#SixSunday – erotic excerpt from EDUCATING ETHAN

This week’s six sentence excerpt is from the recently released EDUCATING ETHAN by Jennifer Lynne, an older woman/younger man sensual romance. In this snippet, Ethan is aware that he is being watched by one of his neighbors as he moves in to his new home:

Like putting on a strip show for an unknown audience.

He’d even partially undressed at one point, pulling off his T-shirt in the knowledge his muscles would be better displayed without the inhibiting material, hoping whoever was watching would be suitably titillated. He’d been bemused by his own actions, but the thought of the invisible watcher had been strangely arousing, and the slight heaviness in his groin added a sensual pleasure to the whole experience.

Moving house with a hard-on.

He could now thoroughly recommend it.

As he shifted and sweated in the heat, he’d been constantly aware of that invisible presence, like an elusive whisper of satin across his back, a feather-light caress along his jaw when he turned.

Book Junkie: “If you love May/December romances this one will knock your socks off.”

Long and Short Reviews: “…I just fell madly in love with Ethan and could eat him up with a spoon!”

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Sunday Snippets 2 – PANDORA’S GIFT by Jennifer Lynne

Today’s Sunday Snippet excerpt is from PANDORA’S GIFT by Jennifer Lynne, an erotic romance about a returned war veteran who has seen too much, and the woman who is destined to lead him out of the darkness:

He felt heat radiating toward his fingertips from the shiny metal. He knew it was impossible, and yet tonight, the impossible seemed real. Here with Pandora, in their private little cocoon, disbelief could be suspended and anything could happen.

His fingers closed over the silver sculpture and he saw the shudder run through her as he caressed it, sweeping down one curving line and back up again, shifting his grip, releasing it, touching with feather-light caresses as she closed her eyes and moaned from deep within her throat. “So you feel that?” The roughness in his voice betrayed how hard it was to remain in control as she lay on the floor, arms and legs flung out in abandon, tendrils of hair going in all directions. He thought he had never before seen anything or anyone so beautiful.

“Yes,” she breathed. “It’s like torture.”

“Good. And what about this?” He leaned over and pressed his lips to the metal, nuzzling it, nibbling, the tip of his tongue reaching out to taste what would surely be the slight bitterness of metal. But, no, it was as if he tasted the delicate citrus flavor of her skin, sweet and heady and hot beneath his touch.

“Oh, Flint, yes, that feels so good.” She shuddered and opened her eyes, meeting his gaze squarely as he continued to trace the curving lines of her work. And all the while, he was watching her, watching as her lips parted and she moaned his name aloud, watching as her hands moved across her breasts, pausing at the nipples to touch, explore, pull gently before moving down her stomach to hover at her mound. “I feel you right here,” she whimpered, and the pressure and the heat in his groin grew almost unbearable.

“I feel you too, Pandora.” He knelt before the piece, one knee on each side of the large base, shuffling forward until he was hard against the metal, his gaze still linked to hers. “I feel like I’m pressed up against you.” And it was truly as if their bodies were entwined together, the extraordinary heat of the sculpture wonderful agony as he thrust, slowly at first then faster, his cock sliding up and down the uneven curves of her art as they folded themselves around him as if they, too, wanted to draw him in to their aroused and aching centre.

“Come here, Flint, please. Haven’t you punished me enough?” Her pitiful tone was almost his undoing, but he wouldn’t, couldn’t cease what he was doing. This was his turn, his time to be in charge, and they would come together only on his terms.

“No!” he commanded. “You come here.”

“Yes!” He closed his eyes and waited, heard the rustle as she shifted off the carpet, then her body was up against him, her warm breath tickling the back of his neck, her plump breasts pressed into his back, nipples piston-hard and angled upwards. She wrapped her arms around him, and her smooth thighs were hot against him as she kneed his legs farther apart. Her mound connected with his buttocks in an embrace so deeply intimate he almost came undone.

“Pandora. What are you doing to me?”

“I’m taking you with me, into the light.”

A chuckle bubbled out of him at her words, and with it a sense of freedom he couldn’t remember feeling since he was a child. “Am I dying, then?”

“Of course not!” Her laughter rippled across his skin, “This is living, Flint. Embracing life. And love. Welcome it.” As if to demonstrate, she held him more tightly, gentle fingers exploring, and he felt sandwiched between two halves of the same woman, shiny silver and soft flesh, surrounded by her heat and her delicious scent, his senses so aroused he couldn’t tell where woman ended and the metal sculpture began.

