Saturday, May 28, 2011

Please Welcome Guest Author Berengaria Brown!

Today I have erotic romance author Berengaria Brown here to talk about her love of reading and the escape of erotica.  Thanks for stopping by, Berengaria!

The Joy of Reading

My father taught me to read when I was very young, and would never permit anyone to place boundaries on what I read. He always said if I understood what I was reading there was no sense in preventing me from reading it, and if I didn't understand it there was no need to stop me reading it, as I wouldn't understand it!

Consequently, I read a lot of books children my age had no idea even existed.

He even let me use his library card so I could take books out from the adult shelves at the library. Actually, by then I'd read all the children's books anyway.

I grew up reading very widely, and still read almost anything, signs in store windows, the back of the cereal box, and most genres of fiction, including romance from the sweet to the extremely kinky.

I write much the same way: paranormal (ghosts, vampires, werewolves, fairies), contemporary, Regency-set historical, ménage (MMF, MFM, FFM, MMM), male/male, lesbian, and even one man/one woman stories.

I thought “Bookish Arousal” was going to be an extremely kinky little MMF story. It turned out Fergus only wanted to give Yanni advice, not to be romantically involved. So this is the story of Yanni and Audrey--and a lot of erotic romance books.

“Bookish Arousal” Blurb:

Audrey has no trouble achieving orgasms reading erotic romance novels alone in her bed at night. Whether with her fingers or her favorite plastic friend, orgasms are assured. But her last boyfriend labeled her frigid when she failed to be aroused by sex with him.

Now she is madly in lust with a truly delicious work colleague, Yanni. But when they go to bed, nothing happens--she's devastated that, despite her lust for him, her body refuses to be aroused.

Yanni is determined to romance her until her body cooperates. Maybe some dirty sex talk--and other assistance--will get her aroused!

Excerpt:

Yanni picked up the TV remote and flicked through the channels until he came to a romance movie, which he left on with the sound turned low, then he turned her face to his and kissed her softly, just the briefest touch of his lips to hers.

She cuddled into him, so, encouraged, he feathered kisses on her nose, eyebrows and across her jawline, then sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

“Mmm,” she murmured, resting her palms against his chest.

Yanni tilted Audrey's mouth up to his and kissed her more deeply. When he licked the seam of her lips, she opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue inside. He pulled her body more firmly against his and kissed her harder, sliding his tongue around behind her teeth, licking the insides of her cheeks, tasting the roof of her mouth. Her tongue tangled with his, then she sucked on him, raising the heat between them to a higher level.

Finally they broke apart to breathe, and all the while he rubbed gentle circles on her back and murmured soft endearments against her neck before diving back in for another hot kiss. This time he sucked her tongue into his mouth, then thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth, subconsciously demonstrating what his aching cock was hoping for.

She pulled back a little from him, but before he could panic, her fingers began unbuttoning his shirt. Yanni let her take the lead, reminding himself, This is all about her. Let her set the pace.

Fortunately his self-control wasn't tested too far, as she ran her palms against his skin, then tweaked his nipples, before pulling his shirt out of his pants and unbuckling his belt.

Yanni slid his hands down her back to cup her butt as she unzipped him and freed his hot, aching cock. He sighed with relief as she pulled it out of his briefs and held it firmly in her hand.

“Oh yeah, that feels good,” he said, lifting up her skirt and slipping both hands inside her panties.

She wiggled in his arms, encouraging him, so he held her ass with one hand and brought the other forward to cup her mound.

Her fingers were doing wicked things to his dick, pressing on the throbbing vein and rubbing his moisture into the head. When she ran her fingernail under the ridge between the cap and the shaft, he groaned. It felt so damn good.

He slid his longest finger into her channel. She wasn't very wet yet, but she seemed to be enjoying herself, so he teased around her entry and massaged her clit. It was warm and engorged, poking out from its protective little hood, but she still wasn't creaming much.

