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Wednesday, 25 July 2012

Author Override: Benjamin Russell

Author Override is the place where authors take the reins and take you on a journey into their world. Some may allow you into their private writing dens. Others may take you along with them on research trips or interviews. Whatever the case may be, sit back, relax and enjoy the ride because here you’ll get an in-depth look into an author’s musings.

Benjamin Russell

Benjamin Russell is currently under the weather, and so you get me, ER Pierce. I know, I know. I don’t have the silver tongue he speaks with, or the erotic way with words he so eloquently writes with, but… I do have something to share with you. I have Benji’s secrets.

Yep, I do. You might be wondering why I am privy to his secrets, and I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you, and quite frankly, I leave the killing up to Leila in my Nightstalker Justice Series. So, just roll with the information.

Drum roll please… Sorry Benjamin, it has to be done. You can’t hide anymore ;)

1) The man is a die hard Trekkie. He can spout facts about Star Trek that will make you shake your head and laugh. Also, if you look closely at his character names, you will find references to Star Trek Characters.

2) He is addicted to exercise infomercials. Specifically the Brazilian Butt Lift, and Zumba. He enjoys getting up early and watching women workout. I can’t really fault him for that though.

3) It takes him 15 minutes to brew coffee. No Keurig for this man, nope he has a French press and has to grind the beans. I’m an instant gratification type of woman, and waiting that long for caffeine would make me shoot sparks. I don’t know how he does it.

4) He is a major procrastinator. Woops, was I not supposed to share that with the world? My bad.

5) He is one of the biggest proponents of “Pay-it-forward”. If he is your friend or even acquaintance, he will go to extreme lengths to promote and share you, or just ask about your day. He really cares about people.

6) He has candy machines in his basement.

7) He wears a Fedora -- all the time.

8) He does not like Rap Music. His first loves are Prince, and Boyz II Men.

9) He would move to Hawaii in a heartbeat, and live there happily sunning himself on the beach watching all the ladies prance around in next to nothing. He would be a happy man, sipping a glass of white wine, enjoying the show.

10) Before he was a writer, he used to travel for work. You should ask him about his destinations and experiences. He worked best while eating Pizza and watching a movie.

11) If he were a contestant on Survivor, his luxury item would be a set of dumbbells. Honest Truth. Me? I’d bring a toothbrush, but to each their own, I suppose.

Anyway, Benjamin writes sexy stories, but you knew that. Or at least, you should know that. The Booty Call is published, and he is part of a Flash Fiction Anthology that just released with a few other talented authors, called Six Degrees of Passion. He is currently penning “The Incubus Chronicles”, which is an Erotic Urban Fantasy – and unlike anything on the market to date, so prepare yourself for some interesting, pulse pounding, sexual fun. I’ve read it, and I was blown away.

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Excerpt from the Booty Call, co-written with Michelle A. Chatton

Vicky arched her back and her head lolled to the side. “Winston, ooh baby, I am soooo close. If you keep doing that I am going to come, I am going to come so hard.” She whimpered breathlessly.

Steel vibrated in Winston’s voice. “No, you don’t come until I tell you to.” The touch of menace in his voice sent a furtive thrill to Vicky's moist core and surprisingly, she found the hint of danger in his voice to be arousing.

“Yes Sir,” she said, assuming the submissive role easily from pure habit.

Vicky let out a long sigh as he slowly pulled his finger from her pussy’s clinging grasp. He stared at his cream covered finger lovingly before he turned his gaze on her and met her eyes directly.

Transfixed, she watched him stick his finger in his mouth and suck off all her cream. A look of crazed lust washed over his face as he tasted her juices and the erotic expression sent undulating ribbons of desire shimming down her spine. She peered at him through hooded eyes as he dipped a finger back inside her. Vicky’s eyelids fluttered and then closed as another wave of pleasure racked her body.

This time, when he withdrew his finger glistening with her dew, he held his hand up to her face. Every cell in her body screamed for her to devour his finger, but she forced herself to wait. He didn’t have to say it, but she wanted him to give her permission to do it. He leveled an icy stare at her and his commanding body language spoke to her heart.

Tonight she wasn’t the hotshot attorney who intimidated weak men with her intelligence, self-confidence and plus sized body. Tonight – in this bed – she wanted to be a desirable and sensuous woman, giving her trust to a real man. If only for one night, she wanted a man like Winston to dominate her and use her as he pleased.

Her eyes were soft, open and begging for his approval. “Please.”

