Friday, December 30, 2011
Did I mention this is my first eReader? I'm so excited!
"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Men, beware. There are many responses to saying or doing the wrong thing, from a slow “okaaayy” to a succinct “fine” to complete silence. You can find yourself up shit’s creek, up shit’s creek without a paddle, or simply in the dog house. Then there’s the royal dog house. It sits apart from the others, and no matter how hard you try, you won’t be moving closer until enough time and groveling has passed, and all groveling will be met with a slow okaaayy, fine, or icy silence.
These listed responses are your judging parameters. I’m going to tell you a story, and you tell me where Stud, my DH of almost 20 years, gets pinned on the list.
First, some background. My holiday season began by hosting 13 for Thanksgiving. Not a huge deal as it’s usually around 22, but this year was special. I managed to shatter the control panel on my oven the Sat. before Thanksgiving, and Sears totally screwed me over. We taped it up, cleaned the house, and had us a Redneck Thanksgiving. The following Fri night, we cleaned the house again, decorated it inside and out, and hosted the entire school orchestra’s holiday party, oven control panel still not fixed. Woke up the next morning to a sick Guinea Pig. Turns out it needed surgery. Yes, surgery. That happened on Tues, leaving us hand feeding him and giving meds. All of this leads up to the following Sat, when we cleaned the house again and hosted a family party for 70. Yes, 7-0, oven control panel still not fixed. I made 10 lasagna’s, 10 mac & chs, and 2 hams. That party was the pinnacle, and then I was supposed to be done. (Oh, and we woke up the next morning and found groundwater seeping up through the carpet in the finished basement. We’re still working on that one.)
Are you tired yet? I sure was. But we got through it all to Stud’s fateful night in question. It was one of those calm, felt like after a huge Nor’Easter before the next storm hits holiday moments when we got to sit on the couch and watch a show or two together. I was also trying to figure out what we’d have for Xmas Eve dinner. I was a little excited because it would be the normal 5 and The Sherry and one adult son, so I could get a bit fancy since I wasn’t cooking for a gazillion. I had also received a major coupon from a Chinese restaurant, so I was toying with simply combining Xmas and Hanukkah and ordering Chinese food and watching a Xmas movie. Hey, I’m no dummy. Just needed to see if it would be cost effective.
“How about cornish game hens?” I asked Stud. “I can get 7 of them for less than Chinese for all.”
“Sounds great, but you’d have to cut them in half.”
“What? No, that would make it chicken on a plate. The while uniqueness of it is having a your own stuffed mini chicken.”
“Yeah, but if you’re only getting 7 of them, what’s everyone else going to eat?”
“Everyone else?” But the second it was out of my mouth, that strange conversation I’d had with my MIL a few nights before suddenly made horrific sense. The look of pure terror on Stud’s face clinched it.
“OH. MY. GOD! Did you invite your family to Xmas Eve dinner?”
Yes. Yes, he had. We had 13 for Xmas Eve dinner. It was an innocent misunderstanding on Stud’s part. Epic, but innocent. I also have to admit that he worked his ass off, too, and he’s a wonderful man I normally thank God for every single day. That said, every party except the orchestra thing was for his family’s side, and we were already going to the MIL’s for brunch on Xmas Day.
So cast your vote. What would your reaction be?
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
A friend of mine, and fellow author, is working on a book whose heroine is a real historical figure. I was blown away by the rich color of the story…not to mention how believable it read in spite of the book being a paranormal. The heroine had been so alive—perhaps because at one point in history she really had been.
Of course I realize my friend took creative license with the character but it started the ‘ol thought process flowing. What historical figure would I love to find myself changing the landscape of time and scandalizing academia with? What dashing man of mystery or royalty or infamy would I want to whisk me off my feet in a torrid tsunami of love? What dominant, confident man of strength and command would I love to get a little freaky-deaky with? Well, besides the obvious nominees like King Arthur, Merlin, Denzil Washington—he is an historical figure in some circles!—a few candidates came to mind…
Sooo, I bet you thought this was going to be a blog about which historical men would make wonderful, sexy, brooding heroes…and in all honesty, it was meant to be. But then I text my twin sister—the history teacher who had been downing Nyquil all day—about who she thought should top the list and…well…here’s the conversation…
Nina: What about Jaguar Paw?
