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):
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?”
#EndofExcerpt
Saturday, July 1, 2017
July book sale!
Get Knife's Edge: Kinky Lesbian Erotica for $1.50 at Smashwords, this month only!
- Read a couple of the nice reviews here.
- Check out a reading of "Planet 10" from the Nobilis Erotica Podcast (story published in Knife's Edge)
- Read Lisabet Sarai's Top Ten Erotica list, which includes "An Incident in Whitechapel" (published in Knife's Edge.
Friday, June 23, 2017
"Witches, Princesses and Women at Arms" Blog Tour Post
So, my story in this lovely hot book, "Toads, Diamonds and the Occasional Pearl" is not based on what you would call a particularly titillating fairy tale. I should say that I love fairy tales, especially the ones where the female characters get to have a lot of agency. But "Toads and Diamonds" is not, in its original form, one of them. There are two sisters, one fairy, a good deed, a rude word, a perceived blessing, a curse, and the tale is done. The good sister is beautiful--and is forced to spit out gem stones with every kindly word (ouch). The bad sister is ugly (natch) and creates a new ecosystem of toads and sundry such beasties whenever she speaks harshly. Which is often.
I wanted to make something new from this odd morality tale warning girls to always speak nicely to others, and make it something else. The two sisters become one princess and her blessing/affliction becomes...something different. And this time around, she gets a companion who sees more to her than serving as a living treasure chest or cursed harridan.
Here's an excerpt from my story "Toads, Diamonds and the Occasional Pearl"
(From shortly before things start to get a tad more steamy):
All the
stories begin the same way: three princes go on a quest. Maybe they’re rivals
for a throne. Or a princess. But whatever the goal, the youngest one always
wins. Unless it’s the eldest. They never have sisters. Or if they do, they’re
left safely at home.
When I told my father, the King, that I wanted to go on a
quest like my two brothers, he laughed. He made my request a joke, as if he had
not known that I practiced all that my brothers learned from the armsmaster
since we were small. Perhaps I had kept that secret too well.
The
whole Court buzzed with the news, except for my younger brother, Fenar. He
longed for the peace of the library and the quiet of the monastery. And that
was where I parted from him when we left our father’s castle, taking his sword,
his horse and his name with his blessing.
Our father had forbidden me all three and I intended to
prove him wrong. I could win the throne, if not the princess. Princess Eliann
was lovely to look at, but she’d never glanced at me. Not since I kissed her
once when I was on a visit to her mother’s court and found myself barred from
it until I “could learn to behave like a princess.”
I sighed. When I saw Eliann next, we were both of marriageable
age and things had changed. She was proud and cruel, no longer willing to meet
my eyes, not even when I made my brothers stop teasing her. In any case, Eliann
would never accept being consort to the Princess Shalene when she could be
Queen to my eldest brother, Greir, so my wishes were of little significance.
That was, of course, if Greir chose to claim her hand
along with the throne when he returned. I thought it unlikely.
Eliann’s...affliction had put off braver men than he. Few would choose to be
married to a princess who spat out diamonds or toads with every sentence.
Mother had said that true love would break the fairy curse, but I had my
doubts.
I shrugged off my thoughts, which made my horse snort at
me and toss his head, eager to run. I felt the same way. Once I had seen other
lands, I promised myself that I would find a princess and a throne of my own
and never return here, just as my great aunt had done. The day turned brighter
and my road clearer at that picture. I nudged the horse forward into a loping
run and I smiled to think of leaving all I knew behind me.
I smiled less when I reached the edge of the great forest
of Adin. The sun was setting and the figure on the path in front of me was in
shadow, but I could still see the outline of a bow, its string stretched taut.
The arrow was pointed straight at me. I pulled my horse to an abrupt halt. “I
mean you no harm,” I tried to make my voice as deep as my brother’s.
The arrow stayed right where it was. “How do I know
that?” It was odd, the quaver in that voice, almost like someone trying to
sound older and larger than they were. I wondered if there were others on the
road who traveled in disguise tonight. Did my brother’s light armor make me so
very terrifying?
Not that the arrow would make me less dead, terrifying or
not. Something moved in the shadows at the figure’s feet, but it was too small
to be threatening. I hoped. I tried again, “I seek only to pass. Will you let
me by?”
“Give me your horse.” This time, I could hear the desperation
in that voice. That, and something more. Something familiar. I wondered how
well they could shoot, this person in shadow who wanted to steal my horse. I
wondered what I would do if they succeeded. I pictured my return to my father’s
court, my quest at an end, and me the utter failure they thought me already. A
boiling rage filled me then. Kicking the horse forward into a full gallop while
I drew my sword was a matter of pure impulse.
END OF EXCERPT
Comment here to be entered and check out the next post in the blog tour:
June 26th: A.D.R. Forte-“Warrior’s Choice”
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Blog tour post schedule (and giveaway!) for "Witches, Princesses and Women at Arms"
Welcome to Witches, Princesses and Women at Arms, edited by Sacchi Green. Cleis Press, 2017.
I do love this cover!
Here's the blog tour schedule. Comment on my post on the 23rd or any of the others to be entered to win a copy of this lovely anthology!
THE GIVEAWAY and LINKS
Anyone who comments on any of these blog posts will be
entered in a drawing for a paperback copy (in North America) or an ebook
(elsewhere) of Witches, Princesses, and Women at Arms. Each blog you comment on
gives you one more entry.
Here’s the lineup of blog posts—the links may be adjusted as
we go along, so check back here every now and then.
June 14th: Sacchi Green-“Trollwise” (plus the Introduction)
June 15th: Cara Patterson-“Steel”
June 16th: Michael M. Jones-“The Miller’s Daughter”
June 19th: H.N. Janzen-“The Prize of the Willow”
June 20th: Annabeth Leong-“The Mark and the Caul”
June 21st: Brey Willows-“Penthouse 31”
June 22nd: Salome Wilde-“The Princess’s Princess”
June 23nd: Emily L. Byrne-“Toads, Diamonds and the
Occasional Pearl”
June 26th: A.D.R. Forte-“Warrior’s Choice”
June 27th: M. Birds-“Woodwitch”
June 28th: Madeleine Shade-“Robber Girl”
June 29th: Lea Daley-“The Sorceress of Solisterre”
June 30th: Allison Wonderland-“SWF Seeks FGM”
Praise for "An Incident in Whitechapel!"
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Wednesday, June 7, 2017
"Witches, Princess and Women at Arms" is here at last!
It's here! I have a new story out in award-winning editor Sacchi Green's new anthology, Witches, Princesses and Women at Arms from Cleis Press! My story is called "Toads, Diamonds and the Occasional Pearl" and it's based on a fairytale about a young woman who spews diamonds and jewels every time she speaks. And her sister who puts forth something entirely different. I'll be on the blog tour for this so more info and giveaways coming soon!
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