{eBook Tour} Interview w/ Avril Ashton & Excerpt from Love The Sinner

Title: Love The Sinner 
Author: Avril Ashton 
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Series: Brooklyn Sinners #1
Genre: Contemporary, M/M, Romance (erotic)
Release Date: May 9th 2012 
Size:  170 Pages 
Source: CBLS
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A notorious gang leader and an NYPD cop. An unlikely couple, but is it true what they say? Could Gabe hate the sin but love the sinner?

Detective Gabriel Ashby has never looked twice at another man, yet the criminal across from him, the man he’s interrogating, isn’t like any other. Gabe can’t deal with the sudden, intense need he has for one of NYPD’s Most Wanted. Everyone close to Angelo Pagan ends up dead, with the smug gang leader standing amid the rubble. Gabe would love nothing more than to bust Angelo’s ass and lock him up. So why is he seeing the bastard in his dreams at night?

Angelo Pagan knows attraction to Gabe is suicide. He’s resolute to ignore the chemistry…until a police raid goes wrong. He critically injures Gabe, changing the trajectory of both their lives. Now the two can’t get close enough. They settle into a forbidden affair threatened by lies and betrayal, living on different sides of the law with no way of breaching the gap between them. With the authorities looking to make an example of Angelo, Gabe has to decide if it’s really worth it to hate the sin but love the sinner.

Reader Advisory: This book contains brief scenes of gang-related violence.

Where were you born and where do you call home?

I was born in the West Indies on a tiny island called Grenada. It’s known as the Spice Isle as we export spices and the locals call it Greenz. I currently live in Brooklyn, New York.

What or who inspired you to write? And how long have you been writing?

My late mother inspired my love of words and writing. I snuck my first romance novel from her. I’ve been writing forever, but seriously since 2009.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

LOL When my first book was published. Receiving first royalties for said book kinda cemented that deal.

What is the name of your most recent book and if you had to sum it up in 30 or less words, what would you say?

My most recent book is Love the Sinner.

In 30 words or less: It’s an MM romance with a ‘gay for you’ theme. An NYPD Detective falls in love with the local gangster he’s supposed to be putting behind bars.

I love reading the warnings on the blurbs for many books. If you could write a warning label for yourself as a person or an author, what would it say?

CAUTION: Unrepentant and irreverent. Prone to long bouts of silence. Loves curse words and cake.

Do you have a specific writing style?

I sit at the computer and I type.

How did you come up with the title?

Most of my titles are tied with music in some way. I love eye catching titles. Something that’s not common and over-used, but also sexy and strong.

Do you have plans for a new book? Is this book part of a series?

I’m always writing. Love the Sinner is book one in a planned series, Brooklyn Sinners.

How did you come up with the title and cover design?

The cover design is all my publisher and the cover artist over there, Fiona Jayde. The title for Love the Sinner is taken from the saying, ‘Hate the sin, love the sinner.’ I heard it on one of my Soap O
peras and knew this was it. It just worked for the story.

Do you prefer ebooks, paperbacks or hardcover?

Ebooks now, they’re so much easier to store and access.

What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?

I write erotic romance in both m/f and m/m, those may be interracial, contemporary or paranormal. Either way, I’ll always be writing them. Readers can expect more of the same.

Have you ever suffered from a "writer’s block"? What did you do to get past the "block"?

Happens every now and again. I listen to music.

What was your favourite chapter (or part) to write and why?

One of my favorite parts of Love the Sinner to write was the latter part of chapter one. It’s really emotional and sexy and just…hmm.

What do you do to unwind and relax?

I’m easy. I read, watch TV, or listen to music.

Have you ever read a book more than once?

All the time. There are those authors out there who turn out exceptional books that I have to read again and again.

Do you write under a pen name?

I do.

Cats or dogs?

I’m not a fan of animals.

White wine or red?

Red.

Coffee or tea?

Coffee!

Favourite food?

Cake.

Vanilla or chocolate ice cream?

Vanilla.

Laptop or desktop for writing?

Laptop.

Where and when do you prefer to do your writing?

I write at home and at the EDJ, but for some reason, I do more words at the EDJ.

What is a movie or TV show that you watched recently and really enjoyed?

I have my fave TV shows like Castle, NCIS—the original and LA version, Veronica Mars, Criminal Minds, Nikita, Drop Dead Diva, 1Girl5Gays, Covert Affairs, Leverage and The Closer. Plus my Soaps ;D

Excerpt #1 (R)

He trudged up the stairs to his house and fitted the key into the lock with frozen fingers. The instant he stepped through the door, the hairs on his nape shot up. He blinked in the darkness, keeping the lights off as he reached inside his coat pocket and grasped the cool butt of his SIG, his personal piece.

Standing with his back against the closed door, he waited, quieting his breathing. Nothing moved. Had he imagined the presence of someone else? He’d been on edge since the shooting—hell, even before that. Since I questioned him.

Damn it.

He wasn’t supposed to think about that. About him.

Gabe kept his grip on the SIG, not entirely convinced he was imagining things. Bending over, he placed the beer at his feet carefully, flicking on the light as he straightened.

“Took you long enough.”

No. Gabe gulped in a lungful of air. Angelo Pagan leaned against the archway leading into his living room, arms crossed, relaxed sensuality oozing from his every pore. Clad in head-to-toe black, the man looked like the sexiest freaking burglar ever.

Gabe’s feet were moving before he realized his intentions. Grabbing Pagan by the throat, he slammed him into the wall and pressed the gun under his chin.

“Why the fuck are you in my house?” The too-familiar musk of spice and heat hit his nose.

“Watch where you put that gun.”

