Adult language and mature content
I AM PLEASED TO WELCOME AUTHOR
J. B. Rogers
ABOUT THE AUTHOR –
J.B. Rogers is not my real name. I choose not to disclose any personal information, not even my age or gender, because I want my work to stand or fall on its own merits. (There is an age on my Goodreads profile, because they require a birthday year. It may or may not be correct. Similarly, I use cover photos as my avatars.) Feel free to refer to me by whichever pronouns you wish. I can’t very well complain about being misgendered if I don’t give you anything to work with, can I? ;)
I write from cisgender and transgender perspectives, with a variety of orientations and genders, and even (once, so far) one explicit scene between a couple whose sexes and genders were not revealed. Writing is a way for me to explore paths that are closed to me, as well as fantasies I’d like to live out. If you read my work trying to determine who I am, I hope you will be endlessly frustrated. If my personal preferences come through, I’m not doing my job correctly.
BANTER – STUFF ABOUT YOU
Q: Are you a morning person, or a midnight candle burner?
A: I’m definitely a night owl! If I had my way, the only way I’d ever see 9am would be on my way to bed. “Sleep all day. Party all night. It’s fun to be a vampire.” I do like breakfast, though…
Q: Have you ever been too embarrassed to promote any certain titles to friends or family?
A: Without a doubt. I come from a very conservative family, and they’d be absolutely scandalized if they knew what I write. That’s one of the reasons I use a pen name. My friends are a different story; they’re in on the secret.
Q: List these in order of preference, French food, Chinese food, Italian food, Indian food, Home cooking, backyard BBQ.
A: Hmm, decisions, decisions… I’ll go with home, Chinese, backyard, Italian, and then French barely edges out Indian.
Q: Pets? Do you have any?
A: No; are you applying for the position? ;)
BOOKS – ABOUT THE CRAFT
Q: Where do you get your ideas?
A: From a P.O. Box in Schenectady. ;)
Seriously, though – the idea for my first novel came to me as I was trying to go to sleep one night. The characters just started talking to me, and they wouldn’t shut up until I started taking notes and making an outline. Since then, I’ve gotten a lot of mileage out of exploring the background and secondary characters in that story, expanding the setting with each new tale.
Q: How did you come to write your genre of choice?
A: I wanted to prove that you could have explicit sex scenes and rich, complex characters in the same book. We wouldn’t put up with that choice in real life; why should we do so in fiction? Too much erotica relies on paper-thin characters and trite ideas; I want to offer something more substantial but no less arousing.
Q: Would you ever consider a joint project?
A: No; I’m not into drugs. ;)
Oh, you mean co-writing something? Sure; I’ve done so in the past. None of that’s available, but I’d be open to the possibility.
Q: When crafting the story do you go from beginning to end, or do you jump around writing the scenes that are pushing themselves forward in your brain?
A: I usually write in sequence, but I put a lot of notes into my outlines as ideas come to me. That really helps when I’m planning long arcs, and sometimes I find myself writing dialogue or even entire scenes there. Then, as I starta chapter, I copy the notes into the document so I can’t forget them. Of course, sometimes the plan changes…
BOOKS - NOW LETS PROMOTE – STRUT YOUR STUFF
Q: Do you have a new book coming out soon? Tell us about it.
A:Thirds, which came out on Labor Day, is kind of an homage to Four Rooms, in that it showcases different stories that take place in the same hotel on the same night. The number three is really central to the collection. Each of the three stories is told by a third person who joins an existing couple’s relationship for a threesome, and the third story explores the malleability of gender roles – sometimes referred to as “third gender” territory – even though none of the characters identifies as transgender.
I released “Hosed” in mid-September, but it had previously been available as part of a box set. It’s an odd little piece – a sequel to both Thirds and my first novel, The Freshman’s Curse. Briefly, “Hosed” is the story of an ugly secret coming to light, and how a young couple deals with it. The boyfriend’s secret is detailed in TFC, but Thirds sheds some light on why his girlfriend reacts the way she does.
My next release will probably be the Thirds audiobook. I’m working with Wordwooze Publishing on that, and I’m eager to hear the finished product. Since those stories are written in first-person, I sent them some background notes to give the narrator some extra insight into where the other characters are coming from.
Q: What are you working on now? Would you like to share anything about it?
A: I’m trying to decide between several ideas. Thirdsis a nexus of sorts, tying together three storylines that I’d like to explore in more detail, but I also have other stories I could tackle instead. Right now, I’m leaning toward showing how one of the couples in Thirds met and brought kink into their relationship. Telling that complete arc would give me about a dozen short stories, just with what I’ve sketched out so far, and it would explain some of the friction between the wife and her stepdaughter.
Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?
Q: Are you currently participating in a blog tour? If you are let’s tell everyone where you’re going to be so they can catch up with you again.
A: I’m not doing a blog tour, but I’d be open to it! I currently participate in Kayla Lords’s Masturbation Monday. That’s how I started writing Thirds, and by the end of October, my followers will have seen that complete first draft as a long weekly serial. The finished version holds some surprises, though…
Three rooms. One night. No boundaries.
A gigolo gets more than he bargained for when his hot date’s husband enters the picture.
An obscure porn actress comes out of retirement for one lucky fan… and his spellbound secretary.
A discreet desk clerk gets invited to share more than a bottle of wine after a crossdresser’s public debut.
Curl up in bed with this trio of “thirds” for some sheet-scorching action!
This mélange of ménages à trois contains three short stories. The wide variety of sexually explicit content includes cuckolding, female domination, first-time kink, genderbending, voyeurism, same-sex encounters, and a bizarre brand of sissification.
