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April 22, 2012
Guest Blogger: Anya Richards
My husband constantly complains at the twistiness of my brain, usually as I try to explain my latest plot and the elements I’m combining to create the story. At times like that I put my nose in the air and remind him how much more difficult his life would be if I focused those particular talents on him, rather than use them in my books! But that slightly unscrupulous willingness to cause drama and turn the well-known on its head, while a pain in the butt in real life, is a good gift for an author.
Honest, honey. It is… *shifty eyes*
Recently I started branching out from historical romances and took on the world of fantasy/paranormal, but I couldn’t leave my love of history and myth behind and had to add my own twist to some familiar concepts.
It started simply enough with reading about Churchill, Manitoba, the Polar Bear Capital of the world, on the internet. Of course, I clicked on link after link, going from sites about modern-day Churchill to Inuit culture and myths, and so on. Before you could say, “Get back to work” I had the outline for Arctic Destiny, which was released by Ellora’s Cave Publishing earlier this year. In this book a sexy Polar bear shifter and the tenacious lover he had to leave behind collide with erotic, soul-stirring and potentially heartbreaking results.
Next came the idea for a series of stories centered on a group of friends working in a tattoo parlor. Sounds simple enough, until I started working on the plots and deciding on the characters. Somehow I ended up researching the mythology of the Kingdom of Dahomey, a part of what is now Benin, in West Africa, and no, PLEASE don’t ask me how I found myself doing that…I have no clue. Then suddenly I was browsing Scottish sites, then Norse, then… You get the idea!
The end result is two books being released by Ellora’s Cave in July as part of their Pricked series, the first of which is now available for pre-order (WOOT!) and is slated to be released on July 7, 2012. In Fleeing Fate, the first in my Unveiled Seductions series, the banshee heroine needs the help of a delicious, banished West African storm god who isn’t sure he’s the right man for the job. But Jakuta recognizes a gathering storm when he sees one, and he knows Gràinne will blow through his life with all the force of a sensual, emotional hurricane.
In book two, Stone-Hard Passion, Jasmina Elalmadhoun is a jinn on a mission—to seduce her client and friend Vidar Jarlsen, a troll. I know, I know. You’re all out there thinking I’ve truly lost my mind this time, just like Jasmina’s friends think she’s sprung a brain leak for being attracted to a troll. But even if no one else can appreciate him, Jasmina sees how yummy he is, and I hope you’ll all agree when the book is released on July 27.
And the characters keep coming, so this is a world I hope to continue exploring for a long time. After all, a girl’s got to keep her twisty brain occupied and herself out of trouble.
Sorta…
Cheers!
Anya Richards
Journeys Through Seduction
April 21, 2012
Guest Blogger: Mychael Black
Authors are a bizarre breed. We can get away with talking to invisible people, arguing with them, and threatening them with grave bodily harm (or worse) when they get too cocky. (Of course, we rarely ever win said arguments.) And to think: no one comes along with friends in pretty white coats! (Well, they haven’t found me yet, anyway.)
Then…there are the plot bunnies: those evil, twisted, corrupted, insidious, little nuggets of “Ooooo….” that plant themselves in our poor, overworked brains. Is it any wonder why we talk to invisible people?
You see, most folks would think such things would be wonderful and lovely, that it would be marvelous to have these seemingly-nonstop ideas just flowing carefree through their minds. *snorts* Have you wondered why these things are called plot “bunnies”?
One idea is not enough. Oh, no.
The plot vermin (think: Night of the Lepus, people–seriously) breed uncontrolled, unchecked. We (the vic–er, authors) are powerless to stop them. So we eventually give in and listen. We make notes, research, might even start writing. Then… BAM! Another evil hare is born! This new one is sparkly and pretty and, ohhh… it would be amazing if we…
Do you see where this is going? It’s terrifying, I tell you.
Facebook has become a prime breeding ground for these things. Friends post pics (usually of hot, sexy men–you folks know who you are!), then the bunnies start humping each other like mad. Nevermind that there are deadlines and sequels and stories already set to go. The bunnies? They don’t care! They fuck like…well…bunnies, and before I know it, I’ve got a folder full of pretty men waiting for *their* story.
Why anyone would name such devious things after cute, cuddly creatures is beyond me. 
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What do online gaming, Spongebob, cooking, writing, and an unnatural addiction to Mountain Dew all have in common?
Not a damn thing, which is what makes Mychael Black an interesting bird indeed.
