WAIT! I’m writing a book!

As most readers will have worked out from my books, I love summer, the hot weather, the beach, and walking through national parks. For some years I’ve enjoyed swimming at a local, large Aquatic Center.

One day as I was swimming up and down in my lane (the slow lane, sadly, not the fast lane, or even the medium lane), I started thinking that an Aquatic Center would be a mighty fine place to meet Mr. Right. After all, there’s plenty of brawny, naked chests, quite a lot of young, good-looking, ultra-fit life guards, and lots of sweaty, delicious muscles in the gym. The only surprising part of my decision was that I hadn’t thought of doing it long ago.

So I started writing the “Wet and Willing” series right there and then (in my head) as I swam. I expected it to be a paranormal series, as I’ve been writing a lot of paranormal stories lately, but the characters stayed firmly fixed in the here and now, showing no unusual abilities, remaining stolidly contemporary. Not a werewolf in sight. Hey, that’s okay. Half the time I just take dictation from demanding characters anyway.

But then the unthinkable happened. The management of the Aquatic Center announced it was closing so they could undertake a major upgrade, and all the members had to find somewhere else to exercise for the eighteen months construction would take.
WAIT!! Just wait a minute. You can’t close the Aquatic Center! I’m in the middle of writing a series of books!!! Eighteen months! The readers would kill me if I took eighteen months off in the middle of it!

Fortunately for my peace of mind, we were given passes to another Aquatic Center, a little farther away, but just as big and exciting. So the series, “Wet and Willing” was written. Thank god!

Each of these books is a complete story in itself, but previous characters return for cameo appearances in later books.

Book 1: "Woman in Hot Water" blurb:
Unemployed and homeless, Kendra gets a job at the local Aquatic Center. Her new boss, Osborne, is very yummy, but he’s partnered to Jordan. When she’s offered a threesome with two such delicious men, how can she say no? And with so many opportunities to see their semi-naked bodies, being a good girl is not that easy either. Fun on the waterslide, a hot time in the sauna, slick, gleaming muscles in the gym...
When Jordan deduces that Kendra is sleeping in her car, the men ask her to stay in their guest room. She’s hesitant, but allows them to persuade her. Despite the best sex of her life, Kendra is determined to move into an apartment of her own as soon as possible, so she goes house-hunting. The men don’t like either of the places she chooses. She can’t risk losing her job but values her independence too.

STORY EXCERPT

“It’s a damn good thing I’m not too tall,” Kendra McIntyre muttered softly to herself as she untangled her body from the sleeping bag on the backseat of her old car. She peeked out the rear window through one bleary eye, pleased to see no people around but quite a few cars scattered about the cinema parking lot.
She sat up, slipping her shoes on, then brushed her hair and tied it up in a ponytail. Now to find a place where she could shower and change her underwear. The first three days after she’d been thrown out of her apartment because her roommate wanted her boyfriend to move in, Kendra had used a free trial gym membership pass. That was awesome because not only did she get to try out all the equipment, and use their showers, but also if she went early enough in the morning, she got a free breakfast as well.
The next two days she’d visited various malls, but washing there was problematic as there were too many people and no shower stalls. She’d ended up filling her water bottle with hot water, stealing the soap from the sink, and trying to wash in a toilet stall. Today she planned to try out the local swimming pool. For a start, it opened at six a.m., so she figured she could spend plenty of time in the showers and wash her hair as well.
Her car was almost out of gas, and her bank account was almost empty, but she’d have to put ten dollars of fuel in her car if she was to continue job hunting. The problem was everyone wanted fifteen-year-olds to do the type of jobs she was looking for—retail and hospitality. She still had two more funeral homes to apply to for a job as a professional mourner though. She was positive that being in her midtwenties would be better than being a teenager for those positions. Besides, funerals almost always had coffee and something to eat after them, and her food budget was even lower on her priority list than her gas budget.
Her panties and bra were still a little damp. She’d washed them out the night before and laid them on a towel on the dashboard of her car, but they weren’t dry enough to wear. Still, she couldn’t leave them there in daylight. Hopefully, there’d be hot air blowers at the swimming pool and she could finish drying them then.
She set her cell phone to recharge as soon as she turned her car engine on. Every time she saw an electrical outlet, she plugged her cell phone in, but it was never long enough to recharge it fully. However, it still had two bars, so should last long enough to answer a call about a job. If she was offered one. Certainly she wouldn’t be using it to call anyone herself. There was no budget for that.
Dammit, she needed a job right now. Then she could get an apartment. Then, possibly even a life. She grinned at herself. Yeah sure. Men would fall all over themselves to date her. Like hell they would. She was at least ten pounds overweight, her hips needed trimming, and so did her hair. She sighed. No budget for a hairstylist either.

