May 26, 2012

Fairy Tale Erotica by Liz Adams

Alice and Jack.
Please welcome Liz Adams to Romance Lives Forever! Liz, take it away, and tell us all about your fairy tale erotica.

Alice’s Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful Land
Genre: Erotica
WARNING: This portrayal of Alice contains her sexual discoveries with hot, strong men and their unique, fantastic talents: M/F, M/F/M/F, M/F/M/M/M/M/M/M/M/M/M/M, and lots of sex with strangers! If you read this book and its steamy, explicit sexual content, the Cheshire cat won’t be the only one wearing a wicked grin. For 18 years and older.
Alice came upon a strange man licking the roses at the side of the road. The man was flat. Literally, two-dimensional. The trunk of his body was squashed and flat like a piece of paper. His flat body was dressed in green overalls with three red hearts on his breast pocket.
But his head and limbs were normal.
The man stood over one of the rose bushes. He guided one of the white roses to his lips, and licked its petals.
At least, it was a white rose.
Or was it red?
Actually, it looked like red liquid dripped from his tongue as he painted the white petals red.
“Are you bleeding?” Alice asked.
The man jumped. “You—you scared me.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just—your mouth is all red. Are you bleeding?”
“No, I’m painting.” He glanced over his shoulder down the road as if to see if anyone was coming. “I’m the gardener, and was supposed to plant red roses for the queen.” He rushed his words in a conspiratorial tone. “There was a mix-up with the seeds. Some white roses grew with the red roses. If I don’t paint these white roses red before the queen arrives, she’ll have my head!” He rushed both hands over his crotch to emphasize his point, and then guided the white rose he was painting back to his lips.
Alice stifled a laugh. What was the queen going to do with his flat body, cut a hole where his penis should be?
“I know a gardener who works in my yard. His name is Jack.” Alice wasn’t really sure why she said this. Maybe it was because she didn’t know what else to say.
A distant voice boomed. “Here comes the queen!”
Alice and the gardener turned toward the road. A parade of flat people marched in front of a high seat being carried by more flat people. On the high seat was a woman who must have been the queen.
“No! No! No!” The gardener said in a panicked voice. “I’m not finished! If she sees what I’ve done she’ll have my head!”
Alice didn’t think he had anything to worry about. Surely the queen would understand a mix-up with the red rose and white rose seeds. But what if the queen were as ruthless as people had been saying?
“Quick,” Alice said. “Hide under my dress!”
“Thank you! Thank you!” The gardener folded over and positioned himself between Alice’s legs.
The processional of flat people approached. They wore military uniforms. When they were close enough, Alice could see the rows of hearts like medals across their coats. These flat soldiers kept their heads at attention, staring straight down the road as they passed Alice as if she wasn’t there.
As the raised platform with the queen was passing Alice, Alice was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the queen shouted, “Stop!”
Alice stood tall and demure as was expected before a queen. Though she’d never actually met one.
The entire processional came to a halt. The queen gazed down her nose at Alice. A beautiful woman with challenging eyes. Long, black hair under a golden crown, and red lips in the shape of a heart. “Who is that woman?” the queen yelled at a soldier.
“Not known, your highness!” the soldier called out.
“Idiot,” the queen muttered. To Alice she said, “Who are you?”
“I’m Alice.” She tried her best to curtsey without hitting the gardener beneath her.
“Well, Alice, why are these roses white?”
Alice felt a finger pull aside her underwear, exposing herself to the open air.
“How should I know?” Alice gulped, and suppressed a shiver.
The queen grit her teeth. “Where is the gardener?”
Alice felt the gardener’s warm breath against her. And then his tongue. Even though no one could see what the gardener was doing to her, having them all watch her getting turned on was enough to make her blush. 
“The gardener?” Alice asked giving way to the embarrassment she felt by smiling.
“Yes. Where is the gardener?”
Alice felt herself open up. What was he doing? Painting her pink folds red? Did he think she had a rose between her legs? The gardener found her deep opening. Alice felt him painting her with fervent strokes.
“The…gardener?” Alice managed.
The queen huffed and exasperated breath. “Do you even know what a gardener is?”
Yes, Alice thought. I’m getting to know his tongue very well.
The gardener licked in the most luscious way, taking his time to make luxurious circles. Alice quivered.
“Yes.” Alice sighed. That was the spot. Her juices dripped down to her knees.
“Well then.” The queen over-enunciated her words. “Since you know what a gardener is. Then maybe. You can tell me. If you’ve seen. The gardener.”
Round and round with hot, slick licks, the gardener painted Alice.
“The gardener?” Alice moaned.
She couldn’t believe she had an entire unsuspecting audience watch her as she was being tasted, and turned on in a most delightful way.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake! Do you or do you not know where the gardener is?!”
His tongue pushed inside. Her whole body flushed.
“Oh!” Alice cried, her body trembling. Never in all her years... the thought faded as her body heated.
“You’re a strange bird,” the queen said. “But your face has good color.”
The queen turned to a soldier beside her. “Invite her to my croquet game.”
Alice’s body flushed hot. The gardener kept up his twirling tongue. She worked hard to stay still, but she wanted more. She wanted him to put a warm, smart finger inside her. She was close to climax. A well-placed finger would get her there for sure. She wanted to squirm. Heat pulsed through her and she held herself still.
The soldier spoke. She heard him through her heat.
“You, Alice, are hereby invited to join the queen in a game of croquet. Please follow us.”
The processional marched past her. Alice didn’t want to move, not yet.
Alice felt the tongue slip out, and a finger reposition her underwear. She sighed. The gardener came out from under her dress.
“Thank you for saving me,” he said. “I am truly grateful. Oh, and I painted your rose red.”
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Liz Adams, author of the erotic fairy tale Alice’s Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful Land, lives in the San Francisco Bay Area, CA. Liz studied music and creative writing at UCLA and worked as a freelance model before making her writing her career. In her spare time she cuddles with her husband on the couch to watch her favorite shows.
About Alice’s Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful Land
Having returned from university for the holidays, Alice can’t shake the truth: She’s still in love with her childhood crush Jack, the buff and handsome gardener. But as inexperienced as she is with the fine art of sexuality, and having never been able to achieve the big O, will she ever be good enough to satisfy Jack?
A fall deep down a well takes her to an erotic wonderland fairy tale where she can do her due diligence at learning how to please a man and how to achieve orgasm. She shares her sexual discoveries with a young man named “Rabbit” who likes to explore, a group of strong villagers, a “Caterpillar” who has more hands than Alice can handle, a Mad Hatter who finds Alice’s exquisite weakness, and a whole host of talented characters.
All lead to the Queen and her majesty’s dark secret. Will Alice’s sexual discovery be just the thing to snag her desired man Jack? And will her erotic fairy tale help her discover the key to her own pleasure?

