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Welcoming Victoria Vane to my blog...

Please welcome Victoria Vane to my blog to promote her hot, erotic Devil DeVere series available from Breathless Press. And take it away, Ms. Vane!




More than Just Sex by Victoria Vane
By far my greatest challenge since re-inventing myself as an erotic romance author, has been the erotic part, for the key to writing erotic romance is not found in describing sex in graphic positions and detail, but in using sex to show emotional intimacy. Bringing genuine emotion into a story is one of the most difficult undertakings of any writer, but to integrate this into sex scenes is exponentially harder. In erotic romance, as opposed to erotica, the focus of love scenes should be much more than titillation. Well written love scenes should reveal something about the characters (emotion), as well as serving to advance the plot.
Although the novellas that comprise the Devil DeVere series are closely connected, and in essence tell a continuing story,  each has a distinctly different theme and tone with the sex scenes geared to support that theme.
In the first novella of the series, the romantic comedy, A WILD NIGHT'S BRIDE, I used a strong element of fantasy. This evinces itself in several ways. Phoebe is an actress who adopts her stage persona in order to find a protector. When she meets the hero, Ned, it is in a high-end brothel that is staging a fantasy reenactment of Otaheitian fertility rites. On top of that, the culminating scene between the hero and heroine occurs in the King's bedchamber at St. James Palace. It's all rather over-the-top but it works because of the fantasy elements. In the following excerpt we can see Ned's internal struggle between his guilt and desire, and Phoebe's eagerness to do anything to make him surrender.
Excerpt:
"But now there is a new game I wish to play. It is a fantasy. Have you ever fantasized, dear Ned? Have you ever imagined wicked things you would never dare voice aloud?" She ground her pubis against his erection and could almost hear his armor of resolve cracking. "Look about you. You are in the King of England's bedchamber. The most powerful men in the civilized world have cavorted in this very same bed. Charles alone had what, fifteen mistresses? What decadent and sinful things must have happened here. What wicked things we could do together." She looked at him with a sultry smile. "Now I ask, my darling, do you wish to play?"
Who the devil was she? What was she up to? She was like two different women inhabiting a single body. Ned's head, having never fully recovered from the kava or the brandy, was spinning.
"This wager," he said, wrapping his large hands about her tiny wrists and pulled her arms behind her back. "The danger. It excites you."
Her pick tongue darted over her lips, giving him confirmation. She had confessed to playing a game, using him for her own pleasure, but he knew she lied. He could read the deception in her guileless blue eyes, but her quickening breath and hardening nipples bore witness that her desire was assuredly real.
She was aroused, irresistibly so. In the dark confines of the closet, he had explored the curves of her body, had smelled her desire, but had been denied the visual treat. His restraint was slipping. Fast. Thinking to intimidate her, to get the truth out of her, he loomed over her with a tightened grip. "You truly wish to play this out?" He backed her slowly toward the bed, but to his consternation, she refused to back down.
She met him with a brazen gaze. "Yes."
Her reply shot a bolt of carnal hunger straight to his groin. Damn her for taking it this far! But if she truly wished to play the wanton with him, as all signsindicated—why the devil should he continue to resist? With agonizing awareness, he sensed the wetness pooling between her thighs, while he stubbornly grappled with the remaining shreds of his conscience. "Do you understand what you're doing?" he asked, his need growing rampant, uncontainable.
"I've been celibate three years. The closet was one thing. Taking you into this bed is quite another. I won't be gentle. I'm more than likely to fuck you senseless."
"Yes," she whispered. "I know what I'm doing. And I know what you need."
She gazed into his eyes and ran her tongue over luscious pink lips. He was instantly stiff as a spike. He closed his eyes, yet her voice filled his ears with dark and illicit promise. Bloody hell, but it was too much! Far more than any mortal man could be expected to resist.
"I will do anything you want," she said. "Anything at all. You will be the king, Ned...and I will be your whore."
In THE VIRGIN HUNTRESS we have quite another scenario with the willful and untamable Vesta. In one of the earliest scenes in the book, Vesta stages a runaway horse, which exemplifies the untamable theme. In their first love scene, Hew is determined to use her own passionate nature to master her.
Excerpt:
