Today I have Willsin Rowe and Katie Salidas on the blog with a fun interview talking about cougars--the sexy kind, not the animal, family, and delicious, dirty smut! Stick around to be fully consumed by their wicked words and an erotic taboo of May-December Romance so hot it eclipses all the other season's completely. Lovely to have you both on my blog!
Q: You’ve written quite a few
wonderfully smutty stories on your own, what made you decide to co-author this
story?
A: It really did feel like the natural
step to take. With Patience, I knew the idea was sound, and that the rough map
of the story would work. But the intricacies weren’t meshing. The tiny cogs
just weren’t lining up. It just felt like exactly the kind of story that needed
input from both genders. And of course, who better to work with than my bestest
beta-reading buddy?
Q: What is it about the genre that
draws you in? Why do you love to write Erotica?
A: I just love to write, no matter what
genre. But for me, Erotica is special. It’s not just about grabbing two
characters (or more!) and tossing them in a bed together with the instructions
to get it on. It’s to be expected that the characters get all hot and sweaty,
sure...but I love the challenge of making it unstoppable rather than
opportunistic. The background and shape of the story need to funnel these
characters into each other’s...well, let’s say “arms”!
Q: Pick a favorite line (or interaction
between the characters) from Patience and
tell us why you like it so much?
A: Ah, I love this bit:
I
turned him to face me. “Edan, I know you won’t like to hear this, but you’re
still so young. You see everything in black and white. Only when you get older
will you see the shades of gray.”
“Yeah.
In the mirror.”
It
felt almost like he’d slapped me, but I tried not to let it show. “Well, you
sure know how to sweet-talk a girl.”
“What?
What did I say?”
“You
know what you said.”
“Yes,
I do. I just have no fucking idea what you
heard.”
Why do I love it? Because it shows how
the different ages and genders of the characters lends a totally different
understanding to one simple remark. And I’d like to point out, too, that the
“shades of gray” reference was written in 2010; long before I’d heard of...any
particular books that it might make you think of!
Q: What does your family think of your
work? Does your wife ever do any Beta Reading for you?
A: Most of my family know, and are
pretty much ambivalent about it. My mother was a little taken aback, but my
wife is totally supportive. She doesn’t beta for me, but she appears (in one
form or another) in many of my stories. She’ll often help me road-test an idea,
too!
Q: We’ve touched on this before. What
is it about the older woman/younger man pairing that is so intriguing, in your
opinion?
A: Ah, well, I think it comes down to a
few elements like confidence, communication and respect (including self-respect).
When dealing with males, older women tend to do better than younger women on
all those elements (wild generalization, I know). Most young people still have
that crazy idea that men and women both speak the same language! Older women
also know how to stroke an ego without feeling like they’re diminishing
themselves. And lastly, they know what they want, they know where it is...and
they don’t assume a young man can find it by himself!
Blurb
Donelle
Fortier is no billionaire. She runs her ad agency with passion and
scruples...and it shows in her bank balance.
Edan
Dalca is the cocky young hotshot Donelle hired to pump life into her business.
He’s intense, passionate...and downright hawt.
But
when his arrogance threatens the agency’s future, Donelle realizes he needs to
be taught one very important lesson: patience.
And
with Donelle’s consummate skills, it’s a lesson that Edan will never forget.
This title
contains graphic language, older women/younger man nookie, and an intriguing
use of confectionary.
Excerpt
Patience © August 2012 by Willsin Rowe and Katie Salidas
He turned, drilling his steel-gray eyes into mine. “You
regret last night, don’t you?”
“Last night...” I bit down on my burgeoning smile. “Well,
I’ve certainly done smarter things than seduce a co-worker.”
“The way I see it, I seduced you.”
“Such is my skill, young man.” I couldn’t suppress my smile
this time. “No, it wasn’t my smartest move, but I certainly don’t regret it.
Anyway, I thought you boys compartmentalized everything.”
He slipped his hand onto my thigh. “How can I when you’re
right here?”
I bit my lip and squeezed my legs together. “Stop…” It was
barely a whisper, not convincing at all. He had such big hands they were
impossible to ignore. Especially sliding up my leg like that.
I clamped my hand over his. “No, Edan. We have to get back
to the office. We have another pitch tomorrow.”
He dug his fingers in, a needless show of strength. With a
puff of disgust he pulled back and turned away. “Fine. Then maybe tomorrow
you’ll let me drive.” He shucked out another mint and ground it to death.
“Oh, act your fucking age, Edan.” Jesus. I sound like I’m
his mother. I started the car and mashed out my frustration on the gas pedal.