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 What readers are saying…

“Liz Adams’ Alice’s Sexual Discovery is an exciting new erotic twist on the old fairytale. As you follow Alice through her journey, you will find yourself slipping into her delectable fantasies. The descriptions involve all of your senses, letting you feel each teasing touch, taste every musky man, and smell the steam of sex. Just when you think Alice is done teasing you, a new scenario pops up that will leave you craving more. I highly recommend that you take a journey and lose yourself in the passionate wonderland you never knew existed...until now.” - Rebecca Hoffman, editor with Grit City Publications and author of Drop in the Ocean:



“I have to confess I always thought Alice in Wonderland was a bit stupid. It didn’t quite captivate me and I figured my imagination just wasn’t that obscure. The same however can’t be said for Liz Adam’s wonderfully creative erotic rewrite. Right from the moment Alice falls down the hole we realize this is a very different – yet similar – Wonderland. It helps to have read the original because it’s just wonderful to see how Adam’s has re-imagined the characters and events. A rabbit? Sure, but it’s the name of a deliciously cute naked man. Off with their heads? Absolutely...but not the heads the original queen was after. Overall? This is deliciously wicked. Have a man or a vibrator with you when you read it.” - Simone Sinna, erotic-romance suspense author of Embedded and Exposé: simonesinna.com
“I loved this book. I read it almost all in one go. The story pulls you in and won’t let you leave, very much like Alice’s experience between the pages. Every scene is deliciously sensual as you follow Alice on an adventure to find what’s eluding her. Even when some of the encounters are as strange as events in the original, they are so naughty and outrageous you can’t help but be turned on by them. Liz Adams has created a fantastical world where anything can happen and her characters are so vividly drawn you really feel as though you are in the story. She keeps you on a knife edge right to the very end, just like Alice. Liz is a brilliant storyteller and her words flow effortlessly across the page. I promise you, you won’t be able to put it down.” ~ Lexie Bay, author of Inside Looking Out: http://lexiebay.co.uk
“A wild, erotic ride through the scenes of the book’s namesake, complete with all the characters, but in x-rated versions. A sexy adventure for Alice, ending in a completely romantic happily-ever-after. Erotic fantasy readers will love this book.” ~ Randi Alexander, Author of Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied: http://RandiAlexander.com
“Ms Adams has truly changed the way we look at fairy tales in this erotic tale that introduces you to the new rabbit hole! I look forward to more erotic tales from this talented author.” ~ Tonya Kinzer, Author of The Boss’s Pet series: http://tonyakinzer.com
“Liz has written a story that blows your mind. With lots of sloppy fingers, Alice’s clit throbs for attention from the naked buff men she meets along the way. With tongues that make Alice flood the world with her sweet elixir. Wow! In between that, the swallowing, chewing and licking certain types of...um body parts. Alice grows or shrinks to help her reach the perfect orgasm erotic style. With continual prodding and poking throughout the book, in search for sexual arousal. You’re going to wish you had a dress like Alice’s that will take you to Wonderland and back. So the whimpers will escape your lips.” - Melissa Craig, author of Plentiful Package: http://melissacraigauthor.wordpress.com

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May 23, 2012

Dance Me to the Stars by Marie Astor


By Marie Astor
Romance Lives Forever welcomes Marie Astor to the blog! Take it away, Marie, and dance us to the stars...

Twenty-eight-year-old Claire Chatfield has everything a girl could possibly wish for: looks, a promising career at New York's top architectural firm, and an engagement ring from one of New York's most eligible heir-bachelors! Life should be a dream, but when Alec Brunell, a sexy tango dancer, moves into the apartment one floor above from Claire's, he unwittingly awakens Claire's old insecurities, making her question her life choices. Will Claire brave her fears and allow herself to take a chance on Alec, or will she continue to play it safe?

In order to secure his place as his father's successor, thirty-three-year-old David Lawson must settle down with a wife befitting the future head of Lawson Enterprises - and who could fit the prerequisite better than the stunningly beautiful and incredibly bright Claire Chatfield? There is just one glitch – David Lawson is in love with another woman – a Hollywood Legend Claudia Block.

A successful tango instructor, Alec Brunell has never lacked for women's attention, but he finds himself at a loss when faced with his downstairs neighbor, Claire Chatfield. Upon hearing of his occupation, most women swoon with desire, but Claire runs for the door. Still, her iciness only adds fuel to his fire, and Alec is determined to change Claire's view of him.

Claudia Block has been basking in the limelight of Hollywood for more years than she cares to admit. While she still has her looks, she would much rather not mention her age, which makes her unconventional affair with young and handsome David Lawson that much more difficult for her to give up.

Dance Me to the Stars is a love story about finding one's perfect match - sometimes following one's heart is as convoluted as learning the steps of tango.

Dance Me to the Stars has been selected in the first round of entries in the General Fiction category in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel contest this year.

EXCERPT #1

Alec put down the paint roller and wiped his forehead on the back of his arm. Man, he was beat – he had forgotten how grueling physical labor could be. Sure, he worked out six days a week, not to mention daily dance practice, but painting walls made him discover muscles he didn't know he had. Every bit of his body throbbed, but at least he had gotten the job done – the south wall was painted red, and the other three were white. Now, all he needed was to wait for the paint to dry so that he could add a silhouette of a tango couple against the red background – that ought to complete the ambiance. He opened the small fridge and reached for a bottle of orange juice. The cool liquid soothed his parched throat. Holding the now half-empty bottle, Alec walked over to the window to check out his new view. All in all he was happy with his new digs: the rent was reasonable and the view was not bad either – from the top floor he had an unobstructed view of Second Avenue – not exactly the poshest of locations, but it would do.

One thing he had not counted on was fussy neighbors. Alec smiled, thinking of the unexpected visitor from the morning. "Claire," he mouthed her name, remembering her tousled chestnut hair and hazel eyes - even that bulky bathrobe she had been wearing could not conceal the shapely outlines of her body.

