Tuesday, July 20, 2021
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Thursday, July 15, 2021
Their lives will never be the same -- #HistoricalRomance #Giveaway #OppositesAttract @1AlysonChase
Blurb
He’s
an ex-boxer. She sips tea at philosophical salons. And when these two
opposites meet, their lives will never be the same.
Lady
Juliana knows someone is trying to kill her father. The problem is
getting anyone to believe her. Her father thinks she’s imagining
things. Her brother that she’s seeking attention. And the man her
brother hired to bring her back home…well, he thinks nothing much
of her at all.
Brogan Duffy has
clawed his way up from the streets to become the lead investigator on
his very first inquiry case. The fact that it is to retrieve a
spoiled aristocrat playing at intrigue is of no consequence. Nor is
the fact that she beguiles him like no other woman. He has a job to
do, and he won’t let anything stand in his way, not even this
illogical attraction.
But Juliana
might not be imagining the threat. And when it’s her life that’s
on the line, Brogan has to decide to what lengths he’ll go to keep
her safe. Because in order to resolve this make-or-break case in his
career, Brogan might have to hazard more than his heart. And with
some gambles, there’s no going back…
Excerpt
The door sprung open just as the cab started to move. Mr. Duffy clambered inside, his face an emotionless mask, and slammed the door behind him.
He settled next to her, facing forward, saying nothing.
Juliana twisted her fingers around her pocket-book. Her skin went clammy, then hot.
“Where to?” the driver called down to them.
She bit her lip, sliding Mr. Duffy a sideways glance. Even if he wasn’t here, she’d be hard-pressed to answer that question. But his answer would be worse than anything she could come up with.
She opened her mouth, but Mr. Duffy cut her off. “Vincent Street. A block north of St. Mary’s.”
The address wasn’t familiar. It definitely wasn’t her family’s usual London lodgings. “Where are we going?”
He grunted.
“How did you find me?”
“I followed you from Mr. Huddleson’s home.” He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “You don’t have that many friends.”
“I have plenty of friends!” Her face flushed. But most of them were also Snow’s friends.
She glanced at the door opposite.
Mr. Duffy gripped her elbow. “Don’t even think of it.”
“Jump from a moving cab?” She sniffed. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
He arched an eyebrow.
She grumbled. Well, she wouldn’t think of it, not when he held her arm so tightly. “I could always scream,” she said.
“You could,” he agreed. “Why haven’t you?”
She chewed on her lower lip. She didn’t think she’d ever screamed in her life, not a full-throated help-I’m-being-murdered kind of scream. She didn’t know if she could force the sound from her throat, not without feeling foolish. “Would it be effective?”
He snorted. “Definitely not.”
About the Author
Alyson Chase lives in Colorado. A former attorney, she happily ditched those suits and now works in her pajamas writing about men’s briefs instead of legal briefs. When she’s not writing, she’s probably engaged in one of her favorite hobbies: napping, eating, or martial arts. (That last one almost makes up for the first two, right?) She also writes humorous, small-town, contemporary romance novels under the name Allyson Charles, and paranormal romances as A. Caprice.
You can catch up with her at https://www.allysoncharles.com/alyson-chase-1
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Amazon Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/Lady-Who-Knew-Too-Much-ebook/dp/B094TH9B8R
Alyson Chase will be awarding a $40 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
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The Pornographer’s Apprentice is now available in audio! #audiobook #steampunk #Wordwooze
I’m thrilled to announce that first book in my series The Toymaker’s Guild is now available as an audio book from Amazon and Audible!
https://www.audible.com/pd/B09933BG3L
Click on either of the links and go listen to the sample. It’s fantastic! (If I do say so...) The book is narrated by Melanie Hastings, who really manages to capture the Victorian feel.
Here’s the blurb:
She
wants to build sex toys... If they'll let her.
In
prudish, patriarchal Victorian England, nineteen-year-old prodigy
Gillian Smith finds a secret society dedicated to the erotic arts.
She’ll need both her intellect and her physical charms to earn the
permanent position she craves.
Inspired by a salacious
catalogue found in her deceased uncle’s library, she applies for an
apprenticeship with the Toymakers Guild. The Guild fabricates bespoke
sexual artifacts for the private pleasure of select clients – an
occupation for which Gillian, with her technical abilities and her
lascivious temperament, is eminently suited.
The other
apprentices, initially skeptical about a female engineer, become
enthusiastic supporters once they’ve tested her erotic aptitude.
The voluptuous Governing Director, and the dashing French journeyman
likewise help expand her carnal repertoire. The final decision,
however, rests with the reclusive Master Toymaker, who has been
missing for nearly two years.
When an unscrupulous nobleman
sets up a competing enterprise, he threatens not only the livelihood
of the Guild’s members but their lives as well. Gillian hatches an
audacious plan to entrap the villain, save the Guild, and leave the
absent Master no choice but to grant her heart’s desire.
