Author Spotlight

Author Spotlight – Patrick Khayler

Author Spotlight – Patrick Khayler



Patrick Khayler lives in Texas with his wife of many years and two children. Together, they enjoy active family vacations to exotic locations with diverse outdoor activities such as camping, biking and SCUBA diving. He enjoys reading everything, regardless of genre, in any subject that manages to hold his interest at the time.

In fiction, Patrick enjoys stories with detailed character development. Those few gems in which the author has pulled the reader in so deeply, the reader can no longer determine where their own life ends and the protagonist’s begins. Stories where the reader is engrossed the entire time, turning page after page just to find out what happens to themselves. They have lived every moment of each character’s background or know others who have. They can actually see themselves acting in the same way and know it is themselves living the fantasy. Hoping it will never end.

Patrick Khayler’s first book, The Present, was written as a gift to his wife for her  birthday. Written in the erotic romance genre that she enjoys so much, he wanted to compose a story set within the realm of probable while still providing an absolute and total escape from reality. Two people, parents, who love each other completely, actively searching to fulfill their own sexual fantasies… Together.

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An Interview With Patrick Khayler

BookSmacked: When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

Patrick: I think I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I’m a voracious reader. Every genre from fiction to technical writing. When I get lost in a story I always find myself thinking: What if they? Wouldn’t it be cool if? I wish someone would right such and such… I always wanted to start and just hadn’t gotten around to it. Now, I’m an addict.

BookSmacked: How long does it take you to write a book?

Patrick: That depends. My first book started out as a short story for my wife. It blossomed into a novel and then two over about a year. After I submitted the first one and got it accepted, it took another six months to whip it into shape. My second book, Valentine dreams, was written, edited, submitted and published in less than two months. My third, Bound by cotton took me a month or so. My current book has been in process for six months for a lot of unrelated reasons. It should be done soon.

BookSmacked: What is your work schedule like when you’re writing?

Patrick: That’s funny. I have no schedule. My real life dictates when and if I get to write at all. Work, family and kids come first. Writing is a need but a distant second. I write when I can. A word here. A sentence. A page.

BookSmacked: What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

Patrick: My stories are created quickly. In a flash they come to me and I jot down a few notes to preserve them forever. When I write, I let the story determine what will happen to the characters. If they go in a direction other than my plan, I embrace it rather than worry. Scene by scene, my book tells me what it wants to be.

BookSmacked: Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

Patrick: Life. Something happens. I see something. Someone says something. An idea forms and it begins to tumble in my mind. I work it. Massage it and turn it over and over until an outline forms. I want this to happen… It starts like this and ends kind of like this… Then, the writing begins.

BookSmacked: When did you write your first book and how old were you?

Patrick: I wrote my first book about 2 years ago. It was published in January of 2016. I was 47. Now I’m 48 and have written three and I’m about to finish the fourth.

BookSmacked: What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

Patrick: Hanging out with the family. Movies. Reading. Camping. Travel.

BookSmacked: What does your family think of your writing?

Patrick: Only my wife knows. Due to the subject matter, I am very much in the closet. She loves it. I write for her. Someday I’ll come out. When the kids are grown and I’ve retired. I promise.

BookSmacked: What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?

Patrick: How much there is to learn. It never stops. No matter what you write it can always be better. Genre’s are different. Different points of view. Perspective. Language. It is impossible to get it right from beginning to end. You tell your story, apply what you learned and then go on to the next project knowing it will be even better.

BookSmacked: How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?

Patrick: I have written three and one short story. I am about to publish my fourth. I like them each for a different reason. I know each book is better written than the last. I am always trying to better my writing and style. The short story is my favorite so far but it is unpublished. I am waiting for an anthology it will fit into. My current book is the best I have written. I love it. That being said, my first was written to my wife for her birthday present so, it has a lot of meaning.

BookSmacked: Do you have any suggestions to help me become a better writer? If so, what are they?

Patrick: The most important is this: write. You just have to write. Take those wonderful ideas and get them down on paper. Don’t wait for this or that to happen… It never will. Write a word. The word becomes a sentence. The sentence becomes a paragraph. The paragraph a page. Just write. Get it down! If you don’t start you can’t finish.

The second most important thing is to write for yourself. Don’t write for anyone else. Don’t write for money. Don’t write because you know you can create the next number one best seller. Write because you want to free an idea from your mind. Remember, someone out there NEEDS your book.