Of course, a girl like that was bound to be a challenge. But he had always liked challenge, and the fact that he was a professional tango dancer usually played in his favor. Usually, but it might not be so this time. Alec winced, remembering Claire's reaction to his innocent question about her music taste. What was all that about? he wondered - as far as he was concerned, no one could resist tango. Well, he would get to the bottom of Claire's music idiosyncrasies in due time, but in the meantime, he needed to think of a way to become more neighborly.

Dance Me to the Stars
"Think of the devil," Alec murmured, taking another gulp of orange juice as he spotted the subject of his thoughts exiting the lobby. Someone must have a hot night planned, he thought, examining every detail of Claire's outfit, which was far more flattering than the bathrobe he remembered from this morning. Now, she was dressed in a little black number that fitted her body to a T – his instincts had been right, from long, shapely legs to firm, flat stomach to wonderfully full breasts, her body was downright perfect, and the way her chestnut mane bounced down her back made Alec want to get to know his neighbor better. Heading out for a night on the town, Alec mused – it was Saturday night after all, and he was glad to remark the absence of a male companion by Claire's side. Suddenly, his new building looked even more appealing.

EXCERPT #2

"Hold it!" The elevator doors were about to close when a muscular arm jammed them open.

Startled, Claire stared at the switchboard stupidly, unable to locate the 'door open' button.

"Sorry about that." The owner of the arm slipped inside the elevator. He was dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt that clung to his lean, muscular torso. His dark-brown hair brushed against the nape of his neck. In one hand he was carrying a can of black paint and in the other a large paper bag. Two earphone wires swirled from his neck to his chest and over his taut stomach to the iPod that was tucked into the front pocket of his jeans. "Could you press twelve please?"

"Sure." Claire held her breath and lowered her eyes, hoping that she would not be recognized. There was no place like the elevator to illustrate the theory of relativity. An elevator ride that normally lasted only a couple of minutes now felt like an eternity.

The man pushed his back against the wall and exhaled as he unplugged his earphones, letting them hang on his neck. "Crazy day." He grinned at Claire. "Oh, forgive me – how rude of me. It's Claire, right? I'm Alec – your new neighbor – we met before…"

"Hello." Claire smiled tartly and felt her face grow warm in spite of herself.

"I hope I haven't been bothering you with the music." Alec smiled apologetically. "I've gotten these." He motioned to the earphones.

"It's fine, really." Claire forced herself to ignore the distant sounds of tango that were emanating from the tiny earphones.

"I promise you it won't happen again. I still can't live down the fact that I woke you up on a Saturday morning. May I take you out for a cup of coffee, or better yet, a drink to make up for it?"

Claire ignored the playfulness in his tone. "No worries – already forgotten." She fumbled with her keys in order to avoid looking at his face. "So, you're doing more painting?" She purposely fixed her stare on the can of paint.

"Just some finishing touches and then I'll be ready to move in."

"Good for you. Well, this is my floor – good luck with the painting." Claire bolted out of the elevator.

EXCERPT #3

Claire's purchase was almost wrapped up when the front door swung open, blowing in a fresh burst of May air. Hearing the noise, Claire turned toward the source of distraction and immediately regretted her decision.

"Are you OK?" Lindsay nudged her. "Your face is all flushed."

"I'm fine," Claire murmured. "I'm just really hungry that's all – let's go grab a bite to eat after this." Claire ducked her head, hoping to remain unnoticed.

"Claire?"

She had only heard his voice a handful of times, and yet, it was enough to unleash a flurry of goose bumps on her skin. "Hi Alec." Claire widened her lips in a bright smile, attempting to sound nonchalant.

"Hi, I'm Lindsay." Lindsay stepped in, alternately darting curious glances at Claire and Alec.

"This is Alec, my new neighbor." Claire swiped away at an unruly strand of hair that fell over her forehead.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lindsay." Alec momentarily tore his gaze away from Claire.

"Likewise. So, are you an art fan, Alec?" Lindsay asked, clearly oblivious to Claire's tense state.

"You could certainly say that, although dance is my first love, as Claire might have told you."

"No, she did not."

"Alec is a big tango fan," Claire cut in, eager to put an end to this unnerving chitchat.

"Actually, I'm a dance teacher – I teach tango and I also compete professionally." Alec's dark brown gaze found Claire's. "I'm afraid Claire and I had started off on the wrong foot when I inadvertently woke her up on a Saturday morning by playing my tango music too loud, but I hope that she has forgiven me."

Alec kept his gaze on Claire during the entire tirade, and all she could do was blush and mumble a muffled yes.

"Ah, that's much better." Alec exhaled, his muscular chest puffing out. "I've always had a good rapport with all of my neighbors and I was hoping that my good record would not get marred. So, are you doing some decorating, Claire?"

"I'm buying an anniversary gift for my boyfriend," Claire snapped, wishing the store clerk would hurry up with the wrapping.

"Oh, I see. Well, I'm sorry to have bothered you – I'll be on my way now."

As Alec walked away, Claire was caught off guard by a sudden sense of regret. "Come, let's get out of here." She grabbed Lindsay's arm.

"So, are you going to tell me what that was all about?" Lindsay stared at Claire once they stood outside the gallery.

"Yeah, but I need a drink first."

EXCERPT #4

I wonder what's he doing up there? Claire mused, as she recounted her earlier encounter with Alec at the art gallery: the flirtatious tone of his voice, the playful sparks in his eyes, the way his hair brushed against his neck. She had been so brisk with him, her voice prim and her lips set, while all she wanted to do instead was break into a smile and flirt right back. What harm could there be in a little flirtation? But with Alec, she could not bring herself to say anything other than matter-of-fact remarks – every time she saw him, something inside her constricted, making her run for the cover of prudishness. The forced primness felt both a haven and a jail – a haven from anything that might go awry, and a jail that precluded anything wonderful from happening, for that was exactly the emotion that stirred in her every time she ran into Alec – that something incredibly wonderful might happen. It was also the emotion that sent Claire scurrying for cover, acting as a bona fide ice maiden, leaving her trapped in her own confusion. Just what it was about Alec that affected her so, Claire had no idea – she barely knew the guy, and yet, every time she saw him, she felt her breath catch.

The sensible part of Claire knew that nothing good could come out of her ambiguous feelings for her upstairs neighbor. From what she could tell, Alec was a good-for-nothing flirt, and Claire did not intend to encourage him when she was happily in love with David. I'll just look up one more time and then I'll be on my way, Claire thought. What she saw next confirmed her misgivings. Now, there were two silhouettes in the window instead of one: a woman and a man. The female shade arched her back in Alec's arms as he tilted her back, leaning over her. Claire looked away, as though jolted by electricity. Even without the music, she could recognize the pattern of tango – Alec was so in sync with his partner that it looked as though the two were connected by an invisible thread. Oh, what Claire would give to be able to lose herself to music so completely, and even more, to know her lover's arms were there to hold her.

