Rhyll terrorises fellow Escapee, Victoria Black

What better way to show your love for your fellow November release Escape authors than to barrage them with silly questions? Author Victoria Black submitted with both good grace and humour.

Rhyll: You’re invited to a tentacle erotica party. Do you attend? What wine and nibbles do you bring and what do you wear?

Victoria: Okay, I am slipping into fantasy land here, where I have friends who would hold such a sexy party, and where I have the courage to attend. Ah, yes….

Yes! Of course I would attend. In my figure-hugging (this is fantasy, remember), black leather jumpsuit that reminds one of a very sexy seal. Okay, a sexy seal doesn't have too much to do with tentacles, but I'm trying to picture myself arriving dressed as an octopus with tentacles dangling everywhere, and I just don't see erotica, do you? The nibbles I bring are, of course, crumbed calamari. Plus Crystal champagne, bought at Dan Murphies at the bargain price of $299.99 for the bottle. You do get the image of bubbles and the sea?

Rhyll: Identify how a Thighmaster could be introduced into foreplay.

Victoria: God, I love these questions. Off to the fridge for another glass of wine…

"Darling," he murmured, as he removed my All-the-Way Support Pantyhose, "your thighs are…"

I giggled. "Oh, you're so naughty, Roger…um, Fred…"

He frowned. "Joshua."

"Oops, sorry. Yes, Joshua. Oh Joshua, what are my thighs like?" Smiling, I stroked the gentle line of my true love's generous tummy. My heart beat hard. More or less.

His pale blue eyes gleamed as he dragged a strange blue contraption out from behind his back and tried to flex the two halves, joined together by a black spring, towards each other. "Darling, your thighs are so…"

Oh God, what was that thing? What did my sex master want to do to me? As I grabbed another handful of Cheezels, I gulped, round-eyed. My heart beat…I tilted my head…sort of quicker. Maybe. Though heartburn sometimes did that to me…

Okay, that's enough, I don't want you getting too turned on now. 

RHYLL: Who’s sexier, Cthulhu or T-rex? Why?

I have to admit, I had to google Cthulhu. But are you kidding me? Cthulhu, of course. All those long, dangly things in front of his face. And his brain half-exposed. And those two, huge bulging eyes.

Fanning myself now.

RHYLL: Thanks, Victoria!

V.K. Black is from the sunny state of Queensland in Australia and loves cooking, eating delicious food, and drinking wine. Strangely, all of these have appeared in every single one of her published works. She has a handsome hero husband who takes her snorkeling on the Barrier Reef from time to time, two lovely children who have married equally lovely spouses, and various animals, when said children bring them to stay. V.K. Black's Website

Her latest novel Unexpected Places releases on 8 November with Escape. http://www.escapepublishing.com.au/

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