Spotlight & Giveaway: The V-Spot by Wendy S. Marcus

Posted October 8th, 2014 by in Blog, Spotlight / 41 comments

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome romance author Wendy S. Marcus to HJ!

Hi Wendy and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, The V-Spot!

Hi Sara!! Thank you so much for having me!

Please summarize the book a la Twitter style for the readers here:

TVSWill a blind date at a voyeur motel lead to everlasting love? Or total mortification when the birthday girl’s greatest wish is revealed?

Please share the opening lines of this book:

If Emma Masters had a pen and paper handy, or the inclination to jot down the top four reasons she’d willingly let her best friend, Sadie, set her up on a blind date, the list would look something like:

1) Oxygen deprivation secondary to high-waisted shapewear that’d apparently shrunk in the dryer.

2) Impaired judgment secondary to ingesting a few too many glasses of Skinnygirl Moscato.

Please share a few Random facts about this book…

1) I got the idea for The V-Spot while watching a late night HBO show about a voyeur motel. Really! They do exist! Or at least they did.

2) I drafted the first version of The V-Spot a few years ago to help me get comfortable writing explicit sex scenes. (Except for the setting, today’s version looks nothing like my first, long ago, draft.)

3) In the story, Emma loves chocolate. (Just like me!!!) So Brody brings along a bottle of Hershey’s Syrup to get her to…. Well, you’ll have to read the story to find out.

Please tell us a little about the characters in your book. As you wrote your protagonist was there anything about them that surprised you?

Emma is a nurse. For those of you who know me, you know I used to write medical romance for Harlequin Mills and Boon. Even though I no longer do, I still think nurse’s make great heroines because they are so awesome!!! Anyway, Emma’s a chubby girl who is beautiful, inside and out, although she doesn’t see it. All her life she’s been overlooked and made to feel inferior by the handsome, self-centered, jocks who used her for tutoring or to get in good with one of her friends. Over the years she’s developed a significant dislike for the type. So imagine her surprise when her best friend sets her up on a blind date with in-shape, full-of-himself, professional wrestler Brody “The Bull” Bullock!!!

But just like the over-confident jock types of her past were quick to judge Emma without taking the time to really get to know her, she’s done the same to Brody. And the more time they spend together, the more she sees the thoughful, caring, attentive man he really is.

What, in your mind, distinguishes this book from other books out there in the same genre?

If nothing else, I think the setting – at a voyeur motel – is unique. And while they may be out there, I don’t recall any romance books with professional wrestler heroes.

Did any scene have you crying or laughing while writing it?

One of my favorite scenes:

She couldn’t help but smile. “If someone had told me last week that I would someday let Brody ‘The Bull’ Bullock handcuff me to a bed I would have directed them down to the psychiatric floor for evaluation.”
He smiled, too. “Yet here you are.”
Her young patients loved him, and children were very good judges of character. But, to be honest, it came down to more than that. Since the start of their date—after the confrontation in the parking lot—he’d been kind and thoughtful. He’d treated her with respect and care. He’d protected her and made her feel special. “You’re different than I thought you’d be.”
He leaned over her. “Glad you finally took the time to give me a chance?”
She smiled. “Yeah.” Very glad.
Emma thought he might kiss her then, the perfect follow-up to their sincere exchange. Instead he rolled off the bed, turned down the air conditioner and left the room.
She couldn’t help it, an uncomfortable apprehension settled over her. Was he leaving? Would she be stuck here for hours, maybe days until someone discovered her? Starved and dehydrated? Or had he ordered other sex toys from Angie’s illicit catalog? Things he wouldn’t dare reveal until he had her incapacitated and at his mercy? “What are you doing?” she called after him, lifting her head, straining to see, unable to keep the nervousness out of her voice.
“Give me a minute.”
Give him a minute? To do what? Use the restroom? Drink a beer? Eat a quick snack? Unwrap a whip? Load batteries into a scary-huge vibrator? Assemble some type of bondage apparatus? What could possibly be so important that he’d abandon her? Mid-thought she noticed her reflection in the ceiling mirror—boobs out, pretty negligee half off, pale legs—in sharp contrast to the blood-red sheet—spread wide, hair a mess, arms bound above her head.
She looked like a woman ready for anything. She smiled at the realization she actually felt ready for anything. Bring it on.

