Literary Nymphs Interview
Title: Born This Way
Author: Poppy Dennison
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Genre: Gay Paranormal Romance
Release Date: June 19, 2013
Do you write in more than one genre?
When I first started writing, I heard the advice “write what you know”. I’m a paranormal fan through and through, so the majority of my books will be paranormal. Maybe one day I’ll venture into new territory!
What if any, is the hardest part of writing for you?
There are challenges in every part of the process for me, but honestly editing gives me hives. Okay, so not literal hives, but man do I struggle through the editing process! Sometimes I feel like a two year old, stomping my foot, crossing my arms over my chest, and saying “I don’t wanna!” The thing is, I have amazing editors who are almost always right and once I get over my little tantrum, I make the changes and my readers end up with a better book. But oh, do I resist those changes at first.
What inspired the story?
Born This Way was inspired by the idea of a mixed-breed animal and what that would mean in the paranormal world. I’d seen a picture of a liger on a social media site, and was intrigued by both the size of the animal and the implications of a liger’s existence in the first place. With a lion father and tiger mother, a liger shouldn’t exist—doesn’t exist in nature—yet they do. I combined that with the idea of a stubborn human mate, and Hart and
were born. Dayton
Dayton Whitmore injures his arm playing basketball with his lion-shifter friends, and his best friend asks
Dayton to check on her
estranged brother Hart while he’s in
visiting a specialist. Though Atlanta
and Hart were never close, he grudgingly agrees. Dayton
Banishment from his pride meant Hart Sherman could never see his family again. His liger heritage—a tiger mother and lion father—was a thorn in his alpha father’s side. He always planned to go back for
Dayton, the man
he knows is his mate, but he uses his career as an entertainment attorney as an
excuse to avoid risking ’s
rejection. When Dayton
shows up unannounced on his doorstep, Hart wants nothing more than to claim
Knowing what it means to be a lion’s mate,
isn’t in any hurry to make a lifetime commitment. To convince Dayton he’s serious, Hart must come to terms with
the circumstances of his birth—and find a place in the pride for them both. Dayton
talking. Let him pretend Hart was in heat. He was, in a way. He’d never gotten Dayton ’s smell out of his
mind. He smelled like summer, something sweet and fresh and hot. No one else
had ever affected Hart like Dayton .
He’d known since his first heat that Dayton
was meant to be his. He’d also known there wasn’t a damn thing he could do
about it at the time. How could he provide for his mate when he had nothing to
offer? No job, no education, and no pride to belong to. Dayton
Now, though, he could take care of his mate. He stripped off his own shirt as
him. He had to get the scent of the rest of the pride off his mate. Dayton didn’t know,
didn’t understand what it meant, but Tawny did. His sister knew what her best
friend was to him. Had known for years and had sent him here to be claimed. Dayton
She’d even been nice enough to cover him in other scents so Hart wouldn’t be able to resist. Not that he would have been able to anyway.
Hart grumbled, the animal inside stirring even more to life. Hurt. His mate was hurt, and he hadn’t been there to stop it, to help. He ran his fingertips down
’s arm, the golden
skin breaking out in goose bumps at his touch. Dayton
He didn’t want to scare
away but couldn’t let him leave without his marks on him, his seed inside. He
knelt at Dayton ’s
feet, his head even with the shorter man’s chest. He needed to touch and taste,
needed something other than scent to hold on to. Dayton
“Hart, what are you doing?”
whispered words penetrated the haze of lust surrounding him. Dayton
“Going to take care of you now.” He licked the sweaty skin of
’s stomach, the heat from outside
causing him to feel warmer than usual. Dayton
“Aww, Hart. That’s just wrong, man. I’m a hot mess.”
Hart laughed. “Yeah, you are.”
He traced his fingers down to the button on
khaki shorts. He looked up, met Dayton Dayton’s
startled gaze as he unfastened them, and slipped the fabric over ’s hips. Dayton
The bulge hiding beneath
white boxer briefs filled him with hope. He nuzzled in, feeling the firm length
grow even harder under his touch. Dayton
“You want me. I know you do.”
“Well, yeah. I mean, look at you. But we probably shouldn’t do this, Hart. Tawny will kill me.”
About the author
A sassy southern lady, Poppy Dennison developed an obsession with things that go bump in the night in her early years after a barn door flew off its hinges and nearly squashed her. Convinced it was a ghost trying to get her attention, she started looking for other strange and mysterious happenings around her. Not satisfied with what she found, Poppy has traveled to
Malaysia and England
to find inspiration for the burly bears and silver foxes that melt her butter.
Her love of paranormal continues to flourish nearly thirty years later, and she
writes steamy love stories about the very things that used to keep her up all
night. If her childhood ghost is lucky, maybe one day she’ll give him his own
happily ever after.
You can find out more about Poppy’s books on her website