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Aja is the writer of sensually erotic women’s fiction. Her stories allow readers to experience realistic, inspiring and soulful interactions between her characters and intense passion between couples overcoming life’s challenges. With two published series of books already, including the Unexpected series penned with Roy Glenn and Love Stages with Angelia Vernon Menchan, she is currently working on Love’s Required.

Book Euphoria Q1: What is your writing process? Do you have a routine or must be in a zone before you write?

Aja The Writer A1: My writing process begins before I sit down to write. I spend my early morning as I get ready for my day, thinking about my characters in my next scene. I want to see them move around and hear them speak before I sit down to write. I’ve already reviewed the next chapter I’m writing so once I sit down, I know what and…

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Two stories in one great book about love.

Excerpt from Good Old Soul by Aja



When I woke up, my eyes were trying to focus on my surroundings, which were unfamiliar. I knew enough to know that I wasn’t at my home and then I realized my head wasn’t on my pillow either. I was lying on him. He was asleep just as I had been. His features were relaxed and at peace.

As I took in the details of his handsome face, I thought he was truly a specimen; all male and delicious. The grey hairs sprinkled at his temple only made him look more distinguished and made me want to wake him in a way that would be satisfying to him but being this was our first time together, I didn’t want to be too forward. Even though we both know why we came back here together. It wasn’t for coffee, or wine, or to listen to music as he suggested.

I looked at the time on the clock on his cable box and realized it was safe to head out and not get jacked since it would be light outside shortly. But when I made a move to grab my shoes from next to the couch and put them on, he stirred beside me.

I watched as he looked around and then he noticed me sitting there staring at him. “I guess I’m a poor host, huh,” he mumbled around his smile.

“You were alright. It seems we both fell asleep for a few hours.”

He looked at the time and then back at me with hot intensity before he said, “Then I guess I should let you go, right.”

“Yeah, I’ll be going.” But neither of us made a move to get up, we just looked at each other. The air between us was crackling with some force that I couldn’t describe. It was not something I’ve experienced before and I didn’t want to examine the why either.

He reached out for my face, his hot palms engulfing it as I leaned forward to accept his kiss that was sweet as it was hot.

Okay, this is where I admit that I was a bit nervous. Yes, I accepted his offer to come back to listen to some music knowing full darn well he wasn’t talking about the kind that required any metal or wood instruments. And yes, I strutted up into his beautifully decorated condo like a big girl with not one insecurity. And trust me, I didn’t have many anyway, but he was older. I mean judging by what I can see, old enough to maybe not be my dad since my parents are in their mid-sixties but shoot, maybe an older cousin or uncle or something. You get my point. And here I was with about six good years of sexual experience to his probably twenty-five. But I’d pretend I had enough experience if it killed me.

But it didn’t kill me unless I considered how out of breath I was with him standing in the middle of the floor with my ass now situated inside of the big palms of his hands that lifted me up and down on his hot hard shaft. My legs, wrapped around his waist, provided me with some leverage to do some arching, twisting and rocking but mostly he handled it and me like a pro. He was so damn thick and ready and I was so wet for him. Wet enough that I could feel my essence ooze out of me on each impale.

I never had a man do this to me and I admit that all my jitters were now gone as he pulled me back and forth hard and harder, manipulating my body so expertly that the tension building had to release somehow, someway or I would die … I exploded around him, screaming out a strangled cry, falling apart in his secure hold. He paused then, allowing me a moment to stop shaking, and I noticed that the only sign of his hard work were the beads of perspiration on his brow and the clench of his jaw, but he had amazing stamina, which dispelled a myth I held about older men.

He leaned into me, the taste of my honey from being spread open by his mouth earlier, in his kiss. I accepted the unique flavor and his tongue before he let me down to get on my unsteady feet.

I stood there grinning at him like an idiot and to my credit, he grinned too before he said, “How was that for starters?”


