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29
Jul

So You Want To Be A Romance Author…

Posted in Stuff, Writing  by Lisa Fox

Being a romance author entails so much more than just writing a book. It’s an entire lifestyle. So before you put fingers to keyboard, here are some essential things you will need in order to be a proper romance author.

Have a Harem of Gorgeous Men

(This should be you)

This is absolutely the most important one. We all know that the only reason anyone buys romance is for the sex. In order to create the most believable, passionate and erotic chick porn out there, you need to do your research. Therefore, you need a harem.

Travel to Exotic Locations

(Here looks good)

Romance simply cannot flourish in a banal setting. The backdrop to your epic tale must be as intriguing and dazzling and jet-setting as your characters and their whirlwind love affair.

Have a Tragic Love Affair

(There cannot be happiness without sorrow)

You can’t know (and hence write about) the beauty and power of true love without having thought you were in love in the past only to either lose that love or realize it wasn’t love at all. This could be because you were blinded by lust and infatuation or maybe you picked the wrong man who wasn’t worthy of you or you might have even had a nice man that wasn’t very good in bed. Whatever the reason, a tragic – and preferably tormented – romantic past is a must.

Know How to Kick Some Ass

(He could TOTALLY teach me a thing or three)

It doesn’t matter if you are writing historical, paranormal, erotic or scifi, your hero needs to be a total ass-kicking stud even if he doesn’t actually kick any ass at all. Find yourself a weapons expert, a personal trainer and/or a hand-hand combat specialist and convince them to tell you all their secrets. And then add them to the harem.

And remember to always, always have fun!

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9
Jul

New FAB Intro: Marianne Stephens

Posted in Writing  by Marianne Stephens

Hi all! I’m excited to join this group of talented  authors …love and romance rule the world!

My passion for reading romance started with my first  Barbara Cartland novel. I was hooked on HEAs,   regencies/historicals, and devoured them like a  thirsty traveler wandering in a desert.

I moved on to contemporary romances and then my  interest spread to paranormals.

I decided to try writing a romance book in 1994…and reality slammed me in  the face almost immediately. My submitted book got rejected, and one kind agent suggested I put dialogue in my story. Seems I’d written most of it as narrative.

I had much to learn! So, I joined writing groups, critique groups, went to conferences/conventions, and eventually learned the ins and outs of the romance industry and how to write!

I’ve published four sensual mainstream romances under the pen name of Marianne Stephens, and I’ve also published two erotic romances as April Ash.
Those who know and love me will testify to the fact that they always knew I had a split personality…and it helps define the genres I write!

Love, passion, lust, sex, heat, hunks, romance…the list of what goes into a romance books is full of hot adjectives and nouns…and some naughty verbs, too! The words make our stories “come to life”, invading your usual routine as we try to transport you into a fantasy world where you fall in love with our heroes and heroines.

Please visit my websites and learn more about me and my books! Go to: http://www.mariannestephens.net and http://www.aprilash.net !

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12
Jun

New Release! Spring Fever by Giselle Renarde

Posted in Characters, Excerpts, Naughty, Reading, Releases, Writing  by Giselle Renarde

SPRING FEVER is special.

SPRING FEVER is a love story. I wrote it a few years ago, before my girlfriend Sweet and I started dating. I knew her as a “him” back then–an effeminate, quirky guy who attracted my attention, though I couldn’t quite figure out why. It was a long while before Sweet came out to me as a MTF transsexual. In the meantime, I wrote SPRING FEVER.

~Blurb~

Dotschy’s in love with a cross dresser. No, not in love. It’s just spring fever. Really it is…

After a rough break up, Dotschy doesn’t want to think about love everlasting. When spring comes around and she can’t stop smiling at Connor the sweet and sensitive semi-closet trans-curious sometimes-cross-dresser, she convinces herself it’s just infatuation. That doesn’t stop her from wanting him though. It doesn’t stop her from getting him either.

~Excerpt~

Connor, dressed as a woman, stood before me in a light pink sweater with pearly plastic buttons down the front. It was the type of sweater a mommy picks out for her little girl. That’s the spirit in which Connor dressed himself. Sure, he had plenty of life experience as a man, but he was a novice female. His skirt was a more mature tweedy grey shot with pink, slit in the back and just covering his knees. Did he shave his legs? I couldn’t tell, what with the pantyhose. His shoes matched his sweater. His nails matched his sweater. Connor pulled off the look beautifully. He looked almost elegant in his black Kiss of the Spider Woman wig. His boobs were generous, but he had a natural paunch to match. Despite his height, he didn’t look curiously tall. He looked perfect, actually. His glasses were the same pair he wore as a man. They suited him both ways.

