Monday, October 28, 2013
Happy almost Halloween! Guess what dropped in time for the Holidays? My latest novella, and it's a bloody, hot paranormal thriller. BLOOD AND LUST, my lesbian vampire tryst, was just let out the gate by Riverdale Avenue Books and I couldn't be prouder of my new baby - - even if she's got fangs and a thirst for blood. I love all my babies. This novella (distinguished from a novel by its length - - crisp and tight at 20,000 words) is a particular thrill for me, because it marks my departure from contemporary realism into the world of fantasy and vampires. And let's not forget vampire romps. Ooh, those hot lesbian vampires and the ladies who can't get enough. I hope you'll check out Blood and Lust and let me know what you think. Once it's got a hold on you, it won't let you go. Don't say I didn't warn you!
Here is the blurb!
The eyes of a rising Broadway starlet are opened to a world she never knew existed, and a passion she never knew burned inside her…
After an opening night party, Emma Jones naively accepts a ride home from her lecherous producer and finds herself in a desperate struggle. But when a beautiful, mysterious stranger rescues her, Emma realizes that the real danger may have just begun.
Her savior, Skarlet, is an agent of the Vampire Commission, a secret organization with an intense interest in Emma - - or more specifically, her blood. Skarlet’s mission is clear: deliver Emma into the clutches of the Commission. But as they near their destination, Skarlet cannot deny the intense attraction she feels toward her breath-taking captive. Emma is drawn to her magnetic heroine as well and a fateful decision sets the two on a path of extreme danger and forbidden love. As the Commission closes in, a startling discovery raises the stakes and both women must choose - - between all they’ve ever known and a passion they’ve never known before.
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Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Friday, May 24, 2013
Today, I watched an eight minute clip of a beautiful, naked woman pleasuring herself (well, ostensibly). I chose this particular clip, among others, because I thought it would help me choreograph a scene in my current WIP.
As soon as I clicked "play", my mind went into high-gear and I was powerless to put my hand down--from chronicling my character's thoughts.
I channeled "Skarlet". I thought about how she wouldn't be able to help noticing how elegant the porn lady’s hands were. How nicely expensive jewelry would rest on those naked, busy, attention-grabbing fingers. Then "Skarlet" was drawn in by her lips, which were naturally full and supple, and she imagined how her kiss would feel on her lips--all the while relieved that she wasn't wearing sticky gloss or heavy eye shadow like the porn ladies usually do. Her breasts had clearly been robustly surgically enhanced, but Skarlet chose to ignore their fakeness and scanned her nipples, which were hued pink and perfectly shaped, with an attractive amount of areola.
So there was Skar, completely picking this woman apart and revving up for her big O at the same time. Despite the judgment she kept passing, she couldn't help but enjoy the show. She decided that she liked what she saw. Well, that's not entirely accurate. Her body decided for her. And she was okay with that. She is a gay woman, after all. And this is how a gay woman watches porn made for straight men, especially when it's the only porn she can get her hands on.
The woman's acting was eh. Did she seem like she was actually getting off? Not really. She kept making these open-mouthed squinty-eyed expressions that were so obviously forced. And Skarlet cringed when she turned her lusty gaze into the camera. Such opposite sex pandering! But she willingly suspended her disbelief of the porn lady and chose instead to focus on her bare, heaving D's when her facial posturing became too condescending to bear. Skarlet wondered if the lady would care if she knew that a woman was watching her. Scrutinizing and judging her every gesture in the way only a woman can...while getting off to her at the same time. Would an awareness of a female audience move her to dig deeper and find a truer performance?
Skarlet's brain kept going, even though her body was all, "She's hot. She's fucking hot." But why is this stunning woman doing porn in the first place? Is she running away from something?
The lady continued moving those fingers. Poetry. Adeptness. Until…no no no don't put them in your mouth! Skarlet averts her eyes. She avoids more eye contact through the camera during the moronic finger-to-mouth pushes. She tunes back in just in time to watch her move the saliva-laden fingers back down to her vag, using them to glisten herself and enhance her delight (once again, ostensibly). Skarlet rolls her eyes. Women NEVER do that when they're alone!
We don’t put our fingers in our mouth during sex OR masturbation, and we don't rub saliva onto our clitorises! Skarlet announces this inside my head as if a gang of cheerer-onners had arrived to support this view. Skarlet continues watching the lady's magnificent body writhe, and she's getting close...The woman pushes her breasts in real close to the camera and Skarlet has to laugh at herself as she enjoys the illusion that her face is right underneath. She smiles and blushes. Not bad, Mr. Porno Man.
