09 February 2011

Eroticia Romance in Verse


Experimentation is what helps an author to grow. It allows them to stretch beyond their comfort zone and broaden their skills. And an author’s mission, at least in my opinion, is always to broaden those skills.

An author never stops learning. Regardless of what genre you write, there is always something new to learn. But one of the best ways to learn it is to branch out into something different. When you pare down your writing to the essence of the words, switching genres or even lengths helps to uncover new means of presenting the same story.

I experiment like this all the time. Along with writing romance (all subgenres), fantasy, and young adult, I also test the waters for other genres. My one attempt at horror failed miserably, and I seem to have trouble writing mystery if it isn’t a subplot hidden beneath a larger arcing plot. I’ve experimented with points of view, writing in third person omniscient (most of my works are third person limited), using two points of view in first person perspective (separating those by chapter), and trying out second person point of view.

Every now and again, I revisit my quest to write something in a way no one has before. I take a look at what’s been done and try to brainstorm new ways.

That’s how His Smoldering Eyes came to be. This free read, found at http://www.lbelow.net/lkbelow/books/free-reads/his-smoldering-eyes , began when I asked myself, “What can I do that no one has potentially done before?”

Now, I’ve read quite a few novels written in verse. But these have been young adult or mainstream novels. I’ve even read erotic poetry (largely from the Restoration era or ancient Greece and Rome, but some modern poets as well). However, one thing I’ve never seen is an erotic romance novel written in verse.

Some people -- my boyfriend included -- look at me and tell me than a novel written in verse is essentially poetry, and therefore has been done. Maybe it takes a connoisseur of both poetry and erotic romance, but I see a difference. Writing a novel in verse is different from writing poetry, even long poetry. Books written in verse bridge the gap between poetry and the popular mass market paperbacks found on the shelves. They have many plot devices and other things in common with normal books, but are written in a more poetic style.

When I sat down to write His Smoldering Eyes, I was thinking about how I’ve never read an erotic novel written in verse. I was thinking about how it might be a challenge to write one -- and I love nothing better than a challenge. And lastly, I was thinking about the act of sex -- which can be poetic in itself.

But, as with all of my experiments, I need feedback in order to know whether it was a success or not. I highly encourage you to take a peek at this short erotic story and let me know -- do you enjoy stories told in this format? Would you read a longer book in the same style? I can be reached through email at lbelow(at)lbelow.net.

And now, for those writers out there reading this -- go! Experiment! Regardless of whether or not the end result is a success, you’ll be able to knock one more thing off your “things I haven’t tried” list. And good luck!


-L. K. Below writes poetry, romance, and speculative fiction. Under her full name, Lindsay Below, she pens young adult novels. Visit her online at www.lbelow.net or at her blog at http://lbelow.blogspot.com.

06 February 2011

Welcome Josephine Templeton






When the opportunity arose for me to participate in Beth Carter’s Guest Blogging venture, I leapt before I looked. I am not an everyday Blogger. I am extremely cautious about what I put online, and so after she confirmed my participation, the thought occurred to me – what am I supposed to write about??

After about a day of pondering, the solution hit my while listening to an online interview of one of my teenage heroes, Simon LeBon. I hope you enjoy my trip down memory lane as I contemplate a lifetime of My Favorite Things. Perhaps it shall give us all insight as to what makes Josephine Templeton tick!

The road to creativity began with Elvis Presley. I remember as a young child watching his movies. Or perhaps I should say, dancing around and jumping on the couch while watching his movies. In particular, I love Jailhouse Rock – not only because of the lively beat but because of the line ”Little Joe was blowing on the slide trombone” … for obvious reasons.

This is about the time I wrote my first story. It was about a witch, and my sister Joan never lets me forget that I had a nightmare about it that same night.
I’m a little blurry on when some of this list became part of my all time favorites.

Movies - The Sound of Music, Romeo & Juliet, and Indiana Jones.
Books - The Hobbit (and all subsequent J.R. Tolkien works), the V.C. Andrew’s series beginning with Flowers in the Attic, Little Women (I associated a lot with the main character Jo, who was also a writer, and Beth because one of my older sisters is named Beth.) and many romance novels.

TV Shows - I used to love The Dukes of Hazzard (Bo Duke in particular), and Moonlighting with Bruce Willis. Since all my siblings were out of the house by the time I became a teenager, my summer up-all-night-fests started with Star Trek and ended with The Rockford Files. I played solitaire until the TV stations signed off at midnight, then listened to the radio and read or wrote until I fell asleep.

I loved country music until high school started. Then I gradually lost touch with it for the next four years. My country favorites included Kenny Rogers, Dolly Parton, Tanya Tucker and Loretta Lynn. Then, Duran Duran entered my life when my brother Bill took me to their concert in the 9th grade. I was hooked and am still a Durannie. I bought everything I could afford – from albums to buttons. The walls in my room became a shrine to John Taylor and Simon LeBon. To say I was “gaga” over them is putting it mildly. I still have everything but the albums – they got left/ruined in the attic of the first house I owned. Now I am very cautious with what goes in the attic.

