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I'm so pleased to have my friend, Rebecca Besser stop by for a visit today. This lovely woman writes the scariest horror, sci-fi and zombie books you'd want to read. The french maid on my banner took the day off - she's chicken like me. Please welcome my friend and enjoy her wonderful talent.  I'll leave ALL the lights on.

    Hi, I'm Rebecca Besser, author of the zombie novella, Undead Drive-Thru. I write fiction, nonfiction and poetry for a wide range of age groups and genres. I've been published over 140 times in various publication. To learn more about me feel free to visit my website: http://www.rebeccabesser.com or my blog: http://blog.rebeccabesser.com.  You can also find me on Facebook under: Rebecca Besser or Author/Editor Rebecca Besser. I'm also on Twitter under: @BeccaBesser.

Now to answer the dreaded interview questions!

1.               Do your characters speak to you?
Yes. I also have the ability to 'become' my characters while I'm writing them. I literally embody them and start thinking like they would, etc. It get pretty interesting sometimes. I'll often be at my keyboard crying or laughing hysterically because I'm journeying with the characters. I sincerely believe that if they're real to me, they'll be real to the reader.

2.               What inspires your stories most often?
Random thoughts. I have an overactive brain and imagination. Heck, the other night I got an idea for a story just looking at my foot that had peeked out from under the blanket I was snuggling under. LOL

3.               Describe your writing year so far and what's on the horizon.
This past year my zombie novella, “Undead Drive-Thru,” was released. I've also had a few stories published in various anthologies, and I've edited a novel and an anthology. I'm currently preparing a short story collection I hope to have published in 2012. My online serial, “Nurse Blood,” will be published in book form once it's run it's course, with “extras” included. There are collaboration projects and other things going on behind the scenes too. I'm always busy!

The anthology, “Earth's End,” which is a Scifi Apocalyptic anthology, is the one I edited this past year and it'll be release from Wicked East Press in January of 2012!

My story, “The Olden Gears,” is included in Earth's End. Here's an excerpt from my story:
          "He drove faster, but everywhere he looked there was more destruction.

          With numb fingers, he reached over and turned on the radio to see if there was any news about what was going on; it took him a couple of minutes before he could find a radio station that was still on the air.

          “...Overnight the world has been bombarded with attacks by the elderly. On every continent, in almost every country, they’ve taken lives at will, showing no mercy...”

          Looking out around him, he tried to decide how he was going to make it home. Almost every street was blocked off by accidents, and everywhere he looked, someone was being slaughtered; his attention focused back on the radio as they continued.

          “...Medical experts are saying the cause of the outbreak and behavior in their elderly patients is linked to the chemical compound used in the ‘lubrication’ of the ReGen ‘parts’ surgically implanted; the chemical was supposed to act as synthetic blood. Once it leaks into the real blood system, it targets certain parts of the brain and triggers uncontrollable, aggressive behavior...”" ~ The Olden Gears by Rebecca Besser - Earth's End

4.               Tell us something unexpected about yourself.
Despite my eccentric personality, I'm very serious at heart.

5.               When I die, I want people to say this about me . . .
That I was real, honest, and loved with all my being.

6.               Chick flicks or action/adventure?
Acton/Adventure all the way! I do like chick flicks one in awhile, but I love Action, Fantasy, Scifi, and Comedies!

7.               The thing that makes me want to go postal.
Stupid and/or rude people. I want to beat them senseless!

CONTEST: Would you like to win a free copy of Earth's End???

On March 1^st I'll be having a drawing to give away a copy of Earth's End signed by me. Everyone who comments on my Earth's End post at one of the stops on my tour will be enter into the drawing (one entry per person, per blog), so you have a chance to win at every stop along the way. The very last post of the tour will be on my blog and will announce the winner (on March 1st). So, stop by as many blogs as you possibly can to increase your chances to win a copy of the book!

I will announce each posting/blog stop on Facebook and Twitter. So, if you aren't my friend or following me...you better start if you want to win.

                                              

Thanks for sharing your work and your wonderful humor with us, Rebecca. I recommend that you take her advice about the contest - she has tons of those zombie types just waiting to chomp on your ass if you don't. I'm just sayin....

