Do you love it?

 

Have I told you lately how I LOVE my reviewers, and of course, all my readers? It might surprise you to know that I read my reviews and take comments to heart. If you’ve taken the time to tell me how much you loved my book, then I take the time to hear your thoughts.

The average review for Lie to Me is 4.7 stars  When I first started publishing fiction, in the summer of 2015, I had a few trolls. In case you’re wondering what that means, it’s ‘alleged’ readers who come online and leave 1-star reviews, and trash your work. More than likely they haven’t read the story, but for some inexplicable reason, they go from book-to-book and trash an author’s stories. I don’t know if Amazon caught them or what happened, but as quickly as they arrived, they disappeared.

Today a review is honest and heartfelt. So any suggestions I take notice. When you hear something once, it could be an opinion; but twice, and a third time, I pay attention and act on it. The issue at hand was the comment on the cover of Lie To Me an exposé on sex for money.

If you’re unfamiliar with this story, I will drop the review for you:

on June 21, 2018
Lie To Me by Lynda Filler is amazing. This is my first time reading anything by this author. When they say don’t judge a book by its cover, they were talking about this one. I thought the cover looks like a fun and flirty read for the summer, boy was I wrong….it was so much more.
Layla Duncan has found her happiness in Puerta Vallarta. She loves her life and her career. There is just one thing, she has a fetish for hot young men who sell themselves for sex. She decides to write an article for her magazine about these men but get a whole lot more than she bargained for. The subjects of her article become her friends, but one-man Mateo becomes more than just a friend. Can Layla separate her professional life from her personal life? Is Mateo just a fling or is there real feelings involved?
I loved this book it’s a little dark, but a whole lot of sexy. I was pulled in from the very beginning and was sad when it was over. Lynda Filler sure knows how to keep the reader engaged. This was a roller coaster of a ride book. I can’t wait to see what else is out there by this author.
Yesterday I uploaded an updated version. If I was able to contact the reviewer, and two others who brought this to my attention, I would. I guess the point of this blog is to tell you that I write for you! 
I hope you like it. I LOVE it! Thanks again for supporting all my work.
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Sexy? You bet it is!

 

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From the author of TARGET in the SUN, Best in Contemporary Fiction 2017 comes the steamy release:

Lie to Me an exposé on sex for money    Last days on sale!

“This becomes my favorite and creates a yearning for adventure like that caused by Eat Pray Love.” Gowri

“Sexy? You bet it is. Lynda Filler has a thoughtful way of delivering her wicked sexy story directly, to my very own wicked intimate imaginings.” Mz Patchouli

“Ms. Filler has once again seduced her readers with a very real, very sexy story of love lost, romance found, and sex purchased….for the right price, of course. Very well done!” Sabrina Jean

“Lie to Me, is insanely captivating, entertaining, and exciting… A spellbinding story that explores the psychology of sex in a way that defies Coelho’s Eleven Minutes.” 5 STARS R. Dzemo, Readers’ Favorite. 

From Lie To Me an exposé on sex for money

Layla Duncan–a forty-something writer–has an insatiable curiosity about Mexico’s other tourism, men who sell steamy sexual encounters to vacationing women in Puerto Vallarta. She infiltrates the organized underworld of male prostitution, interviews several men and writes an exposé of their lives. The lines between Layla’s personal life and professional assignment quickly become blurred, and she finds herself questioning her value system in an exciting yet disturbing way.

Quote from the book

Twenty-year-old Mateo:   

He was a ghost. He had no past that he could cling to, a present full of lies, and a future filled with despair. Unless he made changes.

“I’m confused. I’ve never been involved with someone before. I never allowed myself to care before. You are like this wild card that has come into my life. I didn’t ask for you, I didn’t want to fall in love with you. But I think that’s what I feel for you.”

What are your secrets? Layla wondered. Is it pain, or deceit you’re running from; or are you running from yourself?

“Layla, you are so grown up and yet, such a little girl. Don’t you know there are bad men out there? They will set you up, charm you, steal your heart, then take everything else you have to offer. You should go home, little girl, back to Colorado where you belong.” Mateo sighed.

Layla saw a man who lived with wolves in the forest.
Would he ever belong to her?
Mateo drifted off to sleep.
Only music lingered.

