DAMN, THAT'S HOT EROTICA 4 - Fun and interesting interview with Meg Amor!

DAMN, THAT’S HOT EROTICA 4 FEATURED AUTHOR — MEG AMOR

Thanks to John Tucker for organizing this event and asking such damn good questions! :)

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We’re gearing up for the Damn, That’s Hot Erotica 4 event on Facebook from January 11th to the 17thwith this series of Provocative Interviews with every participating author. In these blog posts you’ll learn about the writers, their naughty offerings, and read their responses to offbeat questions that display their wit, outrageousness, and the sexy imagination that befits a person who deals with the steamier side of Literature.

Come and Join Us —https://www.facebook.com/events/826602524132674/

Today’s Featured Author — Meg Amor !!!

THE BIO

Meg Amor is a multi-published contemporary author and has always believed in love and romance. She writes deep, sensual, romance stories about heartfelt connections and deep soul relationships. Meg feels that passionate sex, as well as her characters inner workings–their vulnerabilities, emotions, and thoughts–are what make a love story exciting and real. She loves to write sensual, erotic romance, with committed poly, and gay male/male relationships.

Meg hand-wrote and “published” her first book when she was eleven about her parent’s separation. Constantly told as a child she had a vivid and (over) active imagination, the dawn of the computer era meant she could now take dictation at speed from the interesting characters galloping around her head.

She grew up in New Zealand, and temporarily lives in California with her American fur children: Leo Ray Jr., and Mr. Beaumont, the Ginger Ninjas. Her heart and soul are split between her American home state of Hawai’i in Kona on the Big Island, and the sultry, steamy Southern city of New Orleans. Nearly all her books are set in Hawai’i or New Orleans, along with snatches of New Zealand for good luck.

Meg’s a gypsy at heart and loves to travel all over the world. She has a love of open cockpit biplanes and the gentle waft into the air from a grass strip. Given a choice, she’d eat out most nights. Fine dining, French, Fusion, Afghani, and Burmese food are some of her all-time favorites. But her favorite junk food is New Zealand fish and chips cooked in pure fat. Never one to do things by halves, she believes in the motto “Amor Vincet Omnia”–Love Conquers All.

THE Q & A

Which one of your fictional characters would you like to do the nasty with?

MA — Um, all of them.  :-D  But in particular, Henry and Charlie from Henry and Isolde. If I could roll those men into one body, it would be perfect. Or maybe I’d just like both of them. There’s a reason I wrote m/m/f, after all. Although, I have to admit, I haven’t explored that one too deeply within my own psyche. LOL. Henry is slow and smoldering. Charlie has a raw sexuality which oozes off the page. I want both.

Who’s your most exciting character and who would play them in the movie?

MA — I think Charlie is, in Henry and Isolde. He’s got serious raunchiness and sensuality to him. His personality is larger than life. I can see Benjamin Bratt as my Charlie.  Next up, Danny Lucerno Jr. in Hawaiian Orchid. Willy Cartier the incredibly sensuous, sexy, sultry French/Vietnamese/Senegalese model and artist is Danny to a T. Smoldering!! Good lord, that man…

Which Naughty Historical/Literary Person/Character would you most like to have dinner with?

MA — I think Oscar Wilde. He was one of the great eccentrics who I always admire enormously. He once walked a lobster down the street on a leash. I mean… you can’t make that stuff up. He was wildly free in many ways and that is hugely appealing to me. Also James Baldwin, who was a very sensuous man and saw our sexuality as very fluid. He had the most incredible brain on him and was a deep and thoughtful thinker, emotionally very intelligent and that’s so rare but so sexy and sensuous.

A great erotica novel must have what three things?

MA — Deep sensuality and smoldering heat. Vulnerability and emotions that are shared and exposed between the characters. And um, not sure on the third one. But a good story line goes without saying. I like all aspects of a romance. I want to see not just the good sex between them but the emotions and story that are part of their life and relationship.

Who’s Your Favorite Porn Star and Why?

MA — I call him Javonne but I think I have the name wrong. LOL. He’s a gay porn star and he always looks like he’s having a good time. That’s why he appeals to me so much. He genuinely looks like he’s enjoying himself, giggling and smiling, talking softly. Whereas the majority of actors always look like they’re doing their grocery list in their minds. Or they’re at a coffee morning. :-)  It’s not sensuous or steamy. It’s just boring.

What genre of erotica are you most hesitant to write about and why?