Born in north Alabama, Mychael now resides on Maryland’s Eastern Shore. Having run the gamut of labels in regard to gender and sexuality, Mychael now shuns society’s views on normality and embraces a poly-everything attitude. Call Mychael her or him—it doesn’t matter. Just keep reading the books.
April 20, 2012
Guest Blogger: M.K. Elliott
That women and men are different isn’t a new idea.
Not only are we physically different, our minds work in different ways as well. Men and women often have a difference in sexual attitudes—though there are always exceptions to the rule! Men are more physical and are stimulated by things they can see and touch, whereas women rely on their emotions and a sense of connection with another person to turn them on (though a great body always helps!). The male and female brain even react differently to different erotic situations, with a man’s brain reacting more to visual stimuli and a woman’s brain reacts more to psychological simulation.
When writing erotic fiction, it’s important to consider who I’m writing that fiction for. Predominantly, I write fiction for women, but when I’m writing for a male audience, I approach things differently. When I write for men, I spend less time trying to create a connection that is any more than sexual, and more time on description. When I write erotica for women, for the most part I like to have a connection on another level between the male and female character (or even the male, male, and female, or female, female and male, and any other combinations you can think of!). I also like to have a ‘happy ever after’ or at least a ‘happy for now’ ending. For men, a chance encounter on purely a physical level is enough.
Recently, I received a review which made me smile. The reader actually questioned whether or not I was female because she’d read my short story collection Some Love it Hot! When I sat down to write this collection, it was alongside my first title Rescued. In my head, I knew I wanted to write one collection for female readers and another for men. Some Love it Hot! was my “male” collection and it was this title where someone had questioned my sex. That was a huge compliment to me. It meant I’d done my job right and achieved what I intended.
Strangely enough, even though I write predominantly for a female audience, Some Love it Hot is still one of my best-sellers.
My latest collection, Down in the Sand, although has some stories from a male view point, is definitely written for women. There have been few times in my life where I’ve felt sexier than when I’m on holiday. All that tanned skin, hot sun, and a couple of cocktails beside the pool. What in life could be better? It was this feeling of sexy relaxation that got me writing this collection. Keep reading for an excerpt of one of the stories, “Stopover.”
Cool lotion trickled onto her upper back, making her squirm. Moments later, his warm hands made contact with her skin, smoothing out the creamy fluid, rubbing the muscles of her shoulders and the back of her neck with firm strokes. The massage eased away the last of the tension from the long flight and Zara couldn’t help her whole body relaxing under his attention.
His strong fingers worked their way down, rubbing the muscles along either side of her spine, down to the dip of her lower back. He skirted the curve of her ass, his fingers going lower, slipping beneath the edge of her bikini bottoms.
Would he do it? She wondered. Would he have the nerve to try to go further, right here where numerous other people sunbathed and splashed in the pool? His body hid her mid-section from one side and there were only rocks on the other. While people might be able to see her head and shoulders, to anyone who might catch a glimpse of them, they simply looked like a guy applying sun lotion to a girl’s back.
Zara wiggled beneath his hands, lifting her ass slightly, hoping he’d get the message that she was giving him the green light. A heavy sigh that was almost a moan got him moving. His contact had already left her bikini bottoms damp with her desire. His hand slid right beneath the fabric, cupping the whole of her pussy from behind with one large palm. Zara drew a sharp intake of breath, shocked at his blatant audacity, but her body responded to his caress. Her cunt pulsed, cream flooding her channel, moistening his hand.
He lifted his hand back up again and trailed his fingers down the crack of her ass, before reaching back down and using one finger to open the lips of her swollen pussy. From behind, he pushed a finger insider her, dipping into her wetness.
Pleasure rippled in waves through her body, tightness building at the center of her core. He fingered her as she lay on her stomach, her face buried in the crook of her arms.
His thumb circled the tight star of her ass, using her own moisture and his slick fingers to lubricate the area. He didn’t penetrate her ass, just stimulated the area, making the whole of her nether region hypersensitive.
He slipped his free hand beneath her body, cupping her mound, his middle finger locating the swollen nub of her clit. Pressure on her clit sparked fireworks within her, making her eyes roll, and she ground down on his hand.
His movement grew faster, tight little circles on her clit, the fingers of his other hand hard and deep within her. She felt like she was pushing down hard enough for him to fist her, and she almost wished he would, just to experience that total fullness.
But in the end his words, not his fingers, tipped her over the edge.
He leaned in toward her and spoke in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard when I get you up to our room.”
Down in the Sand is available to buy for only $0.99 from Amazon and Smashwords.
