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What I’m Working On…

by Lucy Felthouse

The Colosseum, Rome

The Colosseum, Rome, photo taken by Lucy Felthouse.

I’m quite often working on more than one piece of writing at a time, and at the moment, it’s no exception. To start with I was working on a short story for a call for submissions. I got a tad stuck on it, so then I started writing the next book in my EC For Men series, A Taste of Rome. Then, randomly, I decided to start something for another call for submissions. In a way, working on several pieces helps because if I get stuck on one piece, I can jump around, and, as long as I’m writing something, it’s all good. However, it can also be bad when I have deadlines, because I might get hooked on something that doesn’t have a deadline, or a later deadline, when really, I need to work on the one that needs finishing first. Somehow, I juggle everything so that I don’t miss deadlines, but I do scare myself sometimes!

The things I’m working on are all pretty different. Piece number one is a D/s, older man/younger man piece which I haven’t planned, I’ve just written and surprised myself with what was coming out. Piece number two is, as I mentioned, A Taste of Rome, where my gap-year boys are travelling the world before heading to University. Their current antics, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, are in Rome. Piece number three is another m/m for a call for submissions with a military theme – my favourite!

So, with all my juggling, only time will tell if I finish all three pieces in time… watch this space 🙂

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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women’s Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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My Luscious Cherry Got Popped!

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Hello all you naughty 69ers. It’s that crazy chick, Mia, again. And boy oh boy, do I have a treat for you. I’m doing something I’ve never done before. I’m letting my characters turn the tables on me. Yep, you know what that means—the three heroes of my next release are going to interview me! Why, you ask? Well, I think they deserve it. After all, they put up with my shenanigans as I popped my Luscious cherry in their book, Luscious Beginnings. So grab a bag of popcorn and a king-sized drink. And don’t forget your camera because blackmail à la Mia is coming your way…

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As I enter The Luscious Lady, I sweep my eyes around the bar in search of three sizzling hot men. It doesn’t take me a second to locate the three broad backs facing away from me at a table in the furthest corner away from the door. Grumbling, I make my way across the hardwood floor and join Brett, Sam, and Ethan at the table.

Mia: (grumbles) “You bastards would put me in the corner for this interrogation—oops, I mean interview.”

Sam: (flashes an angelic smile) “I told them not to, but Brett and Ethan insisted.” (angelic smile turns sinister) “And you know how persuasive they can be.”

Mia: “Meaning you sold me out to get laid.”

Sam: (shrugs) “I love you, Mia. Really, I do. But a man has needs…”

Brett: (snorts) “He’s full of shit, Mia.”

Mia: “I know. Boy gets laid more than anyone has a right to.”

Sam: (winks) “Jealous, much?”

Mia: (barks a laugh) “Ha! Between my hubby and writing you three, I’m perfectly satisfied. Thank you very much.”

Ethan: “Speaking of you…”

Mia: (cringes) “Yes?”

Ethan: “We have some questions for you.”

Mia: (groans) “Did you three make a list?”

Brett: (raises eyebrows) “What do you think?”

Mia: “That would be a no.

Sam: “Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner.”

Mia: (chuckles) “Does that mean I get a prize?”

Brett: “Depends on what it is.”

Mia: “Spoilsport.”

Ethan: “Nah, Brett’s just smart enough to know what you’d do if we gave you a prize.”

Mia: “I’d get to watch you three have wild monkey sex?”

Brett: (shakes his head) “You would try to wiggle your way out of this interview.”

Mia: (tosses her hair over her shoulder indignantly) “I know not what you speak of.”

Sam: (cough) “Bullshit.” (cough)

Mia: “Bite me.”

Sam: “Where?”

Ethan: “Guys! We haven’t even started, and we’re off topic.”

Mia: (mumbles) “Brett’s not the only spoilsport around here.”

Ethan: “Someone has to be.”

Sam: “Normally, it’s Brett’s job to keep us corralled. But he’s got a soft spot for you. He’s likely to let you slide.”

Mia: (blushes) “Aww!”

Brett: (gives Sam the evil eye)

Ethan: (clears his throat) “So…our book is about three men.”

Mia: (nods) “Yes.”

Ethan: “What was it like writing a book without a woman in the middle of the man-sandwich?”

Sam: (chuckles) “Ooh, I want to know all about Mia popping her MMM cherry.”

Mia: (sticks her tongue out at Sam) “Pervert.”

Sam: “Hell yeah!”

Ethan: “Mia…”

Mia: “It wasn’t what I expected.”

Ethan: “How so?”

Mia: “Well, I don’t have the same equipment as you three.”

Sam: (grins crookedly) “You don’t? I never would have guessed.”

Mia: “Bite my ass.”

Brett: (groans) “You shouldn’t have said that. He totally will.”

Mia: “I’m so not scared of him.”

Sam: “You should be. Behind my good looks, I’m mean and scary.”

Mia: (chokes on her laugh)

Ethan: “Can we get into Sam’s evil twin later?”

Sam: “You want in my evil twin?”

Ethan: “Damn it, I don’t want to be the hard ass anymore. He’s just giving me too much material to play with. Brett, dear.”

Brett: (growls) “I’m not a hard ass.”

