Come catch me over at Blak Rayne’s BLOG today – great interview questions and a spicy excerpt from my latest release!
Come catch me over at Blak Rayne’s BLOG today – great interview questions and a spicy excerpt from my latest release!
You know those post cards that say “wish you were here?” This is a case of “Wish we were there!” Here are deets on a fabulous upcoming book event in England, scheduled for September 22:
THE BOOK SHOW
We would like to invite you to join us at the UK’s leading conference for authors and publishers.
With panels and individual speakers who are some of the UK’s leading authors, publishers and agents.
With a loaded all day programme, over three floors of a centrally located venue, there is sure to be a zone which will appeal to everyone.
Speakers include authors such as – Suzy Jane-Tanner, Steve Goodwin, Chris Cowlin, and many more
TV Celebrity authors – George Watts, Pete Cohen, and Jenny Ainslie-Turner
Erotica Authors – Lucy Felthouse, Victoria Blisse, Kay Jaybee, Janine Ashbless, Serena Yates, Nephylim
Literary agents from – Ed Victor, Burkeman and Clarke, Whatson Little
Publishers such as – Apex Publishing, Andrews UK, Silver Moon, MX Publishing and many more.
Other Exhibitors / zones – Web site creation, Social Media and Marketing Experts, Erotica Zone.
Ticket price includes access to all panels, talks and zones, as well as Breakfast, Lunch and Afternoon Tea.
Centrally located in Luton, Bedfordshire, one minutes’ walk from the main railway station, two large car parks, and a few minutes from junction 10 of the M1 motorway.
Come and join us at THE conference for authors.
Today we’re thrilled to be a part of the Release Blitz for JoAnne Kenrick’s Shamrocked. I loved Sweet Irish Kiss and can’t wait to read this one, second in the series.
JoAnne Kenrick is super appreciative of all the support her readers have given SWEET IRISH KISS. That same support managed to get Sweet Irish Kiss onto several different bestseller lists in several different online retailers, Amazon Kindle being one of them.
She would love to see Devlin’s story garner even more success by getting him in the top 100 bestseller list on Amazon. So… If you buy Shamrocked from Amazon Kindle, SCROLL DOWN for the rafflecopter and fill it in with your receipt/reference number amazon emails you after you make your purchase FOR A CHANCE TO WIN A KINDLE FIRE OR A NOOK TABLET.
Will Devlin Kinney’s Irish charm and toys be enough to hold onto his leading lady, or will his heart be shamrocked into next week?
SHAMROCKED, Irish Kisses book 2, is OUT NOW in most major ebook stores.
CONTEST TO WIN A KINDLE FIRE Or NOOK TABLET HERE
Devlin Kinney is the crass Irish charmer who helped Shaun Bell out on his 1Night Stand by packing him up a few surprises in his overnight bag in the HUGE bestseller SWEET IRISH KISS. Surprises both he and Rachel were grateful for. And now you can have all of him because he’s back! With his toy box and a 1Night Stand of his own.
Set in Notting Hill, London and the now infamous Bell’s Irish Pub in Soho, London.
http://kindlegraph.com/authors/joannekenrick
Devlin Kinney is focused on his Irish Rock band, Shamrocked. Between that and tending bar at Bell’s Irish Pub, he’s rushed off his feet. Still, he’s envious of Shaun who found his perfect woman through Madame Eve’s exclusive agency, 1Night Stand. Pushed for time, he follows his friend’s lead and hopes to be matched with a woman ballsy enough to share in his fetish for things that go buzzzz.
At the event of the year for soap stars, Elizabeth Grant meets Devlin and mistakes him for her soon-to-be The EastEnd co-star. Before she has a chance to confess she’s not his 1Night Stand as he seems to think, the silver-tongued smooth dancer proves irresistible. He seems perfect…for one night of pleasure. She’s ready to play the role of her
life!
Will his Irish charm and toys be enough to hold onto his leading lady, or will his heart be shamrocked into next week?
Mini Excerpt
Surrounded by bridesmaids—the hottest guy in the place. His thick Irish brogue carried over the chattering wedding crowd and bad party songs.
Swallowing any signs of stage fright, she checked her fake hair in a mirrored wall, plumped her boobs, and plastered on a smile before making a beeline for her drop-dead gorgeous, future co-star.
She waded through the rough sea of pink-chiffoned up women, snapped out her arm, and took his hand like one of those shaking weight things. Thought she’d blown it until his mouth tilted up into a tempting smile. Dimples. Oh, my. He would be popular with the ladies. Might even help get her noticed by movie producers. Dating this hottie would get her on every front page known to the British public.
