Spotlighting ELLE BOON - And Her New Book TWO FOR TAMARA

Hi, It's me Caitlyn again, and if you didn't know that by now, we have a problem. LOL

Today I'm interviewing the lovely and talented Elle Boon.  She's one hell of a woman, which you'll see when you read through her interview...and read her steamy excerpts.  I am so lucky to have her stopping by.  I started by asking her to tell me a little about herself.

(Below is Elle talking now....yes I'm just that snarky)

I’m a wife and mother who is a retired stay at home mom. I say retired because my youngest is going to be 14 on May 19^th. When my baby went to school, reading saved my sanity, and then the same year he started school, I was diagnosed with Cancer, again reading saved my sanity. When I recovered and realized how quickly life changed I made a bucket list. The number one thing was to live. Check. On that list was to become a published author. Eight years later I have accomplished that goal and several others.

I live in the Midwest, but am a southern girl with only a slight twang who says y’all quite frequently and am known to say “bless your heart” a lot. If you know what that means you do not want to be the one I say that too lol. I cuss worse than if a trucker and a sailor were put together, but I do it with class lol.

I write what I love to read, erotic romance. My books are definitely full of lots of story, but I leave nothing to the imagination when it comes to the sex. My hope is that after my reader has read one of my stories they fall in love with my characters.

If you had to choose to give up one, which would it be, chocolate or sex? Oh definitely chocolate *WEG*

Why did you choose to write erotica? That’s easy, I write what I like to read. I honestly tried to write a little tamer thinking I would write what my mom could read, and couldn’t do it. The F word and the descriptive sex scenes just flowed right out.

Describe your idea of the perfect first date.  I'm going to take a little liberty and pretend that the couple know each other, but this is our "first date". He picks me up in his antique muscle car that's been completely redone. He opens the door for me, waits till I'm seated then shuts the door, but not before he get's a little eye full of my exposed thighs in the short black dress I'm wearing. When he starts the engine of the 67 Chevy he revs the motor, but drives with complete control to a very nice restaurant where we enjoy dinner and a drink. We meet up with friends for some dancing at a nice night club, me in my sexy black dress, him in his well cut black slacks and white button down. Throughout the entire evening he talks and listens while I do the same, holds my hand, or when dancing he holds me just right; not too close and not too far away. He's a great dancer, can move as well as Justine Timberlake, but is no pretty boy. When the evening draws to an end we catch a cab home, he tells the cab driver to wait as he walks me to my door.  During the evening the touches had been light, but arousing. However, when he leaned down for a goodbye kiss, I pull him in for a heated one. By the time we pull apart we are both breathing hard, my panties have been in dire need of changing the entire evening, but now they are even worse. His arousal is evident. We set a date for the next night.  

If you’re in a relationship, describe your first date with that person. We actually were set up by my dad, so it was a sort of blind date. We had planned to go out to dinner and a movie, but at the last minute my daughter got sick and her dad brought her home, so instead he (who was the first guy I ever let meet my daughter) ordered pizza and watched Disney movies with a sick two year old. He went home and called me for another date that was 18years ago. See the above and that was our second date :)

Do you fall in love with the characters you write? EVERY Time! And then when I go back and re-read before starting on the next book I fall in love all over again LOL

Where do you get the ideas to develop your characters? I take what I like from several men and build my own fantasy men. All my Ravens are larger than life, including Zeus, but I make them loveable IMO.

What series do you read and can’t wait for the next installment? OH lawd, I read soo many that my auto-buy list is long. I love Sherrilyn Kenyon and can’t wait for her next, Shelly Laurenston is another and JR Ward, Christine Feehan and soo many more, but the most out of the box that surprises most people is my absolute love is Diana Palmer. LOVE HER!

Do you have a favorite activity to recharge your batteries before you start a new project? Reading. That is it. I spend time with my family. We go to the movies almost every weekend. I love to shop, almost like an addiction. I’m a total Coach snob and I am not afraid to admit it. I say that because hubby will say what will you do for that bag? Those things will end up in a book only without us adding a third or anything illegal lol.

Do you ever get angry at the characters you write? Not yet, they’ve been very cooperative so far LOL

Contact

http://www.bookstrand.com/elle-boon

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Suggest Latest Book and Buy Links

http://www.amazon.com/Selenas-Ravens-Siren-Publishing-Menage-ebook/dp/B00JZPWPGI/ref=cm_cr_pr_pb_t

http://www.bookstrand.com/selenas-men

http://www.bookstrand.com/two-for-tamara

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Two for Tamara (MFM)

Rafe Blackstone and Vin Thorn had been best friends for thousands of years. They were part of an elite group called the Ravens of War, and were made up of twelve men created by Zeus. When they were no longer needed on Olympus, they’d been sent to Earth to find happiness, and hopefully their Fated.

