Erotic Authors - What Makes Them Tick? Interview with Fawn Lowery

Dear reader,

As a consumer of erotica, have you ever wondered how the writers of those titillating stories, which make us wet or hard, come up with their wild scenarios. Have they performed what they write about? Do they have fantasies? Have they indulged themselves or are they all talk and no show? (like me.)

I don’t care what they eat. I want to know who they ate or would like to eat! What motivates them? What gets them going?

Shall we find out. This week’s person of interest is acclaimed author, Fawn Lowery

Welcome Fawn, seeing how we are trying to get a feel for the sensuous writer, my questions may be a little pointed, so if you have a problem with a question, just go to the next one.

• First question: How did you start writing erotica?

My stories have always had sexual elements—even twenty years ago when all the action took place behind the closed bedroom door. The urge to go beyond that door intrigued me. I wrote sex scenes but left them out of the stories I sold. One day while browsing a local bookstore, I came across Blue Moon Books and a whole new world opened up for me. I bought a stack and read every word inside those explicit covers. Finally I knew what genre I was writing and wanted to write.

• How long have you been writing erotica and would you prefer to write anything else?

About twenty years! I freelance to men’s magazines and several women’s magazines that accept erotic fiction, print and ezine. As for writing anything else, my characters won’t let me.

• Do you feel you offer anything special to your readers?

Perhaps the opportunity to indulge in a sexual escape when they read my work. I try to develop characters and scenes that pull the reader in. When I write about a naked man, I want the reader to see him, feel as if they are stroking his skin, smell his scent—my aim is to arouse the sexual side of the human being.

• What are your writing goals?

To find a publisher where my contemporary erotic romances are best sellers!

• As an erotic writer, you are assumed to be a sexual person. Do you have any sexual hang-ups?

Wow! Sexual hang-up! I can write about group sex—but I would never have the courage to participate in such a ‘gathering.’

• As an erotic writer and a sexual person, do you have any sexual fantasies?

Yes! However, I put them all on paper and get paid for doing so! Actually, there is one…I’ve yet to have sex in the moonlight on a Hawaiian beach, then smoke a cigarette and sip a mai tai afterwards. *sigh*

• Have you acted out your fantasy? If you haven’t would you consider living out your fantasy?

I once had sex in a pickup truck while parked at the river! I think that’s as close as I’ve come to acting out my Hawaiian fantasy. By the way, the riverbank was far less crowded than a Hawaiian beach at night time. Living out my fantasy? Heck yeah! Clear a beach in Hawaii and I’ll (we) will be right there!

• From where do you get your main characters?

They come straight from the old gray matter!

• What is your preferred style, when writing erotica, ie. m/f f/f, m/m, mfm, bdsm, etc?

I prefer male/female, and a touche of BDSM is great as well. I like a powerful male in my stories. I love writing about hunky men and beautiful women, developing their characters and putting them in steamy sexual situations. I think a man and a woman making love—totally enjoying each other’s bodies—is the epitome of erotica.

• What do you personally look for in a sexual partner?

Willingness to experiment! I never want sex to become a boring thing in my life. I think you have to have experimentation to keep the heat generated in a relationship.

• Doing what to your sexual partner, gets you excited?

Washing his chest in the shower! Oooo! The exquisite feel of wet flesh beneath my fingers!

• Which celebrities or other well known individuals, if any, do you drool over?

Josh Turner, the country music star who sings ‘Your Man’ on my space page! He’s beautiful!

• Do you sometimes get turned on by your own erotic writing?

Yes. I believe my writing has to stimulate me before it will have the same effect on my readers. I write until the sex scenes are burning my mind and then I know they will fulfill my readers’ expectations.

• If so, do you do anything about it?

I keep both hands on the old keyboard at all times, honey!

• Have you ever participated in any of the wild scenarios of which you have written?

Yes. Some—but not all. My readers can probably guess which ones I haven’t done yet after they read this interview! Ha!

• In your estimation, what is the sexiest book/story you have written? And do you have a sexy passage that you would share with us.

