24 October 2013

Halloween Seduction Giveaway Hop

Halloween is upon us, a spooky time to celebrate everything dark and wicked.  When one thinks of things that go bump in the night, vampires, ghosts and goblins come to mind.  But this year, I got the privilege of writing a zombie story for a Halloween release.  I realize that zombies are not romantic or sexy, so I decided to use them as the background to the love story.

Civilization is pretty much a thing of the past in A Wanted Man, and humanity is a concept that can get you killed.  With that in mind, that only the strongest survive, the dynamics in writing such a couple in this environment have to shift a little because strong and weak aren’t necessarily definitive properties anymore.  Although most would say Atticus is the alpha and Kit is the beta, both men have to be strong, both men have their weaknesses, and both men have to learn to give and take. 

Drama creates tension and a lot of time heroes have outside trials and tribulations in the form of an antagonist. But when the world itself is the antagonist then this gives a clear path for the two heroes to take.  Suddenly, there are scenarios for the author to explore further. The two men have to work together.  They learn to trust each other, grudgingly.  They learn to fight side by side.  They learn to become partners.

But the road to true love is never easy, especially in a disease-torn world.  The heroes, Atticus and Kit, are trying to find utopia.  Between them and their destination are crazy survivalists, lawless bands of roaming mercenaries, and, of course…the zombies.  With so many different bad guys pulling and prodding the two men, the love story had to balance delicately.  I didn’t want to create insta-love, so trust had to be the first hurdle to overcome.  Both men struggle with issues of trust in different forms.  I had to put myself in their shoes and think, “How would I handle this situation?  Would I jump in with both feet, or would I be hesitant?”

And speaking of putting yourself into your character’s mind-set, the dialogue has to be believable from a man’s point of view.  I tend to write more crudely when I’m writing from a male’s POV.  With men, romance can be as simple and uncomplicated as making sure the beans are the right temperature.  But in a world full of the Z-disease, how can one write romance?  It’s really about the heroes protecting each other’s back in a fight—standing side by side.  They must overcome a marriage minded woman living in a survivalist camp, get past the lawless bands of roamers dominating the roads, even mutated wolves wanting a snack.  And when all hope is lost, loyalty creates an unbreakable love. Trust, loyalty, and passion—It’s the staple of what I put into all my romances.    
To win this awesome Zombie prize, just leave a comment (plus an email to contact you)!  Winner gets zombie kitchen towel and oven mit, two plastic drinking cups featuring How to Survive a Zombie Apocalypse, and a PDF ebook of any of my titles.  Winner will be chosen at random Nov. 2nd.
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22 October 2013

Yaoi and Boy’s Love

About thirteen years ago I became heavy into the anime and manga world.  I was watching what I could find  I came across a book titled FAKE and discovered it was man on man love.  I was floored.  I’d never seen anything like this before.  Curious, I bought the book, not knowing this was going to become an obsession.
and reading books from Tokyo Pop (now out of business), eagerly anticipating when the next book in a series would get released.

I soon learned that FAKE was part of a type of book called Japanese Yaoi, or Boy’s Love.  Usually written by women, it was gay love depicted between beautifully drawn boys, pubescent or older, written in any aspect from sensual to down right erotic.  The pictures were hard core and no matter what the topic, Yaoi always had love front and foremost in its themes.  The main characters typically conform to a formula of a seme, or top, pursuing the uke, bottom.

Yaoi began in the fan fiction markets of Japan in the late Seventies and developed from the popular sub-genre of platonic relationships between pre-pubescent boys.  It emerged as a sexualized parody of popular manga stories and soon became a term for female oriented manga and anime.  It featured homosexual or homeromantic relationships and soon spilled over from Japan to become popular in many parts of the world.

The word Yaoi is actually an acronym coined in the Eighties from the words Yama nashi, Ochi nashi, Imi nashi which means: "No peak (climax), no fall (punch line/denouement), no meaning".  Now, it is an umbrella term in the West for women’s manga or Japanese influenced comics with a M/M relationship.  It should also be noted that Yaoi is different from bara, which is written by and for gay men.  Yaoi is adhered to women only.

The terms seme and uke have connotation dating back through Japanese history, but usually the seme is the older man, the more dominate and masculine of the two while the bottom, the uke, is more feminine or androgynous.  Another interesting fact is that the characters in Yaoi will more than likely have sex facing each other, rather than doggy style, which tends to be more romantic to the female reader.  In older Yaoi stories, characters rarely ever claim they are gay.  Boy’s Love is simply loving another male.  With the popularity of Yaoi, however, more and more stories are coming out as homosexual.

