Sunday, December 14, 2008

Animal Attraction - Sneak Peek at Charlene Teglia's Next Release

I am very fortunate to have some seriously talented authors among my friends. One of my faves is Charlene Teglia, who writes some hella-kickin books. I always go into spastic seizures when I hear she has a new one coming out. I've been known to growl and threaten people in the bookstores over the last copy. (Ok, totally making that up - but i would if it came to a showdown :P)
Her long awaited (insert heavy impatient sighs) Animal Attractions is due out in March. Here's a blurb she sent me, because i was a royal pain and begged and begged and begged, as well as a link to Amazon where you can reserve your very own copy. I mean come on - Charli and a shapeshifter story? I'm in reader heaven! :D Wanna find out more about Charli? Visit her website and blog!

Chandra Walker always hoped to find out who her birth parents were; she just
didn’t expect the truth to put her in the middle of a shapeshifter war with the
power to determine the outcome, complicated by a forbidden love for two
Animal Attraction - Coming March 17, 2009 to St. Martin’s Press (Trade paperback original)
*ISBN-13:* 978-0312537418
Pre-order link:

I have me a beautimous ARC (Advanced Reader Copy - for you virgin readers) ready to download to my palm. I'll post my rave about the story and some teasers to lure you into buying it (LOL!) next week. Also - don't forget to check out the posts below pimping Susan's newest book and Rhonda's.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Ahhh... well....

Nothing says "get lost" like deleted comments huh?

Addendum: btw - if you would like to be removed (or added!) to the bloglist, let me know.

Pimpage: ShapeShifter - The Demo Tapes

I don't know how many years I've known Susan now... seems like forever. But she is one of my favorite people as well as one of the most creatively gifted writers I know. The woman can whip out a brilliant segment based on ANYTHING! And her humor is brilliant. But what has always struck me most about her writing is how very real it is. If you have ever worked in, lived in, or in any way been involved in the world of music, her stories will resonate with a powerful chord. The interaction between her characters aren't simply reflections of life, they ARE life, imbued with the tangled threads of personalities straining against and growing together.

Of all her characters, my favorite has always been Trevor. Mmmmm.... love me my Trev. A brat, a bad boy, a sexy unapolgetic wolf in wolf's clothing he is the heart of Shapeshifter as well as its (smart)ass... and my, my, my... what a fine ass he has, all decked out in leather pants. LOL!

One of my favorite outtakes was Trevor's Shapeshifter Wall of Fame. Ermmm... my bra is so not hanging there (anymore) I swear. Here's a bit about the book that Susan has just released. Pop by and give her and Trev a shout. You'll be glad you did. Just...ummm... ladies... don't let the wicked Trevor sweet talk you out of your bra... ~grinning~

ShapeShifter : The Demo Tapes -- Year 1
A band's demo tape is intended to introduce listeners to their music. Likewise, this collection of short pieces allows readers into the fictional world of Trevor Wolff and his band, ShapeShifter.

Originally published online between April 2006 and March 2007, The Demo Tapes -- Year 1 brings together the moments that parallel -- but never encounter -- Susan Helene Gottfried's debut novel, Trevor's Song. Arranged chronologically and with introductions to each, this is a must-have volume for anyone who's ever wanted to hang with a rock band. For the longtime fan, being able to read about the adventures of Trevor Wolff and Mitchell Voss in chronologic order gives a new dimension to the boys' adventures.

Link to get books:
or at the source itself:

EXCERPT: Death by Cheese

About the Characters:

....And hopefully Susan and Trevor will stop by over the next few days. Hint, hint, hint. :D

FYI: Contest with the phenominal Alison Kent

A notice from Jen at Book Talk: Alison Kent has provided an exclusive excerpt from Maximum Exposure and is giving away a copy of the book to a random commenter. Stop by the blog before Sunday evening and comment for a chance to win.

Finn McLain is no stranger to unusual assignments. But the gorgeous stranger who just asked him to photograph her for an erotic art exhibit—that’s definitely a first. Finn came to Miami to dig into the personal life of boutique manager Roland Green for a lovesick gallery owner, and hadn’t planned on sticking around. But the boutique’s owner, Olivia Hammond, has just made him a proposal that’s as hard to ignore as Olivia herself. She’s got caramel-kissed skin, a body that makes grown men tremble, and a wild sideline as an exhibitionist. Ooookay. Yet despite her willingness to “let people look,” Finn’s convinced there’s a hell of a lot Olivia’s not revealing. And that’s the most intriguing prospect of all…
Olivia has never been shy about using her sexuality to get what she wants. But then, she’s never wanted a man quite the way she wants Finn. What he thinks about her shouldn’t matter, yet it does. Through every candid photograph and every heated encounter, Finn is getting closer, intent on getting beneath her shell—and for once, Olivia is tempted to let him. But first they have to contend with the fact that Finn’s simple investigation into Roland Green is getting dangerously complicated…and Olivia isn’t the only person in town who’s not what she claims to be.
In a city throbbing with sex appeal, two wary lovers are about to play the ultimate game of show and tell, where temptation is raw, wild, and hot enough to make you sizzle…

(I swiped that last bit from MG Braden.... talk about someone i haven't chatted with in ages...)