Back in her apartment, Claire threw her bag on the dresser and sank into her couch. As she closed her eyes, she could hear faint sounds of a milonga coming through her ceiling – it was more a throbbing than an actual sound, but it was still enough for her to hear the rhythm of the sensual dance. Right now, separated by only a couple of feet of flooring above her, Alec held another woman in his arms. To Claire, she was only a faceless shade, an outline, but to him she was flesh and bones, her body pressing firmly against his. And what a body it was – the glimpse that Claire had caught through the window left her speechless with intimidation – a willowy, slender flute of a body, a dancer's body that was full of grace – the kind of grace that Claire would never dare attempt.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Marie Astor is the author of contemporary romance novels Dance Me to the Stars, On the Rim of Love, and Lucky Charm. Marie Astor has also authored a collection of short stories A Chance Encounter and Other Stories. Marie's latest contemporary romance novel, Dance Me to the Stars, has been selected in the first round of entries in the General Fiction category in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel contest this year. Currently, Marie is working on her next novel – a first installment in her romantic suspense series.

Author Website: http://marieastor.com/
Marie Astor

Books by Marie Astor

Dance Me to the Stars – a contemporary romance about finding one's perfect match.

On the Rim of Love – a contemporary romance about the unexpected power of love.

Lucky Charm – a humorous contemporary romance about love, luck, and friendship.

A Chance Encounter and Other Stories – a short story collection about love and everyday life.

May 21, 2012

Test Drive (Sex) by Kharisma Rhayne


Bound by Temptation.
Do you remember your very first test drive? The way it felt as your hand gripped it tightly? The way it "revved" up for you? Do you remember that feel of satisfaction and relief? The way you couldn't wait to take it out for another spin?
I'm not talking about a car here darlings. I'm not even talking your first time. That initial test drive. He's never seen you naked, you've never seen him naked, and you've never fully explored each other's bodies. Just the thought is hot. Right?
A new guy, he's hot and you just have to test drive him. Nothing will get his attention faster than simply telling him you'd like to test drive him or asking him if he'd like to fuck. I prefer test drive. After asking, I can follow up by asking if he's a V-6 or a V-8. I make it clear I don't deal with V-4's and I prefer V-8's – a V-12 will most likely get him more than an initial test drive.
Now that you've picked your car, you have to put him to the test. Ladies, you do not have to be a dominant character to do this. In the bedroom, my partner is always in control, even when you would think he wasn't. The difference is, I'm taking a more active role, not actually being dominant. Always go for broke your first time with someone. There is no do over. Yes, you can get more creative, know more about one another -- but there is only one very first time with any partner. However, you can make all your experiences like this first time. Learn to love every inch of your man's body and let him love every inch of yours.
Undress for him. Allow him to watch. As I've mentioned in an earlier article, you don't need to do anything fancy. There's no need for music or dancing. Besides, in some cases, you want him to just see you, not wonder if you used to give lap dances when you were 21. Then be brave. Ask him to undress for you. And watch. Closely!
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Watch as he pulls his shirt over his head. Take a good look at his waistline, his lower abs, his chest. Then give him a deep look into his eyes. Let him know you're as visual as he is and he's on the spot right now. As he unfastens his pants take it in, watch him. Pay attention to how they slide down his hips, how they hit the floor, how he kicks them away from his feet. Now, if he's commando, that's the end of this part of your show. If he is wearing underwear (preferably boxer briefs for me -- HOT!) don't let him turn around to take them off. Watch his cock pop right out of them at you when he pulls them down. Generally, I'd say watch those slide down too, but I'm too interested in the new prize that has just been released for me. So, honestly, I'm viewing his cock and wondering at a good glimpse of his balls. Is he one of the guys that likes them touched or left alone?
Finally, you're both naked. Get him on the bed and admire every inch of him. Let him know that his turn is coming. You'll be all his as soon as you're done with him -- and keep your word. The key is all in your touching and your eyes. Let him see you watch him. Let him see your eyes take in every small detail of his body as you touch him. And don't just touch him with your hands. Use your mouth, your tongue, your hair, your breasts, even your body.
One thing here that I definitely have to mention, do NOT be afraid to let him know that you're enjoying him. So many women thing they should be silent in bed. No moaning, no panting, no other little random noises. Come on! Do you have any idea how much more that turns your partner on? To see, feel and hear your enjoyment. It doesn't matter that he's not touching you at this point. Trust me; my partner can get sounds out of me not having even laid a hand on me. Sometimes it's the anticipation of his coming kiss and knowing he'll be pressing his body against mine. Other times it's just me touching him and looking at him. Your partner should turn you on like that. If not, do something like this more often. Really get a feel for how they look without their clothes. Learn to enjoy their body.
Pay attention to his nipples (no they aren't just for ladies). Run your hand and your mouth down his abs. Rub his balls (gently of course...figure out what he likes) and stroke his cock. Climb on top of him and rub your body against his. I am serious. He will enjoy it.
As you do your test drive more often, it can still feel new. Add new things to it. You'll know each other a little better each time. Maybe he likes to be bitten, or maybe he likes the feel of your nails digging into him. Add those for him. He doesn't have to be inside you and pounding away to get those things from you. Do them while you're still admiring his body. See the reaction the sensations give him.
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Each time you finish with him, allow him his turn. Don't be afraid to squirm. And again, don't be afraid to let him hear how he's making you feel. Let him see and explore just as you did with him. Remember, you can't expect him to give if you won't too. Does he do something that really drives you crazy? Let him know. He'll do it more often if he knows. Your partner can't always tell that there's a certain way you might like something over another. Some even prefer some direction. Don't be afraid to tell them.
Keeping sex new is the biggest part of any relationship. With that, it doesn't mean you need six hundred days of six hundred new things. You'll find things you enjoy and they'll feel new each and every time they're done. This is one of those techniques for my husband and I. I never tire of looking at him. I never tire of the way he feels under my fingertips, how he tastes on my tongue. No matter how many times we've done this, it's just as exciting each time. Watching his arousal, feeling your own arousal and hearing it....it never gets old.
I wish this works the same for any one of you who tries it. It's a great way to get to know one another and a total way to be intimate. May you and your partner have many, many test drives in your future.
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May 18, 2012

