All about Barbara Huffert

Bio -- In the past year I've rearranged my entire life. Or started to since I'm no where near finished. Actually, I'm not sure where I'll end up but one thing I know for sure is that it'll be an adventure.
Here's what's happened so far. I was reorganized out of a job in a company I'd worked for for nearly 23 years. Once out, I realized how stale things had gotten and although I miss some of the people I do not miss the job. I stumbled into a new job that is so completely different you can't imagine. So far so good with that endeavor. I had three books published, two with Total-E-Bound and one with Ellora's Cave. I've always written but previously just for me. Sure I let a few friends read things but sending my stories out there for the entire world to see? I would have said it was impossible. One other major change, I ended a 15 year relationship. Can anyone give me some pointers on how to go about dating again? I have no idea!
How Barbara got into Erotic Romance
I never sat down and decided to write erotic romances. It's just what came out. All my life I've had journals where I recorded random thoughts and narratives of my life. I didn't think to attempt a book until a friend challenged me. We were discussing something we had read, commenting on how poorly written it was and I claimed that I could do better. She dared me to prove it. Also I didn't think to try and be published until my friends pushed me into it. Pushed as in nagged ceaselessly. I submitted to shut them up, thinking I could show them my rejection letter and that would be the end of it. Guess they were right after all since I got an acceptance instead.
The Scoop!
Right now I'm working on too many things at once so nothing's getting finished. I'm revising some things in order to submit them, writing new stories and plotting in my head. No wonder I'm so tired all the time.
What Barbara likes to read...
Everything and anything. I've been known to read the shampoo bottle if there's nothing else within reach. My favorite authors change with my mood. It's not unusual for me to have several books going at once, an ebook for when I'm working on the computer and need a break, an upstairs book and a downstairs book.
INTERVIEW
The Sensible Questions:
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1. What made you start writing erotic romance?
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It's what is inside my head. I didn't really have a choice once the characters picked me to tell their story.
- 2. What inspired you to write your first book?
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A friend challenged me after I made the claim that I could write something better than the book we had just finished.
- 3. What's your process for writing a book?
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I sit down and write. The characters live in my head and feed me what they think you should know. Sometimes it's as if there's a continuous movie playing that I can start and stop at will, sometimes one character narrates, sometimes several all talk at once. There are also times when I'm certain my cat, Mouse, purrs the stories to me. I think he's the real storyteller in the family.
- 4. What do you enjoy about writing?
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I love to go back and reread what I've written and discover things I don't remember.
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5. What really p's you off about writing?
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Uncooperative characters. I have one WIP that the heroine didn't want to let me finish it. I finally had to threaten to blow her up in a plane crash before she would tell me the ending.
- 6. Who would you count as your biggest supporters?
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My small circle of reader friends and my bigger circle of on-line writer friends. I don't know what I'd do without those awesome ladies.
- 7. How do you celebrate when you finish a book?
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By sharing it with someone new in addition to the usual friends. Last time was an amazing woman who I'd been chatting with on one of the groups.
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8. Describe your writing space.
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Um, my purple couch in my palest pink living room with at least one of my three cats trying to help me type. Maybe I should let them. Could be interesting reading what they come up with.
Storyteller Mouse
Bixby, my calming influence
Harry, the comic relief
The Naughty Questions:
- How many toys do you have in your toy-box? (and we don't mean Barbie dolls!)
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Mm, toys. Not enough room here to list them all with their multiple uses. Email me and we'll talk!
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What or who does your ideal man look like?
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I don't really have an ideal man. Sometimes I find I'm attracted to the least likely one. I like when that happens because it's always such a surprise.
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Top or bottom?
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Do I have to choose, can't I have both?
- How would you describe you sex life?
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Read my books for a partial description and stay tuned for more installments.
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Have any of your toys accidentally gone "public"? Tell us all about it. (We won't tell)
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Accidentally? Not possible. I'll talk to anyone about anything and I'm not opposed to demonstrations if there are questions!
Releases
Barbara Huffert's Releases
All Roads Lead to Ripon
Part of the Bound Brits Anthology
Sometimes is pays to revisit the past.
Jane runs from a smothering ex who won't take no for an answer right into the last thing she's looking for -- a mysterious stranger who appears wherever she is, watching her.
Simon knows they're meant for each other the first time he sees her. Why she can't just do as he says and accept that is almost beyond him.
Can some help from an interested observer be what they need to have a forever together?
What the reviewers are saying
5 out of 5! Reviewer Top Pick!
Come across the pond anytime Bound Brits writers. Every author has written a great, highly erotic story filled with its own wonderfully written drama. Excited anticipation transports the reader into the heart and soul of their characters as each learns their partner's prowess and vulnerability. -
Dee, Night Owl Romance.
Barbara Huffert leaves us flush with excitement from her endeavor. Jane is running away from home. She leaves her ex behind to start over in England . Everywhere she goes she notices a man watching her. Who is he and what does he want? Simon knows he is stalking Jane, but she is perfect for him. She has a stubborn streak that keeps defying him. When will she realize that he is right and they were made for each other? ALL ROADS LEAD TO RIPON is a fantastic tale that takes us on a path of discovery. -
Melissa, NovelTalk
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EXCERPT:
"Enough," he snapped. "Lower your voice or I'll give you the spanking you deserve right here."
She balked. "As if. You don't have the balls…"
"Bloody hell." In a flash, he had his foot propped up on the nearest ledge and Jane bent over his thigh. Her arms were twisted behind her back, her wrists clamped in one hand. "Silence, Miss Templeton." His flattened palm landed on her curved cheek.
"Hey, ow." She struggled to get free.
