Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Guest Blog - Author Fiona Zedde - Dirty Girls Need Love, Too

I am, to quote a saying, a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind. Read me Neruda love sonnets then bend me over the desk to drive home that perfect, deep feeling. That’s why I write stories that celebrate women's pleasure, whether these women are vanilla, kinky, experienced, curious, mischievous, or just enjoy long and sweet kisses on the front porch swing. I never want my romance with a closed bedroom door, and I've been lucky to find readers who feel the same way.

Along with this, though, I'm an accidental eroticist. When I started my first book, Bliss, almost ten years ago, I set out to write a lesbian romance novel. True, a romance with a woman who encounters a lot of sex along the way to her true love, but a romance nonetheless. Bliss became the story of a lesbian who discovers, through bad sex and even worse afterglow, that she isn’t in love with her boyfriend. Then she finds out, by having mind-blowing sex, that swinging from the chandeliers while wearing nipple clamps doesn’t necessarily equal love either. And much later, she finally falls into the best love of her life who also happens to enjoy chandelier-swinging AND long walks on the beach.

Nearly 10 years after writing that first book, my lust for all things lesbian and erotic hasn’t dimmed in the least. My latest novel, Desire at Dawn, delves into two of my favorite things – women who love women and vampires. In this new book, there are certainly women who have sex with other women (my fave!), but there's also the thrill of first time sex, dangerous secrets, and bad girls who sometimes do good things. This is the world of Kylie and Olivia. Women who have sex with each other, and love it.

Like Bliss Sinclair, the title character from my first book, Kylie in Desire at Dawn is a kind of wide-eyed virgin. Both are also queer Jamaican women, both experience the wrenching lows of despair as well as the heights of physical euphoria during the course of their separate journeys. The fact that Kylie sometimes drinks blood to get off is almost incidental.

         Even with all her faults that we see in their cringe-worthy glory, I love Kylie. She’s curious, she’s delicate, and she’s a child who yearns for the love of a mother she thought abandoned her when she needed the care of a parent most. Although I didn’t intent to, I found a lot of myself in Kylie. Her vulnerabilities, her intense need for connection, her curiosity about so much that is really none of her damn business. She’s a character I want to protect in so many ways, even if it’s from herself. In the course of the novel, she changes from a twisted monster girl into a young woman you want to cuddle in your lap and take home for your very own. And that’s only half the fun of Desire at Dawn.

So, come take a journey with me and Kylie. Maybe a dirty romance is just your thing.

Under the moonlight, the human was a goddess. The jewels gleaming against her throat, the silver light falling over her short black hair. Lashes long and luxurious, creating beguiling shadows on her cheeks. Her mouth was lush. Perfectly shaped. The most perfect rose in any garden. Kylie stared at Olivia’s mouth, the top and lower lips that were perfect complements to each other that she wanted so very much to feel beneath her own. But couldn’t. She was frozen.
Then Olivia kissed her. Thawed her. A light brush of mouth against mouth that left Kylie trembling even more. Her hands jerked up to grasp Olivia’s arms, the beast taking its due, to clutch and drag her abruptly closer. Warmth to coolness. The human’s divine breasts against hers. Olivia’s fragile breath in her chest, the beating heart that thumped wildly. Kylie wanted it all. Totally. Completely.
She opened her mouth and accepted, no demanded more of the kiss, going by instinct and from the bits and pieces of what she’d seen of kissing, of intimate touching. She shuddered as she received what she’d wanted for so long. Olivia’s touch. Her greedy acceptance of it.
Kylie got to her knees on the blanket and pulled Olivia closer. The human came to her with a joyous cry, her body exhaling its delicious feminine scent, the nectar between her legs making Kylie’s mouth water. They knelt together on the blanket, kissing while Kylie thought she would die from the feelings rocketing through her body. Olivia touched Kylie’s skin, her ass, her thighs, while her mouth devoured.
Kylie wanted to yield to the experience of the older woman, but the beast inside would not let her. She lifted Olivia abruptly into her arms, dangling her over the blanket before she dropped her onto the thick cotton and fell on her, her hips falling between Olivia’s parted thighs. She pinned the woman’s hands to the ground. Growling, she licked the small breasts, marveling at their salt taste and silken texture, ran her tongue along the scarred tissue of her left breast. Her ribs, the delicate cage that held her heart and other organs, her belly that trembled beneath Kylie’s touch. The lower Kylie went, the stronger the scent between Olivia’s legs became. Her head swam with it. Her mouth longed to taste. Her teeth flashed out and she heard Olivia gasp in fear. Or was it excitement?
Olivia’s hands tangled in her hair, urging her lower. The devil inside Kylie stopped her descent. She licked her slow way back up the woman’s stomach to tease her breasts again, licking the firm nipples, biting gently on the delicate flesh as she’d seen other women do. The human’s slender body writhed against the blanket. Her pussy slick and hot pressed to Kylie’s stomach. She instinctively moved on top of the human as she suckled the delectable breasts, pulling at the fat nipples and drawing soft cries from her open mouth. Kylie’s stomach muscles gliding over the hard button that was the source of Olivia’s pleasure.
“Touch me.” Olivia’s nails bit into her shoulder. “Please.”

