Plotting Workshop by Rhonda Helms

I recently took a plotting workshop by Rhonda Helms. Since it helped my a lot to increase my daily word count, I decided to tell you a bit about it.

I’ve read a ton of books about plotting. I never got the hang of it. Somehow, I always tried to fit my plots into the structure taught in the books, and I ended up meandering around, writing, deleting, going back, fixing things, re-fixing the fixed stuff…you get the drift. It was like looking for a certain address when I had no idea which country I was in. I got stuck. I got blocked. I lost the fun. And, most importantly, I lost my characters. They ambled along, but neither of us had a clue what we wanted.

Of course I had some idea of what the story was -or should be- about, but I had no idea how to write it.

I forced myself to go on. To write even if I had no idea where this would lead. I hated writing. I was glad if I managed 500 words on a good day.

That was when I heard about the plotting workshop. I signed up immediately and threw myself into reading the book Goal, Motivation, Conflict by Debra Dixon. Rhonda told us to read it before the class started since we’d need it.

I won’t go too much into detail of the workshop itself, since you need to do it yourself if you want to learn it. We covered brainstorming, the plot points, how to fill out the scenes, how and where to add the subplot. Subjects were also characters, their goals, their motivation, and the conflict keeping them from reaching their goals.

Of course, there is no class without homework, so we did an outline of our stories and posted it for everyone in the group to see (I was freaking nervous). We got into the motivation of our own characters. We basically plotted an entire story with subplots, characters and everything else. All I had left to do was write it.

Some of our pantsers had a really hard time, but it was worth it. (At least in my eyes) Rhonda went through every one of our plots and gave feedback, which helped a lot to see flaws. It made me realize why I had fought so hard with a story that simply refused to work. It took me months to write a couple of thousand words. In the end, I gave up on that story. Not the idea, don’t get me wrong. I like the idea and I will write the story-but in the way it’s meant to be. In a way I have fun while writing it.

I still don’t like plotting. I might never like it. But before I start a story, I sit down and do my homework. My GMC and my plot. I outline everything, the plot points, the length, the chapters… I don’t line out every scene until the end, but only a few ahead. That’s enough for me and allows my characters to change a story if they need to. But I can add some foreshadowing and lead up to certain events since I know what will be coming in a later chapter.
I still manage to surprise me (I managed to add a very important character out of the blue in my last story) so outlining is not stifling my creativity. What it does is giving me a direction. I now write 1.5k on a bad day, 3k on a good. (Good and bad doesn’t say anything about my writing itself, only about how tired I am as I’m writing at night.)
I have fun again. My characters talk to me and have fun as well.

This is why I sit down, take two or three days to outline and then write. I wrote a 65k novel in exactly six weeks. I still need to edit it (typos and small tweaks), but basically, the story is done. I might add some foreshadowing or flesh out one scene or two. But I don’t have to get back and see where I took a wrong turn or where I have to change the whole story.

 

For that, I’m grateful to Rhonda. And believe me, I already told her I’ll attend the next workshop.

 

If you’re interested in the workshops, I’ll post updates here.

What do you think about plotting? Do you do it?

 

I’m curious. Let me know.

 

Chris

 

Seven facts about my writing

Since I got tagged on facebook to reveal 7 facts about my writing, I thought I’d share with you here as well. Let’s start:

1. I was a complete non-plotter until I took a workshop about plotting. Since then I’m plotting and have increased my word count to 2.5k a day. I usually was happy if I managed 1k, so that’s a huge improvement.
2. Thanks to plotting, I recently finished my first novel. I wrote 65k in 6 weeks, which still amazes me. And it’s pretty coherent, with only very small tweaks necessary. I love it.
3. When I’m writing, I’m in a very strange headspace. It takes me a couple of sentences to get in there, and then the words flow.
4. If I’m in the right headspace, I get out about 1.5k in an hour.
5. Sometimes when I reread my own stuff, I’m wondering where this came from. It’s like another person wrote it. (I mean this in a good way.)
6. I’m writing on my couch, wrapped in a blanket, rock music playing in the background, although I don’t actually listen to the music.
7. I usually have to title for my stories until the very end. Sometimes I find it while writing, but it also happened that I finished a story and the title was still ‘novella’.

Night Vision by Amelia Bishop

Today on my blog: Night Vision by Amelia Bishop, a friend from my writing group. Welcome Amelia, and congratulations to your release!