“That’s good baby, you’re learning.” He placed his finger at the opening of her mouth and Vicky smiled when she inhaled her scent. She greedily wrapped her lips around his finger and sucked it clean.

He moved to the end of the bed and dropped to his knees so he could look between her legs. Moisture oozed from her and he froze for a moment as his cock bucked at the sight. He stared at the tantalizing view of her sex, wet with cream. He became enthralled at the promise of emptying the creamy contents of his balls in her, or all over her.

He looked up and captured her eyes. “Vicky, tell me what you want.”

She hesitated for just a moment. “Please.”

“Please what?” The displeasure in his voice was evident.

“Please make me come.”

He smiled. “That’s what I needed to hear.”

Winston began to lick his way up the inside of her legs and made a beeline straight for her beckoning little pussy. Normally, he would have teased her even more, but since today was her birthday and she’d been a good sub up to that point, he decided to give her what she needed.

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Sunday, 15 July 2012

Author Override: E.R. Pierce

Hello Maidens! I’m glad to be back at Under the Covers. I thought long and hard about what topic to write about, and I kept circling back to “keeping the spice” in a marriage. You see, not only do I dabble in paranormal erotic romance, I also write an erotic marriage series featuring Eliza and Jett Prince – happily married monogamous couple of ten years with four children.

Although I write about married couples, most of the spicing up can be used in any relationship. One of the issues Jett and Eliza face in “Finding Time” is well, finding time to be together. Can you imagine trying to be sexy, flirty and adventurous while cleaning up spilled food, or listening to the kids fighting and bickering? It’s extremely unsexy, and a buzz kill. Yes, I know for sure. Why? Because I have four rambunctious hell spawn of my own. Whom I love dearly mind you, but they have horrid timing when it comes to sexy time. Sigh. But that is a story for another post.

My husband is amazing, but he will tell you the same thing. Children can ruin a sex drive faster than a boy will cum the first time he has sex. Marriage is work, children are work, and finding time for intimacy is hard when you’re tired and depleted.

Sex is tough enough, but when you add needy children into the mix, finding uninterrupted time is nearly impossible.

I know it’s easy to put the kids first, and your needs (as a woman, or man) second. An overall theme in “Finding Time” is about reconnecting. Many married couples become complacent and find themselves in the back seat of their own lives, shepherding children to and from activities, homework, and the daily life chores of being a grown up. Not to mention work, and all the societal pressures. These examples just scratch the surface.

So, here are a few tips from Jett and Eliza, and a little insight on how they got their groove back

Eliza says: I used these tips to open up and become more uninhibited.

1) Use technology. I know a lot of people frown upon texting, but really, it’s very useful and easy to text sexy snippets to Jett in front of the kids without them knowing what I’m smiling about. Or that my panties are wet from him telling me all the naughty things he plans for me when he gets home. I’m sure his workday is infinitely harder after he reads my texts :snickers: But texting dirty is the new phone sex – you should try it and reap the rewards of your teasing.

2) Garters are sexy! Buy a few sets and you will instantly feel like a sex kitten. Add a pair of thigh highs and your confidence will soar. The great thing about garters is you can wear them under anything and only you will know – it’s a very sexy secret. Until you reveal yourself to your partner and watch his eyes bug out of his head. Try mixing it up, and when your lover comes home from work – wear nothing but a long coat, a garter set, and a smile.

3) Let him know you appreciate any work he does for you and the family. If he’s been working out, tell him how delectable his body while you rub your hand up his chest and then whisper in his ear how much you love him, and just what his devotion to the family does for you. Follow this by showing him. Either on your knees, or in other adventurous ways. Sometimes intimacy and reconnecting is about the giving of yourself with no expectation. But hell yes –reciprocation is nice!

Jett says: My top three ways of keeping my woman happy are:

1) Compliment her… and I don’t mean the generic “You look nice today” comments. I’m talking about deep comments, like “You’re an amazing mother.” Or keep it simple and look into her eyes, stroke her cheek and say, “I’m glad you’re my wife.” (Or partner, mate, etc.)

2) Take an interest in what interests her. Remember that she is a woman and not just a mother, or housekeeper, or breadwinner. Always remember she is a woman. – Your woman. Make her feel loved and cherished.

3) Make sure she gets some alone time. The mother part of her will appreciate being able to take a shower without grabby hands and little space, going to the grocery store without yelling, or just reading a book in peace.