Sexiest? That’s a hard question to answer since I try to make all my books the sexiest one. I suppose I’d have to pick Captive Heart, my only historical romance. The story has a BDSM theme. The heroine is naïve but soon wakes up to realize she has more power over her captor than imaginable.

Here’s a short excerpt:

Myla stared up at him. The moment she had feared was upon her. His lordship was going to rape her upon his bed. She felt a tremor race through her body.

An aura of suspended lust seemed to hang in the air of the bedchamber.

His face, though fearful to look upon, didn’t appear threatening. A note of confusion wafted through her. He was towering over her, commanding in every sense, yet she had no fear of him.

“On the contrary, your lordship, I have been expecting you to rape me since you stole me from my pallet,” she said in a whisper voice. “And now, if it is your wish, get on with it.” She drew in a steadying breath. “I ask only, your lordship, that you do it quickly, that I may not suffer.” She had resigned herself. She looked away from him, staring at the ceiling instead.

Jase laughed out loud.

“Suffer?” he questioned, laughing again. “It is a wench’s delight to have my cock inside her.”

“Is not the act of rape a vile injustice?”

He gazed at her lips while she spoke.

“Hush,” he commanded, his tone low. He lowered his dark head and brushed his lips across hers, making her draw in a sharp breath. “You are the wench of my enemy,” he said, his breath wafting across her cheeks. “But your lips taste of honey.”

• What is your current release? Please post a blurb or tell us about it.

My second paranormal romance, The Witch And The Vampire debuted May 30th. It’s the story of a young witch who awakens a sleeping vampire and is forced to do his bidding. They travel back to his time—1185—to search for his three brothers who have fallen under the same evil spell as he.

Thank you for being this week’s guest and sharing with your fans. I hope you have found our questions stimulating.

Thank you for the opportunity! I found your questions different than other interviews I’ve done. I thoroughly enjoyed answering them. I think, perhaps, they gave my readers a little view into the real personality of Fawn Lowery. 

Erotic Authors - What Makes Them Tick? An Interview with DJ Manly

Erotic Authors - What Makes Them Tick?

Dear reader,

As a consumer of erotica, have you ever wondered how the writers of those titillating stories, which make us wet or hard, come up with their wild scenarios. Have they performed what they write about? Do they have fantasies? Have they indulged themselves or are they all talk and no show? (like me.)

I don’t care what they eat. I want to know who they ate or would like to eat! What motivates them? What gets them going?

Shall we find out. This week’s person of interest is highly acclaimed author DJ Manly.

Welcome DJ, seeing how we are trying to get a feel for the sensuous writer, my questions may be a little pointed, so if you have a problem with a question, just go to the next one.

First question:

How did you start writing erotica?

I’ve always written fiction. At the age of ten, I was writing novellas. I wrote this male/male story, and it just naturally had a lot of sex. I was hooked after that.

How long have you been writing erotica and would you prefer to write anything else?

I started writing erotica about two years ago. I have other books published under another name, and I enjoy writing these books as well.

Do you feel you offer anything special to your readers?

I have a sociological background. I’m told my stories explore themes like racism, homophobia, gay bashing, class conflict. I would hope that readers come away with a message, although it’s not the main goal of the books. The main goal is to write a book the reader will enjoy reading.


What are your writing goals?

Writing goals…well…I keep a running list of who I need to write for next. I have four main publishers. They all get hungry. I try to be fair and make sure that I supply them with my books.

As an erotic writer, you are assumed to be a sexual person. Do you have any sexual hang-ups?

Sexual hang-ups personally? Well…I’m not into peeing on people…lol…I don’t have a foot fetish…lol…I wouldn’t write about something which personally turns me off.

As an erotic writer and a sexual person, do you have any sexual fantasies?

Of course. Doesn’t everyone? I have fantasies I’d love to live out, and some I only like to imagine.

Have you acted out your fantasy? If you haven’t would you consider living out your fantasy?

Some of them, yes…like maybe light bondage and being with two partners at the same time. That might be fun.

From where do you get your main characters?

Out of my head. They speak to me, they appear to me like apparitions some time, and I fall in love with them. I have to be in love with my main characters before they hit the screen.