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M.K. Elliott is the author of the bestselling short story collection, Rescued. A British author, she was born in Devon, England, where she now lives with her husband, two young daughters, a crazy Spanish rescue dog and four hens. Though she has a degree in Zoology, her true love has always been writing and she now works as a full time author.
Since Rescued hit the number one spot, she’s also had several other titles hit the bestseller list, including another short story collection, Some Love it Hot, and her erotic vampire novella, Deadly Beauty.
M.K. writes everything from contemporary romance to steaming hot erotica, and her love of travel and adventure is her main influence in her stories.
If you would like to know more about M.K. then please visit her Facebook Page.
April 19, 2012
A Question…
Remember that the Tater Red’s Grab Bag & Elvis Contest continues!
Post a comment here for another chance to win!
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I’m preparing for another weekend away—the last in a long, long while. While I’m gone, I have friends coming to entertain you. Please be sure to stop by and say hello—and yes, those comments count in the grab bag giveaway too!
Here’s a question for you now. Have fun!
If you could take any job for just one month (assuming you have the skills and knowledge), what job would you like to have?
April 18, 2012
Guest Blogger: Margery Scott
Hi there! My name is Margery Scott and I write…pretty much everything. Historical western romances, time travels, contemporary romances, mainstream suspense, etc. The list goes on. I’ve even tried writing erotica, but it’s not my thing. I’d like to be able to write HOT, because I’d love to get a bit more steam into my books, but it comes off sounding more like an episode of I Love Lucy or The Three Stooges—not exactly the reaction I’m going for. My books do have sexual tension and chemistry between the hero and heroine, though, although the fantasies my characters have aren’t exactly XXX-rated.
Fantasies. Everybody has them, right? They don’t have to be sexual, they just have to be make-believe scenarios about situations and people that are so far removed from our real lives that the chances of them actually happening are a million to one—daydreams about what could be, what life would be like if…
Fantasies are perfectly normal and healthy. In the bedroom, as long as both partners are in agreement, anything goes. Outside the bedroom, in your own mind, whatever you want to dream up is perfectly okay.
In my latest release, The Next Victim, small-town reporter Shannon has a fantasy—she’s living in New York, she’s bigger than Barbara Walters, and she’s making a kazillion dollars every week. It’s her only fantasy—until Ben Carver, the new police chief, shows up. They lock horns, but even though she fights it, her fantasy is changing—and suddenly, Ben is the star.
Workaholic detective Ben Carver is convinced the next target of a serial killer is Shannon Ames, the sexy reporter who lives in his apartment complex. As he works to prevent her from becoming the next victim, he starts to feel emotions he’d long thought dead. But the secret Shannon carries could destroy any hope of a future together—and might even get her killed.
It’s not erotica, it’s not even particularly steamy, but although both Ben and Shannon have their reasons for fighting their attraction to each other, hormones and chemistry win out—and eventually give them their happy ending where their fantasies become reality.
Margery
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April 17, 2012
Am I the only one who wants to see this movie? (Plus contest updates, news…)
It’s such an odd idea—Abraham Lincoln killing vampires. I want to know if they weave in real history with the story, or if they ignore it and write their own. Of course, I want to see The Avengers much, much more, but this one appeals to my sense of humor. What about you? Will you watch it in theaters? Wait for it to come out on DVD? Or will you give it a skip altogether?
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Contest Updates
Don’t forget! The Tater Red’s Grab Bag & Elvis Contest continues! All you have to do to enter is post a comment. Check the link for a picture of this great prize!
The winner of the free download from Saturday’s post is Kathleen Charles! Kathleen, congrats, and be sure to email me with your choice of downloadable book (check my Samhain and Ellora’s Cave titles).
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News, kinda…
I can’t give you the details because they aren’t set in stone just yet, but I have two book deals in the making right now. I have an offer from one major publisher to write the first two books in a series set in southern Louisiana where some kinky shit happens and some extremely heavy duty kinds of guys like to play. And I have a two-book offer from a newer major publisher to write the first two books in an ongoing paranormal series that features a heroine with a drinking problem and her cop ex-husband. I know, that’s all so vague, but until the contracts are signed, I’d like to keep it that way. Just know they are full-length novels, so you’ll hear a lot of whining from me for over the next months. 
April 16, 2012
Guest Blogger: Brenda Whiteside
I’ll name the winner of Saturday’s free download tonight. So be sure to post! ~DD
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Let’s Flirt!
Isn’t flirting fun? If you’re into romance, you certainly appreciate flirting.
