Blogging About Blogging by Em Petrova
When I realized I had two blogs due this weekend, I immediately got a big fat case of blogging block. This is quite different from writer’s block because you’re concerned with writing something smart and interesting that someone can read in the three minutes they have while they take a pee break.
So I asked my Facebook friends what they’d like me to talk about. I got some fun answers, as you can imagine—hot men in Wranglers who like to spank! Real life romance vs. book romance. And one even wrote his own short fantasy scene that fits better into erotic romance than a blog. *grin*
These are the kinds of answers I love to read. I write for the enjoyment of people. So I like to get into your heads a little. I mean, I don’t need to know your calendar for the rest of 2013, but I enjoy hearing about real people’s real lives. These are the elements that make their way into my books. I want to know that you prefer to wear red in the bedroom because it revs up your partner. I like to hear about your sick grandmother or how you twisted your knee and are going to therapy. Money troubles, relationship problems. Your dream vacation. Where you received your first kiss. How your dog runs in a circle when you come home.
Writers are also researchers of life. We “people watch” waaaaaaaay too much, and we’re good listeners. Our writing is filtered through our minds, hearts, and experiences as well as how we perceive the world. Readers get the most enjoyment out of being inside our minds for a little while. Just like I enjoy being inside yours.
So thanks to all of my friends who are part of my life. I’d love to meet you and make more friends! Join me on FB and Twitter.
Also, check out my website. http://empetrova.com
Read on for a never-before-seen excerpt from SLICK RIDER now available from Loose Id!
His eyelids drooped. After Lilly had helped him dress, she’d gone through with the actual therapy session, maneuvering his shoulder and knee through full sets of repetitions. She’d whupped his ass.
“TV on?” She picked up the remote and aimed it at the flat-screen hanging high on the wall. “I think SportsCenter is on.”
She knew he liked to fall asleep to the broadcasters. She also knew he preferred cola to lemon-lime soda and demanded hearty meals instead of salads or soups.
What else did she know? He stared at the soft bow of her mouth. Lord, she’d sucked him with mind-blowing expertise. But she was one hell of a tender kisser too.
He ran his tongue over his lower lip. “Come closer, Whiskey.”
She threw a look at the door. “Anyone could walk in. Why don’t I just sit here while you try to sleep? When you wake up, I’ll help you into the shower.”
“You get a lot of injured rodeo guys in here, don’t you?”
“Yeah, mostly rodeo guys, why?”
He clamped his jaw on his reply. Telling her he despised anyone she’d helped before him would make him sound like a Grade-A ass. This was her job.
“We also help everyone from car accident victims to guys injured in construction accidents. This center is one of the best in the state, and the fact that you can stay here for a few weeks before you’re out on your own adds to its popularity. We’re booked up year-round.”
His eyes slipped closed, but he wasn’t finished talking to her yet. He held them open wide to keep from falling asleep. “I can tell you love your job. That’s important.”
She smiled. “I can tell you love yours too. I promise to get you back onto a bull as soon as possible.”
He nodded, heart warm from the sincerity in her tone. “Tell me about you. Besides the fact that you’re stuck here with me for two weeks.”
Something passed over her face he couldn’t read. “After this long shift, I’ll have two weeks of short day shifts. We rotate.”
“I’m glad I caught you on the long shift then.” He held out his hand, and she slipped hers into it. He squeezed. “Tell me more, Lilly.”
She laughed, a tinkling sound that made him smile too. “Like what? Do you want to hear that I have four little brothers who put me into a headlock and try to rub my hair off with their knuckles every time I get near them? Or would you like to hear that I’m a country gal with a sushi addiction?”
He sighed and let his tired muscles sink into the bed. “Sushi, huh? I’ve never tried it. A big fat steak is always the meal of choice after a good ride.”
“And if it’s a bad ride?”
If it’s really bad, I get some time off and a side of Lilly.
He lifted his good shoulder in a shrug. “If I don’t place, it means I don’t win money. In that case, I grab a burger from the drive-through.”
“Sounds like fun.” She nibbled her lower lip. The plush flesh around her white teeth drove him mad. His cock throbbed.
“Sometimes it is fun. At times, it gets lonely.”
The surprise that crossed her face echoed in his chest. Had he just admitted that aloud? In all of his years on the Tour, he’d never once let on that competing was anything but ideal. Being with Lilly though pulled out his soft side.
She rubbed the back of his thumb. “I imagine being on the road takes its toll.”
“Yeah.” Some guys had their wives and families touring with them. Most were gone for months at a time while their loved ones waited for them. Juss’s parents and brother were busy with a family ranch, so he never even had fans in the crowd.
Well, other than Buckle Bunnies.
He studied Lilly. After being with her, he couldn’t picture himself diving back into the stands and pulling out a willing bed partner. Now that he’d experienced the closeness of sex with a sweet, soft woman, he didn’t know if he could go back.
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~hardworking heroes—in bed and out~