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December 5, 2015
CASUAL SEX
I DON’T LIKE CASUAL SEX
It’s a hot topic as of late. The rush. The idea of meeting a virtual stranger and just letting yourself go. Getting swept up in the blissful abandonment of sex and pleasure and orgasm. Sounds great, doesn’t it?
I’ve had a sort of epiphany about it. And here it is: I don’t like casual sex. There. I said it. For all to see.
Aaaah. But here’s the rub. I’ve never actually HAD casual sex. Not once. I used to think that maybe it was because of my upbringing, my Catholic roots, the moralistic compass that was drilled into me from a young age. But let’s face it. I wouldn’t be writing books about sex if I didn’t enjoy it. I do. I’m not afraid of sex. And quite frankly, without it, I might as well wither up and die.
But casual sex simply doesn’t interest me. I don’t want to have sex for the mere conclusion of an orgasm. I want it all. I want to see stars. I want to be taken to that edge and then pushed just a little beyond. I want to take chances and feel every emotion, from my mind to the tips of my toes. And I don’t want it to be only for titillation, for mere pleasure, for the release of climax. I want it to be more. To experience a trust that lets me fall, knowing that when I’m done, I am taken care of. Nourished. Cherished. Loved. I want to feel safety in knowing that I CAN fall. That I can let go. That I can be as dirty and open and sexual as I need to be and that I will be caught when it’s done. I want it to be scary and emotional and painful even. To me, that’s bliss.
Coming, having orgasms, feeling sexually euphoric--I can have that with anyone--even just myself. It's the mental connection I crave and need. It's the feeling of: I trust this person entirely, to be pushed just slightly beyond my limits, to dive over the edge, knowing full well that I will not be left for dead but instead, grabbed and held and completely cared for and soothed and calmed. It's THAT. I'm not looking for anything else. And that only comes with love.
So when someone calls me a prude or says I just need a good “fuck,” I say to them: No thanks. Casual sex? It’s not for me. I want TRUST. I want that bond. I want to feel it inside and out. I want to sob. I want it to destroy me and then heal me. I want to crash into the person, crawl into them, FEEL every last inch of the experience, mentally AND physically. And I want it to be all-consuming. Risky but safe. Scary but calming. Painful but pleasurable. I want my sex with love. Not just a little. I want it all. Period.
Without all that? I see no point. I might as well just masturbate…which reminds me…
It’s a hot topic as of late. The rush. The idea of meeting a virtual stranger and just letting yourself go. Getting swept up in the blissful abandonment of sex and pleasure and orgasm. Sounds great, doesn’t it?
I’ve had a sort of epiphany about it. And here it is: I don’t like casual sex. There. I said it. For all to see.
Aaaah. But here’s the rub. I’ve never actually HAD casual sex. Not once. I used to think that maybe it was because of my upbringing, my Catholic roots, the moralistic compass that was drilled into me from a young age. But let’s face it. I wouldn’t be writing books about sex if I didn’t enjoy it. I do. I’m not afraid of sex. And quite frankly, without it, I might as well wither up and die.
But casual sex simply doesn’t interest me. I don’t want to have sex for the mere conclusion of an orgasm. I want it all. I want to see stars. I want to be taken to that edge and then pushed just a little beyond. I want to take chances and feel every emotion, from my mind to the tips of my toes. And I don’t want it to be only for titillation, for mere pleasure, for the release of climax. I want it to be more. To experience a trust that lets me fall, knowing that when I’m done, I am taken care of. Nourished. Cherished. Loved. I want to feel safety in knowing that I CAN fall. That I can let go. That I can be as dirty and open and sexual as I need to be and that I will be caught when it’s done. I want it to be scary and emotional and painful even. To me, that’s bliss.
Coming, having orgasms, feeling sexually euphoric--I can have that with anyone--even just myself. It's the mental connection I crave and need. It's the feeling of: I trust this person entirely, to be pushed just slightly beyond my limits, to dive over the edge, knowing full well that I will not be left for dead but instead, grabbed and held and completely cared for and soothed and calmed. It's THAT. I'm not looking for anything else. And that only comes with love.
