Love's Storm Blog Tour (AND Giveaway!)

We've got Margie Church and KB Cutter on the blog today to tell us about the Steamy, Sizzling, Sexy scenes in Erotic Romance. So tell us you two, Can it get too hot???

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When it's hot, it's hot!

 Erotic romance is all about the steam, the graphic intensity that makes readers squirm. Well-written that is. If you get lost in the words and forget about the person reading, you could walk away with a big fat, eew!

For K.B. Cutter and I, writing erotic romance is more than just the love scenes. Many aspects of the lovers' relationship have an erotic quality. The highs of their joy, the lows of their sorrow and deep longing that makes you flip the pages as fast as you can read to find out what happens next. All of that wraps up to help us illustrate the depth of their feelings for each other, not just the heat between the sheets (or on the couch, kitchen table, spanking bench).

We appreciate the freedom that writing erotic romance gives us. Some readers are turned off by the direct language and intensity that most erotic romances have. We think as a first course, those readers should stay clear of erotic/erotica and go with something with less heat in the language. But even though writing erotica gives us permission in many ways to push every envelope, as authors we felt we must still make our language choices carefully to avoid the ick factor. Some people are turned off by the C-word no matter what. They find it vulgar and never erotic. Use it sparingly, we say, and put it in the most sensual dialog possible. Couched in the right action tags, tone of voice, you can make the some of the trickiest words and phrases sound erotic. In fact, we've had people tell us they read scenes to their lovers, or practiced some of the dialog and used it in bed. To us, those are tremendous compliments.

The Razor Trilogy has lengthy BDSM scenes involving a Dom and a FemDom competing for love. We spent a lot of time researching these subjects, behaviors, and techniques. We continue doing that so the third book will be just as strong and sizzling as the first two. Many of our readers aren't into the Lifestyle. Their view of what BDSM is truly about is narrow. In this series, we're bringing the psychological and physical aspects together for explosive scenes that will make readers sweat with anticipation.

The Razor Trilogy is very erotic. The subject matter – polyamory — is titillating. It's not a ménage for a night. It's love and enduring commitment. We call it a Trilogy for 21^st century readers. Here's a taste of the second book in the trilogy: Love's Storm.

Razor: Love's Storm by Margie Church and K.B. Cutter

Their delicious, naughty secret is out, and it's open season on Amy and Bryce's decision to add a third person to their marriage.All the talking in the world can't convince critics that Amy and Bryce's marriage is rock-solid, and there are no secrets between them. Others meddle to undermine Bryce's business and marriage. Even Raine's Master thinks she's making a huge mistake. With no allies, and scorn coming from every direction, love and determination must lead Amy, Bryce, and Raine through love's storm. Their journey began in Razor: Desire's Edge and continues after Love's Storm in Love's Reflection.

Did you like that? Well, here's another. A special treat just for you. 

Raine reached for a mug in a cupboard. The hem of her long T-shirt rose with the motion, exposing one, prefect ass cheek.

Bryce stood at the kitchen doorway, arms folded across his bare chest. "Remind me to put everything on the highest shelf."

She turned with the mug held between her breasts, and peered at him with an arched eyebrow.  "I'm surprised you're awake. I didn't think you'd have the stamina to get out of bed."

Bryce snorted. "The lady forgets one of my talents is endurance."

Raine placed her mug on the granite island. Her tongue flicked over her upper lip as her gaze lowered to his crotch.

"Bit cocky, aren't we?"

The throaty, sensual tone of her voice aroused him. Her regal poise commanded his full attention, as did her lithe body. Full breasts strained against cotton fabric. The hem of her shirt barely concealed her exquisite, trimmed mound and rounded ass.

Bryce clenched his jaw. The time for playful banter ended. He closed the distance between them in long, determined strides. He slid his hands slid under the shirt, cupping her breasts.

Raine looked up at him, eyes shimmering.

Did he detect a lustful spark flaring in those liquid onyx depths?

With a fingernail, she traced his jaw line. "Are you hungry, Mr. Gage?"

Bryce leaned in, nuzzling her nape. "Famished."

"Your beard is scratching me."

He pulled his head back, offering a rueful smile. "Sorry for the abrasions."

Raine snaked an arm around his waist. She scraped his lower back with her fingernails hard enough to get his attention. "My submissive is forgetful. I'm not a delicate flower petal, easily bruised."