Book: Desire at Dawn
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance

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Friday, December 19, 2014

New acceptance!

My story "Wage Slave" just got accepted for LadyLit Publishing's forthcoming Bossy: Productive Tales of Lesbian Lust, Vol. 2.  
Happy dance!

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Guest Blog - Author/Publisher Teresa Wymore on Strange Flesh Press

I've been reading lesbian erotic fiction for as long as I knew it existed. I spent decades digging through independent bookstores and ordering from the print lists of niche presses in far-flung regions. With the growth of digital publishing and arrival of inexpensive self-publishing, I anticipated reams of quality lesbian erotic fiction would clutter my browser. Sadly, the web is choking on maleslash fiction, as well as the ever-evolving combinations that include penises (M/F, M/M, F/M/M, F/M/M/F, F/M/M/M, etc.).

As I get older, I find I just don't have the patience to read anything that doesn't absolutely thrill me. Well-written lesbian sexual adventures thrill me. There are a few presses valiant enough to maintain a penis-free zone, but not many. Not enough. That's why I started a lesbian erotic press:  Strange Flesh Press 

Strange Flesh Press (SFP) started operation just this summer. We're a micropress, meaning we publish very few titles each year. For now. We plan to grow slowly, providing quality stories with quality production, while taking good care of our authors.

As an author, I lived in the trenches of the digital revolution for over a decade. That included publishing traditionally and self-publishing, as well as being the victim of press failures, copyright infringement, and shady business ethics. It can be disheartening to discover who's really behind that pseudonym, web page, or business. That's another reason I started a press. Anyone doing business with SFP knows who I am and where to find me. My goal is to find and develop quality lesbian erotic fiction.

Currently, SFP has free short stories that you can download in your favorite ebook format at our or We have longer works available for purchase. We have our first print release coming in January.

Submit to Us

All fiction submissions should contain explicit F/F sex. We're open to a range from easy porn fantasies to transgressive erotica. Whatever you write, just convince us, excite us. Make us feel. We offer single payment for shorts and web content and a generous contract for accepted royalty-based ebooks. We seek fiction under 40,000 words unless you're already published with us. We love our authors and want to keep them happy, so we'll work with your projects once you're with SFP, including longer works, print titles, anthologies, graphic novels--you name it. We'll make it work.

For the blog, consider submitting industry news, reviews of lesbian books/art, thought and opinion pieces, education, illustration, design, and flash fiction. Just keep in mind that our focus is lesbian (F/F) erotic experience.


