H K Carlton

My First Time: H K Carlton

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August 24  |  Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance, Interview  |   Kay Jaybee

It’s interview time again folks. In the hot seat- revealing her ‘First Time’ – is my lovely friend in erotica H K Carlton. Why not join us for a cuppa and a chat?

First Time

Can you remember writing the first story you actually wanted to write, rather than those you were forced to write at school? What was it about?

The first story I remember writing, funnily enough was probably an erotic story, or at least as risqué as a girl can get at fourteen. It was nothing more than a fantasy about a friend of my brothers. As I recall, it was the first time I used the word cock. How scandalous! It wasn’t a word I was allowed to use. Not that a young lady of that age should be using certain words but I came from a fairly strict and somewhat religious household and certain things were not to be said let alone written.

Unfortunately, I shoved the unfinished story, under my bed and one day while vacuuming, my mum found it. Sex of any kind was not discussed in that house.  Instead of addressing the issue with me, for some unknown reason, my mother turned it over to my holier-than-thou older sister who took great pleasure in handing my pitiful little blue-lined sheets with the dirty words on them, back to me, all crumbled from the run-in with the vacuum hose. I remember she said, “Mom found these,” with a sanctimonious smirk on her face. I was so embarrassed. They’d obviously read it. In tears, I tore it up and I never wrote another story, not even ‘acceptable’ ones, outside of schoolwork, while I still lived under my parent’s roof. Sadly, that was the end of my writing for many years before I found the courage to try again.

On a happier note, I do recall writing a story for grade 8 creative writing class, that did not feel like an assignment at all. I had such a ball writing it. It was one of those times when my pencil couldn’t keep up with my thoughts. It was the first time I’d ever earned an A++. Hell, I believe it was the only time. LOL. I was extremely proud, especially when the teacher’s comments were complimentary and encouraging. Eleven pages of foolscap. Anybody remember that stuff? J It was about a stolen ring. I still remember the title, The Winkwaddle Detective Agency. I’m off to copyright that right now! J

What was your first official publication? Was that erotica?

My first book was entitled Swap, an erotic contemporary romance for Totally Bound, about a woman who had the hots for her hunky brother-in-law. I had two submissions out at that time, to two different publishers. Swap, to TB, and a historical romance with another publisher. Happily, both were accepted within weeks of each other.

I had no idea I’d be an erotica writer- it just came from nowhere! Was writing erotica something you intended to do, or was it a bit of a shock?

It was a total shock for me as well, especially after the bumpy start. I never thought being a published author was in the cards for me, regardless of genre. When I finally found the courage to write again, I did it for me with no intention of doing anything with it. My head was so full, I had to get it down on paper and out of my mind. When I finished, I didn’t feel like it was half bad. So, I did a whole lot of research and started fumbling my way through the process.

I intended to write historical romance because it was the genre I loved reading most, at the time. I’ve penned a few historical romances, but even they push the line of what true historical romance readers want to read. The sex scenes are a bit too explicit even if the language is tamed.

In Lost Time, I was able to combine both my loves—the historical elements along with erotic romance. To this day, it is still one of my favourites.

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What affect did that have on your life?

I’m busier and have had to figure out how to budget my time between work and real life. But I’ve also kept my writing a secret from the majority of my family and that can be tricky at times when deadlines and release dates loom. Of course, my husband and kids know. My three children are extremely supportive and proud of me. I’ve always encouraged them to follow their dreams and they are happy for me that I’ve gone after mine. My closest sister (I have two, this one is not to be confused with the censorial one :p) has always been my champion and confidante. She was one of the first people I told when I began sending out submissions. But I have kept this secret from my mother, out of respect for her beliefs, and from my other siblings. I can only imagine my oldest sister’s smirk now, if she found out about my dirty little secret. LOL. Though perhaps now, the joke’s on her. 😉

Does your first published story reflect your current writing style?

I find this a hard question to answer at the moment. I’ve been going through a bit of a rough patch, writing lately. It’s not writer’s block, the ideas are there, but I feel as though I’m all over the place and second guessing everything. But then again, perhaps that does reflect my writing style. Though when I look back at my first publication Swap, I wonder if that wasn’t a more genuine HK than some of the things I’ve been writing recently.

What are you working on at the moment?

