Guest Blog with Margie Church & K.B. Cutter!

Today I'd like to welcome the wonderful Margie Church and her writing partner, KB Cutter to A Little Bit of Naughty.  I've known Margie for a few years and when I got the chance to grab a slot to host her for her Love's Storm Virtual Book Tour, I nabbed it up.   So please give Ms. Church and Mr. Cutter a warm welcome!  

                                                                      

I've been invited here today to discuss what its like to work with another writer. Frankly, I didn't want to disappoint folks, but I don't really know what it's like. My co-author, Margie Church, told me how and what how to write. 

Okay, that's not true. Well, mostly . . .

There will be times in the partnership where one person will take on a dominant persona. I do as well, but it's usually at the Velvet Anvil, 1:00 a.m. show. Two drink minimum. Ball gags optional. 

And my stage name is Lola, but, that's not relevant at the moment. What I'm trying to say, in my own unique way, is while you both strive for equality, it may fall on one author to . . . well . . . crack the whip.

I'll touch more on this topic later on, hopefully, not inappropriately.

If you plan to work with another author constructing a story, you must have a good relationship at the onset. Margie and I are friends, dang close buds, so the creative process went smoothly. If there is a hint of acrimony or jealously, or any other unproductive emotion, you're doomed from the start.

Once you embark on the collaboration, our first rule is: THE STORY COMES FIRST. 

Both of you, second. –wink- -wink- -nudge- -nudge-

Margie and I agreed at the beginning that authorial egos would be checked at the door. The book is the center of the universe, everything else is ancillary. A large portion of the Razor Trilogy contains my authorial 'tone.' Margie did not throw a hissy fit. In fact, as the lead editor, it was her job to choose some of those things. Conversely, when she wrote detailed, complex, and at times, erotic, pivotal scenes, I didn't blow a gasket either. Why? It benefited the story. Period.

Its, CCR, folks. No, not Creedence Clearwater Revival (if you don't know who CCR is, seek Google, it's your friend).

Communication: You must have a free exchange of ideas. Margie and I communicated through texts, emails and phone conversations, all the plotting, spit balling, and seriously hunkering down over the keyboard. If you aren't willing to listen to your co-author's thoughts, not matter how divergent from your own, it's time to pack your bags and get out of Dodge. 

Compromise: Yes, most dreaded of the C words . . . hmm . . . maybe not, however, one of the most difficult to adhere to. I have a tendency to write formally. Margie explained to me that I would have to 'contemporize' my writing style for the Razor Trilogy, since it takes place in the 21st century. I had to ditch my love of hundred-dollar words, shouldn't be afraid of contractions, and be ready to slay those pesky adverbs. She, on the other hand, had to write-up. Her conversant, but bare-bones style, needed to match mine more closely.

Margie has a keen eye for editing, sentence structure and flow. There were times I had to go back, move words around, and chop the convoluted phrases.

Even if I thought they were prosaic masterpieces, if it didn't fit the tone of the story . . . SLICE!

Respect: Aretha said it, spelled it, sang it. A must in ANY collaboration. If you think of your partner possesses diminished intellect or creativity, then, by all means, go write this bestseller on your own.

Coincidentally, Razor contains D/s relationship elements, Margie and I engaged in one as well. No, she didn't shave my nether regions with a straight blade (privately, she did confess this was number ONE on her bucket list) but she took point. Margie is talented, focused, disciplined and a wealth of information. 

What did I bring to the table? Donuts. Bavarian cream. Man, they are soo good. 

I digress. 

By nature, I'm easygoing, laid back, and flexible. (Actually, that last one is a pretty neat talent to have in the bedroom.) That doesn't mean I didn't contribute equally. It just meant that when the Type-A personality was fully engaged, I didn't get rattled. 

Our personal traits are a good fit (resisting innuendo), and our talents complimented each other. We laughed a lot. We even got embarrassed while working together on writing the love scenes. We had a couple of fights, but she started it. I'll go to my grave swearing that is true. We won't mention the part where I threw gas on the fire. Oh well. Be prepared. 

I cannot imagine writing this story with anyone else. I learned quite a bit from working with Margie, and coupled with the Church Lady's tutelage, my work on the Razor Trilogy, is some of the best writing I have completed to date. 

The Razor Trilogy is very erotic. The subject matter – polyamory — is titillating. It's not a ménage for a night. It's love and enduring commitment. We call it a romance trilogy for 21st century readers.

Here's a taste of the second book in the trilogy: Love's Storm.

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Razor: Love's Storm by Margie Church and K.B. Cutter

Their delicious, naughty secret is out, and it's open season on Amy and Bryce's decision to add a third person to their marriage.

All the talking in the world can't convince critics that Amy and Bryce's marriage is rock-solid, and there are no secrets between them. Others meddle to undermine Bryce's business and marriage. Even Raine's Master thinks she's making a huge mistake. 