So when someone calls me a prude or says I just need a good “fuck,” I say to them: No thanks. Casual sex? It’s not for me. I want TRUST. I want that bond. I want to feel it inside and out. I want to sob. I want it to destroy me and then heal me. I want to crash into the person, crawl into them, FEEL every last inch of the experience, mentally AND physically. And I want it to be all-consuming. Risky but safe. Scary but calming. Painful but pleasurable. I want my sex with love. Not just a little. I want it all. Period.
Without all that? I see no point. I might as well just masturbate…which reminds me…
November 11, 2015
THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS IS A GENTLEMAN--Shakespeare
Why am I so drawn to the dark and mysterious man? The man who warns me, who tells me he’s damaged? Why does a nice, sweet man, who gives me love and kindness daily bore me?
Recently a friend told me to search myself. To take time to listen. To hear what my soul had to say. To look deep into my childhood for answers. To find and discover who I am.
I have done so. There IS NOT some hidden answer to discover. There is not some dark secret I have buried. My childhood was idyllic, loving, warm. I had wonderful parents. A loving home. I wanted for nothing, though I did not have a lot of money. I did have unconditional love.
So I don’t know why I am the way I am. I like it dark. I like it dangerous. And I’m also too afraid to really embrace what I want. Fear. It’s a driving force in my life. But it keeps me safe. So I tip-toe around what I really need and want. I get close to it, and then I pull back. I grab it and push it away. I teeter on the edge and never quite can fall over…
I welcome answers. But maybe there aren’t any answers to be had. Like so many things, not all things are that simple.
Recently a friend told me to search myself. To take time to listen. To hear what my soul had to say. To look deep into my childhood for answers. To find and discover who I am.
I have done so. There IS NOT some hidden answer to discover. There is not some dark secret I have buried. My childhood was idyllic, loving, warm. I had wonderful parents. A loving home. I wanted for nothing, though I did not have a lot of money. I did have unconditional love.
So I don’t know why I am the way I am. I like it dark. I like it dangerous. And I’m also too afraid to really embrace what I want. Fear. It’s a driving force in my life. But it keeps me safe. So I tip-toe around what I really need and want. I get close to it, and then I pull back. I grab it and push it away. I teeter on the edge and never quite can fall over…
I welcome answers. But maybe there aren’t any answers to be had. Like so many things, not all things are that simple.
October 25, 2015
The Lone Quest of Writing. Or Is It?
“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.” Virginia Woolf
Writing can be a lonely process. It often requires escaping to somewhere quiet, in the dark recesses of the mind. I’ve blogged about this before—getting lost, coming up for air only when the characters are done speaking, losing track of where I am and where I’ve gone. Writing is powerful. At least it is for me.
It’s hard, too, when you put your work out there for all to read. No matter what we write as authors, it is a part of our souls that we give, subconsciously or consciously.
The Natalie Edge Series was more of a subconscious experience for me. It wasn’t until the last book that I realized so much of who I am is in these books. So much of my experiences and wounds tainted and created the story. What I thought was mere fiction became a quest of enlightenment, especially when life threw me curve ball after curve ball in my relationships with love and loss. Still working through all that. Inspiration comes at a cost and without the ability to able to control it, prevent it, or change it. It is what it is. Our muses speak to us without our consent.
But recently, I have discovered that writing doesn’t have to be such a lonely process. It need not be one of total insecurity and seclusion. I suddenly found a group of like-minded writers. We began to support one another. Talk to one another. Truly ENCOURAGE one another, without competition, without judgement, without pettiness. It is refreshing. It has emboldened me. It has changed me. I choose to take risks now. It’s even beyond that. It’s acceptance.
To Mr. B. and the Naughty Nymphettes: I dedicate this blog to you. Thank you.
Writing can be a lonely process. It often requires escaping to somewhere quiet, in the dark recesses of the mind. I’ve blogged about this before—getting lost, coming up for air only when the characters are done speaking, losing track of where I am and where I’ve gone. Writing is powerful. At least it is for me.
It’s hard, too, when you put your work out there for all to read. No matter what we write as authors, it is a part of our souls that we give, subconsciously or consciously.
The Natalie Edge Series was more of a subconscious experience for me. It wasn’t until the last book that I realized so much of who I am is in these books. So much of my experiences and wounds tainted and created the story. What I thought was mere fiction became a quest of enlightenment, especially when life threw me curve ball after curve ball in my relationships with love and loss. Still working through all that. Inspiration comes at a cost and without the ability to able to control it, prevent it, or change it. It is what it is. Our muses speak to us without our consent.
