Howdy everyone!
I have the pleasure of hosting the wonderful Lynn Crain today! Lynn's new sci-fi erotic romance is called
The Harvester...and I can't wait to hear more about it! Thanks for joining me, Lynn! The floor is yours!
Blushing
& the Erotic Romance Writer
Everyone knows I’m an
erotic romance writer. I don’t hide the fact at all. If the story calls for
some steamy hot sex, then the story gets that scene. The one thing I do get
reminded of occasionally is the fact I used to be a blush queen growing up.
This was brought home to me when I recently pulled up an article from another
author who talked about her ‘blush-o-meter’ and it reminded me of how I used to
be.
Growing up, it didn’t
take much to get me going. I know I was the only high school senior to be photographed
with the then President Gerald Ford who could compete with the sun. It has it
good and bad points. Still, the story reminded me of my early days as an erotic
romance writer and two specific times when blushing got me a lot of attention.
The first one was when I was asked to bring my very first completed book to a
college gang party. These were the people I had learned to become an adult with
and I had a lot of apprehension. These people had embarrassed me and held me
when I cried or when I was sick. There were many good and bad memories with
these folks.
I told the DH, Gordon, and he convinced me it was all good. But as we got
closer to the party, the more trepidation I was feeling.
Once there, the manuscript was being handed around and then I started getting
comments like, 'great job' and 'I've never know anyone who completed a whole
book before' and then I saw one of my old college boyfriends reading it.
He walked up to me and stated, "You know if you'd done that to me, maybe
we'd still be together."
I could feel my face turning warm and I had to be very careful here. If I said
the wrong thing, he’d think I still liked him or something. "Maybe I would
have if you deserved that type of treatment."
"Gordon must be a very lucky man." He walked away as the DH walked
up.
"What's wrong with him?" DH asks.
"He got to the love scene."
"Oh."
"He said you were a lucky guy."
"He did." DH puffs up and says, "I think I'll go talk to the
guys."
The college girl friends came up. "What's up with the guys? And how about
you…you’re blushing!"
"They're all talking about the love scene.”
“No wonder you’re blushing!"
I looked at them and arched a brow. “Maybe I should remind all of your husbands,
we all went to college together. After all I didn’t win a knockwurst contest.”
Every other woman at the party had a face redder than mine. LOL! Revenge is
soooo sweet!
The next big time that I can remember me really, really blushing was when I
wrote my first BDSM story about six years ago now. It was also the last time
that I can remember me having that particular affliction. I had to do a lot of
what I considered covert research as I prepared to write this story of a
woman's darkest fantasies. Finally, I got the courage to just sit down and get
it done. The whole day, I would write a sentence and get up to pace, wondering
what I was doing since I knew nothing of that world. Still, I plugged away at
it until I eventually got it right. It was the first thing I sold to eXtasy
books. I was really surprised.
But half way into the process, my husband shocked me by showing up in my
office. My face went from zero to RED in the
span of less than 10 seconds.
“Something wrong?”
“No, why are you asking?”
He gives me his quirky smile and says, “There are only a few times I’ve ever
seen you blush in twenty years.”
I sat still. “Really?”
“Yeah. It’s mainly when I caught you doing something you shouldn’t and when
you’re thinking about sex.”
I gasped. “What makes you think I’m doing something I shouldn’t? I’m an adult.”
“With an antiquated idea about sex sometimes. If you’re going to really be an
erotic romance writer, you have some changing to do.” He gave me a quick kiss
on the cheek. “I’m sure that practice will help!”
I roll my eyes and tell him nothing is going to happen until I finish this
story.
That very day, my whole attitude changed. I wasn’t ashamed of my writing at
all. It was just that I was brought up in the Bible belt and as anyone who has
grown up there knows, the fear of God and sex can be pounded into you from the
moment you walk. And lordy, the brimstone…LOL! There is absolutely nothing
wrong with sex. It’s a natural thing and we have such a backward sexual outlook
in America that it took some retraining on my part to not let it worry me at
all. Now, I barely bat an eye. There's a private me and a writer me.
I advertise my very sexy books all the time and I do write to every heat level
as the story dictates. I am passionate about all my books as every author
should be. If you’re embarrassed about it, you don’t need to be writing it at
all. I write what I love and nothing compromises that position. Sometimes my
characters want the full Monty and others, they want it very sweet.
Now it’s my DH’s turn to blush every time he drives my car. My license plate
says ERWRTER and he’s been asked many times what it means. I'll show you all a
picture sometime. He tells them the truth…it means…Erotic Romance Writer. The
moment he tells the women, they get a gleam in their eye and say ‘Ah’ while the
men just shake their heads and walk away, knowing they wouldn’t be caught dead
in my car.
Let me know if you’ve
ever had any embarrassing moments in your early days. To the one with the best
story, I’ll give you a copy of my latest book! Good luck everyone!
Lynn
Read Lynn Crain’s latest
sci-fi erotic romance
The Harvester
TODAY!!
Logline: Sky Nerezsh, a Harvester of men, leaves
home avoiding a tragic path when a rival comes to claim Earth and the two
Scottish lifemates she’s just discovered.
