I am so thrilled to welcome KyAnn to my blog today - she is one of my favourite erotic romance authors. Can't wait to read her post and ask if she'd mind sharing a bit about her experience working with erotic romance e-giant Ellora's Cave!Life is not a romance novel…or is it?
By KyAnn Waters
I’ve heard it said that sex can never be as good as it is in a romance novel and that real men are nothing like the heroes in romance novels…or are they?
From the first blush of love that tugs at your tummy to the sultry stories that make you hot and squirm on your chair, romance stories inspire and titillate. We lose ourselves in dark fantasies where the bite of a vampire is as erotic as the forbidden kiss from the boss. Whether your knight in shiny armor storms to your rescue on a majestic steed, or you imagine yourself as the heroine and are carried away into the whimsy of fantasy romance, you’re transported into the imagination of the author. Heroes are cunning, intelligent, resourceful and edgy. They’re strong and handsome and if you’re reading one of my stories, he’s wielding an impressive weapon (and yes, I’m talking about that weapon) and his skills are unmatched. Now you have to wonder…where in the hell are all the real life heroes?
Reality—men are often in a hurry and thank god, because the kids want dinner and the laundry needs folded. And if you even think about a little midnight affection, be prepared to die because the alarm clock is going to scream at five a.m. and this heroine needs her sleep!
I’ve heard some outrageous misconceptions, but I know why I write erotic romance. I love great sex! I love to read erotic romance because I love great sex! And I love to tell stories of love and lust.
I don’t expect a hero (or two) from one of my stories to come into my bedroom. My husband is probably happy about that since I’m mostly writing m/m erotic romance these days. But I wonder if women really expect of their mates. I’m happy when mine gives me time alone to write, helps with the house and calls on his way home from work. (Yeah, this is probably because he knows I spent the day writing and nothing is ready for dinner. lol.) I find that incredibly romantic because he’s thinking about me.
So are women truly looking for what they find in a book? Or like me, is it about the fantasy and that reality is much better than any fictional super hot alpha man that can rock between the sheets…and leap tall buildings in a single bound.
KyAnn Waters writes for Loose id, The Wilder Roses, Ellora’s Cave, Samhain Publishing and Siren Publishing. Visit her at www.KyAnnWaters.com
Upcoming release from KyAnn Waters.
The Naughty List
T’was a week before Christmas and Mrs. Claus conspires. Proposition Jack Frost to give Santa his greatest desire…
The deviant Dominant Jack Frost can be good, very good. Only for being so good at being so bad, Santa keeps him on the naughty list. What would Jack do to get on the good list? Kidnap Santa? With the help of Mrs. Claus, Jack could force Santa’s submission and give him the one thing he’s always wanted—to be on the naughty list. Then Jack could show Santa just how very good he can be.
An Excerpt From: THE NAUGHTY LIST
Copyright © KYANN WATERS, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
“It’s early, Mrs. Claus.” Although winter in the quiet magical town of North Pole would always be dark if it weren’t for the colorful lights twinkling on every house, tree and lamppost. Snow softly fell, sparkling like fairy dust on the evergreens outside the picture window. Jack Frost had been summoned to the Claus residence. Normally, he wouldn’t give a fuck, but the request came from Mrs. Claus herself. “Was there something you wanted?”
“Yes,” came her sultry response. “Being so close to Christmas, Santa is in his workshop.” She stirred his spiked mulled cider, licked the swizzle stick, drawing her delicate pink tongue along the length then closed her succulent red glossy lips around the red and white striped stem and sucked. “And please, call me Abby.”
“So you’re looking for someone to help you pass the time, Abby?”
She tilted her head coyly to the side. “I won’t deny that I need you, Jack.” Her eyes closed, her long lashes sweeping low then lifting. Her piercing sapphire eyes met his. “I’ll do anything to get what I want.”
Fuck, his dick stiffened at the veiled invitation. Her hips beckoned as she sauntered across the room.
