Showing posts with label pulp fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pulp fiction. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Review Tuesday: The Gueschtunkina Ray Gun by @SpencerDryden (#reviewtuesday #eroticromance #humor)



The Gueschtunkina Ray Gun by Spencer Dryden
Excessica, 2017

Can a mild-mannered PhD student save humanity from a terrible future of domination by sexually frustrated females?

Just the premise of Spencer Dryden’s newly released short story, The Gueschtunkina Ray Gun, makes me smile. The book itself had me laughing out loud.

Alex Bennet is a typical grad student—living in a cheap apartment, surviving on burgers and beer, slaving away for the professors who hold his fate in their hands. When a midget-sized visitor from the future materializes in his one-room efficiency, claiming that only Alex can prevent the disastrous collapse of human society, he’s inclined to be skeptical. However, one test of the Gueschtunkina Ray Gun provided by the time-traveler is enough to change his mind.

The gun has the power to engender overwhelming sexual arousal in any woman subjected to its rays. Alex is the beneficiary of this transformation, much to his delight. Still, while overcoming the resistance of an already-flirtatious waitress might be straightforward, what are Alex’s chances of seducing the most frigid, ball-busting woman on the planet—fellow academic Dr. Lilith Bendershoot? Yet that’s his assignment. Lilith holds the keys to the decline of the human race. If Alex doesn’t soften her up, the male of the species is doomed to shriveled impotency and the female to millennia of sterile authority.

This story is darned near perfect. It’s clever and original, while demonstrating Spencer Dryden’s signature adoration of everything womanly. When I’d finished, I wished there were more; yet making the tale any longer would have spoiled it.

The Gueschtunkina Ray Gun is a warm-hearted, sexy comic gem. Highly recommended!


Saturday, June 23, 2012

A Visit to Lido Key

By Tim Smith (Guest Blogger)


I’m pleased to announce the release of my new romantic mystery, Lido Key, from eXtasy Books. This is the second in the Vic Fallon series I started a year ago with The Bundle, but it isn’t a sequel or follow-up. This is a stand alone entry in the series, and it evokes the pulp fiction style of Chandler, Spillane and Westlake. All of the elements are here – tough romantic hero, sexy heroine who’s hard as brass on the outside but soft in the middle, vivid atmosphere, a supporting cast of shady characters and liberal doses of hot sex.

Vic Fallon has worked on some strange cases since he left the police force to become a Private Investigator, but when a former lover asks him to look into a bizarre blackmail demand, it’s one for his memoirs. Vic hasn’t spoken to Ariel Weston since his last trip to Siesta Key, Florida three years earlier. The end of their affair wasn’t amicable, and Vic swore that the next time he saw Ariel he’d drown her with the nearest Pina Colada. When Ariel gets caught up in a potentially embarrassing sex scandal, she appeals to him for help. Vic reluctantly agrees but finds himself in a real quandary when he realizes they still have feelings for each other.

The case pulls Vic out of his northern Ohio comfort zone to the Sunshine State, where he crosses paths with a corrupt local cop, a famous writer with a taste for booze and women, and a sleazy strip club owner who knows more than he’s letting on. Throw in one very cute Latina who develops a crush on him, and the puzzle gets more complex. Can Vic solve Ariel’s problem before the blackmailer ruins her life? Will Ariel succeed in convincing Vic to give their failed relationship another chance?

To prepare for this I watched a lot of film noir crime capers from the forties and fifties. Quirky characters, moody atmosphere and witty dialogue laden with double entendres are part of the charm and I wanted to recreate that in a modern setting. Here’s an example, where Vic has a flashback of meeting Ariel for the first time:

Their initial meeting had happened on his first night in town, at a place called The Daiquiri Deck in Siesta Key Village. Vic hadn’t been actively looking for a hook-up when he went there after a day of beachcombing, but when he locked eyes with Ariel Weston from across the bar there was no escape. 


