Monday, February 13, 2012

Guest Post - Kenya Carlton

In cooperation with Bewitching Book Tours, here is Kenya Carlton to talk about her tribulations with getting erotic in 100 pages.









100 pages or less of mind candy

When I was first approached with the idea of a short erotica within the confines of a 100 pages or less, I believed the appeal of the story would be compromised. There would be no long and dreamy glances. I couldn’t allow my characters to have a sweet monologue about their desire’s attributes run through their minds. But mainly would it seem realistic? In 100 pages could I make a pretty stellar booty call appealing enough to keep the readers interested?

I’ve never been one for the short story. It’s an art I simply don’t have the right paint brushes for. The truth is the whole task made my head hurt. Paranormal romance and romantic mysteries are my thing, a slow build up with a gotcha end. Three other women, all with romance backgrounds, had the same assignment set before them. Often I would wonder how my co-authors were doing but since the age of technology and the limits of geography I couldn’t peek over to their paper in the dim light of a coffee shop. Yes, I’m laying the pity for myself on thick, but like I said the short and quick instead of the long and filling just wasn’t my thing.

Conflicted by the challenge, I came up with Sam and Brooke, two characters who were already masters of the booty call but instead of strangers they’re exclusive with each other. High school screw buddies, these two were pros at the down and dirty, quick and swift. With no shame to their games, these characters made sex in public a sport instead of an embarrassment. Allowing Sam and Brooke to already have a past was the inspiration that kicked “Helpless and Hopeless” in to gear. Proudly I must admit these two characters couldn’t be cuter. Hope you enjoy my story and my co-authors’ in the Undressed Inc. anthology.





Undressed Inc., the women you meet are an eclectic bunch. The connection? The melding of sexual desire and any means necessary to satisfy it. Sit back and enjoy the ride! Four sexy stories bring readers front and center as four dynamic women enjoy every drop of pleasure they can get.



BLACK HONEY by Samara King

Who could she run to?

When Officer Elisha “Elle” Taylor finds out crime lord Monty “Black” Kearns was her father, there is only one man she can turn to in the midst of a deadly plot for revenge. The very man she’d sworn never to touch again. Durant Kane.

Leaning on her father's enforcer and her ex-lover seemed suicidal when the hit on her father was said to be ordered by his own people. Yet, the impulsive and heady sexual chemistry between them was undeniable.

HELPLESS AND HOPELESS by K. Carlton

Not at all happy about her long-awaited homecoming, video vixen Brooke Langely finds herself the maid of honor in her best friend’s wedding and face to face for the first time in years with her old high school rivals. But Brooke has her silver lining in the form of Sam Foley, the shy jock in high school that was Brooke’s favorite extracurricular activity after school.

NO OTHER LOVE by Embue

Arizona "Ari" Garrison has made some changes in her life: she’s finally left her abusive ex-husband Fletcher and she’s graduating college with her degree in business. Despite her accomplishments, what she lacks is a real man to be the comforter she seeks. Her vibrator can only do but so much to curb her sexual desires. The night of her graduation, her best friends take her out to have a good time. Little did she know that she'd find love in a jazz club.

TABLES TURNED by Ayanna Pierce

By day, Samantha Long uses her hands and pressure points to help her clients relax as a massage therapist. By night, Sam is Mistress Siren and uses her whips and leathers to make her clients submit as a dominatrix at Destiny Parker’s ultra-hot spot, Awaken. No matter the time of day, her mind is constantly focused on Drew Winger, a man she wants but can’t seem to conjure up her sexy nighttime persona Siren to express her feelings. 
 