Work With Us

From humble beginnings.... Two of us run the shop. SFP has a handful of published works. As we grow, we'll need enthusiastic editors, cover artists, illustrators, and blog content editors. If you're interested in participating as a consultant or regular contributor, we can promise you hard work and at least a little money. We can promise you'll receive quality presentation, a byline, links, and copies of your work (if applicable). Send me an email, and let's start a discussion.

AVESTINE speaks for the gods. She wants her empire back and her brother dead. ROOK kills for the gods. He wants to keep Avestine safe from all harm, including the harm she does to herself. KAMI doesn't believe in the gods and doesn't know what she wants. She's the daughter of a whore and naive to few things, except the ferocious power coming to life within her--a power that will one day eclipse her legendary companions and usher in the end of the world. DARKLAW is an epic fantasy for adults about an awakening of the gods and the twilight of an empire.


Friday, November 28, 2014

Guest Blog - Author Raven J. Spencer on her "A Perfect Dream" Universe

Writing Erotica: The A Perfect Dream Universe

Until I tried my hand at writing erotica, I had no idea how liberating it would be, opening up a whole new world, but it soon made sense to me.
Out in the real world, women’s sexuality is always under scrutiny and subject to judgment, more or less. There are consequences for not being in line with society’s expectations, slut-shaming, online and in everyday life. Writing erotica is breaking the rules, the mold of what women are expected to be. The women in those stories aren’t what society expects them to be.

When I had an idea and ran with it, I didn’t yet know that it would be the beginning of the A Perfect Dream universe, which is a kind of erotic utopia. The story was there one day, inspired by the image of a bathroom on some TV show, where ominous looking screen doors separated the master bedroom and the bath. Ideal if you invite someone to look in on you...

A Perfect Dream was born, and with it came Beatrice. The wife of a conservative lobbyist who is stuck in a loveless, sexless marriage, escapes her reality with erotic getaways for women only. She can’t imagine ever coming out, afraid of the looks and talk behind her back, until she meets another woman who might change her mind on the issue.

The women who attend the exclusive parties go for safe and consensual encounters in a discreet setting—anything goes as long as everyone included gives their consent. Kinks and fantasies are not questioned. Some are looking to meet someone…The One, even. Most aren’t, and that’s okay too. For every guest at the party, A Perfect Dream offers an escape from their lives, but also a chance: Free from society’s boundaries, they can explore their sexuality, their hopes, and who they really are. It changes them. For some, it means to try once and never come back. Others have found the perfect place they want to return to again and again.

My latest release, Off Screen, is a standalone within the same universe, and it explores the live of two actresses who play in the movies that party guests can rent or buy. The story does not attempt to paint an exact picture of the industry, on the contrary.

Like with the parties, there are rules to keep everyone safe, a framework in which the women involved defy the usual status quo. After this one, we’ll go back to the timeline of A Perfect Dream. In each story, we’ll have the unique point of view of one character, but meet with ones that are already familiar, so all instalments are connected.

In general, I wanted to dream up a world in which women have complete control over their bodies and what happens to them. There’s a happy and carefree atmosphere to these getaways, even though the women have to confront their actions and feelings.

There are different angles to the stories: One is the question of when coming out is unavoidable, and once that step is done, is there still the need for a secret place? Another is the fact that at those parties, the women do everything society would judge them for, regardless of their sexual orientation: Casual sex, multiple partners, every possible taboo—so there’s still a need for discretion.

Fantasy and reality aren’t always the same, so A Perfect Dream stories also explore questions of monogamy and commitment, and what this means to the characters in the setting of the parties, or in their homes.

Lastly, my intent is to provide fun and sensual stories spiced up with politics—because women in control are sexy.

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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Guest Blog - Author Cheyenne Blue on "Blue Woman Stories, Vol. 1"

G’day, I’m Cheyenne Blue, and I’m very happy to be here guest posting on Emily L. Byrne’s blog. Thanks, Emily.

I’m just back from a trip to Thailand.  While most of the time was spent in the rural north, I spent a couple of days with my brother who lives in the south with his Thai wife.  

