Saturday, October 18, 2014

My Name on the Cover!

By Willsen Rowe (Guest Blogger)

Firstly, thank you to Lisabet for graciously offering me this guest spot. For a minnow such as myself this is a wonderful opportunity.

Hi, everyone! I’m Willsin Rowe, I write erotica and erotic romance, I’m a busy cover artist, and I’m a dude. I’ve actually been around the block for quite some time, with my first published story coming out way back in 2006. That was with a minor publisher which closed down a couple of years later, and without my stories there registering on any kind of scale.

Since that time my output has mostly been slow, in part because I spread myself so thinly at times. With plenty of cover art, plus a working band, not to mention family life and an Evil Day Job, I barely managed to complete any stories. I was co-writing with Katie Salidas, and we turned out a good number of stories over a 12 month period, but not a lot of solo stuff.

In 2011, the day job decided they no longer required my services. Earlier this year, the working band stopped working. And only a month or two ago, Katie Salidas and I decided to finish up our co-writing efforts and unpublish all those stories (though we still work together in the ways we always had before we co-wrote–it’s a totally amicable “separation”!).

As a result of all that, for the first time in more than two years, I’ve released a book with a lovely big “Willsin Rowe” on the cover.

This, I Can Do is a short and sweet erotic romance, dealing with the upheaval that a young baby can bring to a marriage. It has its origins in my own experiences, and theres more than a little of my wife and me in the main characters. And as a bonus, I got to write about a beautiful curvy woman!

So, without further foolin’ around, here’s a little bit of a taste of “This, I Can Do”.


Teresa Ross is having the morning from hell. Still fairly new to motherhood, the changes to her once-slender body are one thing. But a teething baby she can't calm and the sleepless nights that go with it have drained her resources.

Even a phone call to her calm-voiced husband Bradley does nothing. But when he surprises her by coming home from work, everything suddenly feels right.

The lustful look in his eye lights a fire inside her that she feared had been doused forever. Far from being disgusted by the jiggly bits and stretch marks that taunt her in the mirror, Bradley sees the desirable woman shes always beenwith a whole lot more depth and character.

When Bradley uses his daddy-magic to get the baby to sleep, the world is suddenly a beautiful place. But when he sends Teresa to bed, rest is the last thing on her mind. 
To truly connect with her husband again, shell have to put aside her body issues. Under Bradleys tender touch and fiery eyes, suddenly that seems like the easiest thing in the world to do.


The bed was comfortable and the morning was warm. With the blinds closed, the room had a twilight feel about it. The night had been awful, and my handsome husband was tending our beautiful baby. The house was quiet and the bedroom was toasty. Conditions were perfect for a long and well-deserved sleep.

So it was sweet torture to realize I was horny like I couldnt believe. Damn Bradley and his hand on my hip. Damn his words of praise. And most of all, damn those beautiful eyes of his, roaming all over me.

My shower interlude had done less than nothing. It was like killing one ant, only to awaken the entire colony. The tickling want in my pussy had only one cure, and, after four months of discomfort, 19 hours of agony, and seven months of parenthood, it was the one that scared me the most.

My husbands cock. No matter how much Id missed the feel of him inside me, the way hed rock his hips against me and pin me to the bed and draw long moans from within me, Id let fear block me. And fear had become a habit. A habit that needed breaking as soon as possible.

Everything was quiet in the house. Either Bradley had left with Abbie, or hed done the impossible, and actually gotten her to sleep.

Babe?” I remembered my sister using that voice. The one you try to project three rooms away without actually making any noise.

He nudged the door open. Abbie was still in his arms, but with a pacifier in her mouth she was finally, blissfully asleep. Or maybe it was the warmth and strong pounding of her daddys chest. Hell, Id long ago lost count of the times Id fallen asleep listening to Brads heartbeat.

Babe, why dont you put her down?

Aw, I dont get to hold her like this all that often.

I drew the covers slowly down and showed him where my hand was.Oh. okay. Please yourself. And Ill just have to do the same.

Bradley moaned as he once again studied my naked body.Oh, god. Ill be right back.

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About the Author

Willsin Rowe falls in love with a scent, a playful expression or an act of casual intimacy more easily than with physical beauty. When confronted by any combination of these he is a lost cause.

He has done many things over and over. He has done even more things only once. He has half-done more things than he cares to admit.

He is intelligent but not sensible. He is polite but inappropriate. He is passionate but fearful. He is honest but reticent. He is not scruffy enough nor stylish enough to be cool.

1 comment:

Lisabet Sarai said...

Hello, Willsen,

Thanks for being my guest! This sounds like a book that a lot of women would identify with. I love the cover, by the way... and not just because it has your name on it.

Good luck with the story!

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