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Triple Play Q&A with Jonathan Grey
Hello, all!
Just as a little FYI, the idea behind the Triple Play Q&A is to feature erotica/romance authors to showcase their work, to give them an outlet to share a bit about themselves, and to have them answer three questions—some serious, some seriously silly—in an effort to get to know them better. For my first Triple Play Q&A in years, I’m reviving the series with fellow erotica author and friend, Jonathan Grey. Many of you may already know him from his blog—Grey Man’s Memoirs—and his short-form erotic fiction…and if you haven’t checked out his stories yet, please do yourself a favor and head on over there!
In addition to sharing content on his blog, Jon recently published a novel, Bound for Better or Worse. This is the first installment in his Bonded series, so be sure to have a look!
Welcome to the Triple Play Q&A, Jon!
Hello, Jaye, thanks for having me. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Jonathan Grey. Yes, it is a pen name to protect the innocent near me since I am far from innocent myself. A fan of the D/s dynamic for decades, I’ve read a lot of it and done a bit with it. Writing for me always seems to dip into the power exchange inherent in romantic relationships. I also have a platinum nerd card in many areas: sci-fi, fantasy, gaming, movies, etc. I always enjoy a good conversation, especially with those of a submissive persuasion.
What does your writing space look like when you’re in the thick of a project?
The world is my office. I do some of my writing at home, but most of it is done at a small table in an eatery at one of my five favorite shopping malls. Why there? I love to people-watch. Ok, I love to watch female people. My observations at these Happy Places have often inspired characters or even storylines. I usually have my laptop open, food next to me, carbonated caffeine ready, and I might be wearing my BOSE headphones for some concentration.
If you were to perform karaoke, which song would you pick and why?
I performed “Sweet Home Alabama” at a bar in Austin, TX, and recorded it on YouTube. I share it only with a very select few. My favorite song to perform would be “Your Mama Don’t Dance” by Loggins and Messina. Why? I know it frontwards and backwards, and it always makes me laugh. My second choice would be “Minnie the Moocher” by Cab Calloway. I’ve done this on stage with karaoke backup…also on YouTube.
If you ran into your thirteen year-old self, what piece of solid advice would you give him?
“Dude, chill. It’ll happen sooner and better than you think it will. Pay more attention to being the real you and forget what others tell you is right.” That’s the printable version of my advice to self. 😉
Thank you, Jon, for joining me today for the Triple Play Q&A, and congratulations on your new novel! I’ve already got a copy loaded on my Kindle and ready to go! If your other fiction is any indication, I’m hopeful the next books come out quickly!
And thank you, dear readers, for stopping by for the segment. If you’re an erotica author (or erotica-adjacent!) and you’d like to be featured here, reach out to me via the contact form on my blog. I promise I won’t bite…unless that’s your thing… 😉
A Few Observations on My Authorversary
I always like to start my blog posts off by coming up with the title, but I had trouble coming up with something suitable for today’s post and that, in and of itself, is disconcerting. In other words, sorry for the lame title. 😉
So, where should I start?
Well, today is my authorversary. On April 29 of last year, I published my first novel, Doctor’s Orders, and Jaye Elise was born. At that point, I still hadn’t told my husband that I was a published author and I already had another book in the pipeline. All in all, it’s been an exciting year! Three solo novels published, three more with my amazing co-author, Jack Crosby, and a short story in a Christmas anthology…not too shabby. And this doesn’t even include the Wicked Daddy-inspired stories I’ve been posting! 😉
I’ve made some amazing friends over the past year as well, including you, dear readers! A few who readily come to mind are the aforementioned Jack (bacon lover and cheerleader extraordinaire!), Katie Douglas, Wicked Daddy, Gracie Malling, Marlee Wray, Philip Mitchell Stein, Ruth Storm, J.B. Crown, Seanna Cullen…and the list could keep growing! What a pleasure it is to learn, grow, and share ideas with you all!
