Saturday, 3 March 2012

Guest Interview with Don Abdul

3 March
Today is the turn of Don Abdul
a mentor of mine from the past and an interesting man

First off, may I would like to thank you very much for agreeing to an interview on my blog.
Pull up a comfortable seat. Can I fix you a drink?

Well Naomi, thanks for having me. I’ll take a glass of milk if that’s ok with you. LOL

Okay, the stage is st. Please take the microphone and tell us a little about yourself.
I am Don Abdul, an easy going 40 year old man of many interesting parts.  I was born and raised in a small town in Nigeria, where the townsfolk would probably want to lynch me for writing such daring erotic fiction as I now do (Laughs). I enjoy being a single dad to two young boys.

You must be very proud. Lets move on.

What prompted you to be a writer?

I actually started writing back in junior high school. Back then I wrote mostly poetry about the wonders of nature all around me from the perspective of a small town lad. Then in senior high school the subject changed to the joys and heartaches of boy-girl relationships
I simply had a basic instinct to write, and I had a feeling that my life wasn’t complete without it. Writing helped me make sense of the world around me.

Do you get any support?

In my teenage years, my mom would buy me dozens of novels, and I enjoyed reading so much. My dad would have me write essays even though I’d much rather write poetry.
I went underground and started writing erotic fiction in 2005. That part of things has remained in the shadows as far as family is concerned. LOL (smut is a sin they would say).
The support of friends both in RL and online had been tremendous however, and I remain grateful for that.

What genre do you write?

My specific genre is Erotic Fiction, even though I hope to diversify in due course. My choice of erotic fiction was informed by the fact it affords me the freedom to push the envelope, break taboos, and explore issues of sex and sexuality in ways my readers can relate to.

It mist be difficult to come up with different ideas.

Well there are the nine muses that speak to me when nobody else is listening. LOL
Seriously though, I have been known to draw inspiration from just about everything really. Having an interesting chat with friends’ online and watching movies. Others include listening to music, watching animals getting it on, and from erotic pictures.  I also find the complex relationships of real life people around me inspirational as well.

Do you have any favourite books?

Oh yes I do but they are too numerous to mention in the course of a single interview.

And which authors who have influenced you the most?

I wouldn’t say there’s just one; there are many of them over the years including Tom Clancy, James Patterson and Robert Ludlum... Oops, John Grisham too... I told you too numerous to mention.

 Is there a specific genre you would like to write but not done yet?

Science fiction and crime drama.

Hmm , interesting. I hope you achieve this ambition.

When did you consider yourself ‘a writer’?

Since writing my first (extracurricular) story in 2005.

Do you have a favourite character from one of your books? If so, why?

My favourite Character is Jake Donovan a wounded war hero from my book A Hero’s Due. His character was inspired by a need to show that life isn’t perfect, and beauty isn’t all about superficial qualities alone.
Jake was a disabled war veteran who had made a great sacrifice for his country and although he had returned home a broken man, it made him no less of a beautiful character than others who might have returned with a chest full of shiny medals.

Have you a recent release, or one due out?

I have new e-book released on 15th January 2012 on is titled A Reluctant Slave. It is a BDSM themed erotic fiction story that is packed with erotic action and suspense. The book is reasonably priced at $2.99 and it will soon be available on a number of other popular outlets including Barnes & Noble and Amazon to name a few.

I see it. I hear you do your own cover art. Nice.

A Reluctant Slave
Don Abdul (c) 2012


When the sanctity of Nimah Washington’s office is violated by the appearance of a rude and audacious note from a Dominant stranger, the sexy 26 year old African American executive knows she has to take action. In order to get to the bottom of the rather disconcerting intrusion into her secure and orderly world, she must submit to the Phantom.
She plays along with the kinky mind games in order to discover the Phantom’s true identity. As she embarks on a journey filled with suspense and excitement, her hidden submissive desire is awakened.
Will she give in to her kinky submissive desire, or will her strength and self confidence get in the way?

My work can be found at the following  links

What was your big break?

My big break was the publishing of my first e-book Taboo Sex Run Wild in 2010, five years after I started writing erotic fiction. It was a turning point for me as a writer.

Where do you do most of your writing and do you have difficulty staying focussed?

