Guest Blog: Harry Blue
Just because I’m in my mid 60s doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten about sex
Indeed, the older you get, in my case, the more I think about the enjoyment of it, the fulfilment, the excitement, the satisfaction. So that means that I can re-live what I used to be able to do, with the reader benefiting from my experience.
That’s why when I sat down to write Hot Vegas, I wanted it to be a suspense book with sex, as well as a sex book with suspense. They go hand in hand in Hot Vegas, just like laughter belongs in a successful sit-com. The humour is in the situation, the sex in Hot Vegas is a result of the characters. They have to belong together, otherwise the reader won’t enjoy the narrative.
It’s great for me, in a way, because I have experienced a lot in my life, either first hand or by knowing that they occur, so a lot of these experiences are shared in Hot Vegas. No, I have never won the lottery (yet) but I can imagine what it would be like to win a large sum. But yes, I have been to Vegas, and I have stayed in top hotels around the world, experiencing the high standards expected when you spend large sums of money on luxury. No, I’m not going to tell you if the wife and I have ever fucked in a huge private swimming pool, with her giving me oral sex while I kept myself afloat, neither am I going to tell you if she went knickerless so was prepared to lift her dress when it was just the two of us in a lift, going to the penthouse suite, with me erect as usual, slipping effortlessly into her ever willing love box but insufficient time before the doors opened for me to come. Which I did in the apartment. But I am not going to tell you about us doing any of that. You will have to imagine the two main characters, Prudence and Jeff, fucking in these ways.
As well as many others.
They also have problems with the Mafia during their holiday of a lifetime, because Jeff is mistaken for the drug running courier with an Australian rock band. The FBI are on hand to ensure that all’s well that ends well, but in the meantime there’s quite a few deaths, Jeff is captured and held over the Grand Canyon while the goodies and baddies work out whose side he’s on, so by the time that they’ve recovered, they are ready for some relaxation. There’s a blackjack tournament that they have entered, big money jackpot, which they can afford because while in Vegas they have also been winning on the tables. They both love to play blackjack, so it’s only natural that they should continue with their playing. Do they win the jackpot? You will have to read Hot Vegas to find out.
I am writing a series of ‘Hot’ books, and the next one is called Hot Hits. This is about a contract hit woman who likes to get her revenge. But it starts with Roger, a 21 year old hunk who’s looking after his parent’s small hotel while they are away on holiday. Roger isn’t wearing much, as he is making beds and preparing the rooms for the next occupants. He’s all hot and sweaty as he makes the worst hotelier mistake – walks into a bedroom without knocking. Coming out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel is a sex hungry cougar, who doesn’t want to waste the opportunity of fucking a very willing big prick with stamina. When she’s finished with Roger, he is well fucked.
He meets up with Sue, who plays the trumpet in a local seaside silver band. Her lips have had many years practising with her instrument, so Roger’s instrument gains the benefit. Her band has been taken over by people smuggling crooks, who are also involved with Club Sadist, where people are strung up on stage to be tortured for the entertainment of the audience. Then killed. Roger is the last victim of Club Sadist. Who saves him? There’s a twist in the tale.
The next book is Hot MILF. I am writing that one now, so it should be ready soon.
‘Soft Lips’ Prudence checks her lottery ticket in bed, and the noise she makes takes Jeff ‘Sex Machine’s attention away from the soccer results. Fulham have drawn again. They celebrate by making love, and then it’s off to Las Vegas first class for the holiday of a lifetime. Luxury all the way. But Jeff is mistaken for an Australian mobster, as they make love in a hotel lift, and a private box in a theatre, and their own intimate pool, and….Pop stars, the Mafia, and the FBI are all involved as we tour the gambling capital of the world, culminating in the biggest black jack gambling tournament to be held off the famous Strip.
I write under the name Harry Blue, because that’s what I write – Blue.
It’s all romantic, full blown, one on one sex, with a good story to go with the erotica. A hero, a heroine, danger, suspense, everything’s in my books, all starting with the word Hot.
The reality is that I am a happily married man in my mid 60s, one daughter, three grand daughters, living on the south coast, dealing in antiques and a sight-seeing guide when I am not writing erotic novels.
I have been writing for thirty years, mainly comedy, so you can find out a lot more about me on www.harrythewriter.com