"I said silence. Hold still," he commanded with a flurry of swats. His hand was beginning to sting. Even though she was protected by a layer of denim and presumably some sort of knickers her arse probably was too. He wished he were able to watch her cheeks turn that spectacular shade of red and feel the heat radiating from her smarting flesh. That she'd pushed him to administer her first spanking today, here, prematurely, instead of as he'd planned infuriated him even more than her childish disregard of common sense. He clipped her harder.
"Stop. Oh God, stop or I'll scream," she gasped, squirming in a futile attempt to avoid the blows.
"No. You won't. You know that as well as I do because you would have already done so were you going to." His hand flew ceaselessly.
"Please," she whimpered, crying openly. "Please. Don't."
The haze of anger faded enough for him to realise that her reaction was changing. At first, Jane had fought to escape and to shift away from his hand. She had been rigid with fear and demanding he release her. Now however, her entire demeanour was altered. He became more methodical with his slaps and was thrilled with how her hips shifted as if seeking more. Moans interrupted her sobs. She continued to beg, softly now, but for him to continue instead of to stop.
"Are you ready to be reasonable?" he asked, pausing the spanking to caress her curves.
His voice seemed to draw her from the trance and Jane stiffened immediately. "You bastard! Let me go."
Renewed fury surged through him and he resumed her punishment. "Language, Miss Templeton," he repeated. "I won't tolerate it." He emphasised his words with a few strategically placed smacks. "If I need to remind you again, I'll thrash your bare arse no matter where we are." His thumb grazed the seam of her jeans covering her slit. "I can feel your wetness through your trousers. I can't wait to witness it unhindered."
My Last Dark Day
Things are often not as they first appear…
What's a woman to do when faced with yet another in a never-ending cycle of anniversaries guaranteed to ruin her day?
Step one, respond when contacted on-line by a friendly couple.
Step two, accept the wife's claim of the husband's empathic sensitivities as fact.
Step three, go along quietly when the husband miraculously comes to the rescue just when he's needed most.
Step four, have the courage to put complete control in his more than capable hands.
Step five, don't think. Go with the flow. Be open to all possibilities. Relax and enjoy.
Step six, repeat frequently.
What the reviewers are saying
4/5 from Night Owl Romance
Since My Last Dark Day was written in first person and the heroine had many emotional issues, the book was psychologically intense. Personally, I liked the added tension and felt Ms. Huffert did a good job of getting me and keeping me in the Heroine's head. -
Night Owl Romance
An 85 Rating from Miss Giggles
My Last Dark Day, being short and straight to the point, is what it is. I am not going to touch about characterization and romance because it is not that kind of story. The only thing I am concerned with, therefore, is that it works for me. That is more than enough for me. -
Miss Giggles
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EXCERPT:
"Stop thinking. Concentrate on your body instead." One hand returned to my bare pussy, petting, rubbing, stroking. "You're aroused. Look at your nipples," he paused until I did, seeing the truth in their puckered state. "Your pussy is already wet just from that little bit of attention. It wants more. You want more. I'm here, hon. I know what you need. And I will give it to you. Oh yeah, I can give you exactly what you need. I can help you. I want to help you. I can make you feel what you've been missing all these years. I know how." His thumb traced my slit but didn't part it. "But not until you say it. Not until you tell me this is what you want. Not unless you ask me to help you." A fraction deeper but no where near deep enough. I moaned. "It's up to you. You have to say it or nothing more will happen tonight. You have to tell me you're putting yourself in my hands, that you want me to teach you how to find pleasure." The movement ceased, his palm resting on my mound, poised to continue if I actually found the courage to do what we both knew I desired.
"Please," I said in a small voice.
"Please what?"
"Please. P-please help me. Show me what it's like," I pleaded. I waited but he didn't respond. He merely stared with one eyebrow raised, silently demanding that I continue. "Please teach me to feel. Teach me about pleasure and passion. Do whatever it takes so I can finally get it. Give me what I need. Please help me. Oh please," I practically sobbed.
"You're sure? You're turning yourself over to me willingly, knowing that if you do, I will be intimately acquainted with your entire body by the time we're finished here?"
"Yes, I understand all that. Yes, I'm giving myself to you completely," I said, hearing myself, wanting what I was asking for yet not quite believing I was about to do what I was about to do. "I'm putting myself in your hands because, I trust you to take care of me."
His expression was pure satisfaction. I responded correctly and he was pleased. Until then, I hadn't realised how important that had become, but apparently it was. Very much so. And, my actually having done so made me feel proud of myself. So proud I would have giggled with glee had he not chosen that second to curl his fingers, cupping my mound firmly. I gasped, my eyes blinking between his hand and his face.
"Flat on your back now," he said. "You'll be able to feel what I'm doing so there's no need to watch."
I hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at his wife. For a moment, I let myself get so caught up in everything that I all but forgot she was there, that she even existed at all. Now that I was on the brink of having sex with her husband I was suddenly panicked at what she must think of me. Surely, she thought me a real tramp, a total slut, begging for it, offering myself up for anything and everything right in front of her.
"I told you to stop thinking," he snapped. "If you want my attention then keep yours on me."
Beyond Meddling
Evan Wilton is lost and confused. So much so he's about to let Belynda Himmel, the woman of his dreams, slip away. He has every intention of doing just that, for Be's own good of course, when his grandfather shows up to knock some sense into him.
Now if only he can get past the fact that the man died months ago and actually manage to listen to him, he might end up where he's always wanted to be--in spite of himself.
Barbara Huffert's Backlist
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Deal of a Lifetime
- Genre Contemporary Erotic Romance
ISBN 9781419909641
- Publisher Ellora's Cave
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