Ashley Lister Is In The Chair

Jul 28

I am so excited to have Ashley Lister in my grilling chair today – not only because he is one of erotica’s best good eggs, but because his latest work is set in a Michelin-starred restaurant and perhaps he can give me some ideas for my barbecue! Not that one can have too many spicy sausages, of course. Welcome, Ashley!

  1. Who was your first famous-person crush?

I can’t tell you my first famous-person crush, because I honestly don’t remember. But I can tell you my longest-lasting famous-person crush. Ever since I watched Season 3 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I’ve been enamoured by the character Faith.

For those unfamiliar with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Faith is an anti-hero who dresses in leathers, kicks ass in a fight, and is always focused on getting results no matter what she has to do. She’s a good person who does bad things, or a bad person who does good things, and that duality of her character traits excites me. That and the leathers.

  1. What writers inspired you as a child and young adult?

I grew up reading Enid Blyton stories. She was a wonderful storyteller and her stories could transport me into fun worlds of adventure and excitement. From there I grew into the gentle murder mysteries of Agatha Christie and then I moved onto the gruesome horror of Stephen King. The key thing linking all three of those writers is that they each know how to tell a story.

  1.  What made you turn your hand to writing erotica?

I followed the writer’s axiom: write what you know.

  1. Have any of your books/stories/scenes been inspired by a song or piece of music?

No. I once tried to write an erotic story based on Puccini’s Tosca. The central theme to that story always struck me as being about domination and subjugation and I figured it would make for an interesting challenge. However, the more you read the libretto of Tosca, the more you realise there’s misery, inappropriate sexual conflict, and a lot of death at the climax. I’m not averse to killing off characters. But, in our current climate of sex-positive HEAs, I can’t see that many publishers would be rushing out to commission a story where all the main players are dead at the end after 400 pages of unrelenting misery.

  1.       Do you think where you live has influenced what you write?

Yes and no. I live in Blackpool, a seaside town in the North West of England. I’ve never included Blackpool as a location in one of my stories. But I’m aware that my specific environment (home, office, pub, etc) is always a strong influence on the background of my fiction.

  1. You review books for Erotica Revealed. Does reviewing make you a better writer, and vice versa?

There are times when I’m a bitch at Erotica Revealed. I can be unbearably hard on books if I think they’re of poor quality. This is not done to be clever or score cheap points. It’s done because I know how difficult it is to get readers to invest in your writing. When someone publishes something that is not of publishable quality, I feel I’m entitled to say as much and warn readers to invest their money in a more worthwhile product.

Does this make me a better writer? It makes me more determined to give readers value for money with my writing.

However, I’m not sure this always works. I recently had an amazon reviewer say the only good thing about one of my books was that it was recyclable – and therefore environmentally friendly. Which goes to show, I suppose, you can’t please all of the readers all of the time.

  1. How did you first become involved with the erotic fiction scene?

I was reading an adult magazine that wanted erotic short stories. I submitted one and it was published. Once I had a short story under my belt, which was fairly well received, I figured I should try and write something more substantial and novel length. Fortunately for me, there was an advert in my contributor’s copy from a publishing house looking for authors. Isn’t it amazing how these things can sometimes work out?

8.      What’s your heroine wearing when she’s bent on seduction?

With my current WIP she is usually being seduced rather than being bent on seduction. This means she’s usually wearing her chef’s whites.

9.      You are the author of How To Write Erotic Fiction. If you had to condense the book into three pieces of crucial advice, what would you choose?

The three pieces of crucial advice for all writers are as follows:

1) Write.

2) Read.

3) Edit.

10.  What are you working on now?

Right now, I’m working on an erotic romance trilogy: Sweet TemptationA Taste for Passion was released in June of this year by HarperCollins. The other two titles are due out later this year and early next year. It’s a story of a May-to-September romance in a Michelin-starred kitchen. There’s lots of spice. And the reviews so far are very positive.

Fantastic stuff, Ashley! Thanks for taking your place in the chair. And now I’m off to follow your writing advice!

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Rachel Kramer Bussel Is In The Chair

Jul 25

The weather just keeps on getting hotter, and so do the guests under the grill. Today I’m thrilled to welcome Rachel Kramer Bussel to the barbecue. Before I light the coals, I want to let any readers in the Washington D.C. area know that they can meet Rachel in person tomorrow and avail themselves of her excellent erotica-writing advice at this workshop. If you’re lucky enough to be able to do that – do it! And now, welcome, Rachel!

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  1. Your first erotic story, Monica and Me, was famously inspired by Monica Lewinsky. Have any other real people inspired subsequent pieces?

I’ve written about real people in my life, but I haven’t published anything about a celebrity again, though perhaps now I’ll try it! Over the years, I’ve learned how to disguise people and get creative with mashing up real people with those in my imagination. But that story remains a favorite and I’m so thrilled to see Monica back in the news, and, hopefully, happy.