Margie

P.S. Voting continues through 1/23 for Books of the Year and Author of the Year honors. Hard as Teak, my gay coming out story is nominated for GLBT Book of the Year and yours truly is nominated as GLBT Author of the Year. My book was on the Amazon top 100 bestselling gay/lesbian books for over 100 days. It still appears on the top 100 erotica novels. I'd love to win in both categories.  Voting can be done here. One vote only. There's nothing to join. Thank you so much for your support.

my sister,
the river, tells me
of her past-
I then tell her
of my future...

My co-author for Nopeming Shores, J. Andrew Lockhart, gifted me with that tanka to help me set the tone for 2012.  It's opening before me, full of adventures to share with my readers and friends.

In the first quarter –

RAZOR with K.B. Cutter

Blurb: Amy and Bryce don't live the D/s lifestyle, but Bryce is every bit the dominant in the bedroom. And Amy's had enough of it. She takes a drastic step to help Bryce see that being a switch can be a very good thing.

K.B. Cutter lends his wonderful talent for psychological and dark drama to this story. He also was instrumental in developing Bryce's character. Believe me, Bryce has an ego the size of Mount Rushmore in the bedroom, and he's not going to give in easily. K.B. makes sure every dark thought and snarl is felt when he's cornered, and reveals every bit of passion for his wife when he's near her.

I had the honor of developing the storyline arc for the first segment and writing the female characters. Yes, that's a plural. Amy may be a meek name, but this woman has surprising determination and secrets. When she makes her bold suggestion to Bryce, she does it with an open mind and a lot of confidence many women wouldn't have. I suppose it helps that she has more than one ulterior motive.

RAZOR is a very intense, explicit drama. The first installment comes as part of a BDSM anthology, Bound by Love, from Sizzler Editions. We expect the release the first week of February.

After that, K.B. and I will flesh out a full novel. RAZOR has way too many exciting possibilities to end at 9,000 words. The story will explore the D/s lifestyle and include aspects not commonly written about in typical romances. RAZOR will arouse and entice you in ways you won't expect.

Krewe Daddy by Margie Church

Blurb: Luis is the Daddy, a sought after lover, with an ego to match the mammoth-sized Mardi Gras floats he designs. His lifestyle and reputation are wearing him out, but Luis can't find a satisfying way to break the cycle and be happy, too.

Drew's insecurities pushed him to have a foolish affair six years ago. It destroyed his relationship with Luis and he's never been able to commit to anyone since. He's taken control of his life and changed his submissive personality by becoming a model for Kevin Marks, and a wildlife enforcement agent in New Orleans.

These men haven't forgotten each other or settled their differences. They accidentally meet in a gay bar, and the years of regret, anger, and pent-up emotions bubble to the surface. Their passion is as hot as ever, their mistrust just as potent. When Drew's future is in Luis' hands, will he choose love or his lifestyle?

Drew is a character you should remember from Hard as Teak. He is the one who got away and this is his story of redemption. Krewe Daddy is an erotic m/m romance that will be released February 27, from Noble Romance.  With any luck, it'll be a bestseller the way Hard as Teak was!

Sequel to The 18^th Floor

Also promised for the first half of the year is this piece. If you enjoy erotic BDSM romance, check out the first book now, and watch for another featuring the delicious Alexa and her beloved, Dom, Sebastian.

One Night Stand

This short story is still vegging in the recesses of my brain. (Can't be that far back cuz I'm blond.) My pals Kate and Val have been waiting more than a year for me to fork one of these over. I'll get 'er done this year.

Conferences

I'm thinking about several – Romance Times, Erotic Authors Association, Gay Authors, and a couple of reader events. My goal is to get in front of more readers this year, so any opportunity to do that will be higher on my radar.

I hope you will enjoy these books and keep in touch. Watch for excerpts and snippets on my website very soon. Buy all my titles on Amazon. 

Thanks for your friendship and for being a fan. Happy New Year.

