Name Alicia Sparks

Age I’ll never tell!

Where are you from Louisiana

A little about your self `ie your education Family life etc

I have a Ph.D. in Folklore and Southern Studies, which has helped a lot with my writing. I have four boys and am about to be a very young grandmother. I’m married to the love of my life, I rescue pit bulls and I keep hermit crabs.


Fiona: Tell us your latest news?

My latest news is the third book in my Primitive series, Primitive Craving. It’s the best in the series in my opinion.

Fiona: When and why did you begin writing?

I’ve always been a writer for as long as I can remember, but I didn’t get serious about it until after I had my now 13 year old.

Fiona: When did you first consider yourself a writer?

I guess I didn’t consider myself to be a writer until after I landed the Ellora’s Cavemen anthology. I was in the second of the anthologies they did, and back when they were published, they were the place to be! The book ended up selling really well and did well for me.

Fiona: What inspired you to write your first book?

My first book was completely inspired by Oded Fehr in the movie The Mummy Returns. God, I loved that man! He was so hot and so amazingly sexy. So I wrote an awful 100,000 word novel about time travel and Ancient Egypt. It never saw the light of day!

Fiona: Do you have a specific writing style?

Not really. I wish I did! I want to be a dark writer like Tille Cole, but my books are always a bit lighter than her work. I just want to be known as being a good writer.

Fiona: How did you come up with the title?

I have a whole line of Primitive books in the works. The original title, Primitive Fix, came from a line in a Liz Phair song, “Extraordinary.” It kind of grew from there, keeping the word “Primitive” in each title.

Fiona: Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

I would like for them to see the Louisiana landscape a bit. I use a lot of real places in my works, and I try to write outside of the well known New Orleans. The Primitive series is set mostly outside of Lafayette in the Atchafalaya Basin. It’s a very vast area with a lot of history and local color. I’d like for the readers to see all that when they read.

How much of the book is realistic?

Not much! I mean the hero, as always, is based on my own personal hero. However, the story itself is completely fictional. There’s always a little bit of me in my heroines, and in this case, Willow is a lot like the bolder version of myself.

Fiona: Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

The experiences and stories themselves are usually fictional. However, there’s always a level of emotion that is real and is based on my own experiences.

Fiona: What books have most influenced your life most? a mentor?

Gosh, that’s a hard one. With my college experience, I was influenced by a lot of the darker, gothic writers. Edgar Allan Poe, Bram Stoker, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Ambrose Bierce and some of Herman Melville. I call Poe, Hawthorne and Bierce the “holy trinity” of American literature. However, I have also been influenced by William Blake, William Faulkner, Anne Rice, Stephen King, Clive Barker and Chuck Palahniuk. As far as romance novels, I was influenced by Bertrice Small and Sandra Hill.

Fiona: What book are you reading now?

I just finished Tille Cole’s Hades Hangmen series. I love Flame! I’m not reading right now because I’m finishing up my semester. I’m a teacher by day!

Fiona: Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?

Yes. Victoria Ashley is really good. I also love Ginger Ring, Sable Hunter, Alexandra O’Hurley, Em Petrova. Really anyone with Beau Coup is great.

Fiona: What are your current projects?

I’m “working on” an MC series, and by “working on,” I mean I’m thinking a lot about it. I have only written a few thousand words, so I have a long way to go. After that, I’m going to get back to the hockey books and to the Fallen series. You can expect another Primitive book or two in there as well!

Fiona: Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.

My friends are awesome! People I went to high school with have surprised me by reading my books. It’s really cool to hear from them.

Fiona: Do you see writing as a career?

Gosh, I hope so! The idea is to become a writer full time. I hope one day I’ll make it.

Fiona: If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

No. To be honest, I love Timbre, and I love his relationship with Willow.

Fiona: Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

I remember writing something when I was about eight. It was called “The Purple Cow.” I don’t remember much about it.

Fiona: Can you share a little of your current work with us?

From Primitive Craving:

Willow couldn’t breathe with him pressing against her like that, pushing her back against the wall, holding her arms over her head, and she didn’t want to breathe. She just wanted him to sink into her, to take away every sensation except the one of his body above her, around her, inside her. This was crazy, but she claimed to want crazy. One night while on the road. No strings attached. Nothing but the kind of pleasure two bodies could bring one another.

He hadn’t kissed her yet. Instead, his lips hovered just inches away from hers, his breath blowing across her skin, lighting a fire inside her. She had a feeling that as soon as he kissed her, all bets would be off.

“I want you on the bed.” His voice was strained, husky.

He reached to turn the light on, and she stopped him. “Keep it dark. More mysterious that way.”

“I usually like to see what I’m eating, but I’ll make an exception for you.”

God, he was sexy. He pushed off his leather jacket and it fell to the floor with a thud. His boots were next. She backed onto the bed, sitting on the edge with her feet on the floor.