If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would you use for the audition of the main characters? 

I’d pick the parking lot confrontation scene. Because Emma is vulnerable. And for the first time in all the years they’ve known each other, Emma and Brody have a meaningful conversation in which they each share a part of themselves with the other. It’s a long scene but here’s a snippet:

“To think I suffered the torture that is shapewear for you!” she said, shoving the undergarment into her oversize red pocketbook. “Well, I’m for sure going to breathe easier on my way home than I did on the trip here.”
She tried to storm past him.
He held out his arm to stop her. “Hold on a minute.”
Gracing him with another glare she said, “Please move.” When he didn’t she added, “Now,” in that do-it-or-suffer-my-wrath tone she used to boss him and his buddies around when they visited the pediatric floor of her hospital. No one dared mess with Emma while she supervised them washing their hands then checked their temperatures and listened to their lungs to evaluate them for any signs of illness before she’d allow them to circulate among her patients.
“Honey, I know—”
“I am not your honey,” she snapped, pushing past him. “And there is nothing you can say that will make me stay and endure this indignity one minute longer.” She rounded the front of the vehicle.
Indignity? “Emma, wait,” he said, following her.
She reached for the door.
“Please,” he said quietly.
She stopped but stared at her hand on the handle rather than look at him.
“I know I’m probably the last person you expected to show up tonight.” But did she have to come off so averse to the idea?
“You got that right,” she said, turning to face him. Something flashed in her eyes. Anger? Hurt? “Did you lose a bet? Is this some sort of joke? Have a good laugh at my expense? Are all the guys in on it?” She looked around the parking lot. “Did they come with you to witness my humiliation firsthand?”
What? “No. Of course not. Listen—”
She didn’t.
“Why are you here?” she snapped.
Brody spread his arms wide and smiled. “I’m your birthday present, with love from Sadie.”
“This is insane.” She started digging around in her purse. “Do you honestly expect me to believe Brody ‘The Bull’ Bullock, a wildly popular, good-looking professional wrestler who could get any woman he wanted with a sexy wink and a smile, actually wants to—” She wrapped her arm around her waist, rested her left elbow on her right forearm and dropped her face into her palm. “Oh, God. What did Sadie tell you about this date?”
Things were falling apart fast. Brody wasn’t sure how to answer. So he didn’t.
She lifted her head. “Tell me.”
Brody decided to go with honesty. “She told me every woman deserves a good—”
“Stop!” Emma threw up her hand between them and locked her beautiful blue eyes on his. “You came here tonight expecting to…” She swallowed. “…with me?”
“Not expecting, exactly. But ready, very willing and able.”
“With me,” she clarified, as if she couldn’t possibly believe it.
Sadie was right. Emma had no idea how sexy she was. “Yes, with you. I can’t think of any other woman I’d undergo a physical exam and blood testing for.” He smiled.
Her cheeks blushed a sexy shade of red.

What are you currently working on? What other releases so you have planned for 2014?

I’m really excited that my first book with Random House Loveswept, LOVING YOU IS EASY, a contemporary romance, is coming out in e-book on December 9, 2014, You can find out more about LOVING YOU IS EASY here:

As for what I’m working on, I just signed a contract to do another book with Random House Loveswept and it will be the sequel to LOVING YOU IS EASY. The title is LOVING YOU IS EVERYTHING, Neve and Rory’s story and it’s tentatively scheduled for release in October 2015.

Thanks for blogging at HJ!

Giveaway: Two winners will be chosen at random to receive e-copies of The V-Spot. I hope you enjoy it!!!

