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Warm Days, Cool Nights and Hot Guys....
The Ramblings of a Sleep Deprived Romance Writer.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Friday Fun!! The talented LYNDA BAILEY!!
The Rougher Side of Romance
Huge
thanks to my gal-pal, Jenn, for hosting me today and for previewing my upcoming
release, On the Corner of Heartache and
Hopeful—KIRA.
So what do
you think the rougher side of romance means? If you answered BDSM, you’d be
right.
BDSM.
That’s bondage (and discipline), dominance (and submission), sadism and
masochism. (Got your attention, didn’t I? <G>)
I believe
it’s safe to assume that the recent rise in the popularity of this sub-genre of
romance can be directly attributed to the 50
Shades of Gray phenomenon. (I, myself, have never read the books.) Please understand,
though, that BDSM stories have been around for-e-ver.
Much longer than the Shades series.
In fact, years ago I read a submission for a national contest that had serious
BDSM elements. At the time I was shocked, and more than a bit intrigued.
<wink> If you’re a fan of Shades,
I would strongly encourage you to check out a few BDSM authors that I have
read. Delilah Devlin and Qwillia Rain.
As a
writer of erotic romance, it seemed a natural transition for me to broaden my
romantic horizons to include at least some aspects of BDSM into my stories. I
started with MIC, the first novella
in my Heartache and Hopeful series. (Available on Amazon. com. http://amzn.com/B009RE0JKG) Nothing too hot and heavy
happened—other than the sex, of course! But I did have a scene where Scott
fulfills Mic’s fantasy of being tied up while making love. In KIRA, I delved a bit deeper and gave my
heroine a spanking fetish. I plan to go deeper still (no pun intended—really!)
in my next novella, GRACE.
If I’ve
learned just one thing in my research of BDSM, it’s that you cannot make any
assumptions about this lifestyle or the people who live it. These folks are
just as committed to their partners, love just as deeply, hurt just as badly as
anyone else. Because I’m a non-participant in the lifestyle, I wanted to make damn sure my characters’ goals and
motivations were believable. The last thing I wanted was insult those who live
the BDSM life. Hopefully I came at least kinda close to accomplishing that
objective.
So what
do you think about BDSM? Does the idea titillate or repulse you? Share your
thoughts for the chance to win a $10 Amazon gift card.
Also
stop by my blog to read the first chapter of On the Corner of Heartache and Hopeful—KIRA. www.lyndabailey.net
Thanks
again to my BFF, Jenn, for having me here today!
BLURB:
Kira Grant, daughter of a
multi-mega millionaire, leaves her over-protective father—and her sizeable
heritance—for the simple life in Tatum, NE. She’s also leaving behind her
sordid urges. Or so she thought…
Hunter Rice has only one goal:
clear his name of doping charges and climb back into the ring where he belongs.
And if he has to “convince” some wealthy mogul’s daughter she should move back
home in order to reach that goal, so be it.
Lives, like streets, can run
parallel or they can cross. Sometimes those crossroads lead to heartache or
they lead to hope.
EXCERPT: (Please note! This is NOT a PG13 selection. Mature audience only.)
Hunter
leaned forward until he was an inch from her face. “And just what is going to
happen between us?”
In
answer, Kira unbelted her robe. It dropped to the floor. So did his jaw.
She did
indeed have on fishnet stockings that were attached to a black garter belt. She
also wore a black corset, ribbed with a shiny, purple fabric. Her breasts
strained against the purple lace edging the top of the corset with each of her
breathes. By the wisp of material barely concealing her mound, he doubted she
wore a thong. Had to be a g-string. Though Hunter had seen Kira buck naked,
this getup was damn near sexier than her being in her—altogether.
He said
nothing for a long time, not that he could talk. His tongue was glued to the
roof of his mouth and his mind was equally stuck. He just feasted on her
appearance. Over and over and over again. Thoughts, explicitly carnal thoughts
and lots of them, filled his head. And his dick.
Finally,
his gaze meandered back to hers. Uncertainty etched her features. He almost
regretted ogling her. Almost.
Hunter
swallowed twice then found his voice. “Okay. You’ve got my attention.” In more
ways than one as his erection pressed against his zipper. “Mind telling me what
the hell is going on?”
“This
is going on.” She walked to the bed and flung the blanket away from a corner.