Sam: “Although, you do have a hard ass. A very hard one.”

Mia: (shakes head) “I should call you Shameless Sam.”

Ethan: “That’s only one of the things you could call him.”

Sam: (flips Ethan off)

Ethan: “You wish.”

Sam: “I will.”

Brett: “Boys! If I have to break you up one more time today…”

Mia: “Now that sounds far more interesting than little ‘ol me.”

Brett: “Mia Grace Ashlinn, you’re as bad as Dumb and Dumber.”

Mia: (bats her eyelashes innocently) “Moi?”

Sam: “She did write us, Brett. A woman has to be a bit…what’s the word?”

Ethan: “Twisted.”

Brett: “Wicked.”

Mia: “Perverted.”

Sam: “All of the above.”

Mia: (giggles) “I feel so loved.”

Brett: “You should.”

Mia: “Okay, okay. You’re making me feel guilty, Brett. I promised to give y’all free reign over the interview, and here I am distracting Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.”

Brett: “They tend to drag out a person’s inner heathen. Don’t they?”

Mia: (nods) “Now hit me with the next question before I change my mind.”

Ethan: “Technically, you didn’t answer the last question.”

Mia: “Oh yeah. I forgot.” (smiles sheepishly) “I, um, was out of my depth with the whole man on man on man action. So I did what a naughty girl does. I pulled out the porn.”

Sam: “Porn! Did you get When Harry Met Sally’s Brothers? That’s a goodie.”

Mia: “Oh, I know how you feel about When Harry Met Sally’s Brothers.

Brett: “We all know.”

Ethan: “Shut up, Brett. We all have a soft spot for that movie.”

Mia: “I remember. But sadly, I didn’t have that one. I had to settle on the stuff I found on the internet.”

Sam: “Hey, there’s some good stuff online.”

Mia: “Some being the key word.”

Sam: “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy soaking up hours of gay porn.”

Mia: “No comment.”

Sam: “That’s what I thought.”

Ethan: “Shit, he’s thinking again. The last time that happened…”

Sam: “You got laid.”

Ethan: “This is true. Keep thinking, Sam. Think hard.

Mia: “Hard is not a problem for you three.”

Brett: “Speaking of hard, did the porn help?”

Mia: “Of course! Porn always helps.”

Sam: (wiggles eyebrows) “You’re not kidding.”

Mia: “Of course, porn wasn’t the only thing I had to do.”

Brett: “Really? What else?”

Mia: “I did some reading.”

Brett: (nods) “Anything else?”

Mia: “I talked to my PA Tina—a lot.”

Sam: (chuckles) “Tina? As in Tina?”

Mia: “Mmmhmm.”

Sam: “I like her.”

Mia: “I bet you do.”

Ethan: “Don’t get him started. Tina gave him the bed head with her obsession.”

Brett: “Hey, we owe Tina. She cracked the whip on Mia when she needed it.”

Mia: (glowers) “But she wasn’t nice about it.”

Ethan: “Did you want her to be?”

Mia: “No.”

Sam: “Why did she need to crack the whip anyway?”

Mia: “Because I like the shinies.”

Brett: “Try again.”

Mia: “Because she’s a sadist.”

Ethan: “Try again.”

Mia: “Because I’m a perfectionist, and I went overboard.” (laughs)

Brett: “Don’t you always?”

Mia: “Of course. But this was different because…” (blushes) “Luscious is my baby. I poured everything I had into this town. I mean everything. Then there’s the fact that Luscious Beginnings is about the three of you. See, you guys have been with me since day one. At least one of you has been in every story, and you guys have carried across Serenity, Kinky, and finally Luscious. That made me crazy insane about getting this story just right. I owed you guys. God knows I love you, too.”

Sam: “That’s so sweet.” (sniffs) “I think I threw up a little in my mouth.”

Ethan: “Shut up, Sam.”

Sam: “Why? She knows I’m not into all that mushy stuff.”

Ethan: “Because she’s working on our second story, Their Luscious Dream. The last thing we need is to piss her off.”

Mia: “Don’t forget that I’m tight with Athena. I would hate to bring her into it.”

Ethan: “You wouldn’t.”

Mia: “Really?”

Sam: “She wouldn’t. She loves Athena.”

Mia: “You suck.”

Sam: “I do—often.”

Mia: “Speaking of sucking, can I watch?”

Ethan: “Why don’t you write?”

Mia: “Crap, I am supposed to be writing right now. I did kind of leave Athena hanging. If you three are willing to relieve me of my interview duties, I’ll get back to work. Right now.” (hopeful grin)

Brett: “Yes!”

Sam: “Hell yeah!”

Ethan: “I guess. We wouldn’t want to leave our girl hanging. But later, you’re ours.”

Mia: “That sounds…entertaining.”

Brett: “Nah. Next time, we’re going to make you talk.”

Mia: “How are you going to do that?”

Ethan: “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

(Dum-dum-dum plays overhead)

Well, I guess that’s the end of that…for now. But since I’m in such a good mood from my visit with Brett, Sam, and Ethan, I think I’ll give away an ARC of their first book, Luscious Beginnings, in the e-book format of the winner’s choice. All you have to do is leave one (or more) question(s) you would like Brett, Ethan, and/or Sam to answer in a comment below. On Tuesday, I will draw a winner!

