Friday, October 21, 2011

A taste of Once Bitten, Twice Shy; Book Two of Wolf Smitten

A knock at the door broke his reverie, and he was wrenched back to the issue at hand: Aubree had arrived. “You can do this,” he told his reflection, before shaking his head and walking out of the bathroom. Another knock briefly stirred anger before he reeled his feelings back in. It was not Aubree’s fault, she was probably just eager for a coffee. Besides, she was completely unaware that he was no longer available to her. Placing his hand on the doorknob, Derek braced himself and plastered a smile on his face. He was not in the mood for visitors, but he felt obliged to entertain Aubree after such a long trip. He opened the door and was almost knocked backwards as he was rushed by the tall brunette who proceeded to throw her arms around his neck and plant a kiss on his lips. Gently grabbing her by the hips, he stepped back and broke yet another kiss. Watching her lips move to a pout he fought the urge to sigh in exasperation. He had spent seven years with this woman and had even considered proposal. They had only been apart for six months and he already found her tedious and overbearing. What had changed in that time? He knew the answer to that question; he had found Krissy.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011


     When I was in college more years ago than I like to admit, I was a big movie fan. The film board ran double features on weekends, and film noire classics during the week. I went to a lot of movies. The film board published its schedule at the start of the year, listing all of the films and where the films would be shown. At the end of the schedule, just before the end of the second semester, however, was an annual entry, “To Be Announced”.  This was the annual X-rated film. The campus stretched over three municipalities. Depending on the political climate, the film might be scheduled in one town rather than the others.
    While no one would admit to anyone who wasn’t with them at the time that they went to the x-rated films, the films were well attended. By sophomore year, I worked out a fool proof method for detecting attendees. Each of the movies had roughly five to seven minutes of canned music that would repeat over and over in each sex scene. So all I had to do was whistle a few bars of the canned music, and watch to see who reacted.

     The U.S. Supreme Court has never defined obscenity. However, repeating the same five minutes of music over and over again in each sex scene probably is an integral part of any such definition. “So, Holmes, what does this have to do with handling a 'tingling mons' or a 'throbbing cock'--the third time around?” “Everything, Watson. Everything.”

     The Russians have a saying that “Repetition is the mother of learning.” As an editor, I have a saying, “Repetition is the mother of a rewrite.” Nothing causes eyelids to droop faster than reading the same descriptions over, and over, and over. This truism even, or perhaps especially, applies to sex scenes.

      If a tale is going to have more than one sex scene, then don’t be afraid to use a thesaurus. A penis may be a rock hard, throbbing rod in the first scene, a turgid, pulsating bar in the second, or even a palpitating, adamantine rhabdoid projection in the third (okay, maybe that’s stretching a bit). A vagina can be a hot, moist passage in the first scene, a lascivious, steamy tunnel in the second, or even a fabled treasure chest in the third. Everyone loves a little pussy, but no love is lost for a mons, a Mountain of Venus, a nub (not “numb” which I have corrected in at least three different works), or a love button.

     In sex scenes, “tingling” and “throbbing” appear with great regularity, albeit attached to different parts of the anatomy (“throbbing cock”, “throbbing mons”, “tingling pussy”, “tingling nipples”). Editing one’s own work is always difficult. But before submitting a piece, look for certain words that are used frequently. There is no need to rewrite the entire sex scenes. Just vary the descriptions. 

     Thanks for letting me ramble.


Blurb: There are seven parallel worlds known as the Seven Realms which are separated by a Veil. Six are inhabited by all manner of entities, some natural, some not. That may not be the case for much longer. The first portion of the High Sidhe Prophecy of the Sevens has been fulfilled. The Anarch, who is one with the Veil, has escaped. If she chooses, she can part or drop the Veil or she can lift the Veil in its entirety. The Seven Realms will converge. The laws of physics and magic will collide head on. Unless she is stopped, there will be nothing left.
Queen Amura has called for an assembly of the signatories to the High Sidhe's Second Accords, a multi-realm peace treaty to consider how to deal with the threat of the Anarch. An Earthside TechnoWitch and other dark forces also are  seeking to control the Anarch. Prince Dzhok (Jack), High Sidhe Ambassador Salash (Jack's oldest friendand lover), and Valkyrie Brunhilde set out to find and befriend the Anarch before all is lost.