Stepping
closer to see what she’d revealed, Hunter’s gut reeled and his stiff cock
hardened even further. There was a ping pong paddle and a wooden spoon, both
covered with what looked to be felt cloth. They reminded him of the BDSM toys
found at the back of sleazy men’s magazines. He rifled his gaze to hers. “You
are not spanking me with those
things.”
She
picked up the spoon and whacked it against her palm. The sound reverberated at
the base of his spine. “By staying, you agreed to do whatever I want,
remember?” Whack. “But relax.” Whack. Whack. “These aren’t for you.
They’re for me.”
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Friday Fun: Debut author JENNIE MARTS!!
Please help me welcome my friend, debut author, JENNIE MARTS! Jennie is here today with her hilarious novel -- the first in a series -- ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT AND I AIN'T GOT NO BODY :)
Jennie is offering 1 Free eBook to a lucky commentator so be sure to leave your email addy. This is a book you do not want to miss. Unless you hate laughing or enjoying a good read..... then you won't want it. LOL
Welcome, Jennie, and congrats on all your success so far with this novel!
*********
Hi,
my name is Jennie Marts and I am excited to share a little bit with you about
my recently released romantic comedy, Another Saturday Night and I Ain’t Got No
Body. My story features an ordinary school teacher named Sunny
Vale whose well-meaning friends decide to help her find her Mr. Right.
BLURB:
Sunny
considers herself a dog-loving, romance-reading, homebody. But her life goes
from dull to deadly when her book club fires her from her own love life and
sets her up on six blind dates- one of whom might be with a murderer. More
trouble arrives in the dead of night, in the form of Jake Landon, a mysterious
stranger, who breaks into her neighbor’s house and possibly her heart. But Jake
is packing more than a loaded gun in his well-fitting Levi’s. He brings an
arsenal of secrets and plenty of heat to Sunny’s ho-hum summer.
Jake Landon finds
himself caught up in the capers of the sexy blonde in the house next door. But
he has his own agenda which doesn’t involve playing hero to a curvy
second-grade teacher and babysitting her panty-puking puppy. He's got other problems
like fiery explosions, a missing person...and a parade of jerks Sunny insists
on dating.
Could
Sunny’s Mr. Right be right under her
nose? Even though Jake is gorgeous, likes her dog, and has abs she can crack an
egg on, can she really go out with him if he’s just murdered her next door
neighbor?
****
Today,
I am sharing with you a little inside scoop not available in the book. Let's take a peek into the small town of Pleasant
Valley, CO, where Janice Tuttlebaum, local reporter has just cornered Jake in
the coffee shop. The whole town is talking about Walter's disappearance and this
handsome stranger who has moved into Walter's home. Nobody's nosier than
Janice, except maybe Edna, Sunny's 80-year-old neighbor, friend and fellow book
club member. Edna has been suspicious of Jake from the start, ever since she
saw him sneaking around the night of the -- but I'm giving too much away.
I think Janice is trying to interview Jake now. She certainly has her chair pulled close enough to his to smell his aftershave or sneak a bite of his danish. Let's listen in.....
I think Janice is trying to interview Jake now. She certainly has her chair pulled close enough to his to smell his aftershave or sneak a bite of his danish. Let's listen in.....
“This is Janice
Tuttlebaum from the Pleasant Valley Times,” she says into a small handheld
recorder. She also has a steno pad on the table and is scribbling notes whiles
she talks. “I am here today interviewing Jake Landon, the witness who reported
our local townsmen, Walter Mead, missing. Jake, what do you know about Mr. Mead's
disappearance?”
Jake sighs and folds his
newspaper in half. “Not much. I expected him to be here when I arrived in town.
It's been several weeks and we really have no idea what happened to him.” He
takes a sip of his coffee, then turns the questions to Janice. “How well do you
know Walter? What can you tell me about him?”
“Well, he was just the
sweetest old man. He fixed my front gate last summer and wouldn't let me pay
him a thing. He said his only payment was to have me bake him one of my cherry
pies. My pies are prize winning at the county fair every summer. I mean,
er.....I will be conducting this interview, Mr. Landon.” Flustered by the
attention of this handsome rogue, Janice pats her chest and tries to take back
control of the interview. “Exactly what is your relationship with Walter,
er...Mr. Mead?”
