1. How did you start writing erotic romance? Fan fiction! I
used to be obsessed with Hanson, the musical group. As I read more and more fan
fiction about them, my favorites were always those that involved the brothers
and their romantic adventures. I thought it might be fun to try writing my own
romance…and that was really the gateway drug. Thanks, Hanson!
2. Plotter or pantster? I’m a plotter who wears pants. Wait,
that didn’t come out right. Put in another way, somewhere in the middle. Each
novel is different, and so depending what the spark is, I might know the entire
plot in my head from the get-go, or I might have to pants it out to see where
it goes.
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?
Right now? My day planner (because I cannot FUNCTION without it!), thirteen
million scraps of loose paper and post-it notes reminding me of everything from
my grocery list to the random historical novel I came up with last week, and a
stack of envelopes waiting to be mailed because I cannot, for the life of me,
remember to buy stamps.
4. Favorite food? Wine! Just kidding, that’s not a food. (I
do love wine a LOT though.) My favorite food is too difficult to choose—I love
all the foods! But if we had to narrow it down, to one of many tried and true favorites throughout life and the
world…I would pick mashed potatoes. But I have to make them! Only I know the
acceptable ratio of butter to cream to green onion. *evil laugh*
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character
in the book really spoke to you? My latest release is When In Rome, which is book #2 of a short story series called Erotic Destinations. The main character,
Alexandra, speaks to me because she wanders the world. I travel the world a lot
too, but she’s more fearless than I am. She hitchhikes, for example, and I’ve
never done that! But she’s an amalgamation of the type of women I’ve met on the
road, and always love to meet, because of her brazen, live-all-the-life
attitude. That’s really attractive to me.
6. I write because ____... I will literally explode if I do
not.
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
Independent women, doing non-traditional things in some way. The protagonist of
my forth-coming novel is a career woman named Paige, and she lives and breathes
for her job. Family isn’t even in the picture for her. Another upcoming
protagonist is a military veteran and doesn’t want kids. And Alexandra, in When In Rome, is in her thirties and
still drifting the world. I’m drawn to these scenarios, and I think they’re
underrepresented in contemporary erotic romances. These women exist, too!
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote? The one in this
book! They have sex in public, up against actual Roman ruins. That’s so thrilling, don’t you think?
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance
field? Keep slogging away. It’s worth it.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon? My next novel, A New York Minute, is due out later this
year with The Wild Rose Press. I have
another contemporary erotic romance planned for 2016, as well as my first NA
novel. Excitement! And, of course, I’ll continue releasing short story editions
to the travel series, Erotic
Destinations, so readers can travel the world, one lover at a time!
Carlos & Casey and When in Rome
By
Ember Leigh
We are touring with Books 1 and 2 of the series,
but there is also a sneak peek at book 3!!
BIO:
Ember Leigh has been writing erotic
romance novels since she was far too young. A native of northern Ohio, she
currently resides in South America with her Argentinean partner, a detail she
uses to justify her Bachelor's degree in Latin American Literature. In addition
to romance novels, she also writes travel articles, maintains three blogs, and
continually attempts to complete a mildly-gripping short story. In her free
time, she practices Ashtanga yoga, travels the world, and eats lots of
vegetables.
Website: http://www.emberleighromance.com
Twitter: @EmberLeighAuth
Instagram: @EmberLeighAuthor
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/emberleighauthor
--oOo--
BLURB, CARLOS & CASEY:
Join two ex-lovers, four years after their last romp. When a work trip brings Casey back into Carlos’ territory, she knows she’d have him right there in the airport parking lot. But Carlos doesn’t seem so eager. Unsure of herself post-divorce, Casey knows only one thing: she wants this man as much as she did the last time she saw him. And she’s more than ready to relive every saucy adventure they had together. Can the sparks be salvaged, or has time left them behind?
Join two ex-lovers, four years after their last romp. When a work trip brings Casey back into Carlos’ territory, she knows she’d have him right there in the airport parking lot. But Carlos doesn’t seem so eager. Unsure of herself post-divorce, Casey knows only one thing: she wants this man as much as she did the last time she saw him. And she’s more than ready to relive every saucy adventure they had together. Can the sparks be salvaged, or has time left them behind?
