Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
The backdrop for my title is a five-star hotel in an unknown town. If a hotel similar to the one I described exists, then that is purely accidental since I used elements from different locales to create my fictional setting.
The koi ponds mentioned in the below excerpt come from the Ala Moana Mall in Honolulu, Hawaii. The mall boasts many koi ponds with big beautiful koi in all colors in the median areas of the pedestrian walkways. Of course said ponds come with signs not to feed the fish or toss in coins, but you know how people are.
I used the floor plan for a five-star hotel in New York City as the basis for the setup of my fictional hotel just to get a general idea of the layout. And I borrowed the sensory memories of the fountain in the West Chester Marriott (home of the Reader-Author Get Together) lobby as well. All of it together created my hotel.
Lexie's job as a housekeeper at a five-star hotel doesn't normally include the unique and risqué form of room service that important hotel guest Mr. Malena has requested, nor the generous tip he's offered. Lexie can't resist, and what should have been a one-time thing turns into an introduction into the sensual world of customer satisfaction. She finds much enjoyment in her "work," but is it worth risking her job?
[Contemporary Erotica, MF, MFM, light BDSM]
At the lobby, Mr. Dani waited for everyone to exit before he led her out. In a low voice, he said, “Here we go.”
The sunshine from the skylight heated Lexie’s skin. Fresh, cool air wafted over her exposed body. A breeze played with the edge of her shirt, rippling it over her taut nipples. She stood straighter with her shoulders pushed back. The pearls attached to her nipples swayed as she walked. Each step took her farther and farther into the common area. Mr. Dani didn’t walk quickly. He maintained a sedate pace and stayed relaxed as he escorted her around the room.
People whispered to each other. Some louder than others. The roar of the fountain in the middle of the lounge area drowned out much of it, but Lexie caught snippets here and there. A woman commented on Lexie’s bravery. Another on her lack of morals. A man wished he had a girlfriend like her. Compliments and complaints alike thrilled her.
She inhaled the scent of fresh water with a hint of chlorine. The rushing water that sounded closer with each step indicated where Mr. Dani had led her. More people would be located in the lounge than anywhere else. It served as the waiting area for the hotel restaurant and an easy meeting spot. The wood of the walkway surrounding the pond that the fountain water spilled into made a hollowing clonking noise under her heels.
“Stopping.” Mr. Dani tightened his grip to bring her to a halt. “Face the water and spread your legs.”
She didn’t need his helping hand to know where it was. The koi churned beneath the surface. The hotel highlighted the pond featuring large colorful koi as one of the main attractions. Guests could observe the koi from above on the walkway surrounding the pond or below in the sitting area located in a recess in the floor. The walls of the recess were aquarium glass.
The people in the sitting area could also see the people on the walkway. A sign on either side of the walkway warned women in skirts of the peek-a-boo hazard. Lexie shifted her feet apart more. Someone must be behind her. Why else would Mr. Dani have stopped? Whoever the person was, he or she was getting a perfect view of her pearls. Just like in Mr. Malena’s room, the attention excited her. She widened her stance a little more.
Mr. Dani said, “Afternoon, gentlemen. Lovely view, huh?”
“Very,” one man said.
A group of agreeing murmurs followed. A group. Lexie swallowed. Five, maybe six, different voices met her ears. She was showing her pearl-stuffed sex to complete strangers. A tiny drop of moisture trailed down her leg, and her pussy entrance worked the dildo like a pacifier.
Another man said, “Those are lovely pearls. Your lady friend wears them well.”
“Doesn’t she?” Mr. Dani passed his hand over Lexie’s ass, swishing her skirt. “Ten feet of triple-A, nine millimeter freshwater pearls.”
“Ten feet?” The man whistled under his breath. “Impressive, since I only see a half of foot at the most.”
A third man said with laughter in his voice, “We all know where the rest are.”
The other men chuckled.
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Monday, August 18, 2014
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Saturday, August 16, 2014
1--When you have some vacation days, what's your idea of the best place to spend them?
A) In a bustling big city like Chicago, New York, DC, L.A, etc.
B) In an area known for whatever sport you enjoy doing, like mountains for skiing, oceans for surfing and snorkeling, at a ranch for horseback riding, etc.
C) Where-ever your family and/or friends that you don't get to see often, live.
D) As far away as possible from crowds of people.
E) Staying at home, a stay-cation is best.
2--What do you look forward to doing on your vacation?
A) Shopping, dining out, going to the theater and/or concerts.
B) Going to places of cultural interest, like museums, and to historically-important places to expand your understanding of the past.
C) Doing the sports activities that you enjoy, including those that test your limits and challenge you to get better.
D) Doing quiet, relaxing activities like reading, fishing, or hiking in the woods.
E) Spending time with people you care about, that you don't get to see often.
3--Where do you like to stay?
A) In 5-star hotels.
B) In comfortable cabins or bed and breakfasts.
