A female friend once asked me if I ever brought ‘props’ into the bedroom. Props? I said, confused. Yeah, she said. Ties, handcuffs, that sort of thing. To answer your question out loud in a restaurant (since evidently you think it’s okay to talk about this kind of thing out loud in a restaurant), no, never. How very unromantic. I …
I have a confession. I think nice guys are sexy. Really, really sexy. Pictured above is one of two stock photo models I fell madly in love with while writing While I Held Your Hand. God, what a nice guy. If you’ve read the book, you know exactly which character he is. He looks great in a …
A few years back, while I was in the middle of a seemingly intractable romantic drought, I decided to indulge myself and read some free erotica samples on Amazon. What I found was not what I expected. As an author/grammar freak/linguistic psychopath, I take my Greek roots very seriously and get extremely agitated when they …
The first story I ever sold was about a woman whose nineteen-year-old husband, Matthew, died on their wedding night before they’d consummated the marriage. Twenty-one years later she is still mourning for him, unable to move past the fact that she’d never made love to the love of her life. Then one day she meets …
