Please give a warm aloha welcome to my fellow MuseItHot author ~ Richard Burns. Thanks for being here Richard and giving interesting diverse answers to my questions. He's had a rich life and I'm sure the readers will enjoy hearing about it! Aloha! :-)
|Richard loves contrast. You'll certainly get it in New Zealand. :-)|
Quite a bit actually. I think most of my main masculine characters are largely based on me. Why? Because I’m a pretty interesting guy, with a lot of experience, in a lot of fascinating field. Even in those cases where they are based on somebody else, the dialog in the story is almost all me.
I think like most Intelligence professionals, I think that James Bond is so far removed from reality that it is almost hard to believe that we’re supposed to be in the same business. That said, the story are always exciting, the location are always exotic & scenic, and the women are always hot, so that never hurts.
To be honest, I really haven’t had much of a chance to start one. However, for the most part, on those days where my only mission is to write, I’d say I probably sit down and start banging the keys at around 9:00 and go to at least 10:30, more like 11:30. I then go over what I just wrote and tune it a little then get back to it until at least before breaking for lunch. Then, repeat. With a full novel, such as I’m writing now, I want to get a decent Chapter a week in.
I have a FB page as well as FB pages for both “Sweet Chocolate’s First Taste,” and “Say Goodnight.” By the way, I could use a few more ‘likes,’ too! So please stop by and take a look.
You can find Richard Burns books at ~
Say Good Night
Say Good Night ~ Military Thriller
A US Special Forces Military Intelligence Soldier uncovers an Al-Qaeda operation to ruin the Multi-national coalition. A Special Forces Soldier in Afghanistan, 2009 uncovers a major enemy operation. It's the kind which requires high level involvement. Very high level. Just how high does it go? See for yourself, as you experience first hand the tension and excitement of being on an Intelligence Operation in Afghanistan, through the vivid descriptions of the author and his notes taken contemporaneous to the events!
“They have something big planned. Bigger than you or I ever dreamed of.”
“How about a few specifics?”
“I don’t know. I think it involves some genius-ly forged documents. They tell me they have sources inside of your White House! It will break everything! Your coalition against us; your relations with the Chinese; your relations with Canada…the English. Everything!” He said this all in frantic whispers.
“What makes you say that?” In that instant a single gunshot rang out just about fifty yards away. Bijoux arched his back and collapsed. He was dead before his last breath left his mouth.
You can find Richard Burns books at ~
Sweet Chocolate's First Taste ~ Romance Erotica
A young white soldier has his first sexual encounter. The racial kettle of the southern US in 1979 is at a constant simmer. And just how good can a hooker be, when it’s just another day’s work? Or is there no substitute for professionalism?
Instantly, I was captivated, and a little intimidated by both her age, almost thirty, and her luscious beauty. The woman—and she was a real woman, not a kid—had a pleasant round face with high cheek bones that gave it depth. She was tall, but still several inches shorter than my six feet, but I was struck by her very dark, coffee brown complexion, which seemed at odds with her flowing, shiny curls of gorgeous shoulder-length hair. My palms were sweaty at the thought of getting them on her beautiful, perfectly proportioned breasts. Those breasts seemed to call to me, with each sway and bounce. Her soft white cotton dress fit her form sensationally, hugging her upper body alluringly, accentuating the breadth of her torso before tapering down to her narrow waist, then loosely flowing over the graceful, but sweeping curve of her hips.
My arms wanted to encircle that narrow waist, to lay my hand atop that scrumptious, perfectly developed ass, and then just pull her body to mine. To press our chests and hips together, to meld into a single being; to feel her softness pressed against my hardness. To feel the slope and curve of her back as those glorious breasts pressed against my chest. She was perhaps the most beautiful black woman I had ever met. All of these thoughts vanished quickly with my growing anxiety at my impending moment.