Spotlight: April Showers by Dee Dawning

Synopsis:
Mrs. Helen Ryan the young beautiful wife of Dr. Herbert Ryan is shopping in her favorite grocery store, when a sordid episode from her past slams into her. You see, as college juniors seven years previous, she and three friends took their spring break in Las Vegas, working the two weeks as high priced call girls. Her working name had been April Showers and now, someone behind her, someone she dared not look at, is calling her April.


In a panic, she rushes into and hides in the ladies room. When she thinks the coast is clear, she rushes through the checkout stand looking wide eyed at everyone, wondering if the person who called her April is still around. Is he watching her?

Breathing a sigh of relief, Helen heads to her posh Paradise Valley home in her BMW and alleged safety, only to find out nothing is safe for April Showers, any more. As the man who accosted her in the store aggressively confronts her, she realizes, for better or worse, her life will never be the same.

Excerpt:
My ringing cell phone drew me away from my succulent reverie. I retrieved the phone from my Prada leather handbag and flipped open the cover. "Hello."

"Railroad Park on Scottsdale Road."

My breath escaped me. It was him. ""What makes you think I'll come?""

"Because you're a whore. Wear your red polka dot sundress and nothing else. I'm going to fuck you."

"Hello." He hung up. In the back of my mind, I realized he'd gone through my closet, but I was too turned on to think about. The second he said he was going to fuck me, my pussy constricted, and juices started seeping from its walls. He didn't give a time. He's waiting. I rushed into my bedroom and shed everything in a frenzy. Naked, I pulled the requested red dress off the rod with care and slipped it on as if it was something to be revered. I wore only the dress as instructed and a pair of white Manolo sandals.

It took me ten minutes to get there. After parking, I strode into the park. Since it happened to be a weekday morning there weren't many visitors. Scanning the area, I spotted three mothers in the playground with toddlers, an elderly couple strolling, a young man on a bench with a computer and a man and woman jogger. My body felt electrified at the anticipation Randy's huge prick inside me, but I didn't see him. Then my phone rang. I fumbled the phone getting it out but caught it. "Hello?"

"I'm on the other side of the locomotive."

He hung up before I could say a word. I raced to the other side of the engine and he stood there all in black his back to me. I rushed to him and as I rounded him, I kissed him. The languorous, but passionate kiss was to die for. His silky tongue slipped through the crease between his lips and plundered my mouth. His hands were over me, kneading my breasts, squeezing my *ss and feeling my sensitive areas through the dress. Then as his hand slipped under the dress, I was barely able to catch my breath. I tensed as Randy's clever fingers split my nether-lips apart, probing the edges of my needy vagina. The hot Arizona weather was miniscule compared to the heat this man engendered in me. Flashes of heat and erotic lust raced to my erogenous zones and I sensed a trickle of cream meandering down my leg.

As I noticed his burgeoning cock through the thin dress, digging into my belly, he pulled away. He took my hand from around his neck and guided it down to the neck of his c*ck. I looked down. His c*ck, sticking out of his pants was rigid and pulsating. He gently pushed down on my shoulders. "I want you to s*ck me off."

I protested, "We're in the open. There's a path right there." I nodded to my left. "Someone might see us."

"Two lovers getting carried away. No one will think much of it. Besides, I have a feeling you would enjoy being watched as much as I do."

He is right. Why does he seem to know me better than I do? I lowered to my knees. Thank God, it was grass instead of gravel. Maybe it was why he chose this location. I noticed, out of the side of my eye, a jogger come into view just as Randy's silky cock entered my mouth. As I stroked him with hand and mouth. The jogger--a woman--jogged in place approximately fifty feet away. ""That's it, baby,"" he purred and I shuddered from head to toe.

Just as I saw the elderly couple stroll up beside the jogger and gape, Randy pulled out of my mouth and raised me up. He lifted me up and turned me toward the locomotive. "Bend over," he ordered. I placed my fingers and thumbs around a bar on the antique train as he spread my legs and lifted my dress up. Since they were now behind me, I couldn't see the spectators anymore. A delightful pain engulfed me as Randy rammed his super sized instrument into me, making that sweet ache go away as every inch of his c*ck pummeled me.

