Today my guest is Julie Shelton who has a new release, 'Keeping Sarah'. Let's find out more:
Julie has always loved stories, both reading and writing them, ever since she was old enough to hold a book in her hands. One of her favorite childhood activities was smuggling books under the covers to read by flashlight after she was supposed to be asleep. Another was writing little plays that she and her sister performed for their very patient parents. Her very first novel was about an amateur teenage girl detective and her two sidekicks—hmmm. Perhaps it was more than just a coincidence that she happened to be devouring all the Nancy Drew books at the time?
After years of dead-end jobs, she finally wised up, finished college, and got a Master’s Degree in Library Science. A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her dream career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated successfully for twenty-five years. During that time she created and wrote all the original material for a monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board stories, fingerplays, and other resource material for early childhood educators. For that endeavor she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of 1982. She has also written other resource materials for preschool and early elementary teachers.
After moving more than two dozen times in her life, Julie now lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia. Now widowed and retired, she once again has time to devote to her two favorite things—reading and writing—especially her new love, erotic romances. Not a single amateur teenage girl detective in sight.
Author's Profile
Q: What is your writing day like?
A: Since I am widowed and retired, and an inveterate night owl, I write at all times of the day and night. When inspiration strikes, I can go at it for hours, often forgetting to eat. I know it’s time for a break when my cat walks across the keyboard, making his own small contribution to my latest scene. That means I have to get up fast before he lies down on the keyboard and sends all my hard work out into limbo somewhere. As a total novice on the computer, that’s my biggest fear—losing all my hard work. Only because it has already happened to me—I somehow managed to erase an entire novel!
Q: Do you keep notes?
A: Copious notes. Reams of notes. Boxes and boxes of notes. That’s because I do mine the hard way—on 3 x 5 index cards, one note, scene, sentence, description, etc. per card. I wrote the entire first draft of a medieval romance novel on index cards—two shoeboxes full of index cards. It’s still in those shoeboxes, waiting to be immortalized in print.
Q: Where do you get your inspiration?
A: Everywhere. Everything I’ve ever seen, everything I’ve ever heard, everything I’ve ever read. That medieval romance still hangin’ out in those shoeboxes? The entire novel came to me just from seeing a blue dress worn by a minor character in the movie, Becket. It just burst into being, full-blown—I could hardly write it down fast enough.
Q: What do you do when you’re blocked?
A: I edit or revise the last chapter or pages that I wrote. I go through my notes, I try writing the opening scene of a new novel. It’s important to do something to try and push through the block.
Q: What do you do when a scene just doesn’t work?
A: I try like heck to keep it in and make it work, since, as any author knows, every word put to paper is pure gold. But, let’s get real. If I had kept every scene I ever wrote for Loving Sarah, the book would weigh 80 pounds. So the short answer is, you make a new document out of it and put it in stasis, hoping you can resurrect it later to use in another book.
Q: Do you do your writing at the computer?
A: I do now. All the other novels I’ve written (that have yet to be published), were either on the aforementioned note cards or written in longhand on legal pads. Lots of legal pads. I am in the glacially slow process of transcribing everything onto the computer—something else I do when I’m blocked.
Q: What do you do just for fun?
A: Writing is just for fun. But, in my increasingly diminishing spare time, I make jewelry out of handmade papers, polymer clay, cloth, fibers, and beads. I also make Christmas tree ornaments. I have sold these and other hand-crafted items at both local and national, juried art and craft shows.
Julie Shelton's New Release:
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[Siren Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romantic Suspense, M/M/F, voyeurism, pegging, spanking, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
Honeymooning in England, Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair and their beloved wife, Sarah, are heading for their friend Thorne Cahill’s BDSM club for dinner when another car deliberately tries to run them off the road. Thanks to their own driver’s skills, the other car is destroyed, the two unknown occupants killed.
Through Thorne, they discover that they’re the targets of a “blood feud”, instigated by Konstandin Sokolov, son of Viktor Sokolov, the Albanian mobster who had unwisely kidnapped Sarah a few months back, and paid for it with his life. They also discover that Thorne’s guests, ruthless human traffickers, have gathered for tomorrow night’s slave auction. Konstandin Sokolov is one of the buyers.
