Erotic Romance Author
Welcome to my blog today! We have the talented Rae Spencer with us this week and I'm excited for you to learn more about her. I met her on Twitter and we have become good friends.
Rae describes herself as an eclectic recluse working as a paper-pusher living in Harveys Lake Pennsylvania. She is the author of the erotica novellas “Beyond A Proposition” and "For Everything," and the short story “Cigány Flame” included in the anthology “Indulgence” by Lazy Day Publishing.
She started reading romance novels in middle school and began writing in high school and claims reading historical romance’s played a huge role in helping her pass high school History. After years of writing in the closet, Rae decided to take a chance and joined a poetry workshop. Through the camaraderie and gentle nudges of her friends, Rae took the leap toward submissions.
Rae’s writing lets her live her fantasies and give her imagination the freedom needed to flourish. Her biggest desire for her stories is simply for those who read them to lose themselves in the stories, temporarily leaving the dredge of reality behind.
She is a dreamy Libra and coffee aficionado wrapped in a tiny package and a peanut M&M fanatic, a girly-girl rocker and butterfly lover.
Tonya: Rae, welcome to my space and I'm glad to have you here all week. Readers love to know more about their authors. Tell us a bit about yourself.
Rae: Tonya, thank you for allowing me to meet your readers. I am a shy wallflower and an introvert. I like to hula-hoop, cross-stitch and have three misfit pets, 2 dogs and a cat. Two of my favorite things are butterflies and lilies. I have been on my own a long time and have a tendency to be far too independent and stubborn for my own good, or so I‘ve been told. Also, I am know n for getting lost in the stories I read and write.
Tonya: Do you have a day job?
Rae: Unfortunately, but needs must be met, lol. I work as a paper pusher, phone answerer, and the face in the showroom for a local construction company.
Tonya: We hate when the real world has to interfere with our writing, for sure! 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?
Rae: Not really, I just have to have the story in my head waiting for me to write it out. Although I do prefer to listen to music or have the TV on when I am writing.
Tonya: Do you have a card file where you keep story ideas? Where do they come from?
Rae: hmmm… not really a card file, more like a document folder, I do most of my writing on the computer. Some come from my own fantasies and obsessions and some just come from something I heard or saw. I am a poet too and I find a lot of my stories, plots and characters develop from a poem I wrote and when I don’t currently have a story in my head I go through some of my older poems and look for inspiration for a new story.
Tonya: Are you a daytime writer, nighttime writer, and do you have to be alone to write?
Rae: I can write at time, it really depends on my mood and how much of the story is rolling in my head. I don’t have to be alone to write, I am used to there being a lot of noise and kids around while I write so I like there to be background noise. I find if it is too quiet, I end up just daydreaming and accomplishing nothing.
Tonya: Do you write better when you first have an idea of what your characters look like or do you write, then add character looks?
Rae: I usually have my characters looks first. They appear as an image in my head usually based off someone I met or saw that tickled my fancy. The story unfolds like a movie I have to transcribe, which can be very difficult at times, especially when everything moves in fast forward.
Tonya: I totally understand seeing your book as a movie in your head! I love it when it comes through that way! We’re dying to hear about your latest book. What can you tell us without spoiling the storyline?
Rae: My latest story is “Cigány Flame,” part of the anthology “Indulgence” released through LazyDay Publishing. It is a short erotic story based on a traveling carnival troupe called the “Cirque Romani” and has a paranormal twist. It is flaming hot!
Tonya: Where can our readers find you and your books?
Rae: I can usually be found on Twitter, (I think I am addict) and other social networking sites. My books are available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and All Romance and my links are listed below.
Tonya: Is there anything else you want to tell our readers?
Rae: I am hopelessly addicted to Nickelback; well I should clarify and say their music, although I do love to tweet with them simply because I enjoy the cheap thrill running along my nerves when they respond. I love my hula-hoop, enjoy the exercise it gives me, and love to hoop in my front yard. I consider popcorn to be an acceptable lunch or dinner since it is a vegetable, LOL.
Tonya: OMG! I thought I was the only one who changed out popcorn for a meal! LOL What is your favorite nighttime snack?
Rae: Bailey’s coffee with whipped cream, not really a snack food, but it is my guilty pleasure.
Tonya: Mmmm….one of my favs too. Do you like toppings on your ice cream?
Rae: Hot fudge, marshmallow and peanuts are the bomb.
Tonya: What’s your favorite meal - Italian, Mexican, Thai, etc?
Rae: Hmmm… I am a carnivore at heart… good old-fashioned beef and potatoes, although stick some hot fudge and sprinkles/peanuts in a cup and I just might consider that dinner. Back to being serious, I’ve included excerpts of each of my books for our readers to enjoy:
Beyond A Proposition:
"It is what?" he whispered, his head lowered toward hers.
