Sasha White's Blog, page 20
May 10, 2012
Joss rocks…again.
Joss Whedon’s letter to his fans on Whedonesque.com
“Dear Friends,
Well, it’s been quite a weekend. Someday, long from now, I will even have an emotional reaction to it, like a person would. I can’t wait! But before I become blinded by this “emotion” experience, there’s a few things I’d like to say. Well, type.
People have told me that this matters, that my life is about to change. I am sure that is true. And change is good — change is exciting. I think — not to jinx it — that I may finally be recognized at Comiccon. Imagine! Also, with my percentage of “the Avengers” gross, I can afford to buy… [gets call from agent. Weeps manfully. Resumes typing.] …a fine meal. But REALLY fine, with truffles and s#! . And I can get a studio to finance my dream project, the reboot of “Air Bud” that we all feel is so long overdue. (He could play Jai Alai! Think of the emotional ramifications of JAI ALAI!!!!) What doesn’t change is anything that matters.
What doesn’t change is that I’ve had the smartest, most loyal, most passionate, most articulate group of — I’m not even gonna say fans. I’m going with “peeps” — that any cult oddity such as my bad self could have dreamt of. When almost no one was watching, when people probably should have STOPPED watching, I’ve had three constants: my family and friends, my collaborators (often the same), and y’all. A lot of stories have come out about my “dark years”, and how I’m “unrecognized”… I love these stories, because they make me seem super-important, but I have never felt the darkness (and I’m ALL about my darkness) that they described. Because I have so much. I have people, in my life, on this site, in places I’ve yet to discover, that always made me feel the truth of success: an artist and an audience communicating. Communicating to the point of collaborating. I’ve thought, “maybe I’m over; maybe I’ve said my piece”. But never with fear. Never with rancor. Because of y’all. Because you knew me when. If you think topping a box office record compares with someone telling you your work helped them through a rough time, you’re probably new here. (For the record, and despite my inhuman distance from the joy-joy of it: topping a box office record is super-dope. I’m an alien, not a robot.) So this is me, saying thank you. All of you. You’ve taken as much guff for loving my work as I have for over-writing it, and you deserve, in this our time of streaming into the main, to crow. To glow. To crow and go “I told you so”, to those Joe Blows not in the know. (LAST time I hire Dr. Seuss to punch my posts up. Yeesh!) Point being, you deserve some honor, AND you deserves some FAQs answered.”
I have to say this absolutely fabulous. Not just because I love all things Joss, but because this guy is so real. He’s always had mucho talent. His stories speak to me as a viewer, and he himself as a writer, and a fan. I think that this guys is a genius, and a class act, and I want to be like him when I grow up.
May 9, 2012
BDSM-apoolza
Be sure to drop by the Smutketeers Blog and check out their BDSM-apaloosa. Yes, I was invited to be part of it. :) Not only are there interviews, but chances for commenters to win prizes so go visit, ask questions or just say hi!
April 27, 2012
Stories passed down
When I was grocery shopping yesterday, there was an old man in the line behind me, and as seems to be typical for me, we started talking. I love talking to people, and my close friends laugh because no matter where we are, some stranger will always just start talking to me out of the blue.
Anyway, this guy last night kept telling me little tidbits like how high heels came about in Italy, and the term well-heeled was born because when they were first invented it was alas that only the high society women were allowed to have heels on their shoes.
Then he told me how there was a time in history when two unconnected, unwed women were pregnant and had to decide if they should keep the child, or try to abort. (In the old ways) and how those women chose to have the babies, but wouldn’t life be different if they hadn’t, because one of the babies was Michealangelo, and the other was Hitler. I have no idea if it was true, but just talking to this old guy was interesting because was obviously enjoying telling his little stories.
After walking to our cars I got in and drove home thinking about how long it had been since I’d heard someone telling stories that way, passing them down, and I thought, “I need to call Grandma tomorrow.”
April 25, 2012
Free Erotica
I just put a short collection of erotic fantasies Free for 2 days on Kindle.
LUSTY LADIES has 9 short stores, all have previously published at some point or another over the past 10 years. The Mirror and The Gym, are 2 of the very first pieces of fiction I ever wrote while Unknown Wanton and Private Pleasures are only 2 years old. These are pure erotica, but I hope readers will find the stores fun and naughty and enjoyable to read.