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Chapter One
If Emma Masters had a pen and paper handy, or the inclination to jot down the top four reasons she’d willingly let her best friend, Sadie, set her up on a blind date, the list would look something like:
1) Oxygen deprivation secondary to high-waisted shapewear that’d apparently shrunk in the dryer.
2) Impaired judgment secondary to ingesting a few too many glasses of Skinnygirl Moscato.
3) Sexual deprivation secondary to a crazy-busy schedule that didn’t allow her time to search out a man interested in some naked fun with a woman at least a dozen pounds past pleasingly plump.
4) Severe exhaustion secondary to Sadie’s persuasive persistence which she’d ended with, “Every woman deserves a good fuck on her birthday. If she’s not in a relationship, it’s the best friend’s responsibility to see that she gets it.”
Hard to argue with that logic, but Emma had tried, countering with, “I don’t need a man.” Even though, over time, her need had grown distractingly intense in the presence of certain men.
Intuitive Sadie had seen right through the lie, and once she got an idea in her head… Seeing no other alternative, Emma had ordered another round of drinks determined to set such stringent criteria for her blind date, Sadie would never be able to meet them.
Unfortunately, in her then soused state, she’d failed to adequately assess Sadie’s enthusiasm for the project or her determination. Over the next six weeks Sadie had diligently met every single one, including the full physical exam and STD screening.
That’s how she, Emma Masters, wound up at The V-Spot, a voyeur motel. Who knew such a thing existed? Apparently her best friend did. Note to self: Never trust Sadie when she emails you an address for your GPS—at the last possible minute—accompanied by the words: The location is a surprise. You’re going to love it!
Even though, upon arrival, Emma had been assured the enterprise was completely legit, every time the door to the VIP reception room opened she half expected to be rounded up in a police raid, shoved into the back of a windowless van and taken off to jail. But curiosity regarding who had agreed to Sadie’s scheme kept her rooted in place.
A size-fourteen woman—well, a size sixteen Spanxed-down to a fourteen—in a sea of pert, scantily clad sixes.
A single surrounded by at least twenty couples, not one friend among them.
The clichéd fat chick, standing alone at the snack table.
On her twenty-fifth birthday.
Emma adjusted the nondescript black eye mask she’d been given to ensure anonymity of all V-Spot visitors and did a quick scan of the reception room, noting all the men who’d managed to show up on time for their dates. Concern that Sadie’s mystery man had changed his mind started to build.
She did her best to ignore it, focusing in on her surroundings instead. The place had a summer camp feel, clean and well-kept but rustic and no-frills. Large, tastefully done, black-and-white prints of naked men and women engaged in a wide variety of sex acts lined the natural wood walls. The frames hung at eye level equidistant apart. She resisted the urge to fan herself at the vivid memories of a few of those detailed drawings. Mesmerizing and arousing, a few discomfiting, each was a beautifully done work of art suitable for display in an upscale gallery.
Seeing everyone around her occupied, Emma snuck a handful of potato chips, stuffed them in her mouth and, turning away from the crowd, closed her eyes to block out any distractions as she savored the yummy goodness. A greasy, salty, crunchy consolation she hadn’t allowed herself in years. A vice she may have to reconsider because they were just as delicious as she remembered.
Luckily she’d cracked open an eyelid in time to catch Angie, The V-Spot VIP room hostess, walking in her direction. Emma still couldn’t believe she’d managed to keep her jaw from hanging open when Angie had explained how the evening would work. Exhibitionists. Voyeurs. Oversize windows. Dark pathways.
It had taken a few minutes, and a few hearty gulps of wine, but once her initial shock had worn off, every time she thought about watching others having sex, her heart broke into a gallop of excitement. And, well, other parts of her were experiencing a little tingly anticipation, too.
Except, with each passing minute, it seemed more and more likely she’d be leaving without ever getting to sample the erotic decadence hidden behind the high walls of a faded wooden privacy fence a few short yards away.
She swallowed down her mouthful of chips, and her growing disappointment, with some cabernet, placing the half-full glass on a tray. No more of that if she’d be driving herself home in the next few minutes.
“Maybe your date had car trouble,” Angie offered. “Cell service is horrible out here.”