But recently, I have discovered that writing doesn’t have to be such a lonely process. It need not be one of total insecurity and seclusion. I suddenly found a group of like-minded writers. We began to support one another. Talk to one another. Truly ENCOURAGE one another, without competition, without judgement, without pettiness. It is refreshing. It has emboldened me. It has changed me. I choose to take risks now. It’s even beyond that. It’s acceptance.
To Mr. B. and the Naughty Nymphettes: I dedicate this blog to you. Thank you.
October 23, 2015
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October 11, 2015
PIRACY: The Wal-Mart of Writing
I’m assuming that if you’re reading this then you’re either a reader or a writer, right? I mean why else would you be reading a blog entry on piracy or eBooks if you weren’t one or the other or both? So I may just be preaching to the choir here, but maybe, just maybe it will get you or someone you know to stop and think about the issue of piracy and its consequences.
Okay. Now I’m going to sound like a scolding mother. Go ahead. Picture me pointing my finger into your face almost touching the tip of your nose as I shake it furiously, telling you to stop doing whatever it is you’re not supposed to be doing. And yes. Picture yourself as that little kid rolling your eyes the minute Mom turns around. I was there one too many times myself as a child. And I’ll admit, it never worked very well. I don’t imagine me scolding you will on this issue will either, so I try another tactic.
I’ll never forget where I grew up, a struggling little town outside the city, where people knew each other by first names and where I could ride my bike just about anywhere. Mom and Pop shops graced many of the street corners and knocking on your neighbors’ doors was commonplace and welcomed. The Hilary Clinton anthem of “it takes a village” really was alive and true. My dad was a struggling businessman (who finally did make it big—but that’s a topic for a different blog) and my mom worked two jobs. But I never wanted for anything. And I was loved and cared for without material items. My neighborhood was a community. And we trusted and looked after one another.
Mr. Ciccolini’s little store was a neighborhood favorite. He had rows and rows of candy. I particularly liked the candy cigarettes which makes me laugh at the irony of that now, considering I abhor smoking, having just lost a family member to the deadly cancer it causes. My friends and I went to his store almost daily after school. Sometimes just to say hi or pass the time; oftentimes to get a little treat behind our parents’ backs before dinner. He had an old-fashioned ice cream bar in his shop too that my whole family often enjoyed on a Sunday after church. Put simply: Mr. Ciccolini was part of the fabric of my neighborhood. He was extended family.
One day visiting the esteemed Mr. Ciccolini, I realized I didn’t have a penny to my name. My friends were going up and down the rows, picking out their treats: Bit o’ Honeys, gumballs, those disgusting not quite chocolate things with the nuts like taffy, whose name escapes me right now. I was jealous and embarrassed, truth be told, that I didn’t have any money. I looked both ways and when no one was looking I stuffed my fav’s in my pockets, my candy cig’s, and sauntered out the door, waiting for the rest of my crew.
When everyone met me outside we hopped on our bikes and rode down to the elementary school to sit on the jungle gym and share our snacks. I pulled out my cig’s from my pockets, enjoying the sugary sin right along with my friends.
“Hey,” my friend Sam said. “I thought you didn’t have any money.”
My face crimsoned. “I…”
“Wait,” Rebecca laughed. “Did you steal those?”
“Well…I didn’t…”
“Oh my god! That is awesome!”
Before I could apologize or explain the stupid whimsy that had come over me, I was a hero. High fives were given. Laughter erupted. The little goody two shoes had stolen some candy, and now I was somehow elevated to Super Woman status. It was confusing and humiliating. I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t be taking praise and yet I went along for the ride, staying silent.
Years later when Mr. Ciccolini’s shop closed, along with many of the other Mom and Pop places, we were all devastated. Abandoned buildings became the norm, Wal-Mart took over for candy, along with CVS and other “convenience’ stores, and I didn’t quite understand economics. I asked my mom why he had to close and she tried to explain it me. That he couldn’t keep up. That he couldn’t raise prices to where they needed to be to make a living. I confessed to Mom, even though I knew it really didn’t matter anymore. It just felt bad. It felt wrong. And I knew it.
