Happy Monday and once more we invite the talented and swoon worthy Spencer Dryden to Erzabet's Enchantments to share his new flirty short. Take it away Spencer!
1. How did you start writing erotic romance?
I have never written fiction before my first novella, "Bliss", unless you count the marketing reports I used to do for my managers. I had thought about writing for a long time, but never made time until recently. A friend who is an reasonably accomplished playwright read some of my early stuff and told me I ought to try writing fiction. I have been enchanted by female allure since I first felt that stirring in my pants at the sight of a naked woman more than a half century ago, so erotic romance was a natural choice. (Yes, I'm an old guy.)
2. Plotter or pantster?
Definitely a panster which is why I gravitate to shorter works.
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?
My smart phone (dumb operator though), my kindle, and the ubiquitous cup of coffee
4. Favorite food?
Based on lifetime consumption, it would have to be doughnuts but I have to come off as a more responsible eater so lets go with green beans (NOT!)
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
"Love Above See Level" is a story about a surfer/beach bum, Clayton Stoner, a guy who's lifestyle I've always wanted, laid back, doing his own thing. One day while watching the surf, he is smitten by the sight of a very tall woman he sees paddle surfing and decides he has to make a play for her. That's where the fun starts. Can a guy find romance with a woman a foot taller than he is?
6. I write because ____...
It's a fun outlet and cheap. I'm turning 65 in January. Living large on less requires discipline with the entertainment dollars. You won't see me on luxury cruises or any of those other things the marketing people show seniors doing.
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
Most of my short works, like "Love Above See Level" feature ordinary guys, tradesmen. Clayton Stoner is a part-time handyman. I've got stories in the pipeline about heating and air-condition guys, plumbers and I'm just starting one featuring an electrician. Ordinary guys that fall into extraordinary circumstances and into the orbit of sexually assertive women.
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
So far it's the love scene in "Love Above See Level".
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
There is so much writing advice directed to new writers that focuses on mechanics. Be wary, it can steal your voice. I write best when I write from my heart. My stories are about my fantasies. I'm getting published so I must be doing something right
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
I have another story which will appear in a holiday season theme collection from Breathless Press called, "Then, One Frozen Christmas Eve." It's another tradesman story, this time a heating technician who rescues a woman from a freezing townhome. Next is a story about a plumber called, "The Substitute". It's a story about a union plumber who breaks union rules to substitute for a friend who owns a non-union shop. The fun starts when he shows up on the first job and discovers the client is expecting sex and not plumbing services.
A beach bum/surfer is smitten by a six feet seven inches tall. But can his infatuation turn to love above see level?
Clayton Stoner is a blond, bronzed, hard-bodied, beach bum/surfer living the life of a thirty-one-year-old Peter Pan in a tiny oceanside cottage near St. Augustine, Florida. One calm Sunday, he sees a strikingly beautiful woman who is six feet seven inches tall taking paddle surfing lessons at the local surfer's beach. He is immediately smitten, but unable to get her attention when he encounters her at a nearby convenience store, and again, later that day, as she is running along the beach where he is relaxing.
They finally connect when he is sent to do plumbing repair work at the beach cottage she is renting. She continues to spurn his friendly advances. It looks hopeless for him until fate intervenes. But can a laid-back surfer and a woman driven by career achievement see eye to eye well enough for a long-term relationship?
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A light offshore breeze did little to dry the sweat on our brows as we sat on the front porch of my beach cottage, transfixed by the surf. Our suits were still wet from our frustrating day trying to ride waves that wouldn't form. Nothing dries in North Florida humidity except throats after a day of sun and surf. My buddy Smitty and I were several beers in before I finally broke the ice.
"So, Smitty, what do you do when you find your eyes are at tit level with a beautiful woman?"
"My eyes are always at tit level with women."
"Asshole, I'm not talking about where your eyes are looking. I'm talking about height. What if your eyes were only as high as a woman's breasts?"
"Are these breasts sagging down to her belly button?"
I made a cross with my fingers and held it up to him, hoping his flesh would burn. "No, in fact, they were small and pushing straight out. She was very trim."
"If you had leaned forward, would you have got one nipple in each eye?"
"Stop it. I'm being serious here."
"So am I. She could put your eye out."
"That's my beer you're drinking," I said. "You could at least give me some decent advice."
He rubbed his chin as if it would make him smarter. Smitty only thought with his cock, and I was glad he didn't whip it out and rub it for insight.
"Dude, they're all the same height lying down. And a tall one can wrap her legs around you twice. What's your problem?"
I huffed and shook my head. "Smitty, if they ever cut your head open, nothing but pussy would fall out."
"Okay, Stoner, I've got a half a beer left, and then I got to go. The mullet are running, and I want to come down tonight to do some fishing. Are you with me?"
"No. I've got an early job tomorrow."
"Would you mind if I parked in your driveway then?"
"I promise I'll be extra quiet if I see a couple of legs hanging out the window."
"What are you talking about?"
"Dude, if you get that woman into your bedroom, there's no way she's gonna fit on your bed without hanging her legs out the window."
Smitty had a point. My beach cottage was pretty small.
"So where did you meet this beauty?" Smitty asked, catching a belch.
"Well, we haven't really met yet. I was in line in front of her down at the Circle K earlier today. I turned around, and there I was with my nose in her breasts."
"So what's her name, where does she live, and is she available?"
About the author-
Spencer Dryden is a new writer but an old guy on the threshold of draining any reserves left in Medicare and Social Security. In real life he is a handyman, an at-home dad, inventor, and web videographer living a quiet life in the frozen tundra of Minnesota (USA).
He earned an MBA from a prestigious Midwestern university, but is so far behind on the career earnings scale of his peers that the university has offered to refund his tuition if he will return his diploma and disavow his affiliation, lest he continue to denigrate the school's impeccable brand.
His first book, a novella, Bliss was published in April of 2014 in the Covert line at Breathless Press. It is a story of a woman's struggle with sexual shame. http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=26&products_id=559
He can be reached at multiple locations:
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