When Aleks Voinov invited me to submit something to Riptide, I struggled for several days until the idea of the Romeo Club came to mind. I wanted it to be contemporary and have humorous vibe, and the character of Aaron was born.
I imagined Aaron as the star of the show. He's in the very first scene of Surprises and I believe readers will enjoy Aaron's appearance in every story. As the collection progresses, I think we see that Aaron isn't exactly as he appears.
Each Romeo Club story has a new main character, with Aaron and Blake, the owner of the club, making appearances in varying degrees. At this point, I don't believe any of the characters will carry over into other stories, but I could change my mind as I go forward with them.
I also write them in first person, usually from the main character's point of view, but that isn't a hard and fast rule. For instance, the third installment is from Blake's point of view and necessarily so.
Each story delves into a different sexual fantasy or kink. The client enters the club for their own reason, with their own set of needs and desires. Since Romeo Club is primarily a dating service, only those who catch Aaron's very astute eye are invited to meet Blake and indulge in all the other things the club has to offer.
There will be twelve to fifteen shorts in this collection and I truly look forward to bringing more stories to light. The stories are unapologetic erotica, I make no bones about that. They are a quick read, about six thousand words each – something for lunchtime or bedtime reading. I'll leave you with an excerpt from Romeo Club #1: Surprises.
Not “have intercourse” or “make love,” but “fuck,” written out right on the application. Damn! I hadn’t expected such personal questions, but after a few moments of thought, “No limit” seemed as good an answer as any.
“What is your favorite position?” Oh, the possibilities.
“Bent over a sofa, chair, table?” All of the above, giving or receiving.
“On all fours on a bed or the floor?” Right you are.
“Standing against the wall?” Definitely has merit.
“Do you suck cock regularly, or do you prefer to be sucked? Do you swallow?” I should have seen that one coming.
“Dildo preference—glass or flexible?” I’d never thought about it, but the question gave me ideas.
“Butt plugs?” Damn, did other people use those things? I squirmed, thinking a smaller one might have been in order for this excursion.
A whole section entitled “Probing Your Fantasies.”
“Are you into cowboys, pirates, millionaires, policemen, doctors? Kidnap, rape, ménage? Explain your desires in detail.”
I took the expeditious route and wrote, “Yes to all the above.” Why limit my options?
“Are you willing to put yourself in our hands?”
Now, that was a loaded question. The devil in me wanted to write, “Hell, yeah,” while the commodities trader wrote a more dignified, “Yes.”
Only one section left: “The Usual Stuff,” mercifully mundane after an hour’s worth of divulging everything there was to know about my sex life, real or imagined. Name, address, phone number.
Then, bam, “Do you consider yourself handsome?”
Now, what’s a guy supposed to do with that? It’s one of those damned if you do, damned if you don’t questions. If I said “Fuck yeah,” I’d come off as arrogant. If I said “No,” I’d sound like someone desperate enough to live in his mother’s basement. But then, I was filling out an application for a freaking dating service. Wasn’t that desperate by definition? Oh, hell, just leave it blank.
I checked over the tome to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything, lest a fantasy be left undiscovered. My libido had kicked up several notches this past hour and the black and white photos on the walls did nothing to tame it. Damn, if this was a sample of what Romeo’s offered, I was glad I’d taken the afternoon off.
The adorable blond behind the desk looked up and smiled when I stood. Good Lord Almighty, they didn’t grow guys like that back in Kansas.
Blondie came around the desk, his slim hips working overtime. His body was built to my personal specifications. The fact he’d wrapped it in skin-tight jeans and a royal blue shirt was the cherry on top of the cake. Oh, my unruly cock, be still, boy.
I glanced at the black engraved desk plate: Aaron. He checked over my application with pursed lips and an exaggerated hand to the hip “Have you answered every question? It’s very important that you answer all of them.”
Hmm, what was he, the damn question police? “I believe I did, yes.”
“We’ll just have a peek, shall we?”
He grasped the clipboard with both hands and studied it, save for an occasional smirk or eyebrow waggle in my direction.
“Ooh,” he said with a giggle. Though curious, I was too chicken to ask what part he’d read.
He flipped through the last couple of pages, then settled a hand over the first page. “You have unique tastes,” he said. The sparkle in his eyes was unmistakable. “I believe Blake would be interested in talking to you. If you’ll come this way, I’ll take you to him.”
Brita Addams was born in Upstate New York in a small farm town. However, she's lived in the sultry south for many years. She shares her home with her husband and real life hero, their youngest daughter, a fat cat named Stormee, and Fiona, a puppy who doubles often as her muse.
Her love of history is one of the constants in her life, so historical romance is a nice fit. Brita incorporates archaic English when she writes, or as close as she can come, which reviewers have said adds flavor to her stories.
Her contemporaries allow her to incorporate modern language and pop culture to her stories, as well as throw in a bit of humor.
You can view her entire backlist at www.britaaddams.com
You can purchase Romeo Club #1: Surprises at Riptide Publishing by clicking the book cover.
The second installment, Rubbed the Right Way is available for pre-order: http://www.riptidepublishing.com/titles/rubbed-right-way-romeo-club-2
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