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Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Naughty List - Berengaria Brown




Good Morning everyone and Happy 2015!

Today, I'm thrilled to welcome Berengaria Brown to my blog. She's a fellow member of the Naughty Literati and her short story, Jewel’s Ménage Christmas is part of the great boxed set, Naughty List. Get to meet her with a great interview then enjoy a hot M/M story blurb and excerpt!


INTERVIEW

What is your writing process? Are you a plotter or a “pantser”?

I’m a mixture. The characters arrive in my head and start talking to me. I don’t begin writing until I have a beginning, and an ending, and several points I want to meet in the middle. The rest of the journey is sheer pantsing. Anything might happen.

How did you come up with the idea for your latest book?

After I finished writing the “Paint Store Boys” series, I kept thinking about Pinky’s gay bar. It just seemed sad that gay men had nowhere they could meet and relax except at Pinky’s. Pinky’s is a great place, but they need more than that. And then Abe decided to build a gay bath house and the “Bath House Boys” series was born.

What’s your favorite guilty pleasure?

Chocolate. Yum!

What inspired you to write male/male or menage romances?

The characters are very direct. They tell me who and what they want. Some days I just take dictation! Regarding two men and one woman ménages though, if one man kissing and touching you is nice, two men kissing and touching you can only be twice as nice.

What advice would you offer to aspiring writers?

Never give up. Keep reading, keep writing, keep polishing your craft.

In a nod to the Actor’s Studio, what's your favorite curse word and why?

Damn. Or in polite company, dayum. Why? Because saying the f word to the boss might get me terminated, but no one cares when I say day-um.

“Kissing His Man”: The Bath House Boys book 1

BLURB

Frank Ashman’s lover left him seven months, three weeks, four days, two hours and twenty-eight minutes ago. At Pinky’s gay bar the server shows him a brochure featuring the facilities of a new gay bath house that’s just opened in town. There he meets Ralph Sellars. They explore the delights of the bath house together. There are the rainforest showers, the hot tubs, the sauna, the swimming pool, and the restaurant, not to mention the freedom brought by the lack of clothing on the members there. Oh yes, and the bedrooms upstairs, each one complete with a drawer full of toys.
Kissing His Man (MM)
But both Ralph and Frank are burdened with baggage from the past. Can they move on and make a new future together? Or is their relationship doomed to be just sex in the bath house instead of a genuine future together outside in the world?

STORY EXCERPT

Ralph Sellars dumped his jeans, boots, and black wifebeater into the locker, slammed it shut, wrapped the towel he’d been given around his waist, and marched down the hallway to the huge swimming pool area. The ceiling was glass, or something that looked like glass, so the sun shone down on the pool, making it almost appear to be outdoors, except it wasn’t. An outdoor pool would be too cold for his liking at this time of year. He dropped his butt onto one of the chaise longues around the pool and lay back, ready to people-watch for a while. Then he’d swim, maybe try out the sauna, and definitely hang out in the public shower room for a while.

His membership here at the bathhouse was his thirtieth birthday present to himself, and he hoped it’d lead to some hot sex. To his right there were three unoccupied chaise longues, and then two pushed close together. From the looks of the tented towel around one man’s waist, those two men were doing more than just holding hands. He wished them luck. He hoped to get laid today, too. It’d been way too long since he’d had any company other than his own hand. Coming here was the first step in his plans to get out more.

It was just that his fucking boss always seemed to be going through one crisis after another, and he always expected Ralph to save his ass. Well Ralph was getting tired of doing that. He was more interested in fucking a willing man’s ass than pulling his boss’s ass out of yet another fire of the man’s own making. From now on he wasn’t going to answer his cell phone out of hours when his boss called him.

Ralph looked over at several occupied chairs on the other side of the pool, but the men there were just lying back, relaxing, like he was supposed to be doing. No action there. He crossed his arms over his chest staring at the ink on his left arm. He had the full sleeve completed now, and every part of the picture was a symbol that had a special meaning for him.

He ran a finger over the rose that signified the baby sister he’d adored all through his childhood and teenage years. But she’d grown up and become a total bitch, which was why the stem of the rose was covered in sharp thorns. He never would have guessed she’d become an adult who was totally bigoted against gay people.