He knew she was more than ready for him. Even with his dearth of first-hand experience, he recognized the intensity of her arousal. It was present in every soft sound of pleasure she made, the way her body responded under the lightest touch and—God help him—the essence of her sex. His hands stroked her smooth thighs, moving steadily upward, while his mouth made its own stealthy descent. He wanted to bury his face in her mons and drink in the downy texture and tangy scent of aroused woman. The thought alone nearly undid him, so overwhelming was the realization of his erotic dreams to his deprived senses.
But Hew was supremely self-possessed, and this was, indeed, an exercise in discipline. Experience had already taught him the futility of trying to rein Vesta in by any conventional means, for she was governed only by her passions. Thus, he would use passion to govern her.
"Spread your legs for me, Vesta" he commanded.
"But—"
"Do you wish me to touch you again?"
"Yes, I do. Truly!" She gasped.
"Then do what I ask of you."
"But, Hew! You mustn't!" She cried out when he nuzzled her nest of curls, inhaling deeply of her heady perfume. "It's… indecent!"
"Says who?" He chuckled. "Have you not read the Scriptures, Vesta? "Awake, O north wind, and come, wind of the south, Make my garden breathe out fragrance, let its spices be wafted abroad. May my beloved come into his garden and eat its choice fruits."
"You can't possible think that means…"
He cocked a brow at her. "After extensive meditation on it, indeed, I do, my dearest."
He parted her quivering thighs, allowing himself to finally gaze upon the exotic garden he had hitherto only imagined. "And what a lovely and fragrant garden you have."
She made a half-hearted sound of protest as he gently parted her nether lips for more intimate exploration. Unfurled before his eyes like a hothouse flower, she resembled an orchid in truth, all delicate folds, so pink and slick and soft against his tongue. He took his initial taste of her desire, and Hew felt something akin to drunkenness, intoxication by lust. It was sheer agony to his throbbing cock to touch her, to kiss her so intimately, knowing she wanted him, writhed for him.
Yet he gently licked and kissed each part of her, watching, listening to her sultry sounds, learning her body and responding to her cues, resolved to bring her into submission if it killed him. "You may lower your arms now," he instructed, "for I wish to see you touch your breasts."
"You want me to…"
"You heard me," he said. "I want you to fondle your breasts while I kiss your sex. Your obedience is wanting, Vesta. Perhaps I should desist?"
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Lastly, in THE DEVIL YOU KNOW my theme is secrets, for most of the key characters are hiding something. In the following excerpt, Diana's world has shattered which leads her to finally succumb to DeVere's ruthless pursuit. The loves scene demonstrates that even DeVere is not the heartless rake he would have everyone believe, for underneath his hardened veneer is a man of surprising insight and sensitivity.
Excerpt:
"God, yes," he groaned as he threaded his fingers through her hair. Her rhythm increased with the encouragement, her mouth becoming a voracious vortex of pleasure. Every fiber of his being fired with exquisite sensation. His vision blurred, his sac contracted. He was going to explode hard. But not this way. Not this time.
"Enough," he growled. His bollocks throbbed with agonizing pressure to release his essence. Still, he withdrew from her mouth.
"But you haven't..."
"No. I won't come in your mouth. Not the first time," he said, tamping down the powerful compulsion to do just that. Instead, he flipped her onto her stomach and straddled her thighs. He slid a hand under her belly to raise her hips, and she bucked under him with a strangled sound.
"No! Please don't!" she cried out with a hysterical sob and burrowed her face into the pillow.
Christ Jesus! He turned her over. "Diana, what the devil is wrong?"
Her eyes were wide. She trembled. "Weren't you going to..."
"Sodomize you?" he finished, aghast. "Did he..."
Her lower lip quivered. She nodded mutely.
"That bloody buggering bastard!" His vision blurred again, but this time in blind rage. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply, stroking, soothing. "It's all right, my love. I won't ever do anything to hurt you. Do you understand me, Diana?"
"Yes," she whispered. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't apologize," he said, his fury adding a harsh and unfamiliar edge to his voice. "Just know that whatever we do together is about mutualpleasure. I will never do anything you don't wish me to do."
"I know that now," she said, twining her arms around his neck and kissing him back.
"Do you? Then let us be certain." He pulled her down on top of him.
"What are you doing?"
"Putting you in control," he answered, positioning her thighs on either side of his hips. "We shall start the races early, my dear, for you shall ride me."
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While I endeavor to bring to each of my stories a scorching hot sensuality, in each case,  the sex scenes are geared to emphasize the particular theme of the story by advancing the plot, demonstrating developing intimacy between characters, or by revealing something new about the characters. It's never just about the sex!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR


