And of course, some come with a story we already know....
Have a wonderful weekend and I hope you get lots of scrummy kisses.
But to me writing about sex means simply writing about sex. At no moment during the writing process, I think about what I would do or wouldn’t do. I find my personal preferences utterly irrelevant as far as the sexual activities of my characters are concerned.
When I write about how Owen accepts the invitation of happy couple Sebastian and Davin in Three, or how Isaac learns to face his enjoyment in being the Dominant to his lover Tom’s submissiveness in the Calling the shots series I’m not there. It’s about them, their choices and fantasies and experiences. I use the language that feels natural for them within the boundaries of the story, regardless if in reality it might make me blush like a genuine virgin. The distance between the story and myself as a private person is as absolute as possible, but so is the honesty. I’d rather squirm in embarrassment when I realise what I’ve actually written, than use euphemisms for the wrong reasons.
And yet, I am there. Not in the sexual outspokenness of the genre, but in the almost subconscious returning of one theme, namely that of the committed relationship. I don’t choose it; it chooses me, so to say.
One of the big themes of romantic (with or without explicit sex) fiction is that of two people falling in love and the obstacles they meet on their way to the happy end. But for me that’s when it gets interesting.
I’m more curious about what happens after the heroes of the story have decided that yes, they are meant to be together. I want to know how Steve and Daniël in Ravages deal with the consequences of life-changing violence as a couple, how Isaac and Tom in Calling the shots integrate D/s in their relationship while being and remaining equal partners.
And that’s perhaps more telling about me than any amount of explicitly written sex, kinky or not.
Ravages (written as R.A.Padmos) published by Manifold Press http://www.manifoldpress.co.uk/2011/08/ravages/
Three (written as S. Dora) published by Total E-Bound
The first part of Calling the shots, Facing the truth, will be published in March, also by Total E-Bound
I took several days O-F-F recently. Although Colorado has been having a relatively mild winter, winter is still winter.
I headed south for the Texas coast. It was still winter in Texas. But there’s winter and there’s winter. It was restorative to see some plants in bloom. One evening, it was foggy as wind whipped across the Gulf, turning the town ghostly.
I saw three dozen different species of birds. I sat on the beach, albeit with a jacket on! I took off my shoes and rolled up the hem of my trousers and waded in. Last August, the water had felt warm, like a bathtub, and I played for hours. The water this time of year was more like a cold shower! It was invigorating.
After taking some time totally away, walking on the beach, collecting a few shells, snapping over five hundred pictures, eating some fresh seafood, something amazing happened. My muse came looking for me.
I’d been ruthlessly stalking her, telling her about my book deadlines and demanding she perform on command every day. She’d gotten as barren as the trees lining the park where I walk.
But there, on the empty stretch of beach, she found me. I hurried back to the car to find pen and paper as ideas poured out.
With my personality, I don’t allow this type of thing to happen often. I work a demanding day job. It provides interaction with people, and I love real-time problem solving.
I am also pursuing a love of fifteen years—racquetball. I’m in training to play my first competitive matches this spring. I’m constantly playing, working out with my personal trainer, or spending hours with my racquetball coach. All that has left my body a bit tired, too. So, while I was in Texas, I walked for hours, but I didn’t swing a racquet or lift a weight.
And now, I’m ready to workout hard again, too.
I’m not unique. I bet you, too, have demands on your time and energy. And maybe we can’t always get away. But I learned a valuable lesson. I don’t have to go to the coast to get renewed, I should build it into my schedule, slow down a bit, get enough rest, know when to call a time out.
I will, for sure, though, save my pennies, maybe even cut into my summer vacation this year in order to take a few days off during winter, when I really need it.
Here’s to you taking time for you. I learned it’s possible to find spring, even in January.
No, wait...not that kind of flasher!
I'm talking about the erotic flash story. Usually 500 words or less, it tells a tale that might be sexy, erotic, or downright pornographic. Sometimes it just makes you think about sex, or about attitudes toward it. Sometimes there is a twist that catches you off-guard, a "gotcha" moment that makes you smile. Sometimes it gets you hot and bothered, and sometimes it inspires you. But the key is to do it in as few words as possible.