Margie

The huff of my dog's snorts broke the silence as she moved through snow-covered field. The fresh powder didn't even have enough light to glisten this morning. The sun was too sleepy to shove the clouds away. I trudged along a walking path near the Mississippi. Nearing its banks, I felt the bite of winter's wrath on my cheeks, which had been frostbitten years earlier.

I warned off my dog."You go on."

She'd gone after some geese two years ago and fell in. I'll never forget watching her wrestling with life and death while dragging herself onto an ice floe. I'd have been devastated to watch her die that way. Today, she shook the loose snow off her body and took off in a safer direction.

Overhead, bare tree branches moved by an invisible hand. The red oak leaves had fallen off months ago. The white oaks shivered in the breeze, making a crisp sound. The branches knocked against each other.

I froze in my tracks and waited to hear the sound again. "Are you here?" My voice sounded fearful, anxious.

In the rush of the wind, his words carried to my mind, speaking to me in a voice nearly forgotten. "I am."

My chin quivered. "It's been such a long time."

"I know. How are you?"

I looked at the gray-bark trees, gnarled with age and disease. I imagined he looked like them in some ways. "I'm okay."

"Show me."

I silently reminisced about the past year.

A moment later, his laugh, similar to mine, echoed in my conscience. "I hear the babbling brook." His pause was lengthy. "You had a lot of fun this year."

I nodded.

"The boys are growing. Each of them got a deer. I would have liked to see that."

"They're marksmen like their father. Like you were, though you never used a bow and arrow."

"The places you visited; the people you've met; the things you've done. You've become someone I never dreamed of."

I choked up. "Is that a good thing? You never told me whether you had any dreams for me."

"It's a good thing. What father wouldn't have good dreams for their child?"

"You never said, and you've been gone most of my life now." I shrugged, the direction of the conversation unlike any other we'd previously had.

"The brook is the laughter. Tell me about the rest."

His voice always held a tenor of authority. He never could be any other way, I guess.

My dog ran up and nuzzled my leg. I patted her head and she scampered off to sniff for things buried under the snow.

"Not today, okay? You were there. People and love died; the haters lived. Throw another log onto the pyre. It seems such a waste of time to try to care about anyone too much these days."

"Cynicism doesn't suit you. It's not your nature at all."

Tears welled in my eyes.

"I hear the babbling brook again."

I sniffled. "Tears are tears in joy or sorrow."

"And a brave smile is still a smile."

"I'm disappointed in humanity, dad."

"So you're going to get out the bricks and mortar and reinforce the walls?"

"I've thought about it—a lot." The ground blurred with tears as I looked at my boots and kicked the loose snow.

"I doubt you'll be happy with so much concrete around your heart. How will the boys and your husband even get in?"

I wiped my cheek with the back of my mitten-covered hand. "I'll give them a key." Looking at the branches swaying in a breeze I couldn't feel at ground level, I imagined them being his chest, moving in and out as he breathed.

"And?"

"When they get tired of me, I'll take the keys back, just like I did with the others."

"Aren't you the dramatic one! You won't be alone."

My anger rose. "I'm fine with my own company, just like you were."

"I was miserable."

I crooked an eyebrow. "Tell me about it. I lived with you."

"Break the cycle. Let them in, even if it hurts."

"Even if they abandon me?"

"They don't know what they missed. It's their loss. Be someone else's hero."

I could barely speak. "But it feels like my chest is being crushed every time I think about it." Tears dripped down my cheeks. "It shouldn't be this way. I'm an idiot for caring, and yet I keep doing it again and again." A humorless chuckle left my lips. "There must be some kind of treatment program for people like me."

"Naw, you're just trying to find your way, like everyone else."

"Is it ever lonely where you are?"

"No. There's a sense of peace and inclusion that I never had on Earth."

"That's good to know, because the haters rule here."

"Don't quit trying. Sometimes you win and sometimes—"

"You lose."

"I was going to say, you don't."

"The new year is coming, and it'll bring some huge endings and challenges."

"I know. Meet them with a smile and a strong heart. I'll be around."

Surprised, my mood brightened. "Really? When?"

"Whenever the oaks knock."