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Blurb:

Theron Antonopolis, a strige, feeds on human emotion. In a tranquil suburban neighborhood, his best meals come from a quiet systems administrator who’s become more than a source of nourishment for Theron—Alex Rowler is an obsession. Theron can no longer remain in the shadows. When they meet, any attraction Alex feels toward the sexy monster is overshadowed by his anxiety and distrust of Theron’s supernatural powers. But sensing the underlying arousal, Theron begins courting his human.

As months pass, Theron falls deeply in love, and the need to complete the strige bonding ceremony with his human lover becomes overwhelming. But a permanent commitment is too much, too soon for Alex, and he delays the joining, despite Theron’s insistence they are running out of time. As an unbonded pair, however, Theron and Alex draw the attention of the Midnight Parliament, and the lovers are brought to trial to determine their fate.

Excerpt:

He needed to do something, to contribute to this interaction in some way. Theron pressed against him, hips to hips, hands kneading his back. Just like in my dreams. Alex closed his eyes and gave up the fight.

“You had tied me up, my hands. In my dream. They were tied behind my neck with a necktie so I couldn’t move without choking myself. I was wearing some red satin underwear. They were silky and too tight, like something from a fetish shop. You were teasing me. I wanted to come so bad, and you were laughing and touching me through the underwear, but not enough. I begged you for more, but you just kept teasing.”

“Ahh, Alex.” Theron panted into Alex’s ear, and his hands froze on Alex’s back. He pushed his groin against Alex harder, pressing their stiff lengths together. “Did I let you come?”

“No. I woke up and finished it myself.”

“And you said my name.” Theron’s panting cut off abruptly as if he was holding his breath, waiting for Alex’s answer.

“Yes.”

 

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Wolf’s Sacrifice by Draven St. James

It’s been a while since I had a guest on my blog, and it’s been a while since I posted anything at all. I’m sorry for that, I’ve been busy writing.

But today I’m very happy to have Draven St. James on my blog.

Welcome, Draven and congratulations to your new release, Wolf’s Sacrifice!

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Blurb:

Sean Maddox has one basic goal: to protect the Northwest Pack. That priority helps him stay grounded—until the day the pack rescues Liam. Suddenly Sean is finding any excuse to be around the sweet, blind shifter. But trying to focus his thoughts on keeping Liam safe and not exploring the whole laundry list of carnal fantasies he’s been having is anything but grounding. It doesn’t help that Sean’s wolf makes it damn clear it believes Liam belongs to him.

From the first deep breath of Sean Maddox’s intoxicating scent, all Liam wants to do is strip naked for the sexy beta and let the wolf claim him. Hiding away his desires seems like the best plan, given after a lifetime in captivity Liam is just learning what it means to be free. What does he know about being a mate? More to the point, would Sean even want him if he knew the truth?

As Sean and Liam struggle with their growing craving for each other an old enemy steps out of the shadows. With secrets lurking and fate twisting two worlds together a sacrifice must be made, but can the two mates live with the consequences?

 

Excerpt:

 

While he was certain Liam didn’t intend for it to be a sensual strip tease, Sean’s mind drifted in that direction anyway. Birds sang and the wind bellowed, while Liam’s hands danced over the contours of his body.

“I can feel you staring at me,” Liam accused, although amusement colored his words. The levity kept him from turning away and giving Liam privacy.

“I’m just standing here,” he replied in a low rough voice. Standing there envisioning someplace much more private so he could do wicked things he shouldn’t be considering.

“Uh huh.” Liam shrugged his shirt from his shoulders and Sean bit his lip to keep his groan at bay. Screw the water, he wanted to press the man to the ground and lick him from head to toe.

Facing him directly as though Liam could actually see him, Liam toed of his shoes and shimmied out of his pants. He did manage to keep on a snug pair of black boxer briefs Sean had taken him shopping to get.

Deep breathes. Deep breathes.

“No more than this,” Liam said with a stubborn twist to his lips. The words effectively jerked him into the present. “I may not be able to see you looking at me, but I can feel it.”

“Oh?” His curiosity peaked at that admission, but he left the statement alone, for now. Deep within he wanted to know everyone about Liam, but didn’t want to push so hard the man locked him out. The last thing he needed was for Liam to know how much he wanted him to remove that last scrap of clothing.

