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September 10, 2015
#ThursdayThoughts
September 9, 2015
REVIEW: Dutch, by Madhuri Blaylock
“The prose reads like verse, with words and sentences that tumble over each other like the emotions of the characters. If you’re going to write in first person, this is how you do it…Madhuri Blaylock kicks so much ass with DUTCH. It is now a favorite read of 2015.” SQUEE. Mad mad love for my dirty nasty book and my sexy-as-fuck characters, Dutch and Juma.
Originally posted on Around the World in 80 Books:
5 out of 5 stars ★★★★★
Erotica/Paranormal/Urban Fantasy
October 2015
Synopsis:
Arrogant, handsome, and detached, deadly assassin Dutch Mathew has an insatiable appetite for bourbon, cigarettes, and women. A Keeper for The Gate, the shadowy organization designed to control Death and her Poochas, those reclaimers helping the dead cross back to life, he has three simple rules for anyone sharing his bed: no talking, no kissing, no touching.
Juma Landry is all about talking and kissing and touching. The more talking and kissing and touching, the better.
And as one of Death’s Poochas, the best in fact, she is Dutch’s next assignment. He is tasked with ending each and every one of her nine lives but with her sharp banter, beautiful smile, and hips made for all kinds of wickedness, she isn’t going to make that easy.
Set in New York City and Trivandrum, DUTCH, book one in…
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September 8, 2015
That Man
That Man
He’s waiting in that pool
trying to distract me
with his bedroom eyes
and his lusty smirk
and his hands that know
me better than I know myself
He’ll press his lips
to that spot on my neck
at that time in the morning
when I’m almost awake
but not really
and I’ll come undone
with that touch of wet heat
He’ll lean close
and whisper an inside joke
as we walk into a crowded dinner party
and his mouth
on the shell of my ear
will make my eyes dance
and my pussy drip
He’ll know
when I’m tightly wound
and angry
that’s it not him
and it’s not meant for him
that I can’t help it
I’m pissed
And as I’m raging and ranting
he’ll listen and take it
and then fuck me stupid
against that wall in the hallway
He’ll pay attention
to the details
and know
my eyes are light brown
there are two freckles by my left tit
my serious wounds keloid
I take my bourbon neat
he’ll know small remembereds matter
and he’ll tunnel a thousand of them
straight to my soul
He’ll fuck me in the bathroom
of our favorite bar
wildchild style
like the rockstars we are
(some days)
then two nights later
escort me to the work function
where I’m the keynote speaker
looking chic and stunning
in his bespoke suit
and Ferragamo shoes
as he guides me to our table
his hand resting just so
on the small of my back
He’s waiting in that pool
to fuck me up down and sideways
and make me come
again
and again
and again
so why the hell
am I still here
talking to you?
My friend, fellow Write Bitch and Editor at Fifty Shades of WOC in Romance, Kayti Nika Raet, posted this photo of Godfrey Gao on our Fifty Shades page and asked us to respond: “I need hotness in the comments ASAP!” I thought the photo was the perfect writing prompt, so I ran with it. Like my #WednesdayFreeWrite posts, this is unedited and imperfect, so enjoy it and all its little imperfections. And enjoy Godfrey because seriously, he is hot. as. fuck.
September 7, 2015
Getting Proustian With…REBEKAH WEATHERSPOON – The Interview Series
Fit
Tamed
Sated
#WOCinromance
award-winning lesbian romance writer
unabashed Nicki Minaj lover
Rebekah Weatherspoon
and now she’s sitting down for some Proustian fun…
Getting Proustian With…
Rebekah Weatherspoon
1. What is your idea of perfect happiness? Pizza. And living near the ocean.
2. What is your greatest fear? I’m not telling you that. People could be listening.
3. What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? I am way too hard on myself. I beat myself up over the dumbest things, but I’m working on it.
