Sasha White's Blog, page 22
February 11, 2012
Dreaming
The picture isn't of a man in bed, but it brought this scene from PRIMAL MALE to mind, so I thought I'd share.
Enjoy the excerpt.
Drake woke up with a killer hard-on. Not the normal, half-hard lazy kind either. Before he even opened his eyes he was aware of the hot blood filling his dick and making it throb to the beat of his heart. Without thought he palmed his shaft and began to stroke. There was no soft touch, no gentle tease. His grip was firm and his strokes sure as he pumped his fist up and down. Everything was centered on his groin and pre-come oozed from the slit at the tip. His thumb skimmed over the top and he gasped at the sensation that ripped through him.
The image of Melissa filled his mind. She was on her knees in front of him, her lips wrapped around his cock, her nails digging into his naked thighs as she worked him over. She'd be good at it, he knew it. Her wide eyes looking up at him as she cupped his balls, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips shiny and slick as they moved up and down his shaft. It was too much for him, the sight of her, the feel of her, the sensations as fire rushed through him and pooled in his cock. He was going to explode.
His fist tightened and he focused on the ridge under the head. He was whole-handing it now, fingers curled, palm cupping and caressing the sensitive head with each stroke, tighter, faster. His chest heaved as he fought for breath and in his mind he saw his hands sink into a cloud of caramel hair as he took charge. He cupped Melissa's head and held her still as he began to fuck her willing mouth. His cock throbbed, his back arched, and his hips lifted off the bed as a groan tore from his throat and pleasure ripped through him, spewing from his body in a hot stream that hit his chest and belly.
Seconds later his brain came back online and his eyes popped open. Holy Christ! He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt pleasure like that, with or without a woman.
Shit, when he jerked off it was more because his body demanded it, needed it. It was a release, not an enjoyment thing. Not this time though. Stunned, he realized that the pleasure, the emotion, that he'd just felt, had been all him. And it was because of the woman in his fantasy.
Groaning to himself, he pushed the woman and the fantasy from his mind and climbed from the sheets that had tangled around his thighs. Time to start the day.
February 7, 2012
I had a dream…
I feel like dirty old woman. I had a dream last night that I was with Channing Tatum, in a very biblical way…again and again… Uhmm hmmm. That guy is…wait! I just looked him up on ..and hey, he's only 11 years younger than me. That's really not that bad. Okay, I'm not feelising old now.
Still feeling dirty though. *wink*
January 28, 2012
3 PM Story
Today I'm writing sexy office story. Not exactly The Secretary, but one that is just as hot. Yes, writing it is making me hot. *g*
January 27, 2012
Plans.
I've been busy this week. Not busy actually writing, but busy planning things. I've got several things lining up, that if they pan out I will be a very happy woman, and anyone who likes my stores will be a very happy reader. However, that's all I'm willing to say about that, for now. ;)
Have any of you heard of the Authors After Dark conference? It's in New Orleans this year, and guess what? I'm going.
Yes, I am, and I can not wait. I'm super excited because hey, it's New Orleans and I've always wanted to go there. Not only that, its the first conference that's not RT or RWA that I'm going to attend. (Okay I've attended several NINC conferences, but those are the business of writing, and have no readers or book signings or anything like that,s other don't count in this instance.)
I'm excited to chat/party with readers, but also because several of my author friends who I haven't seen in years will be there. Larissa Ione, Shayla Black, Mark Henry, Beth Williamson, Delilah Devlin just to name a few. Plus Yasemine Galenorn, who I've never met in person but who I've been friends with online for years. And the fabulous Joey Hill is the Mistress of Ceremonies. How can this possibly not be the best conference of the year?
YAY. I'm so excited. And motivated, because let's face it, I need to get my ass in gear and get more shit written. Which I'm going to go do, right now. After my laundry is done. :)
January 23, 2012
Hard Work
"Hard work is the yeast that raises the dough."
I saw this quote and thought, "That sums things up perfectly." You see, I've been working with a close friend who started writing just over a year ago, and yesterday she told me she was done. Maybe she'd try again later, but she she'd given herself a year to write a book, and that year was over and she hasn't met her goal so she was done.