Author Interview:
ON APRIL SHOWERS
Can you describe April Showers in one sentence?
Girls Gone Wild

What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?
The public sex part in Railroad Park. Also the Dubious consent in the mc's home.

What was the hardest chapter (or part) to write and why?
The hardest part is always my sex scenes. I don't just skim through them. I delve deep into them. Sometimes I write as little as a hundred words an hour.

What makes it so different from all the books out there?
That I wrote it. If you don't believe me, read it.

For those who might consider reading your book, what would you tell them to expect?
It's very raw and mesmerizing. Don't expect nice people or a hea.

WRITING IN GENERAL
Have you ever written anything else?
Ah-huh. Last count I'd published about sixty titles in all pseudonyms. I'm working on book four of the Consequence series right now. It's called $ex in $in City

How long did it take you to complete your first book?
Nine months and it was a loser.

Do you work with an outline, or just write?
Yes...the later. I get an idea and let my muse take me on a journey. I also have about thirty books where my muse got lost.Those stories are in my must finish file. I imagine some of them have mold on them by now.

What does your writing area look like? 
Good question. Through the years it's changed. Right now since I currently write on a laptop one of my writing areas looks curiously like a queen sized bed, a night stand and a nesting table. The other one looks like an occasional chair and ottoman with a TV tray stand for coffee and things.

One of your favorite quotes – 
To a man with a hammer, everything is a nail. MARK TWAIN (A brilliant mind)

How did you bring life to your characters?
Instinct. Some things you just do without knowing why or how.

What is the hardest and easiest part about being an erotica writer?
When someone asks what kind of books you write and when you answer them they look at you like you're a pervert.

Do you ever experience writer’s block?
All the time and some of my worse books were when I forced myself to write through the block. Rule number one: Never write if the inspiration isn't there. Edit, promote, make a cover or make yourself a ham sandwich, but DON'T write.
Hmm. A ham sandwich sounds like a good idea.

About the Author:
Dee was born in Chicago, and grew-up in Las Vegas. Dee loves the Southwest and for the last twenty-five years has lived in sunny Arizona, and so far he hasn't melted. He's a young sixty-thirteen, stands about six foot, has sandy brown hair, blue eyes and a ruddy complexion. He presently resides in Carefree AZ with his beautiful wife of thirty-three years and a white Lab named Summer. (Children are grown.)

Dee Dawning started writing in 2004. To date he's published over fifty titles of various lengths and genres from erotica to sweet romance and from drama to action suspense. Some say his writing is a little quirky and that's just fine with Dee. If you're looking for something a little different check out his scribblings. I doubt you'd be disappointed.

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Spotlight: Freedom - The Sensual Liaisons Series Book One by Luna Ballantyne

Synopsis:
Freedom introduces a new and exciting fantasy man in the shape of Giraldo De Lograno, otherwise known as the Bastard of Bilbao. Of Spanish descent, and from a time when the plague was raging in Newcastle, England, he has spent the last 400 years living his life as a gigolo. A time-travelling highwayman, who has been cursed to bring his own special brand of pleasure and pain to the women who cross his path. Women just like Zara.


Out on the town and looking for a random stranger to spend the night with, Zara knows just how to celebrate her recent divorce. A petite blonde, she is no shrinking violet and has a naughty little kit to prove it and fully intends to have a night that she will never forget… it is just a case of choosing the lucky guy. Then she meets ‘Max.’

‘Max,’ the most exciting and dangerous man she has ever set eyes on. Sinfully good-looking and with a seductive charm that leaves her breathless. The fact that she would choose him for her Freedom night was never in question.

What is in question is the role she will play in a twisted mind-game between her chosen lover and a young woman executed for witchcraft in 17th Century England. Elizabetha, a beautiful and cunning temptress and she has more to do with Zara’s fate than she would ever have dreamed possible.

Who is the Highwayman and what does he need from her? Will Zara seal her fate or gain her coveted Freedom?

One thing’s for certain; her life will never be the same again.

Freedom is the first in a series of erotic romances chronicling the journey of the Highwayman as he makes his way back to the young woman who holds the key to his heart.

Due to sexual content of an explicit nature, this book is recommended for ages 18+.

