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After three years of publishing sexy romances, I’m changing direction. My next major release, LYING IN SHADOWS, is a little different. It’s a romantic suspense, true, but without the bedroom action. Trust me, the characters still get it on, but there’s so much else going on in the book, that it didn’t need the extra oomph from the sweaty clinches.
It’s a brand new series, admittedly with some characters from my previous books, and so it gives me the opportunity to attract new readers – ones who might have shied away from me before.
I’ll still be writing sexy scenes, but not in this series.
What do you think? Do you flip the pages until you find the scorching sex scenes, or do you skim past them?
Here in my neck of the woods, we have a whole festival centered around flowering trees. Fruit producing flowering trees that will soon bear ripe, luscious fruit. Juicy, wet, dripping fruit. Yep, it’s true. We even have a huge parade as the culmination of the two-week event. Yet, never does anyone mention fertility in association with the festival.
Huh. Seems pretty obvious to me!
Since man’s earliest time our survival has been closely tied to his food supply. That, and procreation. And the religions of ancient tribes were tied closely to the earth and it’s fecundity. Isn’t that a great word? I love the word fecund. It sounds dirty. IT SOUNDS LIKE FUCK!
Basically, that’s what it’s about. Fucking. Making more of oneself. Procreating. At the basest level, that’s what the humans and animals and plants populating Mother Earth all do. We fuck and mate and create anew. So it might come as no surprise that the town goes through a lengthy selection process to pick a virgin (supposedly!) queen and two princesses to represent the budding emergence of spring.
Personally, it makes me giggle a little. Does nobody see this? The virgins and the flowering buds? *snickers* Well, anyway, the important thing to note is that the festival is now over, and all the visiting grand parade participants have gone home, leaving us alone with our virgins and our flowers and the bees. But in my mind, I do have a dirty thought or two.
I was never in band, but think about it. You’re young, inexperienced, and far from home, crowded onto a co-ed bus full of horny teenagers who play instruments well, so their manual dexterity is not in question. *grins* Just imagine what happens on the bus when everyone else is gone but you and the one person you have a total crush on! Wowsa! Let the hormones loose- I mean, come on, it’s a barely disguised fertility ritual after all! – and let nature runs its course.
Sounds like a terrific idea for a flash fiction, don’t you think?
So, its Saint Valentine’s Day tomorrow. The one day of the year when we acknowledge how much we feel for a loved one.
What’s your favourite?
When I first met my husband, I was two weeks off my seventeenth birthday. He didn’t buy me flowers, he bought me a pair of white, strappy heels. I knew straight away he was the man for me, I just needed to wait until he caught up.
I was nineteen when we married, and we’re married still. He was a keeper. You should see the amount of heels I have now.
Our most recent purchase was a new wardrobe for our guest bedroom. Guess what we had built into it? Yup, an entire row of shoe shelves.
This is love.
This is something my husband and I can show each other every day of our lives. I buy shoes, he accommodates them. He buys me flowers at any time of the year, and I buy him sweeties and make him cakes (yup, you guessed it, he’s a sweet tooth.)
So what will we do for Valentine’s Day?
Well, now, that’s our little secret.
If you’d like a romantic read, For Heaven’s Cakes is free right now.
Recently, I stumbled across a list of things that people aren’t down with reading. We all have our preferences from the alpha male to the strong heroines. There’s always the certain things we like to read. One I’d heard once is that some folks aren’t comfortable with romance stories that involve a heroine or hero masturbating.
Along the way of reading erotica and erotic romance books I’ve come to find that I applaud scenes that truly explore the reality of people including the ever, possibly taboo subject of touching oneself. I’ve also discovered a fairly new thing in erotic romance where heroines or heroes like watching their romantic interest find pleasure with their own questing hands and/or toys, which in turn brings the viewee pleasure.
Now, when I was younger there were a lot of poor stigmas pressed upon me about masturbation and how it was not appropriate, etc. As an adult I’ve found the exact opposite to be true. In my humble opinion, I believe erotic romance is working to empower everyone to embrace their sexuality, their need for release – including wants, desires, and the fun part of touching oneself. It fosters the possibility of conversation and the best conversation I think a person can start with is being honest with themselves, don’t hide the truth any more… our characters don’t plan on it and neither should you. 😉
Speaking of characters, here’s a quick snippet from my erotic 1NS What You Need (there’s more where that came from) :
“Hey Vic—” Royce caught sight of Victoria on the bed—her head thrown back, dress hiked, legs spread, and a pair of fingers rubbing her clit—and he forgot what he’d started to say. His cock rose to immediate attention behind his silk lounge pants. Somehow, seeing her completely uninhibited by his presence aroused him as much as her restraining him had.
