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Saturday, March 26, 2016

Easter Invasion Blog Tour and Giveaway


Author: Easter Invasion
Title:  A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly
Series Title and Number: BDSM Voyages 2
Publisher:  Torquere Press
Cover Artist: Les Byerley
Release Date:  3/30/16
Heat Level: 5
Pairing Male/Male, Ménage M/M/M, M/M/M/M, M/M/M/M/M
Length: 22K
Genre: BDSM, Erotica, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Menage/Poly

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Book Blurb

Two-Line blurb: Paul and Hamish enjoyed their first bondage holiday so much they plan their second BDSM voyage. Can it be possible to top the first?

Marketing Blurb:  Paul and Hamish are at it again, this time on the Easter Holiday. Paul is on a business trip in Amsterdam trying to think of some kinky games to liven things up a bit. However Hamish’s family may just stand in the way of their fun. Paul must be creative this time in order to fit the family dinner into his sexy plans. Finally, he comes up with a solution to be there at the dinner table carving up the roast for the family meal and satisfy his lover’s sex-craved dreams. Enlisting the help of his friend Ethan, he heads home, unaware that Hamish is hatching his own scheme for a lusty good time.

Previously Published by Stiff Rain Press.


Excerpt
Quietly, I let myself in and turned off the burglar alarm. We crept up the stairs and when we got to the top, I put a hand on Ethan’s arm. There was a light on in our bedroom. Hamish was awake. Damn it. I could hear the murmur of the television in the background. He was having one of his sleepless nights, probably because I wasn’t with him. It was sweet.

Ethan nudged with a question on his face. I brought myself back to present. I handed him the mask and mouthed, “Go ahead, I’m right behind you.”

Ethan took out the rope, handed me the rest of the toy bag, nodded and pulled on the mask. He crept down the hall and I held my breath as he entered. I’d given Ethan a few tips in the cab on how to tackle Hamish so Hamish didn’t kill him. I hoped he was a quick study.

The struggle started immediately. I pulled on the hood and rushed in when I heard Ethan yell, “I’m going to need help here.”

When I got to the bedroom, I wanted to laugh but if I did, I’d ruin all of it. A naked Hamish was on top of Ethan pounding the crap out of him. I pulled Hamish off and both of us took all our strength to get him onto the bed. Ethan sat on him while I secured the gag in his mouth. He almost bit me twice. I tied one wrist then the other to the bedpost while Ethan got the harness. We said nothing as planned. I held one of Hamish’s legs high and pushed it up and out as Ethan slid one end of the harness down to the top of the thigh. We hooked the attachment to the top of the bed then did the same to the other leg while I took hold of Hamish’s cock and fit it into the specially made strap in the middle of the harness.

Hamish bucked uncontrollably as I manhandled his cock and balls. We could hear his muffled protests through the gag. “Protest all you want, slut,” Ethan told him gruffly. “Tonight you’re ours to do with what we want. So you might as well be quiet and cooperate.”

Hamish looked at Ethan then over at me. There was fear in his eyes but something else. I knew what that was. That was that look where he was halfway turned on but wondering whether he should be or not.

“Paul?” he asked, looking dazed. Damn. He’d recognized me. The light was dim and I was careful to wear clothes I’d bought while I was away so he wouldn’t recognize me but he was already surmising that I was of the same stature as his husband, tall and muscular. I couldn’t hide that. Ethan however, who was a big, burly bear of a man was throwing him off.

Ethan took out a blindfold and fitted it around Hamish’s eyes. Hamish was still squirming but he’d calmed down some. His chest was heaving just a little and he looked really hot spread out that way, his cock caught in that strap.

I motioned to Ethan that we would leave the room.

Ethan reached out and twisted one of Hamish’s nipples then roughly handled his cock a minute. He leered down into his face. “We’re going to find some booze in this joint, bitch, then we’ll be back for a good time.”

Hamish grunted. Oh, he liked that.





