Welcome to BRB, everyone! My guest today is a relatively new author that's currently chosen to self-publish. It's nice to have you here, C.E. I always enjoy hosting authors who are into self-publishing, so let's begin. :) What genre do your currently write? And, is
there a genre you'd like to write, but haven't tried yet?
Currently, I write erotic romance.
I'm fairly happy where I am, but I find that over time, I want to create more
complex plots.
Many authors use a nom de plume, and they
may use one opposite to their own sex. Do you think an author's sex or sexual
orientation should dictate what genre they write?
The idea that it should seems so "last
century" to me. I certainly hope not, and I really don't think
so. On the other hand, the writing should stand on its own. If it
sounds too "male" or too "female" or too "gay",
then the writing needs to be improved.
Some authors have issues with character
development, writer's block, plot summary etc. What is the biggest challenge
you face when writing? How do you overcome the problem?
My biggest challenge is to make the plot
flow. I think alot about my plots and create outlines before I
write. I can't write my way out of a situation with detailed character
analysis, like Stephen King says in "On Writing". Maybe over
time I'll get to that point, but I like knowing where things are going when I
write. It makes my writing more concise. So, having said all that,
maybe my biggest issue is character development, and I just don't realize
it. ;)
What has been the single most successful
marketing tool you've used to date?
Well, I'm new, so I need to get the word
out, and freebies are the best way I know to do that. I get about one or
two sales for every hundred freebies downloaded, which is about par for any
marketing endeavor.
What are you currently reading?
Anything by Jasinda Wilder. I love
her pace, and concision.
How do you measure success?
I measure success by book sales. It
also helps if I'm satisfied with what I write, but satisfaction never paid a
bill.
Just for fun–
What is your favourite drink?
Gin and Tonic
Are you a cat or dog person?
Definitely a dog person
Love or lust?
Love, because true love includes lust.
If you could spend the day with any famous
author, who would it be? And, why?
I would love to have lunch with Sinclair
Lewis, and just listen to his wit in the flesh. Among the living, I would
love to listen to Jasinda Wilder create her plots.
If you could indulge free of any
consequences, what would be your ultimate sexual fantasy?
An evening alone with Jodie Foster.
Website Link: www.ce-todd-books.com
They Boy Next Door: Harmony
Blurb:
Christine Metcalf's quiet life as a
doctor's wife is not so quiet lately. Since her husband threw himself into his
career, after learning he couldn't father children, Christine has been
left alone.
So, she buys a motorcycle, and begins to
look at her neighbor Tom in a new way. Just as Christine begins to
connect with Tom, a sudden revelation raises important questions. Will she see
Tom again?
Excerpt:
Poor Tom. His eyes showed such worry,
as if he was waiting for one of those cartoon anvils to fall out of the sky and
crush him. Maybe this wasn’t quite the time to confront things
directly. “I thought maybe you’d like to go for a ride, to cool down.”
Tom stared, clearly not expecting
this. “Um, sure. I suppose I could cool down.”
I tossed a helmet to Tom, and put mine on,
straddling the bike. Slowly, Tom lifted his long, lanky leg over the seat
behind me, and put his hands gingerly at the top of my hips. I
smiled. Always the gentleman.
“Now, Tom, you’ll need to hang on
tight. I don’t want you sliding off the back of the seat, okay?”
“Yes, Ms. M.” The poor boy was polite
to a fault.
The bike roared to life, and I pulled out
into the street. As I accelerated, I felt the cool rush of the wind
against me. Tom pulled himself closer to me, gradually. As I pulled
onto a busier street, accelerating quickly, I felt Tom’s arms slide around my
stomach. He smelled of soap, cologne, and sweat.
I drove back into the neighborhood, and
suddenly, a toy ball rolled into the road. I grabbed the brakes hard,
feeling Tom lurch forward, against my back, hard, and I mean that
literally. As a small child wandered into the street to pick up the ball,
and I waved at the parents on the porch, there was no mistaking it.
Something was slowly snaking up my backside, and it wouldn’t stop. God,
this thing must be huge. Church, Christine…think of church. I felt
Tom press against me, but move slightly, as if he were squirming. I
imagine he was a bit uncomfortable with something like that snaking through his
pants. As I turned the corner, I felt what I thought was Tom’s full
hardness against me. For once, as it turned out, my husband, Dr. Glen, had
done something right. Usually I hate wearing thongs – why would anyone
want a string up their ass? – but Glen kept buying so many of them, I got tired
of stuffing them into my dresser drawer every morning, so I started wearing
them. Some of them were more comfortable than others, to be sure, but
they still, generally, sucked. On hot days like today, though, they were
a bit cooler than normal. Right now, though, I was realizing an
unintended advantage – it was easier to feel a young man’s cock sliding up my
ass. And it kept growing. This thing was much larger than
Glen. That was for sure.
I just couldn’t resist. I started a
sort of silent dance. I arched my back slightly, pushing my rump back
into Tom, and Tom would squeeze against me, then back away slightly.
Nothing was said, so I pretended I still had some deniability. I rode
past my house, and around the neighborhood one more time. By the time I
returned, it was getting dark, so I pulled into my driveway, and pulled off my
helmet, shaking my hair loose.
I turned around as I straddled the
bike. “Tom, could you come inside for a minute?” Tom removed his helmet,
and nodded, silently.
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