Love and cherries,

-Mia

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Luscious Beginnings

Love in Luscious, Kansas 1

Release Date: June 17, 2013

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Blurb:

Sometimes what a person wants most has been standing in front of them all along.

Four months ago, an eye-opening discovery drove Sam Carrington away from his best friends, Brett Monroe and Ethan Bartlett. Now he’s beginning his new life in Luscious, Kansas. But still, he longs for the men he loves.

Brett and Ethan were shattered when Sam vanished. Every day since his disappearance has been devoted to finding him. However, their search is in vain because two of Sam’s powerful friends made sure he was impossible to find.

After Sam is stabbed while protecting a friend, he shuts everyone around him out. Concerned for his emotional well-being, one of his protectors turns to Brett and Ethan for help. Once the men know where Sam is, they’ll do whatever it takes to get him back. Only their journey won’t be easy. And the path they must take will lead them to either a luscious beginning or a heartbreaking end.

NOTE: Luscious Beginnings is truly just the beginning for Sam, Brett, and Ethan. After finding their HEA, a new dream will come along in the form of a woman named Athena in Their Luscious Dream (MMMF), to be published later this summer.

Story Excerpt:

Wow. That was…surreal. Maybe this place is going to be my new beginning after all.

Ten minutes later, Sam guided his car into the parking lot outside of Tate’s apartment building then pulled into an open spot and switched off the ignition. He felt even more optimistic than he had just a little bit ago. His heart was lighter, his mood brighter. Yes, he’d turned on the wrong eccentrically named road and gotten lost, but he still felt more relaxed than he had in ages. Of course, he figured it was hard to be too uptight in a town like Luscious. Shit, the Summer of Love-esque places would bring a smile to anyone’s face.

Speaking of smiles, a grin crept into Sam’s cheeks when he spotted Tate Dawson sauntering toward him. His friend Ella’s younger brother was cocky as hell. And Sam liked that about him. From the first time they’d met, Tate’s personality had drawn Sam in, and they’d immediately hit it off. Since then, they’d spent a lot of time together in Her Majesty’s Pleasure where Sam used to tend bar. And they’d taken to talking on the phone at least once or twice a week after Sam had left Serenity. Now Sam was grateful they’d gotten to know each other. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so keen on moving in together, even for a brief period of time.

A knock on the car window had Sam’s grin widening. He turned and grabbed the door handle then slung it open and launched himself out of the car. As Sam shut the door behind him, Tate drawled, “Well tickle my dicklestick. I heard some sweet thing had driven his sexy ass into our weird little town, but I had no clue how bangable he would be.” He raked his laughing eyes up and down Sam’s body. “I would totally do you.Often.

Sam chuckled. “So you keep telling me.”

Winking brashly, Tate replied, “I would fuck you, Sam-I-Am. I would fuck you in a hall. And I would fuck you against the wall. I would fuck you in your car. And I would fuck you beneath the stars. I would fuck you in the tub. And I would fuck you in a club. I would fuck you here and there. I would fuck you pretty much anywhere.”

Sam couldn’t help himself. A laugh burst from his lips at Tate’s twisted perversion of Dr. Seuss’s Green Eggs and Ham. That was typical Tate—wicked, fun, and outrageously flirty. God, he’d missed being around someone who wasn’t so fucking serious. Cough. Rafaello Speranza. Cough. Sam had missed moments like this, where he didn’t have to think about anything or anyone. He could just live. Yep, Luscious is looking better and better.

Feeling playful, Sam returned Tate’s banter with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “Oh, buddy, you couldn’t handle a man like me.”

“Want to find out?” Tate quipped without hesitation. “If so, I have a room upstairs. But we’ll have to hurry. My new roommate will be here any minute.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “I don’t do quickies. Sorry.”

“You’re missing out,” Tate replied. “Fast and furious is fucking hot.”

“So is soft and slow. But I bet you don’t know how to do that,” Sam teased.

Even in the dim light, Sam could see Tate’s eyes take on a sinister glow. He knew he should be worried. But he wasn’t. Quite the opposite. He was amused, and he couldn’t stop the chuckle escaping the back of his throat.

“Oh no, you didn’t go there,” his friend countered as he tapped his chin with his thick index finger. “Now I have to retaliate.” A contemplative expression settled on Tate’s features before a smirk lightened his handsome face. “I might not know how to fuck soft and slow. But you don’t know how to bang a dude.”

Sam bit the inside of his cheek to keep from howling with laughter. Most guys would be insulted. But he wasn’t, not in the least. If he and Tate weren’t friends, they wouldn’t be joshing around with each other. So Sam was more than happy to play along. Besides, he loved to give it as good as he got it. “It can’t be that much different than…” Sam let the innuendo hang in the air before taking his final punch. “Not that you would know, of course.”

