You Were Warned But Read It Anyway. Why? #MyWANA #amwriting

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When you see the notice about explicit content, do you gravitate toward it, run screaming from the room, or scroll on by when surfing the web? As an author of explicit books written for adult eyes only, I’m required to warn readers about the content of my blogs and my books. This gives them the choice to stick around or bolt for the hills if they don’t wish to be offended by something they may see in my posts or books. Even with the warning, there are still people out there who will click through and then complain about the content. I don’t get it. They have made the conscious decision to enter after the warning, proceed full speed ahead and then cry foul when they read something that offends them.

The same can be said for television and movies but I want to focus on books. I’m an author who writes under five pen names and I run my own publishing house…okay, it’s a small cottage but one day we will be larger! Back to the reason for today’s post…

I’m curious. Why would a reader pick an erotica or erotic romance book to read if they already know it’s not their cup of tea? I understand the curiosity of some, and the desire to try something new for others. Those are not the readers I’m referring to here. Why choose to read a book in a genre you don’t like, detest, or find gross when you know it will offend you?

shutterstock_114601687Far too often I see reviews posted for erotica and erotic romances with “No Way” as the review and a one star. Some complain the book is all sex and no plot. Others are repulsed by the explicit language. Hell, even my mother asked me why I had to describe every little detail in the love scenes. Explaining to her that’s what is EXPECTED in erotica and erotic romance was easier than explaining it to some readers who have been reading books labeled as erotic and explicit when they’re not. Yes they’re steamy, but the play by play details are not there. When the genres are misrepresented to readers by authors and publishers, it makes it very difficult for those of us who do write explicit scenes and don’t use purple prose to showcase our work.

The complaints stating the stories are unrealistic or too over the top to be believable are also an enigma for me. These tales are SUPPOSED TO BE over the top. They’re FANTASIES. Whether they’re of the sweet variety or the melt your thong, down and dirty “fuckfests”, each and every one of them are fictionalized fantasies from the mind of the author. Just because you’ve never experienced any of it yourself doesn’t mean it could never possibly happen.

For the Love of Quinn
In Print and Ebook Formats

 

Before you think something is too over the top to believe, turn on the television and watch the news or scroll through the feeds on social media where over the top is the norm. In my first novel, For the Love of Quinn (Now and Forever 1) I introduced a group of characters who are all close to each other and are there through all the good and bad times. For a few readers, this was over the top and would never happen in real life. She felt there was no way so many people would be involved in the the lives of a couple or work together to bring a couple together.

Released November 2012
Released November 2012 in print and ebook

Hate to break it to that reviewer and anyone else with similar questions but Quinn’s story is my story. I lived most of what was portrayed in those pages. Yes, some of it was dramatized and names were most definitely changed to protect everyone’s privacy. Some characters were combinations of real people…they know who they are and got a kick out of the book. Jacob Hartley is a combination of three men and Steve Eischer is one of those with a name change. While the real “Steve” didn’t own all of Vegas or have more money than God, he was (and still is) very well off and enjoys giving his friends a chance to fulfill all their wildest dreams.

 

The villains in the story were based on two real life people as well. Iris and Jackson of course aren’t their real names but they are based on real people and their actions I witnessed first hand. I gave Jackson and his family many of the same habits and mannerisms of my ex and his family. To me, that’s what made those characters believable. I guess in this case, being true to life is too over the top for some readers. I get that. Really I do. I mean, who would want to think this sort of crazy mixed up group of people could actually be real?

 

Released December 29, 2013
Released December 29, 2013 print and ebook

I got the same sort of flack about Julia. One of my editors wanted her to be redeemed earlier on in the story. That doesn’t happen in real life, but in the world of romance you want the story to move along so redemption should take place earlier in order to get readers to root for the heroine. Obviously I didn’t agree. I wanted the readers to see Julia in all her nastiness and then see why she was the way she portrayed herself to those in her life. How many times do you see the bitch turn around and earn a happily ever after right off the bat? Usually those witches continue to get what they want no matter who they hurt in the process. In Julia’s story, she came face to face with the consequences of her actions and had to fight to find her way to her HEA. It wasn’t in the first third of her story, but over twenty years later. She is the woman we all love to hate—until she bares her shattered heart and soul.

 

200 by 300 Bound in Paradise
Available now in ebook on all retailers

Are my stories over the top? Damn straight. Are they too over the top to be believable? I don’t think so. If I was still stuck in an emotionally abusive and loveless marriage I might have a different outlook. I lived through all the badness and made it through to my happily ever after. I want my characters to be able to do the same.

What’s so over the top or unbelievable about that?

Go on. Read my books and decide for yourself. Let me know what you think. I’d love to hear from you!

 

~Tammy

 

Day Three of the With Love Valentine’s Day Blog

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Hello again and welcome to the third day of this wonderful hop. Over 260 authors are participating in this and offering fantastic prizes. All you have to do is leave a comment each day and you get chances to win those prizes. Winners will be announced Wednesday, February 15th on each blog.

For Behind Closed Doors, you can leave a comment for a chance to win a signed copy of my book of poetry and a hand crafted cherub heart pendant. Visit here each day of the hop for more entries. It’s as simple as that!

For today’s blog submission, I decided to switch gears a bit and give you an excerpt from my current work in progress The Island(Now and Forever 2). For those of you who stopped in during the Christmas blog hop, you will recall the short story A Christmas Miracle for Jake. Well, I decided to develop that into the next book to follow For the Love of Quinn.  In this book we will find out how Jake and Quinn are connected and why they are so drawn to each other when the meet in Vegas.  Another character we get to love to hate is Ms. Julia Santos.  She is the reason that Jacob Hartley is a love them and leave them kind of guy.  In one night, Julia manages to destroy the lives of three of her lovers as well as a few other casualties.

