On January 26, 2018, I’m releasing my first erotic romance. It’s by far the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written. No, it’s not as dirty as it could be, but I jumped from Romantic Comedy to Erotic Romance, so give me some room to adjust. In this novella, wrote my first MFF scene. In Book 2, I wrote a MMF scene. And I liked it. There, I said it. Now deal with it. I’m looking at you, Mom. Kidding! No one can tell her. Not ever. Okay, okay, she knows but I don’t think she should read this one.
As a little teaser, I’m dropping Chapter 1 of Tarq for your reading pleasure (see below). Each book in the series can be read as a standalone. I’m gonna try to write and release quickly, so y’all be ready. In February, I’ll give a peak at Book 2. It’s way dirtier than the first. You’re welcome. Click here to purchase on Amazon. If you’d like to get free, advanced copies of my books in exchange for an honest review, click on my Contact page and fill in your info. I’m always looking for ARC readers. Happy Wednesday!
Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. I’ve teamed up with over thirty other authors to create a huge giveaway. Up for grabs are: 33 books, 33 prizes, and a $100 grand prize paid via PayPal.
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Holy Cheezits, y’all. I just wrote the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written. No, Mom, you shall not read it! I know you wanna be all supportive-like, but I’m seriously blushing over here. And I’m totes inappropriate at all times.
Yes, I’ve read erotica with way more naughty-naughty. I mean, have you read Anne Rice’s The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty? It’s legit. I loved it. However, I’m taking baby steps here, folks. I can’t jump from writing humor with some quality sex in the mix to the sexual enslavement of royal offspring. But I will tell you I wrote my first menage scene and I liked it. I liked it soooo much.
Ah, a new year. It’s like touching a fresh, crisp dollar bill. It’s so shiny and new, so pretty. What’s that? You think our currency isn’t pretty? Alright, Communist. Try this … it’s like a freshly fallen snow, so beautiful in its innocence. Until people drive around and it turns to grey sludge, and you remember it’s freaking cold outside, and you question your life’s choices while shoveling the driveway in -8 temps, while your husband tries to get the dog to pee on the beautiful snow, but she’s a freak of nature and forgot what snow was and limps around like she doesn’t want to touch it.
That moment, right there? That is life. Real life. It’s the reason we can appreciate that untouched first round of snow. If life was all fairies and rainbows, we wouldn’t appreciate it. No, Deborah, I’m not a life coach. I’m just feeling a shift inside (shift, not shit. Jeez. Why you always in the gutter, girl?).