“Come here.” Her voice, low and husky, filled him with a need to please her. To bring her to the same satisfaction she’d brought to him. Yet, their plans were changing again.
Moving forward, he sat next to her, sliding his thumb to mingle with her moist heat, her juices coating it. “I thought we were going to talk.”
“Oh.” She moaned and pushed her hips forward. “Yes, talking is in the plan, but right now, Royce, I need your mouth on my pussy. No argument. You want to know about anything prior to tonight, you’re going to have lick me.”
Whew. My last post had a bit of emotion around it, eh? Like a ton! But that’s okay. We writers do live for emotion, you know. Our readers WANT to read it, have it jump off the page. That’s what makes this such a great business. We have the ability to touch people’s hearts.
And, rouse their libido! Heh!
See how quickly I went from emotions to sex? They’re all related. Really. Just ask a author!
For today, I want to focus on the shifter world. What makes a shifter a shifter? In some author’s minds, it’s not merely a bite, but a life-or-death experience. In others, the shifters are born that way. For some there’s an external trigger than turns “on” the shifter ability. It can be the moon, menstruation, or a violent attack, or maybe even being around other shifters.
In the case of my Sexy to Go heroine, Casi, it’s a combination of things but mostly, it’s a woman – a female cougar shifter – who Casi meets in Volume 1 and is reunited with in Volume 3. Yes, mating with Snake aka Flint in Volume 2 does set her awakening on the path to completion, but I wager it’s the girl-on-girl lovemaking that puts Casi’s wolf front and center, in ways she could never have predicted.
Here’s a sample of the upcoming Volume 3 story:
Dahlia closed her eyes at his touch, but kept her hands on Casi. In fact, she pulled her closer. A soft growl issued from the alpha, but Dahlia paid him no mind. Her hand guided Casi’s down her belly to her moist juncture. As Casi’s fingers slipped inside her lips, she purred. Returning the favor, Dahlia’s hand slid between them and into Casi’s wet folds. Both of them moaned at the contact. Behind Dahlia, Liam groaned with desire, then parted her thighs with his hands, entering her.
Dahlia’s sharp intake of breath had her rocking into those long talented fingers. Her clit throbbed at the deeper touch, and she panted, covering Dahlia’s mouth once more with her own. Soon, they flexed against each other following their own rhythm. Lost in the moment, she didn’t hear Snake enter the room. When the bed dipped, and he lay down behind her, Liam growled. As Snake’s arm slid around her middle, she opened her eyes and looked at Dahlia, and was gratified to see her return the same sentiment she was feeling.
Yes, the men are here, but I am still here with you.
Sadly, as Casi was beginning to comprehend, the men ruled the roost and demanded their fair share of the love play. To be honest, she didn’t mind Snake participating, but Liam was another matter. She hadn’t liked the way Liam treated Dahlia the first time they’d met, and didn’t care for his approach. On top of that, jealousy burned in her heart. Dahlia should be mine and not his.
Shock tore her mouth away from Dahlia’s. At the same time, Snake’s cock pierced her channel. His gruff entry tore a cry from her lips. But Dahlia’s hard pinch on her nipple turned up the heat, reminding her of her other lover. She clenched around the invading cock and pressed against the woman in front of her, finding heaven on earth. Each skin-on-skin rub of their bodies made her wetter, until she dripped around Snake’s length, moaning for more of Dahlia’s firm caresses.
She gave as good as she got, too, reveling in Dahlia’s hoarse cries until the throaty mewls drew her to a fever pitch. She needed to make Dahlia come, needed to feel her, needed to be a part of her. But she lingered on the edge for long minutes, until Casi could stand her wavering no more. She brushed her lips to Dahlia’s neck, and hungry for her flavor, licked her.
Yes. Take me. I am yours and you are mine.
* * * * *
What does Casi do? Read the rest of the story to find out, then come back for Volume 4 to find out just how much trouble Casi has caused, and have her secret pedigree revealed!
In the meantime, Sexy to Go Volume #1 will be on sale for $0.99 for the entire month of April!
I love dirty, raunchy sex. I knew this before I started writing this new book for Decadent, but now it’s confirmed. For everyone.
Possibly even my mom.
I know. Crazy right? But, she’s an adult and I won’t hide what I write from her. She can choose to read it or not as she sees fit. and I love that she deals with that pretty well.
Anyway…I digress. Dirty, raunchy sex. Yeah. That was the topic. LOL! My new book is packed with the good stuff. Sex, emotion, betrayal, violence (not sexual), and love.
