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Friday, October 22, 2021

Look-out. There’s a dead guy behind you. – #Paranormal #Vampires #Ghosts @ShielaSue

Secrets of the Dead cover
By Shiela Stewart (Guest Blogger)

Ghosts, vampires, demons, shifters and witches. Yah or nay?

My favorites are Ghosts, Vampires and Demons. I don’t dislike Witches or shifters. I have written a few, Charming the Darkness and Surviving the Darkness are two. But if you’ve checked out any of my books, you’ll see which paranormal creatures are the ones I prefer. My Darkness Series are about evil bloodthirsty Vampires ( I know, aren’t they all evil bloodthirsty?) who use a ritual to blot out the sun over Jacobs Cover. (Now comes the not evil bloodthirsty vampires.) It starts with one female vampire, Trinity, who was scorned by her vampire lover, Basil, king of the vamps, and is determined to take out as many vampires as she can to save her city. Along the way she is joined by other vampires, a witch and humans. Oh, and Basil, the vamp that cheated on her. It’s an eight book series that takes place over several months.

I love to write about Vampires. They’re so much fun to write about. I can do whatever I want with them. One thing I will never, ever, ever do, is make them sparkle. You know who I’m talking about. LOL

I do however allow them to shift into different forms. Not entirely like shifters, but similar. Basil, for one, is the prince of vampires and has very strong powers. He can shift into any creature. One of his most powerful ability is to stir wind and cause objects to move to take out the enemy. You may be thinking, ‘So what. He can stir wind’. Trust me, he can create a tornado. It’s also handy when trying to confuse the enemy so that others can sneak up and kill them.

On to Demons. They are similar to vampires in that they need blood to sustain their life. They don’t go about biting other humans for the blood. They do have the ability to rip out a person’s throat and gobble it down. Draco, in Awaken the Demon, is a direct descendant from Satan and was created to gather souls for Satan. After several lifetimes of servitude, he convinces Satan to let him go so he can try having a different life. He becomes rich and very famous in the business community. What he want’s most is love. When he finds out there is a demon human woman, he is determined to find her and have her. (Demons are not allowed to mate with humans) Things don’t always go as planned as is the case in all three Demon books. I loved writing Demons, they can be so nasty.

But my favorite subjects to write about are ghosts and people who can communicate with them, as is the case in Discovery in Passion and my Lost Souls series. Let’s start with Discovery. It’s about a woman who moves into a haunted house, falls in love and tries to solve a crime. There’s plenty of sex and mystery. One of my favorite books to write. As a child, I too, lived in a haunted house. I use that in my books.

Onto The Lost Souls series, Secrets of the Dead, Book 1, and the soon to be released, Innocence of the Dead, Book 2. C.J. Dowling has the ability to see and communicate with the dead. He has had this ability all of his life. He’s hired by real estate companies to rid supposed houses of their spirits. This one particular house causes him a lot of trouble and brings up secrets from the past. Ghosts he’s used to, feisty redheads determined not to believe he is not. Jessica gives him a run for his money.

Innocence of the Dead is twenty-plus years in the future and focuses on C.J. and Jessica’s daughter who has her father’s ability and hates it. She’s even tried running away in hopes to be rid of them. No such luck. When a small child comes to her for help, she can’t ignore the girl and begins to research missing children. In the meantime she meets debonair Ethan Montgomery and is instantly attracted to him. Problem is, he’s still married, at least technically.

So why do I love ghosts more than anything else? As I said, I lived in a haunted house and have on occasion, seen ghosts. I know, you’re probably snorting or laughing right now. Like C.J., I’ve grown accustomed to it. I don’t walk around shouting, ‘Hey, I see dead people”, or “Look-out. There’s a dead guy behind you.” Though that would be fun, it would be foolish. I don’t see them everywhere I go. Mostly I see loved ones who have passed. On occasion, I have predicted a death which is always unsettling.

Now you know why I have a fondness for Ghosts. I hope I didn’t scare you away. If you’re still reading, check out my current release, Secrets of the Dead. Also, one lucky commenter will win a copy of Secrets of the Dead.