“At this time of year, Santa doesn’t have time for me. He tries, but I have rather ravenous needs.” She handed Jack his drink, bending over to give him a perfect view of her tits. She had a rack made for fucking. Full-rounded mounds of milky white flesh and large cherry nipples. He licked his lips. The books had this Mrs. Claus all wrong. She wasn’t plump and smelling of sugar cookies.
“Thank you,” he said and sipped the hot and spicy drink.
“You’re very welcome, Jack.”
The current Mrs. Claus dripped sex. Santa didn’t bellow ho ho ho on Christmas night because he was jolly. The man had an insatiable wife. Last year, she asked Santa for a party with the elves. He’d given into her because…well she was on the good list and Santa didn’t have the ability to tell her no. Santa was inherently good. He didn’t know how to be naughty. Not like Jack. Mrs. Claus needed a bit of naughty now and again. So if her name was on the good list, and her name was always on the good list, she got exactly what she wanted on Christmas.
And that was never Jack.
Jack Frost had never been on the good list. For as good as Santa was, Jack was bad.
Mrs. Claus sat on the armrest of his chair and combed her red painted nails through the blond hair at Jack’s nape. “So, Jack, you haven’t been good this year.”
“Depends on how you interpret good.” He rested his hand on her hip, gently squeezing his way to her ass and showing her exactly what his good intentions would include. “I could be good.”
A chuckle passed her sultry lips. “You’d like to be good. I know what you want for Christmas.” Her nails raked down his back, scoring along his spine. “You’d like to be on the good list,” she whispered. “And I know why.”
Saliva pooled in his mouth as her nipples tightened beneath the tight fabric of her slinky red holiday dress. The plunging neckline teased him with a glimpse of her areolas. “I thought Santa was the only one who knew everything.”
A lecherous smile tilted her lips. “Oh Jack,” she purred as she stood and slinked around the back of the chair, letting her fingertips trace his broad shoulders. “You are exactly right. Santa does see everything. He sees you when you’re sleeping…and he knows when you’re awake. He knows the devious little tricks you play and all the naughty things you crave. You see, that’s why I know you’re the only one who can help me.”
Love it! LOL! What a start to Christmas! I have yet to write a seasonal story of any kind and if you read my last post you will all know I am keen to change that - can I ask your advice, KyAnn? How soon before each holiday would you recommend I submit my story for consideration?
KyAnn would love to answer any questions and comments!
Hi Rachel, thanks for having me today. I'll post more excerpts here in the comment area.
ReplyDeleteHey, Ky...how do I get on the naughty list? I want Jack!
ReplyDeleteAn Excerpt From: IRON MAN
ReplyDeleteCopyright © KYANN WATERS, 2009
“I came home…for Christmas.” Adam sat in the chair facing the couch and rested his forearms on his widespread thighs.
“That’s good. So how’s your family?”
Adam rolled the tumbler between his palms. “About the same.”
“I guess not much changes.”
Adam lifted his head and met Rafe’s stare. “We both know that isn’t true.” He took a healthy swig of his drink. “But not everything does.” His heated gaze raked over Rafe, lingering on his face. “You look good.”
Rafe smiled along with a nervous chuckle then combed his straight brown bangs from his forehead with his fingers. He should’ve had a haircut, but then he hadn’t expected company. Hadn’t expected Adam to show up on his doorstep. “I was thinking the same thing about you.” He stood and crossed to the hearth. After opening the metal screen, he knelt on one knee and picked up a split log.
“I had to come over…when I heard about your mom. I’m so sorry.”
Rafe paused then tossed the log on the dying flames. “Yeah, me too.”
“If I had known she was sick, I would’ve been here for both of you.”
Rafe released an unsteady sigh. “You left, Adam.” He glanced over his shoulder.
“Theron knew where to find me.”
