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Hello, y’all. This is Kiru, one of the newbies here at Sexy Romance Stories. It’s great to be part of this wonderful group of authors. I was introduced to the rest of the group via Jennifer Lynne whom I met online last year through our mutual book publisher Breathless Press.

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As this is my first post here as a team member, I thought I’d do a quick get-to-know-Kiru post and share some of the TV shows I love watching. So here goes.

I’m the first in a family of five siblings. Although I was born in Nigeria, I currently live in the United Kingdom. I’m married with three kids—my youngest is just 9 weeks old. Yep, there’s a new baby in this house. 

So you should already know, I write sexy romance. My stories always have an African link, either set in Africa and/or with African characters. You can check out my website to find out more about my books.

It goes without saying that I love reading. Mostly romance novels. But I also read most other fiction, fantasy, historical and thrillers especially.

One genre I don’t enjoy reading is Horror fiction. I read Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and Anne Rice in my early 20s. I don’t read similar stuff anymore. Neither do I watch the movies. Scaring myself to death with nightmares isn’t fun. LOL

Talking about movies, I generally don’t watch a lot these days. In fact, I haven’t been to a cinema to see an adult movie for almost ten years, although, I take the kids to watch children’s films.

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The only time I get to watch TV is when I’m feeding baby, so I use it to catch up on my favourite movies or shows. For movies I watch action/thrillers (all action heroes/heroines kicking ass and blowing things up? Yeah! ), sci-fi and of course, romance.

These are my favourite TV shows at the moment:

NCIS Los Angeles (LL Cool J is hot as ex-Navy SEAL Sam Hanna.)

Hawaii 5-0 (Alex O’Loughlin plays sexy Lt Commander Steve McGarrett.)

Justified (Timothy Olyphant plays tough but softly spoke deputy US marshal Raylan Givens. He makes a Stetson look cool.)

Jacob’s Cross is a TV drama series about powerful oil magnates battling for Africa’s rich off-shore oil resources. Set in both South Africa and Nigeria, the story centres around businessman Jacob Makhubu Abayomi and his quest to build the next great African empire. Click the link below to watch the trailer.

Jacob’s Cross trailer

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And last but not least, Adams Apples is a mini-series set in the hustle and bustle of the city of Accra and its suburbs with glimpses of the exciting metropolis of London. It follows the lives of the four “Adams” Ghanaian women as they work through domestic struggles, family life and personal battles to achieve success and happiness in a fast changing 21st century Ghana.

So tell me what do you like to watch on TV or at the movies?

KINKY BET by Maggie Nash, reviewed by Jennifer Lynne

I’ve mentioned before that I am very choosy when it comes to romance with a BDSM theme. In my opinion not every author in this genre is able to differentiate between erotic kinky pleasure and plain old abuse.

Luckily I found KINKY BET by Aussie author Maggie Nash, a highly sensual BDSM story that falls clearly into the sexy pleasure category – and with a healthy dose of quirky fun adding even more enjoyment to the mix. This story about a bet between friends and the resultant sexual liaison between Erica and her delicious Dom kept me interested from the very first page.

There’s just something about a sexy Irishman with a thick brogue accent, don’t you think?

Conal had me on side from the moment he entered the room and took control at the BDSM retreat where Erica has been sent as punishment for losing the bet.

Erica’s need to find a place where she can feel “normal” at last, is an emotion that I believe resonates with many readers, regardless of whether or not we are into the BDSM scene. The heroine’s transition into “Enya” seemed natural and I love that her desire to be dominated was on her terms and no one else’s:

“I take it you enjoyed your first lesson, Enya.”

I’m allowed to answer him, aren’t I? He asked me a question, so I guess it’s okay. “It would have been better if I’d had an orgasm.”

His eyebrow lifted.

Oh shit. Was she meant to have kept quiet? Was it a rhetorical question? Oh what the heck? “It would have been better if I’d had an orgasm—Sir!”

Conal threw back his head and laughed loudly.