The following excerpt happens just after Jake and Julia have a small argument about going to visit his mother for her birthday. The trip would take him out of town at the same time of her art gallery opening. Julia won’t listen to him and manages to make sure that he stays in town with her.

 

Jacob agreed with the doctor to leave Julia in the hospital overnight to rest. Not so much for her, but he needed a break from the chaos too. For once she didn’t argue with him or insist that he stay with her in the hospital room. He kissed her forehead as he got up to leave. Her eyes fluttered a little bit, but didn’t open. He wasn’t sure if she was really asleep, or just didn’t want him to see her without her colored contacts. Hell, he had been with her for the last two years and had seen her with every eye color imaginable, but still had yet to see her natural color.

He stopped at the nurse’s station to make sure they had his cell number and recognized the woman just reporting for her shift. She smiled brightly at him at first, but then frowned, her eyebrows knit with worry. “Mr. Hartley? Are you okay? Is it Ms. Santos again?”

He quickly glanced at her name badge. Why couldn’t he ever remember her name? It was very close to his mother’s. “Kathy, we have to stop meeting like this.” He tried to smile but he was just too beat. “The doctor gave her some sort of sedative so she can rest tonight. I’ll be back to get her in the morning.”

The red-headed nurse nodded and agreed to call him if there were any problems. “You make sure you get some sleep too. You look like you’ve been run over by a semi.”

Jacob laughed for the first time that night. “You know, I feel like it.  I don’t know if I can take much more of this.” Jacob didn’t know why he said that to her, practically a stranger, but it felt good to get it out in the open.

“Mr. Hartley, have you looked into getting Ms. Santos some professional help?” Kathy’s brown eyes were filled with genuine concern. Jacob wasn’t sure if it was for Julia or for him, but at the moment it didn’t matter. He felt relieved that someone else brought up the subject.

“Funny you should ask. I brought it up last week.”

“Just before—“

“Just before her last meltdown, yes. Until she agrees to commit herself for treatment, there’s little more I can do for her. I can say she tried to kill herself tonight, but I can’t prove it.”

Kathy smiled and patted his hand gently. “Don’t worry, Mr. Hartley. I’m sure Dr. Carlos will get through to her. He has a wonderful bedside manner and I am sure he can convince her to get some help dealing with her emotional issues. Now go on home. Ms. Santos is in good hands.”

* * * *

“Julia, what on earth are we going to do with you?” Dr. Mario Carlos locked the door to the private hospital room and dimmed the lights. “You know how the nurses love to gossip. Eventually one of them will put two and two together and figure out you’ve been faking all of these so called accidents.”

“Who cares what those nosy bitches think.” She reached out and rubbed his already hard cock through his scrubs. “I need this pounding the hell out of my pussy right now.  So stop talking and start fucking.” Julia meant exactly what she said. She didn’t care what anyone else thought and that included Jacob. At that moment, all she could think about was her lover’s glorious cock filling her to the brim. She thought of nothing all day except how she felt with his tongue darting in and out of her ass and pussy. Just the flick of his tongue over his own lips made her shiver with delight and soak her thong.

The very same thong the good doctor tore from her body seconds after lifting her up to sit on top of sink in her bathroom. Her finger wound tight in his dark wavy hair as his mouth plundered hers, taking her breath away. She loved the power she had over this man. Any time, any place she wanted, he was always willing to oblige. Tonight was no exception.

Mario spread her legs wider, lifting her off the sink as he buried his dick in her dripping cunt. Julia moaned and sighed as he started to slowly pull out and plunge back in. “Stop teasing me and give me what I want. Now.” Julia pulled his mouth away from hers, but not before she bit down on his lower lip, nearly drawing blood.

“You’ll pay for that, bitch.” 

* * * *

 “Promise?”

He pulled out of her abruptly and spun her around leaving her hands braced against the sink. He kicked her legs apart and bent her over so that her swollen outer lips glistened at him. She shimmied and shaked, trying to entice him to enter her again, but he had other plans. He grabbed the liquid hand soap bottle and squeezed a large amount over the crack of her ass, slipping his fingers in and out of her, stretching her inner muscles to accommodate him. “I don’t make promises, sweetheart. I’m a man of action.” He slid the head of his cock into her ass, feeling her tighten around him and then stretch more. The sensation of her squeezing and releasing his entire member as he continued to glide in was almost more than he could take, but he was not about to give her the satisfaction of him exploding inside her. Not yet.

“Oh, I love your kind of action, doctor.” Julia was beginning to pant and struggle to move against him. She tried to take control of their session as always, but this time he wasn’t going to allow it. He wanted to hear her beg for a change.

He reached around cupped both of her large full breasts in his hands and pulled her up against him, his cock still embedded deep inside her ass, her anal muscles spasming out of control. Julia’s head fell back against his shoulder as he nibbled along her neck. “Please, Mario.”

“Please, what?” He kneaded her breasts and twisted her nipples eliciting a whimper from her now.

“Please. Fuck me. Fuck me until I scream.”

“God, you know I love your filthy mouth.” Mario moved his hands to Julia’s hips, feeling her body shake under his fingertips. He dug his nails into her flesh pulling her back hard against his body, over and over. She grunted with each thrust inside of her, dancing on the tips of her toes keeping her ass in the position he wanted her in. Her juices coated her inner thighs and continued to spurt out of her.

She grabbed one of the wash clothes sitting on the sink and shoved it into her mouth barely stifling her screams of ecstasy. Finally, the always demanding diva was putty in his hands.

 

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