Tory Richards's Blog, page 181
June 26, 2012
How the world works lately... If a man cuts his finger of...
How the world works lately... If a man cuts his finger off while Slicing salami at work, He blames the restaurant. If you smoke three packs a day For 40 years and die of lung cancer, Your family blames the Tobacco company. If your neighbor crashes Into a tree while driving home drunk, He blames the bartender. If your grandchildren are Brats without manners, You blame television. If your friend is shot by a Deranged madman, You blame the gun manufacturer.. And if a crazed person breaks Into the cockpit and Tries to kill the pilot at 35,000 feet, And the passengers Kill him instead, The mother of the crazed deceased Blames the airline. I must have lived too long to Understand the world As it is anymore. So, if I die while my OLD WRINKLED ASS is parked in front of this computer, I want all of you to Blame Bill Gates.
June 25, 2012
Monday Man Candy ...
Monday Man Candy
...I luvs cowboys! Don't you?
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...I luvs cowboys! Don't you?
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June 24, 2012
Hot cover for Hot Spot just in! What do you think?
Hot cover for
Hot Spot
just in! What do you think?
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Instant Attraction won hands down in the poll to name my ...
Instant Attraction won hands down in the poll to name my next erotic release. Thanks to all of you who took the time to vote. But guess what. Up in Flames will also be used as the title for a different story I hope to finish this weekend!
I've been in a writing frenzy this weekend and just two thousand more words will finish up a new manuscript. You can find out more about these two hot stories on the coming soon page.[image error]
I've been in a writing frenzy this weekend and just two thousand more words will finish up a new manuscript. You can find out more about these two hot stories on the coming soon page.[image error]
June 23, 2012
I wonder if anyone ate this:)
I wonder if anyone ate this:)[image error]
June 20, 2012
AROUND THE WORLD WITH VIRGINIA CAMPBELL
AROUND THE WORLD TO SCENT-SATIONAL PROVENCE, FRANCE!
BY VIRGINIA CAMPBELL
PROVENCE! Just saying the word conjures endless fields of sunflowers, the scent of lavender wafting though a breeze, beautiful clear skies, charming medieval villages, regional food, the azure of the Mediterranean and wonderful culture.
It is easy to understand why so many famous artists, including Renoir, Cezanne, Van Gogh, Picasso, found inspiration from this area of France. Provence is the most Southeastern section of France. It is comprised of five major departments or areas. These are Vaucluse, Bouches-du-Rhone, Alpes-des-Haute-Provence, Var and Alpes-Maritimes. Depending on which guide book you read, the Cote d'Azur or French Riviera (Var and Alpes-Maritimes) may or may not be included as part of Provence. The coast of Provence has some of the earliest known sites of human habitation in Europe.
The area is also full of historical sites. Many towns/villages include Roman ruins, old churches, cobblestone streets, and beautiful fountains. Visit a chateau, there are several across the region. The chateau in Tarascon, though basically empty, has been well preserved. Each village is more charming than the next. The larger towns, such as Avignon, Arles, Aix-en-Provence and Orange, all have sites of historical significance.
Culture abounds as well. For the art lover, follow Van Gogh’s path in Arles, where you can see several sites he painted. Visit the mausoleum in St. Remy where he stayed. In Aix-en-Provence, tour Cezanne’s home and catch a glimpse of Mont Ste-Victoire. Stop at the Picasso museum in Antibes, Renoir’s home in Cagnes-sur-Mer, and the Chagall Museum in Nice. Just outside St. Paul de Vence is the Foundation Maeght, a wonderful, small modern art museum. Or select one or more of the museums unique to the area, such as the Musee de la Lavande on the D2 toward Gordes, the Musee de la Faience (ceramics) in Moustiers or the Musee de l’Olivier, celebrating the olive tree in Haut-d-Cagnes (old Cagnes). Visit Grasse for the perfume museums.
The markets, not to be missed, are a treat for the senses--a feast of sights, sounds, and scents. These interesting and varied venues, held every day of the week somewhere in Provence, provide a great opportunity to purchase a beautiful tablecloth, some sweet smelling soaps, a bottle of freshly pressed olive oil or select a painting to commemorate your trip. If your idea of shopping is Rodeo Drive or Fifth Avenue, head to the boutiques in St. Tropez and Cannes. St. Remy, Lourmarin, Gordes, Eze, Mougins and Tourettes-sur-Loup are among the smaller towns with charming boutiques and galleries. Head to Moustiers or Vallarius for faience (ceramics) and Biot for the areas hand-blown “bubble” glass.The antique center of Provence is Isle sur la Sorgue, which is frequently featured in US home decorating magazines. Antique markets are held in several other towns including Cannes, Nice and Villeneuve-les-Avignon.
Situated in Provence, in the South of France on the Mediterranean coastline, is the city of Nice. This area is the center of the France Fragrance Industry. Just down the road from Nice is the city of Grasse, the World Capital of Perfume. In Provence you cannot escape perfume, flowers are everywhere and Nice has the best flower market of all, over 100 market stalls dedicated to flowers. The February Carnival in Nice is famous for its ‘Battle of the Flowers’ where spectators are pelted with flowers and petals by the lavishly decorated floats as they parade through the city. Visitors and tourists to the city can go on a walking tour around various gardens open to the public, visit greenhouses and perfumeries, there are several excellent Museums dedicated to the History of Perfume and the Fragrance Industry that are worth visiting and you can even take a short course in perfume making at the ‘Parfumerie Molinard’. The France Fragrance Industry began in Nice in the 16th Century. Originally a leather and tanning center in the 13th Century, the area became famous for its leather gloves. Then it became the fashion in the 16th Century to wear perfumed leather gloves (thanks to Catherine de Medici) and that was the beginning of the Perfume Industry in Grasse and Nice. The fragrance industry production now surpasses that of leather.