A splash made him look at the pool again. A slender red-haired man was slicing expertly through the water. He looked like someone who came here every day and swam length after length. But instead he swam only to the end of the pool and got out. He’d left his towel at the other end of the pool, and Ralph had plenty of time to stare at the redhead’s lean but wiry body and taut little ass. Now that was an ass that interested him. Especially since the man seemed not to care about being naked. Ralph liked a bit of exhibitionism with his sex.

The redhead picked up his towel, rubbed his hair and upper body, and then tied it around his waist before walking over to the door that led to the sauna. Ralph climbed off his chair and followed him.

Not being used to saunas, Ralph stayed on the lowest step, working on the idea that hot air rises, so it’d be coolest lower down. The redhead, however, was sitting on the top row, leaning his back against the wooden wall.

“Wasn’t the pool warm enough for you?” he asked, wanting to get to know this interesting man.

“Hell, no. I mean, it’s heated. It’s warm, but I think I’ll like it better after a sauna when I want to cool down. Now this heat, this is delicious. This I like.”

“I do, too. Of course, in another five minutes I might have changed my mind.”

The other man laughed. “Yeah, me, too. I’m Francis, Frank.”

“Ralph. What do you do for a living, Frank?”

“I’m a town planner. What about you?”

For the first time ever he told a stranger what he really did, not the politically correct, politely spun version of his job. “I’m the bogeyman. I expose insurance frauds.”

“I don’t see that makes you the bogeyman. If people weren’t lying and cheating already they wouldn’t have any reason to fear you.”

Ralph laughed. “I think you’re the first person ever to see it that way. Most people think the rules are there to be broken. They see the extremely rich finding ways to avoid paying tax and think insurance premiums mean the money belongs to them and that the comparatively small amounts they steal are fair game. But I don’t chase people for ten cents. I chase them for thousands of dollars. And that includes the wealthy as well.”

Ralph stretched out on the step so he could see Frank’s face better. They began talking about their likes and dislikes, and when the buzzer rang to say their fifteen minutes in the sauna was up, Ralph was really surprised. He didn’t feel too hot, and he sure as hell wasn’t ready to stop talking to Frank.

“I suppose we’d better have a swim to cool down,” he said reluctantly.

Frank joined him on the floor of the sauna. “After that, let’s come back here. I was enjoying our time together.”

Ralph gripped the smaller man’s arms and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I was, too.” He stepped back and opened the door. Damn, the man had tasted nice. His lips were soft and sweet and just the tiniest bit sweaty and salty. I want more of him. Tonight.

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/kissing-his-man

Berengaria Brown Bio:

Berengaria is an award-winning, best-selling, multi-published author of erotic romance with over one hundred published digital, print and audio books. She writes contemporary, paranormal (magic, ghosts, vampires, fairies, dragons, and werewolves), futuristic, medieval, and Regency-set historical. She loves to read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: MMF, MFM, FMMM, FFM, MM, FF, and MF. Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.

Berengaria Brown links:
http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/ 
http://berengariabrown.com/
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Monday, April 16, 2012

Spring Break Tour with contest!

Greetings everyone!  Today I want to welcome Kathy Kulig to my blog. Kathy Kulig is the award-winning author of sizzling paranormal, contemporary and erotic romances. Critics have described her writing as “very raw and hot”, “wonderfully unique” and “entertaining and captivating”. She’s won or placed in a number of writing contests including the PRISM Award, the EPIC Award, the Maggie, the Fire and Ice Contest, and others. Her interest in mythology, quantum physics and the supernatural, and also her extensive background in science provide inexhaustible material for new projects in the paranormal realms. Expect a hot, passionate read with lots of adventure.

Ménages:  Is More HOTTER?

Ménage à trois or threesomes are very popular in erotic romance. The idea of three people getting it on is hard to resist (ha) and a challenge to write. In erotic romance, probably the most common ménage is two men and one woman. Of course there are two female/one male ménages, all male and all female. And there are all kinds of emotional dynamics, different sexual orientation, etc. to explore in each, so to keep it brief, I’ll only be talking about two men/one woman in this post.

