by D. Thomas-Jerlo
Simply put, I’d never written anything erotic; perhaps a little sensual, but definitely not erotica. I didn’t know the first thing about it. Then she said something I’ve never forgotten. “You’re a writer. And a damn good one. With those skills, you can write any genre you want.”
Okay, to me that sounded like a challenge. And I thrive on challenges. That’s not to say that during the entire writing process of Ridley’s Rival that I didn’t have reservations, moments of intense blushing until I thought I’d explode, and questioning my writing skills at every level. However, I managed to write a modern-day cowboy romance novella with one lovemaking scene. Certainly the shortest book I’d ever written too. The next step had me chewing my fingernails. Was it good enough for a publisher to accept it? It turned out it was. All the apprehension, nervousness, and anxiety in revising that one lovemaking scene more than a hundred times had paid off. Not bad for my first attempt at erotica. Now I had to pick a penname. I’d heard horror stories about erotic authors being stalked. Plus, I worked in the legal field and had to ensure I kept my writing and day job separate.
Thus, Dawné Dominique was born.
So there I was. Finally published. And an erotic published author at that. Go figure.
I then began writing my second love genre: paranormal/vampires. They’re sexy. They’re dark. They’re hotter than hot. Inevitably, there was going to be sex in those pages. But how was I to ensure that the story and characters would take center stage and not the sex? Thankfully, that’s where the skills from my fantasy writing came in. The sex is secondary to the plot, subplots and characters. The scenes are not put in there to make a hot and heavy read. They’re inserted because the scene(s) needed it.
More than fifteen years have passed since then, and I’ve recently branched out with my own line of fantasy/speculative fiction novels written under the penname of D. Thomas Jerlo. You see, Dawné Dominique is branded with hot sex in her books. I created D. Thomas Jerlo’s novels to have scenes of love behind closed doors, so to speak. I wanted teenagers, young adults, and adults alike to be able to read my books. Now came a hurdle I hadn’t anticipated. Trying to promote myself. It was then I realized I had to begin right from the start again, just like any new author coming onto the publishing scene. I didn’t want the two pennames to be associated with one another. Plus, I wanted people to think I was a man. How was I supposed to differentiate the two? Being a new author is daunting enough, but trying to promote both personalities (one being male, and the other already established) is a lot of work. My time is limited in any professional aspect of my life, whether it’s my writing career, my legal day job, or my cover artist business. To that end, I hired a publicist for a couple of months, which helped get my “new” name out there somewhat. A little costly, but I didn’t know what else to do.
It’s no easy task keeping my author personas separate: one is sweet; the other raw and up front. I have three websites, and three Facebook and Twitter accounts, which is confusing as all hell, and trying to keep up with them is daunting business.
I’m an author. I write stories I need to share with the world, whatever the genre or heat level, so I’ve had to come to terms that Dawné Dominique and D. Thomas Jerlo are destined to be intertwined, no matter how hard I attempted to separate the two. For you authors who juggle multiple author pennames successfully, I’m envious. I don’t know about you...but there’s some days I don’t know who I am. Perhaps that’s a good thing.
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D's Newest Release: Hellhound Bound
Author: D. Thomas-Jerlo
Publisher: Purple Sword Publications, LLC.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
It’s a helluva job, but someone has to do it, and for Rhune, it’s a small price to pay for his past sins. He’s taken a new name and a somewhat normal life. Except at night, when he transforms into a hellhound to take souls to Gehenna, the City of the Dead, for purgatories legions to deliver them to Hell where they belong. For fifteen centuries he’s lived in happy solitude, until a paralegal, with the most amazing eyes, rear ends him in the small town of Rio Morden. He’s seen those eyes before, but it’s been years since the last time. Now she’s all grown up and involved in a murder trial that has its sights set on her becoming its next victim. What’s a hellhound to do? Surely not fall in love—and certainly not with a Dreamwalker.
Mix in a diabolical lawyer and his lover, some Voodoo magic, and it’s a recipe for mayhem and murder. Can Rhune keep Hanna safe, or is she destined to be Hellhound Bound?