Her fingers trailed up his spine, then slid into his hair, and caressed his scalp. Arching her back, she applied gentle pressure to the back of his head, guiding it forward. With her free hand, Raine pulled up the hem of her T-shirt, exposing a breast.

"I want you."

Bryce emitted a low growl, his unshaven face grazing her areola as he hungrily suckled the nipple.

"Uh, you two, get a room. Oh wait, you have one."

At the sound of Amy's voice, Bryce jolted upright, as though a bolt of electrical energy lashed his backside. He offered his wife a weak smile.

My God, why do I feel like a teenager busted by my parents for making out in the living room?

Raine pulled down her shirt, and gracefully smoothed the material over her hips. She opened the cupboard, and took out another coffee mug. She glanced over her shoulder. "Hey, girlfriend. Coffee? Freshly brewed."

Amy leaned against the archway, stifling a yawn. "Good morning. Yes, please."

Amy walked into the kitchen, and sat at the table.

Bryce watched her gaze follow Raine's fluid movements. Her nipples poked the flannel nightshirt she wore. Her sleep-tangled, blond locks spilled to her shoulders. Hooded eyes and bedroom husky voice gave the appearance she'd just left her spent lover in tousled sheets.

If I play my cards right—

"Bryce, be a dear and pour Amy some coffee."

Raine's soft, yet authoritative voice dispelled the erotic fantasy unreeling in his mind. "Sure."

He busied himself with pouring milk into the coffee, and then stirred in a teaspoon of sugar.

Raine walked to Amy, leaned over, and gave her a quick a kiss on the cheek. "You feel okay? You seem worn out."

Amy sighed. "I'm exhausted. Got in late last night from my business trip to Connecticut. The new client made me jump through a ton of hoops. I think the woman is part vampire. She nearly sucked the life out of me. To top it off, there was a bus accident on I-95 that snarled traffic for miles. I'm glad you kept Bryce company last night. Sorry for my snarky remark earlier. I didn't mean to come off cranky. If my husband gets his tight ass in gear, the coffee might perk me up."

Bryce grimaced. "Yeah, right, sorry." He brought the mug to her. Bending down, he kissed her fully on the lips. The mixture of scents—Raine's, Amy's, and his own—made him moan.

Amy glanced at him, her lips curling in a knowing smirk.

Raine sipped her mug, the steam wreathing her dark features. "I'm going to skip breakfast this morning, and go take a shower before I head out to my condo. I have so much work to do, and I need to make sure my plants are more than withered stalks."

She walked over to Amy, and stroked her arm. "You kids have a good morning. I'll catch up with both of you later." Raine flashed Bryce a mischievous grin.

Amy smiled while squeezing Raine's hand. "Bye. Thanks for the coffee. I'll catch up with you later."

Meet the Authors!!

 K.B. Cutter:Born and bred Long Islander, I grew up working class poor. There were few escapes for me:The beach, the bay and books. I fell in love with all three.
 As I grew older, I became a voracious reader. The natural evolutionary process lead me to write. I filled countless marble composition notebooks with my fevered scribblings.  Eventually, with the aid of modern technology, namely the PC, Microsoft Word and the internet, I was blessed to find an exceptional interactive writing forum. For years I wrote in every conceivable genre and sub-genre. While I am a member of the Thin Blue Line at night, during the day I create stories of erotic romance and dark horror. One day, I will marry the two successfully. The results, I hope, will be bloody sexy!

Margie Church:Margie Church writes erotic romance novels with a strong suspense element, in keeping with her motto: Romance with SASS (Suspense, Angst, Seductive Sizzle). Never expect the same thing twice in one of her books. She tackles subjects and conflicts that aren’t typical in romances. Life is complicated. People are, too. Marrying those concepts makes her books fascinating.
 Margie was 2011 GLBT Author of the Year, and her book, Hard as Teak, was named 2011 GLBT Book of the Year at Loves Romances Café. She is well-known for her BDSM erotic romances as well.
 Margie lives in Minnesota, is married, and has two children. Some of her passions are music, biking, walking on moonlit nights, fishing, and making people laugh.

Thank you gift! During the blog tour, we're giving away an autographed copy of Desire's Edge and Love's Storm to two lucky visitors--- one book to each commenter