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All You Can Eat

There’s now a Table of Contents for the upcoming anthology “All You Can Eat – A buffet of lesbian romance and erotica”. Editors Andi Marquette and R.G. Emanuelle have put together this mouth-watering feast which includes my story “Tomato Lady”.

Check out the stories! “All You Can Eat” will be available later this month from Ylva Publishing.

Introduction

Appetizers

“Fresh Fruit” by Ashley Bartlett

“The Luscious Tarte Aux Fraises” by Historia

“Whining and Dining” by Jae

“Burn” by Rebekah Weatherspoon

Entrées

“Tomato Lady” by Cheyenne Blue

“East Meets West” by Karis Walsh

“Dessert Platter” by Victoria Oldham

“Appetizing” by Cheri Crystal

“Sugar and ’Shine” by Andi Marquette

Desserts

“Vanilla Extract” by Jove Belle

“Smorgasbord” by R.G. Emanuelle

“Crème Brûlée” by Sacchi Green

“Turn the Tables” by Yvonne Heidt

Stop Eavesdropping!

I’m guest posting over at Smutters today.

My post, “Stop Eavesdropping!” talks about the things you can hear in unlikely places.

Come check me out.

Summer for Sommer (in winter)

I live in Australia, where we are lucky enough to have a pretty decent free health system. But for ten years, I lived in the States and I remember well the horrors of the healthcare system, and the fucking unfairness of it all. Companies take your money when you’re well, but when you’re sick, or just sick of reading the small print, you’re dropped like a wormy apple. Faster.

Sommer Marsden, whom you doubtless know and love (and if you don’t, well, you should), has a husband, and her husband has cancer, and their health insurance company is doing what health insurance companies do best and not paying. Bastards.

But Sommer has a friend, Alison Tyler, whom you also doubtless know and love (and if you don’t, well, welcome back from outer space) and Alison has put together an anthology. It’s a fantastic anthology. Amazing. Look at the cover! Look at the table of contents. Drool a bit. And then go and buy it. Because, not only is the anthology stupendous, not only is it only 99c, but (and this is the best bit) all the proceeds go to Sommer and her family.

It’s winter here in Oz, but it will always be a steamy summer as long as Summer Loving is in the house.

Alison says that Sommer will get the most royalties if you buy from Amazon. So buy it. Please. There’s also a paperback version.

Foreword: Angell Brooks

Moon Lovers by Donna George Storey

Housework Can Wait by

Sophia Valenti

Heat Upon Heat by Lucy Felthouse

Fireworks Display by

Emerald

Summer Surrender by Jodie Griffin

Tell Me by May Deva

Summer Lightning by Teresa Noelle Roberts

To Hell with Sunset by A.M. Hartnett

The Chaperone by Primula Bond

Hot as Ice by Sammi Lou Thorne

Protection by Elise Hepner

An Oven on Broil by Tenille Brown

Summer in December by

Tamsin Flowers

Splash by Kathleen Delaney-Adams

Hot Tomato by Thomas S. Roche

Arizona, Ireland, New

England by Cheyenne Blue

Baby, It’s Hot Outside by

Delilah Night

Summer School by Rachel Kramer Bussel

Night Swimming by Justine Elyot

When In Nice by Alison

Tyler 




Willsin Rowe did the remarkable cover. And Selena Kitt at eXcessica will be publishing the anthology with all proceeds going to benefit Sommer and her family.

Guest Post: Leigh Ellwood and Sci Spanks

Hello, everybody. Leigh Ellwood here, and I’m thrilled to announce I’m part of a new anthology called Sci Spanks. This is a collection of 15 shorts on a theme – naturally science fiction with spanking. My contribution, “Skin,” came to me as I racked my brains to think of a story. A martini or two later, and it happened.

You may or may not be familiar with my work, but BDSM and kink are not sub-genres I write often. I don’t read much BDSM, just a few authors, and I know writing kink requires research so the stories are accurate and do not misrepresent the Lifestyle. Since this book deals mainly with spanking, though, I felt it was okay for me to participate. The science fiction setting allowed me a bit of creative license as well. I placed my heroine in a precarious situation where a law was accidentally broken, but her captain manages to make it easier by becoming involved in the interplanetary conflict. I don’t want to spoil it for anybody, but Sci Spanks is only 99 cents and a great collection if you enjoy light kink, other worlds, and a variety of pairings.

