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May 31, 2012
Guest Post- Trading Innocence with Toni Sands
I’m delighted to welcome my fellow Secret Library author Toni Sands to my website today- Toni, it’s over to you…
Toni Sands
It’s a huge privilege to appear on Kay’s blog to talk about Traded Innocence. When Xcite Books invited me to submit to The Secret Library imprint, my first reaction was of course a big fat YES. Inevitably then came the downer. What story would fit the criteria?
Passionate. Powerful. Provocative. These three words are still written in neon lights inside my head. Could I ratchet up the smuggling tale forming part of my dissertation? My characters Rebecca and Jac demanded a meatier story. But they existed back in 1830. Would a historical novella snuggle up beside the other stories? A swift email exchange gave me the green light and my own Mr Big thought up a title I’m proud to see enveloping my fellow authors, Liz Coldwell and K D Grace.
The cove where Rebecca and Jac first meet existed in my imagination before I actually visited it though I knew it had to be on Wales’ fabulous Gower Coast. Standing on top of the cliffs and looking down on the golden sands, I noticed a rider cantering along. The pounding of the sea, the plaintive cries of the birds plus a ruined castle added to the timeless feel. On beginning to write, the characters told me their own story, something which, when it happens, is thrilling and empowering. Plus, it helps achieve the word count!
Rebecca’s pending marriage to a hateful poser prompts her to beg bad boy Jac for help. The well-bred maiden and the sexy smuggler strike sparks off one another but I needed to keep the lady chaste until the end. No mean feat! I described some of Jac’s former saucy exploits, also allowed the reader into Rebecca’s bedroom to share in her intimate quality time as she fantasises about delectable Jac.
There’s a scene where, disguised as a boy to fool her would-be husband, Rebecca has to plunge into the ocean with Jac. As soon as they reach their cabin … well, let my heroine explain in this flashback after she awakes next morning …
‘Get your clothes off,’ he ordered once they were alone.
She’d stood there, teeth chattering.
‘I’m trying to keep you alive, sweetheart,’ he’d whispered.
Her numb fingers couldn’t achieve much but he’d help rip off her clothes, turning his back as she stripped naked. When she wrapped her bare body in a thick grey blanket, he’d stood behind her, massaging her back and her limbs through the material, making her tingle as blood rushed to her extremities.
He’d taken her hands in his. Held them to his lips and blown on them. Taken each finger in turn and pushed it inside his mouth, warming and revitalising her. The sensation disarmed her. Her nipples pushing against the coarse blanket spoke her arousal. At one point the blanket fell away, revealing two fully awoken breasts.
She’d heard the gasp interrupt Jac’s breathing …
The Secret Library is a sumptuous mix of writing styles, each collection edited by the amazing Antonia Adams and wrapped in a luxurious cover that could double as a boutique chocolate box. These books are keepers. Enjoy and thanks for dropping by.
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Once again, I’d like to extend my thanks to Toni for taking the time to visit today- The Secret Library really is a wonderful collection of delicious erotic romance- I can’t wait to read them all!
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The Secret Library is a new range from Xcite Books which will appeal to the female romance reader market. Each book contains three specially commissioned novellas guaranteeing a satisfying and varied selection.
The story content is relationship led with a strong alpha male hero, a level of conflict and a climactic, explicit ending.
The covers are deliberately designed without visual imagery to be discreet. These books could be comfortably read in public, given as gifts and left on a bedside table.
The Secret Library contains six books with three erotic romance novellas in each:
Traded Innocence – Toni Sands, Elizabeth Coldwell and K D Grace
Silk Stockings – Constance Munday, Jenna Bright and Lucy Felthouse
One Long Hot Summer – Elizabeth Coldwell, Penelope Friday and Shanna Germain
The Thousand and One Nights – Kitti Bernetti, Primula Bond and Sommer Marsden
The Game – Jeff Cott, Antonia Adams and Sommer Marsden
Hungarian Rhapsody – Justine Elyot, Charlotte Stein and Kay Jaybee
May 20, 2012
On Art And Erotica- Guest Blog by Martha McKinley
I am thrilled to welcome fellow OCPress author Martha McKinley to my site today to talk about art and her new release, Get Real. Over to you Martha…
An artist friend once told me that Austrian philosopher, Rudolf Steiner, gave artists one of the lowest scores for enlightenment. Said another way, when ranking the professions according to moral conduct, artists were at the bottom. Why should that be so hard to believe, I wondered? Think about our education and training.
First of all, as painters, we are taught how to deceive people by depicting a life-like, realistic, three-dimensional representation on a two-dimensional surface. Second, we are expected to learn all the rules and then we are encouraged to break them (in the development of our own individual styles). We are shown, one day, how to apply paint with brushes so that no trace of brushstrokes can be seen, then, the next, permitted to take paint, straight from the tube, and apply it with a palette knife in thick textural smears—or to take things to the opposite extreme, thinning the colors to the point where they can be poured onto a canvas.
Finally, we are presented with the nude—an unclothed model before us—and instructed to render every aspect of him or her in exquisite detail. We have permission to stare at faces, hands, and backs for hours, not to mention breasts, arses, penises, and vulvae. We are also informed not to touch—but how many artists, famous or not, have violated that interdiction? After all, the importance of breaking rules was what we had already learned in a previous lesson!
Hence, everything I needed to know about life, I learned in my art studies: to lie, to rebel, and to indulge in the erotic.
Before I get too far into the subject of art and erotica, I wanted to make clear what I mean by art, and to describe exactly what an artist does. The word “art” is found in many contexts: Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance; Artful Dodger; The Art of Medicine, to mention but a few. To be sure, artistry is part of many human endeavors, but what is commonly meant by the word “art” is the creative expression using visual symbols. Artists use their imagination in the creation of those symbols to communicate to others something about the beauty in the world around them or something residing within their own heads.
In my novella, Get Real: The Art of Love and Belonging, (http://www.oystersandchocolate.com/Stories/2427/GetRealTheArtofLoveandBelonging.aspx ) the main character, Cassie, a tile-making artist, describes her artistic pursuits like so:
“That’s what we artists do,” she spoke aloud, as if to emphasize her point to Sienna and Umber, rubbing their long-haired feline bodies against her denim-covered legs. “We spend our lives in the love and cultivation of sensations, relishing our emotions, searching for their clearest expression, and taking pleasure in exclaiming them to others. That’s what painter Robert Henri says, at least. And I wholly embrace that.”
