It’s the very lovely and breathtakingly talented Charlotte Howard in the erotic author spotlight this week. Find out more about Charlotte in her spotlight below, and enjoy two free steamy excerpts from her erotic novels.
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My career as a writer started when I was young, writing poetry and flash fiction for my friends and family. After a few minor successes of having pieces published in anthologies, and later on-line, I decided to have a go at writing a full-length novel. My first attempt was a bit of a disaster, but after years of practice, I finally got that coveted First Contract. Since then, I’ve written several more novels and short stories, and I don’t intend to retire for at least another 50 years.
Charlotte lives in Somerset with her husband, two children, and growing menagerie of pets and can always be found with a cup of tea in her hand. When she’s not writing or running around after small people and animals, she loves to eat curry and watch action films.
Charlotte is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association, and an active (and vocal) member of the Yeovil Creative Writers.
Seven Dirty Words
Four Letter Words
The Final Straight
The Black Door
One Night in Edinburgh
FROM THE FINAL STRAIGHT:
With a towel wrapped around his waist, he made his way back to the bedroom. He was still naked when he heard the familiar slam of the back door, followed by Bracken’s bark and a loud shout telling the dog to go back to bed.
“You up there?” she called. The thud of footsteps grew louder as she made her way up the stairs. It wasn’t long before she was in the doorway, hands on hips, surrounded by a halo of curls the same colour as her temper.
The dog had followed and was panting by her leg. April batted her away, and Max rolled his eyes at the anger and frustration that exuded from her every pore, turning his back on her and dropping the towel.
“What the hell, Max?” she exclaimed, but it wasn’t because of his nudity. She’d seen him naked more times than any other woman.
He stepped into a pair of tight boxer shorts and turned around, preparing himself for the grief he had been hoping to avoid. “What have I done now?” he asked, walking towards the wardrobe and pulling out a pair of dark, shredded jeans.
“What’s the point? Do you even remember her name?”
He didn’t answer. She wasn’t expecting him to; she never did. Fastening the button on his waistband, he went to the chest of drawers and took out a clean T-shirt.
“Well, I’ll tell you what her name was,” April said, walking into the room. “Mellie Banks. Ring a bell?”
“It should,” she snapped. “Her father has three horses on this yard, or did until he turned up this morning and took them off.”
He moved behind her and started to massage at the knot of tension that had built at the base of her neck.
“Don’t try to appease me, Max,” she said, but he could tell that her anger was waning. He continued to press into her muscles, letting his thumbs make small circles either side of her spine. Bending his head to the curve of her shoulder, he placed his forehead on the sleeve of her polo T-shirt and took a deep breath, inhaling the dusty scent of straw and shavings.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured into her back.
She shrugged out of his touch and turned to face him. “You’re hopeless,” she sighed. The corners of her lips flickered into the smallest of smiles.
“We could just hide in bed all day,” he said, taking her hands and tugging her forwards. “Forget about Mellie Banks. Forget about the yard…”
“And who’s going to pay my bills when this place falls on its arse?”
The edge of the mattress connected with his knees and he fell backwards, pulling her with him. “You know I’ll always take care of you.”
She landed on top of him, inches away from his face. He lifted a hand and tucked a stray red curl behind her ear. With a frustrated groan, she rolled off of him and lay on her side.
“As much as I would like to be the next notch on your bedpost, we have a business to run.” She shoved herself up.
He watched as she straightened her clothes and ran her fingers through her hair.
“Anyway,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “I’m not your type. I have a brain.”
FROM SEVEN DIRTY WORDS:
The thunder continued to roll around, tumbling in its fight with the lightning and rain. My spine quivered as the fear began to subside.
His hands ran over my arms, brushing against the curve of my bust. That single touch caused everything in me to tighten and tense, and I was glad for the padded bra, hiding my obvious arousal.
“I should say sorry,” he started. “You’re not a pissing contest, and I’m sorry that I made you to feel that way.”
“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have tried to play games between you and TD… your father,” I corrected myself.
“TD?” he enquired, sounding bemused.
“Oh, nothing. It’s silly.” I wriggled in his embrace, trying to avoid the conversation.
“No, I’m intrigued now. What pet name do you have for him?”
“TDS. Tall, Dark and Smouldering.”
“You think my father smoulders?” He was incredulous.
“I did when I first met him.” Embarrassing.
“But not now?”
“I’m not sure of anything anymore.”
“You,” I turned to face him. His eyes had darkened so that they matched the sky.
“What did I do?” he asked, feigning innocence.
I pulled from his grasp and sat up to face him. A bemused smirk crossed his lips.
“I didn’t know who you were at first. I thought you were just some cute bloke wanting his car done up. But then when I found out you were his son, it confused me. I was attracted to you both.”
“Am. I am attracted to you both. I can’t help it, and I’m not going to hide my feelings for your father. I can’t control myself around him.”
“Not many women can. It’s a magnetism I wish I possessed.”
“Oh no, please don’t wish to be like him. You’re so much more. He’s just sex.” I saw him cringe beneath the words. Of course he would be uncomfortable discussing his father’s sexual prowess, as much as I recoiled at the thought of my parents even so much as kissing.
“But you,” I continued, trying to hide both our embarrassment. “You’re so kind and warm. I love spending time with you. I really do.”
“But I’m not sex.” There was no more teasing in his voice now, just seriousness.
“Why are you even pursuing this? You know that I’ve spent the night with him, yet you still want me as well?”
“Because since the moment I met you, I’ve wanted something much more.”
“Even though you know about—”
“Yes,” he stopped me from mentioning TDS further.
“Doesn’t it bother you?” I probed further.
“I’ve already told you it does,” he snapped. He stood up, running his hands through his hair. The muscles in his back flexed beneath his t-shirt, a sight that sent shockwaves coursing through me. How could I even be contemplating a man who was old enough to be my father when this vision stood before me?
He dropped to his knees beside me. “It bothers me a lot. But there is something about you.” He lifted a hand to trace the line across my chin. “You stir something inside me that I haven’t felt for a long time. I meant it when I said I felt honoured that you told me.” He leaned towards me, closing the gap between us. His lips brushed across mine. “Spend the night with me, Paige.”
– Charlotte Howard