It’s a bittersweet day, though, and there’s really no hiding that fact. Without overdramatizing my situation, I wouldn’t call what I’m going through right now “writer’s block”…it’s more like “writer’s paralysis”. I’ve bought loads of my friends’ publications and have them ready to go on my iPad…but I can’t bear to read them. I’ve got four or five novels in various stages of development…but I can’t even open the documents to see what a shambles they are. I’ve got suggestions, support, and recommendations about moving forward coming in from all across my network (thank you, by the way)…but it’s falling on deaf ears.
I haven’t written—really written—in months.
I’ll be the first one to tell you I’m not a creative type. I don’t obsess about my “craft” because I don’t have a craft to obsess about. It’s simple. I like smut. And I like writing quality smut that resonates with people. I’m pretty sure I’ve done that.
At some point, I’m sure I’ll do it again.
Now is not that point.
Triple Play Q&A with J.B. Crown
Hello all!
I’ve got quite a special guest with me on today’s Triple Play Q&A author spotlight in that I consider him not only a talented author, but also a dear friend. While J.B. Crown and I may never have met in person, we’ve spent considerable time discussing the nuances of writing and erotic fiction, fond memories of our respective travels and well-executed office pranks, and why Romancing the Stone might very well be the most perfect movie in the history of ever!
After publishing a number of sexy, heartfelt erotic short stories, J.B. has just released his first full full-length novel—S.I.R.E.N.S—and it’s available on Amazon now!
If you’re looking for your next great read, or simply hoping to spend a few minutes getting to know one of the wittiest authors I’ve had the pleasure of meeting, look no further!
Welcome to the Triple Play Q&A, J.B.!
Hi there, I’m erotic short story (and now full length novelist) writer, J. B. Crown. I’ve been on quite a journey to reach my present life situation. People who ask about my background as an erotic author, are often dumbfounded when they discover I was once a church minister! My early twenties saw me temporarily leave my native England to attend an Evangelical bible college in the USA. From there I spent some time as a minister and missionary in the Caribbean, Africa, and back home. Between that and becoming an erotica author, there were fifteen years in policing and four as an independent consultant to the service. From chandelier-swinging bible thumper to literary-swinging smut scribe. There’s a fair story in the middle of all that, as you might expect…
I have written in different genres under other names. Erotica is a fairly new topic for me, and one that I decided to explore out of curiosity more than anything else. Originally it seemed like a fun vehicle for knocking out (pun intended) quick and easy ‘splooge lit,’ for those who just enjoy a bit of disposable titillation. However, along the way I found myself increasingly burning with a desire to get a proper story in there too, and take my characters further. My new work, ‘S.I.R.E.N.S’ does just that, marking a significant divergence from earlier pieces as a full-length erotic action/adventure romance novel.
‘S.I.R.E.N.S’ has a bit of everything: action, adventure, chases, escapes, gunfights, betrayal, revenge, hand to hand combat, big World War 2 set pieces, an accurate historical setting, romance, loss, sentimentality, hot sex covering a variety of tastes and topics, plus an ongoing central love story woven throughout.
It is often said that writers never finish their books, they only abandon them. As big-headed as this might unfortunately sound, ‘S.I.R.E.N.S’ is actually everything I dreamt it could be while formulating the concept. I am very happy with the final product. Hopefully my readers will be too!
The book gave me an opportunity to do something I have wanted for a long time: write a fictional, sexy adventure story featuring the women of S.O.E – the British Special Operations Executive formed at the behest of Winston Churchill to conduct clandestine warfare against the Axis.
The role of women in conflict at that time was largely communications, logistics and nursing; not front-line fighting. S.O.E. had around 3,200 female staff, many of whom became agents and made the ultimate sacrifice overseas in a job with a life expectancy of only six weeks. With 2018 being the year in which we celebrate the centenary of women’s suffrage, it seemed the ideal moment for my project.
