Happy Breathless Monday! Welcome back Spencer Dryden. Today he brings a holiday Flirt called Then, One Frozen Christmas Eve. Take it away Spencer!
1. How did you start writing erotic romance? With pen and paper then I switched to
my laptop where I do most of my writing now. Seriously though, I had
aspirations of writing non-fiction for a long time and in another life I wrote
regularly for professional trade journals. I never was an avid fiction reader
so I didn't give much consideration to writing fiction. Then one day I find
myself at 62 thinking that I better try some of the things I've dreamed about
or I'm going to go to my grave with nothing for the people at my wake to talk
about. I started writing some fiction-short stories. A friend who is an
accomplished playwright read my stuff and told me I should be writing fiction.
I have been enchanted by female allure all my life so writing erotica was a
natural attraction for me.
2. Plotter or pantster? Panster but trying to become a
plotter. I write mainly short works. I'd like to expand but know I'll have to
get comfortable plotting.
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk? My
laptop, a notebook where I keep hard copies of drafts , and a box of kleenex.
4. Favorite food? I'm going to say Brussel sprouts, not
because I like them, I don't, but I'm trying not to think about cookies-my favorite
food. I've put on a bunch of weight in the last two years and I know I've got
to be eating more Brussel sprouts and fewer cookies.
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character
in the book really spoke to you? "Then, One Frozen Christmas Eve", is
a short story in my growing collection of tradesmen stories. My MC (Don Palmer)
is a heating technician sent out on a job on freezing cold Christmas Eve. He meets a woman (Becky) who is in danger of
freezing to death without the furnace he can't repair. When he discovers she
has no money and no place to go he invites her to stay with him. She is
immediately attracted to him and being a bold woman, begins to turn on the
heat. Don suffers from terrible feelings
of sexual inadequacy, so he misses the cues. He fantasizes about a romantic
connection with Becky but doubts his sex appeal. Don is a lot like me in my single years.
6. I write because ____it is a fun safe way of living out
may fantasies. As an erotic writer I can sleep with any woman I want and my
wife could care less. How cool is that?
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
My favorite type of character is an ordinary guy, typically a tradesman, a
little bit clueless, who falls into the orbit of a sexually assertive woman.
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote? I think it's
the love scene in my recent flirt, "Love Above See Level". I have a
tall girl teaching a shorter man how to make love to her. I have a thing for
tall women.
9. What advice would you give new authors in the
erotica/romance field? Concentrate on telling a story, hopefully a compelling
story and make the sex a natural part of the story rather than the center of
attention.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon? I have another of
my handyman tales due out in January, a novella, "The Substitute".
I've been working on a mermaid story for a long time that I hope to get
accepted for publication.
Blurb:
On a freezing cold Christmas Eve, a
broken furnace unites a lonely heating technician and his client who is forced
out of her home.
On a snowy, frigid Christmas Eve in
Minnesota, a heating technician makes an emergency call to a townhome without
heat. Don is unable to repair the unit and tells Becky, the occupant, she must
vacate the premises and stay in a hotel for her own safety. Becky breaks down
and tells Don she has no money and no place to go. She has no friends or family
locally and has maxed out her credit cards relocating from San Diego. Don
invites her to stay with him until the furnace can be replaced.
Don is smitten by her good looks and
warm, inviting manor. He begins to fantasize about a romantic connection, but
is restrained by a crippling fear of his sexual inadequacy. Safe at his
apartment, Becky turns up the heat on the shy divorcee. Can she melt his fears
of intimacy and give him an unforgettable Christmas?
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Excerpt:
It was more than
the combination of fear and hope in her eyes. I see that all the time as a
heating and cooling technician. It was something else. Something erotic that
made my cock stir as I stepped into her chilly townhome. My cock was buried
under three layers of warm clothing—it was twenty-four cock-shrinking degrees
below zero outside—but there had always been a path from eyes to cock. Usually
it was a luscious pair of breasts pouring from a peek-a-boob shirt, or a firm,
round ass that flashed the go code from eyes to groin. All fair-weather
sightings. She was so deeply layered in mismatched clothing there was no sign
of her sexuality, except for her sparkling blue eyes that quickly changed from
fearful to full of mirth and a hint of lust. They were stroking my cock.
This surreal
moment had been orchestrated by mother nature, who decided on December 23 to
dump a paralyzing thirty inches of snow on Minneapolis, followed the next day,
Christmas Eve, by an artic blast locals call a Polar Vortex. It drags extremely
cold air directly from the North Pole. This isn't the cold of some cutesy
Hallmark Channel romance movie where a couple trapped in quaint cabin by a
winter snow rekindle an old love between commercials for Viagra and pain
relievers. This is bone-chilling, mind-numbing, dangerous cold, where just a
few minutes of unprotected exposure causes severe frostbite. It's one of the
reasons we native Minnesotans aren't all that fashionable six months out of the
year. We'd rather be warm than look hot.
My employer, a
big heating and air-conditioning contractor, had cancelled all Christmas
vacation requests the minute the snow started flying. Didn't matter. The
airport and interstate highways were closed. Without a four-wheel drive tank
like my service truck, negotiating city streets was difficult, if not
impossible.
Heating systems were failing due to the
extreme conditions. It made the cash register ring for my employer. As much as
I hated it, the crisis offered me lots of overtime, earning pay at time and a
half. I even volunteered to be on call for Christmas Day, which paid triple
time. I didn't have anywhere else to go anyhow. My wife left me for my best
ex-friend Ray six months ago. Sometimes in the quiet of the evening, I still
heard her gasping in ecstasy as I came through the front door. I was home
early, only to find her beneath Ray, her legs splayed wide as he rammed her
furiously. She never made that kind of joyful noise when we made love. It took
my breath and my heart. I had turned on my heel and walked out.
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
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