4. What is the trait you most deplore in others? Cruelty. I can’t stand people who are mean to others just to be mean. Drives me bonkers.
5. Which living person do you most admire? My dad.
6. What is your greatest extravagance? Uh, not sure. I’m pretty cheap all the time. And pretty much everywhere I go is based on price and ease. :D
7. What is your current state of mind? I’m tired and thinking about what else I have to do after I finish this questionnaire.
8. What do you consider the most overrated virtue? European Beauty Standards.
9. On what occasion do you lie? When people ask me what I’m doing later or why I didn’t answer the phone. I’m an introvert who hates talking all the phone.
10. What do you most dislike about your appearance? My back fat.
11. Which living person do you most despise? Dick Cheney. Lena Dunham is a close second.
12. What is the quality you most like in a man? Honesty.
13. What is the quality you most like in a woman? Honesty.
14. Which words or phrases do you most overuse? “Like”
15. What or who is the greatest love of your life? Myself.
16. When and where were you happiest? At home with my parents or with my would be in-laws. I love being “home”.
17. Which talent would you most like to have? I wish I could draw.
18. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? Nothing.
19. What do you consider your greatest achievement? Not giving up on myself.
20. If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be? A bird. I would love to be able to fly.
21. Where would you most like to live? The Caribbean
22. What is your most treasured possession? My iPad
23. What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? Self-hatred
24. What is your favorite occupation? Being a romance writer.
25. What is your most marked characteristic? My voice
26. What do you most value in your friends? People who let me be me.
27. Who are your favorite writers? Beverly Jenkins, Alyssa Cole, Alisha Rai, Octavia Butler, to name a few.
28. Who is your hero of fiction? I’d have to think about that for a while.
29. Which historical figure do you most identify with? No idea. History books lie.
30. Who are your heroes in real life? My dad and my godmother.
31. What are your favorite names? Mabel and Lucy.
32. What is it that you most dislike? Turnips.
33. What is your greatest regret? Nothing. I’m on my journey.
34. How would you like to die? In my sleep, Notebook style.
35. What is your motto? Keep going.
After years of meddling in her friends’ love lives, Rebekah turned to writing romance as a means to surviving a stressful professional life. She has worked in various positions from library assistant, meter maid, middle school teacher, B movie production assistant, reality show crew chauffeur, D movie producer, and her most fulfilling job to date, lube and harness specialist at an erotic boutique in West Hollywood.
Her interests include Wonder Woman collectibles, cookies, James Taylor, quality hip-hop, football, American muscle cars, large breed dogs, and the ocean. When she’s not working, writing, reading, or sleeping, she is watching Ken Burns documentaries and cartoons or taking dance classes. If given the chance, she will cheat at UNO. She was raised in Southern New Hampshire and now lives in Southern California with an individual who is much more tech savvy than she ever will be.
A few spots you can find Rebekah:
September 5, 2015
September 4, 2015
#WednesdayFreeWrite – SONG
SONG
There is a Lenny Kravitz song
that opens with a drum roll
and then moves into all kinds of sexy shit
in that narrow hips
leather pants
big dick
rockstar way
that only Lenny can do
and it reminds me of that summer
when I breezed into that store
without really thinking
and you moved into my space
like you knew me
and I started to say
what the fuck
because I’m not the kind of girl
you get all up on
but the words
shit
they just kind of got lost
somewhere in the ether
as I got trapped
in the web of your masculine perfection
and before I knew it
we were at dinner
doing shots
and laughing like we’d known each other forever
when really
all we knew
was that we wanted
to fuck each other stupid
and we fell into your apartment
an amalgam of arms
legs
lips
tongues
until I caught my breath
and said “stop”
your hands cupped my ass
my legs wrapped around your waist
our bodies pressed against the wall
heavy breathing
the only sound in the silence
and I wondered why I suddenly became
the girl who didn’t fuck on the first date
when I was always the girl
who did whatever she pleased
and you gathered yourself
and you smiled
because under all that smoldering sex
you were the consummate gentleman
“I’m gonna put on some music
grab yourself a drink”
and just like that
our dance around each other
was back on
without us even knowing it
this time more subtle
tentative
and full of seduction
as Lenny and that rhythm
so sexy and quiet
urgent and low
settled in our blood
pooled in our bones
and did things to us
hours of whispered stories
nervous laughter
the touch of my knee
the warmth of your mouth
my fingers on your scars
you on my tattoos
bit by bit
painstakingly
stripped naked
and revealed to one another
brown on black
curves and hard planes
stilled breath
parted lips
drenched pussy
rock hard dick
beautiful
young
and in lust.
