"Deep in my heart, I know there’s no promise I’ll be free from trouble in this life. In fact, I’m usually either getting out of trouble, currently in trouble, or about to meet trouble around the next corner."...... I hope you'll stick around for my "Lucille Ball/Gracie Allen" adventures. It promises to be a wild ride.
I am so very proud to introduce a debut author, and a personal friend of mine today, M.J. Kane. M.J. and I met at a Writer's Conference a few years ago in Florida, and been each other's cheerleaders ever since! Thank you M.J. for allowing me the privilege of being part of your big day!
Ebonyis a smart, sexy, career-oriented black woman who wants nothing more than a summer fling with a man who challenges her mind and body. What she doesn’t expect is a blond haired, blue-eyed bass player—who won’t take “no” for an answer—to accept the challenge.
When Ebony’s attempt at a brief fling turns into more, despite negative reactions from friends and family, she finds juggling love, family, and career are nothing compared to the ultimate betrayal she endures. Now her dreams spiral into lies and secrets that threaten her future and her best friend’s trust.
Kane stumbled into writing. An avid reader, this stay at home mom never lost
the overactive imagination of an only child.
As an adult she made up stories,
though never shared them, to keep herself entertained. It wasn’t until
surviving a traumatic medical incident in 2006 that she found a reason to let
the characters inhabiting her imagination free.
Upon the suggestion of her husband, she commandeered his laptop and
allowed the characters to take life. It was that, or look over her shoulder for
men caring a purple strait jacket. And the rest, as they say, is history.
longer a television addict, if M.J. isn’t reading a book by one of her favorite
authors, she’s battling with her creative muse to balance writing and being a
wife and mother. She resides in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia with her high
school sweetheart, four wonderful children, and two pit bulls. MJ can often be
found hanging out at the local library where she is director of a local
writer’s group, or online connecting with readers and other authors. Other
activities she enjoys include: creating custom floral arrangements, assisting
her children in their creative pursuits of music and art, and supporting her
husband’s music production business, 3D Sounds.
can find MJ on social networking sites, sharing writing tips, talking about
music, life, and family. She’s always excited to meet new people. Connect with
her via the websites below.
One of the key things people look for when reading a romance novel is the sex scenes. Let’s face it; no matter how much some of us would rather not admit it, it’s true. Thus the reason why the erotica genre is such a huge hit, you know exactly what you’re paying for.
I prefer books with a great plot line and sex scenes with meaning, not just scenes that are there for the sake of the act. In the beginning, the idea of writing about sex made me nervous. I have four kids so I know a few things, but successfully putting the act down on paper without it coming off as pornographic, yet tasteful…well, it takes a lot of practice, no pun intended!
So, imagine how much fun it is to write about sex with a house full of kids!
When I develop a storyline, the first scene that comes to mind is how the characters respond to one another the first time they make love. Is it passionate? Rushed, frantic, for fun? What, if any, expectations do they have? Is it a one-night stand, or do one, or both, characters want more out of the relationship? From there I work backwards to determine how they meet. Was the attraction undeniable, or was it a love/hate relationship? From there the story line flows.
But, no matter how much of an imagination I have, or how creative I get, actually WRITING the act can be hard with a house full of kids. Yep, it’s just as bad as when you’re trying to enjoy that special moment with your mate in the middle of the night and suddenly SOMEBODY has a tummy ache!
To set the mood for writing, I generally light a candle, pull up the pictures of the actors I’m using as my character ‘template’, and put Herb Alpert’s, ‘Making Love in the Rain’, on repeat. It never fails that as soon as I am mentally ‘there’ with my characters, one of my kids feels the need to ask me a question. Mood killer! To make it worse my oldest son, who is 17, always seems to sneak up on me when I’m in the middle of writing or editing the scene. His first instinct is to read whatever is on the screen, which immediately results in him yelling, “Mom!” After the fifth time, I had to explain that no, mom is not just writing about sex. There is actually a story within these pages. I swear he seems to have an instinct as to when sex is happening. He never shows up behind me when dialogue is being written, just the sex stuff!
Despite the minor, ahem, inconveniences, of children interrupting my characters - who don’t even have kids- the scenes are still written and my characters are happy!
Check out this scene of my debut novel, A Heart Not Easily Broken. The characters, Ebony and Brian, have moved well beyond the first kiss and are at the pivotal point of their relationship. Brian has taken Ebony to his parents’ house to meet his family. As they wait for dinner to be served, Brian takes her on a tour of the house which leads them to his childhood bedroom...
I put the photo down and picked up another. A low clicking noise drew my attention. Brian leaned against the closed bedroom door, his eyes intent on me.
My heart kicked up a notch. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t say a word when he walked over and removed the frame from my grasp. He pulled my arms around his neck and slid his hands around my waist. His lips came for mine, taking exactly what he wanted. His kisses before had been soft with a hint of heat, but not now. Now he took possession of my mouth without holding back. There was no question, only demand.
I gave in to him, accepting his tongue eagerly as I offered him mine. A sigh of pleasure escaped me when he pushed me against the dresser, his mouth leaving mine and traveling from my chin to my throat. His hands roamed the length of my body, down to my butt and squeezed.
“Shh…” he murmured, coming back to my mouth.
I arched as his hands journeyed back and found the hem of my shirt. He pushed the fabric up and slipped rough fingers over bare skin. My breath heaved in and out, as I struggled to breathe. My hips pushed against his firm body and rubbed against the desire evident in his pants. I could feel every firm inch of him. I tried to pull my hands free of his shoulders so I could run them over his body, but to no avail. He kept my arms trapped.
“No, I don’t have enough control. All I want is a sample.” His voice was thick with need as his mouth went back for mine.
“Oh, God,” I moaned when his attention turned to the side of my throat. I struggled to keep my voice down when he began grinding against me.
I was on the verge of coming, right then and there. Just as I was about to cry out, Brian covered my mouth with his, swallowing my gasp while torturing me even more with his body.