While we wait for Trevor and Susan... :P

Just a quick note while i wait for the pimpage info to come in...
Sometimes I feel like my life is a freaking rollercoaster... slowly chugging up the incline then suddenly and without warning, screaming down the precipice. I have no doubt it is like that for everyone. (If it's not - would ya turning the fucking TV off???) Just kidding!
Maybe the chug-chug times are the psychological down times...regrouping at a subconscious level. Hibernation as it were. I think there is only so much multi-tasking a person can do before they creatively flatline. And while I haven't been creatively dead really, I haven't had any brilliant ideas (well one - but that was inspired by my newest muse, and i can't take credit for it) or any real sense of purpose or direction. I really hate that feeling of just doing "time," existing, treading water... but i think it is probably necessary. Surely no one can go at it 120% all of the time. If they can, I wanna take whatever they're taking. Pass me the "drink me" bottle please. :P
I'm feeling that antsy, "i need to create" vibe growing again... and just the whisper of it has me smiling and looking forward with anticipation.
It's been an interesting year... I've made friends and lost friends and have been powerfully influenced by several that have moved on. It is always sad to see people you care for move on but it happens and it's not always a bad thing. It makes the ones that stick that much more potent.
I haven't been the best friend in the world to many people, having been wrapped up in my own mini dramas... actually I've sucked. So I think it's time, along with letting the creative valves open back up to full force, to re-embrace those who have patiently been waiting for me to get my shit back together and let 'em all know how much i care.
Errmmmm.... so that is like my stream of consciousness babbling for the week. :P
Time to get back to cleaning the house and sorting the things to be tossed... in more ways than one. Love y'all. xxxxx

PS - stole the picture from Pissy - love it!

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Maestro's Butterfly - Rhonda Vamping the Kink or is that Kinking the Vamp?

First of all let me introduce you to one of my closest friends. She has been my partner in crime in more than one madcap adventure over the years. I think i was introduced to Claudio du Fresne about five or six years ago. And he left a lasting impression. I am beyond thrilled that Rhonda finally has her book out and several more on the way. It was soooo overdue. Check out her blog at

Here is what the wenchy sent for some book pimpage:

The Maestro’s Butterfly by Rhonda Leigh Jones
Get your very own copy today at!
Miranda O’Connell has just made a dangerous bet with her mysterious music teacher that will change her life forever – that she can stay at his estate for 30 days and still walk away.
She doesn’t know Claudio du Fresne is a vampire who keeps human slaves to feed from and use sexually, or that he is quick to punish with a sound spanking. Or that he has secretly brought his ruthless brother in on the bet.

Victoire "Jack" du Fresne wants a piece of the action. He will help Claudio ensure the survival of his risqué stage show, if Claudio agrees to his terms. If Miranda decides to stay after 30 days, she becomes Claudio’s property. If she decides to leave, she becomes Jack’s.
Those 30 days will open Miranda to a world of sexual possibility and dark desire, where fear and lust become one. If she can handle the intensity.

Will she fall in love with the kinky vampire, le Maestro Claudio du Fresne…or will she escape the confines of his estate for the dashing, dangerous charms of his brother?

Get your very own copy of my novel, THE MAESTRO’S BUTTERFLY, at It’s "kinky, edgy romance" with vampires, with strong elements of domination and submission. Go now! ~ Rhonda Leigh Jones
YAY Rhonda!!!! Go check it out and you won't be sorry!

Yup, I'm back and ready to pimp...BOOKS...pimping books!

My adventures in foreign lands is done and i'm home. ~grinning~ and yes, for those that aren't on FB - you finally have a picture of part of my face taken a few weeks ago. LOL!
Anyhoo - i'll be composing a post today about Susan's new book release with the fabo and famous Trevor Wolfe (he never did give me my bra back) and the band Shapeshifter, as well as pimping the hell out of Rhonda Leigh Jone's Maestro's Butterfly with the delish Claudio. I've known both of these male characters for years as they were fluttering their wings (okay - more like stomping around and leaving very lasting impressions!) and it is a great pleasure to see both finally in print.
So spread the word if you like or come back by later and chat - i'll be here for awhile this evening.
much love and where the hell is my coffee?

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Good writing this morning

While i'm going to be spending much less time online, I have decided to maintain this writing blog since it is strongly tied in to my goals. So for those that care, you can still reach me here.
The time change this morning threw me. I ended up getting out of bed at 3am instead of 4am - not realizing it until an hour later when it was too late to crawl back under the covers. ~insert grumbling~ However, i did get a new chapter written for the book. Solid pages of a pivotal scene. That was pretty cool and well worth the lack of sleep.

One of the things i used to be known for was my pimping of books. I miss doing that and think that i'll kick off some regular bookpimping again, primarily erotica and romance since those are the authors I know and read. There's also a new e-publisher opening its doors in December and I think a little pimpage is due there too.

Anyway, regarding personal/work life drama, I think I'm figuring out how to proceed. Charli's post on her blog this morning was timely for me. It does come down to figuring out what you're passionate about and willing to spend your time pursuing. Some things, like work, are necessary evils that can't be ignored, but it's how you choose to spend your free time that matters.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Sorry - Closed Until Further Notice

Despite best intentions to get this up and running over here, life has decided it has other priorities... like survival shit. thanks to the handful of you that stuck in there for me here...
i'm truly sorry to have to leave you -

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Erotica Short - Exploring First Person Fiction

This very short story was a bit of a struggle in both tense and person. I'm pretty comfortable in third person, not so much in first person, so I thought I'd tackle this one outside my comfort zone.

The story is short and to the point, involving an attraction between two strangers. Sometimes people just click instantaneously. Condoms aren't mentioned in the story because really, i didn't want to pause in the erotic tension to have them stop and whip out the raincoats, but of course i'm a huge advocate of safe sex. This is brand new, so any feedback, noted errors, etc. are appreciated. Hope you enjoy. It was fun to write. :D

Wicked Dance

Listening to the band, I sway to the music, enjoying the afternoon concert in the park. The band is howling and bouncing across the stage. Everywhere I look people are dancing and moving to the blood thrumming sounds. Feeling a bit thirsty, I ask my date if he would like something to drink. He shakes his head, his eyes never leaving the stage. What a dick. If he wasn’t into girls he should have just said so and not agreed to the blind date. We had immediately disliked each other on sight. He had taken one look at my outfit of skin revealing halter top and cut-off jean shorts and sneered. I’d taken one look at his ironed, button down shirt and dockers and sneered back. Shrugging at his lack of attention, I turn and start to walk through the crowd toward one of the food vendors. I should just leave the asshole and find a ride home. He probably wouldn’t even notice.