MA — BDSM. Because I don’t enjoy it personally and it’s very hard for me to write about something that doesn’t interest me. I also know from a good friend who’s into the scene that it has many psychological layers to it and I’m not sure I’d get it right.

What is the least favorite word you’ve seen in Erotica and why?

MA — My choice would be Cunt. It’s possibly cultural for me because I’m a New Zealander. But that word is not a sexy word in my country. It’s the mother of all swear words. And I have to be at flashpoint to use it. I’d never use it to describe female genitalia. It’s offensive to women and derogatory. It’s ugly.

What couple gets your vote for having the sexiest love scene in a movie and why?

MA — The shower scene in How Stella Got Her Groove Back. It was slow and sensuous. I could feel the heat from them and the passion. It was gorgeous.

Where is one place you would never consider having sex at and why?

MA — Er, not sure there’s really anywhere I’d say no to. Maybe an abattoir but you wouldn’t get me in one to start with, so might be redundant. The thought of what went on there and the smell would turn me off in a heartbeat. Otherwise, all bets are off on places.

On an average day you would most likely be wearing cotton panties, a thong, or going commando?

MA — Black lace or sheer panties, or nothing.

THE BOOKS

HAWAIIAN LEI

Beau Toyama, a “mixed plate” Hawaiian/Japanese/Tahitian man, is a flight instructor on the Big Island of Hawai’i. He’s a lovely, gentle, shy soul from a dysfunctional island. One day his wife Mikey said, “I love you, babe, but this isn’t working. I need a good man…” She’d paused. “And so do you.”

Matt Quintal, a New Zealand painter with a Norfolk Island and Maori background, has been living the “gay scene” in LA and knows it’s a crock. Needing to escape, his Polynesian soul is drawn back to the Pacific. He visits his sister Rach in Kona on the Big Island, where his spirit connects.

When Matt’s heart is drawn to the sound of a biplane’s radial engines flying overhead, his life is about to change. There’s an instant soul connection and heat between Beau and Matt. Unbeknownst to them, the spirit of Beau’s mom, Tehani, has guided Matt home to Beau.

Beau and Matt need to work together to overcome family dysfunction and abuse. Can they reveal their deep emotional vulnerabilities to find redemption and healing? What they both want is a loving relationship. But they must allow their hearts and souls to open before they can love and trust again.

http://www.amazon.com/Hawaiian-Lei-Hawaiians-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00UUL7V1A/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

HAWAIIAN ORCHID

Kulani Mahikoa is “The Orchid,” a young, insecure, pro surfer from a rough background on the Big Island of Hawai’i. He’s Beau Toyama’s cousin from Hawaiian Leiand a healer with a heart as deep as the ocean he’s part of. Like many of the great Hawaiians, Kulani epitomizes the spirit of aloha and love. Kulani’s healing his own wounds, and “The Lost Boys”–young, homeless abandoned and abused gay boys he cares for.

He meets the lone and lonely New Zealand widower, Rob Masterson–a wounded psychologist who’s trying to come to terms with his husband’s death. When he died, they were separated but still living together. Rob needs to reconcile all the pieces of guilt and love to heal before he can fall in love again.

The age difference raises one barrier, and besides that, Kulani has more layers than Rob–with his own New Zealand heritage and tangled knot of emotion–ever bargained for. Traveling between the South Sea Islands of beautiful New Zealand and the exotic Hawaiian Islands, they forge a bond–two wounded men find a home for their shrapnel-laced souls.

http://www.amazon.com/Hawaiian-Orchid-Hawaiians-Book-2-ebook/dp/B015G3F1N6/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

HENRY AND ISOLDE

New Orleans, city of soul, is home to the first of the new Troika Trilogy series ~ Henry and Isolde, a steamy, deeply sensuous love story.

A coming of age romance about three friends, Charlie, Henry and Izzy who become three lovers, across three lifetimes.

Henry Bovary, an older black musician and house restorer feels his life is nearing its end—until he takes on the restoration of Izzy and Brett’s big old grande dame of a house in the New Orleans Garden District. What he’s not counting on is walking in the door and falling in love with the much younger, exuberant Izzy. She touches his arm and part of him that has been missing his whole life gets plugged back into the life-force, and clicks into being. In his fantasies, he whisks her away to a life with him, crashing back to earth with the realization he’s her employee, an old man, and a black man in the South for God’s sake.

