Thursday, September 30, 2010

13 Foods Great for Foreplay!


Food can be SO PLEASURABLE. Don't you think? I thought about adding ways to use the following food, but I’ll let you use your imagination!

1. Whipped Cream


2. Chocolate syrup

3. Strawberries or various other berries


4. Honey


5. Champagne


6. Jelly


7. Ice cubes


8. Cucumbers or zucchinis

9. Pudding

10. Pop Rocks

11. Fudgesicles

12. Bananas


13. Dipping caramel


And then? What else... Go take a shower together!

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

*New* Video Trailer for Where The Rain Is Made - Keta Diablo



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Excerpt: Surrender Love (R)

This is an excerpt from my 2010 EPIC Award Winner in Erotic SciFi Romance, Surrender Love. It features the beginning love story between the immortal Sempervian Luc Saint-Cyr and the Kin male, Izzorah Ceeow.

Scene set up:  Concerned when he discovers Izzorah had suffered from a common childhood disease that often shortens the lives of the feline Kin, Luc has Nanchonta, a fellow Sempervian who can heal with his touch examine him. The healer discovers not only problems with Izzorah's heart, but also with his eyes, and does what he can to heal him. Izzorah obtains a promise from Nanchonta to keep the near-blindness a secret from Luc. The healer advises Luc against sex until after Izzorah has had surgery to repair his damaged heart. This scene is from Izzorah's point of view shortly before Luc rejoins him.
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Forearms braced against the wall, Izzorah rested his head on them and let the hot shower beat on his back.
Luc! How did I get hooked on you so fast? Where are you? He shut his eyes, imagining his lover's naked chest beneath his hands, his dark wet skin lathered with soap.
Izzorah ran his hands across the coarse, curly hair sprinkled across the center of Luc's chest, down the center of his ripped abs, to his navel and then his groin. He wrapped one hand around Luc's shaft. "You're so big. Thick. Hard. How will I ever get my mouth all the way around you? How will I ever take you inside me?"
Luc's whiteless eyes gleamed. He leaned in close, tilted his head, and kissed him, pulled back and moved close again. "Mine," he whispered and then took Izzorah's mouth in a possessive kiss.
Izzorah surrendered to Luc, wrapped in his arms, protected and cherished.
Heat made him dizzy, and he braced himself in the corner. Nanchonta had warned him not to overexert himself. He didn't mean no sex, did he? No way he would give up Luc. At least I'll die happy.
"Izzorah?" Luc's voice sounded far away.
He opened the glass door and poked his head out of the shower. The room felt cold after the hot mist. "I'm in here."
Luc entered the room, already stripped to shirt and pants. "Thought you were taking a bath." He started opening his shirt.
"Didn't want to get in the tub without you. It felt lonely."
His lover grinned. "We can shower first and then laze about in the tub together. As long as it's not too hot. I hear heat's bad for the heart. Sound good?"
Izzorah couldn't suppress a toothy smile. "Perfect. Will you stop worrying?"
"Me? Never." He smiled as he stepped out of his pants. "Is there room in there for me?"
"Hell, yeah."
When Luc tossed the pants across a rack and the shirt after them, the design embroidered on the cuff caught Izzorah's attention. He gasped. Slender bottles on the shelf near the sink held blue and white creams. The faucet was shaped like a swan, arched over a white crystal basin supported on a pedestal. The handles were shaped like wings. Soaps sat on a small bowl to the left.
Luc looked over his shoulder and then back at Izzorah. "Is something wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Izzorah blinked twice, rubbed his eyes, and blinked again. Things were barely fuzzy at all. He stood in the open shower door, unwilling to look away from the sights around him, especially Luc, with his sexy smile, the broad curve of his chest, and brawny arms.
"Rah? What is it? You're scaring me. Say something."
"I --" He met Luc's gaze. I can see you. Really, actually see you, as well as if we stood toe to toe. He started laughing, kept on laughing while Luc came near, squinting.
"Izzorah, love. Are you all right?"
He couldn't stop laughing, struck by the irony of his situation. My heart's ready to give out, and my eyes start working. How screwed up am I?
Nanchonta had sworn to keep his blindness a secret but had insisted on examining his eyes. Izzorah had spent so long looking into the man's eyes he'd gotten lost in their pale depths. Did Nanchonta do something to me? How long will it last? Izzorah laughed again, giggles bubbling up out of him. He clamped a hand over his mouth.
"Oh, Rah." Luc wrapped his arms around him. "You're freezing. Let's get you in the hot water."
He let Luc maneuver him into the shower, laughing until tears ran down his cheeks.
Luc turned on other controls, and soothing, hot water sprayed from all around the shower stall, putting them in the middle of a mist. The water sparkled in the air, catching the light and making arcs of color.
"Oh!" Water beaded on Izzorah's hands, glistened on his golden skin. It shone on Luc's dark skin like diamonds, and Izzorah spread his hands across the man's chest. "Beautiful. So many colors."
"Did Nanchonta give you something?" Luc captured his face in his hands. "Look at me, babe." Luc was squinting, concerned for him. "Are you all right?"
Even in the midst of so much water, Izzorah caught the scent of his worry.
"I'm fine, Luc. I…" His attention wavered to the mist around them. "So many colors. Oh, look! Is this what a rainbow looks like?"
The water cut off. Luc opened the door. "Come on. Let's get you into bed."
"But --" Izzorah let Luc sweep him along. "It was so pretty. I've never seen a rainbow before."
"I'm going to kill Nanchonta." Luc toweled Izzorah down, wrapped him in a bath sheet, grabbed one for himself, and led him to the bed. He pulled down the covers. "Here. Get in, love."
Izzorah probed the skin on Luc's arm. "You're so many colors. You're darker here, on your elbow. And light up here." He skimmed his fingers across Luc's shoulder. "I never noticed."
Luc fumbled with something on the nightstand. "McDoth! Get hold of Nanchonta and get him back here on the double! And hurry, damn it!"
Izzorah gripped his arm. "Stay with me, Luc. I want to look at you. You're so beautiful."
"I'm not leaving you for a second." He swore in the Kin language, then switched to something vaguely Tyran-sounding, and then a language Izzorah had never heard before.
"Luc?"
"What is it, love?" He drew Izzorah's hand up to his mouth and kissed his palm.
"Are you making up cuss words? I've never heard any of the things you're saying, but I can tell you're mad."
Luc bit his lips. He laid Izzorah's hand against his own cheek and turned to kiss his palm. Water sparkled on his lashes. "I'm worried about you. Did Nanchonta give you anything? Any kind of drug?"
He shook his head. "He looked at me. Laid his hands on my shoulders, on my chest. Like he did Soli. Oh, it was so amazing. I wish you could've seen him. He picked the baby up and held him, little head in the palm of his hand and his body along one arm. They stared at one another for a long time. Soli didn't cry even once. It was like he knew Nanchonta was there to help him. After a bit, he closed his eyes and went to sleep, and when we held him, he felt normal. No fever. Nanchonta gave them some drops and said Soli'd be fine in a day or two. He's magic, Luc. He made it so I can --"
The door burst open, and Nanchonta charged into the room. "What's wrong?"
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Reviewer: Scandalous Nymph
http://literarynymphsreviewsonly.blogspot.com/2009/03/surrender-love.html
5 Nymphs
"I truly believe out of all the lovers I’ve seen Luc with, Rah is the one sent by whatever God grants love and happiness. He’s Luc’s gift for the times over the thousands of years where Luc was suffering or lonely. I absolutely loved this first book of the Surrender Trilogy, and I can’t wait to see where Ms. Allen is going to take us next."
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Pick up this book at Loose Id and prepare to surrender your heart.
Surrender Love
Not rebound, payback, loneliness, or the great sex, and far beyond love. This is surrender.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