“Liz.” She fought to keep focused on his face rather than his thick muscles and rhythmic movements. She couldn’t recall ever seeing a man who could make dancing to All Night Long by Lionel Ritchie so goddamned sexy. His jig was infectious—her arm swayed in beat with his, their hands still clasped together.
“As in Elizabeth?”
“Uh-huh.” The swarm of bridesmaids knitted their brows and pursed their lips. One even stamped her foot. Liz couldn’t help but turning on a sweet smile. “Buh-bye, ladies.”
MORE ABOUT 1NS series: http://decadent1nightstand.blogspot.com
JoAnne Kenrick
JoAnne Kenrick, an ex-Ghost Tour Guide turned Romance Author, is a Welsh lass who has lived in various countries around the world. She now calls North Carolina her home, where she lives with her husband, two children and two cheeky cats. When they aren’t demanding her attention, she can most likely be found watching a vampire movie, reading or baking up a British favorite in her N.C. kitchen. That is, when she isn’t writing or chatting up a storm on social networking sites. Travel across the pond and faraway…with JoAnne Kenrick. www.joannekenrick.com
CONTEST: a Rafflecopter giveaway
Click on the above link to enter. You can enter using the alternative rafflecopter on my facebook page found here: www.facebook.com/joannekenrick. Quite often, rafflecopters don’t show up on mobile devices, either.
IF you cannot see the rafflecopter in either instance, msg me your reference/receipt number amazon gives you after a kindle purchase VIA FACEBOOK joanne.kenrick.50@facebook.com . I will manually enter this on your behalf.
Contest Terms and Conditions
> Kindle Fire and Nook contest is open to USA residents only. Sorry. International for the giftcards, though.
> The Nook/Kindle reader prizes mentioned will only be awarded IF Shamrocked reaches amazon’s top 100 bestseller chart SO SPREAD THE WORD to your friends.
> amazon GCs will be awarded regardless.
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>You have 48hrs to respond to the notification if you win, or a new winner will be drawn.
>No Purchase Necessary.
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A very special welcome to the fabulous Tonya Kinzer, on tour for her latest release, Master’s Email. Be sure to scroll down for TWO contests from Tonya ~ then leave a comment and subscribe to my Newsletter to enter my August contest. Take it away, Tonya!
Thank you for stopping by to see what’s all going on here. Before anyone is allowed in the tub of bubbles, you must line up for your spanking! I think Adriana might have a Master around here somewhere with a nice leather crop and he’s chomping at the bit to see all of us bent over holding our ankles! *peeking behind the door, then the curtain* In case he doesn’t show up, I’ve torn Master Buck from the pages of Master’s Email (he loved it!) so line up ladies…or gents!
I know I’m not alone in my fantasies! Now, perhaps my imagination is a bit more risqué than some but I like to create a visual for the reader so they get just as heated up reading as I do writing. I’ll apologize now for the mess on your screen or keyboard! Grab your towel before you read!
Most readers, male or female, secretly fantasize about being tied up during sex whether they want to admit it or not. It’s just human nature to think naughty! That’s not a bad thing unless you start doing it in your front yard for the neighbors to see and I’m too shy for that…besides, I don’t have any neighbors that I’d like to show that to, yet! *wicked laugh* Way back in the dark corners of your mind is that secret little box that opens when we read forbidden shit and it makes us want to be a character in a book who’s doing what we’d love to be doing…but are too shy.
What I really hope is that by reading my books, my readers can open the conversation with their partners about what they want in their sex lives. Maybe both are already thinking it but are afraid to ask. That only leads to frustration so start the conversation with your partner and maybe start with the blindfold! I have links on my site to help you begin the conversation. Of course a few videos help too! *wink*
Now, maybe YOU’VE already been spanked! Next time your partner spanks you, stop and feel just how erotic that was for you…cause your panties will be WET, I guarantee it! Admit it or not…it excites you when he bends you over his knee as you struggle or makes you bend over the arm of the overstuffed chair as he holds your wrists in his hand, out of the way of his hand or crop and he slowly pulls those panties down to bare your ass. When you hear the crack as he makes contact, there’s an internal switch that goes on to start those juices that you try to hide. He knows it; you know it…you can’t ignore it so make the best of it. Those juices are gonna happen!
