Showing posts with label Polyamory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Polyamory. Show all posts

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Meghan Keenan of A Woman for Zachary by @AdrianaKraft #EroticRomance #Ménage #Polyamory


 

RW:   What’s your story/back story, Meg? Why would someone come up with a story about you?

MK:    Why? I have no clue. I’m bisexual, but so are lots of women, and I’m polyamorous, but I don’t think I’m all that unique. Maybe reading about me will help other women accept themselves if that’s the way they swing—I hope so. What’s my back story? I just turned twenty-one, and I’m a small-town Wisconsin girl trying to make it on Broadway.

RW:   Can you tell us about your hero or heroine?

MK:    LOL! In this book (well, in all the stories in my series) I have one of each! Zach’s my current main squeeze—probably three decades older than me, but what a guy! Then there’s Josie, my drama coach, who’s known Zach a long time; he brought me to her after he saw me at the Community Playhouse in my home town.

RW:   What problems do you have to face and overcome in your life?

MK:    That’s a curious question. My family didn’t have much when I was growing up, so just keeping my head above water financially was a problem until Zach found me. He’s sponsoring my theater studies in New York, and things are looking up. So, at this point I really don’t have any problems of my own—maybe that’s why I’m so willing to get involved in the problems of other people, like Zach and Josie.

RW:   Do you expect your hero and heroine to help, or are they the problem?

MK:    Actually, they are precisely the problem: they’ve been dancing around each other for ten years, and it doesn’t take an idiot to see there’s no reason for them not to be together. But getting them to recognize that? Like pulling teeth! Just between you and me, though, I’m having a lot of fun with each of them while I work through what to do next to fan their flames for each other. Right now, they’re having an argument about how to share me!

RW:   Where do you live?

MK:    Here in New York I have a cute two-bedroom walk-up apartment in Brooklyn, not far from the Brooklyn Gardens. I love my neighborhood—culturally diverse, safe (amazingly), full of unique cafes, boutiques, restaurants… I don’t need a car. I can get anywhere I need on the subway, so the whole city is my apple.

RW:   If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?

MK:    Right now? I can’t imagine settling down any single place—my life is in front of me, and there’s so much to explore! I want to see the west, I’d like to go on tour with a Broadway play, maybe take a cruise someday, or find a summer theater some place I’m curious about. I do love New York, and even though I just barely got here, I suspect it will always pull me back. It’s where anything that matters in theater is happening, pretty much.

RW:       If you came with a warning label, what would it say?

MK:       That’s easy. Unsafe at any speed! Actually, I think I’m very safe, but I like to push boundaries. I’d never want to break up anyone else’s relationship, but when I find a relationship in trouble, my antennae go up for how to bring them together, and sometimes the people involved never know what hit them! So far I’ve never missed, though.

RW:       Satin, Egyptian cotton, jersey, flannel… What are your favorite sheets?

MK:       I’ve never had satin sheets, though I think maybe Josie does; everything she owns is top drawer. When I’m in her bed, though, I’m not exactly focused on the sheets…

I think when I’m more settled, I won’t care so much what my sheets are made of as I will that my bedroom looks inviting and is comfortable, a place for loving.

RW:       Hunky heroes or average Joe?

MK:       It’s the eyes. I mean, I like a nice body (male or female, don’t forget), and I’m probably not going to get too excited about someone who doesn’t take good care of their body, but what turns me on or off most is their eyes: Warm, inviting, open, honest, caring? I’m in. Their eyes will show me what they’re passionate about.

RW:       Party life or quiet dinner for two?

MK:       No need to choose—I love both (you had to know I’d swing both ways, right?). With the right person, a softly lit quiet dinner for two…or three, more likely. But sometimes the moment calls for a party, and I’m first in line for that, too.

RW:       What are you afraid of?

MK:       You would ask. I can’t see the future, but I’m sure someday I’ll want a special love (or loves) of my own, not just for the moment, but for the long haul—and deep down, I’m afraid I won’t be able to find someone who loves and accepts me the way I am and is willing to share me.

RW:       Thanks for speaking with me today. And I know you’ll find someone willing to love you, accept you, and share you. There are a lot of good poly people out there.

Adriana Kraft

Bio

We are a married couple writing sizzling romantic suspense and erotic romance for two, three, or more. With backgrounds in criminology and counseling, we combine our expertise in the criminal mind, trauma, healing, and human nature with a passion for robust sexuality and life-long vitality.

One man, one woman, danger and intrigue—always a happy ending, but oh, what a ride! Our romantic suspense line delivers “warmth, blazing hot sex, and well-developed characters” (Romance Junkies Reviews) as our hero and heroine battle outer threats and inner demons to stay alive and fall in love.

A man, a woman (or two), or another man, threesomes, foursomes, what’s your fantasy? We write our erotic romance stories to entertain, of course, but most of all we write them because we believe in happy endings for all who fall in love, whatever their gender, sexual orientation or numerical combination.