Blurb

Jessica Coltrane is a die-hard sceptic who believes that ghosts and paranormal activity are nothing more than a figment of an overactive imagination. That is until she finds herself locked inside a haunted house with the enigmatic paranormal investigator C.J. Dowling.
Born with the ability to see and speak to the dead, C.J. Dowling thought investigating a haunted house would be a job like many others. He’s prepared for anything—except smart and sexy Jessica.

Working together in close quarters, C.J. and Jessica discover it isn’t only negative tension between the two, but sexual as well. Giving into their desires seemed like a good idea at the time, until they wake and find the spirits thought otherwise. Trapped with the ghost of a child long forgotten, an amorous entity that is threatening Jessica, and a powder keg of a spine-tingling mystery that might just be better left buried.

Excerpt

Something tickled her nose. Using her hand, she tried to swipe it away and felt the brush of hair against her knuckles. Planting her hand, she felt the warm flesh beneath her palm.

Recognition hit and woke her with an angry slap. Eyes shooting open, she sat up quickly and instantly regretted it when the room spun wildly around her. Laying back down, closing her eyes, she waited out the dizziness the hangover caused. Her mind raced to the night before.

The soft ache in her loins reminded her of what she’d done. Carefully opening her eyes, she turned her head to see a naked C.J. beside her.

Oh, God.” She looked over his naked body, remembering how good it felt having him inside her. She hadn’t been that drunk that she couldn’t remember the event, and lord, what an event it had been. They had literally torn each other’s clothing off. She’d been an animal, which was so not like her.

What did they do now? Would they go on as they had been, sniping at each other, treat this as a one-night fling and move on? In truth, the guy irritated the hell out of her, yet he’d made her feel so incredible the night before. How was she supposed to respond to him now, after sharing something so intimate?

Dowling,” she spoke quietly. “Dowling.” When he moaned, she slapped his chest. “Dowling!”

Jesus.”

Wake up.”

I’m awake.” He looked at her with a smile. “Morning.” Then his eyes went wide. “Holy hell.” He bolted upright and jumped to his feet, nearly knocking her over. “Oh, my God.”

What the hell?” The sofa stood on its end, two sitting chairs slammed up right against it, all pushed against the window. The coffee and end tables stood one on top of the other, in front of the fireplace.

Carefully, Jessie stood up, waiting out the dizziness. She had to rub her eyes to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. It looked like a hurricane had blown through. “How…”

I need to check my equipment.” He flew off, still nude, and she got one hell of a look at his ass.

She saw her shirt by the fireplace, straps torn. She couldn’t exactly wear it in its condition. Spotting his shirt hanging over the couch, she grabbed it and put it on. It barely covered her, but would have to do for now.

This is incredible. The meters went off the scale. The temperature recorded several degrees below freezing at one point. It didn’t last long, though, as it rose exponentially. And we slept through it all. Damn, I have never seen anything like this before. It’s phenomenal.”

You’re naked, you know?”

What?” He didn’t even look up.

You’re naked.” She tossed him his jeans, hitting him square in the face.

Unaffected by it, he grabbed the jeans and slipped into them using his free hand. It amused her to watch him shimmy into his tight jeans, jumping from one foot to the other. “The cameras!” He rushed to the video equipment as he did up his pants. “Do you know what this means?”

That you were a busy boy last night.”

He looked at her, confused. “Beg pardon?”

I don’t know how you managed it all alone, but I give you credit for a job well done.”

You think I did all of this?”

No, I know you did all of this. Boy, you’ll do anything to make me a believer.”

His eyes narrowed and his voice dipped an octave. “You think I did all of this just to make you believe there are ghosts here?”

Well…yeah.”

Fine.” Walking to her, he grabbed her arm and led her to the camera.

Let go of me.”

Not until you see this.” Taking her by the shoulders, he turned her to face the monitor attached to one of the cameras. “Watch.” He pressed play.

Folding her arms across her chest, Jessie glared at the screen. He’d recorded them having sex.

Oh my God, you taped us making out? How could you?”

I have my cameras set on timers that begin taping on their own. I didn’t know we were going to go at it like rabbits last night. Watch.”

