Friday, October 11, 2013

Do you care if an author writes different genres with same name?

Seattle. MY Pix of Needle and Sounds, not cuz it means
anything here. Just love the pix!
Thought you would like, too!
What's in a name?
Shakespeare said a rose by another other...would still be...the same.
So what is the big fuss over pseudonyms?
I get it that an author now and then needs to protect the sanctity of different types of fiction from each other. I know a few authors who write inspirational and yes, erotic romance, too!
My ARMY hero
The fault, Dear Reader, is not in those authors' stars, but in their desire to write, write, write whatever appeals to their inner Muse. Some do very well, others not so much.
But I ask you, Dear Reader, does it mean anything to you that an author might have more than one name under which he/she writes?
Frankly, my dear, I break out in hives in an author self-pubs a book and doesn't take time to send it to an editor OR a copyeditor.
But hey, I would love to know if you have:

  • ever deserted an author entirely because they write in different sub-genres?
  • ever deserted one author's pseudonym for the one you thought was better?
  • ever thought of having more than 2 or 3 names yourself?
And finally, to dress up the page, my military heroes. YUM.
My SEAL hero

 #20 on Amazon Best-seller list: my DELTA FORCE hero!

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Coming Clean or Staying Quiet? Morticia Knight asks The Question!

Dating is hell. It can take on many forms from internet sites to fix-ups to random run-ins. But when you do finally find someone interesting, how long do you wait before you own up to a potential relationship deal-breaker? I mean, if it never goes any further than a few dates, why blab? But if you wait too long, and then own up, will it create trust issues?

In Lust Emergency, Book 3 of the Uniform Encounters series, Paramedic Terrence has finally found someone that seems perfect for him – the older, movie star handsome ER doctor, Jackson. However, Terrence has been a member of the Phoenix Sex Club, Sinsation, ever since his partner was killed. He hasn’t wanted to get too close to anyone. But Jackson comes across as being more conservative, so Terrence is afraid to tell him the truth. But isn’t it only fair to let him know? And what’s the point of starting something if it can never work out? What would you do…

“…Enough about me. What was it you wanted to say to  me?”
The look on Terrence’s face made Jackson’s stomach flutter a little, but not in a good way. He had that slight dread feeling that he might not like what he was about to hear.
Terrence let out a long sigh. “Yeah. So here’s the thing. I like you a lot. But since the thing with Cory, I haven’t wanted to get into any sort of one-on-one thing either. But I’m a big horn dog—really big horn dog.”
Jackson’s heart sank. “Are you saying that all you’re interested in is a sex thing?”
Terrence shook his head vehemently. “Oh, man, I knew I would fuck this up. Let me tell you everything first.”
“Of course, go ahead.”
“What I’m saying is that’s how I felt before, the way you have.” He chuckled a little. “I’m not saying I’m not horny as hell still, but I’m looking at my choices and behaviours, and rethinking what I want in life. And what I want now is something real, not just a playtime fuck. Which brings me to that club I was telling you about.”
“Oh?” Jackson had a bad feeling about where all of this was going.
“Yeah. You see, there’s this place in Phoenix called Sinsation”—Terrence shifted in his seat—“and it’s a, you know, uh, a sex club.” Terrence winced, and paused.
The place Dakota mentioned?
“Wow.” Jackson hadn’t been prepared to hear that, but he was trying to keep an open mind. “So… What exactly happens at this sex club?” His mind latched onto hundreds of different scenarios—none of them good.
“It’s primarily a gay hangout. And on the gay nights, I go there and drink, dance to some music, hang out with some friends I’ve made there…”
Jackson felt some relief. That wasn’t so bad. “That’s nothing. Why shouldn’t you go out and enjoy yourself? It’s not as if you’ve been with anyone.”
“Well, there’s more. Much more.”
Jackson had that sinking feeling again.
“Look, Doc, I don’t want you to think badly of me. But I think it’s important that I let it all hang out. I don’t want it to come back and bite me in the ass down the road, you dig?”
Terrence was trying to be honest, and that said something.
“I understand. You’re right. Go on.”
“Okay, so this is the thing. There’s this one guy named Marcus who has been—and I emphasise has been—my main fuck-buddy there.”
Jackson tried not to show any reaction to what Terrence was saying.
“And there is this downstairs area that you have to be a member of, or you can pay for a one-time visit… Well, anyway, that’s where everyone goes to get it on.”
“Get it on?”
“All right, I won’t sugar-coat it. Everyone fucks whoever they want. There are themed rooms and other…amenities such as a BDSM section. You can go there and hook up with whoever, and do whatever.”
It’s the ‘whatever’ that has me concerned.
“And this is safe?”
“That’s just it, Doc. That’s what attracted me to it. After the whole Cory thing, I was scared to go out with strangers. Everyone gets tested there regularly, we all use condoms, and there are bouncers to make sure nothing gets out of hand. Yes. I felt safe there.”
“And now how do you feel about it?”
Terrence buried his face in his hands, shaking his head. He looked back up at Jackson.
“It served a purpose for me, and I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t have a good time—a great time even. But I have different priorities now, and I really want to let go of that lifestyle, and get with one man that I can share my life with. I learned my lesson with Cory. Having an open relationship doesn’t work. But I’m done with all of that now. I swear.”
Jackson didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t picture himself in a million years going to a place like that, but was it his place to judge someone who did? And Terrence had sworn he was done with that lifestyle and that club. Could he believe him?
“Do I disgust you?”
Terrence looked so sad, and Jackson frowned. “Of course not. Come here.” Jackson held his arms open. “Can I hold you?”
“Oh, thank you for understanding,” Terrence said with obvious relief, and collapsed in Jackson’s embrace.
They held each other in silence, and Jackson inhaled Terrence’s scent. It was musky with a hint of vanilla. Sweet and delectable. He found himself stroking Terrence’s back, and considered how much courage it must have taken the young man to open up to him. He lowered his head and nuzzled Terrence’s neck, holding him tighter with a sense of urgency. He grabbed the tip of Terrence’s earlobe with his lips and suckled it into his mouth. Terrence arched into him and moaned. Jackson poked his tongue into Terrence’s ear, teasing it, whilst he used his hands to squeeze and caress Terrence’s body. The young man touched him in return, sliding his hands along Jackson’s loose pants to stroke his thighs. When Terrence bent his head back to give Jackson more access to his throat, he kept his tongue in motion, lapping at Terrence, hungry with his desire.
He stopped to cradle the back of Terrence’s head, and looked into his eyes. He latched onto Terrence’s mouth, kissing him deeply, delighting in how wonderful he tasted. Terrence enthusiastically gave back, drawing first one lip, then another of Jackson’s into his own mouth. The heat built between them, and Jackson was incredibly hard, wanting urgently to just let go. Terrence slid a probing hand up the inside of Jackson’s thigh, and Jackson knew Terrence was just about to find out how turned on he really was. Jackson abruptly pulled away.
Terrence looked stricken. “What’s wrong?”
Jackson slowed his breathing that had been building with his desire. “Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t know if I’m ready…”
Thanks for having me today Cerise! To find out what happens to Terrence and Jackson, and whether the sex club or the city’s bomb threats break them up - pick up a copy of Lust Emergency here:

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