In the book, you will meet four incredible young ladies from diverse backgrounds and places: Elsa Vogl (Austria), Sophie Mayeaux (France), Jessica Martin (England), and Carlotta Bianchi (Italy). Their individual backstories and mutual hatred of the Nazis bring them together, just as S.O.E. are forming a special, dedicated female unit called ‘S.I.R.E.N.S.’ The squad is being created for one audacious mission that dovetails with the ‘Crossbow’ operations already being conducted. It is expected to be a ‘one night stand’ in every sense of the term, almost certainly proving terminal for the new recruits.
FUN FACT: My best friend and I once performed an emergency, rough weather light aircraft landing at Altenrhein airfield in Switzerland, which features in the book. Visibility had dropped to almost nothing, and a rainstorm swept across from the Pfänder in Austria (a mountain I have hiked down and which overlooks Elsa’s fictitious village). We came in too high, but there was no time for a go-around in the rapidly deteriorating conditions. Just as we put the Cessna down on the deck, a heavy crosswind picked us up at an angle and slammed the bird back into the tarmac. We were both okay, but it knocked out our landing lights.
Thanks for the candid, riveting introduction, J.B.! I can’t decide who I’d rather meet in person, your incredible heroines or you! 😉 And now it’s time for your Triple Play!
What does your writing space look like when you’re in the thick of a project?
I like a calm, reasonably tidy environment and usually write in my study. I’m not one for scribbling on bits of paper (though I used to be), typically penning rough ideas onto an iPad which sits alongside my laptop for reference.
If you want to know what my writing space looks like at the end of the current book, you will find a photo below. Sitting on the laptop is a proper Fairbairn-Sykes British commando fighting knife, as given-to and used-by the ‘S.I.R.E.N.S’ in the book.
What are three things you can’t live without and why?
SOLITUDE – I’m an introvert and HSP, so it’s like air to me!
BUCOLIC SURROUNDINGS – I enjoyed my time living in Dallas and other places, but I suffer if away from the rustic environs of home for too long. I’m an English country boy from Kent, otherwise known as ‘The Garden of England.’ I live in a little country town that pre-dates the Roman invasion, and went to school on a farm in a picturesque valley near where Julius Caesar camped.
FISH & CHIPS – Once you’ve had proper English Fish & Chips, life is never the same again.
If you ran into your thirteen year-old self, what piece of solid advice would you give him?
My thirteen year-old self? That would have to be: tugging is a lot more fun when a girl is doing it for you! (Can I say that on this blog?)*
Honestly, I’ve often pondered a question like this. When I look at the choices I have made, I know my life could look a lot different (not to mention financially more prosperous) had I been given pointers by my older self. Yet at the same time, those choices made me who I am today. There are things I missed out on that others enjoyed, yet I have done more with my life than many of those people ever will. Classic: ‘you pays your money and you takes your choice,’ I suppose.
If there was a solid piece of advice for my thirteen year-old self, it would be this: ‘Time passes quickly. Don’t be afraid to try something new.’
Life naturally gets in the way, and mundane activities cause weeks, months and years to blur into one. That’s just a necessary part of our existence, unless you’re lucky enough to be minted and have servants! It’s when I look back that I notice life seems less ‘wasted’ as I reflect on the new experiences I had a go at. It can be something as small as visiting a different restaurant, attending an event I’ve never been to, trying an unusual hobby I might not have considered before etc. I’m the kind of person who finds comfort in the calm and familiar. Yet, it’s the times I’ve pushed myself out of that comfort zone (for whatever reason) that new vistas have eventually opened up with their associated joy and life rewards. It’s advice I still need to remind myself of.
* Jaye’s Notes: Yes, you can. You most certainly can. 😉
Thank you, J.B., for joining me today for the Triple Play Q&A, and congratulations on your new release! I’ve already got my copy loaded on my Kindle and ready to go! I’m hopeful that you, dear readers, have gotten a taste of J.B. Crown’s humor, intelligence, and charm. Please give his writing a go—you won’t be disappointed! If you’d like to find out even more about J.B., are curious to see a promo trailer for S.I.R.E.N.S., or would be interested in picking up some of his fantastic publications, please click around the links below and go to town!
- Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/J.-B.-Crown/e/B076QL8HNC
- Twitter: https://twitter.com/J_B_Crown
- Website: https://jbcrownauthor.wordpress.com/
- Promotional video for S.I.R.E.N.S: https://vimeo.com/255264271
Obeying Him: A Wicked Daddy-Inspired Story
Hello all!
For those of you who’ve followed my blog for a bit, you’ll have heard of my dear friend, Wicked Daddy. You may also have had an opportunity to read some of my sexy stories inspired by his amazing, naughty toys! Well, WD had a bit of a health scare over the weekend and is under doctor’s orders to take it easy and to make some time for relaxation. And, in my mind, what better way to relax than with a bit of smut, right?? 😉 *insert fiendish laugh here*
This story is slightly different than my typical writing and I’m curious to hear what you think of it. Feel free to drop me a line when you’ve got a moment.
Now, without further ado, this one’s for you, Wicked Daddy! Rest up and enjoy!
I want you to hold this for me, little one.
When he’d whispered the words in my ear just over an hour ago, it had seemed such an innocent request. And when he extended the nine-inch clear glass rod in my direction, my instinct was to reach out my hand. But my instinct was wrong…and I quickly found out exactly how wrong I was.
Now—face down, ass up on his bed—as he buries the greased rod snugly in my bottom, twisting and pumping it firmly into my most private hole, it occurs to me that Daddy isn’t entirely devoid of a sense of humor. Because not only does he want me to hold it for him, but his expectation is that I maintain control of the rod for a full hour without letting it fall to the mattress beneath me.
This is a game for him—for us—a test of wills he will inevitably win. He always does. But, oh, how he loves to give me the illusion of having a fighting chance.
As my tight ass clenches around the rod, appreciating its weight and depth, I soon realize that each nervous twitch, each shift in position, and each errant suckle engages my internal muscles and surrenders a fraction of the smooth probe from the sheath of my body, getting ever closer to failure. And despite the sheen of perspiration cooling across my exposed back, I know that only about ten minutes have passed since we started. It’s far too soon to admit defeat, far too soon to lose this challenge.
I’d hate to disappoint Daddy.
Unfortunately, there’s no way for me to be sure how much time has gone by. Determined to deny me any comfort in this scenario, he’s removed my watch and unplugged the alarm clock. The countdown is entirely in his hands. He could keep me like this for hours, if that were his preference. The thrilled frisson of arousal from this little mindfuck forces an inch of the rod out of me. I need to relax if I have any chance of enduring this exquisite dilemma for the full hour.
Although I can’t turn around to meet his eyes, I feel his gaze caressing my backside, searing me with his intensity. Occasionally, he whispers words of encouragement, sotto voce good girls that course through my body, tightening up my core and threatening to dislodge the smooth, well-oiled glass toy he’s placed there for his pleasure.
Judging by his soft footfalls, the distance of his voice, and the clicking of his thumbnail against the ridges of a crystal tumbler, he’s poured himself a drink and has taken up position in the plush seat in the corner. Daddy is determined to enjoy the show. This is one instance in which I’m actually happy I’m pinned in place, this time by precarious predicament as opposed to the rigid restraints he typically favors. We both know that if I were able to sneak a glimpse of him, I’d inevitably see the smooth black cane perched across his thighs, my inevitable punishment for failure laid out in the starkest terms possible. The full body shudder I’d undoubtedly experience would send the rod plummeting to the mattress and the biting penance would commence.
Determined to give him the obedience he deserves, I focus on my surroundings in an attempt to relax and to will the rod to stay right where he put it. After a deep, cleansing breath, I squeeze my eyes shut, limiting my senses and eliminating any excess stimuli. With my face pressed into the bed, the fresh smell of the crisp sheets blends with the comforting scent of his single malt scotch wafting from across the room. The cool air crisscrossing my exposed flesh and pussy is a welcome reprieve from the heat emanating from my core. A soft groan and the sound of his hand brushing across the fabric of his pants tells me this little game we’re playing is making him hard. That telling insight steels my resolve and my tight little asshole clutches the rod as firmly as I can.