Hillary Peak: On Wings of Love


Wings of Hope.
Hillary, welcome to Romance Lives Forever. Tell us, what is the most important thing you do for your career?
I keep writing and keep promoting! Even on those days that it seems like it isn't possible to make it.
What do you enjoy most about life?
I love to have fun. My mother once told me that wasn't what life was about, but I find that it is the only thing really. I love hanging out with my husband and our two year old. The joy she finds in things makes me so happy.
What did you learn from writing your first book?
I can do better—and I did. My next two novels are progressively better.
If you could give the younger version of yourself advice what would it be?
Do something you love. You spend WAY too much time working to not enjoy it.
What are some jobs you've done that would end up in a book?
Most of my jobs ended up in my first novel, Cappuccino is the Answer for Job Dissatisfaction. In fact, I started writing because I quit a crazy job after two days. People would have tears rolling down their cheeks when I told them about it. I figured I'd write in down and send it into Reader's Digest—instead, I wrote a novel.
List two authors we would find you reading when taking a break from your own writing.
I would read anything J.K. Rowling writes.
If Diane Satterfield ever writes another novel (her first was The Thirteenth Tale), I'll be reading it.
If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?
San Francisco.
What song would best describe your life?
You and me against the world.
As a child, what was your favorite thing about school?
Talking to friends!
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I love pizza with mushrooms and olives
I'm always ready for shopping.
When I'm alone, I read.
You'd never be able to tell, but I played the piano really well at one time (i.e. I played Beethoven's Fifth Symphony for a recital).
If I had a halo it would be slightly tarnished.
If I could do anything, I'd go on Dancing with the Stars!
I can never relax because I'm constantly thinking about what else I need to do.

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Wings of Hope (Kindle)
Wings of Hope (Paperback)
 
Blurb: The letter said he was dying, that’s all Jules Weinstein knows when she leaves her life in San Francisco and moves to New York City to be with her father. She goes for the remarkable opportunity to really know her father. She never dreamed he had liberated a concentration camp, dealt cards to Bugsy Siegel or saved the life of a Black Panther. Wings of Hope is a road trip through the memories of a man making peace with his life. Little does she know that by getting to know her father, she will find herself. While her father struggles with whether his life was meaningful, Jules discovers that her father’s last gift to her is the ability to reach for her dreams. Her journey teacher her that “the goodbye” is sometimes the most heartbreakingly beautiful part of life.
Genre: Literary Fiction
My Booklist
Wings of Hope
Cappuccino is the Answer for Job Dissatisfaction
Books Coming Soon
Justice Scorned, a legal thriller
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May 17, 2012

Touch of the Gods: The Wager by DX Luc


Touch of the Gods.
Have You Been Touched?
Love and war are usually opposing forces. So, what happens if they make a bet? Everyone has someone, right? But is everything really fair in love and war? Heph isn’t the perfect guy, at least not where he lives and being a divorced bachelor is the worst. Pressured by his brother and nephew to find a mate, he moves to a new place, determined find ‘The One’.
He finds her living next door and when they meet? They nearly go at it on the front lawn. Heph knows he has to do this the right way, but he just can't keep his hands off of the curvy, full-bodied Vanessa. Once he touches her, it sets a catastrophe into motion, and he may lose the first woman who could ever love him.
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Tell us about the main character in your current book. What is he like?
Hephaestus, the god of inventors, blacksmiths, and volcanoes. Sounds great right? To be immortal and all powerful. Well, for this guy, he's hated by all the other gods, divorced from  Aphrodite. He's lame and unloved making his self esteem not the greatest. But he's loyal to his family, and has a bit of hope that his day for happiness will come.
If your main character was here today, what would he say is his strongest point?
The strongest point for Heph would be the fact that he's an excellent handy man. He can fix anything and everything.
Does he think he has a weakness? (If so, what does he think it is? What does his lover think it is? What does his enemy think it is?)
Being the everyday punching bag, his self esteem is the weakness Hephaestus lives with. Because of the accident he suffered as a baby, he has a limp. For a god, any imperfection makes one unworthy. So, he suffers with image problems and is pretty anti-social.
What drives your hero to do the things he does? What makes him want to be the "good guy?"
Hephaestus is a loving spirit. He works hard to please his customers and those he loves. Never the type to do things half way, the way Heph lives is by giving 100%.
What's your main character's favorite guilty pleasure?
Listening to rap music and singing it as loud as possible.
If you didn't know how old you were how old would you be?
Physically Hephaestus would look to be in his twenties. But in actuality he's close to the age when man first came to be.
A biography has been written about you. What do you think the title would be in six words or less?
How To Embarrass Your Older Brother.
If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?
Hawaii. Hephaestus is the god of volcanoes. He'd see that they stayed inactive.
What song would best describe your life?
The Way I Am by Eminem
If you were a tool, what would people use you to do?
Hammer in things. Heph loves his hammer.
Picture yourself as a store. Considering your personality and lifestyle, what type of products would be sold there?
Every tool and power tool known to man.
As a child, what was your favorite thing about school?
Heph lived among humans after being cast from Olympus. His favorite class was in the blacksmith forges.
Tell us an embarrassing story that has to do with a pet. If you have no pets, a story about a significant other will do. ^_^
Hephaestus once owned a pig. He later learned that the pig was in fact his former neighbor who had been cursed by his older brother Ares. Sadly that pig had been sold for more tools and the neighbor's wife wasn't too thrilled with him.
If you came with a warning label, what would it say?
Watch out for the Prince Albert. It vibrates.
Please Fill in the Blanks (as the character)
I love pizza with a bottle of tequila.
I'm always ready for the next shoe to drop.
When I'm alone, I long to be accepted.
You'd never be able to tell, but I'm a really big teddy bear.
If I had a halo it would be melted after working in the forge.
If I could fly I'd never have fallen from Olympus in the first place.
I can never like my brother Ares because he's a douche bag.
Other books by D. X. Luc
Down the Yellow Brick Road: Finding Homesickness -- New Concepts Publishing
A Zombie Hunter's Holiday -- New Concepts Publishing
About D. X. Luc
An avid reader since I was a child, I never found a book I disliked. Mostly, you could find me lost in Shakespeare, Edgar Allen Poe, or Ernest Hemingway, and my most favorite, Ancient Greek literature. Taking my love of books, I started writing poetry, short stories, and even helped with screen writes for my drama club.
By the time I was in my teens, my older sister introduced me to my first romance novel, The Hawk and the Dove by Virginia Henley. The moment I fell into the world of love, I was hooked, and my addiction grew until I found myself delving deeper into the erotic. After being convinced that I had the skills to try my hand at writing, I went to work on my first story Down the Yellow Brick Road: Finding Home. And since being published, I've not looked back.
Now, as a busy mom who homeschools, drives to activities, and manages to find time to just cuddle with my husband of ten years, I have to say, I love being naughty when I get the chance. It's freeing and I wouldn't want it any other way!
Books Coming Soon
Just had a new release Touch of the Gods: The Wager on Amazon
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May 14, 2012