Tate gave Sam a high-five. “Ooh. That’s a good one.” Merriment danced in his friend’s eyes. “I guess that means you win—this round.” His lips twitched. “Now let’s get you inside. Our first time should be in a bed, not on a car in a parking lot for all to see. Well, unless that trips your trigger. In that case, we can negotiate…”

Oh my God. Sam just shook his head indulgently. “Let me get my stuff.” After opening his Range Rover’s rear hatch, Sam removed his duffel bag and suitcase then closed the gate once again. He followed Tate through the front door of the building. Up the stairs, to the left, and down the hall they went. Before long, they were in front of D4 and Tate was letting them into the apartment.

“Welcome home, honey,” Tate drawled. His voice was silky, smooth as a fine wine, as he threw open the door.

“I—” Sam started to say something sarcastic. But when he stepped one foot across the threshold and saw the woman lounging on the couch, he stopped short. Aly Bartlett. “Fuck,” he growled, his expletive flying through the room faster than a speeding bullet.

He’d been found.

Adult Excerpt:

“Fuck.” Brett slapped his hands onto the mattress on either side of him. He fisted the comforter, his back arching off the bed. “Sam…”

Sam shook his head but didn’t release Brett from his mouth. He held still, his sensual lips encircling the base of Brett’s cock, his sweltering mouth enveloping the entire shaft. Despite the rapturous feeling of having his cock halfway down Sam’s throat, and in spite of the warmth cocooning his shaft, Brett didn’t want Sam to choke. And inevitably, he would if they stayed like this.

“Pull back,” Brett growled.

Sam did. He pulled back. But before Brett could catch his breath, Sam started to move, fucking Brett with his mouth, as he lowered himself to the bed. As soon as he seemed satisfied with his position, he raised his gaze to Brett’s once again. Their eyes met, and they exchanged looks. Some were loving. Some were lusty. And some of them were love and lust laced together. Those were Brett’s favorites.

While Sam sucked Brett’s cock, Ethan shifted to his knees. He moved forward, just enough to reach Sam’s waistband. He grasped each side of the thick fabric and started to tug. Sam shimmied his hips at all the right times then lifted up when Ethan ordered him to.

Soon, Brett saw Ethan discard Sam’s pants altogether. Then Ethan swung one of his legs over Sam’s legs and straddled them. “I love this ass,” he declared, his announcement as honest as it was succinct. He swooped his head down before kissing first one cheek then the other. “I can’t wait to fuck it.”

Brett groaned. God, he loved when Ethan talked dirty.

Sam lifted his ass off the bed wantonly, wiggling his hips close to Ethan’s face, but he continued to impale himself with Brett’s cock. Invade, retreat. Invade, retreat. Brett shook. He felt powerless, utterly out of control as raw lust flared inside him, scorching him, leaving him writhing and moaning in unparalleled pleasure. Like a drugged man in need of a fix, Brett’s eyes fell to Sam. He couldn’t help but stare as his shaft, from base to tip, disappeared into the hot cavern that was Sam’s mouth then reappeared a millisecond later. Watching his man suck his dick was sensual—the way his languid eyes drifted closed then reopened as though he were under a spell, how his cheeks were rosy with exertion, and how he inhaled and exhaled through his nose in quick, sharp breaths. It was all unbelievably erotic.

“Stop that,” Ethan growled.

Brett’s eyes snapped over to Ethan just as he brought his hand down onto the flesh of Sam’s ass. A loud thwack immediately followed behind.

Pulling back in a hurry, Sam freed Brett’s cock. “What did I do?” he asked, sounding innocent yet devilish at the same time.

“You won’t stop shaking your ass in my face.” Brett suspected Ethan was going for a firm tone, but he failed. He sounded amused. “A man can’t think when something that succulent is inches from his mouth.”

“Why are you thinking?” Sam turned his head away from Brett and peered over his left shoulder at Ethan. “Better yet, what are you thinking?”

Ethan’s face blushed a ruddy color that somehow looked sexy. “I was thinking about how snug your virgin ass is going to be, how it’s going to wrap around my dick and squeeze tight. And I was thinking about stretching your sweet hole, how good it’ll feel, how much you’re going to love me fucking you, and how loud you’re going to be when you beg for more.”

A groan erupted from Sam. “Oh God.”

Grinning wickedly, Ethan said, “I was imagining what it would feel like to press your body facedown to this bed then crawl on top of you, open your ass, and plunge inside. I was thinking about pounding into you while our favorite voyeur watched. And I was thinking about tying you up, binding you, and leaving you at our mercy.” He leaned forward, slowly slithering along Sam’s spine. “I was fantasizing about spanking you, turning your ass the sexiest shade of red.” He rained kisses up Sam’s back. “Hell, I was even considering what you would do if I took your ass now rather than being a gentleman and waiting.”

While Ethan talked, Brett grasped his cock and started stroking again, his glides steady and sure. The moisture Sam’s mouth had left behind was better than lube. And Brett’s hand moved easily over his shaft.

Sam winked up at Brett, and Brett knew trouble was heading their way. “Since when have you ever been a gentleman, angel boy? And what makes you think I’m some innocent who can’t handle a good pounding?” He grinned, a grin that made Brett squirm. “Trust me when I tell you that I can handle it. The question is, ‘Can you?’”

