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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Tuesday Spotlight: Nevea Lane

Alpha Beta etc….


An alpha male or alpha female is the individual in the community to whom the others follow and defer.

This is part of the reason that some of my characters can be extreme loners. I consider myself to be an Alpha female and I find it difficult to write anything that is not from that point of view. My female leads will be gun toting, cuss word slinging and look fashionable while doing it.

I believe that is the hardest part about making a believable Alpha relationship. If you have an Alpha male and an Alpha female, who has to compromise? Usually, it takes a strong person to be willing to make a sacrifice for that other person. It is a struggle to figure out who is the dominant one, but at the same time, it is always fun to watch two Alpha’s verbally spar with each other.

Which leads me to the Beta, I have yet to find one Beta strong enough to be considered a sidekick to my Alpha’s. I don’t have anything against the Beta character, but they have to have some type of backbone to even be in the same room as an Alpha, right?

Marked in Montana was the first book for me where I allowed the female lead be a pure Alpha. I had been accused in previous submissions that my characters were too docile. Truth be told, I thought they were too! So I went a different route with Sam. She was no one‘s push over and she is a crack shot with a .9 mm! That is not docile. Sam needed someone that could match her sassy tongue and keep her in check. I think Sam met her match with Grant. Those are two Alpha’s that got what they deserved and needed, in each other.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Monday Spotlight: Nevea Lane

Flying by the Seat


I don’t think I have ever completed one story that had followed a plot outline. I start out with the best of intentions. I tried so hard follow the schools of thought that were handed down through my Survey of British Lit and Advanced English classes. I tried writing software programs and everything under the sun to finish a book, short story, novel, what have you. Needless to say, about one thousand bucks and a whole lot of self-help books later, I realized plotting just isn’t my thing, it left me with more unfinished works than it helped me to finish the manuscripts.

I would have loved to say, that I came up with this plot and it followed this timeline. That, however, doesn’t jive whatsoever with the way I think. I am a "go with the flow, in the moment, coming at you on all cylinders and a can of Red Bull" kinda gal. My stories have to be like that as well. For me, it is the characters you create that shape the story and they will tell you where they want to go. None of my heroines like to be told what to do, so who am I to try to make them follow a particular plot?

With Marked in Montana, my work with Beautiful Trouble Publishing, the plot came with the outfit. The challenge was the cowgirl outfit. The heroine character that jumped in my head, Sam, stood up and screamed I will rock that outfit, and you know it! And that is how she was born, I didn’t need to come up with her, she came to me because of the outfit. She did rock the outfit by the way.

My characters are usually the result of my writing style; they are fly-by-the-seat, non-stereotypical, intriguing characters that have a mind of their own.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Loyalty and Free Will by Renee Schroeder

"Tymithy was never programmed for sex," Skylyr’s mother admonished.

Skylyr regarded her with a cold glare. “You wanted to see how an emotion like loyalty would impact the behavior of a cyborg. Now you know. I fell in love with him.”

“Human-cyborg relationships are illegal! He doesn’t love you…he is a machine…”

“He is more man than machine! He may have metal in his bones, nanotechnology in his blood and a downloadable brain, but what you have really created is not a cyborg, but an advanced version of a human!”

“I will take Tymithy back to my lab and remove…”

“You will not,” Skylyr warned. “You wanted your experiment, you have the results. You are the one who helped me give him free will. Now get out!”

Tymithy wrapped his arms around her.

“I don’t believe that she meant either of us any harm,” he whispered.

Skylyr tenderly traced the line of Tymithy’s rugged jaw. “I don’t regret anything, Tymithy. But, we must be careful in public.”

“For you I am a man, for the rest of the world, I am a cyborg.” He caught her face in his hands. His lips moved over hers possessively, his hands slipping under her sweater. Skylyr pressed herself hungrily against his body, laying a hot trail of kisses across his neck to nibble at his earlobe.

A very un-cyborg-like groan escaped Tymithy’s throat as Skylyr’s tongue roved over his sensor filled skin. He wanted her now. When she was out of his sight, his need was not as great. As soon as his magenta eyes could find her within the range of his vision, all logic seemed to have been deleted from his brain. It took all his military-trained restraint to keep from ripping her clothes off in front of anyone who might be near. These urges grew stronger each time they made love. Tymithy had begun to worry that something was wrong with him. He ran self-diagnostics and scanned himself for viruses, both physical and mental. It all came back negative. He soon realized that he was experiencing human emotions. Love. Affection. Lust. Need. Desire.

Tymithy slid his hands downward to cup Skylyr’s ass, lifting her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His urgency was such that he did not want to take the few steps to the bedroom. The kitchen counter was closer. Skylyr made no protests as he slid her onto the Formica. His cyborg strength easily tore her jeans in half. Her sweater, panties, and bra lay in a shredded heap seconds later.

“Tymithy…,” she gasped. “Please…”

His lips silenced her as he buried his hands in her silky hair. She undid his belt and heavy leather pants with a deftness borne of practice. He could feel the softness of her breasts through his thin t-shirt. Longing to feel them skin-to-skin, he ripped his own shirt off. She stroked him, urging him to her impatiently. Tymithy took one pink nipple in his mouth to suckle greedily as he thrust into her. She moaned in satisfaction as her hands gripped his hips to set the rhythm. He could give her whatever she wanted, for as long as she wanted, however she wanted. The cyborg half of him could last as long as he told his body to. The human half of him just wanted to be with her, to make her happy, to leave her sated.

His advanced senses told him when she was close. He pulled out of her, spread her legs wider, and began to lick.

The orgasm rocked Skylyr so hard; she thought her body was going to explode. Before she could recover, Tymithy’s tongue brought her again. Her back arched and she dug her nails into his shoulders, drawing thin lines of synthetic blood. His teeth flicked just so over her clit and she honest to God thought she had died and gone to some kind of erotic Heaven. Her thighs were trembling with the force of the climax, when he gathered her in his arms and pulled her to him again. He cradled her against his chest as he found just the right angle that would massage her womanhood and slid into her. A few pumps of his gloriously muscled hips and she screamed his name.

Tymithy loosened his hold on her so he could see her beautiful hazel eyes. Sweaty curls framed her face, which he gently pushed back. They were still as one and he wanted to gaze at her as he prepared for his own release. His body thrummed with unspent energy. He could feel it climbing to a peak that would not be denied.

“I love you, Skylyr. I am always yours.”

“I love you, too.”

Tymithy ground himself against her, watching the way she threw her head back in ecstasy. He knew she could take one more. He thrust faster, and just before letting himself climax, he slipped his hand between them to give her clit a quick gentle pull. It sent her over the edge with a shudder that clamped her inner muscles around him so tightly that there was no way he could have held back, no matter how much his brain had been programmed. He felt the hot release of artificial semen jet from his hard manhood into her core. The sensation was like no other he experienced. His inner downloaded files gave it names like joy and pleasure. It made him feel more human than any other act…and it left him wanting more. And only with Skylyr.

Skylyr was a quivering mass of flesh in Tymithy’s arms. If she ever landed in jail for this illicit affair, it would be worth it for every perfect moment that she and Tymithy got to share.

About the author: I have been writing since I was old enough to hold a pen and string together words. I have written in a variety of genres including mystery, paranormal, science fiction and romance. Many of my ideas for stories, this one included, come to me as snippets in dreams. In recent years I have delved into writing a little bit of erotica and I found that it is FUN! I live in Portland, Oregon with my family and two dogs.

Author Interview: Annabel Joseph


Whipped Cream is pleased to have Annabel Joseph whose latest book, Deep in the Woods is out from Ellora's Cave. She also has a new book, Fortune, scheduled to be released this fall.

Annabel's "thrill line" has moved pretty much to the fringe as far as erotic romance is concerned. She's been involved in the BDSM lifestyle for quite a few years and told me she has "kind of graduated past a lot of what's out there" in erotic fiction. When she is looking for erotic fiction to read, she turns to authors like Anneke Jacob, Molly Weatherfield, or Julian Masters.

"They write kink with a pretty hard edge and some pretty involved psychology on the BDSM side of things," she explained. "With vanilla romance I need to read someone like Laura Kinsale who is going to push envelopes and not make her heroes too classically honorable and gentle and callow. I like heroes and situations with a harder edge, and surprises. I am always looking for authors who are going to show me something I haven’t seen before. And I’m definitely a sucker for a bad boy. If erotic heroes are too nice and considerate, I’m left completely cold."