Cassie had, in making this utterance, been trying to assuage her guilt for doing what most artists do: being receptive and embracing new experiences—which, in this particular instance, involved having sex with a married man and violating her ethics of sisterhood by betraying another woman. She continued, with the reflection:
Saying “Yes” to the world, was a new philosophy for her—at least in life, it was. As an artist, she was used to such “openness.”
One of the ways artists need to be open is in the process of creation: when we start an artwork, we have to be open to the fact that our original intention may be met with initial success, but accidents, unintended mistakes in shape or color, for example, will undoubtedly occur, and may need correction—or, sometimes, more importantly, we have to be aware that these so-called accidents may be a wonderful serendipities that make the artwork even better because of them, and refrain from correction of those.
Robert Henri wrote something else very helpful in understanding this openness and what artists do: “There are moments in our lives, there are moments in a day, when we seem to see beyond the usual—become clairvoyant…Such are the moments of our greatest happiness. Such are the moments of our greatest wisdom. It is in the nature of all people to have these experiences; but… it is only a rare few who are able to continue in the experience and find expression for it.
To grasp what he was trying to say about artists (those “rare few”), some can probably imagine the exhilaration in witnessing a sunset over a mountain lake. And others, the beauty of a basket of ripening peaches on a blue checked tablecloth. But can anyone not feel the artistic arousal from viewing a handsome nude model a mere three feet away? I mean, if I were becoming aroused by that sunset, I can relax my thighs hopefully, but no mountain peak is going to oblige me. However, a muscular young man with his dependent hanging fruit, needing only the slightest provocation to become ripe, is a different story. And a sure way to provide an opportunity to “continue the experience and find expression for it!”
Figurative artists get to paint their arousal. And they better. Kenneth Clark, in Civilization, writes something like this: If there is not an erotic quality about the rendering of a nude, then the fault lies with the artist. (I can’t actually quote him, as I failed to find the book on my shelf, so I trusted my memory on this very important matter).
Let’s also, in the same context, remember about “the muse”: the metaphorical inspiration for the artist. Ask Picasso about his many muses. Well, he’s dead. So ask Marcos, the other main character in Get Real, a figurative artist in love with Cassie. Or the woman narrator in another of my works, Michel’s Angel (http://www.oystersandchocolate.com/Stories/1855/MichelsAngel.aspx), a model whose posing influence was a life-changing experience for two of the characters! The muse may be a model (but need not be one to be a muse), and often is depicted as a woman, but may also be a man, (read Spending by Mary Gordon). Nevertheless, no matter whether male or female, the muse is the metaphorical source of inspiration for a creative artist.
In Get Real, Marcos and Cassie have a delightful exchange about the subject of inspiration, which reveals the complex emotions at the heart of it:
“Your paintings are so playful. They make me happy to look at them.”
“I’m a romantic at heart.”
“I love being in love.”
“I do some of my best work when I’m in love.”
“So do I.”
This little conversation encapsulates a very common phenomenon in the Arts, and provokes all sorts of questions. What is it about the power of love that leads artists (and, for that matter, composers, writers, and dancers) to doing some of their best work when under its influence? Why was the concept of inspiration represented in terms of the feminine muse and male artist? What exactly is God conferring onto the nude Adam when their fingers touch on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel? It is generally felt to be the giving of life to Adam, but is “life” the creative power of The Creator himself, both the artistic force in the use of the imagination, and the procreative force embodied in sexual reproduction?
With the artistically creative potential of humans so strongly linked to the procreative one, it’s no wonder that there is something very erotic about art. It seems like a naked truth to me. So if some profession needs to sit at the bottom of the moral totem pole, I guess it might as well be us artists. There could be worse places to be situated—like at the top!
Thanks again to Martha for taking the time to put together this fascinating blog- I know a few artists, and am currently writing a novel all about erotic and sensual artists, so this is especially interesting to me right now! I can’t wait to read Get Real xx
Martha McKinley has had nearly three decades of experience in the health care field and over ten years as a visual artist. She began writing erotic love stories in the late 1990s, finding in that genre, a medium with which she could vividly render the drama of personal relationships–the connection, communion, and commitment. She has published several short stories for Oysters & Chocolate as well as a number for Clean Sheets.
May 18, 2012
Tricks For Kicks- New Xcite Antho!
Tricks For Kicks-Sex With Rewards, the latest anthology from Xcite has hit the shelves!
I am delighted to say that my story, ‘Perks of the Job’ is tucked happily within its pages, along with works from Victoria Blisse, Elizabeth Coldwell, and many other fab authors!
Full details of this new set of kinky tales can be found on the Xcite web page.
My offering, Perks of the Job, is a semi-voyeuristic fantasy laden short story about an interestingly erotic way of earning a few extra pennies…
Badly in need of more cash, Rachel asks her employer for additional hours. Ryan doesn’t have any extra work for her; he does however, have a money earning proposition for her. A proposition which would involve Ryan paying his assistant to share his erotic fantasies via texts and phone calls. Unsure at first, Rachel soon realises that this new money earning opportunity is quickly going to become a thoroughly delicious perk of her job…
Enjoy…xx
Tricks For Kicks is available from Xcite, Amazon, and all good book retailers.
May 14, 2012
Guest Blog- Slave Nano- A Male Author Writing Female Characters
I am delighted to welcome Slave Nano to my blog site today on Day 6 of his blog tour to promote his latest work, Adventures in Fetishland- a very clever, not to mentino kinky, reworking of classic Alice in Wonderland.
Today Slave Nano is discussing the challenges a male author faces when writing female characters. As a female author who frequently writes male characters, I read will be reading what he has to say with interest…
A male author writing female characters
During the second week of my two week blog tour to promote my new book, ‘Adventures in Fetishland’ I’m discussing some of the diverse themes related to the book.
As a male author of erotic fiction I sometimes feel a bit outnumbered! Recent articles in UK newspapers (The Guardian and The Independent):
http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2012/mar/06/women-writing-about-sex-without-shame?INTCMP=SRCH
have highlighted the fact that most writers in the genre are women. There’s quite a few occasions I’ve read about female authors who write m/m gay stories and I’ve often thought that must be really hard to do – to get into the mind of a gay man, and something I’ve never attempted. Yet, strangely enough, when I look at my newly released book ‘Adventures in Fetishland’ it suddenly struck me that, here I am, a male writer, whose two main characters are female, one dominant and the other submissive (though not entirely so).