Excerpt
Brooke Langley took a deep sigh to quiet her anxious nerves and tapped her French-manicured nail against the lock. She seriously contemplated a good ole fashion tuck and roll out of the limo.
    “One more time around?” Unable to keep his eyes off her massive breast, the Russian driver peered at her through the rearview mirror.
    “No,” she murmured, “that was the last dry run. You can drop me off this time.”
    Picture perfect, exactly how she remembered it. God, I hate this place, she thought. The driver pulled onto the winding circular drive way to the beautiful brick mansion named The Manor. No sooner had the car stopped in front of one of the country’s premier banquet halls than the large oak doors were thrown open and a gaggle of ladies rushed out.
    “You getting married, no?” the driver asked.
    “Not me,” Brooke told him as she swallowed the bile that made its way up her throat.
    “Good. It would be a shame for one man to have all that chocolate to himself.”
    “Aren’t you the charmer.” She snorted, mildly pleased that his dirty old man flirt could put things in the proper perspective for her.
    No longer was she that skinny poor kid with the rich best friend, Brooke reminded herself. No sir, she was the best video model money could buy and she now owned the top agency for video vixens in New York. Brooke Langley was officially a self made rich bitch.
    “I told you she would come!” She heard Ruby Turlington, her best friend triumphantly cheer as the POPS followed close behind her. The POPS is what everyone called the popular crowd in high school and Brooke couldn’t have been less thrilled to see them.  With a withering look toward the automatic lock, Brooke left behind any fleeting thoughts of freedom when Ruby snatched open the door.
    “I almost sent in the troops for you,” Ruby hissed while clutching her close. Barely out of her seat, Brooke gave a limp hug in return as she caught sight of her past over her best friend’s shoulder. The cliquish group stared at her in all their snooty sneering glory. Glad to see nothing had changed, Brooke shined on her best bitchy smile back.
    “Amanda, didn’t think you would make it,” Tanya the blonde cooed. She had a little more pudge in the face than before but otherwise Tanya looked the same unimpressively average.
    “What did you think?” Brooke asked, faintly remembering Tanya was the ring leader to the more vicious pranks, which were mostly played on her.
    “I didn’t.” She winked. “I don’t care.”
    Before she could tell Tanya where to shove everything but the kitchen sink up her probably still bulimic ass, Ruby jerked her cheery face in Brooke’s line of vision.
    “We need to get you briefed and fitted, okay?” she chirped nervously.
    “What’s wrong?” Brooke asked, just realizing her friend’s perfect ivory skin seemed a smidge blotchy and her eyes were a tad red.
    “Nothing honey,” Ruby lamely reassured, as the word liar ran in Brooke’s brain like the CNN ticker at the bottom of the television screen.
    “Really Brooke, I didn’t think shaking you tits and ass in front of a camera could afford you some actual decent clothes,” Amanda smartly quipped about Brooke’s Lucky jeans and Ralph Lauren ensemble that perfectly complimented the Hershey bar tone of her skin.
    “If you had some tits and ass maybe you would,” Brooke volleyed back at the red head. Amanda’s straight-edged hair cut sort of flattered her sharp face but couldn’t hide the look of stupid that swam in her empty eyes.
    “It’s so vulgar,” Amanda muttered with less bravado than she had before.
    “Tonight is free after rehearsal and tomorrow is dinner,” Ruby quickly rattled off as she interrupted the cat fight that had been brewing for more than 17 years.
    “I don’t think the dress is going to fit her,” Paula pointed out without judgment or emotion. She was the only other black girl in the POPS and Paula was only half black which means she was never really any help to Brooke at all.
For the most part, Paula stayed neutral, and if there was ever a time to pick a side, Brooke could always put money on Paula not picking hers. It was usually Ruby and Brooke against the majority and due to her poor people stamp of approval, she generally had no vote to speak of.   
    “Her dress isn’t like the rest of yours,” her best friend announced proudly. “Brookey’s the maid of honor.” Ruby threw at them her gotta love it smile before she grabbed Brooke’s arm. Ripped from the present and straight back into her past, she was practically drug through the thick double doors and into the house.
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Author Bio
Kenya has a B.A. in Mass communication, Television and Radio. She has fifteen years in production of television and film and five in television engineering. In 2009 Kenya Produced Dawn a short film and Executive Produced Destination Everywhere the pilot for a travel series through her production company Black R.O.K Productions established in 2008.

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