Hello. My name is Spencer Dryden ( http://www.fictionbyspencer.com/ ) and I’m delighted to be back. I’m an old, white, straight guy trying to make an impact in the world of erotic romance. My first book, a novella, “Bliss” wasn’t erotic, although it was about sex—a woman’s struggle with sexual shame. And it wasn’t romance, although there was a central love story. I can’t explain how I sat down to write an erotic romance and ended up somewhere else, but it was an interesting process. My new story, also published by Breathless Press, “Love Above See Level” is more representative of my favorite kind of character and plot line.
My main characters are not the hunky guys, billionaires or jet pilots who populate lots of erotic romance stories. I like ordinary guys, tradesmen mostly, who are drawn into extraordinary circumstances that includes falling into the orbit of a sexually assertive woman. These two features make my stories a little different from the pack, which is part of my strategy. I know I’m not going to make it writing the same stuff as everyone else. I’m not that good.
A related strategy is focusing on short works. I kiddingly say that ‘short is the new long’. Maybe the monstrous, “Hunger Games”, is the exception that proves the rule. It’s easier to get published with short works. I have only been writing for two years and I have four works under contract and have placed two stories in anthologies. There used to be a vibrant market for short stories, back in the days of print magazines. All the great writers wrote short stories to break in, earn a little scratch and build a following. I think that pathway is coming back, courtesy of the hand held reading devices and the shortening of the adult attention span. I also think it’s easier to get a reader try a new author if you’re not asking them to invest in a 100,000 word tome.
My latest, “Love Above See Level” is a story about a surfer/beach bum who is smitten by a woman who is six feet-seven inches tall. Can a laid back Peter Pan type strike up a romance with a career driven woman a foot taller than he is?
I hope you’ll take a chance on my story and let me know what you think. Put a comment here, visit my web site or you can reach me through twitter: @SpencerDryden.
A beach bum/surfer is smitten by a six feet seven inches tall. But can his infatuation turn to love above see level?
Clayton Stoner is a blond, bronzed, hard-bodied, beach bum/surfer living the life of a thirty-one-year-old Peter Pan in a tiny oceanside cottage near St. Augustine, Florida. One calm Sunday, he sees a strikingly beautiful woman who is six feet seven inches tall taking paddle surfing lessons at the local surfer’s beach. He is immediately smitten, but unable to get her attention when he encounters her at a nearby convenience store, and again, later that day, as she is running along the beach where he is relaxing.
They finally connect when he is sent to do plumbing repair work at the beach cottage she is renting. She continues to spurn his friendly advances. It looks hopeless for him until fate intervenes. But can a laid-back surfer and a woman driven by career achievement see eye to eye well enough for a long-term relationship?
A light offshore breeze did little to dry the sweat on our brows as we sat on the front porch of my beach cottage, transfixed by the surf. Our suits were still wet from our frustrating day trying to ride waves that wouldn’t form. Nothing dries in North Florida humidity except throats after a day of sun and surf. My buddy Smitty and I were several beers in before I finally broke the ice.
“So, Smitty, what do you do when you find your eyes are at tit level with a beautiful woman?”
“My eyes are always at tit level with women.”
“Asshole, I’m not talking about where your eyes are looking. I’m talking about height. What if your eyes were only as high as a woman’s breasts?”
“Are these breasts sagging down to her belly button?”
I made a cross with my fingers and held it up to him, hoping his flesh would burn. “No, in fact, they were small and pushing straight out. She was very trim.”
“If you had leaned forward, would you have got one nipple in each eye?”
“Stop it. I’m being serious here.”
“So am I. She could put your eye out.”
“That’s my beer you’re drinking,” I said. “You could at least give me some decent advice.”
He rubbed his chin as if it would make him smarter. Smitty only thought with his cock, and I was glad he didn’t whip it out and rub it for insight.
“Dude, they’re all the same height lying down. And a tall one can wrap her legs around you twice. What’s your problem?”
I huffed and shook my head. “Smitty, if they ever cut your head open, nothing but pussy would fall out.”
“Okay, Stoner, I’ve got a half a beer left, and then I got to go. The mullet are running, and I want to come down tonight to do some fishing. Are you with me?”
“No. I’ve got an early job tomorrow.”
“Would you mind if I parked in your driveway then?”
“I promise I’ll be extra quiet if I see a couple of legs hanging out the window.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Dude, if you get that woman into your bedroom, there’s no way she’s gonna fit on your bed without hanging her legs out the window.”
Smitty had a point. My beach cottage was pretty small.
“So where did you meet this beauty?” Smitty asked, catching a belch.
“Well, we haven’t really met yet. I was in line in front of her down at the Circle K earlier today. I turned around, and there I was with my nose in her breasts.”
“So what’s her name, where does she live, and is she available?”