If
you like steampunk erotica with a kinky feminist bent, you'll love
The Pornographer's Apprentice.
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Tuesday, July 13, 2021
Fall in love with Mimi -- #CozyMystery #Giveaway #Barcelona
Blurb
In this latest cozy mystery, Mimi, and her co-anchor, Nicole Marcel, on the Interview TV Show, TONIGHT, is at her peak of popularity in Paris. Charles Bleisante, who owns the TV Station, proposes a TV Interview tour for the pair of certain cities on the continent.
The two, with Nicole’s lover, Detective Giscard Morency, are off, first to Barcelona, later to London. The Interviews center on food: the cooking of a paella, in Spain; the braising of a Christmas goose in London, delicious episodes that attract a wide audience. However, certain nefarious incidents occur, in which Mimi is canine sleuth.
CNN–New York requests the co-anchors come to Manhattan for more interviews. There, Mimi helps solve a grisly murder that takes place in one of the highest billionaire luxury buildings in the world.
The resolution of this crime is revealed in Book Five of The Mimi Series: MIMI TAKES MANHATTAN.
Excerpt
CNN-NEW YORK CITY
As media mogul and chairman of CNN, Victor Crofton had fallen in love with Mimi.
The combination of Mimi’s reaction to the Christmas goose livers – zoomed in on, by the CNN camera, as she lapped them up with obvious relish – and her breaking Karl’s case – his thefts and robberies – and the very look of her dog-grin with seven little teeth -- had him hooked!
Well, the chairman of the board of directors of CNN was entranced.
Victor Crofton. He lived in a posh apartment in Manhattan. He was also one of the original founders, along with Ted Turner, of the CNN network. He determined that Mimi should be brought to New York City for an Interview (or two or three) – which would raise her stardom – and that of CNN’s – to the stratosphere. Of course, Nicole’s beauty, as co-anchor, was an additional bonus.
Mimi would become more renowned than ever.
About the Author
Elizabeth Cooke, born and bred in New York City, graduate of Vassar College and The Sorbonne, is the author of several books about Paris, where she lived in the 1950s.
Facebook: @ElizabethBuffyCooke
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Amazon Buy link: https://www.amazon.com/Mimi-Takes-Europe-Elizabeth-Cooke-ebook/dp/B097C9KTGB/ref=sr_1_3
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Monday, July 12, 2021
He simply took what she offered – #MFRWsteam #MFRWAuthor #ParanormalRomance #BDSMRomance
Welcome to the July Steam Hop! If you’d like to heat up your summer a bit, you’re in the right place.
The MFRW Steam blog hop is a monthly event that showcases authors in the Marketing for Romance Writers community who write more explicit stories.
Today I'm sharing a juicy section from my paranormal erotic romance Damned If You Do. Enjoy! Then when you’re done with my steamy snippet, follow the links at the end of this post to sample more spicy excerpts.
Blurb
Sometimes romance can be hell.
Wendy Dennison is tired of being a starving author. The royalties from her critically acclaimed romance novels barely pay her bills. Her devoted agent Daniel Rochester may be smart and sexy, but he can't get her the sales she needs. Then a charismatic stranger appears at her coffee shop table, promising her fame and commercial success, as well as the chance to live out her dreams of erotic submission. But at what cost?
Nothing you can't afford to lose, my dear.
Seduced by the enigmatic Mister B, she signs his infernal contract. He becomes both her Master and her coach, managing her suddenly flourishing career as well as encouraging her lusts. Under her mentor’s nefarious influence, she surrenders to temptation and has sex with Daniel. The casual encounter turns serious when she discovers her mild mannered agent has a dominant side. As the clock ticks down to her blockbuster release and Mister B prepares to claim her soul, Wendy must choose either celebrity and wealth, or obscurity and true love.
Excerpt
“Please, Sir. Spank me. Punish me for being a dirty girl.”
In another mood, she might have laughed at such cheesy dialogue. At the moment, she meant every word.
Daniel must have heard the sincerity in her voice. He released an ominous chuckle. “Very well, Pet.” He didn’t sound drunk anymore. Indeed, he sounded like a man in complete control. “Just let me get more comfortable. Meanwhile, don’t move. Keep your eyes to the front.”
He bustled around behind her, undressing, or so she assumed. He took his time, making her wait. She felt both horny and ridiculous, standing there with her fancy brassiere bunched up under her breasts and the elastic of the lowered bikini biting into her thighs.
Finally, he was back, his skin warm as he rubbed his lightly furred chest against her back. He held her close for a moment, his hardness nestling in the cleft of her naked buttocks, slippery with pre-cum. “Ready, Pet?” He licked at her earlobe, sending an exquisite chill down her spine.