A lover of history and deeply romantic stories, Victoria Vane combines these elements to craft romantic historical novels and novellas for a mature reading audience. Her writing influences are Georgette Heyer for fabulous witty dialogue and over the top characters, Robin Schone , Sylvia Day, and Charlotte Featherstone for beautifully crafted prose in stories with deep sensuality, and Lila DiPasqua for creative vision in melding history with eroticism. Ms. Vane also writes award nominated romantic historical fiction as Emery Lee (http://authoremerylee.com)

CONTACT:


victoria.vane@hotmail.comWeb: http://authorvictoriavane.comBlog: http://victoriavane.wordpress.comTwitter: @authorvictoriav


And The Exciting Giveaway!
Victoria will give one randomly chosen commenter a download of her first erotic historical romance A Breach of Promise.
Contest through Goddess Fish Promotions, and you can find more dates and times to enter here:

http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/07/nbtm-tour-devil-devere-series-by.html



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The Devil DeVere SeriesByVictoria Vane


(Book #1) A WILD NIGHT'S BRIDE:  

What happens when a struggling actress and a grieving widower come together in a night of unbridled debauchery orchestrated by a bored and machinating rake? With the devil in charge — there will surely be hell to pay!


EXCERPT:  
DeVere, on the other hand, evinced no such qualms. He had already loosened his cravat and was stripping off his coat.

"As I said earlier, there is no need," Phoebe insisted. "A couple of buttons and a raised petticoat are all the business requires."

"How delightfully unromantic you are, my dear!" He chuckled. "But while most men would be charmed to comply with your simple wishes, I have quite another game in mind. One that most definitely requires you to disrobe."
"But what if I don't want to?"
"Oh but you will," he said with a smug smile.
She glared. "You are very sure of yourself!"
He studied his buffed fingernails. "I am sure of Ned. Thus, we must put on a convincing show."
Her brows came together in a deep scowl. "What do you mean? What has Ned to do with this?"
"Everything. And at any moment, I expect him to burst through that door like a raging bull."

(Book #2) THE VIRGIN HUNTRESS:  

Desperate times call for devilish measures…Lady Vesta Chambers is accustomed to getting what she wants, but when the object of her passion has eyes for another, it’s time to take matters in hand!


Excerpt:


"But it is so large and swollen, is it painful?

"No, just uncomfortable. Now, may we stop discussing my …" the appropriate word for feminine ears failed him.
"Phallus?" she offered. "That is what the grooms call it."
"Why are you eavesdropping on grooms?"
"I used to watch the stallions leaping the mares."
"You what!" Hew almost choked.
"Well, how else is a girl with no mother supposed to get any education? Although I doubt Mama would have told me very much. So there's really no reason to be timid, Hew. I already know all about the mating process. And to the best of my knowledge, the stallions never 'ignored it until it went away.' Please feel free to relieve yourself of it. I would even help you if you would like. I'm not the least afraid for I have seen much larger ones."




(Book #3)  THE DEVIL YOU KNOW :  When dealing with the devil it's easy to be burned…especially when passion ignites the flames…
Beautiful, respectable, and dutiful, Lady Diana Palmerston-Wriothesley has long resigned herself to her loveless marriage …until her husband's gambling pushes them to the brink of ruin. Viscount Ludovic, "The Devil DeVere", is a man accustomed to taking what he wants according to his whim until he encounters a woman who won't be had at any price. But will a single night of heavenly passion damn them both forever?


Excerpt:
She wanted him too. He could see it in the rapid rise of her breasts. He could smell her budding arousal and would relish bringing her to full bloom. God, how he loved this dance! She had taken the first tentative steps, yet she still fought her desire, refused to give in to it, but he would lead her now. He was a master…and a ruthless bastard.
He moved behind her, his fingers riffled gently through her hair. He closed his eyes to inhale her faint rose scent mixed with womanly musk. He dipped his head, letting his breath tickle her ear. She shivered. He whispered low and sultry. "Do you wish me to name the ways I can please you? I am delighted to comply if that excites you...although it would please me far more to demonstrate."

