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September 18, 2013
Whip It Up Anthology Available for Pre-order
You can now purchase the Whip It Up Anthology from Total E-Bound and save 10%! The general release will be on October 4th.
This book is a collection of stories that combine the sexy elements of BDSM with the yummy elements of scrumptious cuisine. You’ll find foodies, chefs, and wannabees cavorting in the kitchen and out. Stories by some of your favorite authors: Wendi Zwaduk, Elizabeth Coldwell, Victoria Blisse, Ayla Ruse, Caitlin Ricci, and yours truly.
The title of my story, Subterfudge, is a play on the word Subterfuge (something the heroine engages in). It incorporates the “Sub” from submissive with “fudge”. Our heroine, Ashley is always attempting to make something chocolate-y: brownies, pies, even fudge. Sadly, she’s a disaster in the kitchen.
Subterfudge
When Ashley’s Master requests she cook for him, he finds out the lengths a truly naughty girl will go to for love in the kitchen.
When Roger asks his live-in sub Ashley to learn to cook she eagerly agrees, assuming it’s going to be a breeze. After all, she’s a bright, accomplished woman with a successful career—how hard can it be to prepare some food?
Once she’s up to her ears in cocoa and flour, Ashley realises cooking is more complicated than it looks. Finding ways to shortcut the process, Ashley dupes Roger into believing she’s a diva in the kitchen. But when he finds out she’s not the chef of his dreams, will he serve up a punishment fit for a saucy sub or will their relationship go up in flames?
Reader Advisory: This book contains anal sex, rimming, food play.
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September 17, 2013
Daddy Morebucks In Amazon Top 100!
Daddy Morebucks rises to the Amazon Top 100
For almost a week now, Daddy Morebucks has been in the Amazon Top 100 for Erotica e-books. At one point it reached #75! Since this is only my second book, and my first full-length novel – I am over the moon with excitement. Thank you to all my dear readers and my extraordinary publishing house, Stormy Night Publications.
This week I’m pimping Daddy Morebucks around at Author Jen Wright’s blog where I talk about the softer side of BDSM, Erotica for All, and at The Romance Studio’s 10th Anniversary Celebration. Last week I stopped by Lisabet Sarai’s Beyond Romance and asked “Who’s Your Daddy?”, and I was interviewed over at Author HK Carlton’s Pick a Genre. Later this week I’ll be stopping by Author Natasha Knight’s blog.
Check out some of these guest appearances and “Like” me on Facebook or Follow me on Twitter if you’d like to keep up with my writing. (Hint: I have two, maybe THREE more releases coming out this year!)
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September 14, 2013
Sunday Snog with Daddy Morebucks
Welcome to Sunday Snog! The hop where authors share a snog from one of their books or works in progress. Please visit the other hop participants here or click the image above.
Today I’m sharing a sweet kiss between Marley and James from my new release, Daddy Morebucks. In this scene Marley has agreed to be Jame’s live-in submissive. In exchange he will pay all her bills and spoil her rotten. James has just given her a tour of his penthouse…
Goosebumps rose on her skin as she sensed him approaching her from behind. His arms encircled her waist, his lips nuzzled her neck. “Oh, Marley, I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Me too.”
She shifted in his arms and pressed her lips to his. He answered hungrily, exploring her mouth with his tongue. Welcoming him, she sucked on his lip, dancing a slow, sensuous tango with nips and flicks of her own.
He released her and stepped back. “You’re good to humor me and give this a try. I’m sure you have some reservations.”
She pursed her lips. “I guess I just don’t know what it’s going to be like…”
“I understand that. I don’t know either. Every daddy and his little girl must find their own way. But I want to pleasure you. Show you what it can be like to be my little girl.”
Daddy Morebucks
She’ll go from the streets to the penthouse. The price? Submission.
From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.
After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.
Even before she accepts his offer, though, Marley knows that what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?