What is your preferred style, when writing erotica, ie. m/f f/f, m/m, mfm, bdsm, etc?

Definitely male/male but then I’m D.J. Manly, and everyone who knows me, knows that…lol…

What do you personally look for in a sexual partner?

Passion, romantic, a great kisser, someone who takes their time in bed.


Doing what to your sexual partner, gets you excited?

Kissing. I love kissing. I find it the most erotic of acts…if done right.


Which celebrities or other well known individuals, if any, do you drool over?

Well, I have a little thing for Johnny Depp, but other than that…years ago, I used to have a severe crush on Tom Selleck…Magnum P.I. (I was a kid!!) Oh, today…I can’t forget about Colin Farrell, I can easily get off on watching him. Miami Vice was a horrible movie but I watched it twice just to see Colin.

Do you sometimes get turned on by your own erotic writing?

Yes, if I reread some erotic scenes. If they don’t turn me on, I figure they won’t do it for the reader either.

If so, do you do anything about it?

What do I do about it? Well, if my partner is handy…there’s always the trusty hand…


Have you ever participated in any of the wild scenarios of which you have written?

Ah, no, not as of yet…but there’s always tomorrow.

In your estimation, what is the sexiest book/story you have written? And do you have a sexy passage that you would share with us.

Oh, I have written so many sexy books. I think one of the sexiest scenes however comes from Connor’s Storm. Here’s a taste…

“Ah, you want me to be doing a strip tease, now do yea, lad?” I exaggerated that damned accent just for him, and I saw him throw back that fair head and groan.

“Oh, Christ, don’t, Connor, I’ll cream my pants.”

“Then perhaps yea should be removing those trousers, boy, so you don’t be a dirtying them.”

“Stop it,” he laughed. “Come on, let me see that beautiful muscular torso of yours, Colonel, and those big dark nipples that cry out for a good tongue lashing.”

I grinned and let the top of the uniform fall down to my waist.

“Oh, yeah…hell, yeah,” he cried out, cheering like a fan at a ball game. “Go, baby, let’s see that great ass. Turn around.”

I turned slowly, winking at him over my shoulder and whipped the rest of the uniform off.

“Christ,” he breathed, “come here. Come here, Connor.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I walked naked over to him and knelt in front of him like he was a prince and I was his servant. He put his hand on my hair, and I felt the most alien feeling. My throat choked, my eyes felt moist. He stroked my hair some more, and said, “What’s wrong, baby? What’s wrong? We’re here to forget.”

I nodded, lifting my head and smiling at him. He got up on his knees now and pulled me against him. For a while he held me, just held me, and I closed my eyes. Then he took my face between his hands and told me I was beautiful. I undid his shirt and threw it aside. I laid him down on the blanket and kissed his throat, and his nipples. We kissed slowly and sensuously, and I kept kissing him until he moaned my name into my mouth. I let my hand trail down over his body now, opening his pants, lifting out his hot, hard sex and fondling it in my hand. He lifted his hips off the blanket. I squeezed his sex. He moaned and bucked his hips again.

He looked into my eyes, and said, “I love you, Connor. God help me, but I love you.”
I swallowed, then, abruptly I let his cock slip from my hand. I sat up, stunned. Overwhelmed, maybe.

I felt his hands move over my naked shoulders. “You don’t have to love me back, just fuck me. That will be enough,” he whispered beside my ear. “Fuck me. Please, Connor.”

I turned around and met his eyes. He touched my hair, my cheek, then pressed his mouth to mine again, almost inhaling it. He moved his hand over my thigh and then circled the head of my erection with his thumb.

“You’re ready. Come on.”

I moaned and took him down on the blanket with me. We kissed again while I slipped my hand under his ass and caressed it. That was met by Storm turning around under me and grabbing my hand. He reached under the blanket for something, which he pressed into my hand before propelling it down to the sweet swell of his ass.

It was a medium-sized vibrating anal probe. I recognized it because I’d bought one last year to use with Cliff. He always complained of a lot of pain whenever he allowed me to fuck him, and I thought this would help. It was self-lubricating and designed to relax the inner muscle to make sex more pleasurable for the receiver.