(Book #4) THE DEVIL'S MATCH: 
Once burned twice shy… but when old flames come together…passion reignites...

Excerpt:


DeVere rose and came to her, perching himself on the arm of the settle. "My honorable and straitlaced brother could never satisfy a woman like you, Diana. He could never plumb the depths of your passion...unlock your secret desires."
                         
His voice was low and seductive, and the flickering blue fire in his eyes heated her insides. Diana fiercely tamped down the smoldering sensation that threatened to reignite feelings she'd struggled to suppress. "And what would you know of my wants and desires after four years?"
"A great deal." He gave her a slow, confident smile. "Given that I was the one to unleash them."
Diana averted her face with a bitter laugh. "Thus you presume to have an exclusive claim to me?"
"Has any other exerted one?" he asked softly. He reached out a hand and traced a long, manicured finger along her jaw. "You are still unwed, Diana. Have you taken another lover in my absence?"
"It is none of your business whether I have or not, and you are grossly impertinent to ask."
He laughed long and low. "I think I have my answer."
She glared at him, and thus they remained, silently challenging one another for an interminable beat. Then suddenly his mouth was on hers, taking, possessing, as if it was indeed, his singular privilege.
Diana leaned into him, teasing his lower lip with her tongue and sucking it eagerly into her mouth before sinking her teeth into it. Hard. Savoring the coppery taste of his blood.
"What the hell!" DeVere jerked back with a cry. He touched his lip and examined the crimson stain on his fingertip, his expression a mix of outrage and bemusement.
"You took without invitation," Diana said. "It was a warning not to do so again."

Come Hop With Us! The Rainbow Book Reviews Blog Hop is HERE!

The Rainbow Book Reviews Blog Hop is here!Please join us on the hop and welcome Rainbow Book Reviews to the web!
What Writing GLBTQ Literature Means to Me
For me, my books are just GLBTQ literature. I know that's where my books are categorized but for me, the stories I write are simply romance, no matter what gender my characters are. In my stories, love knows no gender or boundaries. 
Writing GLBTQ literature means freedom for me. My characters can be who they want to be and fall in love with who their heart dictates. It means being able to soar next to my characters as their journey takes flight and try to catch them when they fall. 
These stories are fun for me but when I learn how my characters touch readers out there, I count myself lucky to be able to do this. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to all my fans and readers who keep buying my books!
And of course it can be a blog hop without a giveaway!

Choice of my backlist. Easy enough, right? :)
Just comment on this post for a chance to win the prize above and leave your e-mail in secret ninja style.I think you know the deal, but if not, here is how you do it:lori at loritoland dot com
And a winner will be selected and notified on Monday!

Blurring the lines between genders... Persona 4 Arena review

If you've been watching my tweets, I've been playing Persona 4 Arena with my husband. Okay.. he's been playing the video game, I've been nursing a really bad cat scratch. (Only click those links if you are not squeamish) but part of the scratch got infected and now I'm wearing a cling wrap over a medicated pad. (ouch.)

Anyway, watching this game (which I highly recommend) has been a joy! I loved it, revisiting all the characters and even some new ones. In Persona 4, there was a beloved character named Naoto Shirogane, a pint-sized ace detective who carried on the family name by training for the police force.

Naoto blurred the line between genders and not just because she worked with the police. Born a girl with big shoes to fill as she carried on the family name in the detective business, she blurs the gender lines passing for a boy. And the town bad boy Kanji Tatsumi is attracted to Naoto, which confuses him and opens up his own deep-seated doubts about his personality and sexuality.

We don't get to see enough of them in Persona 4 and Persona 4 Arena is just another taste of these multifaceted characters. So anyway, this game is highly recommended by me! :)

Yay! You're a winner! :D

Thanks for helping us celebrate RJ's anniversary of publishing at Silver. What a great pub co :) Anyway, I gave away a choice of my backlist and I've been a little lax in getting started on that. So here are the results:


Vitajex! Woo hoo, congrats! :D


If you want to check the other contests, the links are here.

Thank you for all the lovely comments. You guys are awesome and I keep pushing on writing for y'all!

*hugs and lots of love!*

I'm sure I'll come up with something...