A Vampire Exclusive

Good just-before-sunset (we don't call it Twilight anymore, do we?), folks. Vivien Jackson here. Christa Paige was going to post, but she got side-tracked. (Probably by a vampire. Or a uniformed officer of the law.)

Like many of you, I've been reading a lot of this "paranormal romance" stuff lately. It's fascinating, enlightening, and more often than not it sets mah e-book reader on fire. In a good way. However, like many readers and writers in the genre, I've had my questions about parts of it. So I phoned up an expert -- because I know so dang many -- and got the skinny on the nibbly. Hold on to yer broomsticks, witches!

I have with me tonight one Mikhail Komar. He's a So-Cal vampire who's made some cameo appearances in Christa Paige's Blood Vine books. He's also dark, ripped, and blue-eyed. Basically deep-fried sexy. Moreover, Mikhail has agreed to set us straight on all things vamp. Lucky us!


Vivien Jackson: Hi. You're pretty.

Mikhail Komar: Come again? Let’s talk about this pretty thing.

VJ: Pretty old, I mean. Pretty old. Right? Exactly how old are we talkin?

MK: I’m the baby of the family and coming up on my century and a half birthday. It’s going to be a big bash. Since I used to devise many ways to flirt with the coterie of the Grand Duchess Maria, I’d say I’m old enough.

VJ: Grand Duchess… okaaaay. That qualifies as old. And your full name is Mikhail Komar. What kind of name is that?

MK: It comes from the aristocratic lineage of my forbears who settled in Abkhazia. Any vampire with that name is proud and noble.

VJ: Abkhazia. Wow, that's a lot of consonants. Does anybody ever call you Misha?

MK: Misha? Anyone else would not get away with calling me that but for you, doll, I’ll make an exception.

VJ: Pardon me whilst I blush. There. I feel better now. Soooo, next question: Those Sookie books posit a hypothetical world where all you vamps are out of the closet.

MK: What’s in the closet? Maybe I’d like to stay in there. Right now, there’s too much danger in Los Angeles for us to reveal anything about our people. I’ll excuse your humanity for not understanding the threat.

VJ: Have you read the books or seen True Blood? Got any thoughts on 'em?

MK: We play shots whenever the show comes on. Sleeping in a coffin, one low-ball straight up. Implosions require one shot and a chaser. Sizzling silver, yeah that one incurs a couple fingers of scotch. The hawt sex… too bad they haven’t asked me to join the show. I’ve got some ideas there. If I met Eric, though, I’d shake his hand. Dude has a great grasp of foreign languages and runs a tight ship. I’d stop being a namby pamby tho and take Sookie as mine. Nothing doin if you let someone else bang what’s yours.

VJ: Who would win, a vampire, a werewolf, or SpiderMan?

MK: I can read thoughts Miz Jackson “Ab-licious” Really? Might want to clear your mind of ripped abdomens. I’d be happy to show you mine to give you an idea of perfection. A vampire of course would win, fangs down.

VJ: *more with the blushing* To the best of your knowledge, are there werewolves?

MK: I’ve been alive for a very long time. Never seen any person morph into a poof ball. Imagine how sucky that would be. One minute human, the next scratching for fleas or worse licking one’s…. *shudders* If I ever met a werewolf, provided he isn’t Native American because I am sure there are Bill of Rights rules about that, I’d domesticate it and be sure to have it housebroken before allowing it on the furniture.

