Sable Jordan's Blog, page 3
December 15, 2011
If It Isn't Love...?
"Why does it feel this way?" ~ New Edition
For those of you singing along in your head:
(80's hottie boy band moment over...for now. *lifts brow*)
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Hey peeps! I know it's been a minute. INKing, as usual, but I had to take a micro break to announce my new release, If It Isn't Love...?, out TODAY!! No, it doesn't feature Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, or Mike (or even Mr. Sensitivity himself, Ralph, HA!) but it DOES have two new and exciting characters, Zaria and Derek, and the first of what I hope will be many a mischievous moment for them, and possibly a slew of other characters. Anyhow, here's the sitch:
Title: If It Isn't Love...?Publisher: eXcessicaWord Count: 7K shortPrice: 99¢Category: Humorous erotica
Blurb: College students Zaria and Derek are in love. Well, Zaria's in love; Derek's in "ditto". And when he says as much in the middle of things getting hot and heavy, an upset Zaria sends her clueless boyfriend on a store run for the one thing a guy would rather die before buying—pads. The thought alone mortifies Derek, but he'll do anything for his girl. Will a chance encounter with a stranger make Derek realize his mistake? And can Zaria figure out a suitable reward for a lesson learned? It's episode number 1 of the College Experience; Class is in session.
Excerpt:
So here we are on her bed, seven months later, dab-smack in the middle of things getting hot and heavy, and she's still staring at me like I'm the largest conundrum –her word– on earth.
"Z, what's the matter?"
"I'm not feeling too good," she finally responded, and I wish she'da said it sooner. Little Derek hates standing up for nothing.
"Is it something you ate?"
She hopped up, bringing my eyes to those perfectly rounded breasts, dark nipples erect. Two supple mouthfuls of chocolaty goodness. Damn but she's gorgeous. Her back to me, my eyes took in the shape of her body. Z has a nice athletic build; flat stomach melding into a narrow waist that flares into curvy hips and ass. I love her ass. Well-rounded globes excellent for gripping in the moment—or any moment for that matter. Mesmerized, I watched her jean-painted hips sway on her way to the bathroom. Never a good sign. A couple minutes later she emerged, clutching her belly.
"You all right?"
"Umm… No, actually. Cramps." Her beautiful face was distorted in a tight grimace. "That time of the month." She dropped onto her bed and curled into a ball.
Shit.
"So that means…" I trailed off, hoping she understood my inference. "'Cause I don't mind if you don't." Don't blame me; blame Little Derek. He's in total control right now—to be followed a little later by my stomach, my bladder, and my PS3 in that order. It's almost ten at night so too late for sports.
Z eyed me from her fetal position and cringed. "First…eewww. Second, it means right now I need you to do me a favor and go to the store. I'm out of stuff."
Guys pay attention. When a woman says she's out of "stuff" it means one of two things. Either she's out of birth control and you're not getting any, or she's out of feminine crap and you're not getting any. So grab the lotion, 'cause you're not getting any.
I felt Little Derek slump a bit in defeat, but he's an optimistic guy and the thought of lotion had him back in fighting form in no time.
"Would you go to the store for me?" she asked again, all sad. I hated seeing her in pain, but the thought of going for her…stuff made me shiver. There are some places where a guy's gotta draw the line. I mean, what's next? Drinking triple venti sugar free, non-fat, no foam, extra caramel macchiatoes with heavy whip while we do mani-pedies and watch Lifetime? Plus, I've never had to get…stuff for anyone before. It's like being a girl and buying condoms. Sure you could do it, but you don't want to 'cause the cashier's gonna look at you weird.
"Please?" she moaned, batting those huge eyelashes of hers. "I'd go but I can't move right now."
The groan got swallowed in my throat and I reached for my shirt. I shrugged into it and pulled on my sweatshirt before standing from the bed and grabbing my keys, phone, and wallet off the dresser. Still half naked, Z rolled onto her other side, clenching her eyes shut in pain. I had to go. There was no way I could let her go without her…stuff, right?
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If It Isn't Love...? is in stores NOW! And for less than a buck? #AWESOMESAUCE! So go get your copy ASAP, and don't forget to tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend.... And, as always, thanks for licking my INK!
BNALLROMANCESMASHWORDSEXCESSICAAMAZON <<--- There's always a delay. Check the link to see if it's live already!
To.Odles,Sable J
For those of you singing along in your head:
(80's hottie boy band moment over...for now. *lifts brow*)
* * * *
Hey peeps! I know it's been a minute. INKing, as usual, but I had to take a micro break to announce my new release, If It Isn't Love...?, out TODAY!! No, it doesn't feature Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, or Mike (or even Mr. Sensitivity himself, Ralph, HA!) but it DOES have two new and exciting characters, Zaria and Derek, and the first of what I hope will be many a mischievous moment for them, and possibly a slew of other characters. Anyhow, here's the sitch:
Title: If It Isn't Love...?Publisher: eXcessicaWord Count: 7K shortPrice: 99¢Category: Humorous erotica

Excerpt:
So here we are on her bed, seven months later, dab-smack in the middle of things getting hot and heavy, and she's still staring at me like I'm the largest conundrum –her word– on earth.
"Z, what's the matter?"
"I'm not feeling too good," she finally responded, and I wish she'da said it sooner. Little Derek hates standing up for nothing.
"Is it something you ate?"
She hopped up, bringing my eyes to those perfectly rounded breasts, dark nipples erect. Two supple mouthfuls of chocolaty goodness. Damn but she's gorgeous. Her back to me, my eyes took in the shape of her body. Z has a nice athletic build; flat stomach melding into a narrow waist that flares into curvy hips and ass. I love her ass. Well-rounded globes excellent for gripping in the moment—or any moment for that matter. Mesmerized, I watched her jean-painted hips sway on her way to the bathroom. Never a good sign. A couple minutes later she emerged, clutching her belly.
"You all right?"
"Umm… No, actually. Cramps." Her beautiful face was distorted in a tight grimace. "That time of the month." She dropped onto her bed and curled into a ball.
Shit.
"So that means…" I trailed off, hoping she understood my inference. "'Cause I don't mind if you don't." Don't blame me; blame Little Derek. He's in total control right now—to be followed a little later by my stomach, my bladder, and my PS3 in that order. It's almost ten at night so too late for sports.
Z eyed me from her fetal position and cringed. "First…eewww. Second, it means right now I need you to do me a favor and go to the store. I'm out of stuff."
Guys pay attention. When a woman says she's out of "stuff" it means one of two things. Either she's out of birth control and you're not getting any, or she's out of feminine crap and you're not getting any. So grab the lotion, 'cause you're not getting any.
I felt Little Derek slump a bit in defeat, but he's an optimistic guy and the thought of lotion had him back in fighting form in no time.
"Would you go to the store for me?" she asked again, all sad. I hated seeing her in pain, but the thought of going for her…stuff made me shiver. There are some places where a guy's gotta draw the line. I mean, what's next? Drinking triple venti sugar free, non-fat, no foam, extra caramel macchiatoes with heavy whip while we do mani-pedies and watch Lifetime? Plus, I've never had to get…stuff for anyone before. It's like being a girl and buying condoms. Sure you could do it, but you don't want to 'cause the cashier's gonna look at you weird.
"Please?" she moaned, batting those huge eyelashes of hers. "I'd go but I can't move right now."
The groan got swallowed in my throat and I reached for my shirt. I shrugged into it and pulled on my sweatshirt before standing from the bed and grabbing my keys, phone, and wallet off the dresser. Still half naked, Z rolled onto her other side, clenching her eyes shut in pain. I had to go. There was no way I could let her go without her…stuff, right?
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If It Isn't Love...? is in stores NOW! And for less than a buck? #AWESOMESAUCE! So go get your copy ASAP, and don't forget to tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend.... And, as always, thanks for licking my INK!
BNALLROMANCESMASHWORDSEXCESSICAAMAZON <<--- There's always a delay. Check the link to see if it's live already!
To.Odles,Sable J
Published on December 15, 2011 17:13
November 7, 2011
Welcome to My Parlor: Erotica author Michele Hope!