It's a big blog hop! :) Two years ago, Silver Publishing released RJ's first book with them. I remember reading "Oracle" and then "Moments" and cheering her on. I'm excited to see where she is today :)

Here is how I got my start:

Three years ago, I was polishing my manuscript "The Replacement Guitarist" for submission. I had started my next book, which is what all the NY Times best selling authors all told me to do. And in the winter of 2009, I got my first contract. Nine books later (and two more on the way) I don't feel like a veteran writer but apparently I am :) so here's some advice to the newbies getting started.

1. Never stop writing. All of us have received some sort of rejection at some point in our writing careers. Obviously, none of us let it stop us from moving on because now we are published. Don't let anything stop you!

 2. Listen to a revise and resubmit letter. If the editor took the time to write all the problems that exist in your manuscript, something either in your writing or in your manuscript hooked him/her. Otherwise, she would have just sent you a rejection letter. (I also said listen, not obey. If you know these suggestions just aren't going to work for you, move on. Don't try to argue.)

 3. Network with authors, find out what worked for them but please don't send us your complete manuscript. If I had time for that, I would set up an editing service.

 4. Don't take the writing world so seriously. Laugh a little. Have fun around here. Don't start a flame war with a fart torch, okay? I have rubbernecked at too many of these to count them all and the publishing world has the memory of an elephant. They never forget.

 5. Like in Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure: "Be excellent to each other. But most of all...PARTY ON, DUDES!"

 Three years later, I hoped that my one time illness would turn into a distant memory but instead it flared again. What I thought would be a complete nuisance (which make no mistake, this disease cramps my style) has instead inspired others around me to push on and keep going. I was really surprised and touched. 

Expect the unexpected and dive in!

Now for the contest. (I guess I'm having a contest. No one told me I couldn't.)

Comment on this post to win your choice of any of my books. Leave your address in secret ninja style, like this: lori at loritoland dot com okay? :)



Events for this weekend:
An article on the things I have learned over the last two years (and believe me I have learned more but I had to stop writing somewhere!)... this can be found here: http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2012/08/RJScott.html

Articles written by some of my wonderful author friends that are listed below in an anniversary Blog Hop...
Competitions on a lot of my fellow author's pages on the Blog Hop... Click here to visit all the blogs
A facebook page pulling together all of their advice to new (and existing) authors... https://www.facebook.com/GlbtqAuthorResource
A competition on RJ Scott's blog to win a $50 voucher

Apparently I read really fast :)

Source: Staples eReader Department

I've always been a fast reader but I think I broke the Staples eReader. It said I read faster than 555% of the country. :O

Musical Moggies...

This morning I woke up with the sounds of music floating my head. I love writing to music and often times I surf the Top 100 Billboard to hear new songs coming out. Sometimes a new song will trigger a feeling I'm looking to evoke when I'm writing and I'll have to write a new scene. Of course, then that song will go on my soundtrack for that book. When I'm about to release a new book, I add this soundtrack to my blog for your enjoyment :D

I'm building two new soundtracks right now and interestingly enough, both are sequels so they include songs from the previous books. First is: the sequel to Soul Seduction, tentatively named Soul Salvation. Yes, I'm writing a sequel. I thought that was obvious.

Second is: Chains of Gold, which is the sequel to the story I just turned into my editor which is the sequel to The Long Con. And yes again, I am writing a sequel. The egg just didn't get stolen. There is a hint in The Long Con's prologue that clues you in to who stole it.

Which will come first? I don't know. Right now, I'm furiously working on Soul Salvation. The pieces fell into place and I'm running with the inspiration :D

So back to work! Bye for now!

Fight hate with love...

So a couple days ago, I was forwarded an e-mail from one of my friends. It was the e-mail from the FRC apparently going around about Chick-Fil-A to all of their “supporters” about how they are being persecuted by the left wing agenda because they support the true biblical meaning of marriage. (And seriously? I know someone who subscribes to the FRC? I was shocked.)
I’m not blogging today about how wrong their president's statement is. Any person reading my blog knows this is what I think already. This hateful agenda will be proven wrong by history, eventually. It is my hope that this happens sooner rather than later. 


Instead, like normal, I'm blogging about love. Because I write romance and I believe in love, no matter the gender. I also believe in families, which is inclusive of all families. So I'll share my story about my family. 


My parents were married for over 35 years and I am their only child. My mother did give birth to a girl before she met my dad and she was also married and divorced previously before she and my dad said I do. After my mom passed away, he was lucky enough to fall in love again with a lovely woman who had a daughter from a previous marriage. So now, I have a sister! :) Who is coming with me to GRL, by the way (so excited ZOMG) so we are having a sister weekend!