BookSmacked: Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?

Patrick: I do! I love to hear from my readers. Anything. I hate it. I love it. Anything. Reviews are wonderful reflections. They make you realize your art is appreciated by others. It gives you a sense of community. Of accomplishment. People seem to love the way I evoke erotic ideas and stories. How my words make them feel. How my words make them crave the next page. All the pain is worth a good review. You’ll see.

BookSmacked: What do you think makes a good story?

Patrick: Something novel. Something new. A beginning leading to an end you can’t predict. The writing has to let you slip inside the story. To experience it. To feel what the characters feel. When you can’t stop turning the pages because you HAVE to know what happens next, that is a story.

BookSmacked: What books have most influenced your life?

Patrick: That is so tough. I love so many of them. To Kill A Mocking Bird by Harper Lee is my favorite. Huckleberry Finn and anything by Mark Twain show the way it can be done. I love the dark anti-hero: Jack Reacher books by Lee Child. Tyler Galloway books by David Poyer. Great story tellers: Stephen King, John Grisham, Tolkein and a thousand more. Unbelievable characters: Kenzie Gennaro novels by Dennis Lehane, William Faulkner… Oh my god. I could go on forever.

BookSmacked: What are your future project(s)?

Patrick: I am currently finishing a project called Domina. It is the story of a woman who is tired of relinquishing control to her lover. Tired of satisfying others only to be tossed aside. She becomes a domme’ in paranormal BDSM filled with erotic imagery written completely in Deep Third POV. After that. I need to rewrite a book I wrote a year ago but, knowing what I know now, it has a ton of work before it’s finished. Next year I hope to write a time traveling romance. A science fiction piece, a young adult fantasy and two thrillers which will be more main stream and less romance. They ideas tumble through my mind. Not enough time. Not enough time. The addiction is real.



The Present

Lisa and Davis love each other as much as any two people can. With the children gone for a single evening for the first time ever, the couple’s tenth wedding anniversary already promises unbridled pleasure. A chance meeting with recent divorcee Becky leads Lisa to stumble on the opportunity of a lifetime and she realizes she’s found a priceless object both she and Davis have long desired. If she can just acquire this perfect present, a lust-filled erotic fantasy beyond imagining will provide them all with a night they’ll never forget.
Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!
An adult contemporary romance from Ellora’s Cave

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Copyright © PATRICK KHAYLER, 2015

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

“Becky helped me pick out your anniversary present today,” Lisa said, looking over at Becky with a smirk. “She even helped me wrap it.”

Davis looked back to Becky, intrigued. The light from the windows behind her shone through her skirt, highlighting the space between her legs without actually showing anything. As he stared, a small patch of redness snuck upon both her cheeks. Unable to hold her gaze any longer, he looked back at Lisa, hoping his eyes hadn’t lingered for an inappropriate length of time.

“After all her hard work, I figured taking her to dinner was the least we could do.” Lisa opened the bottle of wine. “Besides…” She loosed a bewitching smile as she filled two glasses. “I was hoping you would want her to see you unwrap it.”

Davis was getting more confused by the minute.”Uhm… I guess that depends on what it is.” He smiled uneasily, knowing the type of presents Lisa had given him in private before. His cock decided to rise rapidly. He shifted closer to the back of the couch, hoping Becky wouldn’t see the swelling in his pants.

“Are you okay?” Lisa asked as she walked past him and into the living room with the two glasses. She handed one to Becky and turned back to face him. She took a small sip from her glass as a wicked grin climbed her face. “You look a little…uncomfortable.”

The two women’s eyes bored into him. His face was on fire. He hoped he wasn’t blushing too badly. He decided to play it off. “Well.” He tried and mostly succeeded at a smile. “When you have two gorgeous, scantily clad women in your living room, something is bound to come up.”

The women giggled at his quip. Their reactions more arousing than embarrassing.

What the hell did they talk about today?

“Well, stop gawking and go get ready,” Lisa commanded. “The sooner we eat dinner, the sooner you can unwrap your gift.” She looked at Becky before they both looked down and giggled again. “I want to give you time to enjoy your dessert…one delicious lick at a time.”

Now Davis was sure he was being excluded from something but he had no idea what it was. He only knew he couldn’t get any harder. He wanted to roll Lisa’s dress up her thighs so badly he couldn’t stand it. Dinner was going to be an eternity. He was going to be rock solid for hours.