Provence is a gourmand’s paradise. Visit the wineries of Chateauneuf-du Pape for tastings. Eat at one of the region’s celebrated restaurants. Visit an olive grove for samples of freshly pressed olive oil. Pick up various types of locally made goat cheese and tapenades at the markets. Check online for cooking classes to learn first-hand how to make a Provencal specialty. Just savoring the beauty, clear skies, and changing terrain of the area provides a special vacation. There is truly something for everyone in Provence!
Originally a Greek colony, Provence was part of the Roman Empire and eventually became incorporated into France in the 15th century. Although the Greek influences are evident, Provence’s gastronomy is more akin to neighboring Italy than the rest of France. Tomatoes, garlic, herbs, eggplant, artichokes, and almonds are just some of the cast of regulars. There are a number of dishes that Provence is famous for. Bouillabaisse is their classic seafood stew made with an assortment of fish and shellfish, tomatoes, garlic, saffron, herbs, wine and olive oil. Bourride is similar to bouillabaisse except that it does not have tomato and is thickened with aioli, a garlic mayonnaise, and another traditional Provencal concoction. Pistou is the Provencal equivalent of pesto and used as a sauce, condiment and as a flavoring agent in soupe au pistou, Provence’s version of Minestrone. Another famous appareil is tapenade, a ground mixture of olives, anchovies, capers, olive oil and lemon juice. In the fall and winter, a variety of daubs, or stews are produced from various meats and wild game. “Herbes de Provence” is an assortment of herbs containing some combination of thyme, sage, rosemary, basil, lavender, savory, fennel seed, marjoram, tarragon, oregano, and bay leaf.
AIOLI 1 whole bulb of garlic1 cup extra virgin olive oil, more if needed
Salt to taste
Lemon juice, to taste, (optional)
Traditional aioli is made only with olive oil and garlic via a mortar and pestle but you can use a food processor. Peel the garlic cloves and puree them in the processor. Then add the oil in a very thin stream until a smooth paste is achieved. Season with salt and lemon juice if you like. Modern versions puree the garlic with two egg yolks to make a thicker and more American-grocery-store mayonnaise. Either way Aioli can be used as an accompaniment to meat, fish or vegetables, served on toasted bread, or used as a flavoring agent.
TAPENADE
8 oz. black olives, pitted2 oz. capers
1 can (2 oz.), anchovies, drained
5 cloves garlic
Juice of half a lemon
Olive oil as needed
Puree all the ingredients in a food processor except the olive oil first. Then add the olive oil in a thin stream until a spreadable paste is achieved. Other additions to the tapenade include sun-dried tomatoes and various herbs. Like aioli, it is served with meat, fish, vegetables, or on toasted bread. Tapenade can also be used as a filling. Take a paillard, (a thin slice of meat), such as a cutlet or a chicken breast that you’ve pounded thin, roll it with a tapenade stuffing and then sauté.
RATATOUILLE
Provencal vegetable stew that is popular all along the Mediterranean coast. It is a summer dish, best when the vegetables are in season and at their peak.
1 red and 1 green bell pepper, roasted, skins and seeds removed
4 tomatoes, blanched, skins and seeds removed
1 medium eggplant, cut into large dice
3 small zucchini, cut into half inch slices
1 large onion, roughly chopped
5 cloves garlic, chopped
Salt and pepper to taste
Olive oil as needed
Assorted herbs, chopped, to taste
Slice the peppers into half-inch strips and roughly chop the tomatoes. In a large Dutch oven sauté the onions, peppers, zucchini, and eggplant separately, in olive oil until each vegetable browns. If you do them all at once the pan will be overcrowded and they will not sauté, they will steam and not brown. After all the vegetables are browned, combine them in the Dutch oven, add the tomatoes and garlic, a squirt or two of olive oil, salt and pepper. Cover and cook over low to medium heat for 30 minutes or until very tender. Add the herbs at the end and check for additional salt and pepper. You can use any combination of herbes de Provence but basil, thyme, oregano, and marjoram are common selections.
HERBS DE PROVENCE
A blend of dried herbs that thrive in the Mediterranean climate of Provence in southern France. Herbes de Provence usually includes thyme, summer savory, basil, marjoram, rosemary, and lavender. Some blends may also contain dried bay leaves, sage, and sometimes even cracked fennel seed (though technically speaking, the last isn't an herb). The use of Herbes de Provence isn't limited to the Mediterranean region, however; it's a kitchen staple throughout France, probably because its flavor is so versatile. It goes smashingly with everything from roasted lamb and potatoes to zucchini, eggplant, and tomatoes. It's especially delicious with chicken. Herbes de Provence is best added to dishes before or during cooking, to give the flavors time to infuse. Make your own blend of the traditional seasoning widely used in Mediterranean cooking. Use it to season lamb or poultry, in a honey glaze for pork or roasted turkey, and with roasted onions, garlic, and other root vegetables. Use well-dried, organic herbs.
Herbes de Provence
1/4 cup thyme leaves1/4 cup summer savory leaves
3 tablespoons basil leaves
2 tablespoons crushed bay leaves
2 tablespoons crushed rosemary leaves
1 tablespoon crushed lavender flowers
Mix the whole leaves together and store in an airtight jar in a cool, dark place. Just before using, crush to a fine powder and add to foods.