My brother thinks he knows what I write. He knows I write lesbian and heterosexual erotica and romance, but (to my knowledge) he’s never read anything I’ve written. But from these skeletal facts he feels perfectly qualified to make a raft of assumptions as to the content of my stories.  When I said I was coming for a visit, he said, with a snigger, that Thailand would be the perfect place for me to research some stories.   When prompted, he expanded his comment to talk about Bangkok’s sex shows, sex workers, and ladyboys and everything that is for sale.  

Now sex shows, sex workers, and ladyboys are wonderful subjects for stories (and I’ve read some excellent ones) but he’s assuming that an erotic story must encapsulate the seamier side of sex, a power differential, a male-dominated world, where sex is a commodity, something to be taken instead of shared.  He’s assuming that my stories reflect this brasher, more obvious side of sex.

He’s wrong. 

The stories that turn me on aren’t about the misuse of the power gradient between two people, such as my brother imagines.  They’re about a shared experience, equal enjoyment for all parties.  I love stories that can place me in the experience, whatever that may be.  Sure, I love exotic stories, set in faraway places, with big, bold characters, the rich and famous, those with unusual and dangerous careers, with a back story that places them above the ordinary.  But my favourite stories are often set in everyday places, with characters I can relate to.  Here, the beauty is in the telling, and these are the ones I find most enduring.

Many of my stories are about everyday people finding love and lust in their everyday life.  Recently I’ve written about a tomato grower in Queensland, a mature lady falling in lust at a wine and cheese group, and a security guard and a card counter (well… maybe that one’s slightly out of the ordinary!)
After writing lesbian erotica for nearly 15 years now, I’m extremely proud that Ladylit Publishing ( has stepped up and the first mini-collection of my work, Blue Woman Stories Volume 1: collected lesbian erotica of Cheyenne Blue, is already out there.  In the five stories contained in this ebook, you’ll find stories about best friends connecting in the French countryside, a cop sent to investigate a suspected dope grower who finds an unexpected connection in a tropical garden, and a long-term couple relate a fantasy—or is it?  There’s conflict when a mountain cattlewoman comes up against a greenie on the opposite side of an ecological issue, and on a rainy Dublin night a couple nearly comes to blows over habitual lateness.

Blue Woman Stories Volume 2 is out on 26 November 2014 also from Ladylit, with five more of my best and favourite erotic lesbian stories.  Opposites attract in the Colorado Rockies, an unwitting voyeur has an eye-opening encounter on an Irish ferry, and love takes a lifetime to arrive in the poignant Glory B.  

You can find details of Blue Woman Stories Volume 1 ( )and Blue Woman Stories Volume 2, (  over at Ladylit. 
Please do check me out!  I hope you enjoy the stories.

Cheyenne Blue’s erotic fiction has been included in over 90 erotic anthologies since 2000, including Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica, Sweat, Bossy, and Wild Girls, Wild Nights. She is the editor of Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire (Ladylit). Under her own name she has written travel books and articles, and edited anthologies of local writing in Ireland. She has lived in the U.K., Ireland, Colorado, and Switzerland, but now writes, runs, makes bread and cheese, and drinks wine by the beach in Queensland, Australia. Check out her blog at, on Twitter at IamCheyenneBlue and on Goodreads at  

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Guest Blog Post - Author Emily Ryan on "Get Me Through the Night"

A big thanks to Emily for letting me be a guest on her blog. I’m really happy to have the opportunity to talk about my newest book, Get Me Through the Night.

I started writing this book longhand in a spiral notebook over ten years ago, and at some point I put it in a drawer and stopped writing for many years. I had this idea of a very repressed character that was only able to discover herself and her sexuality when she started experiencing the memories of someone else: her dead childhood friend. The story evolved into a ghost story, and while I may have taken an extended break from writing it, the idea never left me. About four years ago, I tracked down my old spiral notebook and began writing again (this time with a computer). I was surprised to see how the language and story I’d established so long ago was still exactly what I had in my mind.