* * * *

Vic moved to the stool next to hers, drawn in like a marlin hooked by a determined fisherman. “Excuse me, Miss, but I’m new in town. Could you please direct me to your house?”

She began with a chuckle that escalated into full-blown laughter, then she playfully smacked Vic’s forearm. “That’s so lame, it’s cute!”

“Thank you.”

Her eyes scanned him up and down. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, have I?” she asked in a low, smoky voice.

“No. Do I need a reservation to sit here?”

She laughed again. “A smart-ass. I like that quality in a man. Where are you from, smart-ass?”

“A whole other world. Would you like me to provide references before we go any further?”

She placed her hand on his on top of the bar and drilled his eyes with hers. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary, but since we’re going to be friends I think I should call you something more formal than smart-ass.”

“Are we going to be friends?”

“Unless you think you already have enough of them.”

“You can never have enough friends. Why don’t you call me Blake?”

“Is that your real name?”

“No, my real name is Vic. I just use Blake to fool people. What should I call you besides totally hot?”

“I like that, but let’s go with Ariel.”

“Pretty name.”

“Thank you. I’m rather attached to it.” She massaged his hand. “I should tell you something, Vic. I’m married to a rich older man, we don’t have any kids and we’ve always had separate bedrooms. He doesn’t really notice if I’m not home, since he’s only there long enough to change clothes before he meets his latest girlfriend. He doesn’t ask me any questions and I don’t grill him about where he drops his pants. Does that bother you?”

“One man’s ignorance is another man’s bliss.”

“Ooh, a clever smart-ass. That’s another quality I like.”

“And we’re just getting started.”

* * * * 

Naturally, since this is an erotic romance there has to be some steamy sex:


* * * *

Ariel cupped his face and kissed him, probing his mouth with her tongue. Vic inhaled her scent, which triggered memories of their previous encounters. He devoured her mouth and ran his palm along her smooth back. Ariel pressed closer and moved her hips against his.

She stood back, reached around to unfasten her top and shrugged it off, then wiggled out of her bikini bottom. “You don’t want to go for a swim fully dressed, do you?”

Vic quickly stripped off his clothes. He gazed lustily at Ariel’s still perfect body. Her 36C breasts were firm, her stomach was flat and there were no tan lines gracing her trim physique. The bikini wax she’d gotten earlier left her pubic patch in the shape of a heart, and trimmed close. Ariel placed her palms on her chest and slowly moved them down her body, pausing to squeeze her nipples. She continued until one hand rested on her stomach and two fingers of her other hand snaked in between her legs. She ran her middle finger along her slit while closing her eyes and purring softly.

“You still remember your moves, don’t you?” Vic asked.

“Mm-hmm. I know this always made you hot. Does it still make you hot?”

“Oh, yeah.”

She moved closer, dropped to her knees then took his cock into her mouth. She stroked him with her hand while her skilled, seductive lips worked over him. Vic closed his eyes and enjoyed what she was doing to him. Ariel’s mouth moved further along his hard cock, taking more of him until his swollen head rested at the top of her throat. She snaked her other hand in between his legs and lightly tickled his balls, which had tightened in anticipation. When she felt Vic begin to swell in her mouth she stopped sucking and stood.

“Not so fast,” she whispered.

She took his hand and led him down the steps into the pool. They stood in the shallow end and embraced. Vic kissed her while his hard-on poked her midsection. Ariel’s hands went to his shoulders, rubbing his flesh while she moved her hips against him again. Vic was getting more into her heat as a dozen lusty scenarios crowded his mind.

Ariel took a step back, grabbed his hand then led him further into the warm water. When they were several feet in she began a leisurely backstroke to the other end, then rested against the deck. Vic swam to meet her and held on to the tile. Ariel kissed him again while lightly fondling him under the water.

Vic pulled his face back and placed his free hand on her neck. “Ever kill anyone?”

“No. Why?”

“Because you’re teasing me to death.”

Ariel chuckled. “I like to make you wait for it, tease you until you can’t take it anymore, until you just have to have me.”

