Have you ever won the lottery?
No, neither have I, but just like you, I have dreamed about it. So it was a logical step to write my first erotic novel Hot Vegas about a British couple who win big money on the lottery.
Nothing too big you understand, I want them to return to their lives at the end of the book so there is potential for a sequel if I feel like it, or write another ‘Hot’ book on a different theme. Hot Vegas starts off with Jeff, our hero, in bed on a Sunday morning with Prudence, or Hot Lips as he sometimes calls her, reading the papers. Fulham have drawn again. She checks the lottery numbers, shrieks that she’s won big, so while she’s on the phone to lottery HQ he goes under the bedclothes and gives her some oral sex. She climaxes two ways, with money and his big tongue. The lottery person thinks that she’s breathing heavy because she’s won. Okay, yes, she is, but there’s more to it than that.
Prudence goes out shopping with her best friend to buy sexy items for her special holiday with Jeff, but when it comes to being ready, then she doesn’t bother. Just thinking about being fucked by Jeff is sufficient to make her wet, so she has to be careful what she wears. But she wants to be ready and willing, knowing that it doesn’t take much to give him a huge erection, so Jeff is there, super stud, always with a huge grin to match his prick. What makes Prudence happy makes Jeff happy.
Prudence is an expert at taking Jeff deep into her throat, so it’s no surprise when you read about her pleasure at swallowing every drop when he can’t hold back any longer. When you read Hot Vegas you find yourself willing them to fuck each other all the more, and believe me when I say that when I wrote the book my wife and I had superb sex, because she got worked up all the more by reading where Jeff and Prudence had theirs.
These locations include a lift on the way up to their luxurious suite in Vegas, with Prudence wearing no panties, just bending over, raising her dress, and making herself available to Jeff’s more than willing and instantly erect prick. He’s no quick lover, so it’s more of the same as soon as they enter their apartment.
Prudence takes him in her mouth when they are in the box at a gig. This is an Australian rock band that Jeff has been following for years, but he is mistaken for a drug courier, so the ensuing confusion has new ‘friends’ being murdered, the mafia after Jeff, and the FBI somewhere in the mix as well. Jeff is kidnapped, but all’s well that ends well, and they end up entering a blackjack tournament off Strip with the biggest jackpot ever seen. Do they win? You’ll have to read Hot Vegas to find out.
The next book in the series is called Hot Hits. No, it’s not about selling records, but we do have an incredibly sexy lady contract killer. Whose side is she on? Her own of course. Where does the suspense come in? The story involves a main hero Roger who likes nothing better than rogering any available woman, starting with a guest at his parent’s seaside small hotel, who comes out from the shower to discover Roger in her room. As a single woman twice his age she doesn’t want to waste the opportunity, and is soon fucking him for all she can.
Roger has sex with Sue, a young student friend who plays trumpet in a silver band. She knows how to use her mouth to play his instrument, but he is tortured on stage by the two villains who are in charge of the band. That is at Club Sadist, and it’s not until the end of the book that we discover if he survives.
I’m writing the next book in the ‘Hot’ series, which is called Hot MILF. I think you know where I’m coming from with this one.
‘Soft Lips’ Prudence checks her lottery ticket in bed, and the noise she makes takes Jeff ‘Sex Machine’s attention away from the soccer results. Fulham have drawn again. They celebrate by making love, and then it’s off to Las Vegas first class for the holiday of a lifetime. Luxury all the way. But Jeff is mistaken for an Australian mobster, as they make love in a hotel lift, and a private box in a theatre, and their own intimate pool, and….Pop stars, the Mafia, and the FBI are all involved as we tour the gambling capital of the world, culminating in the biggest black jack gambling tournament to be held off the famous Strip.
I write under the name Harry Blue, because that’s what I write – Blue.
It’s all romantic, full blown, one on one sex, with a good story to go with the erotica. A hero, a heroine, danger, suspense, everything’s in my books, all starting with the word Hot.
The reality is that I am a happily married man in my mid 60s, one daughter, three grand daughters, living on the south coast, dealing in antiques and a sight-seeing guide when I am not writing erotic novels.
I have been writing for thirty years, mainly comedy, so you can find out a lot more about me on www.harrythewriter.com