To my way of thinking she had met her goal. She has written a book. A 60k novel. In fact, she's also re-written a couple of times, and written several short stories as well. While none of them were quite publishable, I saw promise in what she'd shown me. And, she'd told me she really enjoyed writing.
Last night I went see the latest Underworld with one of my neighbours. We're both movie nuts so this is something we do often, and we always end up talking about other things as well. She's a writer of sorts for her day job (writing website content and promotional materials and stuff like that) and she asked about how I got into writing erotica. Was it something I'd always wanted to do, was it always erotica that I wanted to write or did I have a yen for other genres…that sort of thing. As I told her the story of how I got into it, I was thinking about how easy it felt when I first started writing. I just sat down, determined I was going to achieve this career, and I wrote.
I never thought about how hard it was or how easy it was. I never thought about did I have enough description or were my characters developed enough. These things didn't really enter into my mind, most likely because I never really took classes or anything that focussed these things.
Now when I sit down to write all these fill up my head to the point that a blank screen can freeze me up for a day, or more, if I'm not careful. I worry about if it will sell, if it's been done before, is it what readers expect from Sasha White? Things like that….and writing has become hard.
While I've never been a flowery "Oh I just love writing and would do it even if I was never published" type of person, I now think back to when I looked forward to sitting down to write.
For some people education and knowledge helps build their confidence, and for others, it can crumple it. Education and knowledge has made writing more difficult for me…and it seems maybe for my friend as well. But in my mind, I think the thing that makes it most difficult for her is that at her core, she doesn't believe in herself…and I really wish I could show her that she's so much better and has so much more promise than she could image, but I have no idea how to do that.
This, more than anything has made it clear to me that you have to be strong to be a writer. Talent is good, but it's just not enough to make it.
January 21, 2012
Self Pleasure
The time of thinking that masturbating will make you go blind, or make hair grow on the palms of your hand have passed, so why do so many women still have a hard time admitting they pleasure themselves?
Not only is it a good way to learn what your body likes, but it's a good way to learn what your secret soul wants too. I mean, I fantasize when I masturbate, don't you? So what do you fantasize about? Is it something you might actually try some day, or maybe just someone you know?
Plus, it's sexy as hell.
If you doubt that masturbation is sexy, then try doing it in front of your lover. Or have them do it in front of you. A favourite scene off mine is a mutual masturbation scene in My Prerogative. But for this post I think a scene from PRIMAL MALE is better suited. Read on, and see just how sexy masturbation can be.
Drake woke up with a killer hard-on. Not the normal, half-hard lazy kind either. Before he even opened his eyes he was aware of the hot blood filling his dick and making it throb to the beat of his heart. Without thought he palmed his shaft and began to stroke. There was no soft touch, no gentle tease. His grip was firm and his strokes sure as he pumped his fist up and down. Everything was centered on his groin and pre-come oozed from the slit at the tip. His thumb skimmed over the top and he gasped at the sensation that ripped through him.
The image of Melissa filled his mind. She was on her knees in front of him, her lips wrapped around his cock, her nails digging into his naked thighs as she worked him over. She'd be good at it, he knew it. Her wide eyes looking up at him as she cupped his balls, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips shiny and slick as they moved up and down his shaft. It was too much for him, the sight of her, the feel of her, the sensations as fire rushed through him and pooled in his cock. He was going to explode.
His fist tightened and he focused on the ridge under the head. He was whole-handing it now, fingers curled, palm cupping and caressing the sensitive head with each stroke, tighter, faster. His chest heaved as he fought for breath and in his mind he saw his hands sink into a cloud of caramel hair as he took charge. He cupped Melissa's head and held her still as he began to fuck her willing mouth. His cock throbbed, his back arched, and his hips lifted off the bed as a groan tore from his throat and pleasure ripped through him, spewing from his body in a hot stream that hit his chest and belly.
January 17, 2012
Guest Portia DaCosta
Welcome to showcase day for my new mini anthology, DARING INTERLUDES. This is a collection of stories themed around the frisky sexual games played by established pairs of lovers, and the emphasis includes both sweeter play and far more edgy scenarios.