"How do you personally distinguish between erotica, erotic romance, and pornography?" I asked.

"For me, erotica is simply something written to arouse. When I read erotica, I don’t expect a gripping plotline or much character development, just as much titillation as possible. It’s nice to find well written erotica with great storylines and interesting character development, but this happens so infrequently in my experience that I try to just not expect it. I find with erotic romance there is more attention paid to developing the characters and providing more of an emotional baseline for the sexy stuff, which I like. And with pornography I always think of it being more visually-based and definitely more blunt with almost no attention to finesse or the niceties of writing." She added, with a grin, "With that said, I do on occasion indulge in reading porn."

When Annabel is creating her own story, it's important to her that the story not be just some quickly trumped up, lame framework on which she can throw a bunch of shallow sexual encounters as soon as possible. She's been asked to do that in the past, but for her, there has to be a buildup, realistic tension, and really intricate groundwork before she can get her characters in bed together. The BDSM portion also has to have a strong emotional slant to it as well.

"It can’t just be, 'ooh, I’m going to tie you up and hit you with this flogger and it’s going to make you moan real loud,' " she said. "I can’t stand when I download a book that looks really great and spicy and it turns out to be another one of those books where two characters who just met decide to go to bed together or do a BDSM scene together literally hours after their first meeting and somehow end up being perfect for each other by the end of two days. That just doesn’t work for me. I like to show relationships growing over time and really enduring ups-and-downs and challenges. With a BDSM dynamic especially, that’s very important, because a BDSM scene can be even more intense and emotionally intricate than a sex scene. I suppose that’s why my books always run to the longer end, usually 60-80K words."

Annabel doesn't have to do a whole lot of research since she writes contemporary BDSM. She has a lot of personal experience from her own adventures and a lot of kinky friends who are generous about sharing stories and experiences they think might inspire her. If she does decide to write about an aspect of the lifestyle she's not familiar with, she turns to Fetlife.com or puts out a call on the local kink networks for experiences or information.

"For instance, I decided to write a story with a lot of shibari recently, and that's something Husband and I never experimented with, so I had to turn to others for firsthand experiences and advice. I got more information and inspiration than I could cram into the book. I find that if you approach people in the lifestyle from a standpoint of genuine curiosity and respect and wanting to know more, they are more than happy to share whatever they can."

"Is there a boundary between porn and erotic romance that you personally would never cross?" I asked.

"I am a bad person to ask when it comes to this. I am actually asked to tone down things I’ve written because they are a little too raw for general consumption. Not that I ever write anything really sick, but I do personally find pornography and really objectifying, raunchy sex incredibly hot. I have to remind myself often than most romance readers are not that way and prefer even their spiciest sex with a softer edge. So I try to strike a balance. I try to open readers’ minds to greater and deeper possibilities of perversion, but not go so far that they are too squicked out to see the beauty of something really raw."

Annabel set out to write exactly what she's publishing now, but when she first started she didn't know there was actually a market for it. She knew that what she was writing had too much romance and what she calls "warm fuzzy emotion" for it to be straight erotica, but it was at the same time too perverse and spicy to be picked up by any mainstream romance lines. So, she self-published her first three stories.

"Then I met one of the editors from Loose Id through local kink connections and showed her what I was writing," she told me. "She said, 'HEY! Send us your next book, silly! This is exactly what we publish and women are crazy for it!'"

"If you could entertain a character from a book, who would it be and what would the evening be like?" I wondered.

"Okay, I will cheat here and say that instead of just one character, I would like to hang out with Dave and Ryan from Deep In The Woods. They are two long-time friends who are equally kinky, and Dave shares his lovely sub Sophie with Ryan for one fun-filled week. I had such a great time writing those scenes because I adored both characters—so much so that Ryan ended up getting his own novel. Sophie had a blast subbing to the both of them because they’re two really creative and depraved dominants, which is just…hotness. I’d love to go to some museum or art opening with them and get all hot and bothered over their intelligence, humor, and charm, and then go home with them and get worked over in the bedroom all night. Oooh. Does that sound too slutty?"

On a personal note, I wondered who Annabel would choose to be, if she could be anyone she wanted.

"There are so many people I’d love to be, but on the practical side, every time I see some new Twilight-related news item, I wish I was Stephanie Meyer. Here’s a gal who wrote a very unassuming set of books for young adults with a very simple, romantic premise and tapped into an international fervor. Same with J.K. Rowling and her Harry Potter books. I would like to be either of them because their legacies as writers are secure in history and they have inspired and entertained so many people. Not only that, but they have endless opportunities now. They can write whatever they like, go into film, do anything and they will be paid attention to. They are also kajillionaires, which has got to be nice."

We were talking about body piercings, and Annabel shared that she would really love to have nipple rings (actually, "really, really, REALLY"). She's been scared off, though, by horror stories of how long they take to heal and other icky things like leakage and infections.

"My nipples are a huge part of our sex play," she admitted, "so I really can't take chances with them being out of commission for an extended time or getting nerve-damaged or injured or something. So it remains a fantasy for me."

She and her husband are into orgasm denial, so she's super turned on by photos she's seen of women who have a series of rings put in on both sides of their labia in order to lace it shut or affix some kind of locking clitoral shield to prevent masturbation or clitoral stimulation.

"Oooh, so sick and hot," she assured me.

For eating off another person's tummy, Annabel suggests something nice and gooey that has to be licked repeatedly. She does give a word of warning about honey, however.

"I played with honey with someone years ago and it turned into an absolute disaster. We ended up in the shower laughing our asses off because we got stuck together. Here's a tip: Honey is not an effective lubricant!"

Finally, I asked Annabel what advice she had for authors who want to write erotica.

"Keep your pen name private!" she said with a laugh. "Honestly, I think that’s the single most important decision I made starting out. It makes it easier to write without some level of self-consciousness or inhibition, since you don’t have to worry about Grandma Rose deciding to pick up your work. My main advice in general would be to try to write without inhibition, because that’s when the most exciting and erotic things happen. It’s something I still struggle with, but I know I write better when I’m not worrying about who’s going to read it and what they’re going to think of me. I remember chuckling over discussions I had with my editor during my first book edits. 'He could not fit his cock in her ass in that position,' or 'I think cunt is too strong a word here, how about pussy?' Just completely matter-of-fact pointers about the most nasty, down-n-dirty sexual encounters. That went a long way too in helping me see that feeling inhibited or embarrassed is really pointless and works against you in this field."

You can keep up with Annabel on her blog, http://annabeljoseph.wordpress.com

Friday, August 27, 2010

Friday Spotlight: Violette Dubrinsky

Background of Fallen-The Tale of a Dark God

I originally wrote Fallen as a collaboration short-story for Halloween. However, I loved the characters so much that it was easy to expand the book without adding words just for fodder. Fallen actually began with the main character being an angel. I’ve always liked “fallen angel” stories and wanted to write one myself. However, as I thought about it, I decided to make my fallen angel a dark god. Why? Because it allowed me to venture into territory that was, well, juicier.

Although I knew I wanted to write about a fallen god, I didn’t know where to begin, so I went onto Google (bow down to the greatness of this search engine), typed in ‘dark gods’ and ran a search. That was how I learned of Nyx and Erebos, and their incredible children. I’ve always been fascinated by mythology so it wasn’t hard to start imagining their world in my head. Thanatos immediately jumped out at me as the God of Death. I thought he would be a perfect dark god to write about, and what was even better, he had a twin, Hypnos, who was the God of Dreams. Essentially, the night and day, light and dark, factor came into play. Once I had my main character, I had to formulate a plot that would bring this powerful dark god to his knees.

Once this was done, I had to find him a woman. Because Thanatos is the God of Death, I couldn’t just give him to any woman. She had to be special. The character of Simone Randall came to me over the course of days. I sat and stared off into space, thinking about the type of character she should be. Quiet and mousy, waiting to be broken out of her shell, or confident and secure...? She had to be different from the goddesses you’re introduced to in Fallen, but similar enough to Thanatos that she could survive in his world. I ultimately settled on a woman who was confident, but at times insecure—a flawed character to which many women can relate. Creating Simone’s character was fun, as was creating the secondary characters who serve as her friends, and at times, the comic relief.

Once the characters and the first part of the plot were set in motion, the story followed. I don’t write using outlines, so I have no idea how the story is going to turn out until I write the last chapter. Thanatos and Simone’s story took me on a pleasant journey, and I’m quite happy to share their journey with you.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Thursday Spotlight: Violette Dubrinsky

Balancing Life and Writing

In all honesty, I’m still learning to balance life and writing. I landed my first official job just a few months ago, so this is the first time that I’m writing while having a steady and demanding job. I wrote when I was in college too, but that was different as college work ebbs and flows.

