Guest Blog: Suzy Shearer talks about writing #RB4U @SuzyShearer

I’ve often been asked why I write erotic romance fiction and I guess the short answer is ‘because I can’.

When I first began to write I discovered I had a flair for explicit but romantic sex so I figured that was my forte.  Then I realised most characters in the books I’d read were in the late teens, 20s and 30s.

Why not write about the people I know and the ages we are? I decided I wanted to show that just because a person is older they aren’t sexy and attractive.

So now my heroes and heroines are always older. They range in age from 40s right through to 60s. Most are around 50. As well 99% of my heroines have been plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. I want to pull down all those stereotypes.

Of course there is a down side to writing erotic books.  When people find out often their reaction is to give a sleazy leer and make some comment about writing porn and being a sex maniac or else act horrified that I’d write such ‘trash’.

Also the general assumption I’ve had from many males is I’m some sort of nymphomaniac who jumps into bed with anyone and does every kind of weird sexual thing.

Just as authors who write adventures about killing people don’t actually go around with a huge machine gun shooting people, people who write erotic novels usually have a very happy stable relationship or are single like me without any sexual partner.

So next time you see an older woman who tells you she writes erotic romance say g’day – it just might be me!  ~ Suzy 

Lucy Willis feels like her life has been on hold forever. Now at 49 she decides it’s her time. When she meets two very attractive fifty-plus men - Sebastian, a handsome indigenous Australian and Jack, a gorgeous blonde hottie!

She is surprised to find out they are bisexual and want her to join them. Tempted, but Lucy is too embarrassed to tell them her secret wish— that she needs to be controlled in bed. 

Then she discovers that Sebastian is a Dom!

Tentatively she accepts their friendship which soon develops into a love match for the three of them. Will Lucy finally find the happiness she had been searching for all her life or will fate step in to ruin it all?

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PG13 EXCERPT:  

They chatted a little about various jobs they both held. When he was called by someone else and moved away, Lucy casually glanced over at the hottie on the other side of the room.

Be still my beating heart. He was talking to another hottie!

This one looked a fraction taller, he had very dark, maybe black hair. His hair was like a wild halo around his head and his skin coloured a gorgeous rich deep burnt sienna. He had a much leaner frame but from here it looked all muscle. She couldn’t decide which one to drool over, they both looked absolutely delicious. She’d just have to lust over them both. She could see number two hottie wore a dark colour shirt and dark pants.

Hottie number one turned his head and their eyes met again. He gave her a definite smile then said something to his companion. He looked over at Lucy too and she found herself blushing. She fumbled with her drink and turned her head to look to the door.

Oh hell!

Rob was waving. She gave him a half-hearted smile and took another mouthful from her glass, only to discover it was empty. Somehow he managed to swim through the crowd and stand in front of Lucy.

“Can I buy you a drink, Lucy?”

She shook her head.

“No thanks, Rob.”

He looked disappointed.

“Dance?”

“Sorry, I told you I’m not much of a dancer.”

He looked her up and down.

“You look fantastic.”

“Thank you, Rob.”

“Hey, Lucy! Mark wants to see you, he’s near the bar.”

“Oh thanks, Margaret. Excuse me, Rob.”

She smiled at him in relief and silently thanked Mark as she made her way to the bar again. Nonchalantly glancing over to the other side of the room as she walked, Lucy noticed only one hottie there. She met Mark at the bar about to order drinks.

“Hey, Lou, just wondered of you wanted a drink. Margaret said she thought you’d finished yours and I wanted to buy you one before you left to say thank you for all the work you did for us.”

“Oh gee thanks, Mark.” Lucy quickly studied the mocktails list. “Can I have a Red Giant, please?”

It was a large glass filled with cranberry and strawberry juice then topped with lemon-lime soda. He ordered a large round of drinks and Lucy took hers from him as he put the others on a tray.

“Thanks Mark. I appreciate it and I enjoyed working with you all.”

She followed him back to the group but once again Rob intercepted her, this time at the side of the doorway again.

“I thought you didn’t want a drink.”

“I’m really sorry, Rob, it’s just Mark wanted to buy me one and I felt I should say yes because he is the office manager.”

She looked around, trying to see someone she knew nearby to save her from Rob but no one was looking.

“I asked you first,” he complained.

“I know you did and I said I’m sorry.”

In a gravelly voice he said, “Well, will you go out with me now?”

“No, sorry.” Lucy shook her head and tried to walk past him. He put his hand against the wall, preventing her from entering the lounge area without making a scene.

