5.08.2013

Desiree Holt Buck Naked Tour ~ Guest Post/Giveaway

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Hello Beautiful & welcome to my stop in this tour. There will be a Tour-wide giveaway at the end of this post. But first, we'll hear from Desiree...

How and why I ended up writing erotic romance

Lately I’ve been interviewed a lot by people who ask me why I write erotic fiction and how I’d describe it. And I discovered a vast population of people that had no idea what it really is. It’s a genre that has kind of snuck up on the reading public, graduating from behind closed doors and plain brown wrappers to now full out discussions on places like Goodreads.

I didn’t start out to write in this genre. Actually I didn’t start out to write romance at all. Everyone who’s heard this next part, you have permission to take a break to get a cold drink. I actually intended to write mysteries. My mother and my sister devoured them and that was all I read growing up. I won’t even tell you how old I was before I read my first romance novel.

So, okay, I sat down to write the mystery that I’d plotted so carefully, and in a week I had three chapters carefully written. The problem? Two months later I was still looking at the same three chapters. Not a good sign. Then I read my first romantic suspense and I was off to the races. Sort of. It helps when you pour your heart and soul into a manuscript if some publisher wants to buy it, but no such luck.

Then I took a chance on an open submission call for a themed series at Ellora’s Cave. I had never written erotic romance before (heck, I’d only just started writing any romance) but I bought some of their books to understand the genre, felt comfortable with it, and wrote Cupid’s Shaft. Ta da! A sale! I was black and blue from pinching myself. It’s been a wild ride ever since then but now to get back to the main question: why do I write erotic romance?

The biggest different with other genres is that the sex is plentiful, graphic and explicit. But not distasteful. And not out of context.

I tell people I write relationship stories. I start with the two main characters with all their good points and their flaws, their internal and external conflicts, and the chemistry that is so explosive it’s almost visible. In erotic romance I have the luxury of exploring every facet of their physical relationship and how it’s an expression of their emotional connection.

In erotic fiction I can really take the readers into the heart of each person. Every act, every movement, is another manifestation of their deep connection. No hold barred, but always in good taste.

I like to think my readers can lose themselves in my stories, that I have created an erotic fantasy world for them and perhaps they can take some of it back into their real lives.

If you haven’t tried it yet, go ahead. Dip your toe into the heated waters of erotic love.





Naked Cowboys, Book 2

Amy Stark has it all together—except for chronic bad taste in men. She’s firmly in hands-off-all-men mode when a flat tire forces her to accept the help of exactly the type of man she’s sworn off. Arrogant, cocky and condescending.

When she runs into him again later that day and then finds out her brother has invited him for dinner, the fire between them has a sizzle of a different kind.

At eighteen, Buck Montgomery left home to make his mark on the bull-riding circuit. He may have had wild success in rodeo but his personal life is in the dust, and while he’s ready to start a new life he’s wary to expose his heart. Buck knows he should tell Amy the truth, but every time he opens his mouth, hers is right there with kisses like molten lava.

When his past resurfaces at the worst possible time, Buck can only wonder if Amy will love the man he has become…or if the man he was will chase her away.

Product Warnings: Contains barnyard language and clap-your-hands-over-your-mama’s-eyes sex between a cowboy with a checkered past and a ranch girl with all the right moves.

