Dear readers we have author Martha Emms visiting to talk about her new book that is about the addiction of porn. Martha, please tell us a little bit about yourself.
I was born in Sacramento but my Father was in the Air Force so we moved around a lot. I have three adult children and I love nature and animals. My cats are my babies now, LOL. I enjoy cooking, baking, the beach, art, movies, and learning new things. I’m a graphic designer and an avid reader who enjoys all genres.
Martha please tell us how you decided to enter the world of writing?
The impulse was always there even from a very young age. I would write for a while and then quit. After giving up so many times I had a very strange experience after watching Oprah on TV. The episode was about men addicted to porn. As I watched I thought that they looked like normal men. Not like men you’d imagine to be addicted to porn. When I went to sleep that night I had a dream and it was like watching a movie. It was so real that when I woke up I thought I should write about it. One of my sons was an actor then and I believed I’d read so many scripts that I’d write a screenplay. Ha, easier said than done. I couldn't get it down right and for a while I gave up again. Time passed and then I watched another episode on Oprah with Joel Osteen as her guest. He talked about God wanting us to succeed. That sometimes ideas come to us but we let things in our life defeat us or people talk us out of our dream and so we give up. But we should believe in ourselves and not give up. He didn’t say that verbatim but that was the jest. The show encouraged me and I joined a writing group where I decided to write the dream story into a book.
Martha we do have that in common, I also had dreams about all of my books, lol. Martha what does your family think of your writing?
They’re behind me. My youngest son is always pushing me. If he sees me reading a magazine or watching TV he will tell me to write and ask me how things are coming.
Where do you get your ideas?
Things are always popping in my head not just about books but ideas for things. But as with this story I am a dreamer and I dream like I’m watching a movie. I’m lucky that way because I still remember them when I wake up. It’s nice to know the story but I still have to put it into words, LOL. That’s the hard part.
Can you tell us a little about your book?
The story is about a woman, Nicky, and her journey to find herself. When she meets the man of her dreams she envisions their life together. She’s insecure and somewhat shy while Brett, her dream man is adventurous and outgoing. The story follows their marriage over the years through events as Brett’s interest in porn turns from a mere interest into an obsession. As the story progresses we see how it affects their marriage and changes both him and her.
What is your writing process?
Ideas pop into my head all the time so I write them down to make sure I don’t forget them. I can write anywhere but it flows more easily for me in the evening or wee hours of the morning. Most of the time the story just takes off while I’m writing and some times where it leads can even surprise me.
What was the hardest part for you when working on your book?
I didn’t have enough knowledge or personal experience to do the story justice. I had what I saw in the dream but I needed words and emotion to tell the story and I didn’t have money to pay a professional for their knowledge. I read from different sites online but that still wasn’t what I needed. Most of what I found online was for and about men dealing with the issue. So I typed up little blurbs asking anyone who had had any experience with their husbands or boyfriends being addicted to porn to write or call me, leaving my personal contact information also. I cut up these little slips and dropped them off in stores by women’s personal or clothing items, things that women would buy. I just set them on top of items or tucked them in. I honestly didn’t expect I’d hear back from anyone but a good amount returned. There were about eight really good ones with such touching private information. It really helped me to understand and feel what they were going through. One thing they all had in common was in the beginning they all felt like it was their fault. They wondered if it was something they’d done to cause it. That was the hardest part for me trying to get the information. And then once I had it the other difficult part was keeping it true to how this addiction can affect couples from the wife’s point of view. I needed this to be real and not hide any of what could happen. Some of where the story took me scared me a little, because as I wrote it I had a sense that people would judge me, call me sick and possibly hateful names for writing it. There are some scenes that will seem pretty out there to some if not everyone, LOL.
What influenced or inspired you to write?
I think pretty much anything can inspire me to write. The potential for a story is as endless as ones imagination you just have to use your senses. Listen, see, hear, taste, and smell. As a child I was always making up stories so my Mom, Martha always wanted me to be a writer. She would tell me to write from my heart. My Aunt Emma would say to stir the pot. Get people talking. Both of them were a big influence. I’m using the pen name Martha Emms in honor of them.