It was a lot of fun to be able to cut loose and just write whatever came to mind without having to censor my imagination to stay in line with my characters. Because these characters like it intense and sexy. No. Holds. Barred. Yeah.
Also, it was fun to keep a gritty edge that really complimented the world the book is set in. There aren’t a lot of pretty words.
Spit dripped down over his balls as he held her head up by her hair. At a complete loss for how to react, part of her wanted to lash out in fury, part of her wanted to lap at his saliva wet shaft, and the rest of her wanted to beg for his cock to be returned to her mouth. The latter two desires beat out the fury and she whimpered with need.
See…raunchy, dirty sex. So, buckle up and get ready for some fun as I get to tell you more about Love & Punishment (Tales From Epsilon) over the next few months. I promise great details, world building info, and plenty of inspiration pics. *Grins*
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In our house, it would be a nice meal – I’m in the mood for an asian chicken type entree – some champagne and a nice, relaxing evening with the cat snoring on the couch. Yep, we’re exciting people! But of course, since Valentine’s Day falls on a Saturday this year, you know what that means….don’t you? *wink wink!* Sleeping in, drinking coffee in bed, and sex! Woot!
I swear, it’s easy to get excited over the littlest things!
If you get excited over lesbian, bi or gay stories, you have a lot to choose from in the Love is a Mess anthology, out now from Supposed Crimes press. My story is a M/M one, but there are some pretty hot lesbian and a nice Urban Fantasy bi story too!
Viral Valentine by L. M. Perrin
Date Blind by Geonn Cannon
The Politician and the Pilot by Amber Kinsey
Bar Tryst by Rachael Orman
Quarter Life: Energy Feed by Adrian J. Smith
Property of Cupid by Eva Lefoy
Private Dance by A. M. Leibowitz
The Last Mitzvah by Michael DuPuy
Property of Cupid:
The night before Valentine’s Day, Greek god Eros must find a virginal sacrifice to calm his inner demon before he turns into the happy-go-lucky, arrow wielding cherub, Cupid. When he finds the perfect victim alone in the gay bar, the raw sensuality between them sizzles and Eros wants more. Unfortunately he’s got to play Roman god Cupid for the next twenty-four hours and to his horror there’s an arrow in the quiver with Jeremy’s name on it.
Jeremy goes home with the feather-clad stranger and is relieved to finally lose his v-card. But the next morning he gets the shock of his life. The tables are turned and he’s no longer the desperate lonely bottom, but the sexy hottie every top wants. While shaking his bootie for a free coffee, he hears a blood curdling scream…
Will an ancient Greek god give up half his powers to love a mere human? Or will Cupid loose his golden arrow, letting Jeremy fall in love with another man?
Jeremy closed his eyes against the bright lights and steeled his nerves against the relentless bass filling the room. He never got out on the dance floor much, preferring the relative quiet of the bar where he could drool over the hot guys who never paid him any attention. Until tonight.
The man relentlessly rubbing his erection against his ass had to be the sexiest top he’d ever seen. Never mind that he was dressed in some weird costume a day early – Valentine’s Day wasn’t until tomorrow – or that he might be trying to get Jeremy drunk, the man had every pair of eyes locked on him the instant he walked into the bar and right now he was dancing with him. Alone.
He didn’t protest when the man slid his jacket down his arms and tossed it aside. The booze was working its magic and relaxing him, probably what the guy intended. He felt warm and lush, surrounded by a room full of sexed-up guys aching to come. The sting of testosterone filled his nose, making him dizzy. He let the guy’s hands roam down his body, reach under his waistband and tug his shirt up. In seconds it was over his head, tossed into the corner on the floor by his jacket. Flush with the excitement of being wanted, Jeremy reached behind him, grabbed the guy’s tight hard ass and rocked his hips, encouraging the hard-on behind him to swell further. A hiss sounded in his ear and he savored the heat of the man’s breath. Lord, this felt good.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” the man behind him groaned. “I can’t believe nobody has shown you how hot you really are.”
His cock leaked, his entire body flushed warm by the words. Nobody had ever called him beautiful before. Nobody had even bothered to notice him.
The man’s hands kept roaming, reaching below his waistband to cup his balls, the other one pinching a nipple. Halfway to coming all over himself on the dance floor, the man whispered in his ear.
“What’s your address? Where do you live?” They bumped and ground some more, until Jeremy was breathless. “Or, just think about your place. Picture it and I’ll take us there.”