So, that got me to questioning how I got to that point and how I was able to write a book from two different female perspectives. I guess all writers use some combination of experience, imagination and research to create their stories and characters. For me I have to be honest and admit that part of that ability to write from a female dominatrix’s point of view is down to personal experience. A large part of my understanding of my Red Queen character is informed by personal experience and observation. I’ve had the opportunity to watch and participate in scenes created by a supremely skilled and imaginative mistress and this obviously helped me inform the detail of activities and scenes, how a mistress looks and handles herself and also the style of the language used. I think I also got some insight into the nature of the power and control that provides the buzz for a mistress.
With Kim, the ‘Alice’ character who gets drawn into a journey of submission to the Red Queen, it was personal experience, mingled with some observation of female submissives, that informed the character. I would argue that the psychology of submission is very similar for a male or female submissive whether in F/m or F/f or M/f roles. Consequently, I believe it’s quite possible for a male submissive to understand a lot of the mind-set of a female submissive and vice-versa. ‘Adventures in Fetishland’ explores the female dominant and female and male submissive roles and, in the case of Kim, the ability to switch from submissive to dominant roles when required.
Story blurb
In this bdsm re-invention of the Alice stories Kim’s life takes an unexpected twist when she is taken from the massage parlour she works in to a fetish fantasy world ruled over by the Red Queen, a powerful dominatrix. There, an intense psychological drama is played out between the two women as Kim enters a journey into submission. The Red Queen assumes different characters who torment Kim in a series of trials ranging from the funny and strange to the sadistic and erotic. Kim is lured deeper into this world by hints the Red Queen knows something about her past. Why has she been chosen to serve this powerful female? Why is the Red Queen so interested in her? When Kim finally finds out the truth, it is shocking and bizarre.
Buy links
Adventures in Fetishland is available at:
Xcite Books: http://www.xcitebooks.co.uk/Book/7029/Adventures-in-Fetishland.html
Extract from book
Once every inch of material had been touched by Kim’s lips the voluptuous rear of the purple caterpillar turned away and Kim was once again on her knees, facing her, looking up into the hauntingly beautiful features and dazzling blue eyes. The caterpillar was now nestling a flogger in her hands. It was black with a horse’s head at one end and had a spade shaped patch of leather at the other. The horse’s head was offered to Kim and she kissed it. The commands were wordless because no words were needed. The end with the leather flogger was presented to Kim and she kissed that too. Kim knew what was going to happen next but she would not dare have called for the purple caterpillar to stop, had no desire for her to stop. Kim just wanted to offer herself. The black leather flogger was run gently across Kim’s cheek, over her shoulders and across her tits that were now throbbing with desire and need. The smell and the touch of the leather and the sense of anticipation were overpowering. Do it, thought Kim. Please, strike me. Please let me feel it. She wanted it, she needed, it more than anything else she had desired in her life.
Finally, after an agonising wait, the flogger whipped down onto her breasts. Kim gasped and moaned. It was painful, of course it was painful, but it was like no other pain she had experienced before. It was mingled with a surge of erotic pleasure that crashed through her brain right down to her cunt. Each stroke was like a tsunami of sensation and emotion. Kim had always been curious about what went on in the head of her clients who had asked to be dominated, what need it fulfilled in them and now, in this bizarre place, at the hands of this powerful dominatrix, she understood.
The purple caterpillar took up a position behind Kim and with a firm hand on the nape of her neck pushed her down so that she was on all fours. She knelt over Kim, strands of her fragrant black hair caressing her back. Kim breathed in her scent, sweet and exotic. She nestled her back side onto the small of Kim’s back as if she was being ridden like a horse and she felt the chilly stiffness of the pvc on her skin.
“Do you want it Kim?” she whispered in her ear.
“Yes,” Kim gasped.
“Do you really want it?”
“Yes, please, yes,” Kim pleaded.
The flogger snapped smartly on her arse……
Author profile
Slave Nano writes stories drawing on the themes of female supremacy, goddess worship, bondage, domination and submission, sado-masochism and fetish, frequently in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings.
His work usually has dominant female characters and submissive males. His stories explore the tensions between dominant and submissive and the boundaries between pain and pleasure, physical and mental bondage and retribution and reward.
Slave Nano lives in Yorkshire in the United Kingdom. He works full time and juggles his writing with this. His work has been published by Xcite Books and House of Erotica.
Find out more about Slave Nano at www.slavenano.co.uk
Nano facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002876113960&ref=tn_tnmn
Many thanks for dropping by today Slave Nano!
Kay xx
May 8, 2012
Perfect In Paperback- Book Launch News!
When my first full length novel, The Perfect Submissive, came out as an e-book last year I was so excited! Over a year’s worth of writing accepted by the good people at Xcite was certainly something to get excited about!
Then, thanks to the wonderfully kind reviews some of you kind folk wrote about my work, Xcite got in touch with me a few months ago with the news every writer longs to hear- my book was going to go into paperback! The Perfect Submissive will, from 21st June, form part of Xcite’s fetish and BDSM range!
As wonderful as it is to have an e-book published- and I am proud of each and every one of mine- to be able to hold the fruits of your labour in your hands is a feeling like no other. E-books are a fabulous invention, but as a writer, nothing beats the texture and aroma of a real book!
To celebrate the new publication, The Perfect Submissive has a lovely new cover! So we will soon be saying goodbye to the familiar purple cover of the e-book, and hello to the handcuffs of the new cover!
Very much tilted towards those who enjoy the darker side of BSDM fiction, The Perfect Submissive centres around a young woman called Jess Sanders; a newly employed bookings clerk at the Fables Hotel. Outwardly Fables is like any other hotel, but hidden away on the fifth floor lies a very adult entertainment facility.
The moment the manageress of this exclusive floor, Mrs Laura Peters, lays eyes on Jess; she sees her potential as an extra sexily meek attraction for her regular clients. All it will take is a little erotic education.
Gliding around her domain, Laura Peters keeps an intimidating eye on both staff and customers alike, (especially an enigmatic artist who she is determined to get to know a little better), as they experience the tortures and delights hidden behind four of the floors’ five doors. To discover what lies behind the locked fifth door, Jess will have to come to terms with the unexpected training schedule she finds herself embarking upon, and the increasingly arousing chill she feels each time she survives a new punishment.