In college, with the exception of midterms and finals, I’d write almost every other day. Why? Because my schedule was flexible. I had about five or six classes meeting twice a week for two hours each. That’s ten to twelve hours of class, and approximately ten to fifteen hours of studying, which left plenty of time to write.

Now, I work a forty to fifty hours per week (sometimes more during the busy season), and when I come home, I’m exhausted. I just want to sleep. At this point, I’ve been balancing both by using my weekends to catch up on my writing. Because the weekends are my only free time, I have to reserve part of it to go out and enjoy myself before another hectic week begins. I may start taking my manuscripts to work on a flash-drive so that I can do a bit of writing/editing while at work, although I highly doubt it. Once I’m at my desk, my boss gives me work.

So, I am still trying to find a better balance, but as of now, weekends and some evenings have been working.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Wednesday Spotlight: Violette Dubrinsky

Five Things Every Romance Book Should Have

First, every romance book should have strong characters. I am a fan of brooding alpha males and strong, yet vulnerable females. Regardless of type, if the characters are strong, the book becomes much more enjoyable.

Second, every romance book should have a good plot. The plot is what keeps most people interested so if the plot has holes or doesn’t flow, readers tend to move away from it.

Third, every romance book should have a certain style or flare. If you’re writing a paranormal book, you can still make it humorous. I love books that have an array of moods and tones, and I absolutely love laugh-out-loud moments that make people look at you like you’re a weirdo.

Fourth, every romance book should have interesting secondary characters. This may not be possible if it’s a really short story, which is understandable. However, if the story is a certain length, I’m looking for secondary characters that will make me beg for a sequel. Another thing about secondary characters is while they’re great, secondary characters should never steal the spotlight from the main characters. Sometimes it happens unintentionally, but a secondary character should never have more ‘book’ time than a main character.

Fifth, every romance book should have a great ending. Great endings don’t necessarily mean happy endings in every world, although it doesn’t hurt in my world. A great ending is one that ties up all loose ends while giving some sort of closure to both of the main characters. If there’s a sequel, the ending may be a bit more open, while keeping true to being a good ending. If no sequel is in sight, tie up all strings and loose ends.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Tuesday Spotlight: Violette Dubrinsky

Where Do Ideas Come From


Where do ideas come from? Everywhere.

On any given day numerous ideas are swirling around in my head. I get many ideas from everyday life. I store these interesting bits in my mind and sometimes they show up in my stories. Alas, most of the ideas are still waiting to make it into a story because they simply aren’t pushy enough to get me in front of my laptop and writing.

Ideas can also come from past experiences. A few years ago, I wrote a story called “A Summer to Remember,” in which the main character—an African American girl—meets an Irish guy at a summer camp. It’s filled with teen angst and it partially relates to an experience I had at a summer camp while I was the bookkeeper there. Of course, my experience was no way near as dramatic as that of Branna’s but I did meet a “J.T.” at summer camp, and he was Irish.

Though it may sound strange ideas can also come from dreams. I’m a big dreamer. I’m also a big dreamer who has a hard time remembering the dream once I wake, which makes me upset because I know it was a good dream that could’ve been a good story.
:-) A few years ago I wrote a full-length manuscript that takes place in a completely different world where race is no longer affiliated with skin color/nationality but by kingdom. The entire summer that I was writing this story, I was dreaming. I would wake up from a dream and immediately rush to my computer to write the scenes. Hopefully, that manuscript will be published soon.

And of course, ideas can come from having an overactive imagination. When I was younger, my mom said that I had an imaginary friend that I’d play with. I assume that most children who have no other children to play with also have imaginary friends. Still, I believe that this is good for creativity. My mother used to ask me how my friend looked, what she was wearing, what she was doing...and I’d always have an answer. When I was about ten, I created a story about dragons who acted like humans. Now here I am creating stories about fallen gods, werewolves, and fantasy kingdoms—all because of an overactive imagination that was never curbed.

So ideas are just naturally out there. You just have to open yourself up to them.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Monday Spotlight: Violette Dubrinsky

Writing Tips


Although recently published, I’ve been writing for over five years and in that time I’ve learned a few things about this craft. These are some tips I would give to any writer at any stage of their career.

First, if you like to read and you like to write and you’re considering writing a story, just do it. Don’t fear rejection, bad comments, or anything of the sort. Just do it. You’re not going to pen the best material of your life as a first time writer. Or maybe you are. Maybe you’ve read so much that you’ll be able to pen a story that is so amazing, it’s picked up by a publisher off the bat. If not, don’t worry about it. Your first story teaches you what not to do when writing, and it's all about trial and error. It also shows you your writing style. Everyone has a writing style that becomes their signature.

Second, join a writing group. Yes, this is a must. If you want to know how people will respond to your work, put it out there. Now, there are many different places that you put incomplete or complete works for review. People are always willing to read free work. Why? Because it’s free. And often they’re willing to leave honest reviews. Why? Because everyone’s a natural critic at heart. :-) Once the reviews come in, take them in stride. Some people will tell you that you’re horrible, some will tell you that you’re wonderful, and the best readers will give more constructive (detailed) feedback. Take the constructive feedback, learn from it, and keep writing.

Third, never let someone else tell you how to write your story. Remember, you are the author. You are telling the story. Some people won’t like parts of the story and will tell you that it should be different, but in the end, you need to love the final product. Keep true to your writing, and your style.

And that’s my advice. I hope it helps someone.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Two Steps Behind by Wendi Zwaduk

Daisy smoothed her hands over her silken skirt. Being at the Vampire Ball wasn’t anything like she’d expected. Most of the attendees of the annual event were men, brooding and pale, dressed in coal black tuxedos, and eagerly eyeing the females.

Typical. They want a meal. Now where is he?

Julian had invited her to the ball to mark her for her protection. She forced her gaze to the wall of floor to ceiling windows. The gentle breeze cooled the cavernous ballroom. She should be scared they’d take her soul. She didn’t care—for him she’d be brave.

A smile twitched on her lips. The man staring at something beyond the glass caught her attention. From the back, his strong build and inky hair stirred her insides, but not the wanton desire she expected. When she captured a glimpse of his profile, her mirth faded.

Andreas. Not Julian.

A gravelly voice drifted over her shoulder. The timbre resonated to her core and her thighs slickened. She knew who stood behind her. Julian. Thrilled the vampire of her naughtiest dreams stood behind her, she inched towards him. Just to have him whisper in her ear—his voice worked better than her vibrator.

“You don’t want to touch him or hear him speak.”

Daisy twined her fingers to prolong the moments until she reached for him. Make him ache for her as much as she yearned for him. She clamped her teeth together to keep from calling his name. She’d play the game, but dammit, the earthy scent of his cologne wafted around her, short circuiting the synapses in her brain. She loved his sense of humor, the boom of his laughter, his sleek muscles...more than she should, she adored him.

A girl could take only so much.

“Julian.” She leaned back into the solid wall of his chest. She soft folds of his lapels rubbed against her bare back when he moved closer.

He rested his chin on her shoulder as he spoke. “What ‘cha want with Andreas, anyhow? So he’s rich and great in bed...”

Ah, she loved when he dropped the formal speech and slipped into his normal dialect. “I don’t care about Andreas, because he’s not the one I want.”

“Oh? Then who?”

She closed her eyes and caressed her cheek against his five o’clock shadow. The prickles sent tingles along her veins. Her nipples beaded under the delicate silk of her dress. She drew a ragged breath into her lungs and released it. “The man I want is about five-nine with coal black hair and intense ice blue eyes. He’s also a goof.” She writhed against the bulge in his trousers, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I also hear he’s obsessed with a certain blonde, as well.”

“You said I’m a goof.” He nipped her earlobe, the warmth of his breath feathering over her heated skin.

“I have a soft spot your wicked sense of humor.” She twisted in his embrace until she gazed into his eyes. She shivered despite the humidity in the room. “Dance with me?”

“I can’t dance.” A frown dipped at the corners of his mouth. “Never learned.”

Ignoring his protests, Daisy led him to the center of the room. She didn’t care if the volume of the room became non-existent. The crowd of hungry vampires melted away when she gazed into Julian’s eyes. “Hold me close and follow my lead.”