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Can an Alpha Male Be Sensitive?

Dominant Alpha MaleWhen I first began writing the erotic romance Power Play, I knew that Sergio, my hero, was artistic and very sensual. And in the story, he’d discover he was a dominant. But he also is warm and sensitive. I never categorized him in my mind, or in the promo material I wrote when I sold the book, as anything other than a dominant and a “sensual artist.”

Then when it went up on sale on Amazon, I saw readers tagged the story with the term “Alpha Male.” That made me wonder, was he an alpha male? I hadn’t really thought of that. He’s sweet and polite and considerate. Alphas are typically considered rough around the edges–a wounded heart inside, with a tough skin outside that keeps them from having to feel others’ pain. Can a sensitive man still be an alpha?

On the other hand, he is clearly a dominant. That leads to another pertinent question, are all dominants automatically alphas?

I looked up the definition of “alpha male” as it pertains to humans, and dictionary.com said, “a domineering man; the dominant member in a group of males.” The dominant aspect is critical in the definition, but only as it pertains to other males.

Bruce of Alpha Within posted his opinion that “Alpha male = High-Status Male (amongst other males) …this leads to power which attracts women naturally…” Again the reference is to other males. This matches the definition as it’s used in the animal world.

What about a Dominant/submissive relationship? In this case, Sergio is dominating a very powerful woman, one who clearly has power over both men and woman in her career. Does this make him an alpha? Do we look at his position at work to determine that? He is currently an underling, but about to make partner. In the workforce, alphas do have to defer to other alphas above them, until they get to be the big boss or CEO.

So, is Sergio an atypical Alpha? Or just a sensitive Dom? What do you think?

Six Sentence Sunday – Power Play 2

Erotic Romance Novella Power PlayThis is from my sexy novella “Power Play.”

“Take off your clothes.”
The whispered command wrapped around her like a silk net. Her heart raced. She instinctively side-stepped to escape him, but his arm flew up and blocked her escape. He must have known she’d try the other way, because he immediately put both hands on the door behind her, his arms caging her in. As she considered ducking beneath them, he rocked his pelvis forward, his erection pinning her body against the door.

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Sunday Snippets 1

Erotic Romance Novella Power PlayThis excerpt is from “Power Play.” Sergio is setting up the conference room for the biggest presentation of his life when he comes across the woman he’d been dreaming of:

“It’s almost quarter of–they could be here any minute now.”
“You know they will keep you waiting, they always do. It’s a power play.”
Would they keep him waiting? “I don’t know…”
“I do, trust me.” She tossed aside her suit jacket, leaving the white lacy top.
Wait, the top was sheer and plain, it was the bra showing through that was white and lacy, with red nipples. He sucked in a breath. Her bra had the nipple area cut out, and he could plainly see her nipples, hard and ready, struggling to escape through the sheer fabric.
“Maybe they’ll be late,” he agreed, wanting to believe.
She stepped very close, pressing slightly against his erection. Yes.
No! He’d worked too hard to get this far in his career. He stepped back resolutely.
She inched forward to brush against him again. “So at the moment, you’re still the errand boy.”
“No, I am not.”
“Then what are you doing here?” She waved an arm, hips grinding with the movement.
She had a point, besides the female one that was pressing against him, driving him crazy.
“I, uh, not sure.” Here was this woman, smart and incredibly sexy, and she wanted him like he craved her. All he’d ever hoped for.
“You say you want to be partner, but I don’t think you’ve got what it takes.” She smiled up at him, sassy and smug. “You don’t have the balls to stick up for yourself.”
Balls he had. Aching balls. Aching cock. Sticking up, definitely. Screw the presentation. He’d show her.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Her eyes hooded and she complied at once. The direct order triggered the same submissive response as when they’d met. He felt the surge of power. Mere inches behind her, he grasped her upper arms and spoke into her ear. “You are in my power now. You will do as I say.”

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Where’s the “T” in GLBT Romance?

The recent nomination for my ménage erotic romance, Platinum Passion, as Best Book of 2011 in GLBT Fantasy Romance, got me thinking.

What about the “T” in that GLBT tag? Where are all the transgender/transsexual romances?

I googled transsexual romance heroines and found only a handful of books that I would class as a romance (there are several in the straight erotica/porn field, but I write erotic romance so that’s what I’m discussing today). Why so few?

