As promised...

Here's an excerpt from Behind Locked Doors - Book Three, my current work in progress. This is the start of the first chapter (there's a prologue beforehand), and the first scene with Scary. Hope you like!

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Chapter One

It started the next morning as I came down from my room. I knew it was early, too early for everyone else but him. He was spending too much time in the Harem these days, as if he didn’t want to go home. Or couldn’t. I wasn’t too sure which it was, but today it suited my purpose. Spotting him sitting at a table with a coffee cup in hand, I crossed the lounge and automatically knelt in front of him.

Debating inwardly whether to clasp my hands behind my back, I missed his look of wonder. I couldn’t miss his low growl as he asked, “What do you want, Thursday?”

I looked up, our gazes locking together for the first time in what felt like forever. “I want to please you. Master.”

His eyebrows rose. “You do?”

I nodded, feeling my cheeks redden at his suddenly pensive gaze. “Yes, Master.”

“What are you offering?”

I nearly gasped when I realized he’d seen right through my attempt. And yet, he wasn’t moving. I checked out the stretch of denim in front of me and was awarded by the brilliant sight of one very hard cock pushing against the thick material. Yes! My plan was working! I looked back up and said, my voice hesitant, “Anything, Master.”

“Anything?” he repeated, almost daring me to deny my offer.

“Anything you want, Master.”

He stared down at me for a second or two, and then he started laughing. I saw red. I’d put my heart and pride on the line, and the damn man thought it was funny! I grabbed the table and heaved myself upright, turning around with my gaze already on the staircase. I needed to flee, run back to my room and hide under the covers. I should have known it wouldn’t be that easy!

“Don’t.” Fingers grabbed my right hand, effectively stopping my escape. His hard chest cupped my back for a fleeting moment before he turned me around. Harsh fingers palmed my chin as he forced my head up. “Why are you doing this, Thursday?”

I licked my lips as I tried to buy myself some time. “Because I, huh, want to?”

“Want to what?”

Shit! “Mmm, I want to please you, Master, of course.”

He rolled his eyes. “Try again, Thursday. Since when are you so pliant? You told me I could do anything to you.”

“Yes, Master.”

His eyes drilled into mine, as if he was trying to determine what was going on inside my head. Good luck with that one! “Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, Master.”
The word rolled off my lips, just like I’d heard Friday do. She treated them all equally, calling them Masters or Sirs each time she spoke up. Or shouted her climax. Fake climax, that is.
I could do that too, damn it! I told myself once again, buoying my convictions as best I could.

“Anything I want?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Okay then,” he paused then added, “prove it.”

Opinions needed!

I need your help.

I've been toying around with a couple different ideas and I thought I'd ask your thoughts on them. Here goes:

1. I'm considering writing another book with Nick and Leah from Someone Like You. If you've read it, what do you think? Would you like another story with that couple? It would be more erotic (SLY is more a romance, I think), so it would be a change of pace and would also probably take place quite a few years later.

Oh, I've just had the most brilliant idea. What about a book with Nick and Leah, but also Kevin and Mia? Ye gods. You so don't want to know the plot that just popped into my head. Or maybe you do?!

2. If you follow me on Twitter (@droptheglasses), you'll have noticed I'm currently working on Behind Locked Doors - Book Three. It's going very well and I've written 10K in two days (yeah for me getting my groove back!), so I was wondering if you'd be interested in reading the first scene with Scary. Once I've finished the story, it probably won't hit your (virtual) shelves until October 2011. One year to wait!

Sooo... You tell me :)

Smut Marathon - Round 6

You can now vote in the latest round of Alison Tyler's Smut Marathon. Good luck guessing which story is mine! (<= Lookie, I made a pun :).

Flash Fuck Me

I can be found at Alison Tyler's new blog today, with my short-short story In the Train.

I actually wrote it during my commute. I had the idea, typed it on my BlackBerry, then emailed it to myself so I wouldn't lose it. It worked!

PS: Love that pic by Riendo too.

NOR reviews One Last Vice

Short but nice review for One Last Vice over at Night Owl Reviews:

4.25/5 - Reviewed by: Ursshebear

"One Last Vice," by Emma Hillman is a cute short story. Imagine falling in love with an employee and that employee not noticing your flirtations or attempts at being more than just friends. Though James' attempts at getting her attention are a bit much and Chloe's reaction a bit hokey, I found the story still delightful to read. I will definitely look for other stories written by Emma because I enjoyed her writing style.

... While I found it funny that delightful and hokey could be in the same sentence, it's still a cute review. And 4.25 is very nice, thank you!