“That I can do.” Julian rested his forehead against hers. “You feel so right in my arms, mon cherie.”

She giggled. “My name is—”

Julian silenced her with a kiss. “Hush, I’m trying to sound suave.”

“I like you, too.”

A cross between a growl and a moan erupted from his throat. “Any more nice words like that and I’ll have to whisk you home.”

“Yours or mine?” Anywhere where they could be alone.

“Mine.” Julian drew her tight in his arms, nearly crushing her in his grasp. “Hold on to me.”

She paused. “Why?”

“I’m taking you home to fuck you.”

Although they continued to sway to the music, Daisy’s stomach whirled. A breeze ruffled through her hair and she closed her eyes. Being in his arms affected her like a drug, made her woozy and alert at the same time. She nuzzled his chest and opened her eyes. Instead of standing in the middle of the ballroom, she peered at the heavy furniture and maroon shrouding the walls. Julian’s bedroom. She gasped. “You were serious.”

“For the woman I love, always.”

Her heart thumped. The emerald silk constricted around her and the temperature rose in the small room. He said he loved her. Holy crap.

“Ahem?”

Daisy tore her gaze from Julian’s and glared at the intruder taking up the doorway. Andreas folded his thick arms and chuckled. “She’s interesting.” He leaned against the mahogany doorframe and shouted over his shoulder. “Vincent, our brother Julian brought us a snack.”

“She’s my fiancĂ©e.”

Andreas’ green eyes darkened to black. “You love her? She’s human!”

Julian’s voice remained calm tinged with sadness. “We all were once.”

Daisy clutched Julian’s jacket with white knuckles. Being the head vampire, Andreas could force Julian to part with her. Julian’s show of strength against his brother in blood helped, but didn’t totally ease her mind. He’d protect her, but he couldn’t predict Andreas’ reaction.

Brows drawn, black hair fluttering around his shoulders as he stalked forward, Andreas crossed the room. “And you morsel, how do you feel about him? Julian is the runt.”

“I love him.”

“Excuse me.” Using a brute strength his lanky build belied, Julian muscled Andreas from the room and slammed the door. Scooping her into his arms, he strode to the bed. “About that proclamation. You love me?”

“Yes, Julian.”

“Goddess, yes.” He lowered her to her feet. “Let me see you. All of you.”

Daisy tugged the zipper at her side down until the gown slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet. She moved to kick out of her stiletto pumps, but he stilled her actions.

“Ready.” During their first meeting over two years prior, Julian admitted he yearned to see her in nothing but garters, stockings, and heels. Tonight, she made his dream a reality. Her nipples puckered in the cool air. She peered at him through lowered lashes.

“You remembered.” Julian wriggled out of his tuxedo jacket and toed off his shoes, but his gaze never left her nearly bare body. He licked his lips and tore the dress shirt from his body, baring his body to her heated gaze inch by delicious inch.

“I meant it.” Her words came out on a broken breath as his opened trousers fell to his feet. “I love you and want to be claimed—as your mate.”

“Makes things easier.” His thick cock beckoned to her, a bead of pre-come glistened on the tip. “Lay down, love.”

As she fell supine against the lush bed sheets, she dragged her gaze from his erection to his face. Silver swam in the icy depths of his eyes.

“You’re the only woman I want in my bed.” He crawled over her, his dick thrumming against her clit. “I can’t impregnate you or give you a disease.” When she nodded, he entered her body. “I’ve needed you for so long.”

“For the last two years.”

The corner of his mouth kinked as he slowed. “You knew?”

She smoothed her palms over his chest, plucking his nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. “You’ve been two steps behind me, protecting me from Andreas. I didn’t know how to tell you to come to me for more.”

“I couldn’t be dead with myself if something happened to you.”

She arched into him, sending him deeper into her pussy and kick-starting his thrusts. “Mark me, make your own, and never leave me. I’m yours.”

Julian pistoned into her, knocking the headboard against the wall in the rhythm of their love. When he tilted his head back and opened his mouth, his fangs lengthened. “You’re my equal.” He surged forward, burying his cock to the hilt and his teeth into her neck.

Daisy gasped and clutched him. Electrical tingles streaked through her body and centered in her pussy. The orgasm built in a wave and colors flashed behind her closed eyes. As Julian withdrew from her vein, his feral cry ricocheted through the room.

“Mine.”

The tension within her body snapped as she tipped into oblivion. Julian surged forward with his final thrust and slumped onto his forearms over her. His heated breath fanned over her skin and a hank of his dark hair hung over his brow as he remained within her body.

“Julian?”

“Yes, my beloved?”

“Do you really sleep all day and hunt all night?”

“Sleep all day and make love all night. I’m through hunting.”

“Perfect. Are you ready for round two?”

“Until the sun comes up.”

About the author: Thanks for enjoying this work by Wendi Zwaduk. By day she’s a SAHM of one son, two dogs, and two cats, but at night she lets her inner muse run wild and writes tales of love won, lost, and won again. If she’s not at her computer, she can be found at her local dirt tracks cheering for the Late Model cars or haunting the local library in search of new authors. Check out her blog http://www.wendizwaduk.blogspot.com and website www.wendizwaduk.com.

Author Interview: Alexis D. Craig


Whipped Cream is pleased to welcome Alexis D. Craig, whose book Imminent Danger was released last month by Sinful Moments Press.

Alexis has been a storyteller since school—telling stories at sleepovers on the weekend about favorite bands, TV shows, and other goofy stuff. She wrote a novel-length story while she was in high school, well before Buffy or Twilight, about a set of high school vampires who consorted with demons. In college, she picked up a serious fan-fiction habit with the advent of X-files and, occasionally, Star Trek:TNG/DS9.

"I went back to my own stuff after working for the police department for a little while, because if any place needs its story told, it’s the police dispatch," she told me. "Imminent Danger is pretty much a glorified love letter to my day job in a fictional format."

Dani Watson is a hard-edged, fiercely independent control operator for the Indianapolis Police Department. After breaking up with a detective on the force she's sworn off dating cops. That is, until she is assaulted and the responding officer is one of the sexiest men she had ever laid eyes on.

Jacen Fuessler is unprepared for the chaos that is Dani Watson. Instantly attracted, he's dazzled by her great rack, her lethal right hook, and her quirky sense of humor.

Through their jobs they share a life that is like two sides of the same coin. As far as Dani is concerned, that's already too close a connection. But work and circumstance keep throwing them together and Dani is having a hard time keeping her distance from the super hot Jacen. As she begins to fall for him, things are complicated by a terrifying stalker and Dani finds out quickly that her heart and sanity aren’t the only things in imminent danger.
"How do you personally distinguish between erotica, erotic romance, and pornography?" I asked.

"Porn lacks plot, plain and simple. Whether you’re using the Supreme Court decision in 1964 where the infamous phrase ‘I know it when I see it’ was coined, or using the Miller test (community standards, patently offensive, lacking in artistic or scientific value), the fact is, porn has no plot and serves no purpose except to sexually stimulate the reader or observer (in the case of film)… and subject them to dreadful synthesizer music.

"Erotica, while falling under the umbrella of titillation, has the distinction of having a plot and aspirations of higher artist expression than just getting one’s rocks off. It’s actually a lot of work to write a sex scene that’s more than just having the pizza guy show up while you’re naked. In your living room. In the middle of the afternoon. (Cue cheesy music here)

"Erotic romance, finally, is romance with highly sensual and graphically sexual elements. Those elements are germane to the story, and not just placed there gratuitously. They advance the overall plot and character development as it relates to the relationship between the protagonists (whatever number or gender they may be).

"It’s kind of like differentiating between Nude, Naked, and Nekkid: Nude is artistic, Naked is clinical, and Nekkid is a damn good time."

Alexis shared with me that two authors she thinks write excellent erotic fiction are Lori Foster and Opal Carew. In fact, her favorite erotic book is Too Much Temptation by Lori Foster. "It’s romance but it has some very hot and sensual scenes in it that are highly erotic," she explained.

Part of the public's misconception about erotica is that it equals porn and is full of "throbbing members" or other poorly disguised and easily mocked euphemisms.

"They completely overlook the plot and story as well as the work that goes into constructing a truly hot scene," Alexis said. "Another misconception is that it's entirely about depicting graphic sex. I would argue that the last fifty or so lines of James Joyce's Ulysses are highly erotic, in that they are the words of a woman having an orgasm after taking her husband to bed."

Alexis knows, in her own writing, if it has to be hot for her in order for it to be hot for her readers.

