EJ chatted with us over e-mail giving us a glimpse of the man in which he keeps very hush hush. .
Well look no further...........
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
I
think when I was attending college. I started taking creative writing courses.
How long does it take you to write a book?
I've
only written one book.The first draft of "Just Like That" took about
a year and a half. Additionally, the revisions were about seven months . The editing process lasted another
month or two.
What is your work schedule like when you're writing?
During
those two and a half years I usually got started about 8 AM and worked until
maybe 3 PM. Some days I
was writing as much as eight hours and others it was as little as an hour or
two.
Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?
About
four years ago I was probably a hundred pages into Fifty Shades when I had the
idea of writing about
a more mature, experienced woman who met a guy who introduced her to bondage. I
knew that I wanted her to be good-looking and a bit sassy. That woman turned
into the 41 year old, recently widowed Alexandra Bond and that guy became 35
year old hunk, former lawyer turned children's book author Jesse Cooper.
Tell us a little about your background!
Tell us a little about your background!
I'd
like to remain a bit of a mystery. I will divulge that I graduated college. I
grew up in New York, lived for a short time upstate and currently reside in New
Jersey.
What secret talents do you have?
I'm
a natural athlete and do a few impressions.
If you could be any fictional character, who would you choose?
If you could be any fictional character, who would you choose?
Jesse
Cooper
If you had to choose, which one would it be: intelligent but not that good looking, or good looking but not that intelligent?
If you had to choose, which one would it be: intelligent but not that good looking, or good looking but not that intelligent?
Good
looking. Believe it or not you can become more intelligent - or at least
smarter.
What do you do if you can’t sleep at night? Do you count
sheep? Toss and Turn? Try to get up and do something productive?
I
try to get up and do something UNproductive.
When making an entrance into a party, do you make your presence known? Do you slip in and look for someone you know? Do you sneak in quietly and find a safe spot to roost?
When making an entrance into a party, do you make your presence known? Do you slip in and look for someone you know? Do you sneak in quietly and find a safe spot to roost?
Slip
in and look for someone I know.
When do you find yourself singing?
Whenever
it hits me.
What's the absolute best vacation you can imagine?
What's the absolute best vacation you can imagine?
About
a year to roam with money to burn.
If someone asked you to give them a random piece of advice, what would you say?
Stay
healthy
Do you write naked?
No
What’s your favorite joke?
"What is the difference between "ooooooh"and "aaaaaaah"? About three inches."What’s your favorite joke?
Pool or Beach
Beach
Brad Pitt or George Clooney
Brad Pitt or George Clooney
George Clooney
Less Filling or Tastes Great
Tastes Great
Pudding or Jello
Pudding
Shaken or Stirred
Stirred
Manchester United or Man Chest Hair United
Manchester United
Car with no shoes or Shoes with no car
Car with no shoes
Currency named after you or Country named after you
Currency named after you or Country named after you
Currency named after you
Bald or Hairy
Hairy
In or Out
In
If you could ask the Beantown Bitches Book Page one question...What would it be?
EJ: Are you ladies really as wild as you seem?
YES! The shenanigan's we get into even surprise us at times!
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UNEDITED EXCERPT :
“Tiramisu it is.” He looks to the waiter, who is quickly gathering plates. “We’re going to share a tiramisu but give us ten minutes.”
The waiter has barely taken two steps. Jesse leans in and whispers in my ear, “Are you wearing panties?”
I look at him to try getting some clue. Is he serious? I can’t determine. Jesse looks calm, like he’s simply waiting patiently for my response. My head is spinning as I nervously tap my foot.
“Yes I am … why?” Why? Why am I responding?
“Let’s spice it up. How about going into the ladies room and removing them?”
I have no intention of doing any such thing, despite the fact that I am getting increasingly turned on. I am expecting to just say no. Instead I blurt out, “What about you?”
“Sure, I’ll do the same. Let’s meet back here.”
Jesse gets up and stands behind my chair. I turn around and up to look him in the eyes. His expression tells me nothing. Time seems to be standing still. Finally, I rise and slowly start walking toward the restrooms, all the while turning again and again to make sure that Jesse is right behind.
I enter the restroom far from certain about my next move. I quickly observe one stall unoccupied and enter it to ponder my options. Standing there and doing nothing is making me more nervous than I already am. I remove my panties and stuff them into my bag. Great! Now I’m sweating. Putting aside my short evening with Glen, it’s been two decades since I’ve dated; surely this zaniness can’t be the new normal? Or is it me? Perhaps I’ve dispensed smoke signals that made Jesse comfortable enough to be this brazen? Fuck, who am I kidding? I started this last Sunday.
I exit the stall and look in the mirror. I freshen up by the sink. Two deep breaths don’t stop my hand from trembling.
Exiting the restroom, I look toward our table. Jesse is already seated and the waiter seems to be serving our dessert. As I approach the table, Jesse stands and pulls out my chair a bit.
He picks up his spoon and looks my way. “Bon appétit.”
I pick up my spoon.
“Ladies first,” he says, grinning.
I can’t control my trembling. I wish I could discount the possibility that Jesse is brazen enough to reach his hand toward my thigh area, or possibly beyond. Two spoonfuls are all I can stomach. Laying down my spoon is a relief.
“So, is it good?” he asks. Considering that I ordered it without looking at the menu, I wonder if that question had anything to do with the tiramisu.
“Very … good.”