I reared upwards, took him around the waist and pulled him up on all fours. I turned on the toy and kissed the creamy skin of his ass cheeks. He let his head hang down, and moaned when he heard me switch on the toy. I parted his cheeks, and began to run my tongue over his quivering orifice. He spread his legs more, urging me to go deeper, and so I teased him without mercy for as long as I could.

My cock was already close to exploding. I put the vibrating head of the toy against his hole and began to press it lightly in and out of his entrance. I let it go deeper. I heard him cry out, and so I jerked the toy this way and that, then whirled it deeper, putting pressure on his prostrate until he thrashed his head and moaned deep in his throat. I licked my lips, watching the toy disappear inside him, my cock leaking pre-cum as I imagined my cock disappearing inside him as well.

“Are you ready for me, love?” I asked. “Tell me you want me, and…”

“God yes,” he croaked. “Take me, Connor. Don’t hold back. Please.”

I placed one hand on his back, pulled out the toy and then positioned my hungry cock at his entrance. Slowly I pushed the head past the outer, then the inner muscles around his anus. He moaned, “Oh God, it’s good, it’s good, Connor. Go, go, baby!”

I let my cock sink the rest of the way, closing my eyes, lost inside of him, lost inside of me, and then I lost control. I fucked his ass hard and fast, the sweat sliding down my face and into my eyes. I heard him cry out—howl, even—and I went faster, praying to hold on to it until I knew he’d remember always what my cock felt like inside of him. Then I roared my orgasm into his ass, and he pushed his hips hard against my groin as I grabbed his cock and pumped the last bit of cum from him.

He moaned back against me, pushing up, reaching behind him and grabbing my sex. His head came back against my chest, his eyes closed, all that silky hair spread over my skin. I clutched him around the middle, leaned down and bit him gently on the shoulder.

Breathless, he let his head fall to the side. “Fucking bastard,” he whispered.
I stiffened a little and released him.

He turned around on his knees, his bottom lip trembling. “I never meant to love you.”

“Then don’t,” I said, meeting his eyes.

“Fuck you,” he whispered.

I swallowed. I was hurt, hurt that he would turn on me like this, but I understood. I was the last man he should have been fucking. He was the last man I should have been fucking.

He crawled away from me, as if he needed to put space between us. He curled up into a little ball, then picked his head up and looked at me. “Tell me about your boyfriend.”

“Why?” I said, leaning back and sitting on my legs.

“Because obviously you don’t love him.”

“How in hell do you know?”

He tilted his head, his facial features contorting. “Do you?”

“It’s none of your business,” I said softly, looking at all the lights around the cave.

“It is my business. I’ve had your cock up my ass. I’d say it was my fucking business.”

I closed my eyes. I didn’t feel like talking about Cliff. “Let’s talk about you, Storm, and the reason you seduced me in the first place.” It was hard to keep the bitterness out of my voice.

“Are you saying I…?”

“Storm, I wasn’t born yesterday. You volunteered to give me the tour. You showed up at my tent.”

His mouth fell open. He looked at me as if I had hit him. “You’re a fucking robot, Connor, a goddamned unfeeling UWD trained son of a bitch.”

I shook my head. “Okay, it was because you found me so irresistible that you risked your ass to fuck me. It had nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that you wanted to distract me.”

“And are you distracted, Connor, or are you just having yourself a little fun?”

My lips tightened. “Fun. I’m having fun, Storm. You have a great ass, and I’m enjoying fucking it. That’s all it is.” I stood up and bent over to pick up my uniform.
He sprang up from where he sat and tackled me from behind. I never saw it coming. He pushed me down on the blanket. I managed to turn onto my back and he straddled me. Piercing me with those green eyes, he showed me the sex toy. “It’s your turn to get fucked, Colonel, so enjoy. You too have a great ass.”

We struggled as he fought to roll me over. I was on the verge of overpowering him when he managed to wedge the toy between my ass cheeks and turn it on. One push and the apparatus had moved past my outer sphincter muscle. The sensations shooting through me made me cry out. Storm left me on my back and pushed one of my legs up, while he held the other down by straddling it.