How many are bad on purpose just so he’ll bend you over? Let’s do another scenario…he ‘watches’ as his Master friend spanks you….then checks to make sure he’s accomplished his task! OMG! You’re already seeping, aren’t you? Don’t lie to us!! LOL I’ve already opened that box in the dark corner of your mind…admit it or not…I heard it open!
This book is for those who love spanking stories as well as those who love to watch! We’ve all got a bit of voyeurism in us and this book will tug at those strings…or restraints, whichever the case may be. I hope you take a chance on my work if you love hot, steamy, soft bondage reads that will test your erotic fantasies you think you’ve got hidden away from me! I’ve included a link to the excerpt for those brave enough to read something with strong sexual content.
(Be sure to come back here when you’ve finished reading!)
So what is it that is erotic about spanking and why do we love to read about it? After you enter the contests, come back here. Please feel free to leave a comment and let’s toss a few ideas around ‘cause I’m curious. My new book is titled Master’s Email and has spanking in it…among a few other scenarios! Yes, that little box will open again when you read this one so grab your towel now; keep it handy.
How many of you are bad on purpose so he’ll spank you? Do you prefer his hand, a crop or a soft leather flogger? You can tell us, come on!
Contest #1:
Thank you all for stopping in to read. If you’d like to get in on the contests during my tour – July thru September – follow me to each stop and get your entry in. My schedule is listed on my blog’s left sidebar. There’s a contest for this blog stop listed below and don’t forget to also click the link for the Grand Prize drawing to be held Oct 2nd!
$50 Gift card
Contest #2
A Matter of Lust Release Blitz
Blurb:
Trask is a lust demon on the hunt for a playmate, a human exceptional enough to sate some of his ravenous hunger. When he finds Rena, he knows that she is the one he must have. He makes it his business to seduce her.
Rena is immediately drawn to Trask. She could easily fall for the dangerously sexy bad boy who makes her scream every time he makes her come, but the problem with bad boys is that they’re actually bad. They break girls’ hearts and hers has been broken too many times already. One more crack might shatter it forever.
Trask claims Rena for his own, but she needs more than just sizzling sex. She wants to trust him, but can they ever share anything more than lust?
An Excerpt From: A MATTER OF LUST
Copyright © LISA FOX, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Chapter One
The deep, melodic trance music vibrated through Trask’s body as he prowled the crowded dance floor. He was hungry, so very, very hungry, and the time had come for him to find a willing partner for the night. Any one of the mortals undulating around him would have sufficed, but so far none of them appealed to him. The need gnawed at his insides, but he waited, searching for the one. Over his long years among the humans, he’d learned that it always paid to be a little bit discriminating. It made the feast so much more gratifying.
He sidestepped around a young woman, his shoulder accidentally brushing against hers. He felt her body temperature rise as he passed, the lust that had been simmering just below the surface swelling to a fevered pitch within her. She grabbed her companion and kissed him ferociously, shamelessly rubbing herself against him. She wasn’t the only one affected by his presence either. Potent waves of raw sexual energy radiated from him, infecting the air around him, threatening to turn the club into one giant orgy. Trask smiled at the thought.
He cruised the dance floor, reveling in the exquisite thrill of his hunt. Human lust was such a decadent treat, so very different from the desperate lust of the damned in hell, and it filled this ordinarily dull world with brilliant light and added depth to the darkest shadows. He could feel it oozing from the dancers, the men and the women, sweating and panting, touching and grinding, their bodies writhing in time with the music. Tension built in his groin and he welcomed the pure, straining delight.
He stopped suddenly, the prickling at the base of his spine alerting him to the presence of another demon nearby. Not a lust demon like himself, but something similar. Pride maybe, or perhaps wrath? He couldn’t quite get a fix on it. He waited, wondering if it was going to make contact. Often other demons haunting and hunting the human realm wanted to meet, to plot and plan and scheme, to “raise some hell” or whatever, but he got the impression that it was occupied with something else entirely. Which was just fine with him. He’d never been the social sort.
The music changed and a thumping bass beat poured out of the speakers. Trask shook off the psychic residue of the other and worked his way toward the bar. He ordered a bourbon on the rocks and leaned back, happily absorbing the intoxicating atmosphere while scanning the crowd for his potential playmate.
His gaze fell upon a woman on the edge of the dance floor in a short, black dress that hugged every curve of her luscious body. Her violently dyed red hair was piled high on her head and sexy tendrils escaped to frame her heart-shaped face. There was a hint of rosy flush on her smooth, round cheeks and the way her hips swayed to the music made his cock stir.