“Tell me what you want. What would you like me to do next? Where do you like being touched?” he whispered.

“Talk dirty to me. Tell me all the things you'd like to do to me.”

“Well, hell. What wouldn't I like to do? I want to stroke you here.” He pressed his finger into her cunt and twirled it around until he could feel her walls dampening a little.

He moved the hand on her ass until one finger could rim her rosette. “I'd like to touch you here too. Maybe even fuck you here one day.”

More cream dampened the finger in her pussy, so he slid a second finger in there and pressed his longest finger to her anus.

Buy Link http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9353-bookish-arousal.aspx

Berengaria Brown
http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/
http://berengariabrown.webs.com/

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Heeding the Muses

Most writers will agree that the drive to write goes beyond personal desire. Truly, I think it is fair to agree that most writers write because they must. Stories fight for attention within the writer’s head, while those simmering on the back burner struggle to find their place on the forefront. Never is there a moment when I do not have at least two or three stories competing for my time.

Most recently, one of my back-burner novels, which I had first completed about seven years ago—but was based on a screenplay I wrote over fifteen years ago—found its way to the forefront (despite all of the new stories that also have been fighting for the spot). This novel is in no way an erotic work; it is a sci-fi allegory/satire that I wrote in response to various examples of abuse of religious power. The story is based on the premise that we are not the first world of people to fight over religion, asking the questions: (1) What might religion look like from God’s point of view? (2) What might happen if God came to the people in the form of not one messiah, but several—at once? This takes a far leap from my erotica, but I can assure you that the plot and characters are every bit as twisted as those in my other works.

Although Myths of Gods is not an erotic work, it does contain a moderately graphic rape scene, one that will no doubt generate some controversy. The scene is with great purpose, however, and those who understand the symbolism behind it will appreciate it and all it stands for. This book has been a long time in the making, and it is my hope that my erotica readers might enjoy it just as much as might those from the mainstream sci-fi or literary readership.

Myths of Gods is currently available for Kindle and PC, and will soon be available in trade paperback.

As always, I’d love to know what you think about it, and I thank you for your readership and support!  Stop by on Saturday for guest blogger Berengaria Brown.

Friday, May 13, 2011

I've Been Neglectful. . .

. . . and for that, I am sorry. It's been a trying past few months, but I survived. The next few months promise to be trying as well, so try to be patient with me.

With that said, I have still managed to fit some writing into my hectic schedule, although I have not recently written any erotica. I'm sure many writers feel the need to write in numerous genres, as perilous as the practice may be. To my erotica readers: there's more on its way . . . really.

In the meantime, don't forget to play the interactive short story, Pandora's Hope Side Mission.

Also, check out my Cerebral Writer blog post on Language.

Until next time. . . .

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Won't You Join Me in a Pint of Esirian Ale?

Esirian Ale is deceptively intoxicating, bitter-sweet, and a lovely rose-amber in hue. Although the home planet on which it was created has long been destroyed, its legacy lives on--both throughout future Corporate space and among those who can travel beyond time and visit the Astral Bar.

This might be my toughest contest yet, but the reward is great: a signed copy of one of your choice of my currently available paperbacks.

The challenge: Name all three currently available books in which Esirian Ale is either mentioned or featured.

The first commenter to answer correctly wins. Good luck!

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

The P&E Polls are In!