A Woman for Zachary
(Meghan’s Playhouse, Book Two)

The Plot

It’s New York! Broadway beckons, but Meg has more fun keeping an erotic triangle going with her current flame, Zach Cullen, and her drama coach, Josie Patrice.

Zachary Cullen has ignored Josette Patrice’s overtures for years, but she agrees to take on his latest protégé-slash-arm-candy Meghan Keenan in her off-Broadway workshop theater. Though the girl has incredible talent, Josie would stake her reputation on that little thing being a switch-hitter, like herself, and she doesn’t want Zach to be duped. Josie sets out to seduce Meg and expose her for what she is, but all bets are off when Meg turns the tables on Josie to hook her up with Zach.

An Excerpt:

Josie was shaking her head back and forth before Zach finished speaking. “That’s not enough.”

Zach closed the distance between the two of them.
She pressed her back against the wall, and he placed his palms against it, framing her head. She licked her lips.

What was he doing? She’d imagined him being this close countless times but not in this way. Not in anger. Not struggling with his sense of fairness over sharing another woman. She kept her arms locked at her sides.

“That’s exactly what Meg said. What is enough? Do we draw lots for her?”

Josie shook her head.

“Maybe I can have her even days of the month, and you odd days.”

“That might work.” Josie could hardly breathe. Zach’s male scent was overpowering. She’d agree to almost anything, if he just stayed where he was.


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Saturday, June 15, 2013

Polyamory and True Love

Continuing from last week’s blog:

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In the book Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert A. Heinlein, Jubal Harshaw tells Ben Caxton, “Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”  This is the kind of love Eric, the Phantom has for Christine Daaé in The Phantom of the Opera, and Eponine has for Marius in Les Miserables.

 

Do you think if push came to shove you would be willing to sacrifice your love and freely give him/her to another because him/her happiness is so important to you that you could not live knowing they are miserable without that person?

I think I can say yes to that question.  Fan of Heinlein that I am, I read Stranger in a Strange Land and Time Enough for Love long ago.  I grasped Heinlein’s ideas about being able to love more than one person at a time.  I didn’t stop loving Elizabeth when Christine came along.  Why should I stop loving my Dear Hubby or boyfriend if another man came along?  Or if another woman came along (provided she was a good woman who I knew would not take advantage of him or hurt him).

I didn’t know there was a name for such relationships until much later.  It’s called polyamory.  The difference between a poly relationship and cheating is honesty and communication.  If you have a relationship with someone behind my back, you’re cheating.  If you are honest and communicate with both the other lady and me and we have the right to see other men and we are honest and communicate openly with you and them, we are polyamorous.  I always thought military families should be poly so if one husband was deployed there would be someone around to fix the plumbing or the car or whatever when it broke.  Not to mention co-wives keep you company and to babysit when you need a break.  And there are the financial advantages of mingled incomes, having been a Navy wife who never had enough money and always had stuff break down when DH was out to sea.  But, I digress.

I ran into a group of poly people at a karaoke bar, and started dating a man.  We happened to be exclusive for about a year.  Didn’t exactly mean to be, but were.  I care a lot about this man and he is legally blind and unable to drive.  When we decided we wanted to be closer, we lived in the same apartment building.  (Neither of us wanted to live together, but that enabled us to see each other daily and still have our own space.)  I drove; he carried.  And, I drove him out to meet other women because I knew I could not fill all of his needs, and if I was going to have co-sweeties I wanted to be sure they were people with whom I was compatible as well.  Of course, we’re human.  We can’t all be like Jubal Harshaw and Ben Caxton or like Eric and Eponine, or Sidney Carton in A Tale of Two Cities.  Boy, that’ll make you cry, too!  Except for poor Sidney who had to be where he was in order for Lucie Manette to have her HEA, if Raoul and Eric had been able to share Christine and Cosette and Eponine had been able to share Marius, those movies would have had much happier endings.  But then, I guess they were meant to be gut-wrenching tear-jerkers.  Clearly Victor Hugo was not writing a romance, nor was Gaston Leroux.  I wonder what they’d think of the musical versions that have us women swooning over the likes of Alfie Bowe, Hugh Jackman and Gerard Butler and grabbing for the tissues?

I do not consider programs like Big Love to portray polyamory.  The polygamy of religious sects in which woman are treated as chattel and do not have the same right to add men to the family that their husbands do to add women is not my idea of true love.  And if I get onto that soapbox, I’ll have a third blog and it will be a rant.  I do believe Elizabeth is making a roast and may possibly even have finished staining the deck around the pool by the time I get there for supper.  Who knows?  We may even watch a movie musical this evening.  Seems that’s where I started this tome.  All though, I’ve cut it in half so by the time you read this, it will be next week.