Gabe’s knees weakened at the lazy drawl. The man he’d been trying so hard to forget was in his arms. He pulled off the black wool cap covering Pagan’s head and watched in starved fascination as long dark hair tumbled over his wide shoulders.

“Pagan.” Wincing at the hoarseness in his voice, Gabe cleared his throat. Long, curled lashes fluttered, lifted. Those expressive brown eyes met his and he bit the inside of his cheek.

“Cop.”

One word and Gabe was back inside that interrogation room.

“Why are you here?” He ignored the needy cock twitching between his legs and kept hold of the gun with a not-so-steady grip.

Those eyes held him captive. He couldn’t loo
k away, he didn’t want to even as the voice in the back of his mind demanded he run.

“Lose the SIG, amado.”

Gabe blinked. Ama-who? “No.”

Pagan smiled and Gabe had no problems breaking eye contact then. He dropped his gaze to those lips curved just so and bit back a groan. God, the many times he’d lain awake next to Trish imagining ways to abuse those lips, that mouth.

“Gabe.”

He jerked his gaze back to Pagan’s eyes. Shit. Shouldn’t have.

“Six weeks is way too long, amado.” Pagan rocked into him, his arousal bumping Gabe’s.

Gabe closed his eyes on a hiss. Heat crawled up his spine. “Don’t. Don’t do this.”

Dios, cop.” Pagan touched him; warm fingers dipped under Gabe’s collar and brushed his nape.

He shivered.

“Look at me.”

His eyes flew open at the harsh command. Pagan stared him down, nostrils flared.

“You’re drinking too much.” Concern flashed across Pagan’s face before he smoothed it away. “You can’t numb it with alcohol.”

Jesus. Gabe’s eyes stung. “Why the hell are you here? Go away.” The gun he still held trembled violently.

Pagan’s expression grew serious. Sad. “I’m here making sure you’re all right. Making sure you’re not in pain.” His lips twisted. “Physically.”

“And why the fuck do you care?” Gabe shot back. “You tried to freaking kill me.”

¡Idiota!” The fingers at Gabe’s neck tightened. “If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t be breathing right now.” He jerked his chin toward Gabe’s wounded shoulder. “That bullet saved your life. I saved your life.”

Gabe snorted. “Yeah. Whatever.”

“Listen to me, cop.” Pagan leaned forward, bringing their faces mere inches apart. “I need you alive. I need you breathing.” He took in a breath then let it out in a rush. “I need you.”

Gabe wanted to run as far away as he could from those eyes reflecting his needs back at him, but more than that he wanted to taste the man in his arms.

He wanted so bad and so fierce.

“Lose the gun, cop.”

Gabe followed the slow movement of his own hand as he lowered the gun. He tucked it into the small of his back before meeting Pagan’s eyes. The cold air disappeared, replaced with flames licking at his skin.

“Pagan.” He growled the name as he shuffled closer. Pagan grabbed his lapels and pulled him in even tighter.

Gabe lifted a trembling hand and did what he’d wanted to from day one—he slid his fingers through Pagan’s thick hair. The soft strands wrapped around his fingers like silk.

Pagan shuddered. Gabe cupped his jaw. The short hairs of his stubble pricked his palm.

“I’m not…” He licked his lips. Pagan’s eyes dilated. “I’ve never…I’m not gay.” If he hadn’t been losing himself in those gold eyes he’d have missed their slight widening.

Pagan shifted away, out of his hold, and Gabe never felt emptier.

Alone.

Mierda.” Pagan shoved his fingers through his hair. “I…you…” Anguish bled from his eyes and roughened his voice. He turned away.

“Angelo.” Gabe grabbed his arm. Electricity crackled and popped at the skin-on-skin contact. “Please.”

“You don’t want this, right? So let me go, cop.” Pagan’s gaze flicked down to where Gabe held him. “Let me go.”

Gabe swallowed. “I can’t.” He tightened his hold on the thick wrist. “I can’t.” The thought of watching Pagan walk away, of never seeing him again, punctured something in his chest. But what would be the result of him staying? Could he be with a man, this man?

Qué quieres, Gabe? What do you want?”

His name on Pagan’s lips sounded so good. So right. Gabe looked at him, trying but failing to find words.

“Damn it, Gabe.” Pagan wrenched out of his hold and grabbed his shoulders. “Tell me what you want.”

“To kiss you.” The words tumbled from his lips, harsher than he intended. “Just once. To know what it’s like. What you taste like.”

Pagan’s eyes darkened.

“Maybe then I’ll be able to forget you.”

Pagan arched an eyebrow and stepped forward. “You think it’s that simple?”

Gabe held his ground. “Yeah.”

“So do it.” They stood chest to chest. Pagan’s warm breath caressed Gabe’s forehead when he said softly, “Kiss me, cop. Then try to forget me.”  

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I always wanted to have a sexy bio, one to reflect who I am, but after drawing a blank, l could only come up with: I eat cake and I read books…ooh, and I write ‘em too. No one liked it and after massive peer-pressure and pouting, I managed something more…suitable?

A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y with a tolerant Spousal Equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of The Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother

Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms  

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3 comments

    • Joanne B on June 15th, 2012 at 8:55 am

    Thanks for the great interview and excerpt. I did not know you were born in Grenada. That’s interesting. I also love Veronica Mars. I have all three seasons on DVD and watch them over and over. This book sounds amazing. Can’t wait to read it to learn more about Gabe and Angelo.

    e.balinski(at)att(dot)net

  1. Thanks for hosting me today. Hey Joanne!

    • Maria D on June 15th, 2012 at 4:34 pm

    Good interview and excerpt! Congratulations to Avril on her newest release!

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