Was there a scene that you didn’t add or you removed in your finished work?
Yes, I actually wrote three different endings, LOL.
Do you have a favorite character (from you're book)?
I like Nicky because she knows her boundaries and believes in her marriage. But I enjoyed the women in the women’s group she attends. They are all such different characters with different belief systems and personalities. I can picture them in my head and I smiled whenever I wrote about them.
Do you already know what to write next?
Yes, I’ve already started my next book. Can you tell us? I’m a coma survivor and I’ll be using some of that experience with twists, of course, to be intertwined in my next story.
Where can we find more information about you and your books?
My book is out on Amazon and Barnes & Noble now. In about 2-4 weeks it will be available through CreateSpace.
Ah, the famous last words every author dreams of, “I hope people will read my book.” It really is a journey. There are parts that are fun, sexy, hot, erotic, compelling, and shocking. I hope that readers will be drawn into Nicky’s life. I truly want them to feel the experience and for that reason I don’t describe her. Other than brown hair there are no definitive descriptions of her. Almost every book today dealing with women describes them as the perfect sexy woman. And I’m not saying that Nicky isn’t all that but I want women as they read to not be distracted by her looks and to see her as they want her to be. Everyone of us no matter what we look like or what we believe in can feel pleasure, be hurt, know frustration, feel trapped, experience betrayal, and know pain. I want women to feel like this could be them. This could be their story.
Thank you Martha for sharing your writing process and your work. I know that a lot of readers will be interested in learning more about this hot topic, addiction to porn. It was a pleasure learning more about you.
I want to buy?
My favorite precious stone is?
Diamonds and rose quartz.
I want to meet?
Ken Follett and Robyn Carr. Why? I’d love to hear their voices, what they speak like and hear about what inspires their books. And Tom Cruise, just because :)
I want to invite my Mom to dinner. Why?
Because she’s gone and if I could just have one more time to be with her. It’s been three years since she passed away and I still miss her every day. She was an amazing woman. She was kind, generous, and thoughtful to everyone.
My dream is to?
Write and have people want to read what I write! I used to be a volunteer tutor working with children who had reading disabilities and it would be nice to inspire more people to read.
My favorite book is?
Tough question, but I would have to say The Caine Mutiny by Herman Wouk, it was the first book I read that I couldn’t put down. I didn’t want it to end. His characters came alive on the pages. I also, really liked the Killer Angels by Michael Shaara. I felt like I was right there in the scenes as I read it. I have many favorite authors too! I can’t pick one above the other because they each fill a different fantasy when I read their work: Ken Follett, Robyn Carr, Jill Shalvis, Debbie Macomber, Tom Clancy, Lawrence Sanders, Stephen King, Nora Roberts, Jodi Thomas, Constance O’Banyon, and Bobbi Smith just to name a few :)
Coming soon to CreateSpace but available now on Amazon and Barnes & Noble
Jason and Reed had moved our tent to a secluded area further down the creek so we could enjoy privacy on our honeymoon. I was not a virgin, and Brett and I already knew each other intimately, but still there was a nervousness that filled the tent. Thinking about it I was thankful that was all behind us. A virgin. Who wants to be sore at a time when you’re supposed to enjoy lots of sex? And who wants to be married to someone who might not be sexually compatible with you? Not me. I was glad I had already been with Brett. Still, I was feeling anxious. This would be the first time we’d be making love as man and wife.
Alone in the tent, I stripped naked and pulled out the honeymoon gift Beth left for me. Pulling up the cute white lace panties I reached around my back and tied the rear ruffled bow. The sexy white negligee had a loose neckline that fell low in the front and three bows that tied in the back. It felt wonderfully soft and silky, sending tingles across my skin as I slipped it over my head and it glided lightly across my body.
Brett was washing off in the creek. He entered the tent wearing white boxers, which while accentuating his tan also made him look very hot and sexy. The look on his face when he saw me, and the way his strong arms, muscular thighs, and flat ripped abs shone in the lantern light, were my undoing. My insides quivered. I wanted him so much.