Izzy Buchanan is a passionate, outspoken, New Zealander, with wild red curls to match her personality but she’s also lonely and isolated in her life. She and Brett are mates, but not much else—they’ve missed the boat emotionally and physically in their marriage. Some mysterious force draws Izzy to New Orleans, though, and the house. Despite the house being gutted and a hardware stores wet dream, she knows it’s right when she walks in the door. What she doesn’t bargain for is the instance connection to Henry when he turns up to inspect it—she feels like she knows him.

Their friendship turns into a steamy, passionate relationship when Izzy seduces Henry in the secret garden he’s built for her. His life goes from fifty shades of beige to a rainbow of textures, sights and sounds, but most of all—feelings he’s allowed to have. As their love grows, and inhibitions die, Henry comes into his sexuality for the first time in his life. The deep friendship, love and breathtaking romance revitalizes Henry’s old bones. But will he be able to keep up with this achingly beautiful, younger woman? And will she leave her husband?

http://www.amazon.com/Henry-Isolde-Troika-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B017RSJ5I0/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

THE LINKS

https://plus.google.com/u/0/+MegAmorRomance/posts

https://www.facebook.com/meg.amor.5

https://twitter.com/amor_meg

http://www.troikaromance.com/

http://www.troikaromance.blogspot.com

http://www.amazon.com/Henry-Isolde-Troika-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B017RSJ5I0/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

REAL MEN CRY! - Let's start treating men like human beings

REAL MEN CRY 

Aloha everyone. Lately I have been reading a lot about what men do and don’t do. The list is long and seems really inaccurate. I wonder how much these things damage men in general. And it’s making me madder than a wet hen!

Women often complain that men don’t talk about their feelings. Why the hell would they?

They’re discouraged to. If they cry, they’re weak. “Grow a set” or “be a man,” “boys don’t cry” and all that bullshit.

And it IS bullshit.

I come from a country that has one of the highest male youth suicide rates in the world, although slowly that is coming down, but it’s still high. That’s shameful and appalling. We’re known as a tough nation of men AND women.

We’re brought up to be tough, rugged, and durable. There was an ad back in the seventies by New Zealander Colin Meads, an All Black (our international rugby team who are known as warriors and hard to beat.) He used to advertise Tanalised fence posts because back in the day, rugby players volunteered to play for NZ, but they didn’t get paid like a professional sportsman does today. They all had “regular” jobs and a lot of them were “tough” men like farmers and other “manly” things, so advertising things like fence posts was a huge endorsement in a farming country like NZ.

Colin Meads playing Rugby for NZ

Colin Meads line that stuck with NZ, was, “they’re tough, rugged, and durable.”

Thank you bloody Colin!

It’s an awful legacy to live by.

One of the first people to get to the top of Everest was New Zealander Sir Edmund Hillary, along with Nepalese Tenzing Norgay. Mad bastards! But putting that aside, they were the first people in the world to reach the apex of the highest mountain in the world.

My sister and I often joke that the only reason they got there was because Sir Ed just ignored his feelings like all New Zealand men are taught to do.

“Stop complaining, Tenzing, we’re nearly there. It’s only a wee bit brisk today. Christ, it’s colder than this in New Zealand when that Southerly comes up from Antarctica, man up!” etcetera, etcetera, etcetera… Tenzing would have perhaps rolled his eyes if they weren’t glued into a permanent frozen rictus in his face from the cold.

Sir Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay

And we expect men to “push on.” To be able to handle all sorts of things we don’t want to handle. Then we complain that our men don’t show their feelings, won’t talk about them and are generally shut off. Why would you want to expose yourself to ridicule? You’d be mad to do that.

Years down the track, another famous NZ All Black “came out.”

In a country that expects its men to be—well—men, this could have been professional suicide. Young boys look up to All Blacks. They’re heroes. Rugby is our national RELIGION for god’s sake! Coming out was a big risk for John Kirwan. Here’s what he had to say about it:

"When I was first asked to do the national health campaign, I was scared," he said. "I was scared people would think I was a freak." –

No, he wasn’t talking about being gay. He was talking about depression…

Thankfully, John Kirwan and other famous Kiwis paved the way for men in NZ to start to express themselves and our suicide rate has taken us out of the top spot with Finland to about #10. Yes, still not great. We have a way to go yet before we’re culturally more sophisticated and show some care toward our men.

This is one of the reasons I can’t live back in my country of birth. I find the Kiwi attitude toward feelings hard to deal with. I’m not interested in men who can’t be whole men through society, conditioning, their own self etc. I want men who feel and express everything.

