sexy book time

I love to write and read romance be it sweet or erotic. Throw in some danger, some laughs and some hotties! There has to be love and commitment involved. And I better get a happy ending!

Guilty Pleasures and Active Dogs

Guilty pleasures, we all have them. I certainly have mine. One of which involves the admiration of a young, fit man’s body. I don’t ogle, I certainly don’t touch, but living in a large military town, young, fit men are everywhere. I consider it my patriotic duty to appreciate all they work they have put into being a lean, mean, fighting machine. When my husband was living he didn’t mind my…ahem rubbernecking. As an erotica author I like to call it research or at the least inspiration.

One such inspiration lives near my evil-day-job office. I work at a building that sits on a short dead end road. Across from our office is a large open field. For the better part of two years, every morning on my drive in, I have had the pleasure of noticing a young man and his dog as he jogged and played catch with his lucky dog in the open field. We have taken to waving politely at each other as I drive by, trying not to be too creepy as I enjoy the view of his sculpted, sweating abs. This man is out there no matter the weather. I have seen him running in rain, sleet, snow and lately our oppressive Tennessee heat. He is more dependable than our mailman. It always makes my day when this attractive young fellow waves at this woman “of a certain age”, my co-workers, all women, have taken to calling him my “man.” Of course I tell them that I just happen to admire his dedication to the health and well-being of his dog.

So you can imagine my surprise, when I was getting out of the car one morning and it just happened to be at the same time he was jogging by. I heard his sexy deep voice say, “Good morning ma’am.” I managed to mutter back something similar as I literally floated into work, vowing Marcia Brady style that I would never wash my ears again. Yeah I know, I choose to ignore the ma’am part, he’s military they all say that. I’m sure it has nothing to do with the fact I’m 30+ years his senior. I love living in this town, and it's my honor to appreciate all our young fighting men and yes women. It's my pleasure to be guilty as hell when it comes to being in awe of a good looking man and his active dog.

Just Like Making a Cake?


So recently one of my many cousins asked, "so how exactly do you write an erotic book?"

I could have told her about all the hours I sit in front of a computer screen and re-read, re-write over and over again, always doubting what I've done. Is it good? Will anyone like it? But instead I told her it was kind of like making a cake. Not one of those from a box where you add a couple of eggs, some water and some oil. But instead one of those cakes in Aunt Mavis's recipe box. One of those cakes that has lots of yummy ingredients. A cake that has been made over and over again for generations. The kind of cake that will take a little longer, but be worth it in the end.


First you have to start with an idea, maybe this will work I think as I start to gather my supplies. Throw in a couple of characters, in my case a male and a female. They have to be unforgettable. They have to crawl into your head and make you want to complete this story. Make you want to eat this cake. Add in a few eggs for plot, it will help hold everything together, otherwise it's just two people having sex and that's just porn, not erotica. Throw in a few dashes of spice, some hot sex scenes, maybe secondary characters, a little danger, a little humor and a lot of love. Stir it together and put it in the oven to bake, translation send it to an amazing Editor. When it comes out, find a cover artist with an eye for hotness, this is just the sweet icing on the cake/book. Then send it out to the world for a nibble. Fingers crossed that everyone likes it. A piece of cake...right?