I’m delighted today to welcome Patricia Green to my guest author blog. Patricia’s blog theme is “Sugar and Spice, So Naughty They’re Nice”…which I loved. Her newest release is Psyched Out, her first self-published project at Smashwords, All Romance eBooks, and Amazon.
Having begun her writing career at the tender age of seven by publishing a poem in a children’s magazine, Ms. Green has spent many years at typewriter and keyboard. She’s the author of 11 published projects (10 ebooks and one out-of-print traditional book). She a member of EPIC, the Erotic Authors Association, and the Erotica Readers and Writers Association. Ms. Green resides in the Washington DC area, is married to her best friend, and is the mother of twin daughters.
How do you respond to someone who says, “You write WHAT?”
This hasn’t really happened to me. Maybe I just seem like the “kind of person” who would write erotica that focuses on dominant males and spanking. I’m not sure what that says about me, but I can hardly be someone else.
I do have my come-back line all prepared for the day when I encounter someone giving me the high-eyebrow treatment. “Yes, I write erotica. Just as Anaïs Nin did and Piers Anthony, Anne Rice and Laurel K. Hamilton have. I write love stories that illustrate intimate relationships. Sex is a part of those relationships. I think it’s disingenuous to turn off the light or close the bedroom door and pretend that it’s all chivalry and rose petals.
(Starla) Great come-back line!
What are your hobbies or other interests that get you away from the stress of writing?
I write or do promotions all day, 5-6 days a week. Even if the muse is upon me, I don’t write in the evenings or on Saturdays. I think self-discipline is important, and my husband reminds me to stop working if I get carried away. During my time off, I love to watch hockey or baseball. We stream it over the ‘net. While I take in the game, I crochet or stitch plastic canvas projects. It is very relaxing to have sports punctuating my craftwork every few minutes, and putting stitches in a garment or keepsake, while still creative, is repetitious enough to be soothing.
What do you love about writing? Hate about it?
I love making stuff up. I’ve always had a busy imagination, and writing comes natural to me. The combination of the two is perfect. My favorite part is creating characters. I envision a person—it is usually the heroine or hero—and think of what their conflicts in life might be. It’s like having an invisible friend, as many children have, but my invisible friends are very adult.
What do I hate about it? I hate letting go. Although it makes me ecstatic when a book is published, I am always sure, at the end of the writing and editing process, that it could have been just a skosh more perfect. I try to avoid revisiting manuscripts that have already been published because I want to tinker with them perpetually.
What two things do you wish you had known before you started writing?
I started writing seriously as an adult quite a while ago, and my training in creating fiction was basically from a reader’s perspective. I was told in school that I was good at it, but had never really analyzed fiction with an eye toward creating it until college. The number one thing I wish I had learned academically about writing before I got serious about it is how to deal with point of view. My earliest stuff tends to head hop. Now, many really good writers do this, and it was not considered bad form before 1990 or so, but today it is deeply frowned upon. I wish I’d been more cognizant of it all along.
The number two thing I wish I’d learned well before I started is editing. I like to self-edit quite a bit before handing my material off to someone else, but at first I had no idea how to go about it. Mostly, I proofread. Now I’m better educated on the mechanics.
What do you come up with first in starting a story: Title? Characters? Plot? Setting? Conflict?
Characters come first for me. I find that if I create comprehensive characters, their setting and conflicts fall into place. Titles are also important in my process. Although they can change, for the most part a title serves as a micro-synopsis for me, telling me something important about the plot and characters right from the beginning, and every time I open the document to work on it.
How do you deal with rejection?
Rejection is part of writing. When I first started in the business, I thought every rejection was a personal affront. Many new authors fall into this trap. But then someone told me something that was really key to my development as a writer: editors and agents have bad days, too. This seems pretty obvious until you really think about it. An agent who’s having a bad day might reject everything set before her. She might have dyspepsia and would rather be at home wrapped in a blanket. Or maybe her five-year-old has the measles. Although we hope these gatekeepers have a professional attitude—and 99% of the time they do—there are always those moments when they just plain feel grumpy. That might be the day that your book makes it over the transom. Those are the days when you’re most likely to get a form rejection. A writer just has to move on.