Soft. That was Connor dressed as a woman. He was soft. Soft pinks, soft body, soft curves. I ran my hand across his cheek. That was soft too. No trace of stubble. Before I arrived at his house, I’d wondered if I would be as attracted to Connor dressed as a woman as I was to Connor dressed as a man. “You look beautiful.” I kissed his smooth cheek, lingering close. Those sparkling blue eyes were Connor. The clothes were different, but the person was the same. I would easily have made out with him, and not just to see if passers-by would throw stuff at us.

“You look fabulous, dear,” he said. His voice lilted, neither high nor low.

“Fabulous?” I chuckled. “Honey, you’re a woman, you’re not gay! Try ‘lovely’ or ‘gorgeous.’”

He leaned in close. Into my ear, he whispered, “Dotschy, you’re gorgeous.”

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29
May

New Release! Audrey & Lawrence: The Complete Collection

Posted in Characters, Excerpts, Naughty, Reading, Releases, Sex, Stuff, Writing  by Giselle Renarde

Audrey and Lawrence are so excited to see all their adventures in a single collection, they’ve created a whole website for it! Okay, so they had a little help from an author friend, but I’m trying to stay humble about my contribution to their great endeavour…LOL

Audrey & Lawrence: The Website

For those who haven’t met Lawrence the Librarian and his young mistress Audrey, they’ve been up to no good for years, spreading their stories all over erotic fiction websites like Oysters and Chocolate.com and The Erotic Woman.com, and even appearing in anthologies like Tasting Her (Cleis Press, ed. Rachel Kramer Bussel) and Coming Together: With Pride (Phaze Books, ed. Alessia Brio).

But here I am yapping away when I’m supposed to be sharing a blurb and an except. So, without further ado…

Audrey & Lawrence : The Blurb
An affair is always easy in the beginning. There’s plenty of steamy sex and getting-to-know-you. Everything is for now. Immediate gratification. No thought of the future.

That’s how it starts for Audrey and Lawrence. Audrey’s only concern is helping an unhappy man trapped in a sexless marriage revive the virility of his youth. That approach doesn’t last long. As her affection builds, she wants more than she can have, and more than Lawrence is willing to give.

Over the course of twelve breathless stories, Giselle Renarde’s famous femme fatale tips from the lofty realm of youthful adoration into the dark pit of jealous love. Will her behaviour get out of hand when the affair grows beyond her heart’s control?

This complete collection includes all twelve Audrey & Lawrence stories, many of which make their premiere appearances in this special compilation.

Audrey & Lawrence : The Excerpt

From “Marry Me:”

In that moment, looking into those tear-filled eyes, I knew I wanted to marry Lawrence Galloway. The thought had crept up on me before, but I’d always managed to force it out of my mind. After all, I was a career-mistress, or at least it would have been a career if I took any money for my tenderness.

Audrey the mistress: not just what I was, but who. My whole identity was wrapped up in that one dominating aspect of my personality. I was a woman who consorted exclusively with older men, married men. Those sad sorts raised in a bygone era, trapped in loveless, sexless relationships. My body, my admiration, helped them, made them feel good again, feel attractive and virile. What I gave them was a therapy, a rejuvenation. Of course, when Lawrence came along, I was smitten. There’d been no one else since.

But ringing in my ears were the words, “I’ll never ask you for anything.” In the beginning, I’d assured him, “as long as you keep no other mistresses, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll do more for you than you’ve ever dreamed, but I want to be the only other woman in your life.”

As I gazed into Lawrence’s sad eyes that April morning, I knew I was about to go back on my word. “Be my husband,” I said. My tone was utterly flat. It wasn’t a question, wasn’t a plea, it was a plan. “Leave Ruth and marry me. Be my husband.”

The words I’d promised never to utter all those years ago had now been spoken. Lawrence stared at me, seemingly awestruck. Maybe he would marry me. Maybe he loved me enough now.

Reaching out, Lawrence held my cheek, and his touch was the touch of God. It rang through my body like cathedral bells, alerting my cunt it was time for worship. He squinted and the teardrops fell like lava against my chest as he leaned his head toward mine.