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September 13, 2013
Saturday Spankings – More from Daddy Morebucks
Welcome to #SatSpanks (as we like to call it on Twitter.) Today we’re back with Marley and James from my new release, Daddy Morebucks. Last week we left them with down-on-her luck prostitute Marley draped over James’ knee about to get a spanking from her new client, James.
Our story continues…
“Marley, do you know why I’m disciplining you?”
“Yes, Sir. Because I was naughty.” Her voice sounded strange since she was upside down.
“It is because you are to do what I ask of you, not take the initiative.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“The rules were explained to you before you got here?”
“Yes, Sir,” she lied. She didn’t have any idea she wasn’t supposed to do that. Hell, she thought he would like what she did. But she’d lie there for a spanking for five G’s.
“Then you have earned a punishment for your impudence. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” She steeled herself for whatever was to come.
Daddy Morebucks
She’ll go from the streets to the penthouse. The price? Submission.
From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.
After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.
Even before she accepts his offer, though, Marley knows that what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?
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September 6, 2013
Saturday Spankings – Daddy Morebucks
It’s been awhile since I’ve participating in Saturday Spankings, but I’m so happy to be back! This week I’m highlighting a spanking from my new release, “Daddy Morebucks.”
In this scene, down-on-her-luck prostitute Marley has just stepped out of line with her new millionaire client James.
“Sir,” he corrected. “And I will be the one to tell you what to do, young lady. You are out of line.”
Marley sat back on her heels, deflated. “Oh. Sorry. Sir.”
“My, my. You are a little slut. I think you’ve earned a spanking for that little stunt. Come up here and lie across my lap.”
Obediently, Marley draped herself over his lap, her bottom over his knee.
Slowly, he pulled her dress up around her waist and yanked her panties down to just above her knees.
Daddy Morebucks
From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.
After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.
Even before she accepts his offer, though, Marley knows that what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?
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Daddy Morebucks – Chapter One (FREE)
Daddy Morebucks -
She’ll go from the street to the penthouse.
The price? Submission.
My new release is now available at Amazon. (Links to other booksellers coming soon…) This is the first book in my Daddy’s Girl series.
From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.
After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.
Even before she accepts his offer, though, Marley knows that what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?
Chapter One
Sitting on the barstool, Marley crossed her fingers and legs for luck. She tried, but couldn’t quite get her toes to cross in high-heeled shoes. Dear God, please let this be the right place for a score.
In a flirtatious gesture, she tossed her jet-black hair over her shoulder and glanced around the swanky hotel bar for prospects. The sophisticated low lighting and the rich mahogany furnishings gave the place a cozy, yet elegant feel. Elaborate sconces dotted the walls. Exotic plants warmed the metallic, modern tables and the sleek bar at which she sat.
The other patrons were lost in conversation. No loners. No potential johns. Marley sighed deeply. With only enough money for one cocktail, she realized her time was limited. She couldn’t nurse the same drink all night.
“What the hell,” she thought and took a slug of her mojito.
She was about to ask the bartender if he knew where she could find some action when a nervous-looking gentleman carrying a briefcase walked into the lounge. He scanned the room like someone who had just realized he lost his wallet and was returning to the place where he hoped to God he’d find it.
Marley looked at him with interest. This guy had potential. The man glanced up, meeting her gaze. Relief washed over his face, and he stalked straight toward her.
“Um, may I help you?” Marley asked.
“Oh, I hope so. May I sit down?” He indicated the bar stool next to hers.
Upon further inspection he didn’t look like her usual clients—businessmen far from home—but you never knew and she was desperate not to have to spend the night in the shelter again tonight. “Suit yourself.” She shrugged.
He sat down heavily, mopping his brow with a napkin from a stack atop the bar. His head was shiny, bald as a cue ball, and he wore glasses with thick, black frames. Nerdy. Harmless.
Marley waited.
Finally, he stage-whispered, “Please don’t throw a drink on me or anything, but you wouldn’t happen to be a working girl, would you?”
