I’ve managed to con a friend and author into an interview this week. Ms. Elise Hepner has come to chat with me about her new release, Party Games, a steamy little m/m/f quickie. She’s also been kind enough to give away a copy of her new book to one lucky person who comments below.
Contest runs until Sunday June 5th Midnight EST.
She’s a a real sweetie, so let’s see what she has to say.
So, I heard fantastic news, your new book, Party Games, was just released. That’s exciting. Congratulations! Do you find promoting your books difficult?
A: Sometimes, mostly because there are so many bases to cover in terms of the internet, social media, etc. It can be irksome to make sure everything is perfect at every point on a blog tour or that all the information matches from site to site. But all the hard work pays off. It doesn’t make much sense to write a book and then not have anyone read it, especially when I really enjoy writing them.
What’s your favorite part of the writing process, I mean, besides the hot men, steamy romance and *fans self* sex?
A: There’s a point I reach during every manuscript where everything kind of floats away and it’s just me and my mind fighting with how fast my hands can move over the keyboard. I love that rush, almost a high, of pure and complete love for whatever I’m working on at the moment. It’s all brilliant, awesome, my best work to date. I’m compelled to work on it like tomorrow is my last day on earth and I have to finish this one piece before we all blow up. Normally, I only get to that positive, manic place once in a manuscript, if at all. But that elusive rush of positivity among my writerly thoughts of doom and gloom keep me going for another sentence more–and it’s definitely my favorite part.
You have several books under your belt, so tell me, who’s your favorite hero and why?
A: I’m actually kinda weird, in that I tend to like my heroine’s better than my hero’s mainly because they are so fun and quirky! Their journeys and struggles are always more pronounced for me–maybe because I’m a Women’s Studies minor? Who knows!
If you had to do it over again, is there something you would have done differently in your career?
A: I probably would have gone through an intensive editing process sooner so that I could be readying my work for publication without so much trouble. In the beginning I was very stubborn and convinced everything was great. Mostly because every book was my child. Now I know it all sucks until, at least, the 5th draft. So, if I could go back, I would tell myself it all sucks and to try again–and again–and again.
Has there been anyone that inspired you during your career?
A: Absolutely, Charlotte Stein, my mentor, has really shaped me mentally towards the publishing industry and being an author in today’s changing market. She is super awesome, if you haven’t bought anything of hers, do so now.
I also really respect Sommer Marsden’s work ethic and her ability to churn out amazing books again and again. I love her writing voice and her sense of fun.
Is there any advice you’d like to give to aspiring authors?
A: If it isn’t ready to submit in five edits, it’ll never be ready. Bury it in the backyard, have a nice mourning session, and get back to a new book.
This new book, Party Games, tell me a little about it.
A: Originally it came about as a short for an erotic anthology focusing on surprises and then I liked the premise so much I decided to expand it until it grew longer than the required word count for that anthology. There were so many possibilities that the cover of darkness provided, I couldn’t bear to let my little threesome be cut short from their boinking, sex positive, women empowerment escapade. Plus, I really wanted to give my heroine, Charlotte, some room to grow sexually because she was just so repressed and afraid of herself. I was really proud of her when she opened up a little more. My little firecracker gave everyone a piece of her mind!
Can you tell us about your favorite scene?
A: My favorite scene probably has to be the one where Charlotte takes total sexual control over both men while they both think they have the upper hand. She’s tricky like that–and what resulted was super sexy.
Okay, some fun quick questions:
How much wood can a woodchuck chuck?
Depends on how much lube he’s got on hand.
Or, when in doubt, ask the Beavers in the Narnia movies, they seem very nice and down to earth.
What’s your favorite color?
If stranded on a deserted island who would you wish was with you?
Christian Bale, my husband, and my friend Shallon because she would keep everything in perspective about never being found–while I was busy living up my last days with hot men.
If bull frogs had wings wouldn’t they still bump their butts when they landed?
This question reminds me of Thumbalina, which is, oddly enough, one of my favorite movies. And I think that depends on physics and gravitational pull and weight and counterweight….yes? *scratches head*
By Elise Hepner
William’s boring lovemaking leaves Charlotte unsatisfied. Harboring fantasies she can’t put into words, she longs for a sexual voice but finds herself too stifled by her proper social upbringing.
When a blackout hits their resort hotel and William proposes a sexy version of hide-and-seek, playtime takes on a whole new salacious meaning. Charlotte’s mind races with sexual scenarios. But even her fantasies fail to compare to the titillating adventure her husband has planned for her—with the help of another man.
Soon everything she knows about lust will be irreversibly changed—and she’ll moan for more.
Reader Advisory: Contains scorching-hot M/M/F sexual scenarios, a woman giving orders on an erotic high and slight trickery.
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Her fingers trembled—should she risk giving into fear and walk out of the closet or wait for William? Without a doubt he’d planned this as a sexual hunt. A naughty bedroom game. But huddled among heirloom furs in her thin silk slip, she was already prey.
“I’ve got you.”
She couldn’t mistake that wicked laugh. It was him. David, who had been a friend at galas she’d attended, but whose body she couldn’t help tracing with her gaze as he had made his way around the room. He was magnetic—and something she shouldn’t want. Which made her desire flare to life every time he had kissed her hand in formal greeting. Through her glove, his lips had been a seal of heat that had built underneath her flesh.
Until a sexual beast she hadn’t known she held inside roared to get out. Had it been fate that he had found her here? Or perhaps something more devious. Either way she couldn’t push back the relief that flooded her limbs at the sound of his voice.