Excerpt:
The kit, being a spacious, but discreet, black toiletry bag containing a realistic looking seven inch dildo, cat 'o' nine tails, leather cuffs, nipple clamps, clit clip, quilted blindfold, red crotch-less knickers, lube, and an assortment of condoms. Even though Zara had helped prepare these kits on numerous occasions in the past for friends who weredivorcing, she couldn't help blushing at the thought of what she was expected to do with the items that her friends had so lovingly provided!'

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Spotlight: Summer's Edge by Noël Cades

Synopsis:
"He’s fighting it but he needs this as much as I do."

When Stewart Walker finds out the girl he kissed is a student at his school he’s furious and determined to keep away. But 18-year-old Alice has fallen hard and won’t give up.

She wants him to teach her body and her mind, even though a relationship is strictly against the rules. He’s struggling to resist the attraction despite knowing he could lose his job.

Throughout the illegal raves and festivals of Britain’s summer of ’92, Alice and Stewart dance closer and closer to the edge.

Excerpt:
It was a beautiful late April day, flawlessly sunny. Warm in the sun though cool in the shade. Their tennis skirts were also extremely short and much more alluring, so Alice thought, than normal school uniform. You were supposed to wear huge regulation gym knickers underneath. But as these were only sold in the school shade of bottle green which looked awful through white tennis wear, no one ever did unless they were playing a match.

They walked together over to the school cricket pitch and sat on the grassy slope near the pavilion.

"He’s going to freak you know," Jules said.

"Maybe he won’t recognise her in different clothes."

"He’ll recognise the three of us."

They watched the play for some time. Mr Walker was focused on his job and not on any spectators around the place. Alice was impressed by how athletic he looked as he walked about the pitch. He really was stunning with his tan and his tall, muscular figure. All the First Eleven boys looked wimpy next to him.

It was when he passed near to where they were sitting that he finally saw Alice, stopped and froze. Her stomach lurched. Then he turned away and went back to the practice.

"See, he’s decided to ignore you," Jules said. "All for the best."

Alice said nothing. She hadn’t really thought about how he might react, but she still felt crushed. She picked at the grass next to her, pulling off a small flower, avoiding looking at the play.

Then a shadow fell over them. She looked up.

It was Mr Walker.

"I want a word with you. In the pavilion, now," he ordered her. His eyes pierced into hers and he looked furious.

Numb, she obeyed, walking ahead of him.

Inside it was empty and he closed the door behind them and turned to her.

"What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?"

He was absolutely incensed. He stood there, suddenly the adult, the authority, not just some guy she had kissed in a pub.

Someone she had compromised. Alice couldn’t think of anything to say.

She stood there in front of him. His scent of faint cologne and sun-warmed skin was disturbingly familiar to her, mingling with the dusty wood and sports equipment smell of the pavilion.

"Did you know who I was?" he asked.

"Yes." There didn’t seem to be any point in lying.

He glared at her and she looked back at him. His eyes pierced into her, their light grey-blue contrasting with his tanned complexion. He was one of the most devastatingly attractive men she had ever seen. All the more so now as his anger turned his face into carved steel.
As terrified and awkward as Alice felt, she also felt slightly defiant. After all she hadn’t done anything wrong or illegal.

Then suddenly he grasped her by the shoulders and brought his mouth down on hers, hard. Surprised, she initially squirmed to escape his grasp then yielded as her forced his tongue into her mouth. His lips were bruising hers, he was almost biting her yet she wanted more.

Her hands, which had pushed against his chest to try and get away, went round his neck and she arched against him.
He was trying to hurt her, devour her. Punish her. All at once. But he wanted her too. She could taste his need, raw and urgent. Feel the hotness of his breath as he nearly suffocated her with his kiss.

His mouth left hers and moved to her neck, half embracing, half biting it. She tasted blood on her lip where he had crushed it with his own. He was gripping her hard and she clung to him. She didn’t even care that he was hurting her.

He could have ripped all her clothes off right there and forced himself upon her. She had never wanted anyone so much.

Then just as suddenly he thrust her away from him. He swore under his breath as he tried to recover himself.

"Is that what you wanted?"

"No… yes… I mean…" Alice had no idea what to say. She was shaken and half in misery, half in ecstasy.