That was a long time ago
the summer we found each other
when your hands learned
every inch of my body
your mouth devoured me
and you and your beautiful mind
captured my soul
holding a piece of me
hostage forever
We were so young
as we parted back then
still listening to Lenny
laughing about all kinds of forever-evers
I-love-you-no-matter-whats
and so many
lets-just-fuck-right-heres
(no one will see
trust me)
little did we know
there would be a late night
and a car
and a knife
because we were young
and in love
and that shit didn’t happen
Until it did.
So yeah
there is a Lenny Kravitz song
that opens with a drum roll
and then moves into all kinds of sexy shit
and it reminds me of that summer
and I fucking hate it.
My #WednesdayFreeWrite series is based on what I write during the 10 minutes allotted my writing group’s Wednesday Prompt. As always, these pieces are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are unedited and unscripted, super loose and probably my favorite ten minutes of the week, so please be patient with the less-than-perfect and the not-quite-ready. They’re perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.
September 3, 2015
September 2, 2015
Touch Me Tease Me
The other night I came across a book recommendation for a diverse erotic MMF menage series called THE COMPLETE OBSESSION SAGA by Liliana Lee. Being the filth monster I am, and intrigued by the Imperial China setting – history nerd alert bells went off all over the place – I snatched up a copy of THE OBSESSION, book I in the series, and started reading.
I finished it the next night and here’s what I now know about myself:
1. Sex for the mere sake of sex doesn’t turn me on. And this is coming from a total dirty girl. I love reading and writing great sex, the kind that rattles the walls and almost breaks the bed, where lovers are covered in sweat and spit and come, sex that unnerves and devours and leaves characters shaken and stirred and all kinds of horny. Desperate sex, that’s ugly and painful, teeth bared, bodies pressed against walls, banging against each other, seeking release. Deviant sex, dark and twisted, tied up in knots, mastered by another, submitting to one’s most perverse self. I love all of it, but I need a story. I need to feel something, anything, for the characters. A detached woman being fucked by a man while another eats her out hardly titillates. Yeah, it’s a threesome. So fucking what? I want inside her head, I want to know how her body reacts to being touched by two men at the same time, I want to know why she chose them, I want something besides the act. Written properly, all I need is a sentence or two, and I would be totally down for your threesome, because I am dirty like that and threesomes are fucking hot. At least they should be.
2. Sex should be sexy, it should make me hot and want to fuck. Bothered. I want to feel bothered when I read your sexy sex. My skin should tingle and my mind should contemplate all kinds of wicked shit. Because you’re bringing the heat and your characters are scorching and they are totally into being fucked the twenty different ways you’re having them fuck because they are desperate for each other. Every part of their being is honed in on touching and sucking and fucking and their partner(s) and their bodies and lips and tongues and it’s all just explosively hot and by the time I’m finished reading it, my panties should be kind of useless.
3. Women are vital to my reading experience, so if your book includes a woman MC, I need to know her. Even better, make me fall in love with her. She can be a raging bitch, a total fucking nightmare, a despicable human being, but make me love her nasty. And for god’s sake, make her more than the reflection of her male counterpart. I want to know her outside the context of him. I want to knew HER. I need to know HER. Because when I knew her, when she becomes more than a blank face longing to be fucked hard by her man, then I can stop focusing on how weird and discomfiting it is that I have no idea what she looks like, how she thinks, what makes her tick, and I can sink my teeth into your story and get lost for a bit.