Out here being rural upstate New York, a good three hours from her home, an hour and a half of narrow, windy roads from the highway, and at least forty-five minutes from any signs of civilized life.
Emma forced a small smile and a polite nod acknowledging the statements. After all, it wasn’t Angie’s fault Emma had been stood up. She glanced at the clock on the wall. “I’ll give him another couple of minutes.” She’d about reached her limit of pitying glances and had only stayed as long as she had because Sadie insisted ‘B’ was crazy attracted to Emma and eager for their date. And because he’d been so sweet and thoughtful by having a dozen red roses delivered to her at work yesterday—her actual birthday—with a card: Looking forward to tomorrow night. Happy Birthday, B.
“You don’t need a date to walk the viewing paths,” Angie offered. “Plenty of people do it alone. Once the sun goes down and more guests arrive no one will even notice you.”
As if that didn’t scream Total Loser Incapable of Getting a Date.
“And your upstairs, private room has already been paid for.”
Her upstairs, private room. She had an upstairs, private room! For birthday sex. With her blind date.
Who was he? Would she find him attractive? Would he find her attractive? Would the sex be as fantastic as she hoped? That is, of course, if Sadie’s birthday present actually showed up.
A couple who’d been looking at her oddly for the past fifteen or so minutes came over to join her conversation with Angie. “We couldn’t help but overhear,” the tall, red-haired, disgustingly slender, perfectly proportioned, probable underwear model said.
“Yes.” The man, a tall, thin, wannabe ’50s crooner in a retro black suit and wingtip shoes, looked Emma over as if she was a vintage guitar and he was a collector. “It’s a damn shame to drive so far and not get to experience all The V-Spot has to offer.”
Angie introduced them. “Nick. Sugar. Meet Emma.”
Emma got the feeling Nick and Sugar were V-Spot regulars.
She shook each of their offered hands, Nick holding on long enough to make Emma feel uncomfortable. “Two’s fun,” he said. Then tugging her closer while leaning in as if to share a secret, he added, “Three’s an adventure,” loud enough for Sugar, Angie and everyone in a ten-foot radius to hear.
Emma had to be reading this situation all wrong.
But Sugar nodded, looking hopeful.
Angie shook her head, looking apologetic.
Emma could just imagine what her face must look like. Stunned, probably. Although once again she’d managed to keep her jaw from dropping open. And the firsts of the night kept on coming. First blind date. First visit to a voyeur motel. And her first, if she wasn’t mistaken, invitation to join up with a couple for a threesome.
As much as Emma enjoyed reading about them, actually participating in one? Um, no, thank you. Watching others having sex was about as far outside of her comfort zone as she planned to stray on this fine June evening. So what if it was her birthday and she’d mentally prepped herself for a night of adventure doing things she’d never done before? A girl had to draw the line somewhere. Emma chose to draw it with her on one side and Nick and Sugar on the other.
Time to get going.
“Thank you,” Emma said, adjusting the strap to her pocketbook on her shoulder. “But I don’t think so. Visiting The V-Spot is something my boyfriend and I wanted to share together.” That’s how it always started, with a little lie to avoid looking pathetic. What did it matter since she’d be heading home in a few minutes anyway? “My fiancé, actually.” Having a fiancé was better than a boyfriend, right? “It’s all so new.” She smiled. “I have to get used to calling him that.”
Nick lifted her left hand and pointed out, “No ring.”
Emma snatched it back and answered, “Tonight’s a role-play night,” thankful for her ability to think fast. “Anyway, he’s a doctor.” She smiled proudly, even knowing her date would most definitely not be a doctor, since she’d strictly forbidden Sadie from choosing one of their colleagues at the hospital. “He probably got tied up with one of his patients and couldn’t reach me because of the poor cell service.” Or more likely because Emma had insisted Sadie not share her address or phone number with anyone. A woman living on her own had to be careful.
A commotion at the far end of the room caught Angie’s attention and she excused herself to go investigate. Thank goodness Nick and Sugar followed.
No sooner had they disappeared from view, the front door banged open.
As if a bad-luck bomb had exploded at her feet, Emma’s night went from bad to worse, because not ten feet away stood Brody “The Bull” Bullock, the overconfident, full-of-himself professional wrestler who routinely visited her pediatric floor to entertain the kids.
Please, God, no. Not him. Not tonight.