VJ: Demons?

MK: Have you met my eldest brother Ivan? I believe evil roams this earth, roaring like a hungry lion. Is it a demon stalking you in the deep, dark of night? Or a rogue angel? Perhaps. I’ve seen horrible atrocities, Miss Jackson, I have no doubt Demons are at work, and evil is insidious.

VJ: Fairies?

MK: I live in West Hollyweird, but I don’t think you mean those types. TinkerBell I’ve heard won’t exist if I say there are no fairies. I’m ok with all-out murdering of assholes and slitting the throats of half-breed bastards who harm my sister, but I won’t take the rap for slaying TinkerBell. Can’t have that on my eternal conscience.

VJ: The tooth fairy?

MK: Do you know, the Fang Fairy leaves C-notes? I would have loved catching that hot little fairy when she came to collect my canines. She could reward me any way she pleased.

VJ: Team Edward or Team Jacob?

MK: Neither. Have you seen the way they dress? And what’s with the Volvo? Soccer moms, sparkly or not, drive in hatchbacks. I’ve got a Testarossa, wanna take a spin in it with me? I’ll go fast, or really slow. But, honestly, Jacob at least has balls and seems to use ‘em. I don’t support any male vampire who lets a woman lead him around by the dick. Gotta vamp up, take advantage of the superiority.

VJ: I will endeavor to stop visualizing you in a Ferrari. Or leading you around by genitalia. *endeavoring* Ah, now I feel better. Do you ever worry about the Feds finding out about your cannibalistic practices?

MJ: Don’t you know cannibalism is the new black? I believe you have been reading those horror novels, again. I’d be happy to show you what it means to have a vampire dine on you….

VJ: *endeavoring* Have you or your kind ever run afoul of governments because you, you know, eat people?

MK: *glowers* We do not eat people. America doesn’t even know we exist, so no afoul running there. We have had our dealings with Russia, but those are handled by the fang-squad internally on a need to know basis. Sorry, but you don’t need to know.

VJ: … about that. Check. Okay: Does virgin blood taste better?

MK: Human blood is human blood: ordinary. I stay far away from virgin Kan Asma females, though. Biting one of them and sipping from her vein means curtains for my bachelor-hood. My brother Traian declares there is nothing as sweet tasting as an innocent mate. I’ll simply take his word for it.

VJ: You have special powers, right? What's yours?

MK: *reaches over to touch Miss Jackson* I can wield currents of energy and manipulate them into a heat source. Very handy during sexcapades. Women love what I can do with the simple stroke of my fingertip. Feel it?

VJ: *ENDEAVORING* What about shapeshifting into a bat? Can you do that?

MK: Right, can you turn into a squirrel? No? Well, we are a people similar to humans. Same physical make-up only with better genetics. Our Híbe talents run the gamut, but no one has ever turned into a bat. My sister has an affinity for romance novels with shapeshifting dragons, but we don’t have that power either. I may look civilized, Miss Jackson, but I don’t need to morph into an animal to scare the shit out of someone. My fangs will do the job all by their lonesome.

VJ: Mirrors: can I see you in one or not?

MK: *quirks an eyebrow and mutters about vampire lore* I might have a wicked, soul but I assure you that has nothing to do with seeing a reflection or not. How else could I get this scruffy perfection and precisely clipped goatee? Its vamp-scaping to the fullest and I do need a mirror to achieve such excellence.

VJ: Do you have one over your bed?

M: Wanna come over and see if I do?

VJ: Sorry, that was inappropriate. MuchlikethethoughtsI'mhaving. Anyhoo...

MK: I like your thoughts, let’s indulge them. I’m especially intrigued by the one with the belt and cuffs. Oh and chocolate too. Why Miss Jackson you do have a naughty, dirty mind. You should come over sometime.

VJ: If I eat garlic and then you suck me, do you have to use an EpiPen?

MK: Are you offering, then? Want to try it out? I’d have to sip from you long and hard to make sure. We can add some wine to sweeten things up a bit. *smirks with a hint of fang.* Is that another blush? Very nice. Okay, I’ll play fair. The only thing I’m allergic to is the sun.

VJ: Tangentially, is "suck me" the correct terminology or "bite me"?

MK: Either one works like an invitation, doll. I’m so there, fangs a’ready. Just tip your head to the side, a little bit more…

VJ: Sure. Yes. I mean, good to know! Are you cold or warm to the touch?

MK: I’m hotter than a Texan on a T-bone steak.

VJ: Can I check to make sure you didn't just fib me?

MK: *pulls shirt up* Take your time.

VJ: Ummm hmmmm. Finally, the last question of the night: How do you get from LA to Australia without getting crispy fried by sunlight?

MK: Layovers aren’t just for quickies in the bathroom…. Ah, okay, you want me to answer seriously. Well, I’ve never been down under, so I have no anecdotal information there. It takes a lot of planning to ensure we don’t get caught ass bare in the sun. But with internet check-ins and a variety of flights to choose from, only stupid vampires would go non-stop into a radiation fry-fest.

Now, if that’s all, thank you, Miss Jackson, for visiting me tonight. Would you like to stay until sunrise? I’ll make it worthwhile….
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Well, there was going to be more to the interview, but I got sidetracked. Still: See? Informative! And I didn't even ask him if he sparkles.

**Thanks Vivien for taking Mikhail off my hands for a while. He can be a trouble-maker. I hope you had fun. If not, I could find some creative ways to punish him. Let's see, wonder if it's time to have Mikhail meet his mate?

