Victoria Blisse channels her Naughty Rendezvous character Joe, and grilles him on a few naughty questions. A little later, she treats readers to an excerpt and a contest! We all love to win!
I am merely the author of my books, the people who know it best are my characters so below is an interview with the sexy and dominant Joe from Naughty Rendezvous, here’s the blurb:
First title in the Rendezvous trilogy, part of Xcite Books' Ultimate Curves Rubenesque Range.
Joe likes to tease and single mum Leanna loves it too. When they meet up for their first official date, the sparks fly but who's going to crack first? Will Joe's intimate questions and kiss and run tactics bring Leanna to her knees or will Leanna’s curves, flashed in moments of exhibition drive Joe to rip off all her clothes and indulge his urges?
How will she react to Joe's domination and will she be turned on by his spankings? She's going to be a naughty girl, so she's bound to find out.
Hi Joe, can you tell us what first attracted you to Leanna.
Well, as you know we met online and I was blown away by her generous spirit and her brilliant sense of humour. As I got to know her more I was just amazed by how she held her life together, being a single mom has got to be hard work. I soon found my days lacking if I didn't chat with her. She became an essential part of my day because she's just one in a million and I really wanted to know her more.
Do you ever have problems understanding her?
Oh, all the damn time. Our language barrier is huge even though we're meant to speak the exact same one. Her English is completely foreign to me. She knows when she's said something I've not understood as I pull my 'bemused American' face. I am not sure what it looks like but I use it a lot, Leanna thinks it is cute.
What did you think when you first met Leanna?
I'm not sure I was thinking at the time, I know it is crude but all my blood was pooling elsewhere at the time. She's a beautiful lady. Her eyes are just mesmerising. I was instantly smitten and I don't mind admitting it.
Do you have a bit of your story that you'd like to share with us?
Yes, indeed I do. It illustrates the intricacies of inter-language relations too! (Ed. note -- The censorship comes purely through me. While I use all sorts of naughty language in my own writing, I've been trying to keep the blog from going "adult content." For some reason when that feature gets turned on, the traffic statistics disappear. So, please forgive me ...)
“So, this is soccer.” He says, his tone intending to tease.
“No, my love, this is football. The real stuff where there’s a round ball and people actually kick it.”
“You strange Brits with your weirdly shaped balls.” He sighs.
“You Americans with your sissy rugby. There’s so many pads you don’t know where the player stops and where his protection begins.”
“I suppose real men do this, do they?”
I look at the television properly and notice a reply of a particularly fine tackle that ends in a guy rolling around in imagined pain.
“Oh, and I suppose American footballer’s never pull such tricks.”
“No ma’am.” He smiles. I love it when he calls me ma’am. It makes my stomach turn to jelly and my insides run like caramel.
“That’s because they’re so constricted by their protective gear they’re incapable of it.”
We continue along the same theme, him singing the praises of the football he knows and me telling him all about proper football. It’s not a real argument, we’re still snuggled close together and there’s no sting in our words. It’s just a play fight, a pretend duel, an excuse for conversation. It’s fun between two friends who like to play with words.
“We’ll have to watch the Superbowl together, I’ll show you what the real stuff’s like.”
“Sure, that’d be good. I can prove to you once and for all that my football is more entertaining then.” I gently goad as I hide my pleasure at those words. He has plans for us in the future, he’s thinking of us together not just now but later too. I find a thrill in that. It’s one of those things I worry about (my mum will tell you I am a born worrier) that if Joe and I f**k now we’ll bugger up our friendship. I enjoy our friendship, of course I do and I don’t want a consummation of lust to spoil that.
“You just like the nice arse,” he says, pointing at the one in focus on the screen.
“Well yes, you do have a nice arse but it’s not your only good point.” I wink cheekily.
“What other good points do I have?” he asks, fixing me with his intense gaze.
“Oh, no, no, I’ll give you a big head if I list them.” I can feel the heat in my cheeks as I think about how much of him I do indeed love.
“Oh, baby, believe me, you can give me any kind of head you like any time you like,” he purrs the words, his nose almost touching mine, our gazes locked. I am sure he can feel the heat radiating from my cheeks as I try my hardest not to look away from him, to give him the pleasure of winning even though all I can picture is Joe with his c**k in my mouth, f**king forward as I give him just the kind of head I desire to give him.
I love my football, but Giggs, Ronaldo and Rooney are all but ignored as I concentrate on the sexual tension building between Joe and me. I just wonder what will break it, what will push us over the flirting line?
A goal is scored and I raise my hands in the air. "Goooooaaaaaalllllll!" I yell and then turn to plant a kiss upon Joe's cheek. (Any excuse, right?) However, his face is pointing directly at me and so the kiss lands upon his plump, pink, sexy lips instead.
It's the first pebble of a rock slide, the impact of lip to lip shakes our bodies and throws them together and causes them to bump and writhe against each other. I nibble that lower lip. He runs his hand down over my shoulders, down my spine to the hollow just before the curve down to my bottom. A hand of mine strays onto his chest and wiggles its way between buttons before roaming across warm flesh.
My legs uncurl and I am propelled onto my back. His heavy body is on top of me, my hand is trapped between us, his crotch is in my crotch, his legs are between my own and I am trapped, deliciously trapped. Held down and held still, I savour the moment, the sensation of being controlled, knowing that I am not in charge right now, That I am not the responsible one here. I am the controlled not the controller.
God, it feels good.
If you'd like to read more of Joes story pick up Naughty Rendezvous from Xcite now. Sensual Rendezvous, the second book in the series is also available and the third story, Wild Rendezvous will be available December 15.
Tempting Rendezvous, the print version that comprises all the above novellas is also available now, so lots of ways to get more of Joe!
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Joe gives Leanna her perfect punishment.
Joe likes to tease and single mum Leanna loves it too. When they meet up for their first official date, the sparks fly but who's going to crack first? Will Joe's intimate questions and kiss and run tactics bring Leanna to her knees or will Leanna's curves, flashed in moments of exhibition drive Joe to rip off all her clothes and indulge his urges?
How will she react to Joe's domination and will she be turned on by his spankings? She's going to be a naughty girl, so she's bound to find out.
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Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
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A Print novel, Tempting Rendezvous.
All three eBooks in the Getting Together trilogy.
A copy of the eBook Restoration.
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