You will erase those tapes,” she insisted, then grunted when he turned her face back to the monitor. “What the hell?”

Keep watching.”

She couldn’t pry her eyes away if she tried. The furniture lifted in the air, spun around wildly before they slammed in front of the fireplace and window. “Oh my god!”

My sentiments exactly. I need to check the rest of the house.” He left her mesmerized in front of the TV.

* * *

And my soon to be released sequel, Innocence of the Dead:

Samantha Dowling sees ghosts. As much as she hates her gift, she can’t ignore them when the spirit of a murdered young girl haunts her dreams. As she digs into her death, she learns she’s not the only missing child in the city. And no one seems to be doing anything about it.
Running into the very sexy Ethan Montgomery at his bookstore where she’s doing her research, she is instantly attracted.

From the first moment Ethan Montgomery saw Sam, he knew he had to have her. The problem with that is his soon to be ex-wife, Gwen. She’s determined to bring Ethan down any way she can, so when she finds out he’s seeing Sam, she uses that against him.

Despite the obstacle, Sam and Ethan continue to see each other. Sam knows he’s the love of her life. Ethan can’t deny his love for Sam. But sneaking around isn’t as easy as they thought when others discover their relationship.

Discovering who the killer is could be the end for Sam. Unless Ethan finds her before it's too late.

Excerpt

She struggled in the darkness that surrounded her. The cold, damp dirt smothered her and clogged her nails as she fought to escape. Her eyes and nose stung from the strong smell of defecation and rotting flesh. The taste of blood in her mouth made her want to gag.

She’d been buried. Alive!

Desperate for air, for escape, she clawed at the dirt, pushing it aside in her frantic need to escape. It covered her eyes, filled her nostrils and ears. Unable to breathe, she fought desperately to find air. When her hand finally broke through the surface, she felt giddy, then gasped when a hand grabbed onto her arm. Yanked up, free of her grave, she scrambled to her knees, spitting dirt from her mouth, shaking it from her ears, gasping for breath. In the distance, a tiny voice spoke.

Save us.”

Who are you?” She rubbed the dirt from her eyes, blinking away the blurriness. What she saw before her made her stomach roll and her heart clench.

Propped against a wall sat a small child, who couldn’t have been more than seven. Her eyes, a foggy white stared at her blankly and she felt them penetrate her soul. Across her neck, from ear to ear, was a gaping wound.

Horrified, she scrambled back and screamed when an arm came around her waist. Before she could comprehend what happened, something cold and hard touched her neck.

In one quick motion, it sliced across her throat.

Sam woke with a scream, her hands clutching her neck. It took her a moment to orient herself as she stared wildly across the room.

She was safe, in her bed, in her home.

As the picture of the little girl flashed through her mind, Sam began to cry.

She hated this. Hated it with a deep passion.

Why did she have to live with the dead?

The tears slid down her face, dampening her cotton nightshirt. It never got any easier to see the dead in her dreams, even after dealing with it all of her life.

Sniffling back her tears, Sam mopped her face dry. Climbing out of bed, she grabbed her sketchbook and pencil, then sat back down in bed to draw. It always helped to sketch her dreams.

Though her hand shook, Sam managed to sketch the face of the child that had come to her in her dream.

The flesh was decaying, her bones protruding and Sam even drew the maggots that crawled over the child’s dead body. She had blue eyes, beneath the fog of death, and Sam drew them as she saw them behind their milky white stare. Dirt and blood coated her blonde hair. She wore a red fuzzy shirt and blue jeans with silver gems along the seams and pockets. She had on one running shoe in white and blue, the laces untied and caked in mud and blood. Her once white socks were filthy.

One of her upper teeth was missing.

Sam paused briefly before sketching the gaping wound in her neck. The flesh had been torn open from ear to ear, nearly decapitating the frail child. Sam could taste the blood in her own mouth, and as she reached up to her throat, remembered the feel of her own torn flesh.

It was just a dream. Not real.

