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Last Friday I left with a few tips on who to read, how to get involved in learning the erotic romance industry from the author’s standpoint. For the purposes of this blog, I’m going to reference Rebecca York, because I found her work when I moved to California and hit up the library and she as a paranormal romance author had stories that were intriguing, captivating and of course, sexy.

Her stories for me, were the first beginnings of learning structure of not only the romance novel, but the paranormal story Powerful characters, strong story lines that could go on and on, and serialization were what I picked up from her. It’s my hope that my Total E-bound release “Bound to Her” in the Over the Moon Anthology pays homage to her work.

The tips for learning this industry are simple:

Make some friends. You’ll need the support system for things like going to Romantic Times, Romance Writers of America Nationals, RomCon, and other large industry conferences. Plus that support system will keep you together when you’re ready to throw away your career, no matter HOW long or short it is.

Social Media – Learn it. Use it. Master it. It’s that simple.

Read editor blogs like mine and Guide to Literary Agents The information there is jam packed with tips outside of my experiences. Also, don’t forget WriteSEX

Take classes on craft, marketing and education. This advice hails from the importance of learning and expanding your ability to write about various genres, cross genre write and refine your voice. Unlike investing and “Get rich quick” classes, the real profits belong to both the instructor AND the students.

Continue to write and grow. Reading other romance authors gives you something which to work from, now it’s up to you to use your imagination and go forward into the wild blue yonder!

