Monday, February 17, 2014

Julie Shelton, Erotic Author stops by the Boudoir this week!

Julie Shelton
Erotic Romance
     This week, our guest author, Julie Shelton, has invited us to spend the week at a castle with her and her characters! How exciting. Don't forget to leave a comment at the end - Julie is giving away THREE e-copies of Dark Warrior!
     Welcome to Berwick Castle, home of Nicholas and Kathryn Herron, the Duke and Duchess of Berwick. We are in the family solar, where the family sleeps, bathes, and spends much of its time when not busy conducting the business of a thriving castle. The floors are blue glazed Portuguese tiles, covered here and there with silk carpets from Persia. The walls are stone, hung with many colorful tapestries to help help keep down the cold. One corner is a tower. That is the bathing area. Hung with silk sheets to allow for privacy, the floor is raised to form a dais. In the middle is a copper bathing tub large enough for three people. The area is warmed by coal braziers around the tub. An enormous fireplace takes up much of one wall and today a blazing fire is sending its heat out into the large room. In front of the fireplace is a heavy oak table with four chairs, where the Duke and Duchess and their partner, Rolf Torgesson, play chess and other games, and occasionally dine. High above the floor is a delicately-arched vaulted ceiling, as fine as can be found in any of England's cathedrals. The top half of the two outside walls feature tall stained glass windows depicting scenes from daily life in Berwick Castle. Against one wall is a massive, four-poster bed with crimson velvet curtains that can enclose it completely for privacy. 

 Naughty Reader’s: Tell us a bit about yourself. 

Julie: I’ve been writing all my life, starting with my very first play, “Fairies in the Garden” at age 6, lol. For nearly 30 years I was a professional storyteller and puppeteer and I wrote a monthly newsletter called Kidstuff, full of stories, songs, games, finger plays and puppets for early childhood educators. Kidstuff won the 1982 EDPRESS award, given by the Educational Press Association of America, for excellence in educational journalism.

Naughty Reader’s: What made you want to become a writer?

Julie: I’ve always been a voracious reader and just felt that I had my own stories to tell and that Ii could do it as well as, or better than, some of the authors I was reading.

Naughty Reader’s: Please share a bit about your new release (enter book title) without giving away any spoilers.

Julie: Dark Warrior is my third book to be published, but I actually wrote it over 30 years ago. I was studying the Middle Ages for a lengthy paper on life in a 13th-century French castle, when the story just popped into my head. Since the only thing I had to write on at the time was 3 x 5 index cards, I wrote the entire novel on 3 x 5 index cards—two shoe boxes full! When I got my first computer in 2003, Dark Warrior was the first thing I typed into my word processor. At that time, I had not yet discovered the fascinating realm of erotica, so it was a simple little romance. By the time I sent it in to the publisher, I had rewritten considerably large portions of it in order to reflect my growing love of the genre.

Naughty Reader’s: Do you write under a pen name?

Julie: No, I kind of like my own name. Less confusion that way.

Naughty Reader’s: What types of hero or heroine do you like best?

Julie: I like a hot, hunky alpha-male hero and a spirited heroine. A bit feisty, but not so stubborn that she isn’t willing to take a chance on getting what she wants.

Naughty Reader’s: Tell us about a typical day in your life as a writer.

Julie: I don’t really have a typical day. I’m retired, so I don’t have to be anywhere. When I’m awake and at home, I’m usually at my computer.

Naughty Reader’s: Do your books have a common theme or are they all different?

Julie: My first two books, Loving Sarah and its sequel, Owning Sarah have a common theme. They are both contemporary MFM Menages, with a strong BDSM element and Heat Ratings of Sextreme. My newest release, Dark Warrior, is a historical, medieval menage. I guess if they have a common theme it would be that they are all powerful love stories, with lots of action and lots of hot, steamy sex.

Naughty Reader’s: What a beautiful cover! How long does it take you to write and then edit a story?

Julie: Hard to say, since each one has been a completely different experience. Loving Sarah took me four years to write and edit before sending it off to a publisher. Owning Sarah took eight months. And it only took me four months (not counting the original time I spent 30 years ago) to edit and rewrite Dark Warrior before sending it off.

Naughty Reader’s: Do you have to be alone to write?

Julie: Pretty much, although I can write if other people are in the room doing stuff that doesn’t involve my participation, other than an occasional comment.

Naughty Reader’s: How do you go about naming characters?

Julie: My entire first book, Loving Sarah, came about because of the primary hero’s name—Jesse Colter. I just knew I wanted to write a book about Jesse Colter and I spent months just thinking about what kind of a man he would be before I ever put pen to paper (so to speak). Loving Sarah was the first book I created in its entirety on a computer. Up until then, I had always written in longhand on legal pads (except for the index cards for Dark Warrior, of course).