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Vacation pics

I don’t know if you can really call it a vacation with all the writing I’ve been getting done, but I have been traveling. That’s the blessing/curse about being a writer. You can pretty much do it anywhere, but you can never get away from it for long…

Here are some pics from my favorite office locations lately.

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This was my favorite one. The view was awesome and yes that is a cut off tree stump I’m using for a desk.

Crazy storms seemed to be following me wherever I went…

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A little bit of winter tried to creep into my vacation. Yes that is hail, not snow, but damn it cooled things off.

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And finally a nice beach day of laying in the sun and writing smut.

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Porn Cooties

Did you know you can get cooties from porn? Yep, you can. Now before you go skinny dipping in the gutter, I am not referring to Herpes, Gonorrhea, or Syphilis. And not Chlamydia or Crabs, either. I’m talking about the moment you say the word porn and every vanilla person within earshot runs for cover. Sheesh, it’s like when David Jones kissed Denise Smith on the playground. The poor girl was blacklisted for weeks. After all, no one wanted to catch cooties!

But alas, we are not children. We are adults. And yet, we still have the cooties mindset. We still have to deal with people who believe porn is disgusting and vile, people who hold the asinine belief that porn-lovers are every bit as disgusting and vile as the videos they watch. Really, though, we’re not. We watch porn because we want to. We watch it because we enjoy it. That doesn’t make us right or wrong. And it doesn’t mean we have some plague-like disease we’ll pass on to the first prudish person we see. It means we’re humans with hormones and a lusty libido.

Recently, this strange cootie phenomenon put me smack in an awkward situation. Picture it…I was sitting in a swanky hotel with my three girlfriends. We were chatting about who-knows-what, probably something dirty, when a strange woman approached us. She seemed nice enough so we asked her to sit down and join in the festivities. Not surprisingly, she did. The first few minutes of our exchange appeared to go smoothly. Then the worst thing happened. My PA mentioned porn. (gasps) Talk about a a disaster. The poor new girl paled. She started darting her eyes around as she clearly searched for an exit. Though, she didn’t get up. She continued to sit with us, talking in a stilted, squeaky voice. But she wasn’t really there. She was just trying to be polite long enough to make her escape. I knew it. And so did my friends. Of course, she eventually made some pithy excuse and fled us like a victim running from the axe murdering lunatic in a B-string slasher film.

Once she was gone, the four of us laughed about the prim and proper chick we’d scared the daylights out of. At that point, her revulsion and rejection was rather funny. But in retrospect, her horror wasn’t amusing, not in the least. The horrified look she gave us, the way she shied away, was a little offensive. It wasn’t like we’d done anything wrong. We’d done nothing out of line. No curses or insults had slipped from our lips. In my opinion, we’d been on our very best behavior, not that that is necessarily saying a whole lot. However, she’d treated us as if we were perverts playing a part in a freak show.

Granted, I’m a pervert. And true, I’m a one-woman freak show half the time. But those pervalicious personality traits have nothing to do with my love for porn or my being infested with cooties. They’re just icing on the cake.

So, what about you? Do you have porn cooties? Don’t tell anyone, but I kind of hope you do. XOXOXO!

Love and cherries,

-Mia

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So you want to write erotic romance

I don’t know what I thought would happen when my first book with Ellora’s Cave came out. I don’t remember having any expectations. All I remember feeling was violent happiness. I got to share my story with the world! I most certainly didn’t expect for loved ones to start dying on me or how devastating an effect it would have on my personal and professional life, and how much the publishing industry in general and the erotic romance market in particular would change while I sorted out my soul and wrote another story for EC.

I know I had visions of one day writing full-time, visions the ever-changing, ever-expanding publishing scene blurred quite effectively as I tried to get back in the game. Don’t quit the day job, then. (And if you call it an evil day job, and mean it, please consider looking for something you don’t hate with a fire just in case you’re stuck with it.) My work has always involved language, text and words in one form or another. It’s always allowed me to do what I love, which is write, so it’s never been tedious. (OK, maybe sometimes, when I would have rather let my more creative side loose.)

Then again, you’ll never know if you don’t go. All-in, balls out. It’s just that…for every selling author, there are a thousand and one, ten thousand and one, who hardly sell at all. (Their stories may be just as good, even better than the popular ones. And still.) For every poorly selling author, there are one hundred thousand and one who never get a publisher. Or should I say got. With the self-publishing option available to anyone who can follow instructions, everyone can be a published author. (Their stories may, note: may be so much poorer than yours. And still they’re out there.)

If you dream of writing erotic romance for publication, and above all for a living, be advised: You are coming in to a market where the reader is spoilt for choice. Publishers, self-publishing sites and subgenres galore; established authors, newbie authors, self-published authors galore. Cyberspace is infinite so there really is room for everyone’s story. That’s not the problem. There’s also plenty of room to get lost, feel lonely, never be seen or heard, and that may pose a problem.

Then again, if you’re writing because you love to and it’s all the same to you how your book does as long as it’s out there, then, well, it’s all the same to you, isn’t it? But if you expect to see a big return on time and effort invested, please remember: the number of titles published is on the way up, sales on the way down, and pirates bear no resemblance to a cuddly Captain Sparrow, they are as ruthless and heartless as Davy Jones. Many published authors make fun money at best. Most of us writing ebooks have been pirated. All of us write because we love it and who succeeds and to what extent is a bit like playing darts in the dark. You never know what will stick and who you’ll hit.