His face was like granite, its angles unyielding.

"Get out and don’t come back here again. Stay out of my way," he said.

Author Interview:

Can you describe your book in one sentence? 

A hot student-teacher romance with a very sexy, happy ending.

What makes your book so different from all the books out there? 

It’s set in the UK, whereas the majority of student-teacher romances tend to be set in US high schools. And it has two epilogues! 

What was your favourite chapter (or part) to write and why? What was the hardest chapter (or part) to write and why? 

I loved writing the scene where he offers her his shirt to conceal her modesty when her t-shirt becomes see-through with water. He’s still trying to resist her at this point but the sexual tension is off the scale.

For those who might consider reading your book, what would you tell them to expect? 

An illicit romance with lots of sexual tension, two people who really grow through their relationship with one another, and plenty of hot, erotic action.

How did you bring life to your characters?

I drew on many memories of my own schooldays, and a particularly attractive coach we had back then whom many of my friends had a crush on. (He ended up marrying another sports teacher, not a student!) 

Do you work with an outline, or just write?

I have an outline in terms of the two main character and what ultimately happens to them. I usually start out with some scenes already planned: major events, that kind of thing. Then as I write, I get dialogue and other scenes appearing in my head as I get to know the characters better.

Your thoughts on receiving book reviews - the good and the bad.

It’s always interesting to get feedback. When you see a reader appreciated something that you tried really hard to get right, like a particularly emotional scene, or a moment of sexual tension, it’s really amazing and it makes you want to write more for them. Many aspects of Summer’s Edge were inspired by feedback on my first novel (Forbidden Lessons). For example the two epilogues: every reader wanted a guaranteed happy ending which meant a peek into the future.

Goals for future projects?

I’d like to try writing a serialised novel on Wattpad. I think it would be interesting and useful to write it in instalments, using reader feedback to influence what I write.

Will you have a new book coming out soon? Can you tell us about it

In the New Year I’m hoping to start serialising ""Misbehaving"". It stars Marcy, a US high school senior, who discovers the hot guy she’s just met is her new teacher. She’s also struggling with her best friend moving away, her ex-boyfriend flaunting his new date in front of her, and a group of popular ""mean girls"" being horrible to her. So it’s going to be a huge year for her, but ultimately - I hope! - one with a very happy ending.

Tell us your most rewarding experience since being published?

When a reader tells you they loved your work. It’s what makes you want to write more!

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Spotlight: Better than Fiction by Jordan Bray

Synopsis:
Jay Saunders is a pop author invited to give a lecture to a crowd of undergrads. A chance meeting may just be the erotic kick start Jay needs for his next literary foray...

Author Interview [source]:
Where did you grow up, and how did this influence your writing?

I grew up in a series of small towns. My parents kept moving us around in a "grass-is-always-greener" approach to wealth management.

Since small towns in rural areas are, by definition, pretty much isolated from the interesting things to do in bigger cities, a lot of the fantasies of that life are the genesis of my stories. Yes, I've been to "the big city", I've lived there for short periods, but I've never been terribly comfortable, personally, in those sophisticated scenes, so using my personal fantasy of those scenes has led to many, many scenes and stories on paper.

When did you first start writing?
I first started writing for fun and pleasure when I was in college. I started writing erotica because it was an interesting diversion, and at the time I had no idea how many authors were out there. I thought it was a limited niche of writers, and writing for myself and a very small audience (of one) was a way of expressing my passions.

What's the story behind your latest book?
lol There's no back story to the latest "Jordan Bray" story. I wanted to finally publish something, and I just sat down and started typing. I thought it would be interesting to see what kind of personal life a successful writer might be able to have.

What motivated you to become an indie author?
Fortune and fame :P

In all seriousness, I've wanted to write for a long time, but it wasn't until very recently that I found both my muse and the encouragement to pursue this particular effort. The Princess has been, for me, the source of passion, the inspiration for the erotic, and the foundation for the effort. Without her I wouldn't have had the courage to publish anything I write.

What is the greatest joy of writing for you?
The greatest joy of writing for me is the creation and the receipt. That sounds weird.