The sense of humour that permeated this story really helped me connect with the two main characters and I found myself rooting for their relationship as the story progressed.

Overall a thoroughly enjoyable, romantic and highly erotic read. I give KINKY BET 5 stars.

Have you ever participated in a kinky bet? Whether you won or lost the bet, we’d love you to share the sexy details right here!

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Blurb

Who knew losing a bet could be this much fun?

Erica Nielsen agreed to a bet with her best friend, but she never imagined losing would involve a weekend of punishment at Dangerous Liaisons, a BSDM retreat. But was it really punishment being trained by a sexy Irishman who takes her on a sexual journey of a lifetime?

Conal Brennan agrees to help a young woman find her submissive nature. He always enjoys being the one in control, but one look at the Nordic blonde he calls ‘Fire girl’ and he’s not sure who’s controlling whom.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of light BDSM, spanking, bondage, voyeurism, group sex, public sex, M/F/M, some F/F action and a whole lot of kink!

Want to know more about Maggie Nash? Visit her website HERE.

I’ve just returned from the RT Booklovers Convention in Kansas City. The annual event attracts around two-thousand romance readers, writers, bloggers, reviewers, and industry professionals, throwing them all together in one place with plenty of opportunity for them all to interact. There are workshops and events for everyone, but not exclusive to anyone. There are learning opportunities, games, social events, and parties galore, all under one roof.

It’s not unusual to find yourself in the elevator with a couple of NYT Bestselling authors or a group of fans dressed in their finest Steampunk regalia. Friends are made instantly over a common love of the romance genre. Standing in line at the one small restaurant in the hotel, having misplaced my roomie, I was on my own. No problem. The next person in line turned out to be the lovely Lynnette Austin. We shared a table and conversation over lunch, a brief moment of quiet in our hectic day. One morning at breakfast, Larry Kirshbaum, the chief of Amazon Publishing, was at the table next to myself and my roomie, Felice Fox.

Felice Fox

It was wonderful to reconnect with some author friends I rarely get to see, Eden Bradley/Eve Berlin, Jennifer Probst, and Tara Lain, to name a few.

Roz Lee & Tara Lain

Roz Lee & Jennifer Probst

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Roz Lee & Eden Bradley

Then there are the wonderful readers who devour everything we writers can come up with. A few of my favorites were Gloria from Oklahoma City, Mary, Linda and Anne from Rhode Island and Susan from Pennsylvania.

Post-conference, my vocal chords are strained and my smile muscles and feet aching, but I’m already looking forward to next year when I get to do it all over again. If you haven’t experienced one of these conventions, you’re truly missing out on a special experience. Next year the RT Booklovers convention will be held in New Orleans. I look forward to seeing you there. Laissez les bon temps rouler!

Visiting us today is author Lisa Carlisle, who writes paranormal erotic romance. Welcome Lisa!

Hi, thanks for having me. I’m here to talk about romance series. What is it about a series that we find difficult to resist? Each book ends leaving us wanting more. What happens next with the characters? Or who will be the characters in the next part of the series? I know I’m addicted to several series. What about you?

I write an erotic paranormal romance series with Ellora’s Cave called Underground Encounters and even as I’m writing them, I love wondering what’s going to happen next. When I’m working on a story, ideas come to me on the characters or future ideas for the series and it’s difficult not to run off and start the new story!

My series includes a variety of supernatural characters—vampires, shapeshifters, gargoyles, or humans with supernatural abilities—and I love the conflict that arises from their differences. No matter what type of character, one theme seems to resonate—they feel alone in the world, and perhaps unlovable. Yet when they meet their right someone, well, you can guess what happens next!

Ellora’s Cave just released an anthology called Night Encounters, which contains the first two books in my Underground Encounters series:
Smoldering Nights, an erotic vampire novella
Fiery Nights, an erotic paranormal romance
“…Get ready to be hooked on the series.” ~ Sizzling Hot Book Reviews.