This novel, like so many of my stories, takes a leap into the world of heavy kink
If you fancy coming to see me read a few extract from my novel, then I will be launching the paperback version of The Perfect Submissive at Sh! Women’s Store, Hoxton, London on 7th July. All details can be found by following this link.
It would be great to see you there, to share some cake, have a chat, and raise a glass to this, the first of, what I hope to be, three forthcoming Kay Jaybee novels over the next 12 months (more info on numbers 2 and 3 soon!!!)
Sh Hoxton
May 1, 2012
Something for the Ladies: A Misogynistic Perspective – Guest Blog by Mathew Klickstein
Today I am turning over my blog site to the controversial (I have underlined that for a reason!- you’ll see!), Mathew Klickstein, writer of one of the OCPress’s latest novels- Rag Doll: A Horrotica Novel.
“Sometimes being a bitch is all a women’s got to hold onto.” – Stephen King, Dolores Claiborne
You know, it’s funny.
I’ve always been seen as somewhat of a misogynist. This goes back to film school when the hot-headed gals would castigate me loudly in class for whatever I’d written that week (oftentimes about them, oftentimes coming up to me privately after class and admitting how much they couldn’t help but like whatever I’d written, requesting copies of it behind the rest of the class’ back).
It’s understandable, though, that folks could see me in a woman-hating light. It’s so superficially easy. I’m extremely provocative and outspoken in my statements and though I tend to be rather apolitical, I do enjoy rousting the establishment whenever I can because it’s humorous to me and I get a sadistic kick out of it.
The establishment, of course, being the matriarchal society upon which our entire civilization was created. You can say men run the country, the world, history, but that just doesn’t jive with the actual course of events. I mean, women have always been in charge and have so much power that they’ve been able to promulgate the opposite idea since time immemorial.
You may call me a woman-hating “misogynist,” but do you know what word means “man-hater”? No, you don’t. Because most people don’t even know such a word exists. But there is one. It’s “misandrist.” The word is not well-known, however, for the same reason that I can go to a local coffee shop in Boulder and see signs for a “Women’s Songwriting Club” but never for a “Men’s Songwriting Club” (that would be “offensive” and sexist, somehow). You can easily point out a “misogynist” in today’s society, but – again – most people wouldn’t even know what to say about a “man-hater,” because that word has practically been erased from all current knowledge.
Moving on, I can understand why women think I hate them. I even once wrote a novel called The Only Honest Thing A Girl’s Ever Told Me Is That She’s Hungry. (You can imagine the trouble I’ve always had with capitalization on that one.) It’s essentially my own Annie Hall type analysis of all the women I’ve known in my life, from kindergarten through the time I finished writing the book.
Funnily enough, even with such a title, the thing allowed me to snag a pretty decent literary agent whom – like the majority of people in the publishing game these days – is of course a strong-minded woman.
Generally, my philosophy on violence towards women is the same as that which I espouse anent pharmaceuticals: Only for recreation. Slapping each other around a bit and burning one another with cigarettes can be fun if consensual and played with appropriately. Otherwise, not really my bag. Especially as I was raised by – surprise – a strong-minded woman who more than once made it clear in my life that she was both my mother and father. Maybe explains a lot. I did once call her on Father’s Day and wish her a good one (she also wore a tux at my uncle’s wedding when she was his Best Man, true story).
Where this is all leading to is the fact that I believe the story I wrote with the “horrotica” novel Rag Doll is as pure feminist literature (perhaps Third Wave, but still) as one can be.
Despite the fact that it may seem completely, like me, misogynistic.
It’s R. Crumb. It’s American Psycho. It’s most of Woody Allen’s (earlier, good) movies. It’s easy to point a finger and say, “Oh my god! Look how he treats women in that book!” But, no, really look and you’ll see (and this happened by accident, so I think it says a lot about me, too here, folks) that even when Rag Doll’s protagonist, Oliver Maxwell, gets dirty with the girls in the book, they always end up either kicking his ass or beating him at his own game. They always take the power away from him, even when he may be – say – “drowning” them as a sexual fetish in a cold lake.
I remember when I was trying to figure out the ending of Rag Doll (don’t worry: No spoilers here) and knew I needed something special. Something different. How would I bring the main character to “justice,” so to speak. How best to give him his comeuppance in the purest Moral Code/Hayes Office fashion?
I couldn’t just have the rag-doll girl he’d kidnapped beat him up or kill him or run away or call the cops. That would be so boring. Typical. Garden variety. And that’s not my book. Say what you will about Rag Doll, but you can’t say you’ve ever read anything like it before (in erotica or anywhere else, for that matter).
Suddenly – and I remember being in the bathroom shitting, and realizing it all at once in a beautiful epiphany – it came to me. The ending came to me. Right then and there, I knew I had a full novel. I wrote the ending out as quickly as I could (after wiping and flushing, of course; I may have forgotten to wash my hands, sorry), and a few weeks later had completed the novel itself, knowing that I had the world’s best opening line and greatest ending.
The ending, in fact, was so strange and unconventional that the girls who published it – Jordan LaRousse and Samantha Sade from Oysters & Chocolate – had marked it as one of the only changes they wanted made.
They’re strong-minded women, too, even though you wouldn’t necessarily think so when you meet with them, especially Sam whose voice is that of an adorable little girl. They’re both very giggly. Except in their emails and writings when they can be real hard-asses (our editing correspondence over the month of that process could probably be a book in itself).
Once I explained to them the power of that unconventional, seemingly anticlimactic ending, however, they both were down like a clown and all was good in the hood like a young girl should in Hollywood. They got it. Even though, on a simplistic cursory read, it may seem like the protagonist is “getting away with it” without punishment.
What Sam and Jordan didn’t always get was my constant referring to girls in the book as “bitches,” though. This too required some explaining. Eventually, they understood the importance of this contemporary colloquialism and the fact that I’ve known way too many girls in my life (most of the ones with whom I keep company, actually) who would prefer the word over “broad” or “chick” or “babe,” words I myself would use as infrequently as the “n” word. I just wouldn’t be able to say it right, if even in jest. It would come off as silly, especially since I’m a neurotic Jew with a nasally voice.
Seems to me that “bitch” has become as common as “lady” and that has almost become a term of endearment, with “cunt” now having been sublimated to the originally ignominious realm from which “bitch” has over the years dropped. Its power has been taken away, after all, and has become almost entirely meaningless. Good for them.