C) In the homes of friends or relatives.
D) In a tent or an RV.
E) In your own bed at home.
4--Are you interested in traveling to other countries?
B) Maybe to Europe.
C) The more exotic the country, the better.
E) Only to where there are relatives to stay with.
5-- Do you prefer to travel:
B) With a spouse or significant other
C) With one or more close friends
D) With your family
E) Don't like to travel.
6--Do you prefer to travel:
A) By airplane, since it's faster and gets you to where you want to go quickly
B) By train or bus, so you don't have to drive and can relax and enjoy the scenery and the ambiance.
C) By car with someone else driving, so you can enjoy the scenery, read and nap.
D) By car with you driving as much as possible.
E) Day trips only, then go home at night.
|The view from our campsite.|
I like the area up there so much I set my romance novel up there, For The Love Of His Life, in which an egotistical action movie star falls in love with the area, as much as with the local woman who first tells him she can't believe anything he says because as an actor, he "lies for a living."
All of my answers are D. What about you? What do you like to do?
Friday, August 15, 2014
Lowell Cartwright’s life as a mercenary problem solver has taken its toll, and after one more difficult job, he wants out. For help, he turns to Bull, a soldier of fortune turned club owner—not exactly a friend, but the best chance Lowell has. He visits Bull’s club to scope it out and meets Jeremy Hodgson. The twink captures his attention in a big way. Bull tells Lowell to stay away from the club until he decides whether he can help, so Lowell stays in town. When he spots Jeremy passed out on the floor of a convenience store, he goes to Jeremy’s aid.
Lowell piques Jeremy’s interest immediately, pushing all the right buttons. Then, when Jeremy needs help, Lowell’s kindness turns interest into something more.
But trouble comes knocking when Jeremy’s place is bugged. Maybe Lowell’s past is catching up to him, or maybe the danger centers on Jeremy’s roommate Tristan’s mysterious boyfriend. Whatever the source of the problem, the future Lowell and Jeremy hope for doesn't stand a chance unless they can find a way to protect themselves.
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Jeremy Hodgson stood in line outside Bronco’s with his roommate, Tristan, and his friends Kevin and Zach. “Why are we standing in line?” he asked Zach. “You know they’ll let us all in the back door.”
“Bull’s working out front tonight,” Zach answered. The line moved forward, and soon they were at the front. Zach walked right up to Bull, his lover of almost a year. The man was intimidating as hell to look at, but he was a really nice guy once you got to know him. “Are you gonna frisk me?” Zach said, putting his arms in the air and wriggling his hips.
Jeremy put his hand in front of his face to keep from giggling as Bull’s eyes bugged out of his head. Zach was wearing this short, tight shirt, and when he raised his arms, a line of skin appeared. When he moved his hips, it was something to see. “I’ll frisk you later.” Bull took Zach’s arms and pressed them down as he kissed Zach. A chorus of “ooooohs” sounded from behind them.
“If I do that, can I get in for free?” a guy asked from behind them. Bull pulled Zach to him and growled loudly at the guy, who kept quiet after that.
“Go on inside, guys, and have fun,” Bull said, turning to Zach. “But not too much fun.” Bull swatted Zach on the butt, and the four of them entered the club. They found a table in one of the corners, out of the way, but where they would still be able to see the entertainment for the night.
“I’ll go get drinks,” Tristan offered, and Kevin went as well, leaving Jeremy and Zach alone at the table.
“What’s been going on lately? You’re quiet and standoffish. Is something wrong?” Zach asked, practically bouncing in the chair with his usual energy.
“Nothing anyone can help with. Tristan’s been dating this guy Eddie, you have Bull, and even Kevin was seeing someone, at least until last week, when he and Phil broke up.” Jeremy looked over to where their two friends were working their way up to the bar. “I haven’t had a date in six months, and the last guy I saw turned out to be a real loser who was more interested in merging our comic book collections than he was in me.”
“I thought Lenny was nice.”
“He was. But I found out that comic books were about all we had in common. He didn’t actually read anything else… at all.” Jeremy sighed softly and wished they’d return with the drinks so he could start on the buzz he intended to get. Maybe he’d even get drunk so he could forget how alone he was feeling. “He loved your work.”
Zach had developed a graphic novel using Bull as the model for the hero. It had started slowly at first, but his work was gaining in popularity, and he’d already finished a second and was working on the third installment. “So you’ll find someone else,” Zach told him.
“I sure as hell hope so.” Dating his right hand was not going swimmingly. He looked around and saw Kevin and Tristan walking toward the table. They set down the drinks and then took their seats.
“Is Eddie busy tonight?” Jeremy asked Tristan before sipping from his martini glass. He wanted to gulp the thing and then get another, but Tristan had ordered the good stuff, and it was way too fine to waste like that.
