Two Great New Novels

Exciting News! We've just released two of our best books, A Dangerous Game & EEK! I'm a Woman. These are my first major releases in almost a year and to celebrate here's some more good news. Both of my books and the eight other great newest releases on New Dawning Bookfair are 50% off until July 15th. That's Half Price! So Check the books out and while you're there check out our beautiful website.

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Here are Blurbs and Excerpts from these wonderful stories.

Blurb

A Dangerous Game is a complex story covering thirty years in the life of a woman, who at seventeen hit a low point when her father discovers she's pregnant and throws her out of the house. Gritty and spirited, Loretta Bishop, after a stint in an Elko brothel, ends up as a Vegas cocktail waitress, making the best of her situation in life.
 

Over the years, many men and lovers pass through her life, but three stand out: Vinnie, a slick Four Queens pit boss, Gary, a young, impressionable co-worker, and last, Bobby, a handsome, college student.

Seventeen years Bobby’s senior, Loretta is tasked, one night, with taking the unassuming, modest, pretty boy under her wing and turning him into a ladies' man. At first Bobby seems like a fun boy toy, but when Loretta falls in love with him and he asks her to marry him, Loretta flees in panic.  

Now on his own it’s up to Bobby to put the methods Loretta has taught him to practical use. Will he succeed and parlay his new talents into love, wealth and power?

SEXY STORY EXCERPT

The driver spoke. “Need a ride? Hop in. Jill, why don’t you get in back with Amy?”

Jill opened the door stepped out, smiled coyly and hopped in back. I got in and before I knew it I was being taken for a ride by… “Hi, I’m Babbet but everyone calls me Baby.” Her broad smile revealed perfect white teeth. “I’ll drop my sister and her friend off at the pajama party first, then I’ll take you wherever you want.”

I chuckled. “You’re very kind.” And hot. “Excuse me for laughing but my name is Bobby. Bobby and Baby sound a little strange together.”

Baby peeled off the shoulder like Loretta had minutes before, and the tires screeched from the traction of pavement. Looking me up and down, Baby said, “I dunno, sounds kind of promising to me.”

Baby was medium height and slight of build. She had warm brown eyes behind long lashes. Her light brown hair was tied at the top of her head, giving a fountain effect, enhanced by loose ringlets framing her pretty face.

She’s coming on to me. Do something. After Jill and Amy leave.

“So how old are you, Baby?”

“I’m nineteen. I’m an education major at UNLV.”

“We have something in common. I go to UNLV also—Hotel Administration.”

After dropping the party goers off, Baby headed back in the general direction I'd been hiking. “Where to?”

“My Apartment. Drive toward Sandhill. I’ll give you directions from there.”

Baby was thinking. I heard her sigh as she took a deep breath. “You don’t have to go straight home. We could go somewhere?”

I knew it, she is coming on. I couldn’t help but smile. “Like where?”

“We could get a drink,” she said, her voice quivering slightly.

“I thought you were nineteen?”

“I have ID.” She asked hopefully? “Do you want to?”

Using her term, I said, “Sounds promising, but I better get home.”

The smile on her face morphed to consternation. “So you have a girlfriend? Is that why you do don’t want to do something?”

“My girlfriend and I have an open relationship.”

“Wow! Really? What was your fight about?”

“I called her a whore?”

Baby’s lips pursed and her eyebrows dipped. “Why, is she one?”

Studying Baby, I watched for her reaction. “Not that I know of. For some reason, I was pissed because she fucked my best friend.” Baby blanched. “Sorry about the language. I have no reason to be mad, because it happened way before I met her, yet it ticked me off.”

At my direction, she turned south on Sandhill Rd. I could tell she was thinking. “So how come you didn’t want to do something with me?”

“Turn here. That’s it. Pull over.”

She pulled in and shut the engine off. Baby half-turned toward me in her seat and lifted her right leg up, resting her foot on the console. She’d made her move; now it was my turn. Obviously the girl liked me. Should I give her a go? Why not?

Baby wore a red bikini, a matching floral cover up and flip-flop sandals. Not much to take off. “I want to do something with you, all right. Just not get a drink.”

She turned as red as her swimsuit. Desire and apprehension fought a battle for her facial features. Taking a deep breath, obviously nervous, she squeaked, “What then?”

She knew well. She just wanted me to say it. I leaned over the console in her direction, and my hand journeyed the two feet separating us. My forefinger flittered through one of her ringlets. She closed her eyes as the back of my hand stroked her smooth cheek.
She looked down but didn’t say anything as my fingers unbuttoned the lone fastener of her cover-up. As I pulled one flap of the garment to the side, I said, “Oh, I think you know what I want to do with you.”

