Thursday, October 30, 2014

Library Nerd Out of the Closet

You know that weird moment when you’re in a coffee shop and a newspaper photographer is taking your picture? Yeah, me neither. Until last Monday.

I blogged some time ago about becoming comfortable with, what I called, ‘coming out of the erotica writer’s closet.’ You can read more about my thoughts on that here and here but the gist of it is I had been keeping my erotica writer self to, well, myself. She was my sexy alter ego no one else knew about. But last year I started to let her out. Slowly. Even now, though, the majority of the time I am your typical working mom, nothing to see here, and the shy part of me likes it that way.

You would think that since it’s been over a year since I wrote those entries I would have come a long way in my journey to be comfortable and proud of my passion for writing kink. I might have even told you I had. But a recent news item in my home town of Toronto made me realise that perhaps I am not so chill. What I am referring to is the firing of popular radio show host Jian Ghomeshi from his long term position with the CBC. Earlier this week Ghomeshi put up a post on his Facebook page stating, in essence, that the CBC fired him for participating in a consensual BDSM relationship with a now jilted ex girlfriend. I immediately was outraged. How could a person be fired for consensual acts that he was involved with in his personal life?? I quickly threw up several tweets to express my disgust with this injustice.

A more discerning eye, someone not so touchy about kink shame, would have looked at this news item a bit longer and realised that there may be more to the story than what Ghomeshi would have you believe from his Facebook rant. Indeed, as more information about the assaults the women ( yes, plural, there are in fact four or five --correction, just checked today and now there are eight!) are attributing to Ghomeshi come to light, disturbingly, it seems increasingly likely that this issue has more to do with consent than kink. Let me be clear: abuse is not kink. The motto of BDSM is safe, sane and consensual. If a person is choosing to hide abuse behind the veil of BDSM that is deplorable and does the kink world an enormous disservice, to say nothing of what it does for women and their ability to be heard when abuse has happened.

But I digress.

What does this have to do with little ol’ me, on the other side of the world, having my photo taken for the SA Weekend? Not much. Except that it gave me pause. It reminded me that, Ghomeshi aside, there are actually people out there who have been treated unjustly based solely on consensual relationships which may seem different to others. I write about these kinds of relationships. I think they’re pretty …nifty! 

And so on Monday as - what the Twittersphere has dubbed - Jiangate was unfolding and I had only a snippet of the information and I was preparing for my first newspaper photo as an erotica author, a person who writes about BDSM relationships…I may have overreacted.

But I’ve calmed down.

I like what I write. Other people like what I write. Yes, it’s about sex. Yes, it’s about kink. And it’s about love and relationships and sometimes it’s even funny. So I’m putting my face out there in my continuing endeavour to be sex positive and kink positive in what is often a sex negative world.

Here I am.

And here is my book.

That’s what this will be. A safe haven.
A place for no holds barred ranting.
A place for secrets. And drawing. Even if it’s bad. Even if it’s wrong.
No one will see here. No one will see this.
This is just for me.

Charlotte Campbell no longer recognizes her life. Once a shy, married woman who loved curling up in front of the latest episode of Downton Abbey almost as much as her job at the library, she’s now found herself jilted, holed up in her dead father’s run down old cottage and demoted to working in “the Dungeon” with only the automated book sorter for company.

But Charlotte has secrets. The kinds of drawings she does are not what her work colleagues might expect. Then there’s Nathan, a young patron at the library and the reason for her demotion. What happens with Nathan provides Charlotte with much fodder for her art.

When Nathan’s emails reveal a startling truth, Charlotte discovers a new dimension of her sexuality. But unsettling dreams from her past continue to plague her and Charlotte is eventually forced to confront her most deep rooted fears.

Part Bridget Jones’ Diary and part Anais Nin, Diary of a Library Nerd is the Wimpy Kid book for adults. Every bit as readable, the drawings will shock and thrill you while you cheer Charlotte and her artwork through to the dramatic conclusion.