Now, if only someone would review Someone Like You so I could be sure people liked it...

Fan mail

I received a couple emails from self-proclaimed fans this past month, weirdly enough both enquiring about the Behind Locked Doors Series. I say weirdly enough because I thought those were my least-liked books. Apparently, what do I know?!

I loved receiving those emails, and it's made me think of the times I emailed my favorite authors and went crazy when they responded. To me. Personally. It felt as if, for a single moment, we'd connected. That was a rush, believe you me.

I've been known to do this with authors whose books I really admired. From Jenna Black for The Devil Inside (I had to tell her I needed more Adam in my life) to my favorite author, Kristan Higgins (nearly for every book, just because she rocks my world).

I also contacted another erotica author just to tell her thank you for writing Rubenesque books. I don't see her as a competitor, I see her as someone who's writing the books I want to read. And we need more of these books, damn it!

All this to say, if you loved a book, be it an ebook from a less-known author or a NY Times Bestseller, take the time to write them a short email. These days, you can usually find their email addresses on their personal website or blog. Or try Twitter. Or Facebook. It'll make them very happy, and you too when you receive an email from them.

Spread the love around, I say...

Who wants to review Someone Like You?

Because I can't wait to hear readers' opinions on this final book in the series, I'll happily give away an e-copy of the book to whomever promises to write a review of Someone Like You (eg. on Amazon, ARe, Goodreads, etc.).

Just email me at my usual address. Oh, and don't worry, I won't make you give it 5 stars! (But I still sure hope you'll like it :)

Results of the Mystery Challenge

For those who played (and asked), the results of the 5th Challenge over at Smut Marathon have just been announced.

I'm #3 with my story, Sucker. Soooo, who guessed right?

2nd and final version of I Am Nobody's Cover Art

Here it is. It took me a while but I'm finally happy with my cover!

What do you think?

Someone Like You's Release Day - 7!

Someone Like You (aka Nick's story) will be released in exactly one week and because I'm very excited, I thought I'd give you an excluse preview. Here's the prologue... I really hope you enjoy it!

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“Mia?”

She blinked down at him, her pen poised over her notepad. “No, actually it’s Leah.” She tapped a finger over the nametag carelessly pinned over her chest, and asked for the second time, “What can I get you?”

Nick ‘Apollo’ Hamilton groaned when he realized his mistake. “Sorry, I thought you were somebody else. Uh, coffee, black, no sugar.”

“Sure. Anything else?”

He shook his head and watched her leave, noting the way her ass curved underneath her uniform. For one second there, he’d really thought it was Mia come to visit him. No, even better, to tell him she’d left Kevin, that she loved him and no one else. That she wanted to... “Shit.” He nearly slapped himself in an effort to clear his head. He had to stop thinking about her, damn it! She was happy with her husband and they were just friends. And even if they’d had sex together, even if he’d made her come, had felt her contract around his pounding length, nothing else would ever happen.

His cock rose in his shorts at the memories assailing his mind. He contemplated returning home and jerking off while once more reliving that amazing night spent with his best friend and his wife. But fuck, he was tired of his own hand! Except he’d tried screwing some nameless girls, and he hadn’t managed to get it up. It was unbelievable that him, Apollo Hamilton, former playboy, was stuck in this situation.

His gaze focused once again on the waitress: she was leaning over the counter, obviously riffling around trying to find something. Her breasts were pushed together, all the men’s eyes focused on the way they jiggled with each of her movements. And yet, he looked at her face, she appeared oblivious. She finally found what she was looking for–a napkin–and walked back towards him.

He couldn’t help it, he looked her up and down. Her features were eerily similar to Mia’s, too similar. Oh, he could see her hair wasn’t the same color, her eyes were gray instead of green but her body shape was the same. She was curvy everywhere, her hips begging to be palmed. Hell. His eyes widened when he felt his dick twitch. She was turning him on?

“Here you go,” Leah said as she deposited a cup full of steamy coffee in front of him. “Let me know if you’d like a refill.”

He nodded, unable to speak. He watched her ass jiggle away and took a deep breath. Something was wrong with him. There was just no other explanation.

Guess...

...which story is mine and vote for it!

If you can prove you found the correct one by emailing me a screen cap at droptheglasses (at) hotmail (dot) com, I'll send you chocolates.

And believe me when I say they're yummy.

Good luck!

What do you think?

I've decided that my novella, I Am Nobody's, should come out as a stand-alone book (it's in eXcessica's Triad anthology). Selena nicely agreed and it should be published in July 2011.

So now, I'm toying with blurbs, excerpts and cover arts.

Here's my first take on the cover, what do you think?