At the moment, I have several things on the go, including a sequel to Lost Time —though I have been working on it for years—It just hasn’t come together to my liking yet. I’d also like to continue Miranda and Jordan’s story, from Next Weekend, about a couple who discover a little something new about one another. One small problem, they are in the midst of divorce proceedings.

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I’m also looking forward to starting edits on an m/m, erotica, gay-for-you story, Adrenaline Lust, that has been contracted to eXtasy Books. Also in the past week or so, I’ve finished final edits for an f/f erotic short story, entitled In the Flesh, which will be included in the Ladies Only anthology for Pride Publishing.

 

 

Author Links

Blog http://pickagenrealready.blogspot.ca

Twitter https://twitter.com/authorhkcarlton

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/authorhk.carlton

Amazon http://viewAuthor.at/HKCarlton

Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6544863.H_K_Carlton

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Buy Links

Lost Time

Totally Bound https://www.totallybound.com/book/lost-time

Amazon  http://getBook.at/LT

Pre-Order Ladies Only Anthology

Pride Publishing  https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/ladies-only

Amazon http://myBook.to/LOantho

Adrenaline Lust – Coming soon Add to your wish list http://www.extasybooks.com/adrenaline-lust/ EXtasy Books

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Thank you so much for such a great- and heartbreakingly honest – interview. I can’t imagine who awful you must have felt to have your earliest work mocked. I take my hat off to you for trying again later.

Also- I want you to write that detective book!!

Happy reading,

Kay x

 

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Guest Post from H K Carlton: Jack and the Jean Stock – A Naughty Fairy Tale

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September 17  |  eBooks, erotic romance  |   Kay Jaybee

I’m delighted to welcome back a great writer to my blog today, it’s the lovely H K Carlton. Not only has she written a great new story, but she is playing fast and loose with one of the world’s favourite fairy tales…M/M style…

Hello Kay. Thank you so much for having me back. I’m really excited to share this new book with readers. It’s something a bit different for me. A Naughty Fair Tale and m/m to boot. I’ve attempted short m/m stories before but never anything of this stature.

I had a lot of fun writing this new and naughty version of Jack.

If you’re familiar with the fairy tale of Jack and the Beanstalk; I tried to stay true to many of the stories’ memorable features—though I don’t want to give too much of my rendition of the story away—I did manage to keep the famed Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, but probably not in the way you’d expect. I also gave the tale a modern update along with my own little twist, that gives Jack and his giant, a whole new connotation. 

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You wouldn’t think there’d be a lot of research involved when twisting up a tale we’ve heard retold since childhood; but I still did my fair share.

Here are some quick Jack Facts included in this retelling:

Normally, an author needs to select a unique name for their characters but since this is a twist up on the old classic, of course Jack was already a given. So I chose to give Jack the surname of Castor after the castor bean. (See what I did there?) LOL (eye rolling, optional)

I also incorporated several names of supporting characters into the story who were either purported to have written, re-written or featured similar stories of Jack and the Beanstalk or Jack and the Giant Killer (my own little nod to the stories and ideas of the authors who’s original work I added to)

Such as, Sergeant Rick Tabart – A hunky cop and ex-lover of Jack’s is partially named after the Benjamin Tabart who is documented to have offered the first print version of Jack and the Beanstalk in 1807

Mr. Jacobs – a close neighbour of Jack’s, is named after Joseph Jacobs, whose version of Jack and the Beanstalk is the one most readers are familiar with. (English Fairy Tales, 1890) Later, Joseph Jacobs also put his own spin on a rendition of Jack and the Giant Killer

I chose Gigandet – pronounced Gid—Jan—Dette – as the surname for our giants. A little play on the word gigantic

In the story there are numerous references to size. Along with mentions of well-known giants or people — real or imagined — who are known for their immense stature. Including some biblical, Viking and mythological

One other interesting fact — Most fairy tales have some form of magic element or paranormal aspect; my version of Jack is completely contemporary and I think, absolutely plausible

I hope readers will enjoy my take on Jack and have a lot of fun picking out the similarities to the original story as well as many other subtle references to famous people or familiar stories. I had such a good time writing his story and can’t wait to share it.

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Naughty Fairy Tales- Bedtime stories for grown ups…

Jack and the Jean Stock

Blurb:

Strapped for cash and drowning in his ailing mother’s medical debt, the one bright spark in Jack Castor’s life is working his dream job for a specialty clothing manufacturer that caters to large men. Although his personal life is all but nonexistent, career-wise, he thrives under the tutelage of his friend and father-like mentor, Cronus Gigandet, a gigantic man with a heart to match. But when Cronus dies suddenly, the company’s future is thrown into uncertainty.

