Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Book Tour: SLIPSTREAM by Skhye Moncrief Interview & Giveaway

Genre: erotic futuristic romance
Number of pages: 312 pages
Word Count: 79,000 words
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill

Kindle   Nook

Book Description:

Congratulations, Dr. Charlotte Barley! You won a one-way ticket to Diablo's Shithole!
Yes, Dr. Barley, you saved earth from humanity's extinction brought on by overpopulation, discovered wormholes, and gave humanity a new lease on life. But, you're being hunted by someone using a wormhole device you can't fathom, plagued by a type of sleepwalking that involves reliving your alien sexual experiences gleaned from wormhole journeys, and, yes, we see that you can't deal with your murdered bodyguards--mercenary Space Marines forced to anchor your body to a bed at night by acting out the sex memories haunting your REM cycle. Get over it already because there's nowhere left to hide except Diablo's Shithole...And the shit is about to hit Diablo's fan more than you could ever imagine...Because, deep down inside, you know you're into all that kinky sex.
So, who will the next victim be? Is tall, long, and corded astrophysicist Major Fitzroy capable of dancing with death to save your ass, or are you willing to sacrifice hotter-than-sin muscle-bound explosives fanatic Corporal Laurel? Just don't let their nuts rub together. And you know your alien-infested sexual dreams are a huge turn on for you. Just face the music, honey. Can your bodyguards fulfill the sexual fantasy of the king of all alien kings and his troop of humping brothers until the truth is exposed to save your ass?
So, Dr. Barley, you slut, ready for another slide down a slippery wormhole to Diablo's Shithole? It looks like a lot of fun. And more than those feet are going to get wet in the SLIPSTREAM.
Warning: Reader should be prepared for a heroine who curses like a sailor and knows she's a slut, Space Marines with sex on the brain, a Corporal with a clit fetish, aliens who bite and harvest things best left hush hush, as well as a little human m/f/m, even more alien m/f/m/m/m/m, and a plenty m/f in a plot heavily laden with reproduction and sexual gratification. Finally, this story proves one universal constant: it never hurts to drop the soap. 


  1. Where did you get the idea for the novel?
I don’t know if it came from watching any specific show, talking to anyone, or reading anything specific. I thought [portal + hot guy with the superpowers to save girl + lots of colorful light + bad aliens = story]…I think that’s where SLIPSTREAM started. Now, seems more clear cut with the title.

  1. Your title. Who came up with it? Did you ever change your title?
I knew the title from the beginning because I wanted to play with the attack of the heroine’s mind through wormholes. Thoughts, what are they? That’s where SLIPSTREAM came from. It was my choice, and it never changed.

  1. Which came first, the title or the novel? 
SLIPSTREAM’s solid initial story idea and title came hand-in-hand.

  1. Since becoming a writer, what’s the most exciting thing to ever happen to you?
People tell me that they LIKE my stories!!! (I’m the world’s biggest pessimist about my writing.)

  1. What book are you currently reading or what was the last book you read?
I’m reading Laurann Dohner’s FURY. My pdf is giving me grief on my Nook. It’s not an easy-going effort. L I’ve never had these issues before with a pdf. *grumbles*

  1. What was your first book that you ever wrote (very first one you wrote, not published)?
A time-travel novel that never ended called The Awakening. I’m not saying anything else other than I deleted it and have experienced closure! LOL

  1. What is your writing process?
I think up stories often. This is a problem because my writing schedule switched last year, and now I’m in I-never-can-write mode. I groan this often. So, I write when I can. I tend to pants it more than plot. When I say plot, I think plot. There’s no wasting time or energy on writing down a story outline. I’m too impatient for that. So, I tweak as I go. I don’t encourage new writers to do this. It’s easier after a few books to wing things as your subconscious gets the feel for what goes in a story.

  1. Who are your favorite authors of all time?
Okay, I have to go to my website to see what I said… *gigglesnort* Nathalie Gray, Jaide Fox, Laurann Dohner, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Laurel K. Hamilton, Karen Marie Moning, and Jennifer Roberson! 

  1. At a book signing, do you just sign your name or do you write a note? How do you come up with stuff to say? 
I sign and add something about the story theme—even something a character would say. I always liked it when authors did that when autographing my books! Dr. Barley would say “It never hurts to drop the soap!”