Author Bio

A.J. Llewellyn
A.J. Llewellyn’s obsession with myth, magic, love, and romance might have led to serious stalking charges had it not been for the ability to write. Thanks to the existence of some very patient publishers, A.J.’s days are spent writing, reading and dreaming up new worlds. A.J. has definitely stopped Google-searching former boyfriends and given up all ambition to taste test every cupcake in the universe to produce over 200 published gay erotic romance novels.

A.J. wants you to read them all. A.J. can be found lurking on Facebook and Twitter—part-time class clown being another occupation. When not writing or reading, A.J.’s other passions include juggling, kite-boarding, and spending a fortune buying upgrade apps for Pearl’s Peril and Farm Heroes Saga.


D.J. Manly
I write not only for my own pleasure, but for the pleasure of my readers. I can't remember a time in my life when I haven't written and told stories. When I'm not writing, I'm dreaming about writing. Eroticism between consenting adults, in all its many forms is the icing on the cake of life but one does not live by sex alone. The story of how two people find love in spite of the odds is what really turns me on.

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Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Enslaved Valentine: BDSM Voyages Book 1 Blog Tour and Giveaway


Author: A. J. Llewellyn and D.J. Manning
Title:  Enslaved Valentine
Series Title and Number (if applicable): BDSM Voyages, #1
Publisher:  Torquere Press
Cover Artist: Les Byerley
Release Date:  2/17/16
Length: 20, 930 words
Categories:  Contemporary, Gay Fiction, BDSM, Humor

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Synopsis

Hamish never thought he’d want to be dominated until Paul Murdock showed up with the key to his padlocked heart.

It’s been said that all a submissive can do when they are bound and tied, is feel. For former boxer Hamish Murdock, all he’s ever done is feel. Feel bad that is. He never took pleasure from pain until meeting Paul, whom he thinks of as his tikkun, the man who rights all the wrongs in his life. For Paul and Hamish, pain is pleasure in their most secret, private moments. On the outside, they are a normal, devoted couple with successful businesses…

But deep down, theirs is a strict D/s relationship that’s about to be tested in their first BDSM vacation. Paul’s chosen a secret destination for Hamish in their Valentine’s Day long-weekend. Can Hamish handle what Paul has in mind? More importantly, will Paul be able to keep his secret and keep his man under control? Or will their first BDSM voyage be their last?




Excerpt
In the house, Paul held me in his arms and kissed me. “Toy time,” he said and pushed himself away from me. He walked away in the darkness. Until I met him, I’d been afraid of the dark. Had been since I was a kid. Now I liked all kinds of light, especially night. I suppose because nighttime was when I got to have him to myself, when our workday was over. We’d fooled around with a couple of guys and it was always fun but I trusted him. I never got a sense that he was about to run off with some other guy, no matter how cute he was.

I followed him to our bedroom. He disappeared into the walk-in closet where he kept our most secret sex toys. My heart skipped a beat. Oooh, fun!

Author Bios
A.J. Llewellyn
A.J. Llewellyn’s obsession with myth, magic, love, and romance might have led to serious stalking charges had it not been for the ability to write. Thanks to the existence of some very patient publishers, A.J.’s days are spent writing, reading and dreaming up new worlds. A.J. has definitely stopped Google-searching former boyfriends and given up all ambition to taste test every cupcake in the universe to produce over 200 published gay erotic romance novels.
A.J. wants you to read them all. A.J. can be found lurking on Facebook and Twitter—part-time class clown being another occupation. When not writing or reading, A.J.’s other passions include juggling, kite-boarding, and spending a fortune buying upgrade apps for Pearl’s Peril and Farm Heroes Saga.
To sign up for A.J.’s newsletter send an email to ajllewellynnewsletter@gmail.com.  Download the FREE A.J. Llewellyn App for Android here: tinyurl.com/lkbc4wm.
D.J. Manly
I write not only for my own pleasure, but for the pleasure of my readers. I can't remember a time in my life when I haven't written and told stories. When I'm not writing, I'm dreaming about writing. Eroticism between consenting adults, in all its many forms is the icing on the cake of life but one does not live by sex alone. The story of how two people find love in spite of the odds is what really turns me on.
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Rafflecopter Prize: eBook copy of Enslaved Valentine.