Amy ran her finger around the rim of her mug. “I understand you met our new neighbor. Buck Montgomery.” She made her voice as casual as possible.
Matt looked at her with curiosity. “Yeah, I did. How did you know?”
“I met him at the auction.” She didn’t see the need to tell him the flat-tire story, or the fact that just the short time she’d spent with him, only minutes, had given rise to erotic fantasies in her dreams that made her squirm when she remembered them. “He, uh, seems very nice.”
Her brother leaned forward on his elbows. “He is nice. He bought the Hayes Ranch and plans to increase the stock and bring it back up to the level it once was.”
“He must have a lot of money,” Reenie commented. “As we all know, ranching’s not cheap.”
Matt shifted his gaze from his wife to his sister and back again, his face nearly expressionless. “I believe he had a nest egg he cashed in. He’ll be running pretty close to the bone for a while, but I have a feeling he’ll make a success out of that place.”
“What do you know about him?” Amy asked. “Where did he come from?”
Matt laughed. “Amy, if you’re so interested, why don’t you ask him yourself?”
“Yes,” Reenie chimed in. “In fact, let’s invite him over for dinner.”
Amy drained the last of her coffee. “Are you sure that’s such a good idea? I mean, he seemed nice enough, but what do you really know about him?”
Matt snorted. “Damn, Amy, how much do I need to know to be a good neighbor? I’ve spent a little time with him twice, and I’m pretty sure he’s not an ax murderer on the loose.”
“That’s not what I meant, I just—”
“He’s a neighbor,” Matt stressed. “Since when did you become so antisocial?”
Since I had an unwanted physical reaction to the man. And dreams that I can’t seem to control.
“Fine.” She pushed back her chair. “Fine, fine, fine. Call him and invite him over. You can do your famous barbecue steaks.” She rinsed out her mug and put it in the dishwasher. “I have some errands to do in town. I promised Hank I’d ride fences with him this afternoon.”
Hank was the oldest of their hands, the one who’d been here the longest. He’d been the one to put Amy on her first horse and to show her “which end of the cattle eats and which end craps,” as he’d so colorfully put it.
“You know you don’t have to do that,” Matt pointed out. “You’ve got records to bring up to date and the montly weight-gain reports to get out. And Hank just wants an audience for those tales he’s told a thousand times.”
When their parents had decided to move New Mexico, she and Matt had split up the responsibilities of the ranch. She took care of all the paperwork, which he hated, and he serve as the actual foreman, supervising the hands and overseeing the daily care and feeding of the cattle as well as maintaining the fences and outbuildings. But when she was younger she had often ridden fences with Hank, listening to his. She figured by now she was the only one left who’d put up with them.
“I’m good,” she told him. “And sometimes it just clears my head to ride along with Hank.” She picked her keys up from the counter. “See y’all later.”
All the way into town, she couldn’t seem to get Buck Montgomery out of her head. She’d hardly spent much time with him, and half of that she’d been royally pissed. But the image of the man just lingered in her brain, not to mention what thoughts of him did to her body.
Wait. She was an intelligent thirty-year-old woman not given to stray erotic fantasies. Especially about men she hardly knew. It was bad enough when she fantasized about men she did know and they all turned out to be assholes. But lordy. There was just something about Buck Montgomery that set her pulse to pounding, her blood to racing and every hormone in her body to waving a flag.
She reached the center of town almost before she realized it, and considered herself lucky to find a parking place on Main Street. The entire time she did her shopping, Buck Montgomery occupied her thoughts. She was so distracted by the time she stopped at the office-supply store, she picked out some items she’d purchased the week before. The salesman jokingly asked her if she wasn’t a little young for her memory to be fading. Finally, she decided to stop and get something to eat. Maybe a full stomach would make her brain behave better. But as she went to open the door of Bit and Bite, a hand reached out ahead of her
“Allow me.”
There it was, that deep, rich voice that haunted her dreams and sent shivers skating along her spine. And made the pulse deep inside her body throb hard and fast.
Buck.


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9 comments:

  1. I just read and loved Buck Naked! I love me some Desiree!

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  2. I love this --> In erotic fiction I can really take the readers into the heart of each person. Every act, every movement, is another manifestation of their deep connection. No hold barred, but always in good taste. ---- This is exactly what erotic fiction should be about, not just sex but the rawness of the emotions behind it whether it's kink, deviant behavior or simply out of love. It's funny how some books try to pass themselves off as erotica when really it's just porn. Cheap book porn.

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  3. I totally agree Braine. It never ceases to amaze me how many authors miss the mark...

    I always say if I wanted porn, I'd just go watch it (more visual..lols) But in all seriousness, there should always be a story (a good one) to mesh with the sex.



    She's definitely right though, it should always be done in good taste/.

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  4. Great excerpt. Another new author to check out.

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  5. Great excerpt. Another new author to read.

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  6. Great story about how you started writing romance and particularly erotic stories. I stumbled into reading erotic fiction due to winning a book in a multiple prize contest. It ended up being a fantasy m/m/f erotic (and since I had never read any m/m interation or menages before it was an eye opener). I love how you point out the heart of the stories, that the books are about relationships, not just sex.
    Congrats on your new release :)
    June
    manning_J2004 at yahoo dot com

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  7. GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR BOOK AND THANKS FOR THE GIVEAWAY! calicolady60@hotmail.com

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  8. Oh I love how you found your way to erotic romance and that you point out you write relationship stories. Always drives me crazy when people automatically assume that erotic romance means it's just sex and there's no actual relationship/romance/love to it. I've got you on my tbr list of authors to check out :)

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  9. Wow I never would've guessed you started with mysteries, but that's awesome that you took a chance on erotic romance. I just hope more ppl realize that erotic romance isn't just sex, but it's really about characters who has a strong emotional connections and isn't afraid to explore their desire for one another.

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