  1. What writers inspired you as a child and young adult?

I’ve always been an avid reader but I don’t think I was inspired to write when I was younger. I was much more into reading and collecting books, everything from Sweet Valley High to true crime. I used to read Danielle Steel and I remember being intrigued by Love, Zena Beth by Diane Salvatore, the first lesbian novel I ever read. I’m not sure if there’s a direct line between what I read then and what I write now, but I’m sure it all collectively helped push me into writing.

  1. Which do you find easier, writing or editing?

Some days writing is easier, some days editing. Certainly editing other people’s stories is a welcome break from writing. I’m very good at the idea stage for an erotica story or essay, but often get suck in the middle. I can see things when I’m editing that I often fail to see when I’m revising my own work. But I get more ideas for new things to write, and am trying to find ways to make writing come more easily.

  1. Have any of your books/stories/scenes been inspired by a song or piece of music?

Yes. I wrote a story called “Fast Girls” inspired by a song of the same name by a band called Sarge. They let me use if for the book trailer for my anthology also called Fast Girls: Erotica for Women, which you can watch at http://fastgirlsbook.wordpress.com/about/

I’ve also used song titles as inspiration, though the stories often come out having nothing to do with the song. I like having a title when I start, even if it’s just a placeholder at the top of an otherwise blank page.

  1. I often see you recommending confessional writing and memoirs. Do you have a favourite one of these?

The memoir The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls. It’s my favorite book I’ve ever read. It’s such a smart, compassionate, powerful book, about family and love and empathy and identity, and foreseeing and building your own future while remaining true to your past.

  1. If you could meet up with your younger self just before she decided to write erotica, what advice would you give her?

I would probably tell her to grow a thicker skin and be more prepared for the consequences of using your real name. I’d also let her know that she should have more of a long-term strategy rather than doing things somewhat willy-nilly.

  1. You must have edited dozens – scores, even – of anthologies. What are the most popular themes?

I’ve edited close to 60 anthologies and the most popular are the BDSM themed ones like Please, Sir and Yes, Sir. Spanking ones like Cheeky Spanking Stories, Bottoms Up and Spanked have done well and something newer for me, short short stories, or flash fiction (1,200 words or less) in Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex and The Big Book of Orgasms, which is my favorite of all my books. I think the short short stories are polarizing; some people, like me, love the variety offered, and some feel cheated because the stories are “too short.” I totally get that, which is why there are dozens of others I’ve edited you can choose from. I love themed anthologies as an editor because I get to see how people take what I think is a pretty straightforward topic and give it a twist. My favorite example, one that I read from during my erotica writing workshops, is “Chemistry” by Velvet Moore in Orgasmic. It’s about a woman turned on by chemistry and chemists, and is one of the hottest and most creative stories I’ve ever read (probably in part because I almost failed chemistry in high school). I greatly admire people who can craft a full story in such a brief word count, stick to the theme, and make it incredibly hot.

  1. If you could write either shorts or novels for the rest of your career, which would you choose?

Shorts, because they’ve been great fun and brought me success so far, but hopefully someday my answer will change to novels. I like short stories because I can see the beginning, middle and end in my head when I set out, though of course they often change.

  1. What’s your heroine wearing when she’s bent on seduction?

Probably nothing or possibly tall, sexy heels and fishnets that can be torn off.

  1. What are you working on now?

I’m promoting my new anthology The Big Book of Submission: 69 Kinky Tales (you can read excerpts from each story on Tumblr at http://thebigbookofsubmission.tumblr.com/post/90168966818/69-bdsm-erotica-stories-69-excerpts-from-the-big-book) getting ready for the new one on its heels, Hungry for More: Romantic Fantasies for Women (http://hungryformorebook.tumblr.com/post/86958469709/hungry-for-more-romantic-fantasies-for-women-table-of), which has an innocent title but is truly one of the filthiest, most daring erotica books I’ve ever worked on. I’m working on a book of my own erotic short stories and teaching many erotica writing workshops and doing readings in Baltimore, Washington, DC, Seattle, Portland, Oregon, Los Angeles, Chicago, Milwaukee and New York!

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Thank you for a fantastic interview, Rachel! I think I would have given my previous self the same writing advice as you did – apart from the bit about using my own name, which I don’t. Great stuff and good luck with the workshops.

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Jilly Boyd Is In The Chair

Jul 21

On a hot summer day, I have a hot summer guest – the lovely Jilly Boyd. If you aren’t familiar with her blog, you should be!

Welcome, Jilly!

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1.       Who was your first famous-person crush?

Oh god. I had to rack my brain for that one. I think it was the first person whose poster I can remember hanging on my wall – Michael Owen, the footballer. I wasn’t even into football, I just though he was pretty.