I stop in my tracks, mesmerized by the sight of a stunningly gorgeous man standing on top of a picnic table gyrating to the music. Damn. Now that was hot. I noticed I wasn’t the only woman watching him in awe as he moved to the beat, his long hair swinging about his head and his tattooed muscles glistening with a sheen of sweat. The tight tank t-shirt revealed as much as it concealed. Yum. About to turn away, I pause as his eyes meet mine and he flashes me a taunting smile. Oh yeah, he’s hot and knows it. Laughing at his flirting expression I blow him as kiss before moving on, heading onward to the area where food and drinks were sold. Feeling cheered by the momentary flirtation with the sexy stranger, I’m still smiling to myself when I get in one of the long lines for refreshments. The line moves slowly but I finally buy my beer and stand to the side for a moment, sipping it and trying to decide if I want to wander around a bit, go home, or return to my boring date. I knew better than to go on blind date, but once again I let the pressure of friends overwhelm my common sense. The guy was about as interesting as a rock. Scratch that. Rocks were definitely more interesting. I gasp in surprise when I feel a mouth press against the bare skin of my shoulder and two hands settle around my waist, holding me in place.

“Hello sexy girl,” the man purred in my ear, pulling me flush against him so I could feel the heat radiating off his body. Long hair tickles the edge of my arm as he nuzzles my ear, “That beer looks very nice and cold… do you mind sharing?”

Turning my head and ready to verbally decimate whoever had dared to put their hands on me, I blink and swallow the curses. It’s Mr. Sexy Dancer. Holy shit. Shivering at the sudden flush of heat that envelopes me, I clear my throat and reply, “Ummmm…. sure, I mean no, I mean yes... oh hell, here’s the beer.”

Chuckling at my flustered response, he leans around me, lifting my hand and tilts the cup to take swallow. Mesmerized, I watch him lick his lips. “Tasty, but not as tasty as you.” He wiggles his eyebrows comically and I fight the inane urge to giggle like a schoolgirl.

Geez. What is it about this guy that makes me so damn giddy and stupid acting? Biting my lip and struggling for some semblance of control and cool, I turn in his arms and ask, “Does that line usually work for you?”

Undaunted by my slightly snippy comment, he grins, “I’ll let you know later tonight.” I can’t help myself, he is so unapologetically on the make that I burst out laughing and relax. It should be a sin to be that sexy and know it. Ohh, but if he was sin then I wanted a taste. I wasn’t even going to bother pretending I wasn’t completely enthralled by him. Encounters like this simply do not come along every day.

Grabbing my hand, he pulled me after him, walking rapidly toward the entrance of the festival. Struggling to keep up, I ask, “Where are we going?”

“I want to dance with you,” he replies, glancing back at me with a wicked grin.

“But the music is back that way!” I frown, almost trotting to keep up with him as he hurried us toward the parking lot.

“It’s a private dance,” he grins, taking my half empty beer cup and neatly tossing it several feet into a trashcan without breaking stride.

“Just like that?” I ask, tugging my hand free from his and stopping still. “You smile at me and I’m supposed to just follow you to hell knows where? You may be the sexiest thing I have ever laid eyes on in like forever, but dude, I don’t know your name or anything. You could be some psycho for all I know.”

Turning around and walking up close to me, so close that my breasts brush against the front of his chest, he wraps one hand into my hair and gently pulls my head back until my head is tilted backwards. Using his other hand to grab my ass and pull me tight against him until I can feel the length of his erection pressing into my stomach, he leans down and licks my ear before whispering, “This is all you need to know sexy girl.”

His fingers tighten in my hair and tug just hard enough to make me gasp, then his mouth is crushing mine, his tongue sliding in, teasing, taunting, exploring every centimeter. Moaning and feeling like my insides have been lit up with a blow torch, I melt against him and wrap my lips around his tongue, sucking and teasing back. I feel him grind himself against me, his fingers digging into my ass cheek as he pulls his mouth away from mine for a moment, then grabs my face with both hands and tilts my head for a better angle before biting my lips and thrusting his tongue in deep again. Coming up for air, both of us panting, we stare at each other for a moment before he smiles, “Karlo. My name is Karlo. And you can trust me sexy girl.”

I stare into his eyes for a few seconds longer then nod and smile back, “Yeah. Okay.” That easily he had won me over. Tossing caution to the wind I grab his hand I start to pull him forward, even though I have no idea where I’m going. Laughing, Karlo turns me in the right direction toward his car, his eyes filled with heat and promise each time they meet mine.

I’m a big flirt, but actually not all that into booty calls, so I feel slightly awkward and unsure of myself as we arrive at his home. Sure, I’ve had a few. But ultimately, the wham bam thank you m’am ends up being a disappointment. So I don’t make a practice of one night stands. But I try to maintain a façade of coolness. Apparently I fail miserably because he pauses as he unlocks the front door and says, “I meant it, you can trust me, but we can take this slow if you like.”

Annoyed that he can see through me so easily I push him into his house and up against the wall inside. Rubbing myself against him, I give him a wicked smile and lean forward to bite his bottom lip. This wasn’t going to work if he was going to treat me like I was fragile. I wanted the hot, dirty sex his kiss had promised. I wanted him. I needed to show him that. His soft groan is immensely gratifying and I use one foot to kick the front door shut as I grab handfuls of his long hair and pull his face closer to mine, aggressively thrusting my tongue into his mouth.

“Fuck slow,” I whisper, “I want hard and fast and I want it now.”

“Shit.” Karlo growls before picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder.

