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Wednesday, August 31, 2011


Please Remember Me

My newest novel, Please Remember Me came out from Total-E-Bound not too long ago. I’m stoked. I knew when I wrote Right Where I Need to Be, there were characters that needed their stories told as well. I didn’t want to leave them out. I also didn’t want to disappoint my fans. I’ve had requests for certain character’s stories. So, Jade got hers first. Much as I’ve been asked, Maggie’s story is coming, but it’s a hard road and she’s not ready for it to be told. Not yet anyway.

Jade practically jumped up and down for my attention. Hey, gotta go where the cheers are. She and Marlon sort of hit it off in Right, so I knew there was chemistry there. But what to do with it? I mean, yeah, I could just throw them into a situation together, but I didn’t like it and they weren’t real thrilled about it either. The consensus was they wanted something more organic.

I crooked my brow at Jade. She’s the quintessential party girl, material girl, spend it faster than you make it girl. For her to say something should be organic, well, it threw me for a loop. And then there was Marlon. He’s not just a simple sheriff’s deputy. Nope. When I set out to write the story, I had no idea of the pain and heartache the guy had been through. And he’s not a guy to talk feelings, so it was like using a crowbar on solid steel. Nothing moving.

You’re probably wondering (as I was at the time) how the heck, besides just being physically hot for each other, were these two going to end up at least in the same room together.


Yeah, animals. Not the can’t keep my hands off you animals, although there is plenty of that in the book (and some fun misuse of powdered sugar...hee hee). I mean critters. Cats and dogs. At the time I penned the original outline for Please, a very dear friend of mine passed away. I didn’t realize she was as bad off as she’d been because she hid it well. Her most prized possession was her cat, Casey. This chubby tiger cat was the epitome of pampered. She talked to him, took him places, got her picture taken with him. And he knew he was loved. When she passed, he didn’t have a home. Eventually her brother took him in and they kinda became friends, but it got me thinking (and more Jade than me), what happens to the other pets when their people pass? There’s the shelter, the APL, the pound...or maybe a friend can take them. These are the critters that help these folks get through their day. Their best friend. I cried for my friend. Jaden cried for the animals. So, between the two of us, we decided her story needed an animal angle. She wanted to be the one to take them in.

How does Marlon factor into this? Well, you’ll have to read the book and find out the whole story, but he’s a sucker for Judi and a sucker for Jaden. He can’t stand to see animals hurt or lonely either.

So in honor of my friend and because that’s what Jade and Marlon wanted, Please Remember Me is about a romance that springs up when there’s a dog or two and a cat or two to help get them all together.

I hope I didn’t make you cry as you read the post. I know I’m still a little sad when I think about Judi and Casey. Do you have pets? Know anyone who had to deal with the loss of a pet? How’d you deal with it? I’d love to know. Leave me a comment so we can chatter about it.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR I always dreamed of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I tend to write books with titles taken from songs because music is one of my many muses.
I earned a BA in education at Kent State university and as well as a Masters in Education from Nova Southeastern University. I've tried my hand at teaching, waitressing, and retail sales, but writing holds my heart.
I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I have eleven books under contract and more than my brain can handle percolating. I can't wait to share them with you!

Monday, August 29, 2011


Good Verses Evil In Romance

I have to admit,I like a hero and heroine who the universe continually tries to pull apart. Give me romantic angst! Give me that unbreakable desire even though they know that the world will try to break them up before they even get started. I have done this several times in my writing, separating by social class in historicals, even creating a world where wizards and sorcerers didn’t get along due to the differences in their magic in a contemporary.

I have gotten the complaints from readers saying that they just wanted to scream for my couple to get together. I apologize for any frustration I may have caused, but again, that was kind of what I was going for in a way. For some stories, I want the reader to actually get to a point where they wonder how a happy ever after is even possible. This takes a lot of plotting to do, but then, I enjoy that part of writing.

For me, these scenarios can enhance the romance, make the moments they are together hotter, more extreme. So, I had to try to write an angel and demon story. I am drawn to those types of books, knowing that they are the extremes of opposites attract, of good verses evil. They are doomed before they ever even meet. Well, I love a challenge! In fact, when I was writing my novella, A Questionable Hero, I kept joking that I had spent the day trying to get a demon into Heaven. No small feat there ;)

So, what about you? Do you agree? So do you like stories where everything around the main couple seems to tear them apart? What part of the story do you prefer your suspense be connected to - whether the hero and heroine can be together, or would you rather they be together, but be running for their lives or some other dilemma?

Ever since she was young, Kiki Howell has loved to listen to a well-woven tale with real characters, inspired plots, and delightful resolutions. Kiki could spend hours lost in a book, and soon she knew that creating lives, loves, and losses with just words had to be the greatest thing that she could do. To that end, she pursued her study of literature and writing, earning a bachelor’s degree in English. She then followed in a Master’s program in Creative Writing.

“After a long break having my boys, I finally just had to write again. And, as soon as I gave the stories the space, they entered it. It’s both awesome and humbling to find the words in my mind become characters on a page and create their lives.”

She has now had over twenty stories published between five different small presses. She could not be more thrilled or grateful to see her creations polished and out in the real world. Although, a bit of caution, most of her stories tend to hang out on the graphically sexy side of town.

Friday, August 26, 2011


Hi Everyone!

