How I Became a Successful Erotica Author (And How You Can Too!)

When I started writing erotic stories five years ago, it was because of a desire to add a little spice to my own marriage and surprise my husband. Our youngest child had just gone off to school and I was working from home. I loved writing, in fact my lifelong dream has been to be an author, and I figured it would be fun to pen some saucy tales for him to enjoy. It was fun – a lot of fun.

It was easier to get started than I thought, I just came up with a situation, well, more of an inkling of an idea to start with, then I got myself into the head (and body!) of the character and the story pretty much wrote itself from there.

My first story was called The Beach and is about a lady who goes on holiday to get over a relationship break up. She’s sunbathing on a tropical beach, all hot and sweaty in the sweltering sun, when she notices a rather sexy man wandering up and down the beach selling coconuts and juices. She dubs him Coconut Man and it’s lust at first sight. She can’t stop thinking about him, which leads to the need to discreetly relieve her own tension right there on the beach. She’s so smitten that the next day she takes a lone bus ride across the island and returns to the beach just so she can see him again. She falls asleep in the sun and wakes up hours later to find the beach deserted and the sun setting. But she’s not completely alone. Yep, you probably guessed it – coconut man has been keeping an eye on her and saved her from certain sunstroke by shielding her with a parasol. You can imagine what happens next. On the beach. In a boat. In coconut man’s cute little beach hut. You get the picture. Now I didn’t say these stories had to be particularly clever, just raunchy. Continue reading

How to Become a Successful Erotica Author

‘Being a successfully published author feels bloody good, I can tell you. Receiving raving emails from fans is a dream come true, and receiving money in the bank that keeps arriving month after month without having to so much as lift a finger feels freaking fantastic, believe me.’ – Roxy Hart

When Roxy started writing erotica, she wrote it for her husband as a private way of adding a little zing to their own sex life. It was only when she decided to share the erotic tales she’d penned on a blog that she discovered the real power and potential of erotica. Little over a year later she absolutely staggered to discover that the stories had received nearly 3 million completely organic post views, with no publicity or advertising at all. Not only that, she’d also received countless positive comments and emails from readers. Women said they were more turned on than they had been for years, couples said that their sex lives were drastically improved, and men were both horny and delighted to have an insight into the sexual experience from a female viewpoint.

Roxy was so encouraged that she decided to write more stories and start selling them. She was thrilled and delighted when they started to sell (as was her husband!). In the last year they’ve regularly received royalties every month and continue to garner amazing feedback from fans.

Now Roxy has decided to share her story and her passion, to help others to follow her steps and achieve the same success.

If you follow the 5 steps in this book you too will become an author of erotica and will start to make a passive income from your writing as well as being able to experience first hand the delight of getting raving praise from your fans. Let Roxy guide you through the process, share the benefits of her experiences with you and help you to avoid the pitfalls she came across along the way.

****Also included as a gift to inspire you are four of Roxy’s best selling erotic stories.****

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Erotic Short Story: The Babysitter

TheBabysitterCoverWebA bored twenty-one year old girl goes on a free holiday with her parents to an idyllic tropical island in the Indian Ocean. She accepts a babysitting job from a wealthy couple in order to earn some money to party. The enchanting pair soon arouse her interests… and maybe much more. Feeling frustrated, she lets her curiosity get the better of her and uncovers a saucy secret about the glamorous older pair. What the inexperienced teen discovers leads to an experience that surprises and delights her.

The burning sun, screaming kids, and loud music were all conspiring against me. My thumping head had zero chance of recovering in these conditions. The pool was positively buzzing. Sweaty bodies displaying far more flesh than my queasy tummy cared to see were jammed together on sun loungers and towels, faithfully worshipping that ball of yellow light. Smaller bodies jumped and splashed in the water, probably pissing in there for all I knew. What was fun about this?

“Lemon in the coke for you Miss?”

And then there was José. Continue reading

Erotic Short Story: The Game

thegamecoverwebAfter ten years of marriage, she’s found a way to reignite her passion and spice up her sex life – by playing The Game. Every Friday night she leaves her identity as mother and wife at home with the babysitter and prowls the night city, bringing her fantasies to life. From a lone guy in a car at a drive in movie, to a motorcyslist in leathers, she follows the pangs of lust and chooses her prey, then seduces them, before returning home to her husband. With her newly piqued instatiable sex drive, he certainly has no complaints. On this particular night, she enters a hotel bar, waiting to see who her lover for the night might be. When a pilot arrives, she knows she’s in for a wild night.