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Monday, November 10, 2014

Breathless Monday: Palehua


Hello again Monday morning readers! Today we also welcome return guest A.J. Llewellyn. We are once more talking writing, new releases and maybe a little chocolate...

1.       How did you start writing erotic romance?
Hi again Erzabet, thanks so much for having me here again! I was just here a couple of months ago so some of my answers haven’t really changed but I’ll try and be original! I started writing when I was very young but I didn’t mention last time that I read Mills and Boon novels (The Australian equivalent of Harlequin Romances) obsessively from the time I was twelve. I wrote one when I was nineteen but they rejected it. I revamped it years later and it was accepted! So I’ve been the a while!

2.       Plotter or pantster?
I do plot but I never stick to the plan…sadly I’m an off-the grid kinda person!

3.       What are three things you have on your writing desk?
Well, something to drink, my cats, and fruit. I gave up smoking 20 years ago and it affected my work because I typed with a cigarette dangling from my lips. I still miss it! So I have to have something in my mouth. Oh, that’s sounds kinda naughty, doesn’t it?

4.       Favorite food?
Dessert. I love chocolate!

5.       Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
Last time I was here I was talking about my first book with Breathless Press. It was ‘Ailani: The Last Warrior, Book  1. This time I am here to talk about the second book in this M/M, fantasy/paranormal series, Palehua.
I love all the characters but I have to say this time I really have a soft spot for Lahala, who is Lio’s landlady. She has an unusual profession: she owns a flea circus. I once stayed with a woman on the Big Island of Hawaii who had a flea circus and I itched the whole time I was there. Check out some flea circuses in action on YouTube. There are some nutters out there! So I have based Lahala on that crazy old lady, plus another woman I knew who’d been one of Don Ho’s mistresses. He had many! She still mourns his passing.
I had a lot of fun creating Lahala but sheesh I just started to itch typing all this!
6. I write because killing people is illegal, but killing them in fiction is groovy.
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
I like writing about ordinary people caught up in extraordinary situations. That’s what’s interesting to me. How a regular guy handles something shocking/amazing/life-changing.
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
I really work on each and every sex scene but I loved the one in Palehua…I won’t say which  one, I’ll let the readers find it, but I’ll just say it incorporates an interesting use of furniture!
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
Write from the heart. Don’t write in a genre because you think it will sell. Write the kind of        story you want to read yourself. I write books because they are stories nobody else will write!
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
I have several WiPs on the boil! Please check my website www.ajllewellyn.com for updates,      free short stories, and free blog stories.  Also please feel free to sign up for my free monthly newsletter which has all kinds of tidbits in there. I give away one free ebook a month to one lucky reader. The sign-up link is below.

              Thanks for having me here, again, Erzabet!



Palehua: The Last Warrior Book 2:
Synopsis:
Lio Paikai, reincarnated warrior of the lost Hawaiian kingdom, finds trouble in paradise. The old island gods demand Palehua from his family: blood sacrifice.
Lio Paikai is adjusting to both his new, extremely passionate relationship with his lover, Kord Ashley, and his status as 'Ailani,the reincarnated, loyal warrior who fought for the last king of the Hawaiian islands Oahu and Maui. Having severed his ties with his mother, Kalani, Lio grows closer to his father and his new family, but Kalani won't leave them alone. 
Violating a restraining order of protection, she is arrested. Hours later, when Lio accompanies his stepmother to a birthing class, a strange woman falls from the sky landing on the hood of his SUV. Old wounds, old curses, and the demand for retribution threaten to destroy his entire family. Lio must uncover the identity of the fallen woman and soon learns her heartbreaking connection to his mother and the damage it has caused Kalani her entire life. Lio must right an ancient wrong and appease the old island gods that demand an immediate Palehua: blood sacrifice.