As promised, today in the Parlor we have erotica writer, Michele Hope! If you missed Saturday's post—SHAME ON YOU! LOL! I'm kidding...a little. *snerk* If you missed it, go HERE to read a steamy little lick from Michele's new releases, Service Rendered .
Okay, Michele's in the chair and ready to get INKed, so let's get this tatt party started, shall we?
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Sable: Hey, Michele! Thanks for joining us here in the Parlor. Can you tell the readers a bit about yourself?
Michele: I'm just a girl living the goodlife. I moved to this incrediblyromantic place some years ago to be with this Southern man I fell in lovewith. I would never have imaginedsuch a place existed. We live onour farm where, and if I can take liberties, "a bayou runs throughit." Actually it flows in aslow time continuum at the edge of our back yard. I have ancient trees, alligators, my own animal companions,voodoo and bien sur, that Southernboy. I am indeed a lucky girl!
Sable: Oooh, sounds both mysterious and romantic. You ARE lucky! What's Service Rendered about and what inspired you to INK it?

Sable: My kind'a party! Writing is such an organic thing, it grows from a little idea into this full-blown monster that overtakes your brain—at least in my experience. *grins* So, how do youknow when you're done and the story on the page is "all growed up" and ready for the world?
Michele: HA! The story begins with a simple notion and writesitself. We know our primarycharacters, see with insight our setting, and allow them to play out a scenario. Like a painting, it could be overwork,so we like a clever, but never cute ending that allows the reader to write orenvision the next chapter or paragraph, to leave them having been witness to the adventure. And of course, turned on!
Sable: I get a few newbies that swing by the parlor and try to give them a glimpse into the typical day of an author. Tell us about your writing day and space.
Michele: We seem to write in spurts, neverfeeling any sense of urgency. This place, this timeless primordial place simply doesn't permit beingin a hurry. It compels you to slowdown and watch out for the damn snake you might be about to step on. But mostly we write at night. The house, our animals are quiet, welisten to jazz.
Sable: Ahh jazz. That and classical seem to be the soundtracks for a great many masterpieces. Do you INK in other genres?
Michele: Separately, we write differentstuff. About a yr. or so ago, wewrote a full length true romance novel. Upon suggestion, we began writing erotic shorts in an effort to bepublished., feeling that having published works, no matter the genre, wouldgive us some credibility. Thatnovel is still unedited and we're looking for takers. My husband has written a collection of short stories, allSouthern genre about a place and time and event he's most familiar with. He lived it. Each story is seen through the eyes of a differentcharacter, all witness to the same event. Written in 'dialect, the characters a richly developed. I wondered how in the world he couldput himself in the mind of a ten yr old black child. He said, "I have reels of it in my head." Quite amazing really.
Sable: I know you have works in progress—the work of a writer is never done. Care to tell us about them?
Michele: We have a Christmas story withwitches and sex I could only make up. Always set in this land of sorcieres and voodoo, thework moves quickly from one scene to the next. Likely we won't finish it in time for a release thisyear. Did I mention we're just notin a hurry?
Sable: Slow and easy is usually the best way. What thingsdo you need in order to write?
Michele: Mostly just quiet with as fewinterruptions as possible. Isuspect that's the case with most of us. It's easy for me to stay up into the AM, sleep all dayif I want. BUT I DON'T!
Sable: Mmm, hmmm. Suuuure! LOL! When you INK, are you aplotter or a pantser?
Michele: What the hell is a pantser?
Sable: *checks box for "plotter"* Being an erotica writer, what makes a good love scene?
Michele: Oh geez Sable, I don't know. Maybe I should get out the home videos and find out!
Sable: Will there be popcorn? Kettle corn, if you've got it, please and thank you! :D Sex scenes.Do they come easy for you, and how do you approach them?
Michele: Jordan!
Sable: Hey! These are the hard-hitting questions the people want to know, Michele. And you can't say no to the people, right?
People: RIGHT!
Sable: See? The people have voted! (And yes, they're contractually obligated to vote in my favor). Now, about those sex scenes...
Michele: :) Why, yes, they do come easy. I can see the scene in my mind and know what's going on in his. Like our bayou and les loup garous that run through our woods at night, I don't needto actually look at them to know they're there. And . . . welike to practice!
Sable: Okay, we'll move away from the sex (I know, people, I know) and get back to the writing stuff. Are yourbooks more plot driven or character driven?
Michele: I think the plots are fairlysimple, but the characters compound situations with charm and sometimesslightly devious intent. Allharmless and delectable, everybody has fun.
Sable: I'm a stickler about research, blame my inner geek. How muchgoes into your stories?
Michele: More on the last story. We have been to some of the very placeswhere the stories are set. Andremember, my husband, my partner in life and crime has spent much of life inthese places. It's all so easy tosee because of that romance that has existed here forever. It's simply everywhere I go.

Michele: Ourchatelaine, our belle. She is sucha sexual, intelligent and cunning character.
Sable: Every time I hear the word "cunning" my brain takes a trip to naughty land. LOL! I'm terrible. Anyhow, can you sum up your book in one sentence?*
Michele: Extreme sexual introspection!
Sable: ESI—like ESP only better! What are your fave and least fave parts about writing?
Michele: The satisfaction of completingthe story and feeling good about sending it off for submission.. We've been quite lucky so far, someone grabsup the stories overnight. I findmyself totally amazed by that since I have no idea what I'm doing.
Sable: "No idea what I'm doing"? Psshht! You're getting contracted, so you're doing something right! Any advice on marketing?
Michele: We're still on the ascending partof that curve. I'd ask you thesame question . . . any tips?
Sable: Tips? Ummm... Damn. Y'know, I didn't realize that was such a difficult question until you asked me back! I guess I'd have to say be persistent, which sounds like such a cliche, but it is sooo true. Don't stop writing, 'cause nothing sells your backlist like a new release. Oh, and chocolate tastes good on just about everything. Just a tip. :) What is your biggest fear as a writer?
Michele: I'm absolutely fearless! If the writing thang' doesn't work out,well . . . I'll go fishing
Sable: She is writer! READ HER ROAR!!! LOL! I love that Plan B, too. Hey, there's a tip. Have a Plan B until Plan A pans out. What's your greatest accomplishment thus far as an author?
Michele: In writing? I suppose it's when that first contractwas offered just last spring. Iknow greater things are to come. There is a sense of accomplishment when publishers recognize the qualityof your submission,. Great reviewsare pretty cool too.
Sable: Sweet! And, yes, great things are in the works for you. I can feel it! Okay, Michele, last question, when you're not INKing, what are you out doing?
Michele: I am a Big Bass Fisherwoman andmy husband, woodsy boy that he is, is an extreme guide. He has taken me places on this bayouthat causes me to wonder, when was the last human ever here? I have a successful jewelry makingbusiness, growing everyday with retail outlets and a very cool event at a verycool gallery this month. I love towalk our woods with my dogs and my man, to pick wild flowers (used in myjewelry pendants). Also, it'scollege football season, I'm learning the nuances of the game and love a good tight end. HA! Geaux Tigres!
Sable: Mmmm...tight end. *giggles uncontrollably* Thanks, Michele, for Dripping INK in the parlor today. Readers, you can ask your questions and leave comments below. And don't forget to pick up your copy of Service Rendered NOW!!
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Published on November 07, 2011 06:00
November 5, 2011
Sexy Saturday Read: Service Rendered by Michele Hope
Hey INKers!
Looking for something fresh and new to read this weekend? Check out
Service Rendered
the debut release from Michele Hope.
Michele's joining us in the Parlor on Monday (squeeee!), so go read her work and then join us here on the 7th to learn more about this great author! Now, you all know I'm not one for waiting (LOL) so I'm going to drip some of her INK early. Here's a little lick from Service Rendered:
Title: Service Rendered
Author: Michele Hope
Publisher: Rebel Ink Press
Release: Nov. 3, 2011
Words: 5,890
Price: $3.99
Blurb: A handsome, charming and adventurous couple depart their plantationhome for an evening of elegant partying. Our prettiest of Southern belleshas given thoughtful consideration, not only to her ensemble, but tothe many possibilities the evening may hold. After arriving at the grandantebellum home for a charity ball, their evening progresses with friendly andwarm hospitality. Our lovely chatelainedecides to heat up the night, first with an unexpected flirtatious encounterwith an equally beautiful woman in the lady's room. Then finding her handsome and commanding husband at the bar,she insists on playtime. Theirmoment leads to seduction and a guest room with an antique vanity . . . all witha young bartender in tow.
Excerpt:
As Iwalked from our bedroom toward my waiting bath, it was you who was waiting, slyassassin that you are. Without aword, you spun me around to face the wall, my appeal extinguished by yourcupped hand, the towel falling to the floor in silent witness. Your restraint lessened as I knew resistancewould be futile then I felt your finger tips caressing my arms, outlining myshoulders, tracing down the center of my back. Closing my eyes, I could sense your breathing, still incontrol yet beginning to rise in concert with my diminishing will. You chose this seduction and I becameyour compliant and ready victim, needy of your resolve. The delicate nape on my neck rose inelectric response and I could smell you in the ionic air. The scent of power. I knew what to do. Withoutprompt, I extended my arms to the wall, pushing back against your power. Full of grace, I bent at the waist, offeringthe barest of resistance. Then theslap to my bare bottom. "Yes!" The sharp crack of palm on fleshreverberated down the short hallway, ricocheting off the bathroom's cooltiles. The report came back to meat light speed. "Spank me onemore time," my hushed plea. "and then I will surrender." I stood on tip-toes, arching mysmarting buttocks high for your access. Another smack to the same cheek. I welcomed it. My legs spread, my toes struggled togain purchase on the hardwood floor. I felt your hand massage the sting with gentle caress then handle mybreast coarsely, my nipples stiff and aching. Compelling me more, youprepared me with a single finger. I adored letting it all be aboutyou. Because I am in your sphere,I'm pulled ever closer and closer, only to beset free. Oh God! Yes . . . Youhad your way with me and never ever selfish, you allowed for my pleasure beforeyour own. That nobility is yourmanner and with a kiss to the back of my neck and sweet reminder, " How Ilove you," you disappeared with the same stealth as your assault. Like the dove, I was released. * * * *Okay, so go buy the short and then meet back here MONDAY for the interview with Michele!$3.99 Buy it now! Allromance Amazon BN
Looking for something fresh and new to read this weekend? Check out
Service Rendered

