Sunday, February 17, 2013

Special Guest Sunday- Gayl Taylor

 Hi everyone,

Please help me welcome Gayl Taylor as she shares her best advice for aspiring authors.


Hello Readers! And thank you so much Sally for having me today. Admittedly, I had a hard time coming up with an interesting topic. I am still a very new author despite the fact that I have been writing a very long time. My first book was published nearly a year ago. I am still finding my way, and discovering what drives a story.

The best advice I could give aspiring authors is write something every day whether it is 500 words or 5000. Don't get too caught up in the mechanics, it can distract you from reaching the end, and tell the story that's in your heart. Stay true to who you are. I adore and immerse myself in many romance genres, especially paranormal or Regency. I love them, hands down. What draws me to the genre is the fantasy aspect, the way I am transported to another time or place. Yet, I couldn't write a Regency or paranormal to save my life.


I write what I know and I infuse bits of me in everything I write. Each of my characters can be a reflection of me and my experiences. My books are contemporary erotic romance with an emphasis on the romantic and sensual aspects. My characters are not perfect; in fact, they are far from it. This is what I hope makes them and their story believable to readers. My characters are flawed, stubborn, willful, sexy, and loving.
My current release, The Hero Sandwich, was co-written with a good friend and critique partner, Karyn Gerrard. This story is a f/m/f cougar erotic romance about three people who have endured loss. This story is close to my heart for many reasons.


A wild night of meaningless sex is all best friends Connie Hollingsway and Nicci Sullivan have in mind when they approach a beyond handsome, younger man in the Cougar Cave bar. They soon realize they have taken on more than they bargained for.

Barrett Michaels just found out he was cut from the Double A baseball team he played for. To drown his sorrows and ease his pain, he goes to the Cougar Cave looking for a one-night stand with an experienced, older woman. Imagine his surprise when not one, but two women suggest a night of mind-blowing sensual pleasure with no strings attached.

Can three lonely people keep pain, bitterness, and grief at bay or will emotional fireworks tear down the walls surrounding their hearts?

As far as Connie Hollingsway was concerned, she'd just found the meat filling for her hero sandwich. She cast a quick glance to her best friend, Nicole Sullivan, and amended her statement to our hero sandwich.

Bass from inane techno music reverberated off the wood-paneled walls of the club called the Cougar Cave that she and Nicci were at tonight. Connie's gaze slid back to the man sitting alone in a booth directly across from them and further down the wall. The man, in a word, was perfect. Ascertaining his age was difficult under the flashing strobe lights, plus he sat directly underneath a neon sign for Budweiser, which cast a reddish glow over a stunningly rugged, handsome face. The layered and tousled hair looked as if he had just rolled out of bed. Milk chocolate would be the way she'd describe the color. Like all young guys, he had a scruff of facial hair, but Connie's keen eye could make out the sexy cleft in his perfectly shaped chin. There were six empty beer bottles in front of him, and he'd just waved his arm to the waiter for more. A sly smile curved about Connie's mouth. If man-meat was drunk enough, he may be open and willing to consider her suggestion.

Leaning toward Nicci to talk about her idea, the words died in her throat when man-meat stood, shook off his leather jacket, and hung it on the coat rack attached to the back of the bench seat. He was taller than she first imagined, a few inches over six feet to be sure. A skin tight black T-shirt hugged every valley and plane of his powerful physique. Man-meat was cut, chiseled, honed, and sharpened into hardened precision, enough to rival those marble statues of Greek gods. The T-shirt, tucked into a pair of incredibly tight blue jeans, showed his torso to sculpted perfection. Fabric strained across rock hard thighs, a muscular ass and—Connie's held breath whooshed out in a moan—showed off his impressive package to perfection.

She had to get a closer look.

While his build and his aura evoked a certain maturity, there were no telltale lines fanning out from the eyes to show he may be in his thirties, nor were there heavily cut lines around his mouth. Damn, how young was he? Who cared? He was getting drunk at the Cougar Cave so naturally the man would be interested in an older woman.

Wonder how he would feel about two women?


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Thank you so much Gayl for stopping by!


  1. So true! Write every day. Good advice :D And your story looks hot hot hot. As a woman who turned *coughfortycough* at my last birthday, I love that that this book is written with woman older than 22 or something LOL

    1. I try very hard to write every day if I can. I have a couple of different projects in the works so if I am stuck on one, there is always another needing attention. If you get a chance to read it, I'd love to know what you think! We thoroughly enjoyed writing it.

      thanks for stopping by!

  2. Thanks again Sally for having me today!

  3. Write every day, write every day....must go and write - great post Gayl.