For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Melissa Schroeder. I write historical, contemporary and futuristic romances, with heat levels from sensual to erotic. My best-known series is my contemporary erotic romance Harmless series. A big thanks to Lissa for having me on her blog today!
The Harmless series is having its first committed ménage of the entire series. I have had scenes with ménages, but this is the first time I have three people in a relationship in the book. I have written an MMF before in my book The Last Detail, but this one is longer and much more involved.
I think the thing that surprised me the most was Rory. He was the newest character, only having been mentioned in A Little Harmless Fascination. Zeke and Maura had appearances in A Little Harmless Lie and A Little Harmless Fascination. The first part of their story will be told in the free story out later this month in Prelude to a Fantasy. So, Rory was my wildcard.
Rory and Zeke go way back to their teenage days in Ireland. Their affair started years before and has been off again and on again until recently. They’re now living together at the beginning of the book. Rory is the Dom in the relationship, but only with women. And that is the component in their relationship they are both missing. Both men are bisexuals and have enjoyed threesomes before, but they have never had anyone they knew well. When Rory realizes how much Zeke is still in love with Maura, he pulls her into the relationship with the idea that Zeke will “work her out of his system.” Then, things get interesting fast and mainly because of Rory.
Rory McAllister is a Dom in the extreme. His mother died when he was young and his father was a drunken bastard. There is just no other way to describe his father. So, he tries to control everything, hence the holiday ménage idea. One thing I didn’t expect was just how soft that gooey center was. Rory definitely shows the world a hard exterior. It was the only way he could survive the kind of childhood he had. Zeke knew it well. It was one reason I think Rory came back to him over the years. But with Maura, it seemed to strip away so much of the barriers he had constructed.
I thoroughly enjoyed watching him completely fall for Maura. I didn’t expect it to be so hard, so fast, but it was and I think it took both Rory and I by surprise. I hope that readers enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Melissa Schroeder is a military brat and military wife who fell in love with romance after accidentally picking up a Linda Howard book. Since her first release in 2004, she has had releases with eight publishers and has topped many bestseller charts, including A Little Harmless Sex that was named one of the top 100 Bestselling Nook Books of 2010. A Little Harmless Fantasy is her fiftieth release.
You can find Mel all over the web.
HARMLESS ADDICTS – Mel’s private reader group of Harmless readers. Contests, sneak peeks seen nowhere else, and parties at cons she attends.
HARMLESS SERIES PAGE
THE CURSED CLAN SERIES PAGE
Mel also writes as Kiera West.
I am putting out a prequel to A Little Harmless Fantasy called Prelude to a Fantasy. It is going to be a free story that tells about the night that Zeke and Maura started their relationship. As a reader, do you like free short prequels or sequels? Every commenter gets their name in the hat for a $25 GC!
Folly by Sabrina York: Scorching Erotic Regency with BDSM Elements
I’ve always been a sucker for the Regency era. I cut my teeth on of Jane Austen and Georgette Heyer. My shelves are jammed full of modern-day Regencies. I love the way the restrictions of the time made sensuality simmer under the surface.
Well, maybe no one else noticed it. But I did.
I couldn’t resist trying my own hand, writing a Regency—as prim and proper as I could manage.
Ahem. It’s an erotica. With BDSM elements.
I suppose that is as prim and proper as I could manage.
But hey. All the female characters wear gloves. At least part of the time. Part of the time they’re not wearing anything at all. I’ll let you guess which times.
I had so much fun writing this book, I turned around and wrote the prequel (Dark Fancy). And then fell in love with one of the secondary characters in that book. So I had to write Edward’s story too. And then (sigh) I had to write Violet’s story as well. Those books are in the works, and hopefully coming soon.
If you enjoy Regency romance that simmers under the covers, you will like Folly and its companion books. A lot. Here’s a taste:
Widowed and threatened with penury by her heartless in-laws, Eleanor, Lady Ulster hatches a plot to save herself. Determined to produce the Ulster “heir,” she seduces a stranger at tawdry masquerade. Little does she know, this magnificent masked lover is none other than her husband’s greatest nemesis. And God knows, Ulster had plenty.
Ethan Pennington is mortified to arrive at the Earl of Darlington’s house party and discover Lady Ulster in attendance. He has
wanted her and hated wanting her—his enemy’s bride—for years. When he overhears Eleanor’s predicament, and her plans to place a cuckoo in the Ulster nest, he is more than willing to oblige. The opportunity to finally have her, while taking the revenge he craves, is more than he can resist.
Ethan strikes a bargain with Eleanor, promising to provide her with the heir she so desperately needs…but requires she meet his
needs in return—every decadent one of them. When he realizes she is the mysterious stranger who stole his heart on a moonlit night, thoughts of revenge melt away beneath the hope for something more. A fleeting affair becomes a seductive courtship, and then a desperate pursuit as Ethan realizes…he is running out of time to win her.