After trying to figure out for quite some time on what things matter the most in any romance novel I am reading, I figured out it was the Hero. We all know him, we all dream about him, and we all sure as hell love to read about him. What is it that we love so much about this Alpha Male that sparks our attention? Is it because we are “holding out for a hero” in our lives or is it something as simple as just being turned on by the attitude they encompass? Most of us writers love to grab a reader’s attention and pull them in tight with our MC’s attitude and actions. We tend to build our characters to allow a wide range of women to want them. I don’t know how many times I have been reading a novel and have said to myself Please, oh please, let this man knock on my door right now. I swear I will be a good girl for the rest of my life if you deliver me this man wrapped in a bow on my doorstep. But for some reason this never works.

This takes me to my other point. How many authors do you stick with because of their style for writing with these delectably delicious men and how they place them into their stories? I know I stick with a few authors; in fact, I obsess over them. I am enthralled by JR. Ward's Black Dagger Brotherhood vampire novels and Gena Showalter’s Lords of The Underworld series. I keep coming back for more to get a taste at each new Alpha Male that’s printed across those pages.

It is said that the general definition for an Alpha Male is a good-looking, well-off, confident man who uses his cocky behavior or his witty jokes to make a woman smile. This male is also muscular by nature and takes care of his body very well, paying close attention to the ropes of muscle on the lean cuts of beef that we dream of licking... okay okay I’m sidestepping and dreaming myself here. Anyway, he also knows what he wants in a woman, and can be very calm and collected in any situation. And, last but not least, this male is not afraid to show whom he really is no matter who is watching. This is the hero us woman want to read about, and this is the man us writers do write about. We look forward to this man every time we open a new book or close one we just finished.

In my newest release Midnight Assassin, I focus much of my energy on this exact male. Of course, there is also that best friend that we fall in love with as well. So with all this being said, I would love to hear who the Alpha Male is in any novel you have read that has gripped you beyond belief.

Raised in Las Vegas, Nevada, I have always had a passion for reading and writing. Since I was 10 years old, I dreamed of writing horror novels. That dream quickly ended with the realization that boys and girls were supposed to not only get along with one another, but they were also supposed to fall in love and live happily ever after. I have taken just about every course college had to offer, majoring in criminal justice, with minor in elementary education & working as a substitute teacher.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011


Hello and welcome to Hey, We're Dating, the game in which I try to figure out who ended up with who by asking the couples a series of questions. Today we have six young college students with us who are ready to share all the details of their recent dates. Please welcome our ladies: Debbie – Miss tattooed pixie, Janelle – Miss pleasantly plump cutie, and Erica, Miss overachieving brain. And our gentlemen: Daniel – Mr. too cool for school, Todd – Mr. rebel, and Ron – Mr. jock.

Let's begin with you, Debbie. You're from Ava Delany's newest series, the Beginnings series, is that correct?

Debbie: *rolling her eyes* Seriously? We all are, you know that. Isn't this supposed to be about our dates? Because if it's not, Janelle and I are out of here.

Oh, so you know our contestant Janelle then?

Janelle: We've been best friends for a long time, even though I've never gone with her to get a tattoo. Though since I started guy, I think I might just be up to getting a piercing.

And what is it about your guy that gave you this new confidence?

Janelle: Well, for a long time I thought he was out of my league, but he quickly made it clear that I was more than his type. Even though we'd known each other for a long time in our old high school circles. It's just that he'd always been afraid of frightening me off because I was so shy.

Erica, let's hear what you have to say about your guy. What makes him so special?

Erica: He's a suave guy, but when it comes right down to it, he's chivalrous. He'd never admit it, but he'd save a cat from a tree, and he'd look sexy doing it.
So he was a knight in shining armor?

Erica: *pushing her glasses up with a small smile* For me he was.

Debbie, I'd like to get back to you. What was it that drew you to your man at first?

Debbie: Nothing. He looked like a complete goof when I first met him. It wasn't until later that he showed me how hot he could be. And how surprising. *smirking* What a night that was.

What did that surprise have to do with?

Debbie: A very intriguing game of cards, and some less than button-down revelations.

All right, Daniel, what first drew you to your girl?

Daniel: She was all wrong. A girl like her should never have been in a frat house, yet there she was, clueless and doing keg stands, *smiling and resting an elbow casually on his chair back* and having a great time at it. I knew from that moment on I'd never meet another woman like her.

Todd, what about you?

Todd: She was hot. *rubbing a hand across the points and spirals of black ink peeking from the collar of his shirt*I knew, even with her plain Happy Burger uniform and the band-aid on her nose, that she was wild. And hot damn was I right. She was the real surprise. In the end, I couldn't help myself. I had to give her everything and more.


Ron: *grinning* She was a tiger. When she finally got out of the corner, she turned into a wildcat. I always suspected there was more to her than a wallflower, and she turned out to be so much more. I couldn't be happier to have finally found the real her.

All right, I think I've made my decision. She's an inhibited girl doing keg stands, and he's a suave knight at her rescue. That's Erica and Daniel. You are the couple from A Librarian's Desire, are you not?

Erica: Yes. I love Library Science, my major in college. But when I got drunk at a frat party and revealed a bit more than I normally would have in a game of Never Have I Ever, my life of books and card catalogs weren't quite as satisfying as Daniel's attention.

Daniel: And the mousy librarian doing drunken keg stands grabbed my attention right away. What a fascinating study in contrasts*winking at her from across the stage*. I couldn't wait to discover what mysteries her drab blouse and glasses might hide. And after hearing her sexy answers during Never Have I Ever, I was more determined than ever to know her secrets before the game was done.