Squealing at his surprise neanderthal move, I laugh and look down at his delectable ass, giving in to the urge to smack it playfully as he hurries through the house to his bedroom. Suddenly I’m airborne, then bouncing on my back on a soft bed. Giggling, I watch as he quickly pulls off his t-shirt, then unbuttons and drops his pants.

My mouth drops open. He’s commando. And ohmygod is he ever happy to see me. Licking my lips I slide to the edge of the bed and reach for him. I want. I want NOW. He takes a step back as he wraps a fist around his cock and jerks it a few times. Mesmerized I watch a bead of pre-cum form on the head and lick my lips again.

Glancing up at his amused expression, I snarl, “Gimme.”

“Undress.” He orders, taking another step further back from me.

No, no, no! He is going in the wrong direction and taking that fucking gorgeous cock with him. “Give me just a taste first,” I demand, narrowing my eyes at him.

Shaking his head he takes another damn step backward, and says, “I’ll be back in a minute. You better be naked and spread out on that bed by the time I get back. Do it sexy girl or face the consequences of disobeying.”

Karlo releases his thick, hard cock and walks out of the room, leaving me staring after him, feeling slightly stunned. Oh damn. This was going to be even more fun than I had anticipated. Shivering inside with excitement, I debate whether or not I should find out what he had in mind for punishment if I disobeyed. Ah fuck it. One of these days curiosity was going to be my downfall. I was never very good at obeying. Stripping off just my halter top, I drop it into a corner chair then wander around the room, looking at the books on his nightstand and the personal items on his dresser.

I barely manage to not jump when he chuckles, “So that’s how we’re going to play it, sexy girl?”

“Back already?” I gasp as he wraps an arm around my waist and hauls me backwards until my back is up tight against his front. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my ass through my shorts. I push back and grind myself against him as his hands slides down my stomach and quickly unbuttons, then unzips my shorts.

“Naughty girl,” he murmurs, his teeth latching onto the sensitive skin on my neck and biting just hard enough to make me gush and squirm. Pushing my shorts down to the floor, he slides a finger between my legs and plunges it deep inside of me without warning. Crying out, I arch into his hand. His cock is riding between my ass cheeks, the head sliding across my anus over and over, causing me to pant and bite back whimpers. Tugging on my nipples with his free hand, and slipping a second finger into me, Karlo has me riding his hand, moaning uncontrollably in mere minutes. I feel the tightening inside, the fierce boiling of an orgasm preparing to explode, when suddenly he pulls his fingers out of me and shoves me toward the bed.

“No! Wait! Karlo, I was almost…” I start to protest then squeak in surprise as he grabs both my hands and swiftly ties them together, anchoring them to the headboard.

“Ummmm… I don’t know about this…” I hoarsely mutter, testing the ties holding me.

“Relax. Enjoy.” Karlo grins, spreading my legs wide apart and settling in between them.

Okay. This could be fun. Grinning back I spread my legs further apart and tilt my hips up toward his face. Even expecting it, I still shudder and cry out at the first hot swipe of his tongue against my wet cunt. Writhing as he licks and bites at my flesh, his tongue repeatedly teasing my clit but never settling on it for long, I feel myself nearing the begging point. Close, I’m so fucking close again to a huge, body shattering orgasm. Then I feel something so cold it burns like the flick of a flame against my clit. Screaming I arch up high, then collapse as the burn is removed and replaced by a warm, wet tongue. Oh my god!

“What the hell was that?” I frantically babble, trying to lift my head to see what Karlo has that is playing wicked on my skin down there. Well, besides his wicked tongue of course. The soothing heat of his tongue has me relaxing again and I swear I can feel every swipe more clearly now. Whatever he had done has heightened my nerves by a hundred.

Lifting his head from between my thighs, Karlo gives me the most beautiful, naughty grin I have ever seen, then shows me his hand, which is holding a piece of ice. Before I can say a word he runs the ice over my clit again before pushing it inside me. Wailing and bucking at the freezing burn, I feel the ice cube quickly melting inside, the water mixing with the wet slide of arousal leaking from me. His lips latch into to my clit as he pushes three fingers into me hard and he sucks. Hard. Screaming, I feel myself fall into a million blazing pieces as my body strains through a mind-numbing orgasm. Several minutes pass before I have enough oxygen back in my body to think even half coherently. My nipples are on fire and I blink my eyes open to look down the line of my body to where Karlo, chin propped on one hand, is lazily circling my nipples with a cube of ice. Looking at me with a smug expression, he leans forward and sucks one nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth. Whimpering, I struggle against the ties still holding me bound to the bed.

Releasing my nipple with an audible pop and licking his lips, Karlo blows on the aching nub before softly asking, “So, sexy girl, the next time I tell you to do something are you going to be naughty or obedient?”

Biting my bottom lip and wondering what answer will give me what I want, I shrug as much as the tension in my arms over my head will allow. “It could go either way.” I honestly answer, “Which one will get me that gorgeous cock of yours?”

Laughing, Karlo straddles my chest and leans forward, his hand wrapped around his cock and teasing me with it, just out of tongue reach. “Is this what you want, naughty girl?”

Nodding vigorously, I lean forward and swipe the head with my tongue, loving the musky taste of the cum leaking from his cock. Grunting, he leans forward and teases my lips with his cock, moving it back and forth but preventing me from latching on to him with my mouth. Smiling wickedly at him, I suddenly lift my knees causing him fall forward and I immediately suck him in deep into my mouth.

“Ah fuck!” he cries, releasing his hold on his cock and wrapping both hands into my hair. Slurping and teasing with my tongue I suck on him hard, swallowing him down to the back of my throat. His hips thrust forward as he begins to fuck my mouth harder, sliding his fat cock in and out of my mouth. Breathing through my nose, I keep pace with him, feeling myself get hotter and hotter as I watch him throw his head back, groaning. The long strands of his hair tickle my thighs and my nipples feel like hard diamonds, aching for attention. I feel him swell in my mouth and I open my jaws as wide as I can in anticipation of him cumming in my mouth. But he surprises me by pulling out and flipping me over on my stomach, my arms crossed over my head. Grabbing my hips he roughly hauls my ass up in the air and drives his cock into me in one powerful thrust.

