Getting Intimate Blog Tour! Victoria Blisse is an Author You Should Know!

Let's welcome Victoria! Great to see you here at the blog. Just a few questions so we get to know a bit about you.

What t-shirt saying best describes you and why?

I just had a quick look online for this and found the perfect saying for me!

“Smile, it's the second best thing you can do with your lips.”

We all have those embarrassing moments that we want to forget, but which one is really funny is retrospect?

Oh, this has to be the time I was on a walk with my 2 friends Kate and Stewart. We were all about 17, just to put this in perspective and we were walking down a country lane. All the snow had melted off the path but there was still snow in the field. We all had our torches with us (it was evening) and for some unknown reason we decided we wanted to see what our torches would look like in the snow. So we throw them over a fence to see. We do it a couple of times and jokingly we say if anyone askes us what we’re doing we’d just say we’d dropped our torches.

So this big guy came over and gruffly asked us what we were doing. We went silent. Then I piped up.

“We dropped our torches.”

The guy explained we were dropping them on private land and he’d appreciate us taking them elsewhere. Which we did. After about 5 minutes of walking in silence, we all just burst into gales of laughter!

What's the grossest thing you ever ate and liked?

Hmmm, well I do love haggis and black pudding and most people don’t like to think of blood and guts and stomach lining let alone eat it!

Cat, dog, or bird person and why?

I like all three. I’m not one or the other. I think this is because as a kid my Dad had Greyhounds, before that my mum had cats and after the greyhounds we got a budgie. I like them all now!

What's the wackiest place you ever got an idea for a story from?

Erm, that’d probably be an episode of Buffy the vampire slayer or walking down a back alley in Scarborough!


If you could switch lives with anyone for the day, who would it be and why?

Oh, I never know who to pick for these questions. I reckon I’d quite fancy a go at being the Queen for a while. If you’re going to swop places with someone you might as well go for someone impressive!

Other than your own books, which genre do you read the most and why?

Fantasy. I love fantasy books by the likes of Pratchett and Gemmell and Piers Anthony. I love escaping to a completely different world and they are very reminiscent of fairy tales but just for grown ups!

To HEA or not? Which do you prefer and why?

I love a happy ending, I rarely use anything else. In fact I only remember one short story of mine ending sadly. I really tend to feel cheated by a sad ending. I’ve invested so much in the characters I want it all the end well so yes, I always end my stories happily!

Are you a snuggle by the fire and watch the snow or lounge on the beach type of person? Why?


SNOW! Oh yes, I can put on lots of layers, turn up the heating and stay warm in the cold but I cannot escape the heat when it is too hot. So if I have to choose I go for the cold!

How'd you get into writing and which nugget of wisdom do you wish ALL writers knew?

I’ve always loved making up stories from being a tiny little child and as I grew up I enjoyed writing them down especially in secondary school. As I grew up I got less and less inclined to write until I met my darling husband who encouraged me to write some fantasies down and later they developed into full blown erotic romance stories. So it’s all his fault really. ;)

And the bit of wisdom all writers need to know and to remember is just to Keep on writing and writing and writing. It’s the only way to get better, it’s the best way to keep getting published and it’s a great promotional tool!



The sequel to Getting Physical!

John and Terri have been dating for six months now, and John is anxious to commemorate this special anniversary. As much as Terri loves the time she spends with John, she still can't shake her negative self-worth. When a series of misunderstandings drives the two apart, it's up to John to convince the woman he loves that she's the only one with whom he wants to be intimate.

Here's an excerpt:

I could not believe it had been six months or so that I’d been putting myself through the gym torture. Granted, I felt better for it. I was more flexible and filled with energy but I was not seeing my curves fall away in any significant manner. And of course, the curves that were going were the ones I wanted to keep! My bra had gone down a size and my hips seemed to have shrunk, but no amount of concentration seemed to make my podge of a belly disappear.

I persevered though, mostly because of John and partly because of mum. She had bought me the stupid gym pass in the first place and I’ve always been told it’s rude not to accept a present graciously.

It wasn’t so bad. At least the gym held good memories for me and with John around I always had someone to talk to while working my bum off. I could look at him lustfully, too and then take him home to have my wicked way with. Although he was perfectly capable of having his wicked way too, come to think of it. He might have been a virgin when we first met, something I still found unbelievable, but he soon got the hang of things. And oh, he was imaginative. He kept me satisfied but paradoxically that only made me want him more. I wanted to find out all the ways we could orgasm together.

I was lost in lurid fantasy as I pushed the door of the gym open. The usual mix of sweat and antiperspirant products mixed with hot plastic and rubber greeted me as I walked in. That was not what surprised me. What did surprise me was seeing my John talking to the stick insect.

It was a gym. The place was filled with lean, mean, perfectly-formed female bodies but there was one I disliked more than all the others put together. I’d discovered from the simpering of her friends and her personal trainer’s barked instructions that her name was Sam. But in my mind she remained the stick insect. She was as thin as a rail and beautiful with it. She had bright, natural blonde hair and sparkling eyes, and although I beat her hands down in the cleavage department hers were pert and always peeped out the top of whatever sports ensemble she was wearing. Men would literally drool down them when talking to her.

Jealous? Me? Well okay, maybe I was just a little bit. She was everything I wasn’t. She was effortlessly gorgeous and instantly charming. Most of the men in the gym wanted to fuck her and half of the women too, but up until that moment I was sure that my John barely even realised she existed. He loved big women, real women. He adored my curves and he told me that at every possible moment. He begged me never to lose them and I told him I couldn’t if I tried. And boy, was I trying.

But at that moment my world shattered. I couldn’t hear what was being said over the noise of the packed gym but her eyes were full of lust and he was pointedly not looking at her. Why on earth would you not meet the gaze of a person, unless you were trying to hide something or you were feeling guilty about something? I saw exactly what a moment later, when she covered my John’s strong hand with her own thin, little dainty one and squeezed. He looked up at her then and smiled. She walked away.

I was stunned. My John had been captured by the stick insect.

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