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The King

Sally did not realize that a sexual fantasy did not have to be over the top.

All of her life she had been over the top with lovers. Never ever did she imagine that she would get wet over the thought of being pressed to the kitchen counter with Calvin’s hand shoved down the front of her sweatpants. The taste of expensive wine on both of their lips and the kitchen fragrant with the dinner he was making, as he pressed his pelvis to hers and touched her like he was looking for a lost treasure between her legs.

Wet and anticipating, Sally moved against his hand. He said something to her in French–he spoke fluent French and Italian. Calvin had traveled a lot as a chef, but it was in New York that he wanted to put down his roots.

“And then I found you,” he had told her. “And I do not want to go anywhere else now.”

He had pinned her to the counter–she wanted to be pinned–and he touched her like he had found the gold between her legs.

But she was sure that the gold was within him.

Thinking about them by the kitchen counter was now the sexiest experience she had ever had in her life, and she had done a lot of things with lovers. But the way he made her feel, and the way that she felt when she went over to him.

It had been so hard to say she loved him, but the way that he made her feel was something that she had not been able to keep to herself. She wanted to be close to him, and they had been closer in that moment than on any other moment she felt before that and they had been very close prior.

Calvin pushed down the waistband of her sweatpants and stuck his fingers inside of her. Sally held onto the counter as he finger fucked her, and then he knelt before her. She looked down at him, and the way he looked up at her took her breath away. Moving his fingers slowly, he replaced them with his tongue and Sally thought she would pass out from the replacement of the two.

She hissed as he continued to make love to her with his mouth. When he slipped his tongue inside of her, she bent over and caressed his head. It felt like a type of worship even though he was the one that was pleasuring her.

When he looked up at her, he was the king of her universe.

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I'm Going Hopping

My friends Lise Horton and Del Carmen were doing this blog hop, and I decided to hop along! It never hurts for me to remember why I do this:

1) What am I working on?

I am working on a variety of things including editing several projects for Ravenous Romance, posting to this blog and trying to write some short stories. I have been very inspired to write since attending Eroticon 2014, editing is a lovely thing and I love it but creating is something I love as well.

2) How does my work differ from others in its genre?

One thing I learned when I was taking writing courses was that no one is going to break the mold. All the stories have been told, the only difference is that I am telling it. I like erotic romance, I like stories where people love like their life depends on it. Love that is inconvenient and dominates the people who fall in it. I like the dark side of things not always BDSM, but the darkness that is revealed when people love that hard. When they are exposed and vulnerable…I love exploring the madness on the other side of that.

3) Why do I write what I do?

I wanted to be an actress at one point, a psychologist at another. I had more of a inclination to be creative, but acting was too much exposure for me. Writing allows me to take the risks I might have taken with acting, but instead I research it and probably go deeper with words on a screen. I was always told I was a good storyteller, and it seems like I let people talk me into believing it. I have always been driven to tell the stories people do not see or they may not want to see.

4) How does my writing process work?

This morning I got inspired by a name of a restaurant. It reminded me of an old actress, and I wanted to name my character that. Since I write nothing but love stories, it was how is she going to fall in love? Then I remembered I was already working on a story, and I know that character is going to fall apart in love. I do not really need to do anything but write the story. Sometimes I create a character who does something I am not familiar with, and I have to research to make it real. The same way that I will explore something that a character in a novel does like the time I was in a Tibetan restaurant and had tea with butter and sugar like I read about in Nicholas Christopher’s Veronica, that is the same way I will explore something just to get an idea of what it is like so I can make it ring true. I learned early on to write about what I know, some of my stories are very far from what I know, but I have stepped into the shoes of my character’s in some way so that I can tell it. Writers are really only mediums as I see it.

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Holding A Mirror To Myself (Meme)

From the time I saw that Alison Tyler had an affinity for typewriters, I trusted her completely. I saw this meme on her blog, and asked to be part of it because I like to hold a mirror to myself to revisit my purpose sometimes. I’m a writer, but I barely think about why and my process. I started writing as a little girl, the same way birds start building nests–instinctively. I answered the questions first, then wrote the introduction which verifies the writing process I described below.

What am I working on?

I have several anthologies and some full-length novels I am working on for Ravenous Romance, and I am writing a short story for one of the anthologies.

How does my work differ from others in its genre?

I am pretty much like everyone else, but I am telling the story. No one is reinventing the wheel in any genre, but we all tell the story differently. I am not particularly good about describing myself, but I have been told my storytelling style leaves the reader with an atmosphere of mystery which I like because who would connect that immediately to an erotic piece that is not a thriller? I will go to certain places and take photographs, so that I can remember their details to include in a story. The story I am working on now had a scene relocated from a hotel lobby, to that of a cigar bar that I was in.

Why do I write what I do?

In my experience, love is everything. No matter how people want to resist it and make it seem like it is hokey, once people fall in love it changes everything, becomes everything. So marvelous and intoxicating, like turning around and around the way children do until they get dizzy and lie on the floor to recover. Writing about people losing control in love, I love it. Gotta have that man or woman now syndrome, and the rabbit hole that it takes someone down.

How does my writing process work?

If fiction is supposed to mirror real life (although real life is much more bizarre!), you certainly do not have an outline for how to live. I never do an outline, I think it cheats my characters if I know what is going to happen every step of the way. Usually with me stories end happily, though I like some darkness too. But the cream in the middle is structured from scene to scene. The same way that in an instant I think I am going to do something and end up doing something else, I provide my characters the exact same freedom.

You can read Alison’s meme here, and see the other writers who are doing it as well.

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