“Well?” Liam held his hand out. “I need some direction here.”

Sean grinned and closed the distanced between them. He laced their fingers together and directed Liam toward the edge of the water. “The rocks are a bit slippery, so be careful.”

He waded into the chilly water and towed Liam in after him, not surprised when the man gasped, “Shit, that’s cold. Are you sure we should be doing this?”

“I swim here every morning. Your body will adjust.”

“Or you’re crazy,” Liam muttered under his breath. “It’ll adjust when hypothermia sets in.”

He chuckled and carefully turned away from the lake so he could direct Liam out into the water. “Come on. Today I won’t throw you into the deep. It will be about getting you comfortable with the water.”

“Define comfortable? You’ll leave me in here until I’m too numb to climb out?”

“No, smartass,” Sean responded with a snort. “It’s about you feeling the stones under your feet and the slight current along your body.”

Liam’s face crinkled into a looked of disgust. “It feels gross down there.”

“There is moss covering the floor of the lake. I promise it isn’t anything that is going to come out and grab you.” Sean brushed his thumb over Liam’s hand in reassuring gesture. “I’ll protect you.”

“Somehow that sounded condescending.”

“I know this lake like the back of my hand. I’ve been swimming here since I was a boy. I probably can map out about every rock.”

The chill from the water was a relief from the heat the sight of Liam’s nearly naked form inspired. The man’s pale body reflected off the surface of the water, his narrow waist, and slim toned torso. The fall of his hair danced around his shoulders from the soft breeze that blew across the lake. His brow furrowed in concentration.

Sean had never taken anyone to the lake with him. He considered it a private place, one he now shared with the puzzling man before him. A man who he wanted to unraveled to reveal all his secrets and protect him from any harm that may still be lurking in the shadows. Now if Liam weren’t so damn stubborn.

 

 

Bio:

Draven St. James is a born and raised Oregonian. She has traveled extensively in search of mischief and mayhem to fill her books. Her ventures have been quite successful in inspiring a wealth of stories. Of course at the end of the day, coffee within reach, laptop at the ready is where she finds her peace.

 

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Writing Goals for 2015

I’m doing the House of Manlove Blog Hop about my writing goals for the new year.

Here they are:

I plan on finishing the sequel to Never Wrong early 2015. I’m already at about 13k, so it should be submitted by April.

Then I plan on finishing and polishing my novel What It Takes. It’ll be most likely August until it’s ready to be sent off.

And the third writing goal is to write the next book in the Love in Germany series. I’m hoping to be able to publish it before Christmas 2015.

As you see, I’ll be quite busy next year.

Thank you all for making my year 2014 so freaking great! I wish you an awesome 2015!

With all my love

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Chris

 

Check out the goals of the other participants:

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Blue Night Blog

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C.V. Madison

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Alexis Duran

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Jena Wade

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Kimber Vale

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Evelise Archer

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Kate Lowell

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Dean Pace-Frech

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Jennah Scott

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Amelia Bishop

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JT Hall

Skye Jones

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Haley Whitehall

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Shilo Saddler

Skye Jones – Claimed by Love

It’s a honor to welcome my friend Skye Jones on my blog today.
If you need some quiet time from all the Christmas trouble, I can strongly suggest you read Claimed by Love to get your mind on other things. Believe me, if you’re spending time with that hot woman and her two hot guys, the last thing you’ll think about will be a looming family dinner. 🙂

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Blurb: Kayley Edwards has spent the last four years closing herself off after a vicious attack by her lover left her scarred and terrified. After fleeing her native Alaska, she ran the length of the country and began a new life in Miami far from her family and friends.
When her cousin and his friends decide to vacation nearby, he invites her to join them, saying he has important news. Determined not to let fear rule her life, Kayley agrees to meet with them, only to have her world turned upside down. His friends include the two gorgeous men who’ve haunted her dreams for months, kindling her desire, and challenging her to take a chance on love.

Pack alpha, Luke Johnson, has sensed Kayley in his visions for years. He and his mate, Sean Wallace, know she is meant to be theirs. But how will she react when she finds out the world they inhabit is one she never dreamed existed? As passions collide, Sean finds himself acting as a bridge between his strong willed alpha and a skittish Kayley. But can they break through Kayley’s defenses and convince her to join their family?
Just as it seems the three may have a future together, a ghost from Sean’s past strikes at the heart of their happiness. They must fight for everything they hold dear to win their chance at love.