Roast Chicken with Herbes de Provence
1 organic, whole chicken1 lemon, halved
3 large cloves garlic
1 bunch of herbs, including fresh rosemary, thyme and oregano
1 onion, sliced
1 teaspoon dried Herbes de Provence
1 1/2 lbs. small new potatoes
1 – 2 Tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
1 teaspoon Kosher salt
fresh coarsely-ground pepper
Preheat oven to 425 degrees. In a cast iron Dutch oven place rinsed and dried baby potatoes. Set aside. If necessary, remove giblets from the inside of the chicken. Rinse chicken and pat dry with a paper towel. Sprinkle the inside of the cavity with salt and freshly ground pepper. Stuff cavity with garlic cloves, bunch of fresh herbs and lemon wedges. Place atop bed of potatoes. Place sliced onion around the chicken, also atop the potatoes. Spread melted butter all over the chicken’s skin. Then sprinkle with Herbes de Provence, Kosher salt and fresh ground pepper. Cook on the oven’s middle rack for 1 1/2 hours.[image error]
BY VIRGINIA CAMPBELL
PROVENCE! Just saying the word conjures endless fields of sunflowers, the scent of lavender wafting though a breeze, beautiful clear skies, charming medieval villages, regional food, the azure of the Mediterranean and wonderful culture.It is easy to understand why so many famous artists, including Renoir, Cezanne, Van Gogh, Picasso, found inspiration from this area of France. Provence is the most Southeastern section of France. It is comprised of five major departments or areas. These are Vaucluse, Bouches-du-Rhone, Alpes-des-Haute-Provence, Var and Alpes-Maritimes. Depending on which guide book you read, the Cote d'Azur or French Riviera (Var and Alpes-Maritimes) may or may not be included as part of Provence. The coast of Provence has some of the earliest known sites of human habitation in Europe.
The area is also full of historical sites. Many towns/villages include Roman ruins, old churches, cobblestone streets, and beautiful fountains. Visit a chateau, there are several across the region. The chateau in Tarascon, though basically empty, has been well preserved. Each village is more charming than the next. The larger towns, such as Avignon, Arles, Aix-en-Provence and Orange, all have sites of historical significance.
Culture abounds as well. For the art lover, follow Van Gogh’s path in Arles, where you can see several sites he painted. Visit the mausoleum in St. Remy where he stayed. In Aix-en-Provence, tour Cezanne’s home and catch a glimpse of Mont Ste-Victoire. Stop at the Picasso museum in Antibes, Renoir’s home in Cagnes-sur-Mer, and the Chagall Museum in Nice. Just outside St. Paul de Vence is the Foundation Maeght, a wonderful, small modern art museum. Or select one or more of the museums unique to the area, such as the Musee de la Lavande on the D2 toward Gordes, the Musee de la Faience (ceramics) in Moustiers or the Musee de l’Olivier, celebrating the olive tree in Haut-d-Cagnes (old Cagnes). Visit Grasse for the perfume museums.
The markets, not to be missed, are a treat for the senses--a feast of sights, sounds, and scents. These interesting and varied venues, held every day of the week somewhere in Provence, provide a great opportunity to purchase a beautiful tablecloth, some sweet smelling soaps, a bottle of freshly pressed olive oil or select a painting to commemorate your trip. If your idea of shopping is Rodeo Drive or Fifth Avenue, head to the boutiques in St. Tropez and Cannes. St. Remy, Lourmarin, Gordes, Eze, Mougins and Tourettes-sur-Loup are among the smaller towns with charming boutiques and galleries. Head to Moustiers or Vallarius for faience (ceramics) and Biot for the areas hand-blown “bubble” glass.The antique center of Provence is Isle sur la Sorgue, which is frequently featured in US home decorating magazines. Antique markets are held in several other towns including Cannes, Nice and Villeneuve-les-Avignon.
Situated in Provence, in the South of France on the Mediterranean coastline, is the city of Nice. This area is the center of the France Fragrance Industry. Just down the road from Nice is the city of Grasse, the World Capital of Perfume. In Provence you cannot escape perfume, flowers are everywhere and Nice has the best flower market of all, over 100 market stalls dedicated to flowers. The February Carnival in Nice is famous for its ‘Battle of the Flowers’ where spectators are pelted with flowers and petals by the lavishly decorated floats as they parade through the city. Visitors and tourists to the city can go on a walking tour around various gardens open to the public, visit greenhouses and perfumeries, there are several excellent Museums dedicated to the History of Perfume and the Fragrance Industry that are worth visiting and you can even take a short course in perfume making at the ‘Parfumerie Molinard’. The France Fragrance Industry began in Nice in the 16th Century. Originally a leather and tanning center in the 13th Century, the area became famous for its leather gloves. Then it became the fashion in the 16th Century to wear perfumed leather gloves (thanks to Catherine de Medici) and that was the beginning of the Perfume Industry in Grasse and Nice. The fragrance industry production now surpasses that of leather.
Provence is a gourmand’s paradise. Visit the wineries of Chateauneuf-du Pape for tastings. Eat at one of the region’s celebrated restaurants. Visit an olive grove for samples of freshly pressed olive oil. Pick up various types of locally made goat cheese and tapenades at the markets. Check online for cooking classes to learn first-hand how to make a Provencal specialty. Just savoring the beauty, clear skies, and changing terrain of the area provides a special vacation. There is truly something for everyone in Provence!
