Amelia James
Trashy Writer
Erotic Romance
Amelia James started reading steamy romance novels in junior high, but her mom took them away from her, so she started daydreaming instead. After she got married, she wrote some of her naughtier daydreams down and sent them to Playgirl magazine. Two of them got published. She kept daydreaming and writing stories until her dirty stories turned into trashy books.
She lives in Colorado, but she’ll always be a loyal Wisconsin Cheesehead. When she’s not lusting after her next bad boy hero, she looks for inspiration in sci-fi and action movies, football players, bloodsucking lawyers, muscle cars, and kick-butt chicks. Now let's get on with this interview!
Tonya: Readers love to know more about their authors. Tell us a bit about yourself.
Amelia: My name is Amelia James and I am an erotic romance writer. I published two romance novels, Tell Me You Want Me and Secret Storm; an erotic short story collection, The Devil Made Me Do It and a paranormal romance short story, One Wild Night. I’ve been writing stories since the third grade and reading romance since junior high. Yep, I’m addicted.
Tonya: Do you have a day job?
Amelia: I lost my day job in January so I’ve been a stay at home writer ever since. I love it.
Tonya: I'm sure many envy you being able to stay home and write all day! Some of us have things we do to get into the writing frame of mind like music, or drinks. Do you have anything special you do to get into the writing mood?
Amelia: I wake up. I’m a morning person. I do my best writing after a good night’s sleep. Daydreaming about my muse helps too.
Tonya: Do you have a card file where you keep story ideas? Where do they come from?
Amelia: I keep a notebook with me at all times. I also have ideas on my computer. I get most of my ideas from my dirty mind. ;o)
Tonya: If you’re self-published, can you tell us a bit about that and how it’s going for you?
Amelia: After I lost my job, I decided to self-publish because I couldn’t wait months for someone else to decide whether or not they wanted to publish my book. Self-publishing is a lot of hard work and it’s emotionally draining, but it’s rewarding when your marketing efforts start to pay off. It takes time and patience, but I think I’m getting to that point now.
Tonya: Self-publishing is hard; trying to find the balance between writing and marketing but I love it all! Makes us crazy some days but it's well worth it in the end. Are you a daytime writer, night time writer, and do you have to be alone to write?
Amelia: The reason I get up to write at 5am is because no one else in their right mind is up that early.
Tonya: I'm a night writer for the most part; I doubt anyone will ever see me up and writing at 5 am! Do you write better when you first have an idea of what your characters look like or do you write, then add character looks?
Amelia: Personality is more important to me than looks (in real life too), but sometimes knowing what a character looks like can help me develop his/her personality.
Tonya: We’re dying to hear about your latest book. What can you tell us without spoiling the storyline?
Amelia: I’m working on a short story collection about three people: two men and the woman they share (yes, I said share). The stories are each written in first person from a different character’s point of view. The guys, Will and Alex, are best friends and they’re helping Will’s girlfriend, Talia, explore her sexuality. After I finish the stories, I’m going to write a romance novel for Alex, and I may write one about how Will and Talia meet.
Tonya: Those sound like great story lines. We can't wait to see more books by you and I'm sure all your fans are anxious! Where can our readers find you and your books?
Amelia: On Twitter, I’m known as TrashyWriter. My blog is Trashy’s Treasures. You’ll find links to my books, excerpts and short stories. My books are available on Kindle, Nook, and iBooks.
Tonya: Is there anything else you want to tell our readers?
Amelia: Look for a new short story from me in END, An Apocalyptic Anthology coming December 2011 and please comment at the end then hop over and follow my blog to be entered in my contest! Drawing is Saturday, the 17th!
Tonya: What is your favorite night time snack?
Amelia: Lucky Charms
Tonya: Do you like toppings on your ice cream?
Amelia: I’d rather have the toppings in my ice cream.
Tonya: What’s your favorite meal - Italian, Mexican, Thai, etc?