So in honor of my love of flashers, here are a few. Enjoy!
New Star's Gem
“Oooooh, Ronnie!” she purred.
She reminded him of a cat, long and lean and supple, digging her painted claws into his chest, shaking her hair and wiggling her hips. Her eyes were flat, emotionless pools. She smiled with pouty lips.
Her lipstick was red and tasted like plastic. Her tits were plastic, too. They were too hard, too perfect, the nipples too permanently erect. The diamonds at her ears glistened, just like those around her neck.
“You like that, baby?”
Ronnie lied and said that he did. He silently calculated the cost of the diamonds. The necklace was probably thirty grand, the earrings a bit less, and the two-point-two on her finger was easily another ten big ones. His accountant would know for sure.
She faked the orgasm. There was no clenching on his cock, no mindless whimpers. It was all calculated.
She was not a very good actress.
Ronnie watched her walk to the bathroom. His cock was quickly going limp. He hadn’t come, and she hadn’t noticed. He looked at the clock on the bedside table: three in the morning. He wanted her to leave, but he didn’t want her to get angry enough to go to a tabloid reporter with one wild tale after another.
He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out his wallet. When she saw the money, he saw some fire in her eyes.
The bills were many and large. She squealed in delight and kissed him all over the face. He pushed her away.
“Buy yourself something nice,” he said, like he always did.
“I love you so much, Ronnie!”
He watched her walk out. He threw the empty wallet on the floor. He might have loved her, if fortune and fame were not the only things he had left to give.
A Hard Day’s Work
The sound of machinery was completely out of place in the tastefully decorated offices of Parker and Parker, Attorneys at Law. The men just outside the window wore hard hats and dirty jeans. They worked with one small machine after another, each one making more noise than the last.
Sally should have been working. She should have been writing reports and taking notes, but she was too busy watching that man. The one who worked hardest, whose muscles stood out in strong relief against the fabric of his shirt. The one who had lifted one of those machines from the back of the truck all by himself.
Tiny rivers of sweat ran down his temple. He was covered in concrete dust and five o’clock shadow. His shirt was soaked with sweat. She wondered if he would smell good when she peeled that shirt away. Would she find the honest smell of hard-working man?
The thought made her cross her legs for a little relief. When he lit up a cigarette during a quick break, Sandy sighed along with every exhale.
He was there every day. On Friday the crew left early. She watched him walk around the side of the building and let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding.
She was startled to see him in the elevator thirty minutes later. His hard hat was gone and so was most of the concrete dust. His eyes were a piercing blue. He smelled just like she thought he would. The scent of virile man hit her right between her thighs.
“You’ve been watching me,” he drawled. “From your window.”
Sally’s voice was level despite the blushing. “Going down?”
“Very soon,” he said. Sally took a deep breath.
She smiled as she pressed the button for the garage.
There exists within our world a brotherhood of Djinns…genies bound by magic, bound by honour to fulfil the desires of their masters.
Enter their realm with caution!
Danger lurks between dimensions, fiery passions ignite without control and wishes are granted for those brave enough to ask…
Accused of being a traitor to the Djinn Brotherhood, Lona realises trying to love the wrong man has cost her everything…maybe even her freedom. Alone and pregnant, she's beginning to believe the terrible pain she's experiencing is punishment for all her wrong choices as she tries to pick up the pieces of her life.
When Rafi finds Lona suffering in agony, he makes a hasty decision and takes her home. Ignoring the mutual attraction between them, he agrees when asked to keep Lona in his charge until Rue is tracked down and the High Council can be certain of her innocence.
Rafi knows she's not guilty. He's lived with a lifetime of heartache to recognise something other than guilt is causing Lona's pain. He'll do anything to help her heal and find some peace. Their journey together might also lead to his own salvation...
Rafi refused to think about the repercussions of his actions as he bent his head and kissed Lona. Her lips were softer and sweeter than he had imagined and he had to remind himself to go slow. The growing desire to touch her had been driving him crazy all week. His cock hardened in an instant as she surrendered to his kiss, welcoming his tongue with her own as he tasted her for the first time.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he placed his hands on her waist. He wanted to crush her body against his, but…
But then she’d feel your raging hard-on.