None of the stories are truly BDSM, but there's a little spanking, a little blindfolding, and some other adventurous ones in the mix. They're all very short,and if you've been reading my stuff for a while, you might even have read them before, but this is the first time they've every been all in one collection. Plus, they've been sitting on my hard drive for years, doing nothing since the first time they were published, so I thought why not put them out there?
So if you think you, or your partner, might enjoy a naughty bedtime story or two, go pick it up and give it a try.
PS: Mavericks of Space, Rock My World, and it's sequel Highland Heat: Dougal are also on sale for only .99 cents right now. These stories can be purchased at Smashwords, iBooks, B&N and ARe as well. The covers are different on B&N because they're slow to update, but they are the same stories. Go By title.
April 22, 2012
Free Erotica
I just put a short collection of erotic fantasies Free for 2 days on Kindle.
LUSTY LADIES has 9 short stores, all have previously published at some point or another over the past 10 years. The Mirror and The Gym, are 2 of the very first pieces of fiction I ever wrote while Unknown Wanton and Private Pleasures are only 2 years old. These are pure erotica, but I hope readers will find the stores fun and naughty and enjoyable to read.
None of the stories are truly BDSM, but there’s a little spanking, a little blindfolding, and some other adventurous ones in the mix. They’re all very short,and if you’ve been reading my stuff for a while, you might even have read them before, but this is the first time they’ve every been all in one collection. Plus, they’ve been sitting on my hard drive for years, doing nothing since the first time they were published, so I thought why not put them out there?
So if you think you, or your partner, might enjoy a naughty bedtime story or two, go pick it up and give it a try.
PS: Mavericks of Space, Rock My World, and it’s sequel Highland Heat: Dougal are also on sale for only .99 cents right now. These stories can be purchased at Smashwords, iBooks, B&N and ARe as well. The covers are different on B&N because they’re slow to update, but they are the same stories. Go By title.
April 19, 2012
Just wanted to share
April 8, 2012
Wolfman
I watched the first season of True Blood avidly. I even enjoyed it. The second seasons was okay, but by the third I'd stopped watching. Not really sure why, time, effort, to busy maybe. I've read almost all of the books, so I'm familiar with most of the characters…and I have to say, when I found out Joe Manganiello was playing Alcide, I've been very very tempted to go back and pick up where I left off. Lord, this man is hot. Makes me want to write a werewolf story.
April 6, 2012
Good At Being Bad
My good friend Cathryn Fox has a new release on Tuesday. It's available for pre-order at amazon right now, you should go buy it. Not just because she's one of my best friends, but because this lady is one talented author. Cathryn always writes sexy, amusing, and touching stores, and I'd be a fan even if I didn't know what a sweetheart she was.
Public relations specialist Allison Cooper is more than ready to handle a career make-or-break assignment: to develop and market a charity calendar featuring hot men. Her only problem is Mr. July, a sexy cop who happens to be her ex-lover.
Trying to keep his image squeaky clean a must for her promotion raises all sorts of challenges, especially when this bad boy is throwing a little kink into her plan.
Image is the last thing on Carter James's mind. He agreed to be Mr. July on one condition that during his promo month, Allison never leaves his side. He wants her back, and to make that happen he needs her undivided attention to teach him good from bad. Unless bad is what the lady wants
Excerpt:
After excusing herself, she made her way into the back room, stopping at a few tables along the way to chat with her old friends. Happiness welled up inside her as she took a quick moment to catch up with the boys. She really did miss this place, and these men.
In the back she found Madison racking the balls, and Blaine had disappeared into the crowd. She couldn't help but think that was a good thing. Unlike Carter who'd joined the force right out of high school, Blaine had joined later in life, and Carter always seemed agitated around the new rookie. Allison always assumed it had something to do with her, and the fact that she and Blaine went way back.
As she spoke quietly to Madison, detailing the events for next week's launch at the beach, she could feel Carter's eyes on her. It rattled her more than she liked to admit.
"Hey, sweet thing."
Allison twisted around, and before she could greet Blaine, he swept her into his arms and spun her. What was it with cops and bear hugs anyway?
She laughed and felt a little dizzy when he set her back down. She was just about to say hello when Carter came up beside her. He put his arm around her waist, as if to lay claim, then pulled her in tight.