Random Act of Kindness Blitz for Janet E Jones

A smile. An encouraging word. A thoughtful gesture. Each day people interact with us, help, and make our day a bit brighter and full. This is especially true in the Writing Community

Take a second to think about writers you know, like the critique partner who works with you to improve your manuscript. The writing friend who listens, supports and keeps you strong when times are tough. The author who generously offers council, advice and inspiration when asked.

So many people take the time to make us feel special, don't they? They comment on our blogs, re-tweet our posts, chat with us on forums and wish us Happy Birthday on Facebook.


Kindness ROCKS!

To commemorate the release of their book The Emotion Thesaurus, Becca and Angela at The Bookshelf Muse are hosting a TITANIC Random Act Of Kindness BLITZ. And because I think KINDNESS is contagious, I'm participating too!

**I am Blitzing Janet Elizabeth Jones who is an author, artist, graphic designer, web designer, and friend. For more than eight years, she has faithfully encouraged me, and no matter how things were going with her own career -- good or bad -- she has always taken time to help me with mine. As my RAOK, I am going to tweet a link to her book Incubus, which is one of my favorite reads, every day for a month. I hope it brings her new readers and introduces many new people to her universe of amazing vampires and other creatures.Meical rocks! To help me make this gift to Janet special, will you join her very quiet announcement group The Night Raven Enclave? Thank you. She will be amazed, as she has no idea I'm doing this! There are many for whom and to whom I am profoundly grateful. Rather than try to name them (because I would miss some due to my own memory), I pledge to work to let them know I appreciate them in every way I can. I hope you'll do the same with folks who are special to you.

Do you know someone that you'd like to randomly acknowledge? Don't be shy--come join us and celebrate! Send them an email, give them a shout out, or show your appreciation in another way. Kindness makes the world go round. :)

Becca and Angela have a special RAOK gift waiting for you as well, so hop on over to The Bookshelf Muse to pick it up.

Have you ever participated in or been the recipient of a Random Act Of Kindness?  Let me know in the comments!

May 12, 2012

Neptune the Briarhearted by D. N. Lyons

Neptune the Briarhearted.
Today, Romance Lives Forever is featuring a long-time friend, muse, and critique partner. I'm going to let her take over the blog... stand back, world. =^_^=  You have been warned.
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File: D.N. "Nicki" Lyons
Age: 27.1 years old
Offending Document: Neptune the Briarhearted – Book I: The Beginning
Insanity Level: Bipolar Schizophrenic.
So I woke up this morning with a blistering sinus headache. I mean, oh my God, fires of Hell, someone smashed me in the face with a spanner sinus headache. What do you think I did about that?
Yeah, it wasn't too unusual. So I just sat down, watched People's Court, and drank a disgusting concoction made of beets, spinach and assorted fruit. Then I went to the gym and lifted almost one and a half times my body weight. Pretty standard.
You see, I'm the kind of girl who lurches out of bed in the morning, cusses out the cat when her blanket smells like pee, and drinks either a metric fuckton of caffeine for breakfast or has nothing at all. I like my mornings like I like my Tetris games: hard and fast.
Recently I published my first novel, Neptune the Briarhearted – Book I: The Beginning. It's a lovely little tale, filled with humor, dark Lords, demons and magic, all mixed up in a pot with a black-skinned, blonde-haired Wizard. Genetic limitations have no meaning to the Planetaries.
This is in the same world (though far before that time) as "What Flavor Are You?" a short story that is definitely not meant for the kiddies. But this one—Neptune the Briarhearted, that is—is YA. Harry Potter kinda stuff, or Lord of the Rings. Not adult in content—and kids like Wizards and Elves a lot more than adults do, to hear my local librarians talk. (The hand-drawn graphic novel type cover is a plus.)
So…if you want it, you can either order a preorder copy directly from me (only 59 of the limited print are left, and they are signed and numbered in the back, autographed in the front), or rush to your local bookstore to have them carry it. If you ask Amazon really nicely, they might put it on the Kindle. ^_^

And hey—Don't be a stranger! Come on over to my neck of the woods sometime.
Buy a first print: (PayPal is the only online payer I use right now. But snail mail or Western Union is also o.k.…just no cash. Personal checks are fine too.)
locke.saintaugustin (at) rocketmail.com

Get in touch: (Add me as a friend! I don't bite. And if your kiddies want a poster, ask here.)

May 10, 2012

Passion in Prose by Cecilia Tan

Romance Lives Forever is in the hands of Cecilia Tan today, who will be talking about Passion in Prose and Daron's Guitar Chronicles, her labor of love...
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Would you think I was crazy if I told you I've been writing a book for thirty years? (THIRTY YEARS!) I suppose it might matter how long the book is, right? Because I've been writing Daron's Guitar Chronicles since I was a teenager. It's not exactly a "book," partly because of how long it is. It's not a novel, but it is a story. That means it's not a "romance," but it is a love story.

The main reason I can't call it a romance is because most people's idea of a romance is so strict. For one thing, people expect the love interest in a romance to be introduced in the first chapter. That doesn't happen in Daron's Guitar Chronicles. DGC is a story about a young guitar player trying to make it in the 1980s. He's got conflict with his father, an uphill battle to success, and on top of that, he's in the closet. Finding the love he needs to survive is an even steeper road than the road to fame.

Why don't we meet Daron's love interest in the beginning of the book? Because Daron isn't ready to meet him yet. Daron isn't just in the closet. He's deeply afraid of what might happen if people find out he's gay. He's been fed homophobic crap his entire life and even though if you called him on it he'd say he didn't believe it, deep down, somehow, he does. He doesn't believe himself deserving of love and thinks he's a pervert for the way his hormones take over sometimes and make him act on his lust and frustration.

Many romances are the story of one person learning to love another. But Daron is so weighed down by self-hate, by internalized homophobia, that before he can learn to love someone else, he needs to learn to love himself. Fortunately, he gathers people around him who love him without judging him, though it takes time.

