Author of the Month, Inez Kelley
Dr. Bastian Talbot and self-proclaimed sex goddess Charlie Pierce heat up the air waves with their flirty banter as radio hosts Dr. Hot and the Honeypot. Off the air, theyâ€™re best friendsâ€¦but Bastian wants to be so much more. He wants Charlieâ€”in bed, and forever.
Problem is, Charlie doesnâ€™t do commitment. Sure, sheâ€™s had X-rated fantasies of Bastian, but he was always just a friendâ€”until he impulsively proposes and unleashes the lust theyâ€™ve been denying for years. Charlieâ€™s willing to explore where their wild chemistry leads, but she wonâ€™t marry him. AndÂ he wonâ€™t have sex withÂ her until she accepts his proposal, despite her seductive schemes.
What are Dr. Hot and the Honeypot to do? Ask their listeners for advice on how to tame a sex kitten and turn a perfect gentleman into a shameless lover. The Race to Wed or Bed is onâ€¦who will turn up on top?
WORDPLAY AS FOREPLAY
by Inez Kelley
I have a big mouth. Shocking, I know but I do. Friends swear Iâ€™m the secret offspring of a sailor and a trucker. I once won an award for the filthiest mouth. But then, Iâ€™ve also been called lyrical and lush, a painter with words. I like to talk and when I canâ€™t talk, I write.
Iâ€™m legally blind. As a child, it sucked. I had no depth perception so sports and I werenâ€™t the best of friends. Hell, even setting the table was an adventure. Four-eyes and Froggie were some of the nicer names I heard behind my back and occasionally to my face. The kid who was always picked last at sports poked fun at me. Kids are cruel, that will never change.
So, I turned to friends who didnâ€™t care, books. I flew airplanes and ran races and fought in battles all through words. Where kids my age were sharpening their batting skills, I was sharpening my tongue, my brain.
Iâ€™ve never left my weapons behind. An old expression says the pen is mightier than the sword and, although in a face-to-face combat that might not work, in general, itâ€™s true. I learned words stopped most teasing sessions before they got too painful, diffused angry situations with humor or reached out to bridge gaps. Words became my hollow-point bullets and my olive branches.
But along with that sharp-tongue came a love of the lyrical word, of the rhythm of how sounds roll together to create an image. This is one of my favorite passages:
Myla as a lover was incredible. Myla as a jaguar was mesmerizing. Myla as a warrior was breathtaking. If war could be called music, she would be its dancer for her grace and speed were choreographed to a deadly melody. Each twirl and vault of her stance seemed more ballet than fight but her blade drew blood time and time again. In the midst of death and bloodshed, she captivated him. â€“Myla by Moonlight
Now thatâ€™s not to say that my mouth never got in me into trouble. It did. For example, I was sixteen and had been chosen as one of two teens from my state to go to the Capitol in Washington DC for some type of Youth Summit program. One kid from California made fun of us Hillbillies and asked if we had to wear shoes to school or were those saved for special occasions, like inbred weddings.
Without thinking, I whipped around and said that shoes were mandatory in school but panties were optional and he could pucker up and kiss my Hillbilly ass. *Ahem* My sponsor/teacher did not find that amusing at all.
That word play, is how I deal with life. Today, I have super high-strength contacts and glasses, and Iâ€™ve outgrown the taunting. Iâ€™m a smart-ass who can delve into purple prose, although I try to reign in the lilac. I try to balance the teases with the purple, the rhyme with the melody. That wordplay inspired my August Carina Press release TURN IT UP.
TURN IT UP is all about wordplay as foreplay.
â€œWhatâ€™s your favorite sexual position, Bastian?â€
Too soon. â€œWhere in the hell do you come up with these questions?â€ Even after six years, she never failed to surprise him.
â€œUh, tomorrowâ€™s show, â€˜Assuming the Position,â€™ remember? I just thought itâ€™d be a good idea to go over some of our answers since the topic is bound to get a bit touchy.â€
She did have a point. They often semi-rehearsed their supposed off-the-cuff answers. It added more strength to her professional demeanor. His, too, he supposed, but still, never ask a man with a hard-on what position he likes best. It was cruel and malicious torture.
â€œYou first,â€ he hedged, earning a sly grin. She liked to think he was shy at times, and he had no problem allowing that.
â€œI like them all. But I guess, if I had to pick, Iâ€™d go with cowgirl.â€
Charlie, bare-breasted above him, hips rising and falling. Great, another image to flush out of my head. Think abscessed diabetic ulcers. â€œWhy?â€
Her shoulders shrugged and she burrowed deeper into his shirt. â€œI like control, no secret there. I bet I can guess yours.â€
The tease lifted his eyebrows. â€œOkay, go for it.â€
â€œYouâ€™re the old-fashioned type, so Iâ€™ll guessâ€¦missionary.â€
She knew him too damn well. â€œGuilty as charged. I like to see my loverâ€™s eyes looking up at me.â€
â€œOooh, how romantic,â€ she purred. â€œAnd the fact you get to control everything has nothing to do with it.â€
â€œWhatâ€™s that mean?â€
â€œTopping is the power position. You set the pace, the depth, the subtle shifts that prolong things.â€
â€œTell you what, Honey, next time you sit on my lap, Iâ€™ll let you prolong anything you want.â€
His flirt hung heavy but she laughed it off. Calling her by her radio persona insulated him. This was Doc teasing Honey, not Bastian flirting with Charlie, at least to her.
â€œIn your imagination, Doc.â€ She saluted him with her bottle. â€œAnd speaking of imagination, next weekâ€™s show on self-loveâ€”you okay with that? Some men get twitchy.â€
â€œYep. Masturbation is a normal human behavior. Iâ€™ll have all my facts in order, donâ€™t you worry.â€ Saucy Doc Hot took hold of his tongue and ran with his thoughts before his brain could catch it. â€œHowâ€™s the self-love treating you lately, Honey?â€
Cornflower eyes widened before narrowing in challenge. This banter was what made their show spicy and successful.
â€œJust fine, Doc. How about you? You handling everything all right?â€
His cheeks warmed but he never dropped his gaze. â€œBeen a little lax lately, too many ER shifts and not enough sleep.â€
â€œTsk-tsk-tsk. You canâ€™t neglect yourself. All work and no self-play makes Doc a grumpy boy. Find a few minutes to take care of business, will you?â€ A vampish smile curled seductively. â€œLet me know if you need a hand.â€
â€œYouâ€™d need both.â€
Itâ€™s not the size of the word, itâ€™s the power it carries. Talk is foreplay. Use it!
Inez Kelley is a multi-published author of various romance genres. You can visit her at her websiteÂ http://inezkelley.com/ Follow her on twitter at@Inez_Kelley or on Facebook atÂ http://www.facebook.com/inez.kelley
Her backlist includes the riveting contemporaryÂ Sweet as Sin, a laugh-out-loud comedyÂ Jinxed, the award-winning fantasyÂ Myla by Moonlight and the sequel,Â Salome at Sunrise, steamy Lipstick on his Collar and books two and three of the erotic Dirty Laundry series,Â Talk Dirty to Me andÂ Coming Clean.