Isabelle Drake

Pink Lace excerpt: Kelly’s blood turned warm and that jumpiness started to pool in her center. Not from fear, but from that internal heat starting to gather in her core and pulse downward, settling deep inside her. He can’t be serious. “Have you met my husband, Edward?” she asked. The man’s brown eyes were steady. “No, I haven’t. But he’s watching us now.” Kelly’s gaze hopped from one security camera to the next. The green lights on top of each glowed softly. “That’s why the cameras were installed. So he could watch.” Her heart started to thump and she a lump formed in her throat. “I don’t believe you,” she said, finally finding her voice. The man folded his arms across his chest. “Send him a text.” Kelly pulled her cell from her pocket. A text from Edward, sent two minutes ago, displayed on the screen. I love you. She wrote back. Can you see me? Him? The reply was quick. Yes. She stared at the screen, trying to think of what else...

How does a romance writer go about creating a "cheating" storyline that is both romantic and erotic? Most mainstream romance readers shy away from "cheating" stories. This is with good reason; the idea of a married person having sex with someone other than their spouse goes against much of what we think of as romantic and committed and honest. Another thing about romance readers, they're always on the lookout for something fresh and intriguing. Its the second point that promoted me to dip my pink-painted writer toes into the cuckold pond. I've done a couple posts on this unique lifestyle . Cuckolding: What you may not know and Cuckolding: the femdom lifestyle . My desire in writing these stories was to embrace elements of the unusual practice while focusing on the romance. I wanted to assure the reader that the husband and wife are fully committed to one and other in all the ways that matter. It's been an exciting challenge, creating these t...

I’m not so great at reading my own writing aloud. Sure, I’ve done it. For small groups, large groups, for college credit, and a while back, for fun. For fun? Well, sort of. Partly for fun, partly out of curiosity and well, yeah, I also did it for promotion. Promotion! Marketing! These are topics writers are encouraged to think about all the time.  Where are you going to do to promote your new release? How're you doing to promote your backlist? What about your work-in-progress makes it marketable? How are you reaching new readers? You get the idea. We’re encouraged to try new marketing strategies--all the time. We should be innovative and exciting. Relevant. We must keep up with our blogs, twitter accounts, and Pinterest boards. On the side, we’re also writing books. That’s a lot of pressure. No, not the writing. That’s not pressure. That’s fun. We’re writers, so creating stories and torturing characters, that’s what we do. It’s that marketing and promotion stuff th...

Slick. Sweet. Pain. The roughness of his own howl. Images of the night before, bright then dark, blinked like the busted out liquor store neon along the swamp highway. Yes. No. Yes. No. Cade never did maybe. Maybe was a wicked bitch, a waste of time. Weeks. Fuck, years. He pulled a slow, deep breath in through his nose then coughed against a sour stench that seeped into his brain like red tide. His shoulders shook. The flashes in his mind returned, beckoned, promised, and called to that one thing—the answer to what the hell happened. Did he get what was promised. There was no deliverance, just more pain. He gave up on the possibility of remembering and put all his effort into breathing through his mouth. The impact of the stench faded to a manageable level. The coughing slowed then stopped but the damage was done. The neon in his skull had exploded, causing sending shards of agony into his brain. He squinted and tried to put his forearm over his eyelids, but somethin...