©2011 Margie Church

I'm pleased to have two new-to-Romance With SASS guests - Lani Rhea and JP Archer! The three of us write for Renaissance Ebooks (aka Sizzler).  These two women are living in the heart of Oklahoma, carrying out their dream. They write in the paranormal and contemporary erotic romance genre. You can find them either reading or writing. They’d love to hear from you.  

Margie: What’s your biggest joy as a writer?

JP: Bringing characters to life that evokes an emotional response from a reader.  I love it when the words we write make someone laugh out loud, or sigh or get horny and go jump their man….lol. That’s awesome. It’s powerful.

LR: The spark of one idea, of how it can grow into so many possibilities, then trying to find the right character to fit the role. The whole process is fun.

Margie: Do your characters speak to you?

LR: Yes. I swear I’m not crazy. If you see me staring into space and mumble something I’m planning the next big thing with which ever character is in my head at the moment.

JP: Yes. And the long distance bills are getting way out of control. Ha Ha Ha. Seriously, they speak to me but not in a conversational way. It’s more like I can feel who they are and how they think and I am able to channel that onto the page.

Margie: What’s the craziest plot you never wrote?

JP: I had this dream one night about a girl who could step outside of time and move around people like they were statues, she was stealing a bracelet from a jewelry counter. She then discovers that she is her own mother. That she is part of a time loop. I thought about having that as a supernatural ability and what other purposes it could be used for or what else she might be able to do. It still tickles my mind but I haven’t been able to resolve it yet.

LR: I’ve started writing this, but never finished. My time travel doppelganger story, I call it Time of Unity. A man is created in a government lab and has never seen the outside world his entire childhood or teen years. He is sent back in time to save the lives of important people of our past. During all his time travel he meets a lady. A prophecy of an unborn child comes true and is stolen after birth by a witch. So yeah, one day I’ll finish this story. 

Margie: Dumbest thing you ever did and didn’t get caught?

LR: On our honeymoon, my husband slipped his hand down inside my pants on a ride at Epcot. We tried to find another place to go to have fun, but were out of luck. So this ride held dark potential.

JP: Making out with my boyfriend in my mom’s car in the middle of the afternoon while in the parking lot of her job, waiting for her to get off work. We steamed up the windows good and proper! LOL. We had just barely got zipped up and him out of the car when she and about 200 other employees started out of the building at 4:30 pm.

Margie: Tell us something unexpected about yourself?

JP: I am a recovering sex addict. Proudly five years monogamous now. That is why Lani writes the sex and I write the romance. I have to keep certain boundaries and limits to be able to keep and enjoy my recovery.

LR: Well, I can’t top JP here, and I’m very proud of her. She is so brave writing alongside me with these erotic stories. Something people don’t know about me is I’ve had open heart and lung surgery as a baby. I have multiple scars all over my body. The last time I ever wore a bikini in public I was seven.  I’m also very, fair-skinned. Whenever I sunbathe I gain A LOT of freckles. Thanks to my redheaded granny and the Irish that runs through me.

Margie: When holding a cocktail party, five guests are on the invitation list, living or dead. Who are they and why?

LR: LR:   Of course JP, because she is my best friend. *grin*

2.      An ancestor I never knew I was kin to until I found out on ancestory.com, Jane Austen. I would love to sit at the table with her and talk books.

3.      Julia Roberts, because I love her in Pretty Woman.

4.      Johnny Depp. He’s so hot! He’s traveled the lands, but yet to discover my… yeah! JK btw I love how he speaks.

5.      My gang from Will Blog for Sex on Facebook. We always have the best Flash Fiction Friday’s to ever grace the Internet. They are all supportive. So I guess this means I would have more than five guests, right? Lol

JP: Aaw. Thanks Lani. Of course you’re invited to any party I have. Standing invitation.

1)      Whoopi Goldberg- because she’s funny and smart.

2)      Queen Elizabeth the First- Would love to find out if she actually did Robert Dudley or not.

3)      Stevie Nicks- she is one of my favorite singers and very reclusive.

4)      Laurel K. Hamilton- awesome writer. I’ve read all of her book and she’s the best in her genre.

5)      Andy Warhol- so he could take a picture of all of us.

Margie: And now a blurb and excerpt from the newly released The Ark Hotel: Before the Dawn, part of The Sexiest Time of the Year an anthology from Renaissance eBooks Inc.

