I’m engrossed right now in judging a contest that I agreed to read ten books for. That’s ten full length books! I must have been out of my shriveled little mind. They’re in a genre I don’t usually write, which is good and bad. Good because I don’t have any preconceived ideas, bad because they all seem a little over the top to me. Too dramatic, too emotional, too contrived. Still I can judge fairly, I think, because a good one stands out even more so than usual. But the mistakes in most I’ve read bother me. A lot.
Which brings me to the real point of this blog. Why, oh why, don’t writers use spell check? A misspelled word drives me nuts. It’s hard to concentrate on the worth of the story line if I have to stop and wince every now and then. And why don’t their editors do a better job? These are published books, remember. A few of them are self-pubbed, but I would think those authors would be extra careful. Surely they’ve got spell-check on their computers.
And I don’t have to be hit on the head to get the point. I guess I prefer a little subtlety, and I’m not talking about the sex scenes. I write erotica, after all, and that’s hardly subtle. I’m talking about the blood and gore scenes, when the writer goes on and on about how horrible the predicament is until the pages fairly drip crimson. I get the point, guys. You don’t have to repeat and repeat.
But as I say, the good one really stands out. So here’s to those one or two good ones, whose work is a delight to read. One of them in particular is terrific! But I don’t think I’ll take on so many to read all at once again.
Naturally I can’t let you go without a new excerpt from my latest book, Stormy Pursuit. Just released on the seventh, it’s the second in my series with hunky, sexy elves with peaked ears. Please let me know what you think of it.
by Jean Hart Stewart
available TODAY from Ellora's Cave
Blurb: Book 2 in the Passionate Pursuits series.
Hanna and Quinby, beautiful twin daughters of the powerful elf Lars, have one thing in common—they’ve both fallen in love with men they think they can never have.
They’re of an age where their desire to explore their burgeoning sexual feelings leads to thrilling, passionate encounters with their men, but their upbringing and beauty makes them a target for a villainous enemy hell-bent on power.
If they want any chance of a future with their men, a lifetime of intense pleasure and love, then they must all work together to bring down the enemy before he destroys everything the growing Erriksen family holds dear.
He was shuddering now, his big frame shaking, and lifted her hand away.
“Let me pleasure you, love. You aren’t ready for me yet.” His husky voice sounded so sexy Hanna reached up to kiss him.
“Not yet, sweetheart. Just lie on the cushions while I love you.”
She did as she was told, lying back and admiring every move of his muscled body as he stretched on beside her, even though he on the hard floor. He raised himself on one elbow and began to play with her nipples, which immediately hardened. She’d felt them harden in her dreams, but she’d never envisioned the way it felt to have her lover tweak and pull on them into they were elongated and so sensitive she moved restlessly. Then he let his hand wander down to her waist, caressing her navel with his lips and then going lower. He completely surprised her by taking her sensitive clitoris with his mouth. Shocked, she tried to push his head away, but he caught her hands and laving her with his tongue until her hips started moving restlessly.
“Now,” he whispered. “Right now.”
Raising his hot body over hers he let her hands free. In in a quick motion he inserted his cock into the tip of her cunt, going slowly at first. She felt a slight pain as something inside her seemed to give way, and suddenly Court pushed that big rod all the way into to her body. She gasped at the shock of being so filled. Surely he’d pushed himself clear to her navel. He started to withdraw, his beautiful eyes concerned and guilty and she smiled and held him still.
“Don’t stop, Court. Do anything else you want, but don’t stop.”
He stayed where he was for a moment, looking at her anxiously, and she pulled on him impatiently. Evidently what he saw in her face reassured him, and he smiled and pushed his cock all the way in again. This time waves of pleasures exploded through her body, stronger and stronger with each of his pounding strokes. She tried to watch his face, but her desire soon began to make her writhe against him, forgetting all else in the pleasure of his powerful thrusts. Suddenly she felt her world explode in a burst of passion like none she’d ever dreamed, and she screamed and then went limp.
With a victor’s smile, Court pounded into her two more times before he collapsed, groaning his own release in a loud masculine version of her scream.
He lay on top of her until both their breathing slowed. As he started to lift his body from hers, she clutched him to her.
“I like you just where you are, Court. Don’t leave me.”
He kissed her sweetly, but still started to draw away.
“My love, I’ve just had the most incredible experience of my life. But I fear I pounded you into a pulp. Let me go before I attack you again.”