Flirt – the word brings to mind fluttering eyelashes, sideways glances, fingertips gracing a creamy collarbone, pink tongue delicately peeking out from ruby lips, the hint of cleavage when she has to bend to retrieve her purse. Women know the art of subtle flirtatious body language.
But men can come up with some goose bump producing moves. In my novel, Sleeping with the Lights On, my heroine Sandra Holiday feels the rub of Carson’s boot against her ankle beneath the table and can’t be sure he’s purposely arousing her or keeping beat to a tune in his head.
Much flirting happens through verbal banter. We all know the words aren’t necessarily what makes a good flirt but the way they’re uttered; the double entendre, or combined with a wink or a smile.
Rachael, in Tattoos, Leather and Studs has two men flirting with her. She’s on a blind date with a man who looks like he might be a bad boy and the leader of the pack – and is sexy as you know what. On stage is the leader of the band that could pass for a GQ model. But looks can be deceiving. Tattooed date says things like, “your eyes, flecks of gold and green are amazing.” Sophisticated looking rock singer has a different approach. “Is it feeling any better, chicky?” He cast a leer at her chest. “Can I lend a hand?”
How about that first flirtatious utterance – the opening line, sometimes called the pickup line?
A friend of mine was at a country bar, scanning the crowd. A tall-blond-snake-skin-boots-tight-Levi-covered-buns-hunk drawled, “What you looking for?” When she responded, “Someone to sweep me off my feet,” he didn’t miss a beat. Swoosh!
This same friend has the best of luck with first lines. And what rings flirtatious in one country may not translate verbatim. When she met a sheik’s son at a jazz concert who told her she was prettier than all of his father’s wives, how could she refuse a date?
My favorite first line came from a guy at a public dance. He had the biggest brown eyes, thick dark lashes, and a smile that melted me. And then he said, “Hello, I love you. Would you like to dance?” Okay, a wee bit corny but it must have worked; we’ve been married now for over half our lives. After he spoke those words, the Doors had a hit single with nearly the same line. Maybe not so corny after all.
Tattoos, Leather and Studs
Rachael suspects her date, Jason, is a drug dealer, and she’s torn between her attraction for this hot bad boy and running for safety. But a famous rock star vying for her attention and spiked champagne pose far more trouble. On a blind date she’ll never forget, Rachael learns first impressions can lead her down a dangerous path and straight into the arms of love.
Tattoos, Leather and Studs ISBN: 978-1-61235-258-9
Sleeping with the Lights On
After two failed marriages and countless relationships, Sandra Holiday thinks she’s met the man to end her years of less than perfect choices; choices that not only derailed her travel-related career plans but also left her single and broke.
Carson Holiday, a Las Vegas country crooner with swoon-inducing good looks, spent his adult life pursuing a recording contract and love, never holding on to either. After eighteen years, he drops back into Sandra’s life, reigniting an attraction he can’t deny.
When Carson reappears, Sandra must choose again. Only this time, nothing’s as it seems. A secret admirer, a redheaded stalker, and an eccentric millionaire throw her on a dangerous path, with Carson her only truth.
As life confronts her with yet another turning point, will her decisions find her eternally sleeping with the lights on – or will she finally discover a way to turn them off?
Sleeping with the Lights On ISBN: 1-60154-724-2
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April 12, 2012
Guest Blogger: Denise Golinowski
My name is Denise and I'm addicted to Fantasy.
There. I've said it.
Is there is nothing more exciting than exploring new worlds that either faintly resemble our own, as in Urban Fantasy, to worlds that defy everything we know to be real, as in High Fantasy? Characters whose lives are played out in settings that require skill sets we've only imagined. Worlds where possibilities are only restricted by the imagination or training of the inhabitants.
Escapism at its absolute best.
As a writer, and as a reader, I revel in seeing how the "normal" person deals with the unexpected and inexplicable. The wise reader, and writer, knows fantasy is not all sunshine and roses. Things are seldom as simple as they seem, everything can possess a double edge that could slice you to the heart as easily as it will bring you your heart's desire.
And as a reader of fantasy, I adore writing it. Writing fantasy offers me so much freedom that contemporary writing doesn't. Fantasy enables me to choose any of the mannerisms and mores from diverse cultures to create my own elegant worlds and societal structures. In my book, The Festival of the Flowers: The Courtesan and The Scholar, I selected pieces of cultures ranging from Mediaeval to Renaissance to Regency to create a world that would fit for my characters, a siren courtesan and a nobleman disgraced for choosing to become a scholar.
