with Lisabet Sarai
Featuring her novel The Gazillionaire and the Virgin
Welcome to Sharing The Love, Lisabet Sarai!
Random information about an author you’ve never heard of… #Interview #NewRelease @LisabetSarai
Normally I find author interviews a bit boring (both to do and to read), but Anita’s list of questions was so varied and creative I couldn’t resist. Actually, I had a hard time narrowing them down to a reasonable number! (And these are just the personal, quirky questions. I didn’t even look at her writing-related questions!)
If you could time travel, where would you go and when? Why?
I think I’d have to say late Victorian era England. Sometimes, indeed, I think I had a previous life in that period. Though I don’t consider myself a “historical” author, I’ve written quite a few stories and novels set in that time, including several steam punk titles. Somehow I feel very at home with both the environment (at least as I imagine it… or remember it?) and the style of language.
Who was your childhood actor/actress crush?
Of course I had many (didn’t we all?), but I was particularly enamored of David McCallum, who played Russian secret agent Illya Kuryakin in the TV show “The Man from U.N.C.L.E.” (That definitely dates me, doesn’t it?!) I’ve always had a weakness for the mysterious, introverted, brainy types.
What did you name your first car and why?
I didn’t get my first car until I’d finished grad school, when I was 26. It was a light blue Honda Accord hatchback with manual transmission. (I’d learned somewhere that manual transmission cars gave you better control and got better mileage.) I named her Isadora, in honor of the modern dance pioneer Isadora Duncan, one of my idols. Isadora Duncan symbolized freedom for me – and so did the automobile.
How many languages can you speak?
That depends on your definition of “speak” LOL. English is my native language and I am fluent in Thai, since I lived in Thailand for a number of years. (My first novel is set there.) I used to speak French well, but I’m very rusty. I’ve recently been studying Mandarin Chinese though I am still a beginner. And I have smatterings of Spanish, Italian, Japanese and Korean.
What was the last song you listened to?
“Come to My Window” by Melissa Etheridge. To me, that song is pure, distilled passion. “You don’t know how far I’ll go, or how much I can take, just to reach you.”
You have to sing karaoke, what song do you pick?
I enjoy singing, and I know the lyrics to quite a few songs, but based on past history, the most likely title would be “Hotel California” by the Eagles. That is, unless there was a guy who wanted to sing a duet. In that case, I’d probably opt for “We’ve Got Tonight”. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P6IIkpmw8Ow
That’s me. A classic!
About The Book
Trust can’t be bought—it has to be earned.
She’s the billionaire. He’s the virgin. Still, he knows how to make her melt.
When Silicon Valley entrepreneur Rachel Zelinsky meets reclusive genius Theo Moore, she has a single objective —a deal to incorporate his AI software into her company’s popular virtual world. She finds Theo to be arrogant, sensitive and socially awkward, but his aura of power speaks to her carefully-hidden submissive side. Confused and aroused, she falls under his geeky spell.
Theo Moore can’t be bought. His past battles with poverty make him deeply suspicious of the billionaire CEO, though Rachel’s voluptuous curves and brilliant mind embody his ultimate fantasy. Too bad his knowledge about sex derives from extensive research and a stash of kinky porn rather than real-world experience.
Rachel may be Theo’s first lover, but Theo is her first true Master. One word from him, one touch, and she surrenders to bliss. It seems that love and complementary desire may harmonize their differing values, until Rachel’s unwitting violation of Theo’s trust tears them apart.
Newly edited edition! Includes a steamy bonus Valentine’s story featuring Rachel and Theo!
Genre: Contemporary BDSM erotic romance
Length: Second edition, approximately 64,000 words, 240 pages
Rating/Heat Level: Explicit. Mature Audiences Only. 5 Flames.
She’s not what I expected. She’s soft and full, not lean and angular like most Californians. None of the gym-toned muscles everyone sports here in the land of sunshine. And she’s young, much younger than someone so filthy rich has any right to be. Her designer watch must have cost more than two months of my professor’s salary. On the other hand, I can hardly complain about her wealth, can I, since my pet project is the beneficiary of her largesse?
Hunkering down in the leather-upholstered back seat of her disgustingly opulent vehicle, I try to calm myself. I’m sweating like a pig, and my muscles are in knots. I gulp down orange juice from the bar I’d ridiculed and focus on my breathing the way Dr. Hopkins has taught me. I force myself not to count the telephone poles whizzing by. I know that will only make it worse.
When I pat my pocket, I can’t help grinning a bit. Two hundred fifty thousand! We can equip a new mobile development lab and hire two trainers for a year. Or take our outreach into junior high schools. Or even expand to some of the Rust Belt cities where the recession has hit particularly hard…
No, this wouldn’t be enough for that. But Dr. Zelinsky—Rachel—had indicated there might be more.
Rachel. Bringing up the search engine on my phone, I type in her name. I should have done this before the meeting, of course, but I was much too nervous. Up until the moment her limousine pulled up in front of my building, I still thought I might back out.
The screen fills with images and links. There’s even a Wikipedia article. I flip through the text, digesting the basics. Born in Brooklyn. An MBA from Harvard and a PhD—in physics!—from MIT. Looking Glass is her third company. She sold the first to IBM and the second to Microsoft.
A real high roller. And MirrorWorld is a huge hit—the main article on the virtual environment runs pages and pages. Since the Looking Glass IPO almost two years ago, the company stock has increased in value by an unbelievable 224%.
She can afford a quarter of a million for charity. For her, that’s petty change.
By the time we arrive back at my complex, I’m pretty much back to normal. At least what counts as normal for me. I nod at the uniformed driver who opens the door for me, trying to pretend I do this every day. The Vietnamese gardener is spreading new mulch on the flower beds in front of my building. Averting my eyes and ignoring his greeting—after all, I can barely understand his English— I hustle up the wooden steps to my second floor condo.
It’s quiet and cool inside. The soft hiss of the air conditioning soothes me. I flip on the stereo, something by Brahms, turn the volume down low, then stretch out on my bed, fully clothed.
I made it.
The money is mine, free and clear. I’ll ask my sister to deposit it tomorrow. I don’t need to see Rachel Zelinsky again.
I can’t stop thinking about her, though. I recall one of the pictures from the web article, a black and white photo of a skinny teenager with a mop of curls, standing in front of some science fair project. She didn’t have those curves yet. No, but I recognize the expression, that determined set of her mouth and those laser-sharp eyes under the dark eyebrows. She was going to win—there was no question.
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About The Author
LISABET SARAI occasionally tackles other genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Most of her novels include some element of power exchange, while her D/s short stories range from mildly kinky to intensely perverse. Her personal experience has taught her the joy to be found in a Master’s bonds. She tries to make that joy real for her readers.
Lisabet’s Fantasy Factory (website): http://www.lisabetsarai.com
Beyond Romance (blog): http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com
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The Gazillionaire and the Virgin can also be found on the Loved-up Library HERE