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
there’s
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”.
Blurb
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
she’s
always
been
– with
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,
she’ll
have
to
put
aside
her
body
issues.
Under
Bradley’s
tender
touch
and
fiery
eyes,
suddenly
that
seems
like
the
easiest
thing
in
the
world
to
do.
Excerpt
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
couldn’t
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
husband’s
cock.
No
matter
how
much
I’d
missed
the
feel
of
him
inside
me,
the
way
he’d
rock
his
hips
against
me
and
pin
me
to
the
bed
and
draw
long
moans
from
within
me,
I’d
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
he’d
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
daddy’s
chest.
Hell,
I’d
long
ago
lost
count
of
the
times
I’d
fallen
asleep
listening
to
Brad’s
heartbeat.
“Babe,
why
don’t
you
put
her
down?”
“Aw,
I
don’t
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
I’ll
just
have
to
do
the
same.”
Bradley
moaned
as
he
once
again
studied
my
naked
body.
“Oh,
god.
I’ll
be
right
back.”
Buy
Link:
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.
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/willsin.rowe
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/WillsinRowe
Amazon
Author
Page:
http://www.amazon.com/Willsin-Rowe/e/B0095OFU6G
1 comment:
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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