“Eddie’s working late. He said he’ll join us a little later.” Tristan grinned. Jeremy knew he should be happy. Tristan obviously was, and Eddie was a nice enough guy. But he was having trouble feeling good for anyone now. Maybe he should have stayed home and moped there instead of bringing everyone else down. He wished he knew where this case of the lonely grumps had come from. This wasn’t him, and he hated being this way. He told himself to snap out of it. A few seconds later the music started.
“Come on and dance with me,” he said to Tristan. They had all been friends for a while, and he’d known Tristan for years. “Eddie isn’t going to mind, and I promise to watch out for your virtue.” He needed something to knock this attitude out of him.
Tristan got up, and they headed to the dance floor. The exotic dancers weren’t supposed to perform for another hour, and sitting around ruminating was not going to help. The beat was great, and Jeremy began to move. Tristan was a good dancer, so they had a great time. Gradually, Jeremy let go of his worries and let the music carry him.
The dance floor got crowded and guys bumped him, but he paid no attention. He was having a good time. After a few songs, Tristan signaled that he was going back to the table. Jeremy wasn’t ready to stop, so he continued dancing. A guy a little taller than he was, but stocky, with dark eyes and brown hair, moved close to him. Without thinking, Jeremy synchronized his movements to the guy’s, and he came closer. The song ended and another began, this one faster. The other guy moved right up to him, sliding a knee between Jeremy’s legs, cradling him with one arm around his back. Now they were moving as one.
Sweat beaded on Jeremy’s skin and his heart raced in the best way ever as sexual energy built between them. Jeremy’s mouth went dry and he was hard as a rock in his jeans, and the excitement continued to build. He’d always thought that dancing was vertical sex, and if he was right, then sex with this guy was likely to be wild, maybe a little dangerous, and definitely a drive to the moon. The guy leaned closer, wrapping his other arm around him, and then Jeremy was drawn even closer… and finally kissed to within an inch of his life.
Jeremy’s entire body tingled. The guy tasted like peppermint, and he loved that. Jeremy returned the kiss, throwing his arms around the man’s neck and holding on for dear life. He loved this feeling, like he was flying, and he never wanted it to end.
Of course the song did end, and the mood changed. Jeremy came to his senses and realized he’d been making out with a complete stranger in the middle of the dance floor, in full view of all his friends. That was not a good thing. Oh, the making-out part had been great, but he was not in the habit of moving this quickly with a stranger. “My friends are at the table,” he stammered. “I should go back and join them.”
“Will I see you later?” the guy asked.
“Sure. I’m Jeremy,” he said, forcing a smile. “And we’re sitting right over there.” He turned and walked back toward the table, his legs a little unsteady. He sat down with the guys and picked up his drink, looking at the table.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Okay, every now and then I get on this subject. There's a reason. When I first began writing publishers would tell me, too much about secondary characters. The story should center around the romance. Well, after 40 years of studying this trade I still think that secondary characters flesh out a story and make it better.
Sure in a romance, the romance is the subject. I agree. However, secondary characters bring more reality to the story. There is rarely a book that writes nothing but the hero and heroine. The reason is, we can get bored very quickly.
True they should not over shadow the main story which is the love story itself, but they should add to it. Give it flavor so to speak and enliven the action around them.
To me not having secondary characters is like having a funeral and not inviting anyone to come. Sad.
A woman that comes home to see her mother, has to have a mother in the scenes. A man with a kid, has to involve the kid in the story or it's too flat.
What exactly do secondary characters do for a story? Well, they flesh out the heroine and the hero in many instances, and give us a different perspective of their nature. They add humor, sadness, emotions of all kinds, and often keep the plot from going too dull.
You will find all kinds of secondary characters in my books. When I watch a movie, I like to see characters pop up and out. There was an example I watched tonight in an old western, The Undefeated, John Wayne and Rock Hudson were the heroes, but there was this one character that was a known coward. He stayed in the background until the bad General was going to shoot him to get John and Rock to cooperate. The character was up before the firing squad, and he put his hands over his eyes so he couldn't see them kill him. When they didn't and he took his hands down, there were tears running down his cheeks. This was a big man, with a child's heart. It enhanced the story. In Rio Bravo, John Wayne leaned over and kissed Walter Brennan on the top of his head because he was feeling sorry for himself. It was a tickler to see John do that. It brought something out of his character. The unexpected. This is what secondary characters do for a story, they bring forth a human element that we might not see in the hero or heroine if they were not there. And the scene can live in your memories forever.
When a writer writes they want to write books that instill memories in the reader. Secondary characters help accomplish this.
So never under estimate using them. Never leave something that might burn into one's head out of a book. I think it makes the difference between good writers and bad. Now, that's just my opinion and I'd love to hear more about what you guys think.
If you read any of my work you will remember characters like, Jackson Luther Montgomery, from Nick's Baby. Ma Jones from the boarding house in Heart of a Lady. Cal Travers from the Travers Brothers series. Can you imagine the books without dear old dad. Of course not.
So leave some comments. That's how we learn.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014