Tell us a little about yourself and your background?
I’m a 40-year-old single mom to a 7-year-old son who I homeschool. I also help take care of my mother who’s older and slowing down, but still doing all she can to stay active. I’ve always been writing in one-way shape or form since I was a teenager. I struggle with some health issues that I’m working through and hoping to improve.
How do you make time to write?
I try to squeeze it in throughout the day, but usually, get the bulk of my writing done after my son has gone to bed so there are less interruptions and distractions. Setting a timer and sprinting with others helps keep me focused.
Do you believe in writer’s block?
Absolutely. I’ve experienced it before whether I’m stressed about something and the words aren’t flowing or if there’s something going on in the story that I’m trying to work through.
Tell us a bit about the genre you write and why you love it.
I write romance and love to tell love stories. I feel like I can imagine what it might be like for me if I were to meet the man of my dreams and what our relationship could be like. It’s fun to imagine my characters as real people going through the situations in my stories and figuring out how they’d handle them.
How are you publishing your recent book and why?
I’m going indie all the way. I’m publishing my first book next year and have never been interested in trying to get an agent, query letters, and being at the mercy of a publishing company, etc. I’ve always known I wanted to be the one in charge of my books.
Are you an Introvert or an Extrovert? How does this affect your work?
Definitely, an introvert, though I do have my extroverted moments, especially when I’m talking about something that gets me excited. It can affect my work because I may not always represent an extroverted person accurately and as I revise I ask myself if it seems like this is the way this character would react, etc. I’ve also had a few alpha readers tell me that I need to work on how I write some of my characters because some of their reactions don’t match their personality, especially if they’re extroverted.
What is your favorite motivational phrase?
One step at a time.
What advice would you give to aspiring writers?
Don’t give up and don’t compare your journey to someone else’s. We all go at different paces and you might be seeing someone who’s been writing and publishing for a long time when you haven’t been working at it for very long at all. Plus we never see the whole picture, we’re really only seeing what that person shares with the world. There could be things behind the scenes we don’t know anything about that affects them and their journey.
Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?
Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share with us?
This is a scene from the second book in my series. It is a sex scene, so be warned about the language and content.
Fuck. I’ve lost count of how many times this has happened. Lyn’s drunk. Again. And she’s all over me. I can’t keep fighting this shit.
“J… I…” She pants.
“Lyn, you’re drunk. You should go to bed.” She’s on my lap.
“J, please,” she begs.
My lips are drawn to hers. I’ve only had a few drinks, but I can’t help myself. My tongue drives into her mouth as my hands grip her hips hard.
“This is a really bad idea,” I try to insist as she pulls her top over her head and flings it to the floor. Her tits heave up and down in time to her heavy breathing.
“So? Don’t think,” she begs.
I can’t hold back anymore and I bury my face in her chest as she unclasps her bra and lets it fall.
“Shit,” I cup her tits and pull a nipple into my mouth as I suck and she moans.
“Fuck J,” she moans as her head falls back.
“Stand up,” I order. She does what I say as my cock strains against my pants.
She’s on her way to my room before I’m off the sofa.
I walk into my room behind Lyn as she drops her pants and underwear and climbs onto my bed.
“This is a really really bad idea,” I stress as I pull off my pants and climb onto the bed.
“I told you. Stop thinking.” Her body is stretched out on my bed waiting for me as I stare.
Fuck it. I can’t tell how many times I’ve wanted to take her. But she’s my best friend. We’ve made out countless times while she’s been drunk. But she’s always passed out before clothes started coming off. Until now.
“Lyn…” I don’t know how much longer I can resist.
“Jacie, I’ve told you before that I want you,” Lyn whispers.
“That’s just the booze talking,” I insist.
“So? Just go with it.” Lyn sits up on her knees and pulls me onto the bed.
“Are you still on the pill?” I have condoms just in case.
“Of course I am,” she insists.
She tugs at my pants and I manage to pull them off and kick them to the floor.
Just this once. She won’t remember. I will, but it’s been my fantasy for years.
“Jesus, I want you,” I admit.
“Then go for it,” she whispers as she grinds against my hard-on.
My boxers go next and her eyes light up when she sees my erection standing at attention. I kneel on the bed between her thighs and run two fingers along her slit.
“God, you’re drenched.” I gasp as I pull my fingers out and lick them.
“Want a taste first?” Lyn asks as she runs her fingers along her slit and licks them, then moans.