He leaned his head down to lick one of my nipples while he slid the toy in deeper, now past the second set of muscles which made less protest than I thought. Deeper still it went. My head crashed against the floor of the cave and I groaned. Storm sucked on my nipples, licking and teasing while he expertly moved that sex toy in my ass. My cock was standing at attention, my nuts tight.

“Baby, baby,” Storm said, slapping my cock back and forth, circling my nipples with his thumb, “Damn, but you’re a beautiful sight, so sexy, so needy, what a cock, it’s so damn big and thick.”

He began to thrust with that vibrating toy, in and out, and in and out until I thought I’d lose my mind. The pleasure shooting through my body was exquisite. I had no control; my cock, my balls, my nipples were completely at his mercy as he began to fuck me harder with that toy. I was thrashing and crying out incoherently when he yanked it out, heaved my legs up over his shoulders and drove his cock into me. I swore at him when he bore down on me, his eyes glinting dangerously into mine.

“You fucking…” I tried to spit at him but he just kept on fucking me, his eyes locked with mine, and my anger seemed to dissipate.

The pleasure was taking over and I closed my eyes, licking my lips, as he moved his cock in a delicious dance of lust. My control was gone completely. I was his, and the moans of pleasure coming out of my body shook me to the core. I heard him sob, slam into me three or four times, then felt him shoot all over my belly and chest. He let my legs down, trailing a hand over my calf as he did.

I heard him crying softly, and suddenly I couldn’t stand it. I reached for him and dragged him close to my heart.

“Storm…oh, Storm, don’t…don’t, baby,” I said softly. “It’s okay.”

He looked up at me, eyes red and swollen. “Do you love him?”

I suddenly realised that he was crying because he thought I didn’t care. I kissed the top of his head. “He wants to marry me. I can’t, because…I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with him.” I kissed his hair again, baby soft. “Not anymore.”

What is your current release? Please post a blurb or tell us about it.
I am going to tell you about my upcoming release on August 1st. It’s called Saga of the wolf: Book 1: Nicolas. It’s the first in a werewolf trilogy.

Here’s the blurb:

Adam Lang didn’t really want to think about the history of his family. He didn’t want to delve into the rumors about curses, and werewolves, and madness. He barricaded himself inside his huge mansion, and let other run the world for him.

Nicolas Ross was couldn’t stop thinking about the history of his. The Lang family had cursed his, and as a result, he had been born a werewolf. He’d do anything to reverse the curse, including kidnapping the man who ruled the inner city, a place characterized by crime, poverty, and misery. Nicolas didn’t really know how to reverse the curse, but he did know that only his hated enemy, Adam Lang could help him to do that.

As the alpha male of his pack, the others are not too thrilled about Nicolas’s decision to rid himself of what he sees as a ‘curse’ and soon, he and Adam are on the run from a pack of werewolves, and headed right for a demon…and all the time, they might just be falling in love.

Nicolas: The Wolf Saga is only the first in a werewolf series which you won’t want to miss.

About the Author

I write not only for my own pleasure, but for the pleasure of my readers. I can’t remember a time in my life when I haven’t written and told stories. When I’m not writing, I’m dreaming about writing, doing something wild and adventurous, or trying to make the world a better and more open minded place to live in. I adore beautiful men, and I know I’m not alone in this! Eroticism between consenting adults, in all its many forms is the icing on the cake of life!

Thank you for being this week’s guest and sharing with your fans. I hope you have found our questions stimulating.

Erotic Authors - What Makes Them Tick? An Interview with Kassie Burns

Dear reader,

As a consumer of erotica, have you ever wondered how the writers of those titillating stories, which make us wet or hard, come up with their wild scenarios. Have they performed what they write about? Do they have fantasies? Have they indulged themselves or are they all talk and no show? (like me.)

I don’t care what they eat. I want to know who they ate or would like to eat! What motivates them? What gets them going?

Shall we find out. This week’s person of interest is the multipublished author Kassie Burns.

Welcome Kassie, seeing how we are trying to get a feel for the sensuous writer, my questions may be a little pointed, so if you have a problem with a question, just go to the next one.