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Jack took a moment, and then he saw the light. Unfortunately, it appeared to be attached to an oncoming train. Jack was no pacifist. Like Salash, he would kill to protect his children (and had). But as a pansexual high blood Prince of the Human Whisperers and Allied Kinds, "make love, not war" was not a mere platitude, but rather was the very core of his being. Jack knew that he would have little influence on the upcoming gathering in Paradox. This was not a symposium. It was a war council. The outcome was fairly certain. His Mother and her allies would seek to kill the Chosen. And they would fail miserably.

"We have to find her first."

"Exactly, Jack."

You've got mail.

Salash reached over and pulled the MAPP out of Jack's pocket. She rolled down her window, and with a flick of her wrist, sent it pin wheeling into a fresh steaming pile of bison dung. Salash paused and scanned the tree line. She was fairly certain at least one of the shadows had flinched.

Sunday, October 16, 2011


What do you get when you have eight wickedly delicious authors, writing about Halloween?
Why you end up with “A WICKED AND WANTON ALL HALLOWS EVE” of course.

A Halloween party turns into a very unusual night; a ghost whose sexual needs prevent her from passing over to the other side; a chance encounter at a mistaken location leads to many desires being fulfilled; and unusual alien and human sexual experience, in the name of research; and so much more in this kinky themed Halloween Anthology.
Open up your mind, free your inhibitions and get ready for A Wicked & Wanton All Hallows Eve!
Eight naughty Halloween-themed erotic short stories to tantalize and tease the senses while giving readers a little taste of the experimental worlds of sensually exciting tricks or treats.
To celebrate the release of “A WICKED AND WANTON ALL HALLOWS EVE” on October 30th, Naughty Nights Press will be holding a week long celebration, commencing on Tuesday 25th October, through until Monday 31st October.
We will be posting up the synopsis of each of the eight stories in the Anthology and will be giving away at the end of the week, to two lucky winners, their own copy of “A WICKED AND WANTON ALL HALLOWS EVE”. To be eligible to win, all you will need to do is answer three questions correctly and email the answer to our special email address that we will post at the start of the competition.
Now if that isn’t a great way to celebrate the release of “A WICKED AND WANTON ALL HALLOWS EVE” and Halloween, Naughty Nights Press is also participating in a 100 BLOG HOP. Each of the 100 blogs will be doing giveaways but we will give you more information and a list of which blogs are involved closer to the day.

Friday, October 7, 2011

12 Days of Naughty Giveaways

With only 65 days and 14 hours left, 11 of the 12 spots are now filled for the giveaways! I shall be posting up a list of all the authors and titles up for grabs closer to the date so everyone who is interested can decided which day or days they want to enter. 
Entrants MUST answer the question "What is the best way to get on to Santa's Naughty List?" on the day of the book they want to win, the winner to be chosen by the author of the day.  Also, unless there are no other comments on a particular, entrants CANNOT win more than one book.
Any additional information will be provided closer to the day including full list and order of books and authors, as well as the titles of the Naughty Shorties.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

The Wolf in the Neighborhood

And so yesterday afternoon I finished the last chapter. All that is needed now is one last revision and it will be ready for submission! But I have to wait until it's no longer in the New Voices Contest, due to the Terms and Conditions. *Sigh* so I can't submit it for publishing until end of next week at the earliest, mid November at the latest. Little Miss Impatient I am!
But at least I can now move on to Book Two: Once Bitten, Twice Shy... Here's hoping it's as easy to write as The Wolf In The Neighborhood!!

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday #7

This has been a slow week with writing, but I've been delighted to enter the Mills & Boon New Voices Contest with The Wolf In The Neighborhood. Round One of rating closes on Thursday 13th October so please sign up and give a rating, help me get in to the top 20!
I shall be continuing with The Wolf In The Neighborhood for my Six Sentences, jumping forward a bit from last week. For other Six Sentence Authors, follow the link above.
This week sees Derek and Krissy spending their first night together... 

Wave after wave of pleasure broke, and she writhed beneath his hands as he tried to hold on to her bucking hips. Never had she had such a powerful climax, certainly not at the hands of a man. Krissy felt helpless, awash in a stormy sea of pleasure, but at the same time, she had never felt safer as Derek gently slowed his flicking tongue and stroking fingers.
As the waves lessened, she was left with a satisfied buzz flowing through her body and her mind was delightfully fuzzy from the rush. She could barely muster a full sentence.
“Oh holy shit, Derek, you really know how to make a woman want to stick around,” she panted.