Jett and Eliza both wanted to give the readers a piece of advice together, and that is:

1) Have sex everyday.

Every day you ask? Every. Day. The more sex you have, the better you will feel, the happier you will be, and the more connected to each other you will become. So make it a point to have some type of sexual interaction daily. You’re welcome in advance.

There you have it ladies and gentlemen. For even more sexy tips and an interesting story, please feel free to read “Finding Time” and be on the look out for the sequel “Finding Balance” coming soon.

Excerpt

“Jett.” She whispered. He caught sight of her in the doorway and froze, his eyes wide. Eliza opened the door further and let him see her nude body. She cocked a hip and motioned to him with the crook of a finger. “Come on, before James knows your home.” She backed up and hoped like hell he followed.

His hand grasped the door and pushed it open enough for him to squeeze through. He shut and locked the door, perusing her up and down, and Eliza noticed his cock bulging his jeans. She decided on a bold course and walked to him as she cupped a hand over his erection and stroked once as she went up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. “I’ve been so horny all day. I hoped you’d come home for lunch. I waited for you and I’m sopping wet. Fuck me, please.” She waited for him to say something.

Jett brushed a strand of hair off her cheek and put it behind her ear, caressing her jaw with the backs of his fingers on the way back. “Let me go wash my hands, I’m dirty.” He feathered a kiss to her lips and went into their adjoining bathroom. A few minutes later, he emerged naked. The sight never ceased to amaze her. Her husband had a powerful body—strong, meaty thighs and calves. A narrow waist and a broad male chest. He worked a strenuous job and it showed. He didn’t boast a ripped physique, but his biceps were chiseled and he still had the ability to take her breath away. His face captivated her, always had. His sinfully long eyelashes framed large green eyes and sexy, sleep-tasseled, wavy hair hung to just above his shoulders. Her son James had his daddy’s curls. Jett had a square jaw and chiseled cheeks, often a five o’clock shadow or a scruffy beard. Scruffy-bearded men turned her on.

Jett walked to her and stepped her back until her ass hit cold window. She panicked, her heart pounding in her chest, even as slickness coated her inner thighs. Sunshine filtered through the transparent glass, sending prisms of color sparkling in their bedroom. “Someone will see us!” she whispered, a snap to her tone.

“Who cares, Eliza? They’ll only see an ass, if anything. But most people aren’t home right now.” He tucked a hair behind her ears, staring into her eyes.

Eliza shivered. The idea of being caught or seen terrified her as much as it sent zings to her pussy. Since she’d decided to try new things, she relented. She let him press her against the glass and cage her in his warm body. He nibbled and kissed her neck, relaxing her by slow degrees. He lingered on her mouth, sucking her lips and stroking her tongue with his. When her body grew lax, he dropped to his knees and hoisted one of her legs over his shoulder and tilted her hips towards his face. His strong fingers dug into her ass cheeks, he alternated kneading and clenching them together.

Her face flamed. Did she want this? Really? What if her neighbor, Mrs. Honeysuckle, glanced out her window and caught sight of more than she ever bargained for? She’d never be able to look the lady in the eye again without burning from embarrassment.

The first touch of Jett’s tongue to her slit stopped her wayward thoughts. In the recess of her wickedest fantasies, she admitted she wanted the thrill and added danger of exhibitionism. He lapped and stroked her, suckled her clit with the skill of a knowing lover, and she flew apart, palms pressed to the glass, head tossed back, eyes closed. Blood thrumming through her veins as a fine sheen of sweat coated her body.

She opened her eyes and looked down into the face of desire, stroking his cheek with her hand, as he licked the taste of her from his lips with an “Hmmm.”

He stood and gave her a poignant glance at his cock, eyebrow raised in mock challenge. Eliza laughed and turned him so his back pressed into the spot next to hers against the glass.

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Paranormal Erotic Romance Author ~ Fractured Moon (Steel #1) Released March 2, 2012. Available on Amazon and All Romance Ebooks

Erotic Contemporaries ~ Finding Time (Marriage #1) Released April 2, 2012 Available on Amazon and Free for Prime Members

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Tuesday, 24 April 2012

Author Override: ER Pierce

All right everyone, since I started a confessional series on my blog, I've decided to come clean in a big way. Well, big for me. * laughs *

The topic for my guest post today is how I went from a book reviewer to an Author. I know, you're thinking...huh? But it's true. I've been writing all my life in some way, and almost two years ago I started a book blog to keep track of what I read, and maybe get my thoughts out into internet land. So, some of you may know me as Erika Badass, of Badass Book Reviews.