Excerpt:

“We’re not what you think.” Luke hunkered down to her eye level. “What I’m about to say is going to sound…well, it’s going to sound completely insane, not to put too fine a point on it. We are a team, and we do live and work together but there’s more to it. We are wolf shifters.”

“You’re what?” Kayley didn’t know what the hell he talked about.

“Werewolves,” Will said.

“We’re really not werewolves,” Taylor spoke for the first time, his deep bass resonating in the room. “In fact, werewolves don’t exist. Not in the sense of beasts that only change during a full moon and can’t control it. And of course werewolves wouldn’t be able to—”

“I don’t think we need the shifter versus werewolf debate right now, do you?” Sean snapped.

Kayley started to shake her head. Werewolves? Clearly coming off her meds had been a mistake. “I think…I think I need someone to call my doctor.” She raised a shaky hand to her face. ‘Will, her number is in my purse upstairs. I think…I might be having some sort of episode.”

“You’re not going crazy, Kayley. This is huge for anyone to grasp but trust me, what we say is true.” Luke watched her, concern writ large on his handsome face. He made no move toward her, as if he realized to do so would only panic her further. “Show her.” Luke nodded at Sean.

“What?”

“Show. Her.” Luke ground the words out. “Shift.”

Sean shrugged and stood. He glanced to Kayley before shedding all his clothes, actions quick and smooth. Embarrassed for him, she began to look away.

“Watch him.” Luke’s voice still held calm reassurance, but a steely undertone made her unable to disobey.

As Kayley watched, a halo surrounded Sean’s body, bright and shimmering. As if the very sun itself glowed within him, blinding those who tried to look directly his way. The halo died down, and Sean had vanished. In his place stood a very large, very beautiful, silver wolf.

“Oh, my God!” Kayley jumped out of her seat, only to fall straight back into it as her legs gave way.

Buy here:

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Author Bio: Skye Jones is an erotic romance author who loves a tortured hero. Her first story was about a hobby horse that talks. She’s moved on since then and now likes to write about that moment when lust and love meet head on.

You can chat with Skye on twitter – @skyejromance

Or on Facebook, here: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008438315822

Or visit her blog: http://skyejonesromanceblog.wordpress.com/about-skye-jones/

I wish you all Merry Christmas and if you need a few moments for yourself, you know now what to buy. 🙂

Chris

Christmas Blog Hop

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I’m hoping you’re all in the Christmas mood already! I certainly am, and I made my wishes for this year. Wanna hear them? Read on!

What I wish for:

Lot’s and lot’s of hot men coming to my mind and telling me what I need to write about them. Like this one. He certainly needs his story to be told.

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And I wish that this present I got myself will help me write all the stories in my head. 🙂 I love whisk(e)y, but I admit that I got this one because of the name. Although I know it’ll taste great, too. 🙂

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On a more serious note, I will donate a part of my royalties from December’s sales to Lost-n-Found Youth in Atlanta, GA. So I’m hoping a few more people want to pick up one of my books and help support homeless GLBT Youth.

I wish you all Happy Holidays!

 

Chris

 

Please look up Scorching Book Reviews for more participants of this Blog Hop!

 

Midwinter Flash- The House of Manlove Blog Hop

Welcome to our Midwinter Flash Blog Hop!

My flash is featuring the characters from my last release, Grenzen.

 

A Winter Weekend

“Hey Ryan.” Julian pressed a kiss to my cold lips. “Wow, is it that cold outside?” He was running around in a T-shirt in the warm apartment, while I was still wearing my parka. I pulled him close, so the cold would seep through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Julian shivered in my embrace.

Yes, it was really cold outside. He had opted to stay at home while I ran some errands today. Normally we did this together, but not today.

Julian waited while I got rid of my parka, and my woolen cap, and then he pulled me into the living room. A fire was roaring in the fireplace. I stepped close to the flames and held my hands as near as I dared.

Julian stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my middle, pulling me backwards against his chest. “What do you think—“ he murmured in my ear, “let’s get away a few days?”

“Next week?” He had some free days then.

“Mmmhh.” Julian’s lips found a path down my neck to my shoulder. I shivered under the beard stubble running over my skin. The distraction made it hard to think.

“Where do—“ I paused, tried to find the right words, “do you want to go?”