His voice husky, he moved toward me. “You look beautiful, Mrs. Ketchum!” he said, his look of admiration devouring me.
My breath caught in my throat, “So do you, my husband.”
Brett’s arms were quickly around me, he held me as we gazed at each other. For a moment we simply looked into each other’s eyes. Beholding, searching the depths. His pupils widened, opening the window to his soul. Love, passion, or magnetic attraction, whatever it is that draws each of us into that trusting, loving, and believing behavior we seek in each other, it was all there, reflecting in his eyes as well as mine.
We embraced close enough that I felt a huge bulge, more than what I felt normally, harden and protrude from below. I moved back and looked at him, my questioning eyes went downward towards his boxers and he laughed out loud.
A hearty laugh! “It’s ah, something of a surprise for you from Beth,” he chuckled. “I actually feel pretty silly but she wanted me to gift wrap it for you.”
A puzzled expression spread across my face.
He moved away, turned his back to me and dropped his drawers, exposing his wonderfully chiseled ass. Then he turned to face me. His penis had a large white silk bow tied around it. Wrapped. It was actually wrapped. His penis was totally wrapped like a miniature mummy with a silk sash that tied into a bow at the top. I gasped and couldn’t control the laughs that escaped my lips.
Clapping my hands I exclaimed, moving forward, “I . . . am really going to have to find a special way to thank Beth. I love presents, especially those with bows on them.” I gently grabbed the bow while holding the wrapped appendage and pulled one of the tails loose. Undoing the bow, I began a slow unwrapping of my gift, torturing the bearer. Once unwrapped, I kissed the head. Yes, the one below. It wiggled and bounced upward.
“Not now,” I said. “That will come later.” And I tossed the ribbon to the ground.
Brett rubbed his hands over the silky material of my negligee. “This feels nice, soft,” he murmured, turning me so he faced my back. Carefully, he began untying the bows on the back of the nightgown.
“That’s one,” he said as he moved to untie the next bow. “That’s two,” he said nuzzling in between the silky fabric. His mouth pressed against me. He took his time, placing kisses across my back. “Hmm, and here’s three,” he untied the bow by the arch of my back then pushed the gown totally open.
The gown fell to the front; it slid down over my shoulders and across the tips of my breast as it fell to the ground. His palms glided down, caressing my sides and waist, then his mouth grazed across my skin, his breath hot. He slumped down onto his knees, untied the bow right over my butt, grabbed my panties, and pushed the fabric open, granting him access. He whispered, “That’s four.” Then he grabbed each buttock cheek, placed kisses slowly on each one until he ran his tongue up my lower back where he found a spot and sucked, pulling gently. I could feel the burn of my blood rising to the outer layer of my skin.
Parting my legs only slightly his finger entered me. Feeling my wetness, he moaned, “Mmmm, you’re so warm. You feel so wonderful, like honey. You’re almost ready.” He proceeded to suckle four areas by the dimpled area of my lower back, branding me with hickeys while fingering me, stimulation that sent me over the edge.
I could stand no more and turned to face him. Grabbing the front of my panties he pulled them down. He kissed me there. Parting my legs, his tongue entered flickering and teasing. He began his loving assault. My hands on his head, the side of his face, I held him to me and begged, “I . . . want, want . . .”
“What do you want, tell me?” He asked as he brought me down with him, on top of the sleeping bags.
“Oh God Brett, I want you. Only you!” I cried out.
I lay back naked, aroused, and open under his gaze. Cupping the mounds of my breasts he licked, sucked, bringing them to life. They were pink, pointed, puffy, and throbbing. I ached for him, my hips wiggled to seduce him as he held himself over me, and then, in a frenzy, we joined. It was if he took control of my body and I was his. Our thrusting became a playful form of sexual sparring. We laughed, giggled, and moaned, sweating profusely. When Brett could go no more, both of us were fulfilled and complete. The hot mound between my legs was now swollen with a heartbeat of its own, still vibrating from our coming. Nothing was as wonderful as a well-loved body. It was like being reborn. Cradled in Brett’s arms, my one arm rested across his chest, I smiled a most contented smile. This man was my husband.