Please welcome the fabulous author of Steamy Paranormal Romance and Erotic Romance for a guest post where she discusses…
What people really think when you tell them you’re a writer.
By Kendra Daniels.
Hi, Shah! Thanks so much for having me here today. Have you ever worried about what other people think of what your write? And how their opinions might affect your family and friends?
Nearly all writers are familiar with it. The moment family, friends, acquaintances, even complete strangers, discover that we’re writers, “Really? What do you write?” is their first question. Some of us jump in with both feet and give detailed bibliographies.
Imagine writing Erotica, Erotic Romance, or even Sensual Romance – anything with graphic sex, or anything considered “trash”. Now visualize the look on your neighbors’ faces when you tell them what you write. Or worse, when someone who knows introduces you as “the girl I told you about, the one that writes chick porn”! Can we say awkward?
First, there’s always the raised eyebrow. Then the person either leans back a little, with an expression normally worn only when being required to clean up dog puke, and starts to move away – or they lean forward and smile like a sleazeball seventies porn producer interviewing a virgin.
The folks who lean back? Well, you guessed it. They’re afraid something unpleasant might rub off on them. They seem to think Erotica writers actually do what they write, as they write it, and don’t ever wash their hands, or something. Those are the ones who won’t let their kids play with yours and get you black-balled from the PTO Bake Sale Committee. They’ll tell the waiter at the restaurant that you peddle smut, and get you tossed before you see the menu. Meanwhile, they’re secretly reading your book in the bathroom.
The ones who lean forward a little and smile? They want ALL the juicy details. After all, everyone knows, to write that sort of material, a person MUST have a VAST amount of experience. Apparently, these folks figure that for every hot scene we write, we’ve lived far hotter ones.
From there, the reaction often depends on gender. If the neighbor is male, the SQUUIIICCCKK! offers to sacrifice their virtue in the name of vital research might be first. Or the assumption that if you write about ménage encounters, you’re automatically up for a threesome – of course, they’re SO irresistible, you’ll BEG them to be the third. Women will offer up stories of what they think are daring experiences, but usually end up sounding like what happens in amateur porn vids. The pizza delivery boy? Yup.
I don’t know which is worse. Being banned from PTO fundraisers. Or having that image of your neighbor burned indelibly into your brain.
So, in the interest of sheer self-preservation, when asked what I write, I generally say something about dragons, vampires, and a secret organization of humans that wants to wipe them from the face of the Earth. If that leads them to conclude that I write Fantasy, I can be relieved that at least they won’t say, “Oh, yeah. You write about vampires f*cking.”
And I can console myself with the knowledge that people might look down on romance, but they buy a hell of a lot of it. So much so that Romance writers go to the bank with a bigger chunk of the market than all other genres combined. Who gives a damn what the neighbors think as long as they continue to buy smut?
On that note, I’d like to tell you a little about my newest release. The first story in my “Blood Dragon” Paranormal Romance series, “Safe Heart”, came out November 1st. The “Blood Dragon” series is about weredragons (the modern descendants of the Dragons of legend), and their mortal enemies, present-day vampires (whose ancestors were the traditional bloodthirsty monsters). What happens when a weredragon falls in love with a weredragon? Will the Mortifiers, the ancient human brotherhood with a hate-on for both vampires and weredragons, make headway in the extermination effort? Learn more about weredragons and vampires HERE
BOOK BLURB: When vampire Jaden Beayer is kidnapped and tortured, weredragon Enforcer Kiellen Henley is assigned to find her. After her recovery, Kiellen agrees to help Jaden track down the humans responsible and exact revenge on them. The problem is, Jaden feels Kiellen is the missing ingredient for her complete recovery – even if he is a weredragon, and off limits. After all, who can resist a guy so hot the ground he walks upon steams.
Kiellen believes Jaden has mistaken gratitude for attraction, and despite his overpowering need, he rejects her attempts at seduction. As they face violence and betrayal, and Jaden’s quest for revenge becomes one for justice, Kiellen’s resistance evolves into acceptance and love. But a relationship between them could endanger the fragile truce between weredragons and vampires, and could mean the death sentence for them both.
Kiellen waited until she turned away, then closed the door softly and turned the locks. Jaden’s heart caught in her throat as he turned toward her and leaned his shoulders against the doors. The low lighting set off his rugged handsomeness. His sensual lips tipped into a small smile and now-familiar heat pooled in her belly.
“You were jealous.” His eyes glinted as he started unbuttoning his shirt.
Jaden’s throat went dry as the firm skin of his chest came into view slowly, tantalizingly. “I was.” Then his shirt was open all the way, exposing hard pecs and abs. The little line of hair below his navel disappeared into the waistband of his pants. She swallowed hard. “I don’t share.” The words were out before she could stop them, revealing a possessiveness she hadn’t been aware of before. Something had changed.