2.       What writers inspired you as a child and young adult?

I was one of the many fortunate kids to grow along with the Harry Potter books, so JK was definitely someone who sparked that want-to-write fire in my head. Louise Rennison, who wrote the absolutely awesome Georgia Nicolson series of books (I recommend those to anyone, regardless of your age) was another person who inspired me. I mean, Angus, Thongs and Full-frontal Snogging is just about one of the best things that happened to me in my life.

3.       Is there a scene from a film or TV programme that works for you every time?

I have a certain amount of affection for the chair through window scene in Body Heat.

4.       Have any of your books/stories/scenes been inspired by a song or piece of music?

Not that I can think of immediately. I get more inspired by visuals, like scenes from films, things I see on the streets, and things I come across in magazines and stuff. Best tip I can give when it comes to finding inspiration: open your eyes and ears because it’s right there, all around you.

5.       What city is sexy? Why?

Bristol. Lots of hidden nooks and crannies to do dirty things in…

6.       Heroes or villains?

I think my appetite can swing either way, on a case by case basis.

7.       You have recently turned your hand to editing. What challenges has that thrown up?

I’ve always prided myself on being very proficient in English (it being my second language)– until I started editing work on Flappers, Jazz and Valentino. The amount of times I second, third and fourth guessed myself on how a word was spelled or a sentence was structured were way, way too many to count on two hands.

8.       Why did you choose the 1920s as the theme of your anthology? Do you have a favourite 20s-set book or film?

I have a peculiar fascination with the era. So many things happened during those years, like the talkies, the first movie stars, Al Capone, the Harlem Renaissance, jazz music, Art Deco, Lindbergh flying solo across the Atlantic and, like a thousand things more. Doing this anthology made me want to delve in to the era fully, and it’s definitely something I’m going to do once I get time and can find some good resources.

As for having a favourite book or film set in the twenties, I absolutely adore both Singin’ in The Rain and The Artist.

9.       What’s your heroine wearing when she’s bent on seduction?

A grin on her face and a downright dirty look in her eyes.

10.   What are you working on now?

A sexy sci-fi novella, which I haven’t got a title for yet. I’m also working on a couple of other short stories, and brainstorming about any future novellas/novels.

Hooray for sexy Bristol! I’ve set a novel there, so I definitely agree. Thank you for a most interesting read – and good luck with all your projects.

 

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Fancy A Dip?

Jul 18

It’s baking hot in most parts of the UK, and several places outside it, right now – the kind of unforgiving humidity that makes you seek refreshment in cool, clear water. Mmm. Imagine it.

Or, if you’d rather not imagine it, take a look at this new anthology – five erotic stories with a watery theme. Perfect for summer!

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There are stories by Janine Ashbless, Lisette Ashton, Primula Bond, Vina Green and me!

Dive in for a closer look!

 

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Sommer Marsden Is In The Chair

Jul 14

Allons, enfants de la patrie! It’s Bastille Day and, even better, the legendary Sommer Marsden is tied to my chair. And that’s where she’s staying, if I have anything to do with it… Welcome, Sommer!

  1. Who was your first famous-person crush?
    This would have to be a tie between Shaun Cassidy and Scott Baio.
  2. What writers inspired you as a child and young adult?
    Dual answer for this. As a child it was Carolyn Keene, as a young adult definitely Stephen King. It seems I went from kids’ books to adults’ rather fast at around 12 or 13. There wasn’t the sea of well-written young adult fiction there is now. We were much more limited and if you were an advanced reader you were kind of screwed. You had to dive right into the adult section.
  3. Is there a scene from a film or TV programme that works for you every time? 
    Now when we say “works for you”…are we talking dirty? If yes, then I would have to say all the sex scenes in 9 1/2 weeks. All of them. If no, then the “inconceivable” scene from The Princess Bride. There. I covered both ends.
  4. Have any of your books/stories/scenes been inspired by a song or piece of music?
    So many it’s not even funny. The entire Divination Falls trilogy was based (in part) on Florence and the Machine songs. I have a book fleshed out that’s entirely based on the thoughts I had listening to a song from the True Blood soundtrack. Which is why you’ll find the same CDs in my car for ages. Half of them contain a song that I’m listening to an brainstorming over.
  5. In your dream episode of Dr Who: which Doctor, which companion, which enemy? 
    The tenth Doctor, of course! And Donna. We’d face (durr) the Weeping Angels. (and then I pee my pants…)
  6. Vampires or werewolves?
    Werewolves! Next question!
  7. You have written in lots of different sub-genres. Do you have a favourite?
    Paranormal, I think. Which is ironic since I once swore I’d never do it. But when I look at books like Automagically and Allure etc, I realize how much fun they were to write and I’m itching to do a  new one.
  8. If you could write either shorts or novels for the rest of your career, which would you choose?
    I’d have to forsake the short for the novel at this point. But once upon a time I’d never have believed that would be my choice.
  9. What’s your heroine wearing when she’s bent on seduction?
    Ha, you will be surprised. Jeans, boots, striped socks, her favorite top. Does not sound very sexy, does it? But I think if you’re comfortable in your skin (and your outfit) you’re sexy. So I tend to dress them the way I’d feel the most confident. The boots are a must. (so are the socks)
  10. What are you working on now?
    A horror novel as my actual self. It’s bizarre. No sex to be found. But it’s a challenge and that’s what I truly needed :)