“I’m trying to be nice.”

“I know you are, Rob, and I appreciate it. I’m trying to be nice too but please, you have to understand I’m just not interested.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to and as I told you before I’m involved with someone.”

Once more she tried to push past. He grabbed her wrist tightly and she was frightened by his reaction. He seemed angry.

“Please let go of my arm, Rob!” she hissed softly.

“Not good enough for you, am I?”

She looked wildly around. This was getting so out of hand.

She whispered through clenched teeth. “Please let me go, Rob.”

His hand actually tightened on her wrist. Lucy managed to keep hold of her glass but most of her drink spilt onto the floor. Suddenly a sexy male voice spoke behind her then kissed her cheek. She felt two hands on her shoulders, pulling her close.

“Babe! Sorry I’m late.”

She tensed, wondering what on earth was happening and who had his arms on her. She wondered if she should scream and felt her heart pound rapidly. Rob dropped her wrist and glared up at her rescuer. Her saviour held out his hand to Rob.

“Hi, I’m Sebastian, thanks for taking care of my girl.”

Suzy's Books

E-BOOKS The Club: Bound The Club 2: Uncollared

OUT NOW The Club 3: Waxed The Club 4: Displayed

The Club 5: Submit The Club 6: Unmasked

Daemons Are Forever Build a Love

A Hunter's Heart  - Book 1 The Hunters

A Hunter’s Choice - Book 2 The Hunters

Whipped Delights - Book 1 Dark Desires

Craving Her Master  - Book 2 Dark Desires

A Hunter’s Challenge - Book 3 The Hunters

Perfect Three  

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Vol 1 - The Club (Bound and Uncollared)

Daemons Are Forever

A Hunter’s Heart

A Hunter’s Choice

Build A Love

Whipped Delights

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About Suzy

All alone and fancy free; Suzy lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney Australia's with one very spoiled dog and two equally spoiled cats to keep her company. She also has a penchant for crazy coloured hair - pinks, purples and even rainbowed - and for tattoos!

Suzy’s books always feature older heroes and heroines in their 40s through to their 60s – and her heroines are plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. She wants readers to understand that just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. 

       “I want my readers to understand that sexy isn't just for the under 30s ... lol.”

When she is not writing, she is painting. An accomplished Artist, her passion is watercolours and her subject matter ranges from portraits and animals to nudes and seascapes.

Suzy loves to hear from readers so stop by her website or send her an email.

Visit her website at: http://suzyshearer.wix.com/suzy

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Email her at: suzyshearer@optusnet.com.au

Adrift and Spend The Night With Me

Today is release day for me. My first book with Loose Id. I'm very excited about this book and enjoyed writing about a heroine who wasn't Barbie sized. This is also my first M/M/F Check out Adrift available now.

Also below is my second release Spend The Night With Me available from Ellora's Cave tomorrow Sept 15th.

Here's a little taste:

