The Romance Arc

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I’m writing the almost final chapter of my 2nd Oddites book (other than a short epilogue), which also happens to be the final love scene. I never write sex just for sex’s sake–I like my sex scenes to also move the plot along, especially the romance plot. Things that happen during intimacy often mirror what’s happening in other parts of one’s life (things like control or loss of control, denial or acceptance, trust or distrust). Even outside of BDSM, there’s also something quite powerful about the act of topping. Or bottoming.

When I was writing my first mmromance full length novel, I didn’t really understand the romance arc. Oh, I knew that my two leads had to have flaws that had prevented them from falling in love and all that. I just didn’t entirely get how their romance arc beats were supposed to work and intertwine with the mystery/suspense plot. I have to give thanks to my editors at Riptide for helping me develop that in my first book. I still didn’t truly understand it until I read Romancing the Beat by Gwen Hayes. She put it all into very simple terms (with lots of fun 80’s music references).

Basically it was summed up for me in one line. “Love conquers all.” The heart of the romance arc is that love finds a way to overcome whatever external obstacles there are between the two characters, but more importantly also overcomes whatever internal barriers there may be. Understanding that, I’m getting a whole new perspective of my characters and their relationship. I wrote an entire chapter over the weekend that I never expected to write, which was mostly about them, their hopes and fears, and dealing with the emotional aftermath from the climax scene. I’m really happy with it.

Anyways, with each new book, I’m learning something new, and improving all the time.

Just about to hit 98,000 words. Less than 3000 words to go to finish this thing.

A Race to the Finish–WIP progress

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Ah, September!  Finally an end to the 100 degree nights that is summer in Arizona. Nevermind the 100 degree plus days. Those won’t end until October. But at least the nights are starting to be bearable.

September also means something else–that I have less than one month left to finish, edit, and turn in the 2nd Oddities book, Fraud Twice Felt. I originally estimated it would be 90k, much like the first Oddities book, but my villain proved stronger than I anticipated, the climax much larger and more complicated, and so I find myself now sitting at 91k, going, “Crap! I need to get this thing finished!!”  I estimate about three chapters to go in order to finish the thing. Editing?  Ergh. May not have time for much of that.

So here’s where all the works in progress currently stand:

 

Current WIPs:

1. Fraud Twice Felt (The Oddities Book 2, paranormal M/M suspense), now at 91,682 words, NOW estimated to be about 100k. ACK!  Due to publisher by October 1.

2. Fae Fortunes (YA M/M paranormal), currently at 45,563 words, estimated 65k.

3. Deena and the Professor (Trudy Judd, BDSM romance), Seven out of 10 parts written, first 7 parts published, currently at 2862 words on Part 8 (estimated to be 8k).

4. Forest of Thorns and Claws (weretiger M/M). Received the notes back from the publisher, will work on developmental edits as soon as the 2nd Oddities book is done and turned in.

5. Fantasy novel currently at 81,675 words, total will be 110k. Right now this one is the lowest of my priorities.

 

So proud I could burst.

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My daughter’s been through a bit in her life, at least emotionally. I left her dad when she was two because he was an asshole and I was a fool for marrying him. He barely spent any time with his daughter even on his weekends, as she was growing up.

Then when my daughter was eleven, he told her he didn’t want to see her any longer because I was living with my girlfriend. My daughter fought depression and low self-esteem, ran away for a few days when she was fourteen, and has struggled with standing up for herself and not giving up on things when they get tough. She’s book smart but not street smart, and very behind, socially. She does best when people tell her what to do.

My partner suggested that maybe the military would be a good option for my daughter, even though with her grades and advanced classes she’d be a good candidate for scholarships. My daughter seemed surprisingly okay with the idea.

When I asked her about it, my daughter confessed to me that she’s been thinking about serving in the military for some time, but she was too afraid to tell me. She wants to serve her country, she’s not afraid of the physical conditioning, and again, she likes following orders. She also thought it might build her confidence.

I told her I was proud of her, and that she should never be afraid to tell me anything.

So it looks like when she graduates, my kid may be joining the Air Force.

Countdown sale and freebie!

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The first installment of the sexual saga, Deena and the Professor is being offered FREE today through Sunday, August 28! In addition, Parts Two and Three are only 99 cents, again until Sunday. Currently this serial BDSM romance has seven parts; the complete story will have ten parts.

Check it out!

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It’s her first day at college, and Deena wants to learn about more than books. She’s always craved to learn more about the urges of her body and the taboo secrets of sex. When her professor catches her playing with a wooden paddle, Deena knows it will either be her worst punishment ever, or her greatest reward. He’s handsome, older, and seems to know about more than just academic subjects.