In The Concubine, Merry spices up Rick's convalescence by telling him one of her super sexy stories and transporting him to a fantasy kindom where a beautiful and sensually accomplished courtesan lives.
Silver Screen is a walk on the wild side for the heroine when she's compelled to take breathtaking erotic risks at the behest of her wickedly imaginative lover.
Vickie and Terrence both have sexual secrets, and neither quite knows what's going on in the other's head when they're in bed, making love. But one day, Vickie reveals her Naughty Thoughts… and discovers a brand new, thrilling Terrence. A powerful man who likes to play spanking games.
Approximately 10,000 words/22 pages.
NB. these stories have all appeared separately as contributions the printed anthologies, Obsession, Sweet Confessions and Women in Lust.
Available from Smashwords, All Romance eBooks, Kobo Ebooks, Diesel Ebooks, Amazon Kindle US and Amazon Kindle UK.
Do give Daring Interludes a whirl if you enjoy stories of sensual game playing. You can find a taster excerpt here at my web site.
Happy Reading!
Portia
January 16, 2012
Green
There's a little green monster that creeps over my shoulder every time I hear and author talk about how they see scenes play out in their mind when they're writing, or how they hear voices in their heads. This sort of thing just doesn't happen to me. I will admit that once I get really into a story the words tend to flow, almost like I'm channelling the character, but to get to that point is not an easy thing.
As much as I love being an author, I rarely look forward to sitting at the computer and writing. Which is why it's so very important to remind myself of this quote every now and then…
"I'm not telling you it's going to be easy. I'm telling you it's going to be worth it." ~Art Williams
January 12, 2012
January
SO january seems to be a time for everyone to think about the year ahead. I admit it, I do it too, (although I truly seem to do this sort of evaluation almost every month). It's Theme week at Genreality and we're all talking about Goal Setting, and show we deal, or don't deal with it. You should check it out. HelenKay Dimon's got an especially good one today.
Which brings me to my next bit of news. Helenkay Dimon and Diana Peterfreund are now regulars at the Genreality blog, and I'm thrilled. I've known both of these ladies for many years, and my respect and admiration for them has only grown in that time.
Like HelenKay says in her post today, surrounding yourself with the right people is important. In the last year I've made some great stride toward that by letting go of some people, and making an effort to be more open to others. I can only hope thy value having me in their life as much as I do them.
Okay, enough sap… let's talk writing.
I do have some plans, naughty ones, that I think you'll like a lot. And hopefully I'll be able to make an announcement before the end of the month. I'd love it if you'd cross your fingers for me people. I really want these things to go forward.
Since I'm in a giving mood today, I figure it's time for a giveaway. I know I always love free books, so how about that? Who's interested in a free ebook?
Yes, today it's just an eBook, but hey…it's still free.
Mavericks OF Space is actually 2 short stories combined. They were previously published by Amber Quill Press back in 200 5 and 2006, and I figured since I liked them so much, I'd put them out there again. They're just fun, sexy erotic stories, and I hope you enjoy them.
All you have to do to get it is go to Smashwords, and pick the format you want. WHen you check out, use this coupon code, and it'll be free. VP96B
Mavericks of Space Anthology
This is the re-release of the erotic science fiction short story ABDUCTION and it's sequel TRANSPLANT.
ABDUCTION
When Max Cooper, a "damaged" ex-Coast Guard officer, wakes up naked in a strange bed with no memory of how he got there, "alien abduction" is not what pops into his head.
It's Captain Tyla Natori's job to bring males from other worlds back to her own female-dominated planet to be put "on the market." When she finds a perfect male speciman in the form of Max Cooper, however, she decides he's the one for her, and he has no choice in the matter…Or does he?
TRANSPLANT
Max made his choice to stick with Tyla and become a Transplant on Triton. Only things aren't going too smoothly, right from the start. Max wants to be Tyla's only lover, and for a Triton woman, monogamy is unheard of. Then there's the fact that the queen's ordered Tyla to marry a Durian prince in order to prevent a war.