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“Explode onto the page”

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One of the best parts of my job as a professional book reviewer is discovering new indie talent, but even more importantly watching that writing talent grow and mature over the years and the books. This is very much the case with this author, Lynda Filler. I had read some of her earlier books and although I enjoyed them and I had a feeling there was something special about her writing and her stories, it is only now, with her latest book, Lie To Me, that I can see that talent literally explode onto the page and excite me, as a reader.
Lie to Me, is a hard-hitting, powerful story about male prostitution in Mexico, as told through the eyes of Layla, an American writer who lives in Puerto Vallarta and writes, freelance for a magazine in the US, and also through the individual male prostitute’s perspectives. Layla is fascinated by both the older men and women who come to Mexico looking for sex and the young, Mexican men who provide it for them, for a fee. What motivates them and how do they cope with the emotional attachments that so often invariably form? Layla also has her own personal demons and is convinced that love, especially with a young Mexican man, is not only silly but counterproductive to her work. she loves the sex, but shuns the attachments, or at least tries desperately hard to do so.
Lie to Me is incredibly well written, tight, taut, descriptive, and everything I’d expect from a long-time, well-established, professional author. It thrills me to see the depth of the writing and the emotions Filler is now able to extract from her work. This is a wonderful story of an alternative lifestyle that may well be eye-opening for some, but fascinating nonetheless. For me, it gave me an insight into a world I knew existed, but like Filler, I guess I wondered how it all worked for the participants. I wonder no more and that is totally due to Filler’s excellent work.
I would definitely recommend this read to anyone who has secretly yearned to escape the rat-race, if even for a short time and indulge in the pleasures and the exotic mystery of another race and culture. With Lies to Me, you can do that, without any attendant risk. A fantastic read and all credit to the author, Lynda Filler. I can’t wait to see what she comes up with next.
5 Stars.  Grant Leishman

Readers’ Favorite

 

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I wrote this novel when I was in one of my ‘moods.’ It’s risque, very different for me, almost uncomfortable in its rawness and blatant sensuality. I truly felt like a voyeur…as if this story came through me–had been sent to me by my Muse–a story that must be told and yet I almost published it under a pen name. When I sent it to my editor I asked for an honest opinion. She said she loved it. It’s always the readers and reviewers who matter to me so I went ahead and released it this week.

This is my first Editorial Review. I’m insanely thrilled!

5 STAR

 

Lie to Me: An Exposé on Sex for Money by Lynda Filler is a spellbinding story that explores the psychology of sex in a way that defies Coelho’s Eleven Minutes. Layla Duncan is a magazine writer, a forty-something woman obsessed with digging into why men sell their bodies for money. Her quest to understand the trade leads her to Puerto Vallarta, a dream world for her, with the affordable cost of living and exciting things to do. But the moment she takes leave from work to have time for herself is when she meets the charismatic young Mexican guy, Mateo, a man whose charm quickly rubs off on Layla. They find themselves in each other’s arms before they are fully aware of what is going on. But what should have been a one night stand soon transforms into frequent hookups that make the professional, opinionated woman question many things she has grown up believing.

Lynda Filler’s novel is character-driven, emotionally intense, and packed with action, a story that explores male psychology regarding sex and a woman’s quest to redefine her identity in a world of twisted morals, where men are driven by the quest for orgasm. The emotional and psychological conflicts are well-explored in this novel and they are at the heart of the plot. The characters are exceptional, written with depth, and a lot of humanity is injected into them. It’s hard not to like the inquisitive and outgoing Layla, but her encounter with the laid-back, easy-going Mateo changes the allure. Lie to Me: An Exposé on Sex for Money is insanely captivating, entertaining and exciting. It’s the kind of book that entertains readers while forcing them to review their sense of reality. A must-read!

Reviewed by Romuald Dzemo for Readers’ Favorite   5 STARS

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.

 

What’s the most important thing you’re working on right now, and how are you making it happen? Q

 

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I’m working on two projects. The first is a manuscript, working title: SEX for MONEY—Rent-a-boys in Mexico. I wrote this story a few years ago and put it aside. I’m editing now and being brutal on my edits.

A freelance writer moves to Puerto Vallarta to pursue her curiosity about the male sex trade—what type of men sell themselves and why women pay for it. Through a series of interviews and sexual experiences, she finds herself on a dark journey into her own beliefs on sexuality and love.

It’s deeply personal and highly sexual. It’s a different write for me but in the editing, I’ve come across sections that take my breath away.

If I’m ever discouraged about the long road to success in writing books, I go to Amazon and read my reviews. After all, it’s about the pleasure my readers get when they read, right?

The second project is a series of shorter books on Women: sexuality after 50, successful living, creativity and spiritual/soul development. I love these non-fiction subjects that I touched upon in my extremely well-received Memoir/Self-help book LOVE The Beat Goes On. I wanted to delve deeper in the hopes that women know they are not alone in their journey of self-development. We are all in this together.

Yes, I’m busy and at times question myself, my work and the direction life is taking me. We all have self-doubts but the key to success for me is

  1. making a plan—Schedule the writing/editing/cover etc.
  2. doing the work—reading & deleting my rambling babies
  3. writing one page after another even when I’d rather watch Netflix
  4. keeping myself motivated by listening to other authors, their challenges and how they kept on doing the work rejection after rejection
  5. keep my eye on the vision board
  6. and never, ever giving up