Once more her knees turned to rubber. Once more his firm grasp supported her. “Ah—oh! Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” She almost wept when he stepped away from her body. “Spread your legs and lean over, with your hands on the sill. Arch your back and present your ass.”
She assumed the position he described, arousal drowning out embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, with Dan of all people. It felt like a dream.
The sting of his bare palm on her butt was real enough though, a burst of flame followed by a smoldering ache that spread from the point of contact.
“Ow!”
“Count for me, Pet,” he commanded.
“Um—one. How many, Sir?”
“Twenty, I think, for this first time. Unless you try to escape, or cover yourself.”
The snap of flesh on flesh—like striking a match. “Ooh! Ah, two. Two!” His second blow hurt much more than the first. Wendy knew from her research and her recent experiences with Mister B that by twenty she’d be writhing, and in tears.
Yet she wanted this, yearned for it. She’d asked for it.
“Ow! Oh, God!”
“Count, girl!”
“Three, Sir. Oh, please—wait, give me a moment...”
He put even greater force into his next slap.
“Aaaah! Um, ah, four… please…”
He did pause, for a few blessed seconds. “Do you really want me to stop? If you can’t take it any more, just say ‘angel’, all right?”
Snap! “Ow! Five…” The pain faded momentarily in the glow of her astonishment. How could he have come up with the exact same safe word as Mister B? What were the chances? “Sir—Ow! Sir…”
“If you don’t count, I’ll give you ten extra.”
“Sorry, sorry! Six—oof! Seven.”
Dark suspicion touched her. Perhaps the individual spanking her was not Daniel at all. What if her unearthly Master was impersonating her agent? Maybe this was just another infernal game of his, designed to pull her deeper into perdition.
“Aye! Oh! Eight.”
This didn’t have the same tone as one of her scenes with Mister B, though. This felt simultaneously more playful, and more serious.
It hit her suddenly. This wasn’t just her dream. It was Daniel’s too. Right now, she was fulfilling his heart’s desire.
She gasped and moaned under his assault, but the tumult of emotions raging inside distracted her from the physical agony. Affection for her partner —maybe even love— brimmed in her chest. She’d never suspected her agent had kinky desires. For the first time she truly understood how much they had in common. Meanwhile, a terrible sense of responsibility weighed on her. She knew, firsthand, how precious and important this was for Daniel. What if she screwed it up?
Meanwhile, he continued to wallop her ass, apparently oblivious to her consternation. Somehow she still managed to count, though pain seared her flesh and tears ran down her cheeks.
“Tw-twenty. Oh, Sir!”
The last blow had scarcely landed when Dan seized her buttocks, spread them wide, and sank his cock into her drenched pussy.
“Oh God! Wendy…darling...Pet…”
He felt like heaven. His fat cock filled her and took her over, stretching her wide and stimulating every nerve as he slid in and out of her slick folds. Already the first flickers of orgasm shimmered in her pelvis, a coil of pleasure winding tighter with each of his strokes. Supporting herself on the sill, she made a bow of her back, raising her ass so he could penetrate her more completely.
“Harder!” she urged, clamping her muscles down on his length, knowing the rippling tension would increase his pleasure. “Deeper, please! More!”
He didn’t scold her, or mock her, or accuse her of topping from below. He simply took what she offered.
Buy Links (Ebook)
Kinky Literature: http://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/713-damned-if-you-do/
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0727RZ39B/
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0727RZ39B/
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Add on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35009284-damned-if-you-do
Buy Links (Audio)
Narrated by Audrey Lusk
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Damned-If-You-Do/dp/B078NC1MGN/
Audible: https://www.audible.com/pd/Erotica-Sexuality/Damned-If-You-Do-Audiobook/B078NC27YX/
Check out the other authors joining today's Steam Hop!
Sunday, July 11, 2021
Coming Soon (as in, tomorrow!) -- #Orgasm #CleisPress #EroticAnthology
Multiple orgasms? Oh, yes!
What does it feel like to climax? Coming Soon: Women’s Orgasm Erotica offers wild and thrilling tales of female sexual pleasure that explore that question in a variety of wondrous ways. From a fetish that will appeal to any book lover and a waitress who’s seduced by her very attractive customers to the thrill of artificial intelligence that knows exactly how to please a woman sexually, you’ll discover how delightful it is to come and come again. Read about women who like to watch, and others who love to get naked and show it all off.
With 20 erotic stories by popular authors such as Ella Dawson, Katrina Jackson, D. L. King and Donna George Storey, you’ll be turned on with every page. Whether they’re enjoying multiple orgasms, playing with sex toys, attending a sex party or taking a thrilling business trip, the characters in Coming Soon savor every moment of their arousal. Edited by the award-winning Rachel Kramer Bussel, these sexy scenarios range from sex with strangers to the deepest of intimacy among couples, all while reaching the peak of erotic fulfillment.
