If you don’t like Alpha men, don’t read my books…

I’ve written ten books now, and they all have one thing in common: Hot Alpha Men. What do I mean by the term ‘Alpha’? The dictionary will tell you that it means an assertive and dominant male, the head of a group, someone who is powerful. Wait… ‘Dominant’? Doesn’t that mean… BDSM? No. No, it doesn’t.

Being dominant and the natural-born leader doesn’t always mean that he’s a Dominant. Strangely enough, not everything is about BDSM in the world of erotic romance. Yes, two of my books touch upon the world of BDSM: Taking Care of Leah and A Different Kind of Therapy. But, the rest of my books are very main-stream when it comes to sex, and the men are still considered Alpha Males. They take charge. They are protective. They are in a powerful position. And according to some, that is wrong.

“Don’t leave me.” She tightened her hold on him, her face firm against his chest,tears soaking his T-shirt. “I thought he loved me. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”“It’s okay,” he soothed. “I will look after you..png

I’ve read numerous social media posts just recently, complaining about the amount of Alpha men in romance novels, in particular the rich ones that wear sharp suits. The problem is, I quite like writing them. I even like reading about them. I enjoy reading romance stories about women being swept off their feet, I enjoy creating characters that are loosely based on my ideal man. (Sorry Hubby…) For me, romance is about escapism. It’s about losing myself in the fictional world.

In the literary world, we writers are never going to please everyone. There is always going to be someone who is offended by something, there is always going to be someone who is triggered by a particular scene. I can’t help that, and I can’t stop it from happening. I don’t break the taboos of romance – you will never find rape for gratification, age-play etc. in my books. My characters come with a past, but are all legal and consenting adults. But, even then, I have still had readers tell me how one scene brought back memories that they’d rather forget. I am sorry for that, but it doesn’t mean that I’m going to stop including those types of scene.

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Creating the perfect character is a challenge. One thing I hate is perfection, so I always try to include some kind of flaw. The characters in Seven Dirty Words & Four Letter Words are completely flawed. Poor Paige doesn’t know whether she’s coming or going, torn between Vance Ellery and Matthew Jackson. And I seriously enjoyed creating them. I quite often consider going back to them, maybe write a spin-off book, a prequel, or even a third book. But, their stories are over and I’m not sure I could do the characters justice.

Love-triangles are another aspect of romance that gets complained about a lot. And, yes, I write about those too. The Words series, The Final Straight, and to a certain extent, One Night in Aberdeen, all involve having to choose one person over another – not that the decision is a particularly hard one. I love a triangle, because there is so much that can be done with it, so many paths that characters can be taken down. One of the reasons that Seven Dirty Word and Four Letter Words was split into two books is because even I didn’t know how it was going to end!

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I write because I enjoy it. I write erotic romance because it’s fun. I write about awkward women because I am one. I write about women over the age of 30, because we’re not incapable of having relationships and hot sex just because we’ve left our twenties. I write about people who have their hearts stomped on, because it happens. I write about men who are complete ass-holes and get their comeuppance, because I have an ex who seriously needs to get his. I write about the sexy boss, and falling in love with someone who is beyond their reach, because I’ve been there. I write about Alpha Men in suits because I find them sexy. I’d like to think that all of my books are based on fantasies coming true.

In short, if you don’t want to read a book about an Alpha Male in a suit, with money in the bank… Don’t read my books. 

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Taking Care of Leah – £1.99 #ebook #eroticromance #totallybound

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Blurb

English teacher Leah Beauchamp works with teenagers every day, but when she’s around sexy Ty Sinclair, she’s left feeling like one herself.

After escaping a bad relationship, Leah Beauchamp moves in with her pregnant sister and brother-in-law. Working as an English teacher, she spends her time lusting after the hot caretaker Ty Sinclair. But it’s not until a drunken encounter at the end of the school year that she realizes it might be so much more.

They decide to embark on a new relationship over the summer holidays. Then Ty’s preferences for BDSM come to the surface. Intrigued, Leah allows herself to be educated by her new lover. But after a house party goes horribly wrong, more secrets are revealed and Leah is left questioning how she truly feels.

Can Leah accept who Ty really is? Can she ignore his past? What about her own? Can she overcome her fears and concerns and relinquish control, or will their hot summer romance fizzle out once autumn arrives?

Reviews

“I was rather impressed with this story. It’s fairly short, well-paced, and nicely balances the ratio of “story development” to “very steamy” scenes. And the steamy scenes are super-heated!” 4-STARS

“I felt Leah’s struggle about her past relationship and it made her stronger. Ty may have a bad boy past but he knows what he wants in life.
I enjoyed the story and the character’s.” 4-STARS

“If you are looking for a quick, sexy, read with a great story line then give it a try! A Must Read!” 4-STARS

The Final Straight – $2.99 #contemporaryromance #romance

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It’s my birthday on the 3rd June, and to celebrate, The Final Straight has been reduced to just $2.99 for the whole week!

Blurb:

April Miller works for her bestfriend, Max Knight on his livery and competition yard. Their friendship has withstood many turbulent times, and while April is deeply in love with Max, she is also aware of his womanising ways and has refused to succumb to his flirtatious charms. When her ex, AJ, suddenly comes back with a business proposal, April finds herself torn between the two men.

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Extract:

Max stormed across the yard. At the mention of AJ’s name, a ball of fury had begun to boil in the pit of his stomach. He could almost taste the bile as it threatened to rise in his throat. He marched towards the stables, to the one place he felt calm.