Far too turned on to talk, he fantasized about having the guy on his bed in his shabby apartment. Pictured them both hot and sweaty, arms and legs tangled as they worked their pants off. Or in the case of Mr. Mysterious, his feathered outfit. The next thing he knew, the music had stopped. He opened his eyes.
Good morning! I am up and sort of awake, and here to tell you about my most recent works in progress. Not only am I working on a Yeti shifter story for the Silken Sheets & Seduction anthology (shhh, it’s a secret, remember?) I’m also working on two other projects:
- One where a geeky guy is seduced by two women in an empty movie theater. When I say seduced, I mean hot and heavy, naked, shameless sex that he never saw coming! But two women at the same time has always been one of Ted’s fantasies. The question is, how will he handle it when he finds out what they really want from him?
- Another shifter story for an upcoming anthology. In this story, the woman is attacked and bitten by a wolf in the park. She doesn’t know she only has a short time before she’ll shift to make sense of her new world. Can the white wolf who saved her from the vicious one really help her through the process? Or will she disregard his offer of stabilizing sex and go it alone no matter how painful the first shift might be?
Both of these stories are very different from each other and from the Yeti. Which goes to show you never know what’s going to strike my brain’s fancy! Here are two excerpts from the works in progress so you can see what’s happening:
Mystery woman wraps her lips around my bulb, glancing at me from under her lashes to gauge my reaction.
I grip the chair arms, my hips surging up toward that sensuous mouth on automatic pilot. It feels so good the base of my cock is tingling and I know my orgasm is rising. My attention wavers between the sounds coming from the movie screen and the blonde’s hollowed cheeks as she slides up and down my shaft. I’m seconds from shooting when she stops and I let out a long distressed groan. Was this some kind of elaborate tease?
But the woman smiles. “Do you mind if I ride it?”
I pant, staring at her in disbelief. I’ve never, ever been asked that in my life. “Go ahead.”
Her satisfied expression fuels my desire to please her. I want her to ride me, and will do absolutely anything to make it happen.
Shoving my legs together, I scoot to the edge of the seat so she has more room to sit. The seats here are wide but they aren’t long enough to lie down on. I’m shocked at her suggestion but eager at the same time. If she wants me, she can have me, here or there or anywhere. As she straddles me I remember the woman up above and wonder what she’s thinking. But then the mystery woman places my tip at her entrance and begins to slide down.
Several things hit me at once. She’s wet. So wet, I slide in without much friction. In seconds, she’s all the way down. She tosses her head back and moans, smiling. In my peripheral vision I can see the two women on the screen are now licking each other’s pussies. They’re hard at it, their fingers swirling over each other’s clits. I see the thighs of the Asian woman tremble. She lets out a shaky moan and a hoarse shout rips out of me.
Outside, the two beasts snap at each other and I can’t tell who’s winning. For a few seconds, I’m concerned about leaving the white wolf alone with this killer. Too many questions float through my mind. Where did the other one come from? Why is the brown wolf trying to eat me? What will happen if the white wolf wins? Shaking from enough adrenaline to power a rocket launch, I slide over the console and into the driver’s seat. After three tries I finally jab the key into the ignition. Before I can turn it to start the car, both wolves land on my hood. I cover my face as the windshield disintegrates, filling the cabin with glass.
When I look up, the white wolf’s body is sandwiching the brown one’s to the metal. He looks righteously pissed off, from what I can tell from his profile. He’s growling over the unmoving form of his rival. The veracity of his guttural sound rattles through me and a spark ignites deep in my core. My leg throbs in harmony to the rhythm of his pants. I swallow, tell myself I must be dreaming and stay as still as I can while my teeth chatter. The white animal moves off the other one. I’m left staring at the open jaw and dark brown snout of the creature facing me. Its eyes are closed. Is it…dead? It’s hard for me to imagine the other monster as my savior, but in fact that is exactly what he must be. Nothing about this night makes sense. But my instincts telling me to get the hell out of here do.
And there you have some thriller with your sex for Monday morning. Have a good week!
There are well over a million words in the English language. But finding a thesaurus that actually offers alternative words has been something of a challenge for me. And that doesn’t even cover slang terms. So, let’s have a conversation about other words for the Penis.
We know some of the more common alternatives found in the various genres of erotic romance:
- hard on*
*though these really refer to the state of the appendage in question, not so much the appendage itself
Then there are some of the less sexy, but still common terms:
- pee pee
I’m sure there’s more…but, what I really want to know are some of your favorite “purple prose” and slang terms used in lieu of penis.
Love Muscle still cracks me up, not that I’ve seen that in a book. But still, it kills me. 🙂
So, fess up. What are some of your favorite words for the male appendage?