Sounds like an exciting date you two had. Now, let's move on to the cuddly and shy woman and the guy from her high school she thought wouldn't be interested. I believe that's Janelle and Ron. You two are the couple from A Soldier's Woman (out 09-09), correct?

Janelle:*smiling and nodding* I always felt like the chubby and awkward teen in love with the most popular guy in school. But I never thought he'd give me the time of day. When I found myself at a party with some old high school friends, I was drawn into a game of spin the bottle with him, and I found out just how wrong I was.

Ron: I admire Janelle as much for her spunk as I do for her well-endowed figure. And when the sweetly shy girl showed her wild side, I couldn't think of anything other than possessing her; *meeting Janelle's gaze* mind, body, and soul.

Which leaves our final couple; the tatted pixie with the nose ring, and the rebel who loves her. Todd and Debbie, you are the couple from A Surprising Day (out 11-04). Am I right?

Todd: *leaning forward, elbows on his knees* I thought Debbie was the sexiest woman alive, despite the hideous Happy Burger uniform she had on. The tats peeking and the band-aid that couldn't cover the ring in her nose told me she was just the girl for me. Unfortunately, she seemed to think I was a geek. *smirking and sitting back again to reveal the tats on his forearms* Dressing for an interview never did show my body off right. At least not for the ladies. It didn't matter though. I just had to convince her to take it all off with a wager or two. Then she saw who I really was.

Debbie: When this total geek came into my work and started making bets with me, I took them. Hey, he amused me. I thought he might be fun to play with, if the mood was right and he was a good sport, which he seemed to be. So I took his bet, and wow, what an evening it led to.

Well, that's it for Hey, We're Dating. We hope to see you next time.

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Monday, August 22, 2011


A Sultry Childhood Journey . . . .

The dictionary says sultry means to be hot with passion or to be capable of exciting strong sexual desire. But sultry can also mean sweltering or torrid.

Have you ever heard a word that reminds you of a certain time and place, almost like a Déjà vu? Whenever I hear the word sultry it reminds of one thing – To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. I know, it’s an odd analogy. Most of the time sultry should remind one of steamed heat or perhaps conjure an image of Marilyn Monroe standing over a street vent, her short skirt billowing about her.

Not me. When I hear the word sultry I’m taken on a journey back to my childhood, seventh grade to be exact. That year, my teacher placed a copy of To Kill A Mockingbird on my desk with a simple note, “Read this. I hope it opens many doors for you.”

At the time, I thought it a strange note, but then Miss Holmquist was rather strange. (Picture a short, stout woman with flabby upper arms that jiggled when she worked the chalkboard). Still, the woman piqued my interest with her odd message. How could books open doors? Why would I want to read about an old lawyer in a southern state I knew nothing about? And, what’s more, what kind of a man would name his children Jem and Scout?

I took the book home and several days passed before I opened it and read the first line, "When he was thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow." Hmm, this Ms. Harper Lee, whoever she is, has my attention now,” I said aloud. Who is Jem and how did he break his arm?

From that moment I was hooked – mesmerized over the story, in awe over the character names, Boo Radley, Aunt Avery, Dill, Atticus, Calpurnia, and even the white girl who was supposedly raped, Mayella. And I’m still in awe of the plot, the personalities, and the vivid neighborhood descriptions.

So why does the word “sultry” remind me of To Kill A Mockingbird? Because for the first time in my life I realized that by simply turning the pages, I could feel the sultry heat, taste the prejudice and agonize over the hatred between black and white.

“So what did you discover in this book?” Miss Holmquist asked me two weeks later. I didn’t know where to begin. Should I tell her about the rollercoaster of emotions I went through while reading? Do I dare ask her why the jury convicted Tom even though I prayed they wouldn’t? Or maybe I should tell her how brave Scout was when she diffused an explosive situation between Atticus and the old-timers of the town with a simple, “Hey there, Mr. Ewell, how’s your boy, Henry doing?”

I didn’t ask her any of those things, but I did tell her about every sentiment I felt. Mostly I told her about the bitter taste in my mouth over a word called prejudice, and I told her I felt the hot, sultry sun of Maycomb County.

Some days, I wish I could go back to 7th grade and ask Miss Holmquist if she knew that one day To Kill A Mockingbird would be one of the best-loved stories of all time, that it would earn many distinctions since its original publication in 1960. I’d ask her if she thought it would win the Pulitzer Prize one day and be translated into more than forty languages. And Miss Holmquist, do you think it will sell more than thirty million copies worldwide, and will it be made into an enormously popular movie?

You know, I think Miss Holmquist would have said, “Yes, I do think Miss Lee’s novel will achieve all those things and more, but the most important thing, Keta, To Kill A Mockingbird will transport you to the sultry heat of the deep south and take you to places you never dreamed existed.”

And I would say, “Thank you, Miss Holmquist.”

Keta Diablo writes erotic romance and gay fiction. Her latest paranormal shifter novel Where The Rain Is Made has been nominated for a Bookie Award by Authors After Dark in the BEST enovel category. You can find out more about Where The Rain Is Made here (don’t forget to read the reviews):

About Where The Rain Is Made:

A decadent-looking savage has captured Francesca DuVall and her brother Marsh. Now she spends every waking moment planning an escape. She didn’t count on the powerful draw of desire interfering with her scheme while in the clutches of the brutal Cheyenne Dog Soldiers.

Ethan Gray is a curator at a national museum . . . most of the time. When he travels through time to help his beloved People he’s Meko, leader of the most revered and feared tribe of the plains. Their worlds are decades apart and yet Meko can’t resist the dark beauty he kidnapped during a raid. Violent battles loom on the horizon, but there’s only one he must win at all costs – the capture of Cesca’s heart forever.

