13 December, 2012

#GuestPost : Portrait of Our Marraige by Martha Emms

A girl, a guy, a couple. Romance, a love, then marriage, and family. Sounds like the perfect romance novel, right?
Well, kind of, but this is not your typical romance novel.

Memoirs of Love, Family, the Internet, and Obsession
by Martha Emms, has a bit of everything and is a good, adult read for both men and women. 
It’s like getting your own personal reality show between two covers. 
Steamy romance and hot sex, it also has humor, conflict, some craziness, drama, intensity, and everything needed to tell this powerful story. 
It will both entertain and shock you as it crosses the boundaries that most books will not touch. This is a story about one woman’s life as her husband’s casual interest in pornography becomes an obsession.
Their journey takes you through events in their life. From snow skiing, an amazing wedding, and into forbidden territory behind closed doors.  
This book isn’t about what's right or wrong, but it is about life. 

Several things helped to inspire this story and added to the realism: 
First, “Portrait of Our Marriage” was inspired initially by an episode on The Oprah Show, that I watched years ago. The episode dealt with the issue of porn addiction. 
Second, I had a dream and it was like watching a movie, it was told through the wife’s point of view. Her life story unfolded while looking at pictures on a digital display device. It was so real and since I kept having the dreams, I felt it was important to me and that it had a meaning and so began my journey in writing this book. 
Third, I wanted truth behind the story. I needed to understand the emotion and events that could really happen while living with this type of addiction. The affects it could have on a loved one, a couple, and a marriage. That’s where I gathered and used information from eight women, who were living this story each in their own way.

You want romance? The romance will seduce you. 
But this book is about so much more. Discovering who she is and her boundaries, Nicky, the main character, must decide what she will endure for love. 
LOVE versus ADDICTION, a story you will not forget. 

Read an Excerpt: 

Excerpt from Portrait of Our Marriage
Martha Emms
Genre – Women’s Fiction, Reality Romance, Women’s Romance