Titan Gigandet, Cronus’ wayward son, a giant of a man in his own right, is furious when he learns his father has included his upstart protégé, Jack, in his will, leaving him equal shares in the family-run factory. Reluctantly, Titan rescinds his own self-imposed exile and returns to a company in turmoil.

The gloves come off, and the major players fight for control. With the shareholder’s agreement about to run out, decisions concerning the business need to be made, and quick. But Jack and Titan clash at every turn. The pair is so at odds, the quarrels rapidly become physical, but fists soon give way to angry, forbidden kisses. Though the blazing new attraction does nothing to quell the antagonism or distrust between them.

While battling to save the company, Jack’s mother takes a turn for the worse. Just when it seems like all hope is lost, Titan unearths a stunning find. 

Could this new discovery be Jack’s ‘golden goose’ or just the beginning of the end to everything Jack holds dear?

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Excerpt: 18+ m/m

The big man lay there, still as death.

“Oh bloody hell!” Jack rushed to his side. Kneeling, he took his pulse. It beat reassuringly.

He was afraid to turn him over just in case he injured him more. And he knew he wouldn’t be able to get him to the house by himself.

Jack pulled out his cell phone and was about to dial 911 when Titan groaned and rolled over onto his back. To Jack’s surprise, he smiled up at him and chuckled. In his half-drunken state, his eyes were half-mast and dreamy. And once again, it hit Jack square in the gut how handsome the man was, even if he was the world’s largest prick.

“Well, come on, Englishman, help me.” He reached up.

After a moment of hesitation, Jack took his giant hand, and after planting his feet, he braced to heave the massive man back up onto his enormous feet.

But as Titan began to sit up, the easy-going expression on his face changed and too late Jack realized he was going down.

Titan might have his size going for him, but Jack knew how to fight. It was one of the good things that had come out of his on-again off-again relationship with Sergeant Tabart. Grappling with Deputy Dimples was one of his favorite workouts.

But with the element of surprise, Titan clipped him on the jaw before he could even get his bearings, rattling his thoughts.

Titan tried to straddle his prone body, taking the dominant position, but his intoxication worked in Jack’s favor.

“You fucking bastard!” Titan roared, about to drop another fist, but Jack took evasive action and craned his neck to the side while twisting his body beneath the behemoth on top of him. Slightly off balance, Titan swayed, his knee leaving solid ground by Jack’s hip. Jack seized the opportunity and bucked the bigger man, not off— he would be so lucky, but it was enough to change the trajectory of his fist. His clenched hand landed with a thud in the grass near Jack’s chin.

“You sneaky fuck, I hate you!”

That pissed him off. Jack punched the inside of Titan’s bent elbow, knocking the joint out. The big man fell forward and Jack tried to dislodge him.

They rolled and somehow Jack ended up on top. “You’ve no right to hate me,” he yelled. “I’ve done nothing to you. ‘Til now!” Looking for a little payback, Jack punched his nice strong chin.

“Umpf!”

The next thing Jack knew, they were rolling around the front yard like a couple of twelve-year-olds fighting over all the marbles.

“You took my fucking life!” Titan landed another stinging blow, this time catching Jack’s cheekbone.

“You’re insane!” Keeping up the tit for tat, Jack nailed Titan’s chiseled cheek.

“That should have been my job. My inheritance. My dad!”

“He was your dad, you freaking moron. That’s something I could never take away from you. He loved you.” Jack got the upper hand and looked down at him. “He was proud of you. Don’t ask me why. You were a lousy son. You’re the one that fucked up by staying away! You can’t blame anyone but yourself for that.” Jack punched him again. “Not even me!”

Titan growled like a rabid animal; his strength surged. Another tumble and Jack was on the bottom again. He braced himself for the onslaught to come. Luckily the ginormous man was half tired out from wrestling. Jack struggled, trying to capture his wrists and control him and the situation before he did him some real harm.

It only seemed to piss him off all the more. His nostrils flared. He gritted his straight white teeth. He continued to snarl obscenities and blame Jack for everything wrong with his life. He lowered his center of gravity as they continued to grapple. Practically face to face now, Jack cringed, afraid Titan might resort to using those sharp looking chompers since he was unable to inflict pain any other way.