And that's the real truth of the matter. It takes time to get over something as complicated and deep-rooted as internalized homophobia. Which is why this story couldn't be told in one, short novel. It needed to start early in Daron's life and move gradually through all the twists and turns of him coming of age and figuring stuff out. It's a love story and that means all kinds of love, family, friends, lust, and also romantic love.

The story's length and gradual development are what kept me from publishing it for so long. Gay publishers wanted me to cut it down and concentrate on the coming out. Romance publishers wanted me to cut it down and concentrate on one main relationship. Literary publishers wanted me to cut down the pop culture references.

I found I couldn't do any of those things without ruining everything that makes the story work, everything that made my friends who read the early drafts call it "addictive."

This is why I've been publishing Daron's Guitar Chronicles on the web as a serial. You can read it for free starting here: (http://daron.ceciliatan.com/archives/1) But there is one warning. It is addictive. Readers fall in love with Daron. But eventually they catch up to the most recent chapter, and then they have to wait for the next installment. Just like a TV show or a comic book, they have to wait for the next episode. The story will eventually be finished, but for now everyone is invited to fall in love with Daron the way I have and to come along for the ride, which is still going through the ups and downs of his life.

And then for those who enjoy reading on paper, I'm running a Kickstarter right now to raise the money to make an actual print version, and for those who read on Kindle or other e-reader, there are already three volumes of ebooks available. You can get them most places ebooks are sold and also by supporting the Kickstarter as a reward gift, and for a slightly higher contribution, get the printed book, too. For all the details about helping fund a printed version, visit the Kickstarter page here: http://kck.st/IlE7Bi

Love is ultimately the most rewarding thing I've found to write about. I write about sex, I write about passion, I write about trying to make the world a better place. I write IN ORDER to make the world a better place, whether that's through helping readers to understand how terrible homophobia can be, or through helping them to escape tough issues in their own lives by escaping into my character's world for a while. I do it because I love it, and I hope my readers love it right back.
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Daron's Guitar Chronicles interview

Cecilia, tell us about the main character in your current book. What is he like?
Daron is a headstrong young musician. He's very closeted because he was raised to think being gay is something bad, and yet he's very confident in his worth as a human being because of his musical talent. That makes for a somewhat neurotic package, but he tries not to take himself too seriously. He's funny in a deadpan sort of way, and he tries never to let his wounds show. In that way, he's the opposite of a drama queen.
If your main character was here today, what would he say is his strongest point?
His musical talent. Daron feels he's got a gift and he just doesn't question it, even when he is insecure about everything else in life.
Does he think he has a weakness?
His biggest weakness is definitely his hang-ups about sex and sexuality. It leaves him vulnerable.
What drives your hero to do the things he does? What makes him want to be the "good guy?"
Daron's got a lot of bad role models in his life. His father's a two-bit con man, he is taken advantage of sexually by a roommate, and in the music business it's very hard to know who to trust. But he tries to be better than all that. For a while he event thinks trying to be "good" includes denying his own sexuality.
What's your main character's favorite guilty pleasure?
Daron's secret pleasure is dancing in his living room to very loud funk and R&B.

 Personal Info: Daron

A biography has been written about you. What do you think the title would be in six words or less?
Oh jeez. I suppose "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" is already taken, right? Just kidding. If it was written by someone who liked me they'd hopefully title it something more like "I Love Rock and Roll." If it was written by someone who didn't like me, they'd try to get cute, a tell-all book called "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" or something insinuating like that.
If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?
I've pretty much settled on staying in Boston. I know I don't want to live in Los Angeles. I'm from New Jersey originally and I always thought I'd move to New York City, but having lived in Boston for a while I've realized how nice it is. I'm on the road a lot, so I'm not home as much as I might like. But when I am, I really appreciate how laid back things are in Boston.
What song would best describe your life?
I've written a lot of songs about my life. It's too difficult to pick one. At any given time it's probably the song I wrote most recently. I just wrote one called "Infernal Medicine" which is about how relationships can be poisonous. You need that person to heal you, you know? But sometimes they're the wrong one. The title came from a trip to the doctor I took. The sign said "Internal Medicine" but I mis-read it. A whole song came out of that.
If you were a tool, what would people use you to do?
Ha. Tune guitars. No question.
As a child, what was your favorite thing about school?
I pretty much hated school. I was a loner. I got picked on. The only reason I didn't get bullied worse was because I faded into the woodwork so much. The only good thing was probably music class, but even that was a chore sometimes. When I got to junior high, though, and started playing the guitar at lunch on the warm days when we were allowed to eat outside, that was my favorite thing for sure. I wouldn't even bother to eat. I'd just sit on a picnic table and play and that was how I went from being a band nerd who got picked on to being "cool." As long as I had a guitar in my hands, I was cool. That's still true today,  I guess.
If you came with a warning label, what would it say?
Haha! "Do Not Eat." I think sometimes I'm as toxic to other people as they are to me. Or to one person in particular, anyway.

Please Fill in the Blanks (as Daron)

I love pizza with my bandmates at midnight after rehearsal.
I'm always ready for a gig.
When I'm alone, I write songs about being not alone.
You'd never be able to tell, but I really love bubblegum pop. I'm supposed to hate it, I'm supposed to be a snob about it, but people don't appreciate how great a good pop tune is.
If I had a halo it would be rusted.
If I could pick one person's brain I'd pick David Bowie's.
I can never be fully happy because I'm too f'd up.

About the Author

Cecilia Tan is "simply one of the most important writers, editors, and innovators in contemporary American erotic literature," according to Susie Bright. In 1992 Tan founded Circlet Press, a category-busting independent press that mixes science fiction/fantasy with erotica, and which added an erotic romance line, Clasp Editions, in 2011. Tan is the author of many books, including the romances Mind Games, The Hot Streak, and the Magic University series. Her gay high fantasy erotic romance THE PRINCE'S BOY is a current nominee for the Pauline Reage Novel Award for BDSM-positive fiction.
Her short stories have appeared in Ms. Magazine, Nerve, Best American Erotica, Asimov's Science Fiction, and tons of other places. She was inducted into the Saints and Sinners Hall of Fame for LBT gwriters in 2010, was a recipient of the Lifetime Achievement Award from the National Leather Association in 2001, and won the inaugural Rose & Bay Awards for crowdfunded fiction in 2010 for Daron's Guitar Chronicles. She lives in the Boston area with her lifelong partner corwin and three cats.