  1. What is something people would be surprised to know about you?
I was just telling a friend that I can’t stand that guy who played McGyver and that ruined Stargate for me. I love love love the movie but never watched the series. *crawls under the linoleum*

  1. How do you react to a bad review?
I try to ignore it. That’s not always easy. I’m a horrible pessimist about my writing and always try to improve it. So, negative reviews eat away at me because I want to fix the problems mentioned. Alas, you can’t please everyone. That should be the writer’s mantra on a bumper sticker.

  1. How did you celebrate the sale of your first book?
You know, I don’t remember. I was very excited and did the edits in 20 minutes. That’s all I recall. It must have been such an emotionally moving event that my brain can’t relive it! *snort*


Laurel continued to study his cards.
Like he tried to avoid showing any emotion about what he held in his hand. Certainly his hand was better than my useless unrelated two, five, nine, jack, and king. Absolutely utterly useless. What can I do with these pathetic cards? It's just time to head back to work. Or something equally conducive to saving my neck. More so because Laurel's enormous don't-fuck-with-me form is certainly giving me ideas. Maybe it's the fact he's wearing just a black tank top stretched to the damned max with dark hairs curling over the hem near his heart? Maybe it's the fascinating linear vein on his bulging bicep that keeps drawing my attention? Or, rather, it's the suggestive items he's using for chips on the table…
Laurel's gaze slid up to monitor the central pile of pre-packaged instant coffee, chocolate mints, Space Marine beer vouchers, and one long somewhat-flat golden rectangular heat-sealed wrapper.
As if he could read my mind about his body, leading to…What he'd tossed onto the pot. Some things were outright necessities like instant coffee and blood. You just never know when you'll find yourself shit out of luck, especially serving a joy of a sentence on an uninhabited forested rock in the middle of nowhere deep space like me now, without coffee. But Laurel was preoccupied with an item that was outright useless on Diablo's Shithole. An Omega Tickler condom. Black Cherry Fire.
The table's bleeding.
Not good. My favorite flavor on one heck of a scary-looking black rubber to the uninitiated. Toss in the big heat factor that's just enough to keep a man and woman warm when shifting positions…With all the damned ticklers on the tip and rubbery spikes protruding along the shaft. Talk about subtle unavoidable friction that will feel like pure ecstasy when riding a fully-engorged cock. One monster cock owned by the Corps' prized beast across the table.
My heart swan-dived to the lowest pit of my core and left me feeling like magma oozed between my legs.
His gaze snapped up to anchor upon mine.
As if he's toying with me by dangling a carrot, or he can sense my reaction to his poker chip. Rather his poker! Either way, Laurel wasn't the type to play games. His type dives for the jugular with the Cherry-Fire-Tickler option. Cold. Ruthless. Who in her right mind would say no to that?
Right mind. Right mind. I should have one. But I haven't slept in two days. Let me see if I can find some right mind around here. I slid my gaze across the boring tabletop to Fitzroy.
The major leaned on an elbow planted atop the metal table.
Shooting me an indefinable expression.
Why? Does he know I've been contemplating sex with that condom? One that is advertised by the twenty-first century's horrible marketing tactic geared toward safe sex with Space service: keep your cool on the dark side when popping cherries. On the other hand, if Fitzroy is in the mood for cherries, I don't mind. But he hasn't said a thing about sex. Nor has he bothered to hint he's willing. No, he's no Laurel with a coy yet blatant slap-it-on-the-table attitude.
Like throw me down and use that condom on me. Someone.
Oh. No.
A chill fingered along my arms.
Just enough to cause the fireworks of an epiphany--at the moment the point that either big marine could throw me down. I won't mind. It's not like I'm going to live long enough to fret over the bad reputation certainly nurtured from my needs. Needs demanding big muscled man between my thighs.
"I'm sick of waiting," Fitzroy said.
Breaking my train of ridiculous thought with an equally ridiculous one. He's sick of waiting?
"Can anyone beat a full house?" Fitzroy placed his fan of cards on the table with great care like they were highly explosive.
Seriously, toss a grenade into the pot too. I could use a quick blast out of this madness. Maybe I'd land on a big cock? Speared. God. I hope I'm not groaning like a desperate prisoner resigned to the fact anything I want beyond roaches and rat for dinner is wishful thinking. But that's reality in a nutshell.
Laurel and Denton sighed and tossed their cards face down.
Like they skewered a rat on a spit for my pleasure. I hate a subconscious that does nothing but make me horny. I dropped my horrible hand.
Fitzroy sighed a contented sound and reached for the loot.
Separating the chocolates by pushing them my direction. I guess I shouldn't be a sore loser. Although, sore and losing could be quite an interesting combination in the light of the right perspective. What I'd really appreciate is both in conjunction with being abused by that prized condom. But Fitzroy tucked it inside the breast pocket of his camouflage shirt before shooting me what had to be a behave look. All the while that golden package stuck out of the top of his pocket like a freaking trophy.
How can you behave when your panties are so wet you're getting a chill? And he's seriously not planning on deploying the Cherry Fire.
I'm so the anti-thesis of being screwed. Literally.