Blurb:

With the Mayan’s predicted doomsday a year away, inspires many to take a spin on the Wheel of Pleasure at the risqué Ark Hotel.

Running north from an abusive relationship, Angie Perkins, never suspected her life would change by a chance encounter. Repulsed, she despises the Ark Hotel.

Noah Hawthorne, part owner and CEO of The Ark Hotel, can’t know that fate would serve up his true love in a small town diner.

With Christmas around the corner, can these two give of their hearts, finding their way past their pasts to each other as the clock ticks down on the world’s final moments?

Excerpt:

Her need to lick his pure, male skin, overpowered all rational thought. She wanted to flick her tongue across a flat male nipple and have him groan for more. Her heart raced with the picture projected in her mind.

Her hand slipped inside his shirt to his smooth, hairless chest. Her hand slid over his pec.

Angie became aware of the lifting of her tight sweater.

Noah palmed her breast through the lace of her bra.

The heat of his hand in competition with the freezing temperature created a paradox of pleasure.

He rolled a turgid nipple between a thumb and index finger. Oh, definitely a breast man.

Angie placed a kiss at the crease of the shirt's V. She played with one of his nipples.

He moaned and clenched a handful of her hair.

Placing her cheek on his warm skin to listen to his out of control pounding heart, she came back to reality. She glanced up to Noah's handsome face.

Heavy lidded, eyes slit open, he stared down. His smile was beautiful, frustrated. "Always the wrong time or the wrong place," he chuckled.

"Ain't that the truth." She offered a rueful grin. "You know, we could always go to my apartment when we're done here."

A wild pace settled behind his eyes. She barely kept her balance when Noah spun away with her hand in his.

"We're done," he growled.

Angie giggled at his impatience. The reflection of her needs helped her keep speed with Noah's lengthy strides. They almost jogged towards his truck, leaving the gazebo and sleigh behind.

Margie:  GREAT excerpt ladies! Where can your readers find you?

Jp Archer:

Blog: http://jp-archer.blogspot.com

Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100002049742744

Lani Rhea:

Blog:  http://lanirhea.blogspot.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100001398447891

Facebook Fan Page:  http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Lani-Rhea/286017144766071

Twitter  https://twitter.com/#!/RheasRomance

Website  http://www.lanirhea.webs.com/

Email them at rheaarcherbooks@gmail.com or find their communal blog at http://rheaarcherbooks.blogspot.com which houses their personal social media links.

Margie: Where can people buy the anthology your story The Ark Hotel: Before the Dawn is featured in?

Renaissance eBooks Inc. http://shop.renebooks.com/ProductDetails.asp?ProductCode=ANTHO-04

Amazon  http://www.amazon.com/SEXIEST-TIME-YEAR-ENCOUNTERS-ebook/dp/B006FLVZCU/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1322613583&sr=1-1

Barnes & Noble  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-sexiest-time-of-the-year-sascha-illyvich/1107522929?ean=2940013494596&itm=1&usri=the+sexiest+time+of+the+year%3a+erotic+encounters+at+the+yule+season+-+edited+by+sascha+illyvich&workid=1036548088

Thank you so much for having us today, Margie. *grin* We are giving away a free copy of The Sexiest Time of the Year. Leave us a comment with your email and tomorrow, Dec. 21^st, we will choose a winner. To better your odds of winning, send a friend to comment mentioning your name. Each time your name is mentioned you get another entry. So be watching your emails tomorrow!

It's my pleasure to host you and you're welcome back any time!

This is Amber's first visit to Romance with SASS. We both write for Sizzler Editions and I hope you'll give her a warm welcome.

Who is Amber Rose Thompson?

By day I am a librarian, by night an erotic writer with romantic overtones to my work. I wish there was a purple cape to wear while I write. It feels like I’m a covert librarian writing the very material my library would never carry. I have been married for fifteen years to the person of my dreams which is probably why I write erotica. I want to get her turned on. The odd thing about our marriage is that we both are transgendered. When we got married we were in different bodies with different genders. Talk about your odd marriage, but that changes we went through and the experiences garnered infiltrate and affect my writing, giving me an intriguing view on what women and men experience at the height of erotic tension and passion.

