Real Randy Rose

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Real life ripped-off from my special guy to let me see what I might've missed growing up a moderately, sexually repressed teenager and young adult, along with a peek into my sexual awakening and beast-girl college past. This entire collection bears that dangerous moniker: Based Upon a True Story. More

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About Rose Maru

Born a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away... no, wait, that wasn't me, but sometimes it certainly seems like it.

Before getting into all the fun details, I want to clear the air of a rather large aspect of my writing because it has a huge impact on my work: I have HSDS (Hypoactive Sexual Desire Syndrome). In fact, if it weren't for my HSDS, I wouldn't be here and you wouldn't be there reading this - my previously unpublished writings were explorations into kick-starting my, ahem, 'motor.' I tried to explore anything that might cause a little tingle below, even ideas and concepts my thinking brain refused to hear. Creating an alter-ego in my stories allowed me to safely penetrate the veil of non-existence - I was forced to think about sexy thoughts and situations.

I wrote for years covering a wide range of topics, my husband providing a large number of seedlings from which to grow my stories (HSDS... what do you expect? Much to my dismay, what I learned to expect was very raunchy pillow-talk. Much to his dismay, he learned to expect me to leap from bed saying, "Oh! That is so good, I've got to write it down!"). It turns out, writing romantic erotica usually wasn't doing it for me. I gave up on it for a period of time - in essence, I gave up trying to help myself, as well.

Then my significant's bright idea: if it didn't help me, maybe it would help someone else. I was back to writing again, or more correctly, preparing my work for release unto an unsuspecting public (I have now officially absolved myself from any evil that befalls you after reading my books - it's all his fault). So I dredged up my folder of rough and unpolished stories - damn, I wrote this much? No wonder I wasn't having sex, I was busy writing about it. (Fib alert: so not true it's not funny. Not the 'not having sex' part, but the lack of bedroom action wasn't really due to my writing.)

An odd thing happened, though, as I was rereading my material and editing it. I felt a little something that I hadn't experienced in a long time. I actually felt a little tingle from down below. That soft little call, while editing some stories, started to get a little louder - still very quiet, but it was most certainly there where it hadn't been for decades. I gave in to the siren call almost immediately - surprised the hell out of my husband (thank goodness it wasn't the UPS guy at the door during those moments). Complete, spontaneous, due-to-my-doing rumpy-bumpy. Holy humper, Batman, I'm fixed!

I wish. It disappeared again, just as easily slipping back into my 'normal abnormal' routine of never thinking about it within hours. Back to editing. Being the patient sort, I allowed myself to edit a whole three paragraphs before anguish sets in, "It's not working! Ah! I'm broken forever!" Luckily, I have a never say die attitude (Fib alert: ... no, wait, this isn't my stories where I have to include a 'truth' section - let me have my freaking moment), and said, "Piss on it, I'm still going to release my work. I've come this far."

And so it went - although much to my joy (and my hubby's) - every so often, I'd find myself showing such obvious responses to passages, it was apparent to even an HSDS girl - and we'd make joy (sometimes several times) to the situation. I wasn't fixed, but at least I had a crutch.

Which leaves me editing my old material, exploring new, and tormenting you with it - where I hope it does you some good, too. If it can't make you happy that way, I hope it'll at least provide you a little laugh the other way - especially since I do provide a 'Truth and Consequences' side to all my stories at the end of each book where I detail the nitty-gritty and harsh reality of every piece. This allows everyone's inner voyeur to be released because my HSDS does a great job of preventing me from grasping 'TMI,' so I tend to spill my guts back there in my books.

As for my bio (side note: doesn't that make it an 'auto-bio?'), I'm a cute, twenty-one year-old (Fib Alert! Oh my Lord! If you're writing fantasy-fiction, at least make it believable!) - crap, okay, fine, I'm old enough to probably be your sister - from a second marriage - so we're not blood related, which means you don't have to get all weirded out about reading sex stuff about me) - and I live in the Pacific Northwest where I am still happily married to my first husband (very funny - he edits my other fibs so I have to tell the truth, but leaves the happily married one)... at least until he reads the final published product where I changed the truth section in every book back to being brutally honest contrary to his corrections.

And, yes, that is me on the cover of all my books, but I'm not spilling the beans here, you have to read the book.

Reviews

Review by: Thomas Lawrence on Aug. 25, 2017 :
What we have here is a marvelously clever conceptual point of view brought to fruition in a highly entertaining collection of stories written with style, imagination and wit. The stories are all based on actual events in the life of the author's husband, Randy, and his interactions with some of the women in his life. The fun twist is that Rose writes the stories from the point of view of those women. So each story is being narrated by a different woman. That would be a challenge for any writer but Rose pulls it off in grand fashion. While most of the stories don't have the same level of highly charged eroticism (OK, let's be honest, raunchiness) as some of her other works, they are every bit as enjoyable, if not more so. After reading this book you'll have a better understanding of the character of the man who has stood by Rose for most of her adult life, shared the tough times, celebrated the victories with her and gently guided (pushed?) her to be and do more than she thought she could. As much as she may hate to admit it, without Randy, Rose Maru would not be who she is today.
(reviewed 44 days after purchase)
Review by: Sirnobby on July 30, 2017 :
Beautifully written book, literoritica need just be for women but many Blokey blokes will enjoy such a sensuous read. Gives a good insight into the women's point of view about sex and dating.
Started reading the book commuting on a train and had to miss my stop due to a very uncomfortable bulge in my trousers.
I won't spoil the suspense you need to read it for yourself.
(reviewed 82 days after purchase)
Review by: Sirnobby on July 30, 2017 :
Beautifully written book, literoritica need just be for women but many Blokey blokes will enjoy such a sensuous read. Gives a good insight into the women's point of view about sex and dating.
Started reading the book commuting on a train and had to miss my stop due to a very uncomfortable bulge in my trousers.
I won't spoil the suspense you need to read it for yourself.
(reviewed 82 days after purchase)
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