* * * *

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About the Author

Shiela Stewart is a paranormal suspense author with a writing history that stems back to her youth.  Always a dreamer, wondering if her stories would ever reach an audience, she was finally published in 2006 and hasn’t stopped since.  It is rare to find a stand-alone book as she prefers series stories. Her longest running series to date is her Darkness series, which is a vampire romance.

Her joy for scary suspense is evident in each of her books. She has had several accomplishments, including fighting for the top spot in the rankings with author Stephanie Myers, receiving glowing reviews as well as interviews on local television and reviews and interviews in The Romantic Times Magazine.

When not writing, Shiela spends her time with the love of her life, William, and their children and grandchildren. Her strong affection for animals is evident in the many cats she cares for.

Her favorite time of the day is at sunset.

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Welcome to Nirvana! #Bisexuality #Bookstore #EroticRomance



By Sadira Stone (Guest Blogger)

Until 2016, I was one of those readers—literary snobs who look down their noses at romance for the usual stupid reasons: too corny, too predictable, too fluffy. Then I read about how fun and lucrative writing erotica can be. I thought, what the heck? Let's try.

I have never had so much fun with a writing project! My first steamy romance, Through the Red Door, nearly wrote itself, though it damn sure didn't edit itself. Now I'm totally addicted to passionate, heartfelt stories with happy endings, both as a reader and as a writer.

Why set the series in a bookshop? Ever since I was a wee lass, I dreamed of owning one. Add to that my fascination with historical erotic art and literature, and you’ve got the Book Nirvana series, set in an indie bookshop with an extensive erotica collection behind a locked red door.

I love writing stories in which a couple’s powerful physical attraction leads them to consider a partner outside their usual M.O.—one who just might turn out to be their perfect match. That’s how it happened for my husband and me!

I wanted to set my series in a college town, so I chose Eugene, home of the University of Oregon, with its lively arts scene and rich counterculture legacy from the hippie era. It’s now my favorite Oregon town to visit!



Blurb

She’s a free spirit. He’s a one-woman man.

Rejected by her family for her bisexuality, graphic artist Margot DuPont yearns for a life with no fences, no limits, and no family ties. Between college, work at Book Nirvana, and an art competition, she barely has time for her part-time girlfriend, much less a flirtation with her competitor.

Dumped into the foster system at a young age, ceramics artist Elmer Byrne craves a big, loving family of the heart. His artist family almost fills that need, but something is missing...until Margot. But when he offers his heart, her thorny defenses shatter him.

Thrown together in an art competition that could jump-start one artist's career, but not both, their irresistible attraction forces them to reconsider the meaning of success.

Excerpt

That fuzzy, flame-colored beard of his must tickle. What would it feel like brushing against her breasts, over her belly, between her thighs?
She bit her lip hard. Too much time in the red room.

The guy turned toward her and grinned. Was it just her imagination, or did his eyes flash when they met hers? Warm hazel eyes, thickly lashed and sparkling with playful energy.

A happy little vibration rose from her belly and twitched the corners of her mouth upward—until she recognized him.

Oh, yuck. This guy. She’d seen him hanging around the shop, flirting with Laurel, all swaggering, macho bullshit. She remembered how Doug, Laurel’s boyfriend, had tensed like an angry stork and glared at the shorter, buffer man.

Maxie waved. “Margot, you remember Elmer? He gave me a ride.” She nudged him with her bony elbow. “Isn’t he cute?”

Real cute. And he knows it.

How’s it going, Margot?” His grin widened as his gaze flicked down her body and back up.

Creep.

No way to avoid his extended hand without offending Maxie, so she took it. Warm, calloused, his grip firm but not too tight. A tattoo of a foaming beer mug adorned the back of his hand. Beneath the copper hair on his forearm, pretty muscles flexed.

Feet on the ground, DuPont. You’ve got no time for flirtatious fuzz-beards.

Maxie’s merry gaze flicked from Elmer to Margot. “He’s exhibiting at the Rainbow Center on Saturday.” She grinned up at Elmer. “Margot helped Laurel design that poster for the art show.”

His eyebrows rose. “That’s your work? Really nice.”

She shook her head. “It’s Laurel’s work. I just helped her with the graphic design software.”