So we may not have a traditional family, or at least not like the president of Chick-Fil-A, who is married to his first wife. I have so many problems with his statement he gave to The Baptist Press News and I'd like to think he realizes his mistake but probably not. 


But I'm focusing not on the hate in his statement but on love because I believe true love will find a way. :)

Welcome to my blog JP Barnaby for her Little Boy Lost: Sacrificed tour! - The Beauty of BDSM

For the Sacrificed tour, I asked Ms. Barnaby to talk about BDSM and when I saw the pictures, I had all sorts of happy tingles. So now I'm going to hand it over to here.

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The Beauty of BDSM—One Submissive’s Perspective
Anyone that follows my work closely knows that A House of Cards: Deconstructing Ethanis somewhat autobiographical in nature. As a child, I was sexually traumatized which has affected my perspectives on sex and relationships. What few people know is that as a result of that perception and my growing submissive tendencies, I “fell in love” with a guy, as much as a screwed up girl can at eighteen. At that point in my life, I was so confused about what a romantic relationship should be that I did everything I could to make him happy. Young and incredibly naïve, I found out I was pregnant just days before my high school graduation. My daughter was born the following March with a heart defect so severe that it required transplantation. She died five months later when her transplanted heart rejected just six days after surgery.


[image error] So, why the hell am I telling you this?
Lots of people get into the BDSM lifestyle because it’s something they enjoy. They love the intimacy and the beauty of it. Like Master Ethan in A House of Cards, I got into BDSM to help me find some way to control the shit in my head. I’ve been accused of writing only broken or damaged BDSM characters. What those critics don’t understand is that all of my characters are broken because in some ways, I am broken. I use writing as therapy because the pills and the shrinks didn’t do a hell of a lot for me. I had to find my own way to cope with all the things in my life that ran right over me or I wasn’t going to survive. I found writing, and I found BDSM—they are the two things in my life that keep me going.  So when other people combine them in a way that doesn’t honor them, both individually and collaboratively, it irks me.



[image error] For example, the right way to contrast non-BDSM players with BDSM players is “vanilla” not “normal”. We are normal. Everyone has different interests. I wouldn’t call someone abnormal because they like to knit or square dance, though I could never imagine myself doing either of those things. I like to put myself into the hands of a powerful man and submit to him because it makes me feel safe. I don’t have to think about when my next book is due, what code is breaking at work, or even how badly I’m going to fuck up my next public appearance. I just need to focus on one thing, him—the sound of his voice in my ear, the anticipation of what he has planned for me, and the feeling of his ropes against my skin.


[image error] People who aren’t in the lifestyle look at what we do as deviant. They can’t understand how I can let some guy “hit me” or “boss me around”. That’s fine, they don’t have to understand it, but don’t condemn me for something you don’t understand. I don’t understand what it’s like to be transgendered. I have absolutely no frame of reference for it. But, I have transgendered friends that I love and I applaud their bravery for standing against the world and saying “No, thisis me.” I want to be that brave.

[image error] Some authors write rape and abuse into their fics, which I don’t disagree with –it absolutely happens and they have every right to write it into fiction, but don’t slap a BDSM label on it just because the character is bound. There are no hard and fast rules for BDSM relationships, but there is a guideline that is generally accepted—“safe, sane, and consensual”. Those three words define responsible BDSM relationships. Therefore, by that definition, rape cannot be tagged as BDSM because it is not safe, sane, or consensual. It’s destructive, damaging, and done by force which is contrary to everything that we practice. While abuse is subjective in each individual relationship, it is also described very clearly by the reactions of the character. If the tone of the work clearly shows that the character is being abused, it’s not BDSM, it’s abuse and should be classified as such. While I do realize that books are generally classified by the publisher not the author, it is the responsibility of the author to disagree when something is mislabeled.


