Category Archives: Erotica

Another Goodreads Love Has No Boundaries Update

Our great leader, Jen, posted a list of some of the longer stories that have been turned in so far. Here’s what she showed us, along with the content tags that go along with them:

Historical- 32,000
some violence,
knights spies/secret agents, action suspense, adventure, explicit sex, first time, twinks, cross dressing, abduction/kidnapping, domestic abuse, friends to lovers, revenge, road trip, europe

Urban Fantasy- 34,600
husky shifters, family drama, humourous, sweet, men with children, fugly spiders

Fantasy- 39,500
dub-con, sorcerer, angels, demons, gods magic-users, soulmates or bonded, dubious consent, snarky banter

Paranormal- 40,600
fantasy, fae/fey/fairies, vampire, disabilities

Dystopia- 46,900
master/slave, bdsm, menage m/m/m, explicit sex, three some, cross dressing, bondage/discipline, acrobat, contortionist

Contemporary- 52,300
bdsm, bears, blue collar, fetsih-toys, grief

Fantasy- 103,800
History of past abuse, self harm
mage/sorcerer, first time, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, magic users, ptsd

Can you say Holy Crap?! Over 100,000 words in that last one!!!! So, go on, get yourself over there and join the group–maybe we can talk Jen into posting one of these lovelies. I think I recognize the Dystopian one and the one with the Knights, and I can tell you they will both be worth the read.

Tuesday Tickle: A Paradise of Politics

Okay, that’s the working title. Unless I can’t come up with something better. 🙂 This is the story of what comes before The Courtesy of Knives, where my younger prince first becomes acquainted with our lovely courtesan. Apologies for this being so short: I’ve been struck down by the flu and I’ve kind of randomly picked a few lines.

There’s a whole social and developmental structure that goes along with becoming a courtesan. One of the events, before a courtesan in training, or fledgling, officially can work is a kind of demonstration, to drum up interest, so to speak. Generally, an erotic moment, sponsored by his patron, for a select group of men.

“Good evening, my lords.” Iyani’s voice—Gods, he was obsessed, that he could recognize the man just from the tone and timber of his voice already. Ganelon turned his head and was surprised to see the courtesan in a loose white robe that covered him from throat to mid-calf. Behind him, the young—fledgling? Shalif wore the same robe, but with much less assurance.

Iyani continued, his voice rising and falling in the singsong cadence of a storyteller or a priest. “Tonight, I offer you a glimpse of the future, a shining moment of the pleasure that could someday be yours. Tonight, I offer you the courtesan Shali, before his time.” He drew the young man forward to stand in front of him, caressing his shoulders and arms through the silk of the robe.

And now, I will return to wishing the flu would just kill me.

Apparently second round edits for the Absolute Write Erotica Anthology have started coming out, so yay! Whenever mine land in my inbox, I’ll Tickle it for you.

Lazy Sunday

Haven’t done any writing yet, mostly trying to catch up on betas I’ve agreed to do. Had family over this morning, so we took their little fella out to the barn and let him help feed the ponies, and then we showed him the new hatched chickens, ducks and geese and the new calves.

For those who haven’t been following on the Goodread thread, here’s a peek at the cover for my novellette.

Sign of spring epub

If you haven’t been following the Goodreads Love Has No Boundaries event, you should pop in and have a look. It’s not all unpublished authors. Heidi Belleau, Piper Vaughn, Kimber Vale, Max Vos, and a whole pile of other people who have already published books are involved. Starting June 1st, there will be three stories a day posted in the group. Free reading, and I can guarantee you’ll find a new author to follow over the course of the event. Seriously, try it. It’s awesome.

I do so love a nice pair of legs…

Peacock.

Yeah, this is Babi’s fault too. She is such an enabler. Sorry I don’t know how to make the video embed like a Youtube vid.

Goodreads Threadhop–Time Machine

Yeah, the questions are getting a little silly now. But fun. And the snippet I posted today walks the line between sexy and sweet (I hope!). So, check it out! (I tried to link directly to the new post–now I have to go see if it worked.)

Oh, and it did!!!

I’m looking forward to quite a few of these stories coming out. The teasers are maddening! Anyone check out the first two stories that Jen released? We get more if we can make it to 10100 members, so please join if you haven’t already!

The End of April Round-up

I was really shocked today to realise how tense I’ve been over the past month. When I looked back in the spreadsheet, most of April was spent on edits, some of them fairly substantial, as I filled in plot holes and rewrote sections that weren’t doing their jobs properly. The knots in my shoulders are still there, and probably will be for a few more days, but the searing pain and the headache are mostly gone now. This is something, obviously, that I will have to plan for in the future–I did the same thing with Bite Me Tender, but it wasn’t so bad since BMT is about a thirds the length of Knight.

Speaking of BMT, I’m being torn in two directions with that little series. I have the first 2500 words or so of the next one written, but the scene where Glyn and Levi first meet walked in, sat down and put its feet up on the table today. While I was in the shower. And no, I didn’t feel ogled at all, until Glyn’s dad decided to add his two cents worth. If eyes were octopi, that’s what it felt like. So I’ll be setting up a third planner in that binder in Liquid Story Binder, to keep these little ideas alive. And, I have to say, Glyn was kind of an ass in those days. But so was Levi. Ah, heck, they both still are. At least Levi looks trainable–I’m not sure I could say that about Glyn.