Me: I hate u.
Nina: Emperor Chen?
Me: *fist bump ala Friends*
Nina: I didn’t watch Friends like that. What’s that mean?
Me: *$&#^@#$ !
Nina: That’s not nice. I’m trying to help u! Bruce Lee?
Me: Aha. You might actually have something there oh 8-eyed one.
Nina: What about the Dali Lama?
Me: Go take some more Nyquil. It’s safe, I promise…
Nina: Black Beard.
Me: Bad teeth.
Nina. Henry the VII?
Me: How did u know I found him sexy???
Nina: Something’s wrong with u…
Me: It’s the company I was born with.
Nina: Ivan the Terrible? I think he gotta bad rep because of that whole impalement thing…what about the Count of Monte Cristo?
Me: Yeah and the whole murder anyone who disagreed with him thing…and the Count of Monte Cristo wasn’t real!!
Nina: Yeah…and then there’s him killing his son…BUT all that didn’t start until his wife died. I mean ur a writer put a spin on it!
Me: I can’t put a spin on insanity.
Nina: John Lennon? Attila the Hun?
Me: John Lennon was a freak and Attila isn’t a sexy name.
Nina: He was not! How u gonna speak about the man like dat? And what about ‘ol Alex (Alexander the Great). He was a double dipper! And Solomon (King Solomon) ain’t no sexy name either! Reminds me of Geico!
Me: I think Solomon is very distinguished *sniff* Song of Solomon, yo? And John was freaky, admit it. Who knew what him and Yoko did while high and naked??
Nina: U hit a nerve, yo! You are a blasphemer! What about Mahatma Ghandi?
Me: I hate u. Now who’s the blasphemer! Besides he didn’t believe in personal wealth. Nora Roberts couldn’t sell him!
Nina: Why u trying to be like Nora Roberts?
Me: I’m just saying ain’t nobody going to believe in the romantic side of a man who don’t have two dinero to rub together. I mean where would we meet for dinner? His mat?
Nina: No dinner but “hubba hubba” *eyebrows going up and down*
Me: On a thin mat? I’d be too worried about my booty being bitten by something…
Nina: If he’s doing it rite u won’t even be worried about that. *eyebrows again*
Me: Good nite, Nina. More Nyquil and remember…a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down. Medicine go down…Medicine go down in the most delightful way…*hum*
Nina: Oh well…goodnite…
Never did determine who my heroes were…
Oh, well. Happy New Year!!
Monday, December 26, 2011
Other neurologists have argued that it is language that makes a person all he or she is, the essential "I"ness or "you"ness of a person. Yet when people have sought out peace, seeking that mindful, quiet space in their head where they can appreciate being alive, they also seek to stop the internal chatter.
I think the human condition is about the struggle of language since it represents the push and pull of love and joy and despair and connection and isolation and satisfaction and frustration. I do believe words define who we are, which is why I am in their constant pursuit. Yet I see the benefit of stilling those words. Another contradiction. I suppose the best books I have read inspire me to seek higher states of being, that transcendence that comes with pure silence. Ironic huh?
So read a book, write a book, listen to a story, enjoy the chatter, and then push those words aside and seek the peace of quiet, mindfulness. We all deserve the best of both worlds.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
To celebrate the holidays, Sourcebooks has put announces its most extensive eBook promotion to date! From December 21, 2011-January 8, 2012, purchase the first book from a Sourcebooks author for only $1.99—books that are the first in a series, or the first book that Sourcebooks published by that author (and a few extra for good measure). More than 65 exceptional books ranging from young adult to adult fiction, romance, and non-fiction. For complete details, please visit our landing page devoted to this promotion: http://www.sourcebooks.com/it-all-started-when.html
Merry Christmas Eve, and for my non-Christian friends, Happy Holidays!
Friday, December 23, 2011
Buy Kindle version at Amazon Buy all versions at Loose, Id.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
What I learned from these drives was that it was a mental break from all the stresses of the world. It allowed me to let go of all the pressures and expectations so my head could clear and my mind could refocus on what was the most important...me. As writers, we need to step away for a moment and enjoy the ride. To feel the wind whipping at our faces, to see the lights show us the way, to allow the creativity and energy to flow through so that our mind could breathe. It's good to empty the clutter so new ideas and excitement can form. We all put so much energy into everything and not enough into ourselves. Maybe it's time to change all that.
photo credit: photoinsajd via weheartit
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
|© Carlo Dapino | Dreamstime.com|
Imagine the fun I had this holiday season when Bill used Scrooge and Dickens’ “Christmas Carol” as part of his New Rules!!