Skye’s eyes flared wide, she pushed herself into the wall. She didn't want him kissing her, anything but that. His head turned, his mouth brushed her cheek, slid down her neck placing kisses and gentle bites.
Skye couldn't help herself. She arched her neck in response. God it felt so good. So good to be touched. To be wanted. She was fast losing the battle, and knew she could never win the war.
"Why don't we give it a try," he whispered by her ear, as his tongue played with the lobe before his teeth closed.
Skye opened her mouth, instead of words, a gasp escaped as his left hand cupped her breast, his thumb brushing across her nipple. Her eyes closed. She wouldn’t stop what was happening. She wanted him, consequences be damned. She wanted to be loved by this man, even if it was only for one night. She wasn't with anyone, he wasn't with anyone; they wouldn't be hurting anyone.
His mouth moved along her neck as his other hand slid down her shoulder to cup her other breast.
Skye gasped again, his thumbs brushed in unison along her nipples then pushed each one in. She moaned. Will could do whatever he wanted. She was his. Skye opened her eyes and stared into his blue depths.
"I want to make love to you, Skye," Will whispered, "let me."
He took a step back, held out his hand; palm up, the choice hers. If she wanted to leave, to forget him, to forget this, all she had to do was walk to the door and out of his life.
Skye couldn't, she had to experience this just once. God, he was gorgeous. So much a man.
Skye placed her hand in his and took the necessary step forward.
His fingers wrapped around her hand, when she was close enough he placed his face against her neck, gave her a soft gentle kiss before bending and scooping her into his arms heading toward the bedroom.
No going back, the decision made, and Skye was damned to live in her own hell.
“The BBQ.” He poured a little more coffee in his cup, warming it up.
“How long will we be there?” she asked.
“All day and most of the night,” he watched her sip her coffee. “There will be games, music, and lots of food.”
“What kind of BBQ is it?” She shifted in her seat as her fingers played with the rim of her coffee cup.
“A picnic, actually, for the employees, we have one every year.” He took a drink of his coffee, watching her fidget.
She glanced at him. “That’s nice to throw a picnic for your employees. Do you have a lot?”
“A fair few.” He laughed. “It is for those who are year round and those who go on tour with us.”
Lily suppressed the shiver Clay’s laugh caused, lowering her eyes. She stared at his hands… fascinated, wondering if they would be gentle on the skin.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, noticing the blush steal up her face.
“Oh, nothing, just thinking.” She shifted in her seat again, her fingers gripping her coffee cup tightly.
“Care to share.” Clay wondered what she had been thinking to cause such a delightful blush to tint her face.
She wrapped both her hands around her coffee cup. “No.”
He laughed, her face was bright red. “Okay, finish your coffee and we will head out, do you want something to eat first?”
“No, I can eat at the BBQ.” She stood, walking over to the kitchen sink.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
She nodded washing the cup.
He walked up behind her, barely a foot away and Lily inhaled his cologne.
He put the pot back on the machine, placing his coffee cup and the spoon in the sink.
She took a quick breath, quivers racing along her skin from his nearness. She automatically started washing the cup and spoon.
Clay didn’t move from behind her, he could smell the sweet scent of her hair. Leaning forward he placed his hand on her shoulder.
She jumped, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
“Sorry.” He was ecstatic! Lily was reacting to him. He grinned. He would spend the day teasing her and maybe tonight she would let him into her bed, the one place he desperately wanted to be.
“I want you, Maks.” Tzigana reached over moving the picnic basket off the blanket. “I want you my way.”
“How is your way?” Maks watched her glowing brown eyes. He had a very good idea what her way was. He knew it would not hurt him, as long as he didn’t fight. Could he surrender to her? Could he let her be in control?
Tzigana tilted her head, smiling. She pushed her skirt and lace panties down, exposing her lower body to his eyes.
Maks gulped, his eyes roving her body. Her hair billowed behind her as she stood over him, her legs on either side of his hips. She was so beautiful, so full of life and fire.
Tzigana sat down on his abdomen. Her hands roved over his chest, leaning forward she flicked his nipple with her tongue. “Are you game, Maks?”
Maks groaned. He hoped he was capable of submitting to her will temporarily. “Yes, Cigány, whatever you want, I am yours.”
Tzigana stared into his eyes, smiling softly. Her eyes glowed brightly as she reached down, clasping his hands that played at her waist. She slid her fingers into his bringing his hands to her lips. She placed a kiss on each before releasing them.
“Put your hands above your head,” Tzigana demanded.
Maks slowly slid his arms above his head. His hands turned toward each other, fingers barely touching. His eyes fascinated with her glowing, burning ones.
CONTEST - I’d like to hold a contest and two lucky winners will each receive on one copy of For Everything or Beyond A Proposition. The drawing will be Saturday Nov 12.
Beyond A Proposition:
All Romance: http://ow.ly/71DHD
All Romance: http://ow.ly/71DMi
Barnes& Noble: http://ow.ly/743XC