He raised his head a little, stopped the kissing for a moment. “I’ll surprise you. I kind of already booked, so all you have to do is to say yes.”

I laughed, then moaned as his lips and teeth found my skin again. “You already booked?” Without asking me if I could get a few days off?”

“Yeah, but you’ve been working a lot of overtime the last months, so I figured you’d get off a Monday. I just booked Saturday to Monday, so it’ll be one day, not more.”

He got back to his task of driving me nuts with his lips. One of his hands pressed my hip a bit back, and his hard-on made contact with my ass. He rubbed against me, letting me feel how aroused he already was. Not that I was doing better, my own lust already close to the surface.

“Come on. We’ll go to bed.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He shivered and his lips stilled for a moment on my shoulder. “You know me entirely to well.”

I chuckled quietly. “Yes. And you love it.”

“That I do.” He turned me around and kissed me. His tongue in my mouth, his hands roaming hot over my body, and I already started to float. Subspace was close these days, but given how often we played, that was no surprise.

“Come on, I want you naked.”

I nodded and he led me to our bedroom.

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A few days later when we drove south, away from Nuremberg, I still had no idea where we’d go. It wouldn’t be something far away, as the time was too short, but since the only thing he told me was to pack a couple of nice clothes, I had no clue what he had planned. I would know soon, though.

Julian drove, like always. I was not going to learn how to drive a stick on icy streets. I was from Arizona. We didn’t have ice-rain or snow back home. And we had automatic cars.

We talked about a lot of things during the drive, his job as a teacher, my new one, the colleagues, all the everyday shit. On the inside I was dying because of curiosity, but I bit my tongue. Julian wanted to surprise me. I wasn’t going to spoil the fun.

We passed Munich and an hour later, we were close to the Alps. I had seen them the day I arrived the first day in Germany, but the times after that it had been to cloudy to get a glimpse.

Now they loomed close, much bigger than from the airport, and much more important, they were full of snow.

He isn’t going to…? Skiing? No, please not.

Julian was already tackling the first slope. How the hell was I going to survive a weekend skiing? I had seen it on TV, but I had never tried it. Hell, the first time I saw snow was a few months back when I came to Germany.

I was so lost in thought how I could tell my boyfriend that skiing was not a good idea without ruining his weekend, that I completely missed the drive into the mountains. I looked up when he pulled into a parking lot, next to dozens of other cars. People in snowsuits walked around, their steps looking strange and stiffly because of the heavy boots. Since they were carrying their ski over their shoulders, the shoes must be the ones you’d need to drive them. Fuck. Not good.

I was going to look like an idiot.

“Come on, let’s check in.” I couldn’t ignore the gleam in his eyes as he watched the other people skillfully drive down the slope, snow flying in every direction, and then, with one last, hard swing, come to a stop a few feet in from of the fence.

I followed Julian out of the car and into a cozy looking house. He exchanged a few words with the woman behind the counter and she pointed in a few directions. I had no idea what they were talking about, so I tuned them out.

A few minutes later, Julian led me to a room on the first floor. He dropped the bag he had been carrying on the bed, and ordered, “Strip.”

I did, I knew better than not to obey. And I was in the mood to play, so I would follow his order to the word.

I got rid of my clothes and stood shivering in the room. He stepped close, kissed me, his tongue playing with mine. I got hard, my cock perking to attention. But instead of doing something about it, Julian stepped back and handed me clothes out of his bag. A snowsuit. Shit.

“Julian, I can’t ski. I have never tried it.” I looked at him, waited for him to register my words.

But he smiled at me. “I know. I figured you didn’t. That is why I made a different arrangement.”

Different? How?

“Just put on your clothes and then we’ll see, okay?” I did. He wouldn’t disappoint me. And he wouldn’t be disappointed in me, then.

We emerged a few minutes later, both in snowsuits, caps, mittens and warm shoes. Julian led me through the house to the side entrance, where a man with a caterpillar vehicle waited. I stopped when I spotted the sturdy wooden sleds attached.

“They are going to drive us up the hill, we can have a drink or two in the cabin up there, and then we’ll drive the sled back down. It’s really fun!” He smirked, probably because of my expression. “Did you really think I’d make you ski?”

“Mhh.” I blushed.

“Come here, you.” He kissed me full on the lips. “Let’s have a day sled-driving, and tonight I have planned something else for you.”