An Excerpt From: FOLLY
Ethan carried Eleanor directly to his room, fully prepared to defend his actions, but they saw no one, not even a footman in the hall. Of course, he was moving fairly quickly. Hell. He had her in his arms, the most beautiful woman in the world. A woman he’d wanted—and hated wanting—from the instant he’d set eyes on her.
If he was being honest with himself—and now he could, because there was no reason left to lie—he’d dreamed about this moment. But it had always been just that. A dream. And a damn frustrating one to boot.
He’d fantasized about taking Ulster’s wife, punishing her for husband’s sins, making her beg and plead and weep for mercy, for his cock. He had, in the deep cloak of night, pleasured himself to visions of Eleanor tied to his bed or bent over the divan, languishing beneath the lash. But mostly, whimpering with pleasure beneath him.
But now, Ulster was dead. Eleanor was in his arms, compliant. Wanting him. Wanting him to fuck her. It was no longer a fantasy or a vague imagining. She was warm and heavy in his embrace, and he was minutes away from finally having her.
The anticipation was excruciating.
Still, when he reached his room, he didn’t toss her on the bed and mount her, as the beast inside him urged. No. He wanted this to last. He wanted this to linger. He wanted to ratchet up the tension…for both of them.
Gently, he set her on her feet in the center of the room and headed for the table by the window, bearing an assortment of decanters. He poured himself a drink and then threw himself into the armchair by the fire, facing her, reveling in the fact she was here. In his room, his lair.
She stood silently, quivering slightly.
Exultation—that of a predator who had finally captured his prey—lashed through him.
“Take down your hair.”
She did so, pulling out the pins, one after the other until the heavy mass cascaded down her slender back. He stared at it, transfixed. He wanted nothing more than to wrap it around his fist and bring it to his nose and draw in her scent. But first…
“Remove your dress.”
She blushed and showed him her back. “I cannot.”
Rage and bitter disappointment flashed through him. “My lady, we have a bargain. You must do as I say.”
She glanced back at him, over her shoulder, and shot him a shy smile, a tentative offering. She lifted her hair, revealing a long line of tiny buttons running from her neckline to her hips. “I cannot take off my dress. You will have to unbutton me.”
Scalding lust replaced his rage in an instant. He was rock hard in a breath.
He swallowed a sudden pool of drool in his mouth. Bounding from his chair, he bolted across the room to her side.
The buttons were tiny and, truth be told, his fingers shook, but he managed—somehow—to undo them. He stroked the creamy vee of skin he revealed with the first few. A thrill shot through him, straight to his balls, when she quivered at his touch.
He was possessed, suddenly, of the urge to hold one side of the garment in each fist and rip. But he didn’t. For one thing, that would end this too quickly and he didn’t want to end this quickly. Instead, he satisfied his roiling hunger by nibbling on the back of her neck, licking and sucking on her nape as he blindly fumbled for the next button. And the next. When the gown opened far enough, he turned her and, slowly, drawing his palms over her shoulders, nudged the dress off. He swallowed as, bit by bit, her graceful shoulders were revealed. Then her chest.
Damn. She wore a chemise.
But her breasts, swollen and pert, were visible through the sheer material. Her nipples, puckered and fat, taunted him. Unable to resist, he thumbed a taut peak. She moaned, which brought his gaze up to her face.
God. She was beautiful, her lashes fanning her cheeks like sooty moons, her lips slightly parted and damp, her nostrils flared.
“Do you like that?” he whispered.
She colored. A red tide crept up her cheeks giving her a rosy glow.
Had he ever thought her cold? How had he ever decided she was reserved?
He could tell she was aroused. It was evident in her short, hard gasps, the trembling in her form, the rising scent of lust. It nearly drove him mad.
But he returned to his chair and sat, facing her once more. A whole room away.
It nearly killed him.
Her eyes flew open at his withdrawal. He nodded curtly in her direction. “There. You’re unbuttoned. Finish the job yourself.” Because, God, he wanted to watch her undress. For him.
She swallowed and nodded and let the dress fall to the floor.
He ground his teeth, bit his tongue, curled his hand into a fist around the arm of the chair. Anything to keep him from flying across the room, taking her in his arms and planting himself inside her.
No. He sat there in the plush chair and watched as she revealed herself to him. For once her dress fell, she lifted her chemise. His heart thudded in his chest—in his cock—as her creamy belly, her abdomen and finally, her breasts were bared.
God. She was beautiful.
She pulled the chemise all the way off and let it fall to the floor. Let her gaze fall as well. She peeped up at him, standing there in nothing but her drawers.
“Finish it.” His voice was as rough and uneven as gravel.
She hesitated only for a heartbeat then hooked her thumbs into the waistband and tugged her drawers off.
At the sight of that silken triangle damp with dew, his heart stuttered.
