Filed under: Reviews | Tags: aubrey leatherwood, erotica, fiction, good review, interracial, models, novella, romantic times, stalker
When is a three-star review a five-star review? When it’s the recent review for Fan Mail in the September 2011 edition of Romantic Times Magazine (almost wrote Fan Maul, that’s another book, lol).
Keitha Hart at RT starts off the review by saying “This is an emotionally intense novella with believable characters and very hot love scenes. The characters are so finely created that readers will believe…” Seriously, I couldn’t ask for more. The one criticism in the review that I’ve also gotten with other pieces is that it could be longer. I really need to figure out how to crank out full length novels faster and stop it with the novellas. Granted… I *am* supposed to leave them wanting more, right? Still, the most important thing about this story is the relationship between Alicia and Tommy, and that, my friends, came across loud and clear.
Motivated to finish something new,
Filed under: Reviews | Tags: allromanceebooks, aubrey leatherwood, disability, erotica, if you asked me to, physically challenged, recommended read, romance
There’s no containing the excitement, peeps. If You Asked Me To has just been reviewed by Susan at AllRomanceeBooks. And it is good… Recommended Read good.
She says, ” If You Asked Me To by Aubrey Leatherwood held me captive not because of the hot sex scenes but by the raw beauty of Ray’s feelings for Shelley.” and later she adds, “If You Asked Me To is the perfect novel for readers who want romance with substance, readers who treasure thought-provoking stories over fleeting moments of hot sex. But don’t get me wrong, Shelley and Ray have a very passionate sex life…”
Awesomeness. You should read it if you haven’t. If you have, stop by and let me know what you think.
Read the full review here: http://www.arecafe.com/books/if-you-asked-me-to-by-aubrey-leatherwood/
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Welcome to my blog!
I’m Aubrey Leatherwood and here are five things about me:
- writer of contemporary erotic fiction and 2008 Romantic Times nominee for Best Erotic Fiction
- favorite afternoon is a hot day in the pool with a mimosa and friends
- a word-o-phile, but not an edit-o-phile (working on the second part there)
- it’s possible that I was writing erotica as a virgin, lol
- I grill and barbecue like nobody’s business. Men… don’t touch my grill!
I’d like to take a moment to tell you abou the scariest erotic piece I’ve ever written. More scary t han vampires, werewolves, demons, or bad boys you just can’t quite let go of. What could it possibly be? you ask, or maybe you didn’t but I’m going to tell you anyway. The scary business in this story is the heroine’s debilitating disease. Her physical impairment is not just a side note about her. Shelley’s condition is up front and center in the novella If You Asked Me To.
I started this story with a song in mind. I don’t usually write with songs in my head or even with music playing inthe background, but this time I used a phrase to inspire where the story went. I wanted intrigue, a caper through a string of Caribbean islands, a heroine with a dark past and trouble always on her heels, a hero who can’t help but get her out of it. That’s what I wanted. The story and the characters wanted something different. So I said to myself, I’ll write that story another time, where’s this one going.
Next phase was me writing this piece with the hopes of donating it to a charity anthology. The anthology’s purpose was to emphasize the fact that we all need love, to be touched, and to connect on the most primitive of levels with another human being. If You Asked Me To ended up way, way, way too long to be a part of an anthology. And, well it seemed like it needed to be its own animal.
First things first, I had to become engaged with Shelley, I had to be her just a little bit and let her be me just a little bit, so that a reader, any reader wouldn’t pity her, disease or not, and would relate to her instead. We’re all a bit damaged in one way or another, and intense friendships–love for characters–are born from the bond of adversity. Building that, however, takes time, and space and growth. OK, OK, so I admit it freely, I just couldn’t keep the story short .
In paying respect to Shelley, I had to make her real, making her both strong an vulnerable, in paying respect to the romance, I had to give her a man, a gorgeous, sexy, man who was also both strong and vulnerable, and just a little flawed so that he, too ,was real. Then Ray Costas took over! Somehow, in all of this, writing a romance about a woman with a “disability” turned into writing a romance about a man trying to love a woman with a “disability”. And you know, I have to say, I like it better this way, and I’m hoping you and other readers will, too.