At last, a voice she knew. One of the doors to her left unlatched and creaked, jerking back to reveal a lean, masculine figure against the weather’s cruel backdrop. One of his large hands groped her breast and tweaked the tender nipple. She muffled a groan between her clenched teeth. Goodness, this was wrong—but he moved in beside her and closed the door.
His fingers crept over her body against the slide of silk. He was gentle, but underneath her skin there was an elated tingle where he touched her, his caress stripping her mind of all logical thought. She wanted him everywhere at once. His heavy palms pressed and curved against her like he would memorize her form in the dark. He found her every reactive spot.
Against his eagerness she rose to the occasion. Their breaths came out in loud, tortured rasps. The roar of rolling thunder silenced their noises as the darkness shrouded them from reality. When his hand grasped her hip and he drew her in tight against his body, his cock against her stomach was a heated, pulsing barrier between them.
“I’ve always wanted you, from that insipid garden party until this moment.”
“You’re my ultimate conquest. My sweet as sin fantasy. I want to please you as only an illicit lover can please his lady.” He whispered against her cheek so she could only focus on the low rumble of his voice. “You need me.”
She wouldn’t deny it.
“Then take me.” She sought out his lips. The thrill of possible sin with another man made her flesh burn from his touch.
William must have his fair share of dalliances outside their marriage bed. What would be the harm in her having just this one? Her husband worked nights often. She knew what the sewing circles whispered. William had never made any motion to make her doubt the gossip. If anything, his actions only enforced the rumors because he would come home at night with different women’s perfumes on his skin and wrinkles in his untucked shirts.
Briefly, the thought of her husband in an affair stung until she buried it away. They didn’t know each other well enough, like other married couples, for her to waste so much time on her emotions. Their courtship had never been a match of love, but their marriage was one of business between families.
So it didn’t make sense to waste pain on the hypothetical. It wasn’t as if she could change things. Where would hurt get her in the end? She wouldn’t be any better for it, so it was best for her to lock it away.
But surely William didn’t care enough for her for this to hurt him? He’d never done much but scold, reprimand or mount her―that is, when they saw each other at all. William couldn’t deny her curiosity. Not when David might bring her to life again. She couldn’t resist when the timing was so right.
If anything, William should be pleased that she might finally have fun in the bedroom—or a closet. Maybe this would teach her to bring her own desires to her husband. Wouldn’t that be ironic?
It was no secret that it took two to make a marriage. In or out of the bedroom. Though she and her husband had intercourse—because that was the only clinical thing to call it—often enough Charlotte rarely knew the whimsical pull of truly earth-shattering sex. Yes, she couldn’t begin to know how to ask for what she wanted—but William would probably laugh and then deny her everything.
David, on the other hand—he wouldn’t give her a choice in the matter. A hard, hot flush crept up her cheeks. There would be no going back now. She straightened her shoulders and came to her decision.
David held her back for a moment with his strong hands on her shoulders. Was he rethinking this? Caught between a frown and anger tightening her chest, she let it all go when he drew close again. Each inch was a mile. His tongue traced her lips in a sensory sweep that left her weak-kneed and dizzy.
As an excuse for something to do with her hands, she groped until she could begin to unbutton his dress shirt. When his mouth crushed hers, she took pleasure in exploring his hot, muscled upper body. God, it was much naughtier without lights.
When had been the last time she used the word naughty in her vocabulary? Not since school. And then it wasn’t for anything as serious as breaking a commandment or committing a sin. But if she was going to hell for the way David possessed her—body and soul—it was all worth it.
Now her hands trembled for an entirely different reason. Undeterred by his fingers inching up her slip, she raised her arms and her final protection slithered to the floor. In preparation for her husband, she’d removed all other garments that would get in his way before she got into the closet. William never liked to take his time. But now she leaned into David’s touch and tightened her grip on his body.
Determined to go slow with her exploration of his flesh—even knowing time wasn’t a luxury they had because of the game winding throughout the old resort hotel—she cupped the sides of his face in her palms. Under her hands his jaw hardened, a brief protest that died on his lips. He turned until his soft mouth delicately kissed her palm, sending a fluttery jolt of desire to her abdomen. Beneath his fingers she flushed from the attention as he traced her curves in tingling, barely there circles. Her fingers caressed his high cheekbones as she relied on her heightened sense of touch.
When his face tightened in a smile, she found the irresistible dimples that showed up whenever he complimented her at parties. Her fingers traced up and over his forehead, normally creased with concentration, and through his short, mussed curls. She didn’t need light to know and appreciate the raven color and feathery texture under her hands. A crash of thunder outside the room’s windowpanes made her startle and his wicked, honey brown irises lit up. From the crack in the closed doors there was just enough illumination to catch a glimpse of his cupid-bow lips parted in pleasure. His hungry gaze locked on her nude body.
“I like when you look at me like that.”
“Like what?” He coaxed her onward.
“When I glimpse my attraction and what I’ve wanted to do to you all those long months dancing in your eyes. I’m glad we understand each other.” She sealed her words with a scorching kiss of tongue and teeth. But it was with reluctance that she pulled back from his eager hands. “But we can only do this once. This is my time to be selfish, but I can’t take the prolonged guilt that these engagements take out of a person.”
“I think you’ve read too many romance novels.”
“Please. I’m serious, David.”
“All right,” He let out a small exhalation before returning to his deft work over of her body. “I’ll make it good then, my very best for the lady.”
Satisfied, she sank gratefully into his touch.