"I have to have an emotional connection to the work or I get bored," she said. "If the writer gets bored, the reader most definitely follows."

"Is there a boundary between porn and erotic romance that you personally would never cross?" I wondered.

"The adage ‘erotic is using a feather and pornographic is using the whole chicken’ applies here. I think there are very few hard and fast lines in terms of what can be erotica. Obvious the ones with legal and moral ramifications (kids, animals, blood/breathplay), but other than that, if you like it, chances are good that someone else will, too."

Alexis didn't set out to write erotica, especially, nor does she think it evolved from anything else. When she was in high school, she wrote straight fiction, even though she dabbled in erotica, but she wasn't very comfortable with her own sexuality at the time.

"I just set out to write the kind of stuff I like to read and it happened to be super spicy," she said.

Her mother read the first sex scene in Imminent Danger and asked Alexis if she wrote porn.

"I replied ‘no’. She then didn’t want to read any more of the sex scenes, which was fine," Alexis told me. "My dad and stepdad have read it, and my husband will read it when it comes out in paperback. I’m not ashamed of what I write, so the rule is, if you want to read it, you can. That rule, however, does not apply to my grandmothers, for obvious reasons."

On a personal note, I asked Alexis, "If you had to pierce a body part, what would you pierce and why?" "I have my nose and ears pierced, and I’ve often given thought to piercing my nipples, for the overall aesthetic value. On a woman, I like a belly piercing, though I wouldn’t be doing that myself. On a man, I’m super pedestrian: a nipple ring (small gage) and maybe some ear piercing."

For eating off another's tummy, she would choose sushi. Why?

"Keep the mess to a minimum and very small likelihood of getting burnt if you’re the serving platter," she explained. "I’m generally not an advocate of eating during sex, but if I was going to, then California rolls off of Jason Statham’s belly sound just about right."

Other favorite foods include Navajo fry bread, tortillas and frijoles, cannoli, and bruschetta caprese. Don't give her bell peppers, however.

"The flavor (regardless of the color) just kills the meal for me," she said.

She can tell the difference between Coke and Pepsi, assuring me, "Pepsi is sweeter and Coke has more of a bite. It’s harder to detect a difference when liquor is present, however."

When she's not writing, she can usually be found hanging with her family, friends, and dogs; reading books; catching up on her DVR ; and ghost hunting.

Finally, I asked Alexis, "What advice do you give authors wanting to write erotica?"

"Write the words they feel comfortable using," she said. "Write the stuff that you’d want to read. There’s no list of words that are unavailable or euphemisms you simply must use. Just write it the way that feels most organic to you and it will work out well."

You can keep up with Alexis on her website, http://www.alexisdcraig.net

Friday, August 20, 2010

Friday Spotlight: Serenity King

10 things people don’t know about me.

1. I ran track from junior high school to high school

2. I was a gymnast in junior high and high school

3. I am an avid Nascar, basketball, and football fan.

4. I am in school pursuing a degree in psychology

5. I have a degree in business administration

6. I have worked as a legal secretary and a paralegal altogether for about 15 years

7. I have done interior decorating.

8. I was an independent title closer

9. I love to joke around and have fun.

10. People will never believe this, but I was ordained in the church a while back; although I left that church, I still work with their women’s ministry and others. I was honored in 2009 at a banquet for the work that I do with the women.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Thursday Spotlight: Serenity King

Online book promotion can be difficult. You have to be dedicated to getting your information out there, which can also be complicated if you do not know where to start.

The utilization of all of the social networks, such as, Facebook, MySpace, Yahoo groups and Twitter are of the utmost importance, in conjunction with a reliable website and blog page. The most important thing is getting yourself and your book out there to the public. Publishers want to know that you are not solely depending on them to promote your book but that you are putting in an effort as well. Doing interviews and scheduling blog chats are also great online promotion tools. Each interview and blog chat puts your information in the eyes and ears of the old as well as the new readers.

Because of time restraints and my tight schedule, along with doing my own online promotion, I have decided to hire a promotional company to help promote my books. The use of a promotional company helps with getting my books on sites that I am not privy to and frees up a great deal of my time. The time saved can be utilized for writing more stories and spending time with my family.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Wednesday Spotlight: Serenity King

Balancing life and writing can be difficult without a plan.

When I first started writing I had about five WIPs (works in progress) going at once. I thought because I had started them I had to work on all of them at once to complete them. Well lo and behold those WIPs are still WIPs.

On top of my writing I am in school obtaining a degree in psychology and I have two teenage sons living at home with me. Anyone with children knows that with school, after school activities and the like, life can get very busy, very fast. Things became overwhelming very quick, so I had to formulate a plan to balance my writing life along with everything else.

I used to teach a class called “Managing Your Time and Priorities.” I took the knowledge from that instruction and incorporated it into my current situation. I keep an electronic agenda and start off with what’s top priority and work from there. What can wait is either moved to the next day or further in the week if possible. So far it’s working beautifully.

The hardest thing for me to conquer was balancing my writing with family time. Now, it is understood that my deadlines are my deadlines. I might not be available at the drop of a hat now, but that is okay, because we will still be able to do things together. The time I schedule with them is not broken unless there is an extreme emergency and vice versa. My writing time is not to be interrupted unless there is an extreme emergency. Actually, my family time is starting to turn into some great writing material.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Tuesday Spotlight: Serenity King

My goal when I first started writing was to self-publish and see how it worked before I tried to submit to Beautiful Trouble Publishing. Being familiar with the person you sort of get a feel of what they would be looking for in an author. I knew them as authors before they became publishers. I absolutely love their books! After working with them for several months I knew that BTP was a place that I wanted to be. They are tough in that they will comment on your story without trying to change your prose. The comments help, but don’t hurt the story. I like the fact that they are not afraid to say yes to a new author and no to an established author. They are tough but they are also fair. Not only that-their editors are just awesome. Seriously, in the few months that I have worked with them I have learned a great deal about my writing. They are so helpful. Each story that I submit I learn something new about my writing as well as what it will take to get me from being a “good” writer to being a “great” writer.

Earlier I said that they were tough, well, their toughness is what’s pushing me to be a great writer. Many people can write erotica but when there are stringent guidelines that must be followed by a publisher, you get to see just how good you are, by producing a great story even with the guidelines. There are things that BTP just will not allow in a story and for me, that’s what keeps me rooted and grounded in the values that I hold dear. It is so easy to do something that you don’t believe in just for the sake of publication; I don’t even have to contemplate doing something like that with BTP.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Monday Spotlight: Serenity King

I began working with my publisher quite by accident. I had read all of their books and loved them. In the process of working on my own story, I would email one of the owners, Jayha Leigh, and ask a bunch of questions about getting started. I wanted to self-publish a manuscript I was working on. Jayha was very patient with me and answered every single question that I had and then some. She even went as far as sending me valuable information that I would need as an author.

In the process of trying to self-publish my manuscript, which was wanted by a publisher, I emailed Jayha asking her to review my synopsis. One thing led to another and Beautiful Trouble Publishing asked if I wanted to write a short story for their Cowgirl series. I immediately accepted the offer to try. I submitted "Let’s Ride," which was accepted, and that started my writing career with BTP. Needless to say I ended up submitting Simply Beautiful to Beautiful Trouble Publishing as well. So far I have three releases scheduled to be released through Beautiful Trouble Publishing: Diamond’s Seduction, Sensual Seduction and You Are My Lady.

Working with Jeanie Johnson and Jayha Leigh “JandJ” of Beautiful Trouble Publishing has been an awesome experience all around. These two ladies know what they are looking for in a book and in an author and will not settle for less.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Author Interview: Maggi Sherwin


Whipped Cream is pleased to welcome Maggi Sherwin whose first erotic romance Pure Silk was recently published by Total-e-Bound. I asked her to tell us a little about her book.

"It recounts the efforts of dedicated animal cop Greg Hudson to turn his friends-with-benefits relationship with commitment shy film-maker Ellie Tobin into something more permanent."

Ultimately, for Maggi, erotic romance is about love and a good story. "I don’t think I can write sex scenes between people who don’t care about each other," she explained. "My characters might get themselves into a bind so to speak, but in a sexually playful way. For them it’s about sensuality, about enhancing each other’s pleasure."

In addition to having a good story, however, it also has to turn Maggi on.

"I like a powerful emotional connection between the lead characters," she said. "I am very much an Everywoman. If I like something, then I would like to think that other women will like it too. If I am writing a sex scene and I start to cringe then I know it’s wrong, at least for me. And I like to keep things light. If my characters have a sense of humour it keeps the sex playful."

