The Day After

My dogs are still in recovery from the sound of last night's fireworks. Thank God they're half deaf. My yard and street are littered with debris. The city park I walk at each day was trashed with the remnants of independence and broken beer bottles. I'd like to think that with our city's budget woes, the park employees have a better use for their time than cleaning up after intoxicated pyromaniacs.

Please don't think me unpatriotic, but I'm a little cranky from lack of sleep. What does independence mean to you?

KINK IS THE NEW BLACK

When I began writing, I glossed over the love scenes, imagining my mother one day reading my smut. I didn’t slam the bedroom door shut, but neither did I go into detail.


Slowly I dug deeper, literally and figuratively. I found my comfort zone and swore to my family I relied mostly on my imagination to conjure up the naughty (which wasn’t very naughty by anyone’s standards since I wrote for Cerridwen Press). Ellora’s Cave would ask for submissions on this, that or the other and I couldn’t go there until…

(Cue choir of angels singing.) Ellora’s Cave started their Branded line of erotic romance.

EROMCOM

What’s Eromcom? It might be a little something I made up myself. So sue me.

I like to laugh. Tears of a clown. As I wrote the other day in a manuscript—I’ll paraphrase—the ability to laugh has gotten me through some not so freakin’ funny chapters in my life.

But does comedy have any business rubbing up against erotic like a kitty in heat?

Flirty Author Bitches

I will be at Flirty Author Bitches on Saturday blogging for the first time. Squee!

Follow Me

I'm over at Delilah Devlins today, blogging about the Branded line.

A Rose by Any Other Name

     What's in a name?

     The erotic writing world is up in arms. Not just the erotic writing world, the entire romance writing world. Why? Because an Ellora's Cave author has been outed. Her day job in jeopardy. Why? Because she writes the naughty.

You May Kiss The Bride

You may kiss the bride.

My romance novella, Stormy Wedding, follows a couple on their wedding day. They share a sweet kiss on the veranda of their wedding venue with the Pacific Ocean as the backdrop. But all these two have been doing since they met is kiss. A lot. Nothing more.

They’ve saved the best for last, although their pre-wedding encounters become a bit heated. Here’s a little snippet of a sweet kiss versus a steamy one:

Sweet kiss.