Originally a Greek colony, Provence was part of the Roman Empire and eventually became incorporated into France in the 15th century. Although the Greek influences are evident, Provence’s gastronomy is more akin to neighboring Italy than the rest of France. Tomatoes, garlic, herbs, eggplant, artichokes, and almonds are just some of the cast of regulars. There are a number of dishes that Provence is famous for. Bouillabaisse is their classic seafood stew made with an assortment of fish and shellfish, tomatoes, garlic, saffron, herbs, wine and olive oil. Bourride is similar to bouillabaisse except that it does not have tomato and is thickened with aioli, a garlic mayonnaise, and another traditional Provencal concoction. Pistou is the Provencal equivalent of pesto and used as a sauce, condiment and as a flavoring agent in soupe au pistou, Provence’s version of Minestrone. Another famous appareil is tapenade, a ground mixture of olives, anchovies, capers, olive oil and lemon juice. In the fall and winter, a variety of daubs, or stews are produced from various meats and wild game. “Herbes de Provence” is an assortment of herbs containing some combination of thyme, sage, rosemary, basil, lavender, savory, fennel seed, marjoram, tarragon, oregano, and bay leaf.
AIOLI 1 whole bulb of garlic1 cup extra virgin olive oil, more if needed
Salt to taste
Lemon juice, to taste, (optional)
Traditional aioli is made only with olive oil and garlic via a mortar and pestle but you can use a food processor. Peel the garlic cloves and puree them in the processor. Then add the oil in a very thin stream until a smooth paste is achieved. Season with salt and lemon juice if you like. Modern versions puree the garlic with two egg yolks to make a thicker and more American-grocery-store mayonnaise. Either way Aioli can be used as an accompaniment to meat, fish or vegetables, served on toasted bread, or used as a flavoring agent.
TAPENADE
8 oz. black olives, pitted2 oz. capers
1 can (2 oz.), anchovies, drained
5 cloves garlic
Juice of half a lemon
Olive oil as needed
Puree all the ingredients in a food processor except the olive oil first. Then add the olive oil in a thin stream until a spreadable paste is achieved. Other additions to the tapenade include sun-dried tomatoes and various herbs. Like aioli, it is served with meat, fish, vegetables, or on toasted bread. Tapenade can also be used as a filling. Take a paillard, (a thin slice of meat), such as a cutlet or a chicken breast that you’ve pounded thin, roll it with a tapenade stuffing and then sauté.
RATATOUILLE
Provencal vegetable stew that is popular all along the Mediterranean coast. It is a summer dish, best when the vegetables are in season and at their peak.
1 red and 1 green bell pepper, roasted, skins and seeds removed
4 tomatoes, blanched, skins and seeds removed
1 medium eggplant, cut into large dice
3 small zucchini, cut into half inch slices
1 large onion, roughly chopped
5 cloves garlic, chopped
Salt and pepper to taste
Olive oil as needed
Assorted herbs, chopped, to taste
Slice the peppers into half-inch strips and roughly chop the tomatoes. In a large Dutch oven sauté the onions, peppers, zucchini, and eggplant separately, in olive oil until each vegetable browns. If you do them all at once the pan will be overcrowded and they will not sauté, they will steam and not brown. After all the vegetables are browned, combine them in the Dutch oven, add the tomatoes and garlic, a squirt or two of olive oil, salt and pepper. Cover and cook over low to medium heat for 30 minutes or until very tender. Add the herbs at the end and check for additional salt and pepper. You can use any combination of herbes de Provence but basil, thyme, oregano, and marjoram are common selections.
HERBS DE PROVENCE
A blend of dried herbs that thrive in the Mediterranean climate of Provence in southern France. Herbes de Provence usually includes thyme, summer savory, basil, marjoram, rosemary, and lavender. Some blends may also contain dried bay leaves, sage, and sometimes even cracked fennel seed (though technically speaking, the last isn't an herb). The use of Herbes de Provence isn't limited to the Mediterranean region, however; it's a kitchen staple throughout France, probably because its flavor is so versatile. It goes smashingly with everything from roasted lamb and potatoes to zucchini, eggplant, and tomatoes. It's especially delicious with chicken. Herbes de Provence is best added to dishes before or during cooking, to give the flavors time to infuse. Make your own blend of the traditional seasoning widely used in Mediterranean cooking. Use it to season lamb or poultry, in a honey glaze for pork or roasted turkey, and with roasted onions, garlic, and other root vegetables. Use well-dried, organic herbs.
Herbes de Provence
1/4 cup thyme leaves1/4 cup summer savory leaves
3 tablespoons basil leaves
2 tablespoons crushed bay leaves
2 tablespoons crushed rosemary leaves
1 tablespoon crushed lavender flowers
Mix the whole leaves together and store in an airtight jar in a cool, dark place. Just before using, crush to a fine powder and add to foods.
Roast Chicken with Herbes de Provence
1 organic, whole chicken1 lemon, halved
3 large cloves garlic
1 bunch of herbs, including fresh rosemary, thyme and oregano
1 onion, sliced
1 teaspoon dried Herbes de Provence
1 1/2 lbs. small new potatoes
1 – 2 Tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
1 teaspoon Kosher salt
fresh coarsely-ground pepper
Preheat oven to 425 degrees. In a cast iron Dutch oven place rinsed and dried baby potatoes. Set aside. If necessary, remove giblets from the inside of the chicken. Rinse chicken and pat dry with a paper towel. Sprinkle the inside of the cavity with salt and freshly ground pepper. Stuff cavity with garlic cloves, bunch of fresh herbs and lemon wedges. Place atop bed of potatoes. Place sliced onion around the chicken, also atop the potatoes. Spread melted butter all over the chicken’s skin. Then sprinkle with Herbes de Provence, Kosher salt and fresh ground pepper. Cook on the oven’s middle rack for 1 1/2 hours.[image error]
June 19, 2012
Why Republish Books?I don't know why some authors do it, ...