I invite you to preview Sci Spanks below and to drop me a line on Twitter @LeighEllwood if you have read and enjoyed it. I don’t know if I’ll write more spanking stories after this, but the feedback is good I never say never.

The Sci Spanks Anthology 2014

Featuring stories by Anastasia Vitsky, Leigh Ellwood, Maren Smith, Olivia Starke, Eve Langlais, Louisa Bacio, Kate Richards, Carole Cummings, Jessica E. Subject, Cathy Pegau, Sue Lyndon, Natasha Knight, Erzabeth Bishop, Eva Lefoy, and Anne Ferrer Odom

Published July 15, 2014

Buy Now!

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Sci Spanks 2014 offers fifteen sexy spanking stories from fifteen authors. You’ll find everything from sweet, tender romance to laugh-out-loud humor and references to old-school science fiction popular culture. You’ll find a mixture of romantic pairings, from M/F to F/F to M/M. Some stories are harsher, while others appeal to the softest-hearted romantic. Sit back, relax, and enjoy!

About the Stories

Skin by Leigh Ellwood

Different planets abide by different rules, and when Andromeda breaks one she must accept the punishment. When her ship’s captain elects to administer the penalty, she finds being the bad girl feels quite good.

Bred for Love: Tika is Chosen by Eve Langlais

Abducted and raised in a commune on a planet with two indigo suns, Tika has no idea she’s part of a specialized breeding program created to provide healthy human females to men of power in need of a perfect mate.

But Tika has no intention of behaving. What she doesn’t count on is her new owner enjoying the challenge.

Taliasman by Anastasia Vitsky

“If I had been born a boy, I would have followed in my father’s footsteps to become a tradesman. Because I was a girl, he sold me instead.” So begins the tale of Talia, a woodworker’s daughter who is sold for a sackful of gold. Queen Vina appears at the cottage of Talia, a nineteen year old whose family is too poor for her to marry. Vina takes Talia to her palace, and the girl discovers unexpected love.

Oh, What the Hell by Maren Smith

May has for a long time now suffered in her attraction to shipmate, Vek. That Vek is a praying mantis-like Klik’vok is entirely beside the point. Her fickle woman’s heart has spoken and tonight is the night she’s going to do something about it. Because surely, once a woman gets past the whole “bug exterior” thing, then any other obstacles must be easy, right?

Replicated Consequences by Jessica E. Subject

After Darryl Malloy’s wife is killed in combat, he doesn’t expect to find her standing on his door step. Only she is not his wife, but a clone, armed with a paddle.

What’s a Moon Colony without a Spanking Franchise? by Kate Richards

But Harlan, a simple college professor and trainee of The Trainer isn’t sure how well his tools will work in the lower gravity chosen by the denizens of this strange place. What he needs is someone to try them out on. But the client who presents herself is not exactly the girl next door…

No More Lizards by Sue Lyndon

Anya is determined to help her stern alien husband, Roc, find his sense of humor. Putting a native lizard-like creature known as an ebbra under their bedcovers seems like a good idea. It’s funny. At least Anya thinks so…until her husband decides a certain naughty little prankster needs to go over his knee. Will Anya ever succeed in coaxing a smile out of Roc, or is the cultural divide between them too great to find some common ground?

Red Moon Rising by Erzabet Bishop

When you can’t be who you are where do you turn? When you thought the love of your life was lost only to find her again how do you choose between yesterday and tomorrow.

A hereditary witch, Detective Devi Watson fought long and hard to become a cop in a witch hating world. Forced to turn her back on her coven and her family she lost everything that mattered most.

Her girl Astrid included. Some choices a woman should never have to make. When witches begin to die and Astrid is threatened, the carefully constructed wall around Devi’s past begins to crumble.

Who is she? Hereditary witch or a student of law and logic? Can Devi reconcile the demons that haunt her and face the red moon rising…

Taming the Wolf by Anne Odom

The time machine is broken, and there’s a wolf in the control room. What’s an inventor to do when his project is failing, his lover is wicked, and his patience is stretched?

Research Purposes Only by Eva Lefoy

From my research, species across the galaxy have one thing in common: they all have some hidden kink. Whether its tentacle restraints, breath play or even the more uncommon fire play, they all have tricks up their sleeve. Join me as I visit the Utai and get a first-hand taste of how sweet their punishment for a simple crime can be.

Jen & Maddy by Cathy Pegau

When Maddy stops by her girlfriend’s lab, she helps by testing the mind-reading equipment. To her shock, all of her deepest longings are laid bare. Will she scare Jen away, or will they take their relationship to the next level?