Trask placed his drink aside and unconsciously ran his tongue over his teeth as he glided toward her. She was tall, probably close to six feet in her heels, but he still had to lean down to whisper close to her ear. “Hello,” he purred, breathing in her clean scent of shampoo and roses and woman.
She turned slowly toward him, her gaze roaming over his face, his body, and he got the distinct impression that she was mentally undressing him. He certainly hoped she was. She obviously liked what she saw because a smile blossomed on her glossy, pink lips. “Hi.”
The instant, piercing sexual tension between them made his blood surge. He reached out with a fine strand of psychic energy and lightly dipped into her primal core. Trask hissed as desire coiled in his groin. She was sweet ambrosia, a succulent feast just waiting to happen and his cock ached to sink inside her, to make her come again and again while he fed on all that glorious lust. “You are very beautiful,” he said, savoring the tiny taste of her fire.
“Uh-huh,” she said, mischief and humor making her eyes sparkle. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Trask laughed. He liked this woman. “I think I might be in love with you,” he said, beginning the game. It was a line that had worked many times before—the humans always seemed enchanted and amused by the concept, but it was a hollow sentiment, something meant to elicit a grin and nothing more. But as the words left his mouth, they felt different this time, almost as if they had…weight.
“Are you sure it’s love you feel?” she asked, a smile dancing along the corners of her mouth. Her eyes flicked down to his crotch. “Or something else entirely?”
“Now I know I’m in love,” he replied, the lust coursing through his veins. She was perfect. Fun. Bold. Smoking hot. And she was going to be his. All night long. He reached out and traced the curve of her cheek with his index finger. Her skin was flawless, warm and silky. “What’s your name?”
She paused and an odd, little smile formed on her lips. “Does it matter?”
Normally it wouldn’t matter—in fact, there was no reason why it should matter, but for some reason it did matter. It mattered a lot. “Yes.”
Her smile changed, softened, and Trask was awestruck by just how simply beautiful she was. “Rena. My name is Rena.”
“Rena.” He liked the way it rolled off his tongue.
“And what about you?” she asked, leaning closer to him. He looked straight down into her very ample cleavage and took his time enjoying that magnificent view. His fingers itched to caress that soft skin, to feel the weight of her full, round breasts in his hands. “Do you have a name? Or should I just call you the sexy Darkman of my dreams?”
“I do like the sound of that.” He wondered if his presence was affecting her, making her more daring than she’d normally be or if this was just her nature. He had the power to inspire humans to say and do outrageous things simply by standing beside them. His gaze touched on her flamboyant red hair and he thought—hoped—that it was her and not a consequence of his influence. “But Trask is so much shorter and to the point.”
“Trask,” she said, and he had to admit, he liked the way his name sounded on her lips. He couldn’t wait to hear her scream it. Her eyes trailed over him, her gaze a provocative caress that sent hot, tingling ripples down his spine. “So, now that you’ve declared your love, what happens next?”
“Oh, you know, the usual.” He caught hold of a loose strand of her hair and twined it around his fingers. The tension between them rocketed up a few notches and he inhaled the essence of her arousal, breathing it deep into his body, relishing the flavor of her. “A whirlwind romance, storybook marriage, honeymoon in Paris.”
“Followed swiftly by a quickie divorce in Mexico, right?”
Her voice was tinged with unmistakable venom and the bitterness sliced through the hazy, plush cloud of their lust. Startled by the mental slap in the face, Trask dropped his hand back to his side. Darkness deepened around him as anger settled in. He did not like this turn of events at all. “What makes you think I’d do anything quick with you?”
“I see,” she said, and he watched her features soften as her mood shifted. Humans were so extraordinarily complex. He didn’t think he’d ever understand their ability to feel so much, so quickly and thoroughly, even when those emotions were completely contradictory. Demons were defined by their desires, embodiments of the thing they hungered after. There was never a reason for a demon to feel anything more than his driving need. Everything else just got in the way of the goal.
Her bitterness ebbed away, gone almost as quickly as it had come, and she favored him with a dazzling, flirtatious smile. “You’re a slow-and-steady kind of guy then?”
“Oh yes,” he said, returning her grin. “And I always win in the end.”
She laughed, a lovely, musical sound that tugged at his insides. She leaned into him, a whisper of space between them and he could feel the heat of her body on his skin. “Hmm,” she said, and bit down on her lower lip. Her fingers flitted over his collarbone. “I do like confidence.”
He caught her hand and brought it to his lips. “Then you’re definitely going to like me.”
