Thursday, 30 June 2016

Obsessive Compulsive Author: Marissa Farrar

As a brand new member of the Brit Babes, this is my first ever post to the Brit Babes blog, so I’m taking the opportunity to say a big hello to all the Brit Babes readers and of course, a massive thank you to the other ladies for inviting me into their gang!

This is my story.

People often ask me, ‘when did you start writing’, but I find I have to break that question down to be able to answer it properly. The truth is, I started writing as soon as I was able to hold a pen, and I don’t think I’ve ever stopped. There is video footage somewhere around of me at about eight years old, talking about a sci-fi novel I was writing and going to get published, so being an author has been my dream since an early age!

I’ve always written stories, but it wasn’t until I finished my degree (Zoology, randomly!) that I decided I wouldn’t be happy unless I followed my dream. I’d spent the whole of my degree trying to find time to write, and so as soon as I graduated, I decided I would put my heart and soul into getting published.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t until about seven years later that I finally received my first acceptance letter, for my vampire romance novel, ‘Alone.’

But I’d still been writing books during the years I was trying to find publication – including my dark fantasy novels, ‘Underlife,’ and ‘The Dark Road.’ I’d also written a romance novel, ‘Escape’ (which is currently being re-edited for a re-release!), and once I got my initial acceptance, I started getting more and more acceptance letters—for novels, but also short stories, and even real life magazine articles.

Then one day, an author friend asked me if I’d like to join her on a group project and write some erotica. I’d written sex scenes before, but never pure erotica, but I discovered I enjoyed it. Within a few months, I had enough written to put out my first collection, ‘Rescued’, a ‘woman in danger’ themed anthology under my maiden name, M.K. Elliott. To my amazement, within the first couple of weeks, it climbed to the number one spot on the Barnes & Noble erotica chart, and was selling four hundred copies a day! The book was also climbing the Amazon charts as well, and no one was more surprised than me.

In the meantime, I was still writing away. I had the sequel to my vampire book out, together with a couple of other novels. I’d self-published my erotic fiction, and I started to wonder if I should be doing the same for my more mainstream books as well. So I did, and took the plunge, initially only publishing a short horror story collection, ‘Where the Dead Live’, but then gradually starting to publish my own novels as well. I was also home with my two young daughters, and it quickly became apparently that I wouldn’t need to go back to my much hated day job as a pharmaceutical rep.

That was six years ago now, and I’m now about to publish my twenty-third novel, and I have plenty of novellas and short stories out as well. The truth of the matter is that I simply love to write. Nothing gives me more pleasure than watching the lives of my characters play out in my head, and transferring their stories to paper. I write every day, which means I work every day, but I love what I do.


I still write my paranormal novels, but I also have been writing more and more contemporary books recently. My next novel, No Second Chances, will be out on July 26th and is already up for pre-order! I hope you'll check it out!


Gabi...

When I was seventeen years old, I was told to stay away from Cole Devonport. Kids like him only ever meant trouble. I should have listened, but I didn’t, and surprise, surprise, I was the one who got hurt. But escaping Cole didn’t mean the end of my pain. Life has a way of screwing me over, and after joining the Army as a way of forgetting him, I suffered a loss I’ll never recover from.
So now here I am, back in the town I ran away from, with my alcoholic father apparently looking after me.
The last thing I need is Cole showing up on my doorstep because nothing has changed—with his prison tattoos and don’t-screw-with-me edge, Cole Devonport still means trouble...

Cole...

I let everyone down all those years ago. I made mistakes and I’m not proud of them, but I’ve done my time and now I just want to keep my head down and get on with my life. I thought I was doing exactly that until I heard Gabriella Weston was back in town.
Despite what she thought, I was always in love with her. She might hate me, but whether she knows it or not, she also needs me.
I want to make it up to her, but with my past still trying to pull me down, perhaps it would be best if I just stayed the hell away like she keeps telling me to. Problem is, I can’t seem to resist her, and I’m the type of guy who always gets what he wants...