Maggi once earned her living as an historical researcher and writer, so –not unnaturally—when she started writing with the serious intent of becoming published, she chose historical romance. However, she recently switched to writing contemporary fiction.

"I had never realized there was an erotic romance genre," Maggi said. "And then I read a Harlequin ‘Blaze’. I was amazed. I had always thought of Mills and Boon as publishers of sweet romance. And when I joined the Romantic Novelists Association I discovered that it was a huge genre, largely published as e-books. Moreover, there was an expanding market for new writers. Recently I was fortunate enough to have a year off work and it gave me the time I needed to try out other romance genres. I had a go at suspense and contemporary erotic, and bingo, in the latter I managed to win my Michelin star, aka a contract!

"The switch has been liberating," she told me. "Why? Historical research is time consuming and the intriguing facts a writer uncovers can seduce them away from the fiction the research is supposed to support. With contemporary I can be immediate and colloquial with language. I can use what I see around me, locations and settings I’m already familiar with."

Maggi has travelled extensively in Britain and Ireland and taken some fabulous international holidays, so she plundered her memory and photo collection for ideas and settings.

"In Pure Silk, Ellie is British but she is working in Texas and that is where the story is set," she said. "However, there is no cross-pond connection in my second contemporary story, a full-length novel, set in the south west of England this time - Cornwall. One early morning some eight years ago, I was at Porthleven harbour when I saw some youths surfing just off the breakwater. The seed of the story which has become Falconer’s Masquerade (yet to be published), was sown at that moment. But then writers never throw away ideas. They hoard them like condiments in the kitchen cupboard. It will sit there on the shelf until you realise it is the perfect ingredient for a dish you are concocting."

Maggi told me that one good thing about choosing to write erotic romance is that the length of the story can be as flexible as the heroine.

"It may be that you only need 15,000 words to say what you want to say, but there will still be a market for it," she explained. "A short story or novella stands as much change of being published as a longer novel, so you can try things out without devoting a year to one work. And it’s great training in economical story telling. You have to get your characters together. There can be no pussy-footing around, no padding. To carry on the cooking metaphor, leave out the pastry and concentrate on the filling!"

With all the cooking metaphors, I couldn’t help asking, "What's your favorite food?"

"Am I supposed to say something sexy? Well, the truth is that I am dangerously fond (diet-wise that is) of toad-in-the-hole, which is sausages cooked in a Yorkshire pudding batter mix. It reminds me of my mum. To make the batter rise you need to pour it into really hot dripping. I’ve tried healthy alternatives like one-cal spray and olive oil, but they don’t give the same delicious result. On the sweet front, I find the crystalline fudge known as Scotch Tablet irresistible."

If Maggi could be anything she wanted, she would choose to be the actress Felicia Farr in the 1956 Western The Last Wagon, playing opposite Richard Widmark.

"He was Comanche Todd, a resilient and enormously attractive man," she explained. "There is a scene between them which, without an item of clothing being shed, is truly, truly sexy."

She's never known anyone who could tie a cherry stem with their tongue, but does have a unique talent of her own.

"I am good at sucking the innards out of a Crunchie," she admitted. "A Crunchie is a thick bar of honeycomb covered in chocolate. When I was a child I used to compete with my friends so to see how much honeycomb I could extract without the outer chocolate shell collapsing. A lot of heavy tonguing was involved."

"What food do you consider best for eating off another's tummy?" I wondered.

"It's odd you should ask that, because in the erotic novel I've just finished, there is a rather sexy coming together of abdomen and warm caramel!"

Finally, I asked, "If someone were to play you in a movie, what actor would it be and why?"

"Rachel Weisz, because she’s the spitting image of me. Sort of. Ok, not at all, but I can dream can’t I? Which only proves that it isn’t historical, erotic or contemporary romance I should be writing, but fantasy."

You can keep up with Maggi on her blog, http://maggisherwin.blogspot.com,

Loving the Love Handles by Giselle Renarde


Forty-three is the magic age in my family. All my aunts, my grandmother, my mom—they all warned me, “On your forty-third birthday, watch out! You’ll put on the pounds like you would not believe. Thunder thighs, love handles… Poof! Just like that. You’ll have to buy all new clothes.”

I was never super-skinny, but I didn’t like the idea of my weight ballooning all at once. I felt like I was cursed! So, understandably, as forty-three crept up on me I was pretty apprehensive. I couldn’t tell if my mind was playing tricks on me or what, but as my birthday approached I could have sworn my body was changing. Getting bigger. Getting fat.

Now I should probably mention that I have a husband. Tim. Good guy. Love him lots. But the sex life? Not so much. I always felt like we had the opposite problem as every other couple in the world. I’ve always been big-time into getting it on, trying new things, giving in to moments of passion, and all that. Tim was never all that responsive. If anybody “had a headache” in our bed, it was always him. It sucked. I felt like he wasn’t attracted to me. It got me really down for a while.

But that was before the magical mystery birthday. My mom and everybody were right. I woke up one morning, and it was like I had a whole new body. Where I’d been blah before, I was suddenly curvy. I went from buttless to bootylicious! Flat to full! Boxy to belly! I’d never had a waistline to write home about. Now I had more love handles than I could handle. After the years of dread, I loved my new body! All the curves made me feel really feminine.

And the surprises didn’t end there. Tim walked in while I was trying to squeeze my new body into old clothes. My boobs wouldn’t stay put in my cotton camisole. My butt was bursting out of my boyshorts. I looked at his face in the mirror as he came in behind me. He looked like that cartoon wolf—you know the one whose eyes come surging out of his skull while his tongue lolls out of his mouth every time a girl wolf walks by? That was Tim. I’d never in my life seen him look at me that way.

Tim’s never been one with the words, so when he stammered, “Wow! You look amazing,” that really meant something to me. He came in close behind me and grabbed my boobs. It felt incredible. As he squeezed them, he sniffed my hair and sighed. Even through his pyjama pants, I could feel his cock getting hard as he rubbed against my ass. He ran his hands down my front and stroked my mound over the top of my shorts. I nearly keeled over. It might not seem like much, but we’re talking unprecedented for Tim. Especially when he whispered in my ear, “I want you, Liv.” How could I refuse?

We literally jumped into bed. He tore my top off, right up over my head. He dove at my boobs, pushing them together and pressing his face into them. I was really surprised when, as he sucked on my nipples, he also grabbed hold of my brand-spanking-new love handles. It felt so raw that I squirmed out of my shorts and kicked them to the floor. The second they were off, Tim flipped me over and really went at me.

In all our years together, I don’t think we’d ever had such intense, passionate sex. He took me from behind. Gripping my love handles so hard it almost hurt, he absolutely ploughed me. I was in utter disbelief. Especially when he started going on about how hot I was, and how he much he loved my body. I don’t remember him ever really complimenting me like that before.

Desperate thrust followed desperate thrust. As Tim held onto my body, he grunted and groaned. He told me how great I looked. He got right in close, skin to skin. He said he loved the feel of my naked flesh against his. Every word brought me closer to ecstasy, but it was his cock that drove me down against the bed until my face met the duvet. I could barely breathe, but what did I care? Tim thought I was gorgeous—he said so again and again as he dug his firm fingers into my flesh and plunged his cock so deep I thought he’d never find his way back out.

His motion grew faster as I pushed back against him, propelling my hips harder with every thrust. My breath warmed the duvet. I felt the heat spread to my cheek and wet my hair as I cried out for him to keep at it. I was coming. I was so damn close I could taste it.

It was explosive when we came. I was left panting, exhausted, and totally brain-dead. It was all so unexpected. When I first noticed my body getting big and bouncy, I kind of thought, “Well, that’s it. If Tim wasn’t into me before, he’s going to be totally turned off now.” I can’t believe how wrong I was. Now that the family “curse” has kicked in and I’m all curvaceous, my groom can’t keep his hands off me! Just goes to show that change can be a good thing.

I am loving the love handles!

About the author: Giselle Renarde is a proud Canadian, supporter of the arts, and activist for women’s and LGBT rights. For information on Giselle and her work, visit her website at www.freewebs.com/gisellerenarde/ or her blog at donutsdesires.blogspot.com. Ms Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

Online, Giselle has contributed erotic content to such websites as For The Girls, Ruthie's Club, Three Pillows, Oysters & Chocolate, The Erotic Woman, Every Night Erotica, Frequently Felt, Whipped Cream, Long and Short Romance, Every Day Poets, Hips and Curves, and Lucrezia Magazine. For more information on Giselle Renarde and her work, visit her website at www.freewebs.com/gisellerenarde or her blog, Donuts & Desires, donutsdesires.blogspot.com

Friday, August 13, 2010

Friday Spotlight: Isabel Roman

What’s your favorite superhero movie?

