Authors get asked all kinds of questions. Authors of erotica can get asked some interesting ones. I’m about to tell you which are my two least favorite. They are both general questions, sometimes asked by interviewers, most often asked by well-meaning, curious people. I’m not saying people can’t ask them, but if you ask me, be prepared for my answer. Okay, here goes:
- Do you experience what you write about? (Can you see my eyeroll from here?) Let me tell you, if I experienced everything I wrote about, I wouldn’t have time to write about it. I only wish my life was that interesting! Thinking back on the books I have published, I’ve never had sex on a trampoline, I don’t know anyone who owns a pet monkey, never dated a gymnast or a lawyer, and I haven’t visited a tropical island dedicated to pleasures of the flesh. (Oh, and by the way - the monkey doesn’t have anything to do with the sex in the book.) However, I do have psychic abilities and I predict that it won’t be the last time I’m asked this question. *laughs* If I had half the sex my characters do, I’d be a very happy and satisfied woman. It’s called an imagination people! I like to use mine. See? If you’re going to ask me this, be prepared for my answer.
- Tell us about your real life love life. Well, gosh – where do I begin? My real love life isn’t that exciting either. I know people ask this, hoping I’ll admit to being married to the man of my dreams. A lot of authors are, and I’m happy for them. Me? I’m in the process of divorce. Not quite the romantic answer people are looking for, is it? If I gave this as an answer, I might receive pity I don’t want. It’s really okay and for the best. But in order to answer fairly, I don’t think people want to hear about my single mother status which involves driving my children everywhere, leaving me with little or no time to date. I’m not unhappy. I love my life. It’s very busy with writing and publishing, my children, and my friends. But the truth is, there isn’t much to tell. How do I usually handle this question? I make something up like – “I can’t wait to meet my lover in person.” It’s not a lie. I really would. But it doesn’t say if I have one or not, and until I have something to shout from the rooftops, I might mess with people a little longer.
Now that you’ve seen my “sassy” side, I’m a really sweet person. Honest. My poetry is about the only part of my writing that contains some grains of truth. Even then, a poem might not be about me, even though people might think it is. Whatever I write, if it makes you feel something, then I’ve done a good job. Thanks for stopping by!
Secrets & Desires of the Heart
Eyes are the window to the soul, words falling from our lips attempt to express our innermost desires, but it's the heart that holds the secrets behind our smile. Join erotic/romance author and poet, Kellie Kamryn, as she takes you on a journey of the heart with twenty seven poems of romance, love and lust you’ll never forget. Lose yourself in a world of Secrets and Desires of the Heart.
An award-winning choreographer must face the only man she's ever loved then lost when they are teamed up to work together at a gymnastics camp for Olympic hopefuls.
Claire LeMay is at the top of her game - she's head of a prominent gymnastics facility with her gymnasts winning awards for her outstanding choreography. Now her biggest challenge is to coach alongside the man she's avoided for three years after he demanded she live in his shadow instead of forging her own path.
After sinking every penny of his inheritance into his state-of-the-art gymnastics facility, Justin Black has achieved his dream. But even with hundreds of members and well-trained coaches, when Claire's presence invades his space, he reluctantly admits she's the one thing missing in his life. As their old passion tumbles out faster than a gymnast sprinting down the vault runway, Justin knows he can’t let her walk out of his life this time.
“We’re adults. We can share a bed to sleep. No big deal.”
She glanced away, hoping he couldn’t see her cheeks blush. “Exactly.”
He tugged on the other end of her blanket to get her attention. When her eyes met his, he asked, “Unless you’re chicken?”
Her eyes narrowed to slits. “That only works once.”
He stared her down. “I dare you to share a bed with me for the night.”
She sat heavily on the edge of the bed and slipped off her sandals. “That is a stupid dare.”
“No stupider than it was for me to fall for you and your little anxiety attack over performing the full-in this morning.”
She crossed her arms in front of her chest and blinked at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her lips twitched as she fought a smile.
“Don’t play innocent with me.” Justin grabbed his pillow and smacked her in the face with it.
She squawked in surprise.
“You knew I’d take the bait,” he said. “I never could resist helping you.”
She took up her own pillow, kneeled on the bed, and hit him back. “Then you shouldn’t have been spying on me.”
He smashed his pillow into her ribs, nearly knocking her over.
She righted herself and took a swing at him, hitting him square on the side of his head, causing him to give it a vigorous shake.
The next thing she knew they were in the midst of an all-out pillow war. On their knees on the bed, they took turns whacking each other over and over. It felt good to take her frustration out on him.
Finally, he wrenched the pillow from her hands, took hold of her wrists, and yanked her up against his chest. Her nipples hardened on contact, and she inched back, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
His eyes flicked downward and then up. A slight move, but she saw it. She bumped her pelvis lightly into his and felt his bulging erection. Good. She wasn’t the only one affected by their physical proximity.
She wrenched free of his grasp. “That’s not fair, using your size against me.”
He shrugged. “All’s fair in l– war.”
Interesting slip up, buddy. She thought back to the days when they had wrestled with one another and he had used his strength to win. If memory served, she’d come up with some pretty creative ways of gaining the upper hand. He was in for a big surprise if he thought she’d give up so easily tonight. Even after all this time, she still had a few tricks up her sleeve.
She hopped to her feet and kicked one leg out, her shin connecting with the side of his
ribcage. Caught off guard, he toppled sideways, ending up on his back with her on top, her knees on either side of his torso, her hands pinning his arms to the bed.
