Ms. Amie is a bit under the weather. So to speed along her recovery, we’re posting pics of her favorite object of lust.

Mr. Gary Allan! Mmmm I think I see what she sees….

PSSTTTTTTTTTT Bonnie just informed me she’s giving away a copy of BUILT!

Forced seduction seems to be a hot button within the writing industry. More often than not you turn around and find some debate going on about whether or not it’s just wrong, wrong, wrong. Or hot, hot, hot.

Being the baby of Naughty and Spice, I’m not really sure when the trend for forced seduction began. Or what sparked the trend. Were writers inspired watching that horny little French skunk trying to woo the love of his life in what was obviously an aggressive manner?

The earliest I can recall is in the first books I picked up. Those fabulous ones from the 80’s. Where those deliciously wicked covers (Woman bent over some guy’s arm, her breasts exposed like a silicone coming out party) combined with some of the scenes inside got all romance novels labled bodice rippers.

To me forced seduction is exactly what it implies: the heroine (or hero) is seduced when they had originally been against the idea of having sex.

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Yes, boys and girls, it’s summer. Please remember that all of us at Naughty and Spice want you to tan safely.

I would give my right arm for my own office, a room of my own. Preferably far, far away from the rest of my household. Maybe in another state. As I write this I’m sitting on a barstool at my kitchen counter because I write wherever no on else happens to be. So, I’m generally either perched here on my stool, lying in bed or on the sofa. Needless to say, I’m always cramped up from hunching over my computer in all kinds of odd combinations. My fantasy doesn’t involve George Cloony but instead features an ergonomic chair, a big, lovely desk, and bookcases holding all my reference books. And my desk would hold the overflow of post-its and notebooks and pencils I like to have around when I write.

But that is not to be.

We live in a 3 bedroom house. One room is my bedroom, one room belongs to my kid and the third is my husband’s office, which doubles as a guest room. My husband works at home so he’s in there all the time. So, I take my laptop and migrate to whatever corner of the house is vacant when I want to write. I’m at my computer a lot, so sometimes I feel like my laptop is an extension of my body. Wherever I go, there it is.

Okay, so I’d love my own office. Not only because it would be nice to have a stationary place to write, but because, as I mentioned, my husband works at home, too. He’s always around. Always. Take right now for example. When I sat down to write this blog he was in the shower. Now he’s right here, puttering around the kitchen. He’s here a lot. Did I mention that? I try not to be a diva, but I do so much better when I can have some time in the house alone to write. This is a concept my husband doesn’t seem to understand. He doesn’t understand why I roll my eyes when he says, “But honey! I was out of the house six hours this week!”

So, what about you? Do you need a lot of space? Or do you write at the kitchen table surrounded by chaos? I’m getting better at the chaos thing, but still. I’d love a room of my own.

I have been writing strictly erotic romance for over a year now.  As time goes on I’ve discovered that when I write, I really go for it.  What I once thought was taboo or something I would never write about, well, that idea has been tossed out the window.  Not that I’m writing a bunch of kinky, outrageous stuff but I AM writing about things or using words I never thought I would (but I’m not using mons so don’t worry Shelli).

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Okay. We’ve all been there. Reading a book, totally into it, and then suddenly there’s one word. One word that jerks you out of your deep read and leaves you dry. Makes you shake your head and ask, “Why, God? Why?”

That word for me is…

I feel so strongly about my dislike for this word, I put down my book to write this post. I am here to say, I am picking a fight with the word mons. Never in my entire thirty years, has the word mons ever come up in a conversation. Never I tell you. Or wait, maybe it has. But only after I read it and a book and went to my other writer friends to bitch. It just happened again. I’m in the middle of this absolutely fabulous book. I love it, can’t put it down, it’s the best thing I’ve read in awhile. And then pops up that one word to taunt me,

pulled me out of the story like a big ole slap in the face. It just ain’t normal, I tell ya. I mean, it’s not like you go into the gyno and they use the word mons. People don’t get hot and heavy and declare how much their mons is throbbing. It’s just a weird word, and… eeeewish. At least I say eeew every time I read it. It’s the one word I cannot stand in a romance novel. Cannot stand. The ONLY exception might be in a historical, but even then I wince a little as I force it down. Truth be told, I’d rather see the dirty C or P word. But even they’re not necessary to get the point across. You can get around it. There are other words or phrases.

So we all know the word that just pulls me out of a books, but how about you? Is there a word or phrase that can pull you right out of a story? It could be just me, but does anyone else have this gag reflex to the word,

Congratulations to yesterday’s winner of Sasha’s contest: Ericka Scott. Ericka you can contact Sasha through her contact button on her website ( www.sashawhite.net )

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