Though I concentrate more on LGBT fiction, I do write m/f romances once in a while. I always have, always will. Sometimes I use a pen name, and sometimes I don’t. With this story, IT’S NICE TO BE NAUGHTY, the publisher and I decided to just shorten my first name to an initial. We were hoping readers who know my LGBT work already would see that something was different and read the details carefully so they wouldn’t be mistaken about the content of the story.
There are various reasons why authors use pen names, but in most cases it’s because they hop genres and they don’t want to confuse their readers. In this case, I wanted it to be clear that INTBN was based on two hetero main characters, not gay male characters.
The interesting thing about my m/f romances that are published with pen names is that I don’t spend much time promoting them. And yet I’ve been happy with the sales results of each one. I often wonder what would happen if I actually spent more time promoting these books. But it all comes down to the fact that there are only so many hours in a day and usually something has to suffer. With me, it’s fiction I’ve published under pen names.
But IT’S NICE TO BE NAUGHTY has surprised me more than once since its release. It’s been on more than one bestseller list, and it’s remained in the top thirty over at fictionwise.com since it’s been released. If I had an answer to why this happened with INTBN, I’d share it with everyone. But I honestly don’t know and probably never will. I do know I enjoyed writing the story more than I thought I would. I wanted a story with a main character who is a woman, in her thirties, who has been suppressed most of her life. She’s not model thin, she’s not a raving beauty, and she’s not even the most stylish woman. But there is a lot more to her than meets the eye. And when she finally meets a handsome young man in his twenties who sees her as the voluptuous, sexy woman she wants to be (dreams about being), she finally has a chance to act out her fantasies. In spite of the age difference, these two unlikely characters are the perfect balance of opposites do, indeed, attract.
Here’s the blurb:
Even the nicest girls have to be a little naughty sometimes. Though Sally Mae Frye has worked hard and played by the rules all her life, she wonders whether she’s missed something along the way. She’s already in her late thirties, and she’s still single. She spends most of her time either working or dealing with her aging mother. And then she hires handsome, young Phil Winston to be her personal assistant at the bank, without even realizing he’s a sweet guy with a kinky little fetish that will eventually turn her into the sort of naughty woman she’s always fantasized about. Sally Mae can’t ignore Phil’s rough hands and the subtle bulge between his legs, or the way he tends to notice her when she leaves a room. At first, all it takes is a heavy snow storm and a sopping wet male assistant who likes to strip for his full-figured boss. After that, it’s all about the way dirty, young Phil knows how bend Sally Mae over and use the palm of his rugged hand to please her.
Here’s a link to fictionwise where the story is now at #27 in the erotic/fetish category. There haven’t been a lot of ratings left, at least not compared to the amount of books that have been sold (erotic romance is all about discretion), but it seems the ratings that are there are a balance from people who either loved it or hated it. This story can also be found on amazon and other retail web sites where e-books are sold.
Here’s an excerpt:
Though he didn’t look like someone who would work in a bank, with his slick leather jacket and his shiny black shirt with a wide collar, Sally Mae appreciated his complete honesty. Another young guy probably wouldn’t have mentioned this alcoholic business at all. “Would you be interested in a full-time receptionist job?”
He smiled so wide his gums showed. “Well, yes, definitely.”
Sally Mae had always trusted her gut instincts when it came to hiring, and she needed a receptionist. The thought of placing an ad, and then going through the interview process caused a lump in her stomach. “Since you don’t have any experience, let’s try it out for a couple of weeks and see what happens. When can you start, Mr. Winston?”
“Right now if you want,” he said. His voice was still deep but more relaxed and smoother. His lavender and blue eyes popped; he couldn’t believe she’d just hired him on the spot.
What her gut instinct didn’t recognize was Phil Winston had a staid, unfulfilled quirk. His penchant was for pale-skinned, middle-aged women with flat chests and bursting, pear-shaped bottoms. When he saw a flabby ass jiggle in white cotton shorts, his knees nearly buckled. If he happened to be on the beach and noticed a cellulite-ridden rear end in a bathing suit, he’d cover his crotch with a beach towel and wait for the nine-inch erection to subside. But more than that, Phil didn’t merely want to fuck these rotund women; he wanted to spank those immense white bottoms until they were reddish purple. Unfortunately, his little fetish went unfulfilled for the most part: he wasn’t interested in the skinny young women his own age with boney asses and big tits. And it simply wasn’t that easy to find a full-figured, mature woman who knew how to appreciate a good ass whipping.