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Saturday, November 4, 2017
Some Things Never Get Old (#academia #lesfic #bdsm)
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Saturday, October 8, 2016
On a living room couch far far away... (#erotica #fairytales #inspiration @Liz_DeJesus23)
By
Liz DeJesus (Guest Blogger)
Once
upon a time on a living room couch far far away…a friend sent me an
illustration of Snow White. Except that this wasn’t a typical
Disney drawing or illustration. This Snow White had a wicked smirk on
her face, her makeup was smeared and looked as though she had been
pulled away from someone else’s lips while in the middle of a
make-out session…and she was holding a sign with numbers on it.
This was Snow White’s mugshot and she was being arrested for sexual
misconduct. And this wasn’t the only one. There were four
illustrations in this series. Fairy Tale Mugshots, drawn by Marilen
Androver. Snow White, Alice (from Alice in Wonderland), Red Riding
Hood and Goldilocks.
I
loved each one on sight.
Not
only that, I was curious. And anyone that knows me, knows that I love
fairy tales and I’m a curious person (very similar to our dear
Alice). The more I looked at these images, the more I asked myself
‘How did they get arrested in the first place?’, ‘What lead
them to commit these crimes?’, ‘What are their personalities
like?’, ‘Are they innocent…or guilty of the crime?’. So
naturally I had to answer all of these questions.
This
is pretty much my process when it comes to my writing. Some authors
have charts, post it notes and are very organized. I wish I were more
like that. I’m a pantser all the way. I fly by the seat of my pants
and just go wherever my characters want to go. I want to discover
things at the same time they do. There are a few things here and
there that I do know ahead of time but very rarely does that happen.
And the great thing about writing is that everyone has a different
process. Everyone has their own unique way of bringing characters to
life.
I
like writing the old fashioned way, pen and paper. It’s a sensory
thing for me. The soft, smooth paper, and the needle tip pen (my
favorite kind) softly scratching against the paper. *happy sigh*
That’s really all I need. So I get lost in the sound and the story
that I’m working on at that particular moment.
And
sometimes, I get inspired by works of art like it happened with
Mugshots. I had the pictures saved on my cellphone and
whenever I needed to do so, I would look at each image and pretend to
interrogate them. Sounds insane. I know. But like I said, writers
have their own way of doing things. And sometimes Alice would ‘talk’
and tell me bits and pieces of her story (at least what she
remembered). Or Holly (my Red Riding Hood) would half growl, half
mumble her story at me.
I
loved trying to figure out who these women were. What they were
addicted to, who they loved, and who they hated. It took me a little
over two years to write Mugshots, mostly because I got stuck
with some of the research I had to do. I got bogged down by the
details and didn’t focus on the actual story. What happens when you
get arrested? What is it like to get fingerprinted? And the famous
mugshot? How was that going to happen? Lots of things that needed to
be taken into consideration. So I ended up going with a small police
station and kept it all as though it were happening in a small
fictional town.
And
last year on New Year’s Eve I gave myself a resolution. I told
myself that this was the year that I would finish writing Mugshots
and get it published. I had the bare bones of the story, all I needed
to do was hunker down and finish writing the book. Every day for
MONTHS that’s what I did. I immersed myself in the strange, dark,
erotic and magical world that Snow, Alice, Holly and Winnie lived in.
I
had an amazing time writing this book and I sincerely hope that you
enjoy reading it as well. If you are a fan of fairy tale retellings
with a little bit of mischief and erotica thrown into the mix then
you will definitely enjoy Mugshots.
Blurb
Alice
had recently been dumped by her boyfriend, Jack Hart. She’s not
taking the breakup very well. She’s picked up a dangerous mushroom
habit and has been taking frequent trips down the rabbit hole. Alice
and her BFF Kat Cheshire go on a drug infused and sexually charged
trip as they make their way toward Wonderland, a new dance club that
Alice has been eager to visit. Will she make it out of the rabbit
hole unscathed or will she forever be changed?