Reading and Writing Spanking Stories
Over the years, I’ve written in several sub-genres, but lately I’ve found great inspiration for writing lighter pieces, often with a spanking theme. Two of my most recent publications—Strong, Silent Type and Kiki’s Millionaire, both available serialized at Bethany’s Woodshed—had spanking as a main theme. I fully intend to write more spanking stories, and feel quite enthusiastic about them, but intellectually, I’ve asked myself what makes them so appealing? Why read and write with a focus on this sub-genre?
There are several reasons why readers and writers might be drawn to spanking stories: (1) they are wholesome; (2) they are a bit naughty; and (3) they examine the politically correct view that all such behavior is abuse, and they turn that notion on its head.
Let me break those three ideas out a bit.
(1) Spanking stories are wholesome. These stories, especially those found on Bethany’s Woodshed, are, in part, about acting out and getting what you deserve in return. If a lover misbehaves, she gets spanked and that’s the end of the issue. There is no moping. No recrimination. No pouting or temper tantrums. Misbehave and you’re spanked. The end. But punishment isn’t the only way to experience the spanking, and I think this is what makes these stories unique. Spanking can also be a reward. A surprising number of people really enjoy being spanked in a sexual setting. It excites them. So, spanking serves also as a reward for good behavior.
Of course, the level of pain and humiliation involved in a punishment spanking is greater than a pleasure spanking, but the end result is the same: the couple find intimacy and cohesion in their agreement to spank and be spanked.
(2) Spanking is naughty. Although it might surprise us all to know the actual number of couples who enjoy a spanking now and then, I think most modern people would say that spanking is a little kinky. Mention it in public and temperance types will frown, fun-loving folks will titter, and kinky people will smile knowingly. And, although spanking of wives was a time-honored part of the marriage contract for millennia, today it’s considered an alternate practice. It’s done mostly in secret, and that makes it naughty.
(3) Stories about spanking defy the notion that all physical interactions between lovers must be gentle and painless. Realistically, I think it needs to be acknowledged that pleasure comes in a lot of different packages. While one couple might get great pleasure out of foot massages, another couple might really love the stimulation of a hand smacking a rump. What separates that slap on the rear from abuse? I think it’s consent. Without consent, it’s abuse. Spanking stories usually make this distinction, either explicitly or implicitly. Unlike the fantasies in spanking stories, however, in real life the law can step in to “protect” a lover (usually a woman), from her “abusive” spouse whether she wants that protection or not. This changes the dynamic between the partners and the power exchange is ruined.
By examining spanking in a fantastical way, writers are giving readers a more balanced view of the practice. They have a new way of thinking about spanking and power reciprocity. The writer shares a fantasy, a political view, and a little fun with the reader. Those are the reasons why I’m drawn to spanking stories, and many readers think the same way.
(Starla) Very nicely put, Patricia. I have been an author with Bethany’s Woodshed for a long time. My spanking stories can range from foreplay naughty to light d/s to hot stuff…but no matter the level of the “punishment,” the characters mutually consent to it and there is definitely love involved in the relationship.
Most recent release: Psyched Out
Genre: Contemporary erotic romance
ISBN: Smashwords 978-1-4657-5502-5
Length: approximately 7,300 words/13 pages
Publisher: my first self-published project
Buy links: 99 cents at:
All Romance eBooks: http://bit.ly/raIGM5
What is unique to this particular book?
This novelette combines contemporary romance with humor with a teensy bit of BDSM. I like to write humor into my books as often as possible because I think romance stories can often become purple and weighed down by the need to be so politically correct that the fun of the relationship is lost. Unlike a straight romantic comedy, there is eroticism and some kink.
Did you have a favorite scene?
My favorite scene is when Lu and Philip run into each other in Jamaica. Lu gets flustered and silliness ensues. I like to think that if I chuckled at a scene, maybe my readers will, too.
Will there by any sequels to this book?
There might be. Lu and Philip’s story ends in a happily-for-now way. There’s room left over for some future adventures. Nothing further is planned, however.
When Lu Shenandoah and Philip Pines meet at a professional conference, there is an instant attraction. Unfortunately, Lu is sure that a famous guy like Philip wouldn’t be interested in a woman as awkward as she. And there’s her embarrassing interest in BDSM to deal with. She’s sure she could never admit that she’d secretly like to submit.