Funnier yet was when Bill talked about Scrooge’s clerk “going down” in his segment.
Was that the door opening? The sound of jingle bells in his office?
The perfume was overpowering now.
Nick didn’t take his eyes off his computer screen. “Come back later, Jinger, I’m busy.”
Jinger Hunt, office girl extraordinaire. Summa cum laudeColumbia. Business and finance. Then a year of law school until her money ran out. She tried working as an escort, but the johns complained she was too smart. She intimidated them with her brains and they lost their erection. Came to work for him as his secretary.
Nick paid her a good salary, but Jinger kept bucking for a promotion to the board room. Women didn’t belong there, he insisted, no matter how smart they were.
So Jinger quit, then came back. Said she’d play the game his way. She needed a job. They compromised. She called herself his executive personal assistant, a fancy name she came up with, but in his mind she was still his secretary. She kept his calendar, scheduled his meetings and prepared his financial documents.
She also looked great doing it.
“Have you forgotten our appointment?” Jinger purred.
Nick looked up. “Holy shit.”
He had been so engrossed in his stock portfolio that he’d forgotten their holiday fuck. A tradition he initiated her first year working for him. How long ago was that? Five, six years? He’d lost track.
Standing in the doorway, the six-foot tall blonde wore red high heels, a black garter belt and black stockings with a red-and-white striped candy cane strapped to her thigh. She wore nothing else but a leather collar around her neck studded with rhinestones and jingle bells.
Seeing her standing there with her bare pussy dusted with gold holiday glitter turned him on. Big-time. His boxers felt tighter than they had a minute ago. Fuck the Asian markets. They could wait.
Nick couldn’t take his eyes off her, her Santa cap tilted to one side, the furry white ball on the end swaying back and forth as she hung a sprig of mistletoe on a light fixture.
To put him in the mood? He licked his lips. Man, just looking at her sweetened his day.
He took in the curve of her big breasts and tight brown nipples. For a women her size, she had amazing breasts. He liked to bury his face in her cleavage, then fuck her while standing her against the wall. In heels, she was still an inch shorter than he was.
No woman ever towered over him. In business or in bed.
Never taking her eyes off his, Jinger pulled the long candy cane from her black garter and began licking it, nice and slow.
Did it just get hotter in here?
Nick wasted no time shedding his pin-striped Armani suit, white shirt and silk tie. Then his shoes and socks. Jinger never stopped licking the candy cane, twirling her tongue around the curved head, making sucking noises that pleased him. He couldn’t wait for her minty lips to go around his dick.
Her eyes widened when his cock popped out of his boxers like a jack-in-the-box.
Ready for action.
“Have you been naughty or nice, Jinger?” Nick said, running his hand up and down his long shaft.
“Naughty, Mr. Radnor,” she cooed, “very naughty.”
She wiggled her shoulders to prove her point, then yanked off the Santa cap and tossed it to him.
Nick caught it and plopped it on his head. “Come to Santa, baby.”
Jinger smiled wide, then threw the candy cane into the trashcan. She sat down on his lap and played with the curly black hairs on his chest, her long shiny nails sending prickles of heat down to his groin.
Without missing a beat, Nick opened his mouth to claim hers in a kiss, his tongue diving between her red lips. Instinctively, he pulled her closer to him, crushing her nude breasts against his chest, his tongue working overtime exploring her mouth.
The taste of sugary peppermint cooled his tongue, but not his desire. His hard cock moved against her belly, trying to find its way into her.
“Not yet, Santa,” Jinger said, breaking the kiss. Her voice was husky, her half-opened eyes dreamy.
“Don’t tease me, Jinger,” Nick said in a brusque tone. She stiffened. He hadn’t meant for his words to sound harsh, but he was tense. Way tense. Christmas always did this to him. He just wanted the damned holiday over with.