I smiled. That was my man.

 

 

If you want to know all of their story, Grenzen is available at all the usual distributors. On the My Books page are all the links. 🙂

A part of my royalties from December’s sales go to Lost-n-Found Youth in Atlanta, GA.

Don’t miss the great stories of the other bloggers in this Hop!

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Heloise West

 

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Azalea Moone 

 

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Alexis Duran

 

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Jennah Scott

 

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N.D. Wylders

 

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Amelia Bishop

 

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C.V. Madison

M/F BDSM Juliet’s Orders by J.T. Hall

Please welcome J.T. Hall with her His/Her Erotic tale ‘Juliet’s Orders’ on my blog today! I already had the pleasure of reading it, and I can only say: ‘Check it out!’

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Blurb:

Brainy but beautiful Juliet has an annoying problem–her college classmate Russell keeps bugging her for a date. He’s a jock, brash and arrogant, and he has absolutely no idea that he’s playing with fire. For Juliet has a secret. At school, she may be the class nerd. But by night, she likes to spank and discipline men.

They embark on a bet. Juliet will have to dress sexy and put on a show at lunch. In return. Russell will have to follow all of Juliet’s orders for an evening.

What happens next, however, is that Juliet discovers that underneath all that bravado, Russell may actually be a decent guy. Maybe even decent enough to keep.

Excerpt:

By lunch time, Juliet was ready to string Russell up by his balls. She wished she had a recorder for all the one-liners thrown in her direction, everything from “Can you bend over and pick that up for me?” to “I wanna be your daddy and you can be my little girl.” She’d explained to all her friends and even several non-friends that it was all for a bet. Still, it didn’t stop the comments, and it certainly didn’t stop the looks.

And now she had to turn it up a notch and make sexual noises.
True to his word, Russell was waiting for her in the cafeteria when lunch time came around. Juliet ignored him and ordered herself hot dog, fries, and a decadent slice of lemon merengue pie. She threw him a look as she strode over to his table and sat down across from him.
He looked her over and sighed happily. “I love my life. So how’s your day been?”
Was it her imagination, or had he combed his hair since their parting after first period? She pulled the hot dog out of the bun and ate the bun by itself. “Wonderful. It’s probably going to take me months for anyone to take me seriously again. Maybe even years.” Her deadpan tone matched the look she gave him as she took a sip of soda.
For a second he looked concerned. Then he laughed and waved a hand at her. “They’ll forget it in a week. I mean okay, you may get more offers for dates. But I’m sure once they see your librarian look again, they’ll just think of you as the book nerd.”
She popped a few fries into her mouth. “Okay. So I’ll have you wear a skirt. People will forget it in a week.”
That shut him up. He glared at her. Juliet grinned, and then picked up her hot dog. Keeping her eyes on him, she ran the tip of her tongue around the top of it. Ire was quickly replaced by shock and then lust. “So are you ready for my performance?” This was actually rather fun. It might even make up for the dirty comments from people.
“Um…yum,” Russell choked, reaching for his soda.
Juliet took that as a yes. She sucked half the hot dog into her mouth, and drew it out again. She did this a few times, watching as color flooded his face, and made some low moans. That attracted the attention of a few guys at the end of their table, who turned to stare at them. She smiled sweetly.
Then she bit the dog in half, chewing noisily. Russell winced and turned a little green and she had to swallow quickly to avoid laughing at him. Yeah this was getting fun now. She popped the other half into her mouth, ate it, and then made a little forkful of the lemon merengue pie. “Oh God! I love pie.” She groaned loudly, taking the bite and licking it off the fork. She kept her eyes on Russell the whole time. It wasn’t so bad if she didn’t have to look at who else was watching them.
Russell took a long drink, his eyes locked on hers. The table blocked her view, but Juliet was willing to bet he was starting to get a boner. She took another bite. “Ohhhhh…” She made a little mewling sound at the end, licking her fingers. She was getting into this. Leaning back, she touched her neck as if warm, shaking out her hair.
Then onto the next bite, really putting on a show. “Yes! Ohmygod so good…” She moaned louder, and this time she heard a wolf whistle from somewhere across the room.

Buy links:

http://www.amazon.com/Juliets-Orders-His-Erotic-Tale-ebook/dp/B00PHH9GII/

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-juliet039sorders-1674396-147.html

 

Meet J.T.:

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