She closed her eyes once more. I moved the other flap of the garment. “And you want me to do it. Don’t you?”

She must have been picturing what she wanted me to do to her, because with her eyes still closed, her lips began to quiver. I quietly unzipped my fly and freed my now erect penis. I bent closer to her ear and purred. “I didn’t want to waste time getting drinks.” My fingers traveled back and forth over her quivering red lips. She closed her pretty eyes and sighed, invitingly parting her lips as she did, jutting her bottom lip out slightly. My fore and middle fingers pulled the pouty lip downward, then slid across her perfect white teeth. At the same time, I took her hand and placed it on my shaft.

She jerked. She opened her eyes and yearningly gazed at it. When she parted her teeth, my fingers darted in. Her lips closed around them as they moved in and out. Breathing deeply she started moving her hand up and down my erection. I smiled when I noticed the growing wet spot on her bikini bottoms. Removing my fingers from her mouth, I pulled her top up above one of her modest-sized breasts. Her perky stand-out nipple drew my mouth like a magnet. Baby groaned when my lips alighted on her nipple and began sucking.

Now slouching leaning fully against her car door, she’d draped her nice legs across the inconvenient console and my left leg. Fingers replaced my mouth on her tit so I could concentrate on her wet pussy.

She stiffened as my fingers slipped under her wet suit bottom and teased her swollen clit. I whispered, “I want to take you to my apartment and remove all of your clothing so I can ravish you. I want to stick my hardness inside you. I want you. I want to fuck you. Are you ready?”

“Oh yes, please. Take me, fuck me.”   

  

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Blurb

Waking after a wild celebratory night of with Ginger, a dazzling courtesan, Brad needs to pee bad. Taking his usual position in front of the water closet he reaches for his male ego but can't locate it. What the H…? He pads to the vanity, flips on the light and stares in the mirror where he is rewarded with the reflection of…Ginger, the girl he spent the night with. What the F… is going on!

EXCERPT

The sun barely peeked through the blackout drapes when I woke. I sat up. Ginger had been right. Last night had been great fun. In fact it had been arguably the best sex of my life. Ooh, the things I did to that beautiful blonde bombshell. Ooh yeah, and the things she had perpetrated on me. How could this dazzling girl with the appearance of an angel be so naughty and wicked in bed?

Ginger had cost me dearly, but I would've paid double or even triple for what had to be the greatest night of my life. What made it doubly fun was that Ginger, that gorgeous slab of woman flesh seemed to have a fabulous time too.

I draped my legs over the edge of the bed and stretched. I had to pee something fierce, so I padded into the restroom. Naked from the glorious night of frolicking, I lifted the toilet seat and reached for dickie. Hmm. I frowned. What the f… There's nothing there. I mean no dick, no pubes, nothing.

I felt around down there a little more and suddenly jumped as if a bolt of lightning struck me. No, it was more like a bolt of pleasure—pure, joyous pleasure. I touched something that felt… I reached down again and rubbed it. God that feels good, but… "Where's my dick?"

I spun around. I'd spoke, but the voice I heard was Ginger's. I stomped to the vanity, hit the light switch and glared into the mirror. I wasn't there—Ginger was. I couldn't believe my eyes. I blinked, but Ginger was still there, albeit, with a worried look on her beautiful face and I who stood right in front of the mirror was nowhere to be seen. "What the f…" I said, but she moved her mouth and again it was her voice. I raised my hand to, touch the mirror and felt it, but it was Ginger who raised her hand in the mirror. Suddenly, I realized, "EEK, I'm Her!"

I am Ginger? This was fucking crazy. I'd become Ginger. I began to shake. My heart raced and I couldn't catch my breath. Christ, what's going on? Was Ginger a witch? A body snatcher? A she-devil?

I ran into the bedroom and flipped on the light. Ginger was in bed, with the covers pulled over her head. I pulled the cover down and was eye to eye with…Brad Fairchild—me!

"What's the matter?" The fake me said in my missing masculine voice. Suddenly, her eyes rounded and grew to the size of silver dollars. She pointed at me and exclaimed, "You're, me!" Then she pulled her hand back and examined the hair on the back of it and her lack of pointed, colored nails.

"And you're me!" I shouted, "What the fuck is going on?"

He/she moved a hand around his face. "I really am…you. How did this happen?"