[image error] When an author writes about subject matter with which the reader is unfamiliar, they are perceived either consciously or subconsciously as an authority. For example, I read Rowan Speedwell’s Florentine Treasure and assumed she was fluent in renaissance art. She wrote it with such command and detail, that’s the perception I had. Well, come to find out, she is—so the perception in that case was correct. But if you look at, say Fifty Shades of Grey by E. L. James, those of us who live the lifestyle recognize her shortcomings, but those unfamiliar with the subject would not even though she admitted to having no experience with the acts she wrote. When some housewife in suburbia walks out of her house and goes to look for a Dom to play with because she read about it in a book, she’ll have absolutely no realistic concept of what she’s asking. When she’s injured, it won’t be laid at E. L. James’s feet, but at ours because of our so-called “deviant” lifestyle.
The trust and intimacy involved in a BDSM relationship is beautiful and complex. Putting yourself into someone else’s hands for discipline, patience, and pleasure is an amazing rush. Without experiencing it firsthand, it’s difficult to do justice to the emotion associated with that perfect session with someone you trust. But whether you have a taste for the flogger, leather cuffs, or maybe a toy or two from your Master’s treasure chest, it’s an experience that should be savored and therefore written with reverence.

[image error] About J. P. BarnabyAs a bisexual woman, J.P. is a proud member of the GLBT community both online and in her small town on the outskirts of Chicago. A member of Mensa, she is described as brilliant but troubled, sweet but introverted, and talented but deviant. She spends her days writing software and her nights writing erotica, which is, of course, far more interesting. The spare time that she carves out between her career and her novels is spent reading about the concept of love, which, like some of her characters, she has never quite figured out for herself.
Website: http://www.jpbarnaby.comTwitter: http://www.twitter.com/JPBarnabyFacebook: http://www.Facebook.com/JPBarnaby

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The Little Boy Lost blog tour continues June 25th – July 24th . Make sure to comment at each stop for more chances to win some really great prizes such as an entire series autographed to you by J. P. Barnaby. For additional entries – tweet about the tour including @JPBarnaby and #LittleBoyLost.


Tour Schedule: http://www.jpbarnaby.com/?p=637


[image error] Little Boy Lost is a coming of age story about two teenage boys—Brian McAllister and Jamie Mayfield—growing up gay in rural Alabama. The six book series chronicles their lives as they navigate through peers, parents, and porn, desperately searching for the perfect combination of circumstances in which they can be together. Through their journey, they find friends, pain, acceptance, loss, and most importantly, themselves.


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July 2 – July 9th, Dreamspinner Press will offer the first book in the Little Boy Lost series for free on their site http://www.DreamspinnerPress.com) and books 2-5 at 20% off in celebration of the release of the final book, Sacrificed.


Reviews for Little Boy Lost
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This is a compulsively readable book. I sat down with it the other day, intending just to skim it for this re-review, but within a few pages I was pulled completely into the story just like I was last year. Brian and Jamie are wonderful characters, beautifully drawn and realized. 




[image error]They experience the wonder and excitement of their first love, going through each step: a touch, a kiss, an embrace, and more. At the same time, they are terrified of what might happen to them should anyone find out about their relationship. They live in a very small town in Alabama where faggot jokes and homophobia are the norm. How do they reconcile their feelings for each other with the reality of the time and place in which they are living? – JesseWave
[image error]What this author does in ABANDONED is just amazing, it is a pure and honest kind of writing that bares the soul of a seventeen, going on eighteen year old. It offers the worst of circumstances in which various forms of love can ignite, nourish and inspire Brian on his journey. I never expected to experience such a strong connection to the person Brian is. I’m still amazed by it and savoring it every chance I get. ABANDONED blew me away as J.P. Barnaby continues the story of memorable characters who just go for your heart. This is just about as good as it gets in the M/M genre! – Leontine’s Book Realm









Thank you very much JP for stopping by! The Little Boy lost series has always intrigued me and it's an excellent read. I can't wait to get started on the final book in the series!

Submission feels good :)

Mom, are you done with that story yet?

Yes, Cheddar baby. I'm done! The sequel to The Long Con is in to my editor and I'm relieved. I really enjoyed the story but my mind was running ahead to a couple new projects I'm working on, including a Sci-Fi trilogy I can't wait to start. That should be lots of fun :D And of course the next book in the SOCA series, featuring two new to you characters that I think you all will love. 
So I'm back to work at my day job ordering supplies and making sure this place runs well. :D Yay! 
Stop by on the 21st for a special blog post from JP Barnaby on her tour for Little Boy Lost: Sacrifice. It is not to be missed. There are lots of pretttttttty pictures :O yeah baby!