“I know how to relax you,” she whispered, grabbing his dick, her long fingers curling around his shaft, then sliding her hand up and down. Higher each time until her fingertips brushed the swollen, sensitive head. She squeezed it just enough to make him suck in his breath. He grabbed her hair and pulled on it, clenching his teeth.
Damn, he couldn’t hold back much longer.
Jinger sensed his hunger for her hot pussy. She slipped a red holiday condom on his dick then did what any good secretary would do.
She sat on his cock.
—————— from “A Naughty Christmas Carol”
Great show, Bill, as always!! Can’t wait till you return on January 13th.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!
|Cover photo: © Carlo Dapino | Dreamstime.com|
Monday, December 19, 2011
As many Christmas romances as there are out there, finding romances involving Hanukkah are pretty hard to find. Do you have a favorite holiday romance book? If so, please do tell! If you're looking for a short, sweet story, check out Cinderella Tannenbaum.
Here's a snipet:
Mindy Tannenbaum stared at the caller ID display and swallowed hard. The moment of truth had arrived. The phone’s shrill ring might well have been her mother’s nagging voice, imploring her to answer.
Stop being a baby and get it over with. She picked up and tried to smile brightly. “Hello, Mother. How are you?”
“How am I? How should I be when I have only one daughter and she never calls home?” Florence Tannenbaum whined.
Mindy shut her eyes. “Sorry, Mother. Work’s been keeping me so busy.”
“Well, if you don’t have time for me, I’ll let you go. I hope you’ll make time to visit my grave, at least. Maybe by then, hmm?”
“Of course I have time. How are you? How’s Dad?”
“We’re old, how do you think we are? Your father’s back is giving him trouble again. My arthritis is a constant companion in my life. But you know me, I don’t like to complain.”
Mindy rolled her eyes.
“I’m making up my New Year’s Day dinner menu. Will you bring someone this year? Should I set another place?” Her mother sighed, as if to say, “You still have no prospects, do you?”
The worst part was, she was right. No handsome hunks had recently beaten down Mindy’s door. Not even any that weren’t handsome!“As a matter of fact, Mother, I would like to bring someone–a date.” What the hell was she doing? She hadn’t had a date in months. Now what? Maybe he could cancel at the last minute. No, she’d used that excuse two years ago.
Friday, December 16, 2011
First is SPANK ME, BABY.
It's a sweet, edible powder you can smooth over your guy's skin - or have him smooth over yours! - before a spanking. You can also use it to soothe that freshly spanked bottom afterward.
Check it out at Babeland.
If edible powder isn't you're thing, but you still want something to cover your guy in just so you can lick it off - or he can lick it off you! - there's always CHOCOLATE BODY PAINT.
Check it out at Chocolate Fantasies.
Looking for something to make oral sex even more stimulating? Then pick up NAUGHTY KISS LIP GLOSS in Tingling Mint. Not only will it make your lips tingle, but it'll make your guy tingle, too. In a good way!
Check it out at Victoria's Secret.
Want your guy to simply unwrap you instead? Then dress up as SANTA BABY when you give him his present!
Check out all the sexy Christmas lingerie at 3 Wishes.
And if you're looking for something for yourself - though you can certainly give it as a gift, too! - take a peek at my two Christmas erotic romances, SANTA'S WAYWARD ELF and SEXY SECRET SANTA.
I've got yummy excerpts on my website!
"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Elbows pointed and thrusting backward: “We must, we must, we must increase our bust!”
Well, I think I did that one or a thousand times too many. Yes, it was that time again: I went bra shopping. Despite those childhood wishes and what anyone B cup and under thinks, this is not a good experience for those of us who are over endowed. Especially when there seems to have been a slight revolution since the last time I forced myself to do the deed.
So whose bright idea was it to pad minimizers for a DD size? Seriously? M-I-N-I-M-I-Z-E-R. How is adding padding to the cups minimizing the size? Great nipple cover, but if I lost my mind and wanted to be a DDD, I’d...well, see a psychiatrist. Bend me, shape me, and for the love of god, lift me, but padding I don’t need.
Remember the days of bullet bras with a seam across the middle of the cups? Cones that could take out small children and keep your feet dry in the rain. Think Madonna, but with the bra on the inside. Yeah, I’m glad those days are over, but I still don’t want to look like a linebacker with this new version.