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About the Author:
World-renowned neurosurgeon, jet fighter pilot, secret member of American royalty, seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy angels and demons and vampires and werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has done it all…in her own mind. In reality, she can generally be found at her desk with a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini. It really depends on the day.
Feedback, comments, opinions, words of wisdom, chocolate cake and the addresses of super hot men are always appreciated and encouraged. Please feel free to contact Lisa any time.
Email: [email protected]
Website: www.lisafoxromance.com
Twitter: @LisaFoxRomance
Flesh Spills and Secret Thrills by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse
House of Erotica brings you a collection of sexy rubenesque short stories, sensually written by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse. This range of exciting stories will leave you desperately wanting to read on…
Stories include:-
Flesh Spills and Secret Thrills
When Lorella’s boyfriend Chris suggests that she’d look sexy in a corset, she finds the mere thought hilarious. A big girl like her would look ridiculous in such a thing! But as she’s always up for trying something new, she hits the online shops. When her new corset arrives, Lorella can’t wait to try it on and see how she looks, ready to surprise Chris when he gets home. But when she does, she gets a thrilling surprise of her own.
Miri on the Wall
Callum’s a prolific artist, with many beautiful models on his books. But there’s only one that stands out for him – Miri. He’s never had the courage to do anything about his feelings, though. When a client commissions a nude painting of a rubenesque woman, Callum has a dilemma. Miri is the only suitable model – but will she agree to the project? And how will Callum cope with the object of his love and lust being completely naked in front of him?
Carnal Praise
The Bishop is visiting and Caroline is practising her solo when her husband stops accompanying her on the piano and initiates a far more carnal kind of praise.
Down Amongst the Daffodils
Rachel bumps into an old crush from school, Stephen, who’s now a gardener at a local park. They get down and dirty in the grass beside the bright yellow daffodils.
Available from:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
All Romance eBooks
Barnes & Noble
1PlaceforRomance.com
iBooks
*****
More about the authors:
Victoria Blisse: http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk
Lucy Felthouse: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk
Okay, now THIS is scary. I follow blogger Mike Szymanski at the Bisexuality Examiner. I can’t remember quite how I found him in the first place – probably through the BiWriters group I belong to on Yahoo. But if I’d gone looking for him on a Google search, without that personal connection, I might never have found him. Did you know that when you start to search the term “bisexual” or “bisexuality,” the Google auto-complete function is blocked? This vastly reduces the number of hits you’re likely to get – making it appear there’s almost nothing out there on your topic.
He’s referencing a Huffington Post article by Faith Cheltenham, who’s done some research on this issue. As she points out, how many bisexual persons just looking for validation and affirmation will never find what they’re seeking because Google has blocked the auto-complete for searching the term bisexual? She offers data, and has some links to give Google some feedback. If you care about this issue, hop on over there and help fight bi invisibility.
The Emerald Room by Scarlett Knight
Experience the passion that ignites when handsome older men connect with young beautiful women. This steamy collection of four erotic short stories includes the kind of sexy encounters that only a blending of experience and youth can bring. Read how a composed college professor gives over to his lust for one of his faithful students, witness a seasoned theatre director succumbing to the stubborn wiles of a hot young actress in his play, and more.
Available from:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
All Romance eBooks
Barnes & Noble
And all other good eBook retailers.
*****
Excerpt:
The Emerald Room bar was one of the classier joints where Nate got paid to play these days. Every Friday for the past two months, he put on a jacket and bowtie and sat at their shiny baby grand, tickling the keys for his two-hour set. It was a hell of a lot better than some of the trashy spots he was forced to waste his talent in, places whose patrons were so noisy and crude, where his music drowned beneath the sound of shrill laughter and glass breaking.
But not this place.
Aside from the nice paycheck, and aside from the sleek marble-topped bar and tall cherry wood seats, and aside from the polite, well-dressed folks who not only listened to him but tipped as well, there was the goddess.
She always showed up when he was about thirty minutes into his set, usually around the time he was playing soundtrack tunes from movies like The Godfather. In she’d stride, wearing one of her killer dresses. Sometimes it was the little black one, her hair cascading like a golden wave down her bare back. Other times she wore the sparkling red number. Tonight she donned a silver gown with a slit all the way up to the top of her right leg, the lacy band of her stocking peeking out whenever she moved just right on the barstool.
God, did Nate have a thing for stockings.
Her black stilettos only made her heavenly legs even more mouthwatering, the way they caused the calf muscles to flex just right. In between songs he took a sip of his bourbon and loosened his tie. To imagine those legs wrapped around him…it was the fuel for many a fantasy after he went home, too chicken shit to talk to her.