Lack of large backlist notwithstanding, I’ve spent several years in the know, my eyes and ears open. So. This much I know. If you’re about to submit your first story or if it’s already been contracted and you have visions of fortune and fame, two words: survivorship bias. Look it up. Just so you’re prepared. Anything can happen. Nothing much might.

My debut came out the same day as Laurann Dohner’s. She is now a NY Times and USA Today best-selling author. Some other EC authors who were starting out around that time… They’re gone. I’m not sure where and I’m not sure why and I guess their reasons are none of my business, but there’s one in particular I was damn sorry to see disappear because of how good she was. An excellent author all-around.

I don’t want to discourage you. I want you to be prepared. If you are, none of what I just said came as a surprise. If you’re not sure, two posts you may want to look at to assess where you stand, what the odds are and how to improve them: agent Rachelle Gardner on volume and variety. And if you’re on the self-publishing path, agent-turned-author Nathan Bransford is recording his experience and dispensing wisdom on his mighty fine blog.

This is my last post with the 69ers. I want to thank everyone who’s stopped by, read and commented on the ramblings of this southern girl from the north, and I want to thank my partners in smut for the fun we’ve had and shared and wish you every success. I’ll be rooting for you! This ain’t an easy business but if you got it in you, it’s worth your best shot.

I think I have something in my eye. Or maybe I’m just allergic to goodbyes. This…you…all of it, will always be a dream come true. Hang on to yours, dearest 69ers.

Hoping for a smutty reunion, with love and smooches,

Dita

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Danica Remembered To Blog!

Hey y’all, I remembered to blog on my day this month. Yay!

Let’s get down to the nitty-gritty, shall we? Readers and writers have things that really disgusts them when it comes to books. It’s what makes this business ever-changing and being a reader both awesome and annoying. I loved reading the blog this month because I found myself nodding at several points. First person POV is one I don’t particularly enjoy, but there are some exceptions. The ew factor in sex scenes is one that’s purely subjective and while I see the point, it all depends on the reader and their experiences.

My personal peeves? I’m more likely to toss a book away if a main character dies, or proves too stupid to live, or is too weak to stand on their own. I’m more into the characterization and the story than what genre or POV they’re written in. If the story is good (as in it appeals to you), you’ll barely even notice which POV it’s in. I’ve had that happen to me a few times. I became so engrossed in the character that I didn’t care it was first person. The same for some sex scenes. If it fits the characters and what they’d do, then I’m okay with how they express themselves in bed. I don’t think “Where’s the condom?” or “Is he tasting his cum on her lips?”. I think “They’re so sexy together!”

Characterization is my biggest issue with books. How can you love a story if you hate the hero or the heroine? I try my best not to write characters like that, but then again, it’s all subjective, isn’t it? A heroine I think is hilarious might be too abrasive to someone else. A hero I see as dark and brooding can seem serial killerish to another reader. I’ve heard ‘you can’t please everyone’ and it’s the complete truth.

Which means I know some people are going to despise my newest release, Dean’s List. Some of my loyal readers will probably want to burn it because it’s nothing like my usual work. It’s not a paranormal and it isn’t a regular romance. It’s a contemporary EC for Men. And it has nothing to do with love and everything to do with fantasies. But I like the story, like my hero and his many heroines. And I suppose deep down, that’s all that matters.

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A quick romp in his home office with his family upstairs. A roadside quickie in his car after picking up a stranded motorist. A dominating woman who uses and abuses him in the most delicious of ways. These are just a few things that make Dean McKnight the luckiest man alive. Top it off with a successful career, a wonderful family and a hot, adventurous wife, and Dean couldn’t be happier.

With the option of having a different beauty every night of the week, Dean’s list is packed with women who fulfill all his darkest fantasies. He just never knows which one will show up next.

An EC for Men contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave 

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Chasing the sun

First things first, thank you Layna for covering for me on the 23rd, feel better real soon Mia, congratulations Tari Lynn, and welcome new followers! It’s gonna take a moment to get to know you all. 😉

And hi, my name is Dita, and I’m not the silent partner, I’ve been on the road, traveling the west coast of Thailand. The sun is in short supply but great demand this time of year up here (Scandinavia), so we travel in search of it as often as we can. Plus the world may be cruel and crazy, but it’s also full of beauty and wonder and I grab every chance of seeing it, warts and all!

Spot the differences, or should I say similarities, if you can find any. Last week (sorry for the blotches, taken in water):

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This week:

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It’s been snowing ever since we returned so there’s no going out without seven layers of clothing and Hubby, who’s been mucho macho about removing everything by hand, is eyeing some heavy-duty snow blowers. No wonder, we’re jet-lagged and travel-worn and I’m having serious trouble getting my game on, but I find it a good tired, a happy tired where your head swims with all you’ve seen and heard, smelled, touched and tasted.