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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Fantasy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, gods, sex toys, HEA]

Rafe Blackstone and Vin Thorn had been best friends for thousands of years. They were part of an elite group called the Ravens of War, and were made up of twelve men created by Zeus. When they were no longer needed on Olympus, they’d been sent to Earth to find happiness, and hopefully their Fated.

For Tamara Mejia, she’d given up finding that one man meant just for her. Having the ability to see the future ran in her family. So when she saw her own death, she set out to enjoy what she had left. That didn’t include two larger than life men who claimed she was their one.

Cronus pulled Tamara to Hell, and planned to use her as leverage to get his granddaughter, Selena, who's Tamara’s best friend, to bargain for her life.

Rafe, Vin and all the Ravens need the help of the gods and goddesses from Olympus to save not only Tamara, but Earth itself.

STORY EXCERPT

Rafe Blackstone stared at Tamara Mejia as she stood next to her best friend Selena. Since the first moment he laid eyes on her several months ago, he’d wanted her unlike any other women, but she’d run from him.

A deep inhale from his best friend, Vin Thorn, pulled his attention from the alluring woman. They both stood at over seven feet tall with copper-colored skin. Standing next to their two best friends, Max and Malcolm King, as they married their Fated, Selena Ramos, Rafe tugged on his collar. Both men had fallen fast and hard for a woman whom they thought was a normal human, but as fate had once again played with them, she was the lost goddess of none other than the god Zeus.

He barely stifled a chuckle as he watched Zeus point his fingers at his own eyes, and then turned them toward first Max, and then Malcolm. He was glad he wasn’t marrying a goddess, but especially not the lost goddess of Zeus and his wife Hera. Rafe shuddered just thinking about all the ways Zeus would punish him had he been in the King brothers’ shoes. Rafe liked having his balls attached to him, thank you very much.

Zeus’s eerie silver orbs pinned Rafe in his spot. It took all his hard-won discipline not to flinch away from the scrutiny, knowing the god could see inside his mind. Zeus had never paid much attention to any of the Ravens, unless they were fighting his father Cronus and his beasts for him, and that had been thousands of years ago. Now Rafe wished he would go back to tormenting Max and Malcolm. Maybe he should think about all the things the other two men were probably going to do to his baby girl that night?

“You shouldn’t think anything of that nature. You don’t want to get me mad. I promised my baby girl I wouldn’t hurt her husbands. You, on the other hand, I didn’t promise anything about,” Zeus warned.

Rafe stumbled back on the soft sand at the booming voice in his head. Vin’s arm around his shoulders was the only thing that kept him from falling flat on his ass. Looking across the aisle, he saw Zeus staring at the threesome as the priest began the wedding.

“I’ve always paid attention to you boys.”

Even though Zeus wasn’t looking at him, Rafe was aware the god could hear everything he thought. Which sucked fucking dick.

“Of course you did, sir. I apologize for my slight to you.” Had Rafe not been at two of his closest friends’ wedding, he’d have dematerialized.

Zeus sighed. “You are such a poor liar, Rafe Blackstone. But since this is a happy occasion, I will let it pass. I…”

Rafe wasn’t sure what Zeus was planning to say, he was just glad they were interrupted by the priest announcing Max and Malcolm could kiss their bride. The puzzled look on Zeus’s face made Vin bust out in a fit of deep chuckles, earning him a look from the eerie, silver gaze of Zeus. Good, maybe he was getting the mind-fuck from the god, too.

Max, being the gentleman he was, gave Selena a sweet kiss. Malcolm, on the other hand, wasn’t so suave. A loud grunt came from Malcolm, and then he was rubbing the back of his head with a look of retribution toward his brother Max. Max, ever the diplomat, reached for their wife and placed her between them.

It was his turn to finally get to walk back down the aisle with Tamara. She had to be one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, and that was saying something. For the first couple thousand years, he’d spent his life surrounded by goddesses who were perfection personified. But something about Selena’s best friend called to him on a deeper level.

She linked her arm with his, her musky perfume hit his nose like an aphrodisiac, and he felt his dick swell in his trousers like an untried boy. Vin’s eyebrows rose as he looked Rafe up and down, the corners of his lips twitching. Had he not been holding Tamara, Rafe would’ve flipped him the bird.

He felt Tamara stiffen. In her high heels she was close to six feet tall. That still made her a good foot shorter than him and Vin. Rafe shook his head. Why he kept thinking of Tamara with him and Vin was a mystery. Not that he and his closest friend hadn’t been known to share women in the past.