Flame on a Fire by Carole Cummings c

Exposition and development masquerading as a PWP. Or vice versa. Depending on your perspective. But hey, either way—bondage!

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About Leigh Ellwood

I am Leigh Ellwood. I write smutty stories about people who like getting naked and having sex. Some have more sex than others, some have sex with people of the same gender, some have sex with more than one person, and still others have sex with toys and things that require the use of batteries. My stories range from a few thousand words to well past 70k. My books are available at Amazon, B&N, Smashwords, Kobo, and ARe. Really, just type my name in any bookstore site and something is bound to show up.

Please stalk me online for news about my books and crazy adventures.

http://www.leighellwood.com

http://leighwantsfood.blogspot.com

http://twitter.com/LeighEllwood

http://www.facebook.com/leighellwoodauthor

Forbidden Fruit – the cover

Here it is! The cover for “Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire” due out from Ladylit next month. Isn’t it beautiful!

This beautiful cover lies on top of this mouthwatering table of contents:

Our Woman by Rebecca Lynne Fullan

Hands Off by Ava-Ann Holland

Shelter by Jean Roberta

Ungodly Ours by Allison Wonderland

The Rules by Rachel O. Esplanade

The Further Adventures of Miss Scarlet by Emily L. Byrne

Sunset, Sunrise by Sacchi Green

The Clinton County Horse Thief Society by Axa Lee

Freedom by Harper Bliss

Ascending Amelia by Erzabet Bishop

Bachelorette Party by Beth Wylde

Thanks to Irene by Nicole Wolfe

Ash by Niki Crow

The Law of Reciprocity by Laila Blake

Shallow End by L.C. Spoering

The First Stone by Lisabet Sarai

Out for the Count by Cheyenne Blue

I can’t stop drooling, both at the cover and the line up.

Forbidden Fruit – the table of contents

Over the last couple of weeks I’ve been working on the manuscript for my upcoming anthology “Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire” that will be published by Ladylit in August.

Here, for your delectation, is the table of contents. Take a look! Cast your eyes down this list. Authors you know, authors you love, authors you will soon know and love if you read the book.

“Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire” will be out in August. Watch this space.

Our Woman by Rebecca Lynne Fullan

Hands Off by Ava-Ann Holland

Shelter by Jean Roberta

Ungodly Ours by Allison Wonderland

The Rules by Rachel O. Esplanade

The Further Adventures of Miss Scarlet by Emily L. Byrne

Sunset, Sunrise by Sacchi Green

The Clinton County Horse Thief Society by Axa Lee

Freedom by Harper Bliss

Ascending Amelia by Erzabet Bishop

Bachelorette Party by Beth Wylde

Thanks to Irene by Nicole Wolfe

Ash by Niki Crow

The Law of Reciprocity by Laila Blake

Shallow End by L.C. Spoering

The First Stone by Lisabet Sarai

Out for the Count by Cheyenne Blue

Editing the Amateur Anthology

I’m guest blogging today, over at Delilah Devlin’s blog (she of the wonderful “Cowboy Lust” and “Cowboy Heat” anthologies). I’m talking about my experience editing an anthology of local writing in Ireland. A wonderful (and frustrating) time, that also spawned quite a few stories.

Check me out!

Love of Inanimate Objects

I have an emotional attachment to a Volvo 244.

People look at me askance when I say that. They could probably understand it if my love object was something modern and shiny and cost a year’s wages, but my Volvo is 34 years old, with peeling paintwork and rust holes you can put your fist in. Half the people I work with are younger than that. And, let’s face it, Volvos are not sexy. They’re more likely to be associated with slow drivers in pork pie hats than with anything desirable and exciting.

But I don’t care. I love my car.

We have other cars. Like most people outside of a city, we’re reliant on them for transport, and we felt that a 34 year old Volvo was probably not reliable enough for rural living. So we have a 4×4 and a work ute as well. But if my partner says to me, “Which car are you going to take?” the answer is usually the same: “I’ll take Lord Volvomort.” And as it happens, he IS the most reliable, and certainly costs the least to maintain.

He came to us from a friend who was going into hospital, and wouldn’t be able to drive when he came out. So I bought Lord Volvomort as a favor really, for $300, which was a fair price for a banger. Somehow he passed the Safety Certificate (I’m still not exactly sure how). I figured I’d drive him until the rego ran out in six months, or until he spluttered to a halt by the side of the road, whichever came first. Four years later, he’s still going. Best $300 I ever spent.