First question: How did you start writing erotica?

I’ve always had a bawdy imagination from childhood on. And I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I started out writing fantasy under another name and had some gratifying success in that field, but I kept getting the urge to put some of my sexual fantasies down on paper too. Eventually, I succumbed and then I was hooked! Writing anything else seemed way too tame!

How long have you been writing erotica and would you prefer to write anything else?

I’ve been writing erotica for about five years now. I’ve moved from pure fantasy and SF to fantasy and SF erotic romance and I’m having more fun writing than ever, so why go back? I get to combine the fantastic adventures I love to write with some sweet romance and hot sex. Perfection!

Do you feel you offer anything special to your readers?

Besides good writing, lol! I’m proud of my plots which seem to come to me out of nowhere and combine a lot of wild and fascinating elements. Mother Earth is a star in one of my books, for example. (Imagine what she could do for your sex life.) And another features a sexual healer with all the right equipment.

What are your writing goals?

My main goal always seems to be finding the time to write. And, of course, my lover would like to see me pen a best-seller equivalent to J.K. Rowling. Apart from those modest goals, I’m mainly interested in writing something that gives me pleasure, because if I enjoy it, the reader will too.

As an erotic writer, you are assumed to be a sexual person. Do you have any sexual hang-ups?

Apparently not, since I haven’t run into anything I wouldn’t do yet. I am in a committed relationship, though, which does limit the possibilities a little–no visits to sexual communes or nudie beaches allowed!

As an erotic writer and a sexual person, do you have any sexual fantasies?

I’ve had sexual fantasies ever since I can remember. I always have some sort of sexual “story” playing out in my head. I pity the poor dried up person who doesn’t have sexual fantasies. They’ve helped me through many a boring day.

Have you acted out your fantasy? If you haven’t would you consider living out your fantasy?

I’ve acted out a few. If you want to see what they are, check out my books. I’ll just mention showers and fireplaces and secluded, wooded areas.

From where do you get your main characters?

Darned if I know. They just appear out of nowhere and take over my life.

What is your preferred style, when writing erotica, ie. m/f f/f, m/m, mfm, bdsm, etc?

I write what I know, which is m/f. However, as with anything else, you do have to learn and grow and I notice my characters are getting more adventurous lately. They’re edging toward m/f/f and mfm. Plus, I always enjoy throwing in a bit of bdsm.

What do you personally look for in a sexual partner?

I’m not looking because, baby, I’ve got, and I’m happy! I look for someone who’s never boring, bright and witty and a good conversationalist, and, oh, yes, good in bed.

Doing what to your sexual partner, gets you excited?

Hey, just looking at him gets me excited. I’m easy. I’m also big on foreplay. What woman isn’t? So the kissing and touching and stroking of certain sensitive parts gets me very excited indeed.

Which celebrities or other well known individuals, if any, do you drool over?

I love Johnny Depp and Brad Pitt and I adore David Boreanaz who plays special agent Seeley Booth on Bones.

Do you sometimes get turned on by your own erotic writing?

Something’s wrong if I don’t. When you start to feel a little hot and bothered yourself, you know your writing is smokin’.

If so, do you do anything about it?

That’s where the discipline of being a seasoned writer comes in. … Okay, I can see you’re not buying that one. Yeah. Let’s just say I enjoy the fruits of my labors.

Have you ever participated in any of the wild scenarios of which you have written?

Don’t I wish. I’m not a shapeshifter or a sexual healer and my psychic abilities are limited. But I have participated wholeheartedly in my imagination.

What is your current release? Please post a blurb or tell us about it.

My latest release is Scent of Desire. Here’s the blurb:

Angela Bennett, captain of the space freighter Hawk’s Flight, has a dangerous secret: her scent drives men wild with lust. She has no idea why, so she spends her life alone in space with only an android for company.

Blane Llewelyn, a renowned sculptor on Tau Delta, lives the life of a recluse because his scent triggers uncontrollable passion in women. Only a journey to Kyffin, the mysterious world he left ten years ago, can provide an answer to the question why. It’s a journey he’s determined to make.