And now for the scary interview questions!

 Pooches or Kitties?

Before I upset anyone, I want to make it very, very clear I love animals. It isn’t for lack of trying that we don’t share our one bedroom apartment with an otter and a penguin. My wife keeps saying no. I need to find a better way of black mailing her I think, but she always uses logic like flowing water and ice. Anyway, cats and dogs rock….but must side with the kitties. And yes, I have smelled kitty breath but I still love them, even when my girl kitty wakes me up in the middle of the night with a swat to my face. She doesn’t get consensual versus non-consensual at all or good touch/bad touch.

You’re in the Miss World Pageant. They ask the big question, “If I become Miss World, I want to…”

Sweaty palms are in check since I don’t want to stain my red satin and sequin dress. The dress, by the way, is so skin tight that any water from my palms might shrink it more, necessitating scissors to remove it. So I force my hands to my side, walk up to the mike with an elongated neck and say, “I want to become a man.” By that point, the people on stage with me have gone paralytic and the news crews have me on every ten seconds. I might not become Miss World, but the world will know about me.

The things that make me want to go postal.


I’ve had this one since I was a teenager. You’ll probably laugh at me when you find out and think me weird, but I hate, hate, hate being told to smile. There you have it, the one thing that is most likely to make me go postal inside the confines of my head. The glare that it ensues probably clues people into a small taste of what I am thinking, and it is best they don’t have telepathy or I’d be told to get a thesaurus to add variety to my swear words. The thing is the first time someone said this to me, I was really happy and giddy in my internal dialogue. Stupid me to realize you must wear a sign in neon so other people know you are happy. Sigh, and I still get people telling me this all the time.

Do you use your personal sex life for fodder for your books?

Sure. I can’t write about something I don’t have some experience with. Before I write a scene, I must first smell it, taste it, hear it, and see it- the characters are talking, the streets or bedroom have their noises, bodies are radiating heat and pheromones. Any time I write without first experiencing the scene in my mind, I end up deleting what I’ve written. And the best way to experience my scenes is to draw from personal experience at least in some form. It might be a look, a sigh, a rustle of the sheets, but there is a part of me in everything I write.

(*Note to self - buy Amber's book today* bwahahahah!)

Tell us something unexpected about yourself.

I spent a month at a Zen Monastery. In fact I try to still meditate every day but my full time job, commuting, and writing make it hard to fit it in as much as I would like. I do think meditation and orgasms have a lot in common. At the climax of both, the mind is shed of external thought and there is a moment blissful silence, then the moans return.

Do you have to get in the mood to write a love scene?

For me it isn’t so much a mood as a context. Because I can use my laptop while on lunch, break, or during commuting times, I can write outside my house. When I can tune out the sounds around me and feel unexposed, then I can write love scenes. Since this is harder to do outside my house, I tend to write my hottest scenes at home. There have been times I have written really hot stuff when in public, but I feel like everyone knows and I am exhibiting. Don’t mind this so much on the subway or ferry, but at work I get a creepy feeling about doing it.

Favorite time of day to write.

Really late at night into the early A.M. I lie propped up in bed with my laptop on my knees and type by the light of my backlit screen. The room has a blue haze to it from my computer lights. My wife is sleeping next to me, the cats are at the foot of the bed, and the world outside my window is quiet with only an occasional car going by. There is a peace at night when most of the world is asleep around you. I find my thoughts flow right onto the page with gleeful abandon.

Do your characters speak to you?

Yes, which is both good and bad. They sometimes speak to me at very inopportune times. The characters don’t care if I’m helping an elderly woman learn how to open an email account, their saucy and vindictive words start coming to me and I can’t even defend myself by attacking them on the page. Just kidding. I would never attack my characters. I do have to sleep sometime and would never want them ganging up on me in my sleep. I wouldn’t put it past some of them. On the good side, they do help with the dialog, but then again they also take the dialog away from me and say the oddest things at times.

What do friends and family think of your books?