Can’t wait! Sorry about the density of the text here but I couldn’t insert line breaks without buggering up the numbers. I’d have deleted the numbers, but apparently that’s impossible?

Great interview! And now I have the Charles In Charge theme in my head…

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Lily Harlem Has Scored

Jul 11

How completely appropriate, two days before the World Cup final (Go, Germany!) to have Lily Harlem here to talk about her football-themed erotic romance, Scored. I’ve got my strip on and I’m lining up to mumble the national anthem in a massive field in her honour. Welcome, Lily!

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Scored by Lily Harlem

 

Thanks so much for inviting me over today, Justine, it’s great to be here. I’m so excited about the FIFA 2014 World Cup because along with hockey and tennis, football (soccer to you US guys) is one of my favourite sports to watch – though on occasion I have been known to roll up my sleeves, show off my ball handling skills and get involved in the odd tackle! LOL

 

My erotic romance Scored isn’t about the World Cup, though, but the European Cup, specifically the 2012 European Cup hosted by Ukraine. I watched it avidly and was so inspired by all those sexy athletes shooting up and down the pitch that I created an England captain all of my own – enter Lewis Tate. Yum! He’s the perfect combination of alpha male, considerate English gent and single-minded sportsman.

 

The heroine in Scored, Nicky, is a sports journalist, and a serious one at that. She isn’t interested in the gossip and the scandal surrounding the players, she wants to get the lowdown on the formation, the starting line up and the on-pitch skills. Yes, of course she does, she also can’t help having a major crush on Lewis, and despite some of her Bridget Jones’ ways, it seems he kinda likes her too!

 

I took inspiration for one particular aspect of the plot from a former England manager who actually put a ban on sex for the England players during a major tournament. The wives and girlfriends (WAGS) were left behind, or made to stay in a different hotel from the players. I think the media really hyped it up and in reality he only insisted on celibacy the night before a match. In other words he sent the players to bed early to get their beauty sleep uninterrupted by their pretty ladies wanton demands.

 

It makes for a fun concept, however, and as an author I took it a little further and in Scored the manager, Fellows, really isn’t a very nice sort and not at all happy that one of the sports journalists – our lovely heroine – is a pretty female who’s caught the eye of the captain. She also has to stay in the same hotel as the players because of a room mix-up, and the players are not supposed to be having any contact with the opposite sex. Add in an embarrassing elevator moment with a vibrator, a white bikini that Nicky really should have checked for transparency issues before wearing it, and it’s a lot of fun watching her and Lewis grow their attraction for one another. In fact it’s just boy meets girl!

 

Oh, but combined with the element of risk when liaisons have to be planned and carried out in secret, and the tension is off the charts and the final coming together(s) all the more delicious! Not least because Lewis Tate is a man who demands perfection and off-the-scale results not just on the pitch, but also in the bedroom!

 

Blurb

 

Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after?

 

So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no?

 

Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare.

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Here’s a snippet from Scored

 

A knock at the door caught my attention.

Trying to suppress a bubble of excitement that it might be the one person I wanted to see but had been forbidden to, I looked through the spy hole.

A deep blue eye stared back at me, unblinking.
I started a little, pressed my hand to my chest and tugged the door open.
“I saw Fellows talking to you and I just wanted to check you were okay,”

Lewis said then glanced toward the elevator. “Yes. I think so.”

He frowned. “Can I come in?”

“Do you think you should?” Wouldn’t that just be aggravating the situation further? The more time I spent with Lewis the more time I wanted to spend with him, and that would end badly for everyone, especially my heart. Guys like Lewis Tate dated super-models, glamour girls, Hollywood starlets not sports journalists. This was just a glitch in my fate. Soon everything would get back to boring normality.

“If I think so is the answer to my question of are you okay then yes, I do think I should come in.” He didn’t wait for my response, just pushed into the room.

I stepped away, Fellows’ words ringing in my ears—do not make yourself available for conversations with the England team. Well, I wasn’t. Lewis had sought me out for the second time. He was making himself available for conversations with me.

Lewis shut the door and walked across the room.

I retreated toward the end of the bed. Half turned away from him. He was just too tempting. Too damn gorgeous, and the impulse to fling myself at him, strip him naked and lick every inch of his body was almost overwhelming.

