RIP – Charlotte Boyett-Compo

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On January 20th The Naughty Literati lost one of our own, Charlotte “Charlee” Boyett-Compo, one of our founding members who contributed her wonderful stories to every one of our releases since we all began to write together. Today we celebrate the life of this strong, charismatic, sarcastic, creative, prolific author and dear friend who touched each of our lives in indelible ways.

I first “met” Charlee online in 1999 when we were both writing for one of the very first epublishers. (I was writing under a different name at the time.) Her book with that publisher (and I’m sorry that I can’t remember the title now) was also one of the first ebooks I ever read, on my clunky old laptop since even the early ereaders were still a couple of years away. It simply blew me away. At the time many people argued that ebooks weren’t “real” books, that they were inferior, things the authors couldn’t sell to “real” publishers. If ever a book demolished those denigrations, Charlee’s book did. It blew me away with its depth, its ferocity, the brilliant, unforgettable characters, the marvelous writing, and a plot that left me in tears at the end. I can’t remember the title, but I do remember the plot and characters quite vividly after all these years.

In 2002 or 2003 I was delighted when Charlee offered a few of her books to the publisher I was writing for at the time.  When a group of us became the Naughty Literati, I was even more excited that she was part of the group, too.
I never met Charlee in person, but from all the interactions we had on various author and fan lists, and occasional off-list exchanges, I felt like I knew her fairly well. Her acerbic wit found humor in unexpected places and her creative mind extended into many other areas of her life. We found common ground in the discovery that we were both practicing Catholics who found writing erotic romance an integral part of our extended world view and not something sinful or disgraceful (though we both had struggles with fellow Christians who didn’t share our outlook on sexual activity as a vital and glorious part of God’s creation).
She had a talent and passion for writing that still fills me with awe when I read her stories. Pardon the innate sexism in this, but in the spirit of a “mankind” that is bigger than just male persons: “Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind.” The loss of Charlee leaves a huge hole in our lives.
See more from The Naughty Literati about Charlee here.

Dominant Boys of Summer Releases Tomorrow

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LynnSexySaturday_buttonThis post is part of the Sexy Saturday Blog Hop!

It’s timely, too, since I’m re-releasing the first of my Suburban Dominants series tomorrow.  Dominant Boys of Summer is a very sexy, very kinky short story, featuring three of my favorite characters.

The series features loosely related stories of a group of friends with kinky tastes. Some of them are short stories, some are full-length novels and a couple are novellas.

I know it’s Halloween, but even though this story isn’t set at Halloween, you can enjoy it any time.  Here’s a seven-paragraph sneak peek:

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The two men came into the living room from a back bedroom just moments after she’d set the three open bottles on the glass coffee table and sat down in one of the chairs.

“Stand up,” Dave said.

After hesitating for a second, Julie stood. Since the two men approaching stared at her, she did the same, turning her attention from one to the other and then back. Both were handsome but in very different ways. Oddly their coloring belied their natures. Dave had the sunny disposition but his hair was almost black and his eyes the color of rich, dark chocolate. Cooler, harder, more introspective Nick had blond hair and green eyes. Dave was six foot two. Nick was a couple of inches shorter, with broader shoulders and a deeper chest. Nonetheless even with his slimmer build, Dave had solid muscles. Both men worked out to stay in shape as well as meeting often for tennis and golf.

Dave’s expression remained harder than normal. “Turn around.”

Julie did, despite the blush rising to her cheeks as she thought about them studying her oversized rear end.

“You can face us again,” Dave said after a couple of uncomfortable moments. His expression softened as he approached her. “Julie, I have to know if you still want to do this. You know what it entails. You’ve had time to think about it. Are you sure?”

She looked over at Nick, considering how it would change their relationship, then back to Dave. “Are you sure?”

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Dominant Boys of Summer Will Re-release on November 1st!

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Those of you who follow me know that last year I requested back rights to all of my books at Ellora’s Cave and have had most of them reverted to me.  I plan to begin releasing newly edited versions, beginning with the loosely related Suburban Dominants series. It begins with the short story (15,000 words) Dominant Boys of Summer, followed by full-length novel Nick’s Lady, short story Charming the Masters, full-length novel Kyle’s Bargain, and short novel Cilla’s Master.

