When I decided it was time to finally put my money where my mouth was and live up to all my boasts and repeated proclamations of finally settling down and writing a book, I was pretty sure what kind of book I wanted it to be.
First, it had to be funny, or, at least, as funny as I could make it; only the readers will know if I actually achieved that goal. Second, I wanted it to be sexy. In other words, I was about to become an erotica author.
Why erotica? And why comic erotica? For two reasons. First, and this gets us past the massive elephant in the room, erotica currently is a popular genre as far as ebook self-publishing is concerned. So, I admit, part of the reason "The Signatures" exists is that I'm going after the $$. But there's a second, just-as-important, reason: I think erotica in a comic setting is, in and of itself, erotic.
In other words, I'm more turned on by a sexual situation when it's played for laughs or at the very least light-hearted than I am by the steamy, oh-so-serious, sweaty and pulse-pounding scenes I often read. Now, I'm not putting down that aspect of the genre; there are some great writers out there who have written some great scenes. It's just that I get a little extra sensual jolt when the scene is played for a giggle.
So, "The Signatures" definitely was going to be a comedy, one with lots and lots of sex. But I needed a heroine. Usually I have problems with names and spend way too much time grabbing surnames out of books (including an old phone book), from the web and off of product boxes. But the name Stacee Pockett, with two Es and two Ts, just jumped out at me. I think I might have been inspired by the character of Charlie Bucket from "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory." Who knows?
But what kind of person was Stacee Pockett to be? Well, I knew that from the start. To add to the eroticism, and to the fun, Stacee would have to be as innocent as could be. Not a virgin, not a prude, but someone whose love of the law and of their work had left them somewhat sheltered and with a disinterest in otherwise hedonistic pursuits (as opposed to her best friend, Evie), and whose upbringing had given them reason to smile at just about everything.
In other words, I knew from the start that Stacee Pockett, with two Es and two Ts, would be sweetness and goodness personified.
It had to be clear to the reader that it wasn't that Stacee didn't like sex, she just equated sex with a boyfriend-type relationship that would lead to a husband-type relationship, and she had time nor desire for neither. In the outset of the book she declares to Evie (who has no such compunction about sex) that sex is a distraction that she just didn't want in her life at the moment.
Little does she know, as the day begins, that the events of this particular Tuesday would pay no attention to the restrictions Stacee Pockett had placed on her life. And by the day's end, Stacee would come to realize that perhaps she liked sex just a little more than she thought she did.
To add to the sense of Stacee's innocence and isolation as the crazy events unfold, I made it a point to specify Stacee's relative shortness — she's 5'4" — and to make just about every other character in the book taller. But, as readers will see, just because Stacee is the shortest person in the book doesn't mean she's the least powerful. At least one of the other characters will find that out the hard way.
And, for good measure, I decided to make Stacee both beautiful and busty, although she has no idea just how beautiful and sexy she really is.
I really came to like Stacee Pockett very much, and I'm already kicking around some ideas for Stacee's return. (My next book will feature a much different type of heroine, however.)
I hope you like her too.