I want to thank Jennifer for having me on the blog today.
It’s always fun to hang out with one of my favorite people. I love working with
her and hope we continue to do so for a long, long time.
(ditto, babe!)
I titled this post Over My Shoulder for a reason. I recently
wrote a New Adult series, the Complicated
series for Resplendence Publishing. New Adult, if you don’t know what it
is, is a category of books featuring new to adulthood characters. Millenials.
First real romance, first stab at life on their own, the ache of the real world
imposing on their realities...stuff like that. All of my stories in this series
are hot stories. Okay, they’re erotic. Great for readers, not so great when the
kid is visiting and reading over my shoulder.
( attribution: By Adam Jones, Ph.D. (Own work) [CC BY-SA
3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons)
For the pictures in this post, I intentionally chose images
of people I don’t know rather than my own kid. Why? I’m funny that way and a
tad overprotective.
( attribution: By Irving Rusinow, Photographer (NARA
record: 5307166) (U.S. National Archives and Records Administration) [Public
domain], via Wikimedia Commons)
But this was about the tot, as I refer to him, reading over
my shoulder. Here’s the story. I’m
writing away, typing at a furious pace because the story is flowing. It’s going
great! Lots of word count, lots of typing...then I hear a noise. Now I’m in the
middle of a hot scene. I won’t get into details, but yeah, it was steamy. The
noise is back. What the heck...? I didn’t see anyone coming when I turned
around. Focus on my work? Keep looking? It’s only the tot and me at the house.
That’s when I heard giggling.
Aw crap. I’ve not only been spotted, but I’ve been caught.
“Mom, what does that word mean?” Tot trots into the room and
plops onto the couch beside me. “Huh?”
I forgot to mention I’m a tad unorthodox in my writing
venue. I’m not a coffee house writer or a book store writer. I sit on the couch
and listen to white noise from the television. Yeah, I’m accessible that way,
too.
“Uh... which word?” I asked him.
“That one.” He points to a word for men’s reproductive
organs. You’ve probably guessed which word.
Now, I could’ve said, it’s none of your business or shoo. I
could’ve chewed him out for showing up right when things were getting good in
the story. What did I do? I said, “it’s a word for man bits. It’s not one I
want you to repeat, but you’ve got one.”
He laughed, rolled his eyes, then wandered away to play
video games. I thought I was out of the woods. Cool. I can start the story back
up and keep going.
Nope.
That’s when I found out he’d trotted upstairs and informed
DH. “Mom said this word.”
I hadn’t actually. I thought I’d been pretty eloquent
considering. What response did I get? “Don’t write that stuff when he’s
awake...”
I’ve been writing erotic stories for the last six years. This
was the first time I got into trouble, but I’m sure it won’t be the last. I’m
not worried about what happened. He’s a kid and asks questions. I’m betting he
stunned DH with his revelation that he’d read over my shoulder.
Have you ever gotten into a situation like mine? How’d you
handle it? I’d love to know. J
Here’s a little bit about that book I was working on,
Stealing Home. Check it out. It might be your next favorite read.
Stealing Home by
Wendi Zwaduk
Book 3 in the Complicated Series
M/F, New Adult Romance, Contemporary
Novella
From Resplendence Publishing
The last person she
expected to fall for her just might be the one she’s been looking for all
along.
Bliss McMahon isn’t looking for love. She’s got a degree to complete and a life
she wants to live. Besides, love isn’t looking for her. The last and only time
she’d tried dating, the whole situation had ended in disaster. Being twenty-one
and never going beyond second base doesn’t exactly endear her to the guys, but
the one guy she never expected to notice her has. Will she give him a shot or
run the other way?
Evan Phillips has a way with the ladies. He can charm them just as easily as he
hits homeruns, but this ballplayer has a problem. He won’t be able to pass art
history without help. Enter Bliss. Sure, he’s dated her roommate, and yes,
Bliss can’t stand him, but he’s not about to back down from the challenge of
getting her help. She’s spunky, out of his league and just who he wants. Can
the ballplayer convince Bliss he’s up for more than one inning or will she
forfeit before the game begins?
He’s ready to steal home in order to win the woman of his dreams.
Warning: Contains a dangerous combination of fragile new love, bone-deep angst
and desperate rivalry that will consume you with throbbing, out-of-control
passion.
And here’s a little bit about Wendi:
I’ve always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark,
and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman
keeping him in line. I love playing with
words and letting the characters run wild.
NASCAR, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, animals and second chance
romance all feature prominently in my
books. I also write under the pen name
of Megan Slayer. I’m published with Totally Bound, Resplendence Publishing, Changeling
Press, Liquid Silver Books, Turquoise Morning Press, Decadent Publishing and Ellora’s
Cave. Come join me for this fantastic journey!
If you like my work, tell your friends and email me. I love
hearing from readers!
Email: theauthorwendizwaduk (AT) gmail (DOT) com
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