A Smutty Christmas - Review of "Not So Tiny Tim"

by Lise Horton

The Smutketeers are the coolest group of erotic romance writers going, and I consider myself uber fortunate that they are, as well as being cool, tremendously prolific. Just in time for Christmas came their reimagined Christmas Carol trilogy, including Not So Tiny Tim by Robin L. Rothman.

Novellas can be tough for an author to craft well-rounded and rich characters, good solid plot and conflicts, as well as sex as hot and steamy as a cup of cocoa on a long winter's night. Especially when you're talking not one pair, but a trio of lovers.

Robin's "Not So Tiny Tim" hits all the marks with its super sexy sex scenes - with a lovely dash of dominance & submission - as well as offering up nicely rounded heroes and heroine, and terrific conflict that really tugs at the heart strings.

I love the premise of long-time friends lusting from afar, and especially in Tim, she's got a great, tormented character whose reasons for resisting the loves of his life struck me especially for a personal reason I won't reveal because it would be a spoiler. Suffice it to say it makes him incredibly human.

That Robin's characters move so easily between scenes of emotion and yearning, to scenes of super hot menage sex, is also a testament to her writing skills.

For anyone who thinks erotic romance is just a bunch of sex scenes strung together, take my advice and buy the novella "Not So Tiny Tim" (Yeah, and I loved the, er, handle.....). It's got it all in a wonderfully rich package of characterization, romance, human longing, AND great sex, and it's tied up with a lovely HEA bow.

Her compatriates' stories (Eden Bradley ("Getting Scrooged") and R. G. Alexander ("Marley In Chains") ), which are interwovan by creating familial connections between Tim, Marley & Scrooge are next on my holiday banquet of hot toddies and spicy goodies, so stay tuned!

Remember When?

Beneath the trees, in the balmy night, it was as if time had stood still. Sure, we were both older, I was certainly a bit – rounder – than at sixteen, and he no longer had the tight body of a teenage track and field star and football BMOC. He had a few strands of silver at his temples that framed his still handsome face and those eyes – with the wicked gleam – hadn’t changed a bit.

“Remember the last time?” His voice was husky in my ear and the shiver was oh, so familiar at the feel of his lips there. He’d been a senior and it had been his graduation night. We’d been a couple on and off and that night we were most certainly ON.

Now hidden beneath the canopy of the pines, he kissed me and my body knew his as if mere days had passed rather than decades. He tasted the same, his kiss was the same. Deep and passionate and hungry and without hesitation he thrust his tongue deep into my mouth and I moaned.

Moments later we were pulling our clothes off and the same intensity of passionate hunger swept through us both. His hands were urgent at my panties. My fingers trembling at his belt. Like the athlete he was, he pulled me to him, gripping my flesh tight and making me feel possessed and owned in his arms.

Flesh against hot flesh, the years fell away and our bodies pressed tight. The feel of that thick cock burning against my groin, the slippery wetness delectable.

“Do you still give great blow jobs?” He asked with a wry grin. He rubbed his cock around and I knew I wasn’t going to pass up another chance, perhaps the last, to taste him again.

I slid to my knees with a grin of my own and he groaned when I put my lips on him, licked, and kissed, and dragged my tongue from his balls to the slippery tip. He threaded his hands through my hair and goddess, but the memory of that touch was enough to make me come then and there.

Those dark, warm, sultry nights. In places like his father’s tool shed, the back seat of his car, and hidden away in the dark at a friend’s pool party where the sound of others in the darkness made being on my knees with his cock deep in my throat, where no doubt the noises we made were overheard by those around us, everyone knowing, so incredibly hot. Truth to tell, my exhibitionistic streak got quite a workout that year.

Now I was swept away by the feel of him in my mouth, his salty thickness slowly thrusting. Twinges as he tightened his grip on my hair, the momentary sensation of suffocation until I remembered to breathe through my nose. The twitching of his cock as I sucked, and hummed, and the pop as he pulled all the way out, pausing to look down and smile.

That smile. The one I had loved so much, all those years ago. The smile that I recalled so fondly even now. Yes, there was that kernel still nestled in my heart. The long ago love had not died. It had been put away in a safe place, where I could always remember him, the joy we found together, the pleasure we shared. Where it would always be safe to love him still, just a little.

I smiled back and finished what I had started, beneath the quiet moonlit sky.

Going Strong! Erotica & Digital

Erotic romance was the first, biggest thing with the current craze in e-books, starting with Ellora's Cave. Color me thrilled that this trend has only grown in strength with the plethora of new digital erotic romance publishers "in town"!

I succumbed to the lure of the e-book reader and bought myself a Nook, from Barnes & Noble, both because I love the store and feel that their "forward thinking" philosophy, vis a vis digital publishing, makes them a super strong player (though still, I gather from the business news, running third behind Amazon with the Kindle and Apple with the iPad and igadgets all over the place not to mention their "apps").

But since much erotic romance, especially of the shorter variety is ONLY available in e-book format, I've been wallowing in it for weeks now. I've sampled all the major publishers and even Harlequin's Spice Briefs line.

There's nothing better than a sexy little "pick me up" first thing in the morning to get my motor, ah, revving!

Let's hear it for sexy stories, the ladies (and dudes) who write them, and the many gadgets that deliver.

The Last Virginal Experience

Welcome to my blog, Hot & Bothered. Wherein I discuss romantica, erotic romance, and erotica with other writers, and chat about the fun that we have in writing the steamy stuff.

I can't tell you how happy I am that the trend has taken this kinky turn. I never could get enough of the good stuff in the romances I was reading and now the pioneers - like Jaid Black and Bertrice Small and Thea Devine are ruling the roost.

And the publishers have learned that women like a good hot story to go with their heroes and heroines. I was going to say "as much as a man", but in fact, we like our sex a little bit more complex. After all, we want action, not just a photograph. We want conflict, complexity, personal growth and names are nice, too.

Not knocking the anonymous school girl photos or those delightful girl on girl whipped cream fests, guys, but the who, how, what, where, when, why? Kind of missing, don't you think?

So here I am. Loving the lusty, naughty, kinky, full-frontal (and rear) action of the erotic romance. Can't choose between two really excellent heroes? Guess what! There's MENAGE A TROIS! Figure that you want your lady to experience something out of this world? Sci-Fi Sex, ladies and germs!

So, here's where I'll contemplate the erotic romance writer's life. The ins and outs (sorry, couldn't resist) of writing this hot, hot, hot romance. The envelopes that can be pushed and the boundaries that can't be crossed.

And how to make sure that the prose doesn't turn purple, that nothing untoward is quivering, or heaving, or throbbing. That the sex doesn't take over the plot and that my characters are real, human, sexy and genuine.

Care to join me? Nothing sexier than a crowd, after all....it's called....

AN ORGY!