BUY LINKS, CARLOS & CASEY:
CARLOS & CASEY EXCERPT:
Her breath caught as she followed him up the
staircase, tucked to the far side of the house. Carlos had always been fit
enough, but it looked like he'd taken up some new form of exercise in the past
four years. He was beefier, yet still lean. His ass moved round and tight in
front of her as they climbed the stairs. At the landing, he gestured in front
of them.
"This is my studio, but it's all yours for tonight."
It was a rec room that took up the whole second
floor, and far more standard male than the ground floor alluded to. Movie
posters, gaming systems, books scattered on floors and coffee tables, and, off
to one side, the trumpet, asleep in a bed of sheet music. In the corner there
was an overstuffed couch just about as wide as she was long – it would be great
to sleep on, even better if he could bend her over that armrest and fuck her
until dinner was ready.
She cleared her throat, deciding adult friendships
could be fun, even after four questionable years. "I thought I'd be
sharing a bed with you?" She tried to keep her tone playful as she
sauntered toward the couch. She tossed him a smile and she caught a glimpse of
him looking very stricken. Shit. Too far. Things are too different now.
Abort!
Maybe too much time had passed in general. Maybe he
was courting a girl and wanted to take it slow with her. Maybe he no longer
found her attractive, four years becoming the dagger in the heart. Maybe he'd
become celibate, or found her life too normal and boring. There was a whole
list of reasons why she shouldn't make the first move.
"I was just joking," she said after a
moment, rolling her eyes. "Come on, lighten up."
He exhaled slowly, looking down at the ground as
his tongue found the corner of his mouth. "I know it was a joke,
Case."
"In case you forgot, we used to share a
bed." She looked at him pointedly, already horrified that the words were
coming from her lips. What was she getting at? Who had authorized this
dialogue?
He squeezed his eyes shut and laughed softly.
"Oh, I remember."
--oOo--
BLURB, WHEN IN ROME:
“When in Rome, do as the Romans do”…right? Alexandra is a travel junkie and foreign air aficionado. When she finally decides to do Rome, she never thought it would involve a hot Italian, too. What’s a girl to do when a desire to see the world and instant lust collide in the middle of one of the most popular touristic destinations in the world? Just DO the Roman!
“When in Rome, do as the Romans do”…right? Alexandra is a travel junkie and foreign air aficionado. When she finally decides to do Rome, she never thought it would involve a hot Italian, too. What’s a girl to do when a desire to see the world and instant lust collide in the middle of one of the most popular touristic destinations in the world? Just DO the Roman!
BUY LINKS, WHEN IN ROME:
WHEN IN ROME EXCERPT:
He pulls me toward the inner rail, and points to
the upper rim of the Coliseum. The heat of his palm against my low back sends
shivers through me. A lip of arches is topped with a low wall, dotted with boxy
windows. In one section, the wall has crumbled away. The clear blue Roman sky
breaks through. “Now that is where, honest to God, they installed a …what do
you call it? The device to listen to conversations about the dissolution of the
Roman Empire.”
I snort. “Wiretaps in the 1500’s. I totally believe
that.”
“Hey, I’m Italian.” He flashes a cheesy grin. “You
have to believe me. It’s my country.”
“You should work as a tour guide.” I poke his
belly, pleased by the hardness beneath his thin t-shirt. “I would pay good
money to hear your bullshit.”
“Luckily, you don’t have to pay. Today. But tomorrow,
full price.”
“Oh, you’ll be here tomorrow? I could call
upon your Bullshit Guide Services again?”
He grins, dimples flashing. My knees weaken and I
want to take that grinning face into my hands and kiss him until my lips hurt.
And then he grabs my hand as we walk, and squeezes it. A gush of moisture
releases between my legs and I know this is serious. Really serious.
We watch each other as we walk. His hand is warm
and a little moist, but not the weird moist. Just-right moist. I imagine
the warmth traveling through my body like a snake, seeking out the farthest
extremities and then circling back again to settle conveniently in my vaginal
area.
About a minute later, he stops and pulls me into a
dark corner of the corridor, behind a large stone pillar. His body connects
roughly with mine as he pushes me against the wall, my chest heaving as I
appraise the situation. I am startled and insanely aroused, like a woman caught
masturbating in the shower by her sexy gardener. The parts of his body that
connect with mine are like lightning, causing hot zips of painful pleasure
right beneath the surface.