I step out into the cool evening and take a deep breath of crisp autumn air, wrapping my faux fur coat tighter around me. Closing the front door behind me, and with it my children, safely curled up on the sofa watching a film with a big bowl of popcorn and their favourite babysitter, a smile spreads across my face.
I feel myself transitioning from mummy to wild woman, the domesticity of my week blowing away in the gentle breeze. I don’t look back as I walk down the four concrete steps and along the path, my heels click-clacking in time with the swaying of my hips. A black cat slinks across the path, disappearing into the shadows, ready for a night of roaming, prowling, running free. Feeling a sense of kinship with the feline creature so driven by her senses and desires, my smile widens.
Closing the iron gate behind me, I look around for a moment and take in the night, feeling myself coming alive with the magic in the air. A violet twilight renders everything silhouettes, from the row of tall townhouses in our street, to the pavement-planted trees, proudly standing sentinel every few metres along the wide road. It’s silent in these suburbs, and we pay a princely sum for the privilege of being buffered from the bustling noises of the city at night, but right now it’s what I crave. I can hear her calling to me – the city – I can hear the purr and roar of the traffic, the shouts and laughter. I can feel the rush, the anonymity her vibrant cloak offers. It draws me towards her with a longing I can only set free once a week, when I play my game. Continue reading

Erotic Short Story: The Gift

thegiftcoverwebElla is beside herself with excitement. It’s her name day, and she and her husband have made it a custom to take turns in arranging gifts for each other on their special day. Not just any kind of gifts though – sexy gifts that will ignite new levels of passion in the bedroom. After twenty years of marriage and devotion to each other and having two teenage children, they started the tradition as a way of spicing things up between them. After her extravagent gift to Ryan the previous year, Ella is going wild imagining just what her husband may have arranged for her, and spends the day setting the scene with candles and sensual lingerie. When he arrives home with a sexy stranger in tow, her mind starts racing with the possibilities and her heart starts racing with desire…

Leaning forward, I turn off the hot tap and then lie back in the bath, breathing in the delicious scent of vanilla bath essence with a contended sigh as hot water and bubbles caress my skin. I reach for my glass of Prosecco and take a sip, enjoying the cool dry taste and the fizz of the bubbles as they fill my mouth and slide down my throat.
Rain patters against the window and the skylight above me, the autumn sky already darkening at just after 6pm. Inside it’s warm and cozy, soft jazz music drifts from the open door of the adjacent bedroom, the scene well and truly set for whatever may lay ahead. Closing my eyes for a second, my mind wanders to my plans for the evening ahead and my heart leaps with excitement, like a child on the eve of Christmas. Continue reading

Erotic Short Story: The Professor

theprofessorcoverwebThe professor is bored, frustrated, and disappointed by the lacklustre attitude of her students, particularly cocky but fit failing student and rugby star Craig. This super intelligent and hard nosed lady doesn’t suffer fools gladly, as both her aspiring suitors and Craig are about to find out. Will her upcoming blind date finally prove to be The One and inject some much needed excitement into her life? Or maybe she will have to create her own excitement during some private ‘tutoring’ sessions with Craig…

Poor, passable, dreadful, ok-ish, decent, dire, mediocre.
That was the repetitive pattern of my marking. I sighed heavily; annoyed at the sub-standard level of work I was subjected to reading. Mostly C’s, a few D’s and a very rare B. This particular class was getting tiring, there wasn’t a single shining student in this group, and they were meant to be third year undergraduate Physics students for God’s sake. Continue reading

Erotic Short Story: The Spell

thespellcover-webEden is so desperate to win the affection of Dan from work, who she’s been lusting after and fantasising about for months, that she’s willing to try almost anything – even a mystical spell given to her by a mysterious woman in a fancy dress store. Though skeptical, she follows the instructions and mutters the spell. Will it work? Will Dan becomes smitten with her as promised, and make all her fantasies a reality?

I’d like to say that I felt the magic that was brewing that night, that some part of me sensed the inexplicable mystical events that were to follow, the events that would lead me right into the delicious manifestation of my most sensual fantasies. I’d like to say that, but I’d be lying. On the night it all began I felt nothing more out of the ordinary than a desperate sense of hope that Terry’s suggestion had sparked in me. Continue reading