Ya know what else? I did mention that at it’s heart, this story is a romance, but, you guys know me, It has to be, has to be, HAS TO BE hot! Yep, there is one scene, that I literraly fantasize about at least once a week, and hell I wrote it! LOL!!! So come on, If you’d like to read the story, go ahead, click here:
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Filed under: Coming Soon, romance | Tags: aubrey leatherwood, fan mail, interracial romance
OK, so I have it now.. AWESOME! It’s my cover for Fan Mail coming soon from Cobblestone Press. I find it positively yummy! And I’m so amazed at how well the couple matches my couple. Here’s what I described to the cover art people at Cobblestone:
The hair already made her a standout, thick coarse waves erupting from her head and down her back like a wolf’s mane. Wild, it looked, and at fascinating odds with the poise of her sculpted but not overly full pink lips, patrician nose, and startling, startling crystal blue eyes. Where in the hell had the girl gotten true to life, honest-to-goodness blue eyes? Eyes closed, she could have been any ethnicity, black, Latin, Middle Eastern, even Asian.
Deliciously perfect, her skin matched the color of a hot latte. Creamy but with a caramel undertone. Gorgeous. Eyes open? An English rose kissed long by the sun. Magnificent.
In a room filled with stunning models, she drew undivided attention.–
Filed under: Coming Soon, fiction, romance | Tags: erotica, interracial, suspense
So I got some news that put me over the freakin’ moon this week. First, I realize that this news is a bit late and it defies all reason that I didn’t know this sooner, but Model Lover was the March 2010 bestseller for Cobblestone Press. Yay! Awesome. Yay!
Second spell of deliciously delightful news is that my good pals at Cobblestone are also going to publish my follow up to Model Lover, Fan Mail. Yes, yes, yes. Alicia Langerud and Tommy Touhy who were just kids in the first story are all grown up and about to embark on a suspenseful, dark, and sensual journey in this thriller.
Here’s a peek at it:
In this follow up to Model Lover, supermodel Alicia Langerud and Detective Tommy Touhy have unfinished business. Their breakup six months ago was ugly, nasty, and fodder for gossips and speculators worldwide. Everyone wants to know what the Bad Boy did to break America’s sweetheart’s heart. Only they know the truth behind what happened that night… and one reporter who holds their livelihoods in his hands. Even worse. Alicia has started receiving disturbing messages from a stalker, a stalker hell-bent on curing her of her “heart disease.” Frightened for her life, Alicia must rely on the man who once drove her away to save her life.
Her thoughts were a jumble, her body numb. She could only reach behind her and push the door closed. No one could see inside. No one could see this.
A bang at her door made Alicia jump. Though she had no memory of retrieving it or making a call on it, her cell phone clattered out of her lap onto the floor. She blinked. How long had she been sitting there? Another bang and a familiar voice called, “Alicia! Alicia, are you hurt? Alicia, if you dont answer, I’m going to break the door down!”
She wanted to tell him that it was open, but she couldn’t. Her mouth wouldn’t work, her throat wouldn’t work, her tongue seemed stuck to the roof of her mouth. But she heard the door knob jiggle and she turned to see him step inside. His key was in the knob. Apparently, they both had forgotten he still had one.
“What the h–” He went silent and dread choked the air between them.
He dropped to his knees beside her and turned her face around so that they were eye to eye. “Are you okay?”
He patted her cheek lightly, “Alicia, baby, are you okay?” He checked her over by gently running his hands over her skin.
She was sure she nodded.
“Did you see him?”
She murmured something unintelligible.
“The man who did this, did you see him?”
She shook her head and a shudder rippled through her body.
“Did you check through the rest of the house? Did you see if he, he–”
Her eyes watered and tears dotted her cheeks and she felt absurd. She had cried more in the past twenty-four hours than she had when shed gone through puberty. “No.”
Tommy nodded then rose. He pulled a handgun from the holster under his leather jacket then slowly, carefully made his way deeper into the apartment. Alicia watched him disappear into her kitchen. He came out again, then rounded a corner and disappeared again into her hallway. In ten minutes, he came back and dropped to her side, his eyes studying the walls. He ran a hand over his face and looked truly shaken. She hadn’t seen him drained of color and sickened this way since his mother died. Finally, he told her, “I believe he was long gone before you got home. From the looks of it, you haven’t been here yourself for a couple of days. You were in Borneo, right?”
Because the possibility that the perpetrator had still been in her apartment when she arrived had not occurred to her, the knowledge that he was gone only inspired a second bout of alarm. Her eyes widened and she began to shake.