The corners of her mouth turned up. She had the choice of being insulted or taking this question as a compliment. Marley chose to take it as a compliment. Nobody approached ugly, nasty girls in hotel bars and asked them such things. Did they?
She gave him her best come-hither look. “Who wants to know?” she asked in a sultry voice.
“I do. I mean, not for me. See, I was supposed to arrange a date for my boss, and she didn’t show up. Oh my God, he’s going to kill me.” He jiggled his leg as he talked. The man was a bundle of nerves.
“Wait, what?” A boss. He had a boss. Now she was getting somewhere. Placing her hand on his shaking leg, she turned the charm up to max volume, purring, “Why don’t you tell me all about it… and maybe you should have a drink.”
He took a deep breath and ordered a scotch on the rocks.
“Okay, my employer.” He cleared his throat and took a long draw on his drink before continuing. “He has certain tastes and my job, well, one of my jobs, is to occasionally procure a woman for him who can meet his needs.”
“Interesting. And what needs might those be?” Marley had no doubt she could meet the man’s needs, whatever they were. For a warm bed for the night and some cash, she would do just about anything. Had done just about anything.
When people get desperate enough, they’ll surprise even themselves as to what they would do. She could attest to that.
“Do you know what a dom is?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“Well, that’s what he is. Doesn’t usually like to play with the same girl twice. You’ll have to sign a non-disclosure agreement, a contract, the works. But he pays well.”
Never the same girl twice. That sucks. So much for finding Daddy Warbucks.
“What is well? And how rough does he get?” It was sad that she asked about the money before the safety issue, but there you were.
“I’ve never seen any of the girls hurt to look at ‘em afterwards, and I always arrange for their transportation home. Depending on how pleased he is with you… most nights he pays five grand.”
Marley’s eyes widened in spite of herself. “Did you say five grand?”
“Yeah. You interested?” The glow of hope radiated from him, and he grabbed her delicate hands in his clammy paws.
Marley had to remind herself to blink. With five grand she could buy herself a place to stay for months. She could get back on her feet. Maybe even get a regular job. No more men with stinky breath laboring over her. No more blowjobs in strangers’ cars.
Wow, had she hit the jackpot or what? “I am.”
“I usually hire from a service, but the one who was supposed to come tonight came down with food poisoning or something, and Miss Jay’s has no staff available. All booked up for a senator’s yacht party or something.”
Marley made a mental note to self, Miss Jay’s. If she did have to stay in this life, she’d rather do it on a yacht than in a dirty alley.
“So you’re supposed to be vetted and all that. He can’t know that I dropped the ball on this, so can you just play along like you’re the girl from Miss Jay’s?”
“Sure. How about you buy me a drink?”
“Oh, he won’t want you to be drunk. How much have you had to drink, anyway?” he frowned.
She raised her eyebrows. “Really? I don’t think you’re in a position to be so demanding. I mean, I am doing you a favor,” she said with a tilt of her shoulder. “What’s your name, anyway?”
“Milton. Milton Barnes.” He took a deep breath and asked the bartender to refill her glass.
“What about your boss? What’s his name?”
He gulped down the last of his scotch. “That’s not anything you need to know. Non-disclosure and all that.” He opened the briefcase at his side and pulled out some papers. “Here, I need your John Hancock on these.”
Boy, the rich really are different. A written contract for sex.
Marley perused the long paragraphs. All the words ran together, none of them making much sense to her. “What does it say?”
“Basically, that you aren’t going to sue him or call the cops if he hits you, and that you will never tell anyone what transpires between you two.”
“And what if I do?”
“He’ll sue you.”
Marley laughed so hard she almost fell off her barstool. “He will sue me? I haven’t got anything.”
Milton flashed a fake smile. “I don’t care. Please, just sign it.”
Shaking her head, she took the pen he offered her and signed her name at the bottom of the pages marked with an ‘x.’