the debut release from Michele Hope.
Michele's joining us in the Parlor on Monday (squeeee!), so go read her work and then join us here on the 7th to learn more about this great author! Now, you all know I'm not one for waiting (LOL) so I'm going to drip some of her INK early. Here's a little lick from Service Rendered:
Title: Service Rendered
Author: Michele Hope
Publisher: Rebel Ink Press
Release: Nov. 3, 2011
Words: 5,890
Price: $3.99
Blurb: A handsome, charming and adventurous couple depart their plantationhome for an evening of elegant partying. Our prettiest of Southern belleshas given thoughtful consideration, not only to her ensemble, but tothe many possibilities the evening may hold. After arriving at the grandantebellum home for a charity ball, their evening progresses with friendly andwarm hospitality. Our lovely chatelainedecides to heat up the night, first with an unexpected flirtatious encounterwith an equally beautiful woman in the lady's room. Then finding her handsome and commanding husband at the bar,she insists on playtime. Theirmoment leads to seduction and a guest room with an antique vanity . . . all witha young bartender in tow.
Excerpt:
As Iwalked from our bedroom toward my waiting bath, it was you who was waiting, slyassassin that you are. Without aword, you spun me around to face the wall, my appeal extinguished by yourcupped hand, the towel falling to the floor in silent witness. Your restraint lessened as I knew resistancewould be futile then I felt your finger tips caressing my arms, outlining myshoulders, tracing down the center of my back. Closing my eyes, I could sense your breathing, still incontrol yet beginning to rise in concert with my diminishing will. You chose this seduction and I becameyour compliant and ready victim, needy of your resolve. The delicate nape on my neck rose inelectric response and I could smell you in the ionic air. The scent of power. I knew what to do. Withoutprompt, I extended my arms to the wall, pushing back against your power. Full of grace, I bent at the waist, offeringthe barest of resistance. Then theslap to my bare bottom. "Yes!" The sharp crack of palm on fleshreverberated down the short hallway, ricocheting off the bathroom's cooltiles. The report came back to meat light speed. "Spank me onemore time," my hushed plea. "and then I will surrender." I stood on tip-toes, arching mysmarting buttocks high for your access. Another smack to the same cheek. I welcomed it. My legs spread, my toes struggled togain purchase on the hardwood floor. I felt your hand massage the sting with gentle caress then handle mybreast coarsely, my nipples stiff and aching. Compelling me more, youprepared me with a single finger. I adored letting it all be aboutyou. Because I am in your sphere,I'm pulled ever closer and closer, only to beset free. Oh God! Yes . . . Youhad your way with me and never ever selfish, you allowed for my pleasure beforeyour own. That nobility is yourmanner and with a kiss to the back of my neck and sweet reminder, " How Ilove you," you disappeared with the same stealth as your assault. Like the dove, I was released. * * * *Okay, so go buy the short and then meet back here MONDAY for the interview with Michele!$3.99 Buy it now! Allromance Amazon BN
Published on November 05, 2011 06:00
October 31, 2011
Here's a treat!

Available NOW!Happy Halloween!
And just in time for the spooky, my newest book WALLBANGER is available NOW!!
Wallbanger is book 2 in the Kizzie Baldwin series, and it was super fun to write! It's about 57K in length, with a mix of erotic, thriller, and snarky elements. (Yes, snark should be it's own category). And at just $2.99, it's a STEAL!
So, go take the kiddies out for candy, then run home and get this treat on your eReader!
Blurb: A relic from the ColdWar that shouldn't even exist….
After being Shaken andStirred , secret agent Kizzie Baldwin is again thrust into a world she knowsnothing about, and learning on the fly from a teacher she can't trust. The objective is the same: secure Intelon Formula 3-19. But to do that,she has to give the nefarious Dom, Xander Duquesne, exactly what he wantsfirst.
He's still not her Master.
But she will call him 'Sir'!
WARNING: 18+only. This title contains all thestuff you don't want your kids reading, you know, graphic language, adultthemes, explicit sex, BDSM, drugs and violence. Oh, and snark, can't forget the snark. Now if it waspresented as a game on their gaming systems that'd be fine, but this is totallyinappropriate for the little ones' eReaders. M'kay, I warned ya!
Excerpt:
On the airport perimeter road,Xander Duquesne studied the neon blur boarding the cargo hold of the Copa. He checked his watch—a touch behind schedule, but nothingthey couldn't make up for. In thepassenger seat of the rental, Phillip Marchande reclined, eyes closed. The previous night was a long one forall parties involved, and sleep was not on the agenda. Phil being integral to the next phaseof the operation, Xander didn't begrudge the man this short reprieve. Still early morning, the darksky and poor outdoor lighting concealed the black car well enough should anyonelook in their direction. All was quiet in the area. A good sign. Lifting the binoculars to his eyes, Xander returned his attention to theaircraft."Think it'll hurt?"He should have known Phil wasawake. "What's that?" he asked,not bothering to shift his gaze."The bullet she puts in yourbrain when you tell her what she's in for." Xander let out a thoughtfulsigh. "Y'know, you're verypreoccupied with my demise of late, Phil. It's kinda disturbing." "No sense running from a fatethat'll catch you anyway. Justwant to prepare you, because she's goingto kill you.""There insurance money you getin the event of my death?" ButXander knew Phil was right. Kizziewas going to be the death of him—either by her own hand or through herstubbornness."No, sadly," Phil said. "Anoversight on my part. I'd be richby the end of the day."All told, Xander and Kizzie hadbeen acquainted less than ten hours—two of which were spent on a yacht in themiddle of the Indian Ocean fourteen days before. They'd been on different teams at the time—hell, theyweren't exactly on the same team now—but the dividing line was a lot clearer then. Kizzie was the face of good; Xander theface of evil. She'd pulled a gunon him; he'd spanked her thoroughly for it. He smiled at the memory. Nonetheless, they'd parted ways withtheir roles intact.It was the disappearance ofNikolay Sokoviev that prompted Xander to track Kizzie to Panama. At least that's what he toldhimself. Nikolay was hisonly access to Harvey, but with the old Russian gone, Xander was forced to workwith the next in line. He groundhis teeth at the alternative and forced away the chill that inched down hisspine with what he planned on having Kizzie do. "Ten grand says she kills you,X," Phil said, lifting the seat back and cracking his neck. If he did die, he wouldn't haveto pay, Xander reasoned. Eitherway he was a winner. "Double it.""Pretty confident for a deadman. Would you prefer a Christianburial?"Xander shook his head andgrinned. "Save the pine box, Phil. The devil won't care either way." * * * *Just $2.99!! Buy it now from these great retailers! And as always, thanks for Licking My INK!AMAZON ALLROMANCEEBOOKSBN.COM SMASHWORDS
Published on October 31, 2011 15:41
October 10, 2011
Welcome to my Parlor: VARRSITY