His voice held a challenge when he asked, "Is there something we can do for you, Blaine?"
Standing eye to eye, Blaine glared back at Carter and tension crackled in the air.
Allison jabbed Carter with her elbow, her anger spiking. "Stop it, Carter," she said between clenched teeth, hating that he'd turned this into some sort of pissing contest.
Picking up on the tension, Madison slipped her arm into Blaine's. "Come on, big boy. I'll let you buy me a drink." Allison gave Madison a grateful smile as she led Blaine away.
"She's too good for you, pal. When are you going to stop being such a selfish bastard and realize that," Blaine shot out as the crowd swallowed them up.
Carter made a move to follow but she stopped him. "Carter," she warned. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I don't like the way he looks at you."
She fixed him with a hard look of her own and fisted her hands. God, the man infuriated her sometimes. "You should stop sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong."
"And I don't like the way he touches you," he added.
"Who I touch and who touches me is none of your business."
"Ally," he reached for her, and when she held her hand up and pressed it to his chest to keep him at a distance, Carter winced and stepped back.
In the span of a second, she went from angry to concerned. But wasn't that the way it always was when she was around Carter. He took her on an emotional roller-coaster ride and left her reeling. Then again, after feeling numb for the last four months, she couldn't deny that it exhilarated her to feel something, anything.
She eyed him carefully. "What is it?"
He pulled his T-shirt away from his skin. "Burn."
Allison shook her head and thought about the oil she'd coated him in earlier that afternoon. No wonder he was burnt. Deep-tanning oil provided very little protection from the blazing summer sun. "I'll have to talk to Drake." She lifted his T-shirt to take a look then crinkled her nose. "You need aloe. I have some at my place."
When she caught his glance and the sexy, playful smile curving his mouth, she asked, "What?"
"Was that an invitation?"
She purposely whacked him and turned away, needing to distance herself from him as much as possible. Carter's howl of pain sounded in her ears as she moved out of his reach.
"You deserved it." She tossed the words over her shoulder and grabbed her beer from the bar before making her way to the outdoor deck overlooking the ocean. The old wooden steps groaned beneath her, and she shook her head and wondered if on some deeper level, it really was an invitation. Lord knows Freud would have a field day with her.
Working to forget how infuriating Carter could be at times, she leaned against the wooden rail and inhaled the salty sea air as she stared at the ocean. The wind rustled the planter beside her and the scent of flowers filled the night. As gulls squawked overhead, the sound mingled with the roar of the surf and she stopped to think about the last time she'd been on the beach. Honestly, she couldn't even remember when she'd last gone for a swim or a run in the surf.
Carter was right, she'd been so busy burying herself in her work and trying to climb her way to the top that she hadn't made time for personal pleasure. Just thinking about it now had her wanting to go squish the warm sand between her toes, to feel the cool Atlantic water rise up to meet her feet.
"I suppose I did." The sound of Carter's voice came from behind her.
"What?" Allison spun to see him leaning against the rail a few feet away. She should have known he'd follow her. Then again, maybe on some level she'd hoped he would.
With testosterone oozing from his every pore, Carter stood with his feet crossed at the ankles and his thumb hooked in his belt buckle, pulling his jeans low on his hips. In his other hand he held his beer, and she wondered how it would taste on his mouth.
"I suppose I did deserve it." There was something about that sheepish expression he wore that made him look sexy as hell. "Forgive me?"
"No." She turned away from him and briefly closed her eyes, completely distressed by his presence and what it did to her traitorous body.
"Hey," he said, crossing the deck to take up position beside her. "Come on. If I promise to play nice and bring Blaine a dozen donuts tomorrow, will you forgive me?"
"Since when do you ever play nice?"
He got close, too close, until their bodies were touching in that old familiar way that had her craving him with an intensity that made it hard to stay mad at him. When she turned toward him, he slipped his finger under her chin and tilted her face until they were eye to eye. His tone was soft, full of desire when he murmured, "I can play nice, Ally."
April 5, 2012
Cold or hot?
I t snowed all night, and some of the day, and it's heavy, deep, wet snow. But not all things Canadian are cold. Meet Canadian Model Philippe Brisson.
Have a good Weekend!