When it comes to sexual interaction, there are two basic types here too. M-F-M, means the two men have intercourse with the woman but the men don’t have sex with each other. A M-M-F ménage would mean the men do have sex with each other as well as with the woman. But that doesn’t mean in the heat of the moment the men in a M-F-M ménage don’t end up touching or brushing up against the other’s naughty bits. When everything is that close in a sexual encounter, accidental intimate touching will occur.

In some relationships, a couple has been dating a while, or are married and decide to bring in a third person in a sexual encounter either to live out a sexual fantasy, to spice up their love life or because one or the other is attracted to the third person. The third reason is especially common for couples involved in a swinging lifestyle. Or it might be a one-time curiosity fling. In a swinging lifestyle, a couple feels multiple sexual partners enhance their sexual journey as a couple and puts a little spice into their social life and marriage.

Another scenario I’ve seen in ménage stories is a more polyamorous relationship where there’s a sexual and emotional connection (real relationship) between all three. Not just sex.

If the three partners are married, it would be called polygamy.

So you might be thinking, what’s the difference between a polyamorous relationship and the swinging lifestyle? Both are “open relationships” looking for sex with multiple partners. The swinger couple has more recreational sex with friends, think, “friends with benefits”. A polyamorous relationship is a deeper emotional connection like boyfriends and girlfriends.


Besides erotic romance books, you’ll find ménages in classic or mainstream fiction and film too. Here are a few:


Books: 

Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden (1986). An American expatriate couple who bring another woman into their marriage.

Jean Rhys, Quartet (1928). Rhys’ fictionalized affair with Ford Madox Ford.

Robert Heilein, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress. A 3-some family unit with a wife, a senior husband and a junior husband living on the moon.

Dylan Thomas, Under Milkwood. A man with two wives.

Laurell K. Hamilton and her Anita Blake series. Asher, Anita Blake and Jean-Claude.


Movies:  

Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid (1969) Butch, Sundance and Etta Place.

Sunday Bloody Sunday (1971) a homosexual man, heterosexual woman and bisexual man.

Summer Lovers (1982) Vacationers in Greece. F-M-F

The Duchess (2008) w/Keira Knightly and Ralph Fienness. Ménage among the British royalty.


Ménages makes for entertaining a hot reads. Check out the Ellora’s Cave website http://www.jasminejade.com and scroll down on the left side for ménages. They have tons of great stories. In my current release, Spring Break, http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10007-spring-break.aspx my characters have a ménage in a sex (swing) club.


SPRING BREAK by Kathy Kulig

Release April 13

Exotika, contemporary

ISBN: 9781419939822

BLURB:

Spring break beyond your wildest fantasies? If Justin Watkins can stop keeping watch over his college students like Big Brother, he might convince the prim-and-proper Mariko Maguire to be his sex partner at the invitation-only adult club called TropiX.
 
Mariko is in Fort Lauderdale on business, trying to secure new clients for her PR firm. Abandoning prior commitments for one wickedly lustful evening—a one-night stand of kinky sex—was not on her agenda.

Carter Bosworth is looking for an evening of sex games during his layover in the tropical playground. He’s a regular at TropiX and always open for a new thrill. His plans are sidetracked, but it may be to his benefit after all when he meets the beautiful Mariko.

The potent heat developing between Justin and Mariko tempts her into shedding her inhibitions, and an exploration in eroticism develops beyond her imagination at the fetish club.


What types of ménages do you like to read in books? Paranormal or contemporary? I also have a paranormal ménage in my book Dragon Witch. (a biologist/witch, a space pilot, a shapeshifting dragon) and they’re on another planet. J What are your thoughts about ménages?


CONTEST:  I’m giving away a FREE ebook from my backlist. To enter, leave a comment on this post with your email and a name will be selected tomorrow. Thanks so much for visiting and thank you Francesca for having me. Can’t wait to see you at Romanticon in October!!


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Friday, April 1, 2011

Roses and Chains release day!



No fooling!  The latest in the 1-800-DOM-help series releases today!

Congrats to Delphine Dryden for her new release, Roses and Chains. A super hot f/f/m menage BDSM contemporary erotic romance. This a great story. Funny, geeky...and did I say...HOT?  Yeah. Hot. Way hot. Super hot. Grin. I loved it.