I'm not a naturally "artistic" person -- drawing, sculpture, painting, even scrapbooking or making homemade greeting cards are, and have always been, far outside my artistic abilities. My artistic abilities peaked when I was 3, and you can tell because my drawings still look like a toddler makes them. :P

I can't sing, I'm too lazy to learn to read music, and I'm shy anyway, so the performing arts are out.

That said, I basically use writing as my sole creative outlet. I love putting pen to paper (figuratively speaking) and letting that passion out, expressing it in just the right way, so my audience can feel that passion exactly as I want them to feel it. It's a connection, one-on-one, between myself and the reader, and that's where I get my greatest joy as an author.

What do your fans mean to you?
My readers are incredibly important to me. My number one fan, of course, is the Princess. She's the one who decides if my stories are ready to be published. If they don't pass muster with her, then no one else gets a chance to read them, which is a good thing, because she's read some pretty terrible stuff from me.

My readers are so important, though, because without them I'm just writing for myself, which is fine, but it's always very fulfilling to know that the reader feels, is part of, the story.

What are you working on next?
Oh, this and that.

I'm always working on lots of things, although a lot of the "work" is just turning over ideas in my head. Maybe someday I'll finish a novel or something, but for now, I'm just going to stick to short works.

When you're not writing, how do you spend your time?
When I'm not writing, I spend my time doing normal-people stuff.

I have a regular job, and I'm a volunteer firefighter. I love firefighting, and you'll see that as a theme in a lot of my stories, I think. I like to play basketball whenever I can, and I lift weights occasionally. I also like to cook (and eat!!!). But when I'm not writing I prefer to spend as much time as possible with the Princess, although that' can be incredibly difficult.

Do you remember the first story you ever wrote?
The first story I ever wrote was an erotic short set in a dance club. I never finished it, I don't think, but if I ever find it maybe I will.

What is your writing process?
I don't really have a "process". Some writers have to have complete silence, their desks arranged just so, the coffee mug steaming for seventeen-point-two-five minutes while they yoga and zen into the story. Others like to head-bang to Gwar and drink and smoke and shroom and pound on the keyboard until by some random chance a story swirls into existence.

My "process" is somewhere between the two. I tend to stew on ideas for a while, and when the urge strikes me I just sit down and bang it out. Sometimes I write with pen and paper (i know, right? How old-school!!!), but usually I type it out on the computer. Sometimes I like to have some music playing, anything from classical to the afore-mentioned Gwar, depending on my mood, but sometimes i prefer silence. It seems completely random from the outside, but it just depends on the story, and my mood, and where I plan to take my characters and the reader.

How do you approach cover design?
Remember when I said I'm not artistic? Yeah, that's pretty much how I approach cover-design. lol

Actually, at this point I prefer simple covers for my stories. Nothing complicated, but reflective of the content. I'm not going to put some complicated cowboys-and-aliens scene on the cover just to splash T&A all over the place. I don't mind some skin, but I prefer a subtle approach.

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My Cuckholded Husband by Caelia Portier

Synopsis:
Dr. Navarro shows Michael how to properly pleasure his wife!

Michael and Delilah have been trying, for months, to have a baby. But things just aren’t happening as quickly as Michael would like. So, Michael schedules an appointment for Delilah to see San Francisco’s baby-making expert, the young and sexy Dr. Navarro.

Michael is ecstatic to schedule Delilah’s first appointment. However, Michael is in for quite a surprise when Dr. Navarro takes control, and shows him how its done.

My Cuckholded Husband: Cuckholded by the Doctor is a 5700-word scorcher of erotic fiction. WARNING: Not for the weak of heart, and for adults 18+ only. This work of fiction is the product of the author’s wild and fun imagination. Any similarities to real life characters, places, and events are completely unintended and purely coincidental. Please further note that all characters depicted are of legal adult age and are not related by blood. It includes descriptions of sex, including sex with an alpha male doctor and a humiliated husband. If you are offended by the nature of such stories, please do not purchase this book. Otherwise, enjoy.

My Review:
Despite being short and sweet (or should I say naughty!) this story gracefully stands on its own with no cliffhanger. A repressed housewife has the chance to stand up to her husband and fulfill the sex-with-doctor fantasy all at once. For every woman who has felt like her man could try a little harder to give her pleasure.

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