Philip, a very prominent author of a bestselling self-help book, is sure his BDSM dominance would overwhelm sweet and innocent Lu and it keeps him from pursuing her even though he’s drawn to her kittenish charm.
There are some really awkward moments when they run into each other at an all-inclusive island paradise, but how can they resist serendipity?
Lu lugged fifteen pounds of conference binders in one arm. Her glasses slid down her nose, teetering at the end. She shifted the cloth bag of conference swag she’d collected, and her purse fell off her shoulder. Fumbling became juggling, juggling became dropping, and the whole mess hit the floor in a heap of papers, conference-labeled pens, her glasses, and her purse which tumbled its contents in an embarrassing mess right there on the hotel’s low-pile carpet. Sighing, she knelt to collect her stuff. The hallway was empty for the moment, all the other conference attendees in session.
Except for one. “Let me help you, Miss.”
Lu looked up and put her glasses back on, focusing on a man with a deep, resonant voice. He was gorgeous. Drop dead hunk material. And here she was on her knees putting t-shirts reading “I Went To PsychCon 2011, Or I Think I Did” into her swag bag.
The deep green of his gaze was as inviting as an Irish meadow. She wanted to hurtle through, swinging her arms like a dervish, laughing in the sunlight. Lu yanked herself back to reality. “Thank you, but I’ve got it,” she said, lowering her eyes.
He wasn’t taking “no thanks” for an answer, however, and began picking up the contents of her purse.
It was then that Lu saw two condoms on the floor next to a lipstick tube. Condoms! Oh my God! She was going to kill her roommate Mimi.
Horrified, Lu watched his hand as it moved toward a foil-wrapped contraceptive, and she quickly grabbed the pair and tucked them in her purse. “Those aren’t mine!”
He looked up at her and, although she kept her head tilted down, she saw his skeptical look through her eyelashes. “There are better brands,” he offered.
She tried not to groan, flushed to the tips of her toes. “My roommate Mimi put them in my purse, she had some crazy idea… With the summertime conference and all… I mean-”
He patted her hand as she grasped a lipstick. “Sure. Roommate Mimi. I understand.”
His eyes held a twinkle of humor and a warm glow. He wasn’t laughing at her, exactly. It was friendlier than that. Her lips turned up a little at the corners. It was kind of funny, in a humiliating way.
He straightened the conference binders as she finished putting the rest of the stuff away. “Philip Pines.” His hand was tanned, fingers strong-looking. There was something familiar about his name. Pines, Pines, Pines?
The bag handles chose that moment to wrap around her fingers. After she fought them off, she shook his hand. “Lu Shenandoah.”
“Shenandoah like the author of ‘Juvenile Psychosis and Bullying Behavior?’” He asked, leaning back on his heel, his hands relaxed on his bent knee.
Her eyes dropped back to the floor. She’d written the paper because it had to be written, not for fame or professional acclaim. And yet, those two things came along with publication. “Yes, that was me.”
His fingers felt warm on her chin as he tilted her head up so she’d look at his face. “Don’t be so modest. That was a brilliant monograph.”
A sneeze formed behind her nose and she twitched her face trying to hold it off. She was so allergic to the summer foliage outside. She wriggled her nose desperately but nothing helped. Unable to stifle it, she turned her head and sneezed into the crook of her elbow. It left a wet smear on her blue suit coat.
Once again her face flamed. She glanced at Philip and he held out a handkerchief.
“Thank you,” was all she could master, deeply embarrassed.
Lu wiped her nose and her sleeve—yuck!—and almost handed his handkerchief back, then realized how disgusting that would be. “Um, I’ll wash it and send it to you. Do you have a card with an address on it?”
“You can bring it to my room, Lu.”
A tingle of pure, feminine pleasure sped its way along Lu’s spine. This gorgeous man was propositioning her. Just like Mimi said, guys at these conferences were horny and available. Of course, Lu didn’t know if she was up to a one-night stand. Mixing her professional life with her private life might be imprudent. His brown hair and green eyes were so attractive, his shoulders broad under a well-tailored dark suit, shirt and tie combo well matched in shades of cream and gold. How could she resist?
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