I do wonder what’s coming next. Valve and pump? Ooh, like the sneakers of old! Sitting around the house, let the air out. Going out on a hot date? Pump me up!!
Just don’t add padding.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Dillon doesn’t understand what spooked Charissa in the first place, but now that she’s on his turf, he wants a hell of a lot more from her than answers. He’s got two days to weaken her resistance and stake his claim once and for all. And this time, he’s not letting her go without a fight.
Shock rippled through her at the sensual feel of his mouth on hers. Her hands immediately went to his shoulders, palms pressing against the contours of solid muscle. He didn’t let go, the gentle pressure of his hand at her nape reinforcing his control and heightening all her senses. The kiss was hard, possessive, but his lips were soft and warm on hers. A startled moan escaped, her body tingling with a rush of pleasure.
She wanted this. Had craved it for so long. God help her, her fingers curled around his shoulders instead of pushing him away. Her lips softened and parted beneath his, the tender stroke of his tongue making her sex clench in anguish. He kissed her like he’d been dying to taste her, licking and caressing all the sensitive places inside her mouth, that strong hand cradling the back of her neck.
All too soon, he pulled back, leaving her hot, confused. Wanting more.
Dillon raised a hand and trailed a questioning fingertip over her cheekbone, holding her spellbound. “Something spooked you the last time I did that,” he said in a low voice, his eyes far too knowing. “What was it? This?”
Before she could pull away, he threaded his other hand into her hair and held her head still. Letting her feel a taste of his authority, making her even wetter at the thought of exactly how it would translate into the bedroom. The dominant side of him frightened her as much as it aroused her. She swallowed, hating the betraying stillness in her body as she softened, wordlessly affirming her desire to give up control. His steely eyes pinned her mercilessly, gauging her reaction, watching for any sign of vulnerability. This was the predator she’d sensed lurking inside him, and this time there was no escape. She closed her eyes to block out his scrutiny.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly.
Fighting with herself, she drew a deep breath and forced herself to meet his gaze. She swallowed again as his long fingers rubbed against her scalp, his grip commanding, yet so tender it tied her in knots. For the life of her, she couldn’t make herself pull away.
“What were you so scared of, Charissa? Maybe this?” He bent and brushed his mouth over hers. Gently this time, a beguiling caress of lips and tongue that made her catch her breath, press closer to him. Tempting her in ways a more forceful touch never could have. The man was lethal with his mouth. She could just imagine how well he’d use the rest of his body.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
So lately I’ve been kind of preoccupied with fairy tales. It’s almost as if I’m writing a series on them with some really cool, sexy name like Fairy Tales Unleashed. Or something like that. As I was saying, I’ve been reading a lot of fairy tales lately. You have your old favorites. Sleeping Beauty. Snow White. Beauty and the Beast. And then there are your lesser known tales. Brother and Sister. The Six Swans. The Bushy Bride. Seriously, I did not make that up. Reading these stories have brought back so many memories of my mother, sister and I sitting on the couch while she read The Boy Who Cried Wolf and Billy Goat Gruff to us. *sigh* Those were great times. Great stories. And some serious WTF moments. Listen, I know the great thing about fairy tales is the happily-ever-after but, man, some characters were stuck with really raw deals! I mean they were shafted! I know what you’re thinking. That’s crazy talk! Or get a grip! But follow me here for a moment…
The Six Swans. In this story the most obvious people wronged are the six brothers that were turned into swans by their evil stepmother. But the sister, who not only has to sew—sew?? For real??—six shirts for them is also struck mute and is unable to laugh for six years—the number of years she has to complete these shirts before the enchantment is permanent. Raw deal #1. Then a king sees her, is mesmerized by her beauty and marries her. All good, right? But no, another wicked stepmother steals all three babies she births and blames their disappearance on the sister/queen. Does king-y stand by his woman? Nooo. Instead she’s sentenced to burn at the stake. Shaft #2. Just as the match is ready to be set to kindle, the six swan brothers flock to her, she throws the shirts that she’s finally finished in the air and her brothers return to human. Yay! Except, here’s Shaft #3. She didn’t have time to finish the sleeve of the youngest brother’s shirt so he has to live life with one wing. *&^%$#!!!