Jason and Reed had moved our tent to a secluded area further down the creek so we could enjoy privacy on our honeymoon. I was not a virgin, and Brett and I already knew each other intimately, but still there was a nervousness that filled the tent. Thinking about it I was thankful that was all behind us. A virgin. Who wants to be sore at a time when you’re supposed to enjoy lots of sex? And who wants to be married to someone who might not be sexually compatible with you? Not me. I was glad I had already been with Brett. Still, I was feeling anxious. This would be the first time we’d be making love as man and wife.
Alone in the tent, I stripped naked and pulled out the honeymoon gift Beth left for me. Pulling up the cute white lace panties I reached around my back and tied the rear ruffled bow. The sexy white negligee had a loose neckline that fell low in the front and three bows that tied in the back. It felt wonderfully soft and silky, sending tingles across my skin as I slipped it over my head and it glided lightly across my body.
Brett was washing off in the creek. He entered the tent wearing white boxers, which while accentuating his tan also made him look very hot and sexy. The look on his face when he saw me, and the way his strong arms, muscular thighs, and flat ripped abs shone in the lantern light, were my undoing. My insides quivered. I wanted him so much.
His voice husky, he moved toward me. “You look beautiful, Mrs. Ketchum!” he said, his look of admiration devouring me.
My breath caught in my throat, “So do you, my husband.”
Brett’s arms were quickly around me, he held me as we gazed at each other. For a moment we simply looked into each other’s eyes. Beholding, searching the depths. His pupils widened, opening the window to his soul. Love, passion, or magnetic attraction, whatever it is that draws each of us into that trusting, loving, and believing behavior we seek in each other, it was all there, reflecting in his eyes as well as mine.
We embraced close enough that I felt a huge bulge, more than what I felt normally, harden and protrude from below. I moved back and looked at him, my questioning eyes went downward towards his boxers and he laughed out loud.
A hearty laugh! “It’s ah, something of a surprise for you from Beth,” he chuckled. “I actually feel pretty silly but she wanted me to gift wrap it for you.”
A puzzled expression spread across my face.
He moved away, turned his back to me and dropped his drawers, exposing his wonderfully chiseled ass. Then he turned to face me. His penis had a large white silk bow tied around it. Wrapped. It was actually wrapped. His penis was totally wrapped like a miniature mummy with a silk sash that tied into a bow at the top. I gasped and couldn’t control the laughs that escaped my lips.
Clapping my hands I exclaimed, moving forward, “I . . . am really going to have to find a special way to thank Beth. I love presents, especially those with bows on them.” I gently grabbed the bow while holding the wrapped appendage and pulled one of the tails loose. Undoing the bow, I began a slow unwrapping of my gift, torturing the bearer. Once unwrapped, I kissed the head. Yes, the one below. It wiggled and bounced upward.
“Not now,” I said. “That will come later.” And I tossed the ribbon to the ground.
Brett rubbed his hands over the silky material of my negligee. “This feels nice, soft,” he murmured, turning me so he faced my back. Carefully, he began untying the bows on the back of the nightgown.
“That’s one,” he said as he moved to untie the next bow. “That’s two,” he said nuzzling in between the silky fabric. His mouth pressed against me. He took his time, placing kisses across my back. “Hmm, and here’s three,” he untied the bow by the arch of my back then pushed the gown totally open.
The gown fell to the front; it slid down over my shoulders and across the tips of my breast as it fell to the ground. His palms glided down, caressing my sides and waist, then his mouth grazed across my skin, his breath hot. He slumped down onto his knees, untied the bow right over my butt, grabbed my panties, and pushed the fabric open, granting him access. He whispered, “That’s four.” Then he grabbed each buttock cheek, placed kisses slowly on each one until he ran his tongue up my lower back where he found a spot and sucked, pulling gently. I could feel the burn of my blood rising to the outer layer of my skin.
Parting my legs only slightly his finger entered me. Feeling my wetness, he moaned, “Mmmm, you’re so warm. You feel so wonderful, like honey. You’re almost ready.” He proceeded to suckle four areas by the dimpled area of my lower back, branding me with hickeys while fingering me, stimulation that sent me over the edge.
I could stand no more and turned to face him. Grabbing the front of my panties he pulled them down. He kissed me there. Parting my legs, his tongue entered flickering and teasing. He began his loving assault. My hands on his head, the side of his face, I held him to me and begged, “I . . . want, want . . .”
“What do you want, tell me?” He asked as he brought me down with him, on top of the sleeping bags.
“Oh God Brett, I want you. Only you!” I cried out.
I lay back naked, aroused, and open under his gaze. Cupping the mounds of my breasts he licked, sucked, bringing them to life. They were pink, pointed, puffy, and throbbing. I ached for him, my hips wiggled to seduce him as he held himself over me, and then, in a frenzy, we joined. It was if he took control of my body and I was his. Our thrusting became a playful form of sexual sparring. We laughed, giggled, and moaned, sweating profusely. When Brett could go no more, both of us were fulfilled and complete. The hot mound between my legs was now swollen with a heartbeat of its own, still vibrating from our coming. Nothing was as wonderful as a well-loved body. It was like being reborn. Cradled in Brett’s arms, my one arm rested across his chest, I smiled a most contented smile. This man was my husband.

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  1. Love vs addiction is a great tagline!

  2. Yes this sounds like a great book!

    Syl Stein

  3. Just sent you a note about a novel I'd like you to review. Know you're not doing anything now, but if you ever come up for air, I'd appreciate a contact. After "Portrait of Marriage," I think my book might be the kind you would be interested in. "Portrait" is interesting not just becuase of the subject, but the language and handling of the sexual material. My long epic of law and love/lust deals with the failure of a long term marriage and the aftermath and does include explicit sex and adult language. The problem is it's not erotica, but it's not romance either. It's a highly dramatized look at modern marriage include sexual dysfunction and other psychological problems.