Holly
is a good granddaughter and an antique store owner by day. But by
night? She becomes a wolf determined to escape the nightly attentions
of her ex-boyfriend, Pyotr. The man that turned her into a monster.
After she rejects his advances one time too many he threatens to kill
the person she loves the most in the world. Her grandmother. Holly
will do anything to keep her safe…even enlist the help of a woman
with golden hair.
Winnie
loves bears. Some people might say she’s obsessed but she calls it
being an avid collector. She is searching for a particular set of
bears. They are ‘The Three Wise Bears’ and each one is made out
of solid gold. Winnie has two out of three. She’s close to finding
the third one and completing her collection. She’ll do whatever it
takes to find it…even breaking and entering.
Snow
is in a tough position at work….in more ways than one actually.
Every night she puts on a show at The Poisoned Apple, her stepmother
Cora owns the highly exclusive sex club. And every night Snow
entertains the clients by performing sexual acts, but she’s tired
of that life. She longs for the day she can quit her job and live
with her boyfriend Jerry. But things get complicated when Cora
becomes more and more unstable with every passing day. She grows
obsessed with Snow’s beauty and popularity. Enough that Snow tries
to run away from her controlling stepmother. Will she finally be free
from Cora’s grasp? Or will she pay the ultimate price?
Fairy
tales like you’ve never seen them before. These wickedly enchanting
tales intersect in ways you couldn’t imagine. Enjoy finding out the
story behind their Mugshots.
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About
the Author
Liz
DeJesus was born on the tiny island of Puerto Rico. She is a
novelist, freelance writer, writing coach and a poet. She has been
writing for as long as she was capable of holding a pen. She is the
author of The Jackets (Arte Publico Press, March
2011) First Frost (Indie Gypsy, Summer 2015),
Glass Frost (Indie Gypsy, Summer 2015),
Shattered Frost (Indie Gypsy, Summer 2015),
Morgan (Indie Gypsy, July 2014), The Laurel
(Indie Gypsy, May 2016), Girl (Unexpected Spark Studios,
August 2015) and Mugshots (eXcessica Publishing, August 2016).
Her work has also appeared in Night Gypsy:
Journey Into Darkness (Indie
Gypsy, October 2012), Twice Upon a
Time (Bearded Scribe Press, Winter 2015) and Someone
Wicked (Smart Rhino Publications, Winter 2013). Her
articles have been featured in Southern Writers Magazine.
Liz
is currently working on a new novel and a comic book series titled
Zombie Ever After (Emerald Star
Comics, Fall 2014) and a comic book series titled Decode.
Find
out
more
about
Liz
DeJesus
by
visiting
her
website:
Saturday, May 7, 2016
Peeking under the plain brown wrapper... (#erotica #swinging #zombies)
Usually
I host guests on Saturdays, but lately I have been taking something
of a Zen approach to scheduling appearances. Rather than soliciting
for guests, I will wait to see who turns up. Some of my most
memorable guest posts have been from people who contacted me out of
the blue, looking for a place to talk about their books.
Anyway,
today I have sort of a virtual guest post. I’m featuring the new
collection of over-the-top erotica from my friend and co-blogger
Daddy X, entitled Brand X. I had the highly enjoyable job of editing
this rowdy assortment of dirty daydreams, so I think I can say with
authority that this book is wildly different from most erotica out
there.
Daddy
likes to push the envelope, sometimes to the point of absurdity. As a
case in point, consider “Sneak Attack”. This story manages to
include the American Revolution, gang bangs, homosexuality, and
zombies. “Light My Fire” explores the unintended consequences of
withholding sexual favors until one is married. “Nikki and the
Neighbors” features spanking, taken to extremes. The sly narrator
in “Size Matters” finds a solution to a pair of big problems—two
men so generously endowed that women are afraid of them. “Tenters”,
my favorite tale in the book, can’t really be described. It has to
be experienced.
The
sex in Brand X is frequent, juicy, and generally enjoyed by all
concerned—male and female characters alike. Here’s a snippet from
“Tenters”, to give you a feel for Daddy’s style.