Fantasy also provides a plethora of archetypical character types and challenges. Mythological creatures with powers and forms beyond our ken. Sacred traditions that would hold their own against any of the most orthodox belief systems of our world. Challenges that teeter between world-destroying and soul-shattering. What's not to love?
And then there's magic. Ah, the sweet seductive lure of magic. Where wishes come true, what else could a person want? However, every good fantasy reveals that within every granted wish lies a price. Often, the lesson that nothing good comes without true effort and the things that come the easiest are often the costliest. Wish for wealth and you may lose a beloved relative. Wish for success and you may lose all contact with those you knew before. Wish for peace and you discover the utter boredom of a changeless existence. Wish for anything and you may find that the joy of attainment is far less than the thrill of achieving it through one's own effort or growth.
Fantasy is my addiction and I hope to never be cured.
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Temptation is her profession, seduction in her blood, but when a courtesan falls in love with an impoverished scholar, can she risk her heart and his life?
For a courtesan with siren's blood, drawing men to her bed is as natural as breathing, but Lisara Hammett refuses to feel anything beyond the physical. A generations-old curse dooms the women of her bloodline to lose any man they love.
Reyst Andulon does not believe in superstition nor magical creatures—but he does believe he is not good enough for Lady Lisara. Lisara begs to differ, but must risk the pain of her family curse or lose Reyst forever.
Available from The Wild Rose Press
Denise Golinowski has always been a writer. A hopeful romantic, she gravitated to fantasy and romance. Her enovella, The Festival of the Flowers: The Courtesan and The Scholar, was published September, 2010, by The Wild Rose Press. She has also had a number of short stories published, both in the Chesterfield Writers Anthologies and in online publications. Denise is a member of the Romance Writers of America, Virginia Romance Writers, James River Writers and Chesterfield Writers Club. Through these organizations and the support of three fantastic critique groups, RichWriters, Writers Endeavor, and Roses Critique Group, she continues to hone her craft.
A native of Richmond, Virginia, Denise lives with her uber-supportive husband and two less enthusiastic cats. She is currently working on a Contemporary Paranormal Suspense and more The Festival of the Flowers tales. You can find her on facebook at Denise Golinowski/Author.
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April 11, 2012
Guest Blogger: Cathryn Cade
A big thank you to Delilah Devlin for hosting me on her blog. It's an exciting day, as my new series, Hawaiian Heroes, debuted yesterday at Samhain Publishing.
This series is a new sub-genre for me. It's still paranormal, and still red hot romance. But the story takes place in contemporary Hawaii, on the Big Island's beautiful Kona coast.
Writing the story was noooo hardship. There were many cold, dark, rainy Pac NW days and evenings when I sat down at my computer and booted up Pandora Internet Radio with my personal Hawaiian station, and was instantly transported back to the warm, humid, flower-scented islands.
In fact, music can be an incredible mood enhancer. My personal soundtrack for writing the book includes such Hawaiian music greats as:
Keali'i Reichel www.youtube.com/watch?v=_YPoL5-3kZ4
Israel Kamakawiwo'ole, better known as Iz www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkFZ75V27rs
The Brothers Cazimero www.youtube.com/watch?v=GO44V3W9ULw
and my favorite, Hapa www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmmsuVi0gyk.
Listen to a few of these lovely melodies, and you'll be so relaxed all you can do is call for another mai-tai. Or book tickets for the Islands!
But, not everyone can travel, I know. It's a tough economy, and we have families to care for. I waited a long time to get back to these islands myself. And the visit from which we just returned will probably be our last for a while, as life takes me and my husband in new directions.
So, I concentrated on soaking up the soft, warm island ambience and researching locales for the second and third books in the Hawaiian Heroes series. If I use a real place in the books, it's as true to life as I can make it.
If you've been to Kona, look for some familiar places in Book II; Rolling in the Deep and Book III. And if you haven't, come along with me and the Ho'omalu ohana, family. Let us introduce you to a place you can visit again and again, in the pages of the Hawaiian Heroes stories.
And here's a link to the blurb, and an excerpt, just for you:
http://store.samhainpublishing.com/walking-fire-p-6743.html
Recipe for terror—take one Hawaiian hunk, light him on fire. Wake up to find all your dreams come true.
But instead, Malu invaded her dreams, as he had since that first night. It was the same dream as the one this afternoon, almost as if it hadn't been interrupted by waking.