“Nicky,” he said with a frown.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“According to Fellows no, I shouldn’t, but let’s get this straight. I don’t give a fuck what he says. He’s my manager when it comes to the game but he’s not in charge of me when I’m off the pitch. In case you hadn’t noticed I’m a grown man. I can decide for myself what I do and don’t want to do.”

The sharp tone of his voice rang around the walls and I turned, surprised at his vehement declaration.

He folded his arms. “I go along with his no-wives-or-girlfriends rule when we’re playing big tournaments for the sake of the younger players. Taylor, for example, is fresh from leaving home. Give him free rein in a place like this, a wallet full of cash and stardom gone to his head and he wouldn’t be able to think of anything but getting laid, and we need him out there on the pitch. We need his mind to be focused on one thing only—defending.”

I hesitated for a moment. “And is that what you’re thinking about?”

“What do you mean?”

“Getting laid.”
He cocked his head and gave an irritated huff. “Give me some credit.”

I glanced down at my dress, plucked a tiny bit of fluff from my abdomen. “I’m just trying to understand what you’re doing in my room again, Lewis.” Maybe he was a sadist and enjoyed seeing women fall for him then tossed them aside and watched the carnage.

“You really want to know why I’m here?” His voice was low and serious.

“Yes.”

He moved over to me, did that thing again where he filled my vision and flooded all of my senses. He cupped my cheek in his palm and his gaze latched onto mine, soft but somehow burning with intensity. “I’m just a guy who likes a girl, Nicky. That’s why I’m here.”

He’s just a guy who likes a girl and that girl is me?

Warmth from his hand seeped right through me and settled in places that begged for attention. My heart swelled with the words he’d just said. I was a girl who liked a guy too. But there was so much in our way. Was here and now even vaguely professional for either of us?

“We can’t do this.”

“We’re not doing anything,” he murmured, sliding his other arm around my waist and pulling me close.

I rested my hands on his chest, felt the small hard points of his nipples beneath my palms. “I think we are doing something,” I said, struggling to keep a shake from my voice. The feel of his body, solid and defined, was sending my hormones into a tail-spin. I tried desperately to think rationally. “Fellows said if England lost he would point the finger at me.”

Lewis’ jaw tightened and the beautiful softness left his eyes. “He’s out of line saying something like that to you.”

“Well I know, but…”

“But what?”

“He seemed pretty confident when he said he’d make sure the whole country was after my blood if England lost.” I gave a small shudder. “Not a nice thought to go to sleep on, actually.”

He was quiet for a moment, his lips a flat line. “I won’t let that happen.” He slid his hand from my cheek and took a lock of my hair between his thumb and index finger, rubbing it gently so the strands fanned out. “No one will hurt you because of me. I promise.”

“That’s a big promise to make.”

“It simply makes us equal.”
His heavenly scent and the low murmur of his voice was settling my nerves.

“Equal?”

“Yeah, you’ve promised to only use my name in your reports when writing about football. Nothing else that is said or happens between us will be in the public domain.”

“Of course, that is the ethic I work by and—”

“And, I promise not to let Fellows harm you personally or professionally.” He stopped fiddling with my hair and rested his hand on my shoulder. A flash of uncertainly crossed his face. “Of course, it all depends on one thing.”

I swallowed tightly. “And that is?”

“Do you like me, Nicky?”

There was a vulnerability about him in that instant, and if I wasn’t falling for him already with all the grace of super-sized tornado, I certainly would be now. “You’re one of my favorite players. I’ve admired you from afar for many years. But as a guy, who you are off the pitch, I…” I struggled to put my thoughts into words.

He swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “Go on.”

“Off the pitch I don’t know you very well, though what I do know, yes…” I smiled up at him. “I like you very much.”

I felt him relax. “In that case we’ll figure this out.”
He pulled me closer.

I slid my hands upward, over his collarbones, and linked my fingers at his nape. The ends of his hair tickled my wrists, and my breasts pressed just below his pecs. Once again an image of us naked, writhing on the bed and giving in to carnal desires flooded my thoughts. I’d never wanted a man as much as I wanted Lewis Tate. There was just something about him that set me on fire.

“Dance with me,” he said onto my lips. “Forget about all of the craziness. It’s just us in here, no one else. Nothing else.”

He began to sway and I became aware of the violin music on the TV. It was a lovely gentle tune that wrapped around us, became part of us, and my body moved instinctually in time with it, in time with Lewis.

“You even smell pretty,” he whispered.

“Thank you. So do you, well…” I giggled. “Not pretty, manly I suppose.”

“I’m glad you clarified that.”

For a few moments we just held each other and moved slowly to the music. I was hyperaware of every section of my body that was touching his, from my chest right down to our toes that knocked occasionally.

