Category Archive: book

Mar 20 2012

Inside the Mind of a Self-Doubting Writer

  1. Wow. What a great idea! I can’t wait to start on this story. But, wait. How can I make it original without making it suck?

  2. I know! I’ll write a cast of diverse characters, no cookie cutter stereotypes. Plus, my voice and style of writing would lend to the story’s uniqueness.

  3. Wow, I impressed myself. Gotta tell my honey how many words I wrote today and update my Twitter and Facebook pages with the news.

  4. Gosh, I’m tearing through this story. I’ve written so many chapters and even added a few good twists. This is gonna be brilliant! Progress is going great! I can’t wait to share this story with the world. People are gonna love this.

  5. But what if they don’t? What if they don’t like the direction I took the main character? Gosh, maybe I should go back and further clarify why the character made that decision.

  6. While I’m rewriting the scene where the main character makes an important decision, I might as well reread the entire thing to make sure the story’s unfolding the way I envisioned.

  7. Okay, now I’ll continue writing where I left off … but later this evening, after I make dinner and put the kids to sleep.

  8. The kids are fed, full and asleep but I woke up pretty early today. I’ll go to sleep now so I can get up early and write more of the story tomorrow before work.

  9. I got about an hour before I get the kids off to school this morning. Might as well check my emails and see what I missed on Facebook and Twitter before I start on the story.

  10. Darn! Where did the time go? I’ll finish writing the chapter of my story by tonight, no excuses.

  11. Well, now it’s a little late but I have the time to look over the last few chapters I wrote to remember where I left off.

  12. Ugh! I wrote that?! I must’ve been tired or something. This is not going the way I thought it would. It’s nothing but chapters and chapters of crap. No one’s gonna want to read this mess! Why am I wasting my time? The characters are obviously stereotypes and my voice and style seem too sophomoric.

  13. Ooh. I got another cool idea. But this idea will be great as a different book with different characters.

  14. Now how can I put my twist on it and make it truly my own? Well, before I get into this new story maybe I should finish writing the other story first.

  15. *opens story and stare blankly at the screen*

  16. I’ll start the new story now and work on the other story tomorrow. *closes story and opens blank document*

  17. But what if no one likes the premise of the new story? The characters seem kind of blah, the setting is overused … this will never work.

  18. Oh, wait! Honey read over the few chapters of my other story and liked it. Maybe I should put all my attention into that story again. But Honey isn’t familiar with book publishing or the market. What if Honey was just being nice and the story really sucks?

  19. I’ll have one of my author friends look over it and give me their feedback. They understand the book world and will be honest with me.

  20. They liked it and even gave me some useful feedback on how to make it even better. I can’t wait to start working on this story again. This is brilliant! People are gonna love it!

Mar 07 2012

Tongue Tied by Leslie Lee Sanders (Explicit) Excerpt

Tongue Tied -excerpt-
M/M, MMF, Interracial, Erotica
by Leslie Lee Sanders
Available Spring 2012!

Buy Links: ARe | Kindle | Nook

After a sensual night of “double dating” with his friend Dorian, Ryan’s interest in sharing beautiful women suddenly dwindles when he develops an urge to share a sexual romp with Dorian and his tongue instead.

EXCERPT:

“Man, Katelyn was so sexy last night. When I was inside her, I came almost instantly.” Dorian’s chuckle was short. “I felt bad that I didn’t make her come before I did.”

“It happens to the best of us.”

“Never happened before.” Dorian poked Ryan’s chest, grinning. “We usually make the ladies come at least twice before we do. I like them to leave completely satisfied.”

“Yeah, she really had me going.” Ryan poured another shot. “That body. That ass!”

“Right.” Dorian’s eye cut to Ryan’s crotch again. “You were definitely into it.” The grin on Dorian’s face made Ryan wonder. Could he tell that Ryan was hard … for him? “Are you gonna offer me a shot or what?” Dorian hopped down from where he sat on the counter. “Sure looks good.”

The flirtatious way those last words slipped from Dorian’s lips made Ryan look up just in time to witness Dorian slowly slide his tongue from one corner of his mouth to the other. Ryan gulped, swallowing hard enough for anyone standing as close as Dorian was to hear it. “Yeah, sure.” He cleared his throat. “You want lime with that?” he asked as he offered the glass.

“Yep. No salt though.” Dorian picked up the wedge of lime from the counter and took the shot glass from Ryan. “Here we go,” he said playfully and winked. He drank the warm liquor and quickly followed it with a bite into the flesh of the lime. He swallowed then laughed as a mixture of lime juice and tequila dripped down his smooth-looking, shaven chin.

How weird would it be to pull Dorian against him and lick the stray juice from his skin? How would Dorian react to that kind of blatant gesture? The way Dorian had looked at his crotch a beat too long, followed it with a “Sure looks good,” and a lick of his lips gave Ryan confidence. Suddenly licking the stray juice from his friend’s lips and chin might not be so weird after all.

“What?” Dorian asked through his laughter while he wiped the stray juice with the back of his hand. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” Ryan looked away sheepishly. Any confidence vanished. He quickly glanced at his friend’s full lips just to look away again. Damn, now he was acting prude.

“What’s wrong?” Dorian placed a hand gingerly on Ryan’s shoulder, concern riding on his words. “You’re acting . . . different.”

Did Dorian not know what he’d just done to him? He turned Ryan into a horny but shy school girl with a lick of his lips. “Nothing’s wrong.” Ryan placed the liquor bottle back on the counter. “Just been thinking . . .” Maybe he shouldn’t mention last night.

“What about?”

Their eyes met each other’s. “Nothing.” Ryan shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

“Oh, come on.” Dorian grinned and hoisted himself back up on the counter and sat directly in front of Ryan. “Suddenly something has you acting all shy and stuff. Spill it already.  Is it Katelyn? God, she was hot. I hope you’re not getting tired of our doubledates. That it?”

How could he be tired of pleasuring sexy women and fulfilling their fantasies with his best friend? The women got double the fun but he and Dorian got something out of it too, pleasure, closeness, and some fun, satisfying, much needed release. What a question. He and Dorian have been double dating since freshmen year in college with no issue, no jealousy and no complaints. Unless Ryan counted not being able to pleasure his friend the way he pleasured so many women.