Night Encounters: “Smoldering Nights” By Lisa Carlisle

Nike loves visiting the goth club Vamps—she can exchange her firefighter uniform for a slinky fantasy outfit. There she runs into the man she’d been admiring from afar at a rock-climbing gym. He’s been the star of all her sexual fantasies, so is it any wonder they end up in his private room upstairs? Just when things begin to heat up, Michel’s enemies appear.

Michel isn’t an ordinary mortal. And someone from his past is on the hunt for vengeance. Michel and Nike are forced to run and hide out in a coastal cottage in Maine. They can’t resist their attraction and spend the nights exploring each other’s bodies while trying to sort out how they feel. Can they overcome their differences while evading the predators chasing them?

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I gravitate toward stories with dark, brooding, isolated characters (think Heathcliff, Dracula, Darth Vader, and Severus Snape) and tough, independent, caring heroines. My reading tastes very widely, though, and I’ll read almost anything–especially paranormal romance, mysteries, and non-fiction on any new topic of interest.

When I was younger, I served in the Marine Corps and lived in Parris Island, the California desert, and Okinawa, Japan. Then I backpacked alone around the US and Europe and lived in Paris, France. These experiences have provided me enough settings and characters for a lifetime of writing. Currently, I live in the Boston area with my fantastic, supportive husband and two kids.

I love to stay in touch with readers. Visit www.lisacarlislebooks.com. More books in the series are coming as well as a military romance. Follow me to stay tuned!

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Thank you for inviting me to your blog. I’d like to introduce you to my third short story in my Love Charm series. Love Charm for Carlotta.

 Blurb: Carlotta doesn’t believe in love charms. Especially not when the bad boy hockey player from her past suddenly re-appears in her life. But the small town island atmosphere of Martha’s Vineyard conspires against her when she tries to escape him. Jace, and her memories, are everywhere she turns. Is it the love charm working, or something else? Do people change, or will she be courting heartbreak again if she succumbs to her high school sweetheart?

Carlotta owns a bakery on Martha’s Vineyard. Jace loves these rolls and thought you might enjoy the recipe.

Ingredients

• 2 cups milk
• 2 packages active dry yeast
• 1/2 cup warm water
• 1/3 cup white sugar
• 1/3 cup vegetable oil
• 1 tablespoon baking powder
• 2 teaspoons salt
• 1 egg
• 7 cups all-purpose flour (6 cups white; 1 cup whole wheat)
• 1 cup packed brown sugar
• 1/2 cup butter
• 2 tablespoons light corn syrup
• 1 cup chopped pecans
• 1/4 cup butter, softened
• 1/2 cup white sugar
• 1 1/2 tablespoons cinnamon

Directions

1. Warm milk in a saucepan until it bubbles. Remove from heat. Let cool until lukewarm. In a small bowl, dissolve yeast in warm water. Let stand until creamy, about 10 minutes.
2. In a large bowl, combine yeast mixture, milk, sugar, oil, baking powder, salt, egg and 3 cups flour. Beat until smooth. Stir in the remaining flour, beating well after each ½ cup addition. When the dough has pulled together, turn it onto a floured surface and knead until smooth and elastic, 8 minutes. Lightly oil a large bowl, place the dough in the bowl and coat with oil. Cover with a damp cloth and let rise in a warm place until doubled in volume, about 1 hour.
3. Heat brown sugar and 1/2 cup butter until melted. Remove from heat; stir in corn syrup. Divide mixture between two 9×13 inch baking pans. Sprinkle 1/2 cup pecans in each pan.
4. When dough has doubled in size, punch down and turn onto a floured surface. Roll out into a large rectangle and spread with butter. Sprinkle with sugar and cinnamon. Starting with the long side, roll up the rectangle into a log, and slice into 1 inch rolls. Place rolls in pans. Wrap pans with aluminum foil. Refrigerate at least 12 hours, no longer than 48.
5. Let rolls stand in a warm place until doubled in size, about 30 minutes. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
6. Bake uncovered until golden 30 to 35 minutes. Immediately invert pan on serving plate. Wait for 1 or 2 minutes before removing pan.