“He’s gone, baby,” Tommy soothed her and pulled her into his embrace. “He’s gone and I’m here and you know I’ll never let anyone hurt you. You know I’ll always keep you safe.”
Alicia clutched him close, desperately. And he held her just as hard, his lips pressing to her brow and into her hair. In his arms, she did feel safe, and she did believe that he could always keep her safe.
If he wanted to.
The problem was Tommy didn’t want to.
I cannot wait for you to read this story that is as much psychological as it is sexual! Check back for a release date!
You can read Model Lover here.
Almost two years later, hard-shelled Shelley Miller has tried to forget Ray. But when tragedy strikes there’s no one else she can turn to. All she has to do is give in; tell him she needs him. But she can’t.
Exasperated that Shelley would contact him after so long with the exact same hang-ups, still pretending the feelings don’t run deep, Ray tries to leave it alone, but he can’t.
When he sees her again all bets are off. Ray has to have her and this time she needs him more than he needs her. For once, she’s not just going to have to ask for what she wants, what she needs.
A Sexy Excerpt from If You Asked Me To:
Shelley had gone right to sleep. Ray wasn’t so lucky. He found himself checking on her through the night. He just needed to see that she was there, that she was okay.
Sometime after four, he went to the bathroom. When he padded back into the bedroom, he found that she had turned. He crept closer to her trying to tell if she was up or not.
She rolled over and her eyes, black quarters in the night, fluttered open. She smiled, or at least he thought she smiled and raised her blanket. Ray slid in beside her without question. With an incomprehensible mutter, she reached for him. Ray slipped his arms around her and his chest beneath her head so that her silken hair slid across his skin. Her body was small and warm and soft next to his.
He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and she slid against him with a purr. She was wearing some satiny top, but the shape of her breasts and her hard nipples were clear against his chest. Skin to skin, he wanted it to be skin to skin. He slipped his hand under the edge of the night shirt. The tips of his fingers grazed the softest skin he’d ever felt. A trail up over her hips, down into her waist, up higher to graze the outside of her breasts. He pressed his hips back, almost off the bed, trying to hold off the inevitable confrontation of his arousal.
In the dark, her face was pressed into his chest, but Ray wanted to see it, wanted to be able to watch her. For just a moment he didn’t know. Could he continue to hold her this way without taking the plunge? She rubbed her cheek against his chest and whispered something. He couldn’t hear her, but he took it as encouragement and eased into the center of the bed turning fully on his back. He dragged her over him biting down on his lips when her legs, also clad in the silky pajamas, parted over his.
She raised her head looking down at him in the dark. Ray stroked her hair back from her face.
“Kiss,” she responded with a brilliant smile and pressed her lips to his. But her smile was short-lived.
“Nothing,” she responded. “I d-don’t do this sort of thing all the time.”
Had it been another woman, a woman without this disease, he wouldn’t have believed it. Had it been a woman with just these mesmerizing, twinkling black eyes, strong cheekbones, and generous lips he wouldn’t have believed it. But he believed it and he knew what it meant. She wasn’t going to pull away from him. She wasn’t going to get scared and tell him to fuck off. She was going to trust him in this.
For a moment, he looked up at her, studying her. Then he gently rolled her over onto her back and undressed her. He wished the room wasn’t so dark, that he could see her body better, but there was time for that. He wanted her so badly it hurt and he had to wonder why this woman in particular was able to push him so far.
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Model Lover by Aubrey Leatherwood available from Cobblestone Press.
Even if she is pushing forty, confirmed bachelorette, Pamela Lane, is not interested in a husband and kids. She’s already got more than she can handle taking care of the models contracted with Lane V Modeling Agency, as well as some of their overreaching parents. When she finds new model Alicia who’s destined for fashion greatness, of course she expects the minor to come with an over-protective father, but who knew he would look so good?
Your kids are not my kids…” graced the front of the oversized white T-shirt and “I don’t love ‘em like you do” the back.
Pam Lane wore her single favorite article of clothing over black sweatpants and sneakers. Her usually pristine bob had been hastily pushed back with a tortoiseshell headband. Friday afternoons were always open call and drew tons of people. While Valeria Valvo, her partner, wore a professional and fashionable black suit, she chose to wear this shirt to keep overreaching mamas and papas at arm’s length.