The final tallies have been counted, and thanks to your votes, Pandora's Hope came in second over forty entries in the best erotica novel category! Congratulations to MeiLin Miranda for a competitive win with Lovers and Beloveds, as well as to the other top ten finalists! Here is the final breakdown:

1. Lovers and Beloveds, MeiLin Miranda, Sans Culotte Press, [link][comments]

2. Pandora's Hope, Lisa Lane, Ravenous Romance, [link][comments]

3. Possess Me, R.G. Alexander, Berkley Heat, [link]

4. Wings of Desire, Arianna Skye, Eternal Press, [link]

5. Internet Bonds 39: Terms of Surrender, Christy Poff, Whiskey Creek Press Torrid, [link]

6. The Moon The Madness and The Magic, Eliza March, Siren Publishing, [link][comments]

7. Hot Spanish Nights, Bianca Swan, The Wild Rose Press, [link]

8. The Enchanted Bathroom, Liam Stalls, MuseItHOT Publishing, [link][comments]

8. Trusted Bond, Mary Calmes, Dreamspinner Press, [link]

9. The Seduction of Simone, Cherie De Sues, Noble Romance Publishing, [link][comments]

10. Hot on Her Tail, Ruth D. Kerce, Ellora's Cave, [link]

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Please Welcome Guest Author Toni Sweeney!

It is my pleasure to present the lovely and talented Toni Sweeney, whose recent release, Wizard's Wife, takes the reader into an imaginative world of fae and magic! Take it away, Toni!

I was indulging in a bit of fancy when I wrote Wizard’s Wife...more than a bit, it turned out, and over quite a long length of time.

I began the story in 1987, wrote one chapter (the first, in which Megan McMuir meets and marries her husband David, becomes pregnant immediately and then, upon telling David he’s to become a father—something he wasn’t in such a hurry to be—discovers she’s married a card-carrying, real life, dragonfly-winged faery), made up an outline with the names of all my characters and a long list of Gaelic words and phrases...and then promptly lost it.

And it stayed lost. Until 2008, when I discovered it in a box of manuscripts I was unpacking while I was living in California. “Well, this needs to be finished,” was my thought. And about time, too! So I sat down and transcribed that first chapter into my computer, read through it, didn’t like it as far as content and form, and allowed myself to be distracted away as one does when faced with completing something which isn’t the least inviting. I had the entire story plotted out. After all it was written down. I just didn’t like the way what I had already written sounded and didn’t want to take time right then to change it. So I wrote Blood Sin and Serpent’s Tooth instead.

Flash forward. Three years later. I’m now back in Nebraska, deciding I’d better get to work on Wizard’s Wife because the poor story has waited long enough to be told. Now, I can’t find it! I distinctly remember placing it in a box with some other long-ago-written manuscripts which I thought I might work on after I completed my move…but it’s not there! Am I mistaken? Did I place it one of the boxes destined for storage and it’s still in California, lounging on a shelf, and will probably not see the light of day for another three years, or until I can save up the shipping fee to get it and my other belongings here? Possibly.

Oh, well... I didn’t like what I’d written, so what does it matter? I have the general idea of the story in my head, the Gaelic Dictionary is bookmarked in the computer, I know all about the Harmonic Convergence which started all this in the first place, so... what am I waiting for?

So I sat down and wrote Wizard’s Wife, changing Chapter One into something a little lighter and more fanciful, and I kept on writing until the story was complete…of a faery wizard who came to our world and fell in love with a mortal…of his father’s anger at his disobedience…of the magic dimension of Ais Linn…of talking unicorns and shapeshifting knights and leprechaun watchmakers…of drop-dead gorgeous fae and one handsome and thoroughly evil villain. There are racy bits, too, of course...an explanation of fae contraception both magical and mundane…along with a seduction by proxy and more than a little magical as well...

...and when I got through, I decided this time, I really liked what I’d written!

I think you will, too.

EXCERPT:

“We’re not going through a lot of rigamarole this time, David. Just tell me straight out and without a lot of hemming and hawing… Who is Siobhan Dubhtine and what’s this all about?”

He didn’t answer, just got very busy making certain the door was shut.

“Oh my God.” Suddenly, Megan felt like kicking herself. How stupid. How utterly stupid of me. Why didn’t I realize it? “She’s a faery, too, isn’t she?

