Guest Author: Avril Ashton

Hello everyone. Please welcome author Avril Ashton to my blog today. She will be talking about m/m erotic romance. And of course, I asked  a few naughty questions in this interview.

AR: Tell me a little about this naughty little story of yours. 

AA: Readers met Wes and Jayce in MAKE ME SWEAT, and immediately clamored for their story. The two men had only one scene together, but they blew it out of the park. I had to write their story, although it took a while and about three rewrites of the first few chapters to get it just right.

AR: This is m/m, correct? Tell me about your hero, Wes. What are his fetishes? What would he do, or wouldn't do, in the bedroom? 

AA: Wes is a quiet type, a computer hacker who's gone legit. Still, he's got a wicked sense of humor and a filthy mind. He'll do just about anything I think, with the man he loved. He gets to experience something sexually for the first time with Jayce and it was fun to write his reaction. Wes is down for anything.

AR: Wes sounds super hot! What about your other hero, Jayce? What are his fetishes? What would he do or wouldn't do in the bedroom? 

AA: Well, Jayce is downright filthy in the bedroom. Nothing is off limits. He's an FBI agent, full of secrets and anger and resentment for feeling what he does for Wes. He's a little bit of a cum slut, and a switch.

AR: Damn, he sounds even hotter! Is it hard or easy for you to write m/m? How does it differ from writing m/f? 

AA: Surprisingly, no, it's not hard to write. Everything flows just as the straight stuff, the difference is all those he/his in the story. Trying to use other words besides cock are hard, though. I hate penis--a word that has no place in my writing, and dick, well, kinda played out. A lot of cock was used in the making of MAKE ME BURN...Other than that, piece of cake.

AR: Have you done any research on writing m/m? 

AA: Well, I loves me some porn. And I really love the variety of books out there in the MM sub genre. There are some extremely talented authors out there who just do it right, IMO. Also, anal sex is fun!

AR: What was your favorite scene in this book? 

AA: Gosh, there were so many moments that I just loved. I think it's a toss up between when Jayce first returns to town and breaks into Wes' house and um, kinda stakes his claim (part of that is the excerpt posted) and when Wes turns the tables on Jayce, giving him a BJ with a surprise ending. LOL

AR: What is the sexiest thing a man can do to another man? To a woman? 

AA: A good fuck is always the ticket. Man on man, or man on woman. Nothing beats a good railing, one that you can feel days afterwards and still blush over. Flowers and candy, bubble baths, they're all nice, but gimme some hot sex any day. The ultimate, I think, is giving your lover pleasure without any thought to yourself.

AR: Bonus Q: If you walked in on two men doing it, would you watch? 

AA: HELL YEAH! I'm a voyeur. I'd pop some corn, pull up a chair, and watch.

AR: Haha! You pop the corn, and I'll bring the margaritas. 

MAKE ME BURN

BLURB

It’s been months since Wes Dumont laid eyes on Jayce Santana. Since Jayce kissed him and then left town without a word. Wes tried hard to put the tattered pieces of his heart back together, but another failed relationship makes it clear he’s nowhere near over Jayce. Now Jayce is back, once again tilting Wes’ world on its axis and setting his blood boiling. All the anger and resentment doesn’t hide the hunger, but Wes has been burned before and he’s grown wary of Jayce’s intentions.

 Jayce has been running, from Wes and himself, denying the future he sees in the depths of Wes’ eyes. His past still haunts him, but he’s back, ready to fight. Ready to claim Wes the way he should have. Only Wes isn’t making things easy. Both men just may go up in flames before Jayce convinces Wes he’s playing for keeps.

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Excerpt

Wes hopped out the cab, shoulders hunched as he fished his keys out his pocket. Behind him, the driver sped off, burning rubber. He hurried up the driveway, looking forward to an evening spent in a hot bath since he had the house to himself.