Graphic design? Like ads and words and stuff?”

She curled her lip and prepared for battle with yet another snooty artist who looked down his precious nose at graphic arts, like nothing with words or photos could ever count as real art. “I make stuff everyone sees, not just rich people in art galleries.” She stepped closer, glaring up into his startled face while she ticked off on her fingers. “Posters for community events, book covers, the logo for this shop, and its website and signage and—”

He raised both hands and backed off a few steps. “Relax, angry elf. I wasn’t putting down your work, okay? I said I liked the poster. Jeesh.”

Maxie’s painted-on auburn brows rumpled. “Margot, I’m surprised at you.”

That stung. She lowered her gaze and shuffled her boots. “Yeah, well, I’m sick of snobby artists.”

He crossed athletic arms over his impressive pecs. “I’m not one of them.”

Her cheeks flushed hot. “Okay, cool. Sorry. So, um, what are you exhibiting at the show?”

Ceramics. Beer steins, mostly. Donated a dozen to the Rainbow Arts Center.” He winked, her dig seemingly forgotten. “If someone likes my stuff, maybe they’ll order a complete set.”

Beer mugs. Definitely not snooty. Embarrassment drilled deeper into her skull.

The pretty potter smooched Maxie’s cheek. “Well, gotta shove off. Max, I’ll pick you up at ten on Saturday. Ladies.” He pantomimed lifting a hat brim, then ambled toward the door.

Maxie prodded Margot’s boot with her cane. “Why’d you bite his head off? He’s a nice boy. You should ask him out.”

She rolled her eyes. “Max, I’m not looking to date right now. Especially not that guy.”

What’s wrong with Elmer?”

I’ve seen him in action. He flirts for sport. I’m not gonna be anyone’s plaything.”

The doorway bell tinkled as Elmer strolled through. Laurel looked up from wiping the counter. “You want to wait in the café, Aunt Maxie? I’ll be done in fifteen minutes.”

Of course, doll.” Maxie tottered toward the coffee shop next door.

Margot moved behind the counter and watched through the plate-glass window as Elmer crossed the street and unlocked his rust-bucket pickup. “Pain in the ass, isn’t he?” Nice ass, though. Firm and crunchy.

Laurel chuckled. “Oh, he’s not so bad. I think he just flirts out of habit, like some people nibble their nails or twiddle their hair.” She turned away to straighten a pile of flyers. “Margot, do you—um…”

What?”

Do you date guys?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Sometimes. Why?”

On his way out, he asked about you.”

Oh, so I should date him, get him off your back?” She scrubbed her fingers through her hair. “No thanks.”

Well, I hope you’ll come to the art show anyway. I’m running the race at ten, but I’ll help with the set-up beforehand.” She cracked a crooked smile. “I’ll do my best to corral Elmer. Gotta warn you, though—if he sets his mind on you, he’s persistent.”

Don’t worry.” She shoved a hand through her spiky hair. “I can handle pushy guys. I know how to push back.”


Love, Art, and Other Obstacles is on sale for just $2.99 (ebook) from 15 May-29 May on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Apple Books.


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About the Author


Ever since her first kiss, Sadira’s been spinning steamy tales in her head. After leaving her teaching career in Germany, she finally tried her hand at writing one. Now she’s a happy citizen of Romancelandia, penning contemporary romance from her new home in Washington State, U.S.A. When not writing, which is seldom, she explores the Pacific Northwest with her charming husband, enjoys the local music scene, plays darts (pretty well), plays guitar (badly), and gobbles all the books. Visit Sadira at www.sadirastone.com .

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Friday, May 8, 2020

Does life inspire writing? #guestblogger #EMT #Romance @DonnaVStone


By D.V. Stone (Guest blogger)
Does life inspire writing? Absolutely! Hi, my name is Donna, and I write as D. V. Stone, and I’m so happy to be here today. Former parts of my life inspire the book Rock House Grill as an Emergency Medical Technician and small restaurant owner. And workplace romance? Yep, though mine was a bit different. I’m happily married for twenty-six years. So where was I twenty-seven years ago? In prison.

Ha, got ya!