Dominants_200Dominant Boys of Summer

A re-release of the first in my Suburban Dominants Series

Blurb: Julie is in love with Dave. She’s sure of that. But if he really is the man for her, why is her sexual response to him so tepid? She’s afraid she’s frigid, and Dave deserves better than that. Dave’s best friend Nick guesses at a different answer and proposes a way to test out his theory.

When he joins them for an explosive and erotic beach weekend, Julie will learn some extraordinary things about herself. She’s never really understood her secret yearning to be mastered and dominated. Accepting that need and using it to build a relationship on that basis challenges her. Accepting that Nick is a part of the relationship with Dave adds another layer of complexity to an already complicated situation.

Hot and Sting-y

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BDSMhop2015buttonThis post is part of the BDSM Blog Hop.  Please read to the end to learn how you can win some cool prizes!

The title of this post says it.  That’s how I like it.  Nearly all of my stories contain some level of BDSM, particularly spanking.

Unfortunately nearly all of them are currently unavailable because they’ve been withdrawn from Ellora’s Cave. I’ll be republishing them myself over the next few months. Meanwhile, you can sample my short stories here and as part of the Naughty Literati anthologies.

My story in the Naughty List anthology, our very first one is a Victorian romance with a Christmas theme. A widow with a secret asks for help from the man she’s been attracted to forever and gets more than she hoped for…And yes, some of it comes in the form of a rather harsh spanking that is just what she needs!  My stories in the other anthologies also include some mild BDSM and/or spanking.

Why? Don’t know. And it treads a fine line for me. I like reading about stories that include alpha male heroes who can dominate and spank their ladies, but only as long as the ladies themselves are willing participants. And I do mean willing.  Not just convinced to try it because she’s in lust with a man. She has to want it too.  In fact, she has to need it too. That’s the only way the story really works for me.

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Seven Shades of Sexy Saturday

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LynnSexySaturday_buttonThis post is part of the My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop. More information at www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com. This seven-paragraph snippet is from Fifty Shades of Valentine’s Day, my story in the Naughty Hearts boxed set from The Naughty Literati.

Here’s the quick blurb: Dumped on Valentine’s Day! Melissa only thinks the day can’t get any worse. Until she damages her hot neighbor’s car, and he demands unexpected compensation.

And the excerpt:

Get+Naughty_200 His smile was beautiful. The corners of the green eyes crinkled, and an adorable dimple creased his left cheek. “Take off your shirt.”

She slipped the tank top over her head and tossed it aside. He sucked in a sharp breath. She’d always considered her breasts entirely average, but his stare openly admired. Jeff reached out and cupped a warm palm under each one. Shivers of excitement ran up and down her spine, as he kneaded and fondled. His thumbs brushed across the ultra-sensitive nipples and she gasped. Lightning bolts of pleasure ripped through her. He worked her breasts until she shook with need.

She sighed when he withdrew. He stood and said, “Take off my pants.”

She reached for the snap and undid it, pulled down the zipper, being careful to avoid the bulge beneath, and drew his jeans down his legs. When the denim puddled on the floor, he stepped out of them, standing in front of her in tight blue briefs that held an impressive bulge. “Briefs, too.”

Her mouth watered when she slipped her fingers under the waistband and drew the briefs down as well. His long, thick cock sprang free, saluting on her direction. Melissa reached out a hand but hesitated.

“May I touch?”

“Not only may, but will.” He whipped his shirt off to reveal an impressive chest with strong muscles and a light mat of hair, topped by broad shoulders. She stared until he said, “Ahem.”

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Different Loving

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feb-hop-white-letteringThis post is part of the “Cold Nights, Hot Reads” blog hop. You can find more details about the hop at this link: http://patriciagreenbooks.com/cold-nights-hot-reads-blog-hop/

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Do you remember the book and movie, Love Story?  It was hugely popular in the late 1960s early 1970s. The most famous line from it is “Love means you never have to say you’re sorry.”