Jake gives her a mischievous
grin. “I'd rather talk about this cherry pie of yours....”
A bell tinkles as the
front door opens, and in walks Edna, fanning herself from the summer heat.
"Whoo-ee, it's hotter than two rats -- What are you doing here, Mr. Froofroo
Coffee? Do you think you have enough whipped cream on that drink?”
Another sigh escapes Jake.
“I ran into Ms. Tuttlebaum here while I was getting my coffee, and she asked to
interview me for the local paper.”
“Why are you sitting so
close together?” Edna asks, as she squeezes a chair in between them. Fluffing
her hair, she turns to Janice. “Now, let me tell you, I have been neighbors
with Walter for almost twenty years, and I am telling you, I suspect foul play.
You work for the paper, what are you doing to find Walter?”
“Well, we...uh...we
certainly would cooperate or try to help....wait a minute....doesn't anyone
understand I am the reporter here. I ask the questions.”
“Geez, touchy.” Edna
turns to Jake. “What did you do to make her mad?”
“Nothing! I don’t even
know her. I was just sitting here drinking my coffee, trying to read the
paper...”
“Why is she all grouchy
then?” Edna asks in a not-so-subtle whisper.
Janice huffs. “I am most
certainly not grouchy. Now if you will excuse us, I was trying to conduct an
interview, Ms......?”
“Allen. That's with two L's.”
Edna looks pointedly at her steno pad, and gives her a conspiratorial wink. “In
case you want to quote me.”
The bell tinkles again
and Sunny marches in, eyes scanning the store for her neighbor. “Edna, what is
taking so long? I've been in the car for 10 minutes...... Oh, hi, Jake. What
are you doing here?”
“Evidently NOT drinking
coffee, OR reading the paper. I think I'll just take my coffee to go. Bye,
Sunny.” Jake nods his goodbye at the women. “See you around. Edna. Nice to meet
you, Janice.”
Janice and Sunny watch him walk out the door, both obviously appreciating the view.
Edna taps on the
reporter's notebook. “Alright Janice, now we can get down to the real story. If
you two could peel your eyes off the man's bum for a minute, I am telling you
this guy, Jake, is the real trouble. We don't know where he came from or what
he does. I think he's dangerous.”
Sunny scoffs. “Oh Edna,
you are always exaggerating! Don't start rumors.”
Janice, now all ears,
flips to a new page in her steno notepad, clicks her pen several times then
begins taking notes. “Now, Ms Allen, with two L's, you said. What exactly do
you mean by danger?”
“Well, now I've got your
attention. You might want to wipe that drool off your chin, Janice. Let me tell
you about this Jake character....”
“Alright, that's enough.”
Sunny says. “Sorry, we don't really know anything about the man.”
“Oh, she's just saying
that because she has the hotsie-totsie's for him! If you know what I mean,
Janice.” Edna winks at the reporter again, but Janice doesn’t notice as she
continues to write furiously.
“What? I do not! What
are you writing there?” Sunny cranes her neck to see Janice’s pad. “Quit
writing! Edna, I am leaving, so if you want a ride home, you better get your
hotsie-totsie out to the car! I don't even want coffee anymore!” She pulls on
Edna's purse strap while Edna is making 'call me' miming motions with her hand
up to her ear to Janice.
“I gotta go, Janice. But
mark my words, this guy might be booty-licious, but there is trouble brewing in
Pleasant Valley...”
Well, that’s a small
dose of life in Pleasant Valley. For more of the antics of Sunny and her pals,
the Pleasant Valley Page Turners, check out ‘Another Saturday Night and I Ain’t
Got No Body, available on Amazon.com in paperback and Kindle
editions.
I am often told that
Edna is a favorite character in my book, due to her fun and quirky personality.
I would love it if you left a comment about a favorite character you love, in
fiction or in real life, that makes you laugh just by thinking about them. Edna
is a composite character made up of several older women in my life, but
especially, my own grandmother, who always had me stitches. Thanks for stopping
by Jennifer’s blog.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Man Candy Monday 2012~
Wow!! The last Monday of 2012! Now you know I couldn't choose just 1 tasty morsel for such an occasion....Enjoy!
And Happy New Year!!!
And Happy New Year!!!
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