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Excerpt:
One hour and five minutes later, we walked out of the house. Marcella kept assuring me I'd done very well as she held my arm. My back, neck, and shoulders ached. I'd had to act out giving birth to a baby-doll while Marcella pretended to be my birthing partner.


I felt sorry for my dad. The way she'd screamed at me gave me every indication that she would be a real Nazi in the delivery room. 
I was in total panic. I'd had to pretend to give birth to the fake baby so that I empathizedwith Marcella's process, but found the experience so traumatic I didn't think I'd ever get over it. I kept trying to imagine her vagina opening to a huge, cavernous space as my father massaged the baby's emerging head with olive oil. 
Had he done this for me and Louie? What about Marcella? Wouldn't the pain be horrendous? 
"You did great, sweetie," she said. "You're a champion." 
"No, I'm not. I'm a wuss. I couldn't handle the belly." 
"You were fabulous." 
"Who was better, me or Kord?" 
"Oh, sweetie. Don't do this to yourself." 
"Kord, right?" 
She flashed me a guilty look. "Well, he sang show tunes as he delivered." She frowned suddenly. "I should have realized then that he was gay." 
As we got to the SUV, she peered inside. "Sweetie, do we have any apples in there?" 
No, we didn't, but a quick stop over at Foodland would fix that. 
As I let her into the passenger side, I stared across the road at a newish house right on the corner. I had no idea why it held my interest, but I caught a sudden glimpse of ghostly children running across the street to it. 
I blinked, and nostalgia filled my soul. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The streets were all gone, and I stared at miles and miles of sugar crops. I was standing on the site of an old plantation. 
I saw a flash of a different building right on this corner. It was the kind of old Hawaiian-style building that marked a different era. Painted white and with a red roof, it had a lanai in front. I swear I smelled ice cream and chocolate. I heard laughter. 
Across the top I saw in faded lettering the name Goo. 
And just like that, the image faded. 
When I got into the driver's side, Marcella said, "What are you seeing, sweetie?" 
Shaking my head, I threw off the sudden emotion I felt. "I know it sounds weird, but I got a glimpse of what used to be there." 
"What did you see?" 
I hesitated. "A huge sugar plantation. And right where the house is, I saw a shop. A lot of kids went to it. I think it was a kind of soda fountain." 
She reached her hand over to mine. "It was. It was the old Plantation Store, but people called it Charlie Goo's Store after the owner. It closed about twenty years ago." 
I nodded. A strange, unsettled feeling came over me. 
"You think maybe the spirits are getting you ready for a new case?" she asked. 
"I'm thinking, maybe." 
We weren't wrong. 
Twenty seconds later, something fell on the hood of the car, making us both scream. It wasn't a coconut. It wasn't a bowling bowl. It wasn't a vagina or even an empathy belly. What fell on my hood and scared the heck out of both of us was a woman. At least, I thought she was. 
And she'd fallen out of the clear blue sky.

About the Author:
A.J. Llewellyn lives in California, but dreams of living in Hawaii. Frequent trips to all the islands, bags of Kona coffee in the fridge and a healthy collection of Hawaiian records keep this writer refueled.

A.J’s passion for the islands have led to writing a play about the last ruling monarch of Hawaii, Queen Lili’uokalani, plus a non-erotic novel about the overthrow of her kingdom written in diary form from her maid’s point of view.

AJ never lacks inspiration for male/male erotic romances and on the rare occasions this happens, pursue other passions such as collecting books on Hawaiiana, surfing and spending time with friends and animal companions.

A.J. Llewellyn believes that love is a song best sung out loud.

