Hi
there
Welcome
to my new Friday blog in which we will be meeting various authors. My guest today is the wonderfully talented,
Kelsie Belle, whose latest release, ‘Playing for Keeps’ will be featured on my
Monday slot, ‘Bella’s World’ as a review very shortly, as I am currently
reading it – and let me tell you I’m loving it!
So
let’s find out some more about Kelsie Belle…
Kelsie Belle
wears many hats – wife, mother and teacher are just a few. But the erotic
romance writer hat is by far her favorite. She has been a storyteller for as
long as she can remember, her characters live inside her overactive mind and a
thousand stories come to life in her head every day. She’s been writing down
her sweet romances ever since she was a teenager but in her early twenties, Ms.
Belle became interested in erotic romance novels and her own stories took a
turn for the sensual since then.
Kelsie is
wildly gregarious by nature. She considers herself ‘forever 21’ and enjoys
reading contemporary romance, Science fiction and fantasy, listening to music
and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. A caffeine addict that lives life from
one coffee mug to the next, she’s always on the go, ready and waiting for the
next adventure.
Q: What motivated you to start writing?
Telling stories
comes naturally to me. I’ve always been able to spin tales out of just about
any situation. After reading other people’s work for many years I finally
decided to try my hand at the art and didn’t do half bad so I just kept on
going.
Q: Why erotic romance?
Well honestly I
think of myself as a very sexual person and this is one way in which I can
express some of the thoughts and feelings that have nowhere to fit in my
ordinary life.
Q: Do you find it easy to write the steamy scenes?
Nothing about
writing is easy but I simply lose myself in the situation, let my imagination
wander and picture it happening in my head then write down what I see. I find
it easier to stick to the traditional MF coupling but I wouldn’t rule out ever
writing a MFM or FMF ménage one day.
Q: Would you say that there is an element of
yourself in the characters you write?
Oh yes,
definitely. I can identify with all the heroines in my stories. They all embody
a piece of my own personality and the heroes are basically the stuff my fantasies
are made of.
Q: Your stories explore the darker side of love.
Why is this so?
I find it more
interesting to write characters that are multidimensional. Characters that have
been through something severe that helped to shape their personalities and
define their attitudes. I find that the angst and tension these characters
bring to the story makes reading about them way more fun.
Q: Where do you get the ideas for your stories?
Just about
anywhere - songs, people around me, items on the news etc. I can think about an
issue, observe a situation, or even hear about an incident that triggers the
plot of a story in my head.
Q: Being a wife, mother and teacher must be very
demanding of your time. How do you find space for writing in your busy
schedule?
I’m a nocturnal
writer. I have my secluded area where no one can disturb me that I retreat to
at night when the kids are in bed. I take a note book with me during the day so
that if ideas come to me while I’m not in writing mode I can jot them down to
work into my plot when I sit down to write at night.
Q: What are your other interests besides writing?
Reading first
and foremost, listening to music, playing word games (I’m a demon at scrabble).
I love travelling, going to the movies and occasionally hitting a night club
with friends.
Kelsie Belle’s Latest Release:
Left broken
and bleeding, night club owner and accountant Cassidy Samson did her best to
pick up the pieces of her broken self and move on with her life. She vowed
never to let anyone get close to her heart again…until the potent force of a
pair of green eyes threatens to bring her to her knees.
Hired as the new guitarist in the band
at the Escape Lounge, Cameron Chase is intrigued and aroused by Cassidy’s
tough-as-nails attitude and sets out to barrel through the formidable wall she
has constructed around her heart, to get to the real woman behind the façade.
He agrees to play by her rules in a reckless game of lust in hopes of finding
love.
But will Cam
be able to chase away the demons of Cassidy’s past that threaten to consume
her? Will his love be strong enough to make her whole again?
Excerpt
“Need some
help?” That sensual baritone was enough to make my knees buckle, almost sending
me crashing face down on the pavement. God
help me! It was all I could do not to fall on my knees and worship that
hallowed sound.
“Uh, um. No,
it’s fine. Just trying to find my keys in the rubble. Thanks for asking
though.” I blushed at the way my voice stuttered like a stupid schoolgirl with
her first crush.
“Sure thing,”
he said but didn’t walk away as I expected him to. I stood there foolishly
looking at him for a few seconds until I caught myself and began my search once
more. Finally, I located those darn troublemakers and let out a ragged breath I
hadn’t known I was holding.
“Finally!” I
screamed with a mixture of frustration and relief, looking up at him.
He smiled that
rugged bad-boy smile, hands in the pockets of his snug jeans. “Good for you.”
“Ah yea.
Thanks for waiting with me, see ya.” I gave a little wave and half turned to
take the remaining steps to my car.
“So you’re
seriously calling it a night already?” The question stopped me dead in my
tracks.
“What’s it to
you?” I countered saucily, turning back to face him.
“Not a damn
thing,” he replied with shrug. “Just curious. You don’t strike me as the kinda
woman that usually goes to bed before dawn.”
“Really?” I
drawled drily. “All that from a two days acquaintance and a few noncommittal
conversations?”
“I’m usually a
good judge of character,” He responded cryptically.
“Hmm. And what
kinda woman do I strike you as, Mr.
Chase?” The exasperation was clear in my sharp tone.
“Cam, please.”
“Okay…Cam. Shoot, let’s hear it.”
