Ink Motions with Morticia Knight



M/M Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys a good saucy tale – after all, who doesn’t? Since she loves several genres, you may find your heroes in a contemporary, historical, BDSM or sci-fi setting. One of her passions is bringing people’s fantasies to life on the page, because life is too short for even one boring moment. Her stories are volcanic in heat, deep in emotion, and sprinkled with doses of humor.

When not indulging in her obsession for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. The Pacific Northwest is the ideal spot to enjoy both hiking and beachcombing. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She now resides on the northern coast of Oregon, where the constant rain and fog remind her of visits to family in England and Scotland when she was a child.

She is currently working on the Gin & Jazz series about the glitz and glamour of 1920’s Hollywood and additional installments of the Uniform Encounters series, with a new series about those luscious men in uniform coming out later this year.



How do you get an idea for your novel?


It’s a combination of the things that drive me personally, whether it’s music, mystery, life’s challenges or a message that I want to convey through my character’s experiences. The romance drives everything I write, so a lot of it comes from creating a dynamic spark between two people. I love the slow burn that ignites into an out of control inferno. Wow – there’s a whole pile of cliché’s  right there – but I still love ‘em.


What is your writing style?  Do you just sit down and write or do you create


I have a basic synopsis so there’s a beginning, a middle and an end. I know who my characters are in essence, but the same way I would in real life, I get to know them better the longer we’re together. I need to fall in love with my men before they can fall in love with each other. Once I reach that critical point, the stories write themselves. Getting there is the challenge!


Who is the “Writing Muse” in your life? I.E. who gets your juices flowing when


Pretty much any really hot guy *wink*. I will sometimes write to a photo of someone compelling, or a celebrity, but the majority of my characters are invented in my head.


How many novels have you written including all work in progresses you are currently working on?


There are fifteen available now, with two set to be released in the next couple of months. I’m working on another currently that will be out in September. So far, most of them have been from the Gin & Jazz series and the Uniform Encounters series, however, I do have two new series starting up in October. *grins*


Who is your “writing idol”? I.E. Who do you like and what is it about there writing that captures your soul?


My first writing love is Stephen King. A true romantic, that one. But seriously, he has such an original crazy mind and a great sense of humor. I was able to relate to him more than most of the authors I was reading at the time.


What is you favorite plot line type?


I love unexpected twists  – so mysteries and action books are a fave. But I also like hurt/comfort themes where one character has to overcome a trauma and finds the perfect person who is able to look past whatever it is to love them unconditionally. Sigh…


Is there any advice you can offer to anyone who would like to write?


Write. And Read. Then write some more and more and more. Keep going until you stop hating it. Then keep writing some more and read some more. This may come across as sarcastic, but it is so freakin’ true. If I had finished even one of the myriads of stories I started but let fester for years, I could have probably been published a long time ago. Because I would have found out that I could finish one, and I would’ve had the confidence to write another one until they got good. Instead, I kept procrastinating and making excuses, which was very silly when I look back on it.


What is a good villain?


To really make him pack a punch, he has to possess genuinely redeeming qualities that give you a false sense of security. My acting teacher used to always say that if we were going to play a serial killer, we had to portray the moments where he bends over to coo and pet some kittens. Then, when he kills his victims, it makes him that much more terrifying.




Will Carmichael, an impossibly handsome silent film star, longs for the broodingly intense director André Chenard. Can they find their way to one another despite the hidden perils of the prohibition era?

Will Carmichael lives a carefree and fun-filled life as one of Global Studio’s most popular motion picture stars. Young and stunningly attractive, he could have any man he wants. However, the only one he has any interest in is the only one who won’t have anything to do with him.

André Chenard is Global Studio’s newest director. A proponent of the newly introduced Russian method of acting, he aspires to create true art through the films he directs. Not interested in wasting his time on frivolous pursuits, he spurns Will’s constant attempts to catch his attention. Although André can’t stop thinking about the gorgeous man, his initial meeting with Will leads him to believe that he is too shallow for serious consideration.

Resigned to the fact that André will never be his, Will is determined to enjoy himself to the fullest at his favourite speakeasy and pansy club. When his carousing becomes out of control and he’s injured, André steps in to help. As a result, they each discover that there is much more to the other than they had originally assumed.