I went on to explain to the girls that I feel there’s a reason that – for all its controversy and provocation – American Psycho the film was directed and written by two notoriously strong-minded women (extremely active lesbians, at that). The film (and book) is/are no more misogynistic than Rag Doll… as long as you read it and see it’s, if anything, misandrist (a word that even the Dictionary on Microsoft Word doesn’t recognize I’ve just discovered).
If Rag Doll wasn’t something that poked at certain people and certain established mores, I don’t think it would have been as fun to write. It was fun to walk the line in sexual and sociopolitical realms, flirting with some things that may or may not be breaking certain taboos. (Not to mention how fun it was to come up with naughtily lubricious sex scenes exploding throughout its scandalous pages.)
I suppose, when it comes down to it, Rag Doll’s protagonist, Oliver, is no more a woman-hater than I. He, just like me, I guess, is both equally frustrated and amused by all people, Jonathan Swift style, and if half of those people happen to have vaginas, well that’s not his fault.
Or mine, either.
Many thanks Mathew- much to consider there I think! I will be reading Rag Doll with interest- in the meantime, here’s a bit of background to both the story and the author himself…
Prepare to be disturbed by this one-of-a-kind read…
One transformative evening, sociopathic loner Oliver Maxwell discovers an unconscious street-girl lying in an alleyway. Inspired by his amorphous sense of right and wrong, he decides to take the sleeping rag-doll back to his apartment where he intends to nurse her back to life. Overcome with an insubordinate erection, Oliver must do everything he can to distract himself from taking advantage of the helpless girl. This overwhelming lust leads Oliver on increasingly depraved erotic adventures with numerous women, each one more perverse than he. Will the sender of the cryptic text messages (I know what ur doing) or his nosy neighbor lead to his ultimate undoing?
Rag Doll includes: masturbation to cartoon characters, depictions of German pornography, a sleeping beauty who is not Snow White and a very Grumpy (disturbed) sociopath, a filthy and sticky MFF threesome, an oral-sex-loving Osh-Kosh B’Gosh-wearing hippy-chick (who smells of piquant celery soda and dirt), an interlude with a drunk girl who has Polio, gum-drop-nipple burlesque dancers on drugs, gleeful golden showers, erotic asphyxiation in a wintery cold lake, wabi sabi, a very nosy neighbor…and much more.
*WARNING* This content will offend and horrify most sane readers with its gripping, well-written, and boundary-pushing depictions of sociopathic sexuality and depraved activities. Read at your own risk.
What readers are saying:
“Patrick Bateman meets Hal Incandenza for a drink at a bar owned by Humbert Humbert and goes home with Jelenik’s Gerti for a night of *Lust*. Read it. Be horrified enraged engorged incensed enticed and ultimately entertained.”
“If Showgirls is All About Eve with tits, then Rag Doll is The Seven Year Itch with throat-fucking.”
“Rag Doll reads like American Psycho, but instead of murder, sexual perversion is the crime.
About the Author:
Mathew Klickstein is the author of Rag Doll: A Horrotica Novel, a controversial mixed-genre story that scratches the underbelly of sexuality in the most perverse and fascinating of ways. It’s the story of sociopathic loner Oliver Maxwell who discovers an unconscious street-girl lying in an alleyway. Inspired by his amorphous sense of right and wrong, he decides to take the sleeping rag-doll back to his apartment where he intends to nurse
her back to life. Oliver must do everything he can to distract himself from taking advantage of the helpless girl. This overwhelming lust leads Oliver on increasingly depraved erotic adventures with numerous women.
Mathew is also writer of Sony Pictures’ Against the Dark starring Steven Seagal; co-creator of National Lampoon’s Collegetown, USA; and Editor-In-Chief emeritus of Entertainment Today, Southern California’s oldest free-weekly paper. He has contributed articles and short stories to numerous publications throughout the country, and has seen two of his novellas published: Daisy Goes to the Moon and Back to Hollywood, as well as My Dog Forgot How to Read, his talking eBook for children. His rockumentary Act Your Age: The Kids of Widney High Story – chronicling the world-famous “disabled rock band” from East LA – continues to screen throughout the nation and in the United Kingdom.
OCPress buy link: http://oceroticbooks.com/ebooks/rag-doll
Rag Doll is also available at Amazon.com, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble and other online retailers.
April 25, 2012
A Very Special Library
Once upon a time, in a time and place far far away from where I am now, I worked in a library. In fact, I worked in six different libraries, one in a university, five in a town, and one in a city.
I loved library work; surrounded by books, and meeting so many amazing people. It was far from the quiet job you might expect it to have been, and every day was a challenge- but although each of the libraries I served in were slightly different from each other, not one was as much fun as the new library Xcite have set up.
Let me introduce you to The Secret Library, where anything is possible, and erotic dreams come true…
The Secret Library is made up of six beautifully bound, velvet touch books- each containing three novella length stories from some of Xcite’s most popular authors (and me!).
With the emphasis on erotic romance and sensual reading, writing for The Secret Library was something of a departure from my usual brand of S&M kink. I confess, I was a little nervous about approaching such a different style of erotic tale.
If you fancy seeing how I rose ot the challenge, you can find my story, A Sticky Situation, in the Hungarian Rhapsody volume, which will be released next month.
If there is a paving stone to trip over, or a drink to knock over, then Sally Briers will trip over it or spill it. Yet somehow Sally is the successful face of marketing for a major pharmaceutical company; much to the disbelief of her new boss, Cameron James.
Forced to work together on a week-long conference in an Oxford hotel, Sally is dreading spending so much time with arrogant new boy Cameron; whose presence somehow makes her even clumsier than usual.
Cameron on the other hand, just hopes that he’ll be able to stay professional, and keep his irrational desire to lick up all the accidently split food and drink that is permanently to be found down Sally’s temptingly curvy body, all to himself.
It could be a very long week- unless Cameron can find a way of making Sally slop so much of her after show champagne, that he has no choice but to march her off and relieve her of her sodden clothing… He is sure that, if he could find a way to stop Sally resenting him taking her previous bosses job, then they could enjoy no end of sticky situations together…
All the Secret Library volumes are now available via Xcite, and from all good book suppliers. Why not come and visit this very special library -you don’t even have to be quiet…
April 12, 2012
Perks of the Job and the Perks of my Job… or Not!
Today sees the publication of the latest e-anthology from Xcite, Perks of The Job, an e-anthology of 5 tales, which includes my story of the same name.