Why Republish Books?
I don't know why some authors do it, but I can tell you why I've done it. Three of my earlier releases were contracted by a well known epublisher who had a stellar reputation and longevity. I was excited beyond belief when they offered me contracts. Even more so when my books were put on the market in like, four months. Little did I know at the time that the editing of those books was half-ass done. They were more worried with making money, than putting out a good product.
Later, after other issues and disappointments with the epublisher, I requested the book rights back. I was embarrassed to even be associated with them. Their reputation was in the toilet. What once had been a cream of the crop epublisher, that everyone wanted to get with, was now to be avoided like the plague. They were even losing some of their long time authors.
Feeling that those books deserved another chance, and hearing that there were publishers out there that would accept pre-published work, I decided to submit them again. It didn't take long when I had new contracts for them. I was surprised when editors were assigned to me, though. I mean, they'd been edited and published once.
I can't tell you how embarrassed I was when my new editors and I began to work on them. Even more so when I realized people had paid money to read them. They were a mess! I found myself apologising all the time. Mainly because I blamed my ignorance as part of the problem. Early on I didn't know what to look for, putting all my trust on my editor. I've sure learned a lot since.
To get these books ready for republishing I added a lot more content, and sexed them up for the erotic lines of the epublishers who contracted them. One was given a new name, and they all received new book covers. And when they hit the market a second time around they were stories I could feel proud of.
Now I'm in the process of adding content and sexing up two other earlier releases. This time the publisher asked me if I would do it in order to release them in their erotic line, under Tory Richards. Both are mainstream romances published under my real name. So far I've completed one. The new and improved, highly sexed up version of Cupid's Arrow is Passionate Encounters. And I promise you it's hot!
For those who prefer the tamer version you will still be able to purchase Cupid's Arrow. And for those of you who might not know, that book was on the publisher's best seller's list for two consecutive months!
2006
2012
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I don't know why some authors do it, but I can tell you why I've done it. Three of my earlier releases were contracted by a well known epublisher who had a stellar reputation and longevity. I was excited beyond belief when they offered me contracts. Even more so when my books were put on the market in like, four months. Little did I know at the time that the editing of those books was half-ass done. They were more worried with making money, than putting out a good product.
Later, after other issues and disappointments with the epublisher, I requested the book rights back. I was embarrassed to even be associated with them. Their reputation was in the toilet. What once had been a cream of the crop epublisher, that everyone wanted to get with, was now to be avoided like the plague. They were even losing some of their long time authors.
Feeling that those books deserved another chance, and hearing that there were publishers out there that would accept pre-published work, I decided to submit them again. It didn't take long when I had new contracts for them. I was surprised when editors were assigned to me, though. I mean, they'd been edited and published once.
I can't tell you how embarrassed I was when my new editors and I began to work on them. Even more so when I realized people had paid money to read them. They were a mess! I found myself apologising all the time. Mainly because I blamed my ignorance as part of the problem. Early on I didn't know what to look for, putting all my trust on my editor. I've sure learned a lot since.
To get these books ready for republishing I added a lot more content, and sexed them up for the erotic lines of the epublishers who contracted them. One was given a new name, and they all received new book covers. And when they hit the market a second time around they were stories I could feel proud of.
Now I'm in the process of adding content and sexing up two other earlier releases. This time the publisher asked me if I would do it in order to release them in their erotic line, under Tory Richards. Both are mainstream romances published under my real name. So far I've completed one. The new and improved, highly sexed up version of Cupid's Arrow is Passionate Encounters. And I promise you it's hot!
For those who prefer the tamer version you will still be able to purchase Cupid's Arrow. And for those of you who might not know, that book was on the publisher's best seller's list for two consecutive months!
2006
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WINNERS
The winner of the $100 Gift Card to EdenFantasys is andieleah from Donya Lynne's blog, who said: I would want to be taken anywhere we would have a chance to be caught!
The winner of the Digital Gift Basket is Rae from Lyric James' blog, who said: I would love to read Something Wet! Thanks for the chance to win it!
CONGRATULATIONS!
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Grand prizes include, the "Digital Erotica Gift Basket with over 40 books" or the "$100 Gift Card to EdenFantasys, fun sex toy shop". I contributed a download of Wicked Desire to the book gift basket.
Here's a excerpt of that erotic romance.
The second Matt was certain Maggie’s feet were firmly planted on the ground he took hold of her shoulders and forced her backwards until she was against the stone wall. He ignored her startled gasp. He ignored the way her soft flesh felt beneath his hands, and the teasing allure of her perfume. He ignored his body’s rapid response to her closeness. He easily overpowered her initial struggles,
madder than a hornet that she’d tried to escape.
The alley was dark except for one dim light at the end, close to the street, yet he was able to focus on a pair of frightened, glittering eyes.
“Oh! You scared me half to death!” she cried, her hand flying up to cover her pounding heart.
Matt wished she hadn’t done that. The action drew his attention to her creamy breasts, which were all but spilling out of her top. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t let Bob run you in,” he growled in a furious undertone. He’d long ago learned how the criminal mind worked. He was glad he decided to follow up on his hunch.
“I’m not a prostitute,” she said simply.
“I don’t believe you.” But he wanted to.
Matt didn’t like thinking he was attracted to a woman who made a living by selling her body. Of course, the woman he’d wanted that morning didn’t look anything like the little tramp in front of him now. The only thing that hadn’t changed was her soft, full mouth and those unforgettable eyes. If he wasn’t careful he could easily drown in those beguiling green depths; cat eyes that mesmerized its prey before pouncing in for the kill.