Even though his best friend, Ever, hadn’t officially moved in with her man, Simon, she spent most of her time over at his house. After years of it being only the two of them, Wes actually liked the peace and quiet of his suddenly mundane life.

He unlocked the door and stepped inside, flicking on the light as he kicked the door closed. “Freaking cold.” No matter how long he lived in The Windy City he’d always complain about the brick weather. “Freezing my nips off out there.”

“Is that so?”

Wes stumbled backward, crashing into the closed doorway with a stifled scream. His heart pounded like a thousand drums in his ear as he clasped a hand to his throat. “What the fuck?”

“Hello, Wes.” The tone of those two words matched the mockery in the stormy gray eyes perfectly. Seated in Wes’ favorite chair repositioned to face the front door, swathed in black, Jayce Santana watched him with a smirk on those way-too-memorable lips and a gun on his lap. His hair was longer. The scruffy beard and cut above his left eye was new, but nothing else about that cowardly bastard had changed.

Not even Wes’ body’s reaction to him.

“Get out.” His voice shook, so Wes tried again. Louder. Clearer. With more conviction. “Get the fuck out of my house, now.”

Jayce barked a laugh that didn’t reach anywhere near his eyes. “No.”

“You son of a bitch!” Wes advanced on him with angry steps. “You have no right. None. This is my house and if you don’t leave I’m calling the cops.” Six months. One fleeting taste of heaven and his body still hardened in remembrance.

Jayce leaped out the chair at the mention of the cops, stalking Wes with the gun in his hand. Wes braked, fists clenching and unclenching. He didn’t think Jayce would shoot him, but he wasn’t taking any chances. Hard, gray eyes pinned him in place and Jayce stood inches away.

His musk of heat and the hint of a woodsy cologne reached out and touched Wes in his throbbing groin.

He shifted. Jayce grinned.

Bastard.

“You’re spreading them for the rich boy, huh?”

Wes flinched at the icy accusation. How dare that bastard show up after all this time and accuse him—an icy retort formed on the tip of his tongue, but Wes swallowed it. Jayce wanted that reaction, he wanted anger, but Wes wouldn’t deliver.

He kept his tone even. “I happen to be a single man, Mr. Santana. I can spread them for whomever I want. At any time.”

Fire practically crackled and popped in Jayce’s eyes. Violence swirled in the air around them as Jayce growled.  “Does Scotto know you’re a single man? From what I saw tonight he’s not as through with you as you are with him.”

Shock ran through Wes. “You were spying on us? On me?” He gaped up into those cold eyes. “Son of a—”

“You used that one already.” Jayce winked. “Try something else.”

“Why are you here, Jayce?” Wes’ body vibrated with the anger he struggled to contain. “Why the fuck did you come back here?”

“How long have you been fucking Scotto?” Jayce grabbed his arm, barraging him with harsh questions. “How long has he been feeling your skin on his? Hearing those sexy cries you make?”

“Are you serious?” Wes yanked his hand away. “Do you own me?” he shouted. “You have no fucking claims on me. You left—” He broke off at the gathering darkness in Jayce’s gaze. “What Dominic gets and for low long doesn’t concern you.” Turning away, he walked over to the door and opened it. “Please leave.”

“The fuck I will.” Jayce launched himself at Wes, grabbing him by the throat. Wes struggled, clawing at Jayce’s arms as he kicked the door shut and turned them until Jayce was backed into the door.

Jayce yanked him closer, Wes’ back against his chest, and sank his fingers into Wes’ hair to hold him still.

“How long?” Jayce’s scalding breath singed the side of Wes’ neck as he spoke against his skin. “Does Scotto know about you and me? Does he know I’m the one who ruined you for him and all men?”

Bastard was so full of himself. Wes remained quiet and ceased his struggles. He could breathe since Jayce’s hold wasn’t too tight. But his chest heaved and his groin throbbed like a mother. He hated how he responded to the slightest touch from Jayce.