My second favorite band during high school was Berlin, and when they came to Baton Rouge in concert, I was lucky enough to have met them. I was on a natural high for days, and I proudly showed the pictures I took with Terri Nunn and John Crawford to everyone!

As an adult, I have many more favorites. I wrote a lot of poems and short stories in high school but stopped from the time I graduated until my ten year high school reunion. I got back on the wagon and am so glad I did. The TV show Buffy the Vampire Slayer spurred me to expand upon a short story I had written, and it blossomed into my vampire romance novel, Forever Yours. After I finished that, I wrote Convicted of Love, my historical romance set in Louisiana.

These days, I am writing freelance articles for 008 Magazine in Lafayette, Louisiana and Town Favorites in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I also have two completed but as yet unpublished novels – a pirate romance and an urban fantasy with romantic elements.

In retrospect, the most favorite thing in my life thus far is my husband, Mike. While our life has been one huge rollercoaster ride, I have to say that love has seen us through many rough times. So when I get the “look” from people about writing romance, I brush it off. Money may make the world go round, but Love gives us the courage and strength to deal with every day issues.



Thanks for asking me to blog, Beth!
Josephine Templeton
www.josephinetempleton.com

02 February 2011

The Dating Game by Roz Lee


I’ll admit it. I’m not an expert on the dating scene. I found my man thirty-five years ago, and I’ve been married to him for over thirty-two of those years. An article in a Los Angeles newspaper got me thinking about how hard it is to find someone to love these days. Four career women are suing the computer dating service they signed with for breach of contract. They claim the company took their money and provided inferior service. Among their complaints were the men they were paired with did not fit the criteria the women set forth. One woman said the only match they found for her was a man who lived in San Diego. Since she lives in Los Angeles, it was a deal breaker for her. She wondered if there weren’t any eligible bachelors in Los Angeles. Another complained that matching her with someone a decade younger, and who aspired to having children, wouldn’t work since she had clearly stated she was beyond her childbearing years.

If their claims are true I’d have to say they have a case. But what got my attention was the amount of money they paid for this matchmaking service. One woman claimed to have forked over $35,000. Again, I’m no expert, but this seemed like an excessive amount for a service that used to be provided for free by well meaning friends, neighbors and relatives.

Back in the day—after dinosaurs and before computers—we relied on a much simpler network to find a mate. A good number of us were successful, and it didn’t cost us a dime. Our world was smaller then. The pool of available males was confined to the ones we met at school, church, work, and when we were older, the local bar. The free matchmaking services mentioned earlier added a smattering of new flesh to the pool.

Today, computer-dating services are everywhere, and the new matchmaker on the block, the internet has taken the middleman out of the equation. Log on, fill out a form, pay the fee and hit ‘send’. Within seconds, you have a list of like-minded people who are also looking for love. So why is it so hard to actually find love?

Back when—because we understood the limitations on our search, I think we took the time to look beyond the surface to see the real person. Today’s methods expand the shopping from one store to a whole mall, and like looking for the perfect dress, sometimes there is just too much to choose from. We know we can’t try them all on, so we dismiss the majority based on a quick glance. Have you ever taken a chance on a dress you weren’t so sure of on the rack, but once you tried it on, you fell in love with it?

I know the single women out there can’t try on every guy they see. There are just too many choices, but I’m wondering if there isn’t a simpler way to find a guy. Today is the first day of the Chinese New Year, a holiday that lasts fifteen days. In certain areas, there is a custom I find intriguing. On the fifteenth day, single women write their name on an orange and throw it in the river. Single men fish the oranges out of the water. It’s a low-tech way to meet someone new, but if the high-tech way isn’t working for you, perhaps you should try throwing an orange in the river. Happy New Year!

In my debut novel, THE LUST BOAT, Candace has been burned by love, but if Ryan can convince her to give him a chance, they both might find what they’ve been looking for. THE LUST BOAT is available now from www.eredsage.com. Visit me at my website – www.rozlee.net.

Please leave a comment! I’d love to hear your take on The Dating Game, and a big thanks to Beth for inviting me over to play today!

30 January 2011

Berengaria Brown's Newest Book!


Thank you for inviting me over today, Beth. My latest release is called “Rose’s Renaissance” and it is a two men/one woman menage.

Blurb: “Rose’s Renaissance”
Rose is at the swimming pool, unhappily completing physiotherapy after breaking her leg, when she meets up with a very attractive man she saw at rehab, Oliver. Unfortunately Oliver is in a gay partnership with Kieran, an equally attractive man. Oliver and Kieran take a liking to Rose, do their swimming pool exercises together, and then go out for dinner. Dinner leads them back to Oliver and Kieran’s house where the evening ends very satisfactorily for all of them, in bed.

But Rose’s leg is not healing properly and extra measures—measures she sincerely dislikes—have to be taken. And what will happen about her growing romance with the two men?