Today we’re thrilled to welcome as our guest Jane Wenham-Jones, with her exciting new release, Prime Time.
“Write what you know” is my mantra and all my novels have been based loosely on experiences I’ve had myself or, in the case of Perfect Alibis, (that’s my story and I’m sticking to it) the exploits of my friends.
My third novel, One Glass is Never Enough, for example, is about three women who own a wine bar in Broadstairs – something I did for a couple of years.
One of our regulars was Trevor McCallum, director of Red Door TV, who made a series called Just for Starters for the Good Food Channel (then UKTV Food. Trevor soon picked up on my media tart tendencies- perhaps it was the way I kept serving up my publicity shots along with his wine and shouting “Make Me A Star!”
Trevor suggested that I, along with my friend and co-owner of the bar, Jacqui and one of our staff, Will, might like to take part in one of the programmes. We had to prepare a course each and then come together at the end as it to have a dinner party.
I chose to do the main course.
This was mainly so I could demonstrate one of the few things I know I can do well, which is to make perfect mashed potato. (For the secret you will have to read Wannabe a Writer We’ve Heard Of? – footnote 10)
I usually do my supermarket shopping in Waitrose (product placement, Mr John Lewis?) but on this particular occasion, for reasons I now forget, I was forced into a rival supermarket to get my ingredients.
This one did not have the helpful little signs I was used to: suitable for mashing etc so I bought “general purpose” spuds.
Which, despite being endlessly boiled, remained like bullets and responded to my enthusiastic wielding of the masher by shooting from the saucepan and hitting the cameraman.
We had to stop filming while everyone became hysterical and then pulverise the things with a hand-held blender. The resultant mass was like over-thick wallpaper paste. Later we had to eat it.
It tasted fine. The potato was the topping to my own recipe, a Mediterranean twist to a British classic – Spicy Turkish Goatherd’s Pie. Amusingly, the recipe is still up on the internet – now more boringly named Turkish Shepherd’s Pie and not attributed to me. (Although I suppose the latter is fair enough since all I did was look up how Delia made the standard version and then add half my spice cupboard.) Click here if you want something to make for dinner tonight http://uktv.co.uk/food/recipe/aid/512074.
And if you’d like to see how this and other on-camera moments finally inspired a fourth novel about daytime TV, Prime Time is now available in paperback and for download. 
Thanks for having me here today.
*****
A British romantic comedy by Jane Wenham-Jones, author of Perfect Alibis.
Laura Meredith never imagined herself appearing on TV, she’s too old, too flabby, too downright hormonal, and much too busy holding things together for her son, Stanley, after her husband left her for a younger, thinner replacement. But best friend Charlotte is a determined woman and when Laura is persuaded on to a daytime show to talk about her PMT, everything changes. Suddenly there’s a camera crew tracking her every move and Laura finds herself an unlikely star. But as things hot up between her and gorgeous TV director, Cal, they’re going downhill elsewhere. While Laura’s caught up in a heady whirlwind of beauty treatments, makeovers and glamorous film locations, Charlotte’s husband, Roger, is concealing a guilty secret, Stanley’s got problems at school, work’s piling up, and when Laura turns detective to protect Charlotte’s marriage, things go horribly wrong. The champagne’s flowing as Laura’s prime time TV debut looks set to be a hit. But in every month, there’s a “Day Ten” …
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*****
Jane is the author of four novels and two non-fiction books – Wannabe a Writer? – a humorous look at becoming a scribe – and Wannabe a Writer We’ve Heard Of? a guide to the art of book and self promotion. As a freelance journalist she has appeared in a wide range of women’s magazines and national newspapers and writes regular columns for Woman’s Weekly and Writing Magazine, where she is the agony aunt. Jane is an experienced tutor who is regularly booked by writing conferences and literary festivals to run workshops and give talks on all aspects of the writing process. She is also a member of Equity, has presented for the BBC on both TV and radio and has done her fair share of daytime TV, particularly when promoting her controversial second novel Perfect Alibis (subtitled How to have an affair and get away with it…) It was those – sometimes hair-raising – TV experiences that inspired Prime Time, her new novel. For more information see http://www.janewenham-jones.com and http://janewenhamjones.wordpress.com/.
