Questions, questions
In my book “House Mother” my main character is conflicted about her passion for Steve, an older man who's voyeuristic kink borders on criminal stalking. He is an expert in surveillance and operates an international security company that serves the rich, the famous and the politically connected. Steve is constantly being called away to crises both foreign and domestic, frustrating our main character Amber who is emotionally and physically in lust for him.
Amber is young enough to be his daughter, and she has never gravitated to older men before, but Steve is ruggedly handsome, mysterious, rich and a giving person, who has taken up a position in her life as her protector. She avoids the word love when it comes to Steve and isn't sure if she has ever been in love. Her attraction to Steve is more a sexual one that an emotional desire for a life mate. He stirs something in her that no man has ever touched and she doesn't know how he does it or why.
Is it her suspicion he is an operative for some covert organization like the CIA, or is it the man himself who is less than forthcoming with any explanation for his always running off just when it looks like their relationship is about to get physical? Is it Steve's type A, man in control, personality or his willingness to always be at her beck and call, even when he is in some far reaches of the world.
She worries that any actual relationship they have would crumble under the weight of a serious commitment. Does Steve even want that from her or does he want her to act like the women he pays to watch while they have sex with other men? If he wants more than a playmate from her what would that relationship look like? Would he still see the girls he rents from her best friend Sheila, the high-priced madam, or would he change and only want to be with her? How much of his voyeuristic kink would she allow in her life to let him satisfy his desires? What was she willing to give Steve and what is he willing to give her? These questions are always on her mind, no matter how much she tries to bury them.
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Blurb:
All Amber Lloyd wanted was a new start. With her abusive ex-husband a thing of the past and a modest divorce settlement in the bank, the future looked hopeful.
But as Amber quickly finds out, a young woman making it alone in a new city is much more expensive than she initially thought, and with no work experience, her options are limited. When an unusual job offer presents itself, Amber is hesitant, but her financial situation leaves her with few other choices.
Amber soon finds herself living the life of luxury as House Mother to five middle-aged men, but what initially seemed to be a straightforward contract turns out to be more complicated than she bargained for as each of the men comes with his own set of sexual problems. Is Amber in over her head or has she found her true calling?
House Mother is a crazy ride into the world of sexual dysfunction told first-person by a woman with compassion and empathy for her clients. Some are more damaged than others, but they all have one thing in common - they all need the unique services provided by the House Mother.
Buy links:
Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/house-mother-amber-lloyd/1131079636?ean=9781910908372
Excerpt from House Mother: The Contract
Steve looked at me and brought me to him and kissed me deeply. I felt fragile in his powerful arms and his kiss was invasive and overwhelming. He scoured my mouth with the roughness of his tongue and sucked the breath out of the depth of my lungs. I was flushed and so out of breath I almost fainted when he released me. I could feel his need pressing against me and I wanted him inside me so bad I tried to tear his clothes off, but he stopped me.
“I have one short stop to make. I won’t be a minute,” he said as he excused himself and left the room. I removed my dress, hung it in the closet and kicked off my shoes. Then I arranged the pillows and set myself in the middle of the king size bed with my legs spread wide and my arms outstretched, waiting for Steve to come back and take me. I had packed condoms in my overnight bag but it never made it to the room. I hoped that’s where Steve had gone. It made sense, given how strict they all were with tests and check-ups, that he wouldn’t want to risk not using protection, but I wished he’d hurry back. As I lay there my mind imagined what it would be like to make love to him. I knew it would be good, and I was so turned on from the thought of him entering my body that there was already a wet spot on the bed. I lay there, legs wide open, my vagina pulsing with anticipation for more than thirty minutes.
My cell phone was ringing. I got out of bed and fished through my purse for the phone and saw Jason’s name on my screen.
“Jason. I can’t talk right now. I’m in New York with Steve. Didn’t he tell you?”
“Steve called me,” Jason said as I sat down on the bed. “He called me from his plane.”
“He what?” I said incredulously.
“He’s on a plane to Europe. Some emergency. He told me to call you and tell you.”
“Steve told you to tell me?”
“Yeah, he said he was sorry, but he had to go. It was an emergency.”
“What emergency?”
“He didn’t say.”
“I don’t believe this. What the hell am I supposed to do now?”
“It’s all arranged. I’ve scheduled a limo to pick you up tomorrow at eleven and I got a first-class ticket for you back to Tampa. It will be waiting for you at the Jet Blue counter at Kennedy.”
“He called you to make the arrangements?”
“Yeah,” Jason said.
“Well thanks, I appreciate it.”
“I’m sorry you didn’t have more time in New York.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
“You okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” I said.
“So, what are you wearing?”
“Really, you really want to go there?”
“I’ll bet you’ll never guess where I am.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m in your apartment.”
“What the hell are you doing in my apartment?” I remembered that all the guys had keys, but I never expected them to go in when I wasn’t home.
“I needed the numbers from Steve’s Rolodex. It’s in your desk.”
“Oh, okay I guess.”
“Guess what I’m doing?”
“I have no idea what you’re doing.”
“What are you wearing?”
“I’m naked in bed with my legs spread wide open waiting for Steve to come back and fuck me. What do you think I’m wearing?” I yelled.
“I’m naked too. And I’m in your bed. I can smell your scent on these silk sheets.”
“Are you touching yourself? Are you playing with yourself on my sheets?”
“I want you to touch yourself. You can make believe I’m Steve if you like and I’m touching you.”
Note to self, wash sheets the minute I get home. “Okay, I’m touching myself,” I said, laying back on the bed in resignation.
Author bio:
Amber Lloyd is my pen name but for me it's much more than that. It's often hard to separate the author Amber Lloyd from the character I write about in my books. My life is so different from Amber's that when I was asked to produce a Bio for my books I was torn between the one I created for my alter ego and my real life. When I compared the two I realized that no one would be the least bit interested in the one over the other so I wrote what you see below. I will let you decide which one you think I chose.
I was born and raised in a small town in upstate New York called Monticello. It's mostly a farm community and if you didn't know the true latitude, you would think you were somewhere in the deep south. The city is a bastion of country western music complete with men in cowboy hats and women wearing jeans and shit kicking boots.
I was a gawky kid who loved climbing trees and riding horses. My parents were not country people. They lived in the city and worked as marketing specialists. My dad groomed me to join them in their business and convinced me to pursue a college course that would introduce me to the world of marketing. They wanted me to stay close by and apply to SUNY at New Paltz but I had a different idea. I chose the only college a good distance away from Hee Haw New York that would accept my less than stellar high school grades and SAT scores.
The College I chose was in Kansas where I met my husband. Ron was a year ahead of me and when he graduated, he convinced me to move to Oklahoma and become his wife. The marriage didn't work out for either of us. Unlike the character in my book, Ron is a good guy, but I don't think I ever loved him. We had very different ideas about life and love and it was more my faults and issues than his that destroyed our relationship.
My move to Florida was not as much an escape as a running home to my parents who had moved from New York to Clearwater. My tom-boy youth took over and I got a job as a deputy Sheriff. I lived with my parents for several years until I could get my own place. I manage to sprinkle some of my law enforcement experience into my books and base some of my characters on people I met or had to deal with on the job. My descriptions of Amber's escape and the rest of the story is my fictional account of what I imagined would have happened if I was her, but alas I am me, and all I get to do is write about her exciting life as the House Mother.
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