Janine Ashbless's Blog, page 37
July 7, 2017
To Do
I write lists. It is how I stave off panic about ALL THE THINGS TO DO. And also my memory's not that great, let's face it
July 5, 2017
Looking for a forever home
I am, in fact. We started the house-hunting process a couple weeks back...
BUT what really amused me was this article in the New Yorker, which is both extremely funny and horribly close to the bone.
So I wrote an adoption advert for myself:
Meet Janine. This sprightly old lady still has a lot of life left in her, and a lot of love to give to the right person, though she can also be happily left alone for up to twelve hours a day. Her breed is basically nocturnal, so don't expect any early morning walkies! In fact she will not demand much exercise at all, though she has learned a few basic tricks such as eventually getting dressed and answering emails. Janine loves cuddles and food; her new best friend will have to keep a careful eye on her diet and not let her have too many treats. Janine does not socialise well with packs or new people and will do best where she is the only writer in the home. Would suit someone with strong PC helpdesk skills. She should be kept away from children of all ages.
July 3, 2017
Blue Monday: Jennifer Denys guests
Every Monday I post a naughty excerpt for your entertainment!
Today's guest is Jennifer Denys, with a M/m piece from her story To Claim a Mate, which is the first in the Balls and Chains shared-world BDSM shifter series she's curating:
Cole Linley is a gay wolf-shifter. In order to appease the Alpha within, he has taken up the BDSM lifestyle and become very experienced. This placates his wolf to a certain extent, but his dearest wish is to find a mate—male, of course. Except, the question is, how to find one in a city surrounded by humans where other wolf-shifters are rare.
Then, one night, he enters Balls & Chains, a BDSM club he frequents, and immediately senses another of his kind. And not only that, it is the scent of a potential mate, Jared Gray. There is only one problem—Jared is collared by another Master.
Jared’s relationship shows all the signs of an abusive relationship. Can Cole get him away from the other Dom and show Jared the delights of BDSM when done properly and what it means to be a beta wolf to Cole’s Alpha?
“Okay, my gorgeous sub, lie back on the bed holding on to the bars at the top.”
Jared glanced. The head of the bed had horizontal metal bars. Immediately he wondered how many other men had been tied there, and then felt Cole’s hand turning his chin to look up at him.
“I have had no other submissives here.”
“H—how did you know what I was thinking?”
Cole smiled. “For one thing, your face is very expressive. For another, after two wolf-shifters mate, there is a mental connection. It’s not that I can read your thoughts, more your emotions.” He laughed. “And they are now telling me to stop talking and make love to you.”
Jared’s heart leaped at the words. Surely if Cole didn’t care for him then he would’ve said, ‘have sex’?
As Jared scooted back and gripped the bars, his Master took hold of the sub’s legs pulling them apart before kneeling in between.
Cole ran his hands along Jared’s thighs and up his body as he moved to lie atop the younger man.
“Please stop waxing or shaving. It doesn’t feel right. It’s not the wolf way.”
Jared smiled. “Whatever you say, Sir.”
Peppering kisses over the sub’s chest, Cole then licked his neck, being gentle around the bite. Jared quite liked the mixture of human and wolf traits.
Making his way up to Jared’s face, Cole grinned as he made Jared reach out for a kiss, then pulled away. “Soon, my lover, soon. First, there’s something I must get.”
Jumping off the bed, Cole strode to a gym bag on a dresser. When he returned, Jared could see he carried some lube.
“It may not be necessary even though we are no longer in wolf form. However, you could be sore from earlier.”
Cole once more proved how caring he was. As Cole lathered the lube onto Jared’s backside, the sub groaned. Not because he was tender but because it felt delicious.
“Like that, do you?”
He nodded in response, suddenly unable to breathe as he panted in anticipation.
His Master threw aside the lube and pushed Jared’s legs up to his shoulders. Jared felt something press against his back sphincter. Since he was in this position, he was able to look down to see Cole’s massive cock push slowly into him. He was mesmerized by the fact that it appeared to be black. Although, his own penis and balls were darker than the rest of his body. Maybe it was a wolf thing.