Is the issue of transgender (and its sub-category transsexualism) too removed from the wider experience to be a topic of choice for romance authors? Is it something that people feel they can’t relate to, and therefore they don’t want to tackle such a subject – either as author, publisher or reader?

The recent interest in Canadian transsexual beauty queen, Jenna Talackova, and her bid to compete in the Miss Universe pageant, has perhaps brought this topic more directly into the media spotlight in recent days. Yet I would argue it is still an extremely marginalized and misunderstood topic.

I wrote about ménage a trois and bisexuality in Platinum Passion (Gods of Love #1), yet in real life I’m not interested one bit in sharing my guy with anyone else! Hands off, ladies and gents! The book was nominated for an award, so I must have done something right in the telling of that story, even though the topic is outside my own personal experience.

Could I do the same with a transsexual (post-op) romance heroine? Could I possibly do justice to such a story and create a believable and engaging romance, when I have no direct experience of this myself?

I had already written most of Aphrodite Calling (Gods of Love #2), but the story wasn’t grabbing me the way it should. I sat down to rewrite it, and with the LGBT label floating in the back of my thoughts, my beautiful and courageous transsexual heroine, Gina, came to life in my head. I knew she deserved no less a hero than an amazing Greek god like Himeros – someone who could accept her for who she is, as well as who she was – and help her to understand it is possible to be accepted even if you don’t fit into the mainstream idea of “the norm”.

So a bit of a rewrite for Aphrodite Calling has become a unique challenge and a whole new story, and my first transsexual romance heroine, Gina, is fast becoming one of my favorite characters.

What do you think about transgender or transsexual romance stories? Why are there so few? Is this something an author who labels herself as LGBT could be venturing into on a more regular basis? And is it something readers would enjoy? Please leave a comment – I’d love to hear your thoughts on this topic.

Here’s a taste of what is to come when Aphrodite Calling (Gods of Love #2) is released:

He’d just told everyone in the room he was taking her upstairs to fuck her brains out. Only he’d said it slightly more poetically than that. She reached up and rubbed her temples. “That’s the last school reunion I’ll ever be able to attend!”

Himeros pouted, looking slightly put out by her response. “Would you have wanted to attend another?”

“Well, no, but that’s not the point, really, is it?”

“Why not?”

“Well, because…I don’t know, it just isn’t!”

“Aha! So you don’t have an answer, then.” His triumphant smile made her laugh again.

“Who are you, Himeros, and why are you doing this? Helping me escape, I mean. Though,” she paused and looked at the numbers flashing as they ascended in the elevator, “maybe I’m not escaping out of here, as such. Am I going from the frying pan into the fire?”

He shifted a little, and the confined space suddenly seemed a lot smaller than it had a few seconds ago. She had the impression of vibrating energy, reaching out to encompass her, and if she hadn’t known better, she would have said his tanned skin held a strange shimmer that made him seem lit from within.

“I am Himeros, god of sexual desire, and I am here to answer your call to Aphrodite,” he said. “You are most certainly heading into the fire, but this is one fire you won’t want to extinguish, once you’ve felt the heat of these flames.”

“My call to Aphrodite? What does that mean?” It’s certainly getting hot in here, she thought. Why am I so…aware of him? I’ve been around men before. Sexy men. But it’s never felt like…like my body is finally waking up…

“Gina.” When had he moved closer? Why was he now standing directly in front of her, his arms raised to press a hand against the elevator wall each side of her head? “We will wake you up…together.”

Her breath caught. He was now leaning forward, almost…almost…touching her, his face so close to hers she could see the flecks of green in the blue of his irises, so close that if she raised her hand, she’d be able to trace the angled shadows cast by those gorgeous cheekbones…

“We’re here.” His words whispered in a puff of warmth across her lips and she parted them involuntarily.

“Are we?” How she was managing to keep talking was beyond her. She wanted to close the few centimeters of distance between them and explore that mouth again, to feel the firmness of his body up against hers, to enjoy the heat of a hard cock that wasn’t her own pressing up against the soft curve of her stomach.

“You have a choice, now, Gina,” he said. “Join me here, tonight, and I promise you will not regret your decision. But if you don’t want that… tell me now, before we step over the threshold…”

“Himeros,” she whispered, knowing what she needed to say. “I want to, so much, but there are things about me you don’t know…”

“I know everything, Gina. I told you, I heard your call and I am here to answer it, if you wish.”