Without a word, Lawrence laid a passionate kiss on my mouth. My eager tongue groped for his. It was hot, wet, forceful but yielding. With both hands on his head, I dragged his energy down through every centre along his spine. I dragged it to the very base of his being and squeezed his tight ass when I got there. Mirroring my pose, he scooped my cheeks into his hands, digging firm fingers into complicit flesh. We kissed and we kissed and we kissed. Hot, wet, yielding. That’s when his hard cock found me like a lonely traveller taking refuge from the storm.

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Ooh…I want to read more, and I wrote the damn thing! LOL

You can read more too by purchasing Audrey & Lawrence: The Complete Collection from eXcessica Publishing !

Or visit Audrey & Lawrence: The Website at http://audreyandlawrence.viviti.com/

I love the Audrey & Lawrence collection and I hope you will too.

Hugs,

Giselle Renarde

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16
Mar

Traffic Cone Anyone?

Posted in Uncategorized  by Tess MacKall

There are things in this world I knew, but didn’t know I knew. God help me. Last night I realized it was my turn to blog this morning, and as I am recovering from a horrible upper respiratory infection, my brain is a little foggy. So I decided to search for a blog idea and ran across a topic that is near and dear to my heart. The latest sex trends. Now before anyone gets all excited and thinks I’m trolling porn sites, I’m not. I just snoop around and see what’s up is all. Gotta stay knowledgeable on sex if you write erotic romance you know.

It’s not like I’m learning any new tricks in my personal life. TMI? Well, just sayin’.

Anyway, I found out last night that 77 is one of the latest things couples have going on. When I saw that pop up I thought…Whoa! If 69 is good then 77 has got to be even better. Well, just stands to reason, doesn’t it? Then I found out what it is. Lying side by side, his chest to her back, rear entry position, but while moving you stretch out and it forms double 7s. Jeez…must have been a mirror on that ceiling for them to have figured out it looked like a 7. I thought it was going to be something I’d never done before. Old news.

Sooooo…I kept looking. There had to be something exciting for me to see somewhere. Or at least something that would make my mouth fly open. And there was. A new sex toy. The Cone. I saw that and immediately thought of orange road cones. Then I saw the pic. Don’t you just love it? All pink and rubbery. Nice. Uh huh. Are my words dripping sarcasm here? Can you feel it?

Okay, I go to the site where this thing is sold. It’s a vibrator. A $120 vibrator. Yeah, and for that much money it better bring me roses too! In case anyone is interested, I’ll put a plug in for the site so you can read the full description of this product as I’ll only be giving you snippets and my commentary. http://www.bettersex.com/Vibrators/Clitoral-Vibrator/sp-the-cone-vibrator-2758.aspx

Now granted, I haven’t tried this thing, nor will I. I’m not so hard up that I need to spend that much money. And if I were so inclined to spend that much money, statements like “powerful 3 Volt 3000rpm gold brush motor with 16, yes 16, pre-programmed vibration patterns” would scare the hell out of me! When you start talking volts and rpm—I am out the door.

And that’s not all. You can “climax while in doggie style”. Alone? I guess you could, but I kept having visions of that and somehow this cone sticking out like that just didn’t work for me. Now the person doing the pitch for this toy suggests you use it while in bumper-to-bumper rush-hour traffic. Guess now we know why there are so many accidents that time of day.

Here’s the kicker. It was kind of late when I was reading about this. I’d been on a live chat promoting my latest release, A Scarlet Memoir, http://alpheratzpress.com

Yes, shameless promo. You knew it was coming, didn’t you? So anyway I was tired and this was the last thing I was doing before I went to bed. I got to the part where it describes the product’s dimensions. Talk about eyes getting as big around as saucers and mouth flying wide open! Did that really say four and a half feet tall!

I put my reading glasses on. No. It said four and a half inches. Okay, the little marks were really tiny. Sue me. I think next month when I look for a blog topic I’ll stay away from all the toy sites.

Here’s hoping everyone gets to swill down at least one glass of green beer tomorrow! Happy St. Pat’s Day!

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16
Feb

The Secret War

Posted in Hotties, Sex  by Tess MacKall

There’s a secret war being waged. It’s been going on for thousands of years while we go through life blissfully unaware that someone—something—is out there jockeying for a place in our quiet existence.

The battle to determine how best to cover our men’s genitalia continues to rage.

I was at a big Valentine’s Day chat on the Midnight Seductions Authors group Saturday- http://groups.yahoo.com/group/midnightseductions -and just happened to post a pic of two truly hot guys in their underwear—one in boxers, one in briefs. The caption read: boxers or briefs?