Jayce shifted, pressing his hard cock into Wes jean-covered ass. A whimper swelled in Wes throat and he froze, else he’d be pushing back on that erection.

“You can’t show up six months later and expect to pick up where you left off.” Wes sounded out of breath as he tried to distract himself and Jayce. “Things change, Jayce. Please.”

Jayce dragged his hand down Wes’ chest and cupped his groin.

Wes trembled.

“Some things change, Wes. And some stay the same.”

BIO

l always wanted to have a sexy bio, one to reflect who I am, but after drawing a blank, l could only come up with: I eat cake and I read books…ooh, and I write ‘em too. No one liked it and after massive peer-pressure and pouting, I managed something more…suitable?

A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y with a tolerant Spousal Equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of The Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother  

Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.

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Guest Author: London St. James

Welcome London to my blog. She's the author of a very intriguing series that you all must read! Today, I get to sit down with London and pick her brain.

1.    AR: Tell me about this series, how did it come about?

LSJ: Well, I had this idea about a girl who didn’t have time for men.  She had a skewed view of love due to her own parent’s horrible marriage.  As well she has a skewed view of herself.  We see her insecurities, her hopes, her heart, and her need to want to believe in love. 

The first book starts to tell Winter’s story when she’s in college.  She meets the perfect man when she wasn’t looking, and finds Austin to be what she never believed in— her soul mate.  The rest of the books take you on a journey of Winter’s life, loss, love, all told through her point of view.  There are some surprising twists along the way which takes this contemporary romantic series into more of a paranormal light. 

When I sat down to write Winter’s story, it just flowed, and kept on flowing.  So it ended up being one very LARGE book.  When I decided to submit my work to Evernight, I needed to break up the work, and it ended up a 4-book continuing series called The Heart Of Winter.  Enchanted, book 1.  Requiem, book 2.  Revelation, book 3, and the completion of the series which is set for release March 21^st is, Eternal.

2.     AR: Who is your heroine and what are some of the conflicts she faces?

     LSJ: My heroine is Winter Shae Perri.  A small town girl from a rural farming community in Colorado, who takes a huge step by leaving home and going to college in the Big Apple.  She has to face her fears and insecurities, and allow the perfect man (Austin) to love her.  As the series moves on she faces the ultimate loss the night before her wedding to Austin.  Her fairy tale has been shattered in a car crash which takes Austin from her.  Years later the recluse romance writer, Winter Wells (her pen name) finds the reemergence of a love that she thought was long gone.  But when her long lost love makes a startling appearance in the form of a Hollywood mega star named Cayden Cain, she can’t deny the pull nor the fact he’s a carbon copy of Austin.  From here, she faces more conflicts than you can shake a stick at.

3.     AR: Who is the hero and what conflicts does he face?

LSJ: Austin Wells Carlyle is the hero.  His major conflict; trying to get the girl he instantly fell in love with to fall in love with him.  The problem, just when he gets what he wants, and he and Winter are on their way to get married, his life is taken.  Can love conquer death? We find Austin again through the appearance of Cayden Cain.  Strangely, Cayden’s been searching for a woman named Winter, who’s been haunting his dreams since he was a child.  When he finds Winter, he has every intention of holding on to her, even if that means he must lie and sneak around to keep her safe from his life which is like living in a fish bowl.  You see, he’s a Hollywood star, who took up where Austin’s career/life left off.  In fact, his whole life has been strange.  And the only thing Cayden has ever wanted—The woman called, Winter.

4.     AR: Where did you get the idea for this series? Who or what was your inspiration?

LSJ: Truly, I’m not real sure how the idea came, other than I wanted to tell the story of a girl who fell in love despite her disbelief in love.  From there the characters took the lead, and the story told itself.  My main inspiration was the idea of true love, soul mates, and can two people love each other so much that nothing can keep them apart.  Not even death.