Buy
Links - Releasing on 13 July!
Bookshop: https://bookshop.org/books/coming-soon-women-s-orgasm-erotica/9781627783057
Universal Amazon print look: https://mybook.to/comingsoonprint
Universal Kindle link: https://mybook.to/comingsoonebook
Contents
Introduction: Women’s Orgasms as Journey and Destination
Read to Me - CC Bridges
I’m Her - Henry Corrigan
Tracing the Edge - Louise Kane
Love and Porn in a Retirement Home - Claire Cupp
Remote Vibrations Z. - Esmé Mendoza
Exceptional Service - T.C. Mill
Adorn - Nico Murray
Envy - Evan Mora
The Voice in Your Head - Victoria Diane
Multiple Gifts - Anuja Varghese
House of Fingers - Sienna Saint-Cyr
Business Trip - Ella Dawson
After Katrina - Jackson
Belts Have Tongues - Velvet Moore
The Electricity of a Dark Peak - D. L. King
What You Need - Angela Addams
Kindness - Gabrielle Johnson
The (Re)Education of Truvi Anderson - Renee Dominick
The Size of Love - Sally Bend
Antarctica - Donna George Storey
Snippet
From “I’m Her” by Henry Corrigan
The bathroom she’d chosen was small but serviceably spare, wrapped up in the smell of industrial lemon. When the knock finally came, Catherine’s heart thudded as she threw open the
door.
Wordlessly Dave or Pete or Brian slipped past, taking his place atop the toilet. Locking the door behind them, Catherine smiled at this stranger with his blue shirt and hungry grin.
They stared at each other for a long moment and then, with slow, conscious movements, began.
Catherine lifted her skirt as he unbuckled his belt.
She slipped her fingers into her underwear as he stroked
himself, his cock held tightly in his fist.
She teased herself slowly, stirring the soft hairs with her palm, gliding a finger between her lips, drawing out the warmth like a friend called out to play.
Dave or Pete or Brian bit his lip and stroked more quickly now, growing harder by the second. With deft fingers, Catherine slipped her underwear off and spread her thighs wide. Slipping a finger insider herself, she gasped and rolled the hood of her clit gently, sending light straight up her spine.
Soon enough the smell of lemon faded, replaced by the musk of their exertions. Her thighs were quivering, and his cock was
hard and red.
He’d brought condoms, but she made him use her own, squirting a dollop of lube into the palm of her hand. Straddling his thighs, she grasped him, the first time they’d ever really touched.
He sighed as Catherine lowered herself down but for her it was uncomfortable at first. Her inner muscles, too long unused, rebelled at his thickness, leaving her hissing as she rocked against him, back and forth.
Breathing deeply, she closed her eyes, listening to the sounds beyond the door. The whisk of luggage wheels and conversations, the thousands of people walking by. None of them would ever see her like this, her bare ass clenching as she rode this stranger, her breath coming in frantic gasps as he went deeper every time.
With a shudder Catherine rocked forward, now flush against his hips. She sighed and let her head fall back, the sensation not quite orgasm, but the pleasure of being filled.
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Saturday, July 10, 2021
Sizzling Sunday: "Told you I liked cowboys." -- #Erotica #SizzlingSunday #CheapBooks
Welcome to another Sizzling Sunday! Today I have an exclusive, never-before-shared excerpt from Book 3 of my Vegas Babes series, Sin City Sweethearts. In case you haven’t visited for a while, this is one of the books currently 50% off as part of the Smashwords Summer/Winter Sale. (The first book of the series is entirely free!)
Blurb
Welcome to Las Vegas—leave your inhibitions at the city limits.
Like many newlyweds, Annie and Ted work hard, economize, live in a too-small apartment, and make passionate love whenever possible. They’re just a bit more open-minded and inclusive about sex than most couples—they met at The Fox’s Den strip club and bonded during an orgy. They’re delighted when fraternal twins Marcella and Madeleine McNabb move into the apartment downstairs. The innocent eighteen year old beauties have come to Las Vegas for university and to escape their overprotective family. Annie and Ted figure it’s practically their duty to educate the sisters about the real Sin City.
Marcie and Maddy prove to be apt pupils, with voracious carnal appetites. Before long they’re intimately involved not only with their upstairs neighbors, but also their hippie landlord and landlady, Maddy’s hunky coach, Marcie’s dominant department head, a handful of their classmates, a bevy of strippers from the Den and the infamous Foxy and Larry themselves. Then the four McNabb brothers come to town, threatening to drag the twins back to Ely, and things get truly wild.
Exclusive Excerpt (Rated X)
(At the Halloween party organized by Marcie's university department. Annie is costumed as a female devil.)
“Maddy! Madeleine McNabb! Where’s Marcie?”