Stealing is wrong. Period. No matter how big or small. It is someone’s life, livelihood, future, art, words, or contribution that is being taken away. And somehow I can’t help but think that I contributed to his loss, to the loss of his livelihood. Mr. Ciccolini put his blood, sweat, and tears into that shop. And because of a myriad of things, he couldn’t stay afloat.
People want a deal. They want a bargain. They want the cheapest avenue to get what they want. And eBooks are no different. Many indie authors are putting their books on Amazon for as cheap as they can. Many offer them for free for a time, hoping to lure in readers because they know people don’t want to pay full price. I, myself, though not an indie writer, struggle because my books are a bit more expensive. I use a publisher. And with that comes cost. There are proofers and editors and uploaders and graphic artists…the list is infinite. And we all get paid very little. It’s a trickle effect. People stop paying for books, no one gets paid. No one gets paid, no one can write and produce quality material. And what’s left, quite frankly, is shit. The Wal-Mart of Writing.
I love to write. There is nothing more natural to who I am. Nothing that comes as easily as putting pen to paper (or really, fingertips to keyboard). But editing, rewriting, revising, coming up with the perfect blurb, the perfect cover, having editors gruelingly comb through the manuscript, promoting the final piece to be shared with the world—it takes time and it takes money. It’s daunting. It’s expensive. It’s time-consuming, and scary as we wait for those reviews to come rolling in…if and when they do.
None of us write because we think we’re going to be the next E.L. James or that we’re going to be millionaires (though we may dream of it). We write because it’s in our blood. We write because we have no choice but to allow our voices to drip onto the page. We write because, for some, we want to be happy and make a living off of it, not to be rich in our pockets, but to be rich in our souls. It feeds us, both literally and figuratively.
If people don’t think stealing books, pirating them, is wrong, there’s really not much I can do to change their moral code. And like my friends from the neighborhood, some even brag about it. “You paid for that? Ha! I got it free. Why would I pay when I get it free?” But don’t come crying to us when the quality of eBooks begin to disappear. With piracy will come extinction. Help us survive. We’re not asking for much. Mutual respect. A nod to the arts. How would you feel if you worked all week and your boss decided not to give you that paycheck? Would you keep working at that job? Of course not. You’d have to work elsewhere. You wouldn’t have a choice and neither will we.
Please think about the person who is behind that book before you steal it. Writers are human beings and we bleed every time one of our books are pirated. In the spirit of John Lennon: “We are a brotherhood of man.” Let’s try to support one another instead. After all, we’re all in this together. I look forward to your comments.
Please visit http://mrblackthorne.com/328-2/
to meet me and my other writer friends at Mr. Blackthorne's website. Free excerpts and links to great erotic romance, thrillers, and suspense.
Okay. Now I’m going to sound like a scolding mother. Go ahead. Picture me pointing my finger into your face almost touching the tip of your nose as I shake it furiously, telling you to stop doing whatever it is you’re not supposed to be doing. And yes. Picture yourself as that little kid rolling your eyes the minute Mom turns around. I was there one too many times myself as a child. And I’ll admit, it never worked very well. I don’t imagine me scolding you will on this issue will either, so I try another tactic.
I’ll never forget where I grew up, a struggling little town outside the city, where people knew each other by first names and where I could ride my bike just about anywhere. Mom and Pop shops graced many of the street corners and knocking on your neighbors’ doors was commonplace and welcomed. The Hilary Clinton anthem of “it takes a village” really was alive and true. My dad was a struggling businessman (who finally did make it big—but that’s a topic for a different blog) and my mom worked two jobs. But I never wanted for anything. And I was loved and cared for without material items. My neighborhood was a community. And we trusted and looked after one another.
Mr. Ciccolini’s little store was a neighborhood favorite. He had rows and rows of candy. I particularly liked the candy cigarettes which makes me laugh at the irony of that now, considering I abhor smoking, having just lost a family member to the deadly cancer it causes. My friends and I went to his store almost daily after school. Sometimes just to say hi or pass the time; oftentimes to get a little treat behind our parents’ backs before dinner. He had an old-fashioned ice cream bar in his shop too that my whole family often enjoyed on a Sunday after church. Put simply: Mr. Ciccolini was part of the fabric of my neighborhood. He was extended family.
