Monday, October 21, 2013

New covers, new talks, new books, oh my!

Hello lovelies!

I hope you are well. I am crazy busy and not finding all the time I wish I could for writing and writing related activities these days. Gosh darn real life and day jobs and all that.

But I do manage to sneak a few things in. So I have LOTS to tell you! 

Even though I've already mentioned it, I have to give a shout out again to the Shameless antho. I've blogged previously about how refreshing the call for this collection was, the idea of recovering from sexual shame. It's compelling and sex-positive and what I want erotica to be and do. But now that I've got the entire thing on my ereader I can brag about the quality of the work as well. My friends, these are good reads. They are hidden gems. They are thought-provoking and thrilling and hot and really, really wonderfully written. I encourage you to have a peek. I would love to know your thoughts!

And while you're on Amazon, have a little look at this. True, it's not
going to be out for a while yet but I just had to mention it anyway. I've always wanted to publish with Cleis Press! And for those of you who came to the first Sex In Words you'll recognize my contribution to this antho as none other than my short story "Spinning." I hope you'll agree that it's a fun little romp! 

Speaking of "Spinning," if you missed it the first time around and want to hear, I'll be reading it and talking about smut at Stirling Library this Thursday for Girls' Night In. And we'll be making fabric buttons. Yep, you heard that right. 'Cause really, what goes better with smut but crafting??  See all the deets in this month's library newsletter. Remember you have to book!

Last but certainly not least.... my trilogy books have new covers!!! Omg, I'm SO excited and thrilled and over the moon with the results! Check it out on the newly created FB page here. I hope you'll give them a Like!

Well friends, I hope to be back very soon with details on the next Sex In Words and an excerpt from Shadows Deep, Book Three in the Draper Estates Trilogy. 

Oh and if you are curious to know more about little ol' me, including a couple of cheeky little photos, you'll want to pick up the Spring Issue of Adelaide Hills Magazine. Lainie Anderson and I get up close and personal! 



Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Coming soon...

Hello friends!

Oh there's more sexy fun in store! After the success of the last Sex In Words erotica reading night at Dymocks Adelaide I was eager to plan the next one. This month's evening will push the boundaries even further... and I hope you'll be along for the ride. Read all the details about it here. Take note, this is not for the young, faint of heart or easily offended! There will be graphic kink content. You've been forewarned. But really, if you're here, that's what you're looking for, right? So get busy RSVPing!

In other news, Book Three of my historical erotica, The Draper Estates Trilogy, is set to come out next month. I will do a reveal of the title and cover closer to the release date. But in the meantime I thought I'd tease you with a naughty little excerpt. I know, that sounds exactly like something I'd do, doesn't it? 

May cause eye rolling
Before I get to that though, I want to confide something. The conclusion of this look into 1860s Boston, a time when hysteria and nymphomania were still valid diagnoses that needed to be treated by doctors, was a bit of a departure for me. I definitely delved into the more romantic side of erotica. My hardened kink side can sometimes roll her eyes at those softer feelings. But this time even kinky li'l me developed a soft spot for a certain character. So if you're a romance buff as well as someone who likes some smut, this book is for you! 

That's not what this excerpt is about, though. The bit is all filth and depravity, proof that sometimes it is just so much fun to write the baddies! And that's what Dr Phillip Samms is...

           Attending to Ms. Rodham’s girls with his vibratory massage chair was allowing Phillip a modest income, but nothing like he dreamed of. It was a steady income at least, if not a grand one. News spread quickly through the brothel that the doctor had an invention that could sate a woman where most of their clients neither knew nor cared that such a thing was possible.