John Kirwan

I think that’s one of the reasons we’re so attracted to the gay community. And reading about m/m romance. Men who express their feelings and are real people. Whole men, gentle men, tough men, but all men who are emotionally there. We get let into a “secret” world of things we’re not usually exposed to with men—feelings and emotions we crave.

Some of what I’m writing about today is spurred by a discussion I was involved in last night on an intersex person and her recent troubles. The remarks that people made were just awful. I can’t believe the things people think sometimes. They saw her as a man, even though she was female. But again, the “be a man” thing came up.

Thanks to Cody Kennedy
for this brilliant and perfect intersex symbol

And in reviews I keep reading and things people mention regarding something in a book, there are a lot of “rules” regarding what men can and can’t do.

“Men don’t giggle.”

Actually, men do giggle. Pacific Island men are gigglers. They’re gorgeous. My late husband was Maori and he giggled. He also laughed but he did not chuckle. I was talking to Phetra Novak, another author about this and some things are cultural. Men in her country of Sweden don’t giggle, they chuckle. Men in my country, giggle and laugh.

My dad will say, “It was a bit of a giggle.”

One of my favorite memories of my late husband Aaron—drunk as a skunk, giggling his heart out as I’m trying to get him into bed.

Billy T James, a NZ Maori comedian who was known for his "Maori giggle." 

“Insta-love is not real.”

I can’t understand where this one comes from. It only seems to apply to the gay community and m/m stories.

If you’re hetero and have “love at first sight” with someone, that’s acceptable. It’s even seen as an incredible love story. But if you’re gay, it’s called “insta-love” and it’s bullshit, tawdry, cheap, and “silly.” Excuse me! How the hell does that work?  

Love at first sight DOES happen to every gender. It’s happened to me. But it’s “frowned” upon by others outside the gay community or in book reviews. It’s another thing that is dumped on the gay community and is just ridiculously sexist and arrogant. I’m so sick of this attitude toward men.

“Men don’t use sweet names all the time, that’s just ridiculous in adults.”

I actually had someone say this in a review or words to this effect, a few years back. All the men I go out with do use sweet names, all the time. Also, if you’re in New Orleans, expect someone just walking down the street to say, “Hey, baby.” My kind of place! Again, this is probably cultural or also seems to relate to people who don’t allow themselves to be feel and be real. Just because you’re shutoff, it doesn’t mean the rest of the world is.

“Men don’t like cats.”

Really? I only go out with men that like cats. Men that don’t like cats are persona non grata for me. Seriously. There are very distinct personality differences between cat and dog lovers. Morgan Freeman is a cat lover—enough said.

What all this is about, is that we don’t allow men to be humans. We want them to be superheroes who don’t worry about their weight, their hair, their intense fear of spiders, or the shitty remark from Joe Blogg at the office. We don’t allow them to feel, be hurt, fall in love madly, badly and gladly. We want them to be tough and “be a man” “handle things” but then complain that they don’t open up and tell us their feelings.

Pick one. You can’t have both.  

What I notice about the gay men I know who are in long term relationships is this. They all seem to really love their partners or husbands. They like them and think they’re wonderful. I often wonder why their relationships seem happier and more content than hetero relationships.

Some of the things I hear often are: I can be myself. I can tell him everything. He never judges me. He gets how I feel. 

Yeah.

There’s a lot to be said for that.

Menage m/m/f committed erotic romance

Menage m/m/f committed erotic romance

Wednesday Whine & Wine with Meg Amor (NSFW) from Coffee and Porn guest appearance.

Wednesday Whine & Wine with Meg Amor (NSFW) from Coffee and Porn guest appearance. 

Research Purposes Only…

Aloha everyone. Pour yourself a wine and let’s talk sexy men. I always find a wine or three helps 
loosen people’s tongues. And this is possibly why I get onto these wandery subjects in my brain. I 
wonder what…? 

So…

I write m/m stories and menage. I LOVE writing the sex scenes. Getting lost in the exotic imaginings 
and textures… gorgeous. Sites like Coffee and Porn and a few on fb I belong to where everyone is 
open heartedly happy about the gorgeous pics that are posted here make me smile. Like most
people, I save  lots of images for my “research files.”

The biggest smile I got out of having my computer stolen by some “machismo” guys was the look I 
imagined on their faces if they went through my sexy guys folder.