Naughty Reader’s: Is it easier to write about the characters if you find pictures of them before you write or do you write then find character pictures?

Julie: I didn’t have pictures for any of my characters and it really never occurred to me to look for pictures that might resemble them—until I became aware of the sorts of pictures of hunky men that could be found on the internet. Now I’m perfectly willing to troll through pictures of half-naked hunks to try and find my next hero, lol. (This could become addictive). I actually SAW the inspiration for Rolf Torgesson, the tall, lanky and BALD knight with the long goatee and drooping mustache from Dark Warrior years ago—in a Burger King! He was so gorgeous, I knew on the spot that he was going to be one of my heroes.

Naughty Reader’s: How do you pick locations for your stories?

Julie: I honestly don’t know. They just kind of pick themselves from my memories of places I’ve been.

     When Nicholas Herron, Duke of Berwick and his best friend, Rolf Torgesson, two of King Edward III’s most powerful and respected knights, discover a badly beaten young woman hiding in the forest, they swear to protect her. By the time they learn that she is Lady Kathryn Weston, and that her attacker is none other than her betrothed, Robert Walford, the powerful and ruthless Duke of Pemberton, it is too late. They have both fallen in love with her and she with them—a love so forbidden it could cost them everything, even their lives.
     Set amidst the turmoil and pageantry of 14th-century England, Dark Warrior weaves a vivid tapestry of three lost souls bound to each other with a deep, abiding love. But will that love survive Walford’s evil plan to attack Berwick Castle, take it apart stone by stone and ultimately destroy everyone who lives there? 

     They stared at her, their hot eyes raking over her breasts, her belly, and the golden triangle of hair between her thighs. A hot flush stained her skin a delightful shade of pink, evidence of her acute state of arousal. And the fact that she was naked, while they were both still fully dressed gave her a feeling of deep disorientation. She was filled with such hunger, such love, such all-consuming need, she could barely stand.
     Shivering, dry-mouthed, she watched Rolf’s expression as he reached out and touched her breasts with reverent fingers, his deeply tanned skin such a contrast to the soft creaminess of hers. His thumb rubbed across her hard little nipple and her face twisted, contorting with a mixture of love and lust so powerful, it presented more as pain than pleasure.
     Spellbound, he watched his thumb dragging across her dusky nipple, his heated stare like fire brushing her skin. “By all the gods, yndling! Thou art bewitching, enchanting. Thou art perfection itself. And thy scent…” He leaned forward and inhaled deeply. “Thy scent is ravishing. Like the sweetest flower garden.” He covered her breast with his palm while his other hand stroked down her belly and cupped her mound, sliding his long fingers through the slippery furrow of her slit.
     She gasped. It was almost a sob. Her body jerked and would have collapsed if Nicholas’s hands hadn’t come beneath her arms from behind and held her up.
     “I can’t wait to taste thee here.” Rolf’s low voice was rough as sand, abrading her nerve endings, leaving her senses in chaos. Two wicked fingers found her weeping entrance and thrust up inside her hot, welcoming sheath.
     Her throat closed on a yelp.
     “That’s right, kaereste. Suck my fingers into that sweet dripping cunny of thine. Bloody Hel, thou’rt so tight! So hot. Thou art burning my fingers. I cannot wait to fuck thee with my tongue.”
     She moaned, shutting her eyes helplessly.
     Still fully dressed, both men walked her slowly backwards toward the bed, keeping her naked body sandwiched between them, Rolf’s hand still hard on her mound, fingers stroking in and out of her dripping cunt. “Odin’s beard, Nick, she is so wet! So hot!”
     Another moan, a mangled sound, ripped from the depths of her soul. She was never going to survive this. These men were going to give her pleasure beyond anything she had ever known. Anything she had ever dreamed. Anything she had ever dared to hope—or even imagine. They were going to introduce her to a world of darkly erotic pleasure that would ultimately destroy the person she was and change her forever in ways she could not yet begin to understand. A pleasure that would awaken her body to wicked new cravings and desires that would could ultimately consume her.
     And, God help her, she wanted it. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted aught in her entire life.
     Still holding her under the arms, Nicholas sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her up after him, scooting backwards until he was sitting on the pillows at the head of the bed, with her sitting in the V of his thighs. His erection was a hard ridge against her spine. He leaned back against the ornately carved headboard. Rolf’s hand left her sex and she let out a whimper of disappointment.
     Nicholas’s hands moved to her knees, which he lifted and spread wide, draping her legs over his powerful forearms. The scent of her arousal filled the air around them. “Christ, beloved! You smell wonderful! So sweet.”
     She sighed, looking down her body at Rolf.
    Having removed his baldric, with its two lethal swords, he swiftly removed the rest of his clothing and leaned on his hands at the foot of the bed, wild and barbaric, the gold earring gleaming dully in the firelight. He was the epitome of a Viking raider preparing to ravish his helpless captive.
     Kathryn’s lungs seized, her eyes riveted to the primitive symbols marking his bronzed skin. The scything blades on one bicep, the Celtic knot on the other…Blessed Virgin! She’d never seen aught like them before. They made him seem completely pagan. Barbaric. He grinned and her heart stopped beating. She was suspended in time, unable to move, unable to breathe. Unable to think. She was in the grip of an arousal so intense, every part of her body was throbbing with uncontrollable lust.
     Licking his lips, a gesture that had her hot juices flowing out onto the sheets, Rolf started to crawl up the mattress toward her, toward that swollen, dripping sweetness between her legs, pink and juicy and throbbing with need. He was grinning, a diabolically wicked grin that stole her breath away.
    She tried to swallow but her mouth was as dry as dust. “Nicholas!” It was a squeak. A frantic cry for help. “This is going to kill me!” Rolf was still crawling up the bed, inexorably closing the distance between her old life and the ramifications of this terrifying new journey they were all embarking upon.
    Nicholas was chuckling. “Only if ’tis possible to die of pleasure.” He paused. “Let him pleasure you, beloved,” Nicholas whispered in her ear. “Just lie in my arms and enjoy his mouth on you, while I watch.”
     “I cannot wait to taste that beautiful little cunt,” Rolf said in a rumbling growl, his glittering eyes still holding her captive. “I have been dreaming of this since the moment I first laid eyes on thee, min skat. It has taken every ounce of discipline I’ve had not to put my hands on thee. And now I get to put my mouth on thee.” He grinned. “Life does not get any better.”