Welcome back to the parlor! This week in the hot seat is sensational writer, VARRSITY, who was nice enough to come drop some INK about his writing. All right, time to get tatted. Ready, set, leeeegggooooo!!
Sable: Hey Varrsity! Thanks for swinging by the parlor to chat with the readers. Let's start with a little introduction about yourself.
Varrsity: This is always the hardest question for me to answer. Let's see. I'm mortal, but the goal is for me to write my life away so my stories are Immortal. I'm just a regular guy who has big dreams and I work hard to achieve them.
Sable: And you kick-started that dream by publishing your first book. Tell us about it and the motivation behind it.

Sable: "Man Birth" *laughs* A lot like woman birth without the weight gain...and cravings for jalapenos in your chocolate chip ice cream. :) M2S is fast-paced and suspenseful urban fiction. Do you think that's what's trending now in the genre, and do you find yourself writing for the market or yourself?
Varrsity: I don't follow the competition enough. I know who they are but I'm not obsessed with them and their moves. I'm pretty sure that I'm not heavy on their minds either. I write for myself. I write to challenge myself and reach a higher level than before, to grow, to get better with every project. Plus, I write in a few different genre's, so I refuse to be one dimensional.
Sable: I hear that. That's actually god advice for the newbies out there lurking: "Multi-dimensionalize"! (Totally made that word up). Okay, my personal issue is with "The End". I might write it, but the story's not over. How do you know when you're done and the story on the page is the one you want released?
Varrsity: I never know. Lol. Honestly, I will back off of it for a few weeks so it isn't fresh in my head and I can read it with a pair of fresh eyes. After it passes my standards, I will pass it along to one of my friends. Everyone in my circle are more than just friends. We've been in each other lives for at least 12-20 years, so we're more life family. And we all know that family is very opinionated and brutally honest, so if I meet my standards, as well as theirs, I know that it is ready for the masses.
Sable: What's a typical writing day like for you?
Varrsity: I write on the go. I do a lot of writing in my head, so when I finally sit down at a computer or begin to jot in one of my many active notebooks, It comes out effortlessly, because technically, the scenes or poem is already complete minus the details. I write whenever I can. Honestly, I'm a work completing this interview right now. (Don't tell my boss)
Sable: OOOOOO!!! I'm TELLIN'! ;) So you mentioned writing in other genres, or "multi-dimensionalizing" as I've called it. Tell us a bit more about that.
Varrsity: Yes. My first was Urban Fiction. I'm currently working on a Romance novel, another Urban Fiction Novel, a collection of poetry, and an Education book for High School/Middle School students.
Sable: So you INK both fiction and nonfiction. Impressive multi-dimensionalizing. (Sorry, it's stuck like an earworm). Okay, the bad side of my brain is begging to be heard, so let's play a word association game. I say a word, you say the first one that comes to mind. And....go. Chocolate.

Sable: Honey
Varrsity: Nectar
Sable: Whet
Varrsity: Slippery
Sable: Soft
Varrsity: Breasts
Sable: Dripping
Varrsity: Puddles in the bed
Sable: All that to confirm I'm not the only one thinking naughty thoughts :) Back to the hard-hitting questions. What things are must-haves in order for you to write?
Varrsity: A pen and pad. If you would have asked this a few weeks ago, the answer would have been different. My laptop was stolen but it was a blessing in disguise. I was hurt due to the amount of work I lost, but it got me back to my roots. I was once a "Pencil and Pad" writer, not a full time typing machine. Technology has made our society lazy, sloth like creatures and I'm no exception. So I'm back to hand cramps and ink smeared fingers.
Sable: Sorry to hear about the laptop :( But hey, as long as you have fire you can cook, right? I'm sure your work will benefit. Okay, next random Sable question (the voices in my head run the show, so....) Boxers, briefs, or commando? And then what do you like on your woman?
Varrsity: Boxer briefs for me. Boy shorts on her.
Sable: Ah, yes, the boy short. Perfect combination of comfort, fun, and flirty. (Anyone else singing Lil' Wayne and John Legend's SO SPECIAL right now? Just me? Don't lie....) Well, that segues us nicely into the next question about love scenes. What makes a good one?
Varrsity: A good love scene is made by description. The writer has to make the reader forget that they are reading a book. You have to make it come alive, make the words jump at the reader. Yes, detailed description and the ability to make the reader temporarily loathe you because they realize that your words have them hot and bothered and want to either please themselves or roll over on their spouse.
Sable: RAWR! Lol! Are your books character or plot driven?
Varrsity: A little bit of both. They work hand to hand. I have the slightest idea where my characters come from, but as I build the story, the characters become more real and I can see them more vividly. So then I can go back and add minor details about their physical appearance and attitude.
Sable: How do you come up with them, and which one from Married 2 Struggle is your favorite?
Varrsity: People watching helps me come up with them. And from M2S, most definitely, Latrell. You have no choice but to love him. No choice whatsoever.
Sable: I like that you have a fave. Most authors I ask that same question to tell me it's like choosing a favorite child! Maybe it's a "Man Birth" thing. LOL! Do you put a lot of research into your stories?
Varrsity: If it's an out of town scene or an area that I'm unfamiliar with, then research is a necessity.
Sable: See that newbies? Readers will know if you transplant the Space Needle to LA. Research! What are your favorite and least favorite parts about writing?
Varrsity: Just being creative and knowing that you have what it takes to write something that people enjoy reading. Least favorite part……losing your work. Especially when you have put so much time and energy into it.
Sable: Truer words.... Okay last question, and it's a mean one. *wicked laugh* It takes months to write a story, and thousands of words. Sum up Married 2 Struggle in just one.
Varrsity: Classic.

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Published on October 10, 2011 06:00
September 27, 2011
Welcome to my Parlor: Tonya Kinzer!!

It's been a while since I've brought you a new author here at the parlor, but I am sooooo excited to introduce you all to the extremely talented Tonya Kinzer. If you follow erotica (which I know you do since you're reading this blog) then you've definitely heard of Tonya and her Boss's Pet series. But on the off chance yo haven't, you have NO idea what you're missing!
Okay, I'll stop jabbering. Tonya's in the chair and all set to get tatted. Time to drip some INK!
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Sable: Welcome to the Parlor, Tonya! Thanks so much for being here. Can you tell the readers a bit about yourself?
Tonya: I'm the sweetheart next door, ofcourse! The woman you'd least expect to write the kind of stories you only readin the privacy of your own home or on your Kindle/Nook so no one else knowswhat you're reading…so no one else knows you read because you enjoy wearingthose damp thongs! *gasp* I'm the only one who knows WHY you read thoseforbidden words in private! Pssst…your secret is safe with me, hon!
Sable: Damp thongs, indeed! Especially after reading your series,*wink, wink* but I'm getting ahead of myself. Tell us about your book. What was the inspiration, and how did you get started as awriter? Tonya: I'll start with how I got started asa writer. That was so many years ago, I've forgotten how long ago but I gottired of reading some of the sappy novels out there 25 years ago and thought Icould do at least as good as they did. I began putting words to the page andsoon a few stories emerged but it wasn't until four years ago that I decided toself publish and I love it!