Ten plus years ago, it wasn’t that easy to find translations.  FAKE had seven volumes plus an anime movie and was about a two cops brought together as partners.  Love grew between them.  From there I discovered Gravitation, about a guitarist and his growing love with a lyricist.  This also was developed into an anime.  Yaoi may have started out as a joke on romance, but like a wildfire, it spread rapidly. Over the years, more and more translations have become available, opening up the Yaoi genre and making it more accessible through distributors.

From my secret love of Yaoi, I grew to love male/male romances, moving onto films such as “Come Undone”, “Beautiful Thing” and “Shelter”.  This was before e-readers came into popularity and the rise of e-publishing, although it was right on the cusp.  Manga became too expensive a hobby and I had to stop buying so many books.  But they always stayed a passionate love of mine.

Soon, I read my first erotica romance and realized this was what all the stories I’d created lacked.  I went about rewriting my first novel, Black Leather Pants, and sent it off to four publishers in 2009.  Siren Bookstrand accepted.  Although most of my books have been MF or MFM, always in the back of my mind was my Yaoi.  I began experimenting with writing my own male/male stories and came out with a couple of MMF. 

Also at this time Paranormal romance had reached a crescendo with Vampires and Werewolves, and although I had thoughts about writing such a story, I wanted to do something different.  I began reading post apocalyptic novels with Yaoi always in the back of my mind.  By this time, e-readers and e-publishing had broken through traditional publishing molds to become of the dominant formats in publishing history.  So when I a tag line came into my mind, The world has changed, it left me wondering why and how the world has changed.

I actually pictured this world I was beginning to dream up through the eyes of a Yaoi character and soon had fleshed out two beautiful young men trying to survive in a desolate wasteland.  It took me a couple of years to write A Wanted Man, but I stuck to my vision of Kit and Atticus as they tried to survive a zombie like disease.  I have ideas for other Man Love stories that I hope to bring to life soon through Siren Bookstrand.

Yaoi, manga and anime played an integral part of my development as a writer since it often has the two male characters having to overcome immense obstacles for their love.   I still have my collection of Yaoi books and reread them often.  I find Boy’s Love quite beautiful.

21 October 2013

Topic Tuesday Favorite/Scariest Halloween Movies

I’ve joined a group called Topic Tuesdays which is sure to be very interesting.  Check out the others in the link at the bottom.  This week's question is:
"What 5 Halloween films are either your favorites (and why) or which 5 Halloween films scared the bejesus out of you (and how?)?"
Now, I’m such a lover of Halloween I think I’ll try to answer both these questions, although I haven’t seen too many obvious horror films. 


1) Shaun of the Dead – In my opinion, the best zombie flick out there.  Hilarious.  I love Simon Pegg in all his incarnations.    

2) The Walking Dead – Can I name a tv show?  Do I really need to say why I love this show?  It’s zombies!

3) Near Dark & The Lost Boys – Tied for my favorite 80’s vampire flicks.

4) Corpse Bride – Love the love story. 

5) The Watcher in the Woods – Many might discount this as a Halloween movie, but it’s creepy as all get out.  Human girl trapped by aliens, alien presence perceived as a ghost…and it stars Betty Davis. 

Scared the Bejesus out of me:

1) House of Wax – Original, of course, with Vincent Price.  Saw this as a little girl and it gave me nightmares.  Although anything with Vincent Price usually gives me nightmares.

2) The Evil Dead – The girl singing “We’re gonna get you” stayed with me for a very long time.

3) The Grudge – That ghost thing crawling down the stairs backwards and sideways…ug!  And then I found out that was a real woman able to do that and that disturbed me even more.

4) It – Clown.  Need I say more?

5) Poltergeist – Once again, saw this as a kid.  Wow, it definitely scared the bejesus out of me!
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18 October 2013

Saturday After Dark presents "A Wanted Man"

Halloween is just around the corner and with it the fear of every bump in the night.  Emerging from the
shadows of vampires and werewolves are zombies.  Now, admittedly, zombies are not sexy, they aren't romantic, and they certainly aren't stuff dreams are made of (no matter what the film "Warm Bodies" would have you believe).

For me, zombie stories aren't about blood, gore and shock value.  They are about human stories of survival, how to cope with such a cataclysmic change.  So with that in mind, I envisioned such a world trying to exist in this bleak disease infested world and came up with Atticus and Kit's story.

The following takes place before the two officially meet. 