Monday, September 27, 2010

Poor Vivien, She Had No Idea

April: Today, I'm introducing a fairly new blogger to Romance Writers Behaving Badly, Vivien Jackson!!! I'm not sure she realized what she was getting into when she agreed to this interview. I'm so EVIL that way. LOL.

But let's get started! Welcome Vivien. I'm very interested to talk with anyone who writes erotica and erotic romance :>, especially a woman who thinks watching a man do dishes is sexy. LOL.

If washing dishes, such a mundane task, led you to pursue writing hawt shmex as you put it... I hate to imagine the kinkiest, sexiest thing you’ve ever done... um... but if you want to share (April blushes):


Vivien: Changed my clothes on stage in front of about three hundred people (it was in the script, honest). Also, getting frisky in the catwalk of a theatre right behind the Fresnels was pretty hot. Literally and figuratively.

April: Oh wow. Cough, cough. Fans self. Most of the time writers are really quiet in their real lives (or maybe they're just keeping something from me). So I can't imagine if you get that wild in real life ... well, just how bad do you get with your writing, are we talking just suggestion or downright bondage?

V: If the character will do it, I will write it. I’m a complete slave to those guys.

A: Slave hugh? I'm getting images of Vivien in a sexy pose, bound, being "tortured" by Adonises while a mighty male hand wields a soapy sponge. MAN, why do I have the soapy image of male hands fried to my brain now.

Let's move on, shall we. What’s the best thing you’ve ever written—the best line?

V: Well, the best lines are all about set-up, so pinching one out of context probably wouldn’t have the same effect. However, if I had to pick a single line that sums up an entire story, it’d be this one from an erotica short, an unpublished follow-up to “Unless”:

“Really, like bunnies?”

A: Oh, my mind wanders. LOL... toward sex. And rabbits do a LOT of that. ;>

If you could have any movie star take on a role as one of your heroes, who would it be?

V: I hadn’t thought of this before, but now that you mention it, I can sort of see Jason Momoa as Alice’s big burly off-limits boss, John Mero, in the novel I’m currently working on.

A: Again, what's with all of these writers knowing way more sexy guys than I do. Sigh. I do need to get our more.

Already I'm getting a feel for just how hot your stuff must be... but how long do you like them (hehehehe I just can't get away from the word long and sex together. I'm so juvenile)? I mean your manuscripts?

V: I would like my manuscripts to be around 90k. In reality, my two works-in-progress are hovering at 40k with only half of the outlines filled in. My published pieces are shorts, between 5 and 10k.

A: There's always the one kind of scene we all dread. Some, it's the action sequences but more and more I hear it's the sex scenes. For you, what are the hardest scenes to write?

V: Uck, definitely those necessary-for-plot things that don’t have much emotional or action content. It’s hard to cram transition and exposition into a car chase or sex scene, but boy am I trying.

A: Agreed. The slow build up of tension through scenes that are not sex related are very difficult.

Now, I always like to slip this in just in case I have an author that's a bit shy - How close in real life have you gotten to one of your fantasies?

V: Someone sent me a note once asking if he could help with my exhibitionist fantasy. I must have read the note a dozen times, but I never took him up on the offer. Yeah, I know: coward.

A: Holy COW. People DO THAT????????????? And um... why didn't you? That would have been wild? No... okay... you don't have to answer but HOLY COW.

(April to self)Ahem... pull yoursel together woman - this is a serious interview. Not a tell all.

(Just April now) With that insight, I'd better get back to the questions.

What would you want other writers and your readers to know about you?

V: I love the sex, but I love the characters more. Someday, if I’m good enough, a reader will love them as much as I do. That’s what I write for.

A: Vivien, I think you've hit on something that is so true for so many authors. They love writing the sexy stuff but the characters --- those are the ones you want to share with the world.

Okay, last question:  Anything you would like to share with us, an excerpt, a tidbit, or anything else about yourself?

V: Here’s a nibble from “Come Hither,” a short featuring two competitive sales professionals who are trying to figure out who has the better pick-up technique:

"How about this, then: I catch his eye from across the room, raise my eyebrows like so," she demonstrated," and lick the tip of the bottle." Again with the demonstration, sliding her tongue in a circular motion, dipping it into the slit at the top of the dark-glass bottle. She noticed that Sean sat up a little straighter. Good: He was paying attention. "If he didn't look away, I might take a long, deep swig," she went on, closing her lips around the neck of the bottle, tilting her head back, and swallowing.

Sean's explosion of laughter was hardly the reaction she was after, but at least Angela didn’t sputter on her drink. Instead, she set the beer on the bar, tongued a drop off the corner of her mouth, and frowned. "What, you don't think I can execute an appropriate come-hither?"

And it’s on.

A: Excellent !!! Wow, that sounds hot. Thank you so much for the interview. I might have to call you up sometime to ... um... get some pointers.
 
If anyone would like to check out more about Vivien, you can find her at http://www.vivienjackson.com/

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Choosing A Title For Your Wonderful Novel . . .

Do you choose a title for a book before you write it, during the process or after you write “The End”? I never know the title of my WIP until I’m almost finished. Once or twice the title came to me while poring over my research documents. That’s how I chose the title Where The Rain Is Made, and believe me, many have asked what the title means. I’m about to tell you . . .

You can probably tell by the cover that the main theme of Where The Rain Is Made is Native American (well that, and romance). I delved into mounds of research about the Cheyenne while writing the book and it was a fascinating journey. There was no such word as heaven in their vocabulary. They called the place where the rain is made.

The hero in the book, Meko, is a shapeshifter. He has the ability to morph into a raven. Of course, birds spend a great deal of their life above or below the clouds. It seemed only natural that Meko would soar toward where the rain is made after his transformations.