A tip from Jace: If you like your treats to be as sweet as Carlotta is, double the ingredients in Step 3 to make more of the topping.

Excerpt:

Jace hopped off the bike as it rocked to a stop.

“What are you doing?” Carlotta said. “I thought we were just going for a ride.”

Jace wanted to growl. Where was the girl who would have hopped off the bike, thrown her arms around him, and laughed with sheer joy? How could he find her again?

“Come on.” He pulled her off the Harley. “I want to see the breeze blowing your hair.” Actually, he wanted to see it flowing all over his stomach, but he wasn’t dumb enough to say so. Yet.

“I’ve been meaning to cut my hair,” Carlotta said.

“No way. It’s perfect.” He ran his hand lightly through her black curls. He’d enjoy the great view if he ever did get her to go down on him again.

She shivered, and he had to stifle the urge to grab her and tumble her down to the ground.

“I need to go home now,” she said.

“You used to love this beach.”

“I still come here.” She met his gaze. “Alone.”

He stepped closer and cupped a hand around her face. “Come on, Carlotta. I’ve got a whole lotta something for you.”

“That,” she said tartly, “is the worst line I’ve ever heard.”

But she didn’t step out of his reach and her eyes were sparkling again.

“You know I can be a goofball.” He touched the corner of her mouth. “I just wanted to put a smile on your face.”

For a moment, she stared at him in the moonlight. A sharp breeze blew off the water, and the surf lapped at the shore.

And then she licked his finger.

Jace caught his breath, afraid to move. He knew an invitation when he got it, but, for a moment, he was unsure of his approach. Would he scare her off if he let her see the passionate urgency that was overwhelming him? Or would he give her too much time to think if he tried a slow and gradual seduction?

“Carlotta—” he murmured. He slipped his finger into her mouth.

She sucked it in, and licked it again. While keeping her eyes fixed on him.

He thought he might come on the spot, fully clothed, while he explored her warm, wet mouth.

A lone seagull shrieked overhead, and Carlotta jerked back. She looked at him, her eyes wide. “What am I doing? I don’t even like you.”

Shit. Major check. “Of course you do, sweetie.” He bent down and kissed the side of her neck. “You’ve liked me since the day I gave you a dandelion in first grade.”

“I was easy then. I’ve grown up now.”

“So I’ve noticed.” He stroked his hands down the sides of her curvy body. “I can’t tell you how much I like your grown-up parts.” He touched the underside of her breasts.

“Jace,” she said in a warning tone. “I don’t want—”

He feathered his thumbs over her nipples and she gasped.

“You don’t want what?” he asked. He strained to keep his touch light as her nipples beaded.  The wait for her consent was torturing him.

“Carlotta?” Slowly, lightly, he continued to stroke her. She had to give in. He would die, otherwise.

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I have some pictures of Martha’s Vineyard on my Pinterest site: http://pinterest.com/carlycarson/

I collect cookbooks. I buy new ones, old ones, specialty ones and just about any one that catches my fancy. My daughter recently ran across one published by a Mennonite congregation in Mississippi so she bought me a copy. I like to think all the books in my collection are useful, therefore I won’t be purchasing Semenology – The Semen Bartenders Handbook.

Nope.

Not me.

And yes, this is a real book available for purchase ($22.95) from Amazon.

I also will not be purchasing Natural Harvest – A collection of semen-based recipes. ($24.95)

Call me crazy, but adding semen—even from a known source—to my food or drink doesn’t appeal.

The author of both books, Paul “Fotie” Photenhauer, did his best to convince me via the book descriptions, claiming that semen is nutritious with amazing texture and cooking properties. He cites the fluid’s delicate flavor as a reason to add it to cocktails, then he goes on to point out that fresh semen is available in most bars and kitchens.

Yuck.

I’ve heard stories about wait-staff spitting on food before delivering it to the table and Mr. Photenhauer’s comment will have me double-checking every condiment served to me for the rest of my life. And I’m not letting that cocktail glass out of my sight either!