I do most of writing in my living room, on my laptop, with soft music or muted TV in the background. Usually in my underwear *Winks*
I only write when I’m in the mood and so staying focussed isn’t a problem when I’m in the mood. I am driven.

If you weren’t a writer, what would you like to do?

I’m doing it already. So I guess I am lucky to be doing two things that I truly enjoy.

Do you have any hobbies? 

Do you even need to ask? LOL

Seriously, yes I do. They are writing, reading and making new friends. Everything else fits in nicely in between. LOL

I can see you are aiming to be a full time writer. You have a passion for it.

Another drink?
Now you see why I asked for milk. LOL
What five words describe you and why?
Fun, cheerful, complicated, simple, driven
Why? I’m a Gemini, go figure. LOL
What are you writing at present?
I am presently working hard on promoting my new book, A Reluctant Slave
Are we allowed to see an excerpt?
Sure, here you go:
Excerpt from
A Reluctant Slave
Don Abdul (c) 2012
It had been three months since she had been at her job, and despite having no-one special in her life at the moment, Nimah had stayed true to her principle of not sleeping with her work colleagues so far. In the case of her handsome EA however, that resolve was tested every now and then. At those times she would mentally chant the mantra 'don't shit where you eat' over and over again until the worst had passed.
One lovely Friday morning, Nimah had the office to herself, the temp secretary she had been assigned from the pool was sitting in her outer office since Jack was away on an errand and wouldn't be back until the following day. As she settled down to her first coffee of the day and looked forward to another routine day at work, there was a soft knock on her office door. It was the secretary bringing in her mail; after she departed, Nimah looked through the pile of envelopes separating the usual junk mail and bills. And then she saw it.
It was a neat small white envelope with her name neatly typed in Edwardian script. She thought it was rather strange and her curiosity was instantly piqued; 'Who could it be from and what was it all about?' she wondered as she slit the envelope open with the beautiful sterling silver  letter opener her father had given her last Christmas.
She unfolded the thick clean paper to read the message typed in the same font as the address on the envelope. "I have been watching you, day and night. I know you even better than you know yourself. By the time I'm done with you, you will belong to me."
Nimah paused, and looked around cocking her ear as if expecting to hear something that would explain what she had just read. She instinctively began to push back her chair to get to her feet, ready to charge and hold someone responsible for this affront on her personal security.
The words that struck fear into her heart were: "…I have been watching you day and night." With that fear however came a different kind of excitement, one she hadn't felt in a long time. She sat back down and continued reading the letter.
Her heart was racing and her pussy was getting moist as she read on:
"Within the hour you shall receive further instructions, tasks shall be assigned to you and if those tasks are not completed, and on time too, there will be consequences.
"We both know that you will do as you're told. You like this, you need this, and I bet your panties are getting wet by now too. Just remember, if you do not comply, there will be consequences."
Nimah was furious as she no longer found any of the unfolding drama funny. She reached for her phone to call security, but then she stopped. 'And what or whom shall I be reporting exactly,' she wondered. She realized she had nothing to go on, and in a highly competitive corporate environment like the one in which she worked, she daren't run the risk of being called crazy. She decided to lay an elaborate trap for whoever was behind the letter and when she had uncovered their identity, she would report them to the police.
As she settled down however she discovered that while she was angry at the perpetrator of the obnoxious intrusion into her life, her body had betrayed her. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she replayed the words in her head. Her nipples stiffened and her skin was covered in goose bumps. Her pussy was tingling and her panties soaked at that moment. Whoever it was that wrote that note knew her quite well; the big question was who wrote it. She wondered.
Nimah was embarrassed, even a little scared that this mystery person knew her well kept secret. It was a combination of emotions that thrilled her in ways she hadn't felt for quite a while. 'Whoever the mystery person is, I've got to find them and make an example of them to deter any others from putting their nose in my business,' she resolved, as she awaited their next message.
After a futile attempt to concentrate on her work and put the mystery note behind her, Nimah finally gave up and set about an attempt to unravel the identity of her mystery note writer. She figured that the person who sent her the note probably worked in the same firm as she did since the envelope had no post mark on it, meaning it was an internal mail. That narrowed it down to at least 20 odd men. That was a great start as she could narrow the number down even further. Of those forty men, there were only about five who could remotely be considered familiar enough with her to even dream of attempting anything as brazen as that.
