My name is Ruth Solomon, and I like to think myself a writer. I primarily write boring articles and papers for whoever will pay me, but in my not-so-secret life, I write erotic stories. By giving you my name, I've just destroyed the usefulness of my secret identity/pen name of "Liberty Allure."
It sounds like a stripper name anyway. XD
I believe in being up front. I created this blog to sell my ebook, "It's All a Matter of Choice" which has been in online bookstores for about 2 1/2 years, with very good reviews. It was published by Stonehedge Publishing.
They have placed it in all the prominent ebook stores, and it's available on Amazon.com which is all very nice . . . but . . . they do no advertising. Soooo . . . even though I get royalties, if it's more than $10 in 3 months, I'm amazed at how people even find it. But it's a juicy little book and I'll tell you all more about it as soon as I peruse the blogosphere and hook up with some blogs of other authors, writers and erotica enthusiasts. But, I'd like to leave you with a little excerpt from "It's All a Matter of Choice." It's erotica, but has very funny, human moments.
The main character in the novel is Emmet Barrows, a nerdy but resourceful man in his late twenties. Emmet is what I call a "green" hero. He's green, because he's a virgin. XD Hey, all the usual romance novels have the women as virgins, so I thought I'd switch it up a bit. He definitely doesn't want to be one either. Here is a conversation he has with his controlling mom:
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Emmet walked back into the living room and sat down in the armchair.
“Wheel of Fortune should be coming on soon,” he said to his mother.
June looked at him.
“You’re going to watch it with me?” she asked him, slightly surprised.
Emmet nodded.
“Yep. You complained I didn’t spend enough time with you, so I’m going to watch television with you tonight,” he said, adjusting his glasses.
June looked at him suspiciously.
“What about your work?” she asked him.
“I don’t have any,” he replied.
June put her sandwich down.
“What do you mean you don’t have any?” she asked him. Emmet always had work to do. That’s what kept him in the house in the evenings and on weekends.
“I don’t have any. It’s all finished,” he said, “The office girls are doing it now.”
”Office girls? You have office girls doing your work for you, Emmet? That doesn’t seem right,” June said, not liking how this sounded at all. Emmet dealing with office girls? “You should do your own work and not pass it off on ‘office girls.’”
“Mom, they were hired to do the associates’ paperwork. It’s why they are there,” he replied, frowning slightly.
“Well, why weren’t they doing it all along then?” June snapped at him.
“Because I never left the office to do any closings, so they felt I could do my own paperwork,” Emmet said. “But there’s a new girl there now named Anita who knows her job. She took the paperwork to them. So now I can concentrate on setting up more interviews.”
June’s blue eyes rested on Emmet a moment. There was something about the way he said the name "Anita" that she didn’t particularly appreciate.
“Anita, eh? What is she like?” she asked him.
“She’s a brunette, about five-seven with brown eyes. I think she’s about twenty-three or twenty-four. She’s very nice…” Emmet said slowly, then took a deep breath and added, “I’m having lunch with her in the cafeteria tomorrow, so you won’t have to make lunch for me.”
“Lunch with her? But Emmet, I love making your lunch. I’ve done it for years. Plus, spending your money in the cafeteria is a waste. It’s so expensive,” she said.
“Mom, I already have more money than I know what to do with. Buying Anita lunch isn’t going to break me,” he said evenly.
June Barrows’ eyes went round.
“You’re…you’re buying her lunch? Paying for it, Emmet?” she asked him incredulously.
He nodded.
June Barrows threw her hands into the air with disgust.
“So it starts,” she said, frowning at Emmet. “Emmet, you don’t have any experience with women at all. This strange girl walks into your place of employment and already you’re spending money on her. What did I tell you about women? This is a perfect example as to how they have one hand on your privates and the other in your wallet.”
Emmet felt himself tighten a bit at the idea of Anita with her hand anywhere near his cock. Then he colored. That was not a gentlemanly thought at all.
“Look at you. You want that,” June said accusingly, “I can see it in your eyes. They’re all glassy.”
“Mom, I don’t want to talk about this,” he said, “I’m just buying her lunch…not marrying her.”
June clutched her heart dramatically.
“Emmet, don’t even say such a thing. What would I do without you?” she asked him, her voice quivering.
“Oh, I don’t know. Find a boyfriend? Get a job? Live a little?” he thought.
“Mom, I’m not planning on going anywhere, so stop worrying,” Emmet said to her as “Wheel of Fortune!” was chanted on the television screen.
June flopped back on the couch, her sandwich growing cold and her cherry coke growing warm.
“You say that now…but taking women to lunch is the beginning of the end. Next you’ll want to leave me alone at night so you can go out and do immoral things,” she said, “Then you’ll be moving out to live with her in a den of iniquity.”
Emmet looked at his mother in amazement.
“Den of iniquity? Really mom…you’re overdoing it,” he said.
“I am not,” she snapped, “I’m going to be left all alone, and more than likely they’ll find my body right here on the couch a week after I’ve died of neglect.”
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If you think you'd like to check out more of this novel, you can read the first three chapters for free on my fanfiction website by clicking here:
http://www.theburningpen.com/teaser/prologue.html
And you can donate any amount you'd like to read the rest of it, or you can buy the ebook online in a number of reader formats at this location:
http://www.fictionwise.com/ebooks/b45264/Its-All-a-Matter-of-Choice/Liberty-Allure/?