Still facing the door, David inhaled deeply. Before she could say anything else, he spun around so quickly she jumped. “Siobhan Dubhtine an’ I were once bespoken. An’ what this is all about is that she an’ her braither have ne’er forgiven me for breakin’ my troth.”

“Breaking your troth?” It took Megan a moment to understand. “You mean you and t-that woman were engaged?”

“Aye, I’m afraid we were.”

“David, I think you’d better explain.”

David drew in another deep breath. Stood there, rocking onto his heels slightly. Didn’t speak.

Megan waited.

At last, he exhaled. “I met Siobhan at one o’ our feile. Meggie, understand I was younger then—”

“How much younger?”

“A lot... A mere lad in my teens, but randy an’ full o’ fire, an’—”

“Please, spare me the angst. I know how teenaged boys act. I used to date them.”

“Well, then— She bedazzled me.”

“With glamour?”

“Nay, none o’ that. Faeries canna be truly glamoured though we’ve been befooled on occasion. ’Twas just th’ way she looked an’... Believe it or na, I was virgin mysel’ back then, an’ eager to know a woman. But I was idealistic, too, asked her to marry me straightaway, was surprised when Da didna object.”

“Why should he? She’s fae, you’re fae.” David’s father’s objections to their own marriage still rankled.

“Siobhan Dubhtine’s father was th’ Lord o’ Dark Fire, Megan.” When she looked blank, he went on, “Lord Dubhtine represented e’erythin’ wicked an’ evil in our world. An’ if that wasna bad enough, Siobhan’s mother was a solitary fairy.”

“One of those antisocial fae with a malicious streak a yard wide?”

“That's right. ’Tis surprisin’ Da even allowed me to meet Siobhan much less become affianced, but at that time, he was holdin’ to th’ belief that a child shouldna be accountable for its father’s actions.”

A little hypocrisy there. Megan thought of how Da had reacted to the announcement of his expected grandchild. “So your dear Siobhan got a double dose of badness. From Daddy and Mommy.”

He caught the sharpness in her voice, frowning. “When Lord Dubhtina died an’ her braither Exeter inherited th’ mantle, Da came to me an’ forbade me to see Siobhan again.”

“Just like that? Son, you can't see that girl any more?” Remembering David’s reaction to his father’s anger at their own wedding, Megan was surprised.

“Na exactly.” David had the grace to look embarrassed, avoiding Megan’s eyes. His wings jerked nervously. “He— Well, he stormed into my chamber, jerked Siobhan from my bed, an’ said, ‘Get dressed, slut, an’ out o’ here!’”

“God, David. You mean you were sleeping with her? And he knew?” The memory of how restrained he’d been before their marriage sent a stab of dismay surging through Megan, followed by fiery anger.

“’Tis acceptable for a betrothed couple. Darlin’, do na be jealous. ’twas long before I met you an’ remember—I was almost a child.”

“Apparently not enough of one!”

“’Tisna as if it happened this mornin’.”

“No,” she considered. “It isn’t, isn't it?” Thank goodness. She forced herself to set her jealousy aside. For the moment. “So what changed his mind?”

“He’d learned Exeter was slippin’ his men into this world. Th’ convergence. Remember?”

“OK, so your father broke off your engagement, and—”

“An’ I learned I was part o’ Exeter's plan for conquest. He’d sent Siobhan to seduce me. She cared naithin’ for me—an’ dinna that tear my ego to shreds?”

“S-she didn’t get pregnant, did she?”

David didn’t answer.

“David? Please, tell me our baby doesn’t have a half-brother or sister somewhere.”

“If that were so, you an’ I wouldna be sittin’ here discussin’ this, acushla, for I’d have married her na matter what my father said. In that respect, I was careful in my dealin’s with th’ colleen baun.”

“May I ask just how you were careful?” What exactly does a fae do in the way of contraception? “Do your physicians cast birth control spells?”