4. Words matter. They especially matter when writing sex, all that fucking and sucking and touching – god, they matter. The wrong words can turn a scene that should excite and engage into a complete snore fest, making me skim it for the “good parts.” The last thing you want folks doing is skimming your sex scenes. Use the right words and no one will ever skim your shit. Okay, I take that back. They might skim, but at least when they do, they’ll find the good shit, the sexy, the stuff that gets them all hot and bothered. Because again, words matter. Here are some words that work: tits, pussy, dick, cunt, fuck, nipple, wet, clit, rock hard, and even cock, although it’s not my preference. Here’s what doesn’t work: her apex of desire, her sex, seam, organ, turgid member, pearl, rod, slit, gash, anything clinical. This list could go on and on but I think you get my drift.
5. Back to my women MCs. Creating a woman who loves sex and fucking and sucking and touching and doing all of that with multiple men is great but it’s not enough to build a character of substance who I’m going to want to learn about, care about, fall for. If that’s one aspect of her then yes, bravo to you for celebrating her sexual self-awareness, I LOVE reading women like that, I create women like that. But that can’t be her identity. It can’t be all you give me because for a reader like myself, who knows women are highly sexual beings and love a good, hard fuck and think about that good, hard fuck, often and in much detail, your sexually free woman MC is horribly one-dimensional. Please, please, please make her multi-faceted, dynamic, confident, and then of course, make her wickedly horny.
This is all a very roundabout way of saying I don’t think I like erotica – fucking for the mere sake of fucking. I need more from my beloved filth-filled books. It’s why I write erotic romance. I need the story and the backstory and the well-developed characters and god, please give me tons of sexy, badass, gorgeous, dirty-mouthed, confident women and men to love. It’s what I like to read, it’s what I like to write. The act with nothing more hardly gets me off.
Despite all of the above, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy THE OBSESSION, because I did. The Imperial Chinese setting, coupled with the male character Yuan, were enough to keep me intrigued and reading to the end because the fact remains, I am an unabashed filth-monster and I needed to know whether they fucked. Will I read book II? Nah, but I must admit, I’m tempted to grab book III and find out how it all ends.
Because I’m dirty like that.
August 30, 2015
Getting Proustian With…CHEVOQUE – The Interview Series
What happens
when two dirty-minded girls
pass each other
– in the virtual sense –
in the night?
Most likely
they click
share some dirty stories
read each other’s stuff
trade interviews
and love up on each other
in that way Indie Authors
love to do
That’s Chevoque and me
I read her interview on Write Bitches and kind of fell for her
she read Dutch and kind of fell for me
and that’s it
love
laughs
– dirty ones of course –
friends
So check her out as she gets a little Proustian With It
Getting Proustian With…
Chevoque
1. What is your idea of perfect happiness? A sanctuary; a huge farm with a river and, if I can get my way, a beach also close by. There must be a lot of animals; farm animals and pets who are in need of a sanctuary. That sounds a little like ‘heaven’ to me.
2. What is your greatest fear? Not having the time I need to do all the things I want to and not achieving my goals before saying goodbye to this world.
3. What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? I prefer being alone and while I love it this way, I feel like I’ve missed and am missing things – what exactly I’m not sure yet – in life that once I’m older, I’ll regret it.
4. What is the trait you most deplore in others? Sticking with the old way. To explain; I don’t believe that we should always do the same things due to tradition and culture. Time changes and we should do the same. As with the adapt or die concept, (at least you won’t die) I believe times are different and in regard to race, sexuality and so forth, we can’t live by the way our ancestors had, because to me it is a primitive way of thinking.
