Sunday, October 15, 2017

Friday, October 6, 2017

Blood in the Rain 3 goes up for preorder!

Blood in the Rain 3 will include my lesbian vampire erotica tale, "She Who Waits." It will be out on October 20th, but is up for preorder now. It's a pansexual antho so expect lots of different takes on vampires!

Check out the whole series from Cwtch Press, while you're at it:

Monday, August 28, 2017

3 Things I've Learned from Writing Erotica

I started writing erotic short fiction way back in 1997, when the writing and publishing landscape looked very different. Those short stories were amongst the first fiction I ever wrote. I came to fiction when I was 33, a miserable law student in need of an outlet. Within 3 months of starting to write, I'd quit law school to make time to write even more. I wrote a lot, all of it short fiction of various lengths as well as the occasional article for local newspapers and websites. I wrote in several genres including erotica, fantasy, romance and some mixed genre stuff. But erotica was the primary genre that I published in for my first decade of being a published author and it was the first one where editors consistently asked me to write stories for their projects.

In recent years, I've moved more into horror, dark fantasy and gaming tie-ins under my other name, but still write erotica and erotic romance as Emily. Moving into the realm of gaming tie-ins is what really helped me understand what I learned in all those years of turning out erotic short fiction on tight deadlines to pretty specific guidelines. I was once asked to write a 20k word novella in 10 weeks that had to be vanilla erotica, heterosexual and have a Happy for Now ending, as well as being set in a workplace, as one example. Another was needing to come up with a story that used yaoi as a jumping off and matched yaoi formulas and conventions as closely as possible in an erotica story using a fantastical setting. This tale also had to be 20k words long, but this time, I only had 8 weeks to write it, including research time.

Gaming tie-in writing is something new to me so each project requires some research on my part as well as a clearing of the proverbial decks of other projects to make room for producing something that meets the editor's requirements within the given timeframe. It's challenging and fun to try and match a new audience's expectations in much the same way I've always tried to do with my erotica.

Here are the 3 main things that I learned from erotica that are proving very useful now in this brave new world.

  • Writing to deadline. Gaming deadlines are tight and ideas need to go through pitch sessions. I am by nature a pantser so having to come up with three different stories outlines that are within basic guidelines (with titles!) is a challenge. Then I have to accept that 2 or even 3 of them may be tossed out; for a writer who works hard to get nearly every word she writes published, this is a bit of an emotional hurdle. But there's no time to be a diva or to rest on past laurels: I have to focus on getting done on time if I want my work to appear in a given book or project.
  • Working with fairly rigid guidelines. Gaming has rules and world building and story structure. The audience for tie-ins expects stories that are set in the right world and adhere to the game timeframe and rules. It's like writing for a certain subgenre of erotica, say BDSM erotica with queer female protagonists or vanilla romantic erotica with heterosexual characters: the audience has expectations and you have to meet them or risk throwing them out of your story, perhaps never to return. Just as I sometimes have to do research for my erotica, I've had to do research for my gaming tie-ins to make sure I understand what the rules are.
  • Writing impactful short fiction. After the tie-in pitches are reviewed, and one is accepted (hopefully!), the next step is writing a first draft and...turning it in for editorial approval. This has been a big challenge for me; generally speaking, no one sees my early drafts. I play with them for awhile, write and rewrite, revise, etc. until I think they're ready. Now, I have to produce the same kind of impact writing in a first draft as on a final one so that the editors can see where I'm going with the story and determine whether or not I'm on the right track. One of the main differences is, of course, that I'm playing in someone else's world instead of my own, which is both very freeing and kind of tricky until you get used to it. But both kinds of fiction should ideally inspire play!
None of these things would be comparatively easy for me if I hadn't written erotica first. Erotic short fiction is hot and arousing (impact), may need to conform to strict guidelines and must often be written to publishing deadlines. It's been a great point from which to explore doing something new and to embrace a new kind of fictional challenge. And I look forward to continuing to write both kinds of fiction.

My first gaming tie-in story: "Incarnadine Seas" (written as Catherine Lundoff) appeared in The Cainite Conspiracies: A Vampire the Masquerade V20 Anthology edited by Monica Valentinelli. I've got something else forthcoming in another World of Darkness anthology and some possibilities in the pipeline; more news as I have it.

Some of my erotic short fiction is collected here, in Knife's Edge. More on the way soon!

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

And another new acceptance!

