By E. Ayers (Guest Blogger)
Waving hello to all of Lisabet’s readers! It’s great to be back here with Lisabet. She can write a steamy story. Mine will never reduce your e-reader to charred embers like hers, but people who read hot stories will also read cooler ones.
So why won’t the folks who read cooler stories read the hotter ones? I’ve wondered about that so many times and I’ve decided that people have different levels of taste. There are some things I won’t read. Yet I have wonderful friends who write it. So my personal conclusion is everyone should be free to read whatever they choose. Now you’re wondering what the heck I write… Something in the middle. I love a good sexy story. Why? Because when we’re in love, sex is part of that whole package. You can’t take it away!
I actually read a book where the heroine and the hero did nothing more than hold hands, but she wound up pregnant from that! Did I miss something? I re-read a few chapters trying to figure out what the heck happened. So here’s my big warning: DO NOT HOLD HANDS! It causes pregnancy!
I do write some pretty tame stuff and some not so tame stuff; therefore, I try to warn my readers. My River City novels are not tame! Someone gave me a wonderful review on a non-River City novel and praised it for not having sex in it… Um, ah… Maybe she skipped that page? It kinda happened right after her clothes fell to the floor. Guess she didn’t remember reading that part? And what were they doing in that scene behind the barn? They weren’t counting the wooden siding and that was not sweet smooching! I’ll admit they had their clothes on (as opposed to being removed) and it was freezing cold, but I don’t think either one was paying much attention to the temperature!
A fan told me she only reads the tamest of the tame stories and she’s really into my River City books. But one night while reading in bed, her husband leaned over and read probably the hottest scene in my entire book, then turned to their dogs and said, “Mommy is reading porn.”
She said she smacked him! (Give him one for me, too!) But in an odd way, I thought it was a huge compliment because she said if you take the scene out of the story, it seems extremely hot, but in the story, the scene was “a beautiful outpouring of love.” (Yay! I did my job!)
I love writing about true love. There’s something about that kind of love that wraps us in a blanket. To climb into bed and snuggle into that solid energy wrapped up in a warm body, where kisses still make the earth move years later and you never tire of running your hand over his chest, across his abdomen and then lower…yeah, that kind of love. You know all those wonderful places and what they do. Where the caress is probably as important as anything else and yet, you can rock with total abandon because you’re not two different people, you are truly one. You know every move, what is happening, and you never tire of it.
That’s what I write. I keep saying it’s all body parts. We know where they go and how they function. Maybe it’s my words but to me, it’s the love and the emotion that really count. The rest is just parts.
I also write about life. It not easy blending lives. He works, she works, jobs – careers, money, cost of living, you want to go out on Friday night but you’ve got to work or the boss asks you to stay late to finish something. Or worse you get off from “work” but you are facing another four hours on the computer to catch something up or research. Jobs come home with us. You reach into the refrigerator and discover that the milk is sour! Life sucks!
And trying to get off the gerbil wheel long enough to smell the roses or the aftershave is darn hard. You’re going to bed at eight p.m. and getting up at three-thirty for work. He doesn’t have to be at work until nine a.m. You’re on call this week and he’s never been that tied to a job. These are the things that make life hard. Blending lives can be difficult, and finding the time for a date can be even harder.
I write what is called slice of life. I just take the romantic slice and follow along. Romance is often referred to as a modern fairy tale. Maybe. But today’s Prince Charming doesn’t live in a castle. He probably has a condo and owns a business. That business is his mistress. Prince Charming still exists, I know because I had one. Life is never easy, but somehow we manage, and having a prince charming makes it worth it, even if he’s in a book.
June’s been busy. The Authors of Main Street released their boxed set, Weddings on Main Street. It’s a collection of eleven wedding-themed novellas, all about 25K words, which are perfect for reading in an evening or a lazy afternoon. My novella I Thee Wed is the eleventh story in that box, and I also released a second novel, With This Ring, separately. With This Ring is the story of Cody and DeeDee, and you can follow that family in I Thee Wed when Cody’s oldest stepdaughter falls for Aaron. You’ll find all the stories in the boxed set Weddings on Main Street to range from somewhat tame to sexy, and both my stories are sexy!
My seventh River City novel, Campaign, will be available any time now in the Amazon stores.
Brad Shoemaker often heard that love was blind, but he had no idea it could silent. Katheryn “Ryn” Demary is mute. But when Mayor Bruno Giovanni is forced into early retirement, he chooses Brad to run in his place. Ryn is determined to campaign at Brad’s side, but instead of being an asset, she just might be his biggest liability. Ryn finds herself campaigning not just for Brad to become mayor but for his love and acceptance. Politics can get dirty, and Ryn’s caught in the middle.
DeeDee Drayden doesn’t believe in a happily ever after, even though her passion is designing wedding gowns. Cody Montgomery, heir to a fortune, is hiding in a small town raising seven children after two failed marriages. With his hands full, he’s sworn off women. But when Cody ends up being a silent partner and CFO of DeeDee’s fledgling bridal business, his eyes are on more than the bottom line. Do they dare mix business with pleasure to find their own happily ever after?
Blurb: I Thee Wed (Weddings on Main Street)
A product of broken marriages, Julia never sees marriage for herself. She throws everything she's got into her career with Main Street Bridal Salon, until a crazy redhead with freckles named Aaron sweeps her off her feet. But a family secret is about to change everything.
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Here’s a snippet from I Thee Wed.
Up until meeting Aaron, she would have said that she didn’t care for a freckled redhead. They just didn’t seem sexy, but Aaron oozed sexy from every part of his body. She couldn’t just walk away from him so she tiptoed over and dropped a light kiss on his forehead. His hands found her and pulled her downward.
“Where are you going, my love?”
“Back to my room before I get caught.”
“I don’t want you to leave. I want you in my bed every night for as long as I live.”
“Not going to happen.”
His lips crashed over hers, igniting another firestorm within her. She pulled away and gasped for air. “I’ve got to go, it’s almost dawn. You don’t want me caught out here with you.”
His hand traveled up her leg to her panties. “No you don’t. These are mine.”
He rolled her over and slipped them off of her.
“You have some sort of fetish when it comes to women’s underwear?”
He grinned down at her. “Only yours.”
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