Like many people then and still, I beg to differ.  Love means you had better be willing to say you’re sorry. Often. Whenever it’s appropriate. Because we’re all human beings and we all make mistakes and hurt others. And since the people we love are the closest to us, they’re the ones we hurt the most.

This is most relevant to me in my writing because I write romances that often involve BDSM relationships and very dominant men.

Ultra-dominant men are somewhat fashionable these days, as long as they’re handsome, rich and sexy, a trend represented by Christian Grey and his many, many imitators. I love me some handsome, sexy, rich male too, but not Christian and his ilk.  Why not? Simply put, he’s an asshole.

My idea of a sexy, dominant male is one who is secure enough that he doesn’t have to manipulate a woman into his arms. Nor does he have to buy and own her. He takes on the dominant role because it suits both him and his partner. His partner wants it that way. She doesn’t have to be blackmailed or stalked or bought to want into the relationship.

And he’s willing to say he’s sorry when he’s wrong and find out what he can do to make it better.

It’s a fine line. I get that. But most people can tell the difference between someone who’s subbing because it’s what they want or need and someone doing it because the partner they love/respect/fear demands it of them.

BDSM is at its heart an exchange of power, but that’s only really satisfying when all participants have equal agency, so that can each freely consent to it. It does get tricky. I admit that, and I plan a few more posts exploring the complexity of it.

It isn’t always obvious on the surface where the lines are, but if I can’t see the equality that lies beneath, then the story doesn’t work for me.

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A Naughty Valentine’s Day

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LynnSexySaturday_buttonThis post is part of the My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop.  More information at www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com.

This seven-sentence snippet is from Fifty Shades of Valentine’s Day, my story in the Naughty Hearts boxed set from The Naughty Literati.

Here’s the quick blurb: Dumped on Valentine’s Day! Melissa only thinks the day can’t get any worse. Until she damages her hot neighbor’s car, and he demands unexpected compensation.

Here are the first seven paragraphs:

Valentine’s Day… A day to celebrate love, sweethearts, joy. Chocolate candy, hearts and flowers… Bah humbug. Wrong holiday, right sentiment, Melissa decided as she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building after the longest day of her life.

What kind of shitty asshole dumped his girlfriend of six months on Valentine’s Day, of all days? Daniel McKenzie Winslow, her own shitty asshole of an ex-boyfriend. He couldn’t be what she needed, he claimed, which was true in its way, but not for the reasons he wanted her to be believe. Not only that, he did it with an email. Sent to her work email account.

Asshole didn’t begin to describe him.

And probably because she was so upset by that, she got yelled at by two customers who thought she wasn’t moving fast enough, and another she accidentally shorted on a withdrawal. Of course, her supervisor noticed too, and asked if there was a problem. Yeah, right. And her drawer came up fifty-two dollars short.

And now there was someone else parked in her parking space, which meant looking for one somewhere else. Perfect cap to a horrible day. She spotted a narrow space between a huge SUV and shiny red Trans Am. Her little car would just fit.

But she cut it too close. The grating screech of metal on metal from the right rear meant her day was about to get even worse. What to do now? She drew a deep breath, and with shaking hands, reversed enough to back away from the other car and then pulled in straighter, avoiding it this time.

Did she have to notify the police? She didn’t think so. But she’d have to tell the owner about it and offer to pay for the damage. Soon. Right now, preferably. But she couldn’t. Not like that. Not when she knew who the car’s owner was. She’d write out an apology and include a check with the note that she’d make up any difference between it and the actual bill.

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Snippet from Naughty Hearts Story

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LynnSexySaturday_buttonThis post is part of the My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop.  More information at www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com.

This seven-sentence snippet is from Fifty Shades of Valentine’s Day, my story in the Naughty Hearts boxed set from The Naughty Literati.

Here’s the quick blurb: Dumped on Valentine’s Day! Melissa only thinks the day can’t get any worse. Until she damages her hot neighbor’s car, and he demands unexpected compensation.

And the excerpt:

Get+Naughty_200“Have you ever been spanked before? As an adult.”

“Once. Very half-heartedly.”

“This wouldn’t be half-hearted.” That sounded like a promise.

Melissa asked herself again what she was doing, but the answer was the same, even if she wasn’t sure which part of her brain was in charge right then.