From the windswept plains of Colorado and the harsh life of a Dog Soldier to the placid life of a curator, their love was fueled by passion and kindled by destiny.

You can find Keta on the Web at the following places:

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Friday, August 19, 2011


Do you "act out" the love scenes in your books? Is the sex in your books based on your real experiences? How much of the book is real? Is it hard to write love scenes? How much research did you do to write the sex scenes?

Believe it or not, these are some of the most common things I’m asked when people find out I write romances. The questions usually come from relatives or others who are trying to get under my skin. (Or folks who are just clueless.)

When it first happened, I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t want to be completely rude, but after they probed and pestered me, snickering to themselves, I decided to answer the questions. Being a creative writer, I came up with the following:

"No, I don’t act out the love scenes. Do you think mystery writers practice killing people for their books?"
"Nope, sorry. I made up all that sex. In fact, I even made up those characters… that’s what makes it fiction. (And no, the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park weren’t real either!)

"Love scenes aren’t hard to write. I just spy on my characters and write down what they do."

The short answers seem to work just fine. I don’t think the hecklers would sit still and listen long enough to hear some of the real answers that include characterization, plotting, pacing, editing, etc…

Love scenes (or sex scenes, or whatever you want to call them) are fun to write. You get to let the characters run wild, experiment, and do whatever comes natural. Writing love scenes is always a process of discovery. I base the intensity and actions in the scene on the particular story, plot, and characters. What’s going on in the bedroom (or study, or bathtub, or…wherever) has to flow naturally into the story and match the characters’ personalities. This is true for straight romance, as well as gay romance.

Certain characters in my books (like Prince Allan from The Pauper Prince) are up (literally!) for anything, while other characters (Lauren, from The Sexy Stranger) are more conservative. David and Jack, the gay heroes in Four Days with Jack are discovering their mutual attraction for each other and are embracing their newfound love. I wrote the “gay” love scenes just like I’d write any “straight” love scene (for those who have already asked!) – by spying on the characters and letting them tell me how far to take things – and when.

There are also a lot of intense sexual scenes in my book, A Midsummer Night’s Delights, as Julian and Annabelle open up to their hidden desires and experiment (with multiple and same-sex partners), but those scenes allow them to grow and learn about themselves over the course of the story. And, yes, it is a story.

People read books to escape into a different world for a little while and get involved in the lives of the characters - whether they’re reading mysteries, romance, crime, or horror fiction. In the end, it doesn’t matter how kinky or detailed the sex scenes are between the lovers – all that’s important is that they have a happy-ever-after ending.

Happy reading,

Kelli A. Wilkins has published 13 erotic romances with Amber Quill Press. Her stories range from mild to scorching hot and are all 100% fiction. So far in 2011, she has released two erotic romances: A Perfect Match and Four Days with Jack. Learn more about Kelli at: and

Kelli also writes a blog: Each week she writes about her books, the writing life, posts reviews, offers writing tips, gives prompts, and shares anything else that pops into her head.

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Twitter: @KWilkinsauthor

Wednesday, August 17, 2011


Making HIStory HERstory as Well
by Berengaria Brown

It was Georgette Heyer who addicted me to Regency romance, and my first Regency-set romance was dedicated to her. But I have also always been fascinated by the strong women of history. In a time when women had almost no rights at all, every now and then a woman overcame every obstacle to guide her people.

One of those was Queen Elizabeth I of England to whom my latest Regency-set erotic lesbian romance, has been dedicated:

In memory of Queen Elizabeth I of England—a woman who refused to let her gender stand in the way of achieving her hopes and ambitions, and who ruled her country better than any man of her time could have done.

Other women who come to mind are:

Marie Curie, Queen Victoria, Joan of Arc, Cleopatra, Mother Theresa, Eleanor of Aquitane, Aspasia of Miletus, Boadicea, Catherine the Great, Sappho, Florence Nightingale, and in our own day, Aung San Suu Kyi. Of course, you will all have your own lists.

All my lesbian erotic romances are based on the idea of women overcoming difficulties to achieve their happy endings.

In Loving Lydia, Lydia has always concentrated on her career. It’s only now she realizes she wants love as well.

Tammy's sights are set and goals targeted. With one thing on her mind - Lydia - she will stop at nothing to satisfy every craving her body has for the seductive female, including showing up at the same gym for a chance encounter.

Lydia's career is in her pocket. Successful, motivated, and driven, Lydia realizes she wants more out of life than just her job. Aware of Tammy's intentions, Lydia decides to play along, at least until a cup of steaming hot coffee turns into a passionate night. Can she split her life between her career and Tammy?

Will Tammy be able to quench her thirst for Lydia with one night of hot sex, or will she be left wanting more?

Loving Lydia FF ADULT Excerpt

Lydia tightened her arms around Tammy and pulled the slightly shorter, slighter rounder woman hard against her body. Breast to breast and hips to hips, they kissed–tiny, soft, gentle kisses. Then Tammy ran her tongue along the seam of Lydia’s mouth, and Lydia opened and welcomed Tammy’s tongue inside.

Lydia could smell the fresh, clean bite of apple on Tammy’s hair and taste the coffee on her lips. She ran her tongue inside the other woman’s mouth and slid it along her cheeks and behind her teeth.

Their kissing became harsher, deeper, more passionate as each sucked on the other's tongue, then thrust theirs into the other's hot, wet cavern.