5.     AR: As a reader, what kind of books do you like to read?

LSJ: I love to read romance of many types whether it is considered erotic, contemporary, paranormal, etc…  I love paranormal, sci-fi, historical, classics.  I suppose I love to read, and I’m not stuck in one genre.  Eclectic might be the word when it comes to what I like to read.

Note: Eternal is the final in a 4-book continuing series, The Heart Of Winter.  Best if read in order.

Eternal Blurb:

Romance writer Winter Wells has found her new life with Hollywood Hottie, Cayden Cain, a blessing and a curse.  He is the blessing.  His career is the curse.  Involved in an unprecedented web of strange events, and wound in a string of lies about to break with devastating consequences, Winter must battle ghosts from her past that threaten to harm Cayden.  Faced with a choice she always knew would be inevitable, can the fairy tale of their relationship beat out the odds of their reality and really come true?

Eternal Excerpt:

Wednesday evening had arrived, and I was standing on the balcony of my bedroom when it started to rain. I lifted my chin to the heavens, toward the dark night sky, and the cold drops hit my face, cheeks, lips, and hair. It didn’t take long before I was soaking wet. The ivory long sleeve shirt I wore was plastered to me, and my jeans were beginning to soak through, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was Cayden. How could I ever live without him?

“Winter!”

In the distance of my mind, I heard Cayden’s voice calling out to me.

“What are you doing?” he asked. “Winter. It’s too cold. You are going to get sick.” Cayden’s arms encased me. He pulled me from the rain, into the warmth of the bedroom. He let loose of me and almost sprinted into the bathroom. I saw him pull one of the large fluffy white towels from the cabinet. He turned with a sense of urgency, and immediately came back to me. “What are you thinking?” Once he reached me, he unbuttoned my shirt, peeled it from my wet skin, and threw the soaked garment to the floor. Cayden whipped the towel out. It made a snapping sound before he wrapped the dry warm towel around me. “Winter, baby?”

Cayden stared at me. The expression upon his face, one of pain. He rubbed my arms with his hands as if the friction would warm the coldness I felt in my heart. It hit me. I wasn’t speaking.

“Sorry,” I said.

“Love, what were you doing standing in the cold rain?” He glanced down at my feet. “And you don’t have on any shoes.”

“I don’t know. I was just thinking. I guess I stopped paying attention.”

“Take those wet jeans off, too,” he instructed before he headed back into the bathroom for another towel.

I shed the jeans and left them in a wet lump in the middle of the floor.

“I love you,” I said when he came back.

He threw a new towel over my hair and started to rub it dry. “I love you, too. Tell me what is wrong?”

I placed my face to his chest, burying away my pain and taking in the scent of him. “Nothing is wrong.”

“Winter, tell me,” he pressed.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. I go a little crazy when you’re gone, but you are home now. We are together. That’s all that matters.”

“I have missed you,” he said. Cayden’s arms circled my waist and he picked me up from the floor. My feet dangled. “Do you know how much I hate to be away from you?”

“I know how much I hate being away from you.”

The towels fell to the carpet when I draped my arms around his strong neck and my legs around his perfectly tight waist, hooking my ankles behind his back. Cayden laughed his low musical laugh and brushed his nose into my hair. “I love how your hair smells. It’s like flowers and fruit, peaches.”

“I have missed you so much, Cayden.” I kissed him. It was a long time before I released him from my kiss.

Cayden’s eyes, silver-gray, flashed. “I think maybe you did miss me. But never bet it is as much as I have missed you,” he assured with his brilliant bright white smile.

I shivered. Whether from his eyes, words or touch I do not know, but probably from the combination of all of them.

“Cayden, make love to me.”

“You’re still cold,” he said. “Come on.” He carried me into the bathroom.

“I don’t care how cold I am. Please, make love to me.”

Cayden put me down. My bare feet felt the cool tiles beneath them. Cayden walked over to the stereo. He pulled back the glass wall panel and turned it on. He bent down, took off his black Adidas, and stripped off his socks. He placed them inside his shoes. With an underhanded toss, he threw the shoes out the bathroom door. They made a dull thud on the carpet in the other room when they landed.