Initially it had been mildly amusing for Phillip to administer the therapy. Eventually though, it became rather tedious. After seeing one strumpet complete in his chair he’d seen them all. And none was as exciting as Lillianne had been. The only excitement left in it for him was when Josie Rodham brought one of her new girls by.
            He shifted himself in his trousers as he thought of the last one.
            ‘Phillip,’ Josie had said low, with a sultry smile. ‘This is Polly. Polly, say hello to the good doctor.’ Phillip had noticed with mild distaste how she sneered out those last two words.
            ‘Hello,’ Polly whispered. She was a tall girl, slightly stooped, with sandy blonde hair and rather a plain face. But she had a demeanour Phillip liked, shy and reluctant.
            ‘Get down on your knees now,’ Josie said in the same way someone else might ask her to fetch a cup of coffee. ‘Give the doctor a proper hello, there’s a good girl.’
            ‘The doctor has been very kind in accommodating us on short notice,’ Josie said. ‘You will show him your appreciation by sucking his cock.’
            ‘But I… I don’t even…’
            Phillip’s staff grew harder in his breeches. Often one of Josie’s new recruits would be shocked into simply following orders. But Phillip enjoyed it more when the girl would protest.
            ‘You’re refusing then?’ Josie said, nodding to Phillip. He took the girl by the wrists and led her to his refashioned chair, which he saw her notice for the first time. Josie lifted the girl’s skirts while Phillip forced her to sit, fastening her wrists and ankles to the bindings he’d installed on the chair. While Josie continued to hold up Polly’s skirts, Phillip slid the massage post forward until it rested snugly against the girl’s undergarments and consequently her vulnerable and sensitive flesh beneath. Polly protested some more but both Phillip and Josie simply smiled at each other knowing how the protests to stop would soon turn to pleading for more.
            As Phillip clicked on the vibrations to the first setting, sure enough Polly let out a startled little gasp and fell silent. Josie rubbed Phillip’s quickly stiffening rod through his trousers as they watched the girl begin to squirm, leisurely biting his ear. ‘God, I love it when they protest, don’t you?’ she whispered into Phillip’s ear, echoing his thoughts. She reached over at this point and clicked the vibrations one notch higher. Polly gave a little squeak and then let out a low sigh. Now Josie stepped in front of him, shoved her hand down the front of his trousers, grasping his dick in her hand as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. ‘Just the thought of how she’ll beg is making me so wet,’ she sighed, lewdly gyrating her hips into his. Letting go of Phillip’s turgid flesh she turned back to the machine and set it even higher, causing Polly to moan out and squirm harder against the vibrations. Reaching behind her Josie caught Phillip’s hand and slid it between her thighs. Under her skirts Phillip reached into her drawers and, true to her word, they were drenched in her arousal. He found her hard bud and diddled it with one finger. ‘Ah!’ Josie cried out at the same time Polly did. But Josie slammed her hand down on the machine’s switches, causing the vibrations to cease.
            ‘No!’ Polly cried.
            ‘Aw, were you enjoying that?’ sneered Josie. Quickly she yanked down her drawers and tackled the fly of Phillip’s trousers, freeing his completely hard cock before pushing him onto the table beside the massage chair. Papers scattered and fluttered to the floor as Josie climbed on the table herself and, straddling Phillip, undid the buttons of his shirt, reaching in and harshly tweaking his nipples between the long nails of her fingers. Phillip jumped at the sharp pain mixed with pleasure and Josie chuckled. ‘That’s too bad,’ she said, still talking to Polly but looking at Phillip. ‘Since you refused to pleasure the doctor, why should he allow you pleasure in his chair?’ Phillip’s desk that the two occupied was close enough to the massage chair that Josie could still reach the controls. She clicked the lowest setting on again and Polly moaned low.
            ‘No,’ Josie sighed, stroking Phillip’s rigid member beneath her and making him moan. ‘Instead you can watch us fuck,’ she said, taking obvious delight in enunciating the last word, her eyes lighting up in evil anticipation. ‘You will learn your trade and watch how I use my body to give pleasure to a man.’ Again, she upped the intensity of the chair’s vibrations. ‘And you, for your completely unacceptable disobedience, can sit in that chair. And suffer.’ Polly, slowly realizing her predicament, squirmed and whimpered. The way the buzzing was working through her, causing the previously shy girl to gyrate and moan, made Phillip’s rod pulse with arousal in Josie’s hand.
            ‘Then perhaps you’ll learn to do as I say without question and understand the reason I have you in my employ,’ Josie continued to explain, her voice betraying only the slightest tremor to indicate just how much she was enjoying this lesson. As the vibrating chair continued to move the girl to obviously more increased arousal, Josie lifted herself and slammed her slick, molten quim onto Phillip’s pole. Phillip let out a howl of pleasure, grasping at the madam’s writhing body and struggling to get hold of his own spike of arousal. Josie purred in bliss as she slinked her body up and down, a cat at a scratching post satisfying a carnal itch. Continuing to toy with the controls, she worked Polly up to a fevered pitch.
            ‘Oh, oh, please, Ms Rodham, please don’t switch it off again!’ Polly cried. ‘I’m right … I feel… so close, I just…’ Her pleading was cut off by her own cry of frustrated torment as Josie flipped the vibrations off once more. ‘Please, Dr Samms, Ms Rodham, I’m sorry, I’ll do what you ask! Give me another chance. Just please, no more, I can’t take any more!’
            Phillip felt Josie’s sex tighten and pulse around his stiffened flesh as the girl begged. He forced himself to breathe slowly, knowing his place in this scenario meant that he had to show as much control as he could muster.
            ‘Oh, you’re only beginning to learn what you can take,’ Josie rasped out. ‘This lesson is just getting started.’ She switched the chair back on and Polly began to gyrate again. ‘These mid-level tremors hold that release just out of reach, don’t they?’ Josie said. Polly only whimpered. ‘And oh, it feels so good to come. Do you know that, you slutty little girl? Do you touch yourself, in the dark, at night, under the bedclothes? Do you stroke your little kitty, wiggle around under your hand, until you bring yourself off? Let me assure you, coming in this chair is a thousand times more powerful than anything you could do to yourself. It feels so good,’ Josie purred, picking up speed as she continued to impale herself on Phillip’s shaft. ‘You can imagine it, can’t you?’
            Polly groaned. ‘Please, Ms Rodham, please!’ she mumbled deliriously, bound hands straining, her body moving, no doubt her sex seeking out as much of the vibrations as it could. ‘Ah, NO!’ she cried, as Josie set the tremors back to low.
            ‘Yes, coming in the doctor’s massage chair is so deliciously gratifying,’ Josie said, obviously delighting in Polly’s cries as Phillip could feel her tighten even further around him. He gritted his teeth and dug his fingers into the arms of the chair in his effort not to spill his boiling seed. ‘Almost as gratifying as coming on a cock,’ Josie panted, riding him now for all she was worth. ‘Which, you worthless little whore, you will watch … me do… right… now!’