“Ahhh! Shit!” I scream at the feeling of him splitting me in two. Animalistic grunts come out of my mouth as I push back at him, shuddering at the incredible feeling of him driving in and out of me, his balls slapping against my clit. One hand griping my hip, the other pressing my shoulder down, Karlo spears me over and over with his hard cock in rapid thrusts that force him past my tight inner muscles. The wet slap of flesh, the moaning grunts coming from both us fill the air as we get closer and closer to the edge. Releasing my hip he slips a hand around to my clit and roughly rubs, then pinches it. Cursing and screaming I shatter, bucking against him as my eyes roll up into the back of my head. I hear a distant roar as the squeezing contractions of my orgasm throw him over the edge as well. He pounds into me at a furious pace then holds still, his back arching as his cock pulses and releases inside me. Collapsing against my back, we lay there panting for several minutes. Untying my hands, he grins at me and rubs the redness on my wrists.

“I like the way you dance.” I smile up at him, feeling completely boneless and fully sated. Talented, sexy and all mine for the moment. How did I ever get so lucky?

“How about following me into the shower, sexy girl?” He kisses my shoulder, then bites his way up to my neck. “Let me get you all clean so I can make you all dirty again?”

Stretching and flashing him a naughty smile, I murmur, “Karlo, my Sexy Dancer, I will follow you anywhere.”

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Oooh - no post since September... Wincing....

Gathering up some writing stuff to post for you... ummmm - is anyone still coming by here? No matter - i'll call the troops back together :D

Also news worthy, I've agreed to host blog at Erotic Muses on Monday, January 5th for Lisa Andel. The lineup of guest bloggers so far is pretty dang impressive. Now what the heck am i gonna talk about?

Sunday, September 7, 2008

I swear I'll be back!

I know it seems like i vanished - those who visit the other blog or FB know i've been tied all the hell up with work. I'll be back here blogging and posting poems and stories again after October 1st.
Hope you come back and visit.
In there interim, visit those lovely links over there to the left - great stuff on author sites and some fabulous books have been coming out.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Monday's are perfect for Wicked Poems

Another poem that i'm going to just hack up like a furball... let's see what lands on the monitor, shall we? LOL!

Divinely Falling

Wicked smile and clever hands
you touch me
somewhere {there} deep inside,
those delicious dark places
where my true self hides.

A lovely package
of sweetly kissed control
that batters my barriers
as I struggle to resist
the unresistable you.

Letting you wrap your Self
inside and out of Me
I succumb with a sigh
then a scream of delight...
being bad has never
felt so good.

ahhhhh.... okay, that is not so great, but its all i have for today. i may need to rework this one over for awhile... no pun intended, LOL!

Friday, July 25, 2008

On Being Naive

A bit of babble and stepping off the "about writing" posts this morning. Though really, it's all interelated isn't it? How and what we write is influenced by our perceptions and experiences and fantasies. The psycholigical dance of the human beast is an intrical part of any tale.

I can be a ridiculously self-centered little diva at times. Not in arrogance (I don't think) but in naivity and the foolish projection that what i know to be true must be true for everyone (if only they would stop and think about it for a second). Oh, I'm not talking grand truths, or religious truths or even political truths. To each his own on that. I'm talking about being open-minded and nonjudgmental about personal truths. I'm talking about being aware of the fascinating diversity of the human mind and accepting that preferences in aspects of living life are as varied as stars in the sky.

Until recently, the past year or so, I bounced through life like a colorful beachball, bouncing off people, objects, ideas, circumstances - just merrily careening all over the place with a silly honesty and innocent belief that i could say whatever i was thinking and the people i bounced off of would just accept me or ignore me. I never considered that there were people who would take personal offense to the things I talk about and enjoyed. Or worse, that there were people who would try to manipulate me purely for their own entertainment. Uh, yeah - talk about naive. ~big old eyeroll at myself~

So I've learned to keep my mouth shut. Oh, not all the time. Obviously, I'm babbling here. But I'm alot more cautious than i used to be. Which is actually a good thing. Passionately talking about reading BDSM stories at a party - so not a good idea. (I now realize the riveted looks I got were not fascination but more like they were watching a train wreck.) Talking about paranormal erotic kink with writers - perfectly safe.
Ummm - i think it's called learning discretion on my part.
I still have a bit of the wild child in me... i guess it's a part of my personality or something because I simply CANNOT just behave. But I've learned to create appropriate places and groups with which to share the various parts of who I am. And to keep RL separate from my wilder ways.

And yeah, i used to actually babble quite openly about the need to toss away sexual preconceptions with veritable strangers, among other controversial topics. I thought the way to break down taboos was to discuss them openly. Silly wench.
Maybe naive wasn't the right word for me... maybe stoopid sums it up better.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Wicked Hot! Why Yes She Is.

Wahoo! My pal Charli's latest is out and I'll be down at Borders demanding my copy as soon as i get off work.
Her latest book "Wicked Hot" sounds simply sizzlin.
Here's a little preview i snatched off her blog:
Two immortal warriors attending to her every need…
The struggle between good and evil is about to get…Wicked Hot

Edana is a succubus—a breathtakingly beautiful demon who offers men their most decadent fantasy in exchange for their souls. No one can get close to her without being destroyed..until she meets Eli and Dal. Both men are Nephilim, immortal warriors who bind and banish demons. Edana’s mission is to arouse their lust and steal their souls before they can destroy her—she never expects to fall in love. Shared by two virile lovers and lost in a world of sensation, Edana begins to fall for one of the warriors, jeopardizing her mission. Only he has power to save her, but first she must give him power over her heart—and her destiny…
So get yourself down to the nearest bookstore this week, do yourself a favor and get a copy. I haven't even read it and i know you'll thank me.
Cuz you know... demons are the new black.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Dark poem#1835 :D

Here's an old one from last year.
Really dark. REALLY really DARK.
I can get kinda pissy sometimes.... (pardon the use of your word Pissy-darlin')

In the Dark of Your Night

Foul beast
that slinks in shadows,
hyena grin

believing you have them all fooled.