She was naked.
In his room.
Folly releases in just a couple days—October 31st. Visit my bookshelf at sabrinayork.com or my Ellora’s Cave Author Page to read excerpts from all my books.
What’s next? Training Tess, a scorching BDSM contemporary releases November 28th and Dark Fancy, the prequel to Folly, an erotic Regency with BDSM elements is coming soon.
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Whenever I meet someone new and mention I’m a novelist, their first question is often, “Where do you get your ideas?” I’m absolutely shameless and will scavenge for inspiration everywhere. I could be out shopping and overhear an intriguing conversation. While doing research for one book, I’ll find ideas for several more. I love going to the movies, and a minor character might spark my imagination and take me in a completely new direction. I keep a notebook to jot down the ideas flowing around me before they’re forgotten. I also record my dreams.
Last night I had a vivid dream that would make a great scene in a thriller. It was at the seashore on a cold and windy day. A woman was standing on a rocky ledge shouting to a man in the water who appeared to be holding a child. He could have been rescuing her, or threatening to drown her. The noise of the surf made it impossible to hear the shouts between them. Suddenly, the man let go of the child and swam away. The woman dove into the freezing water and grabbed what she thought was her beloved child, but it was only a crudely made doll with features inked on a pale cotton face. She’d been fooled by the doll’s long black hair floating on the water and been cruelly tricked.
I woke up then and while I thought I’d recall the dream in the morning, I got up and made some notes just to be certain. It was such a good scene, sharp, emotional, possibly tragic, and I could create a story of a kidnapping, or custody dispute with an unbalanced spouse. The point is, I didn’t just roll over and think I’d recall it in the morning. I caught it while it was hot.
When great ideas fall into your lap, as in a dream, or from your own experience, add them to your great idea file and keep them. Whenever I hear someone say they can’t think of anything to write, I always wonder why they don’t have a file or notebook full of ideas to spark their imagination.
History is filled with conflict and a rich source for ideas. I had the pleasure of touring Scandinavia and fell in love with Viking culture. There are wonderful museums with beautiful thousand-year-old artifacts that provide excellent detail to make a story come alive. There is a museum in Oslo with the Oseberg ship found in a burial mound. It’s complete down to the intricate carvings and is a marvelous thing to see. There’s another Viking ship museum in Roskilde, Denmark. In approximately 1070, the five ships were sunk in the harbor to protect the city from invasion. They were excavated in 1962 and are displayed in a stark modern building on the coast. Standing beside them I felt an eerie sensation, as though the ships were haunted by the men who’d sailed them.
My October Retro Release from Samhain is BY LOVE ENSLAVED, a Viking tale with a young woman charged with the responsibility of taming a Celtic slave. He promises to follow her every command, if she’ll take him for her lover.
First published in 1989, it’s long been a fan favorite, and I’m thrilled to have it available as an ebook.
I’ll send a pdf copy to someone who comments. Do you ever have dreams, or experiences you could turn into books? Have you done so? Make sure you leave a valid contact email.
Please come to my website, www.phoebeconn.com for details about my latest releases.
(Be honest… do you know what a chesterfield is?)
Up until Half Blind, all of my written works were set in the United States. I love New York as a locale for the fantastic. It’s one of those cities where – for all we know – crazy supernatural stuff is going on behind the scenes all the time and never comes up because the population is so huge and vibrant that it can easily camouflage something that would otherwise stand out like a drag queen in a convent.
But with Half Blind, I wanted to do something closer to home. I’m passionately Canadian, and I decided that it was about time to move my setting north. My main character, Ashley Brandon, is an agent of the Canadian Supernatural Investigation Team and works out of Vancouver. I didn’t think it would be a big deal. Vancouver is safe. It’s reputation for being the ‘North Hollywood’ has given most people at least a peripheral awareness of its existence (if not, and you’re a fan of Supernatural, then this is the place where you can come and stalk Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki while they’re filming). So yeah, Vancouver.
What I failed to take into consideration was that basing a book in Canada would suddenly be accompanied by a hundred small tidbits I accidentally slipped into the story because they made sense in context. Like mentioning Tim Horton’s. Don’t get me wrong, I’m at heart a Starbucks kind of girl, but there’s something about an early morning that demands Tim’s. And I took for granted that anyone who read Half Blind would understand the driving need for a Tim Hortons breakfast sandwich and a double-double (coffee: two cream, two sugar) that leads to people getting in line behind twenty cars in the drive thru for their morning fix. (What you don’t see in the picture is that the line up wraps around the other side of the building as well as the twelve cars behind me). Now, I know there are Tim Horton’s in the USA, but I’m not sure how far the coffee worship really extends.
