The lovely Helen Walton is here today to answer some very important questions!
Welcome Helen! Let’s jump in!
Post-It notes or notebook?
I scribble some notes in a notebook but even I have trouble reading my handwriting.
Do you dance like no one’s watching?
Only when I’m with my friends and drinking cocktails!
What’s on your bucket list?
The Northern Lights. There’s something magical about the way the sky lights up with the pretty mixture of colors that I could stare at it all night and dream up new stories.
When did you first realize you wanted to become a writer?
Tricky question. If I really think about it, I’d say as a teenager in high school, but I was too embarrassed to admit it. Now, I’m proud to call myself a romance writer.
Plotter or panster?
Pantser all the way. I never write a story the same way. Some stories start with a character, some with a scene, and some with the ending. Everything else I discover along the way.
Where do your ideas come from?
Lots and lots of daydreaming.
What’s your latest release?
His Pleasure Contract released 24th February 2022. Book 2 in the Billionaires’ Reluctant Bride series and can be read as a standalone.
How did the plot come about for it?
The main character Prue in His Pleasure Contract has a friend called Tiffany. In Tiffany’s story Their Love Deal (Billionaires’ Reluctant Brides 1) her friend has been dating two men separately. When they find out about each other, they try to convince Tiffany they should all be together. Prue kept telling me she wanted a threesome too, but since she’s happily married in her first story, His Love Contract available in the Reluctant Bride anthology, then His Pleasure Contract took shape. She’s a very demanding character and wanted another story.
How long did it take to write?
I can’t quite remember. I think it was a week. But that doesn’t take into account my most dreaded stage of writing – editing.
What’s next on your writing list?
Next up is Love Negotiations, Billionaires’ Reluctant Brides 3. Kennedy (Prue’s nanny) has a secret fetish, and Marco (William’s best friend) catches her in the act. Sparks fly when he blackmails her into marrying him in this steamy enemies to lovers story.
Prue’s husband Will has ticked off most of her fantasies, all except one. When he draws up a contract to fulfill her fantasy of a threesome, she’s unsure what to do.
Billionaire William Burberry, the fourth, has everything he ever wanted in his wife Prue. She may be a mouthy ex-waitress with a terrible upbringing, but she fits him perfectly in bed and out. But he sees the way she looks at her best friend with her two boyfriends.
Will would do anything for her, even if it means sharing her with another man for a night. One night meant to fulfill Prue’s fantasy for her birthday present.
Can she ignore her worries and go for her fantasy?
Check it out now!
I crept down the stairs. Will’s necktie swished across my breasts and belly like the strokes of Will’s fingers would soon. My body hummed with anticipation. The thong inflamed my growing arousal with each step. At this rate, I’d come before Will even touched me. Almost. I huffed out a breath. Pregnancy made me hornier than usual. I turned the doorknob and flung open his office door, intent on making an entrance.
Will’s head jerked up from leaning over his wooden desk. It wasn’t the first time I’d barged in here. It wouldn’t be the last either. His gaze heated with instant lust. He’d be hard under the desk, and I’d go down on my knees for the man. Show him how much he meant to me.
I stepped into the room.
“Prue,” a deep voice said from my left, behind the door.
My gaze snapped to the impeccably dressed man. Marco, Will’s lawyer and friend from their college days, stood at the bookshelf, a leather-bound book in his hand and an amused smile tugging at his lips.
“Shit, Marco, I didn’t realize you were here.” I stepped backward.
“Stay,” Will commanded. “Shut the door.”
I flicked my gaze back to Will. His heated look sent a flood of moisture to my already damp folds. I wet my lips and pushed the door shut.
“It’s no different than a bikini.” I strode further into the room. “And you’ve seen me plenty of times in one of those.”
Will pushed his black leather office chair back on its wheels and patted his lap. I’d ridden Will many times in his chair. Damn, the man turned me on even more. I skirted the desk and sat on Will’s lap with a little wriggle to show how much I wanted him. His hands landed on my hips and held them still against the growing bulge underneath my butt.
Marco raised a thick eyebrow and sat in the chair on the other side of the desk.
“I’m glad you’re here.” Will stroked his thumbs down my sides.
A delicious explosion of goosebumps rippled across my skin.
I turned my face to his. “Me too, now kick Marco out.” I flung Marco an apologetic smile.
Will chuckled. “After we talk.”
He shook his head and let go of my waist. “Marco brought a contract over for us to look at.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m no businesswoman.”
“True,” Will said with a grin.
“This contract is for you and Will,” Marco said, opening his briefcase and taking out a pile of papers.