About the Author:

Educated in geology and anthropology, writing lured Skhye away from finishing her thesis in (bio-archaeology) anthropology. Aside from muscled men in fur, leather, denim, and kilts, Skhye loves cultural ecology, cultural evolution, cultural relativism, and natural processes…Big ideas…Simple concepts that manifest in world building to crazy people like Skhye who studied anthropology and geology ad nauseum before turning to writing romantic fiction. Her rule of thumb is to love the good, the bad, and the ugly of every culture in her tales so that every culture in her tales and every aspect of her stories resonates as real as possible. And yes, she's "certifiably" geek.

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  1. Thanks for having me over, Alisia! Those were some awesome interview questions. Very refreshing!

  2. Good interview, Skhye. SLIPSTREAM's cover is hot!!! The excerpt is hotter. The book sizzles. Here's to many sales in your future.

  3. Skhye how can you hate Richard Dean Anderson? Loved him as MacGyver and he made Stargate SG1 worth watching. :P

    I understand about the schedule change. I just had my first night of being able to write after 3 weeks of having no time. I really miss the 4 hours of writing time I had when I didn't homeschool.

    Congrats on the new release.

  4. Love the title! Works so well. And of course, a strong heroine is a must for me.

    I have to agree with Beth on this...Richard is great. But my initial reaction when I heard he was playing Jack O'Neal on Stargate was no! He's all wrong! After a few years, I eventually gave in and watched it, and I have to say, OMG, I was so wrong!!!! Do yourself a favor, Skhye, watch Stargate! Jack is the BEST character ever. I would've LOVED to have written for his character!!! He nailed it! Took it a step further than Kurt! Plus, you're missing out on one of the best ever TV series.

    Very best of luck to you on your new release!!! Hope you can fit in some of that elusive writing time!

  5. lol great interview Skhye ^_^ I have Fury on my to read list, what do you think about it so far?

  6. Thanks, everyone!

    Beth & Donna, I've tried watching it...3 times this year. I just don't like Whats-His-Face! My friend screeches at me when I tell her. LOL I am looking forward to that SyFy series Defiance starting in April!

    Rose, I loved her Vorn series. I also loved her early cyborgs. And I liked the shifters and the first Raine, so when I say I tried to read it, I did. My e-reader (Nook tablet) makes me adjust EVERY page on a pdf. That drove me nuts. So, I switched to a different story. :( I am planning to load that pdf on my big tablet. I just didn't have time when I needed to have some reading material on hand and switched stories to have something to read. Now, I'm working on one of Langlais' cyborg stories. I'd tell you the guy's number but I can't remember it! LOL It's a really really GOOD. The hero isn't too sweet. I prefer them that way--realistic. ;P

  7. An interview and an excerpt how awesomesauce is that? Awe, poor Richard Dean Anderson.

  8. Um, Krysta, I do admit to hiding out because of my opinion in regards to Mr. Anderson! ;P

  9. I hope that you develop thick skin when it comes to reviews...there are always going to be some people who find something to complain about (and I am guilty of that myself sometimes) but you can't take it as a personal criticism.

  10. Thanks, Elf. I pretty much have a thick skin when dealing with reviews. My creative writing instructor made certain of that! Well, I tend to rationalize and view things objectively. :P