“Your wish is my command.” He pretended to tip a nonexistent hat as his cock strained painfully. “Are you sure you won’t join me?” he jested.

Lisa didn’t miss a beat. “Who?” She smiled with mock confusion, switching her gaze from Davis to Becky and back again. “Don’t pretend I didn’t see your eyes burning through her dress.” Her jealousy was all feigned.

“Uhmm…” Again, he had been taken totally by surprise. “That would be you, my love.” His voice cracked as the words barely squeaked free.

“No way,” Lisa quipped. “I’m not going to let you mess up all my hard work.” She snickered, looking at Becky. “I’m not going to let you mess up Becky’s hard work either.” Her eyes lit on Davis’s face again.

Becky put her forehead on Lisa’s shoulder and giggled again.

Davis couldn’t believe what Lisa was saying in front of a stranger. He was dumbstruck. Dumbstruck with a cock that was ready to explode in his pants. “Okaaay…”He drew out the word slowly. “I’ll go get ready.”

“Hurry back,” Becky called sweetly.

Valentine Dreams

Contains a character introduced in The Present

Assistant Principal Becky moved to Houston for a new start but as Valentine’s Day approaches, she can only think about the couple she left behind and that life-changing night they allowed her to share. So when a breathtaking woman suddenly appears and melts Becky’s panties with just one hot look, newly awakened Becky can’t wait for what their next encounter might bring. Hiding her desire to be with another woman is hard enough but dodging her work duties to be with the mysterious, almost unearthly, object of her desire might just end her career. The enchantress promises Becky a Valentine’s Day she’ll never forget but first Becky has to be bold enough to seek out Valentine Dreams of limitless pleasure.
Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!
A contemporary LGBT erotica from Ellora’s Cave




Copyright © PATRICK KHAYLER, 2016

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Becky could actually hear her own heart pounding. The air seemed to move as the woman spoke. Every hair on Becky’s body felt lifted and pulled at the same time, as if the visitor’s presence alone had become a palpable touch. Ethereal fingertips brushed across her neck before dancing down her spine in an indescribable bouquet of sensation. Warmth expanded in her chest, rushing toward her abdomen before leaping across each of her toes.

What’s happening to me?

Becky watched the woman levitate herself into the chair only a few inches from her own, the same perfect posture pressing her breasts outward and hinting at the nipples below. The overpoweringly seductive scent. The woman’s knees touched and turned inward, letting the fabric of her dress brush against Becky’s. She leaned her elbow on the table and rested her chin on the back of her hand, staring with what could only be described as rapt fascination.

“I’m Valentine,” the woman said.

Becky licked her lips, nerves frayed. She didn’t want to move her legs farther away but she wasn’t quite ready to move them closer either. “Like the day?” Her flush deepened. How could I say something so stupid?

Valentine smiled sweetly before setting her palm on Becky’s twitching knee, immediately calming it. “Exactly like the day. As in four days from now.”

Her hand felt wonderful. So warm. So close. “I’m Becky. I can’t say Valentine’s Day is one of my favorites.”

Valentine pushed out her lower lip and tilted her head in a pout. Her hand moved gently from Becky’s knee to her thigh and back down again. “Well then, I’ll just have to change your opinion of my day, won’t I, Rebecca?”

Becky was wet and horny as hell. She’d only met Valentine minutes before and she was already aching to kiss her beautiful mouth but her eyes were drawn to the small tattoo. Half of the heart was now obscured by the top of Valentine’s dress but Becky couldn’t look away from the voluptuous skin beneath it. She wanted to touch it, draw her finger around the outline until she discovered where the arrow led.

“It’s a birthmark,” Valentine said.

Becky’s gaze leaped back to the luscious smile and insanely green eyes. No. Blue eyes. Dark blue. Infinite dreams. I can’t believe I’m thinking about her breasts! “What? I wasn’t

“That damn word again. You have to be willing to ask for the things you want, Rebecca, or you’re never going to get them.”

Becky inhaled sharply. Lisa had said the same thing. A coincidence. “I was looking at the tattoo—”

“Birthmark,” Valentine interrupted.