Lord Volvomort has peeling gold paint, stained velour seats, a sunroof, and electric windows. Not bad for 1980, eh? The sunroof handle falls off roughly every fourth use, and the driver’s seat has springs sticking out of it. I put a towel over it to avoid ripping my pants. The engine is fading, and we need a good head of speed at the bottom to chug over the hill coming up to the house. I sympathize; my days of hill sprints are over as well. The head gasket is shot but glued together sufficiently with something murky from a bottle. The power steering pump is also rooted, but a dose of something viscous and pink along with a weekly top of power steering fluid keeps it going. There’s a mysterious rattle under the dash, and an indicator that works sporadically for no apparent reason. I reverse him 300m up a dirt track because he can’t do tight turns without losing the entire contents of the power steering reservoir onto the driveway. Lord VVM has 348,000 km on the clock, but the real mileage is considerably more, as the odometer ground to a halt nearly 3 years ago.

For 2 years, he was my daily commuter car, 50km up the highway to work and 50km back. Now, he’s having an easier life, doing only 60km a day. He needs some simultaneous left-foot braking and right foot revving to keep him going when it’s cold, but once going, Lord VVM reaches cruising altitude on the highway and keeps at the 110km speed limit all the way. Well, all the way apart from the hilly bits.

I love my car. I love his rattly operation successfully drowned out by his rather good stereo. I love how he handles. He’s smooth to drive, hugs the road beautifully and he takes the corners better than the 4wd, which wallows like a yacht in a gale, or the ute which, unless laden, hops in the rear like a bronco. Lord VVM and I have had our Top Gear moments on that hill road, a few Star in a Reasonably Priced Car commentaries – although I’ve eased up a bit since I nearly ended up in the creek at the S bend a couple of times trying to find out exactly how fast I could take the curve.

I let shopping trolleys nudge his battered sides. His cavernous boot doubles as a storage unit for the rear sears for the 4wd. I can see the brilliant night sky through his sunroof, or have the sun on my face.

There’s a shiny patch on his steering wheel, as every time I drive him, I rub my thumb over it, a little caress. A small appreciative sign: hey, you’re still here and I’m still here with you. Most people laugh at him, or even sneer. My last boss refused to ride in him. Lord Volvomort and I don’t mind. Sometimes – not very often – I meet people who understand. A plumber I met recently told me about his Volvo – a full 10 years younger than mine, but just as loved. And there’s someone reading this right now—you know who you are—who misses her old 244. Getting roadkill home with an SUV just isn’t as easy.

You’re probably expecting me to make comparisons at this point. Maybe a joke about how my partner should trade both Lord VVM and I for younger models with better bodywork. Or something stirring about never giving up, and the joys of age and experience.

Sorry, none of that. I just wanted to talk about how much I love my Volvo.

Here he is. Isn’t he beautiful.

Forbidden Fruit and Wild Girls

There’s a bit of crossover in the subject line. I’m referring to the upcoming anthology “Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire” for which I am the editor, which will be published by Ladylit later this year. I’m also referring to “Wild Girls, Wild Nights: True Lesbian Sex Stories” edited by Sacchi Green, published by Cleis Press, which has just scooped the Lambda Literary Award for Best Lesbian Erotica.

There will be more than a few wild girls in “Forbidden Fruit” and there are a few stories of unwise desire in “Wild Girls”.

Mainly though, this post is to say that the lineup for “Forbidden Fruit” is complete. I’m very excited about the line up. A table of contents will follow soon, but for the moment, I want to tell you that there are seventeen wonderful, amazing, and awesome stories from seventeen wonderful, amazing, and awesome writers. The line up includes names you will recognize that will set your loins aflutter with anticipation, as well as some talented newbie writers.

I can’t wait to post the TOC (but first I have to finalize the order, a very pleasant task).

As for the Wild Girls, I am very proud to be a part of the line up of this award-winning book. Sacchi did a wonderful job assembling such fine stories. Congratulations on your Lammy, Sacchi! Congratulations to my fellow writers who are included in this book.

(I love happy posts, don’t you?)

Pronoun Hell

I’m guest posting today, over at Emily Byrnes’ blog, talking about all the hes and shes and shes and shes that make up my own personal erotica writing nightmare.

Come and visit me (and read some of the other excellent posts over there too.)