Death is your closest companion
a bosum buddy
to warm you in the lonely nights
when you accept

that you have nothing left to lose.

The blackness within multiplies
in beautiful decay
and there is a joy
in the tainting

of everything you touch.

Lashing out
at the inevitable,
the inner rage simmering as
your forced smile
bleeds to grimace
and destruction is

all you have left to share.

(the poem wraps up with sticking my tongue out. It's a performance piece.)


So, I had Writers Group again yesterday. I'm always a nervous wreck going to the meetings and end up having such a fabulous time there. I mean, these are some seriously talented writers in the group.
And then there's me.
With my erotic paranormal story.
I keep waiting and waiting for them to out me as a fake.
Instead, the entire group has been beyond supportive and laughs out loud at all the right parts, squirms in their chairs at the sexy parts, and are really identifying with my characters.

This week I brought a chapter that didn't have any sex in it (gasp) and dealt with some messy emotional scenes and confrontations. Not easy to write and I had edited the shit out of it AGAIN before going to the meeting. I just knew this was going to be the meeting where they all redlined me to hell and back.
And they loved it. Said I did emotional scenes very well.
I think i may have actually blushed at the praise.
Praise from this group of professional, talented writers is high praise indeed. So like, maybe I might not suck so much after all....

Anyone else out there feel terrified every time you lay forth your words to others?

Final Note: Two releases this week - Roscoe James (birthday boy) has White Swan coming out today and Melody Lane has Rock Me coming out Wed. at Ellora's Cave.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Delivering on Promises

I recently read a book (ebook) that sniffed out good from the description and appeared to be just what my mood called for. A little bondage, a capture scenario (waggling eyebrows), a super big bad alpha male - pretty typical D/s formula, but it sounded yummy for a late night erotic snack. The book promised to be an exciting battle of wills with two strong characters and the naughty edginess of a woman being captured and subdued. (No, we're not talking rape - you won't find those type stories in erotic romances, because while some women may have rape fantasies - they are just that, fantasies, and the reality of rape is hideously ugly. And I don't say that blithely.)

The story started out great. The strong female character with some smarts upstairs being "caught" by the hunky guy used to getting his own way. I gobbled up the words until all of a sudden the story took a bizarre turn and suddenly the big, strong alpha male was fighting to hold back tears, conflicted over a past trauma and the female character devolved into a total putz-ass. Ugh.

I have nothing against male characters (or men in real life) exhibiting emotions or even having an emotional breakdown scene. Hello, we're all human. Some heartrending emotion can add a layer of bittersweetness and conflict to a book, making it even more memorable. I've boo-hoo'd my way through more than one story before and thoroughly enjoyed the vicarious trauma. (Errr...sounds really icky when put that way. O.o)
And this is a big however - I'm no more enticed by sniffling male characters than I am by sniffling female characters. Pages and pages and PAGES of tears make me want to bang my head against the nearest hard surface. I stuck it out with the story though, because I'm a dumbass... okay, because I kept thinking that the promised storyline HAD to appear.
It had to.
When I reached the last page and it HADN'T, boy-howdy was I irritated.
Damn it. I was in the mood for some naughty bondage and characters pitting themselves against each other with lots of raunchy, hot sex until they both realized they were in lurv and then had even more raunchy, hot sex. (Guys, stop rolling your eyes - we women love our HEAs.)

The point of this diatribe? Just to point out that writers need to be realistic in their promises to readers. Don't write up the description of your story to snag someone with a taste for five-alarm chili only to serve up jello. Yeah the chili description might sell more books in the short term but if ya plan on ever writing another book and don't want to be on someone's "I'll never buy her/his stuff again" list - then don't make promises you can't/don't deliver. There's enough diversity in taste that your story will appeal (if well written). No one eats five-alarm chili everyday after all.

Monday, July 14, 2008

It's the Poetry Thing


You slid quietly
into my life
the wisp of a forbidden dream,
wrapping your arms around me
and refusing to be denied.

Ignoring every protest
crossing tattered barriers
that i tiptoe behind,
you look deeper
seeing further than most.

Flight or fight
you caught me
dancing between,
just long enough
to surround me

Spreading arms
wide open
in acceptance,
you feed me hope
and i feel myself falling

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Flashing with Lisa Andel

I'm heading over to the SEx blog to flash Lisa for awhile.
If anyone cares to join in check it out at
come on and play or read or bring virtual drinks. Nekkid dancing also encouraged.

Monday, July 7, 2008

A Short

Sorry for delay in posting. I've been working on the book and doing research and not writing things ready to post here. I have been composing a post in my head about expectations from authors and how they can make subtle promises that piss the fuck outa the reader when they're not delivered. I'll get to that about mid week.

In the interim i reworked a short...very short story this morning. This was originally a piece of flash fiction but really required more than a 100 words to flesh it out. Since I'm one hellava wordy bitch these type of minimalist exercises are very good for me.

Tell me whatcha think, 'kay?
Oh and I'll be showing up here more and less in other places. I'm about to purchase my website, set that up, blah blah blah. Lots to do, so little time. Smooches to all of you that hang in there and keep popping by. xxx Kota

Hushabye baby

From the corner of her eye she could see the shadow of black branches lurking outside the window, scratching, begging to get in. What would to feel like to fall into the rough embrace of dead bark and broken limbs?