He howled and dropped his cheek to Jack’s. Mortified, Jack squirmed, turning his head from side to side in an attempt to get away from the angry man. Their noses hit. Whiskers chaffed.

Out of nowhere, Titan inhaled abruptly, then his full lips grazed Jack’s. By accident of course but it was enough to peak Jack’s interest. What would he do to him if he realized Jack was aroused?

Titan continued to twist his head back and forth, as if using his forehead to hold Jack down. But with every pass he managed to swipe across Jack’s mouth.

One minute they were brawling and the next Titan captured his lips in the angriest adversarial but amazingly stirring kiss he’d ever experienced.

What the hell? He soon realized he wasn’t the only one stimulated.

Between open-mouthed kisses, his tirade turned into murmurs of need. Titan reached out with his tongue and the light taste of whiskey that lingered acted like its own intoxicant, making Jack dizzy and weak.

Angry adrenaline turned to forbidden desire in an instant. Bodies straining to get closer. Even with the vast difference in their height, Titan contorted his frame so he could rub his impressive erection alongside Jack’s.

Jack snaked his arms around him and encircled his athletic ass with greedy hands. Squeezing his firm glutes, he pulled Titan more firmly against him while working his hips.

Panting, Titan raised his dark head. “Let’s go inside.” The new raspiness in his voice sent another jolt straight to Jack’s aching cock.

Titan rolled off him. Then he waited for Jack to gain his feet before reaching out for help. This time, Jack hesitated. Fool me once…

 

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Author Bio:

H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres, including contemporary, paranormal, historical, family saga and erotica.

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I enjoy writing in many different genres. I write where the muse takes me and make no apologies for it. By now, it’s quite safe to say I will never pick just one genre and stick to it. There are just too many possibilities and stories left to tell. Today time-travel, tomorrow sweet historical romance—the next release might be, down and dirty erotica or ménage. I hope you’ll join me for the ride. Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me.

Social Media Links:

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Thank you again for hosting today, Kay. Mmmwah!

Wishing you all a Happily Ever After…

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Many thanks for such a great blog!

Happy reading,

Kay xx

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Guest Post from H K Carlton: When inspiration comes a knockin’…

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January 29  |  eBooks  |   Kay Jaybee

I’m delighted to welcome back to my site today, the brilliant HK Carlton. Check out this excellent blog- and one HOT story taster…

Thank you, Kay, for inviting me back and allowing me to share my latest release.

When inspiration comes a knockin’…

I leave the door wide open to inspiration. It usually walks right in and has a seat next to me and bothers the supreme sh*t out of me until I pay some attention. And the best way to find some peace is to begin writing it down. (usually when it shows up, I’m knee-deep in another manuscript)

The idea for my latest release came in the form of a prompt from a weekly blog hop I frequent.

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It was a sexy black and white photo of a couple, a man and a woman. From the viewer’s vantage point, the only visible body part of the male subject, is his hand and forearm. The woman is visible from just below the neck to mid thigh, dressed in only a man’s dress-shirt, which is open, showing her nakedness. The image was a .gif, so it also had the benefit of movement. The man thrusts his hand rather robustly (but not roughly) between her thighs and penetrates her with his fingers then retreats. The female subject arches to meet him. Fascinated, I watched the provocative image as it reset, over and over again. Naughty voyeur at work, perhaps, but it got my juices flowing; creatively speaking, of course. :p

I wrote the scene that the image inspired for the blog hop and posted it. It was meant to be a one-op snippet. But I soon realised the story didn’t end there. It and the characters pestered me until it developed into my latest release, Next Weekend, an extremely mild, burgeoning D/s relationship. And to make the story line a little more intriguing; our couple, Miranda and Jordan, are in the late stages of divorce proceedings. How’s that for ‘romance’, folks?

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Here’s the blurb:

Miranda and Jordan Lang cordially invite you to their divorce

Jordan is not completely surprised when Miranda suggests they separate. Their marriage had been deteriorating from the moment they took their vows. Although heartbroken things didn’t work out with the woman he expected to spend the rest of his life with, he doesn’t contest her decision.

The only thing holding up the final divorce decree is the sale of their get-away cabin. In a weak moment, Miranda heads there for the weekend knowing full well that Jordie will also be there. Accidentally—on purpose, she seduces him and leaves an open invitation for another naughty weekender.

