Hi, I’m Juliet Chastain. As a fashion photographer, I use my cameras to make visual narratives using models and clothes. As a writer, I pound out tales on a keyboard creating books out of characters and ideas that pop into my head.
I mostly have been writing sweet and spicy short stories (like Making Music, The Captain and the Courtesan) for the romantic who likes some serious heat in a sweetly satisfying story. But lately I’ve been writing erotica for those who prefer to skip a lot of plot and go straight to call-the-fire-department-hot sex. The first one to come out will be Intruder, a very short story, which involves fairly straight sex””I wouldn’t go so far as to call it purely vanilla though, but nothing really waaaaay out there. Next month I get really raunchy””or deviant if you choose to look at it that way””with the Kink Inc. series.
Why, you might wonder have I gone that route and started writing erotica? Damned if I know. One day I thought, why not try writing something that’s almost all sex? So I wrote Intruder. My editor loved it. There is nothing as encouraging as one’s editor liking one’s stories. So I wrote some more (coming in February) that are a whole lot kinkier. If lots of readers like them as much as she does, I’ll write a whole bunch more.
Some people who enjoy reading it, also enjoy doing the kinds of things I describe while others, as much as they might like reading about it, have absolutely no interest in actually doing anything kinkier than trying sex on the couch instead of the bed.
I find it difficult to ‘fess up to certain people”“or to most anyone for that matter””that I am writing smut: “porn for women”, “something a bit like Shades of Gray but short”, or “erotica.” Some people change the subject pretty fast, others are fascinated.
And speaking of such things, The Intruder is coming out on January 16. It’s short, it’s hot and it’ll be available where ever e-books are sold. I hope you buy it (it’s cheap and a quick read.) I hope you love it. If you post a review before January 26, 2015 let me know where, and I’ll shoot you an advance copy of Mr. A, the first Kink, Inc. story.
And please””e-mail me if you’d like me to write more like it!
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She knew he watched her though the window, now he’s coming to make her scorching fantasies about him very, very real.
The man from across the way comes calling. She is ready to tantalize and submit. Will he give her everything she craves? Let the night games begin.
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“You want me, don’t you?” And he presses his body against mine. He smells like leather and spice. “You are my prisoner now. My victim.” His voice is deep, menacing. “No one knows I’m here. There is no one to rescue you. It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“No,” I lie, “please”¦.” I move my head from side to side, trying to avoid his fierce gaze. Heated desire leaps up within me, spreading through my body, my thighs, my pussy, my belly, my breasts.
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