Official title for my Merry Kinkmas Quickie: ROSY CHEEKS.

ROSY CHEEKS
Merry Kinkmas Quickie
BDSM, Christmas
Coming this holiday from Ellora’s Cave

Vicki McClay wants one thing for Christmas—Mr. Robertson. While sucking on a juicy red lollipop and dressed in a short plaid skirt, killer heels and pigtails, she sets her plan in motion. Vicki struts into his office offering lip service to the straight laced teacher in exchange for a passing grade in algebra, but he will not be bribed. In fact her proposition earns her a spot over his knee and her skirt hiked up for one heck of a spanking. Before the night is through, Vicki learns several lessons at the capable hands of Mr. Robertson.

Contains lots of spanking!!!

Finished the first chapter to my “Merry Kinkmas” story for Ellora’s Cave. I had a beta reader tell me it was excellent. Awesome. On to chapter two this weekend. I am trying to get this short done by the end of next week. I am having a lot of fun with the story. I feel focused…loving writing again. It’s a good thing. And I plan on coming back into publishing swinging with great new material.

I always liked writing the dominant male in my books. In Crossed Swords the pirate hero ties the heroine spread eagle to the bed and has his way with her (with the help of a belaying pin). In Sea Hawk’s Mistress the pirate hero makes certain demands and rules to his newly acquired sex slave–no clothes in his presence. It goes on and on.

I like the commanding male hero. Very Alpha. Very dominant. This will continue in my books, but stepped up a few notches. With the addition to more BDSM elements, these hot alpha men will burn the pages with their raw carnal sexual appeal. I am very excited about this awakening in my writing.

In the future rewrites of previously issued books, I will be stepping up the intensity in those as well. I only tapped the surface in those. There is much more explore.

I haven’t had a release from Ellora’s Cave since 2007 with the release of Crossed Swords. I had personal issues (hysterectomy, depression, etc.) and the feeling of being lost and burned out creatively for several years. I tried to fit my story ideas into a formulaic mold, and it didn’t work. I felt completely restrained. With the contracting of Let’s Get Naked, I feel rejuvenated. I can still write friggin’ hot. I can write what I want and a pub will want it.

Why the hell was I trying to fit my writing into a mold? I wanted to sell to NY. I wanted an agent to sign me on. I sent out stuff to both and got nothing but rejections. I had an agent say she wanted to see me write contemporary. Okay, so I did. Sent it. Never heard back. That is discouraging and made me doubt my talent. Not a good situation when an author is hereditary depressive. I totally understand why Hemingway turned to booze and why Stephen King turned to drugs. (I hope Stephen is still clean. He is so funny! His book On Writing is brilliant and I do take it out to read every few years. I want to meet him someday just to say hello and shake his hand.)

In the past 3 years I got 2 requests from a NY publisher. Okay, so not everyone hated my writing. I tried to write the books… Kripe, I spent a year on the ghost hunter one and it is still unfinished. I can’t write formulaic. I have an incredibly hard time writing straight contemporary. (I am going to go back to the ghost hunter book, but add more erotic content to it. Ghosts are a hard sell to NY, but with more kink, someone may look beyond the ghost theme.)

So what now? I am planning on coming out swinging with some new material. I have this goal in my head to be one of EC’s top authors. Hey, why not, right?

First day of school… SQUEEEEE!!!

*breathe*

I chatted with AM on the phone, wrote some emails, smiling way too much (hehehe), and feeling awesome.

I did some writing yesterday on something for EC, and today I am working on a trilogy I want to do for them. Kind of get re-established so to speak. Been a while since I had a release out there. I had been in a rut creatively for a while, but I seem to be at full steam these days. Lots of ideas…lots of motivation.

The trilogy (I won’t be mentioning titles until contracted) is BDSM. I want Exotika for them, but we will see what my editor says once she reads it. So, I am working on the first in that trilogy today. A hint? Okay… D/s. Bondage. Kink. Spanking. Etc.

Again… SQUEEEE!

*breathe*

Ahh…the coffee is brewing…smells soooo good.

I accepted the contract offer for my short Out of Control (working title) from Ellora’s Cave. The plan is for it to be one of their free reads, a “Naughty Nooner”.

Maddie is a thirty-nine year old divorcee forced to start again with her sex life. She resorts to an online romance with a man she knows as “Guy” and fantasizing about her much younger next door neighbor. When “Guy” suggests they meet, the last person Maddie expects is Ryan. He’s plotted her seduction for months—and now it is time for them both to live out a few sexual fantasies.

Here’s a short excerpt:

I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was twelve years my junior, and yet I couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to toss him down and teach him all about pleasuring an older woman.

Pleasuring me.

Twenty-seven year old Ryan Dunlap followed behind the lawnmower with slow steps, beads of sweat dripping down his naked torso, tempting me to cross the distance and lick away each salty drop. His back toward me, I had the perfect view of his wide, powerful shoulders and sun tanned smooth skin.

