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Fresh and Dirty: Three Ways to Renew the Bachelorette Party

Before we get here, can we take it a little inappropriate? Please?

By Alexa Day

Not so long ago, my summers were filled with bachelorette parties. I loved the early ones. We drank to excess. We danced. We spent lovely hours in this one-horse town’s rare male revues and left with our ears ringing.

But the bachelorette party has changed. We are still drinking, thank heavens. The rest of the night’s proceedings — you know, the sexy part — seems to be disappearing. I’m not sure why that’s happening. Are we bearing witness to a Great Chastening that will ultimately be bad for my business as an erotic romance writer? Has our society finally slut-shamed the bachelorette party into a shadow of its former self? Is this just a regional thing that doesn’t affect parties outside America’s southern states?

I don’t know. I only know that this bothers me for two reasons.

First, although this has been a wedding-free summer for me, I don’t think I’ve been to my last bachelorette party, and while I love hanging out with my girls, I certainly prefer a touch of debauchery. And secondly, if what I hear so frequently is true, at some point in the distant future, I’ll be at my own bachelorette party. I have little desire for my own bachelorette party to be chaste, even if I’m holding it in the community area of the retirement home.

So here’s a short, purely self-indulgent wish list of things I’d love to start seeing at bachelorette parties in general and at my own bachelorette party in particular. (Unless robot sex is available at my bachelorette party. Then we can add robot sex to this list as #4.)

1. Nantaimori. It’s sushi served on the glorious naked male body. That’s two of my very favorite things, one on top of the other. Literally. I’ll need to start saving for that now, but I can deal with that.

2. Shirtless service staff. I know, I know. But what can I say? I’m a big fan of the shirtlessness, so the thought of watching the hot shirtless men carrying cocktails and canapes makes me absolutely alliterative. Which is a good thing. At least for me.

3. Erotic poetry. Right now, as I’m writing this, I’m thinking of Ovid. Modern translations of his Art of Love preserve all the ancient heat. From my personal copy of the Humphries translation, I found this gem at the end of a discussion of sexual positions: “Really, I pity the girl whose place, let us say, cannot give her/Pleasure it gives to the man, pleasure she ought to enjoy.” Sure, he goes on to suggest that we ladies fake it ’til we make it, as it were, but nobody’s perfect.

I believe the trend in bachelorette parties in general is swinging away from debauchery to something more sedate, like spa days. It’s a difficult transition for me; I’m a staunch defender of a woman’s right to debauchery. But if the point of the bachelorette party is the company of friends and family in a celebration anticipating a major life change, then I support the sedate party. You know, for other people.

I can always hit the strip club for my birthday.

Or Labor Day.

Or Friday.

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Sexy Saturday Round Up

Hey glorious people–

Here we are to celebrate your Saturday/Sunday with some fun links from the Lady Smut bloggers.  World cup sex, geriatric love affairs, and a discussion of animal sex (literally) await you.  Enjoy!

By Madeline Iva:

What’s the future of safe sex?

For women who like their bad boys authentic–the hottie bad boy thug.

Do animals have sex for fun? 

An instant Men’s Fashion Don’t: the asymmetric thong.

From Alexa:

Beauty is truth, truth beauty. That’s all I know about the World Cup, and all I need to know.

If my job weren’t the best job ever, Sarah Beall’s job might be.

Are we seeing enough different types of strength in female characters?

And are those particular female characters overlooking potentially perfect mates?

From Elizabeth:

In the market for a new home? Buy Leonardo DiCaprio’s!

Just when you thought writing with a pen was dead, we’re learning of a resurgence in having pen pals.

The Brazilian team can have sex as long as it’s not acrobatic, and other world cup sex rules.

Let’s hear it for the (old) girl! 91-year-old granny appears on British TV to talk about her amazing sex life – with her 31-year-old boyfriend.

Lots and lots of naked people on TV!

 

 

Androgyny is Sexy

by C. Margery Kempe

I’m off to the south for Leicester Comic Con and some running around in London with one of my publishers. So somewhat hastily, I offer this visual feast which most recently came from one of my Pinterest boards, though it’s an ongoing theme with me. I love drag and androgyny. I’m revising some of my fairytale shorts into novellas, including my take on Rumpelstiltskin which includes a young man pretending to be female (for complicated reasons). I’m also editing a collection for Fox Spirit Books, Drag Noir. But there’s something really sexy about gender slippage. So here’s a really striking image from the

Sigourney Weaver via MUBI

Isn’t that amazing? Sigourney Weaver is gorgeous whether male or female, just like the fabulous Tilda Swinton. And that’s what I love: the slippage itself is sexy. Fey boys and boi girls — maybe it was the glam influence and then punk in the 1970s upheaval. Who can say.

