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Big Bad Easy is available from #TWRP

Paperback or e-book of a hot romance set in New Orleans, my former home. I enjoy where I live now, but there really isn’t a city quite like the Big Easy, NOLA, N’awlins. Don’t expect the sterotypical Cajun or Creole in this story. Get a copy of Big Bad Easy now.

ImageA grueling unsolved murder case is the tipping point for detective Jameson Kelly. He’s ready to hang up his holster for early retirement when Zara Robinson walks in to his precinct, the victim of a car break-in. She’s everything Jameson likes in a woman—tall, blonde, beautiful and athletic. More than enough woman to take him down and make him beg for more. One more case can’t hurt to help pass the time, especially one he knows he can solve.

Zara is a woman who knows what she needs, and top of her list is closure on this spree of car break-ins. And there’s Jameson—he’s big with an air of bad despite being a cop and all man. Man enough to easily make her feel soft and womanly. But when clues to the theft lead to something bigger, she’s glad to have his brains as well as his skills on her side.

Big Bad Easy by Ursula Whistler is a #FreeRead on #Kindle Starting Today

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A grueling unsolved murder case is the tipping point for  detective Jameson Kelly. He’s ready to hang up his holster for early retirement when Zara Robinson walks in to his precinct, the victim of a car break-in. She’s everything Jameson likes in a woman–tall, blonde, beautiful and athletic. More than enough woman to take him down and make him beg for more. One more case can’t hurt to help pass the time, especially one he knows he can solve.

Zara is a woman who knows what she needs, and top of her list is closure on this spree of car break-ins. And there’s Jameson–he’s big with an air of bad despite being a cop and all man. Man enough to easily make her feel soft and womanly. But when clues to the theft lead to something bigger, she’s glad to have his brains as well as his skills on her side.

Why I wrote Basically Bad-Just one tiny emotion

A few years ago, my husband had a moment where he needed to get out of the city. We lived in New Orleans at the time. While it is a lovely place with drooping live oaks and fragrant magnolias, it is no replacement for being in the wild. Instead of booking a vacation or taking us on a hike, he began to look at real estate in Mississippi. In particular, a part of Mississippi where there are swamps and bayous and tiny creeks full of critters with teeth.

I’m pretty sure I snarled when he asked me to come look at the houses for sale. I didn’t want to have another house. I didn’t want to own what people call a fish camp in Louisiana and Mississippi. The ones that I’d known about were very rustic, meaning no electricity unless you brought a generator and a primitive toilet.

Cover of Basically Bad by Ursula Whistler

From Wildflowers Books

My husband didn’t want one of those. He was on a quest for a comfortable, small home next to a waterway so that we could wake in the morning for a canoe or kayak trip. We eventually found a place that suited us for a great price.

However, I took that sinking feeling, that sickness, I experienced when he said the words “Fish Camp” and transformed it into the basis for a story. The What If is a great way to get your creative juices going, and it did for me. Check it out if you haven’t already.

Why did I write Behaving Badly? I have no idea.

I told you the whole story in the title. Well, not the plot of Behaving Badly, but I did divulge the story behind the story right up above.

I didn’t have a reason why I wrote Behaving Badly. I just knew I had to write another erotic romance after I’d had one published, because that is what you should do as an author–brand yourself.  So, Behaving Badly was the statement, “Hi, um, I’m um Ursula, and I um write erotic romance. I’m not bad. I just write that way.”

From The Wild Rose Press

From The Wild Rose Press

But, y’all, I don’t even write the naughty bits, not like other authors. In fact, the more I write, the closer I get to knowing exactly what I won’t write.

Maybe I was getting out my emotions about being a transplant to New Orleans. There are so many ways to make a misstep in that city if you happen to find yourself in certain circles. Yet, there’s a freer world where expression is in your costume, your music, your art. Maybe I wrote Behaving Badly to let my own self free.

That certainly sounds good. Doesn’t it. Let’s stick with that. I set myself free.

And, bonus, this title is just $2.00 through the Wild Rose Press. Just click on the cover.

The Rest of the Story Behind the Story-Party Favors

Yesterday, I wrote what spurred me on to write my first erotic vignette–Anger.

The story doesn’t end there. Once I shared that story with the group (Take that, Ladies who think I want censorship!). I put the short piece aside intent to finish the novel that sat on my computer screen halfway to the end. In my head, I wasn’t going to be an erotic romance author. Sure, loved to read some of the stories under that sub-genre, but writing it was for others.

Except, writing the novel was laborious, a slog. Back then, I didn’t realize I’d found the sign pointing to a bad plot with a sagging middle. I lost a little enthusiasm for writing. I didn’t want to hear from my critique partners that something was missing from this or that chapter. I needed good news, a pat on the back, dammit, ANYTHING! I didn’t get it for the novel. I found my happy news in the vignette.

Our critique group had hit a slow spot. “Post something,” we begged each other. So, I dug into the archives and posted the barely 5,000 word story. That’s when the sun shone so brightly on me that I stayed up late revising, well past the time that a mother of young children who wake up at 5am should remain awake. (If you understood that sentence, you get an A in reading comprehension for the day.)

Jennifer Blake, a rather quiet member of our critique group, emailed me about my short story. Before I opened the email, I figured I would get a scathing report of my measly skill as a writer. (Why I thought this wasn’t based on what I knew about Jennifer Blake; writers doubt themselves even after they’ve had someone publish their works. We are not always self-confident people. In fact, we’re just the opposite.)

I didn’t get a take down of my bonafides as a writer. I got a flipping great review and amazing constructive criticism. The second sentence had my heart racing so fast that I slipped from the chair to the floor.

It’s well-written and beautifully set up, with lots of local color and nice erotic vibes.

I took that sucker of a story, stomped it around, added some conflict, beefed it up. The queries began the next month. Then, wheeeeee! Publishing began. I had to race to write another erotic romance, because OMG, I was an author now. Just a few words from a best-selling author set me free. I don’t think I could ever thank her enough.