As I was wiping the water off of my face, I looked at myself in the mirror. Before my eyes, the reflection in front of me changed to Izzy’s. I saw her dark eyes staring back at me. She looked exactly like she did in high school. I let out a gasp, but the reflection remained unchanged. I stared at her face, her round forehead, the curve of her upper lip, the mole on her left cheek, the arch in her right eyebrow that was slightly higher than her left. There was no question that I was looking at the face of my best friend. I glanced around my bathroom, and I realized I was no longer in my bathroom. This bathroom was...nicer. It had beige walls, a marble top vanity, a stone tile floor, and a container with potpourri on top of the vanity. I looked down at my own body and realized that it wasn’t mine either. The breasts were larger, and I was shorter. It was Izzy’s body that I was seeing. It took me a moment to realize that I didn’t have control of the body I was in. It was as if I’d been planted in Izzy’s body from fourteen years ago. She was washing her hands in the sink--I recognized her hands--and I could feel the warmth of the water and the slipperiness of the soap between her hands and fingers. She dried her hands on the towel hanging from the towel rack, and she gave herself a nervous smile in the mirror before leaving the bathroom.
She walked down a hallway and into a living room that I recognized as Elena’s. A younger Elena sat on the couch with her feet tucked under her, and she looked up at me with a sweet smile.
“I paused the movie for you,” Elena said.
“Oh, you didn’t have to,” Izzy responded. I could feel her mouth moving, her vocal cords vibrating, and her heart rate jump.
         Izzy sat down on the couch next to Elena. She stared at the television, and out of the corner of Izzy’s eye I could see that Elena was staring at the television too. I recognized the movie as Castaway with Tom Hanks. I remembered how I rented that movie when it first came out so Izzy and I could watch it together, but she had already seen it. Elena was holding a bowl of popcorn on her lap, and she offered it to Izzy, but Izzy didn’t want any. Elena leaned forward and put the bowl of popcorn the floor, and I felt Izzy’s heartbeat speed up. As Elena leaned back, Izzy scooted closer to her. Elena smiled slightly and rested her hand on Izzy’s thigh. The two turned and faced one another, and I saw Elena looking at Izzy with the most tenderness that I’ve ever seen in anyone’s eyes. I felt butterflies in my stomach--or was it Izzy’s? I wasn’t sure anymore. Elena moved her hand from Izzy’s thigh to her neck, and pulled her toward her. I felt the softness of Elena’s lips and tongue as she pressed against Izzy’s mouth and gently parted Izzy’s lips with her tongue. Izzy returned her kiss, matching every stroke of Elena’s tongue with one of her own. I felt every stroke; every sensation. I felt an ache forming between my--Izzy’s legs, and I wanted Elena to ease that ache.
Get Me Through the Night is the first book in a trilogy of books that will feature the main character, Joss Evans, and I’m currently hard at work on the second book, Hold on to Me.
All of my books are available through major ebook retailers such as Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Feel free to write me at You can find more information about me and my books at
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Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Writing update

Lots of cool news!
I'm going to have a story in Best Lesbian Erotica 2015, edited by Laura Antoniou. It's a reprint so it'll be appearing under Catherine Lundoff and it's called "Arachne." BDSM mythology with a kinky Greek goddess! :-)

I'm also going to have a story in the Princess's Bride, a collection of lesbian erotic fairy tales, also from Cleis and edited by Sacchi Green. This one is based on the fairy tale Toads and Diamonds. :-)

Just got two more stories subbed and am getting traction on my novel edits so I hope to have more good news soon.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

New Guest Blog - Author MJ Williamz on "Escapades"