“I’m already there.”

* * * *

If you’re in the mood for a blast from the past with a contemporary twist, pour yourself a glass of Scotch, prop your feet on the desk, tip back your fedora and enjoy Lido Key.

It’s the stuff dreams are made of.

Bio:

Tim Smith is an award-winning, bestselling author whose books range from romantic mystery/thriller to contemporary erotic romance. He is also a freelance photographer. When he isn’t pursuing those two passions he can often be found in The Florida Keys, doing research in between parasailing and seeking out the perfect Mojito. His website is http://www.timsmithauthor.com.


Saturday, March 5, 2011

Writing Period. Period...

By Teel James Glenn (Guest Blogger)

When I started writing my Dr. Shadows series of stories I didn’t want to. That is to say, I wanted to write an adventure hero, for sure and loved the pulp characters and story lines of the books from the thirties, but had always resisted the urge to write period stories.

Why?

Research! It scared the heck out of me.

I’m one of those guys who yells at the History Channel if they get something wrong- no matter how small. “That sword didn’t exist for a hundred years”, “The Huns used small horses,” etc…

And when I read most modern takes on period stories I found far too many ‘winks’ or incorrect attitudes expressed by the lead characters. Or, in some ways more annoying, a shallow misunderstanding of the ‘world’ of the time.

When I did write my first Dr. Shadows adventure then, it was with an apprehension that some other reader like me would be pointing out ‘the wrongs.’ Yet, Anton Chadeaux (Dr. Shadows) was calling to me to document his adventures so I felt compelled to take the plunge.

I made the promise to myself that I would try to write a book that could have been on the newsstands in the time period it was set; a ‘lost’ pulp, if you will.

Now, understand writing period stuff, even if it is a non-fiction book is really an exercise in fantasy because you are really are building the world from the ‘ground up’- controlling everything the reader sees and hears and, hopefully feels. With a pure fantasy world, however, no one yells if you include a historical character that could not have been there or a brand of cars that hadn’t been built yet!

So I girded my loins by reading a number of period books first to get a sense of attitudes and language. But if you read stories from another time period the first thing you notice is that they generally take a lot of the culture and look for granted. Suits are not generally well described, many furnishing are just casually referred to and little details are ‘assumed’ i.e. things like hats—when and where to wear them.

Thus combined with my readings of fiction from the time I had to read non-fiction on the fashions, cars, music and food of the period. And of course, the political and cultural events of the time.

A lot of research, eh? Well, I still wasn’t done. I was lucky and cursed at the same time that the time period I was writing about (I chose the late 1930s because so much of the world was changing and exciting then) was a very well documented era. This allowed me to locate movies and still photos from the time, listen to records and read song lyrics. I had to be able to visualize the world for myself as if it were ‘my’ contemporary world.

Once I could imagine what the world looked like I did my best to ‘get inside’ it—what were the common misconceptions of the time? The popular myths? The pet peeves of the people? This was faced with the ‘internal’ part of the world- the attitudes and fears that the characters might have.

Then I was ready to begin thinking about the story. One of the side effects of doing this much research is that I often find fascinating ‘lost’ pieces of history or nifty side trips of reality that I can use. I often weave these facts into my tales and, sometimes even whole new stories that I have to write.

I’ve been lucky in not having to make major alterations to plot lines though I’ve introduced subplots to take advantage of newly uncovered facts that have added zing to the tales.

There are times, of course where I can’t verify what shops were on a certain street, or what kind of car would be in a particular place, so one has to-gasp- fake it!

Breath, breath—it's not that bad. Not real cheating. Those are the moments in the story when you focus elsewhere-internally on the characters or on some other detail. Magicians call it misdirection—making he audience look where you want them to look.

Language is another issue; words and their meanings change over time and certain phrases sound-even if they are not-too contemporary. The slang of a period says a lot about it and helps transport the reader.