“I was worried,” he said, pulling back slightly. “After I kissed you in the elevator.”

“Why?”

“That you’d be angry with me.”

“Erm, no. Actually, I liked it, very much.”

“Me too.” His mouth twitched into a half smile. “But I hadn’t asked you. I just did it. I don’t know what came over me. It was like you’d put a spell on me or something.”

I grinned. “I’m glad whatever spell was cast worked.”

His face was so close our breaths were mingling.

“Does that mean I can do it again?” he asked.

Yes, please.

“I think we just established that you don’t need to ask.”

He stopped our gentle dance, paused for a second, then rested his lips over mine. His mouth was barely parted and his damp tongue just warmed the center of my bottom lip.

I pressed myself to him. Touched the tip of my tongue to his and allowed myself to get lost in the deliciousness of his flavor and the way he was squeezing me tight. His arms were solid around me and I could feel the power harnessed within his muscles. He was so strong yet so gentle. It was an intoxicating combination that hit all the right buttons in me.

Quickly the kiss intensified, not so that it became fast and frantic, just deep and soul-searching. I adored how he played with my tongue and explored my mouth. I gave as good as I got, drinking him up, catching my breaths when I could.

Tangling my fingers in his hair, I pulled him closer. Delighted in the sudden zap of sensation that seared up my spine when he ran his hands down my back and cupped my buttocks. I had no choice but to give in to the heat and longing building within me. My pussy was damp and my skin greedy for every caress. Sex was taking over all my thoughts.

He lifted me by my bum cheeks, onto my toes and trapped me tight against his body.

I gasped into his mouth as the steely length of his erection prodded my abdomen.

“Ah, honey, you’re driving me nuts,” he murmured, then kissed me again— eagerly, hungrily, as though he might never stop.

 

 

Oh, lucky Nicky! Lewis is just so perfect for her. Here are a few reviews of Scored which also won the Golden Nib Award from industry review site Miz Love Loves Books…

 

“Lily Harlem’s story of a famous footballer and a hardcore sports writer is one of the best happily ever after erotica novels I’ve read.”

 

“Explosive, and oh my god wow, that’s all I can say. I could not put the book (Scored) down till I was finished. A must read!”

 

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And if you like Pinterest this might be right up your street… http://www.pinterest.com/lilyharlem/sexy-soccer-scored/

 

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Find out more about me and my work on my website http://www.lilyharlem.com follow my blog for daily musings http://www.lilyharlem.blogspot.co.uk and subscribe to my newsletter for information on new releases, freebies and contests http://www.lilyharlem.com/newsletter-subscription.html

 

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A.M. Hartnett Is In The Chair

Jul 07

Hooray, hooray, Annemarie is here today! She was the original inspiration for this series – I was writing her some interview questions about her new book and finding it rather enjoyable. Made me think I’d like to know more about some other people too. And here we are! And here’s the chair. And here’s A.M.

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1. How easy is it for you to find time to write?

 

It became easy when I decided it was up to me to make the time. That, unfortunately, meant something had to go. No, wait, scratch that – everything had to go. My social life is about 10% of what it once and the cleanliness of my apartment can attest to my new schedule. Still, as a result I knocked out three novels, one novella, and two novelettes in a year, which is pretty good given I have have eight hours of the day accounted for.

 

2. What was your path to erotica? 

 

I’ve told this story about a hundred times, I’m going to have to make something up haha. Basically I got some really bad advice from a career counselor who, after taking one look at my resume and noting my degree in English, decided I should be a writer as opposed to employed, so while I worked as a temp I started writing filthy stories out of spite. That was about 8 years ago, and as it turns out I’ve got a knack for it.

 

While I still think it was terrible advice to give some jobless new grad, I probably wouldn’t have taken any steps to write professionally without that meeting. I had always done some writing, and in many instances I abandoned what I had written because the outcome was so filthy – the villain always turned out to be demon in bed and the boy-next-door always had his little kink – so the path to erotica was always there underneath the debris.

 

3. Do your friends and family know you write? If so, are they supportive?

 

I only recently started to share with friends and whatnot. I told my mother just a few weeks ago as a way to explain why I rarely came around in the evenings, and I told most of my co-workers: the reaction has ranged from “meh” to the demand I share immediately. My boss knew for years, and it nearly killed her to keep it a secret for so long.

 

The biggest support so far has been one of my oldest friends, who also just found out. She had a small fit when I told her, gobbled up the copy of Uncover Me I sent her, and from what I can tell has told everyone she knows. She lives quite far away and I’ll be seeing her for the first time in 20 years this month, the same day when my second Mischief release comes out, so we’ll be celebrating with a bit of a drink. I also have a bag filled with erotic anthologies to pass on to her :)

 

4. Is your writing influenced by where you live?

 

Sometimes. I tend to write home because it’s the easy route. I can see in my head where these characters are. A good example would be Uncover Me, set in Halifax. Carrie and Brendan’s first meeting begins at a coffee house near where I lived during the writing of the story, and ends up just outside of the Victorian public gardens just up the street a bit. It may seem like a wink and a nod to my hometown, but it was just geography.