So, here’s my wordcounts, for both March and April. Thank you for helping keep me honest. There’s days I might not write, if it wasn’t for the end of month confessional. 😛

March:
March Word counts 2013

April:
April word counts

See all the gray? That’s editing, if there’s a number in there. If it’s empty, that’s a day I didn’t write, for whatever reason. Sometimes, just because I’m too darn tired. The occassional recharge seems to be a necessity, no matter how much I feel like I’m wasting the time.

Must go, laundry to fold, old episodes of MASH to watch. Man, I love that show. What a bunch of people just like the people I hang out with!

…I clicked Send.

And immediately started panicking about whether I should have waited another day to send it off. I probably would have changed a few more things, added a few sentences, took a few more out. At this point, though, I’m not sure I wouldn’t do more harm than good. Anyway, Knight is now officially off my plate and onto someone else’s.

Time to finish the poppy boys and see what other tales I can tell. Courtesans, cyborgs, soldiers, werewolves and sorcerers. And more squirrels.

But no weresponges. 😀

Friday!

I love Friday. Today, I labelled organic meat for sale. It was a fun time-they’re a crazy crew out at the meat shop where we cut and package our meat to sell.

What else did I do today? I posted on Goodreads. Another interview with the poppy boys and another little snippet.

I haven’t done any work on Knight yet today, but I may later. Or maybe a few more words on the poppy boys. I’m really excited to be hitting send very soon on Knight, but it leaves me in something of a quandry, because I really don’t have any stories jockeying for position right now. I may take a few days off and read, just to see if any of them take advantage and slip into the ‘next-in-line’ space. To be honest, the story of what happened before The Courtesy of Knives has been nagging me heavily the last week. It wants to call itself Bird of Paradise, or some form of that, which usually means that there’s a full-fledged story hiding in my subconscious somewhere. Come out, you! We don’t stand for closets around here! The social structure of this society is fascinating and weird and leaves lots of room for UST and sexy scenes. Plus a very scary few as well. We’ll see how it goes…

Kitty, wishing there was wine

The Lowest Difficulty Setting as Teaching Tool

Hubs and I had quite the conversation about this, this morning. Especially interesting, since he’s a white, heterosexual male and we live in the small community where he grew up. That’s not to say he enjoys all the privilege possible–he grew up quite poor, and the son of a European immigrant. But, he’s still got more than I do–a white, heterosexual female, who did not grow up in his small, somewhat hidebound community. Not that this means I can fully understand the experience of a black lesbian. It does mean that I can use my writer’s imagination to extrapolate to what that must be like, and probably only fall a couple of kilometres short of the real experience. My own opinion–I think everyone should have to go someplace, live somewhere, where their natural privilege doesn’t exist. We should all have that experience at least once in our lives. I think it would make us much less cruel, in the end. Anyway, read Scalzi’s blog, click on the link and read the story about the teaching exercise. In today’s gamer generation, it really makes sense.

Synopsis done, query mostly done, final draft waiting on a final readthrough to catch an dropped words or weird grammar. It’s almost done–hooray!

Tuesday Tickle: Nuts About You

Sorry about the lateness–problems with my DNS and I couldn’t get out onto the internet at all. Just over halfway through the synopsis of Knight and dying of boredom. The story that the betas forgot they were supposed to be betaing, in synopsis form, could be used as a lethal weapon of mass boredom. Hope the editors have lots of coffee on hand the day it lands on their desk.

I just signed the contract with Storm Moon Press for Nuts About You to appear in their Forgotten Menagerie anthology, so I thought I’d celebrate by posting a little squirrel sleaze for your delectation tonight.

Vince was stroking himself now, the sponge all but forgotten in his other hand. He grimaced and braced the hand with the sponge against the wall above the window. Nathan watched, mesmerized, as Vince trailed his hand up and down his shaft, palm caressing the length while his fingertips tapped and squeezed the head. He reached down to cup his balls and did something there that made him throw his head back, mouth open in a moan that Nathan could only imagine. He found his own furry paw heading south, as if it and his cock had minds of their own and were conspiring together. Nathan shook his head and pulled his paw back. It might be called ‘spanking the monkey’, but animal form was not the one to be doing it in. Claws. Instead, he gripped his tail tight and leaned further out to get a better view.

Which is when his paw slipped and he found himself plummeting to the ground. No! I’m going to miss the best part! He landed hard, momentarily breathless, but shook it off and dashed for the trunk of the tree again. In a desperate hurry, he scrambled along the branch and down onto the feeder again. A nearby starling squawked and laughed at him, but he only had time to give it a furry fingered salute before scampering around the side of the feeder to the end facing the house again. Oh, please don’t let him be finished…

They asked for dragons and gryphons. I gave them a squirrel. ‘Cause I’m just contrary like that. 😛

Kitty, can’t look at peanut butter any more (and if you want to know why, you have to buy the antho!)