Right when it seems they have found their way to one another, an outside threat drives a wedge between them. As a result, they may have more to worry about than lost love—the threat could be to their very lives.

Reader Advisory: This book contains a scene of male ménage à trois.

Publisher’s Note: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series but can be read as a standalone.



Will sat at the side of the set going over the description in the script of his next scene. It was Friday, and they had managed to get a lot filmed during the week. André was incredibly pleased—he had told Will over and over that Will was perfect for the part, that he was so relieved he hadn’t let his stubbornness get in the way.

Their Saturday night had stretched into Sunday morning until it became Sunday evening. They had both reluctantly parted yet knew it was the right thing. It was vital they both remain rested for the emotional journey of filming both André’s motion picture and Will’s first foray into something serious.

Will squirmed in his chair, watching André and the production designer go over some final details for the day’s planned shoot. The twisty sensation Will had endured in his stomach all morning came back to remind him of what he needed to face. It was the first of the murderous rage scenes. As a man who prided himself on keeping things fun and light, he was worried he would fail. That he would prove to André that he really wasn’t gifted as an actor.

Of course you’re not gifted, old bean. How could I have been so idiotic?

New emotions sneaked their way into his gut to join the others. Now he was irritated. He wasn’t sure at what or at whom—just irritated. Then there was the theme of the film. Stupid. Part of him didn’t want to acknowledge that he feared he was the one that was stupid, not the script. He simply couldn’t imagine why André had to make it all so violent and depressing. André claimed that there was a redeeming message of hope at the end, but Will had yet to uncover it. Of course, that was the biggest problem. He wasn’t sure he understood half of what was going on and he was an educated man after all.

In a short while, Will would be expected to tear headlong into a man turned monster. To frighten audiences with the ‘depths of his soul’, as André had phrased it.

Good Lord. I have no idea what he means.

He was absolutely terrified that André was about to witness his pathetic attempts at externalised emoting and never want to work with him again. It was all confused inside of him. He wanted André the genius director, but he wanted André the friend and lover too. It was too much to handle all at once.

“Will? Are you ready?”

He peered up into André’s kind face and swallowed reflexively, beads of sweat on his forehead already threatening to destroy the makeup woman’s handiwork. He stood up a bit too fast and almost knocked the wood and canvas chair over. Steadying it with his hand, he fell back on what he knew. He laughed, joked.

“When am I not? Especially for you, André.”

He’d said the last part winking, and he detected the slightest frown on André’s brow.

“Should we go over again what the inner struggle is doing to Hans’ soul?”

“Oh, no, old bean. I think dear Hans and I have it well in hand.”

Cringing inwardly at his word choice, he realised he hadn’t called André ‘old bean’ since before they’d been intimate for the first time. Will watched in dismay as André cupped his own face, then ran his hands over the top of his head, sighing as he did. André still didn’t speak, but took a deep breath, seeming to steady himself.

“We don’t have to film right now, Will. I would rather we took our time and got it right. If you’d like—“

“What are you talking about? Of course we have to film, everyone’s here! I’m not a complete dolt, I have acted before.”

Will found his irritation growing into what might become true anger. He didn’t want to be angry at André—he only wished he could muster some of that ire for his character’s scene. He held it in, searching for something light he could say to defuse both of their frustrations.

“I’m serious, Will, it won’t bother me if you need more time.”

“Bah. I’m anxious to be in your wondrous masterpiece. Don’t allow yourself to worry over me.” Will leaned in to speak quieter. “You can give me a special reward later if I do well.”

Will gave him another wink, and was startled at the displeased expression on André’s face. He knew the director liked to keep work and personal lives separate, yet it was already so intertwined between them, he couldn’t imagine how a small jest could be a problem. Even though André had warned him that he thought it would be best if they only got together on non-work nights, they hadn’t been very stringent in following that rule. Even if they had only had a dinner followed by a tantalising kiss afterwards, they had spent every evening—and a couple of nights—together since filming had begun.

André continued to stare at him and Will’s discomfort grew. There was obviously some sort of inner conflict going on within the man and Will was worried about what that might mean. After a few very awkward minutes, he had a frightening thought that André might give up on him completely.

“All right, Will.” His tone was even, almost quiet. “If you say you’re ready, I need to trust that you are. Let’s go then.”


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  1. Thank you for hosting me Taige! 😉

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