Get ready for some crazy…

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I think all authors go through self-doubt. When TARGET in the SUN won Best in Contemporary Fiction 2017 BTRC, I began to slowly let the insecurities go. But then along came Lie To Me an exposé on sex for money and again I had moments when I questioned the marketability of a book written about sex purchased by women!  I asked my editor to read it first and tell me what she thought. She sent me an email telling me she was half-way through the editing process and the book was Hot! Hot! Hot! And thanks to the readers and reviewers my latest novel has become a 5-star read.

Layla Duncan searches out young, and middle-aged men, who’ve made a living selling sex to vacationing women. She’s fascinated with why women would pay for sex, what kind of men choose to serve them, and where they were both coming from emotionally. She gets caught up in the sensual dance that she is investigating and finds herself questioning her own limiting beliefs. It was a compelling subject to explore with much of the material in this novel based on actual conversations with male escorts in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.

The writing is earthy, sensual, captivating and realistic. With Lie To Me an exposé on sex for money, it was my intention to expose the areas of life that women rarely discuss. I wanted to cross the moral boundaries imposed by religious beliefs and societal standards, and force us to question our deepest most intimate desires. I would love to hear what you think.

Take advantage of the Kindle sale price $1.99 and read a story that will take you through the wild side of sex tourism in Mexico.

Available at Amazon Lie To Me an exposé on sex for money

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Heaven!

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I love my Kindle app on my iPad Mini, but… there’s nothing like holding a brand new book or your favorite classic, in your hands. The big challenge is always: where do I put my books?

Here are some cool ideas I found online to get your creative juices going. Enjoy!

What do you do with the old CD rack?

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Or how can we encourage our kids to read more? How about books shelves like these:

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We all love letters… we could do something with our favorite word. Mine is #LOVE

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Or our favorite musical instrument:

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A cool shape perhaps…

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or an old classic–wall to wall shelves interspersed with cool objects.

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Maybe one of these will inspire you to clean up those books that I know you have stacked on the floor by your bed!

Gotcha!   Thanks, Pinterest!

And while you’re at it, you might want to pick up my latest. I received this yesterday! There’s nothing like the feel of my own books! Thanks for being in my world and feel free to share these fun bookshelf ideas!

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Voyeur

 

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Mateo

HE FOUND HIMSELF standing outside her door, again.

He wasn’t sure why. After all, sex was sex. She was a one-night stand. He just couldn’t stop thinking about her. He showered, got dressed to come downtown. Mateo had no idea how long he had been there, standing on the broken sidewalk, looking at the numbers on the doorway. He thought about walking away. The last thing he wanted in his life was a relationship. Complications, demands, caring about how someone felt, no. He listened to the guys he knew talking about their wives and girlfriends. Too many hassles. He had never had an adult relationship and now that he knew better, he wasn’t going to start!

He smiled, thinking about the wild sex they’d had the night before. She was really amazing. She’d laughed and at one point, he was certain she had cried. He’d pretended not to notice.

His friends would never believe it if they knew he was standing outside a girl’s apartment, hoping to run into her.

He was confused, time to leave. At that moment, her door opened. He heard her before he saw her. That voice, maybe that was it: musical, fun, and sexy all in one.

She was arm in arm with a great looking girl with the longest legs Mateo had ever seen. They hugged each other and the tall girl fell into a waiting cab. Mateo felt like a voyeur catching an intimate moment between two lovers. Maybe she was a lesbian. Naw, bi-sexual maybe. but she was definitely not a lesbian.

In that moment, she looked up and saw him waiting. He worried that she might be annoyed or think he was stalking her. Damn! What was he doing there anyways?

 

 

Sex on the beach

 

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Excerpt: explicit

“It takes a lot of money to break into the music business. My family are not in favour of my music. They want me to go into the family business. I have an education. I graduated from the University of Guadalajara in business. But I will never join the family business.”

The waiter interrupted their conversation to take their order. Omar ordered a Pacifico. Layla pulled out a cigarette and the waiter lit it for her.

“You better give up smoking or you’re going to need a facelift!” Layla threw a piece of lime at Omar. He caught it mid-air.

“Seriously, I want to play music and I will do whatever I have to do to make it happen.”