Badly in need of more cash, Rachel asks her employer for additional hours. Ryan doesn't have any extra work for her; he does however, have a money earning proposition. A proposition which would involve Ryan paying his assistant to share his erotic fantasies via texts and phone calls. Unsure at first, Rachel soon realises that this new money earning opportunity is quickly going to become a thoroughly delicious perk of her job…
Alongside my story, are four others to tempt your erotic taste buds…
Passage to Paradise by Kathleen Tudor
Much as Jenna loves her job in the bakery, the thought of spending a month in Greece is a dream come true, particularly as it will mean time in the company of her favourite customer, Adam. When she tells him she'll do anything to join him, she doesn't realise he'll ask her to please him – and his best friend too
Coming While Going … by Marlene Yong
When Dextra goes to work in Paris, little does she anticipate her extraordinary ‑ and thrilling ‑ encounter with a stranger on a train. Not only is she tempted – very tempted – to break her self-imposed vow of celibacy, but the event results in an unexpected and ironic climax (in every sense of the word).
Show No Mercy by Giselle Renarde
Mercedes and Simon's sex life was never this good when they were a lovey-dovey couple. Now that he's paying her for the pleasure, Simon knows what he wants and isn't afraid to demand it. Mercedes might detest his entitled arrogance, but it arouses her no end. When Simon muses that he always wanted to see Mercedes with bigger boobs and insists she fill her camisole with two giant water balloons, she does as she's told. Seeing the humungous fake breasts, and feeling their warm pressure against her flesh, she's ready for anything.
A Discreet Companion by Cecilia Duvalle
Karen and Nick are a happily married couple with an active sex life. The only problem is that Nick was in an accident and is a paraplegic. While he's able to physically do a lot of what he did before, Karen is clearly wanting more than the limited sexual positions he can offer. It takes months and some prodding for Karen to accept Nick's offer of hiring a male escort to bring variety back into their bed.
Due to the commitments of my current novel (which is at half way stage- thanks to those kind folk who have been asking), it has been a while since I wrote a short story, so I experienced a particularly strong surge of satisfaction when I heard that Xcite wanted to publish this latest offering from my hard working biro.
The title of my story got me thinking. There really are a lot of perks to this writing lark. For a start, I get the total drug-like hit each time I have a story or poem accepted by a publishers. It is a feeling like no other, and the day I stop getting that high is the day I know I have to stop writing!
So what other perks does this life of erotica scribbling have to offer?
Well- there is the non-stop coffee, the ability to down my pen and go for a walk whenever I like, not to mention the choice to work whichever hours I choose.
Of course, I have to fit my 'real' job and wonderful family into this scheme of things- oh and the hundreds of different story deadlines, PR requirements, and blog post pressures also need squeezing into this set up- in fact to the casual observer, it's just like a proper job! Except for one major and amazing difference- I get to write!!!! For me there can be no greater perk than to do the thing I love most for at least half of every week day.
Add to that, that my subject matter is sex, and therefore huge fun to write about, then there could be some argument for suggesting my work is more 'perk' than 'job.'
Okay, I admit it- as with all forms of employment, there are ups and downs. I get fan mail (always lovely), but I also get e-stalkers (horrible). I get people who aspire to write erotica asking politely for help and advice (no problem), but I also get a few folk getting annoyed if I don't help them instantly, or am unable to do so (I will help if I can, but I do have a pretty busy life).
I get to hear other peoples kinky stories, fantasies, and dreams (anyone who has read my blogs about the writing of Not Her Type, will know how much help my local delivery men have been in this department!), but I also get people assuming that I have done everything I write about, and am naturally available to all sexual advances. This age old issue is one us erotica writing types have discussed at length many times on various blogs. The assumption that people that write about sex must therefore be sex workers drives me mad.
As a very frustrating interview I had with a magazine editor recently illustrated to me, the notion that because I write about sex must therefore mean that my private life is up for discussion, and that I am at 'it' all evening in the name of research, is alive and well. When I asked said editor if she would ask a crime writer if they went out of an evening committing robberies to get a feel for their storylines she was totally stumped. Honestly!!
But hang on a minute- not all journalists miss the point, and how lucky I've been to have been featured in a few fair minded articles showing erotica in a healthy positive light- the recent Independent interview put together and photographed by the lovely David Woolfall for example, was a perk beyond perks!!
As seen in the Independent Magazine - Photo by David Woolfall
I mustn't forget the reviews as well- obviously writer's are at the mercy of their reader's opinions, and we can't please everyone- but a good book review is the ultimate reward, and I have been very lucky to have had so many smashing things said about my work over the last six years. To say I'm grateful is to put it mildly!
On the whole then, despite the long hours, attacks of writers block, the disappointments of rejections, and people occasionally overstepping the bounds of decent behaviour- I think I have the best job in the world!! If I didn't love it so much, then stories like Perks of the Job would never see the light of day!
As well as appearing in the Perks of the Job e-anthology, my story (along with a great selection of others from some amazing authors), will also be available in the paperback Tricks for Kicks, (published by Xcite in May). 
April 2, 2012
Red Grow the Roses
Today I am pleased to be able to share with you the blurb and a tasty extract from Janine Ashbless's latest erotic novel, Red Grow the Roses- if you like your erotica supernatural, you must not miss this one!!
Blurb:
"Maybe you'll be lucky. Maybe he's not human. He'll take you in his arms and you'll feel his strength – a strength that makes it impossible to fight him. But you've already lost the will to resist, that moment he looked into your eyes and showed you all his hunger and his promise. You knew then. You knew that this is what you are for – what we are all for – with our warm beating hearts and our aching sexual needs.
We are for them."
There are six vampires in the city. Ageless, terrifyingly beautiful and always hungry – not just for blood but for the other pleasures the human body offers. Sadistic chanteuse Estelle; feckless Ben; Roisin, the mirror-ghost; Wakefield, haunted by his own damnation; Naylor, the most feral of them all.
And Reynauld is the Good Shepherd, the one who holds them all in check. But his grip on his own humanity is fading, and when Wakefield accidentally kills a woman and Naylor gets the blame, a power-struggle erupts between the city's immortal undead.
Red Grow the Roses tells of bloodlust and sexual desire; for vampires the two are indistinguishable. These transgressive, startling stories draw the reader down the darkest and most seductive paths of pleasure – to where the monsters are waiting.
*****
'I don't feed from humans,' Wakefield hissed, trembling.
