I was a teenager in Detroit, Michigan during the 60’s. I moved to Laurel Canyon, a bohemian section of Los Angeles, California in the 70’s. That may seem like ancient history to some of you but it was one hell of a ride, a wild and crazy time. Erotica was still taboo...
Excerpt: He had no idea what was about to happen, but he was in. He was her faithful student. He was hers. For tonight, he belonged to her. “You still with me?” she whispered, sidling closer. “I want to kiss you so badly I can hardly breathe.” The words blurted out of...
I spent a quarter century writing submissions to the FDA for new medical products. In my late 50s, I read a well-meaning article in the New York Times Book Review by an older erotic writer, urging her sisters to create characters in their 20s, if they wanted to be...
Two days without shaving have turned Duke’s customary stubble into softness, not quite a beard, but that doesn’t stop me from itching to touch it. When I do, his eyes flutter open and his lips spread in a grin. “Mornin’, princess.” “Morning.” I scoot closer so I can...
I’m fascinated by what people hide beneath the surface and I think that’s why my favourite genres are character driven romance and erotic romance. This idea that there’s someone for everyone, a person who can see the swan beneath the ugly duckling, the prince beneath...
There is a trope in erotic novels of the billionaire and the naive maiden that is so prevalent it's almost cliché. I'm afraid I succumbed to its magnetic attraction when I created the character Steve in my book House Mother. Steve is not only rich, but he is also...