The man stretched and looked up at the sky that was beginning to lighten up. Streaks of violet were mixing with bands of gold. Then he bent and took something from his backpack and then began to strip. And for the life of him, Atticus could not tear his eyes away.
Off came the long-sleeve cotton shirt, revealing a much slimmer physique than Atticus had first thought the man possessed. Muscles were present, but they were streamlined and smooth on a body that either had no body hair or was so fine that the hair could hardly be seen. Next were the pants. The man wiggled his hips to shimmy them off, leaving him standing in a pair of body-hugging long johns that ended at his knees. Atticus figured the man wouldn’t take them off, but his jaw fell slightly when the man pulled them down as well.
He stood gloriously nude, and Atticus felt his dick harden in his pants.
The man’s cock was long and slender, curving elegantly upward instead of pointing out. He grabbed a rag and poured some water from a bottle onto it and gave himself a quick, old-fashioned bath. Atticus felt his mouth go dry as he watched the strip of material run down the man’s chest, caressing each dip and curve before tracing over a flat stomach and lean hips. When the man reached his cock and balls, he slowed down the impersonal wash. With his heart pounding, Atticus watched as the man cupped his balls with the cloth, squeezing them while he fisted his dick.
Please! Do it!
Atticus silently urged him on. Some vague, distant voice warned him that perhaps this wasn’t right, spying on the man like this, but Atticus didn’t listen. Right now he was following the direction of the little head that currently throbbed inside unforgiving denim. He unzipped his pants and slid his hand inside to palm himself, giving his shaft a little squeeze.


The world has changed.  No one knows how the Z-disease happened, but no cure is available.  Humanity is a forgotten concept and to survive the scavengers and roaming plague scouts, one must blend in or become invisible.  And above all never trust anyone. 

Atticus is a loner, avoiding human contact as much as possible.  Until he discovers a young man on his own in the deserted wasteland and he can’t help but be curious.  So he watches, content to admire from afar.  But when bounty hunters come for the young man, he makes the choice to step in and save him.

Kit escaped the brutal confines of imprisonment just before he was to be sold into being a sex slave.  But the slavers aren’t the only ones who want him.  The underground scientists have finally found him, and they want him because he’s the only person born immune to the plague.

Kit might be wary of the handsome loner but he realizes Atticus might just be the person he needs to stay safe, if only he didn’t feel so attracted to the man. 

A Wanted Man will be available soon through Siren!
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13 October 2013

Writing through Writer’s Block

There is something really sad when a story is half-way through and the motivation for the characters up and dries out.   Questions like “how do I resolve this situation” or “where do I take them now” abound through the mind, adding to the frustration of trying to produce a story.  As a writer, I’ve had my fair share of writer’s block, and I’ve discovered for myself that it’s best to let the story go.  I save it, store it, and sometimes I go back and revisit in case something jumps into my mind.

My novel Love Story for a Snow Princess was one I had shelved for a while because of those very reasons.  The story went through a lot of revisions from when I first conceived it.  I had an idea of a socialite deciding her life is meaningless when her best friend dies in her house from an overdose.  She decides she needs to get away from her vices by becoming a mail order bride to someone in Alaska.  But it just didn’t work so I shelved it.  When another idea presented itself to me, I reworked my earlier writing and the story morphed into what is it today.  

I’ve only had one book I had to work off deadline, and that was A Silver Lining, a Battle of the Sexes story published through Loose Id.  I turned in my story synopsis and outline to my editor in July and I had to have it finished by November.  Whenever I got stuck on something I would move away from the section I was trying to write and move on to another part.  Since I didn’t have the option to sit back and wait for motivation, I found this method worked best for me.  By having something to look forward to and connect with, I was able to manipulate my characters into getting from point A to point B a lot faster.

Some stories are easier to write than others.  Such is the case for my first M/M romance-You Can Run. It was written in my mind when I moved from Baton Rouge, LA to Los Angeles, and when I sat down to my computer I wrote it in two weeks!  Through my entire journey across Interstate 40, I saw Big Rig trucks traveling up and down the road.  At night I would see them lined up in a row, bunked down for the driver to rest at truck stops.  I started imagining one of my heroes, Kyle, a young kid with a secret who needed to get out of town.  I pictured how the driver of a truck, Del, would react to having such a guest.  I must have taken a thousand pictures of trucks and the countryside!

Sometimes there are stories that a writer must let go of for various reasons.  For me, it usually stems from the characters completely taking over and leading me away from the vision I had of the story.  When that happens I have to rethink the entire plot.