Nothing brings two people closer together than facing a common foe, but can Max and Tyla stop the marriage and still prevent a war?
Abduction:6,700 words
Transplant:6,591 words
Please note: These stories have been previously published, separately, and with a different cover. They contains explicit language, frequent graphic sex scenes.
Amazon.com * Smashwords * All Romance eBooks.
"ABDUCTION by Sasha White is a quick sumptuous read that will have you squirming and wanting to abduct a love slave of your very own. Ms. White developed her characters quickly and solidly in an other worldly setting that you will want to visit again. – eCataromance Reviews
"Hot, fast-paced and erotic, the tension between Tyla and Max is sizzling. This sci-fi Erotica quickie delivers!" – Romance Divas
"Ms. White has a definite talent for writing captivating science fiction. Her descriptions of alien races, technology and foreign settings pulled me right in to the story, making the surroundings come alive. With a few well-placed details and a brave, sexy hero, Ms. White expertly fulfills the expectations of any science fiction romance fan." – Just Erotic Romance Reviews
Breathing hard, adrenaline flowing, and heart pounding, Max Cooper eyed the incensed alien in front of him. Her petite height and delicate features might fool some people into underestimating her, but not him. He saw the controlled tightness of her lean muscles as she slowly circled him; her eyes darkening and her skin glowing almost silver. He knew she could spring into action in less time than it took him to blink. At least she wasn't wearing her usual assortment of weapons.
Then again, he thought, the weapons would never distract him as much as her naked swaying breasts and ripe nipples. The second he glanced at them he knew he'd made a mistake. Almost faster than he could see, she was on him. Literally.
Firm thighs wrapped around his waist and damp heat rubbed against his belly. He caught hold of her tiny waist and stumbled. Turning, he stepped forward and pinned her to the inner wall of the spaceship, his body instantly going from fight mode to fuck mode.
"Mine, Max," she growled. "You are mine, and I am not willing to share."
"Yet you expect me to share you. It doesn't work like that, Tyla." Gripping her ass cheeks, he hefted her higher and pressed his forehead against hers. "If you want me to share you with other transplants, you have to accept that other Tritons will want me, and I'll have no reason to say no to them."
"You have the right to say no to anyone!"
"If you're having sex with others, why should I?" He tangled one hand in the dark curtain of her hair and tugged back her head so he could meet her gaze.
Her bright green eyes flashed with fire, full of turmoil and passion.
"But I am Triton! I am used to sexual freedom!" Her thighs tightened around his waist, pulling him so close that the only thing keeping him from entering her was the flimsy material of his drawstring pants.
"So what?" The strength of his emotions surprised Max. "I'm human, and I agreed to stay on board this ship, and be transplanted on a whole different planet-for you! " The flare of jealousy when he'd seen one of the other transplants put his hands on Tyla had been like a knife to the heart. It hadn't mattered that it had been a Durian; he knew she had absolutely no interest in sex with one.
All that had mattered was another man had put his hand on her, and that she'd just smiled, instead of cutting it off at the wrist like she should have. He'd never been a possessive man before.
Then again, he'd never been in love before.
Unable to handle the new emotions rumbling around in his gut, he'd done what any normal guy would do. He'd ignored them, and tried to distract himself by flirting with the nearest female. Most normal guys, however, wouldn't find themselves instantly transported to the captain's quarters of a spaceship to face off with a naked and angry alien, Captain Tyla Natori.
His abductor.
His sponsor.
The woman for whom he'd agreed to give up life on Earth.
January 3, 2012
Book Recommend
The Departed by Shiloh Walker
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Shiloh Walker has the perfect touch when it comes to suspense with paranormal elements.
I've always enjoyed her stories, but THE MISSING turned me into a total fangirl for life, and THE DEPARTED just proves that this author knows what she's doing. Romance, intrigue, and paranormal elements are perfectly balanced in this fast-paced suspense featuring FBI guy Taylor Jones and psychic Desiree Lincoln. It's a must-not-miss for anyone who enjoys edge of the seat storytelling.
If you haven't read THE MISSING first, don't worry. THE DEPARTED completely stands on it's own.
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