She shook her head. “I’m afraid.” She closed her eyes to avoid seeing the revulsion and started when she felt the touch of his fingertips on her cheek. A touch that sent shockwaves right through her body, unfamiliar shockwaves in places that had been numb for too long. She’d been wrong. She wasn’t strong enough to handle everything. She wasn’t strong enough to handle this.

“Himeros.” She took a deep breath and pressed back as far as she could against the wall. “I’m not…well…I wasn’t…” Just say the damn words. Get it over with. “I wasn’t always a woman. I used to be—”

“You were born a man, and you used to be Gerry. Now you are Gina. I know, gorgeous one. I told you, I already know. Open your eyes and see how much I want you right now.”

Aphrodite Calling (Gods of Love #2) will be out soon. The first novella in the Gods of Love trilogy, Platinum Passion, is available now from Amazon and All Romance ebooks.

Six Sentence Sunday: Desire and Deception

This week’s SSS comes from Sharon Buchbinder’s erotic thriller, Desire and Deception. We are visiting our newlyweds, Sarah and Dan, as they return home from their honeymoon in Florida. Sarah sits by the Koi pond and watches a school of small fish swim by.

Well, at least someone was fertile at this address. After months of trying–even before the wedding–maybe it was time to see an infertility specialist. She wasn’t getting any younger. Dan kept telling her it was stress related.

Maybe he had a point. Finding your dead boss definitely fell under the category of stressors.

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Does Erotica Empower Women? Or Do Empowered Women Read and Write Erotica?

From my childhood through my young adulthood, my mother wore the mask of the “Perfect Mother, Girl Scout Troop Leader, and Sunday School Teacher.” But her behavior when at home, away from the scrutiny of other adults, was anything but perfect. One of the first short stories for which I won an honorable mention from Spinetingler Magazine (yes, horror!) was called Goody Two Shoes. It was my first public foray into exploring the roles women play and the masks women wear.

My full length erotic romantic suspense novel, Desire and Deception, explores these same themes. Similar in heat levels to noir movies like Body Heat and The Postman Always Rings Twice, my story differs from these notable examples because it ends on an upbeat note. In Desire and Deception, polar opposites sex siren Isabel (Izzy) Ramirez and goody-two-shoes Sarah Wright-Rosen become fast friends and seem destined to be BFFs until Izzy’s terrible secret is unearthed–literally and figuratively. Convinced she is unworthy of redemption, because she believes she cannot be anything but the “bad girl,” Izzy goes down a take no prisoners’ path, halted only by her younger lover, Sean Richards.

For her part, having been raised by an alcoholic in a “you’re-only-good-if-you-enable-me” paradigm, Sarah discovers shades of gray in her formerly black and white world. She also learns the powers of forgiveness and love can transform not only how she sees the world, but also her own self-image. In the end, Izzy becomes more like “good girl” Sarah–and Sarah becomes more like her “bad girl” friend. Izzy is the larger than life embodiment of all that is forbidden to “good girls.” Izzy embraces her sexuality and desires, takes control of her life and the men in it, and pleases herself. Sarah is “everywoman;” she works hard, plays by the rules, collaborates and facilitates consensus. She believes she can only be “good” one way, i.e., by constantly trying to please others.

This binary, yes/no reasoning is faulty, but I believe many women struggle with this duality in our lives. The question is not to be or not to be, but who are we supposed to be versus who do we want to be? Our role models may or may not be good ones, depending on how healthy our parents’ upbringing was. If you come from a dysfunctional household, one with crime spoken daily, can you break out of that mold? Or are you ever going to be able to explode from those constraints? Likewise, if your home appeared to be the epitome of perfection to the outside world, but was hell behind closed doors, can you ever overcome the damages of a self-righteous hypocrite?  Izzy and Sarah discover their true selves through the redemptive power of love and realize that they can be what they want to be, in spite of their pasts.

In writing Desire and Deception, I wanted to tell a sexy suspenseful tale about smart, powerful women and the men who love them. I wrote about society’s expectations of what a woman should be versus what a woman wants to be. And since the standing advice to writers is to “write what you know,” I then placed these characters into the setting I knew well, the rigidly hierarchical academic world where tenure and promotion are the duo brass rings. With Isabel and Sarah chattering at me the entire time, Desire and Deception is a story that practically wrote itself.