So unlike our modern beliefs and customs, the Cheyenne had many intriguing customs. For instance, when a Dog Soldier died he wasn’t buried on a platform or placed into a tree like the others of the tribe. He was left on the prairie for his brothers, the animals, to feast upon.

When a young person in the tribe died, the People left food outside his lodge for many months. They believed he wasn’t prepared for his death journey and wanted to make sure he didn’t go hungry while he lingered between this world and the next. If the food was gone in the morning, they were convinced the dead spirit ate it (not the hungry camp dogs).

Completing a book is immensely satisfying, but I thoroughly enjoy what I learn along the way. Sometimes I enjoy it too much. I’m one of those who can spend hours surfing the net for information and pretty soon I have twelve windows open and forgot what I intended to look for when I started out.

Here’s to learning and research. I hope your next WIP takes you on an enthralling adventure.









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If you'd like to know more about Where The Rain Is Made, you can read the first two chapters here: http://tinyurl.com/2drur2y


WHERE THE RAIN IS MADE
An Erotic Paranormal
Keta Diablo

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A decadent-looking savage has captured Francesca DuVall and her brother, Marsh. Now she must spend every waking moment planning an escape from the camp of the brutal savages. What she doesn't count on is the powerful draw of desire interfering with her scheme.

Ethan Gray is a curator at a national museum in Washington, D.C. . . . most of the time. But when he travels through time to help his beloved People, he becomes Meko, leader of the most revered and feared tribe of the plains, the Cheyenne Dog Soldiers.

Their worlds are decades apart, yet Meko can’t resist the dark beauty he kidnapped during a raid. He has many battles to fight, but none more crucial than capturing Cesca’s heart forever.

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SINFUL SATURDAY: Weird Aphrodisiacs from Around the World

No matter where you go in the world, people are looking for ways to spice up their sex life. Many aphrodisiacs have no scientific basis behind them, but here are some interesting (ie: WEIRD) ones from around the globe.

Eastern Asia—Ground rhino horns
Supposedly a cure for erectile dysfunction

Chinese, Egyptians, Hindus—Licorice
Increases sexual arousal and stamina

Indonesia and Malaysia—Bat meat
Often served whole to spice up the sex life. It probably tastes like chicken

India and Nepal—Rhinoceros urine
To increase sexual desire and vitality

Columbia—Big-bottomed ants
Often given to newly-married couples to spice up the wedding night.

Asia—Snake blood
A potent sex enhancer

Scandinavia--Reindeer antlers
To make you horny

From the Romans and Greeks—Aniseed
To increase your desire

China—Snake meat
Eaten, will recharge the sexual batteries

Aztecs—Avocado
The avocado tree was known as ahuacuatl, or "testicle tree.” Thought to have passion-inducing properties

Cambodia—Deep-fried tarantula
To help a man feel frisky “down there.”

Germany—Asparagus
The phallic-looking veggie supposedly stirs the loins, so to speak.

Becca Simone writes erotic romance for The Wild Rose Press. Personally, she would rather go sexless than eat deep-fried tarantula or a whole bat with eyes. Becca's Halloween story, Midnight Treat, is available now. You can learn more about her and her writing at her website.




Friday, September 24, 2010

Flirty Friday- What's he trying to tell you ?

Have you ever met a person and tried to figure out their body language? I must admit it happens daily to me. I'm a people watcher and love to make up creative reasons as to what their life is about. And watching their faces, hand gestures and body language tells a story of its own.



When a man is interested in a woman he makes direct eye contact. He can't get enough of looking into her eyes. He wants her to know she's the only thing on his mind. He is hinged on her every word and move.










If his body is relaxed- he's really into you.










Steepled hands means he's authoritive- which could be beneficial to you if you're submissive.


Avoidance of eye contact- better to leave this one to another.



All body movements can tell a story...
so what's his story?

Thursday, September 23, 2010

How Important Is The Title Of A Book? . . .

Below is a list of 13 classic, beloved books. Have you ever wondered how much influence a title has with readers? I know I have. I’ve read most of the books on this list, and I’ll be the first to admit the writing in almost every case is compelling, the plot strong, and the characters deep.

But take a good look at the titles. Do they draw you in, make you wonder what the book is about? If you forget about the blurb for a second and look just at the title, doesn’t it sort of tell a story of its own, or at least make you want to find out what the story is about?

We should never underestimate the power of a book title. It’s a huge factor in determining whether or not people will opt to read it rather than the millions also beckoning them. Let’s pretend again for a moment you know nothing about the books you’re holding in your hands. One is The Red Badge of Courage, the other, Nasal Maintenance (there really is such a book). Which one would you buy? 

The Call of the Wild
1903, by Jack London
When his beloved master is killed, the dog Buck flees to the wild, where he becomes the leader of a wolf pack. Rousing adventure set in Alaska’s Klondike country.

Crime and Punishment
1886, by Fyodor Dostoevsky
First published in Russian in 1866, this masterful psychological novel shows the horror and remorse of Raskolnikoff, a student, after he has killed an old woman for her money.

The Red Badge of Courage
1895, by Stephen Crane
Through the eyes of Henry Fleming, a young Civil War soldier, we see the fears of battle and the inexplicable courage that comes when soldiers unite in a wartime machine.

A Tale of Two Cities
1859, by Charles Dickens
This dramatic story of Paris and London during the Reign of Terror contains some of Dickens’ most memorable characters—Madame Defarge with her knitting and the self-sacrificing Sidney Carton.