Rumpelstiltskin. The princess was treated so wrong, right? Wrong! There was one character in this story crying out here. And that was Rumpelstiltskin! Rumpy—as we’re calling him because, hey, Rumpel-etc.-etc. is simply too much to type!—is used for his talents, lied to, cheated on and he’s the bad guy. Now the miller’s daughter is conscripted into doing the impossible—turning straw into gold—because of liar-dreams-of-grandeur father. She faced execution from the greedy king but Rumpy shows up and does the task for a small price. I mean really, what’s a ring and necklace compared to her life? Well when Rumpy requests her firstborn in exchange for the last ginormous pile of straw, the miller’s daughter agrees. I mean she never imagined the greedy-selfish-fill-my-coffers-with-gold-or-I’ll-decapitate-you king would offer his hand in marriage and she would actually have a baby. So of course that’s enough reason to renege! What did Rumpy do but hold up his end of the bargain? He didn’t throw his daughter to the wolves. The miller did that. He didn’t threaten an innocent woman with beheading over the idea of gold. No, the kind did that. And he didn’t go back on his word, not delivering on his end of the bargain. The queen did that. So what does Rumpy get for being a man of his word? One foot in hell. Literally. Now I know what you’re thinking. But he wanted her baby. Look, I have kids and let’s face it. After one week with the kid, he would’ve given it back!
Sleeping Beauty. Just purge the Disney version of this tale out of your mind. Sleeping Beauty had her happily-ever-after but she went through straight Not-Heaven before she got it! First because Queen Mom neglected to invite one pissed-off fairy, Sleeping Beauty ended up with a curse over her head that they didn’t tell her about! Forget the fact that due to mom’s mistake—drink more ginkgo, lady!—a lot of people lost their livelihood with the banishment of the spindle! If they had only told Sleeping Beauty about the curse she wouldn’t have went anywhere near that spinning wheel, not to mention the creepy old lady locked up in a room she knew nothing about! That’s sooo not a red flag. So she pricks her finger and falls into a coma-like sleep for one hundred years. One hundred years! Do you know how many balls, parties and fashions she missed in a century? So she awakens to a kiss from a prince with no gum in sight. Que music. They all lived happily-ever…*screech* Nope, that’s so not the end of this story. The prince secretly weds Sleeping Beauty and keeps her his little secret from his stepmother. In the meantime he continues to make booty calls and she has two children. Where do these princesses in these tales find these men? Well when his father kicks the bucket, he ascends to the throne—and surprise!—springs his ready-made family on the stepmother, who happens to be wicked (No! Didn’t see that coming!) and of ogress lineage. Talk about the mother-in-law from hell! Her husband leaves on some kingly duty and abandons his wife and children to the tender care of his stepmother. Tender as in tender meat, because that’s what she tries to turn them into. Succulent tender meat on her dinner table. Long story short, Sleeping Beauty has to face the voracious appetite of her Shrek-like mother-in-law, save her kids from becoming rack of lamb and elude a pit of vipers. King shows up just in time and stepmother ends up in her own viper pit. All this because Sleeping Beauty’s mother forgot a name…this whole thing could have been avoided if her mother had just made an invite list to that doggone christening!
Did I make a believer out of you yet? Do you see what I mean about raw deals? C'mon! Jump on my bandwagon!
Monday, December 12, 2011
Increasingly I've been integrating a new term into my daily lingo. Sex-positive. As a writer of erotic romance involving alternative sexualities, I've found this to be a key concept. It struck me that more folks need to have this as part of their daily verbiage, so I thought I'd include a short primer.
The term is often used in context of the sex-positive movement which embraces an attitude toward human sexuality that regards all consensual sexual activities as basically healthy and pleasurable. It supports sexual pleasure and experimentation. It advocates sex education and safer sex and makes no moral distinctions between types of sexual activities, leaving them to personal preferences.
I like the definition of sex-positivity given by sexologist Carol Queen:
"Sex-positive, a term that's coming into cultural awareness, isn't a dippy love-child celebration of orgone - it's a simple yet radical affirmation that we each grow our own passions on a different medium, that instead of having two or three or even half a dozen sexual orientations, we should be thinking in terms of millions. "Sex-positive" respects each of our unique sexual profiles, even as we acknowledge that some of us have been damaged by a culture that tries to eradicate sexual difference and possibility."