Find Cecilia Here

Find Daron Here

May 9, 2012

Dawne Prochilo on Over Promoting


First Chance.
I am a huge advocate when it comes to over-promoting. I constantly see authors overdo the promotions of their books. Granted I know the excitement is there. You want the world to know. You also want the world to buy one copy. Right?
Well, I unexpectedly was off-line for the last few weeks due to personal events and a quick trip to Florida. And in that time I noticed something. Sales for my two self published books dipped. They fell. They tumbled some. Hell, I'll be honest... they crashed faster than the stock market did under the democratic politicians.
Sales for my prequel to When We Meet Again, First Chance, was HOT! It hit number 61 in the Amazon Top 100 Best Sellers back in March when it was first released.
Then came Insatiable Kate- an erotic tale that was once part of an anthology but when the rights reverted back to me, it was off and running as a self-published book on Amazon.
Now what are their standings? *looks around* I don't want to discuss it. Not one single promotion anywhere online for over three weeks... and there was a noticeable difference and I know my payment from Amazon will reflect the slump. So what to do now?
Insatiable Kate
Light promotions. I will be offering Insatiable Kate free next weekend for Mother's Day. My mindset is that moms will receive gift certificate for Mother's Day (Hint** buy some ebooks for mom this year) and while she's on Amazon shopping, she will see my freebie. Win-win here. She gets a free bonus book to read and I may gain a new reader for my fan base.
Now, I did mention LIGHT promotions. So do NOT expect to see me over-flood the already saturated groups and loops with my freebie. I'm hoping and praying for word of mouth exposure.
So now my main question is this... were sales through the roof due to the fact that these were new releases? Or did the sales falter because I didn't promote at all?
The $64-million dollar question I hope to have an answer for within a month. So stay tuned in for these 'test' results.
*the original post is part of my Promo Monday blog series. But this is an experiment I wanted to share with a broader audience. as I'm sure many authors have seen the same sales influx* 
Also on July 14 and July 15, the Marketing For RomanceWriters group are hosting various workshops on promoting and techniques. Please be sure to join us.

May 8, 2012

Interview with Author AT Weaver


Acceptance.
Welcome to Romance Lives Forever. Tell us about your latest book, including its genre. Does it cross over to other genres? If so, what are they?
My latest work is Catriona’s Curse. So far I’ve written just gay novels, but this one delves into reincarnation and Paganism.
How do you come up with ideas?
Not really sure. It’s usually when I’m trying to fall asleep.
What is the single most important part of writing for you?
Trying to make my characters and their surroundings seem real.
What do you enjoy most about writing?
Coming up with dialogue.
What do you enjoy most about life?
Just life itself. When I was younger, I really enjoyed traveling and wish I still could.
Where do you start when writing? Research, plotting, outline, or...?
I guess you’d say plotting. I decide what I want to happen and then set out to make it happen to my characters.
What did you learn from writing your first book? 
That I wasn’t crazy for wanting to do this.
Would you consider self publishing?
I have self-published all three of my books. The first one, I went through a self-publishing company. I’m still in the hole. The other two, I went through Create Space which is free.
How many hours a day to you spend writing?
Not as many as I should. Probably more like how many hours a week do I spend? Sometimes, I can write for four or five hours straight. But then, I have to stop and think about things for up to a week before I even write another word.
If you could give the younger version of yourself advice what would it be?
Be yourself – stick up for your beliefs. In my younger days, my life was ruled by my mother telling me, “What you want is to….” i.e. give up music to take office practice, move away from my home town, get married, study dental hygiene (that one I didn’t do.) Then the next twenty-three years, I did what my now ex-husband told me to.
Are your stories driven by plot or character?
I think by character. I think of my character first, then my plot.
How do you balance a life outside of writing with deadlines and writing muses?
Considering I live alone, and am retired, the only life I have outside of writing is church.
What is the craziest thing you did as a kid, and would it ever end up in a book?
Well, I didn’t do it myself, but two boys pulled me down a hill in a sleeping bag after they threw a sweaty saddle blanket over my head. It does sound like something Andrew (in my first book) would have done. I’ll have to think about that.
What are some jobs you've done that would end up in a book?
I worked as an accountant for forty years, and Alex in my first book was a CPA.
If I was a first time reader of your books, which one would you recommend I start with and why?
I think it would be Acceptance. Because of the underlying message of the story. Just because your son is gay is no reason not to accept him as a good man, a respected human.
What do you hope readers take with them after reading your work?
The knowledge that underneath all the negative publicity about gay couples, they are really no different from straight couples. We all want the same things – someone to hold us when we cry and to laugh with us when we laugh and above all someone to love.
Catriona's Curse
List two authors we would find you reading when taking a break from your own writing.
Nora Roberts and Ann McCaffery.
Why did you start writing?
In 2003 (at the age of 60) I met about 3,000 gay men through a TV show. They educated me to the problems facing the gay community. One of them said he would like to see a story “where the boy meets the boy and they ride off into the sunset together.” That’s what I try to portray – happily ever after.
A biography has been written about you. What do you think the title would be in six words or less?
She Did What People Expected
If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?
The highlands of Scotland
What song would best describe your life?
One Day At A Time
Picture yourself as a store. Considering your personality and lifestyle, what type of products would be sold there?
Colorful things like balloons, flowers, streamers, and banners.
As a child, what was your favorite thing about school?
Band
Do you play any online, board, or role-playing games? Which ones?
I used to play D&D with some people, but haven’t for eight years. I play Farm Town on Facebook.
Tell us an embarrassing story that has to do with a pet. If you have no pets, a story about a significant other will do. ^_^
I hope that includes my ex-husband. We were on the way to a picnic once and he split his pants. The only thing we could find to repair them was a stapler.
If you came with a warning label, what would it say?
Danger: explosive temper

Please Fill in the Blanks

I love pizza with pineapple and ham.
I'm always ready for adventure.
When I'm alone, I like the quiet.
You'd never be able to tell, but I used to love to dance.
If I had a halo it would be a rainbow.
If I could travel I'd go back to Scotland.
First Impressions Don't Count
I can never get married again because Blackfox died (he promised if I ever got stupid enough to get married again, he’d pipe me to the altar).

My Booklist

Acceptance: One Man’s Quest
First Impressions Don’t count
Cartiona’s Curse

Books Coming Soon

Working on two stories, but they don’t have titles yet. One is a venture into paranormal about a werewolf.

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