“We
knew what would happen, didn’t we?” Amanda’s eyes sparkled with
unabashed glee and a sadistic something—something else. “We know
how it is under there, don’t we honey?” Her backside wiggled in
the chair. “So sexy. All dark. Everything so muffled. Up close.
Everything so—so proximate.”
Temperature
builds in a dark world. Heat, smells, pheromonic humidity of
overcharged fluids challenge the flesh while frottage and lack of
oxygen conspire with the libido. Together they form strange new
emotions, sensations. Expectations dissolve in an all-encompassing
atmosphere of erotic sensuality. Satin whispered shuffles of sheets
caress random naked bodies whenever whatever moves, twitches, pokes,
slips or silky soft slides against or between something of someone
else’s. Compounded effects and their causes turn reality back on
itself. Just the slightest adaptation of a participant’s place in
life under cover elicits equal and opposite reactions to insure
everyone involved takes part.
Events
slow down. Following blind human tactile sensations (not the will)
becomes All There Is. The stark enormity of one’s own being binds
all souls present, an effect impossible to disregard. Lovers
experience infinite qualities of a reality existing only among
themselves between the sheets, just as children create their own
world with a blanket tented across dining room chairs on a dark, dank
and drizzly day.
Boys
called it a fort and kept little girls out. Boys poked index fingers
through slits to protect themselves from imaginary foes. Girls called
it a home and tried to tidy up. They served water for tea in tiny
cups to imaginary friends. Then, with similar little index fingers
they beckoned to the boys who came to tear the structure down.
I’m
jerked back to the present by a muffled yell that’s audible even
over the Bay Area traffic report. I step into the shower to address
the reflection of a guy with his dick in a towel. “Like old times!”
I tell my doppelganger. “Sore,” he says back. The opposite wall
is another mirror where reflections upon reflections evoke madeleine
memories approaching Proustian detail.
*
* * *
If
you’re bored with the typical erotic fiction you find in the
market, why not take a peek under the plain brown wrapper?
Buy
Links
Amazon
US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01DONG9R2/
Amazon
UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01DONG9R2/
Smashwords:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/626800
Excessica:
http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=19&products_id=1033
About
Daddy X
He
survived the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, 70’s, 80’s, 90’s, and
George W. Bush. He maintained an (almost) steady trajectory through
Catholic school, a paper route, muskrat trapping, a steel mill, Bucks
County, the Haight Ashbury, North Beach, the SF bar business, drug
addiction, alcoholism, a stroke, hep C, cancer, a liver transplant, a
year of chemo, a stickup at his art gallery while tied to a desk (not
as cool as it sounds), a triple bypass, heart attack…and George W.
Bush.
Now
he’s old, and it’s time to get dirty.
He’s
been with Momma X (greatest editor on earth) for fifty years, but she
thinks his stuff is too skeevy to deal with. They live in northern
California with a ninety pound lop-eared hound (17” wingspan) and
two cats. Some of Daddy’s dirtiest stories have been gathered in
The Gonzo Collection, also available from eXcessica. Daddy is also
published in anthologies by Naughty Nights Press, House of Erotica
and in Cleis Press’ Best Bondage 2015.
Monday, July 13, 2015
Male/Male Erotica – An Easy Switch
By
Harper Jewel (Guest Blogger)
Thanks,
Lisabet, for having me here today. I appreciate the opportunity to
share a bit about myself.
Ever
since I was a child, I wrote stories for myself and for school when
required. But when I began writing for publication in October 2012
and discovered my knack for writing erotica, I never intended to
write a male/male story. I felt comfortable with my male/female and
my male/female/male ménage ideas. Inserting a paranormal influence
was not a difficult choice; it just came naturally. I did, however,
feel the need to write straight contemporary erotica as well. Thus,
my “A Seekers Story” titles and my “Inked Heat” titles (one
of which is no longer available) came to be.