Excerpt from Begin Again by Angel


Plopping down on one of the leather chairs, Malva let out a deep breath. She was exhausted but she had gotten everything set up as she wanted it. She could now start working whenever she chose. The door opened, startling her and a man walked inside. Hurriedly, she stood, flipping on the lights with a remote. Soft lighting filled the room and she could see a tall, bulky but fit man with milk chocolate skin and bald head. Her breath literally caught in her throat.

“Can I help you?” Malva asked. The man stood, staring at her openly before responding.

“Good evening, I am Desmond Trainor. I own the lighting shop next door. I heard I had a new neighbor and wanted to drop in. I have been traveling the past couple of weeks.”

“I am Malva, Malva Oscar and welcome to my small studio. I’m an artist and I’m planning shows and there will also be art for sale, African, mostly Ethiopian, since that is my home and African American.” She said quickly.

“That’s cool. There are several cool shops moving in. I specialize in unique lighting. I also sell standard lighting to contractors. Next to me is a Middle Eastern grocery store that also has a restaurant and next to that is a shop that specializes in ethnic toys. What’s the name of your place?”

“I have no idea.” Malva admitted. “I thought of The Artist’s Lair…”

“That’s catchy. My spot is Get Lit… would you like to take a look?”

“Sure, let me grab my bag and lock up. I’m tired anyway.” She said and gathered her things feeling self-conscious. Desmond’s eyes were all over her.

Walking into his shop Malva gasped at the lighting and how he had everything arranged. He had removed the second floor and the ceilings were over twenty feet high. There were lighting fixtures, table lamps, floor lamps, outside lighting, and floor lighting. More than she ever knew there was to light.

“Oh, my goodness, this is amazing! How does one decide to have a business such as this?” Malva asked as she turned to face Desmond and she startled because he was only inches away from her and smelled of man, soap and French cologne.

“My dad was an electrician and trained me as a young kid. I was always fascinated by lights and lighting. I majored in history, believe it or not, but this was always what I wanted and aspired to. Most of my clients build homes and want something unique but I also have a nice clientele who roll through and shop for lamps and such. There is also significant online purchasing.  I travel the world looking for unique lighting. You are so damn pretty.”

“Thank you. I need to go. I’m so hungry…” Malva said, suddenly feeling heated.


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Blog Visit: Erotica author Deep discusses New Debut Release, Naughty Girl


I enjoy my erotica with a storyline so when I was given Naughty Girl to read I was not only pleasantly surprised, I was also turned on. Find out why…

Me: Where did you come up with the name Deep?

Well one must keep some secrets but let’s just says it describes a few things. Physical, mental, even spiritual. I’m deep; and I hope my readers are too. They need to be, to handle it.

Me: Well okay. How would you describe Naughty Girl or your writing in general?

My writing in general can be described as honest, highly erotic, not romantic though there are elements that make you feel that there is some emotion taking place between the people I’m writing. I want my readers to experience pleasure.

Naughty Girl specifically is a chronicle. Kya, the main character is a young woman going through her sexual experimentation phase of womanhood. The result is pulse pounding and hot, sex because Kya seems to have a knack for finding the right partner to screw with. Readers may not like all of the decisions Kya makes, but will have a hard time admitting that each are not worth it for her at this point in her development.

Me: Are there any other projects on the horizon for you and how can readers get in touch with you?

Yes, I have a few projects I’m working on; one is a follow-up to Naughty Girl that will be released by summer. Please look out for it.

I can be found on Facebook as EroticAuthor Deep. Become my friend.

It was a pleasure having you here Deep; thanks for coming.

Here’s an excerpt from Naughty Girl which is on sale NOW!

Ray was my dad’s friend and I wanted him. Despite the twenty-year difference in our ages and the fact that he obviously had so much more experience than my twenty-year-old-self, I still wanted him.