“Happy?” she asked.
“Deliriously.” He quickly put the papers away and gave her a onceover.
“What? Don’t I look okay?” Marley had spent her last twenty at the thrift shop on the heels and glittery emerald green cocktail shift she wore. She thought it was mighty classy for twenty dollars. She might have been broke, but she had style and she cleaned up nice. A chameleon, Marley prided herself on being able to fit in anywhere.
“It’s not that. We need hair ties or something.”
Marley found a few elastic bands in her purse. “Like these?”
“Yeah. Go in the bathroom and put your hair in pigtails and meet me outside. It’s almost showtime,” he said, looking at his watch.
“Pigtails? You’re kidding me.”
“No. He likes little girls. Just do it.”
“Wait. He’s a pedophile? You never said anything about that.” Her voice wavered.
“No, no. He’s not a pedophile. He’s just that kind of dom. Likes to be a daddy to little girls. It’s all fantasy. He’s never been with a kid. He’s not into that kind of thing. You know, he probably likes the Catholic schoolgirl thing. I don’t know.” Exasperated, he shooed her off her stool and toward the bathroom.
She marched ahead of him to the lobby, calling over her shoulder, “If you say so…”
“Don’t worry. Just remember five grand.”
“Five grand. Five grand,” she repeated to herself. Milton was right. Heck, she could put her hair up in pigtails for that kind of coin.
“What about downstairs?” Milton pointed at her crotch, a spray of scarlet coloring his cheeks. “What kind of, um, haircut do you have?”
“Brazilian—with a landing strip,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Let’s get you a razor. It all needs to come off.” He popped into the gift shop and purchased a package of disposable razors. “Think little girl,” he whispered.
“Whatever you say.” Marley rolled her eyes and ducked into the ladies’ room to take care of her new client’s special requests.
She returned moments later with twin ponytails, one on each side of her neck. The kind on the sides of her head looked ridiculous so she settled for these. She didn’t want to draw any more attention to herself than was necessary in the lobby of the swanky hotel. Being asked to leave the premises was one of her fears.
“Where will I meet Daddy Morebucks?”
“In the penthouse suite. Come on, let’s go.” He took her by the elbow and guided her into the elevator. Once inside, he inserted his key before pressing the button for ‘PH.’
Marley shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “When do I get paid?”
“I’ll pay you after he calls me to arrange to have you transported home.”
Home. She didn’t have a home. Would she tell the driver to take her to the homeless shelter? No. She couldn’t do that. Miss Jay’s girls didn’t live there, and neither would she once she had five G’s in her hot little hand.
Her head began to pound. Forget it. She’d worry about where to go later.
Marley batted her eyelashes at Milton. “I usually get paid up front.”
Milton snorted. “You have to be one of Miss Jay’s girls. Or I’m done for. You too. And they get paid afterwards. That’s how it’s done.”
“Okay, okay.” She knew when not to push, but she felt uneasy not having the cash in hand.
The elevator car stopped and they stepped out into a small hallway.
Milton visibly gathered himself and checked his watch for the umpteenth time. “You ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
He nodded at her and tapped on the door.
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August 29, 2013
Leaving the Day Biz Behind
After finding so much joy in writing erotic romance, I decided to ditch my day job. The problem was that my “day job” was a business that I’d built from the ground up over a period of many years. My life has changed a great deal in the last few years and my heart was no longer in it. But I needed to sell my biz, and I knew that wasn’t going to be an easy feat.
I’ve been working on selling my business for the better part of this year, and I’m happy to report that the liquidation is almost complete. The only things left to do are paperwork and customer support for the new buyers. The daily stuff has been removed from my schedule. Yay! More time to write.
Along the way I made a wonderful and exciting discovery – if I ever decide to leave my writing career, there’s a fairly easy exit strategy. Stop writing. That’s much easier than having to sell an entire business and all it’s parts. But don’t worry, I don’t see that happening!