Tammy dropped her hands to Lydia’s butt as they held each other, grinding their pelvises together.

Lydia's hands roamed down Tammy’s back, then up inside her T-shirt. She loved the feel of Tammy’s back—soft and womanly, but with an underlying firmness of muscle and bone structure. And her butt, yum! Firm, but round, not flat like a man’s.

"I’d like to see what’s under that prim business suit," said Tammy, her hands resting on the hem of Lydia’s jacket.

"Time to get your jeans off, too."

They stepped apart to undress. As Lydia folded each item neatly and placed it on a chair, she noticed Tammy had just dropped her clothing casually on the floor by her backpack. "We really are very different, aren’t we?" she asked, grinning, gesturing to the pile of clothes.

"Don’t worry. I’ll help you lose some of that staidness, and I bet there’s plenty of spontaneity and passion underneath, even if you do wear a white bra and knickers."

"I have got some colored ones somewhere. Navy blue and black anyway." Lydia could hear the slightly defensive tone in her own voice.

"Bet they’re just cotton though." Tammy grinned, lust clear in her eyes.

Lydia folded the beautiful quilt down to the foot of the bed and pulled back the soft, pale pink sheets that matched the pillowcases.

"Shut up and kiss me, again," she ordered. Her need to get closer to the very attractive naked woman in her bedroom was overpowering her natural tendencies to orderliness. She couldn’t wait any longer.

Then suddenly, the two women were on the bed, kissing and touching in a steadily building haze of passion.

Lydia pulled Tammy partly over her—the better to stroke her long back and to clutch her lightly rounded ass.

Tammy pressed her pelvis hard into Lydia’s and ground her hips so their mounds rubbed against each other. Heat engulfed Lydia. Her clit engorged and her honey started to slip from her pussy with the need to have more. More of Tammy.

Tammy sat astride Lydia’s hips and held her head still with both hands. Lydia stared straight into Tammy’s rich chocolate-brown eyes as Tammy’s mouth dropped down to possess hers. And it was possession. Lydia could sense the waves of desire rolling off Tammy in the controlling touch of her hands. She knew the other woman could feel the damp heat in her pussy just as Tammy’s cream was dripping onto her own body. Her nipples had grown so hard she was sure Tammy would see them in her peripheral vision.

Lydia thrust her hips up and wondered if the younger woman could even feel her clit. It was so hard and hot—positively throbbing with the need to be touched.

Berengaria Brown Bio:

Berengaria is a multi-published author of erotic romance: contemporary, paranormal (ghosts, vampires, fairies and werewolves) and Regency-set historical. She loves to read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: one man/one woman; two women; two men; two men/one woman; three men, two women/one man…. Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.

Berengaria Brown

Monday, August 15, 2011


Hi, I'm Gwenna Sebastian and I write military romances. About men. I've only recently discovered that they call the M/M genre "zipper rippers" which I find amusing. But what I really find interesting is the fact that both traditional as well as ePubs are finally realizing there is a very big audience out there who want these stories.

I've been writing since I was fourteen years old, but didn't get into romance or the M/M genre until about six or seven years ago. But I didn't want to write about just romance, that didn't offer enough teeth for me. Military romances, about men in relationships that were forbidden and looked down upon, that resonated more with me.

Only recently has Don't Ask, Don't Tell been repealed. But even before it became a law back during the Clinton administration, it was dangerous to be a homosexual in the military. Yet these men, whether drafted during the World Wars, Vietnam or Korea, or in today’s volunteer military served our country with pride and heroism. What could be more interesting to write about? Love under the most dangerous of circumstances and against the greatest of odds.

I've a fascination with the Vietnam War. The music, the protests, the politics and all of it centering around a war that tore this country apart. Young men, often only eighteen or nineteen at most, were sent thousands of miles away from the only home they knew to fight in a conflict they barely understood. We thrust rifles into their hands and taught them to kill.

VN2 is my futuristic look at the Vietnam War, with the underlying idea that the more things change, they more they stay the same. It might be two hundred years in the future and the battlefield a distant jungle world, but the same prejudices, bureaucracy, black market dirty dealings and general ignorance are still as prevalent there as they are here and now. For all the high tech of the future, this is a backwater world with outdated technology that puts men's lives at risk, often due to simple greed.

It's a fractured military in this future, with the officers as the ruling class. They are called Truebreds and consider themselves above the rest of the military. The majority of soldiers are Regulars. These are your basic enlisted soldiers who do all the real work, from the lowest private on up through the NCOs. These are the men who really run the show, whereas the Truebreds just think they do. And then there are the Bonded who are the Special Forces. They are made up of both Truebreds and Regulars.

The Bonded are men who, through no choice of their own, become "bonded" to a partner for life. It is empathic, forever binding the pair. Should one be killed or die unexpectedly, the partner rarely survives. There are all types of Bonds, some running much deeper than others. For most, it becomes a good friendship. But for others, it's something much deeper. For the most part, the Bonded are regarded with mistrust and derision. And a Truebred who becomes a Bonded is no longer welcome by the rest of the Truebreds.

Lieutenant Ian Davidson is a Truebred, a young junior officer. He’s on his way to a remote post in order to get away from a controlling father and the voices in his head that threaten to drive him to the edge of madness. After missing his connection, he makes the mistake of wandering where he shouldn't and ends up the center of an ugly brawl with several drunk and angry Regulars who have little use for a young officer except to make an example of him.

