Today's guest is erotica writer Livia Ellis with her novel Memoirs of a Gigolo Volume Two


Hi Livia thank you for coming along to the blog today
Tell us something about yourself.

Were I to write a personal ad about myself it would read as follows:
Blond. Blue. 5’6”. A lady never discloses her weight, but I’ve never had any complaints. I only run if
I’m being chased by a gun wielding maniac, but I do love yoga. Bit of a shoe hound. Have had issues
passing up handbags. Trying to learn to play the Irish harp. Enjoy both theater and concerts. Love to
read fantasy and science fiction. Am not ashamed to admit I adore Star Trek. Have a picture of myself
(dressed as a nun) and the late Patrick Swayze (dressed as a medieval warrior) in a frame (Yes – I did
cry when he died). Perpetual student with advanced degrees that are mostly useless when seeking job
opportunities outside academia. Vivid imagination. Sexually adventurous only on paper. I never know
what to say when people end a conversation with ‘god bless’. Occasionally play the lottery – but
generally only when I’m feeling really poor. Love to travel. Fluent French speaker. Seeks readers
whom enjoy what I write.

So what sparked the idea for this novel Livia?

I was on a flight and ended up stuck on the tarmac. As one does, I got to talking to the man sitting next to me. He was impossibly beautiful. Blond, but spoke with a Spanish accent. I guessed correctly that he was Argentinian, which kicked off a conversation. After a ten hour flight followed by two hours of sitting motionless, I learned that he was an escort. I thought about him for a long time. Then one day I was stuck in an airport (these ideas always come to me in airports or airplanes for some reason) and as I looked through the magazines and read about scandals and downfalls, Oliver appeared to me. I had my story.




Livia has brought along information about her literary erotica novel Memoirs of a Gigolo Volume Two


Oliver Adair enjoys a life of women (sometimes men), travel, and sex. Unfortunately these things cost money – something he doesn’t have a lot of. After a personal scandal lands him on the cover of just about every newsstand tabloid and celebrity magazine the proverbial party of his life comes to an end.
He’s lost most of his money, his family has pretty well disowned him, and the woman he loves has returned to her husband. He’s come to the conclusion that the most expeditious way to get his life back is to find a wealthy wife. To this end, he engages the service of a matchmaker. While she’s searching for a wife for him, he’s working for her as an escort. When he’s offered an opportunity to get paid for doing what he loves, he happily signs on to become a male escort. Oliver quickly discovers that in this world of high priced sex, not only is being a mans man still desirable, but expected. By embracing his masculine sexuality, he makes a name for himself in the world of escorts.

Excerpt

She kisses me on the mouth. Her hand rests on my cheek. I was awfully
sweet earlier. Pity The Matchmaker was in the room. We don't have to
go to a movie. We could just watch something together later on. No one
else will be in the house. She kisses me again.
Every bit of me responds. I'm starting to amaze even myself. I had no
idea I had so much going power. I am a machine. I can see the slippery
slope I'm about to slide down as I approach it. I'm certain that Olga may
have some amount of fondness for me, but I think her grabbing my
towel and ripping it off of me has more to do with the other women in
the house than it does her overwhelming desire for me. Here's the
problem. I'm a healthy 28 year old man with an exceptionally vibrant
libido. A woman as pretty as Olga not only offering to blow me, but just
dropping to her knees and doing it... Only a crazy man would find a
reason to object to her drawing my cock deep into her throat and using
that swirling tongue like a whip.
I lean against the vanity and grab on to the edge as she services me. The
logical part of my brain knows that she might as well lift her leg and take
a piss on me. This is no ordinary blow. This is Olga marking her territory.
I'm hers. I'm fucked. I cum into her mouth with a shudder and a groan.
She rises, rinses her mouth, pats me on the cheek. Get dressed. She'll
meet me downstairs.



Find Livia online:


Livia Ellis Facebook Author page https://www.facebook.com/pages/Livia-Ellis-
Author/182016235142989
Livia Ellis Amazon Author page http://www.amazon.com/Livia-Ellis/e/B0093XV43M
Livia Ellis on Wordpress http://www.liviaellis.com/

Buy the book/s
Memoirs of a Gigolo Volume One on Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Memoirs-Gigolo-Volume-Oneebook/dp/B0093TFAWC
Memoirs of a Gigolo Volume Two on Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Memoirs-Gigolo-Volume-Twoebook/dp/B009ZOZKO8





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