'That's what I heard. I just find it hard to believe.' Rolling onto her knees, she reached for the discarded rose he'd cut for her. 'Nasty sharp thorns these things have got,' she mused, laying the stem across her bare breasts. With a twitch she drew it down, scoring her flesh with half-a-dozen needle-pointed thorns, shuddering as the pain burned through her. Pin-points of blood rose on her pale skin and swelled, a string of rubies decorating the white flesh and the roseate nipples. 'Ah,' she groaned.
Robert Wakefield seemed to grow taller; his hard-on bulged. She could taste the coppery tang of her victory.
'Tell me; have you ever whipped a girl with your roses, Mr Wakefield?' Lilla began to crawl backwards from him on hands and knees, arse swaying, breasts wobbling. 'Maybe one of your servants? The parlour maid perhaps? You ever taken a bunch of roses and whipped their tits?' She put on a country accent for her next words, her voice suddenly breathlessly innocent but at the same time teasing: 'Oh Mr Wakefield, you wouldn't be thinking of doing that to a poor innocent girl? I couldn't bear that sir – it'll hurt something cruel. You wouldn't want to ruin a helpless maid, would you, sir? You wouldn't want that on your conscience?'
Inhumanly swift, he lunged and grabbed the front of her bodice and yanked her up to slam her against one of the wrought-iron pillars. Eagerly Lilla extended her hands over her head, thrusting her breasts out so that he might feed. But he didn't, not right away. He looked down at her with a face hollow with hunger, and then he took hold of her long drawers at the waist and snapped the drawstring with one tug of his wrists. He tore the damp, clinging cotton from her thighs to bare her sex, and then he tied her wrists with the twisted strips and secured her to a ornamental bracket high on the pillar, hauling her up onto her toes. She said nothing, words robbed from her by anticipation, lips parted about her shallow breaths.
His face mask-like, his eyes burning, he plunged his cold fingers between her thighs and up inside her, breaching the gates of her sex to take the measure of her heat, the slick of juices, the yielding sucking flex of her tight hole. Lilla writhed on his hand, twisting helplessly with each thrust of his wrist, and he watched her breasts jiggle and bounce, their pink points dewed in red. His teeth were so extended now that his upper lip did not hide them.
'Oh please,' she gasped. 'Please – bite me!'
*****
Buy Links:
http://www.mischiefbooks.com/books/red-grow-roses/
http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-redgrowtheroses-679540-144.html
Janine Ashbless - Photo by David Woolfall
Author Bio:
Janine Ashbless is a multi-published author of erotica and erotic romance. Her first collection of erotic fairy, fantasy and paranormal stories, Cruel Enchantment, was published in 2000 by Black Lace. Red Grow the Roses is her sixth novel. Her stories have been published by Spice, Black Lace, Nexus, Xcite, Racy Pages, Cleis, Ellora's Cave and Samhain, among others. She was Jade Magazine's Erotic Fiction Writer of the Year 2009. Janine loves goatee beards, ancient ruins, minotaurs, trees, mummies, having her cake and eating it, holidaying in countries with really bad public sewerage, and any movie or TV series featuring men in very few clothes beating hell out of each other. She lives in England.
Author site/blog link:
http://www.janineashbless.com
http://www.janineashbless.blogspot.com
March 30, 2012
Guest Blog- Ashlynne Laynne
Today I am pleased to welcome Ashlynne Laynne to my site to talk about her brand new book, The Progeny.
Blurb
"No fate other than the one I choose." The timeless creed, and tattoo, bore by the Rousseau's— a vampire clan with the purest bloodline of any vampire family. Out of this clandestine group came one who was different, yet the same: Ascher – a half-bloodling— half- human, half vampire.
Ascher questions the purpose for his existence and which world he truly belongs to: the human world or the vampire world. Two months from sealing to Ursula— a prearranged union to a woman he abhors — he's at his wit's end. He knows if he calls off the sealing, the Romanian clan will strike with deadly force, but he cannot see eternity with a cold empty shell of a woman like Ursula.
About The Progeny
At its core, The Progeny is simply a story about a man and woman who fall in love, and the fact that he's a half-blood (half-human, half vampire) and she's a Wiccan human are secondary factors. It started as research about the Salem witch trials, some rough sketches of a special family heirloom that my guys would wear and two names—Ascher and Shauna. In the beginning, of the book, Ascher is grumpy. Frankly, who could blame him? He's engaged to seal to Ursula—a cold and careless vampire who wants nothing more than to get her hands on a bloodstone— and he feels conflicted about his existence.
All of that changes when he meets Shawnette McCutchin. She's beautiful, intriguing and possesses some of the most potent blood that he's ever smelled. A war immediately begins inside Ascher. He craves Shauna's blood just as much as he craves her body and the closer they get, the harder it is for him to control his urges. After Ascher calls off the sealing to Ursula, the trouble begins. His family's peaceful period ends when Ursula's army attacks the Rousseaus. Kidnapping, some steamy love scenes between our hero and heroine and Wiccan rage complete the plot.
In a move so fast that her eyes crossed, he disappeared, reappearing in the middle of the bed, behind her. He turned her to him, resting his hands in the small of her back, pulling her closer until she was in his lap— her legs twisting around him. They stared into one another's eyes, their bodies clinging. She was eye to eye with him, unlike when they stood and he towered above her.
His hands wandered over her body as his mouth kissed along her neck. He paused to flip her onto the bed but her arms locked around him, preventing him from laying her down.
She shook her head and whispered, "No," then raised herself off of him, freeing his erection from the pressure of her bottom. Her mouth kissed his neck, his chest, making her way down his quivering stomach and its thin trail of dark hair. She grasped him, wrapping her hand around the engorged rod. It reacted to her touch by standing at full attention.
A yearning sparked in him, a feeling he'd only imagined in his mind. It felt good—too good, to be right. It was wrong—very wrong. He groaned then gently wound his hand into her hair, making sure to get a good handful. He couldn't let her do that, not while she was still human.
"Shauna, no." he whispered, bringing her head back up to his.
She glanced at him a combination of bewilderment and hurt in her eyes. "Why? You've pleasured me in this way. I just wanted to return the favor."
"Doing that could be so dangerous for you. Only after we seal."
"Why is it so dangerous for me?" she asked, her eyes now wide with fear.
