Thanks for having me to visit today to tell you about my book Fancy Free. My name is Shelley Munro and I write contemporary and paranormal romance for Samhain Publishing and Ellora’s Cave.
There’s a bit of a story behind Fancy Free. My husband and I were flying home from San Francisco aboard an Air New Zealand flight. I was browsing the in-flight magazine and an article about new products caught my attention. One of the items was a vibrating condom. Immediately my mind seized on the idea and the possibilities.
“Oh, look at this,” I said to my husband in a loud voice. “Let’s buy one. What a great idea for a story,” I added.
My husband shushed me when I attempted further discussion because people were looking, so I went into daydream mode, and by the time we landed in Auckland, I had a plot mapped out about a heroine who inherits a condom factory.
One of the ultimate fish-out-of-water stories for me is Alice in Wonderland, and it’s no coincidence the heroine in Fancy Free is also called Alice. Both Alice characters struggle to find their feet under extraordinary conditions. My Alice is thrust into the condom making business (oops, no puns intended) and has no idea what she’s doing. It’s a scramble to gain her feet, and her inappropriate attraction to James, the manager of Fancy Free isn’t helping. When someone is out to damage Fancy Free and send them into bankruptcy, Alice must decide whether to embrace her new position or to leave and resume her safe, normal life.
Here’s a quick excerpt:Available from Ellora’s Cave.
Alice nodded vigorously and reached for a glass of water. The tremor of her right hand brought a self-conscious frown. “I’m fine. Please continue.” What on earth was she doing here? She pushed a lock of hair off her face and wished she could fan the fiery heat from her face. And she still didn’t understand why her godmother had left her the condom company at all. When she’d attempted to ask her parents, they’d brushed her off with excuses about church and religion. Even the lawyer Mr. Bellbooth had said he wasn’t sure of her aunt’s reasons, but did it really matter? An unladylike snort emerged.
“Is something wrong?” James asked in a husky voice.
“I’m fine. No problem.” She barely halted the telltale shiver of bliss at the sound of his voice. As one, everyone turned to stare at her and that heightened her awareness of the wretched man. This was ridiculous. How could an almost virgin run a condom company? She had no experience to draw on. She could hardly count her one time at university as experience. The heat in her cheeks intensified even farther when she sneaked a look at the photo on top of the folder. Half expecting a voice to shout, “Off with her head,” she swallowed and wondered if they’d notice if she ran from the room. Oh dear. Her gaze wandered to the photo again without waiting for her brain to give permission.
The condom was a delicate violet color and had tiny raised dots all over the surface. It looked like an alien creature with chicken pox. There were certainly alien appendages attached. Hard to say what that round bit did. Dragging her gaze from the photo, she turned her attention to James’ run down of the product and the current state of play. Tests. Trials. Okay. She supposed that made sense. They had to know if they worked properly.
But how did they conduct the tests?
Her mind went into overdrive as she visualized a typical condom trial. A man and woman naked on a huge bed while a man dressed in a white coat stood with a clipboard, snapping out pertinent questions and ticking off the questions in his survey. How did the latex feel? Did it fit to the penis correctly? Was it too thick? Too thin? Was it big enough to catch semen? Did it stand up to vigorous thrusts? Is there significant loss of sensation?
A tight band constricted Alice’s chest, affecting her breathing. Her bra felt way too tight. She furtively tugged at the underwire of her bra while a wave of heat engulfed her body. She squirmed about on her chair, warmth growing in her nether regions because of her sexual thoughts. Alice bit into her bottom lip. Questions. She had them, but nerves and uncertainty made her hesitate. A sharp inhalation did nothing to steady her. This was stupid. She had a vested interest in this condom company and had every right to ask questions. “Um, how do you conduct trials?”
Shelley Munro lives in New Zealand and writes contemporary and paranormal romance for Samhain Publishing and Ellora’s Cave. You can visit Shelley at ~website~
I'll give away a download from my Ellora's Cave or Cerridwen Press - the winner can choose which title they'd prefer. (ends 3/29/2010)
Do you enjoy fish-out-of-water stories? Imagine yourself in one of the Alice’s shoes: How do you think you’d manage if you found you’d inherited a condom factory or had fallen down a rabbit hole? BTW, has anyone seen the new 3D version of Alice in Wonderland yet?