She froze, instantly regretting the bright, bold print of the low-cut, cleavage-displaying sundress she’d worn. A colorful dress that made her stand out in a crowd, when right now she desperately wanted to blend in.
He stood in the doorway, filling it with his large frame, while he surveyed the room. His signature tight black T-shirt hugged his over-muscled chest, and worn-out, faded blue jeans clung to his hips and thick thighs. He was too big, too handsome, too everything. At the thought of him witnessing her humiliation, of him telling his loud-mouthed friends how he’d found her alone at a voyeur motel, of the endless teasing and tormenting she would no doubt be forced to endure as a result, her heart started to pound and her armpits grew disturbingly wet.
I’ll go to church every Sunday, she bargained with the Almighty. Just don’t let him notice me. Maybe she should have offered up a more realistic and achievable bargaining chip, because in that moment he spotted her and smiled his cocky I’m-so-handsome-you-gotta-love-me smile. And Emma got the distinct impression he wasn’t at all surprised to see her there, that he expected to see her. Which could only mean…
Oh no, no, no, she shook her head and took a step back, trying to put more distance between them. One of her very specific criteria had been no one from the hospital. Okay, so technically she and Brody didn’t actually work together, but close enough.
Emma glanced around the room looking for another exit, not finding one. Damn it.
He’s totally into you, Sadie had said.
Why would she lie? Why would she get Emma’s hopes up only to send them crashing down into a disappointed heap at the big blind date reveal?
Guys like Brody, aka way too good-looking, popular athletes, didn’t pay attention to women like Emma. Unless their interest was forced as part of a bet, or they chose a dare over the truth, or they wanted something from her. In high school and college it’d been for help getting in good with one of her friends or for a tutor to help them maintain academic eligibility to play sports. Always in private, so no one would see them together, so worried about their precious reputations. Egocentric assholes.
Which is why Emma made it a point to avoid guys like Brody. And when she couldn’t, like at work when she’d first been assigned to screening the wrestlers before they could circulate among the patients, it was why she remained aloof, all business, a total professional unsusceptible to their insincere charms.
He stepped toward her and Emma’s heart started to race. Why was he here? Cruel prank came to mind. And Emma got mad. How dare he ruin her night? And ruin it he had. Because there was absolutely no way in hell she’d be shedding one stitch of clothing in front of The Bull. No way in hell she’d give him the opportunity to criticize her or poke fun at her or discuss her many physical imperfections with his wrestling buddies, like they discussed so many other women, as if Emma wasn’t even in the room.
Best birthday ever? Over before it’d even begun.
When he came to a stop in front of her, looking as if he had every right to be there, Emma wanted to hit him. If she could have done it without creating a scene she would have. Instead she pursed her lips to keep from screaming out and narrowed her eyes in warning.
He held up his hands, seeming ready to fend off an attack—apparently he was smarter than he looked—and opened his mouth to say something. But his words got drowned out when Angie yelled, “Thank God. A doctor.”
Emma jerked her head around to see the parted crowd and a clear path to Angie, who was kneeling next to a man who’d apparently collapsed to the floor. “Come.” She motioned with her hand to Brody. “We need you.”
With a collective swivel of heads, everyone in the room turned in their direction.
Brody glanced over his shoulder as if expecting a doctor to be standing there.
If the situation hadn’t appeared so serious, Emma may have laughed at Brody’s horrified expression as he turned back to face Angie and pointed to his chest. “You mean me?” He shook his head. “No way. I’m not a doctor.”
“Isn’t he your fiancé?” Angie asked Emma loudly, her voice approaching panic.
Apparently Angie was not a fan of wrestling. All eyes shifted to Emma.
“You have a fiancé?” Brody bellowed.
Good Lord.
He stood to his full height of a couple of inches over way too tall, crossed his beefy arms over his wide chest and stared down at her with angry brown eyes.
As if he could bully an explanation out of her.
The jerk.
Emma looked away to find no escape in the dozens of questioning, some disapproving, eyes still locked on her. So she did the only thing she could and tried to divert their attention. “Man down, people.” She stormed toward the man sitting on the floor. “Let’s focus on what’s important.”