I don’t think a writer’s mind ever vacations. Without even noticing, you’re always on a hunting and gathering expedition, taking in the world with all your senses and tucking things away for later use. Some new/renewed sights and sensations gathered along the way:

Sand fine as flour, white as talc

A tangerine sun setting over azure waters

Stars by the thousands (Living in a city, you never really get to see them.)

Fish in every color you care to imagine (I found Nemo!)

Sea snakes and baby sharks

Sharing your toilet with ants, spiders and mosquitoes, and feeling you’re the intruder (Obviously their turf and trail until someone built a toilet on it.)

Locust concertos, as if conducted. Crescendo, furioso, diminuendo.

Curry. Red, yellow and green. Chili, lemongrass and kaffir lime. (Yummy and oh so hot.)

Beer (which I rarely drink). There’s not always water to be had but there’s always, always, beer. Seriously. (No, the kids didn’t have beer, they had colas in a pinch, but the recipe was so artificially syrupy I chose beer.)

Fruit, the way it’s supposed to taste (Papaya so ripe it smells like barf but tastes like sugary butter. Hmm-mmm.)

Jellyfish burns (Have managed to avoid them all my life. Well, they got me now.)

The silence of the sea, interrupted by fish nibbling on coral (You can totally hear it. You can! I have footage!! Recordings!!!)

Falling asleep to the crashing waves

A police boat in the middle of a field, tossed way inland by the tsunami of 2004

The smell of puke mixing with engine fumes, and seventy more minutes to go (Makes even the strongest stomach roil.)

The salty breeze. Balm to the skin, balm to the soul.

Holding on for dear life in the back of a pickup truck going 55 mph/90 kmh. Your ride.

Tropical thunderstorms. There’s rain and then there’s Rain.

One of my Hydroterra Shandals dying on me at a Really Bad Moment

Sweating up a mountainside. “Madam follow trail.” (Madam couldn’t see a trail, only a barely there path in the jungle. The view was totally worth the grime and climb.)

And a myriad other things waiting to be digested. I wish I could report I had some awesome holiday sex, but no such luck this time around, we traveled with kids in tow 24/7, and you bet it was frustrating having my hot man from the cold parade his half-naked self around me all day long. It was a tease of a two weeks, but we’re home now and uh oh look a the word count, I’m tiring you all out, aren’t I?

Travel heightens your capability for and sense of wonder because you’re removed from the common and comfortable and taken Elsewhere where they do things differently. The farther removed from your everyday existence the better, methinks. But more on that on my blog later today, if and when I get my thoughts in order. By the 23rd, I should have gotten my smut on. And you can take that any way you like because that’s what you’ll do anyway. 😉

Until then, have a sexcellent carnival weekend, 69ers!

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The Smutification of Disney World in Five Images…

Happy Hump Day, 69ers! Boy oh boy, it has been an insanely busy week for me. I’m on vacation at the “ aka Walt Disney World. And despite sickness, exhaustion, and crazy weather, I have had one of the best times of my life.

Since I love to share, I thought I would show off some of my snazzy pictures from the trip. Now, I must warn you these are not your typical photographs. No Castle or giant ball (oops, I mean Spaceship Earth). And definitely no Tree of Life or Mickey’s Wizard Hat. These images are, shall we say, for the adults…the ones with a sense of humor and a smutty mind.

So without further ado, here is my Smutty Disney Photo Album…

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A dog bone big enough for 101 Dalmations? Not hardly. How about 101 inches of man bone for a lucky chick?

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Dude, he could spear someone with that thing. And it wouldn’t ‘hurt so good.’

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Are you kidding me? A restaurant called the Outer Rim? I would love to see that menu. Tossed salad  (Google Chris Rock, if I lost you on this one) and BBQ Pork Butt, anyone?

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submissive: “But Master, I didn’t touch any of the other plastic toys! I-I-I swear it.”

Master Lego Man: (Wha-cha)

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The Great Soap Debate: Gnome or Butt Plug? Butt Plug or Gnome? I’ll have to go with…butt plug.

Well, there you have it. I smuttified Walt Disney World in only five images. Just think of the damage I could do with just a few more days…and a couple more images. Mwahaha!

XOXOXO,

-Mia

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You Might Be A Christmas Pervert If…

Happy Sunday! Today is my day to play—I mean blog—here at the smuttalicious 69 Shades. Well, I guess playing and blogging are both right. After all, I’m here to blog…but I’m mostly going to play—with you. (gasps) I know you’re sitting there with a gobsmacked expression on your face. Me? Play? With anyone? Never! Okay, I’m full of sarcasm this morning. You better watch out. Or maybe, I should be the one watching out. Goodness knows I’m good at saying things that inevitably have me inserting my foot into my mouth. Let me tell you, gnawing on one’s shoe is gross. So hold on for a sec while I run and dump these fuzzy slippers in the closet.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Alright, I’m back—barefoot and happy. Are you curious yet what kind of game I want to play? Do you have any guesses? (The Jeopardy! song plays.) Is that your final answer? Oops, that’s Who Wants to be a Millionaire. Ah well, you get the idea. So, do you know? Woohoo! You got it. You Might Be a Pervert If…Darn, you figured that pretty fast. I guess I’m getting predictable. I’ll have to work on that. New Year’s Resolution? Hmmm….the possibilities. Oh wait! That’ll be another blog, another day.

