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Love…we LOVE being “in love” so here’s a Happy Valentine’s Day to all the lovers out there.

It funny how the majority of the time, I write in silence EXCEPT when it time to write a hot sex scene. Then, I turn to music for my inspiration because I faced the fact a long time ago, music changes my mental status. I DO get hot and bothered reading my erotic writings and hearing music in the background.

Now when I was writing “You’ve Got Male” where our heroine has just purchased a mail-order groom…honestly, I wanted to hear something gritty, hard, kickass different. I need an aggressive song, one that pushed me over the edge…and I found it in Eminem’s Lose Yourself ( One Chance). From the first thumping beat, I could feel Dina’s new husband, Dubois, taking shape, growing, becoming her man to lose herself in…

For “Fiending for It”, my couples Sexolympics, I know how couples can become stale, lose that “umph” they had at the beginning so I was quick to turn to songs that made me remember how GREAT it was to be happily married. My top choice was my girl, Celine Dion’s Have You Ever Been in Love?. I have to smile whenever I hear it and I’m smiling now as I’m writing and listening to it for the thousandth time…and here is another one that just takes me there… Jennifer Hudson’s Giving Myself Over to You

“Becoming One”…a polyandrist needing to take three husbands down to one? You already know my heroine was hot, smoking and way too much to handle. I needed to pull out the bad girl song for this bad chick. LOL. Set in Nawlings, Mardi Gras and all those things that “push the envelope”, Patti LaBelle crooning her Lady Marmalade.

Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir… anyone? Have a GREAT one!

Syd

First of all, let me say, I really wanted to showcase the cover of my upcoming release entitled….I WANT IT NOW! (yes, all caps and exclamation marks) however, it’s not ready yet. So instead, I thought I’d tell you guys a little more about me.

1.  I am a reformed writing vampire. When my child was in high school, I really couldn’t get into writing until after he’d quieted down for the night, usually ten o’clock or after. Then I’d write until one or two in the morning. Now that he’s entered college, my schedule has also changed. I write earlier, get to bed earlier…but here is the funny part. Though I have more time to write, I seem to write less.

2.  When I’m not in author mode, I am a veterinarian by profession. I was the Navy wife who humped from city to city with my hubby, curing –and I’m sure at least one disgruntled soul will say killing–man’s best friend and associated species. Amazingly though, I’ve gone from 5 animals crawling all over to the house to one spastic Heinz 57 who refuses to budge across my threshold.

3.  I cannot claim the “I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was a kid” title. I am a late comer to the writing world. Now I was an avid reader, devouring at least 5 titles a week, but trying writing….nope. It’s funny how I actually got into writing. Stress made me do it. Unfortunately, my marriage was going south and writing–not journaling–but writing about this sometimes ridiculous ride we call life became my outlet. I showed my work to some people, they showed it to others and before you know it, encouraged, I mailed it to an agent and….Wallah! Here I am.

4. Even though I’ve made more money writing erotica/romantica, my favorite genre is mystery and suspense. I cut my teeth on those Reader’s Digest Condensed books. It was where I first heard of John le Carre (Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy) and Robert Ludlum (Bourne Identity/Supremacy series), some of my suspense favorites.

5.  In my spare time, I am the pianist/organist for my church. I trained classically for 9 years in my youth, competing at the state level, but now I only play for church. While trotting around with my hubby, I didn’t even play at all for 13 years…but when I moved back, they needed a pianist, and I’m not one to back down when a need is obvious…so, I cracked the knuckles, pulled out my exercise notebook (Schubert, I think) and off I rode.

6.  And last year at Mardi Gras, I found out there was no “Kink” in my kinky side…anywho, wish I could provide more details but you know what they say, “What happens in Nawlins, stays in Nawlins.”

Peace out.

Sigh.

Once again I sit here and watch as another of our sisters goes through some mega love-stress. This time its Silda Spitzer’s face as her only-remorseful-since-I-got-caught husband admits to his 5 month/$80,000 passion for prostitutes.

Talk about a set back. My muse took a vacation after that. I’m just now getting up the energy to drag her out into my creative mind.

Why is true love so…complicated for many? What is so hard about you love me and I love you and we care enough to make good choices for each other? I’m sure at no time did Silda think that her “for worse” vows would ever be expanded to include a whore…or two. So what made old Jim throw everything he had away–power, position, family, wife–on a $5000 an hour whore? (Jim, you really should check out the going prices. $5000 is a bit steep, don’t you think?)

**stepping off my platform**

OK, my latest for Kensington’s Satify Me III, Driving My Man Wild, is coming along nicely. I told you I’m writing only married people sex from here on out and boy am I having a good time. Let’s just say, a trunk full of love letters sets the sparks aflying in couple whose flame has dimmed a bit. But not by the end. By the end, even you should hear the cannons booming, see the fireworks exploding, feel the vibrations in your feet…and elsewhere.

Y’all have a great weekend.

Peace out.

Syd

Yep, the title is correct. Believe it or not, married sex has become a writing fetish of mine. Having been married for–let’s just say I almost got the dust from Moses’ march across the Red Sea–I realize that hot, steamy passion is thought to diminish over time. We are taught to expect this.

But why is that? Honestly, I can’t live a life without passion. As long as I’m able to “use what my mama gave me” I will. And I refuse to have pitiful, dragging “married people’s sex” in real life or in my character’s lives. Why can’t the sheets being on fire be the norm not the exception? Why does married sex and boring pop up on the word association game.

I write how I like living for the most part. There is always an element of “me” in every story. How miniscule or humongous it is, I won’t tell, but I’m there. (I’m a big voyeur) So when there is an opportunity to put a fresh marital dating idea out there or situation or X_my choice here__ I seize it. As Tyra says, I become “fierce!”

Again why?

If I write it well, he will come…and come….and come.

Win win all the way around.

Peace out

Syd