Coherent thoughts then fled Jared’s brain as he experienced a sensation of all the space inside him being filled—pleasure bordered with not-uncomfortable pain.
Then, Cole was fully inside him. “God, you are so tight. I can feel you wrapping around me,” Cole finished his exclamation with a groan. With only a moment’s pause, the Dom started thrusting, retreating, then plunging once more hitting all the nerve endings Jared had inside him. It was bliss.
He tried lifting his butt up to meet Cole trying to urge him to go faster, but from this position, he had no leverage. His Master put his hands on either side of Jared and leaned in, using his weight to hold Jared’s legs in place. The rigid length of Jared’s erection prodded Cole’s stomach. “Just enjoy it. Let me do the work.”
Relaxing in to the fact that he couldn’t do anything else, Jared was conscious it was just like being restrained. It wasn’t necessary to be tied to have the sensation of someone else being in charge.
At that point, he gave in to the sensations—Cole heavy on top, pushing inside him, getting faster, nerve endings fizzing, breathing faster, grunting, sweating, balls getting heavier, seed rising and then Jared yelled as he spurted semen over their chests.
“Yes!” growled Cole as he gave a few final thrusts into Jared’s throbbing butt, releasing his own seed before pulling out with a shudder.
Buy To Claim a Mate at:
Amazon US :: Amazon UK
Luminosity Publishing
Jennifer Denys is a bestselling author in various genre (BDSM, contemporary, sci-fi, paranormal, with historical and fantasy in her works in progress) with several different publishers.
An Englishwoman through and through, she lives in a beautiful historical city and is game to try most things once. She’s had a tattoo done on her calf, flew down zip wires 100 feet up in the trees, and was photographed nude by a professional photographer. All of which have taken place since she turned 50!
Many of her experiences end up in her books… but you will have to read them to find out what!
Do contact Jennifer – she loves to hear from her fans at jennifer.denys@yahoo.com She posts to her blog three times a week and is on Facebook daily.
Blog/website
Facebook
Twitter
Amazon Author Page
Today's guest is Jennifer Denys, with a M/m piece from her story To Claim a Mate, which is the first in the Balls and Chains shared-world BDSM shifter series she's curating:
Cole Linley is a gay wolf-shifter. In order to appease the Alpha within, he has taken up the BDSM lifestyle and become very experienced. This placates his wolf to a certain extent, but his dearest wish is to find a mate—male, of course. Except, the question is, how to find one in a city surrounded by humans where other wolf-shifters are rare.
Then, one night, he enters Balls & Chains, a BDSM club he frequents, and immediately senses another of his kind. And not only that, it is the scent of a potential mate, Jared Gray. There is only one problem—Jared is collared by another Master.
Jared’s relationship shows all the signs of an abusive relationship. Can Cole get him away from the other Dom and show Jared the delights of BDSM when done properly and what it means to be a beta wolf to Cole’s Alpha?
“Okay, my gorgeous sub, lie back on the bed holding on to the bars at the top.”
Jared glanced. The head of the bed had horizontal metal bars. Immediately he wondered how many other men had been tied there, and then felt Cole’s hand turning his chin to look up at him.
“I have had no other submissives here.”
“H—how did you know what I was thinking?”
Cole smiled. “For one thing, your face is very expressive. For another, after two wolf-shifters mate, there is a mental connection. It’s not that I can read your thoughts, more your emotions.” He laughed. “And they are now telling me to stop talking and make love to you.”
Jared’s heart leaped at the words. Surely if Cole didn’t care for him then he would’ve said, ‘have sex’?
As Jared scooted back and gripped the bars, his Master took hold of the sub’s legs pulling them apart before kneeling in between.
Cole ran his hands along Jared’s thighs and up his body as he moved to lie atop the younger man.
“Please stop waxing or shaving. It doesn’t feel right. It’s not the wolf way.”
Jared smiled. “Whatever you say, Sir.”