Friday, August 2, 2013

Launch deets and Shameless antho

Hello lovelies!

I hope you're well in whatever corner of the world you're reading this blog post from. For me Down Under, it's still all blustery and rainy and I have become a true Aussie, complaining about the cold when there is not a snowflake in sight!

For those of you who don't already know (if you're not into the Facebook and Twitter thing) I am happy to say the book launch for Made For Hire was a success! Hosting the evening with panache and finesse was my new friend, Ms Victoria Purman (another author you should check out - her new romance Nobody But Him hits shelves in less than two months). Not only did I read from my short story, Sweet. Sweeter., but I also managed to secure the amazing talent of Mr Vince Fusco from The Beautiful Strangers to read from Esmeralda Greene's Gardening Days. There were nibbles and drinks and smut! What could be better? A good time was had by all and the lucky Ms Khloe Wren won the raffle for a free copy of Made For Hire! (Khloe is a lovely smutty author in her own right - you should check her out too!)

And then, what fun, Dymocks Adelaide are now stocking the Sweetmeats Press library. And they've even given me a little shout out in their display! Have a look:

With all the excitement over the launch and such, I haven't even mentioned that I have a
brand new short story coming out this month with a new (to me) publisher, Go Deeper Press. My friends, I was compelled to submit ... not in the BDSM way ... to this anthology! Amidst all the usual calls for sexy mommy porn starring bisexual cowboy vampires (okay, I just made that up, but sometimes they all start to sound like some version of that!), here was a publisher asking for stories that "show the world that recovery from sexual shame is both positive and hot." How refreshing! Anyone who has read For Her Pleasure knows I have an interest in this topic. 

This time I approached things from a female POV. The result is a story entitled Wet. Want a little peak? Okay, here is a snippet:

There were things Beth would always remember about that first time with Jeff.
               The blue of the ocean out of the honeymoon suite window glimpsed from the bed over her new husband’s shoulder. The faint smell of bleach the Caribbean cleaning staff used before each new guest. A few small cracks in the plaster ceiling.
               The intensity with which her normally jovial and easy going boyfriend of ten months and spouse of twelve hours said, ‘Okay, let’s do this.’
               The other things, honestly, she didn’t try to recall. But they played like a damning loop in her head. A recording she switched on every morning after that first time, one she would painstakingly add to with only the most searing words from each subsequent and progressively awkward coupling. In the end she would have a highlight reel of the worst moments, a ‘greatest hits’ from those years of shame, a humiliation compilation.
               She didn’t play it willingly, exactly. But out of a masochistic need to remind herself each day:
               This is who you are.
               A woman whose husband finds her repulsive.

I know, so short, and it sounds really sad, right? The thing is, there is really no other part I could sample that would make any sense without the back story. But trust me, it goes somewhere hot. Oh, there is naughty fun, my friends, don't you worry. I wouldn't lead you astray! So stay tuned for details on where and when you can download the upcoming Shameless antho.



Thursday, July 4, 2013

An Excerpt from "Sweet. Sweeter."

Friends, you know what I've been thinking about? Well, other than that. *blush* I've been thinking it's been a LOOONG time since I've posted a new excerpt up here! And since I'm gearing up for my very first book launch for the Made For Hire anthology at the end of this month, I thought it was high time I put up an excerpt from my contribution, Sweet. Sweeter
So this is a story about Laura. Laura has her own bookkeeping business, a hot older boyfriend named Jack, his beautiful, new pool to lounge around this summer and even a young pool boy, Mason, to look after all the maintenance. So what's the problem? Well, these days it seems Jack is being a bit neglectful. In this scene Laura succumbs to taking care of business on her own. But it seems she is not quite as alone as she thought. And she's left wondering if maybe pool maintenance is not the only maintenance Mason is good for.