Just for you today, here is what happens before the story opens, an outtake from the book:

Prologue to Rose

Rose eyed her huge, old, white refrigerator. She rested her mop in the bucket of sudsy water and pushed her glasses up her nose.
“Well, I guess the only way to clean the floor is to move you out a bit, you big lug!”
Rose, braced both her arms against the refrigerator and pushed. It moved about an inch.
“Being stubborn are you?”
She leaned her hip against its solid white side as well as her arms and shoved again. This time it slid a foot or so out from the wall.
“Awesome,” she puffed, collecting her mop and sliding in behind it. But she couldn’t get enough room to clean the floor properly, so squeezed her way out again.
“You may be big and tough, but you won’t defeat me,” she said to the refrigerator wagging her finger at it sternly. “You may as well give up and move so I can wash the floor.”
Rose leaned against the cold enamel and shoved with all the strength in her arms and hips. The refrigerator teetered and fell pushing her body and knocking her to the floor.
Rose landed on the tiles with a crash, the refrigerator coming to rest across her left leg with the force of a ton of bricks.
“Holy shit!”
Rose tried to sit up, but the pain in her leg made her head swim and for a moment she thought her breakfast was about to reappear.
Taking a big breath, she told herself, “Come on, it’s only a piece of equipment, get up!”
Gritting her teeth she managed to sort-of sit up, leaning on an elbow, but the pain was intense and the refrigerator wasn’t moving off her leg.
“Come on woman, use your brains!” she urged herself.
Rose wiggled her upper body sideways until she could reach her mop, then pushed the head of it under the piece of solid steel and heaved. Nothing happened.
“You’re an accountant. You know math. The mop is a lever. ‘If I had a long enough lever I could move the world.’* Who said that? Someone famous.”
Rose’s head was getting fuzzy from the pain but she managed to move a little farther from the refrigerator, making the mop a longer lever, and finally she was able to pull her leg out from under it.
Her purse was sitting on the kitchen bench, her cell phone inside it. It was only half a dozen feet away but it seemed like a million miles. Half crawling, half dragging her leg, Rose reached the counter and her phone, then punched 9-1-1 for the paramedics.
Then she relaxed, lying on the floor, waiting for the sirens and help.

Buy Link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=3026

Berengaria Brown
http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/
http://berengariabrown.webs.com/
http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/board/showthread.php?p=135974#post135974

29 January 2011

Guest Blogger Berengaria Brown!!!...with Contest!

Just a reminder to mark it on your calendar.....

Berengaria Brown is guest blogging with me on MONDAY, Jan 31st! A talented author, she is published with some of the best, including Ellora’s Cave, Siren, Aspen Mountain and Evernight! She is promoting her newest release, Rose’s Renaissance, available now through Torquere Books! So mark it on your calendar, this Monday, and stop by again!!!

February is Guest Blogger month, with such awesome authors like: LK Below, Roz Lee, Josephine Templeton,Belinda McBride, ZA Maxfield, Laura Tolomei, Jillian Chantal, and Lynn Crain! So visit often!

If you leave a comment, one lucky person will receive a free pdf version of my latest novella, A Man After Midnight, at the end of February! Your name will go into a pool and be chosen at random, so the more times you leave a comment the more times you're entered!

Let Romance Take Flight!

-Beth D. Carter
www.bethdcarter.com

20 January 2011

Guest Bloggers Coming Soon!

February is the month of Romance…and I have a plethora of Romance Writers for you blogging on my site!

Jan 31st… Berengaria Brown
Feb 3rd…. Roz Lee
Feb 7th….. Jo Templeton
Feb 10th…. L. K. Below
Feb 14th…. Belinda McBride
Feb 17th…. ZA Maxfield
Feb 21st…. Laura Tolomei
Feb 24th…. Jillian Chantal
March 3rd…Lynn Crain

And make sure to come back in March where we have “Reader Questions” month, asked by Readers and answered by Authors!

Let romance take flight!

11 January 2011

A Man After Midnight is released!

My novella with Loose Id, titled A Man After Midnight, has been released today! Available in ebook format, head on over and check it out! I'll be running a contest this weekend to win a free copy, so check back to see what the trivia will be!

"When a friend invites her for a weekend vacation in New York City, Caroline Grace jumps at the chance. She meets the handsome and sensual Wren Calder, and is immediately swept off her feet by the powerful attraction she feels toward him. She doesn’t hesitate to indulge in a one-night-stand, but Wren has other ideas. He proposes a no-strings weekend fling and Caroline decides it’s just what she needs to get over her divorce. By night, Wren slowly frees her inhibitions, opening her to a sexuality Caroline has long denied herself. He shows her a world of voyeurism, the thrill of sex in public, and how she loves to be dominated.

Overshadowed by the mistake she made in the past, Caroline leaves at the end of the weekend vowing to forget him. But she soon comes to the conclusion that getting over Wren is going to be a little more difficult than she thought, because she realizes just how much she’s fallen in love."