Peppering kisses over the sub’s chest, Cole then licked his neck, being gentle around the bite. Jared quite liked the mixture of human and wolf traits.
Making his way up to Jared’s face, Cole grinned as he made Jared reach out for a kiss, then pulled away. “Soon, my lover, soon. First, there’s something I must get.”
Jumping off the bed, Cole strode to a gym bag on a dresser. When he returned, Jared could see he carried some lube.
“It may not be necessary even though we are no longer in wolf form. However, you could be sore from earlier.”
Cole once more proved how caring he was. As Cole lathered the lube onto Jared’s backside, the sub groaned. Not because he was tender but because it felt delicious.
“Like that, do you?”
He nodded in response, suddenly unable to breathe as he panted in anticipation.
His Master threw aside the lube and pushed Jared’s legs up to his shoulders. Jared felt something press against his back sphincter. Since he was in this position, he was able to look down to see Cole’s massive cock push slowly into him. He was mesmerized by the fact that it appeared to be black. Although, his own penis and balls were darker than the rest of his body. Maybe it was a wolf thing.
Coherent thoughts then fled Jared’s brain as he experienced a sensation of all the space inside him being filled—pleasure bordered with not-uncomfortable pain.
Then, Cole was fully inside him. “God, you are so tight. I can feel you wrapping around me,” Cole finished his exclamation with a groan. With only a moment’s pause, the Dom started thrusting, retreating, then plunging once more hitting all the nerve endings Jared had inside him. It was bliss.
He tried lifting his butt up to meet Cole trying to urge him to go faster, but from this position, he had no leverage. His Master put his hands on either side of Jared and leaned in, using his weight to hold Jared’s legs in place. The rigid length of Jared’s erection prodded Cole’s stomach. “Just enjoy it. Let me do the work.”
Relaxing in to the fact that he couldn’t do anything else, Jared was conscious it was just like being restrained. It wasn’t necessary to be tied to have the sensation of someone else being in charge.
At that point, he gave in to the sensations—Cole heavy on top, pushing inside him, getting faster, nerve endings fizzing, breathing faster, grunting, sweating, balls getting heavier, seed rising and then Jared yelled as he spurted semen over their chests.
“Yes!” growled Cole as he gave a few final thrusts into Jared’s throbbing butt, releasing his own seed before pulling out with a shudder.
Buy To Claim a Mate at:
Amazon US :: Amazon UK
Luminosity Publishing
Jennifer Denys is a bestselling author in various genre (BDSM, contemporary, sci-fi, paranormal, with historical and fantasy in her works in progress) with several different publishers.
An Englishwoman through and through, she lives in a beautiful historical city and is game to try most things once. She’s had a tattoo done on her calf, flew down zip wires 100 feet up in the trees, and was photographed nude by a professional photographer. All of which have taken place since she turned 50!
Many of her experiences end up in her books… but you will have to read them to find out what!
Do contact Jennifer – she loves to hear from her fans at jennifer.denys@yahoo.com She posts to her blog three times a week and is on Facebook daily.
Blog/website
Amazon Author Page
July 2, 2017
June 30, 2017
The Goat-to Guy
Francisco de Goya: Witches' Sabbath (1798)I'm away-from-blog and off LARPing this weekend, and it's all going be very goat-themed. Baaah!June 28, 2017
Prison of the Angels update
Stella Langdale: illustration for Christ in Hades (1917)If you need anything else to blame Theresa bloody May for, the snap election she called has caused a bit of a delay in the publication of
The Prison of the Angels
, the final part of my Book of the Watchers trilogy - as my editor was busy campaigning for the opposition!Anyway, we're catching up now. I am preparing to devote July to edits, and we should have a cover by August. I've also been told to get my finger out and write a blurb real soon now
June 26, 2017
Blue Monday
Every Monday I post an naughty excerpt for your entertainment!
Today's clip is from Roadside Rescue, a short story that appeared in the themed anthology Liasons.
Sarah is on her way to an assignation with her old college professor, when her car breaks down and she has a spontaneous sexual fling with the garage rescue guy. In this excerpt she begins to re-examine the direction her life is going.