“In a way.” He managed a slight laugh. “There are gemstones embued with th’ power to prevent conception. A female wears one on a little cord ’round her neck an’ so long as it touches th’ skin, she canna conceive. Males use a...” His hesitation and the flash of pink across his face and through his wings made Megan smile slightly. Embarrassed, Master Tavy? “Lord, I canna say this to you, aghra.”

“Yes, you can. I’m your wife. You can tell me anything.” Even if I don’t want to hear it. And I certainly don’t want to hear this. “Males use...what? Condoms made of milkweed, thistledown...?”

“...a cock-ring made o’ th’ same stone.”

“Sounds uncomfortable.” She tried to envision that and found herself wanting to giggle, quickly stifled the sound. “And heavy.”

“’Tisn’t somethin’ one wants to wear continually,” he agreed and managed a rueful, if somewhat shameful smile. “Well, Siobhan tried to convinced me na to wear it at all but I had doubts on that matter.”

“Why in the world would she run the risk?” She didn't wait for his reply. “Did she hope to trap you into marriage if your father did exactly what he did?”

“Worse than that.” The color blazing in his cheeks was anger now, as was the fiery bronze in his wings. “She just wanted my child. Th’ offspring o’ a wizard o’ White Fire.”

“Why would she—”

“For Exeter. He’s going to need all th’ power he can muster when th’ convergence comes. As th’ product o’ two fae, my child would be born with a power equal to his.”

“But your child would take after you, wouldn’t it? It would be good.”

“Only if I’m there to guide it. Under Exeter’s guardianship, it would become just as he is. He thought Siobhan had me so enthralled, I’d blindly plant my seed within her without a second thought.”

Megan blinked. “But some...inner warning...kept you from doing that.”

“Exactly. I guess he thought, me bein’ th’ virgin that I was, I would think my first time could na be fertile.”

"So why didn't you use that...uh...magic gemstone with me?”

“I thought human birth control would work. An’ th’ glamour doesna work on gemstones. I couldna make it look like a condom. ”

“And our baby? Will it have powers, too?” She'd never thought about that, hadn’t given any thought to what the baby would inherit from its father. Not at all. God, could it possibly have wings, too, or those misty spiraling antenna, or... What else?

“He'll be half-fae.” He smiled, relaxing a little, his wings calming back to their original color. “With a halfling, there’s a difference. He’ll have th’ choice o’ developin’ his powers or ignorin’ them. If he chooses na to use them, they’ll disappear an’ he'll appear a normal human.”

“And if he wishes to keep them?”

“I'll teach him how to handle them an’ how to hide what he is when he’s with his maither’s people.”

“I see.” Megan sighed heavily and forced herself to smile. “If you’re certain this convergence is going to happen—and so far I have no reason to doubt you’re wrong—I guess we’d better encourage him to accept his powers. I’m sure you’ll need help to fight Exeter. Even from an infant wizardling.”

Wizards’ Wife was released by Class Act Books on January 15. For a glimpse into Chapter One, click here.

Toni’s website: http://www.tonivsweeney.com/

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

The Stylish Blogger Award

The amazingly talented Marva Dasef named me a Stylish Blogger!

The rules for accepting this award are:

Thank and link back to the person who awarded you this award. Thanks Marva!

Share 7 things about yourself. Here goes....

1. I finished writing my tenth novel last year.

2. I speak broken Italian.

3. My eye color varies dramatically depending upon my surrounding lighting.

4. My all-time favorite movie is Cube.

5. My all-time favorite work of literature is "The Star," a short story by H. G. Wells.

6. Poly-dactyls (extra fingers and toes) run in my family.

7. I was born with an extra set of eyeteeth (and one of my sisters had up to five extras of each tooth).

Award 10 recently (or not so recently) discovered great bloggers.

Morgan Hawke
Dana Fredsti
David Fitzgerald
Carole Gill
Kaye Manro
Kate Sirls
Vivi Dumas
Nikki's Wild
Angela Cameron
Julian Luna

Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award.
Will do!