You Wanna Write WHAT??? – #SmallTownRomance #MFM #BDSM @PiaManning3

By Pia Manning (Guest Blogger)

Advantage: Home Team marks the sixth book I’ve written for Siren, and I’ve experienced a few things…

So, aspiring author, you want to write an erotic romance (erorom)? That’s great! Just be prepared for the reaction when you tell someone about your chosen genre.

Eroroms aren’t only about sex. Never mind that an erorom needs the same elements that every other genre requires. You know: well-developed characters that readers like and want to succeed; a great plot; imaginative writing with appropriate editing. And yep, sex. Some folks will be wonderfully supportive of your genre choice. Others? Not so much. Let’s have fun and unpack the various reactions I’ve encountered.

The first suitcase belongs to a favorite group of mine – the family. Leading the way – my spousal unit. This long-suffering man not only reads each manuscript before it goes to the publisher, but he’s also incredibly encouraging. He waved my debut novel in the air and asked, “You think you’ll make any money?” (What? You were expecting “It’s the best romance I’ve ever read, hon?”)

My niece: This wonderful human being chose one of my books as the next read for her book club. Can’t beat that!

My MiL: Her only comment was, “You can’t recognize anyone from the family in her book, can you?” My offer to make that happen was ignored.

I guess you can’t win ‘em all.

Our next suitcase is filled with assumptions. (Note how the word ‘assumptions’ begins with ‘ass.’)

Some will speculate that you do what you write. It’s fine if your writing and your lifestyle synch up. Whether they do or not, however, do you really need the speculative look in someone’s eye, smirks, or weird pictures and friend requests on social media? You do not.

This, in my humble opinion, comes down to respect. If I wrote crime fiction about serial killers, how many people would stop me in the street and ask how it felt to strangle, chop, eviscerate, or otherwise dispose of someone? Hmmm?

And our final suitcase – denial. “I could never read THA-A-T.” Romance/Erotica generated 1.44 billion dollars (yeah, with a B) in sales. Somebody’s reading it!

My advice: If you want to write erotic romances, go for it. Write the best erorom you possibly can, and enjoy the ride!

Advantage: Home Team

Caveman's Creek Book 3

Blurb

Dominant Rick Sanders loves control. Piper Thomas hates rules. Deputy Jaxon Cooper wants to share Piper with Rick - as their forever woman. What could happen?

Buy Link https://www.bookstrand.com/book/advantage-home-team-mfm

Adult Excerpt

“Give me your hand. I’m going to tie you to the rope with these scarves. One good tug will free your arm if you get scared.”

Coop maneuvered her arm around the rope, and looped the scarf over both the rope and her wrist. Coop finished with a flourish and a big bow. After securing her other arm, he stepped back. “There,” He flicked the bow. “Comfy? It’s not too tight?”

Piper tugged at the scarves and realized she could slip her hands through the loops if necessary. “No, it’s good.” She grasped the arena’s braided cords to steady herself.

“Let your knees fall open to the sides, so I can tie them too,” Rick instructed. He held up two more scarves.

Piper gasped. If he tied her legs open, then her pussy would be on display. Everything would be on display. More than it already was. Horrified, she stared at Rick.

His right eyebrow lifted. “Babe.”

Coop lifted her hair and placed whispery kisses along her neck. He dropped to his knees behind her and cupped her breasts, bouncing them gently on his palms. He plucked her nipples with rough, calloused fingers.

She moaned in sheer bliss and let her knees fall open.

Rick drew his finger through her slit and held it up to show Coop and Piper. “I think our woman likes being tied and having her breasts played with. Don’t you honey?”

Coop pinched her nipples. “Answer Rick baby. Do you like what we’re doing?”

Piper groaned, “Yes. Oh yes.” She closed her eyes. The scarf slid under one knee and then the other. The silk whispered softly against her skin when Rick looped it over the rope and secured her leg against the course jute. The rope rasped against her knees when she tested the knots. The sensation, while scratchy, didn’t abrade her flesh.

Piper yelped in surprise when the tip of Rick’s tongue tickled her clit. He lightly flicked it, then circled the swollen bud. Piper’s core tensed and she pulled against the scarves holding her open. She moaned loudly when Rick’s tongue slid into her and he wriggled just the tip. Her juices soaked the rope she rested upon.

“I think our woman might be a screamer. What do you think Coop?”

“I bet she does scream when I play with this ass. Anyone ever take you there, sweetheart?”

Piper shook her head and barely got out a, “No.”

“Why not?” Rick asked.

Piper’s eyes filled with tears. “I felt dirty. For wanting to experiment. He never said ‘You’re a slut’ or anything. He always wore this tight-lipped, nose-scrunched, and eyes narrowed expression. Like when you step in something gross.”

Rick and Cooper exchanged a look.

Rick leaned forward and brushed her lips with his own. “It’s okay baby. No judgments here. Nothing that happens between the three of us is wrong, as long as we’re all enjoying it. It’s time our woman came.”

Cool air flowed over Piper’s back and she shivered. The ropes bounced when her weight shifted and she tried to look over her shoulder.

“No baby. Keep your eyes on me.” Rick caught Piper’s chin and held her head still. He kissed her chin, releasing it. “You’ll know soon enough what Coop’s doing back there.”

“Are you a screamer baby?” Coop asked, glancing toward the far wall. “I don’t want to wake the people in the apartment next door. Who knows, they might even call the police!”

“Jake will not appreciate that. Baby?” Rick winced when he envisioned the look on the sheriff’s face when he had to roll out on a midnight call to his deputy’s studio.

“I don’t think I’ll scream.” Piper let her gaze stray to their shared wall. “I – I don’t usually come so I don’t know.”

“Let’s be sure.” Rick stood and unbuckled his belt. He doubled it over and held it in front of Piper. “Open.” He waited for her to open her mouth, and slid the supple leather, warmed by his body, between her lips. “Bite down and don’t let go.”

“If you do, I’ll have to spank you.” Coop’s breath caressed her cheek, and he settled back down behind her.

Piper’s lips closed on the smooth leather. She inhaled, loving that Rick’s scent filled her lungs. She heard the rustle of something tearing open.

Rick’s thumbs pull her pussy lips apart and he lowered his head. She almost cried out when his lips closed around her clit, but caught herself in time. She bobbed in the ropes and struggled to arch her back in the hope of bringing her hips closer to his questing tongue.

Piper glanced down when Coop’s hand captured her breast and rolled her nipple. She thrashed and tried to stand up when Coop’s lube-coated fingers slipped between her ass cheeks and pressed against her tight puckered opening.

“Relax those muscles, baby. Breathe. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. That’s it. Let me into that ass. It’s gonna feel so good, I promise.” Coop kept up a slow, but steady, pressure against her anus. “Good girl,’ he soothed when his finger moved past the tight ring of muscle and penetrated her ass.

Nerve endings Piper didn’t know she had ignited. Her nostrils flared and she drew in a ragged breath, out of control for the first time. She flexed her legs, but the ropes only allowed her to bounce up and down, which only slid Coop’s finger deeper into her ass.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it?” his voice sounded in her ear. “Let’s try two fingers.”

About the Author

Pia Manning is the erotic romance author behind the new Caveman Creek series. She is married to a wonderful man. Rides herd on four cats and a big yellow dog, raises monarchs, and plays Clash of Clans. Not a morning person.

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