Welcome to the tenth installment of “You’ll Never Believe…”
For those that don’t know what these new featurettes will be about, here is the scoop! “You’ll Never Believe…” will feature the weirdest questions or encounters that authors have been asked/had. Might be about their books or random things, like meetings in a bathroom where someone asked what brand of toilet paper they normally use. Fun stuff and inside scoops that an author would not normally share.
This time, Kelly (author of recently released sexy-steamy romance “How Sweet It Is“) was asked: “What kind of fan mail does an erotic romance author get?”
You’ll Never Believe… with Kelly Jamieson
This isn’t all that unbelievable but it was something that made me pause.
It was actually something another author said to me, and it didn’t really sink in until later what an odd question it was. The author who shall be nameless writes sweet-ish historical romances and we were introduced by our publisher, who mentioned I write erotic romance. We somehow got talking about fan letters and she said, “What kind of fan mail does an erotic romance author get?”
Well, I was just taken aback by that and wasn’t sure how to answer at first.
My response: “I get emails and messages from readers who tell me how much they love my books, how much they love the characters, how hot my heroes are, and asking me when the next book will be out. Sometimes they ask if a specific secondary character will have their own story. Sometimes they ask for suggestions of what to read next from my back list. Is that different from the kind of fan mail you get?”
After, I started thinking about her question. I don’t know what she thought or why she asked that. Maybe she was envisioning smutty email exchanges or questions about sex positions???
How Sweet It Is isn’t erotic romance but it is a very sexy contemporary romance.
Here’s a short excerpt:
Bradan followed Mirelle into a back storage room, watching her hips move beneath the skirt of her dress, feeling a stirring deep inside him, a powerful tug of attraction. Inside, they both fumbled for a light switch, neither of them sure where it was, their hands colliding on the wall, bodies bumping against each other as they tried to move. In the dim light, he saw her shiny lips part.
He wanted to kiss her. The air sparked around them and heat shot to his groin.
But she stepped away from him, found the switch and lit up the room.
“What is your whole life?”
She blinked at him, standing there in the middle of the small room. “What?”
“What else is in your life?” He rephrased the question and moved closer. He stood near her, looking down at her, and she gazed back up at him.
He laughed. “Bullshit. Why won’t you talk to me, Mirelle? Every time I ask a question that’s even a little bit personal, you shut down.”
“This is business.”
He nodded slowly, still watching her face, the flicker in those green eyes, the way her lips parted and her breath hitched. “You hugged Jerick Ellard the other night.”
Her eyes widened. “What!”
“You hugged him.” His jaw tightened. “You obviously were friends with him and he was a client.” Christ, he sounded like a petulant little boy.
She laughed. “What the hell are you talking about?”
He felt his chin jut out. He stepped closer. “You said we could be friends. The other night.”
“You want me to hug you?” she asked incredulously.
Yeah. Oh hell, yeah. But probably best not to answer that one out loud. He stepped closer and reached out to lift a stray golden strand of hair away from her face, moving it behind her shoulder, taking the opportunity to let his fingers stroke over her soft hair and then brush across her shoulder. “I just want to be friends.”
“Friends.” The word came out on a breath.
“Sure.” He was lying. Through his teeth. He dragged his fingertips up the side of her neck, sliding under her hair where she was so warm, her skin peachy-soft, letting his thumb skim over her small chin, then her bottom lip. Her scent drifted toward him, vanilla and lemon and sugar. It made his mouth water, made him want to inhale her, eat her up. Her eyes darkened as she continued to stare at him. He didn’t just want to be friends with her. He wanted to bang her brains out.
He cupped the back of her neck and pulled her closer, still holding her gaze. He looked at her mouth, soft and pink, a buzzing in his ears, blood rushing to his groin with painful heat, and his eyes closed as he bent his head to kiss her, to breathe her in.
And encountered nothing but air.
He opened his eyes and saw her stepping back from him. Heat burned his face at her rejection.
“What are you doing?” She scowled at him.
He sighed. “I was going to kiss you.”
Here’s the book blurb!
A free-spirited woman…
Eccentric interior designer Mirelle Brasseur is tired of relationships with handsome, charming, fickle men—in other words men just like the father who abandoned her. She’s fun and funky, but takes her career seriously. She’s not about to let a man derail her dreams or wound her heart again.
An ambitious man…
Award winning chef Bradan Hunt is handsome and charming, but he’s always honest with women about his one date-one night rule. Between his best-selling cookbooks, his TV appearances, and his restaurant, he’s too busy for a relationship. He saw what a lack of ambition did to his parents. Bradan wants more. His newest restaurant is going to be the best, so he hires Mirelle to help him design it.
Turn up the heat…
Soon it isn’t just the food sizzling in the kitchen, in spite of Mirelle’s misgivings, as the attraction between the chef and the designer heats up. It will take more than one date-one night for them to overcome their pasts and find a way to cook up a sweet future together.
About Kelly Jamieson
Kelly Jamieson writes romances with heat that’s sweet. Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”. If she can stop herself from reading or writing, she loves to cook. She has shelves of cookbooks that she reads at length. She also enjoys gardening in the summer, and in the winter she likes to read gardening magazines and seed catalogues (there might be a theme here…) She also loves shopping, especially for clothes and shoes. But her family takes precedence over everything else (yes, even writing). She has two teenage children who are the best kids in the world, not that she’s biased, and a wonderful husband who does loads of laundry while she plays on the computer writing stories.
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