 Get it here.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Getting Graphic

Hello friends!

I know, I've been a very bad writer and neglected my blog for far too long. Sometimes real life steps in and knocks you around a bit and, without boring you with all the gory details, it's been one of those times for me. Long story short though, I am a single woman now! Yep, as you may imagine, they are all lined up around the block for me (and you'd have to imagine it since it's complete fiction) as I revel in my new life of swinging singledom (which in no way involves me drinking copious amounts of wine of an evening, sitting in my parents' lounge with them doing the quiz out of the paper).

But enough of my sexy new life! I have writer-y news to impart. First, I am in here! It is not
my first attempt at being included in one of Maxim Jakubowski's  fabulous collections - the man has a discerning eye and insists on the right stories for the right anthology - but it is my first successful attempt! So I am stoked to be included amongst some of the best in the genre here in this wonderful collection of over 40 smoking hot stories. If you're not familiar with the Mammoth series of books you should really take a look. (And for those interested in crime writing he also does a Mammoth series for that genre as well.) 

Next, check this out...
That's right! You can have all three of the my Draper Estate novellas all in one lovely paperback. So for those who still love the feel of a book in your hands, this is for you. Plus, you don't have to wait to find out what happens next. Gulp the whole trilogy down in one go, if you like. I'm not judging. Pour yourself a glass of wine and a bubble bath and have at it. 

Finally, last but definitely not least, a project that has been in the works for over two years now. That's right, I pitched this idea to the awesome people at Sweetmeats Press when I was still back in Canada. This is the tale of Charlotte, a shy library worker and frustrated artist who begins illustrating her naughty thoughts in a diary she gets for Christmas at a pivotal period in her life. I like to think of it as Bridget Jones meets Story of O meets Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Wait till you get a peek at what Charlotte likes to draw!

It took a while for this work to come to fruition but now that it's here I couldn't be more excited about a book that I hope you will find engaging, fun, super sexy and highly readable. So stay tuned for more about...

Monday, October 21, 2013

New covers, new talks, new books, oh my!

Hello lovelies!

I hope you are well. I am crazy busy and not finding all the time I wish I could for writing and writing related activities these days. Gosh darn real life and day jobs and all that.

But I do manage to sneak a few things in. So I have LOTS to tell you! 

Even though I've already mentioned it, I have to give a shout out again to the Shameless antho. I've blogged previously about how refreshing the call for this collection was, the idea of recovering from sexual shame. It's compelling and sex-positive and what I want erotica to be and do. But now that I've got the entire thing on my ereader I can brag about the quality of the work as well. My friends, these are good reads. They are hidden gems. They are thought-provoking and thrilling and hot and really, really wonderfully written. I encourage you to have a peek. I would love to know your thoughts!

And while you're on Amazon, have a little look at this. True, it's not
going to be out for a while yet but I just had to mention it anyway. I've always wanted to publish with Cleis Press! And for those of you who came to the first Sex In Words you'll recognize my contribution to this antho as none other than my short story "Spinning." I hope you'll agree that it's a fun little romp! 

Speaking of "Spinning," if you missed it the first time around and want to hear, I'll be reading it and talking about smut at Stirling Library this Thursday for Girls' Night In. And we'll be making fabric buttons. Yep, you heard that right. 'Cause really, what goes better with smut but crafting??  See all the deets in this month's library newsletter. Remember you have to book!

Last but certainly not least.... my trilogy books have new covers!!! Omg, I'm SO excited and thrilled and over the moon with the results! Check it out on the newly created FB page here. I hope you'll give them a Like!

Well friends, I hope to be back very soon with details on the next Sex In Words and an excerpt from Shadows Deep, Book Three in the Draper Estates Trilogy. 

Oh and if you are curious to know more about little ol' me, including a couple of cheeky little photos, you'll want to pick up the Spring Issue of Adelaide Hills Magazine. Lainie Anderson and I get up close and personal! 



Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Coming soon...

Hello friends!

Oh there's more sexy fun in store! After the success of the last Sex In Words erotica reading night at Dymocks Adelaide I was eager to plan the next one. This month's evening will push the boundaries even further... and I hope you'll be along for the ride. Read all the details about it here. Take note, this is not for the young, faint of heart or easily offended! There will be graphic kink content. You've been forewarned. But really, if you're here, that's what you're looking for, right? So get busy RSVPing!

In other news, Book Three of my historical erotica, The Draper Estates Trilogy, is set to come out next month. I will do a reveal of the title and cover closer to the release date. But in the meantime I thought I'd tease you with a naughty little excerpt. I know, that sounds exactly like something I'd do, doesn't it? 

May cause eye rolling
Before I get to that though, I want to confide something. The conclusion of this look into 1860s Boston, a time when hysteria and nymphomania were still valid diagnoses that needed to be treated by doctors, was a bit of a departure for me. I definitely delved into the more romantic side of erotica. My hardened kink side can sometimes roll her eyes at those softer feelings. But this time even kinky li'l me developed a soft spot for a certain character. So if you're a romance buff as well as someone who likes some smut, this book is for you! 

That's not what this excerpt is about, though. The bit is all filth and depravity, proof that sometimes it is just so much fun to write the baddies! And that's what Dr Phillip Samms is...

           Attending to Ms. Rodham’s girls with his vibratory massage chair was allowing Phillip a modest income, but nothing like he dreamed of. It was a steady income at least, if not a grand one. News spread quickly through the brothel that the doctor had an invention that could sate a woman where most of their clients neither knew nor cared that such a thing was possible.