Of course he would. Theron was one of the surviving seven, a Master Vampire. He controlled every aspect of his sect, including blood slaves. “I know, but I’ve never asked him about you.” He turned back to the flames. “We both made our choices. I appreciate that you’re here, but I haven’t fed, haven’t slept. It might be best if you go.”
“No.” Strong fingers closed over his shoulder. “To offer condolences isn’t the only reason I came over.”
Desire flared in Rafe’s groin and his cock stirred.
“Come here.”
Rafe paused then slowly stood. Adam wrapped long fingers around the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. A shiver skittered down his spine and his nipples tightened around the steel posts piercing them. Adam’s lips were soft but insistent. Fuck, did Rafe really need this added complication? The man had a way of making him shed any inhibitions. They’d been wild and hungry for one another. Then Rafe’s hunger had driven them apart. Adam hadn’t thought Rafe could handle the limitations of their relationship. Adam had refused to bond with Rafe—refused to become vampire. He’d understood, but the rejection had still hurt like hell.
But the man could kiss. Rafe parted his lips and Adam’s tongue delved into his mouth. Adam tasted good. A hint of mint blended with the essence of whisky and raw man. His grip tightened and he moaned low in his chest. Kissing back, his tongue swept into Adam’s mouth, tasting, lightly sucking, then demanding.
Maybe Rafe needed this—to lose himself in his former lover, the man he still wanted, even if just for tonight. Inside, something snapped. A rush of need left him dizzy and his cock swelled against his jeans. Rafe became the aggressor, grasped Adam’s buttocks and jerked him close. Adam groaned as Rafe pressed their erect cocks together.
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ReplyDelete“Is this what you came here for?” Rafe slithered his tongue against Adam’s. He tasted better than he remembered. Intoxicatingly male. He threaded his hands through Adam’s hair, holding his head as he deepened the kiss.
Adam ripped his mouth away and he gripped Rafe’s shoulders. “I couldn’t stay away.” He shifted his hips, rubbing his groin into Rafe, pressing into the hard ridge of his shaft. “Is there another man in your life? A blood slave?”
He gave a low laugh. “Would you care?” Adam eased back and their gazes met. Rafe tugged on Adam’s belt buckle. “Because I couldn’t care less if there is anyone in yours.” With fierce possessiveness, he cupped Adam’s erect cock. “If you only stopped by for conversation, tell me now.” He nipped at his lip, biting a little harder than he should. Part of him wanted to punish Adam for leaving but the bigger part was just damn glad he was there now.
“You always did want to fuck me.”
With those words, Adam turned his head, laying open the flesh of his neck. Saliva pooled in Rafe’s mouth, his tongue swelled and his canines lengthened. Control unfurled within him and the feral man, the part that wasn’t human, took over. A growl rolled from his chest as his lips pulled back in a snarl.
Muscles throughout his body tensed.
“Now, Rafe. I feel as desperate as you.”
Not possible. Rafe threaded his fingers into Adam’s hair and angled his head. Opening wide, he hovered over his flesh, anticipating sinking his teeth into the sweet elixir coursing through Adam’s veins—the drug that made Rafe human again.
An Excerpt From: ROUGH JUSTICE
ReplyDeleteCopyright © KYANN WATERS, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
“Step out of the vehicle with your hands in the air.” The mechanical tone of the sheriff’s amplified voice sent a shiver down her spine.
“What?”
“Hands in the air!”
Roxie stared. “Is this a joke?” she yelled.
“Walk to the rear of your vehicle, face away from me, put your hands on your hot little sports car and spread your legs.”
“Are you serious?”
“Do it!”
She was under arrest! “Asshole,” she muttered. To think she was about to masturbate to the man in order to pass the time and instead he had her assuming the position. She strode to the rear of the car, put her hands above the bumper and spread her legs.
She heard the release of the handle as he opened the cruiser door. Gravel crunched under Sheriff Soto’s boots. Her heart hammered against her ribs with each step of his approach. Her breathing became shallow.
He stopped behind her. “Normally I catch you hauling ass.”