I came up with that question and then thought Crap, I don’t even know my own! I mean I’m a big Wolverine fan (thank you, Hugh Jackman…yum…) but there’s also Iron Man (course that might have something to do with a very buff Robert Downey Jr.) and the first Spiderman.

I guess if we take away the Hollywood thinking of bigger must be better, I’d go with the first Christopher Reeve Superman. Seriously! It was such a character driven story that even today you don’t cringe (other than at the clothes!) at the terrible special effects. You remember the story and the connection between Clark/Superman and Lois Lane.

So what drives us to return to the superhero movie again and again? The kickass special effects? Possibly, but so did GI Joe and the first Hulk move and both of those sucked!

No, I think it’s more of a remembrance from childhood, the clear delineation between good and evil, the cool powers everyone always wanted. It takes us back to simpler times (whether or not they truly were) and those memories are always the purest.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Thursday Spotlight: Isabel Roman

Historical v Contemporary

Recently it seems as if contemporaries are more popular than historicals; however, I do love a good historical. I am curious. Do you feel that contemporaries are so popular because they’re more relatable to today’s reader? Or that today’s reader can lose themselves in an historical setting?

Contemporaries are more popular, in my opinion, because of that. Today’s reader can relate not only to the setting but to today’s values. Human rights? Yup. Freedoms? Oh, yeah. Things were much stricter even 100 years ago and people today enjoy a great many more freedoms than their ancestors. Especially women!

And while today’s woman might not necessarily be able to relate to a woman from Colonial America, they can understand her. That’s the point of a good historical, to make the time frame understandable to the modern reader so that she might relate to her enough to feel sympathy.

Without that, without sympathy, even with a contemporary heroine’s story would flop. I never found chic-lit stories very relatable, but they’re hugely popular. Maybe it’s that not that I can relate, but I’ll never be in that position and can enjoy the story anyway. After all, I’ll never be in Colonial America but can still enjoy the story.

Food for thought.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Wednesday Spotlight: Isabel Roman

Is there such a thing as too much sex in an erotica? Therein lies the question.

Some novels are external plot based, some are character based. Normally in an erotica, the plots are character based which naturally involves more sex--like every 2 scenes. Are you interested in the sexual content or do you want the story to drive you toward the sex?

I prefer a story that wraps me up in the plot and gives me fun sex with the main characters along the way. I have friends who read it for various sexual scenes, but they tend to read more character-driven books with very little external conflict.

Which do you prefer? Either, both? A combination thereof? Depends on the mood? (you may take that pun or leave it *G*)

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Tuesday Spotlight: Isabel Roman

A recent conversation got me thinking about the romantic development. I tried explaining it to a non-writer friend who didn’t get it, but I think it’s more her not being a romance reader than anything.

The question is: How do you like your hero and heroine in an erotica? There’s sex-- then there’s romance. Does it bother you that the couple jumps into bed on page 2 or would you rather a bit of romance before that? Or even that they jump into bed but that the romance is also very strong?

By definition I’d say the latter, but everyone’s different. MY answer is: I don’t mind it both ways, so long as the opening encounter has some kind of story purpose. I want the sex to be integral to whatever the story is.

If not, then I want to see the development of the characters progress to the point I care about the characters getting involved in a sexual encounter. That they’ve teased me enough that I can’t wait for them to hop into bed. I find that very sexy.

What about you? How do you feel? What would you like to read?

Monday, August 9, 2010

Monday Spotlight: Isabel Roman

Five things I love about summer in no particular order:

1. Beach. I love and adore the ocean and would live there if I could. One day!

2. Traveling to places where I don’t need to bundle up to see anything.

3. Museums, they always seem to have the best stuff on display during the summer.

4. Sitting outside and enjoying my yard. This summer’s atrocious heat wave aside, it’s great to sit out there in the morning/evening and just relax

5. Longer days. Ben Franklin’s idea of daylight savings is all well and good when it works in your favor, but I don’t think he had no idea how hard it is to get up for work when it’s still pitch-black outside!

OK, and a #6…the warmth. Yeah, yeah this year’s atrocious heat wave aside, who likes being cold, all bundled up against the frigid winter, head down , not looking left or right or up, but down so your nose doesn’t fall off, with 7 feet of snow and blistering cold winds? NO ONE!!

What about you? Likes? Favs? Passions? Anywhere but here thoughts?

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Little Red Rides in the Hood by Paul Martin


Red’s mother lay passed out on the sofa and her mom's latest boyfriend was beginning to give her that look again. She didn’t mind fucking him when he was sober, but not when he was slobbering drunk. Besides, it was time to go to work.

There were a lot of ways to make dough in the hood and Red knew them all: drugs, number running, mugging strangers. They each had their own risks, but Red had a safer way to make the money she needed-- exotic dancing.

She had her routine down pat and it never failed. As Sam the Sham sang Li’l Red Riding Hood, you sure are looking good, she would come out on stage wearing a long red cloak, the hood up covering her face.

Red always started out strutting the length of the stage, showing a bit of leg here and there to get the audience warmed up. Then she would grab the pole and swing around it once allowing her cloak to swirl, revealing more of her body to the pervs. Once again she’d strut the stage, loosening the ties that held her cloak. Running back to the pole she’d swing around and around until the cloak went flying off revealing her red lace underwear, stockings and six inch red stilettos. The pervs really liked that.

During the rest of her show, as she’d slowly remove her bra and panties, she would scan the audience for her mark of the night. That was where she would make the big bucks, doing private dances for some schmuck with more dough than brains.

Tonight was no exception. She spotted him in the back row. Expensive suit, well groomed hair and that hungry look only a newbie or a married man would have. Usually she would just give them a dance and maybe fuck them if they were rich enough, but there was something different about this guy.

He had that clean cut look to him, probably married and henpecked. Well, she would show him a real good time and take his mind off of his bitch of a wife for awhile. Maybe a long while if she played her cards right.

Her show over, she went back stage and put her costume on again then went out front and sat next to him. He looked her straight in the eyes and she felt her thighs tingle with excitement. God, he was gorgeous! If she didn’t need the money to fix her car so she could blow this popsicle stand, she would fuck him for free.

Giving him her most seductive smile, she said, “My, what big blue eyes you have.”

“The better to see you with.”

“Mmmm, what full lips you have.”

“The better to kiss you with,“ he said while running his tongue across them.

“Oh my, what a long tongue you have.”

“The better to eat you with.”

“Would you like to?”

His voice, low and husky, sent shivers down her spine. “What did you have in mind?”

Red had to swallow hard before she could answer. “I thought you might like a private dance.”

“Just a dance?”

“Oh, for a generous guy like you, we might do a little talking?”

He chuckled and Red felt a hot puddle forming deep in her groin. She wanted to do him right there on the table.

“Is that what they call it around here? Talking?” When he took her by the hand jolts of electricity ran up her arm. “I know of a hotel near here,” he said.

Once they were in the room he pinned her against the closed door, covering her mouth with his. He kissed her hard and long. Their tongues met in a mad tangle of passion.

Within minutes they were both stripped naked and rolling on the lumpy bed. She grabbed him by his balls and kissed the top of his long, hard cock. “My, what a big dick you have!”

“The better to pleasure you with, my dear.”

Inch by inch, she tried to take it all in her mouth, but it was too long. Using her hand and lips she brought him close to coming then quickly rolled a condom down its hard length. Rising up on her knees, she slowly settled back down, guiding his cock inside her.

His width and length made her cry out in pleasured pain and gave her the first orgasm of the night. She rode him hard and fast. They were both sweating as their lust drove them to a frenzied height. His eruption shot deep inside her, nearly bursting the condom with his hot seed.

During the long, hot night he showed her many new positions and pleasures of the flesh. In the morning she couldn’t bear the thought of taking his money. He was the best fuck she ever had and she really liked the guy. She dressed hurriedly and left before he woke.

Later that afternoon she lay on her bed listening to her mother and her boyfriend fighting through the thin walls. She tried to block them out by thinking of the previous night. She didn’t care if he was rich or not, or even if he was married. She had to be with him. She had to have his body next to hers, his cock deep inside her, and she didn’t even know his name.

