Monday, July 20, 2015

Dirty Talking Heroes

Sex. I make no bones over the fact that I enjoy writing it, and I think the key to writing love scenes effectively is being comfortable with the subject matter. But what plays an even bigger part for me is being able to really get into my character’s heads during those scenes. Writing from the hero’s point of view can be a challenge sometimes, but one I absolutely enjoy. When the hero is calling the shots, I know that sexy things are on the horizon, and the heroine better be ready to have her panties rocked off. 

I think that as female readers, we tend to let the hero get away with a lot more sexually than the heroine, and that particularly holds true with dirty talk in the bedroom. I’ll admit it, I’m a big fan of the dirty talk. Love to read it and love to write it. Almost all of my heroes have a tendency to use it during intimate times with their ladies. But I don’t just employ it for the raunch factor or to titillate. I view it as a dose of reality, since the majority of men don’t tend to speak in flowery terms. That’s a huge part of the draw for me when writing in the hero’s voice. After all, there’s something incredibly sexy about a man who will tell his lady love in precise, explicit terms exactly what he plans to do to her in bed. Or in the shower, on the kitchen counter, backseat of the car…Well, you get the picture. Regardless, writing heroes with wonderfully dirty minds is always a fun part of my job as an author. But how about you? Do you like your love scenes on the explicit and smexy side with frank language? Or do you prefer more flowery or even left behind closed doors?

As far as my heroes go, it’s probably safe to say that pretty much all of them qualify as dirty talkers, but Ty from Three Ways to Wicked is definitely the reigning dirty tongued devil. For a taste of his wickedness take a gander at the excerpt below. Just be warned, it features super hot NSFW m/m smexiness!


Three ingredients for a hot summer: sun, sand, and sizzling sex.

Following a nasty breakup with her ex, Kayla English is eager to get her erotic writing mojo back on track. Except progress on her current book has flatlined, right along with her belief in happily-ever-after.

Solution? Two weeks of solitude in the Florida sun thanks to some friends’ generous offer to house-sit their place on the beach. She didn’t count on having roommates—or on getting the sexiest peepshow of her life.

Seven years after an intimate encounter rocked their worlds, business partners Tyler Bishop and Gibb Masters have kept things strictly in the friend zone. A recent storm has left them homeless, though. They figure moving into Ty’s parents’ place is preferable to roughing it elsewhere, even if it means resisting the temptation to slip between the sheets with Kayla…and each other.

As the days heat up, so does their three-way attraction. But when emotions run deeper than any of them expect, three wary hearts must decide if it’s worth the risk to write their own HEA.

Warning: This book brings the dirty. We’re talking dirty sex in an outdoor shower, on a boat, and on the kitchen counter with a dirty-mouthed Casanova. In other words, all the good stuff with a side of glow-in-the-dark body paint.


The warning bells rang in Gibb’s ears half a second too late. He took a staggering step backward. Shaken to his core, he scraped his palm over his mouth, disturbed to find that he could still taste the lingering essence of Ty…and it aroused him. Big time. Even the potent, seductive echo of Ty’s aftershave made Gibb’s balls ache. Not fucking good.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” He’d been using that particular phrase way too often lately. Unable to look Ty in the eye, he spun on his heel and strode inside the shop on legs that suddenly seemed like they’d been injected with jelly. He managed to make it as far as the chart table before the telltale scuff of Ty’s dock shoes announced his approach. Steeling himself for the looming confrontation, he turned to face Ty.

“What in the living fuck was that?”

“Nothing. Drop it.”

Storm clouds darkened Ty’s face. “Not gonna happen. You can’t plant a kiss like that on me and blow it off as nothing.”

Queasy panic vised Gibb’s chest. He’d really screwed the pooch this time. First Kayla and now Ty. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he bound and determined to destroy every friendship he had?

“I wasn’t thinking straight.” He winced at the unintentional pun.

A wide grin dispersed Ty’s previous peevishness, and he advanced on Gibb. “You damn well know I’m dying to make a smartass crack right now. But I’m not gonna. Know why?”

He had a bad feeling Ty would fill him in regardless if Gibb wanted him to or not.

“You stopped thinking and you kissed me. Flat-out went for it. Balls to the wall. No hesitation. No giving yourself too much time to second-guess the moment. That is one miraculous breakthrough. And a good thing, way I see it.”

Gibb didn’t bother hiding his skepticism as he squinted at Ty. “Me kissing you is a good thing?”