How to find/friend me:
Newsletter sign-up: ajllewellynnewsletter@gmail.com

I’m an app! Download my FREE A.J. Llewellyn App for Android here:  http://tinyurl.com/lkbc4wm

Monday, September 15, 2014

Breathless Monday: 'Ailani and Fire on Ice


Author Interview:

1. How did you start writing erotic romance?
Hi Erzabet, and thank you for having me here. My sorry little tale is that in 2007 I submitted the first three chapters of a mystery novel to a writing contest. I won! The first prize was the professional critique by a literary agent, but after giving me glowing praise-including the fact that I had a unique premise and protagonist -  he said I would never get it published because the mystery genre is a closed shop.  He suggested that I write erotic romance until my ship came in (he actually used this cliché) and after sulking for a couple of days, I got over that sucky review and looked into writing erotic romance.
I pitched Phantom Lover to a publisher and got a book contract the same day. BTW, that agent was wrong.  I sold that mystery novel. It was Wanted, book 1 in my Mingo McCloud Honolulu Mysteries series. There are six so far and I am working on book 7 now. It's one of my most popular series. So, never let criticism stop you. Take it all in, learn from it and move forward!
2. Plotter or pantster?
A mixture of both! I do let the characters control me, sigh...
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?
In the morning, a cup of coffee. In the afternoon, bottled water or tea.  The other two things are my cats. They always sit me.
4. Favorite food?
I love Asian foods. I love Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Filipino, Hawaiian...heck...I love exotic foods!
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
My newest release is with Breathless Press. 'Ailani is book 1 in my Last Warrior trilogy. It's fiction based on a little bit of fact. The last king of the Hawaiian island of Oahu had a fearsome band of warriors - a Hawaiian version of the knights of the round table. After breaking up with his lover, Lio, my main character discovers he had a past life as the last king's favorite warrior. I loved writing this book!
I love all my characters but I think my favorite is Kord, who becomes 'Ailani's lover. I don't want to blow the plotline so I will just say this. Not many men could handle falling in love with a guy whose past life from 200 years ago keeps interfering with the present. How would you handle it if you were in bed with your man and you're suddenly transported magically back to those times?
Kord is a gracious guy about it! I love him!

6. I write because I have to.
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
Anyone looking for love, who is dealing with real life, with problems and anxieties, but is willing to take a chance on true love.
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
To be honest, I love the scenes in 'Ailani. There's a table top sex scene I thought was killer! Also in my first book, Phantom Lover, I have my heroes Kimo and Lopaka making love on the edge of Kilauea Volcao as it's erupting. That was a hard scene to top!
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
Just do it. Read, read, read. Read everything. And write. Don't show partials to ANYBODY because you will get negative critiques that may not be helpful. Write your book and try not to edit too much until it's done. If you get stuck, you've gone off the track somewhere. Leave it alone for a day or two and reread it. You'll find where you went wrong. Repack the snowball and keep going.
Most of all, believe in yourself and the power of story. Keep calm and story on!
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
I mentioned above that I am working on book 7 of my Mingo McCloud series. It's called Hogtied and there's murder, marriage and mayhem for Mingo in this one. I am working on a new series with my frequent co-author, D.J. Manly. I am blessed. So much going on and I appreciate and value my career each and every day.
Please check my website www.ajllewellyn.com for updates, free short stories, and free blog stories. Thanks for having me here, Erzabet!
Readers can find 'Ailani: The Last Warrior here - it is available for pre-order:
http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=1&products_id=634&zenid=4d156ac214f9672a5b3bbddc498bb479
Synopsis:
After a bad breakup, Lio rents a cheap house with magical views. It seems the perfect solution, but the house has a haunted connection with an ancient statue. Once unearthed, it gives Lio the power of...THE LAST WARRIOR...
When Lio's lover cheats on him, he's forced to give up what he thought was the idyllic romance he's lived with Maks, including their stunning, scenic Waikiki apartment. He rents a cheap house with magical views on the other side of the island. So why is it so cheap? 
He soon becomes haunted by dreams in which a fearsome yet sexy Hawaiian man begs him to rescue him. Lio is certain he's going nuts until one night in the midst of a tropical rainstorm he follows the man's urgings and digs a hole in a church graveyard. He finds a gigantic, ancient stone statue with scary eyes...that soon gives Lio the power of...THE LAST WARRIOR...