I couldn’t deny it. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to fuck my young and hot next door neighbor.

He turned and started back across the lawn toward me. He glanced up and for a moment I forgot how to breathe. I’d been staring, and he caught me.

Despite his dark sunglasses, I felt the heat of his eyes upon me. His lips curled into a small knowing smile, and I gasped. My breasts tightened and my pussy ached in reaction. I was jolted into full fledged awareness of his sexual presence.

I shifted in my seat on the veranda and looked away from him.

Damn, I wanted him.

The summer sun burned against my skin, but its radiance paled in comparison with the heat building within me.

I couldn’t look at him. I knew he had moved to the edge of his property. From the corner of my eye I saw him turn the mower around and move back across his yard, cutting a shortened path of grass in his wake.

I took the opportunity to retreat inside my house to avoid his heated gaze on his next pass across his yard. I was a coward at heart.

It had been years since I thought of anyone this way. The pain of my divorce was still fresh in my heart even after a year. After a ten year marriage, my husband—now ex-husband—decided he wanted to trade me in for a younger model. I was hurt when I discovered the affair, but then again, I was relieved. I hadn’t been entirely happy with him. Still I was hurt regardless.

And now I was a free agent, and I was lusting after my neighbor. A much younger man. Twelve years younger.

I heard the motor to the mower stop. I wasn’t sure why I stood in my kitchen holding my breath, but I waited.

Fifteen minutes later I began to relax. I looked out a window and saw he was finished. The mower nowhere in sight, I assumed he was in his house cooling off in the air conditioning.

Or naked under the warm spray of his shower.

I groaned at the mental image of water sluicing down his chest and beading among his chest hair. I liked a man with a little chest hair, not too much, but just right to tease my skin as he rubbed against my breasts, sensitizing my nipples into erect points of pleasure.

I also liked a man with a beard. Not shaggy, but neat and trimmed. Nothing sent shivers through my body like the soft brush of a man’s beard along the inside of my thighs. And I bet Ryan’s beard was nice and soft…

No, I had to stop thinking of him like this. He was too young for me. He was too handsome, too sexy…

He surely had a girlfriend. A good looking young guy like him was bound to be spoken for by a similarly young and attractive woman. He was out of my league, and yet I wanted to reach out to him and touch his rippling abs.  To taste his skin. To suck his cock.

Oh damn, I wanted to suck him. I imagined his cock many, many times over the past few months. He would surely be a nice size, long and thick. My mouth watered to run my tongue over the silken tip and taste the droplets of his essence I milked forth with every pass of my lips over his length.

I had to stop driving myself crazy like this—thinking of him…

I apologize for the lack of posting. I have been busy the past few days, as I knew I would. Getting ready for school to start Monday and trying to keep cool in this horrid heat. Add in that I came up with an idea for a holiday Quickie for Ellora’s Cave–2 days before the synopsis is due–and working like mad to have a grasp on the story to get a proposal together. I hope they haven’t gotten this idea yet for the Merry Kinkmas stories. I have the story outlined, but no title. Ugh!

Think. Think. Think.

Yesterday evening I wrote on my Marine novel in a Moleskine, and then I was jotting down ideas for future projects. I have a trilogy of BDSM novellas I am planning for Ellora’s Cave, a novella for Imajinn for an anthology with MA DuBarry (contracted!), and Captain Mendoza’s story. I also have a series in the works with Samara King and an anthology with Annmarie, both paranormal.

Black Heart’s Bride got a title change to Black Heart’s Prize, which I totally love! I wanted to put out a new pirate book because of the upcoming POTC movie. New pirate movie+renewed interest in pirates=good time to have a pirate romance! Anyway, Captain Mendoza will meet his destined love, but there will be definite barriers… I’m taking a classic theme involving a pirate….no, I don’t think I will tell more. I’d originally intended it to be historical, but since Sea Hawk’s Mistress was paranormal, that will continue into BHP. I want to write an additional book to follow BHP…no title as of yet.

Honestly, the idea book is filling up fast. I may need to get a bigger book!

I said I was going to work today. I did, first thing this morning. I did paperwork that needed to be done for my chapter. All I can say is, I will be glad when I can pass the sword (responsibility) to a new president for 2011. I love my chapter, but I’m a bit burned out. I need a break from it.

Speaking of “passing the sword”, I’m being encouraged to write more. I have been incredibly lazy. I know it. It must stop. I’m going to use a short story to get me back into gear. I have this idea for a Quickie or a novella for Ellora’s Cave. (I don’t know if I can do Quickie length well anymore.) Anyway it will be in first person from the heroine’s POV where she tells how she got into BDSM. She starts out thinking one way, but discovers her true self with the help of a sexy Marine who introduces her to the pleasures of submission. I’m tentatively calling the story Nothing to Hide.

Yeah…into Marines lately. Very sexy. Maybe it is the sword. You know, I like my pirates and swords, and now…

*ahem*

Shut up, Annmarie.

LOL!!