She hits the big O. I shut down my laptop. Skarlet marvels at how shallow she can be. How she's just like a guy. "I got off to this! Shame on me. I’m just like a man!" Well, except for those moments when she's completely not.
Men, are your minds this active when you watch porn?
We're pretty sure we already know the answer.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Sexy euphemisms are hot. They take some degree of creativity to conjure and, when used appropriately, can be more sensual than describing private parts outright. Moist nests…rivers of desire...and hey, what about when she opens her honey pot? Sounds yummier than a tight hole or clit at attention. But sometimes just saying it like it is really does the trick.
What sounds sexier to you?
I say it depends on the context.
On the tone of the scene. Or perhaps on the overall tone of the story. I used to be shy about referring to my character’s wetness, or her swollen parts. But while in the throes of writing a sex scene, I've found that I'm simply at the mercy of my character’s visceral reaction to her love interest. If my story is in the first person, the descriptions that pop to mind are my narrator’s, which, depending on who she is, can be poetic and gentle or crude and literal. And the same thing goes for third person tone. How detached is my narrator? Does she have intimate knowledge of one or both of my heroines?
One thing I’ve learned to always keep in mind during a sex scene is that sensuality reigns. In romance writing, sex is rarely about the sex. It's usually about two people heightening a connection they have discovered by bringing it to a physical level. An intensely physical level. If a crude description will liven the sensuality between your two characters, go for it. A plain anatomical blow-by-blow doesn’t have to hearken back to high school health class. It may actually do a better job of keeping the reader in the scene than bringing to mind artful water displays and places where birds rest.
To illustrate how both euphemism and literal description can work together, here’s a short excerpt from my first ever published sex scene. In italics, you’ll find what I was thinking while I was writing it. What I’m going for here is the blog version of a director’s DVD commentary over her film.
My two L WORLD heroines finally come together after a cat and mouse chase. The scene picks up after Blake, the main heroine, has been pleasured by Janie for the first time. This is Blake's first sexual encounter with a woman.
Janie beamed, seeming thrilled that she brought her new lover to climax. But she could feel her own love juices dripping down her leg, reminding her how helpless she was to stop her body from crying out to Blake. She hungered for those strong hands and tongue. For me, love juice sounds appetizing, like a cup of fresh-squeezed O.J. or Ocean Spray. Hey, Ocean Spray—now there's a good lady lubricant euphemism!
Janie brought her mouth up to meet Blake’s as she settled down from her euphoric state. She embraced her, and Blake let out a deep sigh, their warm, sweaty bodies enmeshing. Warm, sweaty bodies enmeshing is a safe choice. I easily get a visual of legs wrapped around each other and arms connecting, using only a few words to get there.
“Janie,” Blake said, pushing an unwieldy strand of hair behind Janie’s ear. “Everything feels like it makes sense. It is almost as if I can see again.” That quote is a nod to the movie Bound, starting a steaming hot Gina Gershon and seductive Jennifer Tilly.
They shared a tender kiss and Blake raised her thigh, meeting the hot cream between Janie’s legs. Janie slid back and moaned. Hot cream sounds desserty to me. More appetizing than wetness in this particular instance. And cunnilingus is on the way, so I need my ladies to be delicious.
“Make me come, Blake” she said with an intensity that at once seemed to excite and frighten Blake.
She pushed Janie back down and mounted her, kissing her passionately. Her mouth stayed glued to Janie’s as her hand massaged down her body, savoring her curves.
“Blake, I can’t take it anymore. Touch me!” Janie commanded, and she opened her legs. Whenever a woman "opens her legs" at just the right moment, it's a complete turn on, in any genre. With that deliciously simple phrase, placement is key to arousal.
Blake rubbed her hand in between Janie’s thighs, amazed at the slippery love potion she had inspired. It excited her and made her feel in control. She caressed Janie back and forth over her wetness and Janie took staggered breaths as if she were suffering.
“Is that good?” Blake asked, unsure of her skill but sure of her passion.
“Everything you're doing is good,” Janie assured her.
For more, check out L WORLD here, now in paperback and e-book, and I'd love to hear your thoughts on my sex scenes!