Check out the blurb:

Take one adorable suburban couple just starting to realize their D/s relationship isn’t quite enough to satisfy. Add one cute and quirky sub who can’t seem to find a Dom to suit her tastes. Place them in a room full of sex toys and candlelight, roses and chains…

And after a few smoking-hot nights of pleasure and exploration, all three just might find what they’re looking for.


By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.

An Excerpt From: ROSES AND CHAINS

Copyright © DELPHINE DRYDEN, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.


It hurt to come, and Mara screamed again as the flogger continued to drum against her. She craved the feel of fingers or a cock or something inside her, and the climax ramped higher and higher and felt almost spiteful because it wouldn’t let her go and it didn’t satisfy.

Then there was a second sharp peak, and after it ebbed she finally achieved a resolution of sorts, a release that wasn’t quite the relief she had sought. But Amie pulled her down from the cross and into her arms, letting Mara weep into her honeysuckle-scented curls.

And she didn’t say “I told you so”.

A few minutes later, Mara was seated on the floor next to Amie’s chair. As she dutifully finished off a bottle of water and plucked idly at one of Amie’s bootlaces, the Domme leaned down and pressed an unexpected kiss to the top of her former sub’s head. Then she handed her a business card. Mara took the card and stared at it for a moment before looking up at Amie.

“Mistress?”

“Somebody gave it to me. But I think you need it more than I do, sweetie. You’re just barely holding it together, aren’t you?”

Mara wanted to crumple the little white oblong into a ball and throw it back at Amie, but she knew her frustration wasn’t the Domme’s fault. It was her own. She looked at the card for another long moment before answering carefully.

“I’m sorry if I didn’t please you tonight, Mistress. It was very kind of you to—”

“Don’t. Don’t bullshit me. We were never like that.” Amie gave a sharp little sigh and pulled her ankle from Mara’s reach, then stood up and tucked a finger under Mara’s chin to force her eyes upward. Mara was too well-trained to jerk away, no matter how much she wanted to.

“Honey, we had a good time here in the club. It never worked outside, and we both knew that. But we gave it a good try, and I can respect that. What I cannot respect,” she said with a soft little faux slap against Mara’s cheek, “is a sub who plays passive-aggressive bullshit games, and won’t let herself get what she needs from the arrangement.”

Mara knew better than to apologize. She bit down on the automatic “I’m sorry” and nodded her head.

“I’m not sure what you need, Mara. And I don’t think you’re sure either. But there’s no reason to feel bad about that. It’s brave just to be out there trying. You don’t need to beat yourself up for not figuring it out faster.”

“I know. I know.”

“Especially not when there are so many people who would be thrilled to do that beating for you.”

She couldn’t help but smile, and Amie grinned back, the million-megawatt, slightly evil smile that attracted subs from miles away. The prom queen has decided she wants to whip your ass…you’ll take it and like it, so bend over. Mara had been one of the first in line, and would never regret the experience.

But Amie really had been a popular former prom queen, and Mara really had been a disaffected, Indie-rock-listening, former Goth girl. And though they’d tried to find some common ground outside their scenes, it had simply never gelled.
“Mistress, may I worship your boot?” A groveling young man in a studded black leather thong had knelt down near Mara at Amie’s feet. It happened all the time, and Mara knew to just wait. She didn’t blame him. She felt much the same about Amie, even though they were no longer together and she wasn’t a boot fetishist.

This one made the mistake, though, of making a move before he had received permission. He was already leaning in, mouth open, when Amie spoke.

“Move that tongue any closer to my boot, little worm, and you’ll be thrown out of this club for a month.”

Then she turned back to Mara, ignoring the man, who was smart enough to squirm away without another word. He did whimper, however. He had almost certainly enjoyed the rebuke on some level.

“Pushy asshole. Look, just call the number. I trust the person who gave it to me. And I wouldn’t give it to you if I didn’t think it would help. It’s worth a shot, anyway. So be brave, okay? And I’ll call you tomorrow to check up on you.”

With another little pat to Mara’s cheek, Amie was gone, strolling away across the main floor of the club like the Queen of the Dommes, off to review her subjects.

Leaving Mara alone to consider the merits of calling the number on the little white card.

She looked at it again and frowned.

“1-800-DOM-help? What the fuck?”