I close my eyes hoping this isn’t a dream. When I open them again, she’s still on my bed and now she’s rubbing her clit looking at me with hooded eyes.
I slide two fingers into her center and feel her walls tense around them. Then my tongue finds her clit and I lose myself as I taste her sweet juices on my tongue.
“Shit, just like that,” she moans as her hips lift. I suck on her clit then lick up her slit with my fingers still thrusting inside her.
“I’m gonna come J.”
“Come on my fingers Lyn ” I’ve ached to say those words.
Her hips keep rhythm with my thrusting as my thumb rubs her clit then my tongue is on her clit again as she cries out and her pussy clenches around my fingers and she rides out her orgasm as I thrust three fingers into her.
“Fuck!” Lyn’s body finally relaxes as she comes down from her climax. “My turn,” she insists as she gets me onto my back and wraps her hand around my shaft.
I hiss as she strokes a few times then rubs the tip of my cock and my pre cum glides over the tip.
Her lips are around my cock before I realize what she’s doing and it hits the back of her throat.
“I’m gonna come, Lyn,” I warn her. Then my hot liquid shoots out and she swallows it as I moan loud and deep.
“Damn! I had no idea you were this good.”
Lyn smiles as she milks my cock dry and licks the drops that seep out.
“I need to ride you,” she whispers as she crawls up and kisses me. I taste my come on her lips and I’m hard all over again. “Round two?”
“Lyn, we shouldn’t…” But she’s straddling me and her pussy is hovering over my cock.
“Why not?” Lyn pouts.
“You’re my best friend,” I insist.
“Are you’re mine. But there’s been this thing between us for years. Why keep fighting it?”
“You’re the one that refused to give in every other time,” I remind her.
“And I’m the one telling you now that I don’t give a fuck anymore. I’m done trying to fight it J.” Lyn lowers herself and touches the tip of my cock with her pussy and I clench my ass cheeks together in anticipation.
“Can we at least use a rubber?” I ask as her eyes pierce mine.
“Why? You think I’m not clean?” Her brows knit together.
“It’s not that. I know you get tested and I’m clean too. Just humor me? Please?” I beg her.
“Fine.” She rolls her eyes, but reaches over and grabs a condom out of my nightstand.
Once she rolls it down my cock she lowers herself onto it. My entire body tenses at the sensation. The one thing I’ve always imagined is happening. I’ve jerked off to thoughts of Lynsey doing just this countless times. I hiss as she pauses for just a second.
“What?” I ask, thinking something’s wrong.
“It just feels so damn good,” she replies breathlessly. She’s slept with God knows how many other guys over the years. I know this isn’t earth-shattering for her, but you’d think it is with the way she’s acting.
Once she’s seated all the way down onto my pelvis she leans forward and kisses my lips. I grab her hips to hold her there a moment longer before she starts riding me. As she pulls away her hands are on my chest and my hands find her tits. I want to look her in the eyes, but my eyes can’t stay open. The sensation of her pussy sliding up and down my cock is too much to handle. I want this to last, but my hips start thrusting in time with her movements and I don’t know how long I can last. I can’t ever remember it feeling this good with any other girl before. I’m no ladies man, but I’ve had my fair share that’s for sure.
Lyn moans as she pinches one of my nipples and my hands squeeze her tits. “Faster,” I urge her as I feel my climax building.
“God, I’m close!” She moans.
“Come on my cock Lyn, I’m begging you,” I manage to get out as she lifts up then falls back down and finally grinds on my dick as her release hits her. My body lets go and I pull her to me as mine takes over my entire being. Her head is tucked into my neck as she slows down and we both come down from our highs.
“J?” She whispers after a moment of lying still, her still on top of me and my cock, now limp, still inside of her.
“Yeah?” I don’t know what’s going through her mind, and I don’t know if I really want to know.
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” she says as she hops up and darts into my bathroom.
Well, that sure killed the mood, but I sit up, grab some tissues and pull the condom off my cock then toss it on the floor. I’ll clean it up later.
In the bathroom, I sit on the floor next to Lyn and rub her back as she pukes in the toilet. After a few minutes, she sits back on her feet and rests her head on my shoulder.
“At least I made it to the bathroom,” she says then chuckles.
“True.” I can’t argue with that. After a few more minutes I help her back to my room and into bed, but get one of my shirts on her before she passes out. I climb in next to her and cover us up knowing she won’t remember any of this the next day. She won’t, but I sure as hell will.