If all else fails and writer’s block has its tight tentacles in you, then taking a break might be just what is needed.  Drink some wine or relax in a hot bath, read a steamy romance or watch a great flick.  And then when you sit back down to pound the keys, hopefully writer’s block will be a thing of the past.

11 October 2013

Saturday After Dark presents "Spirals"

After I’d published my first book, Black Leather Pants, I wanted to test my writing ability so I began writing a book from first person POV.  At the time, I was going to school to become a surgical technician and each day I had to drive to and from the San Fernando Valley.  I would pass by these amazing homes which made me wonder what they looked like inside.  From there, I speculated that the only chance I would have is if there was some sort of cataclysmic event, which of course, led to my novel, Spirals.

Kaori is an amazing heroine.  Strong but soft, tough but innocent.  I loved creating her.  Spirals has a sequel titled Kismet, which starts off with a great beginning but due to editorial differences, has a suck ass ending.  I’m disappointed with that one.  Oh well. 

Below is what I envisioned Kaori would do as a girl growing up in a world without people.  It was an interesting concept, to say the least.  Enjoy!

I open the closet and move the clothes around to uncover my plastic boyfriend, William. Silly, I know,
but in school, way back when, I had a major crush on this guy named William, and when I found this mannequin, I decided to immortalize my feelings. He’s been very faithful, very supportive, there when I needed him, and best of all, I wouldn’t have to worry about him if something were to happen to me. William will live on, I imagine, until time erodes his hard plastic flesh.
I smile the smile of a Cheshire cat as I prop him up and start taking off his clothes. The music playing is the perfect accompaniment to my striptease. I push the button-down shirt off his shoulders, admiring the pecs that are revealed. My breathing hitches a bit as my heart speeds up. It’s been a while since I visited William. I unbuckle the belt and slowly roll down the zipper, reaching around to slide my fingers over his butt as I push the trousers off him. My belly feels the dildo I long ago affixed to William, and the contact starts juices between my thighs. I am getting excited and wonder how long I will last playing with my doll.
When William is naked, I lay him down, the red dildo sticking straight up as if as proud and excited as I am with him. I take a few steps back, and the music changes to another BeyoncĂ© song, “Single Ladies.” I start to shimmy as I remember the old video. I don’t know the moves, of course, but I dance with freedom, shaking and swishing my hips as I run my hands over them, between my legs to tease myself, and then up to cup my breasts through the sheer top. My nipples are hard already, so I tweak them to bring forth that need deep in my pussy. I’ve often wondered what it would feel like to have a real man replace my hands with his own, to have that need fed with his lips and tongue while he pinched and rolled my nipples. Would it be just as delicious as it is now? I rub my breasts with one hand while the other travels down between my thighs, my finger finding my clit and rubbing lightly through the rough material. Not enough to actually get my rocks off, but enough to make me wet with anticipation. Masturbation is fine, but since I found the red dildo and attached it to William, my fingers are no longer enough.

Kaori Carnelian was only sixteen when Los Angeles was hit by an earthquake that devastated it. With the world trying to recover from a plague that has wiped out half of the population, she learns how to survive by her wits and a great ability to hide, scavenging through what is left of LA.

Years later, she is found by Sergeants Tobias Noble and Orion West who have been sent to find any survivors before another earthquake destroys everything. They find her pleasuring herself and instantly both want her. Her world spirals out of control in a very delicious way. But when the men have to go find two others in their regiment that are missing, Kaori has to decide if her love outweighs her instinct for surviving.

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09 October 2013

Movie Review "My Brother's War" - (LGBT)

On the day of her engagement, Grace Kieler finds her family and fiancé divided on political matters. With her future husband off to join the Union army and her brother vowing loyalty to the Confederates, she is torn. She promises her father that she will protect and care for her brother. Upon her father's death Grace decides to cut her hair, don her brother's clothes, and take his name to join the ranks of the Rebel army. She must find him and keep him from getting killed. Along the way, she meets Virginia Klaising, a widow and mother grieving the death of her only son. Virginia begins to fall for this Rebel 'boy' as they travel the backwoods avoiding both armies trying to get back home. By the same turn, Henry (Grace) finds himself comforted by this unfortunate woman. Together they are able to mend the wounds that tear the underpinnings of the heart. As love blooms and the secret becomes harder to conceal, the two realize that they have something precious---an unspoken candor that reveals the soul. When Henry is shot and brought back from most certain death, the secret is revealed and yet the bond grows stronger. After living through such brutal loss and watching the carnality of war unfold before them, they realize they only have each other. And yet it is more than enough. It is the balm that soothes---the quiet whisper that comforts. Each becomes a beacon in a time of great darkness, though their journey is short-lived as each must reach a destination without the other.
-Synopsis from IMDB (Written by writer, director & actress Whitney Hamilton)

What drew me to this movie was the idea of a female fighting in the War Between the States.  I've read several documented cases, but I've never seen such a movie.  And then I found out that it was listed in the LGBT section, so I knew I had to watch it. 