She was almost asleep when she heard a horn blowing outside her window. Looking outside she saw a block long limo and he was standing next to it. Red ran out of her room and down the stairs.

“There you are,” he said. ”I’ve been looking for you. You left these behind,” he said, holding up a pair of red panties.

She was hoping he would come for her, and here he was.

‘Thanks,” was all she could muster.

Opening the car door, he said, “By the way, my name is Wolfgang. But you can call me Wolf.”

Author Interview: Tory Richards


Whipped Cream is pleased to welcome Tory Richards, whose latest book Talk Dirty to Me was recently released by Ellora's Cave. She also shared with me the exciting news that she has a new book coming out soon by the same publisher, Breathless Surrender as well as a new book coming out from The Wild Rose Press, All the Right Moves.

I asked her to tell us a little bit about some of her books.

In Talk Dirty to Me, Lilly has been in love with her brother's best friend Blake for years. She lost her virginity to the oil driller on her eighteenth birthday, only to wake the next morning to find him gone. After he pulled that stunt twice more, she swore never to see or talk to him again. But now he's back for her brother's wedding, and he's as sexy as she remembers.

Blake thinks Lilly's even sexier than ever. Unable to resist one another, they don't make it out of the airport parking lot before taking up where they left off. As the two rediscover their passion for each other, nothing and nowhere is off limits!
In All the Right Moves, Annie McCall finds a patient dead in her office, and now she's on the run for her life. Detective Marshall Thomas is willing to break the rules to protect the beautiful doctor, but who will protect her from him? It isn't long before the only danger Annie's facing is the sizzling heat between the sheets.
Tory told me that the heat between the hero and heroine, and lots of it, makes a good erotic story in her opinion.

"It doesn't always have to lead to sex," she explained. "Half the turn on is the anticipation and the journey there."

One thing she finds as a public misconception about erotic romance is confusing it with porn.

"There's a big difference. Porn is all about the sex. There's no plot. Erotic romance has a story line. And emotions are involved."

She admitted she doesn't do research for her stories.

"That would be too much like school," she declared, "and I hated school. I have a very active imagination. And- there's always the Internet. Although, I would like to say that I write from experience."

"Is there a boundary between porn and erotic romance you personally will never cross?" I asked.

"I learned very recently not to say never. I swore you'd never see two things in my stories-- the F word and the female C word. As much as I feel the F word should remain in the bedroom, it slipped out a few times in Talk Dirty to Me."

Tory's first book, Cupid's Arrow, was a sweet romance. Each book she wrote after that, however, contained a little more heat and a little more sex. The sex started getting more explicit—and then so did the words.

"The words were the hardest part for me to overcome," she admitted. "The first time I wrote cock down-- a few pages later I went back and erased it. Then later I added it back in, only to go back and erase it again. I finally left it in."

On a personal note, I asked Tory, "If you could be anyone, who would it be?"

"Raquel Welch," she said promptly. "Have you seen her lately? She's ageless. I swear I think she made a pact with the devil. She gets more beautiful every year."

When it comes to body piercings, Tory said that the location of the piercing is what makes it sexy and the sexiest spot would be the belly button. The piercing just draws the eye to that part of the body.

Some of Tory's favorites:

Favorite food for eating off tummy or other body parts—"Chocolate tastes good on anything. Whipped cream, too. Chocolate and whipped cream on nuts is my favorite."

Favorite food in general—"any kind of sandwich."

Favorite food to hate—"Brains."

Favorite letter—"O. Like King Authur's round table, everyone is equal."

"Can you tell the difference between Coke and Pepsi?" I wondered.

"I sure can! Some people think there's no difference but there is. Pepsi is sweeter than coke."

Her strangest habit? Letting her ice cream get soft before she eats it.

When she's not writing, she can usually be found doing something with her family. They love to travel together, and she admitted that traveling with them brings out the adventurer in her. In fact, it was her family, especially her daughter and niece, who encouraged her to first submit her work to a publisher. She took their advice and that first sweet romance was the result.

Finally, I asked Tory what advice she would give to other authors who wanted to write erotica.

"Read! There are a lot of authors out there who write great erotica. Live it! Experiment with your other half. Dress up, eat food off each other, switch roles. Let your imagination run wild, you'll be surprised at where it will take you! But, mainly, believe in yourself."

You can keep up with Tory on her blog, http://debbiewallace.blogspot.com.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Friday Spotlight: Kaily Hart

Why do YOU Read Romance?


I’m not fat, ugly, unmarried or ‘needing to get laid’, but I read romance, usually of the hot and steamy variety. Someone actually identified these attributes to me as characteristics of women who read ‘that stuff’. Can you believe it? Yes it was a ‘he’, but there are also many women who think romance is trashy fiction unworthy of them.

I tend to think they’re thinking about the ‘bodice ripper’ type stories of the past, and although there are still books in that vein today, the romance genre has expanded in leaps and bounds out into many other sub-genres. It has also broached across into other areas of popular fiction.

Sometimes it’s hard to classify a book as a romance novel because it may also have strong elements of intrigue, suspense, historical perspective, paranormal or fantasy. I figure people read romance for a variety of reasons, probably very personal and very individual. Me? I started reading it because it provided a relief from my crazy work schedule, even crazier family situation and just allowed me to…escape, even if it was just for ten minutes at a time.

I read more to the hot side of things because I think those intimate moments provide a valuable window into characters and there’s such an opportunity to grow them in these types of scenes. The book would kind of feel incomplete to me otherwise. And really, I read romance because let’s face it, life has a lot of harsh realities, challenges and issues that we face everyday. It’s nice to escape into a ‘feel good’ book where good triumphs over evil and love wins the day.

So, why do YOU read romance?

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Thursday Spotlight: Kaily Hart

Hair? Or not?


I talked about safe sex and its place in erotic romance during my blog tour. It generated some great comments and interesting perspectives. I thought I would raise another, perhaps controversial topic. It’s something I think about as soon as my heroine’s clothes start to come off.

Hair or not? You know, down there. I like to be very descriptive with my love scenes, utilizing the senses and describe particularly how the characters are touching each other, what they see, what they feel. I like to write in the hero's Point of View (POV) and describe the heroine through his eyes during this period of maximum vulnerability. I kinda feel like it has to come up, even if it’s only briefly.

I currently write contemporary romance and I also want to accurately reflect the sentiments and customs that are today. Let’s face it, most women shave or wax to some degree, but it is common with younger women to be completely bare these days. There’s probably a number of reasons: to accommodate briefer clothing and swimwear, for comfort and appearance, and to heighten sexual pleasure. Most guys don’t want to have to use a toothpick after…you know. LOL.

Of course, it also depends on the heroine and it has to absolutely be consistent with her character. In Picture This, Jillian has a ‘shaving accident’ so I have a little fun with it, but with each of my stories, I do think carefully about this aspect of the heroine, what it says about her character and her outlook, and how I’ll reflect it in book, particularly the more intimate scenes.

So, what about you? Do you have certain expectations in this area? Is it just something that can pull you out of the story? Is it something you even think about?

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Wednesday Spotlight: Kaily Hart

How Do Guys Really View a Woman’s *cough* Sexual History?


Somehow I came across this German advertisement for BMW pre-owned certified vehicles. What does that have to do with anything? Well, if you read the caption it says ‘you know you’re not the first’. The ad is clearly aimed at men, but I thought it very clever when it was comparing pre-owned cars, trying to overcome the stigma I guess might be attached to a car owned and driven by another driver first.

It got me thinking, though. What do men really think about when they consider a woman’s past history? How do they think about it? When does it occur to them? Do they dwell on it? Do they feel jealousy or is there acceptance? Do they even care? If you checked in with my blog tour at all, you’ll know I love to write in the male Point of View (POV). I love to ponder everything that’s male and really try to get into their psyche. For me, it’s actually a ton more fun than writing in the heroine’s POV. I was fascinated by this ad because it seemed to be feeding into an insecurity that men may have or highlighting something they just take for granted. Sometimes the character’s past histories come up in my stories and it can be either from the hero or the heroine’s perspective. It’s only ever to further the story or evolve the characters and the hero’s thoughts, if he has any, are consistent with the character that I’ve built for him. Of course, it’s more accepted, even expected that the hero has ‘been around’, ‘played the field’, or ‘sewn his wild oats’. Perhaps not so much with the heroine, but again, it depends on the character. The ad provided another great insight into the male thought process and more fodder for future stories!