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Guest Post and Giveaway: Erotic or Erotica by Tina Donahue, Author of Hard Lust

Thursday, June 25, 2020

Today, I'm hosting a promo on Tina Donahue's latest release, Hard Lust, as a part of the ongoing VBT. Also accompanying this, there is a guest post penned by the author and an excerpt of the featured book. Hope you enjoy! Note that Hard Lust is free on kindle unlimited!!

Tina Donahue will be awarding a $10 Amazon Gift Card to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
Erotic or Erotica – There is a Difference

Ever since I started writing sexy romances, I’ve heard readers confusing the types of stories I write. It’s okay. At first, I was confused too and used the terms erotic and erotica interchangeably. How wrong I was, which only led to further reader confusion.

Readers, I discovered, like to know exactly what they’re buying when it comes to a book. I can’t blame them. If I liked cowboy romances, but hated scifi and plunked down good money for what I thought was a cowboy romance but it took place on Saturn, I wouldn’t be happy. In this post, I’ll explain the differences between erotic and erotica.

Erotic romance is what I write. That means, it has a strong plot, well-developed characters, and an HEA (happy ever after) or HFN (happy for now). Even if there are two or three heroes to one heroine, everyone is committed to the relationship. There’s no screwing around with other characters just for the hell of it. An easy way to see the difference is to compare what I write to sweet romance (no sex). The basic storylines are the same except for one thing – mine has explicit sex whereas the other does not.

Erotica, on the other hand, isn’t about plot, HEA, or HFN, it’s about the sex. Think Story of O. There is no committed relationship in that story. It’s about the heroine’s sexual journey. We never learn about her past and what brought her to this point in life.

In erotic romance, the sex is the cherry on top of the sundae – it’s not the main part of the story. Character motivation, plot, and emotional build are what make it work. In erotica, it’s the thrill of the sex and all the myriad ways it can be accomplished.

Both are great, but definitely different.

Hard Lust
Tina Donahue
Published: June 15, 2020 by One Handed Reads (Entangled Publication LLC)
Don't ever trust a demon. Unfortunately, Megan has learned that lesson too late. The deal she made to save her sister's life has landed her in hell about seventy years early. And now she has three sexy demons trying to tell her what to do.

Nope. Not going to happen.

These guys have never had to deal with such defiance. Andros figures she's due for some erotic discipline, which he'll happily provide. Racan's pure alpha, his hardcore plans include bondage and submission. Quiet yet intense, Vespar expects endless kink to spice up their carnal play.

Who would have ever expected she'd end up falling for them? Too bad demons can't be trusted...because someone is trying to kill the magic and threatening her stay in this lusty world.

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An Excerpt from Hard Lust:

Even during her worst days, Megan Wynters never believed this would happen.
I am so screwed. Afraid to budge, she stood paralyzed in a garish room decorated in more gold and mirrors than Versailles, a weird symbol she couldn’t decipher painted on blood red walls. Displayed throughout the cavernous space were countless marble statues depicting nude men and women screwing or going down on each other or…Thunderous bass from a death metal tune pounded through the wall to her left, the pornographic paintings there bouncing on each deafening beat.

She curled her upper lip, turned and flinched. A guy who hadn’t been in here a second before, sat in the throne-like chair behind the humongous desk. Early thirties or so, he had hazel eyes, and thick blond hair that fell in soft waves to his shoulders. Those suckers and his chest were beyond broad, his well-toned muscles straining against his black silk shirt. Her stomach fluttered at the astounding picture he created, and then her insides clenched when she recalled where she was. That didn’t keep her from eyeing him further. The sun or a tanning lamp had tinted his complexion gold, while his features… Not only were they masculine, but beautiful enough for an angel. Down here? In fucking Hell? Given his great looks, she had to be anywhere but there. Her pulse ticked up. Hope surged. Someone moaned.
The statue to her right was climaxing. Jeezus. The writhing life-sized figures weren’t stone but people, or demons, or something animate. The pure white woman threw back her head and wailed. The pasty guy kept pumping his cock into her. God, god, god. This definitely wasn’t Heaven. But not quite the other place either, considering the coolish air circulating, causing goose bumps to rise on her arms. Rattled and wary, she faced the guy, and then jumped. Two other men, also early thirties, stood on either side of his desk. Both took her in from her mouth to her boobs and lower. Much lower. Unexpected heat rolled through her, her folds creaming at the guys’ raw male appeal, appreciation for their physical gifts stealing her breath and—
Hold it. She couldn’t be turned on by them. It’s a trick. They’re fucking doing this to me because they’re…

Uncertain what they were, she cringed at the possibilities, but  still couldn’t glance away.
The one to her right was tall and luscious, his skin olive, his longish black hair combed back. He wore a black tee and low-slung jeans, no shoes or socks. If this were Hell, he should have cloven hooves, not large feet and long toes. Maybe this was purgatory? Please, please, please. That part of the underworld, or whatever they called it, might be bearable.

A pendant hung around his neck boasting a dark red symbol—the same as those on the walls—against a black circle. The blond guy sported an onyx ring on his left forefinger displaying an identical design. Which means? Her stomach rolled and wouldn’t stop. She didn’t want an explanation on what the symbol signified. It might kill her dream this wouldn’t turn out too bad. The third guy had a tat on his left pec showing the exact figure. He’d dressed in black leather pants and biker boots, no shirt, his light brown hair worn short, skin bronzed. Her ears buzzed in approval then rang from unease. The blond smiled, producing deep dimples in his cheeks. Her knees weakened at his normal, friendly greeting. The way a mortal guy would show delight at seeing her and that this could lead to something good. Conversation, a few laughs, then other great stuff. If they behaved nicely, she wouldn’t mind. Damn, she hadn’t had fun in forever.
Another statue climaxed.

Holy hell. Snapped back to reality, she remembered her presence here was a colossal blunder she had to straighten out. Her mouth was so dry she struggled to speak. “I don’t know who you guys are, but—”

“Andros.” The blond touched his thumb to his chest then inclined his head to the shirtless guy.

“Vespar.” He gestured to the one without shoes. “Racan.” His smooth baritone caressed and enticed. “And you’re Megan.”

She wasn’t admitting to anything.
About the Author:

Tina’s an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

On a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.

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(Note: I received this promo+guest post+giveaway info from Goddess Fish Promotions. ~Punya)


Goddess Fish Promotions said...

Thanks for hosting!

Bernie Wallace said...

When did you know you wanted to be a writer?

Tina Donahue said...

Thanks for hosting me today! :)

Tina Donahue said...

Hey, Bernie - it wasn't a conscious decision. It was something I always did. I wrote my first book - Dimples the Adventurous Flea - when I was nine. I even illustrated it. :) After I made copies, I sold them to my friends' parents in the neighborhood. My first book tour!

Rita Wray said...

Sounds like a great read.

James Robert said...

I appreciate hearing about your book, thanks and for the giveaway also. Thanks so much!

Punya said...

Hey everyone, thanks for stopping by and commenting. Best of luck to those who entered the giveaway. :) Tina, glad to have hosted your book on my blog. x

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