Sergeant Nathan Williams is a seasoned soldier who recently lost his Bond partner of eighteen years. He wants nothing more than to die, but the company medic has been preventing him the opportunity. While there with his unit on a trip for supplies on the black market, Nathan and his men get drawn into the same bar fight that has Ian trapped.

Before either man realizes what's happened, the Bond recognizes them. Now Nathan has a new Bond partner who'd rather die than becomes Nathan's mate. But everything changes when Nathan, along with the unit's commanding officer, is taken prisoner by the local insurgents. Now Ian is left to cope on his own, forced to lead a rescue mission with a team that wants nothing to do with him as he struggles with his own confused feelings for Nathan.

Doc spoke to him, trying to get his attention, but Nathan ignored him. He had more important things to worry about and they centered around the young Truebred. The officer still shifted, keeping the wall at his back, trying to keep an eye on everyone even as he shook his head.

Something that had died with Ben six months ago woke anew in Nathan. The Bond whispered at him, insistent, nudging him with the realization that the young officer would be his new mate.

And that made Nathan pause as he realized what was happening. It had been more than eighteen years but he could still remember when the Bond had recognized him and Ben for each other.

Now it recognized two incomplete souls that were meant to be a whole, the Bond singing along Nathan's nerves. In the blink of an eye, everything changed, and he would no longer be alone.

This could not be happening—he couldn't, shouldn't be Bonding—again.

But the Bond continued to urge him to go to the Truebred who would be his new mate. For a long moment, the room disappeared around him and Nathan found himself standing on a different plane, the young officer there with him. They looked at each other, the other man in confusion as the newly forming Bond shimmered around them. Nate reached for him…

Nate! Listen to me!
Doc grabbed his arm, trying to pull him around but Nathan yanked free with a growl. Back off, medic!

The remaining Regulars who had backed the officer into a corner must have sensed the guy was near the end of his rope. With nods to each other, they started to advance on the Truebred. The lieutenant raised his head, eyes brilliant and shifted his weight forward. It was apparent to everyone he wouldn’t go down without a fight.

"Damn brat, you're gonna know respect when we get done with ya'." The one with the broken nose motioned his two buddies to close in.

The room hazed red in front of Nathan's eyes. There was no way he was going to let these bastards get hold of that officer. The Bond called him, pulling at him, reminding him that the officer belonged to him. He felt like he was on fire.

The Bond recognized him as Nathan's and that was all Nathan could understand.

The Regulars closed in, the lieutenant backing up against the wall, head still held high. In the part of his mind that was still sane, Nathan could hear Doc relaying Sean's orders to the rest of the team to help out.

Broken Nose made a grab for the Truebred even as the Flannigan twins grabbed his two buddies from behind. Nathan lunged between the Regular and the lieutenant, shouldering the bastard back. "Back the hell off, now!"

"You got no claim here, Bonded!" Broken Nose's eyes were filled with fury. He came at Nathan, fist raised.

His vision still hazed in red, Nathan grabbed the man by the arm and slammed him hard against the wall. Dazed, Broken Nose slid to the floor. The Flannigans had the other two well in hand when Nathan turned to the young officer.

Forgetting about Broken Nose, Nathan faced the Truebred. They needed to get the hell out of there. Nathan needed to get the Truebred someplace safe. He reached out, grabbing him by the arm even as the other man looked up with large, dark eyes.

It was like coming into contact with a live, electrical current.

White-hot pain knifed through Nathan’s mind, stabbing behind his eyes and driving him to his knees, gasping for breath. He was besieged by the roar of hundreds of voices, overwhelmed with alternating waves of fury and terror that tore into his thoughts. Lost in an instant in a sea of confusion, he caught a disjointed vision from eyes not his own, looking back at all of them, himself included as he lay on the floor. All of it was hazed in red, like his mind was on fire and being pulled apart at the same time.

Someone was screaming and Nathan couldn't be sure it wasn't him.


Friday, August 12, 2011


Funny You Should Ask

Can sex be funny and still be sexy? I hope so. I think so. Please let it be!

If you're like me, you find humor everywhere. Nothing is more rife with embarrassing possibilities than a sexual encounter. Think about it, once sex is on the table we misread cues, misunderstand statements, and our insecurities kick in. Now we're not just wondering if we look fat in our pants, we're worried what he'll think when he sees us au naturel.

Do we really want the man of our dreams to know we snort during climax?

Add to that, the fact our blood is pooled somewhere other than our brains and you have a set of circumstances rich with...uh...with hot, steamy sex?

Sure! Why not?

It's reality isn't it?

Remember the first time with your various lovers? Perhaps it was in the back seat of his car and he came while the seat belt was poking you in the butt; or perhaps you were on the bed doing it missionary style and with his every thrust your head hit the headboard.

Still, you wanted it, and, admit it, you had fun then went back for more. What's more funny than that? To me, it's a delightful, messy paradox.

That's what I try to capture in my erotica.

I like to write characters who aren't wholly comfortable with their sexuality. It adds awkwardness and hopefully a bit of humor into the mix. By showing my heroines (and sometimes heroes) with a bit of self doubt, but enjoying themselves anyway hopefully gives readers a reason to smile and a little more confidence.

Why do I want to make people smile? It's funny you should ask...

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Wednesday, August 10, 2011


What is the value of friendship in a writer's world? Writing is almost always a solitary activity. We spend hours researching, crafting characters, and following our muses down fantastic pathways of imagination. Easily over a decade ago, I met Kari Thomas who would become my best friend and is today one of the best romance authors that I know. What's the longest friendship you've ever maintained?