“Drop a dime” on someone is the old term for making a phone call to snitch on someone—but in the 1930s it was “drop a nickel”—the cost didn’t double until the 1950s. A little fact like that helps to pull the reader back in time. So always check the slang you use.

The danger, of course, is to get so into it that you lose the modern reader—the story has to flow. It is a delicate balancing act between explaining the world and ‘living’ in it. There are dark spots in any world, tough and some of them are the denigrating aspects of culture: the curse words.

Even something as seemingly eternal as ethnic slurs have to be examined. The term W.O.P. for Italians was actually meant “Without Papers,” and referred to illegal immigrants after WWII and so could not be used prior to that. The same is true for “Spade’ as an insult for African Americans- it was actually a job description in WWII for the members of graves registry units who more often than not were black!! When you needed graves dug you called ‘for a spade’ team to do it. And that eventually got shortened and became race specific! So, again, as an insult it could not be used before 1944/5.

Conversely, some insults that were perfectly acceptable to be used as ‘normal’ references to races, i.e. N****r for black and C***k for Chinese that might have shown up in period pulp magazines I find too vile to use even to preserve a sense of period. Here I made some compromises but with some period justification in the attitudes and policies of Street and Smith publications. It was one of the premier ‘houses’ who published Doc Savage and the Shadow among other books and evidenced a tolerance and open-mindedness in the pages of their magazines that I found easy to adopt.

In the end I have four series set in the late 1930s- the Skullmask,a horror/fantasy, the good Dr. Shadows, Deadline Zombies-a husband wife investigative team and Sovereign Wolf, a native American Marshal. All of them were written with the hope that if I could go back in time they could be slipped onto a newsstand and ‘blend ‘ right in with the other pulp characters, albeit with a moderately ‘enlightened’ world view. The advantage of all them set in the same world/time frame is that I’m able to cross series and combine research though each series has a very different tone.

Did I always get it right? Well, one of my Dr. Shadows stories had a casual reference to a movie series of characters that were based on a book that was not published for five years! One reader caught it and boy was my face red. But I try—that’s all an author can ever do!

Shadows of New York

In the 1930s, the world stands at the brink of war, Japan is intent on its conquest of China, and criminal masterminds are using the confusion to carve out their own empires. Into this world strides Dr. Shadows.

When his plane was shot down over Korea by the Japanese, Dr. Shadows was nearly killed, being rescued by Korean monks who nursed him back to health with an herbal treatment that turned his skin an ashen gray, but that also gives him a speed and agility unmatched by others. After years of healing and martial arts training, Dr. Shadows is back in New York where he's established the Shadows Foundation for Justice. Through this organization (and with the help of sidekicks Slugger Harris and monk and martial artist Dr. Hoon and perky Lee Han Ku (Hank)) he'll attempt to right wrongs, solve crimes, and defeat crimelords whose greed is spurring the world toward war.

Dr. Shadows’ New York is not the glamorous stage for theater and the super-rich, but bars, Chinatown, and secret societies.

Fans of pulp fiction will chuckle over the name-dropping of mostly-forgotten characters, and the careful reconstruction of an era that is now in the past and perhaps never fully existed.

Shadows of New York is available at : http://www.booksforabuck.com/sfpages/sf_11/shadows-of-new-york.html

Bio: I was born in Brooklyn though I’ve traveled the world for thirty years as a stuntman, fight choreographer, swordmaster, jouster, book illustrator, storyteller, bodyguard, and actor. I even studied sword under Errol Flynn’s last stunt double. I’ve choreographed realistic violence for every Shakespeare play at least once and literally hundreds of different productions. And as a performer of I’ve done 52 Renaissance Faires, been in many genre films and TV series, most famously as Vega in the web series “Street Fighter: the later years.”

All of this life experience informs my writing; I have 30 books in print and have sold short works to magazines like Mad, Blazing Adventures, Black Belt, Classic Pulp Fiction, Fantasy Tales, AfterburnSF, Fantasy World Geographic and others.