Sunday, March 10, 2013

VBT Tour: Love Thy Neighbor's Nephew by Stephanie Williams

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Love Thy Neighbor's Nephew
by Stephanie Williams
Genre(s): Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance 
Category(ies): Interracial/Multicultural, May-December
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release Date: January 18, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 29,800

Yolanda Paterson found the perfect man. He’s kind, helpful, smart, and sexier than any Playgirl cover model. He does things to her body that should be considered illegal in some states. What more could a woman need, right? There’s just a couple of problems. One, he’s a younger man, and two—and this is a big one—he’s her best friend’s nephew.

Having completed a teaching internship at Yale, Lawrence returns home. It’s great to see his Aunt Lizzy and Uncle Hank. It’s amazing to see Yolanda Paterson. He’d had the typical neighborhood boy crush on her. But now, he’s a grown man with needs…and he needs his aunt’s best friend.

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Read an exciting excerpt:

“Wow, that’s a serious toolbox,” she said as she let Lawrence inside.

“It’s Uncle Hank’s. He doesn’t seem to get much use of it.” He turned and winked at her.

“Yeah, Liz and I noticed.”

He followed her to the kitchen, set the toolbox on the table, and picked up the fallen cabinet. “It’s chipped here on the corner, too. I noticed it earlier, when I saw it lying on the floor.”

“Probably when it fell.” Yolanda returned to her laptop to finish a client’s web page. “Let me know if you need any help.”

“Nah, I got everything under control. I brought something to fix it good as new. You might want to put some cotton in your ears though. I have to use the power saw to cut through the wall.”

“Goodness. Are you sure you can handle this? Maybe we should get a professional.”

“Hey, are you doubting my handyman prowess?” he asked, quirking his brow

“Sorry.” The last comment made her think about his other skills. Good Lord, she needed to stop thinking of him in a sexual way. Okay, he was too young for her and he was also her best friend’s nephew. Those facts alone should do it.

He laughed. “I told you, I got it all under control.”

“Huh? Oh, great.” She gathered up her laptop and moved to the kitchen’s center island. She sat on the stool, getting a good view of Lawrence and making sure nothing unexpected happened, like the ceiling caving in.

He put on his safety glasses, plugged in the power saw, and turned it on. She covered her ears. It was loud. He cut into the wall, and dust and debris flew all over the place.

“Oh hell!” he yelled, and turned off the machine.

Yolanda leapt from the stool. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing about the walls. But I’m wearing my favorite shirt, and I’m getting stuff all over it.” He set down the power tool, stripped off his shirt, and folded it neatly, placing it on the table.

She stared, memorized. His body was just short of mythical. When did he have time to develop muscles like those? Does he work out for hours, or is it genetics? And why am I drooling?

Guest Post:

Why Am I asked If I’m Writing What I know For This Genre?

Hello fellow Erotica writers. I’m going to pose a question to you that you might not even have thought about.

I didn’t until the other day, when a friend of a friend asked me what I did for a living. I told him that I own a home business export/import trade company and I’m a writer.

He was fascinated with the writer part. Only natural. Of course he wanted to know what I wrote. I told him that now, I’m moving towards my passion, which are mysteries and espionage, but currently I’ve written nothing but erotica/romantica. I explained to him what romantica was.

Then there was silence and a sly smirk on his face. Then he asked: “So, are you writing what you know?”

Okay, why is it I get asked this question for this genre?

Have you had this experience? I mean seriously folks. No one asks me, when I tell them I’m outlining a murder mystery that I’m about to write, if I know about guns and how to kill someone in a dark alley with a silencer.

My espionage works, that I tell them I’m doing research on. They don’t ask me if I have a spy ring, or if I work for the C.I.A. or even if I know someone that works for Homeland Security. Or if I caught any bad guys that I can’t talk about.

They don’t even ask if my real name is Stephanie and if I had work done on my face to hide my true identity.

Noooo. When they hear erotica, they’re really curious about that. And what they are really asking is this: “Have you done any of this kinky stuff you write about?”

Look folks, I’m not going to lie, there are some things that I have experienced and are able to put pen to paper so to speak, with some sort of authenticity. Not telling you what genre in my erotica books, but you do have to know a little something first hand, right?

But most of my knowledge in this genre is just from reading in that genre.

Just like many of you, you have your favorite erotica fetish books and your favorite author that writes in that fetish. You probably have a couple of shelves with a stack of TBR books, and a hard drive full of pdf files of the latest releases.

You also probably have a few non-fiction books on a particular fetish, be it BDSM, Dom/sub, Ménage or whatever tickles your fancy. More than likely, you also interviewed some people. I know one author that interviewed a couple that are heavily into BDSM.

So why do people (non-writers that is), assume that we all practice what we write when it comes to erotica or any book on sex?

Because sex sells baby. That is the one thing that strikes some sort of cored with every human being. Whether people get on their soapbox and become super pious, or they sneak the latest porn DVD into the house and watch late at night—or watch HBO Midnight. Sex is the one thing we humans are always curios about.

Like I mentioned earlier, no one asked me about the corpse I had lying in the den with four gunshots to the head, but a vial of poison in his hand.

They didn’t even want to know what kind of poison it was!

But boy, they want to know what it’s like to be handcuffed and spanked!

“I wouldn’t know that,” I would say with my arms crossed defensively over my chest.

I get one or two looks.

The look of, Yeah Right, or the look of disappointment.

So tell me my fellow erotica, romantica or smut writers. Has this ever happened to you? How do you handle it? I’m curious to know. WINK WINK

A Little About The Author

My name is Stephanie Williams. I am a native of Los Angeles, born 47 years ago. I am a full-time home business owner in the export/import trade as well as a contract Purchasing Agent for a medical facility. I enjoy opera, classical music and am a huge history buff. Reading is my passion and it’s not unusual for me to read a book a week whether it’s War and Peace or short stories by Poe and of course romance and erotica. I’ve traveled extensively and it’s not unusual to find me celebrating Christmas in the Land Down Under with a shrimp on the Barbie.

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  1. Thanks so much for having me here! *SMOOCHES*

  2. Great post Steph! Love the book! And that is so true if we were writing about murder no ones asking if we've ever killed anyone. Well done!


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