Well most of my friends seem to rate my books by the number of orgasms they get from reading my novellas or how long it takes them to get through a scene because they have to stop and care for their own needs. I’d say that is very positive. Some even ask for particular scenes in the future. I find that charming. It means I’m getting to see the fantasy world of people I care about who trust me with their own fantasies.
 
(*Note to self- Buy Amber's book this minute)

The thing that creeps me out the most.

Is why we still have starvation and unemployment in a country with billionaires and so many resources.

Thanks for coming to Romance With SASS today, Amber!  I wish you the best of luck with your newest book, Scheherazade's Gift!

Keep up with Amber and buy her book here:

Erotic Romance- http://amberrosethompson.wordpress.com/

Facebook- Amber Rose Thompson Erotic, BDSM Romance Writer (Page) and Amber Rose Thompson Erotic Romance Novels (Group)
Twitter- BDSMErotica

Purchase at Sizzler Editions http://shop.renebooks.com/ and Amazon.

It's with great pleasure that I welcome my friend, E. Jamie, to Romance with SASS. We met while writing fan fiction on Forbidden Love, and I'm thrilled to see her first Noble Romance title be released next week.

Firstly I want to thank Margie for letting me play in her sandbox today! I'm so honored to be here with such a great lady and fantastic author. I've been writing romance for longer than I should have been but published since 2008 with my steamy first short story To Love A Knight! I live in Toronto, Canada where we're bracing ourselves for yet another god awful Canadian winter. Good thing I have some steamy love stories coming up to keep me and hopefully my readers warm, like We'll Meet Again which is coming out on the 21^st from Noble Romance!

And now for those interview questions you've been putting off!

1.      Biggest joy as a writer?

There's the wonderful acknowledgement from fans and fellow authors who take the time after the book is out to let you know how much they enjoy your work, but during the actual writing process, there's that sort of surreal moment where you're so caught up in the story and characters that your "real world" fades away and you look up a whole hour has gone by and you hadn't even noticed! Love that feeling.

 2.      Biggest challenge as a writer?

Probably keeping your butt in the chair when the words just won't come. That and making time for promotion!

 3.      Plotter or a pantser and why?

I'm definitely a plotter. I can't just sit and not know where I'm going because then I'll have pages of rambling and characters just moving about with no direction waiting for something interesting to happen. I'm too much of a control freak to allow that!

 4.      Do you have to get in the mood to write a love scene?

Not necessarily in a romantic mood but I do have to want them to get busy! I find I can get in the 'mood' pretty easily once I start writing the scene because love scenes are a real strength of mine, I'm told. If the characters are ready and are strong enough and compelling enough, I'll really look forward to that time that they finally come together. Pun intended. (winks)

 5.      Describe your writing year so far and what's on the horizon.

I'm so thrilled about the coming year because I have the first book in a trilogy that is another WW2 themed romance called Resistance coming out. The first book is called The Arrangement and will be out in February. Readers also really love my cowboy Ben in my novella Redemption so I'm at work on a new cowboy romance called Wanted that is set at the end of the civil war. Looking forward to getting that one done and out to readers too!

 I thought I'd share an excerpt from my angsty passion filled WW2 romance We'll Meet Again with you all and give away a free copy to one lucky commenter. Hope you enjoy!

Here's the blurb first: It's 1943; Cassie Atherton's fiancé Phillip Davis is fighting in the war, and she is doing her part as an American nurse in England. When nursing a seriously injured English captain named Edward James Harrison, Cassie suddenly finds herself truly in love for the very first time. Instantly drawn to each other, Cassie tries to resist James's shameless flirting but the two of them grow close during his convalescence. They know their futures lie elsewhere but neither expect their parting to come when the unexpected death of her father calls Cassie back home. Once he’s fully recovered, James returns to active duty and ends up on a mission with Phillip in Japan where both men are captured. Their joint suffering in the POW camp under Lieutenant Dai bonds them as the best of friends.

They manage to escape and Phillip brings James with him when he returns back home to Boston to meet Cassie, not being aware that the two already know each other. Torn between friendship and love, honor and passion, set against a backdrop of violence and historical upheaval, Cassie and James try to fight a love that refuses to be denied.