I held my hands out to the side. "I wish I knew."

He/she hopped out of bed and looked in the mirrored wardrobe door. "This is unbelievable. He/she started pacing. "Let's not panic. There has to be some logical explanation for this."

"I'm listening."

"Maybe it's some freak accident. You got me pretty hot and I know you were hot too."

I waited for her, I mean me, to continue.

When she didn't, I asked, "Yeah. What're you saying?"

"I wish I knew. Maybe we got so passionate we entered each other's bodies."

"That part about switching bodies is a given, but it doesn't seem possible it happened while we got it on. It happened while we were asleep, not when we were in the throes of passion." I backed off. "At least I think it happened while we were sleeping."

"This is so bizarre." His eyes expanded! He grabbed hold of his/her/my cock. Look, can you believe it? I have a cock."

"I know—my cock, and I have a pussy—your pussy. Maybe this is a temporary phenomenon."
 "That would be nice." Seeming to overcome her incredulity and accepting that we'd switched bodies, she postulated, "But not too quickly. If you think about it, in a perverse way this is kind of neat. It could be fun."

Bringing Everyone up to Speed

I’ve been writing so much, I haven’t been holding my end of the blog up. Sorry I hope to do better. Since I haven’t written anything for so long, I decided to bring everyone up to speed. Today I’m going to talk about my Interracial series. Starting in March, was a book called Blind Date, I’ve written and published, four Interracial books, specifically bwwm. For those that don’t know that means black woman and white man. In the order that they’ve been released I will show the covers, and descriptions of all with buy links.

Blind Date
Women’s fashion entrepreneur, Keli Michaels’s mundane life is about turn topsy turvy. It all starts when her business partner and best friend, Tya, arranges a blind date with her cousin, but fails to tell Keli about it until two hours before their dinner reservations. Despite Keli’s well founded annoyance, Ty convinces her to at least go out with him.

But when he arrives, Keli discovers something else her duplicitous friend failed to tell her. She is shocked to find out Ty’s favorite cousin, Phillip (Trevor) Gordon, has long blond hair, beautiful baby blues and is cuter than hell.

Having never considered dating interracially, Keli, although apprehensive, reluctantly accompanies Ty’s handsome cousin, out on the town in a limo, and enjoys the most wonderful date of her life.

With the stars aligned, inevitably drawing this unlikely pair together, passion ignites and burns hot. But will it evolve into true love or simply burn itself out and fade away?
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French Kiss
An admissions department snafu at Manhattan’s prestigious Juilliard School for the Arts, pairs a lovely African American girl in the same dorm room with a blond blue eyed Frenchman. Maybe it’s karma, but sparks of frustration turn into the heat of attraction and within the week the pair becomes a couple. But cruel fate steps in at Christmas vacation, when, after a second snafu, the lovebirds are separated the by an ocean of despair, the Atlantic Ocean.
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Groovin’ ‘n Waikiki
After winning an all expenses paid Hawaiian vacation for two from a local radio station, Jessica and her younger sister, Gloria, head to Honolulu with high expectations. Jessie meets and hits it off with a man who happens to live in the LA area, where she’s from and is suddenly looking forward to returning to LA.

Gloria, a showroom dancer in Las Vegas hotel, also meets a man, Kino, a Hawaiian hunk, who is renowned for his lothario like exploits. Just when she’s resolved to sharing his company as a summer vacation romance only, she discovers they have something compelling in common.

Is there romance after vacation with this Hawaiian godlike incarnation?

Gloria doesn’t think so, but don’t count Kino out.
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Dumped!
Lila Patterson receives the shock of her life when, after being stood up for lunch by her husband, she returns home and finds her things being moved into a moving van.

Seeing her husband standing on the lawn directing the movers, she storms up to her husband, only to receive an even bigger shock and deep hurt when their lawyer, her long time friend from college, hands her a divorce petition.
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Coming December/January

Duped!
Hollywood beauty shop owner Jamilla Turner meets and gets swept off her feet by Demi-god, Maximilian Randle III. After a whirlwind courtship and engagement, she finds herself married.
Four months later she finds out what a mess she’s in when she receives a phone call from Jeanette Randle. The other Mrs. Maximilian E. Randle III.

There you have it. Now you’re up to date on my bwwm series. Next I’ll tell you about some of my other new books, They are Menage a trois stories.

