Smutketeers

Eden/Eve: Today we have our fellow Diva, author Lillian Grant, and we’re poppin’ her Smutketeer cherry for the holidays! (I have no idea what cherries and the holidays have to do with each other but it sounded smutty, didn’t it…? *G*). Lillian is a newer author, and one we think you all should meet. I LOVE that she wrote about a 40 year old woman and a younger man-there’s no reason why our heroines have to all be 25, I say! And as a woman in her 40′s who found romance two years ago with a much younger man, I *know* that romance can happen at any age and that age really can be nothing more than a number, so thank you, Lillian! Okay, enough of my babbling-on with the show!

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I can’t tell you what an honor it is to be contributing something to the Smuketeers ‘blog and how grateful I am to have been let loose.

I thought it would be interesting to blog about how hard it is to break into erotica, no pun intended. When I wrote my first book it really wasn’t erotica. Nancy and Jake were no shrinking violets, but the sex was very, very, very tame. Before my publisher would offer me a contract they wanted me to sex it up…a lot!

My story follows 10 days in the life of a woman on the cusp of turning forty. Just when she thinks life is over she finds herself being pursued by a man fourteen years her junior. So, you would think you could have her jump in boots and all but her husband left her for a younger model and she barely remembers sex. She even gave up reading erotica because it depressed her. Extremely self conscious of her aging body, and nervous about her abilities between the sheets, there were limits on what I could do if I wanted to keep the story believable.

Every facet of the story builds on Nancy coming out of her shell and rediscovering herself, and her sex life is a big part of the journey. In her first sexual encounter with Jake she is shy, hesitant and totally out of her depth, but as their relationship continues I needed to take her along a path to finding a new woman. I could have chosen to include toys, or some BDSM, or kink, but Nancy didn’t seem that kind of girl. It would have been too big a leap in the period of time the novel covers.

Instead I choose a story line where she gradually takes control of her body and his. Her sexual adventure begins with her wanting to keep the lights off and the curtains drawn. As the story continues, we find her seducing Jake in a study room at the library where she works and then crawling under the table at an expensive restaurant and giving him a blow job. They also got sprung making out in an elevator. When a reviewer commented that she intended to revisit the library scene many times I knew I had got it right. A book with plain vanilla sex doesn’t sound very exciting but there is something extremely erotic about sexual tension slowly coming to the boil then adding the danger of being caught in the act in public.

So, if you were writing a book where the big thing was risk taking in public, where would you have your couples making love?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NANCY TOBIN
by Lillian Grant

Available now! LooseId * Amazon * ARe
Suddenly single on the eve of her fortieth birthday, Nancy Tobin’s not sure turning middle-aged is worth celebrating. She’s stuck in a dead-end job as the boss’s bitch with only her morose Labrador for a companion. What does she have to party about? Maybe if she ignores the whole birthday thing, it will just go away.
Hot, twenty-six-year-old Jake Turner has other ideas. When he bumps into Nancy at the library, he sees a woman in need of a wake-up call. Determined to unleash the beauty hidden beneath the sad façade, he schemes to relight her spark. He wants to give her a birthday to remember but he ends up being the one who can’t forget: a visit to his apartment becomes a weekend in his bed where he discovers an offbeat, unpredictable, sexually adventurous woman he never wants to let go.
With Jake, Nancy can do anything, her life can be whatever she chooses. But this new and exciting relationship teeters on the edge of destruction when her soon-to-be ex-husband reveals the reason for Jake’s initial interest in her. Can Nancy trust Jake when he finally tells her he loves her?

EXCERPT-(X-Rated-just the way we like it!):

Jake rolled over, gently stroking her face and neck. He rested his warm fingers on her pulse point as he massaged her earlobe with this thumb. Frozen in the moment, Nancy continued to stare at the ceiling. She swallowed and blinked away the tears that threatened to spill onto her cheeks. His touch soothed her. He must want to break the news to her gently. No matter how tender he was, though, she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

His warm breath moved her hair and tickled her cheek, his voice a husky whisper in her ear. “Nancy, look at me.”

Slowly turning her head, she stared at him as she waited for the other shoe to fall. No point in putting it off, it had only been a matter of time before he saw the light and wanted to call the whole thing off. No doubt he had finally realized making love to her would be like screwing his mother.

“Take your dress off.”

She wrinkled her brow as her brain tried to compute the command. “What?”

“I don’t want to ruin it, and I don’t want to wrestle you out of the damn thing.”

“Really?”