Heart of Darkness
1902, by Joseph Conrad
Marlow relates the tale of Mr. Kurtz, successful in his greedy quest for ivory in the African Congo but leaving in its place hunger, death and slavery, for the natives.

Of Mice and Men
1937, by John Steinbeck
George and Lenny, itinerant Depression-era farm laborers, have their dream of attaining the good life shattered on a troubled ranch in the the Salinas Valley in Steinbeck's monumental novella of social realism.


The Scarlet Letter
1850, by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Hawthorne’s novel is a study of sin, guilt, and revenge. Adultress Hester Prynne must bear public humiliation but Roger Chillingsworth and Arthur Dimmesdale suffer equally.

Wuthering Heights
1847, by Emily Bronte
Catherine and Heathcliff are the tempestuous lovers in this tale of passion and revenge on the Yorkshire moors.

Their Eyes Were Watching God
1937, by Zora Neale Hurston
An African-American woman in 1930s rural Florida finds freedom and self-knowledge through a personal journey encompassing three very different marriages.

Lord of the Flies
1954, by William Golding
A group of English schoolboys, marooned on a tropical island during a time of atomic warfare, bring both civilization and savagery to their community.

The Sound and the Fury
1929, by William Faulkner
The moral decay of the Old South is presented through the eyes of four members of the once prominent Compson family of Jefferson, Mississippi.

Invisible Man
1952, by Ralph Ellison
A young African American man moves to New York City and discovers he is “invisible,” seen only as a racial stereotype and never as himself.

Of Human Bondage
1915, by W. Somerset Maugham
Afflicted with a club foot, Philip Carey suffers through his life, struggling to free himself from a destructive love affair and finally finding contentment as a country doctor.

Happy choosing titles!




Keta Diablo writes erotic romance and gay fiction for numerous publishers. You can find her on the web at the links below.

Check back in three days, September 26th and Keta will tell you how she selects the titles of her books, including her latest release Where the Rain Is Made.

Keta’s Haunt Author Home: http://www.ketadiablo.com

Keta’s Erotic Romance Blog, Keta’s Keep, http://ketaskeep.blogspot.com

Keta’s Gay Fiction Blog, The Stuff of Myth and Men, http://thestuffofmythandmen.blogspot.com

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

The Language of Love



I have a question. Am I the only erotic author who frequently finds herself/himself at a loss for words when writing intimate scenes. How can this be? I know, I know, go buy a book. :) There are countless manuals and guides provided to find the exact sensual words, and yet... choose the wrong combination and a scene can fizzle like--well--like a limp dick.


Not unlike great sex, writing a passionate encounter is challenging, exciting, and satisfying. When all the parts work together and the final climax comes--either with a great crescendo or a sigh of sweet release--I'm ready for a cigarette and some mellow afterglow. 


I had a lot of mellow moments while writing the first book in my Bounty Hunters series. Meet Charlie Wolf  McCallister and Miss Naomi Parker in a snippet from Wolf's Tender  Available now in both digital and print @ Amazon.
Groin to mound, joined as they were, Naomi's sweet breath feathered across his chin, and he watched her bite her bottom lip. He shifted, settling her tighter, reaching like a spoiled child for a spot deeper inside.Tentatively flexing her inner muscles around his cock, she squeezed. Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead, and moisture flooded her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed the end of a lash, capturing a tear with his tongue. Their heavy breathing joined into one melodic score.
Charlie Wolf brushed his lips down Naomi's cheek and across her mouth, tasting her lightly with his senses. He jerked in surprise when she reciprocated, sipping delicately at his bottom lip. He opened, drawing her tongue into his mouth and then following her shy retreat, back to the warmth of hers.
They groaned in unison. His hand came up, cupping the back of her head, steadying their kiss. It was a first for him too—part of him held onto her as if she was a sacred moment—he was almost scared to proceed. He’d never bedded a virgin. Part of him wanted to fuck her so hard she’d never forget him; he wanted to be more than her first. He hadn’t even pulled from her body and already he wanted to be the only man who ever gave her this pleasure.
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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Visual Words

In any story the author wants to get the reader invested in what they are reading. When words are complied together they should resonate. What is used is in my opinion visual words.

I have and have heard many readers mention how they got into such and such book. They could see the characters or feel they were in their shoes. This is all invoked by the visual words used by the author. When written well a story will bring to life what you are reading. You can picture it like a movie in your mind. The scenes roll out to you. You are living it and wondering what is happening next.

From each variety of emotion – the pulse pounding excitement of meeting someone to when you think all is lost. Then to getting back together and all in between. It is all driven by the visual words created by the tale you are reading.

If you think about it even before we put started to put pen to paper or type on a computer there were storytellers. And just as author now who use the tools to write pen/paper or type on a computer those storytellers used their words to create visuals. To create epic tales that drew the hearer in. Their words made the listener live, feel and be a part of it. Story telling is all about all the visual. Making the words come to life. They become - Visual Words.

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Taige Crenshaw is a multi-published author with books available at Ellora's Cave Publishing, Liquid Silver Books, Loose Id, and Total-E-Bound. Taige has been enthralled with the written word from time she picked up her first book. It wasn’t long before she started to make up her own tales of romance. With novels set in today, in alternate dimensions, or in the future she writes with adventure, fun sassy heroine’s, and sexy hero’s. Always hard at work creating new and exciting places Taige can be found curled up with a hot novel with exciting characters when she is not creating her own. Join her in the fun, frolic, interesting people and far reaches of the world in her novels. You can find out more about Taige at her website: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/ or blog: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/blog.


Wilde Seduction - What happens when a woman who doesn’t know how to relax meets a man whose lust for life will change her and make all her deepest desires come to life?