One day visiting the esteemed Mr. Ciccolini, I realized I didn’t have a penny to my name. My friends were going up and down the rows, picking out their treats: Bit o’ Honeys, gumballs, those disgusting not quite chocolate things with the nuts like taffy, whose name escapes me right now. I was jealous and embarrassed, truth be told, that I didn’t have any money. I looked both ways and when no one was looking I stuffed my fav’s in my pockets, my candy cig’s, and sauntered out the door, waiting for the rest of my crew.
When everyone met me outside we hopped on our bikes and rode down to the elementary school to sit on the jungle gym and share our snacks. I pulled out my cig’s from my pockets, enjoying the sugary sin right along with my friends.
“Hey,” my friend Sam said. “I thought you didn’t have any money.”
My face crimsoned. “I…”
“Wait,” Rebecca laughed. “Did you steal those?”
“Well…I didn’t…”
“Oh my god! That is awesome!”
Before I could apologize or explain the stupid whimsy that had come over me, I was a hero. High fives were given. Laughter erupted. The little goody two shoes had stolen some candy, and now I was somehow elevated to Super Woman status. It was confusing and humiliating. I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t be taking praise and yet I went along for the ride, staying silent.
Years later when Mr. Ciccolini’s shop closed, along with many of the other Mom and Pop places, we were all devastated. Abandoned buildings became the norm, Wal-Mart took over for candy, along with CVS and other “convenience’ stores, and I didn’t quite understand economics. I asked my mom why he had to close and she tried to explain it me. That he couldn’t keep up. That he couldn’t raise prices to where they needed to be to make a living. I confessed to Mom, even though I knew it really didn’t matter anymore. It just felt bad. It felt wrong. And I knew it.
Stealing is wrong. Period. No matter how big or small. It is someone’s life, livelihood, future, art, words, or contribution that is being taken away. And somehow I can’t help but think that I contributed to his loss, to the loss of his livelihood. Mr. Ciccolini put his blood, sweat, and tears into that shop. And because of a myriad of things, he couldn’t stay afloat.
People want a deal. They want a bargain. They want the cheapest avenue to get what they want. And eBooks are no different. Many indie authors are putting their books on Amazon for as cheap as they can. Many offer them for free for a time, hoping to lure in readers because they know people don’t want to pay full price. I, myself, though not an indie writer, struggle because my books are a bit more expensive. I use a publisher. And with that comes cost. There are proofers and editors and uploaders and graphic artists…the list is infinite. And we all get paid very little. It’s a trickle effect. People stop paying for books, no one gets paid. No one gets paid, no one can write and produce quality material. And what’s left, quite frankly, is shit. The Wal-Mart of Writing.
I love to write. There is nothing more natural to who I am. Nothing that comes as easily as putting pen to paper (or really, fingertips to keyboard). But editing, rewriting, revising, coming up with the perfect blurb, the perfect cover, having editors gruelingly comb through the manuscript, promoting the final piece to be shared with the world—it takes time and it takes money. It’s daunting. It’s expensive. It’s time-consuming, and scary as we wait for those reviews to come rolling in…if and when they do.
None of us write because we think we’re going to be the next E.L. James or that we’re going to be millionaires (though we may dream of it). We write because it’s in our blood. We write because we have no choice but to allow our voices to drip onto the page. We write because, for some, we want to be happy and make a living off of it, not to be rich in our pockets, but to be rich in our souls. It feeds us, both literally and figuratively.
If people don’t think stealing books, pirating them, is wrong, there’s really not much I can do to change their moral code. And like my friends from the neighborhood, some even brag about it. “You paid for that? Ha! I got it free. Why would I pay when I get it free?” But don’t come crying to us when the quality of eBooks begin to disappear. With piracy will come extinction. Help us survive. We’re not asking for much. Mutual respect. A nod to the arts. How would you feel if you worked all week and your boss decided not to give you that paycheck? Would you keep working at that job? Of course not. You’d have to work elsewhere. You wouldn’t have a choice and neither will we.
Please think about the person who is behind that book before you steal it. Writers are human beings and we bleed every time one of our books are pirated. In the spirit of John Lennon: “We are a brotherhood of man.” Let’s try to support one another instead. After all, we’re all in this together. I look forward to your comments.
Please visit http://mrblackthorne.com/328-2/
to meet me and my other writer friends at Mr. Blackthorne's website. Free excerpts and links to great erotic romance, thrillers, and suspense.