So feel free to throw "sex-positive" into your next conversation. Spread the knowledge. Spread tolerance and appreciation for diversity. And think of the word lovingly next time you read a hot erotic romance with less traditional sexual partnerships.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
With all the news of new releases here I feel like I'm falling behind. I'm working diligently every day, and yet my books are looooong so they take a loooong time to write.
I have a little novella that was supposed to be all edited and ready to go by now, but it's not. I hope to get the long book finished and then take another look at the novella. Meanwhile, we have holidays and vacation to fit this around. We're going to Panama in Jan. for a week. That reminds me...I need to pick up my Rosetta Stone software and get back to my Spanish lessons.
Well, I hope the wait is worth it. I never publish anything I'm not proud of--and I won't make this a first. So, stay tuned. Eventually I'll have good news too.
Friday, December 9, 2011
My zipper slid down with a hiss, exposing my bare flesh to the cool air of the room. “Do you know what today is?” I was breathless as the material spilled below my hips.
I blushed and grabbed a red throw pillow to cover my nakedness. “Thanks, but I need, shall we say, tutoring in the fine art of love making.”
I pushed my pelvis against his cock and smiled when it twitched back to life. “Yes.” I grabbed his ass and gave it a tight squeeze. Then, I ran my mouth up the side of his neck to his ear, nibbling the lobe. “You interested?”
Visit Casey at http://www.caseycrow.com/. On Facebook at Casey Crow and Twitter at caseyecrow.
Buy link: http://www.loose-id.com/Cant-Fake-This.aspx
Thursday, December 8, 2011
I allowed myself to slack a bit this year with having to weather the storm of the last three rocky ones. My writing suffered but I still managed to have small releases. I really believe my positive thinking and affirmations have helped me overcome the rollercoaster emotions. The bottom line is that: WRITING IS HARD. If you keep telling yourself you're stuck, having writer's block, or simply can't find time...you have to ask yourself "Do I really want to be a writer?"
Okay, I know we all have it tough but sometimes you just have to bite the bullet and trudge forward. Even at a snail's pace, it's progress! I've learned a long time ago that your mind is a powerful tool and if you keep your eye on the target, you can just about overcome any obstacle. Most people may not know that I'm a good example of resilience and determination. Sixteen years ago I was in a car accident that affected me severely. I had neurological complications and health related issues stemming from the impact. Doctors told me that I would most likely never be "normal" again. I was basically considered disabled. Sure, I cried a bit and felt sorry for myself but when I snapped out of the funk—you bet I searched for ways to prove to my doctors that I wasn't going to settle for being helpless. Fast forward to 2011, anyone who ever met me now would never believe that I'd battled 16 years to be the person I am now. The sacrifices I've made, the rehabilitation, treatments...everything I endured was possible because of staying positive. It's overcoming my fears that I'd never be able to be physically and mentally healthy that gave me my drive.
Although it's been a tough journey as a writer, I'm a step closer to where I want to be and I'm not going to make excuses. I'll allow myself a sabbatical here and there but writing is like breathing for me. As 2012 approaches, I know what my goals are, I'm focused about my tasks, and I'm a few baby steps away from securing the full-time career that I was born to do!
How about you?
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
"A Naughty Christmas Carol" Scrooge meets Wall Street from Jina on Vimeo.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Things are particularly hectic at Casa Daniels this year since my parents will coming to stay with us for a week before moving into their snowbird condo a couple days before Christmas. We also have other relatives coming for a week around New Years. Add to that all the Christmas and Hanukkah activities and you have reigning chaos.
But between the shopping trips, cooking marathons and seasonal decorating, I always try to assess the previous year. What did I do right, what did I do wrong?
One thing that I think I did right was to self-publish a few manuscripts I had laying around collecting dust. The proceeds from said dusty books more than paid for all the gifts this year, and then some. I also wrote and sold my first series, Long and Hard. Amazingly, I had fifteen books release in 2011 - my most fruitful year ever, by far.
Some things I'd do differently if I could - I'd devote more time to sitting with my butt in the chair, writing. I'd attend more chapter meetings of my local RWA chapter and I'd read more books. The beautiful thing about every one of these coulda-shoulda-woulda's is that I can change them all in the coming year.