In her hotel room that night, Sarah sat on the edge of her bed and wondered what the hell she’d been thinking of. She’d never tried such a thing in her life before – so what had made her jump a recovery man like that? Sure he wasn’t unattractive, but she’d been on her way to visit someone else. Was that it then? After weeks of anticipation, was it being unable to cope with being frustrated at the last moment?
It wasn’t just weeks, she reminded herself. It was nearly three months since she’d last been able to meet with Mervyn. And then it had been a night at the theatre – two tickets bought separately – and a furtive against-the-wall shuffle in the Ladies’ during the second act.
She recalled that passionate struggle wistfully, but the picture blurred and was ousted by a more recent memory: Gavin shafting her doggy-style on the back seat of the truck cab. His grunts of pleasure as he powered his way into her. His hard thighs and thick cock.
Her phone rang.
Sarah knew who it was before she picked up. She’d left a message on his voicemail as soon as she could, and later rung the hotel reception at Fort William to leave another apology and a backup message: I’m stranded overnight seventy miles south of you.
‘Sarah.’
‘Mervyn – are you okay? Did you get my message?’
‘Yes. Where are you now?’
‘I had to take a hotel room.’ She explained hurried about the car and finished with, ‘Are you coming to pick me up?’
‘I don’t think so. That would hardly be wise.’ He was always very careful about traceability, was Mervyn. He’d never so much as given her a lift to the station. Sarah felt her shoulders sag.
‘Well what are we going to do?’
‘You can drive up tomorrow. And I’m going to wait here – I’m sure I can find something to keep me amused.’
She felt the hurt flex inside her. ‘Are you sure? That’ll only be one night we have together then.’ Even if Gavin does get the car fixed quickly, she added to herself. If it wasn’t until Monday she’d have blown the whole weekend for nothing, plus she would have to take a day’s leave from work.
‘It’ll have to do, if you can’t manage to keep your car roadworthy. Are you in your room at the moment?’
‘Yes.’ She was reeling a little from the clipped accusation.
‘Alone?’
‘Of course.’
‘Go and look out of the window.’
She stood and went to open the curtains. ‘What am I looking for?’
‘What can you see out there?’
‘Not much – it’s dark.
‘And your room light is on?’
‘Uhuh.’
‘Good. What’s out there by daylight?’
‘The main road through the village.’ Gavin had described it as a town but it was really no more than a village with a castle, a tiny museum, and a single hotel. ‘It goes along the water … We’re on a sea-loch here, I think. It’s calm out there. No beach or anything.’
‘Excellent. So anyone out there can see in your lit window?’
She shivered. ‘I guess.’
‘Touch your breast.’
She held her breath.
‘Sarah?’
‘Yes?’
‘Are you doing it?’
‘Mervyn…’
‘I want you to touch your breast, slowly. Squeeze it.’
An inner trickle of warmth told her how much she was in thrall to his voice. ‘Okay,’ she breathed, and cupped the warm curve of her right breast in her free hand. ‘I’m doing it.’
‘Rub your hand all over it. Play with your nipple.’
The familiar ache of excitement was running like a tide through her body. ‘Yes,’ she said.
‘Is it hard? Tell me how you’re doing it.’
It was hard like a bullet. ‘Yes, it is. I’m pinching it between my finger and thumb and twisting it. Like you do to me.’
‘
And do you like that?’
She couldn’t keep her voice quite even. ‘It makes me want to feel your mouth on my breasts.’
‘On your what?’
‘My breasts.’
‘Oh no. You don’t use prissy words like that. Breasts and pussy are for good girls. You’re not a good girl, are you Sarah?’
‘No,’ she whispered.
‘No; you’re a dirty girl aren’t you? I know that. Ever since that day you stayed behind after my lecture for a little extra tuition. Wanting me to fuck you. It’s not allowed, is it, but that didn’t stop you. In your short skirt and tight blouse, wiggling your pert little body at me. Begging me to touch you.’