And a hot excerpt!

 She pressed her head against his. "You are everything to me. Everything, James, and you were from the moment I met you. You endured terrible horrors, like the other men in your company. They will carry that with them, and I know you will as well, but understand please that I want to help you carry that burden. I want to help us to move forward to the happy future we deserve after all the hardship of the past. The war is over, my love."

"I feel it will never be over for me," he admitted softly.

"It is over and you did your duty. Now let me remind you what you fought for." She kissed him gently. "Our future . . . our happiness."

He cupped her face with one hand, and brushed his lips across hers. "Dear God you are the most wonderful thing, the most beautiful, wonderful thing in existence. I want to just bury myself in you and feel the peace you so freely offer me and never leave. I don’t deserve it." He turned and pulled her against him, bringing her over his thighs so that she now faced him. "I’m a murderer."

"A soldier," she corrected, dotting his face with kisses as she positioned herself over his now erect shaft.

"A monster," he countered, nuzzling her neck.

"A hero," Cassie insisted, and gasped as she moved down and felt him fill her.

He groaned, and his eyes fluttered closed. "But I need you. My God, I need you so much, Cassandra."

"I’m here," she assured him, squeezing her muscles around his length. "Do you feel me, sweetheart?" She took his hand and placed it over her heart. "Do you feel my heart racing? Only you do that to me." Cassie said rocking her hips slowly, bursts of sensation going off through her blood. "Only you."

"Let’s go to bed," James groaned, pressing his teeth against the wet flesh of her shoulder before forcing her off of him. 

He carried her to the bed and they were both still dripping as he pushed into her again in one smooth hard thrust.

"Ohh," Cassie sighed, arching on the mattress and pulling him closer until he covered her with his body.

"My sweet wife, my heart." He rocked slowly, meeting her gaze with heated desire in his own.

She felt relieved, seeing the man she knew and loved back in those eyes, looking back at her with the same love she herself needed to survive.

"More," she urged, kissing his neck, his jaw, holding his hips in her hands as he acquiesced and quickened the pace.

He cupped her face and kissed her as he moved, sending her senses spinning. Cassie wrapped her legs around him, wanting to keep him there, keep him safe. She wanted to love him, take care of him, and grow old with him. If this whole trauma left anything to be grateful for, it was this: she now knew what it truly meant to be a wife.

Cassie held him close to her and smiled softly as she traced the contours of his face, now tightening in pleasure rather than sorrow. Being a wife was more than just a pretty dress and a party on one day. It was a lifetime of sharing joy and sorrow, of being strong because your husband needed you and letting him share your burdens as well. She knew she’d be strong enough to face anything with James now.

She took his hand and kissed his palm, his wrist.

"I love you," he sighed, kissing her forehead. "I love you. I love you."

She shivered beneath him, feeling his love wash over her, feeling as if it were renewing them both.

Cassie ran her fingers through his hair and moved with him, feeling him swell within her. Their breaths came together as the haze of passion blurred everything around her but James’s face.

"I love you," she murmured, feeling the tightening in her belly at the impending orgasm.

He kissed her, his tongue meeting hers. She took in his groan of pleasure  and recognized that he was nearing his release. He opened his eyes and looked down at her in question when he prepared to pull out of her, but she locked her legs around him and nodded instead.

What better time for a new beginning, a new baby? She didn’t know if it was too soon after Phillip, but she wouldn’t mind if they had a second child conceived now, when they were renewing their promise to each other to live for the future, when they had defeated the past.

He nodded as well and she felt James lose control above her. She buried her face in his neck, feeling the rapid beat of his pulse as she followed him over the edge.

He collapsed on top of her and apologized.

Cassie laughed. "No need. I love the feel of your body against mine, husband."

He turned and pulled her onto him, pushing a lock of her damp hair behind her ear. "The feeling is mutual, my wife." He ran his fingers down her bare back. "Do you think . . . ?"

"I don’t know, but we could always try again," Cassie said, kissing his chest.

"Won’t that be fun?" James sighed, kissing her. "Thank you," he said seriously.

"There’s no need for that either," she promised him. "I would never let you face your demons alone. I love you too much."

 

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