Writings and ramblings

I have been somewhat lax on this site of late, failing to announce new books that have come out, not posting in general. So, for the coming Wednesday in October I’ll be announcing the books and stories that have come out over the past few (more than few in some cases…) months.

So to start, The Ravening Season.

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A short piece, 1300 words approx, f/m. Art and painting is the theme (which I seem to come back a lot I have to say…)

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He made himself cry for her. Not sob, nor weep and wail, but cry, silently, with tears running down his face.

She took photographs while he did. She had him sit on a stool in front of the blue egg-shell wall in her kitchen, made him take his shirt off. First middle distance, so she could capture his chest, concaved a little as he hunched, his shoulders rolled forward as his hands were kept between his knees – she asked that he didn’t touch his face, rub his eyes (later he would tell her that was the hardest part of it, not to wipe himself to keep himself neat and tidy.) The kitchen was warm, so his nipples remained soft as rose buds under his chest hair.

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Word count: 2250
Content: Erotica, NSFW, F/m, BDSM
Setting: Contemporary
Notes: First written in two parts for Wanton Wednesday, and then a final part for Wicked Wednesday.

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The box Larissa brought with her contained black cord, a jar of honey, a silver spoon with a long, spindly handle…and a triple crown cock ring.

Oh hell…

The last item K. picked up with pinched fingers, like he was holding a dead mouse by the tail, and examined held out from him as far as his arm could stretched, eyes glancing at it almost sideways.

Larissa giggled, and he looked at her sharply. “No.”

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Segueing from Wanton Wednesday in Wicked Wednesday with the conclusion of Crown. Very not safe for work, folks! You know the drill.

Part 2

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Today I’m over at Victoria Blisse‘s blog for her Friends Friday. My post is: Why I Write…Ladies on Top

Head on over to read and join the conversation.

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I’ve posted this on Facebook and on Twitter, but worth whacking up a blog post too. My First Spanking, edited by Cassandra Park, features my short story ‘It’s Gonna Hurt’. It’s a sweet (but sharp 😉 ) tale of Kira who breathless tells Orlando what she really wants to do is spank him, and the outcome of that confession. Was fun writing it, and was a delight to have it accepted. Was pleased as well that once again I’m published along side Clarice Clique and Maxine Marsh, both of whom were also in Erotica Apocrypha. There is something quite nice about seeing your name alongside the same people again – not sure quite what that is, but it’s nice.

The anthology can be purchased at: Ravenous Romance, and Amazon UK. And you can read an extract on this site here.

And while I’m in plugging mode, my story Fool’s Gold is available for purchase if you’ve not yet done so (and do read it too – it’s not so much a romp but trying for something a bit thoughtful about the nature of desire, memory, and fantasy – whether it works or not is up to you. )

In further news, last week I spent frantically hunched over the computer to get a submission done. It’s one that’s been in the back of my mind for a while now, and would have come out more slowly had I not had a sudden realisation that the due date was March rather than April! But boy, did the suddenly upon me deadline bring a few things into perspective. Most everything was dropped in order to get the story done, and it resulted in chest-pain (the doctor says it’s probably intercostal muscles complaining from being, guess what? stressed and hunched over) BUT I got the story done and it’s now in the queue waiting to be read. 11000 words in 7 days. Just shows what you can get done with a bit of focus (though next time I’d like to do without the chest pain because that was quite distressing). As a result it meant I did not finish Part 3 of my Eroticon posts, but now will do so. It seems ages after the fact, but it would also be a shame to leave the tale of the day unfinished. But am at least back in the realm of sanity now.

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He’s up so close to the glass that his breath fogs a tiny patch; a spot of frost on the clear pane. She smiles at the focus of his gaze on the water colour displayed in the case, protected from his intensity and his undoubted desire to touch and feel the brush strokes.

“These are amazing,” he breaths.

She responds in a whisper. “Yes.” She returns to looking at the painted roses and the snow drops, aware as ever of the orbit of heat emanating from his body.

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Continue…

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