“Lean back, sweetheart.”

She obeyed and he moved to stand in front of her, his hands on either side of her thighs. Biting into her bottom lip, she braced herself when he ran a hand down her stomach then settled it over the button on her jeans. She heard a sharp inhale of breath as he unfastened the button then slid down her zipper. Her hands fisted into the bed sheets when he tugged her jeans to the floor, pulling her shoes with them. The lacy panties she wore were no match for his big hands as he shoved them to the side, revealing her sex, which quivered with longing.

God, if he touched her, she would explode into a million pieces, but that was exactly what he was going to do—shatter her. His hot breath blew across her skin just seconds before his mouth closed over her, taking her mound between his lips, running his tongue along her clit. She wanted to weep, the sensation was so erotic, but this was a one night stand, not an emotional encounter, so she swallowed the feelings and let herself go, arching against him as he held her still with one hand on her stomach.

Teeth grazed against her nub, his tongue parting her lips to delve inside, lapping at her as if he had been her lover before, as if he knew her inner depths and how much this turned her on. She swore she heard a growl rip from his throat and pass over her flesh in the second before she came, but there was no way of knowing if the growl truly came from him or if it was her tiger nature being unleashed in the heat of passion.

Her world spun then finally settled, the sensations lessening a little as he rose above her, his hands reaching for her, raising her up to remove her shirt and bra. He wasn’t taking his time with her, getting to know her body. Instead, he was mastering it as if it were already his, as if every touch had been practiced and known before.

When his mouth took hers, she could still taste herself on his lips, the salty, cinnamon taste of woman mixed up with the taste of his sweat. His scent was maddening, a mixture of a thousand different things that turned her on, leather and grass and danger. There was no doubt he was danger, and if the way her body was responding to him was any indication, he was the worst kind.

“How long has it been for you, sweetheart?” he muttered against her ear, repeating his earlier words. “Because I’m going to make you forget everyone else you’ve ever been with.”

She had no doubt about that as he slipped out of his jeans, tossing them somewhere onto the floor. His shirt came next, and even though she couldn’t see him clearly in the dark, she could make out the outline of his body, his massive shoulders, the way his hips went down into that V that tended to drive women crazy. He turned to the side, and she could see the shadow of his cock, large and ready for her. God, she wanted to take him into her mouth, to drop to her knees and worship him, but she wanted him inside her too. Too bad one night stands didn’t accommodate every fantasy. There was only so much that could be accomplished in a couple hours.

He stood over her again and looked down at her then slid his hand under her back and lifted her up, moving her to the top of the bed in one swift motion before lying on top of her. His weight felt good. He was sturdy with muscles that went on for days and a cock that was firmly pressed into her stomach.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

She did and he covered it with his, slipping his tongue into her, tasting her again. The hand at her back made its way up to her hair and fisted into it, arching her neck so her mouth was captured, unable to move, not that she would want to. The other hand covered one of her breasts, gently kneading the flesh there, causing her nipples to pucker and her cream to spill even more. She wanted him inside her now.

He was killing her with his slow, deliberate movements.

”I can’t decide how I want you. If I want slow and sweet or hard and fast. What do you think? What are you in the mood for?”

It had been so long, she just wanted him inside her. She’d never needed slow and easy, and sweet was never part of her repertoire. “Fuck me like you’re never gonna see me again,” she managed, the words strangling between the gasps for breath as he took her nipple between his teeth, gently biting her. Arching against him, she encouraged him to be rough.

Digging her nails into his back, she scraped against his skin, careful not to draw blood, knowing she was capable of it. He shifted his hips so he was pressed against her opening. “Careful, honey. I may not be able to wait.”

“Don’t wait.”

He moved so quickly, she hardly saw him. One second he was on top of her and the next he was reaching for his bag, coming back with a foil wrapper. Then he was back on top of her, straddling her, his thighs on either side of her hips. “Have you ever been fucked like an animal? By an animal?”

His words sent a shiver of delight through her. For a night, she could pretend he was like her. For tonight, he was part animal even if it was only in her imagination. He flipped her over and pulled her onto her knees, mounting her from behind. She opened for him, spreading her thighs so he could fit between. When he slid into her, it was in one long, slow movement, stretching her with every inch.

“Hold on to the headboard,” he warned, that growl coming between them again. Once more, she wasn’t sure if it came from her lips or his, but she was too far gone to care.

Her fingers wrapped around the wooden headboard as he drove into her, his cock filling her, stretching her, making her cry out in a combination of pleasure and pain, which could only be described as ecstasy. She met every stroke, arched into him, encouraged him with her words and her movements, her body quaking around him.

“I want you to come for me,” he growled, and this time it was unmistakable that the animal sound was ruminating from his chest. Reaching around, he touched her clit, his fingers rough and demanding.