My vampire erotica story, "She Who Waits," will be reprinted in Cwtch Press' latest smoking hot vampire erotica anthology, BLOOD IN THE RAIN 3.

So pleased! I'm also working on my next single author collection so more news coming soon!

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

New story acceptance!

Excited to announce that my tale of injudicious passion, "Phone, Sex, Chocolate,"  will be reprinted in Rachel Kramer Bussel's forthcoming anthology, CANDY LOVERS: SUGAR EROTICA! More updates about cover art and release date when I have it.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

#CharitySunday - Excerpt for Scarleteen

I'm participating in Lisabet Sarai's #CharitySunday. Want to play along? Leave a comment on this post between now and next Sunday (7/16), and I'll make a donation to Scarleteen at the end of the week. And if you buy my collection Knife's Edge, on sale at Smashwords this week, I'll kick in extra. I'd love to be able to donate $50, so please help me get there!

What is Scarleteen? Only the best sex education site on the web for teens, young folks and the rest of us. Learn about consent, birth control, gender, sexual health and other incredibly useful and helpful topics. I highly recommend it!

Excerpt from "Cowgirls and Science" (Knife’s Edge; Kinky Lesbian Erotica, Queen of Swords Press):

“C’mon,” Patty volunteered. “You might as well check out Grandmaster Flash.” My eyes must’ve bulged at the corners because they both laughed. Flash had his own fan club, horse struck gals like me who thought he was the prettiest thing on four feet. He’d earned the “Grandmaster,” too, winning just about every time those dainty hooves touched an arena.
“Patty’s Flash’s trainer, you know.” Hank said in a way that suggested it was no big deal, all the while making it clear that it was.
“Really?” I squealed, done with playing it cool. Flash was one of the horses I’d been hoping to see do his thing today. Not that his rider was any slouch, just a bit too straight for even my idol worship.
“Got a crush on the rider too or just the horse?” Hank grinned, elbowing Patty.
“Just the horse. And it’s not a crush.” I growled.
Patty gave me a wry smile that twisted the scar on her chin as she steered me around the corner. “Good thing. Beatríz only likes guys so you’d be outta luck there. Well, here we are. Flash, Molly. Molly, Flash. Give my baby a carrot.” She dropped a couple of small carrots in my now outstretched palm.
Flash was just as gorgeous up close as he was far away, all pure gold hide and silver-white mane and tail. He ate the carrots out of my hand with velvety lips and I rubbed his nose in cautious adoration. There was something else on my mind, though. “So how come you think I don’t like guys, too?” I don’t know why I asked; I usually trip anybody’s gaydar that’s worth the name.
Apparently that was an invitation. Hank stepped up so close to me that her breasts pressed into my back, then leaned in to blow very gently against the bare skin of my neck. “Lucky guess,” she purred, her lips just brushing my skin. I flinched away, breathing fast like a startled horse.
A quick glance down revealed my nipples showing hard through my t-shirt. The horse caught my mood and pulled away with a snort and a vehement shake of his head. Hank backed away more slowly and I could feel her grin at the back of my head.
That got me, can’t really say why. Probably I was just horny; it’d been a while. All I know is that I turned around and grabbed her, pulling her in for a long kiss. She tasted like peppermint and Coke, with just a hint of tobacco. Her arms closed around me like wire and bound me to her, holding me fast. I could feel Patty watching us and scared myself by wanting her to go away at the same time that I wanted her to join in.
As if she could read my mind, Hank broke the kiss and spun me around in her arms to face Patty. She held me close while she ran her tongue down the back of my neck until I moaned as softly as I could. Out in the arena I could hear cheering and stomping so at least I knew I’d be drowned out.
Patty reached over and grabbed one of my tits in her hand, her thumb rubbing it through the t-shirt while she watched me like she was wondering what I’d be good for. That was when Hank shoved her leg between mine and dragged my shirt out of my pants. “Not now,” Patty said firmly, jerking her head at the arena.
“Shit! I gotta ride in the next event,” Hank snarled, looking from her watch to the arena like a hunting dog on point. “Hate to let a good thing go to waste.” She flipped me around and kissed me hard, smothering any protests I was inclined to make.
When she was done, Patty chimed in. “I got an idea.” Hank let me go and I turned around so I could see the length of rope in the trainer’s hands. I shivered all over, soaking my way through my jeans.
“Yeaaah,” Hank murmured. She reached out to stick one of her big hands under my shirt, stroking and pinching until I thought I’d scream if I didn’t get something between my legs soon. “You ever been tied up, Molly?”