“Can I kiss you?”
I nod, and he presses his lips to mine. My eyes
flutter shut and his scent consumes me, a mixture of aftershave and heady male.
Our second kiss is deeper, and the third mind-boggling. The smooth texture of
the stone pillar is cold through my t-shirt. He cups my cheek, fingertips
connecting hot with my jawline.
We break apart. My mind is spinning like I just
took a flying leap off a bridge. Was this actually real? I swear to God, thirty
seconds ago I was just walking around the Coliseum like any regular person,
mapping my trek through the anatomical eyeball. Then, this guy comes along and
pins me to the wall and has his way with me. And I am notcomplaining.
Maybe there’s something to the idea that if you want something hard enough, it
will come. It seems that the past twelve hours imagining sex with this guy has
paid off.
He smiles, his face so close to mine that his
breath comes out hot against my cheek. It does not smell like olive oil, as I
once callously suggested all Italians might.
“That was nice,” I say.
He nods, and kisses me again. His tongue meets mine
hesitantly, and then we begin a round of sloppy, desperate kisses that could
probably qualify for the lamest of chick flicks. I moan and then quiet myself,
not wanting to tip off tourists or security guards. He tenses and breaks the
kiss, peering around the pillar at something. I shift against him, and I swear
his cock is hard as a rock against my hip. I glance down, trying to discern if
it’s that or something else, like a belt buckle.
No belt on. That’s a good sign.
--oOo--
SNEAK PEAK BOOK #3,
TURKISH DELIGHT:
Blurb:
All the
female staffers go wild for Kadir when he arrives in the USA to compete in a
reality dance competition. A Turkish soap opera star with eyes that could melt
snow, he’s got the women clawing for his attention— except Jenna. She wants no
part of the hullabaloo. Though she can’t help wondering if tasting this sexy
Turkish Delight might be worth bending the rules a little...
Excerpt:
Kadir emerged from behind the
curtain of his dressing room in a skintight black suit with a startling array
of bright blue sequins. It was like a futuristic space suit mated with the
gaudiest of show tunes. He grimaced as her gaze fell on his costume.
“I can’t wear this on stage,” he
said, sneaking a glance in the mirror. “I’ve never worn something so overtly
gay.”
Jenna bit her lip as she looked
him up and down. He was right, the costume was laughable. Though it might look
spectacular under the lights and grandeur of the stage, up close it was a
hilarious mess.
But it wasn’t all bad. Kadir was
sculpted, a fact that wouldn’t go away no matter how much she
tried to dodge the issue. And it seemed every way she turned, his biceps or an
errant brush of his hands was waiting for her, tugging at her resolve.
It didn’t help that his cock was
perfectly showcased in this get-up, caressed by the strange black satin in a
way that made it impossible to look away. She cleared her throat, working hard
to keep her face neutral and breathing even. He must be huge under there.
Probably bigger than her favorite vibrator, the one she’d been using over the
past few days as she entertained lurid fantasies about him.
“It’ll look great for the
cameras,” was all she said. And every woman in America will be dying to
put your dick in their mouths.
He watched her, a strange smile
on his face. Without a word, he kicked the door closed behind her. “Can you
help me out of it?” His dark eyes gleamed with mischief.
She jerked her head into a nod.
“Of course. That’s what I’m here for.” And if you need me to touch any
parts of your body, or use my lips in any fashion, please let me know.
He turned around. The wide
expanse of his back still commanded her attention despite the glittering array
of sequins. She reached for the zipper, tugged it down the length of his back.
It stopped just above his ass, and the unexpected glimpse of his ass crack made
her heart flutter. No underwear. None at all. His butt looked smooth,
unexpectedly white, and even more round and firm-looking from inches away than
all the distant gazing of recent times had suggested.
He faced her, grinning like a
devil. He pulled his arms out of the costume, revealing a wide, fair chest
dotted with dark hair. Her gaze followed the fabric as he removed the clothes—
two dime-sized nipples, a pleasant convergence of chest hair into a happy
trail, washboard abs.
Kadir paused when the costume was
at his hips. “I can keep going, if you’d like.”
The moment hung heavy and
confused before clarity burst through like sun after a rainstorm. “Yes.
Please.”
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