August 12, 2015
REDEMPTION NATALIE'S EDGE 3 Final Installment
Well...Natalie and Michael's story is finally complete. Yes. It's a romance. So yes. Get ready. All loose ends will be tied up (pun unintended and intended!!) but I have a few "shorts" of theirs that I will be sharing for free in the coming months, especially that last day they have together. Mmmmm....
Please read the excerpt on the home page and comment here. Would love to know what you think or if you have any questions you'd like to ask.
I have also received an extraordinary amount of emails in the last few days about my series The Capture of Rosemary on Literotica.com. I plan to get back to that by popular demand. I promise! And, I need to finish the controversial In the Mind of a Sadist series, my personal favorite.
So while the story of Natalie and Michael is closing, don't fret. There is more in the works and I'd love to hear your opinions, likes, dislikes, and anything else you'd like to share!
Now...off to more writing! :)
Please read the excerpt on the home page and comment here. Would love to know what you think or if you have any questions you'd like to ask.
I have also received an extraordinary amount of emails in the last few days about my series The Capture of Rosemary on Literotica.com. I plan to get back to that by popular demand. I promise! And, I need to finish the controversial In the Mind of a Sadist series, my personal favorite.
So while the story of Natalie and Michael is closing, don't fret. There is more in the works and I'd love to hear your opinions, likes, dislikes, and anything else you'd like to share!
Now...off to more writing! :)
July 20, 2015
TRIGGER WORDS
So I thought I’d have some fun today. It’s been awhile. As a writer and maybe even as a woman, there are just certain words I love. I can’t explain it. They just “do” things to me. Many of them are French in origin for some reason! But for the purpose of this blog, I’ll focus on the words I call “trigger” words. These are words that when said to me or written to me…well…get me revved up.
Some of them don’t even make sense but when the word is used, a wave just washes right over me. Heat is transferred to every inch of my body and my eyes roll in the back of my head. Maybe it’s the person saying it to me that really does it, but I cannot deny it: Words have a profound effect on me, both spoken and written.
Now, I’m not going to tell you every word that does this to me. Then you’d know my darkest secrets. Some of them are too dirty to share here (wink). I know. I write erotic romance with BDSM twists, mostly centering on orgasm denial and delay, so why so shy? I guess I’ve got my prudish side. So I ask you to share yours. What words get you going? Fire you up sexually? Make you melt into a puddle?
Here are some of my favorites, in no particular order. These are words that rev me up even more when I’m on the brink of already being too revved up. Yup. I’m a strange gal. J
Baby
Good girl
Hush
Darling (with or without the g)
Breathe
Mmmmm…
Your turn!
Some of them don’t even make sense but when the word is used, a wave just washes right over me. Heat is transferred to every inch of my body and my eyes roll in the back of my head. Maybe it’s the person saying it to me that really does it, but I cannot deny it: Words have a profound effect on me, both spoken and written.
Now, I’m not going to tell you every word that does this to me. Then you’d know my darkest secrets. Some of them are too dirty to share here (wink). I know. I write erotic romance with BDSM twists, mostly centering on orgasm denial and delay, so why so shy? I guess I’ve got my prudish side. So I ask you to share yours. What words get you going? Fire you up sexually? Make you melt into a puddle?
Here are some of my favorites, in no particular order. These are words that rev me up even more when I’m on the brink of already being too revved up. Yup. I’m a strange gal. J
Baby
Good girl
Hush
Darling (with or without the g)
Breathe
Mmmmm…
Your turn!
June 25, 2015
Must All Romance Have a Happy Ending?
Have you ever had to say good-bye to someone you love?
Obviously, in the fictional world of The Natalie Edge Series Michael says good-bye to Natalie because he feels like he has no choice. He feels like he’s not good for her, that he has demons and issues to work through. In a way, it’s an act of true love to give up the person you love. The pain of it is quite unbearable. The selfish thing to do is to indulge and just say fuck it to those around you that may be hurt by it. But then the adult takes over and you have to tell yourself: Real life isn’t always about happy endings. That’s what growing up is. That’s being an adult.