Premise: Princess Sky Xera Nerezsh came to earth
to avoid the normal succession path to the throne. Being the oldest daughter,
she will be required to murder her mother in order to secure her path to power.
Sky loves her mother and refuses this path, choosing instead to disappear in
the vast reaches of space. When her past collides with her present, she has to
think quick on her feet, claim two men and a whole planet just to avoid the
inevitable: a meeting with her mother. Along the way, she discovers true love
and a burning need to be there for them always. Now if the other Harvesters can
just keep to themselves, they’ll have no problems. But who said true love was
ever easy.
Excerpt: Suddenly one dark haired man was on the
table in front of her, gyrating his sexy hips in her face, his package mere
inches from her mouth. In another life, she would have leaned forward and
planted her lips on his crotch, willing his body to perform. She really should
have been paying more attention to the situation around her instead of wondering
about where Angela had gotten herself.
Leaning down, his breath reminded her of
the sweetgrass that grew on her home planet of Tyrsati, heightening her senses
even more. “Sweetheart, I see how you want me...it’s written all over your
face.” His voice purred in her ear.
Sky gasped and pulled back to get a
better look at the man in front of her. He reminded her of the gods of Vada. He
was tall, well-muscled, dark hair brushing the top of his shoulders and had the
most incredible violet eyes she had ever seen. Guess the optics weren’t wrong. He would fetch an exquisite price
on Texra and her mother would be extremely proud for her acquisition. She shook
her head to clear the cobwebs.
“Nice eyes, sweetie – hang around after
the show – I’ll make it worth your while.” His voice hit a resonance with her
and her whole body flushed. It had been years since she had reacted to any man.
Now her emotions and body betrayed her for an insignificant being on an outer
planet. She shook her head. This planet was no more insignificant than any
other, including her own but she knew if she didn’t get herself under control,
the Harvester in her would take over. Old habits die hard.
“Don’t let his demeanor fool you, luvey.
He just wants to get into your pants.” Another deep voice reverberated close to
her ear.
She glanced over her shoulder and again
her breath was nearly taken away as she looked into the bluest eyes she’d ever
seen in the galaxy bar none. The sky of Octa couldn’t hold a candle to the
color that swirled in their depths.
“Ooo, Jaxon is right about the eyes. Very
cool green.”
“Contacts,” Sky managed to get out for
the second time this evening, her voice low.
“And a sexy voice to boot. Very nice.” He
twirled away to join his companion on stage. He was just as nice looking as the
first guy but just a little shorter. His shiny hair swung around his jaw line
as he moved and her hands ached to run her fingers through it and over his
body.
She sat there stunned as the people at
her table laughed and clapped her on the back as if she’d done some sort of
fantastic feat. While her time on this planet had been very thrilling, in her
old life working for her mother, their performances had to be impeccable or
their fate might be worse than death. She vaguely wondered just how she’d rate
them.
Sky did her best to smile and act as if
what happened was one of the most exciting things in her life when in reality
it brought back some memories she’d rather forget. Folding her hands in front
of her, she closed her eyes and steadied her breathing. She opened her eyes
slow and caught a glimpse of a targeting laser. The light was in a part of the
spectrum that no one of this planet could even see but her optics caught it.
Scanning the crowd, she allowed her eyes
to whirl, not caring who saw. There were not supposed to be any Harvesters on
this world as it had been declared too primitive to even be included in the
Alliance of Planets. She came here because she knew this was the one place her
mother wouldn’t think to look. Now, she knew another Tyrsatian walked the same
world as she did, occupying the very same room.
Maybe it was time to see just what type
of trouble Angela got herself into. Leaning across the table, she quickly gave
Jayne her phone number and said her goodbyes to all the others present. Rising
slowly, she didn’t want to alert the other Harvester but she was just far
enough away and at a weird angle to not see who it might be. Moving quickly to
the back wall, she moved to where she stood way behind the woman but close
enough to see who it was.
Jesata Ardik. Of all the Harvesters to
show up on her new home planet, one of the most relentless in the business had
to land on her new home. This wasn’t going to be easy. She had to delay her
from marking them because once they were marked, it didn’t matter wherever in
the universe they were, they would be considered fugitives until captured and
sold to the highest bidder. Meaning, she wouldn’t be able to get them off world
without the help of her mother.
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Lynn Crain has penned over 25 novels in romance in the genres of science fiction,
fantasy and contemporary romance, erotic to tame in nature. She always knew
that writing was her calling even if it took years at other professions to
prove it. She has belonged to EPIC and RWA for more years that she cares to
think about. Currently, she lives in Europe while her husband of nearly 30
years pursues his dream of working internationally. Her state-side home is in
Nevada where family and friends wait patiently for their return. You can find
her hanging out at A Writer In Vienna Blog (www.awriterinvienna.blogspot.com)
and various other places on the net (www.theloglineblog.blogspot.com;
www.twitter.com/oddlynn3;
www.lynncrain.blogspot.com ). Still, the thing she loves most of
all is hearing from her readers at lynncrain@cox.net.