A tall string bean of a fellow in a checked shirt, cowboy hat and boots strode onto the dance floor and grabbed Maddy by the arm, pulling her away from her partner.
“Heard she was here.” the young man repeated. “I need to see her.”
“Ethan! What are you doing here?” Maddy sounded both shocked and scared.
“Told you, I’m lookin’ for Marcie. My fiancée.”
Oh no! Annie suddenly remembered their stoned jokes about Ethan from Ely, Marcella’s incompetent first lover. He’d actually come looking for her! And there she was, in the corner, sucking face with some guy Annie didn’t recognize, whose fingers were buried in her snatch!
Without conscious thought, Annie swung into action. Pushing her way through the gyrating crowd, she tapped Ethan on the shoulder. Despite his obvious agitation, his eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped when he caught sight of her in all her infernal glory.
“Hey there, cowboy! Can I help you?” she purred. She ran her hand up his arm, squeezing his biceps, which were perhaps more impressive than Marcie had led them to believe. “Nothing I like better than a hard, strong cowboy…” She dropped her palm to his crotch, where as she expected she found a growing lump. “Want to come for a ride with me?”
Ethan blinked twice. His Adam’s apple jumped as he swallowed, trying to find his voice. “Uh—sorry, ma’am—I’m tryin’ to find my girlfriend. She’s a student here, an’ someone told me she’d be at this party…” His voice trailed off as Annie massaged his thickening cock through his jeans.
“Why don’t you come with me and we can look for her?” Grabbing his elbow, she tried to drag him toward the entrance, away from the corner where Marcie was now bouncing up and down in Ben-Hur’s lap.
“You know my Marcie, ma’am?”
“I know everyone, cowboy.” She flashed him a wicked smile. “Don’t you believe in the devil?”
“Yes I do,” Ethan replied sincerely, his hat swiveling as he continued to search. “An’ I’m worried he’s got his hooks into my Marcie.”
If only you knew, Annie thought.
“I’m sure she’s fine,” she continued aloud, breathing a sigh of relief as she managed to maneuver him out the door and into the foyer outside the ballroom. “Why not forget about her for a little while and pay attention to me?”
The security guard had disappeared. That explained how this interloper had managed to get into the party. Meanwhile, she needed someplace private where she could distract this young man enough to make him forget his mission.
She noticed a door labeled “Drama Club”, a little way down the corridor leading into the main part of the building. “Maybe she’s in here,” Annie babbled. “Fixing up her costume…”
The drama club room was unlocked. If Ethan had resisted, she would never have succeeded in getting him inside, but despite his continued grumbling, he let her lead. Once they were inside, she flipped on a light and locked the door. Things were complicated enough without them being interrupted.
“Sit down,” she ordered, giving him a backward push that landed him on a worn and faded sofa. His hat tumbled off behind him. Before he could react, she’d sunk to her knees on the floor and was working on his zipper.
“Ma’am—wait—please, I’m engaged to Marcella…”
Ignoring his protests, Annie fished around in his briefs until she extricated his swollen cock, which was of quite respectable size despite Marcie’s complaints. Well, it’s not what you have, she thought, but how you use it. She stroked the rigid rod of flesh with capable hands. To her delight, pre-cum gathered on the tip and spilled down the sides. She lapped at the shiny red bulb, gathering and swallowing the copious fluid.
“Don’t—” Ethan moaned, even as his cock shuddered and jumped against her tongue.
“You don’t want me to do this?” She took his appealing cockhead into her month, swirling her tongue across its curved surface while sucking gently.
“Oh…no…yes…oh!”
Tired of toying with him, Annie opened wide and swallowed his full length. He wasn’t as big as Ted (or Larry Archer), but it was still a challenge to take him all. She backed up a bit, took a breath through her nose, then sank down once more, devouring him to the root. Her nose burrowed into his coarse pubic hair, which had a musky, male smell that turned her on. Tightening her lips around his shaft, she started a smooth up and down movement, combined with the firm suction that never failed to drive Ted crazy.
He let out a groan of pleasure. She liked that. She liked the way he let her take control, too. He didn’t grab her head, or force his dick down her throat (though in some circumstances she enjoyed that, too). She had the freedom to apply all her oral skills, taking him to the brink, easing off, then ramping up the intensity once more.
When she glanced up from his cock to his face, she saw that he wore an expression of wonder. He’s only eighteen or nineteen, she reminded herself. This might be his very first blow job.
That thought made her hotter than she’d been all night. She redoubled her efforts, determined to give poor Ethan an experience he’d remember forever. Meanwhile, she pulled her thong out of the way and thrust three fingers into her soaked, steamy cunt, frigging herself in time with cock pistoning in and out of her mouth.
Faster. Deeper. His hard bulk twitched and swelled on her tongue. Her equally hard clit tingled and sparked. A pre-orgasmic wave of pleasure swept through her.