The first one of course would be 34 year-old Jordan Chestnut, a cocky black attorney from Legal Department. He was definitely a dream catch for any woman, and as a brotha, Nimah sometimes thought of him as a potential husband but only if that was what she was looking for. Counting against him of course was the fact that he was the resident player. He had bedded every available woman who would fall for his charms and smooth manner. Whereas Nimah didn't care for his brand of charm, she had to admit that he was quite attractive, and the rumored size of his package made her sometimes think of fucking him just for fun. She, however, dropped Jordan as a likely author of the note. It just wasn't his style.
'Could it be Harry Prescott?' she wondered. He was a ruggedly handsome 50 year-old married British expatriate that she sometimes fantasized about. She loved his broad grin and the easy mature air about him. He was a classic gentleman, very polite, yet discretely flirtatious. If she was going to sleep with a mature man he certainly would be a candidate. Prescott seemed to be quite happily married however, and that ruled him out also as a likely candidate.
Seth Bullworth, a 29 year old avid golfer was more interested in power lunches and activation of the old boy Ivy League networks to close deals than he was in the intricacies of a power exchange relationship. So he too was ruled out.
Dick Xavier was a 40 year old power bike buff, and by far the most likely candidate,
but she ruled him out as well because he was currently away on an official trip abroad.
The final name on her mental list was Jack Bradshaw, her own executive assistant. 'Mmmm...' she thought wishing it was he who had sent her the note. 'Could it possibly be him?' she wondered. He wasn't at work that day and even if he was she doubted he was the sort of man to be interested in such things.
He had ignored her every attempt to stoke his fires for the past six months. She had flirted with him, tried to piss him off with her arrogance, but he had ignored all efforts to push his buttons. Through it all, he had remained very professional, and painfully polite. He often left her feeling both super turned-on and mighty pissed off all at once.
He probably didn't realize the great power potential he had about him. He was the kind of man to whom she would submit any day, no questions asked. Just as she was about to close the book on her attempts to unmask her mystery man, a thought occurred to her. 'Why did it have to be a man?'
Her mind immediately went to Candace Kennedy. Candace was a slightly older friend and colleague, a fellow VP with whom she frequently played tennis and had drinks. They had casually chatted about their mutual love of rough sex and issues of control. The pieces seemed to be falling into place. Candace knew Nimah's lust for a dominant sex partner, and being a colleague she had easy access the internal mail system.
In her mind's eye she replayed the vision of Candace sitting at their weekly management meetings. She usually sat across the table from Nimah, and she always looked stunning in her perfectly fitting skirt suits with her near provocative low-cut tops that showed off just enough of her cleavage to give anyone looking an idea that there was more where that came from.
Nimah subconsciously licked her lips and smiled as she pictured the naughty Candace flashing her seemingly innocent smile with which she always disarmed her adversaries. Satisfied that she had unravelled the identity of her mystery Dom, Nimah returned to her work and tried to busy herself, but she found her mind wandering again shortly afterwards. She wondered when Candace's next instructions would arrive. She was eager to discover what her assigned task would be. Just then the message alert on her cell phone went off. Without even sparing a thought for who might have sent it she flipped her phone open and clicked the key for the message.
"By now I'm sure you've tried to figure out who I am. Trust me, you have no idea," the note read.
For the rest of this riveting story, get your copy of the book now for $2.99 only at:

And finally what are your aspirations for 2012?
I’ve got a few other books planned for release as the year progresses, these include Conflicting Desires, an African American erotic fiction story of lust, conflict, faith and redemption.
I’ll be sure to keep you posted on these projects as they come to fruition.
Please give your website/and or blog address
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Twitter:                      !/DonAbdul2

Once more I would like to thank you for being my guest.
The pleasure is all mine and thanks for the milk, Saves us both the taxi fare, I can safely drive myself back home. LOL


  1. Wonderful discussion between two sensual personalities.

  2. Nice interview Don, and best of luck with the new book...and go easy on the milk, will ya?


  3. LOL Alan, if you had been at the interview I probably would have had some dirty Martini ;)

  4. Thanks for the great interview Naomi. It was fun all the way.

  5. enjoyed it,Don your book is on fire as usual,Don & Alan if you like a glass of milk I can arrange it lol Naomi great job Good luck to all 3 of you evangelina

    1. Nice interview with MY midnight fantasy


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