Today we’re thrilled to welcome as our guest Giselle Renarde, author of erotica and queer fiction and fellow member of Sapphic Planet
Why don’t you start by telling us about yourself? Giselle Renarde: I’m Canadian, I’m queer, and my work is most commonly described (by fans and detractors alike) as “different.” Writing erotica and queer fiction is my full-time job, so I’m poor but happy. I love a geek girl, I love my mother, I love my cats, but in very different ways.
Do you read primarily print books, ebooks, or both? Giselle Renarde: I read print books almost exclusively, even though I write ebooks almost exclusively. Reading them feels like work, since writing them IS my work.
Tell us about your writing: How long have you been writing? What genre(s) do you write in? What have you written (short stories, novels, etc.)? What works are currently for sale? Where? Giselle Renarde: I’ve been writing professionally for about 6 years, and I currently have over 50 ebooks on the market (over 100 if you count anthology contributions), as well as 6 print books (Anonymous, Ondine, My Mistress’ Thighs, The Red Satin Collection, Audrey & Lawrence, and Stacy’s Dad Has Got It Going On). Short stories are closest to my heart, I must admit. I write across genres, but I gravitate toward contemporary fiction. I write every sexuality, but my personal preference is lesbian and queer literature, especially stories involving characters who are trans or genderqueer.
What made you decide to write? Giselle Renarde: A friend dared me to write an erotic story and see if I could get it published. That’s how I started my career as a writer. On a dare.
What made you chose to write erotic literature in particular? Is there any other genre you’d like to write? And if so, why? Giselle Renarde: Well, that dare pretty much put me on my path, but I felt like I had a lot to write about because my life has been… “different.” I identify as queer. I spent 10 years of my life as mistress to a married man who was over 30 years older than me. I’ve never been married or had kids or owned a car or smoked a cigarette. My primary attraction is to women, and my girlfriend of 4 years identifies as male-to-female transsexual. I think my differentness probably makes my work unrelatable to readers who are interested in formula romance, but it’s there for people who want something… different.
Which comes first when you’re starting to write a new story: character, setting, plot, or theme? Giselle Renarde: Often it’s a situation, or a spark of a concept. But a story isn’t a story until there are characters, and my characters have a habit of taking over. Sometimes MY idea never plays out because THEY want to take the story in another direction. What can I do? I’m nothing without them.
Any advice for those who want to write? Giselle Renarde: Submit work everywhere. If you get acceptances, that’s awesome. If you get rejections, EVERY WRITER GETS REJECTIONS. So… congratulations, you’re a writer! I remember when I first started out, I took every rejection letter so personally. Oh, they just about killed me! I would procrastinate about opening my inbox because… what if there’s one in there, waiting for me? Eep! Since then, I’ve learned not to ascribe meaning to rejection letters. They don’t bother me anymore.
If an editor takes the time to give you advice, take it. There’s a lot of putting ego aside in writing. Don’t argue. Oh my goodness, don’t go on public forums and call a publisher names because they won’t take your work! I’ve seen this, and it baffles me. Would these people go into a job interview so belligerently? Anyway, you’re not going to do that. You’re smart. You know that the most important part of writing is writing. Write a good story, don’t be an asshole, and you’ll find your success, even if the journey is slow-going.
Which is your most popular work in terms of sales? Critical acclaim? Which is your favorite book you’ve written and why? Giselle Renarde: Funny you should ask. My best-selling book of all time is “Stacy’s Dad Has Got It Going On.” It hit the ground running. Amazon best-seller, etc. I think people bought it thinking it was spank-me-daddy age play and then realized it wasn’t, because it is my most universally despised book… ever. Everybody hates it, except those who love it. But most people hate it.
As for garnering critical acclaim, my anthology of transgender fiction and poetry “My Mistress’ Thighs” was awarded an honourable mention in the 2011 Rainbow Awards, but authentic trans fiction is such a niche market that it hardly sells at all.
My favourite book has got to be Nanny State. It’s lesbian kink, fetish, age play, domination, diapers, lesbian threesomes, spanking… it’s just non-stop. I was so excited writing that book. I remember sitting in my computer chair, writing three words and then bouncing up and down clapping my hands because it was just SO HOT. It pushed my boundaries as a writer and a person, and I just love it. Above all that, my girlfriend the grammar geek edited the book for me, and it was the first piece we’d worked on together. It’ll always be special for that reason.
What’s your earliest childhood memory? Giselle Renarde: Sunlight in a yellow room.
Are you a book hoarder? Giselle Renarde: God, yes.