“Holy Christ, I’m gonna’ come,” he yelled. He tried to pull out, but she clamped down to keep him inside her mouth, sucking for all she was worth. A torrent of cum poured from his cock. She swallowed, hungry and eager, as his dick gushed again.
At the same time, she curled her fingers, reaching for her G-spot, and thumbed her clit. That did the trick, as it usually did, sending her over the edge into a fiery climax. Intense bliss flared deep in her sex and spread outward, burning away everything in its path. However, instinct kept her mouth sealed around Ethan’s spurting member, so that she could drink down every drop of his jizz.
His softening dick finally slipped from her mouth. She licked her bruised lips and gazed up at him.
“Wow,” he said, his voice soft, almost reverent.
“Told you I liked cowboys.”
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Friday, July 9, 2021
How did I end up writing romance? #WritersJourney #HappyEnding #NewAuthor
By B. D. Storey (Guest Author)
I like to think I am just your normal, average guy. My wife will tend to disagree, but she's biased. So, given that, how did this guy end up writing a romance story? We're not talking a small love story to the wife, or a bit of doodling while at lunch. We're talking about a full blown, 104,000 word novel that just fell out of my head and onto the computer.
Maybe a bit more about myself will provide clarity. I am a romantic. Okay, that statement may blow away your image of "average guy", but I like to think we men do understand romance and being romantic, however, society and our buddies may frown on displaying it!
Anyway, I'm a sucker for a happy ending and any romantic subplot. My wife and I play a few online role playing games, go to DragonCon, have lightsabers, etc. We are geeks. I play lots of console games. While I enjoy a good shoot-'em-up as well as the next gunslinger, I really enjoy the games with a story to it, especially if there is a romantic sub-plot available. If the character can pursue a romantic relationship with another character, I'm in. If there are multiple options as a partner, I'll play the game over and over just to see each relationship and the dialogue that the storyteller came up with. He or she put a lot of effort into that story, and I want to read it and see it play out.
In our online role-play games, we joined a group of like-minded people and we all played together. Over the years, we became a family. We met once a year in real life. We visited each other's homes all across the US. From that camaraderie was born my love to write. I teamed up with others and wrote long, winding stories of adventure and even love. We're talking thousands and thousands of words over a 15-year span of time.
We had a separate chat channel setup just for role play. We called it the Guild Stage. We let everyone know when a production was going to be on so they could make popcorn and watch. We loved roleplaying and forming relationships between characters. Imagine "watching" a female dwarf and a male barbarian roleplay a dinner at the local tavern, that entertains the other players, all while knowing that both characters are being played by men! Boggles the mind, doesn't it?
I tell you all of this to get you ready for how we ended up where we are. My wife and I love the Hallmark Channel. Love watching those great, feel-good shows. We have our favorite actors and actress combos, and ones we don't like. You pretty much know how a HC story is going to end within the first ten minutes, but it's fun to see how it gets there!
Anyway, last July, while watching yet another HC movie, I turned to my wife and said "You know, I could write one of these. It's got your guy, gal, plot, angst, makeup, and the happy ever after. I could do that."
She pondered for a moment, then nodded and said "Yep, I bet you could. You've done it before with the others, just not in a formal way."
"I'd make it a bit more edgy than HC, but I could do it." I said, nodding. I then set my back brain to working on ideas.
A few days later, basic story idea in hand, I hunkered down at my computer, opened up an editor, and away I went. By Christmas, I had the first major draft done and I began editing, reviewing, rewriting. I focused a ton of effort on details and continuity.
In February, I enlisted the aid of two young ladies I knew from one of my favorite urban fantasy authors Facebook groups. They do a lot of alpha/beta reading for other authors in that genre as well as romance. I sent them the first four chapters to see if what I had was workable. Their response blew me away. That first response was "You're going to publish this, right?" followed by "Dude, you're a romance writer!!"
Over the course of the next month, these two thirty somethings educated me on the world of writing romance. When you're a sixty-year-old guy, and a thirty-something tells you "You're writing like a Dad. Loosen up!" you tend to sit up and listen. They helped me with naming my characters with a more modern flare, bringing my "language" more up to date, and telling me which phrases and words I were to never use again. My male ego was taking some hits, but my inner romantic told me to shut up and listen.
By March, I had what I felt was a better story. I enlisted the aid of three more readers, one of which was my wife.
"Wait," you ask, "Your wife had not read it YET?"
No, she had not. My wife, being an all-knowing individual and knowing me so well, knew that if she got involved, it would hurt our relationship because I would take her comments personally. And she is right. She's also a grammar nazi, and would let every small grammer mistake of the draft pull her out of the story. So, she waited, patiently, while I chomped at the bit to get her input.
