Apr 202012
 

One of the cool things about running a blog is the opportunity to meet some great people. You might remember a few weeks ago, Tristram LaRoche visited. Well, he brought with him a crowd of friends and fans. :) Dianne Hartsock happened to be one of them. Today she’s here to share with us. Whether you’re a reader or a writer, I think you’ll find her guest post Totally Awesome Fabulous!

M/M Erotic Romance- A Taste of my Delicious Men

Two years ago I hadn’t given erotic romance a thought. Well, that’s not entirely true. But whenever I read a romance that began to get too intimate, I felt uncomfortable and squeamish and would put the book down.

That’s before I discovered the decadence of male love. It began with ‘The Book of Joe’ by Jonathan Tropper and ‘Lost Souls’ by Poppy Z. Brite. The sensual play of words and the twining of male bodies had my heart pounding. Here was something I’d never read before, and I loved it! I had to have more, not only to read, but also to write.

I blame my sometimes naughty imagination for what happened next. I took a trip to Glacier National Park with my husband. Beautifully romantic trip. But the long drive through the Idaho desert was long and boring, forcing my mind to entertain itself.

The air conditioner wasn’t able to keep up with the close to 100 degree weather outside. Not another living soul on the road. Hot, dry, burnt landscape around us. Scrubby brush and stones baking in the sun. Heat waves rippling across the road. Humid, sultry air in the car lulling me towards sleep…

I’d recently written a short ghost story and I began to wonder what my two men had done when they were alive. How had they met? Who would they be in the new story taking shape in my mind? And of course they’d have to fall in love! Otherwise, what was the point?

Thus began my plunge into erotic romance: Shelton in Love, Shelton’s Promise, Shelton’s Choice, and soon to be released, Shelton’s Homecoming.

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Nevil came to me first. Handsome, sexy, witty. Do you know the song ‘Last of the Famous International Playboys’ by Morrissey? That’s my Nevil.

Nevil straightened and Shelton looked up helplessly at him, beautiful in shorts, the tank top clinging to his chest. His black hair was damp on his forehead, a trickle of sweat running alongside one gorgeous turquoise eye. Every nerve in Shelton’s body strained towards him, wanting that strong, vibrant body against his own, that delicious mouth and tongue fencing with his.

-Shelton in Love

And who would be special enough to win his heart? Someone shy and beautiful, unsure yet alluring in his own way. Definitely a temptation. Lovely Shelton.

Nevil whistled at one in particular, where Shelton had glanced at the camera through lowered lids, a secret smile playing on his lips. The overhead light brought out the highlights in his chestnut hair and lightened his hazel eyes, complimenting the warm colors of his ensemble for an overall attractiveness.

You’ll need to stockpile this coat, Tera.” Nevil observed, his eyes never leaving Shelton’s. “Every man who sees that picture is going to want one for his own.” His gaze was intense and Shelton colored at the innuendo.

-Shelton in Love

My next erotic romance is ‘Nathaniel’, an m/m fantasy. Nathaniel is a lovely young man, accused of being a witch, with only Taden to stand by his side. http://amzn.to/A9IyRq

Taden glanced at the burden in his arms and smiled, bemused by his beauty. Moonlight caught in his hair, creating a golden fan against a white cheek. Taden moved the reins to his left hand and tucked the silken strands behind a small ear. He noted the bruises under his eyes.

The young man moved against him, seeking warmth. Taden drew his cloak tighter over him, instantly, intensely aware of him. The stranger’s body was an exciting weight against his chest, recalling nights of passion with others, far in the past, none of which had been as beautiful as this man in his arms.

-Nathaniel

Taden is Nathaniel’s hero, giving up everything to be with the man he loves.

He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling out of his depth with Nathaniel. He’d never felt so drawn to anyone before. Maybe the young man had bewitched him. He certainly wasn’t acting rationally. And it frightened him that he didn’t care. Not so long as Nathaniel needed him.

Taden ran a hand through his dark hair in frustration, then took a moment to braid the long strands. The forest held plenty of dry branches, and he soon had a small fire going in a ring of stones.

-Nathaniel

I have several other m/m erotic romances in the works, complete with their own luscious men. So what do my stories have in common, besides lovely men loving each other? I try to make my characters very real, having strengths and weaknesses, wants and desires and needs. Empathetic or selfish. I want them to be people you’d invite into your home, be friends with, and hopefully have a relationship with through the pages of my books.

Thank you so much, Reena, for inviting me on you wonderful site today. You can always find me here:

Blog: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/

FB: http://www.facebook.com/diannehartsock

Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/diannehartsock

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4850270.Dianne_Hartsock

Thank you for sharing with us Ms. Hartsock. One thing for sure, you definitely have a way with words.

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  3 Responses to “Guest Post: Dianne Hartsock”

  1. Thanks again, Reena, for having me!

  2. Fun guest post! Amazing how car trips, or those times when there’s nothing else to do can be the source of inspiration! :)

  3. I agree, Joleene! Most of my ideas come from dreaming out the window. :)

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