What about you? What habits would you change if you could? Will you?
Friday, December 2, 2011
You're thinking, what the heck is she talking about, right? Because you know I always put a little sexy spanking and bongage in my books. At least whenever the h/h will go for it!
But this is the first book that's all about the hero dominating his very willing and submissive lover in the bedroom. Of course, there is still the overarching true-love romance, but in this case, I really tried to delve into exactly what the heroine is experiencing in her head during the BDSM scenes.
I wasn't sure how this approach would work for me - I usually write in a style that most would call "BDSM-Light." But I ended up having a really good time with this story, as I hope you will. Trust me - it's hot, it's sexy and it's romantic!
She wants to be dominated by a man and he's going to help her live out her every
Josie Roberts has a secret fantasy. She wants to be dominated, to feel owned by a man in the bedroom while being his complete equal outside of it. Finding that man has been difficult, however. But then she meets “Sir Dom” in an online BDSM chat room. After weeks of cyberspanking, Josie and her online Dom are both ready for the real thing, so they decide to finally meet in person.
When Josie arrives at the restaurant, she’s stunned to discover “Sir Dom” is none other than her ex-boyfriend Gavin Elliot. She can’t believe it. He might be gorgeous, but when it came to sex, he was about as vanilla as a man could get. Or so she’d always thought.
It turns out Gavin had kept his dream of dominating a woman in the bedroom a secret, too. And now, he’s going to live out every fantasy he’s ever had by tying her up and spanking her until she begs for more.
Without a word, he snaked his hand in her hair and with a firm, but gentle tug, tilted her head back. The show of dominance made her go gooey inside and she gripped the front of his shirt for support as he claimed her mouth in a scorching kiss.
“Tonight, and for every night after, you’re going to be my submissive when we’re in this room, and I will be your master,” he rasped. “Is that understood?”
“Yes,” she panted.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“Tonight, and for every night after, I will be your submissive when we’re in this room,” she promised. “And you will be my master.”
The words were a vow, and as she said them, Josie knew they tied her to Gavin as completely as if they were married.
Taking her hand, he picked up one of the leather cuffs from the bed and slipped it over her wrist, tightening it so that it fit snuggly. Then he did the same with her other wrist. Her heart was beating so loudly she was sure he must be able to hear it, but he made no comment as he led her over to the foot of the bed. Turning her to face it, he put his hand on her back and bent her over the bed. She wondered if he was going to cuff her hands behind her back with the sturdy- looking hooks that were attached to the leather. The image sent a quiver through her.
But he instructed her to put her hands above her head. She started to ask why, but remembered the vow she’d made and caught herself. She rested her cheek on the coverlet and obediently placed her arms out in front of her on the bed. Gavin took her right wrist and slid her arm closer to the edge of the bed. A moment later, she heard a click as he attached something to the leather cuff. Or rather, attached the cuff to something on the bed. She automatically gave her wrist a tug, but it wouldn’t give. That was when she saw the strap hanging over the side of the bed. It was some kind of restraint system, she realized as Gavin secured her other wrist to the opposite side of the bed. She gave that one a tug, too, but it was just as tightly bound as the other.
“Spread your legs,” he said softly.
Josie was so busy thinking about the restraints on her wrist, she didn’t realize Gavin had come around the bed to stand in back of her. Afraid he would think she’d forgotten her place already, she quickly spread her legs. It was only after she did that she realized just how vulnerable she was in that position, and as Gavin fit the leather cuffs around her ankles, she had to fight the urge to close her legs.
She expected him to secure them to the bed the same way he’d done with her wrists, but instead, she felt him attach something to the inside of the cuff around her right ankle. When he did the same to the cuff on the left one, she realized it was some kind of bar designed to keep her legs spread. If she’d thought she felt vulnerable before, that was nothing compared to how helpless and exposed she felt now. It had her so wet, she was practically gushing.
She sensed Gavin straighten up behind her. She automatically tensed, waiting for him to reach for either the paddle or the leather strap—both of which were still on the bed and in view. But he only ran his hand over the curve of her ass. Then gave it a firm squeeze.
Watch the Trailer!
Buy it at Ellora's Cave!
"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"