“Maybe it is.” Ty sidled closer, his presence infiltrating every square inch of Gibb’s breathing space. Heat, sweat and the citrusy aftershave that’d tormented Gibb earlier radiated from Ty, poking at Gibb’s defenses.

The heavy-lidded sultriness of Ty’s gaze reached deep inside Gibb, to that scary place where uncomfortable desires ruled. Heart knocking, he attempted to scoot away from temptation, but his traitorous feet remained rooted in place. Ty inched closer, until the hard ridge of his erection nudged Gibb’s hip. “Maybe it’s a really good thing.”

Perspiration trickled down Gibb’s spine. Blood rushed in his ears. He was excruciatingly aware of every breath Ty released because they seemed perfectly synchronized with his own ragged inhalations, until Gibb was certain his lungs were saturated with pure, undiluted Ty.

Without warning, Ty’s middle and index fingers tucked between the buckle and waistband of Gibb’s jeans. Gibb jolted in reaction. Unfortunately, his dick piped in with its own response—namely, a hot surge against his fly. His blood sluiced a wild zip line through his veins, chugging a familiar refrain. Danger, danger, danger.

The last time Ty had taken his teasing too far, his mouth ended up hugged around Gibb’s cock. The taunting memory refused to budge from Gibb’s mind, and he suspected Ty was all too aware of the fact.

“The Day-Glo ninja is out of the closet, and no way I’m gonna let you shove it back in there.” Ty’s fingers dipped lower, perilously close to brushing the head of Gibb’s cock. “Ain’t gonna let you pretend that kiss meant nothing. Just like I’m not gonna let you pretend that night never happened. Because it did. There’s no mistaking it, because I’ve been rehashing every second of it for the past seven years. Wondering if my memory’s faulty, or if the feel of you coming down my throat, all hot, slippery and pulsing, is as fucking incredible as I’ve made it out to be in my head.”

Gibb lost the ability to swallow properly. Or to think. No doubt that’d make Ty fucking ecstatic. “We were drunk.”

“I’m stone-cold sober right now. How ’bout you?”

Before Gibb could formulate even a half-assed response, Ty’s hand slid the extra few inches necessary to wrap around Gibb’s cock. Ty pumped him in a fluid glide that officially murdered the remaining brain cells Gibb claimed ownership of. That became apparent the second he breached the scant millimeter separating his mouth from Ty’s. His desperate moan working its way loose, he crushed Ty’s lips in a hungry, devouring kiss, his fingers cramping as they clamped the back of Ty’s neck and their tongues tangled together in a slick collision.

Holy hell. In the dimmest recesses of his mind, he acknowledged that he should be freaked the fuck out over kissing a man, whether it was Ty or not. Yeah, weird didn’t begin to describe it. And loving it as much as he did? Only complicated the situation further.

Ty’s teeth scraped Gibb’s bottom lip, shooting shivers of pleasure throughout every nerve receptor in Gibb’s body and temporarily muting the doubts raging in his head. His dick throbbed and thickened in Ty’s grip, and Ty moaned in approval before sliding his fingers through the precome glossing the tip.

“Fuck yeah. Slippery like I remember.” Ty’s next words prompted a decadent shudder through Gibb. “I want to suck every fat inch of this bad boy. Feel you shoot all hot and creamy down my throat. Right fucking now.”


Ty licked the seam of Gibb’s lips with a raunchy glide of his tongue before fumbling with Gibb’s belt. Somewhere through the crazy haze of lust, Gibb had the sense to remember they were standing in the lobby of Master Charters. Not exactly the best place to be on the receiving end of an illicit, albeit incredible blowjob courtesy of his best friend. At least not without the door closed and locked.
Gibb’s focus cruised to the entrance—and stalled on the unexpected sight of Kayla standing there with her jaw hanging to her knees.

His stomach pitched in tandem with the blood rushing from his head.

Her eyes practically overtaking her face, Kayla took a stumbling step back. “I’m sorry. I—” A red stain spread across her cheeks when Ty quickly slipped his hand from Gibb’s pants and jerked his gaze in her direction. Her loud swallow echoed in the strained silence. “I decided to take you up on your invitation of a boat ride, and… Aw hell.

Without uttering another word, she turned and fled from the damning scene like a fire had been lit beneath her feet.




  1. Damn. Now that's the way to wake up on a Monday morning!