Do you find androgyny sexy?

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Gritty & Witty: Q&A with M/M Romance Author Ellis Carrington

 

Ellis’s story is part of the “MENDED” anthology from Dreamspinner Press.

by Madeline Iva

I love Ellis Carrington because she wants “books that make her sob like there’s no tomorrow”.  She has a new m/m story out called TOTAL IMMERSION.  Here’s a blurb:

Evan Stanton is in over his head. Injured from a fall on campus, he’s let his boyfriend talk him into a senior year total immersion trip—two weeks abroad—only his boyfriend ends up dumping him shortly before takeoff. Evan gets on the plane anyway, but he’s lost his hope and added to his pain.

Chris Bale decided to spend his senior year of college clearing his head after breaking up with the girl he’s dated since high school. He finds himself on a flight to Istanbul next to a surly kid with piercings and guyliner who couldn’t be more his opposite. They strike up a friendship anyway, and as they make their way across a foreign land, Bale realizes he’s too immersed in Evan to let go.

MADELINE IVA: I understand your latest release TOTAL IMMERSION is in an anthology for hurt/caring stories –Why are hurt/caring stories catnip for queer folk?

ELLIS CARRINGTON: I’ve never read or written fan fic so I can’t speak to the trope’s popularity on those sites in particular (although I hear those stories about Ron and Harry Potter can be h-a-w-t!). Based on observation alone, hurt/comfort does seem to be a popular trope in the gay romance genre. I think we see it in male/female romance too, but I feel like I see more variety in male/male stories; from two boys running away from foster care together in a gay YA story to two men helping each other heal after coming home from war with missing limbs. I think the fascination exists in part because men tend to be perceived as less emotional, and painful experiences provide a situation for emotional growth and intimacy between two characters.

MADELINE IVA: Can you show us an example?

ELLIS CARRINGTON: Here’s a look at a caring/hurting moment near the beginning of TOTAL IMMERSION.  Two young men are on a college study abroad trip across Turkey and Greece. Evan is suffering from an injury, and Bale is looking to “find himself” before he goes out into the real world.

They call Cappadocia The Land of the Fairy Chimneys. It all actually looked crazy cool, and I tried hard to listen to this story about persecuted Christians in the Byzantine era or something. This whole country is full of history and culture I oughta be soaking up, but I couldn’t pay attention. If I’d had the basic ability to stand still, I’d have wanted to draw everything.

“You okay?” If I didn’t know better, I’d swear Bale could tell what was wrong. He’d been five steps behind me all day, and I hated to say it, but I didn’t mind.

“Sucks today, man.” We’re supposed to hike this ridiculous trail through some valley of houses carved into cliffs until, sometime in an impossible future, we eventually get back to the bus. I wasn’t so sure I could make the distance, and I didn’t want to say so out loud.

For reasons I didn’t get, he’d been putting up with my shit and propping up my sanity every day since this trip started. I’d realized the thing he said that night in Istanbul was right. I really hadn’t been living. Not well. Made me want to be stronger. Today, I wasn’t sure how. Bale’s head bobbed. This blonde chick named Kristin tried to show him a funny postcard or whatever, but he waved her off and pressed up next to me at the back of our tour group.

“Here.” He wrapped his hand around my back, lifting up under my arms. “Let me help.”

“You don’t have to. I can manage.” Except I wasn’t sure I could. I didn’t want to need help, though, especially not from him. I wanted him to think I was strong. I’d given up on being strong in front of Josh, and maybe that was why he’d given up on me. No, Bale and I weren’t like that, but still. I figured the lesson still applied.

“Come on,” Bale said. He leaned over so his lips touched my ear. “I know you’ve been keeping it to yourself more, but I can tell when it hurts. Your forehead gets this deep crease in the middle, and you start rubbing your lower back. You pace. Back and forth, like a caged animal, cuz I bet it’s too hard to stand still.”

Well I sure as hell got still right then. Him getting me so on the money threw me for a loop, and I wound up leaning against his arm out of surprise.

“You’re right.” I tried to say it quietly, not wanting my voice to carry to the whole group. “It’s been a lot. My legs feel like they don’t wanna hold me up anymore. I’ve got knives digging into my back. I want to collapse in a bed and not get up for a week.”