Though completely grossed out and turned off by the very thought of using semen in food meant for consumption, being the curious type that I am, I decided to use the sneak preview option available to me. You know. Just in case I was mistaken.

Nope.

I’m not a fan of eggnog to begin with, but add semen to it and there isn’t enough money in the world to get me to drink it. And let’s just say I may never eat an éclair again.

Lest you think I’m sexist here…there are several websites—though no cookbooks that I could find—devoted to using human breast milk as a cooking ingredient. This website has everything from cupcakes and corn chowder to soap. And I seem to recall a while back someone was selling cheese made with human breast milk.

Umm…No.

I have to draw the line somewhere.

Have you used any of these unique ingredients? Come on. Tell us. We’re dying to know!

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As squeamish as I am about this subject, it hasn’t stopped me from using something similar in one of my books. If you haven’t been aboard the Lothario, my erotic themed cruise ship, then let me take you there for a moment. Here’s an excerpt from THE LUST BOAT, the first of five books in the Lothario series, where Ryan and Candace visit Pan’s Lounge.

Excerpt -

She’d never seen anything like it in her life, a sentiment she’d become intimate with since she set foot on the Lothario. The waiters in Pan’s Lounge wore gigantic phallic codpieces, some held upright with a strap around their neck. Other than the codpieces of varying designs, the men were naked. Ryan guided her to a cozy alcove with a good view of the bar. They ordered drinks from a waiter whose wooden phallus reached his shoulders. When the waiter left, Candace asked in a low voice, “Doesn’t that hurt?”

“They say it doesn’t. It helps to be at least semi-erect inside it and with all the beautiful women coming in to see them, that it’s not too hard, pardon the pun, to do. They like it when you stroke them.”

“I couldn’t do that.” She curled her fists in her lap.

“Try it when he brings our drinks.”

“Are you sure he won’t mind?”

Ryan pointed to another booth where three women were stroking their waiter’s phallus. “Trust me. He will expect it. He’ll probably lean in so close you could lick him.”

The waiter returned with their drinks in tall penis-shaped glasses, with a large opening at the tip to sip the drink through. He leaned in close to Candace. His giant phallus bobbed near her nose. Ryan nudged her and she closed her hand around the cold wood.

“Yes,” the waiter breathed out, flexing his hips in a suggestive manner. “That feels good.” Candace blushed scarlet and dropped her hand.

“Thanks Pan,” Ryan said. “You can go now.”

“Pan?”

“Pan was known in Mythology to masturbate often. He’s depicted in ancient art with a larger-than-life penis. In the evening, this place is crawling with men masturbating for anyone who wants to watch. These alcoves fill up with women and the waiters will masturbate, or allow the passengers to give them a hand job.”

Candace sipped her drink. “So this is tame.”

“In comparison, yes. Do you want to come back this evening and see for yourself?”

“Sure. I don’t think I’d want to give anyone a hand job, but I think I’d like to watch for a while.” She took another sip of her drink. “Do they, you know, come?”

“Some do, especially the passengers. The waiters have better control, but occasionally they do too. The last night of the cruise they have a semen tasting here.”

“I’m afraid to ask…”

“The samples come from men who have been thoroughly tested. Women line up to taste them.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope.”

“I think I’ll pass on that entertainment.” Candace dropped her hand to Ryan’s thigh and slid it up and under his wrap. She closed her hand around his still hard shaft. Ryan sucked in a breath and pressed a hand on top of hers. “No fair.”

“Will you masturbate for me?”

“Here? Now?”

“No one can see.”

“Sweet heavens, you’re going to be the death of me.” Ryan protested, but slipped his hand beneath the wrap and replaced her hand with his. “Just a little. I don’t want to come here.” He stroked his aching cock a few times. “Put your hand over mine.”

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Romancing the Jock

I was lonely growing up…  I think many people are.  But I fixed that all right!