“I expect everyone to be there.” Mr. Carlton stood up and continued talking to the small group in the conference room. “My wife looks forward to this every year, so I don’t want to disappoint her. There will be boats at the dock to take people back and forth to Carlton Island.”
Kari cringed just thinking about getting into a boat and being escorted over to her boss’s island. The last thing she wanted to do over her weekend was spend it with him and fellow coworkers. Kari enjoyed the peace and serenity of her apartment. She didn’t have to make small talk except with Pepper, her cat.
Last year she’d been able to get out of the company picnic, but something told her this time she wouldn’t be so lucky.
“This is bullshit.”
Kari swiveled her chair to see who else felt like she did, but was brave enough to voice his opinion. She was met with the most amazing blue eyes.
Ben.
Her heart caught in her throat. Was he speaking to me?
Ben Eckhart hadn’t uttered a word to her in the three years he’d worked at Carlton Technologies. Kari had admired him from afar, knowing he’d never be interested in someone like her. She wasn’t a size 2 pinup model like Ben probably dated.
“Does he think we don’t have a life outside of work?”
He was talking to her.
Hanging out on her deck with a book wasn’t in the cards for her this weekend.
“Have you ever been?” he asked.
“Once. I’ve managed to escape all the other yearly get-togethers, but I don’t see that happening this weekend.”
“I heard people have gotten let go for not attending.”
She’d heard that too, but thankfully it hadn’t happened to her. With the economy in dire straits, she wasn’t risking it this year. “That’s what they say. I can’t afford to take any chances. I’ll be going.”
“Me too, I guess.”
Kari groaned inwardly. She didn’t want to spend the weekend lusting over Ben. At work she could cover up her scars, but on Carlton Island she’d be expected to dress more casually.
Maybe she could think of a way out of this.
“Spouses and significant others are more than welcome too,” Mr. Carlton continued.
Kari turned her attention back to her boss. Right about now, she wished she had someone in her life she could bring along to ease the pain of watching Ben. Fortunately he wasn’t aware of her feelings for him.
He leaned closer to her chair and whispered in her ear. “You bringing someone?” Heat from his breath trickled down her neck, straight to her core. Images of Ben wearing only swim trunks filled her mind. She pictured a hard, smooth chest and abs of steel she could run her fingers along.
“No,” she snapped.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
She swiveled her chair slightly and glanced over her shoulder. His lips were close. Close enough that if she leaned just a little bit, she could graze them with her own. “I didn’t mean to snap. I’m just really frustrated about having to go this weekend. I’m going alone.”
“Hmmm. I guess I’ll see you there.”
“Guess so.”
Mr. Carlton ended the meeting. Kari gathered her notebook, pen, and coffee mug before heading back to her office. She wondered if Ben would be coming alone or if he would be bringing some lucky lady.
She prayed he came alone. He’d broken the ice by talking to her in the meeting. Maybe they could get to know each other better over the weekend.
As she sat in her chair, she realized she was fooling herself. Ben would never be interested in a size 12 disfigured woman. Even if he did show an interest, Kari couldn’t take her clothes off for him. Her scars were a reminder that she’d never have a love life again. It was bad enough that the memories of that horrible night still haunted her; visible scars stared back from the mirror. They screamed at her, taunting that she’d be lonely the rest of her life.

Excerpt:

It’s time to put these away. I need to move on. It’s time for closure.
Brooke stared at the pictures scattered all over the floor. They’d haunted her for over eighteen months. Memories of what she had lost. Memories of what she should’ve had. The one and only love of her life. Carl.
He’d been gone for a long time. She would never forget that dreadful day when her future mother-in-law had called with the news. Carl had been killed by a suicide bomber. He was only days away from coming home. Instead he’d returned in a body bag.
It was time for her to get back to the living. She needed companionship. She wanted to feel a man’s strong arms around her again. The need to feel safe and secure grew with each passing day. And if she was honest with herself, she needed sex. Down-and-dirty sex.
She’d been lonely for so long. She wanted to remember how it felt to have a man ravish her body.
Kim, one of her best friends, had been offering to set her up in a room over at Freedom Fantasies forever. Freedom Fantasies wasn’t just any old place. It was a Manor where women went to live out their fantasies.
Paige, her other best friend, had recently rekindled her marriage there. Maybe it was time she had some fun—even if for only one night.
Looking around the apartment she’d once shared with Carl, she realized how much of him was still there. Pictures were everywhere. On the entertainment center, the end tables, even in the kitchen. There were constant reminders of their life together. It wasn’t healthy for her to continue to obsess over him. He was gone and he was never coming back. It was time she realized the truth.
Quickly, she got off the floor and started collecting all the photos. She placed them in a big pile on her bed. From the closet in the spare room she retrieved an old empty box she’d kept for future storage. This was the perfect time to pack away Carl’s photos. It was time to let go.
She stacked the photos one by one neatly into the box. Once they were all safe, she tucked the box away in the closet. She didn’t want to forget Carl, she just wanted to move on.
His closet had been emptied because his family wanted some of his belongings. She’d kept a few shirts, which she occasionally wore around the house. She liked having his scent lingering. His dog tags hung around her neck as a constant reminder of what they could have had—what was taken away by a suicide bomber.
She removed the tags and brought them to the closet where she packed them away with all his pictures.
As she passed the mirror, she stopped. When had she started to look so old? At thirty she wasn’t old. She looked tired and worn-out. She examined her reflection more closely. Her blue eyes were cold and empty. Her blonde hair appeared lifeless. Had she really been presenting herself to the world looking like this?
She rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. After giving her hair a thorough shampooing and conditioning she blew it dry. Using her large round brush, she added volume. She added makeup to her drab complexion.
Upon inspection she liked what she saw. She looked more her age again. She didn’t look old and beaten. It was time to put on some sexy clothes and hop over to the Manor. While she wasn’t going to have Kim set her up, she was going to mingle in the bar area. Maybe she’d find someone who intrigued her all by herself. There was nothing Brooke despised more than being hooked up.
While she was there she’d pop in on her friend and see how she was doing.