5. Which living person do you most admire? There are many and they are all equal to me. My parents; for what they taught me. My dogs; for how they love me. My partner; how he sees me like no one else. My friends; for how they support me.
6. What is your current state of mind? Content.
7. What do you consider the most overrated virtue? Patience. I am not talking about waiting for the pizza type stuff, but when it comes to bigger things. Like if I had worked hard on something, I wanna see the ‘results’ almost immediately, even though I know that isn’t how the world works.
8. On what occasion do you lie? When not wanting to hurt someone’s feelings, when they don’t need another person to remind them of it.
9. What do you most dislike about your appearance? Nothing, it is who I am and if someone else has a problem, that is their issue.
10. Which living person do you most despise? No one, my enemies are in books, games, movies and TV series.
11. What is the quality you most like in a man? Honesty, acceptance and tolerance.
12. What is the quality you most like in a woman? Honesty, acceptance and tolerance.
13. Which words or phrases do you most overuse? ‘Ag, shame’, but based on the South African use. I use it; when I find out someone’s in the hospital, when my dog does something cute, when I’m being sarcastic and whenever else it seems suited. It is maybe a South African thing though…
14. What or who is the greatest love of your life? Music. I’m a self-professed music addict and I can’t go a day without it.
15. When and where were you happiest? Many memories pop up, but I am happy with where I am now in my life.
16. Which talent would you most like to have? To pitch perfectly when I sing; be it clean or unclean vocals, I always sing along and I don’t care how I sound, but as a favour to those who hear me, I’d like to sound a little better for their sake.
17. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? To focus on one thing at a time; my mind is all over the place.
18. What do you consider your greatest achievement? My BSc. Environmental and Biological Sciences I hope to never use, because I was aiming for tree hugger and it wasn’t all that, but I actually got something to show for years of working my bum off.
19. If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be? I love the idea of reincarnation, but I think once on this planet would be time enough.
20. Where would you most like to live? I love South Africa, so I’ll pick it every time, but I would be so glad to see our people taken care of the way Madiba wished for it.
21. What is your most treasured possession? Not that I’d ever claim possession over any animal, but my two furry babies, Chloé and Zoey, are my everything.
22. What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? Losing hope.
23. What is your favorite occupation? Being an author.
24. What is your most marked characteristic? Compassion for all animals.
25. What do you most value in your friends? Tolerance.
26. Who are your favorite writers? There are too many great minds to only pick a few. Any person who writes their heart out and can grip readers’ imaginations is awesome.
27. Which historical figure do you most identify with? I suppose Charles Darwin, he was someone who thought differently and people might not always agree with what he said, but there is a great lesson I learned from it. Just because you don’t see the world and believe in things the way others around you does, doesn’t mean what you believe in is wrong.
28. Who are your heroes in real life? Anyone who stands up for what they believe in.
29. What are your favorite names? I love Chevoque and Zanandie. While I am using Chevoque as my penname, both were one of the names my mum was looking at to name me, so it just works.
30. What is it that you most dislike? Intolerance.
31. What is your greatest regret? None thus far, but maybe in a few year I will screw up something, so ask me then.
32. How would you like to die? I would like not to die, but I suppose passing in a peaceful sleep, after I’ve done most of what I wanted to, knowing I had actually lived a life with few regrets, would be neat.
33. What is your motto? Different doesn’t mean broken.
Rochelle de Beer was born on 15 May 1992 in Klerksdorp, South Africa, and as an only child, the world seemed like a lonely place, until she set her mind free and got lost in the worlds she created herself. Her writing started at a young age and with numerous stories still waiting to be released from her mind, only time now seems to hold her back. She also has a degree in BSc. Environmental and Biological Sciences, because she’s a tree hugging animal lover, who hopes to never use her degree to cause cruelty.
You can find her all over the inter webs:
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Amazon Reviews: Chevoque
Facebook page: Chevoque
Goodreads: Chevoque
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