There I stood. In the middle of the bathroom in my bra and panties, my hair tangled and wet, goose bumps covering my skin, mascara running down my cheeks, and probably looking pathetic, but I could not keep my eyes from Cayden. He turned on the steam and hot water in the shower. Placed his hands under the stream of water that was shooting down from overhead. He turned around, smiled tenderly, and closed the glass doors. The water hit the glass of the shower and mixed into the sound of the rain that pelted the roof. Everything melted into the music that played, becoming a symphony of rain.

“Please,” I said.

Cayden looked at me intently. He raked his penetrating gaze over my body. “I have every intention of making love to you, but I need to get you warm first.” His fingertips traced down my cheek, over the surface of my lips, down my throat then over my right shoulder. The warm water that was still on his hands trickled over the surface of my skin in every place he touched me. I trembled with his touch. Softly, he rubbed the mascara smudges from my cheeks.

“Cayden…,” I whispered.

“You are so utterly beautiful.” His lips skimmed over my shoulder, and his fingers made their way to the front of my bra. “I can't believe how beautiful you are.” With dexterous skill, he unhooked the golden clasp, sending my bra sliding down the surface of my skin until it hit the tiled floor at my feet.

“Cayden, I need you,” I murmured against his chest.

“Baby,” he whispered against my neck. “You have me. You know I’m yours.”

Throwing myself into him, I wrapped my arms around his neck; my mouth frantically searched for his lips. We kissed with an aching in my soul. I wanted every part of Cayden to touch me. Needed to feel the exquisite sensation of his warm skin upon mine. Desperation surged through me. My hands slid down his shirt. Gripped it. Ripped the buttons free and exposed his flesh. The buttons bounced and tapped across the tiled floor. One pinged off the glass of the shower door. My anxious fingers explored the length of his stomach until I came to his jeans. I unbuttoned them, allowing my right hand to drift lower. Cayden was fevered and firm inside my hand.

Cayden picked me up again, his lips eager against mine, his mouth moving with my mouth as his breath, warm in my mouth, found its place. Cayden’s tongue tangled deeply with mine. He never let loose of my body, shedding his jeans by stepping on the bottom edge of his right pant leg, yanking his legs free.

“Cayden,” I moaned. I stroked his manhood. “I need you so much.”

“God,” he groaned.

Cayden fondled my waist, outlining the top of my panties with his fingers. He brushed so lightly over the canvas of my skin that it sent shivers over my entire body. His hand rested for a moment on my hip before tucking fingers into the top of my waistband. Cayden grabbed the material firmly.

“Do it,” I said, placing my mouth to his.

Author Pages:

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/London-Saint-James.html

http://www.amazon.com/London-Saint-James/e/B005I7KJWY/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/london-saint-james

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=London+Saint+James

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http://1placeforromance.com/index.php?searchMe=London+Saint+James&column=author&_a=viewCat

http://www.manicreaders.com/LondonSaintJames/

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Email: London@londonsaintjames.com

It's All About the Benjamins, Baby

Yeah, I'm referencing a hot rap song for this post. This song is old given how fast music changes but it's so much better then some of the crap being put out there now-a-days.

Speaking about money, I got a new part-time weekend gig. I went back to waiting tables and started this past weekend. I recognized a lot of people at this restaurant, many customers from my past jobs. It was nice to catch up with them and see how they are all doing now-a-days. Right now, I'm still in training so I'm not making any tips, but I really hope they put me on the flood soon so I could make money.

Besides the new job, I'm making money with Virgins Behaving Badly. This little anthology has become an instant bestseller. It released on Friday and by Saturday it was already at the #3 spot at Bookstrands.com anthology list. This morning, it's in the #1 spot. And it's a bestseller at All Romance eBooks as well! I'm really happy at how fast this book is going up there.

So how are you all doing?