There are mostly bad things to say about this movie: bad editing, bad directing, bad filming.  The first twenty minutes of the film left me confused and wanting to stop watching.  The story lines were choppy and all over the place and I was really confused what was going on.  But something had me continuing on and so once I got to Grace's father dying, then the story became a little slower, more linear, and therefore, more bearable.

Really, why I kept watching was that I began to find Grace's metamorphosis into Henry fascinating.  Her brother has agreed to become a spy, so he hides his Confederate uniform.  Grace doesn't know about this so when she finds it, she dons it, cuts her hair, and takes off after him to find him and make sure he doesn't get killed.  As she wanders through the hills of Virginia, she stumbles into one battle after another. And when she meets Virginia, she clicks into being Henry. 

What's also interesting about this story is the underlining arc of her brother's, the real Henry's, spying because the man sent to catch the spy is none other than Grace's ex-fiance.  There are several twists throughout that begin to cohere into an interesting ending because at the heart of it all is the relationship that develops between the two women.  Virginia had a plot of land that the Union confiscated.  She hid her son in a trunk in the house while she went to go to the commander, but he ordered her house burned to the ground...which her son was still inside.  That was heartbreaking.  Even when she discovers that Henry is a woman, the bond between the two just gets stronger.  The chemistry between them is palpable although they never do anything more than share one kiss.

So, while this movie had a horrible beginning, a rusty middle and a squeaking end, I was taken with the journey Henry(Grace) went on.  Would I recommend this film?  No.  Not unless you understand that it was a bad film with an interesting story.

 **But let me point out, if you know anything of Civil War Battles, then don't be surprised this film gets it wrong too.  Ms. Hamilton used reenactors to get her war scenes and let's just say they're not the best historians.  That being said, I thought the women's clothing was pretty accurate.

04 October 2013

Saturday After Dark - Sleeping Beauty

My boyfriend kept urging me to write a take on a fairy tale...so I did.  I took "Sleeping Beauty" and did my
own sci-fi version of the story...plus adding in a menage!  At first I was going to call it "Cold Beauty" because I worried that some might judge it because of Ann Rice's stories (The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty) but mine was completely different from hers, so I went with the title.


As he continued his downward path, he bypassed the apex of her thighs, where he could smell her musk beckoning him. God, he wanted nothing more than to sink his steel-hard cock into her wet cunt and pump her until they both splintered apart. But whatever sanity he had left raised a red flag. He couldn’t take her virginity here, in some dump heap station and he definitely couldn’t take her without Noah beside him. They were partners, in every sense of the word. And although he knew Noah had feelings for Alivia, they hadn’t gotten around to talking about the items they’d agreed to when they decided to become lovers.
One of those hard limits had been no other sexual partners.
And he knew, technically, what he was about to do with Alivia was a violation of that agreement in an abstract way, but damned if he could keep the logistics straight. His higher brain functions fled. He was going to make damn sure she would turn all gooey at the thought of him, that she would invite him and Noah back into her arms and into her body very, very soon. Once her pants were off, he returned to where her thighs clenched together.
“Open for me, sweetheart,” he murmured enticingly.
Exerting a little pressure, she slowly relaxed and let her legs open. He got his first glimpse of her pretty pussy, all plump and swollen with her desire. Moisture glistened around the curls covering the hood. He ran a finger gently through them, barely brushing against her slit and a moan erupted from her lips.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he murmured. Then he kissed her, right on the spot he’d just touched and her hips jerked up, bumping against him.
“Ronan,” she breathed. “Oh, Ronan.”
“You taste so damn sweet, honey.”
He pressed his tongue against her again, as far as it would stretch, dipping a little into the slit. She moaned again and the little sound took him over the edge. He had to fully taste her now.
“I’m going to stick my tongue in you now,” he told her. “I want you to come so I can lap up your cream. Let yourself go, baby, as many times as you can.”

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Ronan Hark and Noah Kabot are deep space salvagers, partners in business as well as in life.  While investigating an old ship they discover a cryo chamber holding the frozen body of a beautiful woman who’s been asleep for thirty-one years.  Against Ronan’s better judgment, they take the chamber and wake her up.