With no allies, and scorn coming from every direction, love and determination must lead Amy, Bryce, and Raine through love's storm.

Their journey began in Razor: Desire's Edge and continues after Love's Storm in Love's Reflection.

ADULT EXCERPT:

Raine reached for a mug in a cupboard. The hem of her long T-shirt rose with the motion, exposing one, prefect ass cheek.

Bryce stood at the kitchen doorway, arms folded across his bare chest. "Remind me to put everything on the highest shelf."

She turned with the mug held between her breasts, and peered at him with an arched eyebrow. "I'm surprised you're awake. I didn't think you'd have the stamina to get out of bed."

Bryce snorted. "The lady forgets one of my talents is endurance."

Raine placed her mug on the granite island. Her tongue flicked over her upper lip as her gaze lowered to his crotch.

"Bit cocky, aren't we?"

The throaty, sensual tone of her voice aroused him. Her regal poise commanded his full attention, as did her lithe body. Full breasts strained against cotton fabric. The hem of her shirt barely concealed her exquisite, trimmed mound and rounded ass.

Bryce clenched his jaw. The time for playful banter ended. He closed the distance between them in long, determined strides. He slid his hands slid under the shirt, cupping her breasts.

Raine looked up at him, eyes shimmering.

Did he detect a lustful spark flaring in those liquid onyx depths?

With a fingernail, she traced his jaw line. "Are you hungry, Mr. Gage?"

Bryce leaned in, nuzzling her nape. "Famished."

"Your beard is scratching me."

He pulled his head back, offering a rueful smile. "Sorry for the abrasions."

Raine snaked an arm around his waist. She scraped his lower back with her fingernails hard enough to get his attention. "My submissive is forgetful. I'm not a delicate flower petal, easily bruised."

Her fingers trailed up his spine, then slid into his hair, and caressed his scalp. Arching her back, she applied gentle pressure to the back of his head, guiding it forward. With her free hand, Raine pulled up the hem of her T-shirt, exposing a breast.

"I want you."

Bryce emitted a low growl, his unshaven face grazing her areola as he hungrily suckled the nipple.

"Uh, you two, get a room. Oh wait, you have one."

At the sound of Amy's voice, Bryce jolted upright, as though a bolt of electrical energy lashed his backside. He offered his wife a weak smile.

My God, why do I feel like a teenager busted by my parents for making out in the living room?

Raine pulled down her shirt, and gracefully smoothed the material over her hips. She opened the cupboard, and took out another coffee mug. She glanced over her shoulder. "Hey, girlfriend. Coffee? Freshly brewed."

Amy leaned against the archway, stifling a yawn. "Good morning. Yes, please."

Amy walked into the kitchen, and sat at the table.

Bryce watched her gaze follow Raine's fluid movements. Her nipples poked the flannel nightshirt she wore. Her sleep-tangled, blond locks spilled to her shoulders. Hooded eyes and bedroom husky voice gave the appearance she'd just left her spent lover in tousled sheets.

If I play my cards right—

"Bryce, be a dear and pour Amy some coffee."

Raine's soft, yet authoritative voice dispelled the erotic fantasy unreeling in his mind. "Sure."

He busied himself with pouring milk into the coffee, and then stirred in a teaspoon of sugar.

Raine walked to Amy, leaned over, and gave her a quick a kiss on the cheek. "You feel okay? You seem worn out."

Amy sighed. "I'm exhausted. Got in late last night from my business trip to Connecticut. The new client made me jump through a ton of hoops. I think the woman is part vampire. She nearly sucked the life out of me. To top it off, there was a bus accident on I-95 that snarled traffic for miles. I'm glad you kept Bryce company last night. Sorry for my snarky remark earlier. I didn't mean to come off cranky. If my husband gets his tight ass in gear, the coffee might perk me up."

Bryce grimaced. "Yeah, right, sorry." He brought the mug to her. Bending down, he kissed her fully on the lips. The mixture of scents—Raine's, Amy's, and his own—made him moan.

Amy glanced at him, her lips curling in a knowing smirk.

Raine sipped her mug, the steam wreathing her dark features. "I'm going to skip breakfast this morning, and go take a shower before I head out to my condo. I have so much work to do, and I need to make sure my plants are more than withered stalks."

She walked over to Amy, and stroked her arm. "You kids have a good morning. I'll catch up with both of you later." Raine flashed Bryce a mischievous grin.

Amy smiled while squeezing Raine's hand. "Bye. Thanks for the coffee. I'll catch up with you later."

Meet the authors:

Margie's website: Romance with SASS

Margie's blog: http://authormargiechurch.wordpress.com/

K.B. Cutter's Website: www.kbcutter.com

Thank you gift! During the blog tour, we're giving away an autographed copy of Desire's Edge and Love's Storm to two lucky visitors. Reach out and talk to us. You could win one of these fabulous romances.