Back to the present rather than the future…We’re going to play You Might Be a Pervert If…with a twist. Today’s version is special. It’s my Christmas edition. What started this version of the game was a trip to the store. Of course, I thought of a few snarky lines. Then I hooked up on the phone with my friend, Tina. Getting us together is always trouble in the making. But anyway, the list grew longer. After that, we spiralled. Yep, like that hasn’t happened before. The next thing I know, we’re spouting off random non-store related criteria while laughing hysterically.

Since I love to share, almost as much as I love to laugh, I thought I would play with you too, 69ers! What do you think?

Ooh, you want to play. You’re a very brave cookie. Let’s go before you change your mind. Grab those Santa hats and we’ll rock and roll. Maybe the best Christmas Perv win…

  • You might be a Christmas Pervert if…stocking stuffers make you think of teenage boys and socks. (I had to bring in the American Pie. After all, it’s a classic. Yeah right.)
  • You might be a Christmas Pervert if…you lock onto the twink in twinkle lights which, in turn, makes you think of the really good gay porn video you recently watched. (Not that you were likely to forget. Good porn is hard to find.)
  • You might be a Christmas Pervert if…these beaded garland reminds you of miniature anal beads. (These are doable. Right?)

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  • You might be a Christmas Pervert if…you wonder which Christmas bow would look best around your neck—without anything else on? (Va-va-vom)
  • You might be a Christmas Pervert if…fantasize about how good the velvet ribbon would feel against your skin when you’re tied spreadeagle to the bed. (So soft…)
  • You might be a Christmas Pervert if…this ornament reminds you of last night’s sexcapades. (Butt plug, anyone?)

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Now here’s where we spiralled:

  • You might be a Christmas Pervert if…you think the North Pole is the stripper pole on the north end of your local strip club. (Of course, the stripper’s name has to be Candy Cane.)
  • You might be a Christmas Pervert if…you snicker at the line “Eight maids a-milking” while singing The 12 Days of Christmas. (Hello? Roleplay and Bondage. Now that’s real love.)
  • You might be a Christmas Pervert if…Tiny Tim reminds you of an ex-boyfriend who never could keep you satisfied. (Sheesh, pencil erasers are bigger than him. And man, he didn’t even know how to use it. Let’s just say, he wasn’t a nice guy because he didn’t finish last, and he definitely didn’t make sure you finished first.)
  • You might be a Christmas Pervert if…figgy pudding makes you think of Sophie Oak. (I mean this one in the most affectionate way. Love that Sophie.)
  • You might be a Christmas Pervert if…you see a candelabra on your dining room table and think of wax play night at the BDSM club. (Oh the memories…)
  • You might be a Christmas Pervert if…you stand under the mistletoe and ask, “Do I get to pick where I get that kiss?” (A little bit lower…lower…keep going…yeah! There! Oh yesssss.)
  • You might be a Christmas Pervert if…hearing Ho Ho Ho makes you look around for who they’re talking about. (A little curiosity never hurt anyone, except maybe the cat. Here kitty, kitty.)

Before you say it, I know I’m not right in the head, but it sure makes my life fun. Now I must go…write and have fun with the people in my head. Wow, that sounded so naughty. Then again, you know what I’m writing, and you are aware of the kind of fun the characters like to have. Wink, wink. Okay, okay. I’m really going to go. Hope you had a good time playing with me. Have a sexy, smutty, and all-around spectacular Sunday. Only sixteen days…until the big day!

Much love and lots of kisses,

-Mia

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Corsets, and stockings, and petticoats! Oh my!

Before I get started with my debut post, I just wanted to say a quick thank you to fabulous Savannah Chase and Randi Alexander for inviting me to join 69 Shades of Smut. I’m honored to be posting with some really wonderful authors, so thank you for this awesome opportunity!

Corsets, and stockings, and petticoats! Oh my!

It should come as no surprise that some of my favorite scenes in romance novels usually involve a sensual tease or a really hot and heavy scene. Whether it’s a scandalous interlude in a carriage, getting frisky in the coat room, or a quick tupping in the buttery, how could one not appreciate such spontaneity? Now if only those scenes were easy to write, but that’s another post altogether.

One of my favorite scenes in a book just happens to be in Alexandra Hawkins Lords of Vice series, All Night With A Rogue. There’s a moment in the beginning of the book where Lady Juliana Ivers is hiding up in the hazelnut tree, while the Marquess of Sinclair is being seduced by a married woman no less. I read this book nearly two years ago, and I haven’t forgotten a single detail within the scene. But it’s those scandalous moments that I want more of, don’t you?

What makes a scene so sinful to you? Is it the soft caress from the hero, or perhaps the first time a female lead realizes for the first time, she really can enjoy sexual congress. Mind you, a little self-gratification goes a long way too, in a story where sometimes the character just needs a release. 😉

Do you have a favorite scene or a book in general? Does it make your toes curls? Does it make you feel wanton and leaves you hunting down that special someone in your life? Feel free to share a scene that was so mind-blowing, and has you coming back to that book to re-read every so often. I’d love to hear from you.

~L

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