Sarah shut her eyes. It was all true; hers had been a crazy all-consuming crush on the handsome older man. ‘Yes.’
‘So don’t tell me about your breasts, dirty girl. What is it that you’re touching for me?’
She was on familiar ground. ‘My titties. I’m touching my titties and thinking about the way you suck them.’
His stifled groan was audible. ‘Then get them out for everyone to see, Sarah. Do that now.’
With a whimper she slipped the top buttons of her blouse and laid it open over her breasts. She wasn’t even wearing her bra; that garment was still hanging over a radiator to dry. ‘I’ve got them out. I’m touching my bare titties for you, Mervyn.’
‘That’s right. And anyone looking up at that window can see them now, can’t they?’
‘Yes.’
‘And what else will they want to see?’
‘No,’ she groaned; ‘please.’
‘Say it.’
‘My … pussy.’
‘Your twat, girl. Your dirty cunt.’
She took a deeper breath. ‘My cunt.’
‘Are you wearing a skirt, Sarah?’
‘Yes.’
‘Tuck it up then. Pull down your knickers. Show them. Touch yourself. Tits and twat.’ His voice was sounding croaky.
‘Please…’
‘Do it now.’
‘Yes.’ She obeyed, easing her panties down her thighs.
‘Have you got your hand right in your snatch, dirty girl?’
‘Yes. Oh, yes.’
‘Let me hear it.’
She lowered the phone to her crotch to let him hear the moist little noises her fingers were making in her slick flesh, and he did not speak for some moments.
‘Now tell me what you’re doing.’
‘I’m fucking myself. I’ve got one leg up on the windowsill and I’m sticking my fingers in my cunt and stroking the juices all over my clit. I’m all wet, Merv. I’m all wet and slippery and my titties are wobbling and I’m going to come soon.’
‘Good. Let me hear you. Let me hear you come, you dirty girl. Touching yourself where everyone can see you, like a real whore. Standing there with your tits on show playing with yoursel-’
She drowned his voice with her own, babbling as she slithered into orgasm. She thought she heard his staccato grunts, but couldn’t be sure, because as her moans died away the connection went dead, and she was suddenly alone in her hotel room with her cheeks burning and the muted TV flickering. She let out a long breath then, almost like a sob.
That was the second time today she’d betrayed Mervyn. She’d pleasured herself just as he’d demanded, but she hadn’t done it in public view. When he’d first told her to touch her nipple she’d moved quietly away from the window and put her back to the wall. The confusing thing was, she didn’t understand why.
Buy Liasons at:
Amazon US :: Amazon UK
GooglePlay
Today's clip is from Roadside Rescue, a short story that appeared in the themed anthology Liasons.
Sarah is on her way to an assignation with her old college professor, when her car breaks down and she has a spontaneous sexual fling with the garage rescue guy. In this excerpt she begins to re-examine the direction her life is going.
In her hotel room that night, Sarah sat on the edge of her bed and wondered what the hell she’d been thinking of. She’d never tried such a thing in her life before – so what had made her jump a recovery man like that? Sure he wasn’t unattractive, but she’d been on her way to visit someone else. Was that it then? After weeks of anticipation, was it being unable to cope with being frustrated at the last moment?
It wasn’t just weeks, she reminded herself. It was nearly three months since she’d last been able to meet with Mervyn. And then it had been a night at the theatre – two tickets bought separately – and a furtive against-the-wall shuffle in the Ladies’ during the second act.
She recalled that passionate struggle wistfully, but the picture blurred and was ousted by a more recent memory: Gavin shafting her doggy-style on the back seat of the truck cab. His grunts of pleasure as he powered his way into her. His hard thighs and thick cock.
Her phone rang.
Sarah knew who it was before she picked up. She’d left a message on his voicemail as soon as she could, and later rung the hotel reception at Fort William to leave another apology and a backup message: I’m stranded overnight seventy miles south of you.
‘Sarah.’
‘Mervyn – are you okay? Did you get my message?’
‘Yes. Where are you now?’