And this time, she went to him, as helpless to resist him as if she were bewitched. He stood framed by the mountain, glowing with that red-gold light. He wore a crown of leaves, but they were red with fire. So was the brief kapa cloth around his hips. Geckoes scampered around him like living sparks on the ground.
As she gazed at him in awe, he turned and held out his hand to her. His dark gaze, the sensuality in the slow smile he gave her were so compelling, her body reacted helplessly.
So aroused that she was breathing in ragged pants, Melia climbed the path to him. The geckoes scampered back, making way. Slowly, she reached out her hand, wanting desperately to lay it in his. But the heat that surrounded him became too much.
She hesitated, yearning to let his heat envelop her but afraid of the results. Would his passion burn her up, leaving her empty?
Melia woke with a gasp. She lay on her back in the bed, her heart pounding, desire twisting inside her. The dream had been so real.
Rain beat on the roof overhead, trickled down the gutters and splattered on the windowsills. But only on one side was she cool. Her other side was hot, uncomfortably so, as if she were too near a fire. And the heat was emanating from the man sleeping at her side.
Melia turned her head and stared. Her breath froze in her throat; her heart skipped a beat and then began to pound even faster. Was she still dreaming?
Malu still lay on his side, facing her. His eyes were closed, his face peaceful in slumber, his big body relaxed. And she could see all this clearly, because he was glowing.
She closed her eyes, squeezing them tightly shut, willing it to be her imagination, a trick of the storm, of the Hawaiian night. But when she opened them again, it was the same. The night was dark, the rain blotting out any moonlight that might have strayed in the windows. The only light was the red-gold glow that shimmered not around, not over, but from Malu.
Slowly, clumsy with fear, Melia pushed back the blanket and began to inch away from him. She made it to the very edge of the bed, had one foot on the floor, when his eyes opened, and he looked at her. It was like gazing into the heart of dark fire.
"Damn," he rumbled, his deep voice husky with sleep. "Didn't mean to do that yet."
Aloha,
Cathryn
April 10, 2012
Guest Blogger: Kaily Hart
You've heard it. I've heard it. Ménages are popular. They're hot at the moment, right? Everyone says so. I'm talking about them within the context of erotic romance and erotica, of course . I hear all the time about how great they sell and they do seem to be a very popular topic of conversation on some of the loops I frequent/lurk. Is it just something that is of interest at the moment or is it a sub-genre that will continue to grow in regards to reader demand? Is it very much a niche market or it is gaining in popularity? Predicting trends like this is pretty much impossible, but I do think about different story lines and scenarios to try as a writer. To date, I've written strictly M/F romances. Sure, they're hot and steamy, but at their core is the development and growth of the emotional relationship with a HEA or at least a HFN guaranteed. I'm not sure I could get my head around the emotional threads needed when three people (or more) are involved for it to be still considered a romance. Plus, those sex scenes? I have enough of a time keeping track of 4 arms, 4 legs and…er…other body parts, without factoring in more LOL! Of course, I could write erotica. I don't have a problem with it, but it's not where I want to focus my efforts, it's not what really "talks" to me. Not at the moment, anyway. I really love to explore the complexities of a couple. I want to be as successful as I can be with my current writing and I intend to continue to write erotic romance. This plays on my mind somewhat, so I thought I'd just throw it out there:
Do you have to write ménages to be really successful as an erotic romance writer? What do YOU think?
About Kaily
Kaily Hart, a seemingly straight-laced mother of four left corporate America and a high-powered, lucrative career to be a stay at home mom. Ha! That lasted about four weeks, during which time she realized she had a deeply repressed dream—to write. And (gasp) romance at that! Who knew? By day, Kaily plays conservative wife and soccer mom, but at night crafts hot and steamy tales of romance and love with gorgeous heroes who wouldn't dream of leaving the toilet seat up. Ever. She's smart and sassy, at least in her own mind, and is creating as many happy ever afters as she can, one hot story at a time. Kaily never would have thought she'd be doing this, but now that she is? Well, you couldn't pay her enough to do anything else.
Kaily's books, PICTURE THIS, PAY UP, PLAY ME & POINT BLANK (yeah, she has a thing for book titles that start with 'P'), are all currently available from Ellora's Cave and all other ebook outlets. Kaily's first paranormal romance, the first book of a new series, releases from Carina Press in August!
If anyone would want to contact me (which I would love by the way) or just keep up with what I'm doing, you can find me all over:
Web – www.kailyhart.com
Blog – http://kailyhart.blogspot.com/
Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/kaily.hart
Twitter – http://twitter.com/kailyhart