‘No Second Chances’ is a stand-alone, second chance, contemporary romance. It is a full length novel with no cliff-hanger!

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Monday, 27 June 2016

Guest blog from Kate J White

Hello everyone, It's Kay here, and today I'm delighted to welcome a newcomer to the erotica scene - please say hello to Kate J White...

Thank you so much to the awesome Brit Babes for inviting me to write about my creative process. This topic actually made me sit down and consider my development as a writer over the last few years; I have learned a lot along the way.

It was actually my gruelling commute that made me write. My frustration at passing hours every day without anything more than reading Metro and updating Facebook to show for it. The waste was irritating, but not enough for me to make a real change by logging heavy books around or uploading language courses, because admitting to myself how bad my commute was would make me depressed. Mentally, every day, I pretended it was just this once, it wasn’t forever. I wasn’t able to throw in the towel and prepare for the journey, that would mean defeat.

Around the same time, my love life shifted into high-octane gear. My husband and I had opened up our relationship a few years earlier, and had slowly began exploring what opportunities there were out in the big bad world of wife-swapping. I met someone, and dreams I’d had since I was a girl suddenly became true. The universe transformed and the contours of everyday objects became sharper. And this wonderful man asked me to write about it.

So between emails on my work iPad, I started gathering fragments of pleasure and delight, of laughter and silent happiness. I wrote a whole stash of documents in Notes for iPad on the train to work. Eventually, my husband started calling it “the book”, despite my protests. Nevertheless, when I finally pieced together all the fragments I had, long after my lover and I had parted ways, I realised it actually was the outline of a book.


My creative process has improved in leaps and bounds since those first steps. I have learned what works for me and to leave the writing for a while if it feels too much like a chore. It should always feel connected and engaged, even if it’s sometimes less than pleasurable.

I don’t write in trains any more, thank God my commute hasn’t been so bad for a while. Nowadays, when I have time, I sit down to write in an airy room or somewhere with lots of natural light. I close my eyes and focus on what the topic of the day is. I often read something similar which reminds me of the feeling I want to evoke, or if I wrote about a person already I re-read it, update it and get in the right headspace to continue.  If it’s about a location, I revisit the website and any pictures.

I don’t tend to return to old messages and emails, sometimes it’s a little painful and most of the time I’d rather write first to capture how I experienced the relationship, chemistry and sparks. When I have a good first draft, I’ll go back and check details or my own recollection of events. I have found that if the objective checking of real events comes first, my own memories and the hues they have taken on over time can evaporate and what remains is a bland recounting of steps and logistics. The feeling is gone. Starting from the passion and my subjective mental picture, it’s easier to adjust back to reality enough for it to be true but still very personal.

There’s much out there to be inspired by, to bring into writing and eventually to share. I enjoy learning and developing, and I’m eager to peek around the corner. I thank you for any ideas and feedback in advance, in return I promise to stay true and write very sexy stories for us all to enjoy…

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Brief description of book:

“Tough Love is an erotic memoir of a married woman, a mother and business executive, who together with her husband decides to have an open marriage after many years together. The resulting adventures are both expected: exciting sex, strange characters and suspicious neighbours, and unexpected: male escorts sharing their wares for free, wedding invitations where she’s slept with both bride and groom and some remarkable friendships. The story is a declaration of love to London and its people, and all of it is true – it really happened.”


Short bio:

Kate Julia lives and loves in London. Her writing is all self-experienced and it all really happened.
Already done with the standard story of good job, marriage, mortgage, kids and SUV, she and her husband decided to their open their relationship up and explore all the capital has to offer. The effects were profoundly life-changing, offering Kate an opportunity to finally act on her long-standing desire to explore the world of kink. After a few years of sexual adventures both on the swinging scene and in BDSM dungeons, she succumbed to the temptation to write it all down. This is her first book, and he’s currently busy “gathering material” for the next one.

