Walking the Walk
I’ve been writing fiction for nearly a decade. By that, I mean writing for publishing. I’ve been a writer all of my life. Anyway, a few years ago I was reading a popular erotica novel. What I read was so absurd, I forced my husband to read it. He understood why I was appalled. The author clearly hadn’t physically done what she was writing about. Just…the physicality of it was wrong.
Not only that, the character never grew. Ever. You don’t go from virgin to butt pirate without a change in vernacular.
How do I know this? Personal experience.
For a short time, I owned an on-site swinger’s club. Like the Hair Club for men, I wasn’t just the president 😉 The lifestyle isn’t for everyone. There has to be a ton of trust and loads of self-esteem for a couple to successfully, and without damage, step into the swingers’ life. So when I wrote the Dirty White Candy trilogy, I wrote from experience. Authenticity in an author’s “voice” is something you cannot fake.
Now don’t get me wrong. I don’t believe Agatha Christie was running around committing homicide. But when writing about swinging, bondage, spanking etc. it is extremely helpful to know exactly what you’re talking about. Because a reader with experience will be able to see B.S. a mile away.
My favorite thing to do is to offer tips and tricks to my fans and friends. The most popular request is teaching my fellow knobgobblers how not to gag using simple reflexology.
Now first, take your left hand and put it out in front of you.
Next, cross your thumb across your palm.
Then, close your fingers around your thumb and squeeze gently. Your hand should resemble a bad fist. (Don’t clench too tightly and hurt your thumb. Just apply gentle pressure.)
Now to test your reflex, use a finger from your other hand (or toothbrush) and try to gag yourself.
You didn’t gag, right? (For 15% of the people this may not work – usually lefties or people with damaged nerves from carpal tunnel etc.)
Traded in for a younger, newer model by the only man she’s ever made love to, thirty-something Candy Kavana finds herself craving human interaction of the carnal nature. Shy and sexually repressed, Candy turns to her best friend, Stacy, for advice. And what advice it is!
Candy nervously dives into sex therapy and what she discovers is more than mind-blowing sex. She discovers a side of herself she never dreamed existed. Now that she’s whet her whistle, she can’t get enough. Just how far is Candy willing to take her sexual exploration?
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/1Up-kp-Lvq8
About the Author:
Anita Cox has an affinity with leather and high-heeled boots. The same vivacious attitude can be found in her erotic adventure and erotic romance. With her rock star husband, she plays in the lifestyle in which she writes, adding authenticity to her voice.
Anita likes to add strong female characters, even if they are a bit quirky. Her men are hot with just enough flaws to make them loveable.