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10.9.09

Writing New Things

My first menage story released this week...and I couldn't be happier. When I was talking to a friend a few weeks ago, she was shocked to hear I'd written a menage. She asked, what changed? When I asked what she meant, she said she couldn't imagine that, say, 2 years ago, I'd write a menage. Sure, I bought and read books with menages, but the fact I wrote one was a surprise to. She asked again, what changed?

I had to really think about that. Writing the menage wasn't odd--the story just came to me and I wrote it. I didn't think about the fact it had 2 heroes and a heroine. That was what the story called for. Just like the vampire series I'm currently working on--I was plotting out the next book, and had a lovely girl picked out for my hero. I worked out the plot points, but something nagged at me and things were not going well. I went back and forth on different aspects of the story and it finally hit me. My hero didn't want a girl...he had his eye on a man. Well, I wasn't expecting that. I don't write m/m--or at least had never submitted any for publication. The more I turned it over in my head and thought of the story with these two heroes, the more it fell into place. The story worked now. This story, this particularly character, didn't require a heroine. LOL

I wrote the menage and am writing the m/m because that is how the stories and characters came to me. Thinking of my friend's questions, though, I don't think I was ready to write these stories 2 years ago. Not that the subject matter was an issue, by any means--I read both types and enjoyed them immensely. I don't think I was confident in my writing years ago push the limits of what I was comfortable/used to writing. Now I am. I'm ready to go farther and write new things. And what a freeing feeling that is. :)

Now, speaking of new things--here's a short excerpt from my new release, All or Nothing.

Blurb: Two sexy men—her husband and his best friend—in her bed. Shannon couldn’t stop thinking about it, but can she let go of the doubts and go through with it?

Shannon is happily married and very much in love with her husband, Nate. Her feelings are thrown for a loop when his best friend, Zac, moves in temporarily. His intense stares and naughty whispers about a menage ignite something inside Shannon, but she says nothing to Nate. After all, Zac will be moving on soon, and there’s no reason to upset her husband over nothing.

But Zac keeps pushing, and Nate doesn’t seem all that mad at the possibility of a ménage with Zac. Can her marriage survive if the three of them go to bed together? Can it survive if they don’t?

And here's the excerpt. :)

“Hey, you looked like you could use another cold one.” She held out one of the beers and smiled—a forced smile, but at least it was a smile.

Without a word, Zac took the bottle from her. Shannon sucked in a shaky breath when his fingers brushed hers. God, what was it about this man that made her feel like a gawky teenager? He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a long drink. She struggled not to stare, but couldn’t pull her gaze from his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. Who’d of thought that would be sexy?

Shannon licked her lips. “So, how are you doing?”

He tilted his head to the side and studied her a moment. Shannon resisted fidgeting as his gaze swept from her face downwards. Her cheeks heated when it lingered on her breasts. Mortification filled her as her nipples peaked under her sundress. The corners of Zac’s mouth quirked up as he lifted his gaze back to her face.

“I’m fine.” He straightened and took a step forward.

Barely an inch separated them. Shannon focused on keeping her breath even, but refused to back away. She wouldn’t let him know he intimidated her. No way. She tilted her chin up to look into his eyes. The amusement in his dark brown eyes made her grit her teeth.

“What about you, Shannon?” Zac slid a finger from her shoulder to her wrist. “How are you doing?”

“I-I—” She stammered as his fingers danced over her pulse. “Stop.”

He moved even closer until her breasts touched his chest. The linen of her dress abraded the pert tips, and Shannon bit back a groan.

“Zac,” she pleaded and despite her resolve, stepped back.

“Shannon.” He moved with her and circled her wrist with his hand.

“You can’t do this.” She glanced around, and relief filled her when she saw no one was even paying attention to them.

“Do what?” he murmured.

“You can’t touch me like this and look at me like…”

“Like what? How am I looking at you, darlin’?”

Shannon’s stomach clenched at the warm tone and endearment. Stop, she scolded herself. He’s your husband’s best friend.

“You know damned well how you’re looking at me,” she snapped. “And it needs to stop. I’m married to your best friend, for God’s sake. Nate would flip out if he found out you—” She stopped as a laugh rumbled in Zac’s chest.

“You don’t know your husband very well,” he said with an amused shake of his head.

She yanked her arm away from his caressing hand. “You’re wrong. I know Nate, and I know all about what you two used to do. He told me all about it. The sexual games, the sharing women. But that’s the past. I’m Nate’s wife, not some girl the two of you picked up at a club.”

Zac didn’t say anything. He simply stared at her. Shannon squirmed under the intense look.

“Just stop, okay? I can’t—” she drew in a deep breath, “I don’t want to ruin your friendship with Nate. It means a lot to him. I know that, but I can’t deal with this from you.”

Still, he didn’t respond. He simply watched her with a little half smile. Damn it all, did he not get it?

She turned to walk away. She scanned the large yard and froze when she saw Nate watching her from where he stood near the dock. Oh shit. He was too far way to see his expression. Had he seen her arguing with Zac? Had he seen Zac touching her?

She felt Zac behind her before he even spoke. His hard warmth pressed against her back. Unbidden, heat settled in the pit of her belly. He rested his hands on her shoulders and leaned down. His breath whispered across her cheek as he spoke in her ear.

“He’s picturing us together, right now. He’s imagining what it’d be like to watch me take you. To push that sexy little dress up to your hips and sink into your sweetness.”

The heat in her stomach unfurled and spread, right between her thighs. Shannon pressed them together and wrestled to find something—anything—to say.

“And the thoughts, the pictures in his head, don’t piss him off, darlin’. I guarantee you, he’s rock solid imagining what I’d do you. What we’d do to you.” His fingers tightened, digging deliciously into her flesh. “Are you thinking about it, Shannon? Can you imagine what Nate and I would do to you?”


1 comment:

Lisabet Sarai said...

Wow, Jess,

That's a wonderful excerpt! And I know exactly what you mean about gaining confidence and striking out in new directions. A few years ago I never considered writing M/M, but now it comes more naturally all the time.

Warmly,
Lisabet