Surprise registered on his face, but it wouldn't last long, and she knew it. She sprang off the mattress, flipped over his head, and landed on her feet on the floor. Quickly, she turned, and twisted his arms together in her grasp.
“Shit,” he muttered. “I’d forgotten how quick you are.”
Fresh out of ideas, she let go of him, having no desire to put herself in a more vulnerable position. But, she failed to step away fast enough. He reached above his head, grabbed her at the hips, and sat up while flipping her forward.
A squeal escaped her lips, and the next second, she was suspended upside down in the air with her face an inch from his crotch. She wet her lips at the sight of the bulge there.
The Perfect Score
The new head coach has barely gotten her beams in alignment when she's threatened with a lawsuit by a father for refusing to train his brat of a daughter.
Shelley Longstaff finally has her chance to be in charge only to rue the day when she is asked to train the dreaded Anna Fortier, a gymnast who has no sense of sportsmanship and makes everyone in her vicinity miserable. When Shelley refuses, she's threatened with a lawsuit by her father. To make things worse, Shelley has an inexplicable attraction to the arrogant rich lawyer!
Since his wife's death five years ago, Jacques (Jack) Fortier does whatever it takes to protect what is his. Shelley's club is his last resort to keep his daughter in the sport, but threatening to sue her isn't exactly his smartest move. When she grudgingly agrees to give Anna a chance, he finds himself attracted to the spritely gymnastics coach - the first woman he's had any feelings for since his wife passed away.
As Shelley and Jack leap over the line in their parent-coach relationship, Shelley worries over falling in love with a man who admittedly still loves his late wife. But when a crisis of teenage proportions threatens their relationship, will they risk everything for the chance to achieve The Perfect Score?
He didn’t say anything, but placed a hand on top of the one she had on his thigh. That’s when she noticed the intimacy of their current position. Flustered, she stood and gestured with her hands. “I wanted to go to the Olympics when I was little, but as I got older, I realized I wouldn’t make it. I changed my vision. I wanted to be able to compete, and later I wanted to become a coach. At university, I studied human movement, and I chose to be a part of the sport in a different way.”
“It’s something to think about.”
The faraway tone of his voice told her he didn’t like admitting defeat. Their eyes met again, and the intensity of his gaze had Shelley frozen to the spot. He rose, towering over her, and picked up one of her hands. Lifting it up to eye level, he flattened his palm against hers. Her hand was half the size.
Her heart pounded when he folded his fingers over hers, and the sound of blood rushing in her ears was all she heard. A small smile blossomed as she remembered what she’d thought the first time she’d seen the size of his hands.
“I like it when you smile,” he said, his voice deep. “What are you thinking?”
“The first time I saw your hand I thought it would cover my whole chest. Such an inappropriate thought when first meeting a parent of a potential club member.” She snapped out of her stupor and blushed deeply. “Oh, dear Lord, I can’t believe I said that.”
He shifted his gaze to her breasts. “Shall we test your theory?”
Her nipples hardened in response, and her eyes widened. “It’s not appropriate for you to be staring at my breasts.”
“You shouldn’t have mentioned them.”
“Are we sixteen?”
“Far from it.” He glanced at her lips. “I suppose it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to kiss you.”
“Precisely.” Her voice was far too breathy for her liking. She tried taking her hand out of his, but he tightened his grip.
“I’m going to do it anyway.” He lowered his face toward hers.
She turned her head, trying to remain in control of this situation. Her brain told her this wasn’t a good idea. Her body said, What the hell? “Jack.” Her firm tone should have brooked no argument. Too bad it came out with a quiver.
His eyes closed. “Say it again.”
Her voice trembled when she spoke. “Say what?”
“My name. I hate it when you call me Mr. Fortier.”
“Mr. Fortier,” she began, but Jack caught her chin gently in his hand. Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t try to escape. “Do you always expect to get what you want?”
“Not a lot of people say no to me.” His lips were a hair’s breadth away from hers. “Please say my name.”
With their lips almost touching, she whispered, “Jack.”
She had been about to say they should keep their relationship professional, and intimate contact was out of the question. But when he sealed her lips with a kiss, further protest died in her throat. He added a little pressure, and warmth spread throughout her entire body.
Her body responded like a woman dying of thirst needs water. She thought his kisses would’ve been aggressive like him, but this was unlike any kiss she had ever experienced. It spoke of moonlit walks and breakfasts in bed, promised tender good nights, and passionate good mornings, whispered words meant only for a lover’s ear, and dreams shared only with another.
Shelley had always viewed a kiss as a prelude to sex, but never to her future.
She drew back and pressed a shaking hand to her lips. Future? She had no future with this man beyond seeing him from time to time at the gym when he brought his daughter for practice.
Completely unnerved, she could only muster two words. “Oh. Wow.”
A full-time mom, Kellie Kamryn spends most of her days as an occasional chauffeur, part-time cook, half-time maid, arm-chair psychologist, and full-time Captain of her crew. In her spare time, she uses her imagination to write stories and poetry that sweep herself and readers into other worlds - everything from sweet to hot, steamy prose that will melt your heart (or your undies)! Her vivid story-telling and quirky sense of humor have gained her numerous 5-star reader and reviewer reviews. Truly multi-talented, when she has absolute quiet, she does voice work for one of her publishers by recording audio books.
PRO member of the Romance Writers of America, Kellie is a regular contributing blogger for the Ass Cheek Angels, and the Naughty Romance Writers. She is also a motivational speaker who will be presenting her workshop 10 Ways to Stay Positively Motivated In Writing and In Life at the Moonlight and Magnolias Conference in Georgia later this year.