Alivia Carian has spent her life living as a sheltered yet unloved princess, until the day she is forced into cryostasis.  It was only supposed to be for a short time, but somehow her ship crashed and she became nothing more than a memory.

But now everything has changed.  A hunter is after her and killing anyone who knows she’s alive.  As they race across the expanse of space, can Ronan and Noah keep her safe?  And what happens when she finally returns home to confront a life that forgot about her?

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03 October 2013

Why Write Erotica Romance?

(I've posted this before.  But every once in awhile I like to repost)

I’ve had it all.  The raised eyebrows, the nose in the air, the disdain very present in the eyes.  Even the rolled eyes. Everything that screams disapproval.  All because I say I write erotica romance.  People can’t seem to get past the ‘erotica’ part of that statement and focus on the part that I’m published.  I write stories that are turned into professionally edited manuscripts with wonderful cover art, ISBN’d, copywritten, and marketed.  I work very hard to create characters that are real, flawed, and redeemed through love, all in the space of at minimum twenty thousand words.  My largest body of work so far has been about 157,000 words, which is 642 pages and represents two years of my time. 

And that book will probably never see the light of day.

Now, for anyone who has sat down to write down a story, carried it through days, weeks or even years to fulfillment, submitted to many (dozens) of publishing houses, received many (dozens) of rejections, revised under advice, changed or deleted characters or dialogue you love, resubmitted, to finally get one person who will give your work a chance…then lets talk.  Writing is a very solitary life because when submerged in my worlds I live in my imagination.  I hear the voices of my characters.  I dream the scenarios of their lives. 

And I do all of this working, being a full time mother to a very active little boy, take care of a household and maintain relationships with friends.  I sacrifice sleep, personal time and normal stuff that most people do (don’t ask me who Honey Boo Boo is…no clue).

But I can’t NOT write.  I might explode if I’m not at my laptop trying to find a synonym for the words ‘gazed into his eyes’.  And why erotica romance?  Because I’m good at writing it.  The sex is graphic because the love is intense.  My stories are not about people who court each other, go to church on Sunday, and sleep in separate beds.  My stories are about people with problems…about an ex-soldier fighting PTSD, a woman who was raped at fifteen, a man who was inappropriately touched as a child, a woman who has survived alone in a wasteland for years, two male lovers in an age when having feelings for each other could lead to their deaths.  These characters are raw.  Their emotions are encased in ice.  These people are helpless, hopeless…until love finds them.  So sex between these people and their partners isn’t going to have ephuanisms like ‘manhood’ and ‘joined together in bliss’. 

What I write isn’t for everyone.  I know that.  Everyone has different tastes and opinions.  There are people out there who think the word ‘cock’ is vulgar.  Really, I get it.  But I am a writer.  I am a published author.  And I don’t deserve the eye roll.  None of us who write erotica romance do.  To my fellow sister and brother writers, I say give me more.  Give me more sex.  Give me more erotica. 

Give me more.

01 October 2013

Horny Hump Day - Release of Dreamland & Give-a-way!

Today (Oct. 2nd) is the Release Day for my M/F Time Travel Erotica novel, Dreamland, so I decided to feature it today!  And to make this extra special, just leave a comment for a chance to win a free PDF copy!  One winner will be drawn on Thursday, so be sure to leave a way to contact you!

Dicen straddled her body and pushed her slip up, revealing her perfect breasts, the tips pointed in invitation. He bent his head and closed his mouth over one, lavishing it with his tongue and teeth, tugging tenderly until she lay beneath him writhing. Her nipples were ripe little berries, made redder by his sucking.

Dreamland Blurb:

Dicen Burke had it all.  As lead singer in the world famous rock band, Dark Army, the world lay at his feet.  But the path to super stardom warred with a painful past and during a performance the demons haunting him finally descended.  Unable to stop the self destructive path of alcohol and drugs, when he fell, he fell hard.

He wakes up in a world he doesn’t know.  The Twenty-first century rocker is now in the 1920’s, lost and bewildered.  He’s taken in by Juliet Fox, a beautiful woman trying to be a positive influence in her brother’s wild lifestyle among the Hollywood Motion Picture elite. 

Dicen does his best to adapt, and with Juliet by his side, he discovers a world that offers him a clean slate.  But when he’s pulled back to the present, separated by time from the one person that gives him a reason to live, will he find a way to push past his demons as well as find Juliet again?


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