I was an EMT in a women’s state prison. Since I was newly divorced, my co-workers conspired to fix me up with a New Boot. Yes, he was cute, but I was still recovering from a nasty divorce a year earlier. The last thing I was looking for was a romantic relationship. Well, those nurses and correction officers were sure this guy was the one for me. They insisted he wanted to go on a date with me, and to get them off my back, I finally agreed. Come to find out they were pestering him too. These would be matchmakers kept telling him, “Donna, the EMT (that’s how I was referred to by everyone, including inmates) wants to go out with you.”

Well, our first date was my annual squad dinner in March. Guess what? They were right. We became inseparable and engaged by May and the following May married.

Many years later, as a couple, we invested in a coffee shop called Heavenly Brew, which is in a scene from my book. We also bought a small restaurant.

EMT Shay McDowell in Rock House Grill has similar concerns. On a hot summer night, she’s called to the scene of an accident where Chef Aden House has wrecked his beautiful Camaro. I couldn’t name the car in the book, trademarks you know, but my sweet ride is Snowball, a dazzling white Camaro.

In another interesting coincidence of real-life mimicking fiction, during the time I was writing about Aden’s recovery from leg injuries, my dear Pete was too. Talk about hands-on research. 

 Pete with his crutches

Rock House is the first book of the Impact Series. Each one will focus on a different couple, First Responder, and a music theme. All of these are important to me. I love romance and Happily Ever Afters. There will be threads like Heavenly Brew and familiar characters. Jazz House is next up, and after that, I think the third will be Blues House. I’m also considering branching off on the musical theme with Honky Tonk Hold-Out. Who knows? Next year I retire, and we’ll be traveling around the country in our 5th Wheel trailer.

Well, I hope you enjoy reading about me and Rock House Grill. I’d love to give away a token of appreciation to your readers. Three gift bags holding a notebook, a sweet treat, and a signed bookmark. Just leave a comment with your email if you want one!






Blurb


One man’s choices—One woman’s impact

Aden House, successful but driven chef and TV personality, refuses to slow down. His life implodes one night, damaging him both physically and emotionally. He’s rescued by a woman he thinks of as his angel.

Shay McDowell has rebuilt her life after her divorce. She juggles volunteer EMT duties and her job, while dreaming of becoming a chef. She finds her way to Rock House Grill and back into the life of the man she helped save.

Can love be the ingredient needed to survive the many obstacles they face?

Excerpt

Easy, you’re going to be okay.” A soft voice eased through the chaos around him. The owner of the voice grabbed his arms and held them in a firm but gentle grip. “I’m right here with you. You are not alone.”

Can hardly m-move.” His voice slurred. “C-can’t see anything.”

You’ve been in an accident. I’m an EMT with the ambulance squad,” the velvety voice calmly explained. “You can’t see well because we’re under a tarp. Hold still, okay?”

“‘K.” A small light flickered at the edge of his vision. It shone into a bag next to him. Penlight.

You’re restrained to a board. It’s to keep your head from moving and causing more injury.” She continued to talk to him. The voice reached down somewhere inside him, calming and peaceful, so he focused on it. A glow from spotlights on the outside lit whatever covered them. The shadow gave the woman the appearance of a halo—like an angel.


About Me





Hi, my name is D. V. Stone. I am a multi-genre author of two independently published books. Felice, Shield-Mates of Dar is a fantasy romance. Agent Sam Carter and the Mystery at Branch Lake is a mid-grade paranormal. Recently, Rock House Grill was released by Wild Rose Press. I also host Welcome to the Campfire and A Peek Through the Window, both weekly blogs. Here’s a little more about me.


Born in Brooklyn, D.V. Stone has moved around a bit and even lived for a time on a dairy farm in Minnesota before moving back east. Throughout her wandering, she always considered herself a Jersey Girl. She met and married the love of her life, Pete—a lifelong Jersey Man, and moved this time to Sussex County. They live with Hali, a mixed breed from the local shelter and their cat Baby.

