Thanks for hosting today! I write something in
between contemporary and erotic romance. I’m a mum and I work part-time in a
primary school, as well as volunteering for Girl Guiding. None of those things
mix.
It’s something I hear all the time: “How can you
write that stuff when you’re a mum?” My response is – I’m a woman as well.
Sorry, but I’m married not dead, I like sex. I like reading erotic romances. I
like writing hot sex scenes. But I wait until the kids are fast asleep before
switching on my laptop or Kindle. Yes, I work in a school – I’m a responsible
adult, and not all my conversations revolve around sex and relationships. In
fact, most of the time I’m talking about Minecraft, FIFA, Star Wars, and Thunderbirds.
(I work with a lot of 7 year old boys.) Even the adult conversation I get is
mainly about the latest ICT programmes, session plans, and how to put new books
onto the library system. My private Facebook page is full of pictures of my
kids eating ice cream, playing in the park, or sleeping kittens. But that’s
Charlotte Howard the mum, and who I am during the day.
The Facebook page you’ll see, the Twitter account
you’ll read, and the Charlotte Howard you meet, is a flirt who writes smut and
not ashamed of it. The Charlotte Howard you will get to know is married, but
has a “special friend” (No, I do not cheat. He’s a friend who also writes smut,
so we have a lot in common and talk a lot. But he’s not my husband...)
Charlotte Howard likes to talk about sex, and her Facebook feed is not for the
under 18s. Although there are still pictures of sleeping kittens...
Author me has a dark side. Author me likes new
experiences, and touches upon them in the books, especially The Black Door, and
my latest WIP, Educating Miss Beauchamp. Author me is planning on going to
Torture Gardens in December, and regularly attends events like Smut by the Sea
and Smut Luton. Author me is happy to divulge intimate details, it’s up to you
to figure out if I’m telling the truth or not.
I am not friends with myself on Facebook – that
would just be weird. And anyone who knows me is warned that they will see my
split personality come to life, and that it is all about my books and life as
an author. Sometimes I slip up. If you meet me in real life, at SmutFest for
example, then the real me seeps through – and sometimes you will see Charlotte
Howard the mum, not Charlotte Howard the author. Real me can be seen in Seven
Dirty Words...
Excerpt:
“I’ve never seen a girl eat
like you.” He laughed.
“I’m starving,” I said, in
between mouthfuls of prawns and peas, trying to ignore the dimming room. A
crash overhead started the storm’s symphony. Fat raindrops splattered against
the window as the room lit with a sudden flash. Seconds later, another rumble filled
the air. I shuddered.
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t like thunder
storms,” I admitted, finishing the last of my noodles. The truth was I was
afraid of any loud noise.
“Don’t worry, I won’t force
you out in this.”
“I forgot to bring a coat,” I
grumbled, rubbing my arms as though it had suddenly got cold.
Matt stood and peered out the
window. “It’ll be a while before this is over.” He picked up the plates and
took them into the kitchen. I followed him, not wanting to be alone.
As I walked in, I suddenly
remembered the large windows, and saw the dreary sky blanketing the village. My
eyes widened in fear as another flash filled the sky.
Matt smiled at me.
“What’s so funny?”
“You are.” He laughed,
nearing me. “I didn’t think you were afraid of anything.”
“Appearances can be
deceptive.”
“They most certainly can!” He
took my hand and led me back into the living room. “Well, it looks like we’ll
be here a bit longer than intended.” We sat back down on the sofa.
“And no TV to kill the time,”
I said, staring at the empty fireplace. “Look, if you want to get rid of me, I
can make a mad dash to the car door. It’s only rain.”
“I don’t want to get rid of
you, Paige.” As he said my name, the hairs on my neck and arms stood on end. “But
I’m not willing to share you either.”
Blurb & Buy Links:
Paige Holmes hides
herself in a masculine world in a desperate attempt to remain safe.
Just as she is ready
to face her fears and her past, she finds herself torn between Matt Jackson and
Vance Ellery: handsome, rich, and safe – or handsome, rich, and dangerous?
Which will she
choose?
The one who appears
to be the most perfect, or the one who makes her use all Seven Dirty Words?
Tirgearr Publishing: http://tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Howard_Charlotte/seven-dirty-words.htm
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1ExJtUx
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1dy702q
Bio & Social Media Links:
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 an active (and vocal) member of the Yeovil Creative Writers.
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