Buy here at Total-E-Bound.

Monday, September 20, 2010

OMG... One paragraph of this woman's work made me need an ice bath- Must Read Interview.

A: Taige Crenshaw is an multi-published author with books available at Ellora's Cave Publishing, Liquid Silver Books and Total-E-Bound. Her newest anthology Naughty Nuptials; Oh Yum at Ellora's Cave.

She writes anything from paranormal, fantasy, contemporary, and romantic suspense. A girl after my own heart.


Good to meet you Taige. I've been waiting to do this interview for some time now and I'm excited to introduce you to everyone. :>

Sooooo let's start it off with the most intimate question I have on my naughty list of questions: What’s the kinkiest, sexiest thing you’ve ever done:

Taige: I plead the fifth so I won’t incriminate myself. LOL.

A: Oh... now that just gets me more curious by the second.  But I'll let you off easy ;> Maybe I'll come back to that later. (BWwahhhhawwwawawaaaa - Wow I sound like I have a hacking cough in there. ) Back to the questions. How bad do you get with your writing, are we talking just suggestion or down right bondage?

Taige: I’ve written light bondage and sometimes it can get intense between my characters. The women tend to like to take control. And the men like to let them before flipping the script on them and making them there’s. (wicked grin)

A: Very hot!!! I like it when the woman gets the man all... Oh.. sorry, where were we... Oh yeah, my questions not my own personal tastes.

What’s the best thing you’ve ever written—the best line?

Taige: That’s a tough one. So far I have so many line that come to mind. Hmmm… I’ll give a passage from my book Veils Rising, Book 3 of my Rarities Incorporated series.

“So what, you want to fuck me? Am I supposed to drop to my knees and say any way you want to?” Dilana waited for his response.

He watched her, a weird look on his face. She made an “answer me” gesture with her hand.

“If you want to,” Magni replied in a reasonable tone. Dilana narrowed her eyes, before she could say anything he continued. “I don’t want to fuck you, Dilana.” Magni’s look was steady and appraising. “Fucking is about singular, solitary pleasure. It is too tame a word for what I want to do with you.” He leaned, in putting his face next to her cheek, then inhaled deeply, then continued, his voice softer. “I want my name to be the only thing you know in your dreams or fantasies,” He licked, one slow wet lick along the side of her face. Her eyes closed in self-defense and her slit started to ache. “In your thoughts.” He bit gently on her ear. She shuddered, fine goose bumps raising all over her body.

A: Oh... wow.. um.. whew. Where's there a cold shower when you need it? (April scurries off for a few minutes looking for something ice cold.)

Whew, did it get hot in  here or what? Okay, I have a nice cold ice tea now. (April squirms and clears her voice a couple of times before continuing)

Back on track... If you could have any movie star take on a role as one of your heroes, who would it be?

Taige: Keith Hamilton Cobb as Magni Taggart my hero in Veils Rising, Book 3 of my Rarities Incorporated series.

A: How is it I don't know any of these hunky guys everyone knows about??? And these guys are smokin'. I swear I need to get out more!

Size counts… on average how loooooonnnnnggg do you like your (um, how do we put it delicately) manuscripts to be ;> ( in words silly, not inches) and how steamy?

Taige: They vary in size. I want to make it burn. I want to go for ice water and a cold shower and still not get cooled down.

April: Well, you definitely have the talent. But even talented writers have their weak spots. What are the hardest scenes to write for you?

Taige: Can’t really think of any.

A: How close in real life have you gotten to one of your fantasies?

Taige: Again I plead the fifth so I won’t incriminate myself. LOL.

A: Man, can't pull one over on you, can I? Had to try again though :>  ...

I'll stick to writing related questions then. What would you want other writers and your readers to know about you?

Taige: I love to draw. I’m an avid seamstress. I can whip up an outfit quick if I have to go someplace special and have nothing to wear. I love to cook. I’m a voracious reader. My library in my house and on my computer is massive. That’s one of the first things you notice when you come to my house.

A: I love to sew - give me a quilt or embroidery to do and I'm happy for hours BUT I cannot make outfits from patterns (or do a very good job with my own designs). I have no patience and can't figure the things out. Although I do have this awesome idea for a quilt for my bed... Umph... Hey, quit it... oh, okay... I'll get back to the questions at hand. Sorry...

Finally… anything you would like to share with us, an excerpt, a tidbit, or anything else about yourself?

Taige: I’m part of a site that was created as a thank you to readers. Satin Notes is a site with free reads set in two towns Trescott Cove (contemporary) and Savoy Valley (paranormal). I write with two other author - Aliyah Burke and McKenna Jeffries. We created Satin Notes due to Aliyah, McKenna, and my desire to join together to bring a site for our loyal readers. We have such fun working on the towns and characters.

We’re currently due to unforeseen circumstances on a hiatus. We do plan on posting more stories to the site but no date yet when we will.

For more info check it out here http://satinnotes.com

Bio:

Taige Crenshaw is a multi-published author with books available at Ellora's Cave Publishing, Liquid Silver Books, Loose Id, and Total-E-Bound. Taige has been enthralled with the written word from time she picked up her first book. It wasn’t long before she started to make up her own tales of romance. With novels set in today, in alternate dimensions, or in the future she writes with adventure, fun sassy heroine’s, and sexy hero’s. Always hard at work creating new and exciting places Taige can be found curled up with a hot novel with exciting characters when she is not creating her own. Join her in the fun, frolic, interesting people and far reaches of the world in her novels. You can find out more about Taige at her website: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com or blog: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/blog.

