Woo-hoo! New Covers! Excerpts! Sale News!

It’s Cover Reveal Day! OK, it’s only EIGHT MINUTES into cover reveal day, but I have been itching to share these with you since Wicked Book Covers created them for me. As an extra Reveal Day treat, you get excerpts from the books as well!

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“Fuck. A tear slipped out, despite my stringent attempt to ignore or deny it. Jase must have felt it soak into his shirt, because he coaxed me to look at him again, one big hand cupping the side of my face like it was made of china.

“Aw, none of that,” he said, leaning down and kissing the tear away. I took a shaky breath. Love is a drug, and its side effects were sometimes hard to cope with. The overpowering lust that possessed me anytime Jase was nearby was only one of them. Overwhelmed, I could think of only one way to handle it.

“Don’t even switch off the lights. Bedroom. Now.”

I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him behind me across the living room, leaving the dinner mess scattered all over the bar. Leaving my tumultuous thoughts behind, I listened to my body, and all of its parts were screaming in unison to fuck.”

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“Let’s see the slut-wear,” Jase said, yanking my dress off over my head. My hands trembled, wanting to clutch at it, I felt so vulnerable. I didn’t, though, knowing how silly it was. Joe had seen me in my stage gear many times, and was about to see me in much less, I guessed. I awaited instruction, tits tingling, cunt clenching.

I knew how Red Riding Hood must have felt when she was sure the wolf was going to eat her. Here I was, skimpy bra, little hipster panties, stockings and shoes, before them, both still fully dressed. I felt more naked than I actually was. Joe made an appreciative noise.

“Spin,” Jase made a twirling gesture with one hand. I turned around slowly twice, and looked to him to see if I should stop. He nodded. Joe whistled.

“That is one fine piece of ass you own, brother.”

“What’s mine is yours tonight.”

If it was possible to get any wetter, I did. My whole body was nothing but neglected nerve endings, buzzing as they could reach out and reel in some touch, any touch. My thighs pressed together unconsciously, seeking to relieve the ache that was growing at their junction. That never worked, just drew attention to my state.

“Get those legs apart,” Jase growled. I bit my lips and complied.”

Switch It ON will be FREE on May 30th and 31st!

Switch It UP will be ONLY $0.99 June 1st- 3rd!

New Cover Reveal!

So, a kind patron bought me some new covers. Don’t ask me what I did for him. Ha ha. Seriously, they are beautiful, and I cannot wait to show them to you! The kind folks at Wicked Book Covers really went above and beyond to create an entirely new expression of the emotion involved in The Switch Stories. Stick around, as they will be revealed on Memorial Day, 2015!

As to Switch It OFF, I am busily working on it! I am hopeful to have it to you by the fall.
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Nothing much, Twitter. What’s happening with YOU?

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The literary world lost an incalculable wealth of talent on March 12, 2015, when Sir Terry Pratchett left this plane of existence, although certainly he is not gone from the hearts of his fans. It may or may not surprise you to learn that erotica is not my only interest in life. Ha-ha.

According to Sir Terry, this is what I ought to have been doing. “…he had heard that writers spent all day in their dressing gowns drinking champagne. (This is, of course, absolutely true.)” That might have been a halfway decent excuse for my long absence from this blog.

Facebook asks me “What’s going on?” and Twitter wants to know “What’s happening?” Y’all would be well within your rights to go “WTF? Where HAVE you been?” I started this blog to communicate with readers, fans, and followers, and I have not held up my end. This particular blog post, while no excuse, is an attempt at explanation. I often share with you my pithy observations about the writing process, so it seemed apropos.

Some changes have occurred in my circumstances, foremost a change of day job. This has led to more free time, rather than less, although if you do the math, that’s a little worrying in regards to the future. I picked up some freelance work, which turned out to be tedious and time consuming. I think I have never wanted to write my own things as badly as when I was stuck writing according to someone else’s ideas.

But even more so, I have noticed in myself a lassitude when I sit down to write. I’m not one hundred percent certain where it comes from. I may have slipped into a little depression. Perhaps it’s the new schedule, to which I am still adjusting. I think a good portion comes from the fact that I was writing ALL THE TIME. The last thing I wanted to do when I was done was write some more.

I’ve never stopped plotting, however. In the shower, walking the dog, washing the dishes, all the places that many people fill with music to entertain themselves, I turn to Switch It OFF in my head, and sort of let the characters go. I tell the story to myself, just as I have done in some version in the quiet moments since I was a very small girl.

There is a pressure and a fear that go along with the plot, however. Pressure that I get this done and out to you? Fear that I won’t do my characters justice, that I won’t hear or understand them properly? Fear of failure, causing pressure to succeed?

Writers are all crazy, we are told. I’ve even read a theory, crackpot at best, stating that the DESIRE to create itself is slightly insane. If true, that’s fine. I have the equipment, illness and plenty of angsty bullshit.

Just lately, I’ve been itching to work. The story wants to be told. I want to tell it. I hope when it’s done, you’ll enjoy reading it. Now there’s just the small matter of writing it.

My First Kindle Countdown Sale is Underway!

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Switch It UP is on SALE now, for only $0.99! Ah, such a deal!

You know I generally don’t do that kind of thing. I consider this blog to be a place where we can chat with one another, where I can share whatever weird writer junk is going through my brain. But having this going on made me think about being a business person, which I certainly never imagined being. Of course, indie authors must also be about the business, and this has certainly been emphasized to me. I just never though of The Switch Stories as a product. So that’s new for me. Whether I can be a success at marketing remains to be seen, but that doesn’t change the pride I have in this novel, or the hope that, should you read it, you’ll enjoy it!

In Which a Blog About Consent Turns into a Book Review!