Book Info:

How hot is your night going to get? Take the quiz and find out!

1. You’re a curvy, cute and practical nurse, ready to unleash your inner naughty nymphette for your 25th birthday. You start with…
a. Chocolate cake.
b. Champagne. Lots of it.
c. A blind date set up by your daring best friend.

2. Your guy turns out to be popular (and insanely hot) wrestler Brody “The Bull” Bullock. You…
a. Run for the door.
b. Admire his hotness, then run for the door.
c. Imagine him naked.

3. You’re meeting Brody at The V-Spot, a “Voyeur Motel.” What are you wearing?
a. A cute sundress with wedge sandals
b. You’re not going anywhere without Spanx
c. Doesn’t matter. Brody is sexy enough that it’s all coming off!

If you selected all of the above, you’re in for the night of your life….
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Author Bio

Wendy S MarcusWendy S. Marcus is an award-winning author of contemporary romance. A nurse by trade, Wendy holds a Master of Science in Health Care Administration, a degree that does her absolutely no good as she now spends her days, nights, and weekends mucking around in her characters’ lives creating conflict, emotion, and of course, a happily ever after. Wendy lives in the beautiful Hudson Valley region of New York. When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with her family, which includes her dog Buddy, and blogging/e-mailing/tweeting/facebooking with her online friends
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41 Responses to “Spotlight & Giveaway: The V-Spot by Wendy S. Marcus”

  1. Terri Shortell

    I didn’t see the HBO special but wish I had. I don’t know if I would ever be brave enough to actually visit one but I don’t have a problem with them. It is sorta exciting thinking about going to one though. Lol The book sounds great. Thanks for the giveaway and review.

    • Wendy S. Marcus

      Hi Terri!
      I think it’s sorta exciting to think about visitng one, too. But in real life, I don’t know if I’d ever get up the nerve to actually go!!!

      Thanks for stopping by!

  2. Vicki Clevinger

    No I’ve never been in one. Im not sure I’d want to stay in one. Although it might be interesting.

  3. Taswmom

    I sort of remember hearing something about it, but don’t remember thinking much about it til now. No, don’t think I’d ever try it. Reading about it might be fun though.

    • Wendy S. Marcus

      Hi DebraG!
      I don’t know if there are any open to the public anymore. I had a real hard time finding the link to the HBO show a while back. And when I tried to find it for this post I couldn’t.

      Thanks for stopping by!

  4. Joan V.

    I have never heard of voyeur motels until now. At my age, nope I wouldn’t visit one. I would love to read your book to know more about them.

  5. EvelynS

    I didn’t even know they had hotels like that! I wouldn’t be comfortable visiting one.

    • Wendy S. Marcus

      Ha ha ha Mayra!!!
      Good luck looking! It was an HBO late night special. And if you can’t find it, check out The V-Spot for the next best thing!

      Thanks for stopping by!

  6. Colleen C.

    Did not see the show… actually did not know they had places like that… interesting, but I do not think I would be brave enough to go to one.

    • Wendy S. Marcus

      Hi Amy!
      They’re certainly not for everyone. I’m hoping people are open to reading about a voyeur motel even if they’re not interested in going to one!!!

      Thanks for stopping by!

  7. Glenda

    Can’t say I’d heard or read anything about them before now. Not sure what i’d do other than not be an exhibitionist . . . .

  8. Kai W.

    I don’t have any opinion regarding Voyeur hotels. I haven’t watch any HBO shows with voyeur hotels.

  9. mrsmac19

    I’ve never visited a voyeur motel, but I do vaguely remember the HBO show that featured them. Thanks for the giveaway!

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