Recently, I’ve had to do something like this in my real life, not in the fiction of my novels. Outside forces, life, commitments, responsibilities, all kinds of reasons…there was no choice. Sometimes the right thing is the hardest. And it hurts like nothing I’ve ever felt…to be so close to finding true happiness and to have to give it up. Perhaps that’s why I write novels that are romance novels at heart. I need my happy ending somewhere. Will Michael and Natalie find their happy ending? Or will I take Redemption down a darker path of reality? Well...if the last novel goes in a darker direction, could I keep it in the Romance genre? Does all romance have to have a happy ending?
How about you? Have you ever had to do the "right" thing over the thing your heart wants? Have you given up your happy ending for the sake of others? Or should we all be fighting for true love regardless of the outcome? Would love to hear your opinion!
Obviously, in the fictional world of The Natalie Edge Series Michael says good-bye to Natalie because he feels like he has no choice. He feels like he’s not good for her, that he has demons and issues to work through. In a way, it’s an act of true love to give up the person you love. The pain of it is quite unbearable. The selfish thing to do is to indulge and just say fuck it to those around you that may be hurt by it. But then the adult takes over and you have to tell yourself: Real life isn’t always about happy endings. That’s what growing up is. That’s being an adult.
Recently, I’ve had to do something like this in my real life, not in the fiction of my novels. Outside forces, life, commitments, responsibilities, all kinds of reasons…there was no choice. Sometimes the right thing is the hardest. And it hurts like nothing I’ve ever felt…to be so close to finding true happiness and to have to give it up. Perhaps that’s why I write novels that are romance novels at heart. I need my happy ending somewhere. Will Michael and Natalie find their happy ending? Or will I take Redemption down a darker path of reality? Well...if the last novel goes in a darker direction, could I keep it in the Romance genre? Does all romance have to have a happy ending?
How about you? Have you ever had to do the "right" thing over the thing your heart wants? Have you given up your happy ending for the sake of others? Or should we all be fighting for true love regardless of the outcome? Would love to hear your opinion!
June 19, 2015
FREE GIVEAWAY TODAY for Fall. Redemption-Almost done!
Hi all,
It's been awhile since I last posted. Working on the final touches on Redemption (Natalie's Edge 3). For those of you who have not had a chance to pick up Fall (Natalie's Edge 2), there is a Q & A free GIVEAWAY today here: http://www.theromancereviews.com/event.php. I hope you'll stop by and answer the question and see what else is available for great erotic romance. The answer to the question is; BATMAN. Who doesn't love Batman? It also happens to be one of my favorite scenes in the book! Well...the scene right after. ;)
As soon as I'm done with writing Redemption, I will be back to blog more. Hopefully we can have a good summer of writing and sharing. I've had a very difficult last few months personally, but I know the future will be bright. For as much pain as I've gone through, I've learned a great deal about myself and I've learned life-long lessons about honesty and friendship (or lack there of). I will tread carefully, but I will also not let the disappointment cripple me.
Hopefully, you will like all the loose ends in the series being tied up (no pun intended) the way they came together. I would love to hear from you. What are you hoping will be revealed and explained? I will say it takes a slightly more traditional turn into BDSM, but it still remains light. I've learned a lot about that lifestyle through my journey. Someday, I hope to discover it for myself. In the meantime, I'll keep writing and imagining!
R.B.
It's been awhile since I last posted. Working on the final touches on Redemption (Natalie's Edge 3). For those of you who have not had a chance to pick up Fall (Natalie's Edge 2), there is a Q & A free GIVEAWAY today here: http://www.theromancereviews.com/event.php. I hope you'll stop by and answer the question and see what else is available for great erotic romance. The answer to the question is; BATMAN. Who doesn't love Batman? It also happens to be one of my favorite scenes in the book! Well...the scene right after. ;)
As soon as I'm done with writing Redemption, I will be back to blog more. Hopefully we can have a good summer of writing and sharing. I've had a very difficult last few months personally, but I know the future will be bright. For as much pain as I've gone through, I've learned a great deal about myself and I've learned life-long lessons about honesty and friendship (or lack there of). I will tread carefully, but I will also not let the disappointment cripple me.
Hopefully, you will like all the loose ends in the series being tied up (no pun intended) the way they came together. I would love to hear from you. What are you hoping will be revealed and explained? I will say it takes a slightly more traditional turn into BDSM, but it still remains light. I've learned a lot about that lifestyle through my journey. Someday, I hope to discover it for myself. In the meantime, I'll keep writing and imagining!
R.B.