It's OUT!

VIRGINS BEHAVING BADLY  is now available to buy!!

Buy it here: EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING
Or here: AMAZON

They may be virgins, but they're ready to fulfill all their fantasies… 

Who says the first time can't include cuffs, ménage, or a spanking? 

Get ready to fan the flames of desire with this collection of nine erotic tales from Evernight Publishing. 

LITTLE MISS FRIGID KNICKERS by Doris O'Connor: 
When the object of his every lust filled fantasy walks into his BDSM club, dressed as a sub, there is only one thing James Whitley can do - claim her as his own. She may be called Frigid Knickers in the office, but Summer is anything but and he is just the man to show her.. 

HER SEDUCTION by Alyssa Fox: 
Laura Cox has been in love with her brother’s best friend Bailey Johnson since high school, but has kept her feelings to herself. Now that she’s finished with college and has moved back home with her brother, she’s got a plan. She’s never had sex, and she plans on changing that by seducing him into teaching her about being a submissive. The thing she never counted on was that he's playing for keeps. 

BE MY FIRST by Angelina Rain (M/F, M/F/M/M/M/M/M) 
Emily Wills promised to give her virginity to her fiance on their wedding night, but when she walked in on him playing hide the sausage with another woman, that plan changed. When her identical twin sister is invited to a sex party she couldn't attend, Emily goes in her place. Now she has six men trying to be her first. Will it be one of those hunky strangers, or will lucky number seven take her for himself? 

EDUCATING SEAN by Carolyn Rosewood (M/F/M menage): 
Annalise Ridell has been best friends with Cord Richardson and Sean Riley since grade school. When the three vacation together in New Orleans to celebrate earning their graduate degrees, Lise's secret fantasy of making love to both her best friends becomes reality, but not before Sean reveals he's still a virgin. 

As Lise enjoys showing Sean the many ways to please her body, with Cord joining in the fun, she realizes the feelings she has for her two sexy best friends goes way deeper than mere affection, and has for a long time. When they both reveal they've harbored similar feelings for her, Lise wonders if it's just The Big Easy talking, or if they'll still feel that way once they return home. 

HAWK'S WOMAN by Lorraine Nelson: 
Tabitha Meadows, a member of Boston's elite, elopes with her boyfriend, only plans change when he absconds with her money. The conductor throws her off the train at the next stop. With no money and unwilling to face the scandal in returning home, she meets Brody Hawkins (Hawk) and takes a job as entertainer in his saloon. The handsome cowboy draws her fire and her passion as no one before. Does her virginity stand a chance of surviving his charms? 

Hawk isn't looking for a woman, especially one as innocent as Tabitha, but he finds himself drawn to her just the same. He should be a gentleman and buy her a ticket east on the morning train, but he wants her in his bed. Could he convince her to stay?

Odds and Ends

Hello everyone! How are you all?

I wanted to inform you that if you haven't visited Monday's post, please do. You could learn more about my writing as well as enter to win a free copy of Virgins Behaving Badly which releases March 16th. Here's the link to Monday's post: LINK

Don't forget to check out the pretty little graphic at the top of the post for Monday. I made that little banner.

In other writerly news, if I haven't told you already, when I would like to inform you that Intimate Healing, my contemporary romance will be coming out with a new title. The new name of my books is Rescued Love.

It's been really nice here in Chicago over the last week. It's usually sunny and in the upper 60's or lower 70's. Today, we are expected to set a record by climbing up to 77. Sucks that I have to work and can't really enjoy it.

I learned that my divorce will go through and be official on April 5th.

What's new with all of you? How's the weather?

I Was a Virgin Once

This Friday is the release day for VIRGINS BEHAVING BADLY, the anthology which includes my short story, BE MY FIRST. To celebrate, all of us "Virgin" authors are sharing stories of our first time.

Wait! Wipe that smirk off your face. I didn't mean that first time. No, this is the first time writing a sex scene.