What’s the one question you wish people would ask you when you tell them you’re a writer? How would you answer it? Giselle Renarde: The questions I wish they WOULDN’T ask are “What do you write?” and “How much money do you make?” (The money question appears courtesy of my uncle). As for my answers: “Nothing I’d want my mother to read,” and “Enough to live below the poverty line.”
Do you have a favorite character out of all the ones you’ve written? If so, who is it and why is s/he your favorite? Giselle Renarde: I have a soft spot for Bernice and Layla from “Friday Night Lipstick.” Bernice in particular was inspired by a friend of my girlfriend’s, and I guess I paired her up with the luscious Layla to somehow compensate fictionally for her real-life hardships.
Bernice and Layla are both trans women. Layla presents female 24/7 while Bernice is fairly closeted, trapped in a marriage that keeps her from blossoming as fully as she’d like to. They’re a little older than your average romance heroines, but for me that was half the appeal of writing them. They’ve been friends for twenty years, and swinging single Layla has been in love with married Bernice all the while. The one thing Layla never realized was that Bernice’s wife is abusive, emotionally and physically. Layla likes lovin’ but she’d never intrude upon a happy marriage. Now that she knows Bernice’s marriage isn’t functioning, everything changes. Friday Night Lipstick hits the market July 13th from the TransFix line at loveyoudivine Alterotica.
Is there a way for fans and others to contact you? (email, social networking links, etc.) Giselle Renarde: I’m on twitter pretty much every day @gisellerenarde and I blog at donutsdesires.blogspot.com (that’s my home base) plus I have a website www.wix.com/gisellerenarde/erotica but that one’s pretty static. Oh, there’s also the dedicated site for my pansexual Wedding Heat series: www.weddingheat.wordpress.com
Tell us about your latest release – we’d love an excerpt, too! Giselle Renarde: My latest release, on an ongoing basis, is Wedding Heat. Wedding Heat is a pansexual series of stories released as ebooks. Each story focuses in on the sexy and romantic happenings of different guests at Maggie and Ed’s luxury woodland wedding retreat. There are 6 stories on the market so far, and more to come! I’d say my fave is Wedding Heat: Pretty Cousin. I’ve been waiting a long time to write that story.
BLURB
Vanessa’s had a crush on her cousin Maggie since before she knew what love was. They were inseparable growing up—that is, until Vanessa came out as lesbian. That confession sparked a rift between the girls that stretched out more than ten years
Two days before Maggie’s wedding, she meets up with Vanessa for the first time since they were teenagers and makes a confession of her own: Maggie’s mother was adopted by Vanessa’s grandparents. They aren’t related, not by blood. They aren’t really cousins at all.
Will Vanessa give in to her lust and try to seduce Maggie so close to the wedding? Or will Maggie give Vanessa no choice?
WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language and explicit lesbian sex between non-blood-related cousins.
EXCERPT:
“I can’t.”
Vanessa spoke so softly she could barely hear her own voice. Shaking her head, she let her gaze wander the length of Maggie’s naked flesh. God, what a body! Maggie’s thighs were like cream, two milky paths culminating in pinkness hidden beyond a trim strip of hair.
“I can’t, Mags, I just can’t.”
“Can’t what?” Maggie whined, reaching for the soap dish indented in the shower wall and pulling herself to standing. She opened the tiny bottle of shower gel and drizzled it across her breasts. “You can’t wash me? You can’t just wash me?”
The way Maggie said that word, wash, made it seem like not such a big deal. Still, Vanessa fought with herself: should she let go and abandon her good sense, or obey moral law and fight her urges and Maggie’s advances?
Maggie didn’t give her much choice. Grabbing Vanessa’s sopping shirtsleeves, the girl pulled her in for a kiss. She didn’t even see it coming. Her mind was clouded, hazy, lost in the heady sensation of Maggie’s tongue whipping around her mouth.
Moaning, Maggie pressed her big breasts against Vanessa’s front. They writhed together under the shower’s hot flow as the mango-scented body wash began to froth between them. In the midst of their frenzy Vanessa felt the tiny bubbles working their way through her undershirt and popping against her nipples. The sensation defied description. All she wanted was more.
“You’re such a good kisser!” Maggie cried as Vanessa licked her wet neck. “Oh god, that’s amazing!” Vanessa hesitated for an instant, assuring herself that Maggie wasn’t really her cousin, and then ran her hands across the supple length of the girl’s waiting flesh, tracing the perimeter, exploring all the boundaries. “I want to lick your pussy so bad, Mags.”
“Do it.” Maggie’s voice was tight and high, like she was so desperate for this to happen she could barely speak. “Do it now!”
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