I admit that I've always been shy, which didn't lend to connecting with others well and that included writers. I'm certain other writers have felt just as shy and tongue-tied. Amazingly, get a writer to tell you about a book they're working on, and their whole demeanor opens up and shines. We want those connections, especially with people who have similar interests.

Being published has afforded me the opportunity to relate to other writers as we share news on reviews, WIPS (works in progress) and new releases. A lot of my writer connections come from my Breathless Press peeps who are a wonderful and supportive group of authors. These bonds, first forged by meeting my best friend, are a true blessing and have widened my social circle.

People who want to write stories should never give up that dream. Remember that there is a whole community of people out there in this world who are just waiting to meet you. Thanks to friends, I continue to go forth in this chosen vocation, confident of my path. That is one reason why writer's love to hear from readers, because we ourselves are readers. It's about bonds forged by stories, created by those with a gift for the written word.

Give a shout-out to a friend today, and say how long you've known each other!

In my short paranormal erotica, "Tasting Camilla", the friendship between Camilla and her best friend, Brandt is tested. He turns her over to master vampire, Vladislas, against the risk of losing her forever. "Tasting Camilla":

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Monday, August 8, 2011


Do you have a sexy regret?

We all have some memorable event buried in our pasts that we regret. Be it the position you turned down because you thought you were content with your current position, only to realize a couple years later, taking that position would have surely improved your career. Or how about the time you had the opportunity to tell your good-for-nothing, cheating ex how you really felt about his mother but decided to play nice instead? Regrets are a part of life. It just signifies that we're human.

And Cara (the lead in my latest erotic romance, Benefits of Sharing) has regrets too. She has a sexy regret that's preventing her from having a happy thirtieth birthday. The problem isn't that she's getting older. The problem is that she's getting closer to never experiencing the excitement she had turned down back in college. No wild lingerie parties for her. No exciting drunken threesomes either. The older she gets, the less chance she has to experience that kind of fun. Her husband understands her hang-ups and attempts to lighten her mood with help from eighteen year old Isaac.

I can relate to Cara. We're both married, we're the same age and we have a similar regret, except mine goes all the way back to high school. I was fourteen, friendly and innocent (as a fourteen year old should be). Two of my guy friends wanted me to be their girlfriend, and they didn't mind sharing. I constantly turned them down. Especially the night where all three of us found ourselves holding hands while leisurely hanging out. That kind of freaked me out and for the last time I made it clear that I wasn't interested.

Fast forward to the present and you're meeting a woman with a sexy regret. Yeah, I wish I would have held their hands. If I could go back in time, I would hold their hands at the same time all night. :-) They were a couple of great guys! And although I was innocent, *wink* a little hand holding wouldn't have done any harm.

Unlike Cara, my regret won't stop me from celebrating and enjoying my thirtieth birthday when it comes. However, I'm curious. If I don't celebrate my thirtieth birthday will that mean it hadn't come? Hey, I could be twenty-nine forever!

How about you? Do you have a sexy regret you'd like to share?

Benefits of Sharing BLURB:

Cara Matthews is about to turn thirty and for her it’s the death of her youth and the beginning of the dull years. Her husband James is aware of her sudden grief and surprises her with something that should take her mind off of aging…young Isaac.
Maybe Isaac could help Cara create her very own wild and crazy experience to share…in more ways than one. And therefore help her transition smoothly from her twenties to her thirties.

Cara is all too eager to finally experience the excitement she's been desperately craving but she's also a little skeptical. Exactly who is Isaac and why is he so eager to please?

Benefits of Sharing available August 12, 2011 from Breathless Press.

The author of several books of fiction and fiction with spice, Leslie Lee Sanders spends most of her time writing erotic romances mostly in the gay and ménage categories. She currently has two books available for the late teen readers and several erotic romances published as e-books and in print. Published with Xcite Books and Breathless Press.

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Friday, August 5, 2011

Between the Covers: Rebecca Gillan

Welcome to Between The Covers, my monthly blog about erotic romance in the news! My name is Rebecca Gillan. Sometimes I come across stories that look like normal people doing normal people stuff. And sometimes I come across stories that sound like someone tried to re-enact their favorite scene from a romance novel and it didn’t go so well. Once a month, on the first Friday of the month, I share some of these juicy gems. So grab your popcorn and enjoy the ride!

There isn’t much more romantic than your guy writing a love song about you, especially if he’s an actual song writer. On the flip side, if your guy is writing love songs about other women—but refuses to write one for you—you might have missed the great big neon flashing sign that you have nabbed yourself a loser. You can either do the dignified thing and leave his hoe-chasing butt or you can ignore the situation. If he does it for you in every other way, maybe a song is not that big of a deal. As this case out of Ambridge, PA, shows, you probably should not demand he write you a song. If he’s a big enough loser not to figure out you are going to be pissed, he’s probably a big enough one to beat the crap out of you for pointing out he’s a loser. The old clique about there being more fish in the sea? It works for guys willing to romance you with a song, too.

This next news story is being included not because it’s relevant but because it’s so very, very absurd. The headline says it all and I’m not going to go into how many levels of “OMFG!!!” this violates. I will say only that this is why you don’t do kinky BDSM without a good, trustworthy dom.

“Owner of killer bear chokes to death on sex toy”

Yes. Really. I’m not even sure how one would offer condolence to the family after a headline like that.