Right. She’d agreed to a kiss—only a kiss. He groaned as she pulled away. One kiss wasn’t nearly enough.
He wanted her so badly. Spending so much time with her had wreaked havoc on the walls he kept in place specifically to avoid the longing and the feelings he was experiencing right now. She pulled every protective instinct out of him. Her sweet spirit made him want to shield her from all the pain in her life, and even though he knew he couldn’t, he wanted to try.
Rafi looked down at Lona, wondering if she had any idea how the shade of pink of her swimsuit set off her lovely eyes. The sound of the water lapping around them seemed loud as he waited for her to make the next move…or to say something.
“You wanted to kiss me?”
Her husky question made his cock tighten almost painfully in the snug swimming shorts.
No need to tell her what else he’d dreamt about doing to her.
“Kiss me again.”
Her voice was a soft whisper filled with need and Rafi obliged her, taking her lips in a hungry kiss. She melted in his arms and he struggled to hold her back as she continued to press her body closer to his. There was no way she wouldn’t feel his stiff cock against her stomach.
Lona froze, wrenching her lips from his.
“You’re so hard.”
Her breath fanned his cheek as she played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
She pulled back to stare at him. “You want me?”
Rafi looked down at her in surprise. “How could I not?”
The doubt in her eyes made him want to show her just how much he wanted her.
Lona averted her gaze as she shook her head. “I’m a wreck.”
“Not to me.”
Rafi squeezed her waist as she turned her face back to his. He was captivated by the way the waning sunlight danced over the honey highlights in her hair.
“Mi casa es su casa.”
Rafi grinned as Lona smiled, tension fading from her face for a moment.
“I’m pregnant with another man—a crazy man’s child.”
“I know.” He touched her cheek. “That doesn’t change my wanting you.”
As You Desire is the second book in my Djinn Brotherhood series. I encourage you to start the series with Karis and Vander's steamy romance in As You Wish!
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*A sexy willing partner
*Plenty of red wine
*Fruit to feed and be fed
*Magically appearing hot meals
*And plenty of heat.....
Oh yes, I think with all those things I wouldn't mind the snow one bit, in fact I would be praying for more more more! Or is that screaming more more more ;)
today I'll be blogging about underwear. But, before we come to that, I'll do some totally shameless, self-promotional begging: Please, please, please head over to Dawn's Reading Nook, where the Subspace anthology (with my story "The Accidental Sub" in it) is up for Best Anthology Book of 2011. Of course, you should vote for the best anthology, but if you could find it in you to actually like the Subspace anthology, your help would be very much appreciated.
And now, for today's scientific discussion of underwear:
Would you wear sexy lingerie that you found atrocious if your partner wanted you to?
I kind of seem to draw the line at animal prints. And I hate pink. I hate it from the bottom of my heart. But that’s just me, I guess.The rest of the world seems to like it.
This one gave me the giggles (a total disaster, in the sexy underwear department):
The two ideas I had I worked into a series I am working on. In book two of my series there is a candy shop that the hero and heroine of the book frequent. They both have a sweet tooth. The candy shop owner will eventually have his own story and get to fulfill the idea spark I had from craving candy.
In the series I will use the fro idea for a supper club where the main characters go to. The owner of the super club will be getting her own book. I will be writing in a sixties theme night using my afro idea spark. :)
Inspirations for ideas are all around. Taking something that happens in the everyday life then using it create a concept is a fun thing to do. The unexpected can lead to so much more. Any little thing can give you an idea spark, which will be your concept for the next book.
…increasing the sizzle factor
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There's the kiss on Father Christmas's Sleigh in Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart.
Bacon flavoured kisses in Secret Surprise.
The first kiss between vampire and human in The Point.
"He walked round and squeezed in front of her, his back against the chair. He pulled atthe stiff material then with his gentle, chilling fingers, he scooped up her breasts and settledthem properly in the confines of the corset. She bit her lip to hold in a moan of delight and hoped he could not see how hard her nipples were.
“Done,” he said and smiled at her. Their faces were so close that she couldn’t help looking up at his lips. They curled into a little smile, and she knew she only had to lean forward and they would kiss. She leant forward, not out of choice but because she had lostconcentration. Hugh’s hands came up to her sides to steady her body, and his lips came down to agitate her spirit.