I released it to her, along with a 27-year-old master librarian who ran her college newspaper, and one of my wife's friends, who is also an inspiring author. These three ladies ate my lunch on grammar. My two alpha readers focused on story, not grammer. These three new ladies made up for that. Who knew a comma could be so misused?
But, for me, what I heard from them was that the story was good. Really good. They pointed out some places where the reader got pulled out of the story because I tried to get cute. I was smacked and told to rewrite. I rewrote.
By May, I had a completed project. I had written my story. I was happy with it and I had done what I set out to do. Now was the big question. What next? Talked to my wife, did some research, and we decided to self publish. How hard could it be, right? Yes, I know. Famous last words, right up there with "Hold my beer …"
An editor was hired (she was also an author), as well as a cover artist. The editor helped me polish and buff, and the cover artist gave me a beautiful wrapper. Software was purchased to help make publishing easier, accounts were created with the big distributors. I had already joined several Facebook groups dealing with romance and marketing romance. I felt I was good to go. Go ahead, keep laughing. I'll wait.
Anyhoo, I felt I needed to do more. If I was going to give this romance writing gig a good shot, I needed more knowledge. So I joined the Romance Writers of America. It was at that point that my wife took my man-card, painted it pink and only lets me have it when farm chores need to be done. I'm okay with that.
But it doesn't end there. I live near Nashville, TN. The RWA is having a summer retreat from 14-17 July in Nashville. I signed up to attend. There was a forum set up for the event where the attendees could introduce themselves. To date, I appear to be the only guy signed up. I showed my wife some of the successful authors who are going to be there. She just laughed and said "Those ladies are going to eat you alive." Fear is a good thing, right?
So, there you have it. A challenge was set, a project created, and a book ready to be published. Will it be successful and sell a bazillion copies? Don't know. To be honest, if it doesn't, it's not a deal breaker. Oh, my ego will be bruised, but that wasn't the point. The challenge was in the doing. Some will like it, some will not, and that's okay too.
That's the story of how this sixty-year-old dad (as of July 8th) ended up writing a romance novel. Will I do another? More than likely. I enjoyed the writing and the collaboration, as well as the whole creative process. I think I have a few more ideas left in me.
But, enough about the process. What is Fate Takes A Hike? Let's give a brief look at Josie and Jacob, the main characters of the story.
Josie Callison was a single mother of one, living with her mom in Azton, WA, where she grew up. The past few years had been hard on Josie. First she lost her husband suddenly. A year later, her father passed away quietly in his sleep. It seemed only right to move back home to help her mother with the struggling family business and take time to heal and raise her daughter.
Jacob Berman, widower and former soldier, has seen his share of death, the latest being the loss of his wife and child. Living alone and keeping mostly to himself gave him time to work on the plan made by him and his wife for their future in Azton. Swearing off dating ensured that nothing else could cause his heart and soul any more pain.
On that clear and beautiful Saturday, neither expected to be falling down a hill or rescuing a damsel in distress. But, as we all know, Fate rarely asks us for our input when planning our lives. When Fate decides that two broken hearts can heal each other, it will use all the tools at its disposal to put those hearts on the same path. That includes a demonic rabbit intent on hiker mauling.
What? A quick synopsis is not enough you say? Okay, how about a chunk from Chapter 1?
CHAPTER 1
Josie
I shook the small handheld GPS unit in an attempt to make it work.
“You’ve got to be freaking kidding me! I will smash you into a million pieces, you worthless hunk of plastic!”
The small, yellow electronic devil was obviously unimpressed with my threat and mocked me with its refusal to comment. Looking up at the sky, I almost asked the heavens, ‘What next?’ But I didn’t want to tempt fate. Little did I realize at the time that the heavens could read minds, and fate could be a real bitch.
Sighing like a teenager being asked to do the dishes, I shoved the worthless plastic demon into my backpack and pulled out my trusty old compass. Flipping open the lid, I began turning in a small circle, talking to myself while the needle danced inside its glass case.
“Okay, let’s see,” I muttered to myself. “If that’s north, then that way is west and towards the lake. If I can make it to the lake, I should be able to get to the marina and use their phone.”
I nodded to myself, taking a deep, calming breath. This was good. Everything was going to be okay.
“I’m going to call Brianna Cranston and give her a piece of my mind. Wait, no. First, I’m going to get her to come pick me up and take me to my car, and while she’s driving me to it, then I’m going to give her a piece of my mind. She’ll be trapped then and can’t escape my wrath. Nice plan, Josie. Less walking, more righteous satisfaction.”
Brianna had been the one to talk me into this jaunt when I should have been helping Mom with the store. I knew that somewhere in those spreadsheets and invoices was the answer to our financial situation, something that would pull us up out of the hole we were spiraling into.
Apparently, I had been getting a tad bitchy with folks lately. Brianna cornered me in my small office Wednesday. Mom apparently let her slip back to harass me.