‘I had to take a hotel room.’ She explained hurried about the car and finished with, ‘Are you coming to pick me up?’
‘I don’t think so. That would hardly be wise.’ He was always very careful about traceability, was Mervyn. He’d never so much as given her a lift to the station. Sarah felt her shoulders sag.
‘Well what are we going to do?’
‘You can drive up tomorrow. And I’m going to wait here – I’m sure I can find something to keep me amused.’
She felt the hurt flex inside her. ‘Are you sure? That’ll only be one night we have together then.’ Even if Gavin does get the car fixed quickly, she added to herself. If it wasn’t until Monday she’d have blown the whole weekend for nothing, plus she would have to take a day’s leave from work.
‘It’ll have to do, if you can’t manage to keep your car roadworthy. Are you in your room at the moment?’
‘Yes.’ She was reeling a little from the clipped accusation.
‘Alone?’
‘Of course.’
‘Go and look out of the window.’
She stood and went to open the curtains. ‘What am I looking for?’
‘What can you see out there?’
‘Not much – it’s dark.
‘And your room light is on?’
‘Uhuh.’
‘Good. What’s out there by daylight?’
‘The main road through the village.’ Gavin had described it as a town but it was really no more than a village with a castle, a tiny museum, and a single hotel. ‘It goes along the water … We’re on a sea-loch here, I think. It’s calm out there. No beach or anything.’
‘Excellent. So anyone out there can see in your lit window?’
She shivered. ‘I guess.’
‘Touch your breast.’
She held her breath.
‘Sarah?’
‘Yes?’
‘Are you doing it?’
‘Mervyn…’
‘I want you to touch your breast, slowly. Squeeze it.’
An inner trickle of warmth told her how much she was in thrall to his voice. ‘Okay,’ she breathed, and cupped the warm curve of her right breast in her free hand. ‘I’m doing it.’
‘Rub your hand all over it. Play with your nipple.’
The familiar ache of excitement was running like a tide through her body. ‘Yes,’ she said.
‘Is it hard? Tell me how you’re doing it.’
It was hard like a bullet. ‘Yes, it is. I’m pinching it between my finger and thumb and twisting it. Like you do to me.’
‘
And do you like that?’
She couldn’t keep her voice quite even. ‘It makes me want to feel your mouth on my breasts.’
‘On your what?’
‘My breasts.’
‘Oh no. You don’t use prissy words like that. Breasts and pussy are for good girls. You’re not a good girl, are you Sarah?’
‘No,’ she whispered.
‘No; you’re a dirty girl aren’t you? I know that. Ever since that day you stayed behind after my lecture for a little extra tuition. Wanting me to fuck you. It’s not allowed, is it, but that didn’t stop you. In your short skirt and tight blouse, wiggling your pert little body at me. Begging me to touch you.’
Sarah shut her eyes. It was all true; hers had been a crazy all-consuming crush on the handsome older man. ‘Yes.’
‘So don’t tell me about your breasts, dirty girl. What is it that you’re touching for me?’
She was on familiar ground. ‘My titties. I’m touching my titties and thinking about the way you suck them.’
His stifled groan was audible. ‘Then get them out for everyone to see, Sarah. Do that now.’
With a whimper she slipped the top buttons of her blouse and laid it open over her breasts. She wasn’t even wearing her bra; that garment was still hanging over a radiator to dry. ‘I’ve got them out. I’m touching my bare titties for you, Mervyn.’
‘That’s right. And anyone looking up at that window can see them now, can’t they?’
‘Yes.’
‘And what else will they want to see?’
‘No,’ she groaned; ‘please.’
‘Say it.’
‘My … pussy.’
‘Your twat, girl. Your dirty cunt.’
She took a deeper breath. ‘My cunt.’
‘Are you wearing a skirt, Sarah?’
‘Yes.’
‘Tuck it up then. Pull down your knickers. Show them. Touch yourself. Tits and twat.’ His voice was sounding croaky.
‘Please…’
‘Do it now.’