Here’s one more story that is only vaguely relevant but being included for its absurdity. Police in Virginia responded to a burglary at an adult specialty store on July 7th of this year. A K-9 office found the perpetrator still in the store. This is where it gets odd. The perp was wearing women’s undies and “partying” with a blow-up doll. And if that wasn’t odd enough, the guy is a Captain in the US Army—and a veterinarian. And it took a K9 to find him. I so very very would love to have been a fly on the wall when the Army got the call on this one. Talk about a really bad night to have the duty.

Did you hear about the lady who was beaten and raped horribly? When on the stand, testifying against her attacker, the defense attorney badgered her so badly she said, “Get to the point, bitch.” The judge ruled the victim in contempt of court and sentenced her to three days in jail—in the cell right next to her attacker.

Now don’t go all OJ on me; you know I always close with a “doing it right” story. The news caught wind of it which embarrassed the judge so badly the victim got released a day early. Did she huddle in a ball? Nope. She went right back into the courtroom to finish testifying against the creep. Now THAT’S doing it right! You can’t stop the bad stuff from happening to you but you can keep the filth of the world from destroying you!

Remember to have a little fun from time to time, but keep it between the covers or you might end up in the police blotter- or on this blog!


Wednesday, August 3, 2011


Stuck in Sex

Awww do they have to have sex one more time? Why can’t I just end it here with them cuddling or better yet, falling asleep!

As a writer of erotic romance, sex can be an integral part of the plot (and maybe the most interesting?!). I have fallen prey a few times to the tantrum throwing, kicking and screaming internal reaction to my editor saying “Add some sex here” or “expand on this sex scene”. It’s hard! (no pun intended). Not to mention trying to come up with different things for each scene so the reader doesn’t get bored (or worse) and put the book down!.

Getting around the issue can sometimes be just as hard as the issue itself! (At least something is hard in the book right? ;)) Writing m/m is no exception and neither is m/f, or f/f for that fact. Sex is sex and it can’t be the same thing over and over again (ok well the motions are the same and the end result is the same, but the journey is where the fun is at!) For me, I start with the basics. Character A and B go to bed together (or shower, or floor, or car, or tree… you get the point). Character A gets B hard and since we are all adults here, I don’t need to explain the birds and the bees (never understood that metaphor and I still don’t… does it have something to do with the birds going after worms that are clearly a phallic symbol for something else? Or the bees rubbing themselves all over those poor flowers? If you ask me, both are whores because they go after more than one worm and or flower! Anyway…) The end result is that sweet release.

One would think that it would end there. But if we as readers, read the same thing over and over again, the pleasure in giving pleasure wouldn’t be such… pleasurable now would it? Throw in some kink, different positions, perhaps try a new location, and you have added spice. Don’t get me wrong, spice all the time can get dull too. So switching it up from time to time and alternating between spice and vanilla is a good combination. But that’s not what this post is all about (well it is all about sex – Shocker, I know!).

Back to the original topic and dilemma, writing yet another sex scene as requested by the grand editor themselves.

If you are ever stuck in the same scenario, or perhaps just need to add another scene. Always remember to KISS and make it interesting. Add flare or spice where needed, and please don’t (and this is a big please and a big don’t) keep it the same or similar as before. Your characters are in love (or at least lust) for each other and have needs just like us real people. Fulfill their desires and urges and you will fulfill the readers as well!


Monday, August 1, 2011


Looks can be Deceiving!

Recently at a conference, another erotic romance author who is super nice and a lot of fun, checked out some of my promotional material. She said something like “you look all sweet and innocent but really you write the naughty hot stuff!” not a direct quote but you get the idea.

Looking at me, you’d never know I write ménage and more stories or tales of bdsm. Of course, that’s true of most erotic romance writers so it sort of surprised me to hear it. Actually, I was glad the word was getting out! Being too tame or mild in this genre isn’t good for you!!

Being misjudged is nothing new for me. One time I walked into a Spirit Shop with a friend of mine and the owner immediately pegged my friend as someone with gifts and me with having no psychic talents at all. Real psychics have been telling me I need to develop my gifts for years and I’ve had plenty of freaky predictions and incidents so I’ve got something. I’d love to work on my gift but I need a mentor not a how to manual for that stuff…

Back to the shop, I’m a skeptical person and very practical so that comes off as negative at times. But buyer beware, right?! I don’t trust salespeople--Wiccan or any other religion. I was raised Catholic (so rebellion is a given) and the shop wasn’t a total loss. I met my first Pagan Jesus freak. Weird day but I’ve got a witness. It’s all true!

Playing it safe sometimes works. For a while when I started writing erotic romances, I stuck to the standards, contemporary erotic romance and some paranormal. I couldn’t do hardcore BDSM (still can’t and won’t) and things were getting kinkier—light stuff was out. It took some time for me to dare to dabble in ménage and then adding more men became popular. I found I could write those as easily as m/f. Maybe easier but that’s what makes a fantasy fun!! It’s not about being bad or good, but being creative and yourself!! But that’s a lesson we all have to learn (sometimes more than once).

In my latest ménage (this one is m/f/m), Doubling on Denise, Denise made a mistake of misjudgment very much like that shop owner. But Denise trusted the wrong Master. The REALLY wrong Master. Some hot bodyguards saved her once but she fired them when they learned of her submissive secrets. Now the system let the bad guy out of jail so Denise needs protection and a second chance to trust the right men. Two Masters is a challenge but maybe she’s stronger than even she expects.

So whether it’s a sweet shy redhead who pens tales of group love, a sexy rich blonde who likes to please, or a kind looking grandma who wields a whip at night…you never know what people do in private. I never tried to act all sweet or innocent—it just worked well for throwing the nuns off so I could get away with more :-)