Fraught with treachery, betrayal, and deadly danger, Keeping Sarah keeps the reader on a knife’s edge of tension, while also exploring the deepening emotional commitment between Jesse and Adam. They already trust each other with their lives. Now they must learn how to trust each other with their love.
STORY EXCERPT
“Jesus Christ, Adam!” Jesse Colter jerked his head up and stared at his best friend, Adam Sinclair. “You want to do what?” Are you crazy? He didn’t actually say the last three words, but then, he didn’t need to. His expression said it for him.
“I want us to start showing the love we have for each other. Physically,” Adam repeated, lifting the heavy, Waterford crystal glass to his nose. In the bottom was around an inch and a half of Redbreast Year-Old Irish whiskey. His eyes closed and an expression of utter bliss crossed his face. Oh my God, that’s heaven! Notes of plum and toffee and ginger wafted up to his nostrils, making his mouth pucker with anticipation.
“You mean you want us to start fuckin’ each other!” It took all of Jesse’s effort to keep from shouting, but he didn’t want to wake Sarah, who was still asleep in the next room. After a full day of traipsing through the picturesque ruins of Fountains Abbey and the exquisite beauty of Studley Royal Park, they had insisted that she take a nap before dinner.
“Exactly.” Adam held his glass up to the light, admiring the refracted shards of amber liquid gathered in the thick bottom. Oh, yeah, he was going to enjoy this. Lifting the glass to his lips, he took a small sip, rolling the liquor around on his tongue before swallowing it, savoring the nuttiness and the smooth grain finish. Picking up the other glass he’d poured, he walked over to where Jesse was standing in front of the sofa and held it out to him.
As Jesse took the glass, he looked at the man he’d loved for the past eight years as a friend, a teammate, a fellow SEAL, a brother. Over the years they’d developed a closeness that rivaled that of most twins. And yet, they’d never become lovers. Oh, they’d come close several times, especially in the beginning, when they’d found themselves in the midst of a particularly hot three-way with a willing sub. Even more, lately, during scenes with Sarah, especially when they were both inside her at the same time, feeling their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin membrane separating them. But for some reason, they had never acted on the feelings they both instinctively knew were there.
Their mouths had been so close, mere inches apart, and sometimes the need to claim Adam’s lips in a hard kiss had nearly overwhelmed Jesse. Yet Jesse had always tamped down those feelings, knowing instinctively that he wasn’t ready. He had always stopped short of taking that final step, the one that would have crossed that invisible threshold. The one that would have united their bodies and merged their souls in the same physical bliss that bound them both to Sarah, the woman they both cherished and adored.
Jesse signed inwardly. Evidently that was about to change. And he still wasn’t sure he was ready.
Adam looked over the rim of his glass at the best friend he’d ever had. They were so close, they each knew exactly what the other was thinking, often able to carry on entire conversations without saying a single word. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised,” he said. “We’ve both been aware of the shift in our feelings for each other. And Sarah is the catalyst. Can you deny that loving her has altered the dynamic between you and me?”
Jesse’s expression didn’t alter, but Adam knew the other man was thinking about it. “We’ve always loved each other, Jess, but the two of us loving Sarah, making her the center of both our lives, has, oh, I don’t know”—he waved his hand, the one not holding the whiskey, groping for words—“somehow deepened and expanded the feelings we’ve always had for each other.” Adam looked down at the liquor he was swirling in the bottom of the glass. “I think it’s time we opened our hearts and minds to all possibilities. Time we accepted and explored everything that brings us pleasure and strengthens the bond the three of us have.” He looked up, locking his gaze with Jesse’s. “I think we need this, Jess.”
For a long moment the two men stared at each other without blinking until Jesse finally broke eye contact. He lowered his big frame carefully onto the overstuffed flowered chintz sofa, sinking into its lush comfort with a groan of pleasure. They had done a hell of a lot of walking today and he was much more tired than he wanted to admit. Holding his glass steady in his right hand, he stretched his left arm along the sofa’s pillowy back. He bent his leg to place one booted ankle on the opposite knee. Then he lifted the glass to his mouth and took a long, slow sip of the whiskey.
The casual observer would have said he was relaxed, but Adam could see the muscles clenching along his jawline and the tension in his shoulders. A tension that radiated out into the room. A tension so palpable that not even the cheerful fire blazing in the grate of the ornate marble fireplace could chase it away.