I wrote my first sex scene when I *gasp* was still an actual virgin. It was back in high school when I was addicted to General Hospital (a soap opera) and I wanted to try my hands at fan fiction writing.

I recently dug up my first sex scene and let me tell you, I learned a lot from it.

First, virgins should not be allowed to write about sex. Two, girls in high school shouldn't be allowed to write about sex. Three, girls who fall asleep through English class should not be allowed to write, period.

Yes, it was that bad. Don't believe me? Read this little niblet. How many times do you think I could use the word "down" in one paragraph? Lets count!

She positioned herself more comfortably on the bed as Jason removed her shirt and started kissing her on the neck. Working his way down to her bra, he lifted her up and undid it. The bra fell lower and she simply grabbed it and tossed it on the floor. Jason started kissing the area in between her breasts. He worked his way down again. He placed his right hand on her shoulder and worked his way down. When he reached her breast, he placed his hand on it and continued kissing down, towards her navel. His hand lid down again, down to her side and simply down. 

Told you it was bad! Do you think I should get extra points for using "down" three times in one sentence? 

I learned a lot since that vomit fest. I could actually write a sex scene that gets published now. Here's a short excerpt from BE MY FIRST:

His hands gripped her hips. His lips crashed over hers. Fireworks exploded inside her head as he breathed into her mouth. Their tongues danced with each other, a sultry dance of passion and need. When he pulled away, his breath came out in a harsh rush, as though letting go of her had been painfully hard. “Let me be your first.” His lips lingered over hers before he claimed her mouth once more. The towel slipped off her body and pooled at her feet.

“Please,” she whispered against his lips. “Be my first.”

He wrapped one arm around her waist. Swooping her up into his clutches, he carried her out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. He laid her body softly on the black bedspread. The silky fabric appeared cold on her skin, cooling her flushed body, temporarily.

Positioning her for his feasting, he spread her legs. His hands raced up and down her thighs as his head dipped toward her center. The instant his tongue lashed against her clit, her back arched to allow more pleasure.

Licking her core, his tongue dancing seductive circles around her clit.

“Ah.” The moan escaped her lips and rang through the room. Her skin tingled. Heat raced over her body as hot liquid spilled inside her cunt.

She bent forward and reached for him, trying to pull him up. “I want to feel you.”

He lifted his head. “And you will.”

See, much better. 


So this was my story of the first sex scene I ever wrote. Now go check out some of other "Virgin" authors. 


Stacey Espino, Doris O'Connor, Alyssa Fox, Raven McAllan, Carolyn Rosewood, and Lorraine Nelson!


Want to win a free copy of VIRGINS BEHAVING BADLY? All you have to do is blog, facebook, and/or tweet the release of VIRGINS from now until Friday, leaving the link to Evernight's coming soon page: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/pages/Coming-Soon.html. Post the link to your blog, facebook, or tweet in the comments to be entered to win. Each author will choose one winner on Friday! Good luck! 


 

Trying Something New

I did something different. I've been writing and suffering with one of my WIP's for a while now. I don't know why this particular WIP is so hard for me. Is it because I'm writing a genre I've never written before? Or is there something seriously wrong with this story?

I've never let anyone read my work until it's actually published, but now, I did something new. I found a few beta readers to read my WIP. I wanted to know if the storyline makes sense and if it draws the reader in.

One of my betas already got back to me with her impressions of the story. It's in a genre she normally doesn't read and I managed to pull her in. Yay for me! This beta is not only a published author but she's also an editor, so she pointed out a few things that will help me when editing it before subbing. It's great to get an editor's perspective on this.

My first beta experience wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. Not only did I learn some of my writing flaws, but I also got my writing confidence back. I can tackle this WIP!

Have you ever given your work to crit partners or beta readers? Does it help you?

The Slow Grip of Insanity

Don't you just love this post's title? It sounds so much better then "I'm having creepy dreams that are driving me insane" don't you think?