Amelia: Chinese
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Excerpt:
Here’s an excerpt from my work in progress: Her Boyfriend’s Bed
“Where do you want to be licked?” I dragged my tongue along her throat.
“Mmm…that’s a good spot.”
“Where’s your favorite spot?”
Talia’s eyes flashed and she pouted. “You’re a mean bastard.”
“I know. Tell me.”
She grumbled and squirmed. “Between my legs.”
I shook my head. “Tell me exactly.”
“Lick my…pussy.”
“Better. Which part?”
Now she really was confused.
“Some parts are more fun than others.” I flicked my thumb over her clit.
“Oh,” she gasped, “right there.”
“Say the words.”
She chewed her lip. “My button,” she whispered.
“What the hell’s a button?” Will might let her get away with that, but I wouldn’t. “If you don’t tell me, I won’t know where to lick you.”
Talia pressed her lips together.
“Okay, I guess you don’t want it that bad. Good night.” I rolled off her.
“Wait wait wait….” She grabbed my arm and pulled me back to her. “Lick me…please.” Her pathetic blue eyes begged me to do it. She sighed and groaned, rubbing her pussy against my leg and whispering ‘please don’t make me’ into my shoulder. The girl was gonna win an Oscar if she kept up this act, but I didn’t say anything.
Finally, she swallowed hard, looked up at me then looked away. “Lick my clit.”
I barely heard the words, but that was good enough. I flipped her on her back and spread her legs. Her pussy was dripping wet, and I could feel her heat on my face. I nibbled her stomach and her thighs, licking her soft lips. I wasn’t trying to make her say it again, but she did anyway.
“Lick my clit, Alex. Please.”
I flattened my tongue and slapped it over her hot clit. She just about hit the ceiling. Her pussy got hot and dripping wet. She tasted like honey—sticky and sweet. So fucking yummy. I love eating her. I held her down and licked until she was squealing, kicking and ripping skin off my shoulders.
“Don’t stop,” she panted.
“Don’t stop what?” She’s right. I am mean.
“Don’t stop licking my hot cunt!”
Yeah baby! I made her come again—harder—from what I could tell. When she caught her breath, I started in on her again. “Tell me what he won’t do to you.”
I’m glad it took her a long time to answer. I hate to think there’s something missing from their sex life. Will says there isn’t, but I haven’t heard it from her.
“He doesn’t scare me like you do.”
Interesting. I knew she liked to play rough with me. That’s something Will wouldn’t do, but I never knew I scared her. “Do you like that?”
She nodded.
Could I get her to tell me how I did it? “What scares you?” I pushed her thighs apart with my knees and entered her. Sometimes she talks easier if she’s distracted.
“You’re dangerous.” She sighed and her eyes rolled back in her head.
I smiled. That could mean anything. “Why?” I sank in deeper, sliding slow and grinding hard so she could feel all of me.
Her breath caught. “Because you have no boundaries. You like to break rules and you make me break rules.”
She’s right again. I loved pushing her out of her comfort zone. That’s what Will wanted me to do. “I know something that’ll scare you.”
Her eyes grew wide and I felt her heart pound under my chest. “What?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Do you have to ask?”
I laughed. “We won’t do it tonight. I’ll make you wait and wonder what it could be.”
“That’s what scares me.”
“Now let’s get back to fucking in your boyfriend’s bed.” I grinned at her and she groaned. I slammed into her and she cried out. “Do you think he’ll smell our scent, our sex, in his bed?”
“I’m changing the sheets.” Her back arched and her cunt tightened around me.
“What if you waited for him here after I leave? Would he smell my scent on your body?”
“No. I’m taking a shower.”
“Would he taste my cum in your cunt?”
She gasped and slapped my face. It stung but not as much as the first time she did it. “Told you I was gonna play dirty.”
“What if I don’t let you come?”
“Now that’s dirty.”
She smiled and tried to push me off her, but I was ready for it. She bucked underneath me.
“Oh baby, that’s gonna make me come harder.”
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