A grin twitched at the corners of his mouth and spread to his eyes. “Really, but I can only wait so long — then the dress gets it.”

Nancy scrambled to her feet, her dress bunching around her hips. Jake’s gaze followed her hands as she smoothed the fabric over her thighs. He rolled onto his back and winked at her. Nancy dithered. If only he hadn’t stopped. Her insides twisted into knots. She was decidedly uncomfortable at the thought of being his personal stripper. Jake’s dark gaze drifted from her face to her breasts and back again. Her stomach churned with a mixture of excitement at the prospect of what lay ahead, and fear. Fear he would be disappointed when he finally saw her naked. She lifted a hand to her mouth and chewed on her thumbnail.

Jake got to his feet and, without a word, unbuckled his belt. The butterflies in Nancy’s stomach became a stampede of buffalo. He slowly slid his pants down his legs until they dropped to the floor along with his boxer shorts. Other than his socks, he now stood naked from the waist down. The front of his shirt tented as his erect cock pressed against the soft cotton fabric. One flick of her hand and she could free him and see what she had to play with. She dropped her hand from her mouth, yearning to reach out but balked at the thought of being quite so bold. She slowly devoured him with her gaze, moving from his white-socked feet to his strong thighs. She looked higher, and she bit her bottom lip at the sight of his heavy testicles hanging below the hem of his shirt. When she finally reached Jake’s face, he rewarded her with a slow, lopsided grin. Her heart raced, and a matching pulse beat in her crotch. She lowered her eyes. Could she do this?

Jake reached out and pulled Nancy closer. With his hands on her shoulders, he stepped behind her and unzipped her dress. He trailed his fingers across her naked back, and she shivered. When he pushed the soft velvet down her arms, she let it slide off and pool around her feet. She tilted her head to the side as Jake nuzzled her neck and playfully nipped her earlobe. The sharp pain released a wave of pure lust that rolled through her center. His erection pressed against her backside. Unable to hold back, she let out a low moan. Her whole body throbbed with desire, every nerve ending highly sensitized. His touch made her nipples tighten and her pussy quiver. Freed from the dress, she turned to face him, fighting the desire to hide her scantily clad breasts with her arms so he wouldn’t be disappointed. But he smiled at her, his dark eyes mesmerizing, his erection standing prouder than before. The sight of her seminaked boobs hadn’t cooled his ardor in the least. The thought of being impaled on him made her groin muscles spasm. Even partially covered, he was stunning, and she wondered if his erect cock reached his belly button.

He wiggled a finger and raised an eyebrow suggestively. “Come here.”

With one small step, Nancy slid into his embrace and lifted her face up to look at him. He nipped her lips with his teeth, then slanted his mouth over hers, demanding entrance with this tongue. She buried her hands deep in his soft, dark hair. Every thrust of his warm tongue caused her insides to tighten with desire, and she gripped his head, determined to hold on to him forever. She only became aware he had unhooked her bra when he broke the kiss and stepped back from her, taking the lacy garment with him. He dropped his prize to the floor with a look of triumph and fell to his knees to cup her breasts. When he grazed her nipples with his thumbs she leaned forward to rest her hands on his shoulders, forgetting to breathe. He flicked one with his tongue before biting gently with his teeth. Nancy dug her nails into his skin and leaned harder on him for support, the throb between her thighs making her light-headed and weak at the knees. Her reaction brought another nip. Jake’s hum of approval echoed her moan. He gently massaged the dark brown bud with his tongue. After dropping a slow, languid kiss on each breast, he lifted his gaze to hers and smiled.
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Eden/Eve: Whew-someone hand me a fan! And while I’m colling off, let’s get to know Lillian a bit better with some of the Smutketeers standard nosy questions:

Beer or Girly drink with an umbrella? Beer
Vanilla or chocolate? Chocolate every time
Hugs or Kisses? Kisses
Boxers, briefs or commando? Those tighty whity figure hugging boxers
Steak or sushi? Steak
Jeans or stilettos? Jeans
Quiet dinner in front of the fire or hot night on the town? Quiet dinner
Tropical beach or mountain cabin vacation? Tropical beach preferably with a cabana boy :) (the Smutketeers LOVE this answer!)

CONTEST: We’re making it easy-just comment here and answer Lillian’s question above-one commenter will win a copy of Lillian’s book, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NANCY TOBIN! We’ll announce a winner here tomorrow night in the comments section, so be sure to check back!
Meanwhile, you can visit Lillian’s website: www.lilliangrant.com to read more about her.