By the way, my new novel, “Daddy Morebucks” is slated to be released within the next few weeks. Check out the Books page for more information or sign up for my newsletter to receive information about upcoming releases and contests.
Have you ever quit your day job? Or would you like to? What challenges did it present?
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August 2, 2013
Kate Deveaux’s Academy of Love
Today I’m welcoming Kate Deveaux to the blog to tell us about her new release, Academy of Love.
There is nothing quite as exciting as a first love and nothing quite as painful as it’s ending. It’s a theme I think many readers can relate to in the heroine and the hero of this story, Cassianna and Lawrence. And the proper girl’s boarding school is something I can relate to from first hand experience. I can assure you there is nothing prim and proper about what goes on between Lawrence and Cassianna at the Academy!
Here’s the blurb:
Love smolders and the sex is red hot when Cassianna Baxter leaves behind a glamorous teaching career in Italy to return to her old Alma Mater, Lewiston Academy for Girls as the Deputy Head Mistress.
No sooner does she arrive at the Academy than she walks smack into sexy Lawrence Taylor, her first love and ex lover. He’s been looking for her ever since he was forced to leave her — now that she is back at the Academy, he knows he has to win her back. And not just in his bed.
Read an Excerpt:
Her body succumbed to the memory as she gazed at him, yearning to kiss those lips and feel his strong hands on her.
His eyes locked on hers. He let out a deep breath, his voice lowered as he leaned forward, grasping her hand in his.
“Cassie…,” his tone deepened, his eyes soft as seawater as he looked at her. Her hand trembled in his. She looked up into his eyes. He seemed lost for words as his face studied hers. He leaned towards her and she couldn’t will her body to move even if she wanted to.
He kissed her firmly, his lips moist on hers. She responded, first tentatively, then taking in his familiar taste and opening her lips eager for more.
Her heart beat wildly as his strong hands grasped her around her waist, pulling her closer in his embrace. She kissed him deeply, more forcefully, as he backed her against her desk with his strong thighs. The sensation of his muscular legs moving her body made her quiver with desire. His cock pressed hard against her as she leaned against him, feeling his heart beat strongly in his chest.
Hear what RT Reviews had to say about Academy of Love:
Steamy from start to finish, Academy of Love combines the prim-and-proper atmosphere of an exclusive boarding school with the thrill of illicit love. Cassianna and Lawrence fell in love years before, and their struggle to come to terms with the mistakes of the past keeps the pages turning. Vivid descriptions color the book, setting the reader perfectly in the rich locales the characters frequent. Horse riding plays a big role in the novel, and it will definitely appeal to fans of all things equine, as well as anyone looking for a spicy summer read.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kate Deveaux is a contemporary erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. A former wedding planner, she has always been “in love” with love! Kate is currently working on several fictional stories – each filled with sexy romance, heroines who are no shrinking violets and heroes who make your heart skip a beat. She is a member of Savvy Author, Romance Writers of America (RWA) and their erotic romance chapter, Passionate Ink. Kate currently resides with her husband in Arizona.
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July 18, 2013
Hot Summer Romance Giveaway Hop
Welcome to the Hot Summer Romance Giveaway Hop. With the temperatures outside sweltering, our minds turn to sultry nights full of steamy romance. My e-book, Venetian Love Knots, is all about hot, sexy romance.
Allison Fox travels to Italy to be the maid of honor in her best friend’s wedding. She’s concerned because her ex-boyfriend is going to be the best man. After spending years trying to put the past behind her, Allison will finally have to face Cole.
Arriving in Venice, she is swept off her feet by the groom’s dashing Italian cousin, Nico. Allison falls into the arms of both men, creating a sexy love triangle enhanced by the old world charms of Venice.
Back Cover Blurb:
It has taken Allison four years to put her tumultuous relationship with the rodeo cowboy behind her. A violent incident ripped them apart. Now Allison must find a way to face her past and find closure with her old flame. But will she be able to put the past behind her?