Six New Books from wild imagination of DEE DAWNING

Whether your taste is Sweet Romance, Erotic Romance or just plain Erotic, there's something here to please. Here are five very sexy, very naughty, hot new releases, April Showers, Angel Love, Last Thing I Do! , The Big Bamboo, Fortune Cookie Magic - One plus my brand new semi-sweet romance Sister Laurel & the Atheist. Check them out.

April Showers

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Young and beautiful Mrs. Helen Ryan is shopping for groceries, when a sordid episode from her past slams into her. As college juniors seven years previous, she and three friends took their spring break in Las Vegas, working two weeks as high paid call girls. Her working name had been April Showers. Now, some unknown person is calling her April and Helen's plush life will never be the same. (Hurry for 25% discount)

Angel Love

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Picking up where April Showers leaves off, Randy weaves his spell of dominance and protection over beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed Angel Love as he had over equally beautiful April. Reintroducing her to the alluring, exciting, glamorous life of a high priced call girl, she had all but given up, she is anxious to please Randy and herself. Therefore, she resumes the life she, April and two other friends left behind seven years earlier, when as college juniors, the four had spent a debauched two week spring vacation as in Las Vegas . (Hurry for 25% discount)

Last Thing I Do!

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Sally and her brother Hermie are strange people. Every weekend they venture forth from Piggott Arkansas to small towns in one of the three adjacent states. When they arrive, they rent a motel room from which they fan out to the local saloons. The purpose? So Sally a gorgeous blonde haired blue eyed Barbie Doll type can pick up men to fuck for money—and that ain’t the strange part.

The Big Bamboo, Separate Vacations Book1

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Have Boyd and Walter been searching for dears instead of deer on their so-called hunting expeditions. With visits to places like Las Vegas, running up huge bills for 'special services' while they were supposedly hunting and fishing, Robin and Carly sure think so. Divorce? Maybe, no Probably, but first Robin and Carly take a Caribbean hunting trip of their own.

Fortune Cookie Magic - Vignette One
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Blurb

If you were told that eating a fortune cookie could bring you lust, sex, love, and the man of your dreams, would you go for it? Find out what four professional women decide in this hilarious erotic romance. (25% special for a short time)

Sister Laurel & the Atheist

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Blurb

Wildly attracted to each other, can a beautiful, shy sister and a devilishly handsome atheist fall in love and find happiness despite their differences?

It was love at first sight. That’s what the lovely, shy Sister in Waiting Laurel, and the devilishly, handsome Julian Peters both agree. But is their overpowering love and attraction enough to allow this unlikely couple to overcome the obvious societal obstacles plus the differences between their own core beliefs to make a life together?

Sister Laurel & the Atheist is a cute, humorous and oh, so, romantic story.

Are Ménage Romances Books Here to Stay?

I posted this article on another blog last month and it was very popular so here it is again?

Are Ménage Romances Books Here to Stay?

The latest hot genre in erotic romance is Menage a Trois. It is so hot, one e publisher has even created an entire line of ménage books called Menage Amour and releases two to three new ebooks a week. This line now numbers in excess of a hundred books.

Last November I wrote a blog entitled ‘Menage. Is this your fantasy?’ that generated a lot of interest. This is sort of an update on that blog. At the time I’d written the blog I’d dabbled in what I call a man’s ménage—two women and a man. Now ten months later, I’ve penned several women’s ménages and have more in progress.

Here is a short sample ménage excerpt from my upcoming Playtime with Sera. Though it doesn’t show the steamy parts, you get the idea.

I knew before we did a thing that I would love it. I tried not to show how pleased I was when I took their hands and walked hand and hand with them into the bedroom. We sat on the edge of our California king, Marc on my left and Jack on my right.

Starting with my blouse, Marc unbuttoned and took it off.

Next. Jack’s clever fingers unhooked my bra. “Here let me help you take this hot, cumbersome bra off.” Jack removed my bra and my breasts were bare. For a brief few seconds the air-conditioning hardened my nipples, before two warm mouths enveloped them and I melted. As I’d always suspected, lips on both nipples felt divine. Their sucking sent tickly currents of need racing through me, terminating in my core.

Marc’s hands pushed my lacy panties down to my knees. “Let’s get these panties off before they get all wet.” He dragged the panties down and over my sweat socks. He removed my socks and I was naked. A thrill ran through me as I realized. It’s going to happen. I’m going to have sex—with both of them!

Writing a woman’s ménage as a romance is a little bit of a challenge in that you don’t want the heroine to come off as a tramp. In the erotic stories, the woman can be normal, a slut or worse, but in the romances the woman should be as normal as possible.