I imagined their gonads inching rapidly up into their intestines as my many pictures were flicked 
through. Okay, so yes, it’s a wee bit of a fantasy. They may have opened it and thought… WTF? 
And rapidly closed it again. Still… fantasies are good when you fancy a spot of revenge.

I’ve also considered getting a boyfriend in the coming year. What will he think of my collection?

It made me wonder what anyone would think going through my computer files. I have them all 
grouped into folders for easy access. Anal sex, Balls, Beautiful black men, Blowjobs, Cartoon Art, 
Cocks, Exotics, Kilties, Kiss and Cuddle, Lingerie, Long hair, Masturbation, Men in Uniform, Teabag, 
and Underpants.

I start to wonder how other people group their sexy men pics. I wonder what types of pics really grab
 them or the type of men that really do it for them?

Which piccies on Coffee and Porn do we flick to each day first to check them out? I always love the
nooner one the best – sexy as hell. Anal sex shots always ramp me up, and piccies of thick cocks
and good balls, WITH pubic hair. Please give me pubic hair!!

 I love my exotics. Men of different ethnicities, brown skin really does it for me and black hair. I don’t
like muscled men. Long hair and earrings really amps me up. Someone like Willy Cartier (one of the
 few men in the world other than Morgan Freeman and Tom Selleck I can tolerate facial hair on.) He 
is mymuse for Danny Lucerno who is introduced in Hawaiian Orchid and will appear in his own story
 Hawaiian Fragrance next year.

Willy Cartier

Or someone like Dayvid Thomas – Hawaiian musician with long black curly hair and earrings, brown
 skin (sheer perfection) nearly make me bite through my lip. Gorgeous! He’s my muse for Kulani 
Mahikoa in Hawaiian Orchid.

Dayvid Thomas

I’m also a huge fan of men with lovely erections in form fitting underpants… my reaction is always… 
Nice Panties!

What’s sexy? What’s not?

Do you like redheads?

Hairy or not - Pubic hair? Facial hair, chest hair, leg hair, arse hair?

Earrings or long hair?

Ink? How much and where?

How about manties? I was surprised at a fb party I was at and put up a manties shot, thinking I’d be 
one of the few people who think they’re sexy and was surprised at how many other people said, Me 
Too!!

What squicks you too? No pubic hair squicks me and some types of kink.

Favorite types of cocks? Long, short, skinny, thick, circumcised, or not?

I’m also a huge fan of balls… all shapes and sizes. I like the dangly ones and the big ones, all of them
really. I don’t know many other people with this love. I think they get overlooked sometimes with men.

Like most of us on here, I love seeing nude men. They’re just gorgeous. And I want to know what your
 personal OMGOD ones are?

I’m a big fan of freckles, long legs, sexy bums and good hands. And killer eyes and good hair. (To
name a few of my favorite things.) LOL.

Other things my brain wanders aimlessly around, thinking about. One of my edit clients was chastising
 herself because she thought she had an “overly wild imagination.” I said, “You’re a writer, you’re
 supposed to!”

Which brings me to: Worst and best names of all time for genitals in writing.   

Worst – manhood, member (member of what? Parliament?) slong, wand, (reminds of a guy I once
 had sex with who had no idea what he was doing and waved his extremely white one around like a 
wand – very off putting,) and man jewels. I can do jewels and even family jewels… but not man jewels. 
Call me picky. And in all fairness I have used manhood ONCE. Henry is an older black gentleman in 
Henry and Isolde, and it was appropriate for him to say ONCE when he was still feeling a bit shy.

I like cock, dick, penis, length and shaft. And balls, nuts are less sexy for me. Erection, hard-on, 
thickness all work for me too. Sometimes I think the formal words like erection can be very sexy.

Now I want to hear what everyone else likes when we get right down to it in RL and books. :) Knock 
yourselves out in the comments!  Return on Friday for the Friday Free For All and be in to win a copy
 of Hawaiian Lei or Henry and Isolde. I’ll give away a copy of each to two lucky people. Aloha and
 thanks for being fellow lovers of beautiful sexual and sensuous men. J

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HENRY AND ISOLDE ~ Book One

New Orleans, city of soul. Home to the new Troika 
Trilogy series

Henry, Charlie, and Izzy... three friends, three lovers, 
across three lifetimes.

A sensuous, sultry, steamy, romance erotica story.