Oh, sure, Jesse had long suspected that this shift in their relationship was coming. He’d known all along that Adam was bi and that he loved him…that way. Yet Adam had never said or done anything to push it, and in fact, Jesse was kind of surprised it had taken his best friend this long to address it. After all, they’d been best friends for over eight years. And they both loved Sarah with all their being. But was he ready for such an enormous change?
ADULT EXCERPT
Sarah lay in the middle of the super king-size canopied bed, curled up on her side, her arms wrapped around Adam’s pillow, while cradling Jesse’s pillow in the gentle curve of her body. The sheet had been pushed to the foot of the bed and her naked flesh gleamed softly in the light from the living room.
Jesse walked over and stood at the side of the bed nearest the door, while Adam rounded the foot of the bed to stand opposite him. Both men watched, enthralled, as the love of their lives began to wake. Yawning hugely, she raised her elbows over her head and tucked her hands against the sides of her neck arching her back slowly as she stretched her arms. Undulating her torso, she alternately stretched her back and shoulder muscles. With a low, throaty growl of pleasure, she rolled over onto her stomach, hips gyrating and ass muscles flexing as she worked her thighs and calves.
Jesse’s mouth went dry. “Christ, sugar!” His voice sounded like his vocal cords were being tied in a knot.
“Oh!” With a little yelp of surprise, her head shot up. Lifting a hand to thrust the thick waves of her hair back out of her face, she turned to look up at Jesse. He had stripped off his shirt, which lay in a heap on the floor, and was unbuckling his belt. Arm and shoulder muscles rippling, he lowered his zipper and shoved his jeans down his legs, freeing his rigid cock. Sarah stared at it, all hard and red and dribbling pre-cum. Her mouth watered. “How long have you been standing there, spying on me?”
“Not spyin’, baby,” he said with a wicked grin. “Admirin’.”
“Get all the kinks worked out?” Adam’s voice sent her head swiveling in the other direction. Behind her she heard Jesse’s shoes falling softly to the floor. Adam was already naked, stroking his long, elegant penis with one hand. At the expression on his face, excitement jolted along Sarah’s spine. With a sound that could only be described as a growling purr, she rolled over onto her back, watching him from beneath her lashes as she stretched like a contented kitten. She was already wet. No surprise there. She was always wet. Her body ached with constant need for both of these men, but her heart ached more, with a love so profound she knew she’d need ten lifetimes to express it adequately.
Without a word, each man planted a knee on the mattress and started moving toward her, each reaching out a large hand to palm the nearest breast. They slid their fingers beneath the soft, warm globes and lifted them up. At the same time, their heads descended and their hot, wet mouths closed around her turgid nipples, suckling and laving and nipping the knotted peaks with their teeth, sending jolts of electricity arcing through her body straight to her clit.
She arched her back in ecstasy as she let out a sharp, shuddering cry, thrusting her breasts more fully into their pleasuring mouths and hands. Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! How could anyone survive such pleasure?
The hands left her breasts and slid in tandem down her belly to her thighs. Jesse stopped suckling her long enough to rasp, “Spread your legs,” against her wet, supple flesh. She whimpered as she moved her feet apart. The twin tugs on her nipples sent rapturous sensations rioting through her as both men began stroking their index fingers up and down her slit, first Jesse, then Adam, sending her arousal spiking off the charts. Another whimper left her throat when both men lifted their heads, leaving her wet, reddened nipples throbbing in the cool air.
“Sit up, sugar,” Jesse ordered, grabbing the pillows and piling them up against the elaborately carved headboard. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he swiveled around and grabbed her under her arms, pulling her bottom onto his thighs, her back to his front. He scooted backward until he was sitting in front of the pillows at the head of the bed. He bent his knees and leaned back against the headboard, with Sarah in his lap, her butt against his groin in the V of his widespread thighs. His erection was a hard ridge against the base of her spine. Adam’s hand left her sex and she let out a whimper of disappointment.
Jesse’s hands moved to her knees, which Bella's Worldhe lifted and spread wide, draping her legs over his powerful thighs, exposing her pussy and anus to Adam’s rapacious gaze. The scent of her arousal perfumed the air around them, making Adam’s mouth water.
Thank you so much for being my guest today, Julie.
Join me again on Monday for another peek into Bella's World. Until then have a wonderful weekend and enjoy whatever you are reading and/or writing.
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