Sable: Yes, I'm sure that added a few more damp thongs to the audience! What do youthink is trending in the genre? And do you write for the market or more foryourself?
Tonya: I think erotica is becoming the newromance read for those readers who need more than just sexual tension in theirstories. Most readers will saythey're romance readers but many can't wait to privately open their Kindle orNook, or head to their computers, to read our spicy erotica that makes theirjuices seep and creates an image in their mind of having wild sex with theirpartners. Those are the readers I write for! The reader who wants to experiencethe secret fantasy and get the nerve to ask for what they want! I write for myself and write what I enjoyreading, for the most part, but I also write for the reader who says 'I wish Ihad the guts to ask my partner to do thatto me!'
Sable: Completely agree with you about erotica being the new romance. You can only read so many romance novels before you're wondering "when's somebody gonna get laid already?" Or maybe that's just me...*shrugs*. How do youknow when you're done and the story on the page is the one you want released?
Tonya: I get that 'ahh' feeling when I knowI've written enough to get the reader to the point of climax (in the story)that satisfies them with the plot yet I also leave them with an open ending sothey crave the next book!
Sable: Can you describe your typical writing day? Tonya: The first thing I dois grab a coffee and head to my office and computer. Hubby is one who needs toread the paper first. I read the paper before I head to bed, always have. Iread email while I'm waking up and check FaceBook and Twitter to see what's happening.That could take an hour or two, then I market and tweet. I can tell in my salesnumbers if I don't tweet for a day or two so yes, it does make a difference ifyou're not on Twitter! Trust me! I have author interviews on my blog each weekso I get those ready on Saturdays. During the week I could be on several otherblogs as a guest. I try to write in the afternoon but if I have to head to theoffice for my day job, I may not write until the evening. My days seldom arethe same.
Sable: That is so true. Newbies, I know you're lurking, Twitter is a marketing must! Okay, Tonya, do you INK in other genres? If so, which ones and which is your favorite?

Sable: What's next from the wonderfully naughty mind of Tonya? Tonya: I'm working on book four in the series and Sondra willbecome brave enough to start giving the orders for a change. She'll be in chargeand the men in her life will be on their knees, so to speak! I won't ruin itbut I think my readers will enjoy book four just as much as the others. Will itbe the final book in the series? I haven't made that decision yet.
Sable: Nice spin! The student becomes the teacher ;) Is there anything you absolutely must have in order to write?
Tonya: My coffee in the morning,water or wine at night. If I'm feeling extra sexy in the morning, Bailey'sworks best in my coffee! Music plays a big role when I'm writing and creates amood all its own, depending on what part of the story I'm working on.
Sable: Okay, let's talk a bit about the writing process. Are you aplotter or a pantser? Tonya: I'm a pantser - I tried once toplot out what I was going to write, but the characters usually tap my shoulderand let me know that's not what they have in mind in that part of the story. Imay write out a few basic scene plots of where I want to take the story but tosay I write an outline…..no! Never have, doubt I ever will, but my way worksfor me!
Sable: Are your books plot driven or character driven? And how do you come up with characters? Tonya: I would have to say plot driven because I give each book a plot that will be reached before the end of the book. I hope my readers can become as strong as my characters and get the nerve to ask their partners for what they really want out of a relationship. Too many of them satisfy their partner while accepting that their needs are not as important. That has to change for women everywhere! We matter and our needs matter!
Characters are always visiting me and I love it! My mind has always had little stories going on with many different characters so writing came easy for me when I started.
Sable: Yes, those characters are great company. Especially when they rouse you from a deep sleep and demand you write. :) What would you say makes a good love scene? Do they come easy for you? Tonya: Sexual tension, all fivesenses, reader involvement and one point of view most of the way through thescene. This is one area the author can't head hop. That confuses the reader,makes them go back to re-read paragraphs and then they get frustrated becausethe scene is too hard to follow.
Tension between the characters comesfirst in everything. I love making my characters crave the other and thinkabout what they want to do. I enjoy sex scenes and they aren't hard for me to write,but the characters have to satisfy each other for me or show me that later onthey will both be satisfied. I also love to taunt the reader and loveenvisioning those wonderful one-handed readers out there! *wink* I write for you!

Sable: All of you out there with sticky fingers, (or stuck Kindle buttons and smeared Nook screens), yep, she's talking to you! *giggles* Tonya, how much research goes into your stories?
Tonya: Readers are smart and theywill write to us if we haven't done our research. Don't assume for one minutethat you can write about something without the research taking place. We can'tuse all the information we uncover in our research but it leads us to writebetter when we understand the plots we take on…the why, the where and the how.
Sable: I'm going to jump in here and put on my "evil Sable" hat—actually, "take off the good Sable hat" is more appropriate. It takes months to write a book and to get your story across is usually done in thousands of words. Can you sum it up for us in one sentence. Tonya: My books will help you realizethat what you want from a relationship can be yours just by asking for what youwant from your partner.
Sable: Hear that people? It's not how you ask but what you ask. Words from the wise :) Back to writing, what are your favorite and least favorite parts? Tonya: The favorite part of writingis getting the scenes out of my head and onto paper and to watch my world andcharacters come alive. The least favorite is being interrupted by everydaythings that don't allow me to write when and how long I want to.
Sable: Aww, hell, I'm so FaceBook-minded I was looking for a "like" button on that answer! Speaking of Social Networking, how do you approach marketing and promo? Have any tips you're willing to share? Tonya: I love the marketing aspect ofwriting. Marketing is time-consuming but is a necessary part of the publishingbusiness. As writers, we have to take responsibility for getting our name infront of readers, whether you're self published or sign a contract. You must have an author website, a blogwhether separate or part of your website, a FaceBook page, tweet on Twitter,comment on blogs and other FaceBook pages so readers can see your name andwebsite link out there. It never ends but one has to make time for writing oncethe marketing starts. I can spend an entire day marketing and not write. Toomany of those kinds of days and your writing will fall behind! I enjoy creatingmy covers and book marks, which leads me to another marketing tip - get yourbook marks or post cards to other authors who pass them out. My blog has an address to send your bookmarks to so they get distributed in goodie bags and in front of readers!
Sable: True and true! I often hear the best marketing is writing your next book. Keep INKing :) Now that you're published, what advice would you giveyour novice writing self? Tonya: I would have created a writingschedule earlier and stick to it because now I have to remind myself to writeand not market all the time. I love chatting with readers - doing several guestblog spots can be time consuming too but that is where you meet several of yourreaders. They love to chat with you so don't forget they're out there.
Sable: Last bit of advice for the newbies?