She gasped. His lips were as icy as his hands, and they were demanding. They undulated and coaxed the kiss from her own lips. Her mind spun as her body reacted. Her hands ran up and down the front of his body. They slipped under the heavy material of his
jacket then traced his hard torso through the silken material of his shirt.
He pulled away suddenly. She almost fell, but he kept her steady, his hands braced around her waist. "
The Moment a fan kisses Bollywood Star, Rahul Khan in Silver Screen Dream
"It was just like my favourite moment from any Bollywood film. Time slowed, colours intensified and I noticed the ice shock of his blue corneas against the jet black, widened pools of lust that were his pupils.
I could hear the softened, romantic music. It might have been real or imagined, I wasn’t sure, but everything in the background faded away, and it became as if Rahul and I were the only people in all the world.
The moment his lips touched mine, I felt as if I had been switched on. Turned on, certainly, but I was also fully functioning. Every little brush of his lips on mine registered in every last, little nerve. Every movement excited me. I realised I had been left on standby since I had been dumped by Danny, my body just going through the motions. Rahul’s kiss brought me back to life.I had never experienced anything of its like before. I suddenly realised why a kiss could bring Snow White back from the dead. I won’t ever be able to explain exactly what happened to me then, but it was magical.
I had watched a million movies, each of them hundreds of times over. I’d seen more first kisses than I could remember, and I always knew, deep in my heart, that a Bollywood kiss was a lie. It was acting. It was a show.I got my first Bollywood kiss, and I realised that it was a reality. That love at first kiss could exist."
Book #2 in the Daybreak 2525 Series
by Jude Mason
Publisher: Total E-Bound
Coming in January 30. 2012
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I know it's my blogging day, but I happen to be up against three crushing deadlines, so I'm afraid this is going to be a quick tip of the hat before I skate back off to my word docs.
So I found someone, actually quite a few someones who were willing and thrilled to talk about that time period. I enjoyed it. I had no idea that someone who was considered awesome was an "ace" or that the word "skinny" was popular then. I'd always heard both terms used when I was a kid so it didn't occur to me. I also hadn't realized some of the songs I love best, like "Bridge Over Troubled Waters" came out around then. Reading the details on the record wasn't my thing when I was six. Shrug.
But talking about that time period got me thinking. I have a small person in my household. There are lots of things my totlet doesn't realize are from way before his time. There are lots of things he'll never know about unless I tell him about them.
In his lifetime, we've just now entered a time period where the US isn't involved in a war/police action.
You can't go to the airport without having to be pawed by the TSA. At one time, space shuttles actually went into space, not sat on runways as leftover commodities from the 'space race'. I was asked if the space shuttle was a museum. Sigh.
Cars all come with CD players or outlets for mp3 players. Cassettes and gasp, 8-tracks aren't even on his radar. Records are those things that look like Frisbees.
The Clash, The Police, and Bruce Springsteen will always be "oldies".
If you want information you use your laptop or smart phone to connect to the internet. Corded phones are 'dinosaurs'. Libraries are those places to get movies you want to borrow.
As I read back through this, it makes me a little sad. He'll never have the thrill of going to the record store to get the latest Michael Jackson album. Music can be bought one track at a time on itunes. There was a time when we played outside. We didn't sit for hours in front of the PSP (do they make those anymore?). We knew our neighbors, had little gangs in the neighborhood and didn't have to worry about planes falling from the sky or our entire life poofing because our hard drive crashed.
I don't think the times before, like when I was a kid was any easier. The 80's were their own ball of crazy, but there were some little gems in there that I'm glad I got to witness. Oh well. Time marches on.
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I always dreamed of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I tend to write books with titles taken from songs because music is one of my many muses.
I earned a BA in education and as well as a Masters in Education. I've tried my hand at teaching, waitressing, and retail sales, but writing holds my heart.
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First of all, to those of you who are used to finding Em Woods blogging away in this place - sorry. I've kindly been offered to take over the spot and delighted to do so!