“Girl, you need to get away from the sheets of numbers and clear your head before you bite one of your worker’s—or worse, Kaylin’s head off,” she told me, crossing her arms and skewering me with an icy glare.
I scrubbed my tired eyes, glancing up at her. “I don’t have the time. We’re losing money every day and if I don’t figure out how to stop it, Mom and I are toast.”
Brianna began lecturing me, using her finger like a conductor’s baton. “Get your lazy butt out in the woods. You and your dad loved the woods and trails around here. Hell, you were a tomboy for most of your time here. Get out there, walk among the trees, and clear your mind. Maybe an acorn will fall on that head of yours and give you the idea you need!”
I had reluctantly agreed, more to get her to leave and to stop her nagging. And I had to admit … she had a point. I needed a break.
Putting my compass in the pocket of my shorts, I began walking in the right direction, only slightly limping, thanks to the blister on my heel. Normally, I’d have fixed it with some moleskin, but since I was in such a hurry to leave this morning, I neglected to pack my first aid kit.
My pack contained everything else I might need. Bear whistle, snacks, water, and dry socks. I even had a copy of Cosmo that I had filched from the beauty shop. Figured it could double as emergency toilet supplies should the need arise.
No GPS, no moleskin, a squishy blister on my heel, and still a long way from my car. The day was just a winner all the way around.
“Just you wait, Brianna, I’ve got two sweaty socks with your name written all over them!”
I chuckled evilly at the thought of taking off my boots in her car and launching an odoriferous attack. If I were lucky, she’d puke. Hey, if you can’t make your best friend puke, why are they your bestie?
While I might have thought Brianna gagging on sweaty socks would be funny, what galled me the most was that she was right.
About an hour into the hike this morning, I realized I actually felt better. The rich smell of the trees and the sounds of nature slowly eroded my stress level, lowering it to what most folks considered normal. I was bordering on darn near relaxed. Even with the blister and the evil GPS unit, I was feeling better than I had in several weeks.
“Okay, Brianna, maybe no socks this time.” Nodding to myself, I continued on down the trail.
After another thirty or so minutes of walking, I came to a ridgeline. Taking a moment, I glanced down into what appeared to be about a fifty-foot drop-off. It wasn’t a straight drop, more of a steep downhill, something you might ski on if there were snow, and if you didn’t mind rocks and trees at the end of your run. Unhooking my water bottle, I took a small sip as I drank in the panoramic view. I could just see the lake on the horizon. Clipping the water bottle back to my pack, I took a deep, refreshing breath.
“Finally, something is going my way.”
I began walking along the edge, hoping to find a way down that looked less like a blue diamond run and more like a bunny slope. I enjoyed skiing, but the lack of skis and snow put a damper on shooshing down the ledge. With my luck today, I’d fall and break an ankle.
At that exact moment, the heavens showed me that they had been paying attention to my thoughts. Just as I walked near a patch of scrub brush, a small rabbit burst out of it right at my feet, moving as if it was late for something.
Like any red-blooded girl seeing something that looks like a mouse on steroids flying at her, I screamed and high-stepped away from the impending rodent mauling that I just knew was coming my way.
Unfortunately, in my adrenaline-fueled rush to escape, I forgot about the ridgeline I had been admiring. I screamed again as I toppled over the edge. I smashed flat on my side and began tumbling end over end as the loose rocks and dirt gave way. I saw ground, sky, ground and then felt a sharp burst of pain in my leg and a punch to my stomach.
I barely had time to think, “Ow … shit,” before blackness took me.
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Well, that's the start. What happens next? How bad is she hurt? Will the bunny return to finish the job? Only way to find out is to buy the book. It is available for pre-order, with an August 6, 2021, release date, at the following locations:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B098LY894N
B & N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/2940162459859
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-CA/ebook/fate-takes-a-hike
Every book usually ends with a bit about the author. This one should be no different.
I grew up in a pretty typical Southern household. An Army brat, I was born in Germany and spent my formative years moving around the country from post to post, never going to the same school twice until my father’s retirement.
A typical teenager of the 70’s, I spent hours playing baseball, tennis, band, and dumping hard earned quarters into arcade games.
I retired from the Air Force in 2000 and began working in the technology department of the Nashville Sheriff's office, where in 21 short months I will retire again.
A lover of both PC and console games, I've spent many hours immersed in the lands of role playing and make-believe with friends and family. This is where my love of writing took off as me and my online friends spent hours writing epic tales of fantasy, love, and adventuring. Oh, and dragon slaying. One can’t forget that.
I am married to my best friend and love, Pam. We live on a small farm in Clarksville where Pam keeps me busy with the multitude of chores that come with having three horses and four cats. We have three great kids who are the lights of our life.
Some of my favorite romance authors are Nicholas Sparks, Abby Jimenez, Claire Kingsley, and Maria Luis.
That's a wrap!
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