Landings are always dangerous for Ange, but when she puts down on Tau Delta, she’s attacked and nearly raped when a spaceport worker gets a whiff of her scent. At the spaceport in search of transport, Blane rescues Ange. Their attraction is sudden, immediate, and overpowering; against her better judgment, or perhaps in the lust-inspired absence of it, she agrees to provide him transport.

Stalked through space, hunted by Blane’s brother Ryol, the two make their way to Kyffin. Despite their growing passion, Blane won’t confess his secrets. Ange wants to trust Blane. She thinks she’s falling in love - or is that just the scent of desire?

You can find out more about this release or any of my books by visiting my web site, http://www.kassieburns.com.

In your estimation, what is the sexiest book/story you have written? And do you have a sexy passage that you would share with us.

That’s sort of like asking a mom to pick her favorite kid. I do love them all. So … for pure m/f loving, Disaster Earth; for fantasy sex that would scorch asbestos, Dreams of Desire, for an alpha male to drool over, Sexual Rx, and for a romance with a darker edge, my latest, Scent of Desire.
Here’s a little excerpt from Scent of Desire:

Blane’s eyes widened, but he bent down to welcome Ange’s kiss without hesitation. Their lips met and the touch of his sent a rush of exquisite pleasure coursing through her. His mouth seized hers without hesitation, his kiss hard and searing at first as he took possession of her. But as his arms surrounded her, his kiss softened and his lips slid across hers like wet silk. He feathered warm kisses around her mouth and up her cheek bones.

“Ange.” He breathed her name with tender reverence in her ear.
Her knees went weak with desire. It was unbelievable how much she craved his touch. She ran her hands through his hair, frightened by a longing more powerful than anything she’d ever felt. “Blane.” She whispered his name in amazement. Her arms looped around his neck. She didn’t care. She’d risk anything to feel his body pressed against hers.
He trembled as she pressed closer, and she knew that a matching tide of emotion was exploding through him. He bent his head and his mouth claimed hers again, clinging to her with a fierce, terrible need. His lips moved over hers urgently, with rising desire. Her long suppressed passions, fed by years of loneliness, rose to meet his in a wild, uncontrollable crescendo.

Sighing, he slid his tongue into her mouth, probing, each velvety thrust a promise of deeper intimacies to come. She sagged against him, her body melting into his arms, all coherent thought shredded by the sudden release of long-suppressed passion.

His scent was all around her now like a cloak. A warm daze enveloped her, a cocoon of desire that drove away all fear. Her sigh echoed his as she welcomed his touch. His hands moved from her waist upward, exploring the curve of her ribcage, the soft swell of her breasts. His fingers brushed over her nipples beneath the concealing fabric of her shirt, and they tightened in immediate response. Surprised, she shuddered with desire. He felt her trembling and pulled her closer, grinding his hips into her pelvis, his hard cock pressed against her stomach in blatant evidence of his arousal.

For the first time, that evidence of a man’s desire didn’t fill her with fear. She wanted his cock against her body, inside her body. The desire felt right, natural. His hands moved from her breasts to the seams that held her shirt closed. With a low growl, he pulled at them and they split apart. Her breasts spilled out, into his cupped hands.
“Gods — you — smell — so — wonderful.” He panted each word, his voice broken by the power of his need for her. Looking into his eyes, she saw them turn black with the growing lust that surged around them like a gathering storm. He squeezed her breasts, his thumbs sweeping over the sensitive nipples …

About The Author

Born a small town girl, Kassie moved on to a big Midwestern city where she works as a writer and editor. There she found love and settled down with a husband, two adorable dogs and her ever-trusty computer. As an erotica writer, she dates her interest in bondage back to long nights spent chained to that computer.

Kassie is published with Extasy Books, Loose Id and (coming soon) Samhain.

When Kassie isn’t busy writing, she indulges in her favorite hobby: astrology. Her other passionate pastime is golf—all those handsome men striding up to the tee box! But her true fantasy is to someday hit a hole in one.

Thank you for being this week’s guest and sharing with your fans. I hope you have found our questions stimulating.

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