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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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Monday, August 07, 2017

Lucas Bloodfeather of The Summer Cabin by Lynn Crain @oddlynn3 #EroticRomance, #EthnicRomance, #NavajoPueblo






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

LB:        Hmm…my back story… Well, I grew up on an Indian reservation because I’m a quarter Navajo, and three quarters Pueblo and Spanish. That’s where I get the blue eyes. And I suppose she wrote about me because I was still waiting for Madison.

RW:       Can you tell us about your heroine?

LB:        We grew up together. I felt sorry for her because she was the only white girl in our class. Her uncle was Native and the only person left after her parents and aunt died. I must have fallen for her then because I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want her around. She’s pig-headed and ran away because she was afraid of us.

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

LB:        We’re from two cultures. Up until she was seven, she lived somewhere in the East. Her family moved to New Mexico because her aunt live on the reservation as she was married to Jonas Blackhorse. She was recently acquitted of any wrong doing in his death. Now, she’s FBI and I’m just a Tribal Police Chief doing the best I can for my people.

RW:       Do you expect your heroine to help or is she the problem?

LB:        Even if she doesn’t want to admit it, Madison came back because she loves it here. And yes, I do think she wants to help with all the injustice she sees on the reservation.

RW:       Where do you live?

LB:        Santa Agua Pueblo, New Mexico.

RW:       During what time-period does your story take place?

A.                        (Lucas gives a lopsided smile.) Right now.

RW:       How are you coping with the conflict in your life?

LB:        As an Indian, we’re taught young to cope with the things we can and can’t have. Being part Pueblo Indian, we were more integrated into society than most. Over all, I’d say I cope pretty well.

RW:       Bubble baths or steamy showers? Ocean or mountains? Puppies or kittens? Chocolate or caramel?

LB:        With or without Madison? We live in the mountains, so I’ll go with that. Most likely puppies—I’ve never had a cat—and I’m a chocolate fan.

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

LB:        Right where I’m at.

RW:       What is your secret guilty pleasure?

LB:        Hmmm…again…with or without Madison?


RW:       If I could (fill in the blank) I’d (fill in the blank).

LB:        If I could change the reservation system, I’d bring prosperity to all tribes.

RW:   Those are all the questions I have for you. Thank you for speaking to me.

LB:     You’re very welcome. Anything to get our story out there and to help Lynn

Lynn Crain

Bio

Award-winning author Lynn Crain has done it all in her life. From nursing to geology, her life experiences have added to her detail-rich stories. She loves writing full-time, weaving contemporary, fantasy, futuristic and paranormal tales, tame to erotic, for various publishers. Her home is in the desert southwest of New Mexico, and she recently returned from her latest adventure of living in Vienna, Austria while her husband worked his dream job. She loves hearing from her readers at lynncrain@cox.net.

The Summer Cabin

The Plot:

Madison Bergman goes to the only home she’s known to recover from the death of her beloved uncle, Jonas Blackhorse. It is her hope that she be allowed to keep their summer cabin but since she doesn’t have a drop of Native American blood it’s doubtful. She just never thought she’d see the love of her life once again.

Lucas Bloodfeather has waited fifteen long years for Maddie to return to him. The tragic death of her uncle, and his mentor, sends her home but after a long investigation that exonerated her beyond any doubt. He has little time to prove to her they belong with each other.

Together they must forge the bond they had in youth and discover, home truly is where the heart resides.

Excerpt

She pulled back, flushing with indignation as she gave him an icy stare. “I don’t think—”

“That’s just it…do not think…feel.”

His tongue moved to her earlobe, as his mouth blew first, then his teeth nibbled a little before moving toward her mouth. The kiss felt like coming home, where suddenly the world righted itself and her body parts acclimated to familiar territory. Letting out a groan, she moved to straddle him.

“You’re vulgar…” she stated as she regarded him. He too had been part of the native world her uncle lived in…how could she have just walked away?

Hot and raw, carnal energy passed between them. She had known better than to get within two feet of him, as they had never been able to keep their hands off each other. Why did she think she could resist now after fifteen years? She placed her hands on his chest and breathed deeply.

“I told you to quit thinking.” His calm voice reassured her in ways nothing else could.

He pulled her to him as his mouth took possession of hers, lips brushing back and forth over her own. His mouth opened, asking for permission to take more and she readily gave it to him. Madison was eager for the taste of him, the feel of his tongue stroking hers, craving his body’s strength. She didn’t have to wait long as his tongue dipped inside and seduced her with hot, profound glides.

Wanting more, her fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, never moving away from the kiss. His smooth chest was warm, palpable against her hands, something real that she could hold onto. He was no longer the young man she remembered, but now someone who knew exactly what he wanted and what he was doing.

He pulled away from her, tracing the curve of her lips before dipping back in to steal another kiss. Finally, he tipped her head back and cradled it in his large palm, gazing into her eyes as if looking for something.

She breathed in deeply, aware of him in every pore of her body—his closeness, the outdoorsy scent that was special only to him, the heat of their skin-to-skin contact. This coming together would be like no other.

“I just have one question.” His breath was ragged as she felt the bulge in his pants just below her crotch.

“And…” she whispered, breathless.

“We could make love here…” He stopped before continuing, as if gauging her response. “We can make love in a bed…or there’s even my squad car out front.”

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