The question is, can he teach her all the kinkiest things she’s ever fantasized about? Or maybe the bigger question is, can she keep her heart from falling in love with him…

Only 99 cents–Parts Two and Three:

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Part Two: Missionary Position (First time, unprotected):

Part Three: The Fifth Base (first time anal)

 

 

Villains You Love to Hate

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I recently watched Suicide Squad, which I found to be a fun superhero movie, despite some criticisms of the editing. I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for Harly Quinn, the Joker’s little puppet and love interest, and I think Margot did an exceptional job at portraying the completely crazy villainess. Jared Leto was also fantastic as the Joker.

A really good villain is one that you can’t help loving, even if they’re really, really bad. Maybe it’s because you have some understanding about why they became the way they are, or maybe their personality is just so infectious that you can’t help liking them. Or maybe they have awesome powers and they’re just plain cool. (We all loved Darth Vader long before we knew anything about his past. In fact, learning his past diminished some of his coolness, I think.)

Maybe it’s that allure of power that draws us towards certain villains. Maybe it’s the cool clothing. Villains tend not to care what anyone thinks of them. They’re supreme in their self-confidence. That can be attractive.

Or maybe they do things we only wish we could. The Joker loves to wreak mayhem, particularly on stuffy rich folk. Hannibal Lector eats whatever–and whomever–he wants. Voldemort is practically worshiped by his followers. And Lucifer gives you everything you desire . . . then takes your soul.

So anyways, I enjoyed Suicide Squad because it brought together a lot of evil, selfish villains, gave each of them a weakness, and put them in a situation where they had to decide between being selfish or doing something good for once. I liked it, and I wanted to take Harly Quinn home even though she’d most likely kill me.

And that brings me to the writing of my latest book, Fraud Twice Felt (Book 2 of the Oddities). I’m writing the climax, which has a lot of characters moving around and a lot of action. I have a villain that appeared in the first book that I’ve come to adore, but I need to somehow resolve his story arc in order for my heroes to move forward to the next book. This villain is charming, suave, but also vicious, like a snake. I’m thinking of making him even cooler to really up the stakes in the climax. (Can’t say how–it would be a major spoiler.)

And then? I probably should kill him, because otherwise everyone knows he’ll continue to be a threat out there, unresolved. But I’m finding I don’t want to kill him!

-Sigh.- And that’s the dilemma of loving your villain.

 

 

Release Day! Part Seven of Deena and the Professor

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Finally!  This segment in Deena’s serial BDSM romance took me forever to write, but it’s finally here. This part features MMF and is over 10k, making it one of the longest chapters in Deena Hancock’s tale of romance between her and her dominant Psychology professor, Alex Sturm. For a limited time, you can get it on Amazon for just 99 cents!  Also part of Kindle Unlimited.

Amazon link:  https://www.amazon.com/M%C3%A9nage-Trois-Alpha-Romance-Professor-ebook/dp/B01JHSG5BS/

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Description:

College student Deena’s hopelessly in love with her Psychology professor, Alex Sturm. He’s been marking off each item on her list of SEXUAL FANTASIES, teaching her how to SUBMIT, and showing her what it might be like to serve him as his girl forever. But he keeps insisting that he’s only introducing her to her own sexuality. Once her list is done, she fears he’ll walk away.

Coming up is one of her hottest dreams of all—a threesome with the professor and another man! Deena wants to know what it is like to be completely filled. But will the professor still want her if she admits to being such a slut? Her body craves everything it can possibly get, but her heart wants one thing only. To be loved by her gorgeous older man.

(Part Seven of a ten part series; each part will be published monthly. Parts One through Five have been bundled, and then Parts Six through Ten will be bundled as well. Notice for BDSM, anal, and multiple partners.)

EXCERPT:

The professor looked her over. “Are you comfortable now, Deena? Or perhaps this is a better question. Would you prefer that I continue to give you orders?”

There was only one thing she could say to that. She knelt on the carpet. “Yes, Sir. It makes me feel safe.” To know that he had her best interests at heart, even when she didn’t know them herself, was comforting. More, it felt like love, even though she knew he couldn’t possibly feel that way about her.

“Oh that’s hot.” Stephen adjusted his seat, and Deena could tell he was hard by the slight tenting of her trousers. Yes. This was what she wanted, what she needed. As long as Sir was calling the shots, she was ready for anything.

The professor laughed. “You think? Deena, undress for us. No need to make a show. I want you to suck on Stephen’s dick. Make him nice and ready so that he can fuck you.”