I dash into the family room and fish my special little helper out of my purse. Its smooth egg shape and shiny contours calm me, knowing that blissful satisfaction is near. I don’t lie on my back. I need to be fast and the fastest way is when I can hump down on it in my hand while lying on my front. Quickly I slip it inside my bikini bottoms and settle it between my labia, just over my clit. Even the cool hardness of it feels intensely good and when I ease myself down to lie flat on the sofa with my face buried in a pillow, I click the button on the attached remote and the vibrations purr into action. My hungry body convulses and I stifle a cry.
Oh yes. Oh yes. This is what I need. I won’t be long now. I feel my body winding tighter with glorious sensations and my release is imminent. Oh fuck, yes. I shove two fingers in me too, because I just can’t help it, rock the vibrating egg against me with my palm and come hard, my sex clenching my fingers, my hips thrusting into my arm, into the sofa as I hump, not caring about anything now but ringing every last bit of satisfaction out of this sweet release.
Sated I stand up quickly. I have to clean up fast before Jack walks in the front door. But when I do I immediately see Mason outside, turning away from the sliding glass doors of the family room to the pool deck.
Oh fuck. Oh holy fuck. Mason? What did he see?
‘Laur?’ I hear the door, Jack coming in the front. I stash my vibrator back into my purse, wipe my juices on my thigh, adjust my bikini and smooth back my hair.
‘I’m here,’ I call out, clearing my throat as I hear the shakiness rise in it.
We both walk into the kitchen from opposite ends of the house.
‘You okay?’ he says. ‘You look flushed.’ He looks out the window. ‘Oh, Mason’s here.’ Then back at me, eyes narrowing. ‘Did something happen?’
‘What?’ I say. Did it? ‘No, I – I didn’t even realize he was here.’ Obviously, or you wouldn’t have been going for it on the sofa. ‘He must have just gotten here.’ Just in time to watch you acting like a bitch in heat.
My brain will not shut up from its ranting in my head. Did he see? How long was he there?

It’s only when I’m lying in my own bed back in my own apartment that night that I truly begin to calm down. The rest of the time at Jack’s before he left for racket ball was an uncomfortable nightmare. I kept catching glimpses of Mason out of the office window, as I was trying vainly to quickly finish up Jack’s accounts, or out of the kitchen window, when I’d pad in there to grab a cold drink. Each time I managed a glimpse of him he was staring intently at the pool, apparently focused on his work.
            Maybe he didn’t see.
            But deep down I know he did.
            Was he shocked? Disgusted?
            Certainly a guy his age, with all of today’s access to porn and live web cams, would have seen much more attractive women masturbating in ways that were sexy, alluring, enticing. But what I did. Desperately humping a toy on the sofa. God. So embarrassing! I think I never want to go back to Jack’s again, as long as he’s going to be there.
            Except there’s just one thing that makes me sure in my head that I will go back, will go the very next day, in fact, in the hopes that he might be there again. There’s one thing that makes me do it again, masturbate again, this time leisurely, slowly, deliciously slowly with all the time and privacy my own bed allows.
That is the memory of his eyes, just as he was turning away from the sliding glass doors. Our eyes met. For a split second we were staring at each other. I stroke myself, run my fingers up and down and all around my clit over and over, tease myself, shove my fingers in my sopping hole and back up to my clit again thinking about what I saw in the depths of that stare, in that solitary moment.
Not disgust. Not embarrassment. No.
And not lust in a knowing way, like in the way Jack used to look at me when the mood would strike him and he’d bind me up in his bed and then stand back to admire his handiwork.
Can lust and innocence reside in the same place?
Oh yes, they can. Powerfully so, I suddenly realize. I saw it in that fleeting moment reflected in his eyes. All the carnal things he wanted to know but didn’t yet.
Oh god. I rub my clit hard, harder, finally thinking the thought that has lingered around the edges of my consciousness since I saw his face through the glass that afternoon.
I want to teach him.
I thrust two fingers inside myself and come hard on my hand, harder than I did that afternoon as I gasp out under my sheets, all twisted around me from my writhing.
Shit. What the hell am I thinking?

That's it for now! Want more? Come out to the SA Writers Centre and actually hear more on July 26th at 7 p.m. Yep, I'm going to read another excerpt aloud. I am! And I'm not going to be embarrassed or nervous at all... Nope, not me... *looks around nervously*