It
truly amazes me how everyday situations or things can suddenly spark
a story idea. As a result, I find myself wishing I could run for pen
and paper or my laptop at truly inconvenient times—doing errands,
driving my daughter to and from school, or standing under the shower
for instance.
When
I spotted a particular photo on a Deviant Art page, it sparked an
immediate interest and sent my imagination wheels spinning. The
picture of two men standing in front of a wall mirror, one embracing
the other from behind as he kissed his way up his partner’s neck,
“spoke” to me in such a way that it seeped into my pores.
Because
I wasn’t completely convinced I could pull off a story with gay men
as my characters, I didn’t act on the idea-kernel that continued to
plague me for several weeks. But when I kept “seeing” that photo,
especially at night when I was trying to sleep, not to mention that
names for the characters kept playing on an endless loop in my mind,
I simply had to sit and write.
The
opening scene for MIRROR OF OBSESSION
came so easily, it practically wrote itself. In fact, my fingers
couldn’t type fast enough. Then Devin Hughes, the main character,
continued to chatter away at me. It was his idea to bring the
paranormal twist to this book, and it was his idea to create Matthew
Lyons. He didn’t want Brice to be his love interest as I’d
originally planned; he demanded that Matt be his heartthrob and
perfect partner. At this point, I didn’t dare disagree.
Before
I knew it, Devin, Matt, and Brice had taken complete control and the
story was nearing completion. I’m not one that likes cliffhangers,
even in a series, so the way these three ended the story made me
smile. Upon writing THE END, I sat back and smiled. My first
male/male story was complete and under my belt. I couldn’t believe
how easy it had been and was beyond proud with the results. And just
like that, my switch to the male/male genre was born. Simple as that.
This
doesn’t mean that I’ll never write another male/female story (I
already have one with a paranormal element finished that isn’t
available as of yet) but for me, the male/male or, in the case of a
current WIP for my Inked Heat series, the male/male/female category
is my preference. For whatever reason, I find writing the male/male
sex scenes grittier and easier to write.
For
me, as a writer, there is nothing better than having a WIP fly off my
fingertips. Head Game, another title I’m
currently working on, has completely engulfed me. Adam Darling, my
main character in what is turning out to be a raunchy romp, is taking
up most of my waking and sleeping thoughts. In approximately
thirty-two hours total time, I’ve put almost 10,000 words on page
and I couldn’t be happier with the way things are turning out with
this little vignette!
Most
of my currently published books include a fair share of titillating
sex and when a reader or reviewer mentions a particular scene and
their sizzling reaction to it—getting a cold drink, taking a cold
shower, changing their panties, or breaking out their B.O.B.s—I
just sit back and grin. That’s what I aim for!
Some
may wonder how I made the decision to move away from traditional
publishers and give eXcessica a shot. I discovered the hard way that
putting my manuscripts in the hands of others did not work out well
for me. I like the idea of choosing my editor and cover artist. This
way, I’m guaranteed to work with someone I’m compatible with.
Choosing my own release date also works in my favor. I believe having
a recognizable name associated with my latest release has helped
tremendously. Now, I’ll feel much more comfortable self-publishing
some of my other titles.
MIRROR
OF OBSESSION, my newest release as well as
my first foray into the male/male genre and my first publication with
eXcessica Publishing has been reaping four- and five-star reviews. I
do hope you’ll check it out.
Blurb
When
fifteen-year-old Devin Hughes created his phantom lover to help him
keep his sexual identity a secret, he never imagined that Brice would
materialize in the flesh ten years later.
Convinced
that the mind-blowing encounters he had with his hunky specter were
nothing more than fevered hallucinations, Dev attempts to push Brice
to the back of his mind and concentrate on his rising career as an
advertising executive.
With
the help of his newest client, Englishman Matthew Lyons, CEO of Lyons
Security, Devin is able to forget Brice once and for all. Sparks fly
between Dev and Matt, and they speed full-throttle into a
relationship.