~*~ … So a woman who’s open with me about 
everything is a revelation. Actually, everything about 
this beautiful woman is. I’ve stepped from a life of 
several unappetizing shades of beige into a glorious 
rainbow buffet of textures, sights, and sounds. But 
most of all—feelings I’m allowed to have. ~*~

 A steamy, deeply sensuous love story, set in 
modern day New Orleans. Henry, an older black 
musician and house restorer feels his life is nearing 
its end. Until he falls in love with the exuberant New 
Zealander, Izzy—his white, younger, richer, married boss. 

The passionate Izzy seduces him in the secret garden he built for her. His life goes from fifty 
shades of beige to a rainbow of textures, sights and sounds, but most of all—feelings he’s 
allowed to have.

They launch into a torrid romance, full of secrecy, steamy seductive sex in car washes, 
beds, and a public park—anywhere to escape the endless stream of house guests.

As their love grows, and inhibitions die, Henry comes into his sexuality for the first time in 
his life. The deep friendship, love and breathtaking romance revitalizes Henry’s old bones.
 But will he be able to keep up with this achingly beautiful younger woman? And will she 
leave her husband?

Their growing relationship exposes family secrets. When Henry suffers an emotional crisis, 
a surprising World War Two lifetime memory resurfaces. It reveals Henry and Izzy’s intense 
connection to Henry’s best friend, Charlie.

A trilogy romance that spans a decade and two past lives between New Orleans, England 
and France. It takes the three close friends from friends to lovers. Charlie, Henry and Izzy 
are the chi circle where the flame still burns and love never dies. Proving that love is love.

Available on Amazon http://tinyurl.com/pdreuxc

HAWAIIAN ORCHID ~ Book Two in 
The Hawaiians series

Kulani is “The Orchid,” a young, insecure, pro-surfer 
who comes from a rough background on the Big 
Island of Hawai’i. He’s Beau Toyama’s cousin from 
Hawaiian Lei. But he’s also a healer and has a heart 
as deep as the ocean he’s part of. Like the great 
Hawaiians, who have gone before him, warrior 
Kulani Mahikoa epitomizes the spirit of aloha and
 love. Kulani’s not only healing his own wounds, but 
“The Lost Boys”—young, homeless, abandoned and 
abused gay boys he’s taken under his wing.

Rob Masterson is a wounded psychologist who’s 
trying to come to terms with his husband Tony’s
 death. When he died, they were separated but still
 living together. Can the lone and lonely New
 Zealand widower reconcile all the pieces of guilt and
 love, to heal and fall in love again? When he drops anchor in Kona Harbor and meets the 
exotic islander—young, bolshie Kulani—explosive heat makes sparks fly between them.

Is the age difference between them a barrier or something they’ll get past? Kulani has more 
layers than Rob ever bargained for. And Rob’s tangled knot of responsibility, grief and guilt 
with his New Zealand heritage and past life is something he needs to untangle.

Two wounded men have to learn to trust and love one another. Traveling between the 
South Sea Islands of beautiful New Zealand and the exotic Hawaiian Islands—they forge 
a sea change, finding a home for their shrapnel laced souls.

Hawaiian Orchid by Meg Amor

Edited by Heather Hollis

Cover Art by Syneca Featherstone

Published by Loose Id, LLC

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Excerpt

Rob 

“Are you always this stroppy? Or only on a good day?” 

“What do you mean?” he says, all attitude.

Jesus Christ, gorgeous he might be, but with the chip on his shoulder the size of a log,

 it’s more work than I need right now.

“There’s the door.” I indicate with my head. “See yourself out.”

“You really want me to go home?” he says despondently.

I sigh. “Kulani, you’re so damn prickly, it’s like having a cactus shoved up my arse

 every two seconds.”

He runs his fingers through his long, curly black hair, sweeping it back with one hand,

 and digging his other one into his back pocket. I’d love to take him to bed, but this isn’t
 worth it. Too much attitude, too many issues. If I’m not picking prickles out of my skin, I’ll be
treating myself for burns. He’s a lot of work.

“I’m sorry.” He shrugs. Even that has “fuck you” attitude. I’m past the age where I feel

 like babysitting someone.

I walk over and place my hand on his shoulder. “You’re stunning, but I’m too old for

you.”

He drops his head, and I mentally exhale, waiting for the next bite from him. But when

he looks up, he has tears in his eyes, and my heart takes a direct hit.

Bugger.

“You don’t really like me, do you?” he asks, biting his lip, eyes cast down.