Bale’s scruff brushed my cheek. He hadn’t shaved in a few days.

“Tell you what. I heard the tour guide say there was a place to stop and rest up ahead. Let’s see if you can make it that far. We’ll take a time out, get on the bus back to the hotel, and have a few hours to chill out before dinner. You’ll have your time to rest.” He nudged me in the side. “You make it without too much whining, I give a pretty decent massage. Used to give ’em to my ex when she was sore from work. I can help you loosen up those overtired muscles.”

We started walking. I tried to lighten the mood by making a joke.

“So you gonna give me the same kind of massage you used to give your girl?”

He shrugged.

M/M sugar kink with a dash of paranormal…

“We’ll see how you behave.” 

MADELINE IVA: Your vampire story “Yes Sir” has a great cover, and includes a voodoo priestess. Yum!  The cover has a guy with tied up hands, — does it get very bdsm-y?  Is gay BDSM different from straight BDSM?

ELLIS CARRINGTON: Thank you! I love that cover too. It was designed by Pickyme, who has done fabulous covers for a lot of amazing authors, and I adore her. I would say Yes, Sir is light BDSM? Someone called it sugar-kink?

MADELINE IVA: Ah! Sugar kink is my favorite kind of kink.

ELLIS CARRINGTON: It’s a short story, and I am not a lifestyle gal, so while I made every effort to ensure accuracy (there’s definitely some whipping and submission in there), it’s not on the order of say, Tiffany Reisz, whom I would consider to be a “real” BDSM writer because she’s lived the lifestyle and really goes into detail about the hows and whys of all of that in her books.

MADELINE IVA: Yup she paints BDSM in all the blue, black, and purples one could want.

ELLIS CARRINGTON: I will say that Yes, Sir is one of my most-read stories, and I’ve gotten awesome feedback—both from folks in the lifestyle who thought that the main character’s submissive point of view felt realistic to them, and also from folks who said it was their first male/male read, and that they enjoyed it and would read more. That’s a huge compliment. That aside, I don’t think there’s any difference between gay BDSM and any other, save for the actual naughty bits. ;)

MADELINE IVA: Vacation, vampires,  & “Yes Sir” – what other themes do you write about?

ELLIS CARRINGTON: I think most of what I write boils down to people finding their way out of situations in which they feel trapped through the power of love. *cue the inspirational music* Right now I’m working on the sequel to my small town romance, Stripped Clean. This series revolves around the idea of men finding love together in a small-town girlie bar called The Escapade, which I just thought was a really fun concept. All those naked ta-tas and they only have eyes for each other. ;)

MADELINE IVA:  Now, you are writing male voices, but does writing men reflect something about who you are?

ELLIS CARRINGTON: My writing itself is pretty angsty. There are irrevocable mistakes and guys contemplating suicide, and a lot of that is what I believe Chuck Wendig calls writing into the void. None of the guys I write are me, of course, but they’re all experiencing something painful that’s stuck with me for some reason. I’m one of those people who has trouble watching the news because I’ll hear about the death of a child and think about it months or even years later. So writing is a kind of catharsis for me.

MADELINE IVA: Name two fav m/m reads.

ELLIS CARRINGTON: It’s hard to choose only two:

One is CHASE IN SHADOW by Amy Lane. It’s about a guy who believes so deeply he can’t be gay that he gets engaged to a woman, then secretly starts filming gay-for-pay porn. He falls in love with another man on the set, and when the whole thing overwhelms him, he tries to kill himself. Every time I read that story, I cry and I cry hard.

Another fave is MINE by Mary Calmes – the hero is a criminal, which is sort of an oxymoron I guess, but I love the character. He makes every choice he makes in life for the man he loves, and yet he’s strong, confident, and fearless in a way that’s larger than life. He’s the kind of hero I dream of writing.

I also have to mention FAITH AND FIDELITY by Tere Michaels, which starts a really gorgeous about two former cops. So good.

MADELINE IVA: A few years back, women were criticized for writing gay romance that included inaccurate portrayals of gay sex.  Yet, now there’s been a greater sense of accuracy instilled in the genre written by women.  What’s your take on this? Should women write m/m sex like gay men actually have gay sex? Is it okay for women writers not to be 100% accurate and if so, why?

