Welcome Julie Shelton

js-lovingsarah[1]Hi and welcome to my blog, Julie Shelton. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake. 

To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out? 

Hi, Raine, and thanks for the warm welcome.  As I approached the end of my first novel, Loving Sarah, I realized that the finished manuscript was going to weigh 80 pounds and be 700 pages long.  So, after thinking long and hard, I decided to add even more stuff and turn it into a two-parter.  So I am currently hard at work on the sequel to Loving Sarah, entitled Owning Sarah.

Is there something special you do to celebrate when one of your books is released? 

Actually, I didn’t do anything except tell all of my Facebook friends and send emails to all my close friends and family.

What influenced you to get published? How long did it take for your first book to get published?

What influenced me to get published?  I felt that I had written a really good book, one that had the potential of providing pleasure and entertainment to a lot of people.  Plus, I figured it would be a good way to earn a little pocket change.  Siren was the first publisher I submitted it to.  Around three weeks after that, they emailed me and asked me to make a few changes (mainly, upping the heroine’s age from seventeen to eighteen at the time of an attempted rape).  I figured this was a pretty good sign, thinking if they weren’t interested in it at all, they wouldn’t have bothered to ask for the changes.  They offered to publish it less than two weeks after I submitted the revised manuscript.

Do you have a book that was easiest to write or one that was the hardest?

Loving Sarah was the hardest to write because, as I mentioned earlier, it was really two books masquerading as one.  It also started out as a straight M/F erotic romance between Sarah and Jesse, but that pesky Adam Sinclair just wouldn’t be denied.

Could you tell us a couple of favorite books that inspired you to write?

Anything by Lora Leigh, Maya Banks, Cherise Sinclair, Sophie Oak, Lisa Marie Rice, Lauren Dane, Joey W. Hill, Leah Brooke, Eden Bradley, Kristen Ashley;  the list goes on and on.  My earliest influences, years and years ago, back in the dark ages, were Mary Stewart’s romantic suspense novels and Phyllis Whitney’s gothic novels.

Is music a factor for you while you are writing? Do certain songs put you in the right frame of mind to write certain stories?

When I put music on, I put it on to listen to it, so I usually find it distracting when I write because I want to sing or hum along with it.   I love anything classical and I love light rock, especially the power ballads.  My all-time favorite is The Search is Over by Survivor.

If you could collaborate with one author who would it be?

Good grief, there’s no way I could pick just one!  Go to the list above, close your eyes and point.  I’ll go with her.

What is the strangest source of writing inspiration you’ve ever had?

Years ago I was watching the movie, Becket (with Richard Burton and Peter o’Toole).  In one scene there was a female character dressed in a blue gown.  Well, the minute I saw that gown, an entire Medieval romance novel sprung into my mind.  I couldn’t write it down fast enough!  I still have it—it’s on 3 x 5 index cards in two shoeboxes in my closet, just waiting to be immortalized in print.

If your muse were to talk behind your back, what secrets would they tell?

That I am a terrible procrastinator, especially when I’m blocked.  Other times I’m so inspired I can’t sleep with all the thoughts swirling in my head and often forget to eat.

Other than writing, what are some of your passions in life?

Reading, listening to music, traveling and my cross-eyed cat, Lou.

What books are currently on your nightstand?
All of Cherise Sinclair’s Shadowlands books—I’m currently re-reading them.

Creed, by Kristen Ashley.  I’m almost reluctant to start it, because once I start one of her books I can’t put it down.  And if I read this one, I’ll have no new ones by her to read.  What a dilemma.

What can readers expect next from you?

Owning Sarah.  Hopefully I can submit it for publication by the end of April or May.  That, incidentally, is when Loving Sarah is scheduled to be released as a paperback.

Thanks for coming. Is there anything else you want to add? (links, news, etc)

Thanks for having me.  Loving Sarah can be purchased at www.sirenpublishing.com.  Be sure to look at my author page and check out all the fantastic reviews.

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js-lovingsarah[1]Loving Sarah by Julie Shelton


Eight years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old Sarah Marshall.  Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah Marshall—preferably bound, naked and kneeling before him.

Sarah has never forgotten Jesse.  He’s been the object of all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star of nightly dreams that have become increasingly erotic over the years.  So when he suddenly reappears in her life, she warily agrees to let him introduce her to his world—the world of BDSM.  When he also introduces her to his best friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces the challenge of submitting to two powerful, Dominant men.

But Sarah has an even bigger problem.  A stalker.  Someone from her past who is determined to destroy any chance she has at happiness.  Can Adam and Jesse love and protect her?  Or will her world explode in betrayal and violence that will destroy them all? 

ADULT EXCERPT

Adam manipulated her slick, swollen pussy lips, sliding them back and forth until one of the frozen red grapes popped from its dewy prison.  It sat, glistening lewdly, nestled between her sopping wet lips like some obscene sex organ.  “Do not come,” he instructed quietly, working his tongue beneath the grape and sliding it all the way up her slit.  He flicked it rapidly across her frazzled clit before pulling the small fruit into his mouth and chewing noisily.

She was gasping like a beached fish, desperately trying to hold off her climax.

“Do not come,” he repeated, squeezing another grape free and looking at it for a long moment before taking it into his mouth.  “God, you taste delicious,” he murmured, sliding his tongue back and forth along the length of her slit, just barely touching that nerve-ridden nubbin of flesh that was the center of both her pleasure and her torment.  “Like sunshine and flowers and sweet, sweet cream.”

She lay there, shuddering and twitching as he tunneled his tongue into the depths of her

cunt, releasing two more grapes and sending her body spiraling up, up, up toward the orgasm that hovered so tantalizingly out of reach.  The orgasm she so desperately craved, yet knew she must not have.  The one she fought with every trembling muscle in her body.

Adam pushed her right up to the edge.  Then stopped.

He straightened, watching her entire body shudder helplessly as yet another orgasm retreated.  He reveled in the power her submission gave him.  Power to control, to direct, to manipulate.  Power to render her helpless against her body’s own dark needs even as he drove her to the ultimate in sexual pleasure.  “You do not have permission to come,” he reminded her as, one by one, he pulled more round red globes into his mouth.  He released her pussy lips and stood up to allow Jesse to take his place.

A sob heaved from her lungs as she frantically fought her body’s brutal need to climax.

Jesse spread her labia apart with his thumbs, revealing her entire slit from her clenching ass hole at the bottom to the portal of her vagina and her clit at the very top.  Her flesh was pink and swollen and dripping with the cream of her arousal.  By now the remaining grapes were held firmly in place within her vaginal walls.  Jesse rubbed his nose along her cleft, lapping his tongue at her dripping entrance, making her shudder and squirm.  Placing his palm over her mound, he pressed down.  “Push,” he said and a grape popped out onto his tongue.

He bit into the crisp flesh and was rewarded with a burst of tart sweetness that blended with Sarah’s own unique flavor, making it the most delicious treat he’d ever eaten.  He ate all the remaining grapes, taking his time to dig each one out, finger-fucking her, building her arousal to a fever pitch.  By the time he finished the last one, she was moaning and writhing and burning with the need to come.

 

 

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