He grabbed both sides of her head, kissing her to try and calm her. "I've talked to Tristan about that. He said I might lose control. This is why I can't allow you to do that. I can't guarantee your safety otherwise. Vampire bodies are very sensitive. When we make love, it can be very physical. We growl, scratch, and sometimes bite each other. That's why I teased you about seeming immortal. I only scratched you after you scratched me. I've never felt as out of control as the first time we were together."
"I'm sorry."
"What are you apologizing for? There's no need to be sorry. I still have to mind myself when we're together. You're still in danger when we make love. I'm able to control myself better, now that you're no longer a trinity, but your blood still appeals to me and I could still harm you if I'm not careful. Have patience. We have an eternity to make love. When the time is right, we'll explore new and exciting ways to pleasure one another. I look forward to experiencing everything with you. Don't worry. I'm very satisfied with our lovemaking. You're amazing."
He sifted his hands through her hair, pulling her lips back to his. He was satisfied at his newfound self-control. His thirst was minimal and his eyes weren't morphing. It was nice to look normal, even if he wasn't. He couldn't imagine how difficult it must be to make love to someone who tended to look more beastly than human, when he was aroused.
She steadied herself over him again, bowing her back and raising her hips to descend on him.
He grabbed her arms, stopping her descent. "I don't think we're ready for that, either. You only lost your virginity last night. You could be hurt."
"Ascher," she sighed with frustration. "Do you seek out things that could hurt me?"
"Your safety is important."
"And my pleasure…?" she asked.
"My priority, as well."
"If we take it easy, you won't hurt me. I want every sexual experience with you. This is one we haven't tried."
He was reluctant, but he decided to give in. He could see the curiosity swirling in her eyes. "I don't know if we can make this work." He probed her with a gentle finger. "You're still too tight. I'm so scared I'll hurt you." He gave her another finger and attempted to gauge her pain. She was blocking. "Let me guide you and if it hurts, promise that you'll tell me."
"I promise."
He lifted her, one hand clutching her waist, while the other directed his erection into position. Her breasts at his face level, he held her up to suckle them, teasing the nipples until they were taut.
Concentrating on not hurting her, he closed his eyes, resting his face against her neck. He'd be able to gauge her pulse and breathing much easier this way.
"I'm going to lower you slowly. If it hurts you, I'll stop. "He lowered her until he rested just outside her, urgently pressing against her opening.
She whimpered.
He lifted her off him and stared into her eyes to be sure she told the truth. "Does that hurt you?"
She bit down hard on her lip. "A little bit, but I'm okay. Please don't stop, Ascher."
He lowered her again, brushing her neck with his tongue. She gradually opened to him as he gave her cautious and gentle thrusts, his hands guiding the movement of her hips. He watched her eyes widen as she took more of him. He was surprised, and delighted, that she was able to take all of him.
Her anguished whimpers became moans of pleasure. Both their eyes rolled in their heads as he continued to lower and raise her. She was his match, a mold shaping to fit him.
He gripped her back again, releasing her hips to allow her control of the thrusting. Her movements were shaky and uncoordinated at first. Eventually, she found a rhythm, becoming more confident with twisting and looping her hips in tight circles. His pale complexion flushed, the fire burning in his skin and spine, threatening to bury him in orgasm. Several times, he seized her hips to cease her movement, preventing himself from losing it— he couldn't believe how close he already was.
He held her arms, attempting to bring himself out of her, but she stopped him, locking her fingers with his so he couldn't interfere.
He surrendered. It felt too amazing to stop.
His voice was deep and heavy with lust, when he groaned, "I'm so close."
"Let go, Ascher. I know you want to. Don't hold back."
He thought of how foolish her request was. If he didn't hold back she could be hurt, or killed. He fought against the pleasure, shoving the tingles back down, stemming the overwhelming urge to come. He hesitated, stopping the thrusting, grabbing her hips to get control of his body.
He suddenly feared what his orgasm might mean for her.
"Don't stop." she moaned while wiggling free of his arms' hold, her rigid tongue tracing circles into his neck. Her hips resumed their rocking, lashing him with their movement, forcing his orgasm to the edge. Her fingers twisted into his hair. "I'm close," she moaned, her eyes glazing with tears. "I'm so close."
It was too much, the intense heat inside her, the grinding, her tongue on his neck. The fire returned, burning more than it had before he'd stopped them.
"Shauna."
She shook her head, her hand knotting in his head, now. Blazing a deep and penetrating stare into him, she moaned, "Come for me, Ascher. Don't be afraid. I want you to come for me."
That did it. His control vanished, leaving his primitive nature behind. A fuse blew in his brain as his wild and uninhibited side slipped out. He growled then clutched her hips, roughly thrusting himself into her.
If you would like to buy a copy of The Progeny, here are some buy links for you-
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Progeny-ebook/dp/B0074535P6/ref=sr_1_1_title_0_main?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1328127665&sr=1-1
Amazon Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Progeny-Ashlynne-Laynne/dp/1470141604/ref=sr_1_1_title_1_pap?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1330639326&sr=1-1
Amazon Kindle UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Progeny-ebook/dp/B0074535P6/ref=pd_rhf_se_p_t_2
Barnes and Noble Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-progeny-ashlynne-laynne/1108540255?ean=2940014108355&itm=1&usri=the+progeny+by+ashlynne+laynne
Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/128489
All Romance E-books: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-theprogeny-726383-139.html
About Ashlynne:
Ashlynne Laynne has always had a soft spot in her heart for vampires but grew tired of the garlic fearing, sun loathing creatures of old. An avid horror movie fan, she tends to enjoy media and music that is of a younger, more eclectic nature. This was the catalyst for her writing The Progeny. The vampire/witch pairing is unique and different when most books pair vampires with werewolves.
The infinite possibilities, for such a wickedly unique couple, intrigued her. There is no shortage of romance, steam and surprises in The Progeny. These books are for adults and contain adult sensuality and themes, but minimal profanity. She loves writing on the edge and teetering between the erotica and romance genres. She thinks of Ascher and Shauna as the damned version of Romeo and Juliet.
She's currently working on book two of the series entitled Blood Bonds. In her spare time, Ashlynne enjoys cooking, reading and spending time with her family. Ashlynne juggles the hats of wife, mother, full time employee and part-time writer, hoping to write full time one day soon.
Ashlynne lives in North Carolina with her husband and teenage son.
Connect with Ashlynne Online:
Twitter: @qlane
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Many thanks to Ashlynne for visiting today. xx
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