ELLIS CARRINGTON: I think starting out there may have been a lack of information, but I do mostly think accuracy is there now and it is important. Women who write gay romance caught a lot of flak about accuracy, and over time we’ve worked to disprove that theory so I’m bothered by it as well. I mean, I’ve read sex scenes in gay romance written by men even that failed to mention lube. I don’t figure that’s an accuracy issue so much as they were doing the whole “magic of fiction” thing and glossing over it for the sake of making the scene flow better. So minor stuff like that doesn’t bug me. If I read a love scene between two men where the man has multiple orgasms or something, I raise an eyebrow (unless I’m reading say, paranormal or sci-fi) since that’s a thing women can do but men—typically—cannot.

Some will argue that since romance is mostly read by women it doesn’t matter, but men read romance too, and I think we should do our best to respect those readers.

MADELINE IVA: Why would a woman who’s never tried reading m/m like it if she tried it?  What would she get out of it that she may not get out of the romance she currently reads?

ELLIS CARRINGTON: Aside from the fact that one man is hot and two men are hotter… ;)

MADELINE IVA: Ah-ha! Yeah. Aside from that.

ELLIS CARRINGTON: The female archetypes in romance fiction can get stale for some readers. We get tired of the waifs and the librarians. Not spunky enough. We don’t want a heroine who’s too stupid to live. The vixen, she’s too slutty, or maybe too bitchy. Or maybe we don’t like the words used to describe her lady parts. Female readers, we have specific things we either love or hate. But two men together, that’s a brand new dynamic, there’s equality there. I think a lot of readers find it breathes new life into their reading.

That’s how I came to the experience. I got a Kindle for Christmas, downloaded some new stories I hadn’t heard of before, and fell in love.

Aw. There you have it, readers.  Go find Ellis Carrington on:

Her Website: http://elliscarrington.com/

The Twitter: https://twitter.com/mmbyellis

and FB: https://www.facebook.com/EllisCarringtonRomance

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Why Does Old People Having Sex Make Us Squishy?

By Elizabeth Shore

Here’s a text conversation I had recently with my dad:

Dad: Hey, I ordered your book! Can’t wait to read it.

Me (texting with panic): Oh, Dad, that’s great, but really. You don’t have to. My books are for the ladies.

Dad: Ha ha. Of course I’m going to read it. You’re my daughter!

A week passed. Another text from dad:

Dad: Just finished your book. I loved it!

Me (feeling the combustive burn in my face): Oh. Well, thanks Dad. 

Then I crawled away to hide.

Actually, I didn’t. My dad’s cool and always supportive. He’ll read whatever I write, by God, and nothing’s gonna stop him. Part of my mortification, of course, is related to the fact that I don’t want my dad knowing what his daughter knows about, you know, sex. I mean, really, just … no.  Ach. He’s my dad. But the other part of me wonders whether my cringing is solely related to that or honestly, if there’s a part of me that just doesn’t want to think about – gaah! – older people as sexual beings who are having sex.

I think I can safely argue that plenty of people don’t like the thought of senior sex. A sexually active man in his 30s is a stud. In his 70s he’s a dirty old man. How far one falls as the years pile on! Clearly the latter moniker reflects society’s negative view on the thought of  older folks doin’ the down and dirty. But why? Hey, we’re all getting older. I don’t intend to put the brakes on in the bedroom just because a few grey hairs show up to the party.  But are we as a society now so youth oriented that the thought of seniors and sex make some go “ewww”?

In Japan this doesn’t seem to be the case. A recent article on Time.com cited the rocketing rise of “elder porn” in Japan. Yes, Japan. It’s a country that repeatedly comes out in surveys as one of the world’s most sexless societies, with 25% of married couples stating that they go for a year or more without making love, and 38% of 50+ couples stating they have no sex at all. So what’s a 50-or-more-something to do in sexless real life? Watching elder porn appears to be the answer. Thirty percent of films in the largest adult video store in Japan have “mature women” as the theme.

The interesting thing is that statistics show older people are indeed getting it on, despite sex at an older age posing some potential problems. Joints get stiff but other parts don’t (heyo!). Women can experience vaginal dryness, either sex could collapse from a heart attack, etc. etc. The list can go on, but where there’s a will there’s a way, and seniors are indeed having their way. With each other.

Our Lady Smut frequent commenter Charmaine Gordon writes what she calls “mature romances,” in which her hero and heroines can be 50 or even 60 years plus, and there are romances out there with the h/h over 40. What I really don’t see, however, is romance, especially erotic romance, featuring seniors. As in retirees, or the “above 70″ crowd. I have to wonder if that’s going to change. The 70+ population now was raised in a much more conservative era. Will 20-something erotic romance readers of today be sexually active seniors tomorrow and, in turn, consume erotic romance featuring heroes and heroines like themselves?