“But…I can explain everything.”
Her soft laugh steeled Matt’s heart and made up his mind for him. He wasn’t in the mood to hear her lies, or put up with her misplaced humor. “Save it. You’re going to jail, honey.” He took her by the arm and began dragging her behind him. He should let Bob handle it and still might. On his way out of the bar he’d told his ex-partner to wait for him in the front.
“But I thought you weren’t a cop.”
“Not here.” In a few days he would be starting a new job back
home as the local small-town sheriff. He was looking forward to
the change to both his professional and personal life.
“Than you can’t arrest me,” she said in a satisfied tone. She tried to pull away from him. “Maybe I’ll have you arrested for assault, or something.”
Matt didn’t bother to correct her assumption. Mainly because it meant he could get rid of her sooner. And the itch in his loins that had never really diminished since that morning. He tried like hell not to remember how quick his body had reacted to her. “I’ll turn you over to my ex-partner.” He continued pulling her easily along, heading for the end of the alley that opened up onto the street.
“But I can explain the whole thing. It’s really kind of funny. You see…ouch!”
Matt swiveled on his feet in time to catch Maggie from falling to the ground. He dragged her up against him. “Another trick, sweetheart?” They were suddenly standing nose to nose.
“No, I swear! I stepped on something.” They were more than nose-to-nose; they were also mouth-to-mouth.
Matt’s eyes glared into hers, every breath he sucked in filled his lungs with her sweet fragrance. In spite of his instincts for self preservation he continued to hold her against him. His hands were
wrapped around the fleshy part of her upper arms and his fingers
rested against the exposed sides of her warm, lush breasts. He could feel them crushed against him, feel her nipples harden and poke into him with every breath she took.
Damn! He felt his cock swelling. This wasn’t good. Mistake number one was getting involved with her at all. Mistake number two had been in touching her, for any reason. It was ironic that he’d wanted her that morning but couldn’t afford to get involved. Now for a price, he could get involved for a couple of hours and not even look back. He couldn’t accept the fact he wanted her no matter what she was. It had been a damn long time since he’d felt any life below the belt, and now twice in one day he’d had the urge to get laid.
They were too damn close and it was hot in the alley.
He was hot.
Pressing his lips together with grim determination he lowered Maggie to her feet and started to pull her after him once more. The
second her feet hit the pavement she let out a holler and pulled
back. Matt released a reconciled sigh, coming to the conclusion that she wasn’t faking it.
“I’m barefoot,” she explained. Matt glanced down and swore. “My shoes are back there.”
There being back in the alley beneath the window where she’d
made her escape.
“Which foot?”
“My right one.”
“Let me see it.”
She didn’t move.
“Well?”
With a slight shrug she stepped back and slowly lifted a long, graceful leg toward him. Matt felt the blood race up his neck but couldn’t force himself to look away. He’d always been a sucker for long, beautiful legs, and Maggie’s were certainly all that. He steeled himself from responding, reminding himself what she was. He reached for her injured foot and examined it blindly in the darkness.
“I don’t feel any blood or protruding objects. Maybe you just stepped on a stone and bruised it.” He intended to drop her foot but his hand encircled her ankle instead. He could feel the ankle bracelet she was wearing beneath her black silk stockings. Hooker stockings. He clenched his teeth in irritation.
“You’re probably right,” she agreed.
Matt noticed the slight tremor in her voice. As she slowly lowered
her leg his hand followed along the curve of her smooth calf, behind her knee until it disappeared beneath her short skirt. He heard Maggie’s soft gasp when his fingers caressed her silken thigh above the garter holding her stocking on. He felt her quiver, the action triggering a sharp need of desire in Matt’s blood. Then realizing
what he was doing, he jerked his hand away.
About that time the door to the bar opened and Bob walked out, pausing long enough to light a cigar. Their eyes fell on him at the same time and suddenly Maggie’s hand was on his arm. He glanced down into her pleading eyes, drowning in their seductive, deceiving depths.
“Matt, I swear what I said is the truth. I’m not a prostitute. I’m only dressed like this because my mother…”
He raised a brow. “Your mother? This is getting better by the minute, honey.”
“I’m doing research for her,” she said hurriedly. “You see, she’s a writer and…”
“You expect me to believe your own mother asked you to dress up as a hooker for research?” His brows drew together in a frown of total disbelief. Matt couldn’t fathom any mother putting her daughter into such a dangerous situation.
“Exactly! Who would make up such a story anyway?”
“What do you think, I was born yesterday?” He scowled. Bob was moving closer.
“I swear it’s true. Why can’t you believe me?” She bit at her bottom lip.
There was something in her eyes Matt couldn’t ignore, something
honest.
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The second Matt was certain Maggie’s feet were firmly planted on the ground he took hold of her shoulders and forced her backwards until she was against the stone wall. He ignored her startled gasp. He ignored the way her soft flesh felt beneath his hands, and the teasing allure of her perfume. He ignored his body’s rapid response to her closeness. He easily overpowered her initial struggles,
madder than a hornet that she’d tried to escape.
The alley was dark except for one dim light at the end, close to the street, yet he was able to focus on a pair of frightened, glittering eyes.
“Oh! You scared me half to death!” she cried, her hand flying up to cover her pounding heart.
Matt wished she hadn’t done that. The action drew his attention to her creamy breasts, which were all but spilling out of her top. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t let Bob run you in,” he growled in a furious undertone. He’d long ago learned how the criminal mind worked. He was glad he decided to follow up on his hunch.
“I’m not a prostitute,” she said simply.
“I don’t believe you.” But he wanted to.