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Last year, something terrible happened in Tennessee. I didn’t hear anything about it until some days later, researching on FetLife as I do. Someone, quite possibly the author herself–this was a year ago, so I can’t recall—posted an amazing blog on the subject. It was the first I’d read about it. A submissive named Shirley Beck was killed by those she trusted. Few fitting words do justice to what she went through. Kate Kinsey found those words, in her brilliant piece “The Last Four Hours of Shirley Beck’s Life“. I’m not sure anyone could have said it better.

Of course, I wanted to respond, as a member of the Kink Community, as an author of BDSM erotica, and as a freaking human being. I was so upset, I forgot how to word. Incoherent moans and sobbing seemed more appropriate. I cried, a lot.

In the end, I wrote another piece entirely, due to a censorship situation in which I knew the players, and it did speak on consent, but only peripherally. I was petrified to allow my brain to stray near the original subject. I kept meaning to come back to it, but publishing Switch It ON, and writing and publishing Switch It UP consumed my life. Well, and three trips to visit The Muse, who restoreth my soul, so to speak.

Finally, the work was done, and when I contemplated a real blog post for y’all, neither sharing nor selling, consent seemed the obvious choice. Although this incident had opened a conversation, we just reheated the same stale meal: There is no such thing as “rape culture”, and even if there was, WE don’t participate. Consent is built into our guidelines, after all. None of us would ever violate anyone’s boundaries! The safe-word is sacred!

Obviously, this is no more true for us than it is for the vanilla community. In fact, WIITWD leaves abusers with even more excuses! Consent needs to be addressed, and readdressed, and then sent to the P. O. Box and readdressed again, until the vanilla world truly believes that “no” means “NO!”, and until everyone in the fetish community will stop at “red” (or pistachio, or whatever y’all agree on. I don’t judge that either.)

In the immortal words of Arlo Guthrie, “That’s not what I came here to tell you about.” When I began preparing for this entry, I wanted to read the original piece that inspired it, that I have linked above. I did so, and cried and failed again. However, whenever I read something particularly brilliant, I like to go and see what else that person is doing.

This has led to something I haven’t done on this blog, a book review! (Cue announcer voice and dramatic music!)

Red, in the author’s own words is: “Truly, madly. . .deadly

Detective Tom Hanson has a string of grotesquely mutilated bodies on his hands and no answers–aside from the fact that the victims were members of an underground sex club catering to singular erotic tastes. Tastes the long, lean detective has sampled himself in the arms of his former lover, a fiery redhead who offered the most erotic, irresistible sex he’d ever encountered. Until the night she’d begged for the one thing he couldn’t give, and he lost her forever.

Gina Larsen is the only one who can guide Hanson through the fringe world of dark fantasy and desire that lies hidden deep beneath the Bible Belt. Lured into her lair by a quest for justice, Hanson discovers his hunger for Gina has only grown stronger and deeper. . .beyond the edge of control. Soon he’s shedding his last inhibitions in the search for answers, but the more she draws him into her erotic web, the less he can distinguish between passion and duty, pleasure and pain. . .good and evil.”

I know, right? How could I possibly resist? Before the Muse inspired me to embark upon this journey, thrillers were the mainstay of my library, and here, it seemed, all my best beloved worlds would collide. Red is that brilliant explosion.

Authenticity is only where we begin. Ms. Kinsey tells all, with honesty and love, that anyone might want to know about BDSM; more, in fact, than might be comfortable for some. She unflinchingly shines the light into some of the darker areas of the scene.

Her probing glow also invades the psychology of Kink, and of people in general, allowing her to create some vivid and memorable characters. Her use of language is expert, her descriptive powers evoking erotic images and horrific crime scenes with equal skill. With all this, she includes the twists and surprises thrillers need to thrill.

As book reviews haven’t really been my thing, I have no rating system here. Whatever it would be, Red would get the highest honors, 5 stars, 2 thumbs up, and a standing ovation.

7 Surprise Reads of 2014

My bestie, T. Baggins got a well deserved shout out in this!

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It’s hard to play favorites.

It’s especially hard to play favorites when you’re an avid reader and you love most of what you read. Ever since I tapped into Goodreads and met readers with similar tastes, nearly every book I read is a 4- or 5-star rating. Not because I’m generous, but because I take recommendations from readers and authors I trust and usually read quality stuff.

Sometimes I veer off the path. And that can be fun, too, because I get some unexpected joys that way.

So instead of doing a “favorites” post for the end of 2014, let me tell you some surprise reads I had. These are books that I either didn’t expect to like at all, or didn’t expect to like as much as I did, or didn’t know about and therefore had no expectations of whatsoever – and I wound up loving the hell out…

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It’s time to Switch It UP!

Switch It UP is available now!  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RNHYFBS

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Warning! This is an erotic romance, so contained herein are graphic descriptions of sex, bondage, discipline, dominance, and submission. You’ll find group sex, voyeurism, Daddy-daughter play, and mud fetishism. Mental illness, self-harm, and consent violation are some of the difficult issues addressed. Somehow, there’s still room for art, ironic humor, and love.  

Last week, I only thought I had problems. How I wish for last week!

It’s a Dom problem. My sleazy boss at the dungeon is ripping me off and harassing my sweet, gorgeous assistant, Trey, who is too submissive for his own safety.

It’s a sub problem. Usually my lover Jase is my rock, always there to take care of me, whether I need feeding or spanking. Now something from Jase’s past is pulling him away from me. He grows more distant every day.

It’s a poly problem. Beautiful Trey is ready to explore with my gorgeous new pet, Hunter, and wants me along for the ride. And Jase’s buddy Joe has been casting filthy glances my way, along with his Dirty South grin.

Sometimes I don’t know what the question is, but I’m pretty sure sex is the answer. Time to SWITCH IT UP.