A small black spider scurried across the ceiling.

The chuffing noise and never-ending beeps that had so annoyed her initially now brought strange comfort. It was something to fill the emptiness. Days, weeks, months…time ate itself endlessly. She was reduced to nothing but repetition. She was nothing, but a pair of watery eyes fixed on the dusty, cracked ceiling and the edgy flirting of branches. She was nothing, but a pair of ears straining against the white hum of machinery and delicious scratching.

“I’m sorry darling, you just don’t know how to quit.” A voice rumbled in her ear, “I can’t live like this anymore. This is no life at all for me.”

Then, silence.

Except the sound of heavy breathing.... growing fainter and fainter.
She was falling.

Into the brittle embrace of those broken black branches.

Monday, June 23, 2008

An older poem - Facing the Truth Within

Sorry for being so quiet. Dealing with some things. I haven't been good company.
I'm pulling this from my archives. Somewhat appropriate for right now (insofar as general emotion, not specifically) and for some reason i really like this poem.

Facing the Truth Within

Door slams
scarred and weathered
with my pain.

Box closes
locking inside the secrets
I'll never tell.

Dreams scream
filled with outrage
and regret.

Mirror shines
with the emptiness
of obsessions.

Courage ripples
facing the truth
of self delusions.

Peace wraps
a comforting hope
for the days ahead.

Memories of you
as you steadily become
nothing to me.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Working Poem #2

Lingering Within Me

Night time brings you closer
that time
when i squeeze my eyes shut
and all my preconceptions
coalesce into a familiar vision
tenderly frail
ah, so easily broken...
held together only
by the beating of my heart.

Whispering words not yet heard
while trailing fingers
not yet felt,
you spread me wide and open
tremulous yearnings
for what might never be.

Awash in the creative waters
soul sinking back
splintered to the temporal,
your name
oh, it falls so easily
from my ambiguous lips...
only to have the night
whisk it away.

So i squeeze my eyes shut.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Thank You Everyone....

...for making this the best grand opening blog party evah. It was wild and fun and educational even. (Two male points of view on male nipples... I'm totally using that info in one of my stories.)
Great flash posted by Roscoe James, fabulous poem by Cat, a short by Gaddy and funny as hell poems by Mikey.
And ya'll cleaned out the bar. And Gaddy-darlin... those etchings... wow. ~heh~
As soon as RJ tells me who is the winner (I'm pretty sure I know who it is by default) I'll post it here and have RJ send you the book.

Thanks again... you guys rock.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

It's time! Let's the Party get started!

i just realized, iz gonna be dang embarrassing if no one shows up.

i can always get virtually drunk by myself.
Bars open and we have Shirley Bassey - GET THE PARTY STARTED to kick things off...
fabo video!

woooooo- Six Degrees of Sexy - Menz eyecandy. Link Here!

Per GingaPaul request (yayayayaaaa) - TREX... Bang a Gong

Reminder - Flash Fiction Blog Party Tonight

Anyone planning on showing up to play with me?
~making sad, sad puppy begging eyes~

'Member - Roscoe James is giving away a book.
(your ass better be here RJ or i'm flying to Mexico and kickin' it)
- Starting between 5:30 and 6:00pm EST and running until 10pm EST
- open virtual bar - whatever likker your heart desires
- flash fiction with no rules on topic and no typo police
- i'll even throw in some virtual strippers
what more could you ask for?

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

S-S-s-s-ex scenes

One of the toughest things to write in erotica is sex scenes that don't sound like every other fucking ~heh~ sex scene you've read. Also keeping multiple sex scenes in a story fresh and not "canned." I personally think I totally SUUUUuuuuuUUUCK at writing sex scenes that are creative and unique. It's an area of weakness i'm working on improving. I kind of just toss them in there as the story chugs along and worry about "fleshing" them out later.
Recently in a writers' group meeting I read the following scene that I thought was going to be boo'd out of the room. To my extreme surprise I was told not to change it, that the humor worked and the scene was hot.

We always are our own worst critics, aren't we? I thought I'd gone a little over the top with this but it had everyone laughing so maybe.... maybe i'll just leave it alone...