We drove back in man-made silence. Before I’d even turned
off the engine Edan had his door open, ready to storm upstairs and broadcast
our failure. To distance himself from the stink of it. I curled my fingers
around his arm.
“Wait.”
He pulled loose from my tenuous grasp and flounced out of
the car. I turned off the engine and rushed after him, my clattering heels
echoing off the concrete ceiling of the parking garage.
“Edan, stop!”
The touch of my hand on his shoulder seemed to calm him a
little. He stopped and let me turn him around. I felt like his mother again as
I pressed him back against the wall. In my heels I was almost eye-to-eye with
him. Or would be, if he’d look at me.
“You still have so much to learn, boy.”
“Don’t call me boy. I’m 24 years old.”
“In every way possible.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Look, we need to present a united front. Yes, we
probably lost the pitch. But those people up there rely on me, and now you, to
bring business in. They need to believe in us.”
“Then untie the apron strings! Let me take more control.”
I rested my hand against his chest. Even through the thick
wool of his suit, I fancied I could feel the heat of his skin, and I nearly
lost my train of thought. “This is not the time for that discussion, Edan.”
“It never is.”
“Stop. I mean it, this is not the time. We need to radiate
calm, give off a positive vibe. Can you do that?”
He shook his head and puffed out a resigned chuckle. Finally
his cool eyes met mine. “Maybe. What’s it worth to you?”
The warmth of his hand was all too real as he cupped the
fullness of my breast through my blouse. I’d been so focused on his eyes I
hadn’t seen him move. My breath tripped up as he squeezed my hardening nipple.
“Edan…” The simple urgency of my own voice sounded like a
betrayal. With my hand over his I rested my head on his chest, just to take the
weight off my untrustworthy knees. With my eyes closed and the heat of his body
against me it was easy to forget he was born the year I finished school.
Suddenly he was all hands and breath, all heat and muscle,
and lord, did it feel good. I clutched at his belt for balance and he pushed
his mouth onto mine.
Bios:
KATIE SALIDAS
Katie Salidas is a Super Woman!
Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She
can get the munchkins off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim
lessons. She can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting
with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, She still finds the time to keep the
hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this and still have time
to write.
And if you can believe all of those lies, there
is some beautiful swamp land in Florida for sale…
Katie Salidas resides in Las Vegas,
Nevada. Mother, wife, and author, she does try to do it all, often causing
sleep deprivation and many nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is
her passion, and she hopes that her passion will bring you hours of
entertainment.
Willsin Rowe
Willsin Rowe falls in love
with a scent, a playful expression or an act of casual intimacy more easily
than with physical beauty. When confronted by any combination of those elements
he is a lost cause. He has done many things over and over, done even more
things only once, and half-done more things than he cares to admit. He loves to
sing and doesn’t let his voice get in the way. He is intelligent but not
sensible. He is passionate but fearful. He is not scruffy enough or stylish
enough to be cool.
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Christmas time in
Brisbane is always so hot and muggy you could drink it from a bowl.
Brett Freeman
feels the heat like anyone, but for more than 15 years it’s been nothing to do
with the climate and everything to do with Corinne. Only one thing stands
between Brett and his perfect woman: her husband, Darren.
Despite that
stumbling block, Darren and Corinne consider Brett their best friend. They’ve
watched in despair as he’s tossed away good relationships simply because, in
his mind, no woman could ever compare to Corinne.
Then, one muggy
Christmas Eve, a friendly visit takes a bizarre turn. Secrets are shared, an
incredible present is offered, and for Brett, life will be changed forever.
Every beginning
comes from an ending.
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Luther has a solid
career as a lawyer and is married to a famous lingerie model. His life has
grown comfortable, and he can’t remember how it felt to truly want
something…anything.
Opal is young,
debatably single, and has lived a life poor in everything but experience. She
exudes a lush darkness and it draws Luther to her.
He suddenly
remembers desire.
Their flirting
turns physical; lust turns to obsession, obsession to addiction. They can’t see
a future, but they can think of nothing but the present. They don’t know how to
stop, they only know they need to.
An urban myth
tells that three days of abstinence will break the back of an addiction. They
hole up together in a hotel for a long weekend.
Naked.
Can their
addiction be beaten? Maybe. But first, they need to make it over the three-day
hump.
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From the fun and
frivolous to the poignant and deeply personal, this collection of flash and
short erotic fiction has a little taste of everything. Tales of crossed paths
and crossed lines; of fate and fancy; changes, chances and choices.
With flash
stories boiled and brewed until only the essence remains, and longer works that
simmer and spit, you’re sure to find something to tickle you right where you
need it. And with author commentary before each story, you could call this the
director’s cut!
