Today the Smutketeers welcome an author you might not have heard of before…at least not under this pen name. But we’ve met her, and are thrilled to be able to introduce her and her new series to you. Welcome, Carrie Lane!
Smutketeers: Tell us, after making a name for yourself in romance (a best selling name you aren’t revealing, BTW) why erotica? Why now?
Carrie: I wanted to push the barriers that exist in romance, and even in erotic romance. I got really tired of getting bogged down worrying how my heroine’s sexual choices would be viewed by some of the slut shamers who read romance.
Carrie: I was wracking my brain for an idea for a super hot series featuring a heroine who could be unapologetic about her sex life. Who could do what she wanted, and who she wanted, no questions asked. Nothing viable came to me until I was perusing the Late Night section of my HBO iPad app (for inspiration, of course) and I came upon a reality series about a legal whorehouse in Nevada. Out of curiosity, I started watching the shows available online and a few in I knew, that was my story. A young hooker–smart, educated, beautiful, but living this life some people would call crazy, and others would call sinful.
Thanks to circumstances, an uber rich and emotionally reclusive businessman accidentally stumbles into her life. He’s totally out of his element, and her feelings for him put her totally out of hers. That’s how Cate and John, and Cat Haus were born. I started it as a trilogy, releasing the next part whenever I had time. Those installments are still available individually, but now the three parts are also available together in eBook as a single 67,000 word novel.
Smutketeers: How much downtime do you generally take between books?
Carrie: I wish I could take more, but juggling two pen names is hard. I usually give myself a day to do all the things I’d sidelined to finish a book. Real exciting stuff, like laundry and vacuuming, and maybe catching up on some TV shows I’d missed.
Smutketeers: What’s your idea of a romantic evening?
Carrie: A roaring fire. A bottle of wine. A bottle of lube… You get the idea.
Smutketeers: What’s next for you and for the Cat Haus (Working Girl) series?
Carrie: Readers want to know more about John’s past and his feelings about the situation with Cate from his POV, so that’s what’s next, BEFORE CATE – John’s Story. Though don’t hold me to when it will be done. I’ll get it out as soon as I can fit it in between the contractual obligations of my romance pen name.
Readers can find what I’m working on and when it will be out by joining my mailing list or following me at:
Working in a cathouse always was interesting, but especially after he walked through the door. Then, everything changed…
I’m Cate. Two years ago I was an English major at UNLV. Today, I’m a legal prostitute in Nevada. I was happy with that, and then John arrived.
He’s a billionaire. I’m a hooker. Now, things are far from simple and I’m wresting with how to mix business with pleasure. How is that going to work? You can read that for yourself. Cat Haus is our story.
EXCERPT FROM CAT HAUS – The Complete Story
I rang the bell on the thick wooden doorframe. A doorbell—on a hotel room door. So this was what penthouse living was like. It still wasn’t worth that hell ride in the elevator, in my opinion.
Seconds turned into what felt close to a minute and I started to wonder if I’d taken too long to get here and this guy had gone to sleep. Or more likely, Gus had fucked up and gotten the wrong night or the wrong hotel. I pushed the bell one more time, feeling horrible that I was disturbing whoever was inside at this hour. If Gus had gotten the information wrong, a whole family could be staying here for all I knew. Kids could be sleeping inside. But then I remembered I’d stopped at the front desk, and they’d directed me to this elevator, even had a bell boy unlock it for me, and all I’d said was Gus Haus sent me.
I heard the lock turn as I was about to pull out my cell phone and try to explain to Gus that if he didn’t fuck up, I had by taking so long, and this guy was already sleeping, or possibly passed out drunk inside.
The door swung wide and a vision of one hell of a good looking man stood before me. Cleaner cut than I usually liked—I always did gravitate toward the long haired rocker or biker type dudes—but hella attractive, nonetheless. He had on dark trousers with black cowboy boots, and his white dress shirt was unbuttoned enough I got a nice view of a pretty muscular chest.
“Hi. Gus sent me.” My password for the night seemed to surprise him.
One dark brow rose above eyes the color of the deep blue sea. “Gus?”
“Gus Haus. Fat, older guy. Smokes cigars. Owns a whorehouse. Lost me tonight in a poker game against you, apparently.” I guess I could have put all that a bit more professionally, but I was enjoying seeing the various expressions cross the face of my hottie in business attire.
“You’re one of Gus’s girls?”
“I am. Cate. Nice to meet you.” I extended my hand and he took long enough to reciprocate that I began to wonder if he would. Right along with wondering if I’d spend the night out here in the hallway. Although, it was a really nice hall. “Did you want me to come in?”
The question seemed to knock Hottie McHotster out of his stupor. He took a step back. “Uh, yeah. Come on in.”
Maybe I’d woken him. That would explain the confusion, and why his hair looked all tousled and sexy, as if someone had run their hands through it. Just looking at him sure made me want to run my hands through it. I’d rather die than tell Gus this, but after meeting this man I was looking forward to this job.
I decided to make nice and make sure he enjoyed my company as much as I anticipated enjoying his. After all, I was an ambassador for Gus’s Cat Haus. “I’m sorry I took so long getting here. I know it’s late. You were probably about to go to sleep.”
“It’s all right. I was up working.” He tipped his head toward the cavernous space behind him where I could only assume he’d been working on some enterprise or another.
“Good. I would hate to think I’d woken you.”
His gaze dropped down my body, spending quite a bit of time on my suit.
Yeah, I’d worn a suit to a “private party”. I’d paid a fortune for the summer-weight, off-white pants and jacket and I hardly ever got to wear the damn thing. Gus said to dress classy. I dressed classy.
“I’m sorry. It’s just—you’re not what I was expecting.” He shook his head, looking baffled. “Just to clarify, you, uh, um—”
Since he couldn’t seem to get the words out, I decided to help him. “Have sex for a living?”
One brow rose again. “Yes. That.”
Cover art fascinates me, as does readers’ reactions to covers, so for today’s contest I’d ask everyone to go to my book page and look at the four covers (there are three for the three parts of the trilogy available separately, and then the fourth cover of the complete story presented as a single novel).
TELL ME IN THE COMMENTS ON THIS POST, WHICH OF THOSE 4 COVERS IS YOUR FAVORITE AND WHY? Which would make you pick up a book by an unknown author and want to know more?
I’ll pick one winner from the commenters to receive $5 in eBook Bucks to AllRomance.com
Thanks for joining me here and I hope to meet a lot of you at some conventions in 2014… Though you probably won’t know it’s me ;)