Garrett chuckled at her sassy response then growled, "Darlin', that is the biggest fib I've ever heard. I may just have to spank you for that one." He felt her shiver and knew she was thinking about him tying her up, spanking her pretty bottom red, then using a toy on her. He could smell the flood of moisture that signaled her aroused state. Grabbing her chin firmly, he turned her face toward him and nibbled gently on her lips for a moment. Sucking on her plump bottom lip he battled the need to toss her down and mount her. Her gasp and subsequent sigh of pleasure unraveled the last threads of his control. The heat flared wildly between them and he groaned, pressing his lips harder against hers. His tongue drove in, spearing between her lips. He devoured her mouth, licking, and sucking as they both grew more and more frantic.
Ripping open her robe, he roughly squeezed her breast, then pulled and tweaked her nipple. Lexie moaned, and then cried out as he pinched her nipple hard before moving over to the other neglected one. Pulling his mouth from her, Garrett enveloped her breast between his lips, his teeth nibbling, then carefully biting. He increased the pressure of his nips until she cried out and clutched his head closer. She tasted heavenly. Lexie moaned his name in protest as he released her nipple with an audible pop. Ignoring her fingers that tried to tug him back to her abandoned breast, he danced his tongue down her body. The muscles in her stomach quivered as he licked his way down to her belly button, where he teased and nipped until she arched into him. Her scent and taste wrapped itself all through him. He felt his wolf stretching, reveling in the pleasure her flavor gave him. It felt as though the essence of her was seeping into his skin, wrapping around him and through him.
"I have to taste you." Garrett growled, "I have to taste you right now."
He leaned down and quickly pulled her panties off. Biting a path up her thighs he felt her tremble. The whimpering noises that escaped her were making him crazy. Everything about this woman made him crazy. His hands were shaking slightly as he used his thumbs to spread her wide, looking at the petals of her vulva for a long moment. Her pussy was wet and swollen, pulsing with visible hunger and calling for him to claim it. He nuzzled her with his nose, inhaling her musky scent then swiped his tongue across her clit, causing her to cry aloud before he dove in licking and biting at her labia like a wild man. She tasted sweet and tart. She tasted perfect. Garrett shuddered and shoved his tongue into her as deep as he could force it, desperate to drink down every drop of her.
Lexie couldn't believe the animal noises coming from her throat as she bucked and pushed her cunt against Garrett's mouth with helpless abandon. Never, never had she felt anything this good. The grunts and growls he made as he devoured her was making her completely lose her mind as her body tightened more and more, reaching for an explosive orgasm. It was too much. It wasn't enough. She had never dreamed anything could ever feel this good. Her fingers were tangled in his long hair, holding him in place as she moaned and begged for more. Close. She was so close and she knew it would unlike any orgasm she had ever experienced before.
Garrett's monster cock tapped her cheek, causing her to look over to where it dangled just beside her head. Should she…. oh hell, why not, Lexie thought, scooting herself under Garrett's legs so his cock hung dead center over her mouth. For some reason Garrett's freak of nature was making her mouth water. She took a tentative swipe across the tip with her tongue. Garrett reared up cursing, before diving back into her cunt with crazed abandon. Lexie smiled. Heh. Take that, she thought, then cried out as his teeth took hold of her clit and he sucked on it hard. Her pussy gushed, cream trickling past his feasting mouth and sliding down the crack of her ass. With determination and no small amount of revenge, Lexie swallowed the head of his cock, sucking and licking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could fit. She was definitely not a pro at giving blows, but if the sounds he was making were any indication she was doing just fine, thankyouverymuch. Her cheeks hollowed as she swallowed him with enthusiasm, determined to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her.
"Goddess damn!" Garrett howled, thrusting his hips helplessly, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. Lexie gagged for a second, and then wrapped both hands around the beast to keep it from suffocating her. She stroked her hands up and down its wet length as she continued to suck and tease.
"Oh you evil bitch!" Garrett cried out, "That feels too damn good!"
His wicked tongue drove into her, reaching impossibly deep inside as he slide it in and out in a mimick of fucking that caused her to buck and wail. Garrett lifted his face from between her legs, his chin wet with her cream. "I'm about to come, Lexie. If you don't want to swallow, you better stop right this second."
Lexie sucked harder. Garrett roared, then latched on to her clit and bit. Lexie screamed and exploded, his cock thrusting even deeper, muffling the sound as they both came in a fury of thrusts and cries. She must have blacked out Lexie realized as she weakly lifted her head and looked over to where Garrett was still shivering and groaning.
"Baby, I'd hug you but I can't fucking move." Garrett mumbled.
Lexie snickered, and rested her head against his thigh.
"I can't either." She giggled. Looking over at his now deflated but still impressive cock, she said, "I still think you should be tagged as lethal."
"You say the nicest things," he mumbled into the blanket.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Working poem

And the Twain Shall Never Meet

Roaring rage
fists pale battering rams
held in check, barely,
he stands trembling -
head thrown back
rigid firm unmovable
chained in isolation
on his island for one.

Far, far away
locked behind spidery glass
she watches, unseen,
a ghost of her former trust -
fingers stroking
the tear stained barrier
locking her safely
in place.

Blog Unveiling Flash Fiction Party - Thursday

Roscoe James suggested that I hold a flash fiction session here as part of the celebration / unveiling of my "official" author blog. Okay, so he has his uses. ~LOL!~
So this coming up thursday we'll play flash fiction over here.
Those that haven't written flash before it's alot of fun.
Stories have to be kept to 100 words not including title.
Sometimes there's a theme but in this case I say y'all can write about whatever tickles your fancy. Genres can be any bloody thing you prefer from erotica to horror to suspense to humor. Typos aren't held against you - nuh uh... it's hard enough to kept it at 100 words, screw the finicky shit. ~grin~

It gets to be ALOT of fun, especially when there are a group of people playing together at the same time. For an example of flash fiction fun go to Liquid Silver's SEx blog where they hold a flash fiction session every sunday.

As a writer what this can do for you is help you think creatively on your feet and force you to edit yourself to the center cut meat of a story. It's a wonderful tool for honing your writing.

To sweeten the pot, RJ is going to give away a copy of his newly released book. It has an indian princess in it. ~smirking~
Okay, okay, she's not a princess.
I can pretend though if I want to.
Hope you'll join me next thursday...
love, hugs and kisses

Welcome to Casa de 'Kota

For the time being you'll only find irregular postings here. This here place is for serious business... well, as serious as I ever get. Writers, readers, artists and philosphers are welcome to share their ideas and experiences.

The process of writing, really of creating, is a lonely and completely introverted task. It is knotted and tangled entirely in our own heads as we grunt and try to untangle the mental threads to make it flow and shape itself into something of value. Whether that value is personal, for entertainment or to communicate some higher ideal doesn't really matter. It's the battle we wage within and then the sharing of the end results that really counts. Because creating in a vaccuum isn't really creating at all, is it?

So the flip side of the introversion is the necessary extroversion that forces a creative person to gather together nervous courage and share. We are forever feeding the small child inside, waving the drawing/writing/mangled papermache sculpture and yelling "look, i made this! do you like it?"

I have so many faces, wear so many hats and tapdance behind so many masks. It's all apart of life and of survival. But I'm thinking here, right here is where you'll find the real me hiding, wrapped in the security blanket of creativity. So welcome old friends and new. You keep my firelights glowing when the night gets unbearably dark.