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Writing about the Seasons

Until I was asked to write on this topic I had no idea I did it. But I do. So…

I have two stories set at Christmas. One is a short MM story about two men who meet while rehearsing for a Christmas musical presentation (“Noticing Nigel”). Most of the action takes place inside, but there is mention that it’s cold, but fine, when they leave the conference center for lunch.
The other story, also an MM, (“Perfectly Presented”) involves shopping for gifts for disadvantaged children. The weather is very cold, but not snowing.

I have one story set at midsummer (“Turning Up the Heat”). The hot weather is very much part of the plot of that story, and the fact that an air-conditioner is running all day. I have another story set on summer vacation at the beach (“Summer Sizzle”). The heat is not mentioned, but they swim, so it’s obviously not cool.

But all the rest of my books? I confess the weather is usually fine if the characters are outdoors. It may not be warm, but it’s not too cold to go walking, and it never seems to snow.

Clearly I’m missing some of the seasons. I obviously need to think of the possibilities of what characters could do on a cold, snowy day. Likely, they wouldn’t be shoveling the walk!

I do use the scents of being outdoors. The sweet smell of flowers, the scent of barbecue wafting across the air, and the refreshing sensation of a cool breeze on sweaty skin after some hot outdoor sex.

In a Halloween story (“Dogged Pursuit”) the characters are under the trees down by the river in the evening. The season there is important, as it adds a sharp edge of expectation to the story. The “what if” factor.
In different books my characters go hiking, or just for a walk. They climb sand dunes and hills, They swim at the beach. In one story a character with a broken leg does rehabilitation exercises at a local swimming pool (“Rose’s Renaissance”). In another book the two heroes actually meet at a swimming pool (“Fire and Light”).

I love plants, flowers, gardens, so several of my books are set around those features. In one the triad goes on vacation to a resort (“Double Satisfaction”). In another they work at a botanical garden (“Blooming Love”). In “Rock Hard”, the action of most of the story is set in the gardens.

“Burning For You” is a little different. The romance starts on the fire stairs in the corporate building where Blair, Kurt and Alex all work. During a fire drill.

“Burning For You” blurb.

Blair, Alex, and Kurt meet in the stairwell of their office building during a fire drill. They go to Kurt’s condo to soak their aching muscles in hot tub. The building may not be burning, but they are, for each other. After a wild night of sex, Kurt, Alex and Blair want to spend all their free time together. Alex hates his job, and wants to leave. The three want to move in together. So many decisions to make. And what was the point behind the fire drill anyway?


WARNING ADULT EXCERPT
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"Mmm," she murmured. His lips were very soft and hot, dropping feather-light touches on her skin.
He turned her head to the side and licked the shell of her ear, flicking his tongue inside before sucking on the earlobe.
"God, that's hot."
"I'm glad you like it."
He moved his head lower, cupped a breast with one hand, and sucked the nipple into his mouth. She arched up, pressing her breast deeper into his mouth, and his arm wrapped around her back to tease up and down her spine. He sucked her nipple deep and scraped his teeth across it, causing a spark of need to flare directly from her breast to her core.
With his body pressed against hers, she could feel him responding to Alex's finger in his ass. Or possibly fingers. She couldn't tell exactly what was going on, but she knew Kurt was enjoying it, from the way the tiny hairs on his arms were standing up, and the way he softly hissed in a breath from time to time. Just touching Kurt's body with hers, knowing that Alex was touching Kurt too, was cranking the heat and desire in her up to impossibly high levels.
Kurt licked along the line between her breasts, and she felt his whole body shiver. Daringly she stretched her arm around him and ran her hand over Alex's arm. Oh God, that was sexy.
Kurt raised his head again and took her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue deep inside. She played with his tongue, licking inside his mouth. For long moments their tongues danced furiously together, then Kurt lifted his head.
"I'm ready. If my cock doesn't get inside someone soon, it'll burst."
"We can't let that happen. It'd be a terrible waste," she gasped.
Kurt sat up and rolled the condom Alex handed him down his shaft. Alex did the same thing, before squeezing lube on his condom.
"Ready, Blair?"
"Hell, yes."
With one long, powerful thrust, Kurt slammed into her, his cock spreading her open, dragging along her walls, filling her perfectly, until he was balls deep inside her.