“You can let me go now,” Tamara whispered.

Rafe looked down into eyes like melted chocolate. He always was a lover of anything chocolate.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Good lord, what you do to me,” Vin murmured against her lips.

She took a shaky breath. “I made myself a promise years ago, that I’d be in charge of my life. Today, I almost…I won’t allow anything or anyone to stop me from taking what I want.”

Tamara wiggled out from between them, and Vin felt his heart drop.

Rafe growled, but he too didn’t make a move to pull her back. This was her choice, even if it killed them both.

She turned her back to the both of them, her hair a dark curtain as it spilled down past her waist. Lust, mixed with the softer emotion of love, swept over Vin.

Tamara grabbed the end of her camisole and dragged it over her head. Her copper-colored skin played peek-a-boo behind her hair, making Vin’s iron-hard erection almost painful.

Rafe tore his own shirt in half in his impatience, and the remnants of the torn garment sailed across the room. She was wearing a bra, but with a twist of her long slim fingers, she unsnapped the closure and dropped it next to her top.

Vin was trembling inside and out. He wanted to close the gap between them, but this was her show. He didn’t want to do anything that would scare her or make her change her mind.

When she turned to face them, her breasts that were definitely large enough to fill his hands, were firm and high. The tips were puckered, and he growled, shocked at the possessive sound.

Tamara lifted her hands and kneaded the flesh that beckoned to him. He raised his own shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

Her hands shook as she ran her palms down her flat abdomen, the trembling evident as she undid the snap on the loose slacks she wore.

Any doubt that she wanted them as much as they wanted her disappeared when the scent of her arousal hit him. Standing in nothing but a white lace thong, Tamara was every man’s wet dream. She licked her lips, lips that were red and swollen from his kisses.

“Are you sure, omorfia mou?” Rafe asked, standing frozen to the spot.

Vin heard the desperation in his friend’s tone, the endearment so easily said from one of the coldest men Vin had ever known.

“Am I sure that I want to have sex with two men? Absolutely.” She nodded. “But I’ve never done this…”

He’d never seen a woman with a complexion like hers blush so becomingly. Vin vowed he’d do his damnedest to see that same rosy hue cover her from head to toe for a whole other reason, and soon.

“How do you want to do this,agape mou?” Vin asked.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean. I’m a sure thing.”

Rafe growled, moving closer to where she stood. “You are many things, Tamara, but I would never call you a sure thing, nor will we allow you to demean yourself to us.”

She pushed at Rafe’s chest. “You don’t allow me to do anything. I do what I want.”

Vin watched Tamara nip Rafe’s lip, her fingers unsnapping his jeans. The sound of Rafe’s zipper being tugged down made all hesitation on their part fly out the window with her take-charge moves.

“I had you pegged as a commando man,” Tamara murmured as his jeans parted to expose lack of briefs.

Vin didn’t think he could handle watching her give Rafe a blow job without coming in his jeans.

“Come here,” she beckoned him with one finger. And like a marionette, he walked the two steps to where she stood holding his best friend’s hard cock in her hand.

Vin’s own hands itched to cup her breasts in his palms, and it went against the grain to turn control over to anyone, but he knew Tamara needed this. And goddess, did he need to have her fingers wrapped around his length. He needed her lips and tongue on his dick like he needed his next breath. She unsnapped his jeans and undid the zip the same as Rafe’s, gasped, and smiled a wicked grin.

“Not commando for you then, Vin?” Tamara dropped to her knees.

“She’s going to fucking kill us.” Rafe groaned.

“What a way to go.” Vin palmed the back of Tamara’s head, letting her lick first him then Rafe.

She hummed around the head of his dick, and Vin was sure he was going to come.

* * * *

Rafe loved seeing Tamara on her knees sucking his and his best friend’s cocks, wanted to watch her swallow Vin’s cum and then his. But not their first time.

Vin tugged Tamara off him, pulled her to her feet and covered her mouth with his own. The man didn’t kiss her. No, he ate at her mouth like a starving man.

“Bed,” Rafe rumbled.

Tamara tugged Vin to what Rafe assumed was her bedroom. The king-sized bed would be a tight fit—since both he and Vin were huge men, even a California King wouldn’t work. He made a small adjustment with no more than a thought, replacing her bed with one twice as big.

Vin jerked the covers off the bed, tossing them to the end over the chest at the foot of the bed, which kept them from tumbling to the floor. “I don’t want anything to hide you from us.” Vin’s voice sounded rough. “How do you want to do this, agape mou?”