Sable: I can totally attest to that fact. Tonya granted me my very first interview on her blog and has since connected me with so many other authors who are helping authors! Thanks so much, Tonya, for stopping by the Parlor and tatting my place with your wisdom!! Looking forward to book 4 in The Boss's Pet Series!!
Readers, be sure to check out Tonya's really hot reads and connect with her via any method below! AND there's a CONTEST!!! That's right. A lucky commenter will win a $15 gift card good for Amazon, B&N, or Allromance ebook bucks! Winner chosen at random by Tonya on Sunday, October 2! So start talking :)
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About TONYA KINZER:
Tonya Kinzer is a self-published romance author whose booksare quickly climbing the charts at Amazon and Barnes & Noble. If you'relooking for a romance with a little more spice than the average hot read, youwon't want to miss taking a look at her work. She writes erotic romance forreaders who love to become a silent character within the story! You will bepulled into scenes to partake of the activities along the lines of soft bondageand Dom/sub relationships, to feel what her characters feel and taste what theytaste...strong sexual desires much like your own! Be prepared to enter a worldyou'll not want to leave and can't wait to get back to…worlds where newsubmissives and demanding Doms entice you to read more!
Her series, The Boss's Pet, will take you on a journeyalongside Nick and Sondra as they venture into a lifestyle that pulls themdeeper into a world of sensuality and submission. You'll not want to miss anyof the books in this series so stay locked on her website to know when the nextbooks get released.
When she isn't writing, she's the pet for her own Boss,where she works a few days a week. Her day job is seasonal so this allows herto write during the off season as well as design covers, websites, and promoitems. She also enjoys helping other authors where she can with their editingand being a critique partner when time allows.
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Published on September 27, 2011 06:00
August 22, 2011
Welcome to my Parlor: Erotica duo Brenda and Steve!

Today in the Parlor, I'm pleased to introduce you to erotic writing tag team, Brenda Woody and Steve Tindle, whose latest release, Temptation Triggers, is sure to get your blood a-pumpin'! Time to get INKED...
Sable: Hi, Brenda and Steve! Thanks for swinging by the Parlor to chat with us. Can you tell the readers a bit about yourselves?
Brenda: I'm significant other of and co-author with Steve Tindle. I was born 5-3-1960, a published author and freelance writer for eHow, Yahoo! Associated Content, Coffeejitter and Plano Sex & Relationships Examiner, Examiner.com. Waiting to hear from About.com (tapping foot), I applied to write there weeks ago. Between Steve and me, we have seven grown children and four grandchildren.
Steve: I was born 3/5/1960 (see Brenda's date). Brenda and I are both Army brats. I was born in Europe. My family moved to Lawton, OK before moving to Georgia, where I met Brenda in high school. After I graduated, I went to college in Arkansas. I moved to Dallas in 1985 and helped Brenda move to Dallas in 2009. Here is the interesting part. After Brenda and I graduated she went to Europe, then Lawton, and visited her grandparents in Arkansas just miles from where I was. Seems we were destined to be close to each other.I'm a contract Microsoft Excel programmer for some very large companies in the Dallas area; many everyone would know. I write VBA scripts for dashboards.
Sable: Yes, it seems you're the Yin to each other's Yang! That's pretty cool! Have you always INKed as a tandem, or did you recently combine forces? And I know two heads are better than one, but how do you work through differences of opinion?
Brenda: I wrote singular in my younger years on essays, stories, newsletters and poetry. After Steve and I met again online in 2008, I mentioned I wanted to be published and had written a few pages of a story. I emailed it to him. Together we wrote Best Lover in Town. Fortunately we have a strong connection and 97% of the times agree on where a particular story will begin and end.
Steve: I wrote songs and poems in high school and college. I wanted to get them published but didn't know how at the time. Working with Brenda has taught me how to get things online. What a blessing Brenda and the internet is. BTW: the other 3% are my silly tangents. I bow to Brenda's insight on my storylines.
Sable: Anything you absolutely need in order to write?
Brenda: Coffee, Coffee, and more coffee, and Steve beside me on his laptop. However more of the answer is below.

Sable: Tell us about your current release, Temptation Triggers.
Steve: We were asked to submit a short story for an anthology called Temptation Triggers. We wrote and submitted Steal My Love. The publisher liked the storyline so much he asked us to write more stories and he would dedicate the entire book to our work. I wanted to write eleven stories since it was to be published in 2011. Brenda and I wanted to stretch our writing skills so we wrote each story in a different style. When we had completed seven, we were over the word count so the publisher told us to submit what we had. We enjoy discussing with readers which story they find the most interesting.
Brenda: Temptations was very fun to write. Thinking of stories that would be interesting, erotic and intriguing was what we hoped for with this anthology. So far the reviews are great. So we accomplished our goal.
Sable: That's an honor to have the entire anthology dedicated to you! Great job. Let's talk characters. How do you come up with them and do you have a favorite from Temptation Triggers? If so, which one and why?
Steve: My favorite character changes every time I'm asked this question. So if you read another interview this answer might be different based on how I'm feeling at the time.I like the voice in Patty Melt. Being able to control a woman I don't even know just by my voice. Having her do whatever I tell her to do and being in control. We have been told the story is a light BDSM although it wasn't designed to be. The story line was created when I was taking an outdoor break from work and noticed a large glass stairwell. I told Brenda about all the things people could do in the stairwell with strangers watching them.
Brenda: You know the characters came very easy to us in Temptation. Fortunately, they do in other stories too. I would have to say the characters wrote these stories. We penned our notes, characters and their names. When we wrote, the stories just flowed out of our heads. Pretty cool. My favorite character is Patty Melt. She is sweet, out-going and open-minded enough to explore. I sure would like to be her at the end of the story! Umm, Steve is talking experience about over the phone thing – remember we chatted for several months online and over the phone before seeing each other in person again. (weg)
Sable: I understand big things are happening for you both! Your book, Triangle of Secrets, will be released August 2011. Congratulations!! What else can we expect from the minds of Brenda and Steve?
Brenda: We have two other stories to release this year. Rainie's Lake (pending title) and okay this is the first time I'm giving this title up. Scarlett's Cowboy. This erotic romance is going to have our readers experiencing many emotions.
Steve: The other night we were in our muse (the spa) and were talking about Triangle of Secrets. We came up with FOUR more storylines to add to the series. Triangle of Secrets is almost complete but there will be TOS II - V. (This is the first time we have publicly announced this in an interview to our fans).
Sable: I love being the first to know! Okay, let's give the readers a Lick from Temptation Triggers, shall we?
Blurb: Temptation Triggers captures the wickedness of sexual fantasy, the mystery of unexplored territory and the fulfillment of open communication. Among these thought-provoking stories, two friends find themselves drawn into a dark erotic world, a woman encounters a mysterious man and a mature couple discovers hush-hush desires about each other. With different styles of writing, Temptation Triggers reveals erotica that is passionate and spellbinding.
Lick: The next day Patty drives to Mac's. She is meeting Coleen for coffee. Mac sees the girls opening the door and immediately fixes their usual order.Mac hands Patty her drink. "How's my girl today? Wait, you look content. Who has put a smile on your face?"Coleen looks at Mac then at Patty. "Are you keeping a secret from me?"Patty blushes, wondering if she should tell Coleen about the fantasy man. "No, I…I'm just enjoying life." Patty stammers."Well, I'll leave you two to your girl talk." Mac walks to the other end of the counter to wait on another customer. Patty and Coleen take a seat at one of the booths."Hey, I saw a great pair of jeans online the other night. Let's go play dress up at a few stores and afterwards have lunch." Colene looks expectantly at Patty for an answer.Patty feels a buzzing in her bra. She reaches in and takes out her cell phone. It's a text message. "Go to the Legacy Plaza Building. Be there at noon." She looks at the time. "Sorry to bail on you Coleen, I have an errand to run.""You promised to spend the day with me. You would tell me if you met someone right?""Of course I would. I really have to go. I'll call you later." Patty hugs Coleen goodbye and rushes out the door.Patty parks in front of the plaza. She puts a few coins in the parking meter. Looking around, she wonders what she is to do now. Her cell phones buzzes."Okay, I'm here," she answers, entering the rotating door."Take the elevator on the left to the third floor. You will see two columns on your right. Walk between the columns and down the short staircase. There is a window at the bottom."The man watches her enter the elevator. He is pleased she is wearing a skirt.Patty walks through the columns, down the few stairs and stands on the bottom stoop.Her cell buzzes. She is already excited from the anticipation of what is to come."Sit down and spread your legs."Patty obeys."Lift your skirt up high and place your hand on your pussy. Caress yourself."Patty does what he says. She can feel her wetness through the material."Run your finger slowly up and down your slit."She groans at her touch.The man clamps his lips so she doesn't hear him groan as well."Slip off your underwear and lay it on the stair behind you.""Are you watching me?""What if I am? Does it excite you? Don't think just react."She stretches out her legs and arches her back exposing herself. Her clit is engorged longing for release.Seeing Patty's pussy leaves him silent for a moment."Are you still there?" Patty asks."Yes. Leave the underwear right where they are."The line goes dead."Damn him!" Standing up, she looks at her underwear and kicks them in to a corner. Hope you like my scent. Patty looks up and sees a camera hanging from the ceiling. Great, I wonder how many people were watching me. She hurries back to her car.
Sable: Oooh! Water please! That lick was spicy!! What was your first published piece and what has changed in your writing from then to now? And, having written for a while, what advice would you give your pre-published selves?

