I want to welcome Lillian Grant to Author Rescue this week. Lillian has a new book out, MALE ORDER, through Liquid Silver. Welcome!
Recently I was interviewed as part of the promotion for my latest book, Male Order. One of the questions was, ‘Have you ever based a character on someone you know? If so, did you tell them?’
Hmm, interesting question. I don’t believe it’s possible for anyone to completely make characters up. They may not be based on one person, but rather a collection of people. Authors may not even know some of the people they draw on. Celebrities, movie characters or people who catch your eye at the shopping mall might all add to the creative stew and come out as a character that no one would actually recognize.
Meg’s mother in Male Order is loosely based on a two real people. One of them gave Mrs. Riley her inability to deal with the fact anyone has sex, and especially people she is related to, and the other her ability to sweep into a scene and act like the lady of the manor. Her superior air has the hero stammering and Meg feeling insignificant. The only person who seems unperturbed by her overbearing manner is Meg’s long suffering father.
I exaggerated both of the character traits for comedic affect. I know one of the people I used for inspiration will never read my book. The other I will never tell for fear of retribution! To be honest, inspiration is just the jumping off point that gives your characters a believable anchor. For example, no one would really believe I know an 80 year old woman, Maud, with a libido to give any young thing a run for her money, an ability to let her sex drive get her into all sorts of mischief. Or how about a long suffering great niece, Meg, who just wants it all to end when Maud’s antics get them both locked up in jail, would they?
A dull thud, thud, thud accompanied by yells of, “Yeehaw, ride ‘em cowboy,” made Meg roll her eyes and sigh loudly.
“For fuck sake, can you keep it down in there, literally?”
Laura glanced at her, then back at the bedroom door. “What’s he doing?”
Meg shook her head. “You don’t want to know.” She shuddered with mock horror at the memory.
“Really? Oh, please tell me, or I’ll have to go find out for myself.”
Laura got to her feet, a wicked gleam in her dark brown eyes. Geez, she would, too. Not that the sight of Sam laid back in a reclining chair, wearing only a cowboy hat and white socks, with his hand wrapped around his dick, jacking off like it was an Olympic sport, would freak her friend out. Hell no, she’d probably offer to ride him. She wasn’t about to let that happen. Sam was too good for the likes of Laura. He deserved a girl a little fussier about where she slept.
Meg jumped up and grabbed Laura’s arm, spilling coffee down the front of her own white shirt in the process. Shit, why couldn’t she do anything without making a mess of herself?
“If I tell you, will you sit back down and promise never to mention it to Sam?”
Laura retook her seat, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Oh, this is going to be really good.”
Meg glanced at the bedroom door. Despite her yelling at him to shut up, yips of pleasure still reached the lounge room.
“Go, baby, ride em. You got it.”
She looked back at Laura then stared at a slice of salami on the coffee table. It must be from the pizza Sam had after she went to bed last night. What a slob. An extremely well endowed slob, but a slob nonetheless.
“Well? Are you going to tell me or not?”
Meg sighed. “He’s jacking off.”
Laura snorted coffee all over the place. Choking, she banged her chest, tears streaming down her face. If Laura died from asphyxiation, she sure as hell wasn’t telling the paramedics Sam’s wanking caused her death.
Between gasping breaths Laura squeaked, “And you found this out how?”