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Monday, June 9, 2014

Monday's Scintillating Interview


Welcome to Craving Erotic Romance Blogspot.

Today we’re presenting Author: Suzy Shearer
                                               
1) Have you always wanted to be an author? No, it has only been in the last few years that I have started writing, I am actually an Artist.
2) What genre(s) do you write?  Erotic BDSM Romance and Erotic Paranormal Romance.
3)  Have you ever self published? No.
4) Who or what inspired you to write your first book?   A nightmare I had ...lol.  I wrote it down six years ago and then last year realised it would make the basis for a novel.
5) How many hours in a day might you write? Luckily, I live alone and don't have a partner so I can write whenever as long as I don't have a painting commission.  If it is working well, I can write all day; other times it might be only an hour or not at all.
6) Are you a plotter or a planster? It just happens.  I scour the internet for interesting looking men who spark my interest, print out a photo of them and hang it in front of my computer. Then the writing starts. Those pictures in front of me tend to dictate where they want to go.
I tend to have older heroes and heroines, because I want to show that people over 40 are just as sexy, or maybe more so, than those under. I do keep a spreadsheet of all my characters, their ages, physical descriptions, kinks and relationships to others as most tend to meet up at some point in time and they get their own stories.
7) Do you ever find yourself slipping away and becoming so immersed in your  story it affects how you relate to others? Lol ... always!
8) Are you in any of your books? Yes, most definitely.  It is easier to write elements of yourself in your heroines.
9) What do your friends and family have to say about you writing? My sons are very proud but very embarrassed that their “elderly” mother writes very graphic erotic novels, while my daughter-in-law thinks it is the best thing ever!  My friends all want copies!
10) Please share an excerpt from one of your books.

From: The Club: Bound - Book one in the series.
 The Club: Bound (MF)
Lisa was mortified. It was bad enough that she was half-naked under the kimono, but now she was without a way home, had been grabbed, and then caused a scene. She would have to call a taxi. She felt so embarrassed by what had just occurred. She stood shakily.
“Please, sit down. I am so sorry this has happened to you. I will arrange transport for you if you wish to leave but I would really love you to stay for a while and relax.”
He signalled the barman, who came around the bar and put another drink in front of her. “Don’t worry, alcohol free.” He winked at her. “I knew the boss would fix things.”
“Thank you, thank you both. I really do not understand it. He knew when we first met that I was not interested in him except as a friend. I am so sorry to cause such trouble, I will leave.”
“No, please don’t go, and it certainly wasn’t you who caused any trouble. I would hate this experience to sour you against The Club. As for that fool, I imagine his ego didn’t like it, a very attractive woman turning him down.”
Lisa laughed. “Attractive? It is okay, you do not have to flatter me. Look, I will stay for a short while, if only to stop shaking.” They both sat.
“No flattery. You are a very beautiful and desirable woman. I doubt many men would turn down a chance to meet you.”
Just then, Fleur came over to them. “Master,” she said, bowing her head and kneeling in front of the owner.
Lisa drew a gasp and looked from one to the other. He put a hand under Fleur’s chin and told her she could relax for the moment, then leant forward, helped her stand and kissed her, then pulled her onto his lap.
“I see you’ve met Lisa. I was hoping to introduce her to you, Richard. We met in the change area. I had to put a new lace in my boot.” She held out on leg for him to see and he ran his hand along it and up across her thigh to rub her mound.
Richard waved for a drink for her as he told what had happened and Fleur looked shocked.
“How could he? She wears green! That is terrible, Lisa, trying to get you drunk. As if that was not enough, he then grabs you! Oh, Lisa, I am so sorry, especially after me telling you how safe this club is.”
“It isn’t your fault, Fleur.” Lisa had finally stopped shaking and she took a sip of her drink. “I guess I just didn’t see what he really was like.”
Fleur smiled warmly and looked up into the man’s face. “This is my husband, Richard, and this is his club. You probably made his evening, he loves to rescue fair maidens,” she joked.
Richard held out his hand and Lisa shook it saying hello and thank you. “So, Lisa, how about we start all over again and pretend you have only just arrived.”
Lisa smiled at them both, maybe it would be best to put this behind her. She would stay for a little while then grab a cab home. “That sounds like a good idea. I would love to forget what happened.”
“Would you be interested in a little tour? And importantly, are you interested in meeting up with someone?”
“A tour, yes, but not sure about meeting up with anyone. I am not interested in casual sex or anything like that. Plus, well, I imagine most of the men here are already attached and those that aren’t probably are not looking for a large over-fifty-five woman, so that puts me at a disadvantage.”
Fleur burst out laughing. “Honey, it wouldn’t matter if you were seventy or eighty. You are gorgeous with such natural sex appeal. I bet there would be at least a dozen men lining up once they see you and see you wearing green. Oh, and also just as many women.” She turned to her husband. “Isn’t she gorgeous, Richard?”
“I have already told her what a beautiful woman she is but she just doesn’t believe me. How about a little wager, Miss Lisa?”
“Wager?”
“Mmm…yes. We tour The Club and, if at the end of the tour you haven’t been approached by at least six unattached men and women then I will give you six months’ membership free.”
Lisa was stunned, she knew membership for these clubs could run into thousands but she just laughed and said, “Er…I’m not into women.”
Richard held out his hand and said, “Okay, six men. Deal?” Fleur was giggling. She nodded her head for Lisa to agree.
“I think you are both crazy. What happens if you’re wrong?”
Richard laughed. “No chance!” With that, she put her hand into Richard’s and they shook.
  http://www.bookstrand.com/the-club-bound
Thanks for coming along today, Suzy, and we wish you much luck with your series!
Find Suzy Shearer:
Website: http://suzyshearer.wix.com/suzy
E-Mail: suzyshearer@optusnet.com.au          
Twitter: https://twitter.com/SuzyShearer           
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Monday, May 19, 2014

New Release! ENOUGH by Allyson Young

ENOUGH, Club Pleasure 7 by Allyson Young










Here's an adult excerpt:


            Her steps toward the Club faltered and she clattered to a halt. What was she doing? Surely everything that happened today was a message that tonight wasn’t going to go any better. And miracles were the stuff of storybooks and the bible, neither of which she paid any mind, any longer. Time to back up, cut her losses and head for home. Master Jordan would have given up on her by now in any event, and being late for…class…just wasn’t done here.



