On Being Contrary by Rhonda Lee

I've always been a little bit contrary and I suspect I'm far from being alone – especially among writers and voracious readers. We live to do things a little bit differently. Perhaps it comes from the stories we all love so much. The most exciting characters, the most real ones, are all 'black sheep', or if not black, at least grey.

Would you have fallen in love with Anne Shirley if she fit in with all the other kids in her class? How about Richard Mayhew? How boring would his story (and thus Neverwhere) have been if he'd simply passed by the young woman bleeding on the street as everyone else was? If he'd gone with the crowd instead of doing what they weren't, that story would have been very short and dull indeed.

Great books are all about being contrary, and I think, so is great writing. Being contrary is what has driven me to write pretty much everything I have ever composed, in one way or another.

Not so long ago when November came around and it was time to begin a NaNoWriMo novel, I decided against writing my usual genre and instead dove headfirst into a concept for an erotic novel. Basically, a bored duchess trapped in a loveless marriage begins to use her subjects as sexual playthings. The resulting novel, The Duchess, is currently available from Eternal Press.

Wanting to know if I could write an erotic short story about a vampire and a mortal without ever saying the word 'vampire' to describe the character, nor turning him into a Dracula-wannabe resulted in "Love Bytes" the ebook I put together and am giving away on my site.

My latest NaNoWriMo novel is entitled "The Ringmaster". It's set at a traveling circus in rural Alberta and is quite kinky, though not as overtly as The Duchess. In writing this novel my contrary nature has reared its head in a whole new way – the novel wasn't intended to be a romance, but it is very much shaping up that way.



I can't wait to see what being contrary will do for me next! I hope you'll come along for the ride. In the meantime, please allow me to leave you with a very short excerpt from my current WIP, "The Ringmaster".

"I'm going to take a shower," he held her eyes meaningfully. "You sure I can't talk you into joining me?"

"No," Tira said, despite the way her clit throbbed at the idea.

"Do I at least get a goodbye kiss?" he teased, his brown eyes glinting mischievously.

Tira knelt on the bed on all fours and then slowly crawled toward him. She knew she was giving him a great view of her large breasts, no doubt he could see them quite clearly through the neckline. When at last she was within reach she leaned forward and brushed her lips softly against his.

He kissed her back, hungrily. Reaching around the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her tresses and pulling her forward to crush her lips beneath his. She sighed, melting against him and opening herself to him. The thrust his tongue into her mouth, stirring up the butterflies in her belly and making her pussy tingle. Then, abruptly, he broke the kiss off, his chest heaving to pull in breath.

"Mmm," he breathed, husky and deep. "You'd better go before I take you right here and not give you a vote."

Fear; what if he's a rapist? coursed through her and Tira backed slowly off the bed and toward the door. Before her feet had touched the ground again she'd dismissed the rapist idea. She didn't know what kind of felon Dimitri was, but she couldn't believe he'd rape anyone. The idea of being held down while he fucked her, though, held vast amounts of appeal.

Rhonda Lee
http://www.midnyte.ca/

Rhonda will give away two copies of 'The Duchess' to random commenters.