Thank you Taige!!! Wonderful to meet you.

Everyone check out next week - I'll interview a new author and finish of our Interview Series!!!

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Sultry Sunday- Looks can be deceiving

We all know her. She's the innocent looking woman who may sit next to us at church. She may have passed us in the grocery store. She may even be a member of the PTA. Or...she may be one of you.

Either way, we all know her. We are her.

We are the sexy temptress in our man's life that drives him to sexual orgasm. We make him crave us. We tantalize him. We are a tease.

We may wear the perfect Stepford Wife skirt and pearls. When in reality we wear the shortest of short skirts and want a pearl necklace.


In public we have a facade. We are sweet, gracious and polite. But get us behind closed doors and we become aggressive, amorous and always have something up our sleeve (or in our 'special drawer') that we're ready to experiment or play with.


So to all the seductive women out there...keep up the good work.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

SINful Saturday ~ The Tiger's Masquerade


Note: Not the cover art. I just think this is a sexy exotic picture.

Oops, I got my wires crossed and almost forgot I'd signed up for today. So, without further adieu, here's a sneak peek at my next release, The Tiger's Masquerade, a short story in the Just Another Paranormal Halloween Anthology, coming from Mojo Castle Press.

Blurb ~

Stacy wasn’t looking for a tiger-man to erotically and exotically fill her tank , then steal her heart. That is, until the Halloween ‘Call of the Wild Masquerade’ ball. But, what kind of tiger does she have by the tail?

Zyrru wasn’t looking for a human woman to un-tame his fiercest passions, and alter his royal life forever. After all, he’s only vacationing on Earth, and is almost engaged to The Princess. But, her rosefire scent is irresistible.

Excerpt ~

Stacy slipped her hands over her gown’s full skirts reveling in the feel of the shimmering pink satin. Picking them up as elegantly as she knew how, she moved toward the mansion’s ballroom.

Excitement pounded her heart. Expectation had shadowed her all day and now it heightened. For what, she wasn’t certain, except that her boss had teased her with promo pictures of the tiger men she’d hired for her Call of the Wild Masquerade ball.

Stacy paused at the arched entrance, sweeping her gaze over the huge room’s starry ethereal decorations, the ones she’d helped to arrange the day before. Not quite prepared for more than images of the Tame a Party Tiger men, Stacy came to a sliding halt on her dancer’s shoes.

Aware she looked ridiculously awkward with her arms akimbo and her body leaning forward, still, Stacy stared, and practically panted. Thankfully, her mask didn’t impede her breathing any, and she wasn’t wearing a corset, or she might have keeled over in an un-ladylike faint.

Exotic. Sexy. Gorgeously handsome.

Mygawd! Their bods were fighting lean, yet with beefcake muscles galore. At least, from what she could observe, since they wore updated versions of sixties’ sharkskin suits. Damn, who knew her heart could beat this fast over looking at a man? Okay, sharp-dressed tiger men.
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Happy Sinning Saturday,

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Flirty Friday Alphabet Soup

Nothing like a nice bowl of soup to warm you up from the inside out! And with the cooler weather fast approaching? Gee, you can't beat these ingredients:







Is For....






Freddie Prinze, Jr.











Mr. Romance himself ~FABIO











Is For...







Jared Leto













Leonardo DiCaprio










Is For...







Isaiah Mustafa
(when did Old Spice get so Sexy?)











Ian Somerhalder











Is For...











Robert
Pattinson












Richard
Gere










Is For...




Taylor
Lautner

(let me have my cougar moment)







Thanks for stopping by and enjoying some of this delicious alphabet soup! If you have any more ingredients...er...names to add to the pot, leave a comment! I may have to whip up another batch!

THURSDAY THIRTEEN

Bubble wrap and massage oil

The nightstand of an erotic romance author must have thrilling assortment of goodies, right? Maybe not. Here are thirteen things I have in my nightstand right now.

1. Fat calipers

2. Measuring tape (goes along with the fat calipers. Get your mind out of the gutter. I don’t measure THAT)

3. A photo from our trip to Puerto Vallarta seven years ago that I thought made me look fat, so I hid it. Looking at it again, I was right.

4. Massage oil

5. A few pens

6. Bubble wrap

7. Swiss army knife

8. A remote control for a TV we no longer have

9. A stack of old baseball cards

10. Cassette tape on anti-procrastination

11. Business cards from when I worked at the YMCA six years ago

12. Flashlight

13. Lightbulb

What’s in your night-stand? I hope the contents are more exciting than mine.

Becca Simone writes erotic romance for The Wild Rose Press, where her characters lead far sexier lives than she does. Her Halloween story, Midnight Treat, is available now. You can find out more about her at her website.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Caution: Adults at Play

You know that sign we see in neighborhoods, the one that says "Slow Children at Play"? I've always wondered why the kids are so slow. There are signs like this all over town, so there must be a pandemic of slow children. Either that, or these little dickens are faster than any of us thought! It's one of those phrases that makes you go, "Huh?"

Misplaced or dangling modifiers are words that are not close enough to the words they are expected to modify. Often, they cause unintended humor. Here are some good examples*:

  • My parents bought a house from a man with no inside plumbing.

  • My dog was hit by a truck running across the road.

  • Leaking in several places, the scouts abandoned their tents.

  • Dressed in a silk nightgown, he thought his wife looked sexy.
* From the English Department at Louisiana Tech

If I see a sign saying Caution: Adults at Play, I want to actually see some adults playing! I came across this caution sign while searching for a different type of roadside warning, and immediately thought it would be perfect for this blog. =^_^=
Care to share one or two of your own favorites?