Steve: We are much better writers and editors than when we published in 2010. My advice is to listen to comments of family, friends and fans. If they tell you your point of view or dialog doesn't flow, work on the problem and learn from your mistakes. Keep writing and strive to be better with every release.
Sable: Shouts out to Tonya and Deanna! Writers helping writers. Love that! Okay, you're the first settlers on planet Hedonism. Who or what do you pack to go with you?

Steve: "A can of pineapples"??? Give me a grove!!! (read BLT to understand this.) Brenda and I go every where together, even if it's to another room in the house. I would also take my laptop to take notes of our adventures for another book.
Sable: You know, I'm going to look at pineapples completely different from here on out. LOL! What's a typical writing day for you like? Do you always write together to bounce ideas off of each other, or do you sometimes INK at different times?
Brenda: We are night owls – in bed at 4 a.m., up after noon. I check emails, Facebook (bad, bad – distracting thing! LOL), check my calendar to see if I need to email questions for an author interview on our blog. Update our blogs – post promos for fellow authors or any exciting news about us. Write an article for deadline. Write on one of our stories – let's see, I write somewhere during the day (checking calendar). We self-publish now so we make our own release deadlines.
Steve: Yes, we prefer to write at night, when the temperature is cooler (100+ days in Dallas for the 45 days straight). We link our laptops together with Teamviewer so we don't have to share the same computer. I can sit back and watch my screen as Brenda types on her keyboard. When I need to add a scene or idea I take control and Brenda watches on her screen. This set up prevents us from constantly moving one computer back and forth and, keeps the creative juices flowing.
Sable: Teamviewer? Sounds like an awesome bit of software for a writing tandem! I learn something new every day! When you're not writing or brainstorming in the "muse", what do you do for fun?
Brenda: When we take a break, we'll watch movies. We meet a friend at Hooters once a month. Yes, this is more for Steve than me – Eye Candy! LOL Plus I love to write reviews and I've been critiquing work for fellow authors. I love to edit now!
Steve: Yes, I like the Eye Candy (but I can get that at home with Brenda). I like Hooters because we have sold more books there than at book signings. It's a great tax write off. We take a couple of books in with us, the Hooter girls walk by and stop to take a look. When they buy we sign the books for them. We keep several in the car in case we need more. We also like to attend concerts and collect autographs for our den. I have given several business cards to the performers and sold copies of Best Lover in Town to a few of them.
Sable: And everyone thinks Hooters is only good for buffalo wings. ;) Where can readers purchase your books?

Smashwords
All Romance Ebooks
Best Lover in Town on Kindle
Temptation Triggers on Kindle
And you can purchase a SIGNED paperback copy of Temptation Triggers by sending an e-mail to bestloverintown [at] gmail [dot] com.
Sable: And if readers want to connect?
Brenda: Here's all of our contact info. Come by and join us!
Yola
Blogger
Goodreads
Temptation Triggers Author page
Sable: You heard her, people! Go link up :) Last question, and I ask all my interviewees this. Brenda: Boxers, briefs, or commando on him? Steve: Panties, thongs, or birthday suit on her?
Brenda: Commando on him – we enjoy our naked time! When the youngest, which is still at home, is at work or at her night classes – our clothes just seem to fall off automatically. LOL
Steve: I introduced Brenda to commando. She didn't think she would like it but tried it anyway. Not that I would try, but I don't think Brenda would go back to panties now. LOL
Sable: Commando wins again! I'm convinced the world would be a much better place if we all just stayed naked. LOL! Thanks again for coming by to chat, Brenda and Steve. You're welcome back to the Parlor any time! Readers, contact Brenda and Steve by the links below. Let the comments begin!
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Published on August 22, 2011 06:00
August 19, 2011
Welcome to my Parlor: Roz the Doxy

One week…two weeks. You'll learn time isn't exactly important in Sable's universe. Anyhow, after much convincing, I did finally manage to have that chat with Roz whose book is out now! (Go get your copy, ASAP!)
Without further ado, here's the Doxy...
Sable: Hello, Roz. Thanks for sitting down to chat with me today.
Roz: Thanks for having me! *waves* I adore my fans ;)
Sable: I know you've got things to do, so I'll keep it brief.
Roz: Good deal. Working on a new show and I'm still learning the lines.
Sable: Let's jump right into the deep stuff, then. Chunky Monkey?
Roz: *Laughing* I knew you'd pick up on that, Sable. Yes, Chunky Monkey. Preferably by the carton. Unless there's a Magnum bar around…
Sable: Mmmm…Magnum bar. LOL! Are you excited about the book, or did you have reservations about letting everyone into your world?

Roz: Initially I had some reservations, not for myself but for my family. They aren't aware I'm a doxy, but with so many brothers and sisters I'm sure one of them will eventually find out. In spite of what I do, I prefer to keep my life private. As I said in the book, discretion is a requirement as a stage actress, most especially for one of my particular skill. Making my life a literal open book has the potential for repercussions for them, but it can't be helped.
Sable: And knowing that, you still went forward with telling your story?
Roz: Whether I'd told the story or not, I'd still be Roz, and I'd still be a doxy. I thought this would be a good way for others to stop running from what will make them happy. Embrace who you are and live!
Sable: You subtitled it A Friday in Two Acts. Why that particular Friday?
Roz: I knew there'd be some interesting castmates for you to meet. But I really had no idea the day would turn out as it did. That's the beauty of my show, and that's also why it's told the way it is. My show is more improv than scripted, so you got it just as I did. If it had bombed, you'd have experienced that exactly as I had. That's live theatre.
Sable: And you think theatre has the potential to be something more than a couple hours of entertainment?
Roz: Absolutely! The arts are all about giving your audience an impactful experience through sensory stimulation.
Sable: I'm not touching "sensory stimulation". *giggles* So what's happening with you and Q? Anything you'd care to share?
Roz: The curtain's just going up on that play…You'll have to stick around and see how it turns out. ;)
Sable: I definitely will! Okay, just one more question for you. How would you describe yourself in one word?
Roz: Unapologetic.
Sable: Couldn't agree with you more.
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Published on August 19, 2011 09:00
August 5, 2011
Come Party with a Doxy!