I’ll tell you a secret. Since I started writing women’s ménages I don’t think about the other kind much. It seems more natural for a woman to receive the affections of multiple partners then men, and of course women are better equipped. Also let’s not forget if a woman has an orgasm, she can keep going, while men are usually out of action for awhile. LOL.

So, why is this relatively new sub genre so popular? I believe women readers love to fantasize about having two or more lovers. They live vicariously through their daring heroines, enjoying all the fruits that could possibly be enjoyed by multiple coupling. Lips, tongues, hands fingers and let’s not forget cocks.

I think women also like the idea of throwing convention out the window. From chastity belts to burkas the little box of sexuality women have confined to has been the work of men. Now that sexual freedom is upon us, some women are testing the limits.

As for the women that experience a ménage, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was an element of exhibitionist involved. You certainly wouldn’t invite two or more men in your bed and then turn the lights out.

I once talked with a woman who fantasized about being gang banged. I asked her how many and she didn’t know, just more then two. When I pressed it by asking ten, she thought and said, maybe.

How about you? How big is your kink—real and imaginary?

And what about woman’s ménages? Do you think they’re immoral or overdue. Do you dream of them? Would you invite multiple men into your bed?

And what about the books? Are you a fan of mfm romance novels? If so, do you think you could get tired of them? Will the demand for them continue to grow, go flat or dry up with time?

Think about it and comment if you like.

Look for my hot new book from eXcessica, The Big Bamboo, on November 16th. I call it a smogasboard of sex. There’s something for everyone including my first woman’s menage. Sorry no bdsm, but believe it or not, an episode of vf. Other menage titles of mine include Getting Naked at the Hilton, By the Book and Bananaz.

Sharing the News

I received some great news last Thursday. My book, Fortune Cookies made the final cut and is now officially a finalist for an EPPIE award. If you haven’t heard of Eppies, it’s sort of like Emmys but for eBooks. It is considered one of the highest awards an eBook can receive. I won’t know until January if I win but even being a finalist makes me a winner, since it is badge of honor that can be carried through life.

For those of you not yet familiar with Fortune Cookies, here is a blurb an a review that makes me smile:)

FC Blurb

Meeting for lunch at a Chinese restaurant, Jill’s friends are shocked by the improbable, amazing tale of good fortune she spins. Lust, sex, love, pregnancy, and a planned marriage to a strapping young hunk, all from eating a red fortune cookie? A FORTUNE COOKIE? Give me a break!

The owner of the Chinese restaurant sets one of the miracle red fortune cookies in front of each of Jill’s friends. Gail, the hi-powered attorney, Rita, the gorgeous model, and Saundra, the uppity socialite, look at each other, then at Chad, Jill’s dreamboat fiancée. What should they do? What would you do?

Fortune Cookies is a deliciously naughty, whimsical, tongue in cheek, romantic story that leads four friends on a paranormal journey into the supernatural in search of love, fulfillment and happiness. It is a novel for couples, about couples. Erotic and funny, Fortune Cookies will send you searching Chinese restaurants for the elusive red fortune cookie!

FORTUNE COOKIES; IT”S A HOOT


Fortune Cookies A Contemporary Erotic/romance Novel

Fortune Cookies

Dee Dawning/Fortune Cookies/eXtasy Books/411 pages/ebook

Jill meets her friends, Gail, and Rita and Saundra and others at Eddie Chang’s place, because she wants them to sample the fortune cookies that brought her a wonderful lover and the baby she had longed for. The magic in these cookies only works if you are not truly fulfilled in your life and it turns out that most of the girls need a touch of magic in one way or another – but can it work for all of them?

This is an extremely well crafted book. It is erotic and suitable only for over eighteens, but it has a really good story, which some erotic books do not have. This book has a charm and magic all its own. If you enjoy reading very sexy books then I recommend this one to you. This is certainly five red roses and I rather think it ought to have a whole bouquet, because of all the work and creativity that went into it. and that is a first for an erotic book, but it is also very much a romance. Anne
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Now here’s more news. If Fortune Cookies appeals to you, until the end of December, you can buy it, or any other eXtasy Book backlist title for 30% off the regular price. That means you can get Fortune Cookies, a four hundred page award finalist for less than 5 bucks!

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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.

Thanks, I enjoyed it. I’d like to invite readers to visit my web site at http://www.kassieburns.com or check out my page on My Space, www.myspace.com/kassiewrites. I’m always looking for friends.