Cole is the Texas cowboy has never got over his love for Allison. But when he declares his love for her after all this time, is she strong enough to walk away from the intense passion they share?
For years Nico, a handsome Italian, was committed to nothing but his work. Nico never expected he would meet an American beauty who would awaken in him a desire to love again. Once he finds her, Nico vows to never let Allison go.
It will be a Valentine’s Day to remember, but who will win Allison’s heart?
Excerpt:
Looking around, Allison was expecting to see another kindly Italian lady, like the sweet one she had met on the plane earlier. She did a stutter step when she saw the man holding the sign that had ‘Allison Fox’ scribbled on it.
Nothing could have prepared her for the tall, handsome man in his exquisite Italian suit, searching the crowd with those piercing dark eyes. She saw him first, but when their gazes met the rest of the world seemed to melt away. He was so handsome, she was drawn to him immediately. She couldn’t quite believe this Adonis with the chiselled good looks was the person who was supposed to be retrieving her.
“Hi, I’m Allison Fox,” she said shyly.
“Oh, so you are Allison then?” The big man grinned happily, giving her a once-over. Judging by his smile, he seemed to like what he saw.
“Yes,” She hesitated, thinking that she probably shouldn’t just go off with a stranger, even if he was a good-looking one…
“I am Nico,” he said. “Nico Vitallini. Alfonso’s cousin. They sent me to pick you up. You are to be Marcia’s maid of honour, in the wedding, no?”
“Yes, I am.” Allison smiled. It was hard not to smile at him. The way he looked at her made her feel as though she was the only person in the entire airport. Her heart beat faster than usual. Were those butterflies in her stomach? Or was she just hungry?
“Come this way and we will collect your luggage. Here, please allow me to carry that for you.” He took her heavy carry-on bag from her hand in one graceful movement. The bag had been weighing her down, yet Nico tossed it around effortlessly. Allison bit back a smile.
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June 13, 2013
Sage Marlowe’s Fantasy for Sale
Join me in welcoming Author Sage Marlowe to the blog today. Sage has written some really popular M/M erotic romantic fiction! Today she’s going to tell us about her latest – Fantasy for Sale.
Hi Sage. What was the inspiration behind this book?
Fantasy for Sale was one of my earliest projects but I had abandoned it for months before I finally finished and submitted it at the end of the last year, so I really can’t remember if there was anything in particular inspired it. Quite possibly it was another one of those stories that just started with a couple of pesky characters.
Which character spoke to you the most while you were writing this book or which was you favorite?
Nate was definitely the one who spoke the most to me. Strangely, I wrote Fantasy for Sale in third-person POV, like all my books up until then. When I dug it out to finish it after having been stuck for months, I realised that the book would greatly benefit from being written in Nate’s POV, so I changed it – after that, the story flowed.
When did you know you wanted to be a writer?
The dream of writing a book has always been there somehow, although maybe that passed on to me by my mum. I never really thought I’d actually do it until one day in February 2010, when I finally gave in to the character who’d been living in my head for about a month by then. The rest is history.
Tell us about your favorite atmosphere for writing.
Ideally, I sit on the sofa while writing, a glass of red wine next to me, playing music – Muse or Editors, preferably – while my SO and kid are fast asleep.
Do you have a project in the works that you’d like to tell us about?
I’m currently working on the last books in my new series titled Nightmares. Consisting of six books, it’s a big project for me, but I love the chance to explore a story so thoroughly. The series combines the worlds of gay porn and paranormal beings—the perfect environment for a bunch of very horny characters.
How do you make yourself stand out in a competitive market?
I don’t actively try to stand out as such. I’m just being myself and hope to come across readers who enjoy what I do.
What do you do when you’re not writing?
I have the great luck to have been a stay-at-home parent for two years now so whenever I’m not writing, my two year old daughter keeps me busy. Oh, and there’s a house to take care of…
What are you reading right now?