He held quite still, and Blair watched over his shoulder as Alex entered Kurt. She couldn't actually see his cock pushing into Kurt's dark channel, but it was evident as Alex pressed closer and closer to Kurt, and Kurt's body was throbbing over hers.
Then Alex grabbed hold of Kurt, and Kurt held her, and the two men moved together. Every stroke Alex made into Kurt was reflected in the strokes of Kurt into her.


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World Building

The first book in my new series, “Possessive Passions”, has just been released from Siren BookStrand. “Shared Possession” is set in an entirely new world. In this world all the brothers marry one wife. They abduct her and make love to her all night long. Then, if she agrees—and the marriage isn’t legal unless she freely agrees—they are all married the next day.
The society has to be hidden, not just because it’s polyandrous, but because polyandry means they are comparatively wealthy. With several men to provide for each woman and her children, no one is ever left in need.
Because they are a close-knit community all kinds of support is available to everyone.
Such comparative wealth and happiness has meant in the past that the outside world has become jealous of them, so that’s another reason to keep themselves mostly hidden.
I had a lot of fun creating this world and all the people in it, deciding on the structure of the buildings, their traditions, foods, and economic system.
I had to keep detailed notes as people reappeared in the three books and the geography couldn’t change. But being able to make things up as I went along was awesome.

Shared Possession” Blurb:
Chevaunne is abducted by three brothers who take her to a new world where brothers share one wife, who is their treasured possession. Jim, Sam, and Paul have waited years to find the perfect woman, and when they see Chevaunne, they know immediately she is the one for them.
After a mind-blowing night with the three men, Chevaunne marries them the next day in front of the entire community. Now she has to learn a totally new life—a new culture, new ways of doing everything. But the sex is amazing, her men are considerate and loving, and Chevaunne is making friends and settling in.
Soon, though, she begins to wonder if she’s losing her mind. No matter how happy she is, she was kidnapped, after all! What was she thinking when she agreed to stay?

Shared Possession story excerpt

Chevaunne became aware she was aching deliciously in all sorts of places that had been neglected for far too long. Both her previous boyfriends had been fellow workers at the hospital, one a doctor, the other an admin assistant. The relationship with the doctor had gradually fizzled out when their schedules never seemed to have them off work at the same time, and she’d decided she wanted a lot more than the occasional fuck against the supply room wall. The other relationship had ended in a blaze of anger when she’d discovered he was only dating her “because nurses know how to give good head.”
So why was she feeling so well-used and relaxed when she had no current boyfriend?
Chevaunne wriggled down a little deeper under the covers and felt the hard bodies lying on either side of her. Suddenly, she was wide-awake. Oh, shit! That hadn’t been a dream. I really was kidnapped by three brothers and agreed to marry them, then had my brains fucked out over and over again.
Her eyes flew open, and she sat up in the bed. Yep, three men. Jim, Sam, and Paul. And she’d agreed to marry them. She needed to see a psychiatrist right now and get her head examined!
Two gentle hands pulled her over onto a hard body. “Morning, beautiful lady.”
That was Paul. He’d called her that last night.
All three of them kissed her, and hands slid over her body, teasing her breasts, cupping her mound, touching her gently along her ribs and down her side. Lust exploded in her and cream dripped onto her inner thighs. I can’t possibly have sex again. I’ve never had so many orgasms in one night in my life before! There’s no way I could do it again so soon. Or is there?
Regret sounded strongly in his voice as Jim said, “We would enjoy making love to you again, but we don’t want you to be too sore. This morning we must say our vows to the Justice of the Peace and our monk, Father Yeshe. Come and shower now, then we need to have breakfast and get dressed.”
Jim took her to the bathroom and showed her where the shampoo and soaps were kept and pointed out the pile of towels to her, and then he left her alone.
Chevaunne shut the door and sank onto the commode. Actually, one of the two commodes. There were two sinks as well, plus the biggest tub she’d ever seen. Dazedly, Chevaunne shook her head. Her brain was still trying to grasp what she’d done. Had she really agreed to marry three men? How did that work? I’m pretty sure that’s not legal, but then neither is kidnapping. So who is this JP we’re seeing? Why see a JP when one woman marrying three men isn’t legal?
It was all too much to think about, and her tummy was rumbling. She hadn’t eaten supper, and she’d burned off a lot of calories last night. She grinned as she remembered the fantastic sex and stepped into the shower.

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