She bit back a scream, bending forward so her face ended up in his pillow. He grabbed the back of her head, pulling her up by her hair, the force of it sending another wave of orgasms through her. How long had it been since someone completely controlled her sexually? Humans weren’t like this, didn’t have the animal instinct, didn’t have the ability to make her bend to their will. But this one, he was so much more.

“You like that, sweetheart?” he muttered against her shoulder as she was coming down.

“Mmmm,” she managed.

“I’m not through with you yet.” He ran his rough tongue along her shoulder and up her neck then nuzzled against her, his teeth gently nipping at her skin. It was like mating with a tiger, the teeth, the growling, the dominance. When he bit into her shoulder, she knew he didn’t break the skin, but she also knew the feeling of being owned like that, of having someone declare her as his. In that moment, she was his and he was the kind of animal she needed.

Another orgasm ripped through her and she fell forward, her fingers laced through his, completely spent from the pleasure he had ripped from her body.

Timbre had pushed too far, and now he was going to pay the price. He was so close. Fuck, so close! Too close to coming. Her sweet body was everything he could ever want, and he wished he could spend the rest of the night getting to know it, to touch and taste her with the lights on, to have her run her tongue along his shaft, to feel her open for him. He knew he’d never get enough of her, but if he kept pushing, he was going to come, and a condom wouldn’t save him from what would happen if he came inside her.

So instead of doing what he wanted to do so badly, he pulled himself from her body, leaving her lying on the bed, as he went to the bathroom to remove the condom and finish himself. His cock was sensitive to the touch, and when he pulled off the condom, he looked down at his red and swollen flesh. A few more seconds, and he would have come inside her, tying them together. What would she think about that?

Humans didn’t react well to being tied sexually to an animal, and there was no way to explain it once it was done. He’d only been with a few other humans in his life, and each one had known exactly what she was getting into. This girl, sweet as she may be, had no idea what he was capable of or what would happen to him if he came inside her.

Tossing the condom into the trash, he started the shower, the warm spray no real replacement for the heat of her body, for the slick, wet chamber that had almost driven him over the edge. He didn’t even know her name, but he knew he would never forget her. Even as her scent washed away from his body, it would be in his head forever, stored away with some of his best memories.


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Fiona: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Just doing it! Ahhh! It’s really hard to just sit down and write!

Fiona: Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

That’s a hard one! I always choose Poe when answering this question. However, I really have so many. I like writers who have a lot of depth and emotion in their work. I like pain and painful emotions, the heartache and loss and tragedy. But I don’t want it to be sad, if that makes any sense. I want to feel a wealth of emotion, and Poe takes us there. However, “The Cask of Amontillado” is my all time favorite story.

Fiona: Do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)?

I don’t “have to,” but I do enjoy it. I find that I can’t take a vacation anywhere without thinking of a book.

Fiona: Who designed the covers?

Jennifer Stevens designed the Primitive covers.

Fiona: What was the hardest part of writing your book?

Finishing it! The last tenth of a book is the hardest part to write. It’s easy to start, the middle is ok, but the ending is always so hard!

Fiona: Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

I learned that I need to write faster! It took well over a year to finish that book, and I hate that it took so long!

Fiona: Do you have any advice for other writers?

Just write. That’s the only advice I have. Sit down and write. Stop making excuses. It’s the same for anything else you want to do in life. Nike had it right. You just have to do it.

Fiona: Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

I love and appreciate you all! I just want my readers to fall in love with the characters I write. I want them to experience the emotion and to enjoy themselves. I want to give them an escape!

Fiona: Do you remember the first book you read?

I remember loving fairy tales as a child, and I always loved Thumbelina. I’m pretty sure the first book I read was a fairy tale collection.

Fiona: What makes you laugh/cry?

My boys! It’s so hard to watch them grow up! They are my joy and make me laugh and cry!

Fiona: Is there one person pass or present you would meet and why?

Vlad Tepes. His story is so clouded by history, and I know there was more to him than being a tyrant. So he is my choice.

Fiona: What do you want written on your head stone and why ?

“I’ll be back…” LOL

Fiona: Other than writing do you have any hobbies ?

Right now I’m remodeling my kitchen on my own. I love doing that kind of thing.

Fiona: What TV shows/films do you enjoy watching?

A  mix of things. I love Supernatural and True Blood, but I also love The Big Bang Theory. I tried watching Legends with Sean Bean, but it just didn’t do it for me. I loved Marvel’s Daredevil.

Fiona: Favorite foods / Colors/ Music

Greek food! I’m a vegetarian, so it’s hard to find food I really love. Orange is my favorite color, and I love rock music. Right now, I’m listening to Bring Me the Horizon and Ghost.

Fiona: If you were not a writer what else would you like to have done?

I teach by day, so I guess that’s what I would do.


Fiona: Do you have a blog/website? If so what is it?

and I’m also on Facebook.