Holding Pattern

I know it appears to the untrained eye that I am not a very accomplished author with only one lonely title to my fake name.

I assure you I have more to say, many more romance tales to tell. And that's what I'm going to do. I've been contracted for two more Ellora's Cave titles, eagerly awaiting covers to post.

Why so long, you ask? Okay, yes, I had a couple stories rejected. I'm still learning the erotic ropes, figuring what "is" and "is not" acceptable. And then there is my inability to properly or completely fill out paperwork. What's that about? I blame creativity.

As God is my witness I will post my covers and release dates just as soon as I know. Check back soon.

Three's Company or is it a Party?

Okay, so I was on Facebook the other day. Shocking! I know, right? Someone posted a seriously sexy hot but tasteful M/F/M photo. Comments ensued, as they always do. One comment in particular pondered why some male cover models refuse to pose for M/F/M or M/M/F or F/M/M (honestly, I don’t know the difference) covers. “It’s just a modeling job.” Or is it?


Many actors and actresses refuse to film nude scenes for various reasons. Just because I’m a writer doesn’t mean I’ll write anything. I write what interests me. And then I hope others will enjoy it also. I consider my career, as well, when I write a story. I am putting my name on the cyber cover, after all. You know, not my real name, but my psuedo name.


The commenter went on to say something to the effect of “We won’t assume he’s interested in men simply because he poses with one.” Won’t we? I see a model on a cover and if done well, my eyes will tell my brain the couple on the cover is in love, or at the very least, in lust.


I guess my point is, every one has to choose for themselves what they will and won’t do—personally, professionally and spiritually. And not be judged harshly for it. Am I right or am I wrong?

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!

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