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Friendy Friday with CR Moss

I'm excited to have another pal from the Down and Dirty Anthology here today! Casey was brave enough to take on The World's Most Dangerous Interview... and she likes Korn. Which is a huge plus in my book. You guys know that already...

The World’s Most Dangerous Interview

Name a liquid you’ve shot out of your nose while laughing… bonus points for what made you laugh.

~ To tell the truth, I don’t think I’ve ever shot liquid out my nose while laughing. I know I’ve made my husband do it. My thing is snorting. Usually at something really stupid or while playing Cards Against Humanity.

What’s your favorite music to dance to?

~ I don’t really dance. I claim being uncoordinated, though I did take dance classes as a kid. But if exercise counts then check out Or if head bobbing/banging counts, then put on some Korn and I’ll bob to the music.

Name the first book you read as a young person with sexy times in it. How many times did you read it?

~ I was in 7th or 8th grade and reading a VC Andrews book, and I have a fuzzy memory of feeling like there was something going on. I believe I only read that once. I was more into reading horror back then. I didn’t get into romance until my early 20’s. That’s when I also got into erotic works, thanks to a college course called Literature & Sexuality.

What is the most fascinating thing you’ve discovered because of writing?

~ All the different kinds of relationships out there. Doing research and reading new authors opened my eyes to a whole different world when it comes to relationships.

Name a reading guilty pleasure

~ I like to read taboo erotica on occasion… and we’ll just leave it at that. ;)

Which book boyfriend/girlfriend (wither one you’ve read or written) sets the standard for all heroes/heroines in your writing?

~ I really dug my hero, Dak, and heroine, Cassie, in the Double D Ranch tales I wrote with a friend of mine. He’s stubborn. She’s sassy. And they have a rollercoaster kind of relationship. (

Name a book that scared the bejeebers out of you and why it scared you.

~ Basically any kind of medical thriller puts me on edge, and one that I’ve read that comes to mind is Toxin by Robin Cook. I can’t watch true to life television shows either that deal with diseases and such. The thought of contracting something… *shiver*

If you had to choose a movie or book to live in, what would it be?

~ Probably any Sci-Fi based movie or book, but a specific one that comes to mind is Star Trek: Insurrection. Who wouldn’t want to live on a paradise-like world where aging is slowed to reversed (cause this getting old crap is for the birds), and you can pause a beautiful moment in time and just revel in it?

Name your author superpower and how does it come out in your writing?

~ It’s a power and a curse ~ editing. I used to edit for couple of publishers, so I feel I have the capability of looking at my own work with an objective eye, but it sucks because I tend to edit as I write, which means it takes me a while to finish a story.

Which book do you wish you’d written?

~ Remembrance by Jude Deveraux. A modern-day author time travels to the past. It’s one of my favorite books.

Which musical describes your life?

~ This is a great question, but after some thought about it, I couldn’t come up with one. I love movie musicals and bits and pieces from various musicals fit, but not one in particular. I will say that my top two favorite musicals are Phantom of the Opera and South Pacific. I’m a bit of a geek so there’s Monty Python's Spamalot, too.

Her latest release is Transcending Fire and here's Casey to tell you all about it!

Hello! It’s been quite some time since I’ve had a release, and now I can say all that’s changed. A big thank you to my host for allowing me to visit today and share my story Transcending Fire. This erotic, futuristic, dystopian story based around different motorcycle gangs has had quite a journey to get to this point. Perhaps one day I’ll share the two-plus-year jaunt this story went through to find a home. Luckily, it finally has. Even with all the trials it went through, I still love this story. It’s one of my favorites that I’ve written, and one that I didn’t get tired of during the editing process either. Yay!

A man dealing with an Earth in chaos. A woman from an alternate universe hoping to find her destiny. Two motorcycle gangs and a real bad ass who wants to ruin everything. What’s not to like?


Hunter Macario wants one thing—a place to belong. When given an opportunity to solidify his position in the motorcycle club, Devil’s Thunder, he takes it.

Dragon’s Clan member, Safaia King, believes she’s found the man from her people’s legend and her dreams. She has one goal, even if he’s in a rival club—to make Hunter hers and keep him safe so he can fulfill their destiny.

After Hunter makes a huge mistake, he’s sent to where Safaia lives—an alternate universe called The Den. In this new world, sex, battles, and secrets abound. Hunter must survive The Den to right some wrongs or else he could lose everything he’s ever gained, including his home and Safaia’s love.


The flames’ mesmerizing dance, the macabre song created by the crackles and pops, and the smell of death kept Hunter frozen to his spot. He wanted to help, knew he should pick up a bucketful of water or a hose and join the fray, but his immobile legs wouldn’t budge no matter the commands his brain sent them.

There must be something in the smoke making me high. Either I really can’t move, or I’m losing my fucking marbles.

He tried again to step forward, but still couldn’t.

Ah, shit. I’m dreaming. Must be it. At least I hope that’s it.

As if in answer to his thoughts, the world around him seemed to slow, become more surreal than it already was. The noises minimized into silence, yet people still rushed around him as if he were invisible, their mouths moving without voices emanating from them.

Straight ahead, Hunter caught glimpses of a woman appearing and disappearing amongst the club members running back and forth in front of her. The ebony-haired beauty didn’t move. She stood there with a smile curling her lips.

A hot, lusty bolt of desire surged straight to his cock. Yet beneath the instantaneous sensation lay something deeper. Dreaming or not, Hunter couldn’t quite put his finger on what he felt, but words like “connection” and “destiny” wisped across his mind.

Their gazes locked. The lady winked and disappeared.

The compound, except for the fire, was as it should be—club house, church, garage, barracks, factory, and some ancillary buildings—but the sky wasn’t gray. The constant hum from all the robotics and other machinery functioning in the city wasn’t present. He’d grown so accustomed to the white noise, the sudden silence almost hurt.

Hunter shook his head, ran his palm over his face. Nothing seemed right anymore. The sky. The sounds. Even the air he breathed was different—lighter … less polluted.

No one came up to him to check on him. Nobody questioned why he wasn’t helping.

They all acted like he didn’t exist.

Maybe I really don’t exist here. Maybe I’m still back in one of those foster homes and my life in Vegas has only been a fanciful dream.

Nah. I’ve gotta be dreaming. I gotta…

“Wake up, Hunter.”

A weight bore down on Hunter’s shoulder, gripping his muscles like a pneumatic clamp.

Even in a hazy state of mind, his instincts took over. Years of martial arts training had him shrugging out of the hold and spinning into a neutral stance, ready to defend and attack if need be. No matter what home he’d ended up in, he had always requested lessons. The type of discipline never mattered. The fact that he was learning a skill and had something of his own no one could take away from him had been all that’d counted.

“Hey, boy.” Screw, an aging man, whose favorite way of dressing his scrawny body happened to be denim overalls, a bandana around his head holding back his stringy gray hair, and nothing else, held up his hands. “You know I’m a lover not a fighter.” He chuckled. “Too old and creaky to scuffle anyhow.”

Hunter blinked. Gone was the blue sky and fire. The mechanized hum had returned as had the obsidian night. He stared at the head mechanic and lowered his arms. Last thing he’d ever want to do was harm the man he viewed as a father figure. “Screw. What? What’s going on?”

“You tell me. You’re the one out here in your birthday suit.”

“Birthday suit?” He glanced down at himself. Sure enough, he stood naked in the middle of the compound. “What the hell?”

BUY Transcending Fire

BIO ~ Casey Moss

Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…

Not in the mood for dark? Looking for romance that’ll make you want to fall in love? Check out Casey’s alter ego, C.R. Moss at

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