This summer has been a crazy one. First there was the release of the anthology, Summer Heat, followed by the extended version of my short, Shaken and Stirred (both of which are available to download for FREE in case you slept through June and July). And if I was excited for those two, I'm ALL THE WAY TURNED UP about ---->>
The Doxy's Daybook: A Friday In Two Acts
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A bit about this story before I give you a lick of the INK I've been teasing you with. This book went through a lot of transformations from "Act 1" to "The End". My editor and my character are both very strong-willed (stubborn) women, and they had differing opinions on how this story should be told. My editor thought the character was too brash—my character, Roz, politely told my editor to, uh, well I won't repeat it. Suffice it to say, things were tense for a while, with me, the lowly author stuck in the middle.
In the end, and with a well-made argument, Roz won out. (No worries, my editor and I are still on speaking terms). But we all agreed the best way for this story to be told would be the exact way Roz tells it. 'Kay, I'll stop rambling, here's the Lick:
Blurb: Call her Roz. All of her fans do...
Follow along with Rosalyn Patrice Hayes, a professional doxy. She's more than an actress, she's "a permanent affair." Every day, this southern-born beauty stars in a play she's also written and produced for an audience that doubles as co-star. It's a performance showing on a stage way off Broadway, the grandest stage of all—the hustle and bustle of life in New York. Told in 1st person, from the time the curtains go up until they go down you'll find yourself mesmerized by each deliciously naughty act.
Warning: 18+ Only! This title contains erotic scenes, graphic language, anal sex, M/M sex, M/F/M sex, Cowboy sex, F/F sex, (sheesh, there's a lot of sex) umm...sex on a desk, sex toys, some light bondage, interracial/international sex, and a doxy with a smart mouth. Yep, that should cover it.
Excerpt: My gaze sweeps the small crowd and falls upon a woman perched elegantly on her chair. Thin, rouged lips sip clear liquid from a goblet, dark eyes scrutinizing my very presence. I know who she is and she knows of me, although she should not. It's under the most unfortunate of circumstances that our awareness of each other is mutual.
She rises, abandoning her meal, arriving at my table with a face full of fury and a body quaking with liquid courage."I know what you do," she hisses vehemently, eyes blazing. As I suspect she smells of vodka and the water glass is a ruse. A prop. Hands braced on my table she leans over to highlight her point. "I know what you are, you disgusting—""Maria." That I've spoken her name only confirms what she already knows, but her face pales, eyes widen that I'd be so bold to admit it. I motion for her to take a seat. "You smug bitch!"Heads turn toward the outburst."Please, sit. There's no reason to make a production of this." She considers my words, pulls out the chair and drops into it. "Would you like your meal brought over?""What? You act like we're friends. I do not consort with hookers!"Maria Burwell—yes that Maria Burwell, "of the Manhattan Burwells"—is married to one of the wealthiest men in the City. As such, she is the consummate socialite, attending every posh event with next season's "it" bag in one hand and a stiff drink in the other. Educated as she is in the art of polite society, you'd think she knows the difference between a run-of-the-mill prostitute and a professional doxy such as myself. Further, half of the people she "consorts" with actually fall into the category she's accusing me of."Maria," I begin again, my tone even. "I understand—"Her fist strikes the table, rattling my water, reminding me I've yet to receive my wine. "I will not sit here and allow you to patronize me. You listen to me, you little cunt. I don't care what you think you understand. Only thing you need to do is stay away from my husband!"There is no talking sense to some people. She's content to cast me the villain and I have no problem playing the role. As I said, acting is adapting; if she wants drama, she's come to the right place."What you've failed to realize, Maria, is that I'm not the one who initiated this affair, your husband did." I offer it casually, voice inflected as though we're old acquaintances having a nice chat. "And when Charles deems our relationship over, it will be. You've nothing to worry about from me."Appalled, her mouth drops open wide enough to let all of that hot air escape if she's not careful. "Do you know who I am?" See what I mean? I'm aware her question is rhetorical, the acrimonious response of someone with more affluence than common sense, but it seems she's the one who's forgotten her role. "Everyone knows who you are, Maria. You do make a habit of embarrassing yourself at every turn." I pause for a swallow of water; place the glass back on the table. "At the mayor's luncheon, you were so drunk you lifted your dress bare-assed." I'd arrived near the end of the soiree for an appointment, just in time to witness the woman's flowing green gown go skyward. Chuckling softly at the memory I add, "And right now you're on the verge of giving us all a repeat performance."She glances around, seeing the eyes, the reproachful shakes of heads. "These people don't know what you are, but I do." I take a deep breath. "And what am I, Maria?""You. Are. A. Whore." Lips curl into a snarl as she snips off each word."That's where you're wrong. I'm a doxy." Her eyes narrow to slits, a frown marring her perfectly arched brow. "Allow me to explain. See, a whore doesn't warrant a second thought. A whore is a fast fuck in an empty closet, or on the subway. A whore is nothing more than a passing fancy, a means to satisfy an immediate human urge. Whores are…"—I shrug—"base."Now a doxy like me,"—I lean forward, voice still low, eyes boring into hers. "I'm that random smile on your husband's face in the middle of the day, Maria. I'm the pep in his step in the morning while you dawdle over the banality of which bag will match which shoes; contemplate what you and the girls will have for lunch over at Lupa's in the Village. And when he finally pushes through the door after working late, yet again, I'm the only reason Charles can stomach coming home to you at night."Monologues always have been a strong suit for me, even short, spontaneous ones such as this. I wait, but as expected Maria has no response; mouth working but nothing comes out. Poor thing has forgotten her lines. A shadow appears to my left and I look up at the newcomer."Is everything all right here, ladies?" Marc's eyes shift nervously between us. "Everything's fine, Marc. Maria and I were just arguing semantics, and I believe I've won the debate."She stands to leave. The air on the moral high ground must be thinner as Maria looks very much like she might faint. Turning on tipsy legs, she stumbles away from Peacock Alley, leaving me in peace."She's a problem that Mrs. Burwell." Marc sighs, hands clasped behind his back, watching the woman's retreating form. "Didn't even pay her bill. All that money can't buy class, as they say." He turns to me. "I'll see what's keeping your lunch, my dear."Marc shuffles away and I'm left to review the encounter. I understand why some might take issue with my profession; argue that what I do is wrong, immoral even. But I learned long ago there is no right or wrong in life, there is only choice. Take the Burwells, choosing to continue in a loveless marriage to keep up appearances. Many years ago, Maria had a relationship with her husband's business associate, a man who almost ran Burwell Industrial into the ground, embezzling funds using information provided by none other than Mrs. Holier-than-thou. As everyone in the Manhattan scene knows, nothing hurts business quite like a scandal, and the Burwell divorce might have gone down as the disgrace of the decade. Still hurt by the situation but unable to leave his wife for the sake of the company, Charles sought out my services. Maria found comfort in socializing and alcohol—the higher the proof the better. Things were fine until the couple's recent attempt to reconcile when, in the throws of passion, Charles called his wife "Roz". Repeatedly. An argument followed, and I assume she has since caught sight of me leaving my appointments with her husband. And so, two years since my arrival, the couple pretends all is fine in the Burwell house; Maria up to her ears in vodka, and Charles balls deep in his doxy.
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I know, I'm a tease. But here's the best part... it's just 99 cents!
So what are you waiting for? Oh, right, the buy links! Of course:
Doxy on AllRomanceEbooks
Doxy on Smashwords
Doxy on Excite Ebooks
Amazon and BN.com coming soon!
Don't forget, sharing is caring. So help spread the word. And join me next week when I sit down with Roz and have an in-depth interview about what it is to be a doxy...
Thanks for coming to party, and thanks for Licking My INK!
Published on August 05, 2011 13:00
July 30, 2011
The Dog Ate My Homework...

To be fair, it's not my fault. Really. I know that sounds like an excuse but it's not. Well, technically, it is, but I'm not trying to excuse myself. I'm "explaining". I had every intention of releasing my newest novel, The Doxy's Daybook: A Friday in Two Acts, on Sunday, July 31st. Why Sunday? Because it's National Orgasm Day, and my book has (1,2,3,4,5...) a lot of em. I finally picked a cover I LOVE; I have an awesome blog post and an interview with my lead character all ready to go and everything!
*insert theatrical sigh*
But alas, it will not happen. Due to circumstances beyond my control (which involves some of my pertinent information being exposed leading to my accounts being frozen until they can get it sorted) *double sigh* I'll have to bring you Doxy on August 5th. That's next Friday for everyone keeping score, and fitting since it's a Friday in the life of a doxy.. I hope you'll hold out until then! Trust me, this Doxy's worth the wait ;)
Until then, you can always pick up your FREE copy of Shaken & Stirred from Smashwords, Allromanceebooks, and now directly on BN.com! And if you've already read it, "read it again for the first time." I used to hate when movie commercials said "watch it again...", but now it has a purpose. LOL!
Thanks for Licking My INK!
Published on July 30, 2011 11:00