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     Eight years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old Sarah Marshall, broken-hearted and devastated. Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah Marshall—preferably bound, naked, and on her knees before him.
     She has never forgotten Jesse. He’s been the object of all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star of nightly dreams that have become increasingly erotic over the years. So when he suddenly reappears in her life, she is torn. Can she trust him not to hurt her, or will he once again break her heart? Warily, she agrees to let him introduce her to his world—the world of bondage, Domination, and erotic slavery. When he also introduces her to his best friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces a daunting future of sexual submission to two powerful alpha males.
     But Sarah faces an even bigger challenge. Someone is stalking her. Is it the old enemy who’s just been released from prison? Or is it someone else from her past who is determined to destroy any chance she has at happiness? Can Adam’s and Jesse’s love protect her? Or will her world explode in a cataclysm of betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?
Owning Sarah, back cover blurb
      It’s been a month since Sarah Marshall was kidnapped and held at knife-point by her ex-fiance. But Jesse Colter and Adam Sinclair, her two loving Doms, know that there is an even deadlier threat still out there—Ryder Malone.
     He blames both Sarah and Jesse for sending him to prison eight years ago for attempted rape, and he’s determined to make them pay. So, he begins a systematic campaign of terror and intimidation against them. But the danger he poses doesn’t end there.
     Set against the deepening love and commitment between Sarah, Jesse, and Adam, Owning Sarah is more than just a sexy, sensual, BDSM love story. It is a harrowing race against time for Jesse, Adam, and a team of former SEALs to stop one of the biggest arms-for-drugs deals in U.S. history. And to rescue Sarah before Malone sells her to a human trafficker and she’s lost to her men forever.



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CONTEST:  Julie is giving away THREE e-copies of Dark Warrior to THREE lucky commenters. Be sure to leave your email addy so she can't send it to you if you're a winner. Good luck!


  1. Thanks, Naughty Reader's, love the post. Looking forward to giving the ebooks away to our three lucky winners.

  2. Got me hot when I read it. You have a way with erotic words and I felt every single one so that's good.

  3. I can not wait to read the whole thing! Awesome giveaway! Thanks for the chance!

  4. Love the designs of the covers

  5. Love the covers, the stories, I like that they are packed with a fab story line. Thank you for the opportunity and even If im not a winner I hope you can come visit me @ http:/

  6. Hot excerpt, will definitely be wanting to read the whole thing

  7. Hi Julie;) I saw you at Naughty Reader's Boudoir so thought I should pop in...and then I saw that you've got a contest going on for a copy of Dark Warrior...I'm in - it sounds like my kind of read. Take your responses for what makes a good hero and heroine...:) Hugs!
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