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The loneliness seemed most acute when we traveled. My parents liked to take us on lots of vacations, by car and sometimes by plane,and we had lots of good adventures. But by the time I was 12 or 13 years old, sitting by myself, looking out the window on those long journeys, I felt so alone.

Back then, I blamed it on being the odd one out–my younger brothers had each other and my parents did too. But I think it was mostly that I had become a teenager, and was longing to leave my parents and have my own adventures. And I was a young woman, yearning for love and romance.

Soon I was dating, going from new love to heartbreak, and back again. I fell in love easily, perhaps more in love with the idea of it than with the young objects of my affection. Then I found him–the one I’d never leave and who’d never leave me. My dream came true.

We started a family, and I built a home business to be with my children. I hired two full-time employees who work in an office in my home. Because of their ages and needs, my three boys go to three different schools. With people coming and going all day for work, and three teenage boys coming and going evenings and weekends, it seems I never get a minute to myself. At times it drives me crazy. But… I’m never lonely!

Be careful what you wish for!

Sometimes I find myself wishing for wishing for time off, alone time. But now I am more careful with my wishes! I am so grateful for my beautiful family, and wouldn’t want them to leave, so now I wish for some nice quiet time to recharge myself so I can be there for my guys.

And when I’m all finished wishing, I go take a yoga class. Wishing is good, but then you’ve gotta go do something to make those dreams come true!

Imagine a hot Greek sex god appears in your life determined to give you – and your partner if you happen to be in a relationship – lessons in sexual desire. What would you do?

1. Faint?
2. Scream and go running to the nearest neighbor – or perhaps a handy bottle of wine?
3. Tell him to begone and get back from whence he came?
4. Welcome him in with open arms and a curious heart?

If you chose option ’4′ then you’re in good company! In the just-released GODS OF LOVE Series Bundle, three sets of lives are changed forever when the gods of desire – the erotes – decide to offer their own brand of sexual healing to modern-day people in need.

But it is not only the mortals in these stories who discover the true meaning of love. Through their interactions these three ancient gods learn that there is more to this mysterious gift called love than even they knew.

Excerpt:

“Look at me, Gina.” His voice commanded, echoing around her and through her body all the way to her bones.

She did look. She had no choice; that voice compelled her to do as he bid. And what she saw filled her with awe.

His hair was moving like it was electrically charged; the eyes flashed like green beacons lighting up the golden aura surrounding them both. Green and gold. His aura. It emanated from his caramel skin, that golden light, and bathed her in warmth and a strange, drowsy kind of sexual energy. It made her want to fuck the nearest living person, but at the same time it enticed her to snuggle in to its heat. Power and desire. Strength and security. Above all, acceptance. His aura accepted her for who she was.

Disbelief, ridicule, everything negative was gone from her head as reached out a trembling hand and caressed his granite cheek. “I…” She shook her head and tried again. “I see you.”

Now it was his turn to suck in a breath. “I don’t show myself often,” he said, and the voice was no longer compelling. Instead it held a hint of uncertainty. “Ever, actually.”

She loved that uncertainty. It gave her the strength to lean in and kiss him. Beneath her lips she tasted the heart of him. A unique, delicious experience.

To taste the soul of a god.

“Then I’m the luckiest woman in the world, aren’t I?”

He nodded gravely. “You are.”

She burst out laughing, and if there was an edge of hysteria to her laughter, who the hell could blame her? She didn’t even know where they were, nor how he had saved them. Maybe she really was dead, and that would mean he was, too. Yet even in this moment, he still had that ego. It was a part of him, though, and she wouldn’t change it.

“I see you,” she said again. “And I accept you, Himeros, god of sexual desire. I accept everything about you.”

He bowed his head for a moment, then looked up into her eyes. There was raw emotion contained within that gaze. “Then  I am the lucky one,” he said.

From APHRODITE CALLING (GODS OF LOVE 2)

The GODS OF LOVE anthology brings together for the first time in one collection PLATINUM PASSION, APHRODITE CALLING and SEX CLUB SECRETS. If  you haven’t yet had the opportunity to read any of these erotic stories, then here’s your chance to grab all three for under $4.00!