“Alex, have some more.”
“No, I’m good.” I’m still a mess, but my hand is not shaking. I want his hands on me, but just not now.
Jesse takes one last spoonful.
He spots the waiter and signals that he wants the check. I have managed to tone down the sweating and shakes. What I can’t manage is my libido. Seven months without it. The last time I can remember feeling such a sense of naughty anticipation was before entering Walt’s bedroom for the first time. That eighteen year old wasn’t shaking in her boots.
Neither my physical nor emotional state changes one iota during the ride back to my place. I feel a bit relieved as we pull onto my driveway. If something is going to happen, at least now it will be on my home turf.
It has just turned dark. My outside lights have taken full effect. At my front door, Jesse moves in close, poised for our first kiss. I take a quick step back, displaying my keys. “Would you like to come in?”
“I certainly would.”
The tremble in my hand has returned, making it difficult to insert the key. As I push open the door, I first notice that he has a small duffle bag off to his side.
Pointing to his bag, I ask, “What’s that?” He smiles, but says nothing. We both step inside and, by force of habit, I lock the door. Instantly, from behind, Jesse forcefully raises my hands, pinning them up against the door. My bag comes crashing down. I cringe from the thud.
“Do you trust me?”
The waiter has barely taken two steps. Jesse leans in and whispers in my ear, “Are you wearing panties?”
I look at him to try getting some clue. Is he serious? I can’t determine. Jesse looks calm, like he’s simply waiting patiently for my response. My head is spinning as I nervously tap my foot.
“Yes I am … why?” Why? Why am I responding?
“Let’s spice it up. How about going into the ladies room and removing them?”
I have no intention of doing any such thing, despite the fact that I am getting increasingly turned on. I am expecting to just say no. Instead I blurt out, “What about you?”
“Sure, I’ll do the same. Let’s meet back here.”
Jesse gets up and stands behind my chair. I turn around and up to look him in the eyes. His expression tells me nothing. Time seems to be standing still. Finally, I rise and slowly start walking toward the restrooms, all the while turning again and again to make sure that Jesse is right behind.
I enter the restroom far from certain about my next move. I quickly observe one stall unoccupied and enter it to ponder my options. Standing there and doing nothing is making me more nervous than I already am. I remove my panties and stuff them into my bag. Great! Now I’m sweating. Putting aside my short evening with Glen, it’s been two decades since I’ve dated; surely this zaniness can’t be the new normal? Or is it me? Perhaps I’ve dispensed smoke signals that made Jesse comfortable enough to be this brazen? Fuck, who am I kidding? I started this last Sunday.
I exit the stall and look in the mirror. I freshen up by the sink. Two deep breaths don’t stop my hand from trembling.
Exiting the restroom, I look toward our table. Jesse is already seated and the waiter seems to be serving our dessert. As I approach the table, Jesse stands and pulls out my chair a bit.
He picks up his spoon and looks my way. “Bon appétit.”
I pick up my spoon.
“Ladies first,” he says, grinning.
I can’t control my trembling. I wish I could discount the possibility that Jesse is brazen enough to reach his hand toward my thigh area, or possibly beyond. Two spoonfuls are all I can stomach. Laying down my spoon is a relief.
“So, is it good?” he asks. Considering that I ordered it without looking at the menu, I wonder if that question had anything to do with the tiramisu.
“Very … good.”
“Alex, have some more.”
“No, I’m good.” I’m still a mess, but my hand is not shaking. I want his hands on me, but just not now.
Jesse takes one last spoonful.
He spots the waiter and signals that he wants the check. I have managed to tone down the sweating and shakes. What I can’t manage is my libido. Seven months without it. The last time I can remember feeling such a sense of naughty anticipation was before entering Walt’s bedroom for the first time. That eighteen year old wasn’t shaking in her boots.
Neither my physical nor emotional state changes one iota during the ride back to my place. I feel a bit relieved as we pull onto my driveway. If something is going to happen, at least now it will be on my home turf.
It has just turned dark. My outside lights have taken full effect. At my front door, Jesse moves in close, poised for our first kiss. I take a quick step back, displaying my keys. “Would you like to come in?”
“I certainly would.”
The tremble in my hand has returned, making it difficult to insert the key. As I push open the door, I first notice that he has a small duffle bag off to his side.
Pointing to his bag, I ask, “What’s that?” He smiles, but says nothing. We both step inside and, by force of habit, I lock the door. Instantly, from behind, Jesse forcefully raises my hands, pinning them up against the door. My bag comes crashing down. I cringe from the thud.
“Do you trust me?”
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4 WICKED GREAT STARS
Just Like That by E.J. Cohen
In the beginning I found it hard to stay in the story
however, it did pick up and I enjoyed reading Just Like That.
Alex a recent widow who decides to start dating again sometimes
acted childish than her 41years meets Jesse a younger handsome successful man.
Jesse is a man that knows exactly what he wants in and out
of the bedroom making you go all dreamy eyed.
Together they made me laugh, cringe at her childish actions,
and oh and explosive hot sex scenes light up the pages.
I look forward to more from this author.
Reviewed by Tracey
BIO
I’m an East Coast guy … born and bred in New York … now living in New Jersey. I
have a wonderful wife and son. I have always thought of writing a novel and have finally
put pen to paper. I want to thank the many who have read my book, “Just Like That”, and
am encouraged by how many of you have loved it. The sequel is now in progress.
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Great interview!
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