Thank you
for inviting me to your blog today Hunter, it’s lovely to be here.
I’m talking
about my muse today. I’ve been asked countless times about what has inspired a
story or about my muse. I always have some unexpected (for me) inspiration
behind a story. Even a tiny thing can seed a story for me. I hesitate to name
my muse as any one thing. Certainly, my muses are far away from the traditional
ancient goddesses of the arts. It’s rare for me to have the same muse for two
stories. Unless I have the god of dreams whispering in my ear and simply don’t
know it, I attribute my stories to experiences, scenes, glimpses of other
people’s lives, emotions, sometimes pictures, once or twice, a photograph.
Behind my
love stories is always the thread of hope that somewhere in the world real love
exists for some people. I always write happy endings. I simply have to. It
usually just happens in my story as I write, but if it didn’t I’m sure I would
contrive it.
I have a new
release book from Siren Publishing, Café in the Park. It’s an erotic romance,
which means the bedroom door is open in the love scenes. We get to experience
the passion, lust and love each character has for the other. What inspired Café
in the Park?
Over the
summer, I noticed an upsurge of advertisements for dating agencies. After
seeing a few for a leading matching site, I found myself grinning at the models
used in the visuals for the person a client might meet. Then the idea for a
story of a lonely woman who joins a dating site and actually meets her dream man seeded, but I couldn’t let him be a
normal man, because I don’t really believe in the reality of internet or agency
dating. Maybe I’ve only heard the horror stories. (smiles) The photos on the
dating sites simply didn’t match with the models used in their advertisements
and then I thought what if behind one of those photos lay a gorgeous man who
had to hide his appearance for some reason?
Chris Donato, my hero, in Café in the Park, had to be
different, a fantasy, a paranormal character, so that I could use the idea for
a story at all.
I’ve always been interested in ancient history and know a
few legends that have grown up around sacred sites across the world. I find
Roman history fascinating. I combined a legend I know about a lost Roman legion
and a legend from Native Americans to form the basis for why Chris Donato is
what he is. The premise of his absolute origins still remains vague within the
story because he must retain an air of mystery for me, so let’s just say he is
ancient.
I always fall in love with my characters. Chris, and Emily,
my heroine, are very loveable. Emily is so recognizable, a pretty, intelligent
woman, longing for love and yet without the environment to find it. Chris is
the quintessential paranormal hero, a mystery, an enigma, and yet desperate for
love because of his life experience. He’s also a modern hero, a singer and
guitar player in a rock band, and a competent businessperson. He’s sexy, kind,
gorgeous, adorable, and something else…
Read an excerpt 18+ NSFW
Emily
came with a long, low moan, gasping and writhing on his tongue and fingers.
His
eyes closed, he breathed in her scent. His cock jerked and grew as she groaned
and thrust. This was more than he’d ever felt. It was bliss to hear and feel
her come. He thrust his hard cock on the soft side of the sofa cushion.
Her
hands teased at his ears as she reached down to hold his head.
Instinctively
he knew she wanted to kiss him.
He
let go of her clit regretfully and pulled his fingers from the lovely surround
of her pussy. He kissed lovingly up her stomach to her mouth. His hand cupping
a breast to soak up the softness there, he kissed her between whispers. “You’re
so gorgeous and so sexy. I could make love to you forever. Never leave this
place, never stop.”
Emily
reached one hand to his cock. She shuffled to reach his balls with the other.
She traced there, her fingertips moving over his skin.
Streams
of sensation sent his hips thrusting in little involuntary jerks.
She
tightened her grip on his cock.
“You’re
hard again. That’s so yummy. Stand up. Let me suck you. I want to.”
Chris
didn’t think he could stand up. His legs felt like jelly, but the lure of
having her mouth on his cock was irresistible. He pulled away from her and
stood.
She
shifted to sit on the edge of the sofa. She brought him between her thighs to
kiss the head of his cock.
That
alone nearly made him come.
She
licked along the shaft of his cock, held him, and sucked at the head as if he
was a lollipop.
He
moved to her sucks, his hands fisting in her hair. The feel of her lips going
up and down his cock and the way she took most of his cock into her mouth made
him sweat. He tried not to thrust into her mouth, tried not to grip her head
hard. Sweat trickled down his back between his shoulders and filmed on his
chest muscles.
She
sucked deep until he growled with each one and then his orgasm hit him. It
threw him forward into her mouth. The hot shooting cum filled her mouth and
scorched the lower shaft of his cock as she held his ass and let him thrust
into her mouth.
When
the orgasm finished, the need to fall at her feet was so strong he bent to her
ear.
“Emily,
let’s lie down. I want to hold you close.”
She
took his cock from her mouth. Kissed the head and stood.
“We’ll
go to bed. Let’s go to bed.” She pulled him along by the hand to her bedroom.
Chris
felt so spent, and so loved, with a soft sound of satisfaction, he let her lead
him. When they were in her bedroom, he picked her up and laid her on the quilt.
He kissed her tenderly before he lay down beside her and gathered her against
his body possessively. She was his love now. He would never let her go.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014, Siren Publishing All Rights
Reserved
Available at 10% launch discount on the Siren Publishing
website, Cafe in the Park, erotic, paranormal romance.
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About
Elodie:
Elodie
Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often
with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy,
cool stories and hot love scenes.
Elodie
lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and
writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural
countryside around her home.
She has
also released titles as an individual indie author.
