Who runs the show?

You tell 'em, Jake.

Giving up is LIVE!

I'm so excited!!

Stay tuned...

Giving Up has been uploaded and published on Amazon. It should be live and ready to go tomorrow morning by 8 a.m. EST.

Yay!

Letting go

Take a peak at the cover!

I'm finishing up final edits and now working on formatting.

Phew! I had no idea so much work was involved in this!

Anyhow, I'm very excited to finally take a look at the finished cover. This is what will show up on Amazon...very, very soon. Stay tuned, folks!

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Here we go....

Casting Characters

This is one of the funnest things to do as a writer. Why not cast actors and actresses to "star" as the characters you've created?

I'd like to introduce you to Lacey.

And now for her husband, Jake. 

Can't wait for you all to meet them and read about their story...very soon!

Erotica versus Porn

Is there a difference between erotica and porn? This is a question I've given a lot of thought to lately.

Some people have a knee-jerk reaction to both the words "erotica" and "pornography." Definitions are frequently thrown around, but I'd like to suggest that the definitions of either word really don't get to the heart of the difference between the two. I'd like to propose that the difference between the two is motive. 

That said, we do need to start with the definitions. 

Erotica: literary or artistic works having an erotic (tending to arouse sexual desire) theme or quality. 

Pornography: the depiction of erotic behavior (as in pictures or writing) intended to cause sexual excitement. 

So at face value, it seems the two are synonymous, no? 

I say no. 

Please bear with me here, as I think we need to set another foundation. All works of art serve the purpose of stirring emotions within. I propose that what separates "good" art from "bad" art is rooted in the ability to move one's emotions. Good works of art cause us to think beyond our day-to-day existence and question the "why." Perhaps all of us have had a breakthrough -- with a movie, a poem, a song, or a book, those moments that make us say, "Wow." We've all the experience of having been moved to reflect on the human experience.

I remember watching the CMA with my husband a few years ago and there was a live rendition of Lady Antebellum's "I Need You Now." My husband, a musician, said, "What is beautiful about the song is that the way they sing it actually conveys what they are singing...the longing." There is a pleading in that song. There is a need in the actual tone that goes beyond the lyrics. I completely agreed. 

Perhaps some of us have even had what we call "life-changing experiences" with art. 

Most of us would agree that being moved to tears -- from happiness, empathy, sadness or fear -- often indicate that we've been moved.

"I laughed. I cried!" people say, about a movie, or a book. 

Most people would agree this response is a good one. I daresay, most people say this response is the trademark of good art. 

Where we disagree, though, is when we venture into erotic territory. We are human beings who were created to feel. We were created to feel love, passion, anger, fear, and joy, and that is only the beginning. 

We were also created to feel sexual desire. Let's be honest, people. It's what makes the world go 'round. 

However, there are some of us who have that experience with art -- the feeling of arousal -- and we dismiss it as wrong. Although we are comfortable feeling happy, or sad, or angry, there is this idea that feeling sexually aroused is somehow wrong. 

I propose it is natural. 

I propose it is an integral part of the human experience. 

So when a work of art leans on the edge of erotica, I say there is nothing necessarily wrong with it. Men and women were created to love one another, and the desire to love one another sexually is a beautiful thing. 

What, then, is the purpose of pornography? There is one and only one purpose: to enhance sexual desire. The difference, as I see it, between erotica and pornography, is the difference between eating a delicious meal and being tube fed. Both satisfy the same primal desire. One satisfies an appetite with a mulit-sensory experience that brings both joy and satisfaction, while one strips the experience down to a mere function. 

I propose that erotica enhances the human experience of sexual desire. One could argue that pornography degrades it. 

A beautiful portrait of a nude woman sitting demurely in her husband's embrace goes beyond the erotic display. It shows beauty. Love. Trust. Compare that to a Playboy pin-up, and we are left with beauty without the love and trust. We are stripped of a gourmet meal and left with a feeding tube.

I write erotic literature for a reason. Love is deep and complex. It is at the very heart of humanity. I choose not to hide from the beauty and intimacy of sexuality. I propose that we were created to love, and to love deeply. Sexuality is an integral part of that deep desire to love and be loved. 

I will continue to write erotica, because I will continue to urge my readers to love, and to love deeply. 

Excerpt from "Giving Up"

We are working on final edits for Giving Up: a Novella, preparing to publish! Here is the description, and a small excerpt.

Drum roll, please....here is the cover photo!

Lacey is on the verge of giving up. She is tired of the fighting, the loneliness, and the stress of her marriage weighing her down.

In desperation, she seeks the advice of a good friend. Can she rekindle the flames of a dying marriage? Lacey has nothing to lose by putting her friend's advice to the test.

What she discovers is the depth of a love so profound, so passionate, so enduring, she is brought to her knees in surrender to the man she loves.

Note: This is a work of adult erotic fiction, and contains consensual 
erotic spanking. 

And now for an excerpt: 

"...A few minutes later, she heard Jake putting toys away while the boys played, and she sifted through the mail on the counter. She heard him come into the kitchen behind her. As his arms enveloped her, she felt herself leaning into him. It felt good to be held by him. It had been so long since she'd been held by him. She turned around and buried her head in his chest. One of his hands pressed her head tightly against him, and he leaned down and kissed her forehead. Tears sprang to her eyes.

She lifted her face to his, put her arms around him, and drew him in for a kiss. His hands anchored around her waist, and he pulled her hips to his as he kissed her back.

Ten seconds.

He parted her lips with his, and she inhaled sharply as his tongue slid inside her mouth. Her heart pounded as his hands slid down and grabbed her rear end tightly, pulling her closer, and he kissed her softly, then more urgently. She felt his beard on her skin, the soft warmth of his mouth on hers, and her senses reeled as her body yearned for more.

She lost count at twenty.

His hands on her backside, his mouth on hers, he was moving her and she was helpless to respond. She let him. He backed her up against the wall, not roughly, but not softly either, and one of his hands traveled up her blouse. When the warmth of his hand cupped her breast, she moaned into his mouth, and he kissed her harder. Finally, he pulled away.

“Holy shit, Lace,” he groaned, pulling his hand out from under her blouse and hugging her close.

She giggled and buried her head in his neck while his arms wrapped around her and held her.

“I missed you,” she whispered, and tears filled her eyes. “God, I missed you, Jake.”

His arms grasped her tightly. “I missed you, too, babe,” he murmured.

That night, she didn't leave the space in the bed between them. She made herself forget all about her mama pooch and flabby skin.

If he wants more than that, give it to him.

He wanted more than the kiss.

She gratefully gave it to him.

And it was wonderful.

Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3.

It's about time I started a blog! Please stay tuned for updates and new releases, as I keep in touch with my readers!

Cammie J. Lynn