1) Tell is about yourself.
I am a wife to Nigel for almost twenty years and have three teenage children. Live in Grimsby, England and work in a residential care home. In my spare time I write erotic, romantic novels. I have been writing all my life since I can remember having a wild imagination. When at school I wrote long essays of soft love and got told of by the teacher to make them shorter… like that stopped me writing. Then when I was 19 I began writing erotic. My mind never lacks ideas, I love all aspects of research to make a good novel. In my spare time I like being with my family, visiting friends, reading, listening to music, watching movies and travelling the gorgeous British countryside.
2) What genre do you write and why?
I write erotic, as I love exploring sexual fantasies and the intimacy between lovers.
3) What made you become a writer?
I have no real idea, it all started when I was a young girl. I just had all the ideas in my head and wrote them down.
4) Tell us about your recent book or series.
I came up with the idea over five years ago to write about a sex club. But could not decide how to plot it or make it more interesting, other than guests just having sex… so I came up with writing about a sex instructor then came the idea of writing about a woman searching to re-discover herself, turning to the sex club for help in re-building her sexual confidence after being involved in a nasty relationship. Then came the love story!! The name Desires is the name of the club as well as the main character desiring to re-build her life and her tutor.
Desires the blurb…
Desires—a place where fantasies are made flesh and dreams become real. From BDSM to being a dog, Desires can provide it with bells on, if that’s your kink.
Stacie Clifford’s only desire is to regain her sexual confidence after her recent escape from an abusive marriage. She joins Desires looking for re-education in the joys of her body. There is only one condition; her contract states emotional attraction between tutor and student is forbidden. Stacie is fine with that; her heart is so battered she has no desire to give it to anyone else.
Then she meets her instructor, Dan. Instantly attracted, at first Stacie thinks it will help to make her sexually comfortable with him. But when she realises she is falling in love, she can’t tear herself away, contract or no. Stacie knows that, no matter how kind and caring Dan appears, he’s just doing his job. Can Stacie overcome her own Desires and walk away?
“Where would you begin?” she said, suddenly eager.
“That’s up to you. On your notes you said you liked your breasts being touched, maybe…totally up to you…but maybe we could begin there,” he said.
Stacie panicked. “You would see me?”
“That’s for you to decide. It would be better if I did, but it’s your choice, Stacie,” he said.
Stacie’s sudden bravado fled. “May I use the bathroom?”
Not wasting a second she headed into the stunning en-suite. She closed the door and pressed her back against it, feeling a total wreck.
Her head filled with concerns. She was wavering, not altogether sure of the right thing to do. Her breathing became rapid and panicky. She pushed herself off the door and sat down on the closed toilet lid, taking deep breaths to try to calm herself.
“Come on Stacie, sort yourself out. Yes, he’s gorgeous, nothing like you expected, but you’re paying for the session with him. This is a sex club. What did you expect?” she muttered to herself, keeping her voice low. She didn’t want him to hear her talking to herself. He probably already thought she was enough of a fruit loop.
Stacie headed over to the sink and stared at her own petrified face in the mirror.
“Right, girl.” She glared at herself right in the eye. “You’ve come here to get help. You either walk and be boring and alone for the rest of your life, or you have that nice young man out there teach you.” She gazed back at the bathroom door, with Dan the other side of it. Acid panic splashed about in her stomach, and a lump the size of Everest rose in her throat, but she knew what she had to do.
She squeezed her eyes shut and relished the brush of his hands on her flesh as he exposed her to his view. Stacie inhaled deeply, pushing out her chest toward him, knowing that he had full view of her cleavage bursting out of her sparkling bra.
Stacie placed her hands back on her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft lush flesh. Her mind filled with flickering random images. Dan kissing her, Dan touching her, Dan making love to her while she screamed in ecstasy. Her pussy quivered and she squeezed her muscles, feeling pulses shooting directly from her nipples to her core. How much longer could she wait for him to touch her?
Desperately, she moved her hands up and down her hips and waist. Then back to her breasts, squeezing them tight, feeling more eager than ever, feeling frustrated. She wanted, needed to be naked, to feel flesh against flesh.
Again Stacie felt Dan come back close to her. He wrapped his arms around her reaching for the back of the bra to unclasp it. All he had to do was lower her back against the satin cover and she would let him take her, then and there. Stacie quivered. She was ready.
5) What have you found to be the most challenging?
Finding a publisher to take on my work its so disheartening when the rejections come and you question yourself all the time, but I never gave up, determined I was.
A Few fun questions.
Does size matter?
Christian Grey or Gideon Cross?
Flowers or Chocolate?
E-book or paperback?