A moan escaped Deena before she could hold it back. It was like someone had set a torch to her; heat traveled all down her body, and her juices flowed. Without another word, she stood up and turned around. Even though Professor Sturm hadn’t asked for a show, she was going to give him a little of one. Would he be jealous of her sucking on another man’s dick? Or was he like her, and figured the more people, the hotter the sex?

Arching, she pulled her own zipper down her back, exposing skin and the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Deena peeled the dress down, to reveal that she was wearing panties tonight—black lacy ones. Once her dress had slipped to the floor, she stepped out of it, leaving on her high heels. Then slowly she bent over, showing off her ass to the two men, and taking her time as she pulled her panties down.

“Oh Deena. You are gorgeous,” Stephen said, almost in awe.

Deena turned around so that she could see his expression, see the lust in his eyes. She fed off that lust, feeling her body responding, becoming looser, more aroused. Cupping her breasts, she showed them off to Stephen, even going so far as to rub her nipples. It sent electric waves of pleasure for her. I’m so naughty. I think I like being naughty.

This time Stephen didn’t say anything, but his eyes devoured her, as he began rubbing himself through his slacks. His length was clearly defined in the pants, and it looked thick and long. No wonder the professor liked teaming up with Stephen!

Deena dropped to her knees and crawled over to Stephen. While her gaze was on him, she was keenly aware of the professor’s eyes on her, on his attention. It made her skin sizzle, the knowledge that Professor Sturm enjoyed watching her, enjoyed showing her off. She’d had a taste of that when he’d jerked off watching her and Stacy…and then of course he’d joined in, unable to resist.

This time she knew he’d be actively participating. She couldn’t wait.

Positioning herself between Stephen’s legs, she kneeled up, giving him a diabolical smile as she slowly worked his belt open. Deena surprised herself with her confidence. She could remember back in high school when she’d been so shy, not even able to flirt with anyone. How she’d changed! “Sir, do you have any special instructions for me?” She unbuttoned Stephen’s slacks and eased the zipper down. Boy, he was rock hard for her!

“I’m quite enjoying what you’re doing now, Miss Hancock. I think it would be appropriate for you to show Stephen what you’ve learned.” The professor was rubbing himself through his own pants again as he watched them.

Stephen licked his lips. “Maybe I could cum down her throat. You know I’ll be up for more later. It would give us some time to really play with her.” He looked at the professor beseechingly.

Deena ran her thumb along the hard ridge in Stephen’s boxer shorts. Silk—nice. She felt him twitch, and delighted in the idea that she was causing this, even as the two men were speaking.

The professor’s gaze grew even more heated. “Hm. What do you think, Deena? Want to have cum in all three of your holes tonight?”

The way he said it made Deena moan, her pussy and ass clenching. “Yes, Sir!” Did she sound too eager? At the moment, she didn’t care. If she was going to be a slut, she would be the biggest slut she could be.

Stephen took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Oh yeah. Let me see those lips wrapped around my cock, sweetie. You are so beautiful. Do you know that?” He petted her hair. While it was nice, it didn’t have the same effect on Deena that the professor’s petting had done before.

He doesn’t have that same intensity to him. He’s friendly, but I don’t get that rush of power, of Sir commanding me.

“Thank you…” Deena looked to Professor, wondering what she should call Stephen. Was it rude to call him by his first name? She couldn’t even recall his last name anymore; not with his cock straining to be freed right in front of her face.

“You may call him Stephen,” the professor said as if reading her mind. “I am your only Sir—at the moment.” He smiled, and Deena wanted to dance for joy. This was what she wanted!

Now if only she could find a way to make it permanent.

And this is only the beginning of their evening . . . read more to find out what happens!

Progress report for July

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Apparently it’s been a while since my last WIP progress report, which gives a hint as to how busy my life has been. The edits to the first Oddities book kicked my butt, as did my working from home and personal life. I’m hoping things will start to smooth out as we head into fall. Look for the next Deena book coming out in a few days!

 

Current WIPs:

1. Fraud Twice Felt (The Oddities Book 2, paranormal M/M suspense), now at 80,609 words, estimated to be about 90k. I’m writing the climax scene! Due to publisher by October 1.

2. Fae Fortunes (YA M/M paranormal), currently at 44,037 words, estimated 65k.

3. Deena and the Professor (Trudy Judd, BDSM romance), Seven out of 10 parts written, first 6 parts published, currently at 476 words on Part 8 (estimated to be 8k).

4. Fantasy novel currently at 81,352 words, total will be 110k. Right now this one is the lowest of my priorities.