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Five Things I’m Obsessing over:

By Liz Everly

Here’s some of the things keeping my monkey-mind occupied these days.

Darynda Jones’s series. I had heard about this series awhile ago and recently read the first book, “First Grave from the Right,” and LOVED it. It’s definitely a genre-bending series, which I like a lot. The main character is a grim reaper and a private investigator. The dead come to her to “cross over,” but sometimes she needs to figure our who killed them before they can cross. What I liked about the first book is that the mystery-crime aspect to it was complex enough to keep my interest. But, surprise, surprise! It was also HAWT read. There is a creature that she has known in her past and that comes to her in dreams and more…I’m not going to say what he is or it would give too much away. But the romantic scenes sizzle between them and now I MUST read the second in the series. It kind of reminds me of the Sookie Stackhouse series in the way in mashes up paranomal/mystery/romance in a fun, clever, and sexy way.
The Young Adult genre. I’m on a serious junket here started by my editor who told me about “Tiger Lily” by by Jodi Lynn Anderson How much did I love this book? Let me count the ways, people. I love a good twist on a fairy tale, plus the writing was just superb. Next I read “The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender” by Leslye Walton, an exquisitely told story about a young woman, her family, and her life—and a brutal incident that happens to her. Oh, did I mention she was born with wings? So, now I’m reading “The Fault in Our Stars” by John Green because my daughter loves it and has been singing its praises. It is good—though it’s a different kind of YA than I’ve been reading. But here’s the thing, the word “Dutch” is used in this book in relating to the nationality. But I’m still feeling the after effects from the way it was used in “First Grave from the Right.” (Yeah, that’s how vivid that book was for me. The word Dutch might always haunt me.)
Polenta on the grill. Okay so you knew there would have be a food item on my list, right? I’ve always liked polenta. But I’ve been eating more of it since I’ve been watching my gluten in-take. These days, they make it with great ingredients already in it and you just have to slice it to cook it. My favorite is the jalepeno and cilantro. Grilling it gives it an extra zing.
Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries. This is an Australian  series set in the 1920s. (Oh to have been born a flapper, right?) She’s not a flapper, but she has a title or inheritance or something and sort of can do what ever she want—and sometimes she does, which leads to very sexy parts. One of my favorite lines: “I don’t allow myself to be lustfully compromised during murder investigations.” But otherwise? She is quite game. The show is very well written and the clothes and sets are to-die for. And the actress who plays Miss Fisher is rather gorgeous. Check this out:
Summer. We have nothing grand planned, just the whole glorious season stretching out before us like a dream. I love the fresh food from the garden (food again) and the way at the beginning of the summer feels like it might not ever end. The beginning. And this is the first summer in years that I don’t have a deadline pressing down on me. I might just take some time off. Yes. Indeed.

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In the mean time, what are you obsessing about?

 

Sexy Is As Sexy Does

by Kiersten Hallie Krum

Now that’s sexy

I’ve been reading through my manuscript in preparation for a new set of requested submissions. A couple of recent rejections have had me spinning with doubt, which happens but it’s still a smack up the head. It’s been a few months since I’ve read through the book and, as usual, fresh eyes have caught typos and bad phrasing that make me cringe. But time away from the novel has also given me a fresh perspective on scenes that aren’t quite gelling, namely an important sex scene.

Sexy and romantic

A good sex scene is an action scene and not just in the sense that the characters are getting some action. It needs to advance the story, either that of the plot or the characters. Even in erotic romance, there’s more to it than just insert slot A into tab B, although admittedly, there are more slots and tabs to be had there. My romantic suspense novels have to incorporate the suspense plot in some manner even when the romance, a la, the sex, is in the forefront.

In a good sex scene, emotional stakes have to be high for each of the lovers. Jumping into bed (or on a table, or over a table for that matter) has to involve emotional risk. The characters may not even be able to recognize the risks they’re taking by being intimate, but the reader has to see it, even if only as subtext.

Raw and intimate, vulnerability can be very sexy.

It’s no easy thing to find those emotional moments of vulnerability amidst the bow chicka bow wow that truly make the scene vibrate with tension especially when, in print as in life, many find it easier to hop into bed with someone than to allow themselves to be emotionally vulnerable. Sometimes it takes a revision or two to make those scenes really pop. Or ten. All right, fine, or twenty. Yeesh. Tough crowd.