Initially it had been mildly amusing for Phillip to administer the therapy. Eventually though, it became rather tedious. After seeing one strumpet complete in his chair he’d seen them all. And none was as exciting as Lillianne had been. The only excitement left in it for him was when Josie Rodham brought one of her new girls by.
            He shifted himself in his trousers as he thought of the last one.
            ‘Phillip,’ Josie had said low, with a sultry smile. ‘This is Polly. Polly, say hello to the good doctor.’ Phillip had noticed with mild distaste how she sneered out those last two words.
            ‘Hello,’ Polly whispered. She was a tall girl, slightly stooped, with sandy blonde hair and rather a plain face. But she had a demeanour Phillip liked, shy and reluctant.
            ‘Get down on your knees now,’ Josie said in the same way someone else might ask her to fetch a cup of coffee. ‘Give the doctor a proper hello, there’s a good girl.’
            ‘The doctor has been very kind in accommodating us on short notice,’ Josie said. ‘You will show him your appreciation by sucking his cock.’
            ‘But I… I don’t even…’
            Phillip’s staff grew harder in his breeches. Often one of Josie’s new recruits would be shocked into simply following orders. But Phillip enjoyed it more when the girl would protest.
            ‘You’re refusing then?’ Josie said, nodding to Phillip. He took the girl by the wrists and led her to his refashioned chair, which he saw her notice for the first time. Josie lifted the girl’s skirts while Phillip forced her to sit, fastening her wrists and ankles to the bindings he’d installed on the chair. While Josie continued to hold up Polly’s skirts, Phillip slid the massage post forward until it rested snugly against the girl’s undergarments and consequently her vulnerable and sensitive flesh beneath. Polly protested some more but both Phillip and Josie simply smiled at each other knowing how the protests to stop would soon turn to pleading for more.
            As Phillip clicked on the vibrations to the first setting, sure enough Polly let out a startled little gasp and fell silent. Josie rubbed Phillip’s quickly stiffening rod through his trousers as they watched the girl begin to squirm, leisurely biting his ear. ‘God, I love it when they protest, don’t you?’ she whispered into Phillip’s ear, echoing his thoughts. She reached over at this point and clicked the vibrations one notch higher. Polly gave a little squeak and then let out a low sigh. Now Josie stepped in front of him, shoved her hand down the front of his trousers, grasping his dick in her hand as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. ‘Just the thought of how she’ll beg is making me so wet,’ she sighed, lewdly gyrating her hips into his. Letting go of Phillip’s turgid flesh she turned back to the machine and set it even higher, causing Polly to moan out and squirm harder against the vibrations. Reaching behind her Josie caught Phillip’s hand and slid it between her thighs. Under her skirts Phillip reached into her drawers and, true to her word, they were drenched in her arousal. He found her hard bud and diddled it with one finger. ‘Ah!’ Josie cried out at the same time Polly did. But Josie slammed her hand down on the machine’s switches, causing the vibrations to cease.
            ‘No!’ Polly cried.
            ‘Aw, were you enjoying that?’ sneered Josie. Quickly she yanked down her drawers and tackled the fly of Phillip’s trousers, freeing his completely hard cock before pushing him onto the table beside the massage chair. Papers scattered and fluttered to the floor as Josie climbed on the table herself and, straddling Phillip, undid the buttons of his shirt, reaching in and harshly tweaking his nipples between the long nails of her fingers. Phillip jumped at the sharp pain mixed with pleasure and Josie chuckled. ‘That’s too bad,’ she said, still talking to Polly but looking at Phillip. ‘Since you refused to pleasure the doctor, why should he allow you pleasure in his chair?’ Phillip’s desk that the two occupied was close enough to the massage chair that Josie could still reach the controls. She clicked the lowest setting on again and Polly moaned low.
            ‘No,’ Josie sighed, stroking Phillip’s rigid member beneath her and making him moan. ‘Instead you can watch us fuck,’ she said, taking obvious delight in enunciating the last word, her eyes lighting up in evil anticipation. ‘You will learn your trade and watch how I use my body to give pleasure to a man.’ Again, she upped the intensity of the chair’s vibrations. ‘And you, for your completely unacceptable disobedience, can sit in that chair. And suffer.’ Polly, slowly realizing her predicament, squirmed and whimpered. The way the buzzing was working through her, causing the previously shy girl to gyrate and moan, made Phillip’s rod pulse with arousal in Josie’s hand.
            ‘Then perhaps you’ll learn to do as I say without question and understand the reason I have you in my employ,’ Josie continued to explain, her voice betraying only the slightest tremor to indicate just how much she was enjoying this lesson. As the vibrating chair continued to move the girl to obviously more increased arousal, Josie lifted herself and slammed her slick, molten quim onto Phillip’s pole. Phillip let out a howl of pleasure, grasping at the madam’s writhing body and struggling to get hold of his own spike of arousal. Josie purred in bliss as she slinked her body up and down, a cat at a scratching post satisfying a carnal itch. Continuing to toy with the controls, she worked Polly up to a fevered pitch.
            ‘Oh, oh, please, Ms Rodham, please don’t switch it off again!’ Polly cried. ‘I’m right … I feel… so close, I just…’ Her pleading was cut off by her own cry of frustrated torment as Josie flipped the vibrations off once more. ‘Please, Dr Samms, Ms Rodham, I’m sorry, I’ll do what you ask! Give me another chance. Just please, no more, I can’t take any more!’
            Phillip felt Josie’s sex tighten and pulse around his stiffened flesh as the girl begged. He forced himself to breathe slowly, knowing his place in this scenario meant that he had to show as much control as he could muster.
            ‘Oh, you’re only beginning to learn what you can take,’ Josie rasped out. ‘This lesson is just getting started.’ She switched the chair back on and Polly began to gyrate again. ‘These mid-level tremors hold that release just out of reach, don’t they?’ Josie said. Polly only whimpered. ‘And oh, it feels so good to come. Do you know that, you slutty little girl? Do you touch yourself, in the dark, at night, under the bedclothes? Do you stroke your little kitty, wiggle around under your hand, until you bring yourself off? Let me assure you, coming in this chair is a thousand times more powerful than anything you could do to yourself. It feels so good,’ Josie purred, picking up speed as she continued to impale herself on Phillip’s shaft. ‘You can imagine it, can’t you?’
            Polly groaned. ‘Please, Ms Rodham, please!’ she mumbled deliriously, bound hands straining, her body moving, no doubt her sex seeking out as much of the vibrations as it could. ‘Ah, NO!’ she cried, as Josie set the tremors back to low.
            ‘Yes, coming in the doctor’s massage chair is so deliciously gratifying,’ Josie said, obviously delighting in Polly’s cries as Phillip could feel her tighten even further around him. He gritted his teeth and dug his fingers into the arms of the chair in his effort not to spill his boiling seed. ‘Almost as gratifying as coming on a cock,’ Josie panted, riding him now for all she was worth. ‘Which, you worthless little whore, you will watch … me do… right… now!’