It is from within this complex, seductive miasma of submissive bliss and struggle that I come to the ultimate realization about Daddy. And about myself.
There are no winners or losers in this battle, only dominance and submission in their purest forms. If I last the hour, I will have obeyed Daddy’s command, made him proud, and—if he’s feeling generous—earned a soul-penetrating orgasm. However, if I allow the rod to drop, I will have disobeyed him, disappointed him, and will have earned the punishment I know he’s desperate to give me.
But either way, I have the power in this situation. Daddy has entrusted his little one to do what needs to be done—to give myself the experience I need—thereby providing him the opportunity to exert his dominance in the way my submission demands. What once seemed the illusion of choice is now the empowering knowledge that I am the only one who can balance our dynamic, the only one who holds the key to who we are when we’re at our best. And the hard, unyielding, yet comforting toy he’s buried in my ass is a tangible reminder of everything we share.
With a final sigh and a conscious disregard for the clock ticking its way toward the hour mark, I stop struggling to hold the rod. If it falls, it falls. If it stays, it stays. One way or another, I’m going to give him the submission he needs from me.
And as the glass slides its way out of my slightly stretched bottom, inch by smooth inch, and I hear the light tsk tsks from my Daddy, I can’t be bothered to hide the smile creeping its way across my lips.
Because I’m submissive. And I’m all his.
Weebles Wobble…
Weebles wobble, but they don’t fall down.
Ahhh, Weebles. These little toys predate yours truly, but their signature catchphrase has been running through my mind for the past month or so. For those of you who have even a cursory knowledge of my blogging style, you know how difficult it is for me to share any details about myself.* The good Midwestern girl in me is reticent to open up, to bare myself, to surrender to self-indulgent emotionalism. It goes against the grain of everything I’ve always known. But Christ on a cracker. Sometimes the reed must bend lest it break…and baby, this reed is going full-on yoga instructor in a wind tunnel! So perhaps it’s a good time to crack open the door again and let you all have a little peek.
In so many ways, and even though we’re only a few months in, 2018 has been the most challenging year of my life. And the blows keep raining down, sending me reeling off-kilter and making me feel like a stranger in my own skin. Personally, professionally, creatively…nothing feels safe or off-limits anymore.
It’s unsettling at best.
That being said, I may very well be wobbling, but I won’t fall down. For every challenge and obstacle I’ve come across this year, I can also look to the wonderful new friends I’ve made, to the moments of laughter and joy I experience each and every day, and to the slivers of peace I can carve out of even the most mundane goings-on.
So, to all of you out there who’ve helped to keep this wobbling Weeble from falling down, thanks for the support, the friendship, and the happiness. When the worst is over, I’m confident I’ll be a better woman for all of this. And for all those who’ve graciously filled my cup (and even those who haven’t), when the time comes, there’s a serious ray of sunshine headed your way, so gird your loins and prepare to get wobbled yourself!
* Of course, this begs the question why I choose to blog in the first place, but that’s a story for another time, folks! 😉
Topsy Turvy 2018…and Loving Every Minute of It
Okay, so I’ve got two quick confessions to make:
- The picture I’ve attached to this post has absolutely nothing to do with the subject matter of said post. It’s just sexy as hell and I wanted to share it with you. 😉 You’re welcome.
- Generally speaking, January is my least favorite month of the year.
It’s dark, it’s cold, it’s bleak, and it seems to go on forever. The Christmas decorations have all come down and the football season is nearly over. A brutal frigid snap is crossing the States and myriad responsibilities await my attention at my day job. By this point in my life, it’s a routine I’m used to and it never fails to leave me a bit down in the dumps. So when New Year’s Day rolled around again, I had every expectation that this January would play out like every other one before it. *insert sad trombone riff here*
But with a new book coming out any day now, some solid kinky ideas for new projects floating around my head, a healthy dose of naughtiness in the air, and a host of new friends that I never dreamed I’d have a year ago, this January is shaping up to be one of the best I’ve ever had!
So, thanks to all of you who are helping to make this January special! 😉
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