But the next time they meet, Jordie’s anger over the entire situation has kicked in and he finds himself being rough and commanding with her. And even more surprising, his ex likes it.

Follow Jordie as he finds and embraces his dominant side and Miranda her submissive self. Will it be enough to save their doomed relationship or will the issues that drove them apart remain more than they can overcome?

I won’t turn down inspiration from wherever it might spring. I find some of the best things crop up, just like this one, when you’re not even looking. Thank you again, Kay, for allowing me to showcase, Next Weekend, with you and your readers. Cheers! J Here’s a little snip (with a hint of the aforementioned inspiration)

Excerpt:

With his chin, he nudged the shirt from her shoulder, peppering hot kisses in its wake as it slid down her arm. The uncharacteristic scruff on his jaw scraped her skin, creating a whole new dynamic, as if a new man kissed her. Her knees grew weak. A wet rush dampened her panties.

Abruptly, he released his hold, leaving her frustrated. But she soon realized he only meant to divest her of his shirt completely. It floated to the floor at their feet, forgotten. From behind, he roughly gripped her breasts once more, his fingers biting into her tender flesh.

“Is this what you came for?” He opened his hands, using his palms, rounding her nipples into two hard, aching nubs. The sensation sent shooting pulses of pleasure straight to her pussy.

“You know what I like,” he accused. “And here you are parading around in nothing but my shirt and a pair of scant white panties? You knew fuckin’ well I’d be here.”

All of a sudden, he spun her around to face him. His features were angry but laced with dark desire. An expression she hadn’t seen on his handsome face in a long time. He didn’t wait for a reply or even look at her to gauge her response. He lowered his head and captured a taut nipple in his magic mouth.

Miranda moaned and grasped his dark head, holding him to her.

To her surprise he went down on one knee, then the other, suckling her expertly.

“Admit it,” he demanded, releasing her swollen nipple. “This is what you came here for.” He yanked her damp panties down to her knees. His dark eyes glittered in the firelight as his gaze roved over her bare skin. Her pussy tingled and her clit throbbed in anticipation. She wanted nothing more than to press her cunt against his mouth and demand his tongue. But she no longer had the right to ask anything of him.

Her body thrummed with need. She could barely stand still.

She did know what he liked, though. He liked it when she touched herself. There was never a time when he could just leave her to it; he always had to get in on the action.

With purpose, Miranda smoothed her hands slowly over her lower abdomen, making sure her fingers skimmed over her bare mound.

Jordie clamped his large hands on her hips. “You’re keeping things neat and tidy down here. Getting lots of ‘newly single’ action, are we?” His breath feathered across her tummy.

“No.” She trembled under her own touch and his scrutiny. “I haven’t been with anyone…since you,” she admitted truthfully. The thought of being with another man didn’t appeal to her. Not yet.

For a split second, he stilled, as if the announcement had surprised him. “Then admit it,” he gritted through clenched teeth, his jaw tight. “You came here for this.” He forced his hand between her thighs, plunging one thick finger roughly into her.

She cried out at the sudden but welcome invasion. She clenched her inner muscles in an attempt to entice him to repeat the delicious action. But he pulled away, as she knew he would, torturing her. She gripped her own mound, adding some much needed pressure.

“Say it!” He stared at her hands as she moulded her flesh. She tilted her quivering pussy toward his hot mouth. Inviting, tempting him to deny her.

“I guess…I’d hoped…” she hedged, weakly.

“Say it!” he all but yelled.

“Yes. I came here for this,” she blurted, panting, almost dancing from foot to foot.

To her relief, he replaced his hand between her legs. Running his fingers along her saturated crease, he thrust inside her once again. She bore down on his fist this time, encouraging him to stay.

“Mmm,” he groaned. “Slippery when wet.” It was something he always used to say in the beginning of their relationship. He wiggled his finger, then added another. “There’s nothing better.” He began to prime her, in and out, stretching her, driving her ever higher. His fist made slapping sounds as the evidence of her arousal dripped over his knuckles. He crooked his fingers to the front wall of her pussy and stroked, catching her g-spot. She curled her toes into the carpet, trying to stave off the inevitable.

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H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres including contemporary, historical, paranormal, romantic suspense and erotica.

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Many thanks HK- what a great blog- that sounds like one hot book!!

Happy reading everyone,

Kay x

 

 

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