Gemma and I became friends when I first started on Twitter. She exemplifies so many of the qualities I like about indie authors—supportive, friendly, and helpful. Though we don’t chat often, she pays attention to her friends, knows when they have a book release, and offers her support when she can.
She’s a lovely author who would be an asset to anyone’s social network, and I’m thrilled to finally showcase her.
Please welcome the beautiful, Gemma Parkes.
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Who is Gemma?
Gemma Parkes is a freelance writer from the UK who specializes mainly in Erotic fiction. Her writing covers a variety of sexual genres which include: BDSM, voyeurism, Lesbian love, Ménage, and more. As well as her self published work she has anthology inclusions with: Naughty Nights Press, Cleis Press and Ravenous Romance. Gemma also has work published with Rebel ink Press and Yellow Silk Dreams. Her work can be purchased in eBook format from all major eBook retailers.
For a full list of Gemma’s books, visit her Amazon Author Page
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Mandy knew that it would take more than a short holiday to a quiet seaside town to turn her struggling relationship with long time partner John into one of passion and honesty. But when help and advice was offered from a voyeuristic stranger by dubious means, it opened the floodgates to her inner desires and darkest fantasies.
This story tells of the journey Mandy takes, her realisation about the present and her eventual expectations for the future. This story contains explicit sex and is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18.
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Mandy raised her hips upwards to meet John’s steady thrusts. The heels of her feet dug into the sand causing little turrets, her arms were stretched out behind her and with her head resting on one side she could taste the salt in the air. It was very late, possibly 1am, there was no-one around to disturb them and the only sound other than John’s rhythmic grunting was the constant roll of the waves.
She knew he was about to come by his change of pace. She felt his body tense momentarily just before he released himself inside her with a loud groan. Seconds later he fell forward onto her and Mandy felt the grains of sand sticking to the small stream escaping from between her legs before he rolled sideways from her body in a satiated state.
Mandy allowed her hand to slip slowly down to rest on her pubic bone before trailing a finger carefully along her swollen sex, still eager to be satisfied. Silently and steadily she stroked the hardened nub of her clit until her body shook and quivered its delight at being set free from the deep ache of frustration.
“You should have let me do that.” John said quietly.
“I know.” Mandy replied.
A few moments later they headed back to the small guest house where they were staying for the week feeling grateful that they had been entrusted with a key. Once in bed Mandy lay silently listening to the unfamiliar night noises within the old house, probably caused by the ancient central heating system, and thought about her relationship with John whilst he slept peacefully by her side.
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Inside Gemma’s Mind
Hi Eden, thank you so much for having me over today.
[Eden] Thrilled to have you here, Gemma. Let’s begin with an easy question😉
What is your idea of perfect happiness? An empty beach or a beautiful tree. No-one to stress me out, no-one to make demands, just sitting somewhere remote, breathing in the beauty in the world and thinking lovely thoughts. I suppose it’s kind of sad that my idea of perfect happiness is often, but not always, being alone!
What turns you on creatively? I am a very sensuous person, constantly in touch with my emotions and my body. I think a lot, about love and lust. I am easily turned on, so l would have to say, my own thoughts and desires, my imagination turns me on and makes me write what l am feeling or fantasizing about.
Which words or phrases do you most overuse? I really don’t know! When I’m editing l tend to remove any repeated phrases or words, but maybe l have a tendency to describe things in a similar way. I do say ‘trailed his fingers’ or ‘hard nubs’ a lot! Also people tend to ‘sigh,’ ‘whimper’ and ‘murmur’ quite frequently in my books! It’s hard to come up with new expressions for the art of ‘making love’ so there is always quite a bit of pounding and thrusting!
What quality do you most admire in a man? It would be too easy to say humour. I love a sense of humour, men who make me laugh, but no-one likes a clown or a smart arse. I like men who are in touch with their sensual side. I like emotional men, men who have something to say. I like kindness, positivity and affection. I am very turned on by intelligence. I tend to dislike ‘men’s men’ l prefer men who love women for all the right reasons.
[Eden] We have ‘intelligence’ in common.
What quality do you most admire in a woman? Strength. Many women are strong, l admire independence and intelligence. I don’t think we should try to be like men, we are not men. Women who are comfortable with themselves and exude serenity and warmth are the best kind l think. It’s a beautiful thing to be a woman.
What is your greatest regret? I have a few, though l know that isn’t good. Life is full of mistakes and l know all the clichés about our mistakes making us who we are etc. I always regret taking too long to make important decisions about my life. Wasting so much time on, possibly, the wrong people.
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? I would be more assertive (maybe!)
[Eden] Great assertive answer!
What is your greatest fear? Losing those l love. Also that people l love won’t respect me. I really hate being misunderstood.
Which living person do you most admire? My children are cool, well balanced, loving and intelligent people. My partner is wonderfully supportive and a beautiful person in his own right. Famous people l suppose would include Philippa Gregory and J.K.Rowling but it’s their work l admire as l don’t know them personally. I admire anyone who is successful through hard work and determination and also anyone who has ‘made it’ against all odds.
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? I wanted to be an English teacher. Also wouldn’t it be great to be able to sing really well, or paint? I wouldn’t want fame though. I’d like people to know my name as an author but not my face, l have no desire to be recognized in the street! I can dance, ballroom and Latin, so perhaps if I’d started really young l could be a professional dancer.
If you could choose what to come back as, what would it be? A man. (I’ve already been a woman and I’d like to still be human!) Or a seriously pampered cat!
What do you consider your greatest achievement? Having my children and doing my best to make their lives as happy and safe as l can.
What is the trait you most deplore in others? Disrespect. In all its many forms.
What is your greatest extravagance? Underwear! I just can’t resist pretty, sexy, lacy underwear; it’s like an obsession truly! I see it and l have to buy it.
What is one thing you want to do before you die? Live for ever!
What is your favorite music (genre/artist/album/song)? I was very much into the indie scene, l suppose my favourite band of all time was the Smiths. Morrisey made me laugh with his clever lyrics and Johnny Marr just blew me away with his superb riffs. I also loved Oasis. But there are so many! I love Tchaikovsky too and Michael Buble so what can l say? I don’t like folk music or country and western!
What are some of your favorite curse words? As strange as it may seem given my writing, l never swear, seriously, never. I hate it when people swear. There are so many wonderful words in the English language without resorting to expletives. But hypocrite that l am, l do occasionally swear in my writing, it just seems fitting l suppose. I say crap quite a lot, does that count? I say stupid things like shoot or jeepers!
[Eden] No, Gemma, I don’t think ‘crap’ counts!
What is your motto? Do l have one? Not sure, they’ve probably all been used so many times. Live and let live.
Readers, please say “hi” and leave a comment for this lovely woman.
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