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We are excited to welcome erotic romance author Maggie Nash as she talks about her bad habit, and there’s a contest for one lucky commenter!  Here’s Maggie…

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Thanks so much for inviting me! Today I’m talking about a bad habit I have. It’s shameful I know, but I can’t help myself.
They say that the first step is to admit it, so here goes –
I’m an eavesdropper.
There. I said it.
I am one of those terrible people who watches people and listens in on conversations. I know it’s wrong. I know it’s invading the privacy of others, but that doesn’t seem to matter to me. I do it anyway Bad me.
Occasionally I can’t hear what they are saying, so I make up stories about what they might be saying. It’s amazing how exciting the life of perfect strangers can be!
Other times I listen in while I’m walking down the street. Sometimes I can hear people inside their homes talking to each other, and other times they are talking as they walk. I hear conversations about things as mundane as what they had for dinner last night, or as deep as the answer to World Peace. Of course it’s a lot more fun when I hear people teasing each other, or having fun!
My absolute favourite place to listen in is on the train. No one makes eye contact on a train these days so little ole me can sit quietly, pretend that I’m not there, and glean any number of conversations and file them away for future use.
My mother would be so disappointed in me. She tried to drum into me from an early age that it is rude to listen in to what others are saying, but can I remember what she taught me? No Ma’am.
So why do I do it? I have a really good reason, and you might even forgive me when you hear it.  My mum might even understand.
Eventually
Okay, back to the reason I do it.
Research. Pure and simple.
That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it! I file away stories, conversations, characters, situations, names – you name it, I steal it! But it’s all in a good cause. They find their way into my stories eventually.
It’s not all bad , and I’m certainly not giving it up just yet!
So next time you talk to a friend in public, remember – you never know who’s listening. It could be me!
What bad habits do you have? Go on – you know you want to share!

Maggie’s next release – KINKY BET
Available NOW for pre-order!

Blurb: Who knew losing a bet could be this much fun?
Erica Nielsen agreed to a bet with her best friend, but she never imagined losing would involve a weekend of punishment at Dangerous Liaison, a BSDM retreat. But was it really punishment being trained by a sexy Irishman who takes her on a sexual journey of a lifetime?
Conal Brennan agrees to help a young woman find her submissive nature. He always enjoys being the one in control, but one look at the Nordic blonde he calls ‘Fire girl’ and he’s not sure who’s controlling whom.

Excerpt:

The man knocked twice on the intricately carved wood with the ornate brass knocker. It opened as he stepped back, ushering her inside. The hallway was narrow but a door appeared immediately on her right.
“Go inside the first room. There you will be given instructions for the beginning of your training.”
She turned, wanting to thank the man for his direction, but he’d already left. She knocked lightly, and the door opened under the pressure of her hand. The room was warm and inviting with a cast iron fireplace blazing with flames. She walked farther inside, spying a wide partners’ desk and several chairs. All class, taste and decorum. No kink to be seen.
From where she stood the area appeared unoccupied. Not sure of what was expected of her she made a beeline for the comfortable looking couch and sat down.
“Did I say you could sit down?”
Shit, where did he come from? Erica struggled to stand back up, almost slipping to the floor as her dress slid on the buttery soft leather cushion. Way to make an impression, girl. “I’m sorry,” she said before she managed to scramble to her feet. “I didn’t realise there was anyone h—” Oh my God it’s him. The guy from the bar. The one who was so much like Colin Farrell he could be his twin brother. Her knees faltered as she tried to stand up straight. It was then that the penny dropped. The bar had been a set-up.

BIO:
I’m Maggie Nash and I write romance novels. Some of them are suspenseful, some are pretty hot, and some of them are a little bit kinky, but what they all have in common is a fun, romantic ending.

I started writing more by accident than design when one day I ran out of books to read so I started writing one myself. And boy am I glad I did, because writing has become a huge part of my life.