Layla sipped her white wine, thinking about Omar’s ‘whatever it takes’.

“What about you, Layla. What’s your passion? Why do you want to talk to Mexican boys who give pleasure to women for money?” He brought the lime to his full sensual lips and sucked on it.

She was momentarily taken aback. Tables turned, and a question she was not quite certain she knew the answer to.

“Hey, I’m asking the questions here,” she laughed, “and stop sucking on that lime!” He smirked.

“I need food. What are we eating?” Omar grabbed the menu.

“Whatever you want.” She smiled, then motioned to the waiter to bring chips and salsa. Omar also spoke with the waiter and then he left them alone.

“I write. That’s what I do.” She continued her X-rated thoughts, momentarily imagining those luscious lips circling her hardening nipples. “I think about life, and I write about people and their lives, and what makes them do the things they do.”

“But who wants to read about the boys in Mexico?” Omar stretched his well-developed body along the teak lounge chair, his bulge visible through his tight black jeans.

“Well, I guess I’ll find out when I finish my story.” She cleared her head and brought her mind back to why she was here.

“Antonio said you’d be okay with my questions.”

“Sure, whatever, as long as you pay for my time. Ask me anything.” Another Pacifico with tequila on the side appeared on the table.

“How about another drink, Layla? I know I work much better with tequila. Join me, Señorita, and I will tell you all my secrets.” Far too charming, far too dangerous, just the way she liked it.

“Sure, why not? I’ll have another glass of wine. So, tell me, Omar, what makes you so good at what you do?”

“Ah, how should I answer that? Let me think. I have been giving pleasure to women since I’m fourteen years old. My parents sent me to the American School in Guadalajara for high school. There was a teacher from San Francisco, an older woman about forty now and she really liked me a lot. I could tell. She used to help me with things and I would stay after school for her advice. I was always tall for my age and because I lived in the States and my family had money, I was older in my ways than other kids in my class. She was my first lover.” Omar smiled, displaying expensive dentistry.

“Did you say you were fourteen?” Layla was stunned. She had read about a woman in the States who’d had a child with a Mexican boy who was thirteen, still a child himself. She’d ended up in jail for statutory rape.

“Uh, huh. Fourteen. She taught me how to make love to a woman. And I liked her a lot. I still see her when I go home to Guadalajara. She teaches English Literature at the American School. Hey, Pablo, cómo estás?” Omar did the Mexican handshake with a friend. His friend looked Layla over. Does his friend mistake her for a client?

“Qué pasa, Omar? How come we haven’t seen you at Señor Frogs this week?” Pablo smiled at Layla, waiting for an introduction.

“Very busy. This is my friend, Layla. Layla, meet Pablo. Sometimes Pablo plays music with us.”

“Sí, you should come, Señorita, and hear us play. We’re very good! Okay, Omar. I see that you are busy. Call me. Hasta luego.”

“Where do you play, Omar?” Layla thought about her double entendre.

Omar smiled. “I play everywhere, Señorita, but when I play music it’s late at night, after hours until about six in the morning. There’s a little bar near Basilio Badillo in Old Town. Would you like to come one night? Usually I play Friday, sometimes Saturday, the days the tourists are checking in and out, so it doesn’t interfere with business.”

“Yes, that would be good. I don’t want to take too much of your time, so I will ask you a few more questions and if it is okay with you, we can get together again.”

“Sure.”

“How do women find you, I mean, how do women who want to pay for sex find you? Do you use an agency? Or what?” Layla checked her recorder to be certain it was working properly.

“I have an agency, but I also freelance. Word of mouth.” Omar stopped and stared at her mouth, then laughed.

 

Disturbing…

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The writer studied the boy. His dark skin gleamed with a fine mist of perspiration. He had perfected the bedroom eyes look. Maybe he grew up watching old movies, Steve McQueen perhaps.

He leaned into her and took her hand, smiling as if he could read her mind. He was tall for a Mexican, close to six feet. His t-shirt stretched tight across his well-developed chest, his upper arms bare and strong. She let her thoughts free-fall and she could imagine him lifting her and sliding her down on top of his large, hard penis. She shivered involuntarily.