I’m actually between books right now and haven’t decided on the next candidate on my tbr-pile yet.
What is your favorite color?
Black
Favorite food?
I love Mediterranean food, especially Greek, but my favourite is probably pizza
If you had to be stranded on a desert island – who is the one person you’d like to be stranded with, and what one luxury item would you like to have with you?
My daughter and my laptop (including endless power supply) That’s so sweet, I have no idea how I can get you an outlet for your laptop on that island, but I’ll pull some strings for YOU, luv! Thanks for stopping by today, Sage.
Fantasy for Sale Blurb
M/M erotic romance / contemporary, super novel
Heat rating: Burning
What’s the price of reality when a fantasy is for sale?
Cam is young, sinfully sexy and willing to play without limits, a combination which makes him a fantasy turned to flesh for men and women alike – and he’s for sale.
Nate is curious when it comes to carnal delights but hasn’t found the right man to explore his desires with.
When a friend buys Nate a few hours of pleasure with Cam, it’s not much of a surprise that Nate ends up intrigued. He keeps coming back for more and the attraction between them appears to be mutual but while Nate finds himself falling for the sexy hooker, Cam makes no secret of the fact that for him, sex is just a job.
Determined to win him over, Nathan tries to show him that sex is about more than physical satisfaction but Cam’s walls seem impenetrable until a dramatic event forces him to reveal some of his secrets and Nate begins to understand that Cam pays more than just the price for the reality behind the fantasy.
Excerpt
“Good morning, sweetie-pie!” Cynthia stood in the doorway with a beaming smile, glowing cheeks and the hint of a stubble rash on her chin.
I clutched my coffee mug. “Seems someone got lucky last night,” I grumbled and took a sip. It tasted burnt.
“You wouldn’t believe!” She grinned and approached me, obviously intent on hugging me, so I leaned away from her. I frowned and pointedly sniffed the air around her.
“I really hope you’re not going to touch me before you’ve had a very thorough shower and got rid of that eau de fuck you’ve still got on you.”
Cynthia shot me a wink and flashed a quick smile. “Oh come on, don’t be such a prude. No need to be Mr Grumpy-Pants just because you spent last night alone.”
“I’m not grumpy,” I told her grumpily. “I just don’t fancy having your fingers on me after they were sod-knows-where last night.” I drained my mug and added, “And I’m not prudish.”
“Oooh.” Cynthia rolled her eyes, mocking me openly now. “I can assure you, my fingers were only in the best places. All places on the most gorgeous male body this house has ever seen, to be precise.” Still grinning, she raised her hands and waggled her fingers. I stared at her and raised my eyebrows in fake annoyance.
She laughed. “Don’t give me that look, Nate. You know I’m just saying that because you’re beyond competition, darling. But seriously, you should see the guy. Yum-my. Believe me. Perfectly edible. And that’s just his body.”
“Lovely. Sounds like he really got under your skin.”
Cynthia poured a cup of coffee for herself and casually leaned her bony hip against the kitchen counter. “Well, I guess he did. Quite literally.” She batted her eyelids and peeked into her cup. A naughty smile curved her lips. “Several times, in fact.”
Sighing, I combed my hair back with my fingers. It had been such a pure, quiet morning—so far. “Go on then, tell me.” I got a refill then cocked my head, ready to listen to what was doubtlessly going to be a lengthy and detailed description of last night. Cynthia could be shockingly open when it came to sharing her sex life with me, something I liked to think I’d long since got used to.
And still I squirmed when she said, “Four times. He knows how to handle that beautiful body of his.”
Trying to hide my envy, I glared at her. “He made you come four times in one night? And you’ve only just met this guy?”
Cynthia shook her head, chuckling. “No. He came four times. I lost count after the seventh.”
I just barely managed to stop myself from spluttering into my coffee—or maybe spitting it across the room. “Seems he really knows what he’s doing.”