Well my wish came true tonight. The get-together was cancelled. My mom wanted my dad to take her to a natural hair convention. He wasn’t too happy about having to forgo his usual guys’ night, but he never wanted to make my mom unhappy, so he agreed to.

Apparently, my dad wasn’t able to get in touch with everyone to cancel so he instructed me, “If Ray calls or stops by, tell him I’m sorry and I’ll be in touch later to reschedule.”

With an innocent daddy’s girl smile, I told him, “I’ll take care of it, Daddy. Have a good time.”

I had a feeling Ray wouldn’t be calling anyway, and I was right. Ray seemed like the type of guy that wasn’t attached to devices. He showed when he showed, and left when he left.

That night, after mom and dad left, I took a shower and put on my favorite mango scented body butter before dressing in my black skintight boy shorts and a tank top that read Juicy. I made sure my straight long hair was out and flowing around my shoulders and put on my favorite red lip gloss that made my lips look like ripe cherries.

When the doorbell rang at eight on the dot, I took my time going to answer it. I wanted to seem unbothered and unrushed, even though I was giddy and so fuckin’ horny inside. I even went through the trouble of pretending to be on my cell phone, talking to my best friend, Tiana, when I answered the door.

I opened the door with one hand, holding my phone up to my ear with the other and smiled when Ray stood there looking at me like he had been punched in the gut.

“Yeah, I know. We can always go some other time, Tiana,” I said to my fake caller. “I was in the middle of getting dressed, but it won’t be a big deal to come out of these clothes, so don’t even sweat it.”

I looked at Ray and mouthed sorry, as he finally picked up his bottom lip and came through the door and shut it behind him. I pretended to be listening, but I watched as he checked out my ass before I turned to him completely. He looked away quickly and started to move towards the kitchen, which led to the playroom. Now I knew I needed to hurry through my fake call.

“So hey, you go ahead and take your meds and get some sleep and call me when you get over your cold.” And I quickly fake ended the call.

“Hey, sorry about that,” I said to him as I followed him into the kitchen.

“No sweat,” he said, but then turned back around, being sure to keep his eyes up high on my face. “Where’s your dad, Lil Girl? Where’s everyone else?”

“Oh, he didn’t tell you? Your game night is cancelled. He went with my mom to the hair show. She begged him to go …” I trailed off.

“Oh,” he said, seeming troubled. He had no idea what trouble I could get him into if he let me.

“Yeah, he said if you wanted to hang out for a while, you could. He knows you like to get away from the house for a few hours. He thought I’d be going out anyway. But I don’t mind if you stay.”

He seemed even more disturbed for a moment and I hoped I hadn’t pushed too far too soon.

But then he said, “Alright, I’ll hang out for a little while, but not too long. I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

I suppose he wasn’t in a rush to go home to Miss Mousy and I didn’t blame him. Not when he had all of me to look at.

“Now why would you think that? I’ll probably just go upstairs for a little while anyway. But do you want me to get you anything? Anything at all?” I hoped my eyes said what I was thinking. He could have anything he wanted right now. I would be putty.

“Nah, you go ahead, Lil Girl.”

“One of these days you’re going to stop calling me that. I’m not a little girl anymore. Can’t you tell?”

I placed my hand on my curved hip, making sure he got the full picture. There was no little girl in this house. She was long gone.

Ray looked at me more fully then. It was as if he had been trying not to look at me for a long time and he’d finally been granted permission to have his fill.

His eyes trailed a hot path from my cat eyes to my lush lips, to my big tits to my hips and thighs and finally down to my legs. And then he was back to my eyes again.

“No, you aren’t a little girl anymore, are you?”

My lungs could barely fill up with air. This man had made me so slick for him and all he did was look at me. My nipples became rock-hard beneath my tank top and I watched his eyes move down to them. As if sensing my arousal, his nostrils flared, before his dark brown eyes were back to looking into mine.

“But I think I’ll keep calling you that for now.”

Naughty Girl
By Deep

©Deep 2017

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