            As she retraced her steps through the well lit parking lot, her innards chilled and froze into a block of ice. Fear and second guessing herself were familiar companions and the cold was the best way to lock things down and get back to the status quo.



            “Emily.”



            His very recognizable voice reached out and wrapped an invisible restraint around her. The asphalt surface of the lot gritted beneath her soles as her feet stuttered to a stop, and the sultry air of the unseasonably warm evening pressed around her body. She stared forward and sought for the will to run. This could only end badly like everything else in her life.



            “Emily.”



            Her body hitched around against her will, drawn to its Master, no matter she hardly knew him. She was really late, and by rights he should have written her off and moved on. But he was outside, standing on the steps, his tall frame and broad shoulders silhouetted against the imposing building. Waiting for her? Maybe even concerned for her? Even the terrified individual living behind all her shields knew this for the last chance that it was. Heels tapping on the hard surface, she crossed the pavement, drawn to him by that invisible tether. He came down the steps to halt at the bottom.



            Fetching up directly in front of him, she went to her knees, the grit and dirt of countless feet and vehicles imbedding into her skin, but she ignored the slight discomfort. “I’m sorry.”



            “Sorry for what, sub? For being late? Or for running?”



            “Both.”



            “Then you’ll accept correction.”



            The dark, implicit assertion threaded its way through her collective senses like a velvet skein and her head nodded in response. “Yes.” That’s what she needed at the end of the day from hell, and what she deserved.



            Up.” A firm grasp at her elbow brought her to her feet, and when his big hand cupped her chin, she lifted her eyes to meet his intense stare. There wasn’t a hint of softness, only awareness and certainty. She shivered in the face of it and accompanied him up the stairs, past the huge bouncer with the inscrutable face who held the door.



            Master Jordan led the way, and she followed. Not once did he check to determine her progress nor ascertain she was actually behind him, secure in his arrogance. No, trusting that she’d keep her promise. Emily kept all her promises, except the ones to herself.



            The submissive at the coat check station took her little bag. The speeding ticket protruded from the top, the color distinctive in the overhead lighting, and Jordan put his hand out. With a sympathetic glance at Emily, the sub handed the purse over. Extracting the paper, Jordan scanned it, then fixed her with a look so full of fury her breath failed in her chest. With visible restraint, he passed her belongings back for safekeeping and tucked the claim check into his waistband. It appeared she wasn’t leaving until he decided she could, and his reaction to that ticket made her wonder if he wasn’t a traffic cop in his other life.



            It wasn’t a member room, private except for the video surveillance and the checks by the dungeon monitors that her Dom turned into next. Instead, it was a semi exposed scene and punishment room. Crap. She quaked and trembled and couldn’t bring it under control.



            Master Jordan’s calm stare, one hand set firmly on her shoulder, absorbed her terror and she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes against the people all around.



            “Strip.”



            Eyes popping open, she mourned the loss of his touch and tried to moisten a very dry mouth and form some kind of plea. He waited, only the tick in his jaw belying his overt patience. You can do this.



            Keeping her eyes on his, she worked the tiny buttons on her fitted shirt free, and let the fabric drift down her arms, grabbing it before it hit the floor with the fingertips of one outstretched hand. Aside from a hot flare of his dark eyes, immediately contained, Master Jordan simply stared. The skirt’s zipper whispered its subtle purr, and pooled around her feet. Stepping out of it, she bent to scoop it up and paused to work the buckle of one stiletto strap.



            “The shoes stay on.” He made no secret of his desire for her, lust coloring his tone, and his leathers bulging as they contained his junk.



            Her nipples beaded harder, rasping against the lace of her bra, and her sex drew up, clit pulsing in recognition of his dominance and desire. Awkwardly folding the two articles of clothing, knowing she was merely prolonging the inevitable, Emily dropped them to the side and reached behind her to work the hooks of her bra loose. Jordan watched heatedly as her breasts rose, pushed forward by her efforts, and emboldened, she took her time removing the scant piece of lace. Allowing the straps to slide slowly down her upper arms, she shrugged each cup free, one at a time, and the garment drifted to the floor.



            He was on her without warning, dragging her close, putting her on her toes as one hand wove through her hair to tug her head back, while the other palmed her buttocks and ground her pelvis against the bulge of his leathers.



            “You have no control in this room, sub. None. I told you to strip, not tease. You’ve just added to your correction.”


http://www.bookstrand.com/enough




Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Release by J.J. Rae also writing as Lynn Rae



 
            Decorated Alphan warriors Mateen and Bynton are on a clandestine mission to one of Earth’s refugee camps, in search of the one woman who might complete their bond. Tempering their instincts to capture and hold, both men realize they must court their chosen woman to win her trust.

Avanelle Rein is merely trying to survive in the chaos of a dying society. The last thing she expects is rescue at the hands of golden-skinned alien men. Despite her attraction to them, she fears their warrior ferocity.

Facing danger from Xyran raiders draws the three together as they explore their new relationship and one another. An unexpected challenge during an ancient claiming right forces Avanelle, Bynton, and Mateen to decide if their bond is strong enough to survive.