Today I’m tickled to welcome the captivating Ayla Ruse to Full Exposure. Ayla’s here to talk about her life, her super-steamy menage release, Five Courses, and to share a particularly saucy joke with us. Welcome, Ayla!
So, Ayla, how long have you been writing romance?
Years. I’ve been writing romance long before I was published. I didn’t know I wanted to be a published romance writer until only the past several years, but I’d say easily since high school. I’ve always been a romantic at heart.
What inspired you to start?
I’ve always loved stories and loved to write. I can remember writing short stories in elementary school. My grandfather was an author, so maybe it’s from him.
In what subgenres of romance do you write?
What’s the hardest thing about writing for you?
Getting the quiet time to write. The family is around me 24/7, so working out times to get everyone away can prove difficult. I’ve tried to go elsewhere to write, but I’m more productive in my own space.
And what do you enjoy the most about the process?
I love that first draft—when the story unfolds before me. It’s exciting and drives me to write more.
What authors inspire you and why?
Although I have favorite go-to authors I love to read, I can’t point to any one that is a specific inspiration. All writes I love to read are my inspiration. I look at style and voice and heck, even grammar, and see what draws me in—or turns me away. When I read a really good book I think, “I want to write my next book like that.” Meaning, I want to write a book the reader will feel good about when they reach The End, and even want more.
~And here are some quickies, just for fun:
Your favorite beverage while writing?
Music or silence as you work?
Absolute. Silence. (meeeee too! ~ Bebe)
Fave animal, real or imaginary?
(Currently) In the End by Linkin Park
In three words, describe your personal style in high school:
All about fashion
And your personal style today:
~ And finally, because I do love a good giggle, have you got a joke – silly, raunchy, or groan-inducing – to share?
A woman was telling her deceased husband goodbye.
She had his ashes in a delicate urn…
“Husband, you know that fancy car you wouldn’t let me have? Well, I have it now.”
She opened the lid of the urn.
“Husband, you know that mansion I wanted that you said I couldn’t have? Well, I have it now.”
She upended his ashes into her palm.
“And Husband, you know that blow job you always wanted but I’d never give…?”
She blew the ashes out of her hand.
“Well, you have it now.”
More about Ayla ~
I’m a stay-at-home, home schooling mom of three who thrives on having too much to do. At least, that’s my excuse. I’ve loved romance and anything ‘romantic’ since before I was a teen-ager, so it’s no wonder, when I wanted to write to be published, that I turned to romance. It took me years, and a best friend who encouraged the heck out of me, before I finally finished and sent off my first story. I haven’t looked back since and devote any scant moment of free time to my writing.
Paying the price for breaking the rules has never been so delicious.
Trent and Mike rule their kitchen like they do their subs—with firm command and guiding strokes. Only they haven’t enjoyed a sub in months, not since Melissa moved in with them. She’s getting over a broken heart and seems so fragile that they don’t want to scare her away.
When the men come home from their club early one night, they catch her breaking just about every rule they have in their kitchen. Now the gloves are off.
Melissa, trembling under their gaze, is given ten seconds to decide her fate—she can walk away and lose any hope of growing her relationship with these men, or she can stay and submit to their creative punishment for her misdeeds…
Mike turned to her fully. “Melissa, I appreciate your understanding of how important our kitchen is to us. I appreciate that you apologised for your error in judgement tonight. But tell me, have you done this before?”
She bit her lip, and curled her hands around the counter’s edge, her knuckles turning white. She wasn’t afraid of being hurt by them, but she was afraid of the unknown. Would they beat her? She didn’t think so. Would they chew her out and tell her to leave? Would they fire her? God, she hoped not.
“Your silence is telling us your answer must be yes,” Trent murmured, and cupped her cheek in the large palm of his hand.
“I believe you’re right,” Mike agreed. “It’s all adding up now. For several weeks I’ve noticed odd little things. A stray bit of crumbs in the corner, a crumpled-up napkin from that frozen pizzeria, shoved in the trash. A lone bottle of cheap beer stowed in the back of the bottom shelf of the fridge. Not to mention having sexy dance parties here, in our kitchen, instead of her flat.”
“So tell me”—Trent took over, crowding her against the counter—“do you defy us in our own place to spite us? Or because you want us?”
The latter truth of his words shot through her body and she knew her face confirmed his suspicion. Before she could make one sound, Trent growled and crushed his mouth over hers, licking at the seam until she opened with a surrendered moan. He darted his tongue in fast and swept over hers, exploring her beyond what any man had ever done.
He placed a hand over one of her fists gripping the counter, and slid his other hand to the back of her head, holding her still for his onslaught. He stepped even closer and she trembled when his erection pressed against her belly. Oh God, this cannot be happening.
She lifted her free hand to his waist, but a stinging slap to the back of her hand made her cry out into Trent’s mouth. Mike’s voice cut through the sexual haze burning through her.
“You don’t move unless we give permission, Melissa.”
Trent finished his soul-stirring kiss with a long lick over her swollen lips. He lifted his head, but he didn’t back away.
“We are going to take you, Melissa,” Trent informed her, his eyes boring into hers. “We will use you, pleasure you, fuck you until you can’t walk, then we’ll do it again.” He stepped back three steps and stood next to Mike, who still held that spatula. Despite his brutal language, she could see the excitement in their faces.
Mike added to Trent’s words. “You have ten seconds to make up your mind. Your choices—you can run up to your flat. We’ll clean up, you promise to never invade our kitchen such as you have tonight, and we’ll forget the entire incident. Tomorrow it’ll be like this never happened.”
“Or,” Trent continued, “if you’re still standing here when Mike reaches ten, you’re ours.
From that moment on, until we tuck your exhausted, passed-out body into bed, you agree to do exactly as we say.”
Buy links for Five Courses:
Totally Bound (https://www.totallybound.com/five-courses)
All Romance eBooks (https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-fivecourses-1355664-147.html)
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