Greetings all and thanks for stopping by to check out this guest blog. And a major thank you to Emily for having me on.
My name is MJ Williamz and I write lesbian erotica. I’ve written over thirty short stories and five novels, including Goldie Award winning Initiation By Desire. My sixth novel, Sheltered Love, will be out in July.
My two novels that came out this year, Speakeasy and Escapades are both finalists for the Rainbow Awards. Speakeasy was released in eBook format in April, but will be released in paperback in January. Escapades was released in both formats in July.
I got my start writing erotica in 2003 when I submitted a short story to Bella Books for their anthology, “Back to Basics” and it’s all been flowing since then. I love writing erotic romance because I think that sex is an important part of life and relationships. I know that basic romance usually has sex in it, but I like to show characters based on their sexual activities. I think you can learn a lot about characters that way. And there’s a lot more sex in erotic romance.
Here’s a little info about Escapades:
In the women’s town of Maybon Tir, Joey Scarpetti is the resident playboi. She had sworn off relationships after college and her reputation is well deserved. Until she met Samantha Brewer.
All Joey is looking for was a little fun, but finds herself developing feelings for Samantha. Samantha is still grieving the loss of her dead partner and is three months pregnant. She doesn’t think she is ready to move on, especially with someone of Joey’s reputation.
Joey is at first terrified of Samantha’s pregnancy but soon warms to the idea of a family. But is Samantha ready to lay her lost love to rest? Joey struggles to convince Samantha she’s the right one for her, but feels helpless competing with a ghost.
Both women have reasons for avoiding the relationship, but sometimes the pull of true love is too strong to ignore.
Here is an excerpt from the first page of Escapades:

Joey Scarpetti’s tongue lapped at the blonde’s pussy while her fingers worked frantically inside the redhead. She glanced up and saw the women kissing, mouths open and tongues entwined. She sucked on the swollen lips in her face and continued to watch as the others fondled each other’s breasts. She watched as nipples were tugged and twisted, even as she plunged her fingers deeper in one and her tongue farther in the other.
The taste and scents that surrounded her left her dizzy with need. She wanted to fuck them harder, faster, and better than they’d ever been fucked before. The sounds of one cunt sucking her fingers while the other one closed around her tongue had her fighting to maintain control.
Breathing got heavier as Joey continued to tend to their needs. She was aware of them panting harder and heard soft mewling sounds as they teetered near the brink. She felt them twitching and moved her mouth to suck on one’s clit while her thumb rubbed the other’s. The women’s bodies tensed as they rode Joey, and they both screamed as the orgasms rocked their bodies. Exhausted but pleased with herself, Joey continued to tease the women until they pulled away, too sensitive for more.
Through the curtains, Joey saw the sky growing light, indicating that her adventure was over and it was time to get back to the community of women where she lived. She slipped out of the women, then out of bed and quietly dressed while watching the two dozing together. She washed up briefly before letting herself out into the morning.

I hope you’ll pick up one of my books and give them a read! Please visit to purchase Escapades or see other books to check out.

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Saturday, October 25, 2014

Guest Blog Post - Author Rrrose Carbinela on "Romance: Mild to Wild"

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Hello, Readers!
First off, let me thank Emily for so kindly letting me step into the spotlight for a moment. I appreciate the time to let you know about what’s coming up in just a few short days.
Now for the juicy stuff! My romance/erotica collection Romance: Mild to Wild is about to be re-released under the Regal Crest banner. It follows the Regal Crest re-release of my poetry anthology, Attar: a Bouquet for You, currently available online (see Salem West's wonderful review  here).
            Let me tell you a little about my writing process. Back when I finally accepted the totality of who I am, a lesbian with a vivid imagination, I started “seeing” scenes develop in my mind’s eye, scenes of women discovering other women and enjoying each other in every possible way. “My girls,” for lack of a better name, would drift into my consciousness in the early morning hours just as I was waking up, and share snippets of their lives. So I would feverishly write down the stories, just as they came to me. And on October 31st, you can order your own copy of the results, thanks to Regal Crest.
I invite you to come with me to other places, other explore the love between women as it might have been experienced elsewhere and “elsewhen.” Taste and drink the sweet elixir of romance, imbibe and revel in the heady excitement of erotica, in this series of short stories. I must advise you, the title is truth in advertising. I do start very mildly, but by the end of the book, you should be thoroughly satisfied. My wife DK says to read the last story first, and work your way back, but I prefer the build-up!
To entice you, here is an excerpt from that last story, a pirate tale which takes place in the Caribbean in the 1700s. Pirates and wenches and sex, oh my!