Excerpt:
We shared a slice of the pie I'd never tried before. It was like eating a giant orange Creamsicle. That's when I remembered why Hau'ula was familiar. I'd come here many, many years ago on a school excursion.


"Isn't there a great trail into the rainforest around here?" I asked him. 
"Why, yes." He grinned at me. 
I recalled quite clearly going with my class. We'd bought ice creams from a portable ice cream stand as we were leaving. Orange Creamsicles. 
"Do you hike much?" I asked. 
"Every chance I get." 
"Wow, that's great." 
"You like to hike?" he asked, pushing the last bite of pie toward me. 
"Yeah, my ex hated it, though." 
"I'm always up for a hike," he said. "Give me a shout some time." 
Speaking of shouting, the volume rose considerably with some newcomers so we gave up our table. Outside, I inhaled a mouthful of sweet night air. 
He was giving me so many mixed signals, or so I thought. Sometimes he reached out to me, then pulled his hand away. I was certain he was staring at my mouth in a hungry way. I sure as hell wanted him to kiss me. He smiled at me a lot. Maybe he was being kind, but I felt certain we were on a date. When he took me to his own home, I didn't think I was wrong. His beach cottage sat right on the reef, and I was stunned by his uninterrupted view of the ocean. 
Kord's life seemed to be straight out of my childhood. Everything on the walls and sideboards was found art. He'd discovered gigantic shells, sea glass balls, bleached pieces of driftwood that almost looked like antlers. He'd even made a hammock out of an old fisherman's net. 
He showed me his home office, which took up most of the space. He pointed to the garage. "That's where I build stuff." 
I had a sense he didn't bring many people here. I almost felt glad I didn't see any chick stuff. His home spoke of a solitary existence. 
"Take a seat." He pointed outside. I swung in one of the aged rocking chairs on the lanai as he brought me a beer. Longboard. My favorite. 
"You had a recent breakup too," I said. "Isn't that what you told Marcella?" 
"Sure. It never works out for me with women." He scowled. 
"Why's that? You're a great guy. Handsome, hard-working—"
"Thanks. That's part of the problem. I love to work." 
The words swayed between us like a coconut palm. "I have a hard time with women because...because..." 
He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't want me to know he was bi. I sensed he didn't want to give me ideas. It was okay. I didn't need any. I was too busy licking my own wounds and couldn't have handled any confusion. 
When he dropped me home and kissed me on the lips, I felt my spirit and my body reacting. 
"Have a great night," he said, then watched as I let myself inside Dad's house. 
As I closed and locked the door behind me, I felt something shifting. I couldn't explain it as I leaned with my back against the blue stained-glass mermaid and felt her coolness seep into my hot skin. 
Aaaahhh...something had changed. Something good. I touched my lips. We'd had a great date. No, not a date. He was being kind. 
So why did he kiss me? 
We'd had a swell time. A gentle time. I hadn't had such a sweet evening with a man in a very long time. When I'd cleaned my teeth, I fell into bed. I could almost feel his dark hair on my face, his lips on mine. I tasted salty tears. Yeah...something was changing. I didn't know what. 
I dreamed of fishermen's nets, mad laughter, and mud. 
At around three o'clock in the morning, I awoke from a strange dream. 
No. They were not coming back. I wouldn't allow them to come back. Not the dreams. Not those ones. I closed my ears to the voices whispering... 
Remember...remember...
I worked very hard to forget. To think of nothing but the soft press of Kord's lips, wishing for more. So much more.