Whisper stood with her head hanging over the stable door, oblivious to her master’s raging temper. Blaze was in the next stall, ears pricked, attentive for any possible predators. Max grabbed the head collar and lead rope, bringing the black mare from her stable and tying her up.

She stood at an impressive sixteen hands high. As always, her coat shimmered as though tiny diamonds had been sewn into the impeccable hairs. Even though she didn’t look as if she needed grooming, he picked up the soft body brush and began to run it over her coat anyway. He moved it up and down her strong neck, taking in the musky scent as he brushed away the flecks of shaving dust.

“She’s beautiful,” said a soft female voice. Max turned and saw a young woman he did not recognise standing in his barn. She was only a couple of inches shorter than he was. He looked her up and down. Ash-brown hair had been swept into a butterfly clip, showing off her tanned neck.

“Yes, she is,” he said, not trying to hide his gaze as it fell over her body.

“I’m looking for April Miller.” She smiled at his obvious attraction.

“She was on her way out, but she might still be in the office if you’re lucky.” He nodded towards the opposite side of the yard.

“Thank you.”

He watched as she walked away. Navy jodhpurs fitted her hips and buttocks to perfection, and pinched in at the waist, where they were joined by a pink vest.

“I need a ride,” he growled to himself.

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ISBN: 9781311748546
ASIN: B00SW7GE26

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Fantasies, spankings and the BBC

Studying a Creative Writing module for the Open University is a lot harder than I anticipated. I thought, yeah it will be fine. It will be fun! I’ve got plenty of material to use. Nah. I’ve really struggled this year. Possibly because I decided to go full-time and do a Worlds of English module at the same time. (Turns out I’m not as much of a grammar Nazi as Hubby thinks I am.) But anyhoo, the last assignment, the EMA, is to write the opening of a novel. I have plenty of unpublished works to choose from, but none of them seem appropriate. I’m pretty sure the OU are looking for something more literary than a sex scene. It’s okay though, because there is always that fantasy series I’ve been working on for about three years now, right? Wrong.

Unless you have sat down and actually tried to write a fantasy novel, there is no way I can describe how much of a ball-ache it really is. Fantasy – you can make shit up, yeah? I thought so too. But wow, so much has been done, it’s difficult to find an original story idea for a start. At least with romance, nobody cares that a particular trope has been done to death. With romance I’ve always been a pantster writer, with fantasy it takes so much more planning. Timelines, family trees… My desk is just one giant notebook.

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So the OU may just have to deal with someone having their ass spanked, because I’m not sure I can come up with 2,500 words of something more intelligent.

Speaking of spanking… Today I found out that the most commonly used term to bring up my website and blog is “BDSM romance” which is interesting when you consider that the only two BDSM books I’ve written are Taking Care of Leah and A Different Kind of Therapy. All the others are technically classed as erotic romance, but have vanilla sex as opposed to anything remotely kinky. And even then, it has been commented that both TCoL and ADKoT aren’t really erotica, and barely scratch the BDSM world’s surface, as can be seen in reviews on Cara Sutra’s Pleasure Panel reviews, here and here. But maybe it’s a sign? Maybe I am supposed to write more in-depth books with regards to the kinkiness that is BDSM. It’s always been a fascination – remember that time I tried my hand at online domination? I still have foot fans and random people sending my alter-ego shoes. Maybe I need to research more. Of course this may be a problem consider the BBC are going to be following me around for a couple of days soon.

Did I not mention that? Yes, because I’m a student with the OU and a full-time writer and a full-time Mum, and walking dogs and volunteering at school, a member of the local PTA and a girl-guiding leader, they have decided to use me in one of their online learning videos. Eek! For 2 days at some point, I will have a camera and a director following me around and interviewing me. I don’t suppose they will want to watch me taking pictures of my feet and being social on websites like FetLife. So that will be fun.

But back to the grindstone. Books don’t write themselves, and neither do EMA’s. When my last assignment (a short story) comes back, I might post it online for you all to read, for free.

A Different Kind of Therapy – An extract #bdsm #romance

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ISBN: 9781773391281

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Chapter One

Hayley peered up the tall building, a jutting tower of metal and glass in the middle of Knightsbridge. She swallowed the lump of apprehension that had built in her throat. A bitter cold wind blew through the streets, sending a shiver down her spine. Pushing her shoulders back, she stepped through the revolving door and headed straight for the sweeping reception desk. The heels of her black court shoes clacked as she walked across the tiled floor, catching the attention of the woman who sat behind her computer. She glanced up and gave Hayley a forced smile.

“Hayley Moore to see Adrian De Silva.” Hayley placed her handbag on the polished surface, garnering a raised eyebrow from the receptionist. Her pinched features made her look severe, not helped by the fact that her jet-black hair and been pulled back into a taut ponytail. The badge on her shirt labelled her as “Niamh”.

“Eighth floor, take a seat in the waiting room.”

“Thank you.”

Hayley looked over the names on the wall, while she waited for the lift to arrive. It appeared that D.S. Therapies took over the top two floors, with the rest being shared between lawyers, accountants, and other professional businesses. The doors pinged open and Hayley stepped in, only to be joined by an older woman dressed in a dark gray trouser suit, with a plunging white blouse. They both reached for the button, numbered “eight”.

“You have an appointment with Adrian too?” the woman asked. Her thin lips curved into a smile and she straightened her spine. “He’s good isn’t he?”

“I’ve never had the pleasure–”

“Oh, is it your first time? You won’t be disappointed.”

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