Speaking of dreams, they have been coming to me often, and they are all so similar. Lately, I'm been dreaming a lot about The Mistake (this is the new nickname for my ex-husband). I stopped thinking about him during the day. I haven't seen him since the week before Christmas. So why is he haunting my nights?

My mother, who is very superstitious, says that when you dream about someone, it means that person is thinking about you, or has been thinking about you lately. If that's the case, I really wish The Mistake would stop.

You see, those dreams started right after New Years. The first five or so of those dreams were very similar. In each of them, I went to see him. In one I went there to sign the divorce papers, while in another I went there to see how he's doing. There was a dream where he had a plane crash and I went to see if he's okay. And yet another where I broke into his house to steel something. In each of those dreams, he was so happy to see me, that he promised to change if only I took him back. And I did. And I felt miserable.

I would wake with that daunting feeling of regret and misery eating at me, until reality would come back and I would realize it was just a dream. A creepy dream.

But then, they started to change. I went to see him or meet up with him, but he wasn't there.

And then, the most beautiful thing happened. I would wake up knowing I dreamt of him, but I wouldn't remember the actual dream. No more haunting images from those dark and scary nights. And then, for what seemed like weeks, I stopped dreaming about him altogether. Oh happy day! Come on, sing with me. Oh, happy day!!!

Sadly, those dreamless nights were short lived and I dreamt of him again. This time, I was playing in the yard with Joey when he drove by with his friends, opened the gate, and stole my baby from me. I woke in a cold sweat, happy to see Joey sleeping next to me, wagging his tail happily.

Now I wonder, will those dreams ever leave me alone? Have you ever had dreams that haunted you?

Review: A Tragedy

I don't normally post book reviews on my blog. That is what goodreads is for. However, I recently read a book that I was so impressed with that I had to share it here.

What is so impressive about this book?

It's a tragedy. I love tragedies, but most publishers shy away from publishing those. I've loved tragedies ever since I read Macbeth and Dr Faustus. Those are, to this day, my favorite tragedies. There is something special about those books, the way they portray the characters' sins and how they slowly have to pay for them. In Dr Faustus, the doctor descends into hell for his sins, while in Macbeth, Lady Macbeth slowly goes insane.

In this new book by this new author, the characters too pay for their sins, in very realistic ways.  Read below the read the review.

When I read the blurb to this story, I really wasn’t expecting anything great. I mean, how good could a story about adultery and confession be? 

It could be AMAZING! 

For years, I’ve been wishing to find an author who would push the boundaries and write something controversial. I’ve searched for a story of deep, realistic emotion and a tragic ending. Ever since I’ve read Shakespeak’s Macbeth back in high school, I’ve wanted to find something as dark. I found it in Sinful Urges. 

The entire short story takes place in the priest’s point of view as he has to listen to Juan and Maria share their sinful story. A story that started with just innocent lust and ended with guilt and obsession. The Father tries to talk them out of their sinful attraction, but with each confession, the story gets deeper and darker. As the pages turned, I got into Juan and Maria’s heads, and then was taken to the point of no return. 

The author portrayed adultery so realistically that I was absolutely amazed. Someone always ends up getting hurt, and there are all kinds of emotions in the mix. She pulled out those emotions to the surface by having the reader get into those characters heads. 

As this short story came to an end, I found my mouth gaping open as shock settled over me and the word “Wow” slowly dripped from my mouth. Really, the ending blew my mind. 

This is not a story of romance. It doesn’t have a happily ever after. Sinful Urges takes us back to the days when tragedy was popular, and honestly, I used to love tragedy. I loved Shakespear and Marlow. I’m been so disappointed lately that tragedy wasn’t so well loved anymore. I’m glad to have found an author who has the guts to bring this dark genre back. 

I don’t normally recommend books but this one is coming highly recommended from me. 

I want more of this kind of darkness and tragedy. I want more guilt and obsession. I want another book from this author!