“You’ve got an abrasive personality. I feel like I’ve been rubbed raw this evening. It’s

like being in a boxing match.”

His shoulders slump, and I have to hold myself back from pulling him into my arms.

I don’t need this sort of energy in my life. There’ll be tantrums and fights…hurt feelings

 over stupid things…

His hand comes up and rubs mine on his shoulder. He needs the touch, the

 connection with another human. I recognize that feeling. But this is inviting trouble, even
 for a quick fuck and one-night stand. I could do with the sex, but not the aftermath of spiky
 energy.

His breathing is up and down, as he’s trying to get himself under control. Fighting

 emotions, no doubt. Bugger it. He’s tugging at my bloody heart for some reason. That’s 

probably why I blurt out, “Come sail with me tomorrow. We’ll go over to Maui.”

For a split second, all the aggression falls away, and I get to see the vulnerable kid

 underneath. I shouldn’t really call him a kid. At twenty-five, he’s an adult, but still half my 
age. He squeezes my hand, and I take that as a yes.

“Meet me down at the boat about seven. Bring coffee from Lava Java. I’ll bring

 everything else.”

“Can we make it eight?”

God, he can’t even get his arse out of bed and be there early for an invitation. But I

 give in, nodding.

“Okay,” he says, tough-guy stance back in place. Oh to be that young and stupid again.

Speaking of stupid. What the hell am I doing inviting him out again tomorrow, when

 all I want to do is throw him out the door? Beautiful, yes, but the attitude leaves a lot to be

 desired. If I had to take a wild stab in the dark, I’d say he’s sitting on a ton of hurt. Layers 
and layers of it. He’s so bloody bolshie and oppositional, I’m exhausted from the evening. 
I like a decent intelligent convo with someone, interplay back and forth. The opportunity to 
get to know someone more. Flirt a little, or a lot. I’m probably too old-fashioned and been 
out of the game too long, but I need something different than what he’s after.

Then he throws his energy, and I get sideswiped again. “Don’t I get a kiss good night?”

 he says, raw sex appeal oozing from him, and I nearly grab him by his shirt to yank him to 

me. Now I’m fighting to control my breathing. “Please,” he says so softly I wonder if I’ve
 heard it right.

What a mix he is—seething rage, the log on his shoulder bashing me in the head all

 night. Then he becomes so vulnerable, it’s like someone rubbing balm into my abraded
 skin. His own version of BDSM, just done in a mental fashion. I amuse myself for a 
moment, thinking of a safe word I could use. Fun. That would be a good word. It’s the least
 likely word I can think of for this evening so far.

No, it’s not my thing. I wrote a paper for uni once and interviewed people in the scene.

 I probably know enough to be dangerous, but not enough for anything else.

I look at his eyes, the fragility. He’s asking me to not reject him, but I also see the

 humiliation at having to ask, to beg. I do my best internal Bogart voice. Buckle in, 

schweetheart, this could be a rough ride.

Longer R-rated version on Loose Id 

Meg Amor, a multi-published contemporary author, has always believed in love and romance. She
writes deep, sensual, romance stories about heartfelt connections and deep soul relationships. Meg 
feels that passionate sex, as well as her characters inner workings--their vulnerabilities, emotions, and
 thoughts--are what make a love story exciting and real. She loves to write sensual, erotic romance, 
with committed poly, and gay male/male relationships.

Meg hand-wrote and "published" her first book when she was eleven about her parent's separation.

Constantly told as a child she had a vivid and (over) active imagination, the dawn of the computer era

meant she could now take dictation at speed from the interesting characters galloping around her head.

She grew up in New Zealand, and temporarily lives in California with her American fur child Leo Ray Jr.,

the Ginger Ninja. Her heart and soul are split between her American home state of Hawai'i in Kona on
 the Big Island, and the sultry, steamy Southern city of New Orleans. Nearly all her books are set in 
Hawai'i or New Orleans, along with snatches of New Zealand for good luck.

Meg's a bohemian and gypsy at heart, and loves to travel all over the world. She has a love of open

cockpit biplanes and the gentle waft into the air from a grass strip. Given a choice, she'd eat out most

nights. Fine dining, French, Fusion, Afghani, and Burmese food are some of her all-time favorites. But
her favorite junk food is New Zealand fish and chips cooked in pure fat. Never one to do things by 
halves, she believes in the motto "Amor Vincet Omnia"--Love Conquers All.

Aloha!