She rose and led the way to her carriage, talking all the way. “I told them to prepare some cold foods for when I returned. You must be ravenous, poor Angelica. And I have a room prepared. I did not know about your duenna, however. Will you think me inhospitable if I have a cot set in your room for her? My servants’ quarters are overflowing as it is...”
“No, no, that shall be adequate,” I said, rejoicing. Jeanne would not have to sneak into my room. Lovely! She had entered Marguerite’s carriage before she could be asked to ride in mine, and I had indicated to her that she should sit beside me. My hand sought hers in the dimness, hidden by the folds of our skirts. She squeezed my fingers as she pretended to look out the window. Her thumb caressed my palm, and I hid a pleased shudder.
“Good, well, not in your bedroom exactly, but there is a dressing room, and she will be quite comfortable there, I’m certain. Oh, and we must see to your wardrobe. You must have lost everything, simply everything. No matter, I have a wonderful seamstress, we shall take your measure and make as many dresses as you like. I am so glad you are safe...”
Again, I let her words wash over me, this time leaning my head back and closing my eyes. I let my head drop onto Jeanne’s shoulder. She released my hand, and moved her arm around me so that I could rest my head on her breast. Wicked woman!
“Oh, poor dear, she has fallen asleep. I must be silent now. I would not wish to wake her.”
“Yes, she is very tired,” Jeanne’s voice rumbled beneath my ear. Silence reigned for the rest of the trip.

Well, I hope this has perked you up and made you think about reading my book!
The books are/will be available for purchase online at Regal Crest, Bella Books, Amazon, etc. Please make sure you buy the Regal Crest version -there are still a few copies of the L-Book edition floating around.  Feel free to write me at and check out my Regal Crest author page.

From the sweet first blush of blossoming romance to the wild erotic adventures of exotic women, this volume will present you with a set of fourteen varied stories about women and the women they love. Come on a quick tour of Ancient Greece, the Caribbean of the late 1700's, and Modern America to discover a world of Lesbian Love.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Guest Blog Post: Author and Publisher Harper Bliss on "As Years Go By"

Author Harper Bliss is my second guest this month. Harper's latest hot erotic novelette just came out this week and you can read an excerpt below!


Guest post by Harper Bliss on As Years Go By and silencing one’s inner critic

First of all, thank you for inviting me to your blog, Emily! It was also great to share the pages of Forbidden Fruit with you (and I do hope you’ll contribute to more Ladylit anthologies in the future, hint hint.) ;-)

I’m here today to talk about my latest release As Years Go By, a deeply emotional and rather dirty standalone novelette. After finishing the first season of my serial French Kissing and diving headfirst into a novel straight afterwards, I really felt the need to mix things up a bit and write a few shorter stories. As Years Go By was the first story I wrote after finishing some longer projects, and it completely took me by surprise.

I’m the opposite of a plotter, so it happens quite regularly that characters end up doing rather unexpected things, but both Jodie and Leigh (the characters around whom it all revolves in As Years Go By) have taken it to complete new levels in the surprise-me department. I blame my writing process, which has changed significantly since I first started.

I write in short bursts of twenty minutes during which I ‘go there’. ‘Going there’ is the term I use these days to refer to my state of consciousness when I start my clock (and my anti-social app) and just start typing like a mad woman. Depending on which kind of day I’m having (and how close I am to a deadline), I can produce from 400 to 700 words within the space of twenty minutes. (Yes, like most writers I’m obsessed with word count.) The key is to keep my fingers moving at all times (insert stupid lesbian writer joke here.) I go fast, and I don’t allow myself to overthink or (most importantly) censor anything. What comes out, comes out.