D.V.’s career path varied from working with the disabled to become a volunteer EMT, which in turn led to working in hospital emergency rooms and then in a women’s state prison. After a few years, she took a break from medicine and became the owner of Heavenly Brew, a specialty coffee shop in Sparta NJ, and a small restaurant in Lafayette. Life handed some setbacks, and she ended up back in the medical field, but this time in a veterinary emergency hospital. 

During the poor economy, she was laid–off from a long-time position she cared about. Devastated, D.V. wondered what to do with her life. Finding comfort in her love of reading, she realized it was now time to follow her dream of writing. It’s been a long road but worth every minute of it. Now a published author, she also works in a people medical office again.

Thank you for taking the time to read about me. Each time you open the pages to one of my books, I hope you’ll be swept away by the story and find encouragement in your own life, never to give up on hope.”

~ D.V. Stone


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Monday, December 2, 2019

From online game to erotic memoir - @CharlotteGatto #GentlemansPlaything #Dominance #Noncon


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By Charlotte Gatto (Guest Blogger)

The Gentleman’s Plaything started as an online game. It was fun, but not enough. I needed a place to explore my character’s personality, her thoughts, and emotions, and to go into more detail about what happens to her as a captive at The Gentleman’s Retreat. I wanted to invent completely new scenes with different characters. So I started an online diary.

But that wasn’t enough either!

After my first book, Party Games (now re-released as Pleasure Party Games) was published I was thirsting for that “just published author thrill” once again. I absolutely love writing as Clara Woodford, so I decided to turn her online diary into a novel. It took forever! You would think that writing a book that was already about a third completed would be quick and easy. But, I guess I just don’t do things the quick and easy way!

I re-wrote every single post from my website and added many more completely new diary entries. I wanted the reader to really get to know Clara and to understand her, so I wrote all about her childhood, her parents, and her friends, as well as her emotions, hopes, and dreams. Clara is a captive at the Gentleman’s Retreat, but she wasn’t kidnapped so, how did she get there? I had to figure out a logical way for her to arrive and yet be unable or unwilling to leave. That wasn’t easy! I also had to think about how she remains so sweet and innocent despite the awful things that often happen to her. There had to be a reason for her naïveté.

Even once the book was finished, I didn’t feel it was quite ready for publishing. I kept editing and polishing it, tweaking things here and there, making changes following feedback from friends. I wanted it to be amazing. It took a while before I was completely happy with the final edit, but it was definitely worth the extra time and effort.

Although I haven’t played Clara online for over a year now and there has been no real ending to that game, I obviously needed a satisfactory conclusion for the book. The way a story ends is extremely important to me, and I wanted something unexpected and original that would leave the reader feeling pleasantly surprised and happy. I don’t like predictable or sad endings! Of course, I’m not going to say whether she does get out or not, but there are no cliffhangers. I’m itching to write a sequel, but I have other projects in the works that I’m excited about completing first so, I’m sorry, my sweet Clara, you’ll have to wait your turn!

The Gentleman’s Plaything is the personal diary of Clara Woodford, held against her will at the Gentleman’s Retreat, used by the men there in any way they please. Sometimes they are gentle and almost romantic; other times, they play cruel games with her body and mind, and she’s left hurt, crying, scared, and confused. Clara dreams of escape, but sometimes, just sometimes, she can see a tiny light shining through the darkness. Reading Clara’s diary, we learn about her childhood, how she arrived at the Gentleman’s Retreat, what happens to her while she’s there, and… if she ever gets free!

Please be advised that this is a dark and twisted erotic fantasy. The men in this book do what they please with the women they meet and, while some of those women are willing and eager participants, most are not.

Blurb

All she wanted was to find love.

All she wanted was a little adventure.

All she wanted was to cool off in his swimming pool.

But now he had her and he would never let her go. Her swim had been short; her adventure would be long.

And love?

Sometimes, in nightmares, we find a dream we never knew we had.

Excerpt

My first diary entry! So, I’ll tell you about the man who won me in a raffle on my first day here at the Gentleman’s Retreat.