Foot tapping impatiently, arms crossed over her chest, she tried to keep her mouth shut as Sherrod, one of her in-house photographers, silently snapped frame after frame of their potential client. The clicking of the shutter and hushed voices served as the only background music while the model posed for the camera.
Every time Pam raised a finger to make a suggestion, he clucked his tongue, which forced her to remain still and patient. Patience had never been one of Pam’s virtues. The drive to direct and mold a new model tested her mettle, especially when that new model was an absolute diamond. The young woman oozed raw talent, which kept triggering Pam’s need to say something. Tilt your chin down a little, sweetie. Flex your fingers slightly. Find the light. That is a perfect example of what a beauty shot should be. He didn’t even allow her to compliment the young lady when she was doing well.
Sherrod had the right of it, of course. They liked to get a feel for a model’s raw talent before contracting her. Letting a girl take control of the first session without aid of music, scene, or direction exposed all. Frame after frame, this model posed like a pro. Already, on a purely physical level, the young woman had the power to steal one’s breath. But as she flirted with the camera, every eye in the room was on her. Stylists clumped in corners nodding and whispering to each other that Alicia was pure devastation. Devastation was synonymous with beauty at Lane V Modeling Agency.
The hair already made her a standout, thick coarse waves erupting from her head and down her back like a wolf’s mane. Wild, it looked, and at fascinating odds with the poise of her sculpted but not overly full pink lips, patrician nose, and startling, startling crystal blue eyes. Where in the hell had the girl gotten true to life, honest-to-goodness blue eyes? Eyes closed, she could have been any ethnicity, black, Latin, Middle Eastern, even Asian. Deliciously perfect, her skin matched the color of a hot latte. Creamy but with a caramel undertone. Gorgeous. Eyes open? An English rose kissed long by the sun. Magnificent.
In a room filled with stunning models, she drew undivided attention. For that reason alone, Pam knew she would sign her. A look like that didn’t come along every day. If she didn’t sign her, someone else would, potentially someone who would not look out for the girl the way Lane V Modeling Agency would. For all her beauty and sensuality, the girl looked young, fragile, like someone could take advantage of her with ease. That thought, Pam could not abide.
After raising two younger siblings pretty much on her own after her parents died, she was tired, and she had no desire to have children. Too much stress, too much drama, too much lip, too much money, too much fear and worry. When Rasheedah and Patrick had finally finished school and landed jobs, she’d washed her hands of the idea of ever having her own kids. Unfortunately, the universe had had the final say in the matter. Lane V employed the largest population of models under the age of eighteen, which meant that Pam had dozens of kids…and apparently she was about to adopt another one.
“Let me see her sheet.”
As she reached for the clipboard clutched to her partner’s chest, Valeria smacked her on the back of the hand. “Her name is Alicia. That’s all you need to know.”
When Pam told her team to help control her workaholism, they’d gone a little too far. “You know this is having a reverse affect on my stress level.”
Valeria only smiled.
Pam sorely wanted to say something about Valeria’s cat-that-ate-the-canary smile, but she felt her cell phone vibrate in her pocket. She took it out and looked down at the screen.
That was not a sigh. That was not a sigh. That was not a–
“Did you just sigh?” Valeria arched an eyebrow at her over an even wider than normal smile. “Awww…”
“I hate you,” Pam mouthed as she made her way away from the shoot and toward her office.
“Hi!” her voice was light, airy, teenager-y. New. Even when she had a crush on someone as a kid, she hadn’t sounded like that.
“Hello, beautiful,” a deep, slow rumble caressed her from the other end.
She let her eyes roll closed for just a second. Maybe it made sense that she melted when she was with him. Yes, that made sense. But his ability to reduce her to warm pudding with only a voice disturbed her more than a little bit.
“What’s going on?” she asked, hoping she sounded cool and not at all breathy.
He hesitated. “Not much. Just wanted to hear your voice.”
Sinking into a chair in her office, Pam covered her eyes with her palm, letting herself be consumed by the moment. “I’m glad you called.”
“I missed you.”
Pam wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this. Did anyone in the world know how sweet he was? Anyone? Did anyone know that he wasn’t an enigma at all, but rather an open book? Heart on his sleeve.
“I missed you, too,” she murmured back before adding, “Even if I did just talk to you last night.”
“But you didn’t see me.” He sounded steady, manly, not at all pouty. Okay, maybe a little bit pouty.