Just Peachy ~ ExcerptJo stepped closer, resting her hand on my arm. She was close to a foot shorter than me, with dark brown eyes a man could get lost in. I wondered how many had. “I didn’t take you for the submissive type. Not from what you said in that chat session.”
“I’m not. Far from it. But I know when I’m outclassed.”
“Class? Maybe on the outside, but I’m the same wicked woman you spent two hours making deliciously dirty promises to. I intend to keep you to them.”
Some of what we’d said online had been pretty wild. “You sure about that?”
“I’m not made of porcelain, Kevin.” Jo’s hands went behind her back, slipping under her long black hair, and I could almost hear the zipper purr. The lady’s limber, I’ll give her that. “You promised to fuck me so hard I wouldn’t walk right for a week.” Her dress slipped down, baring her big, beautiful breasts. “So what are you waiting for?”
I took her in my arms, and her body melted against mine. I palmed her naked back with one hand and her firm, shapely ass with the other, and she wriggled insistently against my growing member. “I hope you packed something less revealing,” I growled.
My mouth turned up in that smile I normally save for dark alleys, door-to-door salesmen, and debt collectors. “Because I plan to leave bruises. You ready for that, little queen?”
Jo’s eyes widened, and her voice was little more than a whisper. “Promises, promises.” She had half of my shirt’s buttons undone before the harsh ring of the room’s phone stopped her. “You’d better be naked by the time I hang up.”
I smiled and got to work. Most of the women I met this way liked to watch me strip, to savor what they’ve paid for, and Jo was no exception. Her voice was all business as she answered the phone, but her eyes were glued to me.
“Hello? Yes… yes… oh, I see.” I always started with the easy things, to whet their appetite. I draped my crimson tie over the back of a chair, then eased the immaculately polished shoes under it.
“No, I haven’t seen him yet, but I think he’s got a meeting in about ten minutes.” My suit jacket covered the tie, and I resumed unbuttoning my shirt. It was a light pink, chosen for its subtle message of confidence, and Jo nodded in approval as I removed it. I wasn’t sure whether she was complimenting my taste or my six-pack, but I intended to find out soon enough.
“Yes, that’s right. Oh, don’t worry about that. No, no problem at all. Take care, now.” The handset clicked into the cradle as I unbuckled my belt, and I paused as Jo skinned out of her dress. As I’d suspected, she wore nothing underneath it. Her hand slipped between her legs as I resumed my show, hanging my pants on the chair as carefully as I had the rest of the suit. One of Jo’s fingers had vanished inside her by the time I looked up, and a second disappeared as I hooked my thumbs into my boxers’ waistband.
“You’re late,” she said with a grin. “Come on, quit teasing me.” Our eyes locked as I dropped the boxers. I caught the underwear on my foot as I sat on the edge of the bed, kicking them into the chair and peeling my socks off. I turned to see Jo kneeling behind me, her delicately painted lips slightly parted. I reached under her silky hair and pulled her face to mine. She tasted like wine and smelled like fresh peaches, and I shifted as my erection answered her invitation.
I broke the kiss and moved to deadbolt the door, but she stopped me before I could take three steps toward it. “No need for that.” She was on her back, legs apart, with dew already glistening between her thighs. “Time to keep your promises.”
“My pleasure.” I looked around, not seeing the de rigeur strip of rubbers. “Where’s the protection?”
“We’re both clean, and I had my tubes tied years ago. Why bother?”
“You want it bareback, huh? A woman after my own heart.”
She laughed. “No, I’m aiming lower.” Jo lifted one leg to run her foot up my thigh, hooking her heel to pull at my waist. I winked and sat at her feet, lowering my face to her hairless nexus.
“What are you doing?”
“I thought that was obvious.” I flattened my tongue and dragged it all the way up her pussy lips. Delicious. I kissed her clit and was about to suck it between my lips when she stopped me again.
“Look, Kevin.” Jo sounded tired and impatient, and I wondered what I’d done wrong. “I’m sure you’re great at that, but I’m here to get laid. Pounded. Nailed. Fucked. You don’t need to get me ready.”
Huh. That’s different. “I don’t mind, if that’s the problem.”
“It isn’t, and I do mind. Quit making me boss you around and just take me, will you?”
“I wasn’t kidding about the bruises, you know.” I knew what she’d said, but…
“You’d better not be!”
Fine. Bitch wants me to let loose, that’s fine. Been a while since I got rough and raw. “Can’t say I didn’t warn you.” I spat in my hand just to be sure, slathering it on my shaft as that hungry smile spread across my face again. I poked my crown inside her and looked up, giving her one last chance to stop me.
“Do it,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around my waist. I slid my hands up her body, stopping at her breasts, and slammed home with one brutal stroke. Jo’s eyes popped with a shocked gasp, and I grunted with the rare satisfaction of turning a play-predator into helpless prey. Her legs tightened, and I answered by squeezing harder. I started with short, fast strokes, hammering away at her cunt as that sweet girl-juice eased the way. Nails raked my back, and my teeth on her shoulder drew a quiet sob from her throat. They wouldn’t be my first scars, but I didn’t think she could say the same.
How do you beg forgiveness when you can’t even face yourself?
Carlos is a mechanic who’s wrestling with a terrible secret.
Rita is a polished administrative assistant who’s desperate to get down and dirty.
When he says the wrong thing in the heat of passion, both of their worlds will turn upside down, and more than their relationship could end up… HOSED.
This erotic encounter is a contemporary short story (7000 words) that contains a variety of sexually explicit content and references, including rough sex, smooth skin, and silky lingerie.
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