Here’s another excerpt from Bound to Her

Letting out a breath of relief, Luka smirked. “It’s not that. I was checking to see if you were okay. What happened?”
Setting a hand on her voluptuous hip, Michele turned towards his liquor cabinet. Walking over to one of the open bottles of bourbon, she picked it up, took the top off and took a long sip, gulping down quite a large amount before returning the bottle to its former place. “Fucking sitting in the car waiting for my sister,” she glared at Tiffany for emphasis, “and this asshole comes up to it, sniffs it then transforms. I’m not about to fear you assholes, so I shoved open the door and transformed, as well. We grappled and fought for a moment before he apparently realised whose house he was in front of. He said something about needing to kill you before the full moon in a few days. The rest you know.”
A closer glance at her eyes revealed she was holding back information. Luka filed that away for later when they had more time.
“So, what’s the deal, anyway? Why is someone slightly more psychotic after you?”
Resting against the table, Luka grinned. The unmistakable scent of arousal came from Michele, wafting towards his nose. “Because I’m the ruler of this territory.”
Her eyes widened. She looked at Tiffany and groaned. “You’ve been serving the head of all of the packs in this area?”
Tiffany nodded. “Proudly for the last year.”
Michele snorted. “He’s still a loser.”
Snickering, Luka kept his attention focused on Michele. “You want me. I can smell it. And according to the pendant, you and I need each other.”
She made an unladylike noise. “What the pendant or anyone else says has no effect on me. I am not part of this territory.”
A brow rose. “Do you live in this area with your sister?”
Michele turned her head away. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t want anything to do with wolf politics.”
Luka stepped closer to Michele, keeping his eyes on her body. He watched how the ovals of her eyes narrowed with each step he took. He no longer needed the necklace to tell him what his heart already knew. Whether she wanted it or not was another matter, but he had to get her in his bed and at least make it appear to Lajon and the others he had a mate who would balance him.
He jeered. There was no way this young vixen could balance him. She was all aggression and attitude.
Still, he couldn’t stop himself from cornering her.
She lifted her hands in front of her. “What are you doing?”
Catching them in his, he spoke with his voice dropping lower with each word. “What I need to do in order to make sure you’re healing and will continue to live.”
The panic in her voice caused it to squeak. “I’m fine, I swear it. See?” She pulled away the collar of the robe and bent her head to expose her neck.
A cough sounded behind them.
Luka glanced over his shoulder at Tiffany.
“I’m still here.” She crossed her arms in front of her and tapped her foot.
Luka glared.
Tiffany smirked and wandered out of the kitchen.
The husky tone in Michele’s voice couldn’t be missed. “Goddamn it! Why did you have to send away the only thing keeping you safe?”
Returning his focus to Michele, he cocked an eyebrow. “Keeping me safe?” He stepped closer and was now mere inches from her. He reached out to touch her cheek with a tender hand. Her skin was soft, supple and smooth.
Her head jerked.
He caught her and forced her mouth to his in a heated kiss that started out hard, conquering, but eased to a softer pace with each taste of her.
Her mouth opened for him, letting his tongue slither in and out, around her lower lip.
Luka tasted her, picking up the bourbon spice along with her natural honey and rose, perfumed scents he could find himself easily intoxicated by if he didn’t take some modicum of control.
She sucked in a breath and clutched his arms, pressing her body against his. “Damn you,” she growled against his skin.
Chuckling into her flesh, he stepped back, taking her with him. “Damn me? What for?” He resumed his assault on her mouth with his.
She pulled from the kiss, running her hands up and down the expanse of his shoulders. “For making me want another wolf so badly. It’s been so long…”
He captured her again, clutching a fistful of hair. Tugging her head back, he licked a trail down her jaw, swirling his tongue over the sensitive part of her neck.
She moaned, pulling him tighter against her.
His cock bobbed against her stomach, and despite the robe and his slacks, he could still feel her heat. “You know the rules of this game, then?”
She groaned. Her hands reached his ass, squeezing. “Yes.”
Luka gripped her thighs, heaving her off the ground. “Yet you hate it and are still giving in.”
Nodding, she said, “It’s just sex.” She locked her legs around his waist and reached between their bodies. “May I?”
He nodded, shaking against her. “It’s more than that. You feel it, too, don’t you?”
Another groan. Her hand reached the snap on his slacks, undoing it and unzipping him quickly. Her body pressed into his with deft movements that had her panting, begging for him.
The strength it took to hold her with one arm while she clutched onto him would amaze anyone. Grabbing himself with his other hand, he found her heat, intense enough to travel up the length of his cock before he’d even pressed it against her nether lips.
Michele tensed her thighs, pushing herself off him just slightly before slamming down on his cock.
Both of them shuddered and moaned into each other.
Luka positioned them so she was against the wall, wrapped around him still. The scent of lupine and rose carried through the air, wild and free.
Her wet pussy clenched him, welcoming him with a tightness that didn’t want to let go.
He tangled one fist around her hair and suckled on her neck, tasting and biting the skin so sweet. “Goddamn, you’re slick.”
Michele bit into his shoulder and cried out. “You’re well on your way to becoming that way too, bud.”
Luka started bucking against her, using the wall and her round ass for momentum.
Each thrust made her breath catch. She squeezed her legs together around him and tossed her head against the wall.
Luka kept suckling on her neck, careful to avoid the wound on the other side. Hands on her plump ass squeezed her while he enjoyed the feel of her pussy caressing the length of his dick.
Her juices coated him, making her tight passage even wetter and his throbbing cock even harder. She burned him with her kisses, with the way her muscles clenched around his body.
They fit together perfectly.
Rhythmic movements had them slapping against each other with an almost trancelike sound with nails gripping, claws digging into flesh and teeth scraping against skin.
Each thrust upwards sent Michele’s head lolling back and forth against his shoulder and the wall.
Luka maintained his pace, keeping in time with the way her body deliciously jerked against his, allowing him to drive himself in deeper and deeper with each thrust.
Her moans grew louder, her grip on him more desperate.
The familiar sensation of tightness started low in his balls. Luka slowed down, adjusting his angle to penetrate her with less intensity but more focus on her clit.
Strong thighs wrapped even tighter around his waist and seized him. “I don’t want this.”
H e was panting, his heart racing, his breathing becoming laboured. “You need it.”
Between deep breaths, Michele shook her head, her hair falling over her face to darken her features. “No. I can’t be tied to another Alpha.”
Luka reached between them and pinched a nipple taut.
Her head fell back against the wall. Her skin was sweat-covered and reddened. “No, please no, Luka!”
“You need to come.” The demand in his voice couldn’t be mistaken.
Michele growled but stopped when her breath caught in her throat. Panting, slamming onto him, she hurriedly picked up the pace.
Luka spoke in stuttered speech. “Orgasm. Is. Nnnear, isn’t it?”
She didn’t respond verbally. Her body bucked and tensed up around him, muscles clenching the base of his cock.
With each withdrawal, vice-like pressure rubbed him and pulled his own orgasm closer to the surface.
Tweaking her nipples again, he dipped his head down to her neck and flicked his tongue around her satiny skin, tasting the saltiness and earthy musk that had appeared during their fucking. It wouldn’t take but one word and a call of the wolf’s power to bind her to him.
Did he dare?
She wasn’t in love with him. Didn’t seem to want him. But her body certainly didn’t reject his.
The pack, the greater good, needed this. Needed a leader with a mate. He’d just have to force her hand if the humans were to be saved.
“You love this?”

BUY from Total E-bound

2 Responses

  1. Awesome post. I had totally forgotten about Rebecca York but I remember I loved her stuff. Gott check out more of her books.

    And that excerpt was delicious!

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