Terrified of what was about to happen, I waited in the lobby for the monster who obviously thought that full use of my body was a perfectly normal prize to win. I focused on the parquet floor, then on my bare feet, then on my toenails and their chipped pink nail polish as I tried to block out what was going on around me. But it didn’t work. My other senses filled in all the horrible, frightening details as whimpers, moans, and screams pierced through the heavy stench of cigars, alcohol, and sex.

I saw his shoes first. They stopped in front of me, shiny, black, no doubt expensive, and definitely arrogant.

Follow me,” the shoes’ owner said.

I didn’t want to look up. After all, why should I care what he looked like? He was just taking me to my rapist.

Your cheeks match the pink flowers over there. You’re as pretty as they are.”
We were outside now, in one of the little gardens, and I saw his face clearly for the first time. And I blushed. I was so annoyed with myself! This evil excuse for a human being happened to be good-looking, and I was blushing instead of telling him exactly what I thought of him. Which obviously amused him greatly. He laughed.

Stop it!”

Okay. I promise not to compliment you again.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “No. I meant stop laughing at me!”

Ah, I see. Do you blush like that all the time? It’s adorable.”

No, only when I’m waiting to meet a man who thinks he can have sex with me just because he paid a lot of money and won some stupid raffle.” I almost spat the words at him, but as soon as I’d finished, I held my breath, scared I’d said too much. If he thought me rude, would he tell Mr. Acheron? Had I just made things much worse? But I’d promised myself that I would fight and that’s exactly what I would do!

Waiting for the man’s reaction was terrifying. His eyes sparkled, but I couldn’t tell if it was because he was amused or angry. He cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head to one side while he continued to look at me. He seemed to be thinking. Then he smiled, and the kindness in his eyes caught me completely off guard.

Come. Sit.”

I didn’t want to sit. I wanted to run fast and far away, but it clearly wasn’t a request, so I followed the man over to a wooden bench and sat next to him. Besides, he was actually being nice now. Maybe my confidence had worked after all!

He turned his body so that he was facing me.

Look at me, Clara.”

I didn’t want to, but I obeyed. I wasn’t sure how much I could get away with or what would happen if I didn’t do as I was told, but I figured I should probably save the disobedience for later when I was sure, he would want to try and do far more than just make me look at him.

So I turned to face him and had the sudden, irrational desire to touch his face. He really was very handsome. I even thought for just a tiny split second that I wished it could be him who was going to take me against my will, but I quickly and angrily banished that thought. I didn’t even know him! It didn’t matter that his voice was silky soft, and his dark blond hair was cut in my favorite style. Or that his perfectly tailored suit matched his hazy, pale brown eyes. I didn’t know him, and he didn’t know me, so I most definitely didn’t want to even kiss him, let alone have sex with him!

I suddenly felt warm, flustered, embarrassed, and even more angry than before.

Stop looking at me like that!” I shouted. “Where’s your boss or whoever you’re making me wait for? Is he too busy with another girl he won in a raffle, so you have to get me all ready for him to…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. I had started to imagine things I didn’t want to imagine.

He laughed again, and I dug my nails into the palms of hands. I hate being laughed at.

Would you like me to get you all ready for him to…?”

He grinned as he mocked me, and I bit down hard on my lip and refused to speak, too scared to give anything else away.

I won the raffle, Clara. I’m the man you’re meeting today.”

About Me

Charlotte Gatto is my pen name. I am very secretive about my real-life identity because what I write in my books, on social media, and for my website is extremely personal. I explore my sexuality, desires, fantasies, as well as mental health struggles and chaotic emotions. I reveal parts of me that I just wouldn’t want to show to everyone.

I’m not embarrassed or ashamed of liking the things I like or of being who I am; I just want to have a little control over who knows me that deeply. It’s one thing to tell a friend that I enjoy being tied up during sex, for example, but I don’t want to be in the supermarket wondering if the guy staring at me with a weird look on his face is utterly disgusted by my presence or turned on by his image of me handcuffed naked to his bed.

I hope that one day I’ll feel it’s okay to tell a few more people about my writing because I’m really proud of it. It’s frustrating not being able to say, “Hey, guess what, I published another book today!” Maybe when I’m older, and I care less about what people think of me!

Twitter: @CharlotteGatto