“Let’s see, seemingly tough exterior, cynical
and stubborn. You put on a great show of being independent and strong. You like
people to think of you as unapproachable so they don’t get too close to see
that underneath it all you’re really just a fragile little girl, scared of God
knows what,” he stated without inflection.
My breath
caught in my lungs at his completely accurate description of who I had become
and then came rushing out in short, shallow gasps for air. My hands felt clammy
and the hair on the back of my neck tingled. I bristled just a little.
“You don’t
know shit!” I shot at him and started toward my car again.
Two long
strides brought him to my side in an instant. “And you love to run—run away and
hide like a frightened little mouse,” he added, sounding amused.
I turned the
full force of my withering expression to his face. I had to arch my neck a
little because at a few inches over six feet tall he was quite a bit taller than
I was. Raw masculine power emanated from his body as he stared back at me from
behind his intense green gems. Anger rushed to the forefront of my response
system. Who the heck did this guy think he was anyway?
“Listen, Mr. Psychoanalyst, you don’t know me
from Adam, okay, so don’t go making your little half-baked assumptions about
who I am and what my habits are. You’re so way off base it’s pathetic!”
“Off base,
huh?” He gave that knowing smirk and shrugged his shoulders effortlessly,
totally unaffected by my outburst. “Okay fine, so I don’t know you. How about
you give me the chance to get to know you then?”
I inhaled
sharply, was he seriously checking me out? Was this a pickup? Was he out of his
Goddamn mind? I’m his boss for fuck sake!
“Er, excuse me?”
I sought clarification, at a loss as to what else to say.
“I like you,”
he stated simply. “You’re an enigma, I find that extremely fascinating. All I’m
asking is for a chance to get to figure out the puzzle you represent to me.”
I groaned. I
was going to settle this right now. As much as he was by far the most fuckable
piece of male flesh I had come across in a very long while, I wasn’t about to
go there with someone I worked with ever again. The unpleasantness that existed
between Jay and I was a true testament of what a total mistake that would be.
“That’s all
well and good, Mr. Chase. However,
this is a place of business and I would appreciate it if you endeavored to keep
this relationship on a strictly professional level,” I spat at him scathingly.
Again he
offered that easy grin. “Feisty, I like it. Always loved a woman with some
spirit.”
Shit, I need to get out of here fast! “And you’re not listening to me…”
“Don’t worry,
I heard you loud and clear, Ms. Samson. Place
of business, strictly professional—got it. I guess we’ll see, huh?” He flashed
me his most devastatingly sweet smile yet and cocked his head to the side. I
bristled a little more and opened my mouth to respond but he continued, “Be
safe getting home, and sweet dreams.” With that he turned and walked swiftly
away, leaving me gawking after his retreating figure.
Adult Excerpt
I watched her
as she came out of her bedroom wearing a simple cotton short-sleeved purple
nightshirt, buttoned up at the front. It rested just below her hips, giving me
an eye full of her creamy thighs. My cock throbbed at the tantalizing sight. Fuck but she was sexy!
“Do you need
anything?” she asked, leaning against the wall, playing with a lock of her hair
that had fallen into her face. I wasn’t in the mood for games, my cock had been
hard and pulsing for hours. My only focus now was sinking its hard length into
her warmth and getting off in spectacular fashion.
“Only you,” I
told her, rising to my feet and stalking to her slowly. I grabbed her hand and
yanked her hard against my body, crushing my greedy mouth over hers. She gasped
in surprise but moaned as I thrust my tongue down her throat. I bit her bottom
lip, dragging it between my teeth. Then I licked the tender flesh causing her
to whimper helplessly. She reached for the hem of my Polo shirt, lifting it
over my head in one smooth motion. I backed her up against the wall using my
knee to brace her legs apart. My hand reached down to yank the nightshirt up to
her waist and shifted her bikini panties aside so I could sink one finger and
then another into her moist heat.
“Ahhhh…” She
groaned as I began to move my fingers back and forth, sinking them into her
before dragging them out to massage her clit.
“So fucking
wet for me.” I groaned into her ears as she writhed on my fingers, urging me
on.
“Take the
shirt off,” I instructed her. She seemed so dazed that she didn’t respond to
me. “Take it off, Cass, unless you want me to destroy it!”
My words
spurred her into action and she brought her hands up to undo the small buttons
of her shirt with slightly trembling fingers. I continued to fuck her with my
hand and her pussy clenched around my fingers each time they thrust inside,
juice oozing down my hand. I looked her in the eyes as I removed my hand from
her sweet cunt and brought it to my lips, sucking her honey from my fingers.
She cried out, throwing the shirt on the floor behind her. My head dipped to
devour her succulent breasts, small and firm in my hands. I flicked my tongue
across her nipples, then captured each nub in my mouth to suckle on them.
“Fuck! Ahhh…”
She bucked against the wall.
“Lift your
leg, tiger. I need to taste that pussy,” I told her, my voice gravelly with my
need. I lowered my body before her and hoisted her left leg over my shoulder,
exposing her cunt. Her fingers tangled in my hair almost painfully as I ran my
tongue through her wet slit. She tasted of lust and fucking need, her fragrance
was the heady spice of a woman in heat.
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I'd like to thank Kelsie Belle for being my guest today, and wish her all the best with her future projects.
Join
me again on Monday when I will be reviewing a book which I read recently,
‘Grace’s Cowboys’ by Jasmine Alexander.
Until then, enjoy whatever you’re reading and/or writing at the moment.
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