‘Yes.’ She obeyed, easing her panties down her thighs.
‘Have you got your hand right in your snatch, dirty girl?’
‘Yes. Oh, yes.’
‘Let me hear it.’
She lowered the phone to her crotch to let him hear the moist little noises her fingers were making in her slick flesh, and he did not speak for some moments.
‘Now tell me what you’re doing.’
‘I’m fucking myself. I’ve got one leg up on the windowsill and I’m sticking my fingers in my cunt and stroking the juices all over my clit. I’m all wet, Merv. I’m all wet and slippery and my titties are wobbling and I’m going to come soon.’
‘Good. Let me hear you. Let me hear you come, you dirty girl. Touching yourself where everyone can see you, like a real whore. Standing there with your tits on show playing with yoursel-’
She drowned his voice with her own, babbling as she slithered into orgasm. She thought she heard his staccato grunts, but couldn’t be sure, because as her moans died away the connection went dead, and she was suddenly alone in her hotel room with her cheeks burning and the muted TV flickering. She let out a long breath then, almost like a sob.
That was the second time today she’d betrayed Mervyn. She’d pleasured herself just as he’d demanded, but she hadn’t done it in public view. When he’d first told her to touch her nipple she’d moved quietly away from the window and put her back to the wall. The confusing thing was, she didn’t understand why.
Buy Liasons at:
Amazon US :: Amazon UK
GooglePlay
June 25, 2017
ELO ello ello
While the rest of the nation was glued to the telly-box wishing they were at the Glastonbury Festival, I was dancing to ancient prog-disco-rockers ELO at the Wembley Arena
June 23, 2017
OMG
SPOILERS AHOY
American Gods has just finished its Season 1 run, and what a lot of fun it was! - As well as laudable in its ethnic inclusivity, male nudity and fairly brave pokes at American Christianity. The CGI might have been ropey under HD, the artsy camerawork a little too self-indulgent, and the plot loaded with a typically Gaimanesque dearth of pace, but it was exactly what was needed whilst awaiting the next Game of Thrones season. Hooray!
And then there's Shadow Moon, our luckless protagonist...
Shadow is the Everyman human pulled into a modern-day battle between the old pagan gods (Odin, Anansi, etc) and the new (Technology, Media, etc). He's bound to turn out to be pivotal and probably Prophesied (Mr Wednesday put a helluva lot of effort into recruiting him), but right now he just spends most of his time looking sweaty, and confused by the supernatural shenanigans unfolding around him
"OMG, WTF is this place?!"
""OMG y u here, Dead Wife?"Physically, he looks a whole lot more divine than any of the actual gods!
To my surprise it turns out that the drop-dead gorgeous actor, Ricky Whittle, is actually British and really famous here! - I'd just overlooked his existence because he appeared in a terrible soap called Hollyoaks that I don't watch (it's possibly the least accurate simulation of life in this country ever broadcast), and a celebrity dance-off series, Strictly Come Dancing, that I don't watch because ugh, dancing, and a SF series called The 100 which I was put off watching because it was full of bloody teenagers.
I can watch this for ages thoOh well, there's always Season 2 of American gods and MORE PRETTINESS to look forward to...I shall leave you with a dance clip, because I'm all about giving the muse a go:
June 21, 2017
Sinful Pleasures lineup
The author lineup has been announced for Sinful Pleasures: an anthology of erotic tales, and it has an official release date of August 20th, yay!
Sinful Press is pleased to announce the release of our first anthology, Sinful Pleasures . Join us as we weave our way from mainstream erotic romance to surreal sex-filled dreamscapes and everything in between, created by some of the best new and established voices in the erotica genre.
Janine Ashbless - The Pier by NightElla ScandalSonni de SotoJo Henny WolfLily HarlemLady DivineGail WilliamsSamantha MacLeodTony FylerEllie BarkerLisa McCarthy
Want an early look? Advanced Reader Copies are now available to reviewers and bloggers, so please contact Lisa Jenkins on: contact@sinfulpress.co.uk to grab a copy!