I am fascinated by powerful women. By making her the pampered princess, daughter of a Mexican crime boss, I was able to make her a modern day woman warrior who lives by her own rules. In her non-fiction book, The Warrior Queens, Antonia Fraser analyzes the lives of real women who led in times of war. Fraser looks at the historical data, legends and myths surrounding these women through a modern lens. She gives a list of adjectives and categories that men create for these astonishing, strong females, one of which is the lustful “Voracity Syndrome,” aka the “Man Eater.” Izzy is the archetypal Man Eater: smart, sexy, sassy, funny and deadly. Female and male readers can live vicariously through Isabel because she embodies all the things women are told not to do. Don’t be too smart. Don’t be too aggressive. Don’t put your desires ahead of other people’s wants and needs. Don’t talk back. Don’t enjoy sex. Don’t be in charge in the bedroom. Don’t be in control of your life. In other words: DON’T BE EMPOWERED. I made Isabel over-the-top on all of these traits and more, because she had to be strong to endure her early life and to lead her troops.

Like Meadow Soprano, Izzy grew up with all the privileges of being the mob boss’s daughter.  She was given the best of everything: nannies, schools, clothes, cars, horse-riding lessons, whatever her parents thought would make her more cultured. She was also given the worst of everything: horrible role models, a Machiavellian world view, and a very dark childhood secret that no child should ever have to carry with her. Because of this complex background, she becomes a female warrior in her own right. Where others would collapse, she survives and thrives. She is a flawed heroine–with redeeming qualities and compelling reasons for her behaviors.

Here is an example of Isabel’s empowered behavior:

After swinging by the daycare center, Isabel headed to the grocery store with the three kids. Ramon pushed a grocery cart, and the girls ran up and down the aisles shrieking. Enamored with all things chocolate, the twins stood in the middle of the candy aisle, yanked bags off the shelves and tossed them into the basket. Serious-faced, Ramon placed boxes of kid tested, mother approved cereal on top of the candy. Sometimes that boy looked like an undertaker. Isabel shook her head, pushed another cart with the adult purchases, and ignored the pointed stares of the other shoppers.

An elderly woman approached her with a dour expression. “Young lady,” she shook her finger at Isabel, “Don’t you know how harmful all that sugar is for children?”

Isabel gave the crone her favorite look reserved for morons and meddlers. “Old lady, don’t you know how harmful it is to interfere with a child’s self-expression? Who wants to grow up and be an uptight rectal sphincter like you?” She laughed out loud at the woman’s face, an excellent impression of a fish gasping for breath. “Dictionaries, aisle ten.” Isabel turned on her heel and continued shopping.

The woman sputtered behind her. “Why you cheeky–”

Isabel flipped the bird in the air and kept walking. She arrived at the checkout and turned to Ramon. “Pick out three boxes of cereal and one bag of candy. Ditch the cart in the produce section.” Now on their third lap around the store, Sherry and Ruby appeared to be slowing down. “Get your sisters. We’re outta here. I have to make another stop.”

I bet every mother who reads this has been there. Your kid(s) are rambunctious, but not really evil, you’re minding your own business and some busy body decides to give you a lecture about child-rearing. Can you honestly say you never wanted to respond that way and give the meddler the finger? And I love the scene from the perspective of the character’s growth. Izzy has had a nanny for her brood for quite some time. Now she’s forced into taking care of them and is becoming more attached to them and more protective of them. She has a maternal side to her that she never expected. She grows and continues to grow. In her own weird way, Izzy is protective of her brood and is working on being a good mother.

Looking back in your lives, have you seen yourself in either of these roles: people-pleaser or empowered woman? How do you think you were encouraged (or programmed) for these roles? Do you think erotica helps to empower women? Or do you think empowered women read and write erotica? Which came first? The chicken or the egg?  What do you think is the best way we can help ourselves and other women to become empowered?

Six Sentence Sunday – Platinum Passion

This week for Six Sentence Sunday we are with Jeannie, Jake and Pothos – the ancient Greek god of sexual yearning – in Jennifer Lynne’s sizzling erotic menage, PLATINUM PASSION (GODS OF LOVE #1). And a warning: this is adult-rated and definitely not suitable for reading at work 🙂

She came with a shrieking cry that went on and on, gushing hot slick juice onto his hands, whoever he was…

Jake.

It was Jake whose hand now cradled her hot mound, holding her lovingly while her body continued to spasm, and it was Pothos whose hand stroked her cheek and pushed a sand-crusted lock of blonde hair out of her eyes. She read the love in her husband’s face as he bent to kiss her lips, and tasted the flavor of Pothos in his mouth.

She felt almost complete, at this moment, surrounded by the essence of these two incredible men.

But she wanted more.

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