Sex scenes are different for every writer and every reader too because everyone has a different idea of just what makes something sexy. Graphic or sweet, naughty or tender, sexy is as sexy does and what turns one reader on may not be what cranks up another.

Writers also have different ideas of what makes a scene sexy and that’s one of the many reasons why there’s such diversity in the romance genre: there’s something good for everyone under that hood.

Seriously sexy and emotional.

Ultimately, writing a good sex scene is a lot like having good sex in real life—at some point, you just have to enthusiastically go for it. Turns of phrase, shifts of bodies, changes in intentions, angles of meaning, and a finish that resonates in the heart (along with other regions) will all get the reader going into the next part of the book’s journey.

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Judging Him By His Hardcovers: Men, Books And Sex Appeal

Shouldn’t bedtime reading put Don at ease?

By Alexa Day

Today is Father’s Day here in the U.S., and if I were more of a family girl, I’d probably put a salute to fatherhood here. Blame my faulty biological clock, which has been flashing 12:00 since … well, forever. I just don’t think parenthood is sexy, and I am bound and determined to bring you something sexy today.

I’ll tell you what is sexy, though. A man’s library is sexy.

I love the big libraries because they suggest some sort of literary gluttony. (In my eyes, a voracious reader is at least as good a find as a great dancer.) I like the spartan libraries, too, the discreet display of the few books to earn a spot in a particular man’s heart. Most of all, though, I love to see a book on a man’s nightstand.

And it’s not just me — guys have demonstrated that the written word brings out the romantic in them.

I once worked with a man who told me he’d always remember the weekend he and his wife merged their libraries. You know you’re committed, he said, when you surrender a book you’ve owned since you were a teenager because your wife has a copy and you only need one now. But as romantic as that is, it doesn’t top one man’s ultimate birthday gift to his wife: the entire Penguin Classics Library.

Not even Don can make The Sound and the Fury sexy enough to read me over the phone.

I once dated a man whose living room library was all business, philosophy and sports. He kept a copy of The Arabian Nights in the tiny, intimate library in his bedroom, next to the dish that held his pocket change and his watch. I myself don’t have a bedroom library (I’d need another bedroom for it), but I thought it was a sexy idea.

I once enjoyed an arrangement with a man who only gave me books as presents. The first was a new release by one of his favorite authors. After that (you know, once the first book gave him a great deal more access to my home), he started giving me companion volumes to the books I already had. The funny thing was that he was absolutely convinced that this was the least personal gift he could possibly give me. Sometimes, the most obvious things eluded him like that; that’s probably why our arrangement didn’t last terribly long.

Does the presence of the e-reader diminish this hidden source of male sex appeal? Possibly. I mean, we need to know what’s putting that intriguing furrow into a man’s brow, don’t we? I don’t mind being judged by a book’s cover, and I’ve exercised my share of friendly speculation, too. I think the greater danger is that our hot male friends don’t know how sexy their shelves are. That’s an easy enough problem to solve, right?

He thinks Dante’s Inferno is beach reading. Hot or not?

If you want to know what Don Draper is reading in these photos, the New York Public Library has put together a list of books seen on Mad Men. And if you’re really after some hot fatherhood, well, I hear the Independent Film Channel is running a DILF marathon today. You’re welcome, of course. Happy Father’s Day!

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Sexy Saturday Round-Up

By Liz Everly and the Lady Smut Bloggers

Hello Sexy! Well, our break is over and a few of us have been scouting the Internet for your reading pleasure. Sit back, relax, and enjoy!

Fifty Shades of Gray: Self Help?

How female authors take advantage of their husbands. What the what?

Another fascinating take on the Amazon-Hachette story.

From Elizabeth:

Are we losing the art of reading?

If we are still reading, here are 10 of the most fantastically dirty novels you need to know about.

You really don’t need to drink 8 cups of water a day, and other busted fitness myths.

What guys really think of the way you talk.

 

Stay Hungry,

Liz

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Cover Reveal: One Night in Rome

by C. Margery Kempe

Yeah, I know we’re on a break, but I couldn’t wait until next week to show you the steamy cover for my next novella One Night in Rome. It’s part of Tirgearr Publishing’s City Nights series of globe-trotting sexy novellas (writers, they’re now open to submissions for non-Tirgearr authors, too). Without further ado:

One Night in Rome
Out July 22, 2014
After a lifetime of wishing, at last Celia’s in Rome! But exploring the timeless art and ancient monuments on her own wasn’t part of the plan. Will the magic of the Eternal City provide some romance before her holiday ends?

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