Chances are you don't know me yet, so please allow me to introduce myself:
I'm Sage Marlowe, a new author with TEB and just overall a new author. My first novel, "Sub-Mission" will be published by TEB in May and I'm so excited!
After a rather surprising visit from my muse I started writing in 2010 and since keep finding myself haunted by new intriguing characters and storylines ever since. This has now resulted in two completed and contracted books, several manuscripts at various stages of completion and a whole bunch of ideas waiting to be tackled. Oh, by the way, I write MM erotic romance (occasionally another M sneaks in...) and I like it dark and dirty.
Of course when I was offered this spot I wondered what to write about in my first TEB blog but luckily the answer came pretty quickly. What better topic to write about for the first time than - First Times (Times? Plural? Isn't there just the one? Ts-ts. Naughty you! Sorry, it's not what you're thinking.)
Apart from that one, particular first time there are lots of other first times and they are what I'd like to write about first. All those first times that keep popping up, often without really being noticed. For me, these past and coming months seem to be full of first times, starting right here with my first blog at the hot-spot.
Last year some of the most significant first times in my life as an author were submitting a manuscript, the first time a contract arrived in my inbox and all the other new experiences you make when you're on the way from being someone who bugs their SO by tapping away at their laptop until late at night to actually being a published author. This year there will be the release of my first book of course and I'm sure my private life has a few very exciting first times in store for me as well.
Then there are all those little first times you barely notice, which is sad because they don't get to be appreciated for what they are. Think about the first time you try out that new coffee shop with the hottie behind the counter and you know he's guaranteed to brighten your days from now on. Or the first time you try that melt-in-the-mouth, taste bud-pleasuring chocolate (yes, I am a chocoholic, as well as nursing a serious caffeine addiction - I'm a writer, what else do you expect?)
Okay, okay. Enough with the foreplay.
You want it and so do I. Let's get down to that other kind of first times. At last.
As an erotic romance author, you have a lot of that kind of first times. Well, technically not necessarily a very first first time, but that important very first time together. Whenever your characters finally start falling for each other or maybe right the moment they meet, you find yourself being dragged along for their first times.
The first time they kiss, the first time they undress and explore each other's bodies, the first time they get down to it. Believe me, that never stops being exciting! Every time they do it, you're right there with them, experiencing the magic of all those little things they discover about each other. What does the other one taste like? How does their skin feel under your fingertips? What kind of touch do they like and where are their particular hotspots? What... Um, I think you've got the idea now so I'm going to leave you here to use your own imagination.
What first times did you encounter recently? Anything exciting like setting eyes on a coffee shop hottie and ending up feeding each other a box of yummy chocolates? Maybe something more of the quiet kind? Feel free to leave a comment - I'd love to know what you've been up to.
Taking romance to the edge...
The above is the response my husband made after being asked yet another weird question in the name of literary research. He should be used to it by now, living with a writer. The combination of a strong imagination and a constant need to get it down on paper means I am always trying to fit my mental weirdery into reality and, let’s face it, he’s usually the nearest person around.
Last night’s question was “How does a ghost come out of a bathroom mirror?” Straightforward, you might think, except that this mirror is above a sink, and I can’t have a ghost floating out romantically and landing in the sink. So would it walk through the wall? Hook one leg out like someone climbing over a fence? Slide out horizontally? That was my husband’s suggestion, and I can’t say I was that enamoured. It conjured up the image of the checkout on Supermarket Sweep.
Another time I asked him what would happen if someone squeezed a full beer can in their state of lust. Gave him an excuse to drink a beer, I suppose. He swore up and down that very little would happen, but filled the can with water and stood in the shower to squeeze it. Just as well, because the result was rather like that Youtube video of Coke bottles and Mentos.
The one that really got him was “Can you use a spear to pin someone to a tree?” I’ll leave the context of that one to your imagination, but we ultimately agreed that if it was close up one would use a pike, not a spear. Spears are thrown, and therefore are probably not reliable enough to pin people to trees. I’ll remember that next time I’m confronted by a caveman.
So what kind of mind does think of these things? Mine, apparently, and I quite enjoy living in it, even if my husband finds it an endless source of bemused fascination. I can’t be alone in this, can I??