I live with my family on the beautiful south coast of New South Wales in Australia. You can find me most days having a cappuccino at the beach!      Website   Facebook   Twitter

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We are pleased to welcome erotic romance author Cari Silverwood to the Sexy Romance Stories blog. She’s talking today about sexual fantasies in romance books. Without further ado, here’s Cari…

Capture fantasy – one of the common sexual fantasies swirling about in women’s minds is this one. From ye olde historical bodice rippers, to the many books by John Norman, where women are kidnapped and taken to the planet Gor, to the current ones that range amongst every setting known to erotic authors.

Some stories are definitely romances, where dubious consent and forced seductions are euphemisms for “take me and I’ll say no but inside I really mean yes.” Eventually both the man and the woman get on the same wavelength and the Happily Ever After ending cruises into place. Since in reality this would be rape – because no man can read minds, this type of book scenario is perhaps the one way women can safely indulge.

Some stories go even further and do the Gor thing, by which I mean that there is not necessarily any romance at the end of the trail.

And the stories that are really dark are truly no more than rape even in the story. Yet some women do like reading these. These are still fantasies. If anyone in real life were to assume the women who read these really want rape, they might swiftly find their testicles transplanted into their cranium, by means of a stiletto heel.

Interestingly, just to show how BDSM is in a way just the ultimate game for indulging in your fantasies – people do role play capture fantasy and pretend rape is happening. But, but, but, it IS consensual, and it IS agreed upon beforehand. And the woman can use her special safeword and say stop at any time. I’ve known husbands and wives who play at this type of adult game.

Importantly, of course, not every woman likes reading capture fantasies, or wants to pretend, and for some it is the ultimate horror to pretend in any way, shape, or form.

When I wrote Take Me, Break Me, I wanted to explore the capture fantasy in a new way. I wanted to try to make readers think about their fantasies, and I wanted to set my story in a modern contemporary setting, and yet still have the man a good guy. Hard to do? Definitely, for me at least.

How can you write a man into a story who would do this and yet still be a moralistic person who cares and who isn’t a sociopath? You’ll have to read the story to see if I managed it.

Is this book even a capture fantasy? This is a question I have been wondering about. I wrote it so it is difficult for me to see the trees of the forest for all the words in the way. I’m going to wait and find out what readers tell me they see.

One of the most fascinating aspects of this story was telling half of it from the POV (Point of View) of Klaus. I could show him wrestling with his own emotions and thoughts in a way that’s impossible to understand if you can’t hear him think. Yes, he’s a loud thinker. But at times in the story, even I wasn’t sure which side of the abyss Klaus would fall into if pushed.

Blurb for Take Me, Break Me – Released March 7^th, 2013 and available from Amazon, All Romance Ebooks, Smashwords and eventually from B&N and other retailers:

Jodie is scraping the barrel trying to stay afloat. An idea arrives that could rescue her finances and bring her together in a kinky way with a man she never gave up on. She’s terrified and fascinated, and tempted as hell.

Capture fantasies rule her eBook. Re-enacting one in a documentary would surely be irresistible viewing to millions of women?

But Jodie and Klaus discover that underneath an ordinary man dark desires may lurk. What will win in the end? The man and lover, or the monster?

Excerpt:

As I kissed and tasted the tears that had leaked from under the blindfold, I said in a harsh whisper, “I enjoyed seeing you scream and try to escape, loved seeing you dancing away from the cane. Your ass – I’d declare it a work of art. Yeah…” I touched our foreheads together and looked down over her face, stared into her blindfolded eyes, and at her trembling full lips and those amazing tears. I traced my finger down the wet track on one cheek.

My murmur was soft but as deadly, I hoped, as a knife thrust. “I never thought I’d say this, but I enjoy this. You might be in trouble.”

Truth and mind fuck rolled into one scorching bundle. Yes, she was in trouble, but then so was I.

I wanted to do it again. I’d saved her and cared for her so many times. She was a beautiful woman, with a mostly beautiful heart, and I wanted to hurt her and swallow those screams. God, I was so fucked up.

Find out more about Cari and her books at:

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