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 A.J. Llewellyn is an author whose obsession with myth, magic, love, and romance might have led to serious stalking charges had it not been for the ability to write. Thanks to the existence of some very patient publishers, A.J.'s days are spent writing, reading, and dreaming up new worlds. A.J. has definitely stopped Google-searching former boyfriends and given up all ambition to taste-test every cupcake in the universe to produce over 150 published gay erotic romance novels.
A.J. wants you to read them all.
You can find this author lurking on Facebook and Twitter—part-time class clown being another occupation. When not writing or reading, A.J.'s other passions include juggling, kite-boarding, and spending a fortune buying upgrade apps for Diner Dash.
Please connect with A.J. here at:
www.ajllewellyn.com
www.facebook.com/aj.llewellyn
www.twitter.com/ajllewellyn


Author Interview:
1. How did you start writing erotic romance?
·         Erotic romance is really a new territory for me. I started writing erotic based on a submission call that I had to write for. The story was demanding to be told, and I had to go with it. Generally, I am a heat 1-3 romance writer and that is definitely my comfort zone. But, that first story made me grow as a writer and I couldn't be more grateful. Now, I don't blush anymore when I write erotic. LOL.
2. Plotter or pantster?
·         Can I say both? Let me explain. When I get an idea, I have a small notebook that I write a very general outline in. It's one page at most, broken into chapters, scenes, and only important events. Total, it may be 400 words for a 15k novella. Then, I start writing. During my writing process the story may change, and I go with it. Then, I bring it back to the ending. That's the best way I can answer that. However, I have written entire shorts from nothing but sitting and typing as well. Some of those shorts have been written and edited in a day, and accepted in less than 48 hours. So, for me, either way works.
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?
·         Coffee cup, noise cancelling headphones, and usually a printed copy of the submission requirements for the story I'm writing. 
4. Favorite food?
·         Crab legs. But, when I can't get those, I'm an Alice Springs Chicken at Outback fan.
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
·         The hero Marcus was whispering in my ear when I saw my first live hockey game. He had a story, a great story. You see, Marcus is a great athlete in a manly sport, and he's gay. We had to find out how the world would react to his coming out.
6. I write because ____...
·         I write because of characters like Marcus. They beg for someone to hear their side of the story and tell it to others. I do my best and we are usually satisfied with the results.
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
·         Though this particular character doesn't appear in my newest release, I love to write about strong females. Females who know exactly what they want, how to survive, and how to love. These characters are great, because you know eventually something will happen that makes them see that they can't so it all alone and having a caring partner suddenly breaks them and they become better people.
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
·         I wrote a short story the other day that has two females as the leads. Their encounter was probably the sexiest I had ever written. It wasn't just sex. There was a raw emotion underlying everything. That emotion drove the scene and the outcome was very sexy.
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
·         There are so many publishers out there that are looking for erotica and romance. The field can be the easiest to break into. Just don't give up. Don't take a rejection personally. Open that rejected story, re-write, revise, have others beta read, and submit it somewhere else. Someone will want it. Just keep pushing.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
·         That short story I mentioned above with the two females, well I'm currently in the processes of editing it with a hired editor. I hired a cover artist, and I am well on my way to self-publishing. That's what's next. It's been an interesting learning experience.

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Author bio:
-       Lisa A. Adams writes from a little plot of country, tucked away in the North Carolina Sandhills. When she’s not writing, Lisa can be found in her sewing room, in a classroom, or at a local soccer field. When asked about her family, Lisa will be the first to tell you that they have been the backbone of not only her writing career, but anything she chooses to pursue as well. She has been married to her husband for over ten years, has five wonderful children, and two very spoiled cats.
Blurb:
-       Facing a firing squad of reporters accusing him of adultery with another player's wife, Marcus Zankoriewicz sees there's only one way out. He must make the announcement he knew would come one day.
But, this is hockey. Well known for its rough and manly men, Marcus must prepare himself for an on slaught of changes that threaten his career and love life.

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Book excerpt:
Marcus chuckled. "After all this time I ignored the questioning looks and there were still people whothat figured it out. I should have knownguessed."
"Don't get me wrong. You're definitely not flaming. In fact I bet my ass you're the hitter in the game."
Marcus grinned. "Really? You bet your ass?"
Justin rolled to his knees and stood in front of him. "Of course, you'll have to catch me first."