 

The Deep End was a little different. It begins in a boardroom in a Toronto office building but has to move to the rural somewhere in Canada where my hero, Jacques, is hiding from the world. His retreat was almost in his birth province of Quebec, but I decided to drop him into the backwoods of New Brunswick because I like the area and I think he would feel more securely hidden there.

 

5. Have you ever been inspired by song or piece of music? Or if not, maybe a picture?

 

One of my writing tricks is to use a photo as a prompt for a short story. That’s how the first scene of Uncover Me was born. On Tumblr, I saw a picture of a woman in a certain pose and was inspired to write about how she got that way.

 

6. Your new Mischief book, Uncover Me, is about a sex blogger. Do you have any favourite sex blogs?

 

Oooh, do I ever. Top of the list is BoyBoyGirlLove <http://boyboygirllove.tumblr.com>. I got in touch with this blogger a little while ago to find out about what made her start the blog – turns out it began with her love of gay erotic ebooks and spurred an interest in bisexuality.

 

Others include (all NSFW):

 

Dicks for Girls <http://dicksforgirls.tumblr.com>

Arrow of Adonis <http://arrowofadonis.tumblr.com>

Classically Curvaceous <http://classically-curvaceous.tumblr.com>

Red Hot Riding Hood <http://redhottridinghood.tumblr.com>

Porn4Ladies <http://porn4ladies.tumblr.com>

 

7. You’ve gone from short stories to series with apparent ease! Was writing and planning a series a real challenge, or had you had it in your head for a while?

 

Yes and no. The first book had gone through a number of incarnations — or rather, its hero did. He started off as a French Canadian crime boss in hiding, and somewhere along the way got amalgamated with another idea about a bad boy who is attacked in his bed by his girlfriend. Many years later, I ended up with a French Canadian former bad boy attacked in his bed by his girlfriend and now hiding. In other words, Jacques Taureau.

 

I never intended to write a sequel, but I made the mistake of bringing in a secondary character by the name of Simon Reeve. He had one job and he did it, but as I was working through a follow up novel he just appeared in a scene. At that point I decided I also wanted to write his story, so the next thing I knew I was pitching a series to my editor.

 

8. What if you could cast whoever you liked in the film adaptation of your trilogy?

 

This would normally be a question that would make me throw holy water on you, but I have to admit that Molly, the heroine from the second book in Carried Away, is based largely on Michelle Ryan. I was trying to conjure a heroine for Quinn and she just appeared in my head. I think I may have just watched her episode of Doctor Who, or maybe even Jekyll. Either way, if you want to know what Molly looks like, look no further than Michelle Ryan.

 

9. Do you think you’ll write more longer books in the future, or will short stories claim you back?

 

Part of the problem is that I’m having trouble keeping the stories short. The Deep End was a short story I threw up for free on Smashwords when I gave up on writing anything longer, but it was just so incomplete. I knew there was more to it, and so did readers who remarked on it.

 

Right now I’m just keeping my eye out for submission calls that grab me. I’ve got one in mind for now. I also have a few more stories that are already completed and will be released at some point. A few for the wonderful Alison Tyler, and my zombie romance (yes, you read that right, my hero is an animated corpse) for Mitzi Szereto’s anthology.

 

10. What are you working on now?

 

By the time this is posted, I will be off somewhere crying softly because I’ve finished my series and desperately miss Simon. My breakdown won’t last long, though. I have a few ideas I’m working out in my head right now, and like Jacques Taureau of The Deep End, another hero who won’t leave me alone.

 

Excerpt

 

Having him in her space put her on edge.

Her knees wobbled as soon as she opened the door. She charged on through with Brendan trailing behind her. She found she couldn’t breathe as she stood with her back to him, stripped off her coat and tossed it on to the edge of the sofa.

She was terrified.

‘This is where all your money goes,’ he said quietly, and Carrie turned.

‘Excuse me?’

He stood in front of the door, gaze roaming over every inch of her apartment. ‘You’ve got nice things, expensive things.’

Carrie crossed her arms over her chest, mostly to keep her hands from shaking, but also to show her annoyance. ‘So I like nice things. I buy nice things. What else would I do with my money?’

‘How much did that mirror cost?’

‘What does it matter?’

Brendan shrugged. ‘Just thinking of the other fun things you could have bought with the money.’

She shrugged. ‘It’s a knock-off. Forty bucks at Pier One.’

‘Forty bucks could still get you a lot of goodies to show off.’