Valentine took her elbow off the table and cupped Becky’s knee between her hands. She leaned forward, sliding both hands upward as she moved. Her advance halted with her breasts inches away from Becky’s lips. Her fingers pressed through the fabric of Becky’s dress until Becky could feel them against her damp panties. Becky’s breath caught at the touch as she struggled to keep her legs open.

Valentine’s hot breath whispered in Becky’s ear seductively, “Now you can see it properly. All you had to do was ask.”

Valentine’s dress pulled against the skin only a kiss away. Becky stared at the birthmark. Deep red. Perfectly shaped. The arrow disappeared beneath the fabric, hidden from view. God I want you!

“It points to my hard nipple. But,” her soft lips found Becky’s ear with a gentle kiss, “you’re going to have to ask if you want to see for yourself.”

Before Becky could beg for her permission, the seductress sat up slowly, then stood. She placed a fingernail beneath Becky’s chin and led Becky’s gaze upward until the two of them connected across the intervening space. Her voice was sex without limits. “It’s been a pleasure, Rebecca. I’d like to see more of you. A lot more. If that’s what you want. Wear a smile next time. Panties are optional.”

Bound by Cotton

Contains a character introduced in The Present and featured in Valentine Dreams

Becky’s Valentine Dreams left her with a longing for the supernatural, and as another holiday approaches, she’s ripe for another sexual adventure. Museum curator Peter isn’t what she’d expected but, then again, trying to fathom the wants of unearthly beings is complicated at best. His tastes are far more exotic than she’s used to and may just be more extreme than she can handle. Her mysterious new lover can fulfill her every lust-filled fantasy, force her to her knees with a look, have her wet and writhing with a touch and leave her aching for the explosive release only he can bring.
Unimaginable desires tease just beyond her reach, unimagined pleasures tempered by pain, a lifetime of learning in a single night—but first Becky must learn to submit.
Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!
A BDSM erotica from Ellora’s Cave




Copyright © PATRICK KHAYLER, 2016

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

The door closed, plunging her into a darkness lit only by the ephemeral glow of the displays in the distance. Even through her clothes she felt the heat of his body. The hard bulge in his pants pressed against her, demanding attention. His hands gripped her ass and pulled tighter. She snaked her arms around his body. “I don’t know if I can…” She turned her lips upward, hoping her words didn’t disappoint him.

“My sweet Rebecca,” he whispered in reply. “You’ve already begun.”

She tasted his lips. A soft, moist press. His warm tongue touching her own. His hands slipped farther, cupping between her thighs and ass. As he lifted, she relinquished the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist. She panted, touching his head with the backs of her hands as his lips found her neck.

Gentle. The soft heat of his tongue pressed her jaw line, teased her senses for less than a second before slipping another inch, covering every inch of her neck, kiss by succulent kiss. Her back pressed against the closed door and he leaned into her. The bulge beneath his pants teased her clit through her moist panties. She moaned, ready to give him anything he asked as long as he slid his cock into her.

With a gentle nip against her shoulder, he lowered her legs until her feet rested on solid ground. She stood on shaking legs, unable to see anything in the dim light. She could only feel.

His strong hands cupped her face, turning her chin upward to kiss her lips again. He leaned into her, compressing her breasts against his chest. Fingers tangled in her hair, pulled sweetly and bared her throat to his tongue. His free hand slid down her arm and closed around her wrist before raising it above her head and forcing it against the steel frame. She didn’t struggle. She had no desire to escape, only to yield.

His hand released her hair, brushing her cheek before it slid down her other arm. She felt his hot breath on her ear as he lifted her other wrist above her head to join the first.

“Are you mine?” he asked, his tone low.

She barely managed to find a single word. “Yes.”

His tongue lapped her earlobe. She tried to push her hips against him but his pelvis ground hard, holding her in place. He shifted his grip, holding both her wrists in a single hand.

“I can smell your arousal. The scent of beauty.” His voice had become heated passion.

He stepped slightly, opening space between them but refusing to release her hands. She opened her eyes to see him but a dark outline was all he’d become. His fingertip touched her lips and she took it into her mouth, sucking lightly. A promise to yield. She released the suction with regret, allowing his finger to resume its downward pull. Her chin. Her throat. Her chest. He cupped her breast and slid lower. She gasped and urged her hips forward.

“I will make you my masterpiece.” His hand found the hem of her dress, pulling upward. “Are you willing to learn?”

“I am.” Her resistance had faded long ago. She wanted him inside her. Nothing less would quench her need.


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