That’s how the things that happen in As Years Go By came to find themselves on the (virtual) page. I had a back story and a vague idea of what would happen going in, but a few of the actions Leigh and Jodie embark on are definite firsts for me in my writing. And I think it’s all down to effectively silencing my inner critic (because, basically, that’s what writing against the clock does most of all.)

Leigh and Jodie were lovers before. They’re exes reconnecting, trying to gauge if what drove them apart—despite their love and desire for each other—years ago is still valid. And they have everything but vanilla sex. ;-)

Here’s an excerpt:

She parks her golden Lexus in the underground lot of the hotel and, when we get out, the sound our shoes make on the concrete sparks another memory. We’d gone to a dinner party on the Upper West Side and had by mistake—I believed—ended up in the building’s parking lot.

“Well, now that we’re here,” Leigh had said, hiking up her eyebrows the way she does, before slamming me against the wall and worming her hand into my pants under the harsh neon lights. The total surprise of it, along with the possibility of someone walking in on us, and the thrill of how she always so easily did what she did to me, had me trembling at her fingertips within short minutes. A climax I’ve always remembered.

When we step into the elevator I half-expect her to start kissing me there, but this is eleven years later, and all the boundaries we once carefully set have vanished, and when I look at myself in the shiny metal of the door, I see a different woman—outside and in. Yet, I want her to. I want someone to do that to me again. To take away all the things that always simmer somewhere in the back of my brain, to take away that longing that’s been building in my gut for years. And I only want Leigh to do it. She’s no means to an end. She’s my ex-partner. The only one who ever knew me well enough to take me to the place I needed to go. Because the things I want, you don’t just ask of someone. Or, at least, I guess you could, but it would take away half the pleasure.

The elevator cabin is silent, apart from a buzzing hum, and the sound of our breath, coming as regularly as always. Yet, beneath my skin, my blood is sizzling. I start making up a list of all the things this is not, but I realize quickly that I don’t need to. I don’t need to overthink this, or think about it at all. That’s the whole point of inviting her to my room.

The best part of this entire elevator ride, which is about to come to an end, is that I get to experience both sides of the thrill. I know Leigh and the familiarity between us reassures me; yet I haven’t seen her in years and there’s the excitement of newness crashing through my flesh as well. Do I still love her? I ask myself as we exit the elevator and I guide her to my room in the furthest corner of the hallway. Do I? If I do, it’s in a totally different way than before. The love that remains after the hurt has been dealt with. A more sedated, stable kind of affection based on memories and shared experiences and the life we once lived together but, no matter what we do or how hard we try, we can never, ever get back.

As soon as we walk into my room, which is swanky and large and boasts full-length windows on one side, Leigh starts scanning her surroundings. The curtains will have to remain open, of that I’m sure already, but she’s also looking for props. I wonder if I would be offended if she unearthed some sort of toy from her bag, a flogger perhaps, or handcuffs. If I would be able to forgive such presumptuousness. But not even Leigh Sterling can rise to that level of audacity, and I remember what she used to say to me. “You have no idea what you give me when you take the pain.” But I did, and I still do.

And here’s the blurb:

At her son’s graduation ceremony, Jodie unexpectedly runs into her ex-partner Leigh. Because of how painfully it ended between them, Jodie is taken aback at first, but gradually allows Leigh to draw her back in—just like she used to—and shock soon makes way for memories of the intense desire they once shared.

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About Harper Bliss
Harper Bliss has travelled the world in search of sexual satisfaction. She now resides in a hot Asian country and dedicates her time to writing down the stories that have inspired and aroused her.
Harper is the author of the High Rise series, the French Kissing serial and several other lesbian erotic romance titles. She is the co-founder of Ladylit, an independent press focusing on lesbian erotica.