Today we have a special treat for you. We have Willsin Rowe here to talk about his new book
Hi Willsin and welcome to my page.
Hi thanks for having me .
Please tell us a little about
Hi! I’m Willsin Rowe, and I’m an Aussie guy who writes erotica and erotic romance. I’m also a busy cover artist and until
recently was a working musician as well. I’m 45, married, have two sons, and as my official bio says,
neither stylish enough nor scruffy enough to be cool!
Tell our readers, what type of books
do you write and how many have you written?
Mostly I write contemporary erotic
romance, although I’m
told my work is often “romantic,
but not capital-R Romance”.
That could be because I’m
male and my sense of romance is different to most women’s. I recently put the finishing
touches on a paranormal erotic romance story as well, though I’m yet to decide if it’s “my”genre
Your new book just came out. Can you
give us a sneak peek and tell us what is it about?
Sure! It’s called “This, I Can Do” and it’s a short erotic romance about a young couple and the
upheaval that comes from having a teething baby. Not really standard erotic
fare, I realise, but I personally believe almost any intense situation between
consenting adults can have an erotic side to it.
Teresa Ross is having the morning
from hell. Still fairly new to motherhood, the changes to her once-slender body
are one thing. But a teething baby she can't calm and the sleepless nights that
go with it have drained her resources.
Even a phone call to her calm-voiced
husband Bradley does nothing. But when he surprises her by coming home from
work, everything suddenly feels right.
The lustful look in his eye lights a
fire inside her that she feared had been doused forever. Far from being
disgusted by the jiggly bits and stretch marks that taunt her in the mirror,
Bradley sees the desirable woman she’s always been –
with a whole lot more depth and character.
When Bradley uses his daddy-magic to
get the baby to sleep, the world is suddenly a beautiful place. But when he
sends Teresa to bed, rest is the last thing on her mind.
To truly connect with her husband
have to put aside her body issues. Under Bradley’s tender touch and fiery eyes, suddenly that seems like the
easiest thing in the world to do.
Do you have any rituals when you
Not exactly. I suppose turning off my
wi-fi is about it! Damn you, Facebooooooook!
Who inspired you to start writing.
It wouldn’t be any one person, I don’t think. Mainly it would be the
writers I read when younger, and the way their words made me feel. For a while
I was convinced I’d
end up writing comedy (and I do, in fact, get good feedback on any comedic
works I write). I suppose I would trace that back through Douglas Adams, to
Monty Python and then back to The Goon Show.
NOW FOR SOME RAPID FIRE QUESTIONS
COFFEE OR TEA
What is this “tea”you speak of? Heehee!
FAVORITE JUNK FOOD
Good ol’fish ’n’chips.
FAVORITE BOOK OF ALL TIME
The Cat in the Hat! (Seriously, that
was the book that broke through my resistance at age 5 and showed me how
amazing reading was).
FAVORITE AUTHOR, besides yourself
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY FOR WRITING
Mid-morning through to mid-afternoon.
TO LISTEN TO WHEN YOU WRITE
Hey, I’m a dude. I need SILENCE! But when my family’s being noisy, I crank up rain sounds
and put on my headphones.
AND NOW MY LAST QUESTION
What would you tell an aspiring
writer? What words of wisdom would you give them?
Learn your craft as best you can and
keep on plugging away. Always remember some will love your work and some will
not. And as an extension of that…even if the haters can’t separate the author from the story, if you want to remain
sane, YOU must do so! DON’T
FEED THE TROLLS!
HERE IS AN EXCERPT FROM THIS I CAN DO
The bed was comfortable and the
morning was warm. With the blinds closed, the room had a twilight feel about
it. The night had been awful, and my handsome husband was tending our beautiful
baby. The house was quiet and the bedroom was toasty. Conditions were perfect
for a long and well-deserved sleep.
So it was sweet torture to realize I
was horny like I couldn’
believe. Damn Bradley and his hand on my hip. Damn his words of praise. And
most of all, damn those beautiful eyes of his, roaming all over me.
My shower interlude had done less
than nothing. It was like killing one ant, only to awaken the entire colony.
The tickling want in my pussy had only one cure, and, after four months of
discomfort, 19 hours of agony, and seven months of parenthood, it was the one
that scared me the most.
My husband’s cock. No matter how much I’d missed the feel of him inside me,
the way he’d
rock his hips against me and pin me to the bed and draw long moans from within
let fear block me. And fear had become a habit. A habit that needed breaking as
soon as possible.
Everything was quiet in the house.
Either Bradley had left with Abbie, or he’
d done the impossible, and actually gotten her to sleep.
I remembered my sister using that
voice. The one you try to project three rooms away without actually making any
He nudged the door open. Abbie was
still in his arms, but with a pacifier in her mouth she was finally, blissfully
asleep. Or maybe it was the warmth and strong pounding of her daddy’s chest. Hell, I’d long ago lost count of the times I’d fallen asleep listening to Brad’
you put her down?
“Aw, I don’t get to hold her like this all that often.”
I drew the covers slowly down and
showed him where my hand was. “Oh. okay. Please yourself. And I’ll just have to do the same.”
Bradley moaned as he once again
studied my naked body. “Oh,
be right back.”