Hello everyone, I’m Candy Caine and thrilled to be able to participate in this fabulous opening. I’m a recent transplant to Arizona from New York, and I write interracial erotic romance, though, believe it or not, I began my writing career writing for children.
The day I consciously decided to become a writer is a day that has gone down in infamy in our family annals. That's the day I woke up and told my husband that I was going to write picture book. He looked at me for a moment and then burst out laughing. When he finally stopped laughing, tears streaming down the sides of his face, he asked, "Did you fall out of bed and bang your head last night?" Well I took that as a dare. I wrote for children for several years following that initial writing debut, but as time passed, my stories matured, I of course didn’t. I was soon writing stories for older kids and eventually, I was into young adult. Then it was a mere hop into adult stories.
It's when I began to write adult stories, namely erotica that my husband snapped to attention. He was always willing to check my story's authenticity, as well. But I digress, for if it hadn't been the fact I was in a small grocery store in Tempe, Arizona buying groceries for my son and happened to see onfession magazines, I'd still be writing for children.
I'd picked the slowest line, as usual. Rule of thumb: never get behind me on a grocery line. As I waited, I picked up one of the magazines and began to thumb through it. My son read the banner on the cover, “I Was a Pool Slut” and went ballistic.
"Put that down, Mom, before somebody sees you."
"I could write this stuff," I told him.
"But you write for children. What are you gonna write; pornography for kids?"
Anyway, I purchased the magazine, which my son wouldn’t let me put near his food, and wrote my first adult story later that night. That story was published and more than 200 followed before I left the confessions market to write with a byline. However, during the time I wrote confessions, I wrote for the African-American magazines as well as the Caucasian ones. Eventually, that led me to writing interracial as well as erotic stories, which I wrote under the pen name Candy Caine. My non-erotic work was written under the pen name Candace Gold. Also at this time, I began to write my novellas and novels.
People often ask why I write. Simply put, I write with the hope that others will enjoy my story. To please my readers is my top priority. I try to write a little every day, but unfortunately life often gets in the way. But it's the same life that fills my head with ideas which end up in my novels and short stories. The biggest joy that I have ever gotten as a writer was to hear a reader say she loved my book and that meant something to her. I love hearing from my readers and listen to their suggestions. They're the reason I'm writing. Without them, writing would be like shouting into an empty room.
I’ve just finished a novel, Honor Most Profane. Basically, it’s about Cala Gonzales who witnesses the brutal murder of her parents when she was five. She buries this traumatic event deep in her psyche and is raised on an isolated hacienda in Mexico protected from harm. Twenty five years later, Cala is living in Manhattan, a successful publisher of a woman’s magazine. She gives an interview to People and her picture graces that month’s cover, inadvertently placing herself in mortal danger.
While I’m waiting for the edits on Honor Most Profane, I’m working on another story about a young boy who comes of age during the most tumultuous time of his life.
I’ve always loved to read and anything I could get my hands on was fair game. I’d read every Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys book out there. I must have been around twelve when I was home by myself while my mother ran to the store. Bored out of my head, I went into my parents’ bedroom to see if I could find something to read. There was a pile of books on a shelf in their closet, so I grabbed a stool and grabbed the most accessible one. It was called, Fanny Hill: Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure. It put the Hardy Boys to shame. By the way, I still read all genres.
Advice is great, but don’t let it stifle you. Everyone is different and must find his or her own writing technique. After that, persevere. I discovered that early on in my career.
I devoured book after book on the writing process and attended numerous workshops. Case in point, Cherry Adair gave my writing group, LIRW, a fantastic workshop teaching us her method of writing. I came away from it with my head spinning. It just didn’t work for me. Those books and workshops are wonderful tools for those writers with an organized mind. Having said that, I have to admit I'm not one of those writers. Oh I have lots of convolutions and brain wrinkles in my head—don't get me wrong. But in my head, things often get lost, taking the wrong turn at the wrong wrinkle.
Like I said, you’ve got to find what works best for you and persevere.
City, suburb, or small-town?
I love small towns where everyone knows everyone. Gossip is usually rampant and can become a good source for books—as long as it’s not about me.
Dark chocolate, light chocolate, or white chocolate?
Reminds me of the skin tones for some of my female characters.
Wine, whiskey or punch?
Can’t hold my liquor. If I have too much to drink I’m usually dancing on the table or snoozing underneath it. My hubbie always refers to me as a “cheap date”.
Hot dogs, hamburgers, or tacos?
It’s hot dogs and hamburgers for this all-American girl. Staples of my youth.
Boxers, briefs, or commando?
I just can’t help it, but I have an eye for that daring guy going commando.
Top, bottom, or against the wall?
Hey, that’s an entire sex scene for me. Start at the wall and then the bed or couch to fight for domination.
Biceps, abs, or buns?
Buns over abs or biceps every time. Cute buns in tight jeans can get this girl’s juices stirring.