He glanced at his shoes and then at her, and with a smirk pushed them off his feet. A mad little panic skittered through her belly.

If he gets too cosy, I can’t push him out the door.

‘Do you want to give me the tour or should I just make myself comfortable?’

‘Right. Sorry.’ She stepped to the centre of the room, ‘This is the living room, obviously. Behind you to the left is the kitchen. It’s not huge or anything, but I only cook once a week and … what?’

He was grinning. ‘I’m not interviewing you for a lifestyle magazine. I just need to know my away around.’

Carrie sucked in a deep breath and tried to relax, but she couldn’t bring herself to unclamp her arms from across her chest. ‘I’m sorry. I’m nervous.’

‘Then you’ll have to settle down.’ He padded around the sofa in his socked feet. ‘Allow me. Living room, obviously.’

As he went to every corner of the room, touching and feeling her things, Carrie just got tighter and tighter. The enormity of what she had done grew with every step he took. As he peered from her window onto the street, she suddenly wanted him out, but now that he was in she had no idea how to make that happen.

Her head was a mess. Part of her wanted to go forward. Part of her wanted to go back to her safe little life.

‘Kitchen. Tiny, but a little bit of counter space,’ he said as he walked through the hall. ‘Bathroom. Big. Big enough for two or more.’

She followed and stood in the doorway as he sized up the tub. ‘You’re looking at every single surface in here and gauging it for … for …’

‘Stability? Comfort? Fuckability? No, not really. Anyone can fuck anywhere if they want it bad enough, but now that you mention it –’ he stepped into the tub and sat down ‘– it’s been a while since I had any fun under running water. Too tricky unless there’s enough room to move. I wouldn’t fuck in here, but there’s definitely enough room to play.’

He stretched out his legs and rested his feet on the lip of the bath, then folded his hands behind his head. ‘You have another camera, don’t you? One with a tripod. Is it waterproof?’

Carrie nodded. The thought of being wet and slippery under the spray with him … oh, my.

‘I always wondered …’ he began, then shook his head. ‘Never mind.’

‘Tell me.’

‘It’s just, the way you come off in those pictures it’s obvious you like the appearance of being fucked. I was wondering if that’s why you decided to go almost completely bare.’ Carrie just burned as, chuckling, he extracted himself from the tub. ‘I’d say that one day you indulged a little while shaving, and you’ve been that way ever since because you like the way it looks and feels.’

The butterflies in her stomach went mad as he paused in the bedroom door. ‘Now this is telling me something. There’s never a good shot, but I had my suspicions.’

‘What?’

‘This bed.’ He hopped onto the mattress and knelt at the foot of the bed, one hand on the iron poster and the other resting on the throw tossed over the footboard. ‘I mean, Jesus Christ, this is the type of bed a woman buys when she wants to be fucked hard.’

She stepped forward and fingered one of the sheer curtains. ‘I bought this because –’

‘Yeah, yeah, whatever. You bought the bed so you could block out as much light as possible. You bought it because it was on sale. You bought it because it was the only one on the showroom floor. You can come up with a hundred reasons but experience tells me otherwise: a woman doesn’t buy a bed because it’s pretty, she buys it to get off in.’ He grinned and leaned back. ‘My dick’s wet just imagining the things you could get up to in this bed.’

And just like that, the mood shifted in the room. Brendan’s smile didn’t waver, but his eyes lost their merriment and softened. The heat of embarrassment that had been simmering under the surface of Carrie’s skin lost its sting and cooled to a warm, liquid river that ran through her.

Brendan’s presence seemed to give off an atmosphere all its own. It surrounded her.

She knew she would follow where he led her.

Blurb

 

The photos are becoming a compulsion for Carrie. As soon as she wakes up, she feels the need to engage with the readers of her erotic website, Dirty Pictures. No matter how hard she tries to focus on her real life the need is always there. The high is knowing that men desire her.

 

One day a comment on her erotic website makes Carrie go cold: one of her readers, Brendan, has recognised a landmark in the window of one of her pictures. Brendan knows where to find her and has sent a tantalising private message. His invitation to play was so tempting in no time at all, in a variety of settings, their sensual adventures become wild. Her sexual and emotional reawakening reaches peaks she never imagined possible.

 

Book Links:

 

Uncover Me

http://www.amazon.com/Uncover-Me-AM-Hartnett-ebook/dp/B00ICCRP92/

 

The Deep End (Carried Away #1) – Available for Pre-Order

http://www.amazon.com/Deep-End-Carried-Away-Book-ebook/dp/B00JIHFF92

 

Holding My Breath (Carried Away #2) – Available for Pre-Order

http://www.amazon.com/Holding-Breath-Carried-Away-Book-ebook/dp/B00KFEH0X6

 

Me:

 

http://www.amhartnett.com

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