“I don’t want to take you away from your livelihood this evening. Could we get together tomorrow during the day to talk? Would that be okay?”

“Sí, I work at the Hotel Fiesta Americana doing massage on the beach. Would you like a massage?”

Layla smiled. Somehow, she knew a massage from him would end up more than a massage. The thought was delicious and disturbing. He really looked young.

“Let’s meet at A Page in the Sun in Old Town, up the street from McDonald’s. We can have coffee and talk. Would that work for you?”

“Sí, Señorita. Tomorrow at ten o’clock in the morning. What about now? I have some free time. Can I give you a taste without cost, so you can see why the women pay me so much? Sí or non?”

“No!” They both laughed. His confidence was incredible for such a young man.

“Well, it never hurts to ask, no?” he teased.

“Adiós, Antonio. I look forward to tomorrow.”

 

 

Pay/Play

 

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“What about you, Layla. What’s your passion? Why do you want to talk to Mexican boys who give pleasure to women for money?” He brought the lime to his full sensual lips and sucked on it.

 

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Layla turned off her recording device.

“Can we get together again?”
Omar whispered in her ear. “You pay, I play.”

 

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Authors and Readers, What do you think?

 

As a professional novelist, are there “rough patches” in your books that you accept aren’t as good or interesting as others or do you keep working until you polish every bit of prose to the same degree?

In the writing of a manuscript, the answer to this would be yes, the latter. I insist that the experience my reader has is 100% the best entertainment I can provide. I write, for the most part, in the mystery, romantic suspense genre. I can’t leave any holes. I also write with several characters so there may be more than one plot line. I like short chapters. I keep my readers moving at a fast pace. Well, you can tell that just from the way I answer your question.

First I plot on Excel. If a plot line is not up to par, it gets deleted. I’m brutal with myself. I’d rather write a novella that’s good than a novel that has chapters or ‘rough patches’ that will take away from your enjoyment as my reader. I can tell you that a reviewer will catch your rough patches and call you on them.

I received a MS back from my editor this evening. I told her to be totally honest: If you don’t like it or have areas that need work or total re-writing, tell me. I want to know how my readers will experience this book. So her job is to challenge me if my work is crap.

I haven’t opened it yet to see what changes she made. But in this particular case, by the time I sent the MS to my editor, it was edited 4 times by me. The topic is male prostitution in Puerto Vallarta Mexico so there is sex in this book—more than I would normally write. I was feeling insecure, not wanting the work to be smutty or erotic. I prefer that it be classified as Contemporary having adult content.

This is what she said:

Anyways, I LOVED this story. It was engrossing, fun, emotional, sexy, and even a little unnerving at times. It was perfect!

It’s interesting that she said ‘unnerving’ because that’s EXACTLY the experience I had when some of the stories flowed through me onto the page. Each adjective she used to describe the book is the tone I wanted to achieve. Now when I open it tomorrow, there may yet be things I will change. That’s the way I work.

But professional writing is a learning process too. So don’t be too hard on yourself. If you know there are rough patches, my advice would be to shelve the manuscript for a few months. Then go back to it and delete the parts that suck. It feels good to delete whole pages. I did it with this book and I liked the feeling. I said to myself: I can do much better than this, gone!

If you’re taking the time to read my work it better be the best that I can possibly deliver.

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On another note, I want to thank Book Talk Radio Club for nominating TARGET in the SUN for Best Contemporary Novel of 2017! Thanks for the honor!! If you haven’t read it yet, here’s what reviewers are saying:

“Gripping and suspenseful, clever and sharp, Target in the Sun is a romantic thriller that kept me on the edge of my seat. I enjoyed the format, telling parts of the story through letters. I also enjoyed how smoothly it read, the type of book that sucks you in. Highly recommended.”

“WOW, what a journey! I couldn’t wait to continue with the second, ‘Vanished in the Sun’. I read both in 2 days, and I’m totally exhausted now with all the action in the fight against the drug cartels, love, Mexican cultural knowledge and the beautifully descriptive word paintings of Western Mexico, especially the amazing sunsets! The super-secret off-the-grid organization keeping watch over these characters is “Genius! Very intriguing! Can’t wait for #3!