Matt didn’t like thinking he was attracted to a woman who made a living by selling her body. Of course, the woman he’d wanted that morning didn’t look anything like the little tramp in front of him now. The only thing that hadn’t changed was her soft, full mouth and those unforgettable eyes. If he wasn’t careful he could easily drown in those beguiling green depths; cat eyes that mesmerized its prey before pouncing in for the kill.
“But…I can explain everything.”
Her soft laugh steeled Matt’s heart and made up his mind for him. He wasn’t in the mood to hear her lies, or put up with her misplaced humor. “Save it. You’re going to jail, honey.” He took her by the arm and began dragging her behind him. He should let Bob handle it and still might. On his way out of the bar he’d told his ex-partner to wait for him in the front.
“But I thought you weren’t a cop.”
“Not here.” In a few days he would be starting a new job back
home as the local small-town sheriff. He was looking forward to
the change to both his professional and personal life.
“Than you can’t arrest me,” she said in a satisfied tone. She tried to pull away from him. “Maybe I’ll have you arrested for assault, or something.”
Matt didn’t bother to correct her assumption. Mainly because it meant he could get rid of her sooner. And the itch in his loins that had never really diminished since that morning. He tried like hell not to remember how quick his body had reacted to her. “I’ll turn you over to my ex-partner.” He continued pulling her easily along, heading for the end of the alley that opened up onto the street.
“But I can explain the whole thing. It’s really kind of funny. You see…ouch!”
Matt swiveled on his feet in time to catch Maggie from falling to the ground. He dragged her up against him. “Another trick, sweetheart?” They were suddenly standing nose to nose.
“No, I swear! I stepped on something.” They were more than nose-to-nose; they were also mouth-to-mouth.
Matt’s eyes glared into hers, every breath he sucked in filled his lungs with her sweet fragrance. In spite of his instincts for self preservation he continued to hold her against him. His hands were
wrapped around the fleshy part of her upper arms and his fingers
rested against the exposed sides of her warm, lush breasts. He could feel them crushed against him, feel her nipples harden and poke into him with every breath she took.
Damn! He felt his cock swelling. This wasn’t good. Mistake number one was getting involved with her at all. Mistake number two had been in touching her, for any reason. It was ironic that he’d wanted her that morning but couldn’t afford to get involved. Now for a price, he could get involved for a couple of hours and not even look back. He couldn’t accept the fact he wanted her no matter what she was. It had been a damn long time since he’d felt any life below the belt, and now twice in one day he’d had the urge to get laid.
They were too damn close and it was hot in the alley.
He was hot.
Pressing his lips together with grim determination he lowered Maggie to her feet and started to pull her after him once more. The
second her feet hit the pavement she let out a holler and pulled
back. Matt released a reconciled sigh, coming to the conclusion that she wasn’t faking it.
“I’m barefoot,” she explained. Matt glanced down and swore. “My shoes are back there.”
There being back in the alley beneath the window where she’d
made her escape.
“Which foot?”
“My right one.”
“Let me see it.”
She didn’t move.
“Well?”
With a slight shrug she stepped back and slowly lifted a long, graceful leg toward him. Matt felt the blood race up his neck but couldn’t force himself to look away. He’d always been a sucker for long, beautiful legs, and Maggie’s were certainly all that. He steeled himself from responding, reminding himself what she was. He reached for her injured foot and examined it blindly in the darkness.
“I don’t feel any blood or protruding objects. Maybe you just stepped on a stone and bruised it.” He intended to drop her foot but his hand encircled her ankle instead. He could feel the ankle bracelet she was wearing beneath her black silk stockings. Hooker stockings. He clenched his teeth in irritation.
“You’re probably right,” she agreed.
Matt noticed the slight tremor in her voice. As she slowly lowered
her leg his hand followed along the curve of her smooth calf, behind her knee until it disappeared beneath her short skirt. He heard Maggie’s soft gasp when his fingers caressed her silken thigh above the garter holding her stocking on. He felt her quiver, the action triggering a sharp need of desire in Matt’s blood. Then realizing
what he was doing, he jerked his hand away.
About that time the door to the bar opened and Bob walked out, pausing long enough to light a cigar. Their eyes fell on him at the same time and suddenly Maggie’s hand was on his arm. He glanced down into her pleading eyes, drowning in their seductive, deceiving depths.
“Matt, I swear what I said is the truth. I’m not a prostitute. I’m only dressed like this because my mother…”
He raised a brow. “Your mother? This is getting better by the minute, honey.”
“I’m doing research for her,” she said hurriedly. “You see, she’s a writer and…”
“You expect me to believe your own mother asked you to dress up as a hooker for research?” His brows drew together in a frown of total disbelief. Matt couldn’t fathom any mother putting her daughter into such a dangerous situation.
“Exactly! Who would make up such a story anyway?”
“What do you think, I was born yesterday?” He scowled. Bob was moving closer.
“I swear it’s true. Why can’t you believe me?” She bit at her bottom lip.
There was something in her eyes Matt couldn’t ignore, something
honest.
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Grand prizes include, the "Digital Erotica Gift Basket with over 40 books" or the "$100 Gift Card to EdenFantasys, fun sex toy shop". I contributed a download of Wicked Desire to the book gift basket.
Here's a excerpt of that erotic romance.
The second Matt was certain Maggie’s feet were firmly planted on the ground he took hold of her shoulders and forced her backwards until she was against the stone wall. He ignored her startled gasp. He ignored the way her soft flesh felt beneath his hands, and the teasing allure of her perfume. He ignored his body’s rapid response to her closeness. He easily overpowered her initial struggles,
madder than a hornet that she’d tried to escape.