He slipped the shirt off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. “Why won’t you share me?” His voice was gravelly, thicker than usual.
Her heart pounded. She licked her lips. Stared at his chest. “You’re mine.” Her voice stayed so low she could barely hear it, the words involuntary, dragged from her being by some unseen force.
He moved and her eyes flicked back up to meet his. He crossed the room in three long steps and stopped before her. He just stood there, looking at her, his breath harsh. He raised his hands slowly and grasped her shoulders with a crushing grip.
Jaden stared at his mouth, his lips parted temptingly. Her body ached to be crushed to his. She strained toward him.
“Do you mean that?” His voice was a low growl, raising gooseflesh on her skin.
She couldn’t tell if he wanted her to mean it or not, or even if she did mean it. Thoughts raced frantically through her mind as she tried to decide how to answer. Then that moment in the car where he’d told her she was someone special came back to her.
“Yes.” Her heart lodged in her throat for a different reason. What if he didn’t want to be hers? She licked her lips again, staring at him, trying to read him.
His mouth softened and his grip on her shoulders eased. Gently, he drew her closer as he lowered his head. “Mine,” he breathed when his lips met hers. Jaden melted into him as his mouth played across hers, teasing. He buried his hand in her hair and tilted her head just so to give him better access to her mouth. His tongue teased at her lips, seeking entrance.
Jaden felt him smile against her mouth as she parted her lips. She had her answer. He wanted to be hers, at least for a time. His other hand smoothed down her back, over her butt, guiding her even closer to him. The closer contact brought the ridge of his erection against her. She moved slightly, rubbing against it.
He growled into her mouth, then pulled her shirt free of her waistband. She dropped her hands to his, stilling them from working at her buttons. “This is a good shirt. I don’t want it torn, and the buttons are decorative.” She didn’t give a damn about the shirt. What she wanted was to tease him a little.
He drew back, watching as she lifted the hem with shaking hands. When the shirt slid to the floor he drew his breath in a rush. Meeting his eyes, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra and let it fall. It wasn’t like he’d never seen her naked, never made love to her, never licked every inch of her skin. That didn’t stop her from trembling from nervous anticipation. Everything felt new and special, like a momentous occasion.
Kiellen reached for her, settling his hands on her waist. His fingers burned against her skin. His hands weren’t perfectly steady as he unbuttoned her pants and shoved them down over her hips. He stepped back to look at her, his gaze devouring her body.
Jaden grasped his belt and pulled him closer. Her hands still trembled as she looked up, meeting his gaze, and unbuckled the belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Dragging a breath in, she pushed pants and underwear down. She stepped forward the six inches necessary to bring her into the slightest contact with his body. Her breasts swelled at the sensation of his hot skin brushing them.
Another breath and his arms crushed her to him. The volcanic intensity of his arousal scorched her belly. Jaden let her arms creep upward and around his shoulders. His scent, always more intense and tantalizing with arousal, was different, in some unexplainable way. Jaden was absolutely certain that new quality was addictive, that having taken it into her lungs, she would be unable to live without it.
Kiellen bent and scooped her into his arms. He took a step and promptly tumbled over with her. They crashed to the floor in a crumpled heap.
Kiellen straightened himself and began running his hands over her, searching for injuries. “Are you okay?”
Jaden fought to control her breathing and found it impossible. Tears streamed from her eyes as she struggled to keep from laughing aloud.
“Damn it! Where are you hurt, baby?” Desperation tinged his voice.
She gave in and shrieked with laughter. “I can’t believe you dropped me!”
Relief settled over Kiellen’s features and he collapsed beside her. His shoulders shook with laughter. “I forgot I still had my boots on. Got tangled in my jeans.” He pulled the offending boots and jeans off and discarded them to the side.
As she watched him relax and laugh at himself, Jaden’s own laughter subsided. Seeing him comfortable and at ease with the world cranked her desire for him up another notch.
He caught her staring and abruptly stopped laughing. He rose onto his knees and leaned toward her, bearing her gently to the floor. His mouth descended on hers, powerful, devouring, consuming. He stretched out atop her and she shifted so that her body cradled his.
About Kenra Daniels:
Kenra Daniels lives in a tiny rural community in north eastern Kentucky with her very own Romance Novel Hero. In addition to Erotic Romance, Kenra writes Paranormal Romance, and has plans for Historical Romance, Urban Fantasy, and a few other things.
She has a completely new paranormal being in development and will soon start those stories. With multiple other projects in the works, time and energy are her only limits.
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Thanks so much Kendra, best of luck with the books tour!