Friday, August 2, 2013

Launch deets and Shameless antho

Hello lovelies!

I hope you're well in whatever corner of the world you're reading this blog post from. For me Down Under, it's still all blustery and rainy and I have become a true Aussie, complaining about the cold when there is not a snowflake in sight!

For those of you who don't already know (if you're not into the Facebook and Twitter thing) I am happy to say the book launch for Made For Hire was a success! Hosting the evening with panache and finesse was my new friend, Ms Victoria Purman (another author you should check out - her new romance Nobody But Him hits shelves in less than two months). Not only did I read from my short story, Sweet. Sweeter., but I also managed to secure the amazing talent of Mr Vince Fusco from The Beautiful Strangers to read from Esmeralda Greene's Gardening Days. There were nibbles and drinks and smut! What could be better? A good time was had by all and the lucky Ms Khloe Wren won the raffle for a free copy of Made For Hire! (Khloe is a lovely smutty author in her own right - you should check her out too!)

And then, what fun, Dymocks Adelaide are now stocking the Sweetmeats Press library. And they've even given me a little shout out in their display! Have a look:

With all the excitement over the launch and such, I haven't even mentioned that I have a
brand new short story coming out this month with a new (to me) publisher, Go Deeper Press. My friends, I was compelled to submit ... not in the BDSM way ... to this anthology! Amidst all the usual calls for sexy mommy porn starring bisexual cowboy vampires (okay, I just made that up, but sometimes they all start to sound like some version of that!), here was a publisher asking for stories that "show the world that recovery from sexual shame is both positive and hot." How refreshing! Anyone who has read For Her Pleasure knows I have an interest in this topic. 

This time I approached things from a female POV. The result is a story entitled Wet. Want a little peak? Okay, here is a snippet:

There were things Beth would always remember about that first time with Jeff.
               The blue of the ocean out of the honeymoon suite window glimpsed from the bed over her new husband’s shoulder. The faint smell of bleach the Caribbean cleaning staff used before each new guest. A few small cracks in the plaster ceiling.
               The intensity with which her normally jovial and easy going boyfriend of ten months and spouse of twelve hours said, ‘Okay, let’s do this.’
               The other things, honestly, she didn’t try to recall. But they played like a damning loop in her head. A recording she switched on every morning after that first time, one she would painstakingly add to with only the most searing words from each subsequent and progressively awkward coupling. In the end she would have a highlight reel of the worst moments, a ‘greatest hits’ from those years of shame, a humiliation compilation.
               She didn’t play it willingly, exactly. But out of a masochistic need to remind herself each day:
               This is who you are.
               A woman whose husband finds her repulsive.

I know, so short, and it sounds really sad, right? The thing is, there is really no other part I could sample that would make any sense without the back story. But trust me, it goes somewhere hot. Oh, there is naughty fun, my friends, don't you worry. I wouldn't lead you astray! So stay tuned for details on where and when you can download the upcoming Shameless antho.