Link to amazon listing of kindle book:


(other formats coming soon)

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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30215245-tough-love

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Many thanks Kate, great blog. Good luck on your future adventures.
Kay and the Babes xx

Monday, 20 June 2016

Special Guest - Jaye Peaches

Please welcome the talented and awesome author that is Jaye Peaches to our blog today. Some of us Brit Babes were lucky enough to hang out with her last month and we had a great time gossiping all things sexy stories. Today she's spilling the beans on how she confessed her new profession to her mother...



How to tell your mother you write erotica


It happened in an impromptu manner. Completely unplanned. Sat in the car, side by side, in the underground car park of a shopping mall - a dimly lit location with the rain pouring down outside - I confessed my dirty secret.
“I knew you were up to something,” she said. Nothing gets passed your mother!
Then the inevitable question – why erotica? Why not some other genre?
A moment of panic hit. My preparation for this self-inflicted outing had been poor. No notes or outline to follow, the plot completely absence. I was about to construct a story pantser style. What I didn’t say was I’ve been dabbling with writing smutty short stories for years and my adventures into sexually explicit romantic tales wasn’t a new fascination of mine. So, I fell back on another source – my education.
“You see, it’s just biology with adjectives.” I held my breath.
She took it, she liked it. She smiled.
I am a biologist. I studied it for four years and so no lies there. I clearly remember the day when we students sat in a lecture theatre and the physiology lecturer brought up the lesson of the day – the female reproductive system. The men, young men, shrivelled down into their seats and groaned. The women, me included, pinned back our ears. I knew the basics, who didn’t. Why I had periods, what gets you pregnant, were all old hat. What was more remarkable to listened to was the in depth biochemistry of the inner workings of the mysterious female body.
Wow, we girls came out thinking. That’s why I crave meat after my period and sugary stuff before. That’s why my body seems to produce this wetness easily one week and not the next and why the breasts painfully swell and deflate month after month.  It was a revelation to know our bodies were working perfectly normal. Needless to say the blokes were stunned into embarrassed silence.
Is really that simple to say writing erotica is adding a few enticing words to the description of a physical act? Obviously not. It’s a challenge and hard to crack. My preferred style is to I add layers. I start with mechanics and weave other things into it, the sensual experience, the emotions, points of view and the dialogue. What is important isn’t the in-out thrusts or the kisses, it has to be more than a few well chosen adjectives scattered between the important verbs.  It has to capture the imagination, get the reader’s heart beating a little faster and the cheeks flushed a bit redder.  The eroticism has to win, not the biology.
Mum still thinks I’m a biologist. Fine. No problems with that. As for the kink… let’s just not go there at all. She never asked. I never told her.




Author Bio:

I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!

When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.





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Monday, 13 June 2016

Special Guest - Elena Kincaid

Please welcome the lovely Elena Kincaid to the Brit Babes blog today, take it away, Elena...



Hey Everyone,

Thanks so much to The Brit Babes for having me on their blog today.  J My name is Elena Kincaid.  I write Erotic Paranormal and Contemporary MFM and MF Romances.  My stories feature hot alpha males with hearts of gold and a fiery passion for the women that they love.  And the ladies … they are definitely not damsels in distress and where the only love worth fighting for is the forever kind of love.

Today I’d like to talk about my newest release, THE SHADOW, part of the Dark Captive Anthology releasing May 20th from Evernight Publishing.  I am so thrilled to be a part of this along with my fellow authors Jenika Snow, Lily Harlem, Alexa Sinclair, N.J. Young, and Jocelyn Dex. 



Everyone has a dark side…

He came out of nowhere, like a shadow hiding in pitch darkness. Could he uncover the whole truth before he sentences her to a fate worse than death?