The alley was dark except for one dim light at the end, close to the street, yet he was able to focus on a pair of frightened, glittering eyes.
“Oh! You scared me half to death!” she cried, her hand flying up to cover her pounding heart.
Matt wished she hadn’t done that. The action drew his attention to her creamy breasts, which were all but spilling out of her top. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t let Bob run you in,” he growled in a furious undertone. He’d long ago learned how the criminal mind worked. He was glad he decided to follow up on his hunch.
“I’m not a prostitute,” she said simply.
“I don’t believe you.” But he wanted to.
Matt didn’t like thinking he was attracted to a woman who made a living by selling her body. Of course, the woman he’d wanted that morning didn’t look anything like the little tramp in front of him now. The only thing that hadn’t changed was her soft, full mouth and those unforgettable eyes. If he wasn’t careful he could easily drown in those beguiling green depths; cat eyes that mesmerized its prey before pouncing in for the kill.
“But…I can explain everything.”
Her soft laugh steeled Matt’s heart and made up his mind for him. He wasn’t in the mood to hear her lies, or put up with her misplaced humor. “Save it. You’re going to jail, honey.” He took her by the arm and began dragging her behind him. He should let Bob handle it and still might. On his way out of the bar he’d told his ex-partner to wait for him in the front.
“But I thought you weren’t a cop.”
“Not here.” In a few days he would be starting a new job back
home as the local small-town sheriff. He was looking forward to
the change to both his professional and personal life.
“Than you can’t arrest me,” she said in a satisfied tone. She tried to pull away from him. “Maybe I’ll have you arrested for assault, or something.”
Matt didn’t bother to correct her assumption. Mainly because it meant he could get rid of her sooner. And the itch in his loins that had never really diminished since that morning. He tried like hell not to remember how quick his body had reacted to her. “I’ll turn you over to my ex-partner.” He continued pulling her easily along, heading for the end of the alley that opened up onto the street.
“But I can explain the whole thing. It’s really kind of funny. You see…ouch!”
Matt swiveled on his feet in time to catch Maggie from falling to the ground. He dragged her up against him. “Another trick, sweetheart?” They were suddenly standing nose to nose.
“No, I swear! I stepped on something.” They were more than nose-to-nose; they were also mouth-to-mouth.
Matt’s eyes glared into hers, every breath he sucked in filled his lungs with her sweet fragrance. In spite of his instincts for self preservation he continued to hold her against him. His hands were
wrapped around the fleshy part of her upper arms and his fingers
rested against the exposed sides of her warm, lush breasts. He could feel them crushed against him, feel her nipples harden and poke into him with every breath she took.
Damn! He felt his cock swelling. This wasn’t good. Mistake number one was getting involved with her at all. Mistake number two had been in touching her, for any reason. It was ironic that he’d wanted her that morning but couldn’t afford to get involved. Now for a price, he could get involved for a couple of hours and not even look back. He couldn’t accept the fact he wanted her no matter what she was. It had been a damn long time since he’d felt any life below the belt, and now twice in one day he’d had the urge to get laid.
They were too damn close and it was hot in the alley.
He was hot.
Pressing his lips together with grim determination he lowered Maggie to her feet and started to pull her after him once more. The
second her feet hit the pavement she let out a holler and pulled
back. Matt released a reconciled sigh, coming to the conclusion that she wasn’t faking it.
“I’m barefoot,” she explained. Matt glanced down and swore. “My shoes are back there.”
There being back in the alley beneath the window where she’d
made her escape.
“Which foot?”
“My right one.”
“Let me see it.”
She didn’t move.
“Well?”
With a slight shrug she stepped back and slowly lifted a long, graceful leg toward him. Matt felt the blood race up his neck but couldn’t force himself to look away. He’d always been a sucker for long, beautiful legs, and Maggie’s were certainly all that. He steeled himself from responding, reminding himself what she was. He reached for her injured foot and examined it blindly in the darkness.
“I don’t feel any blood or protruding objects. Maybe you just stepped on a stone and bruised it.” He intended to drop her foot but his hand encircled her ankle instead. He could feel the ankle bracelet she was wearing beneath her black silk stockings. Hooker stockings. He clenched his teeth in irritation.
“You’re probably right,” she agreed.
Matt noticed the slight tremor in her voice. As she slowly lowered
her leg his hand followed along the curve of her smooth calf, behind her knee until it disappeared beneath her short skirt. He heard Maggie’s soft gasp when his fingers caressed her silken thigh above the garter holding her stocking on. He felt her quiver, the action triggering a sharp need of desire in Matt’s blood. Then realizing
what he was doing, he jerked his hand away.
About that time the door to the bar opened and Bob walked out, pausing long enough to light a cigar. Their eyes fell on him at the same time and suddenly Maggie’s hand was on his arm. He glanced down into her pleading eyes, drowning in their seductive, deceiving depths.
“Matt, I swear what I said is the truth. I’m not a prostitute. I’m only dressed like this because my mother…”
He raised a brow. “Your mother? This is getting better by the minute, honey.”
“I’m doing research for her,” she said hurriedly. “You see, she’s a writer and…”
“You expect me to believe your own mother asked you to dress up as a hooker for research?” His brows drew together in a frown of total disbelief. Matt couldn’t fathom any mother putting her daughter into such a dangerous situation.
“Exactly! Who would make up such a story anyway?”
“What do you think, I was born yesterday?” He scowled. Bob was moving closer.
“I swear it’s true. Why can’t you believe me?” She bit at her bottom lip.
There was something in her eyes Matt couldn’t ignore, something
honest.