I suddenly had to become aware of the lingo I was using, which quickly came to be referred to as my ‘Random Canadianisms’ while we were editing Half Blind. A ticket butt? Changed to a stub. A chesterfield? Changed to a couch. A parkade? Changed to a parking garage. I thought I’d been good when I’d managed to stop my characters from dropping the occasional ‘eh’ (this particular tic, by the way, is not an exaggeration… I use it all the time; it’s practically punctuation), but there were a ton of small adjustments that had to be made just for readability and to make sure the message I was trying to convey got across without confusing anyone.
Don’t even get me started on the spelling. Somehow, setting the book in Vancouver seemed to give me free rein to insert the letter u into far too many places and swap my rs and es. So that was fun fixing. Thank goodness for CTRL+H.
That being said, at the end of the day it felt good to set a story in Canada. And really, there weren’t a whole lot of huge differences. The story wasn’t really impacted. The romance felt just as real and genuine as it would have had I based it anywhere else. Sure, I mentioned Gas Town instead of Brooklyn, but the characters and feel remained essentially the same. Besides a few small quirks, Canadians and Americans (and really, everyone else in the world) aren’t all that different. Sure, we might have a disconnect when I try to describe the visceral pleasure of pressing a twoonie into the palm of a Tim Horton’s worker in exchange for my morning caffeine fix, but we can all understand how passionate arguments between two people can result in an equally passionate romance, and I think we all hope for the eventual happily ever after.
What do you think? If you’re one of the lucky residents of the ten States that have a Tim’s, is it the sort of religious experience (most) Canadians enjoy, or it is just another coffee joint? Tell you what, give me your best stories. Canadianisms vs. Americanisms. Your most random encounter with someone on the other side of the border (both Canadian and American). I’ll even send one commenter a bag of Tim’s Fine Grind so you can make your own decisions (if you live in America) or sleep in a little bit more on a weekend if you’re Canadian – come on, it’s not like I’d ask you to give up your drive thru fix on a weekday.
Half Blind comes out October 16, 2012.
Christine Price lives with her family Edmonton, AB. Her fascination with the written word began at a young age with a one-page story titled “My Mother is a Werewolf” and took off from there. In her spare time, she enjoys unfortunate puns, good books, borderline decent wine and making contingency plans for a zombie apocalypse. (Believe it or not, this used to be an unusual pastime!)
Christine loves hearing from her readers and can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org via email or on the Web at www.christinepricewrites.com.
You can also follow her on Twitter at www.twitter.com/CPriceIsWrite. Sometimes, she’s interesting!
Well, people, it’s been ages but…I HAVE A BOO!! For those not up on the most modern lingo (like yours truly until just a few minutes ago) that means I am dating. This is a major squeeee moment considering I have been single since my children were two and four years old and they’ve just hit their twenties. In fact, the newly-overwith dry spell can be credited with giving me inspiration for my book, Caramel Kisses.
Many would think the book was about cooking or desserts or something. But in fact, it’s about a woman who has spent her life taking care of her younger sister and making her own way up the corporate ladder. Now that her sister has her own career, what’s stopping this woman from going forward with her own life? The answer: fear. Total, utter and abject fear.
What if it doesn’t work out? What if she made a poor choice in her mate? What if, what if, what if, what if…?
If we let it, fear of the unknown, fear of the new, or fear of the ‘damn, I haven’t seen or done this in ages’ can keep us from discovering something magical and fantastic.
So, I’m going to put my new beau and my family on the hook and ask them to help me with this blog post.
TJ: You’re an active duty military dude and a total bad ass. What are some of the things that you fear?
Mr. TJ: Failure.
TJ: Failure? But why?
Mr. TJ: Because when we fail, people die. Sometimes when we succeed people still die. The worst thing is to fail.
That was an eye opener. So, I moved on to my family.
TJ: What is the biggest thing you fear?
Son: To not leave an imprint on the world. If I don’t do something to make the world better, I’m afraid I’ll feel like I was just a useless person.
Daughter: Letting people down and being replaced because I’m not good enough.
TJ: I don’t understand.
Daughter: For example, what if I’m really good at business, but then I get fired because someone better comes along. Or if I’m in a relationship and I’m not meeting the person’s needs then I’ll be alone. It’s the idea that your all isn’t good enough.
Hope-to-be-daughter-in-law: To be unwanted.
Well, that needed no explanation.
On the flip side, you can face a fear and defeat it if you know what it is, right? And I can happily say that everyone I spoke to is charging forward in their lives.
And the awesome heroine in Caramel Kisses did the same. By choosing to overcome her fear of failing in her relationship, though she was long out of practice, she went on to have a truly happy ever after.
I think I’ll do the same.
What about you? Leave a comment answering my question along with a valid contact email and you’ll have a chance at winning an ecopy (either Kindle or Nook) of Caramel Kisses. I’ll pick a name (or Lissa’s PA Brandy will) in a couple of days.
Links to Caramel Kisses:
Website | Amazon | BN