“Yeah, but then again, you’d expect him to, wouldn’t you?” Cynthia took a sip from her cup and met my eyes in wordless challenge.
Soft-hearted fool that I was, I took the bait. “Why’s that?”
“Ah well…he’s a professional, after all.”
“You bonked the hooker? Shit, Cyn, I thought you’d only booked the guy to go to that opening with you.”
She giggled and I was fairly certain I detected a slightly hysterical note in it. Uh-oh, woman on hormonal overload. I raised my eyebrows and Cynthia had the decency to look at least a little sheepish, probably remembering my response to her idea of hiring an escort as her companion for the occasion.
“Well, that was the plan.” She sighed and, cradling the mug in her hand, ran her fingertip along its rim as she continued talking. “But when he turned up, he was just so…charming. He got it all right, you know. He was polite. He knew exactly how to behave and he was so attentive. Made sure I always got a fresh drink before I even realised I’d finished, talked to people without trying to steal my fire, that sort of thing. Seriously, he was just a perfect gentleman.”
“Until he tried to get into your knickers,” I said, letting sarcasm bleed into my voice. It wasn’t like Cyn at all to let herself be lulled into fascination by a smooth talker—a professional, at that.
“He didn’t, in fact,” Cyn admitted. “I asked him to stay.”
Well, great. “And he did, of course?”
She nodded, not quite meeting my eyes.
I groaned. “Oh come on, you’ve got to be kidding me. You paid him to go to bed with you?”
Cynthia was a gorgeous, bright and successful woman who could take her pick among the men queuing up. She was the kind of girl that every man would be proud to be taken home by. She definitely didn’t need to spend money to get laid—or have someone fetch her a drink.
She shrugged. “That’s the way it works in his line of business.”
“Did he tell you that?”
“Yes, sure. Aw, don’t look at me like that, Nate. There’s nothing wrong with it. Honestly, it made me feel downright good to know that he considered it a job.” She tilted her head to the side and looked at me thoughtfully. “You know what it’s like to take someone home on the first night, Nate, don’t you? Especially when it’s supposed to be only that one night. It always makes me feel so self-conscious and on edge. I have to make sure not to tell him too much or say anything that would make him get the wrong impression, that kind of thing. If I make it too easy for him, he’ll think I’m a slut, if I’m too eager, he’s scared I’ll want to tie him down.” She bit her lip and let out a sad little chuckle.
“And it’s bloody difficult to change your mind when you’re a woman, too. I’m not saying I do that a lot, but sometimes I just realise the guy and I don’t…fit the way I thought we would. Most guys are not too happy with that, so if it happens, I have to be really careful not to piss him off and make him think he could get it if only he tried a bit harder. Besides, an awful lot of guys think a one night stand is just so they get what they want and they expect a girl to deliver and not all of them take the time to return the favour, you know.”
“Wow. It’s that good to have sex with a guy, huh?”
She rolled her eyes. “Last night, I didn’t have to worry about any of that. He was so easy about everything and focused on doing what I liked. I knew he’d do what I’d ask him to do. And boy, he did.” This time I did the eye rolling thing.
“It made me feel safe with him, you know?” she continued. “Knowing he’d make it good for me without any strings attached. He wouldn’t even have stayed the night if I hadn’t asked him to.”
I tried to understand. I really did. I could get the trouble with the dating part, but—”Doesn’t it bother you that he did what he did only because you paid him for it?”
Cynthia gave a shrug. “No. That’s the point. I could enjoy all his attentions without having to return any of it and didn’t have to feel bad about that.”
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About the author
Sage is a multi-published author of M/M erotic romance novels and novellas and loves exploring the flavours of gay erotic fiction.
A willing slave to all the fascinating guys who keep queuing up and want their stories told, Sage can almost always be found cooking up the next hot story or daydreaming about new ways of rubbing sexy male bodies together to make the sparks fly.
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e-mail: marlowe.sage@yahoo.co.uk
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