So let’s talk fetishes.  In THE SHADOW, I explore Kinbaku and Shibari, a Japanese style of bondage.  I have to say that bondage is definitely one of my fetishes.  To trust someone enough to give up complete control is both erotic and liberating, especially to an A-type personality like me, not to mention the beauty and skill that goes into this type of intricate binding.  I also wouldn’t say no to a really good spanking.  ;)

Exploring fetishes through characters, whether or not they’ve been tried or were just products of my overactive imagination is just one of the many advantages to being a writer and getting to live out fantasies vicariously.  Same goes for reading.  Kind of like try before you buy.  Pretty awesome, I think.

THE SHADOW was me stepping out of my comfort zone and writing something much darker than I usually do, even though I do sprinkle a whole lotta angst to my stories. The characters were both flawed with scarred pasts and I had so much fun uncovering them before stripping them all away. 



Blurb:

He came out of nowhere, like a shadow hiding in pitch darkness and turned Emily’s world upside down.  Was she a victim of circumstance or part of a more sinister plan?  After fighting, begging, and even praying for her freedom fails, she is given a choice … succumb to her Shadow’s commands or die.  What Emily did not expect, was her unexplainable desire for her captor.

Brody Beckett thirsts for revenge.  He wants those who wronged him to suffer, to bleed, and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve his goals.  The last thing he needs is to go all soft on the beautiful woman who stars in each and every one of his nightmares.  When doubt and suspicion seep in, Brody wonders if he could uncover the whole truth before he sentences Emily to a fate worse than death.


Excerpt:

His hands roamed further down until they reached the waistband of her dark blue slacks. He toyed with her, slipping his fingers inside her pants to just the very tip of her pubic hair and then back up, until finally, on his next pass, he spread her lips with his ring and index finger and shoved his middle finger inside her core. He gave her another smug smile. “You’re very wet, princess.”
She was. She could sense it and she felt ashamed.
As if her Shadow became aware of her shame, his smile fell away and he removed his fingers and stopped touching her completely. He looked angry. He got up wordlessly and left the room again, taking the camera with him.
The next time he came downstairs, he resumed her pleasurable torture, and the next, and the next, each time playing her body more boldly and bringing her to the brink before leaving her unsatisfied. He massaged her bra-clad breasts in turn while his other hand flitted around in her panties, picking up quickly on all of her sweet spots. Two fingers massaged the front wall while his thumb drew small circles around her clit. His movements were masterful, relentless, like a good lover about to deliver an earth-shattering orgasm to his woman. It seemed he could sense when she was just moments away from achieving ecstasy despite Emily trying to stubbornly hold back and she would have come hard for him had he not immediately ceased his actions. After giving her a few minutes to cool off, he resumed the same torment. Over and over, impossibly bringing her to the brink each time, and then stopping right before she could climax.
“Stop it!” she cried out. “Please just stop it.” The last plea was only a whisper, followed by more tears and whimpering. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure if she was begging him to stop touching her, or to finally let her come.
Despite her outburst, Shadow, however, seemed less angry … more satisfied with what he had caught on camera this time she assumed. She had remained obstinate, giving no emotion away the last few rounds, so her breakdown would no doubt entice Louis to come rescue her.
Shadow took the camera and left the room again wordlessly. This time he left the light on for her. Whether by accident or on purpose, she could not be certain, though she concluded that he never did anything by accident. He had given her a small reward.

Bio:
Elena Kincaid is an award winning author.  She writes Erotic Paranormal and Contemporary MFM and MF Romances.  She developed a passion for reading and writing at an early age and loves to write what she loves to read and that is usually romance with a paranormal twist. Her desk is constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn out pieces of paper full of ideas.

She was born in Ukraine and raised in New York, where she currently lives with her daughter.  She graduated college with a BFA in creative writing and In addition to writing, she also started a graphic design business a few years after graduating.  When not working, Elena loves to spend time with her family, travel the globe, curl up with a good book, and catch up on her soaps.


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