This little pic generated some hoots and hollers, lots of playful chatter, with women lining up on one side or the other. By the end, however, we’d all decided commando was the true preference. And that should probably end this blog post right here and now. Nope. I’ve got lots to say on the subject of underwear. Stand back, give me room.

Here in the South, a lot of our guys still cling to the traditional whitie tightie—pun intended, and that’s just fine with me. I think I’d be really upset if ol’ Bubba stripped down to a thong. To each his own, of course, but there’s something oddly comforting about those bright white Fruit of the Looms. They’ve been around for quite a while, and it doesn’t look like they’re going to become obsolete any time soon. At least I hope not. Besides, on the right man, they’re not going to stay on him that long anyway. Commando is indeed where it’s at.

People have actually written about the history of underwear. Men’s and women. When I saw that, I kind of figured they’d start out with the old stand by—the fig leaf. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a reference to it anywhere, although I did see a nice pic in a men’s muscle magazine the other day with a guy standing in front of a waterfall wearing nothing but a leaf. I kept imagining him taking a step back and the force of the water knocking that leaf right off his…

Well, the caption said it was a fig leaf, but unless it’s some variety of fig tree I’m not aware of, that leaf was way too big—which made me wonder about the fig leaf cover up in the Bible where Adam and Eve hid their nakedness behind the leaf as a result of their shame over eating the forbidden fruit. The metaphor being pejorative in nature, of course. It didn’t hide much. In other words, everyone saw their shame.

Leather loin cloths were around seven thousand years ago. Now, I know some men wear leather today, but to me that would be pretty sweaty—and not the good kind of sweaty either.

The ancient Greeks used wool to cover their manhood. Talk about chafing! I’m beginning to wonder about who invented baby powder. But that’s for another blog.

Today’s underwear can be over the top and sexy as hell. In addition to those whitie tighties, boxer briefs, and plain old boxers, men now have a choice in a range of explosive color and style. How about thongs, jockstraps, and slingshots? Mesh, please? The pic up top is a sheer mesh jockstrap. It comes in a variety of colors too.

I love the slingshot. I even used that design in my latest book, Latin Rhythm. Here’s the snippet:

Wet, black hair buffeted his shoulders. His swarthy skin glittered with water droplets in the dazzling sunlight. Ripped muscles moved up and down his torso with fluid grace. And, oh my god, barely-there fluorescent orange-and-black swim briefs left nothing to the imagination. His bulky load packed into a tight slingshot said it all.

Want to see a slingshot and some other sexy male underwear? Take a look at this site: http://cocksox.com I so love the header. Although I do have concerns about what that guy is reaching for—or is he scratching?

For a look at male underwear over the ages visit: http://manstouch.com/mensunderwear/historyofmensunderwear.html I particularly love the slide show on this site. There’s one image/painting of a man looking a bit Sir Walter Raleighesque (not sure how to spell that), and his dog is in the pic. The dog seems to have homed in on what I can only describe as a codpiece. Gives new meaning to the term ‘boner’ and looks a lot more like the dog’s lunch than anything else. I guess this look helped with advertising a man’s size too. But as a woman, I’d have questioned the authenticity of the packaging. Hell, I do that now!

Any way you cut it, men’s underwear has changed over the years. It makes me wonder if men pay attention. Well, I guess they do or there wouldn’t be a need for all the changes. But I suspect a man decides early on which style suits him best, and all the wilder variations are reserved for playtime.

I’ve got a kid who lounges around in silk South Park, X Box, Rolling Stones, and Bugs Bunny boxers. And that’s just for hanging out. He prefers the boxer briefs for actual underwear. The men in my life have mostly worn briefs. Although, a few have enjoyed the freedom of boxers. In the early nineties, there was a trend amongst young women (sixteen to twenty-five, I’d say) to wear a pair of men’s boxers on top of their jeans. Thank God that trend is over!

So what’s your SO’s preference? Is he into the form fitting briefs or those loose-fitting boxers? How about the combination boxer-brief? Have you ever purchased him a pair of naughtier-than-hell thongs? Did he look at you like you’d lost your mind or grin and put them on, following up with a sexy dance just for you?

Ya’ll will have to excuse me now. Bubba is calling.

For a look at my slingshot-wearing hot Latin hunk, pick up a copy of Latin Rhythm at Pink Petal Books. http://pinkpetalbooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=6&products_id=84

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