During
a month-long separation, Devin struggles with uncertainty and reverts
to his “hurt them before they hurt you” attitude, forcing him to
get a grip and make things right or lose Matt altogether.
When
an obsessed Brice finds out about Devin’s new relationship, his
rage reaches an all-time high. The two men have ruined all his plans,
and he will stop at nothing to reach his goal: harvesting Devin’s
soul.
Will
Devin, with Matthew’s help, find a way to banish Brice forever, or
will they both succumb to the satanic powers of a maniacal demon?
Naughty Excerpt
“I’m
your fantasy. I know everything that pleases you,” crooned Brice as
his hand continued to pump Dev’s cock with firm, sure strokes.
Unable
to fight his misgivings any longer, Devin relaxed, letting the
apparition coaxing his length to life have his wicked way. The meaty
palm caressing his staff stopped after a few minutes. Dev’s
throbbing hard-on stood at attention from his groin as a set of moist
lips latched onto his, forcing his eyes to open at the same time
Brice straddled his hips. Two pools of liquid obsidian met his own
baby blues, and he couldn’t help but shift his hips, begging for
more.
“I’m
going to ride your magnificent cock, Dev. Watch me as I do it.”
Devin
focused on his lover as the man leaned slightly forward, pulled his
ass cheeks apart, and lowered his body. Tight, tingling warmth
surrounded his cock while his gaze flickered and refocused onto Bri’s
steely erection bobbing before him, the domed purple head leaking
profusely. Reaching out, Dev’s hands gripped the sides of the
muscular waist riding his hips and grunted in animalistic
satisfaction.
“Ready
for me to move, Dev?”
“Hell
yes. Do it.”
“As
you wish.” As if in slow motion, Brice began to rock forward and
back, riding the dick nestled in his ass. “So fucking perfect. I
knew your cock would hurt so good, Dev. I just knew it.”
“Uh
huh… don’t stop.”
“I
have no intentions of stopping. Not until you’ve emptied everything
you’ve got deep inside me.”
Brice’s
words were so stimulating, Devin felt himself begin to burn from the
inside out. When Bri picked up the pace of his swaying movements, a
new sensation bombarded him. The walls of his fantasy lover’s rear
passage began to undulate in pulsating waves as if it were some sort
of penis masturbator. Wave after wave of a sensuous rhythm set in,
dragging him closer and closer to blast off.
When
Brice dipped down to tease Devin’s nipple with a swirling tongue,
he felt a hand slide under his left ass cheek, squeezing through the
gap created by the rocking motion. Suddenly, a finger began to
slither inside Dev’s back entrance just before a tiny probe that
felt more like a barb stabbed him right in the prostate. Setting off
a tumultuous chain reaction, it began with his shout of release
followed by jackhammer twitches of his cock, as burst after burst of
his stringy load shot from his vibrating rod. A black hole of ecstasy
opened its maw and swallowed Devin whole, while his entire body
quaked with abandon.
“Oh,
holy fuck, Bri!”
“Take
my dick in your hands, Devin. Stroke me off while you empty yourself
in my ass. I want my cum to coat your sinful body,” commanded
Brice.
Doing
as instructed, Dev grasped Brice’s impressively hard length with
shaky hands, squeezing and stroking the vein-covered stalk, using the
clear molten fluid leaking from the slit to make the carnal massage
smoother and easier.
“That’s
it. Grip me harder, squeeze me like a vise.”
Buy Links for
Mirror of Obsession
Google
Play
Books:
https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Harper_Jewel_Mirror_of_Obsession?id=YQZ1CQAAQBAJ
eXcessica
Publishing:
http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=13&products_id=889
About the Author
An
avid reader of paranormal and erotic romances, she has always dreamed
of becoming an author. The stories all began when she was in grade
school and earned her writing honors throughout her school years.
Now, she’s finally bringing them to life for others to read.
While
working on her writing career, she’s put her college education and
background in English and Language Arts to work as an editor, and
she’s expanded her skills to include formatting for Smashwords
Premium Catalog, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Amazon, and All Romance
Ebooks.
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