“Don’t pout. Did you forget a little thing called Fashion Week? We’ve been swamped since it concluded. And we had work to complete ahead of open call today.”
“Then afterwards you should have spent the night with me.”
The very thought made her shiver. She rubbed the back of her neck and squeezed her legs together. If he had asked her, would she have come? Maybe it didn’t matter, because he hadn’t asked. Instead, he’d called her late and groggily assured himself that she had made it home safely and her day had gone well. Now, he sounded…pouty, or at the very least upset about something. Was that it? Was he upset that they’d gone out for over a month, and nothing more than heavy petting had happened?
“My knee’s bothering me.”
The answer came quickly, but Pam frowned. What she heard in his voice was more than physical pain. She didn’t want to know, but maybe it was time to slay this sexual dragon. “And?”
“I know your knee’s hurting, but I want to know what else is on your mind.”
“You’re so good at that.”
“It’s easier when I hear you rather than see you. You’re…distracting when I see you.”
Thankfully, he had no response to that. He was probably used to women saying the same thing. She heard him swallow, then say, “There is something I need to talk to you about.”
Her stomach, kidneys, lungs, heart, spleen all raced up into the back of her throat to form a strangling knot.
He was going to dump her because they hadn’t had sex.
The nutty part was that every time she was in the same room with him, she was assailed by hot sweaty images of them doing things that were probably illegal in some states. Oh, she wanted him, that was certain, but, Pam had avoided that kind of physical intimacy with him for a couple of weeks.
To be certain, Pam didn’t have a messed up relationship with coitus. She had a healthy sexual appetite. She just chose very carefully–and infrequently–when and with whom she would indulge that appetite. In truth, she had had very few partners if one compared her to just about anyone else in the industry. But what did link her to most everybody in the fashion world was that those few relationships had been short lived and more about a physical need than anything else.
Pam didn’t want kids and she didn’t want a husband. She didn’t want ties at all. And she railed regularly at the cosmos for binding her to so many people already against her will. Every day, she felt stretched too thin. Every day she felt worry. Every day someone near to her nearly broke her heart. How much worse would it be if…
This was it. This was the time to face the truth. Pamela Lane was scared. Once she slept with this man, once she gave in to that intimacy and accepted him body and soul, she was going to feel these things, worry over him, worry about him. She was going to want to make sure he ate regularly and didn’t drive too fast and got that knee replacement he’d been needing for more than a year. He was going to have another piece of her heart, and she was so afraid, as with one or two of the kids who came through the agency, as with her siblings when they got into trouble or even her parents when they died, that he might break it. She might not be strong enough to recover this time.
But she wanted him, more than she’d ever wanted anyone, and it scared the living daylights out of her. Because, if truth be told and as stupid as it sounded to her, a mature, no-nonsense woman of thirty-nine, she was already in love with him. Completely. Head over heels. Whatever he wanted from her, he could have, because he already had that piece of her heart she worried over.
Why she was still holding out was beyond her. Hell, how she was still holding out was beyond her. Beyond her. And, apparently, beyond Valeria and Sherrod as well. Pam had realized long ago that she could never keep anything from those two.
“You’re planning to tell me you’re a mass murderer, aren’t you?”
“You have a hidden wife?”
He coughed. Not a good sign. “No, Pamela, I do not have a hidden wife.”
“Are you going to break up with me?”
“So you admit we’re a couple? You admit that I’m your boyfriend?” He laughed. In the past, when Pam would argue, he’d counter, “No, you can’t try and take it back. You can’t break up with someone who isn’t your boyfriend!”
“You are not charming,” Pam told him drily as she repressed a sigh of relief.
“People across the globe would disagree with you.”
“Oh, shut up and act your age!”
“That’s low, very low. Wait…hey, babe, I got a call coming in. Have to go. See you tonight?”
“It’s Friday–you know I’m working late.”
”Sooo, see you late tonight, darling?” he persisted. If a wink could be sent through phone lines, Pam had just received one.
She sent him a smile. “Yeah, honey, see you late tonight.”
After Pam hung up, she sank back into her chair, limbs loose but nerve endings electrified. So, tonight they would talk, and if she escaped being dumped, she was going to finally let go.
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I just got my new cover for If You Asked Me To and it is… dare I say it? Awesome. Love, love, love it. The couple is sooo right, I couldn’t have asked for better.