“I swear your radar gun has it out for me.”
“Yeah, could be something like that. Also might have something to do with your car. Apparently it idles at eighty.”
She gave a snort and glanced over her shoulder. Sheriff Soto stood, his eyes locked on her ass. With the bright spotlight she imagined he could see right through her skirt. That was an arousing thought. A rush of liquid heat flowed through her veins and a flicker of awareness pulsed in her core. A familiar effect whenever the sheriff was around. “My car isn’t even running.” She hitched a hip and tapped the toe of her boot. “I called you for a ride.” She glanced over her shoulder again. “Do you want to give me a ride, Sheriff Soto?”
He closed the distance between them, standing close behind her. Hot breath fanned against her flesh. “Are you soliciting a police officer? Prostitution is a felony.”
Her pulse jumped. “No! I didn’t say anything about paying for a ride.”
“I can haul your ass in for that.”
“And I could lodge a complaint for police harassment.” She straightened and flipped her hair. Her knees might be weak from his authoritarian presence, but she didn’t have to show it.
“Is that a threat?” His voice deepened.
“If you weren’t on duty, I’d ask if you were drunk.” She tried to turn but he leaned into her.
“Technically I’m off duty as soon as I deal with a woman stranded on the side of the road.”
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ReplyDelete“Deal with? I’ve always been nice to you.”
“Oh Roxanne…I can be nice too.”
“Then why are you giving me a hard time?”
“I’m not—yet.” He nudged the side of her boot with his. “Now spread your legs.”
“Not the first time I’ve heard that one.”
He chuckled and she melted a little more. “As long as it’s the first time tonight.”
Oh hell, there was definitely a double meaning in that. She shivered from the press of his utility belt in her back. Everything about him was hard, including what she knew to be his cock and not his gun. The rush of blood to her pussy had her clenching in want. “I need a ride home.” Yeah, she needed a lot more than that. She shifted slightly, arched just enough to brush against him. He pressed closer and cradled his erection in the crack of her ass. “I ran out of gas.”
Ivan Soto had pulled her over for a speeding violation for the first time six months prior. Since then, he’d given her four tickets for speeding and more warnings than she could count. On each occasion she’d flirted shamelessly. But Sheriff Soto had always remained professional. He’d played along a bit but had never once crossed the line of professionalism. Had he given her more of an indication he was interested, she would’ve made a move weeks ago. Her panties had been wet for the hot cop since their first encounter.
Sheriff Soto’s hands trailed over the silky smooth material of her miniskirt. “I’ll need to search you for weapons before I can allow you into my vehicle.” His lips feathered against the shell of her ear. “How badly do you need a ride?”
Ohh, can I get on the naughty list? That would be so much more fun than the good girl list. I love that excerpt! Way to go, Jack!
ReplyDeletethanks Tarah
ReplyDeleteI am so excited for our book to come out with Loose id! You're amazing my friend. thanks for stopping over. :)
KyAnn
And for those interest...
ReplyDeletethe book is called Born into Fire and is on the Loose id coming soon page!
All of your books sound amazing, KyAnn! Looking forward to reading everything on your coming soon page! ;-)
ReplyDeleteHi Kyann, I'm a big fan of your contemporary books!!! Just wanted to say Hi and tell ya I can't wait for what evers next.
ReplyDeleteAlso I think Me and my husband have a romance novel story, we've been together since I was 16, now 37 and it's been amazing!! He was 21 the older guy and I chased him until I got him, he thought I was to Young but we're a perfect match everywhere! I feel very lucky, but I never get tired of reading about hot sex and new love. It's always so great in the beginning some of those feeling change, but I'm very happy with my hubby still. :)
Nice post! ~ Hugs, Christine
thanks Donna
ReplyDeleteand Christine that is a real love story. I've been with my husband since I was 19 and I'm going to be 40 next month. ugh. lol we have two boys. I love hot stories too. I tend to write all over the genre spectrum as long as it is hot.