Now you know me as ER Pierce.

I'm sitting here waiting for the pitch forks and gasps. Oh my goodness it's HER. The snarky one! Quick, tell everyone you know. She's here! Get her!

It's true. I'm snarky and honest, probably to a fault. I've learned over the past year though, to take my snarkyness and use it constructively. At least I hope so. Since I started writing full time, I've turned Badass Book Reviews over to a few awesome bloggers – Regina, Michelle and Ayelet. (Regina, Michelle the book stalker, and AH from Goodreads) They rock, and are doing a fantastic job. So, go say hello to them.

I have not been reviewing books. Lately, I find I just don't have time to read as much as I used to. I mean, I haven't even read the latest IN DEATH novel. Annie – I haven't read Roarke! Blasphemy, I know. Hmm, maybe I'll take a break from writing and go get me a Roarke fix. Yep.

I'm digressing. Going from reviewer to author has made me keenly aware of how a few of my reviews may have rubbed authors the wrong way. For that, I wholeheartedly apologize. But, you know what they say about hindsight. * sigh * As I delve further into my writing career, I now realize how hard it is to write a book, and I have a new found appreciation for the blood, sweat, and tears a writer goes through. There are days were agony runs through my veins.

So, here's the deal. I'm cool with all reviews of my books. I promise (in writing!) to never spout off to a reviewer who hates my book, and celebrates their hate with tons of GIF pictures and ranting raves. It's cool. You know why? I actually find those reviews entertaining and interesting. Yea, I won't lie, it will probably sting, but most likely I'll laugh my ass off. So, bring on the reviews. Good, bad, funny, ugly, ranting or simple. I'll love them all, and learn from them all. That is another lesson I learned going from reviewer to author. I feel like I can look at reviews objectively, and realize in my heart it's not * Me * they have an issue with – sort of. I find it to be a freeing concept.

I still get nervous though, when I see someone is reading one of my books. That's normal. Obviously, I want everyone to love my characters, or identify with my work, but I understand that my humor, my voice, or my characters are not for everyone.

Fractured Moon is my first full length novel (about 275 pages), and my debut. I know the story is interesting and unique. But I also know it isn't without its own issues. I'm writing better with every novel – well, at least I hope I am.

I'm proud to say I've made a lot of friends in the book blogging world, and now as an Author, I've met so many awesome and interesting people. Writers are an odd bunch, and I think I've finally found my place in the world. A place where my brand of crazy is celebrated.

So, thank you.

Now for the Author hat. I have two books available. Fractured Moon (Paranormal Erotic Romance) and Finding Time, which is a monogamous erotic contemporary novella. (Whew, that is a mouthful :grins:)

I'm in the middle of an awesome Work In Progress with the amazing Benjamin T Russell, author of Booty Call (co-written with Michelle Chatton) He has a silver tongue, and boy, does he know how to use it. Please check out their novella, it's a hot M/M/F menage.

I'm writing the next two novella's in the Steel Series, and the next novella in my erotic marriage series.

Thanks for having me ladies! I appreciate the time Francesca, Annie, Suz and Angela.

Runs, and ducks for cover now that my secret identity is out of the proverbial bag :)

Fractured Moon Blurb

Aurelia Fridell will always be a freak. Born to werewolf parents, her twin brother Ville can shift forms, but she can't. Twenty-five years searching for answers yields nothing.

As her thirtieth birthday approaches, isolation creeps in, and worry settles in her gut. She accepted her existence long ago, and yet lately, she's felt off-kilter. Eyes follow her, prickling her senses. Her headaches are getting worse.

Is she paranoid, or is there really someone, or something, stalking her? Watching. Waiting. Drumming fingers to a sinister beat she can't hear.

Time will tell.

Ceithin Starkley isn't looking for a mate. Especially now. In fact, he doesn't believe in true-matings at all. While he is being recruited for a new job, a scent on the wind stuns him, and he finds himself fighting an inner battle he never wanted, yet can't ignore.

Sparks fly, as Ceithin and Aurelia fight fate and race against a clock neither knows is ticking.

Will he claim Aurelia before he loses her for good?

Warning: This book is sexy. Contains a drool-worthy Alpha male wearing Beta clothing. A sassy and sweet heroine with brains and brothers you'll adore. A best friend every girl would love to hate. I mean have. And an impossible road no one will see coming.