Thursday, September 28, 2006
Recipe For Orgasm
From I'll have what she's having, I gleaned a lot of interesting tidbits that I may be able to put to use in my next book. Namely:
- Job opportunities abound for "orgasm theorists," as they appear to be under-represented.
- Poor diet, too much caffeine, and not enough fish oil may be to blame for my inability to have 52 vaginal orgasms in one session.
- For the first time ever, there is now an accurate map of the clitoris.
- News Flash: Researchers now believe that women can have a physical arousal and psychological arousal but they are two quite different processes. [Astonishing! I did not know that.]
- Women coming up today are used to having orgasms and decent sex, unlike "older" women. [Wow. Guess I just imagined having orgasms and great sex.]
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Men vs Women
The author wrote a very funny article about the experience of his first Playboy magazine and his first look at naked women. He and his friends buried the magazine beneath a bush in his backyard only to unbury it when parents or adults weren’t around. Finally, the magazine was discovered by Mom and confiscated.
I enjoy the article but it got me thinking about the difference between men and women and their introduction to sex. Boys look at Playboy, Hustler, etc. Most girls are drawn to romance novels. If Playgirl had been available to me, perhaps I would have hidden it away and retrieved it to look at penises. Okay, I definately would have looked at it.
Once I read my first romance novel, even the ones that didn’t tell what happened in the bedroom, I was hooked. I loved them. I still do. Given the the huge amount of book sales a lot of women must love romance novels.
Is it any wonder men and women look at sex from completely different views!
Bella wants everyone to read her friend's books!
This time around I had a Jasmine Haynes book and an Allison Brennan book with me and I talked ENDLESSLY about them both, while waving around books. And then I listed off every other author I know and respect and had people write down their names. Several people told me they made the long drive into a big town to a big enough bookstore to find everyone's books.
Do you love that, or what?
I love sharing the love!
Thursday, September 21, 2006
So it was a shocker that the 6 ½ month pregnant checker down at the market disappeared a little over a week ago and 5 days later her body was found dumped at the edge of town. Someone murdered her. Who could have done such a horrible thing in our tiny town where nothing bad ever happens?
They arrested my neighbor the next day. Not for the murder, but for forcible sexual assault with a deadly weapon causing great bodily harm. The police contend this wasn’t an isolated incident. Once wasn't enough. He’s a serial rapist of his acquaintances. And for ten years, he’s worked at the same market as the young woman who was murdered.
You see interviews on TV with the neighbors of some terrible serial killer saying he was such a nice guy and they can’t believe it. I always think, how could you not tell? I mean, look at that mug shot, he LOOKS like a serial killer. Now I know why neighbors say that. MY neighbor was the nicest man, always stopping to talk when I was out walking the dog, always friendly. He has three small kids, ages 2, 4 and 6, and he was so good with them. When he saw my picture in the paper when my first book was released, he came over to congratulate me and he was so sweet. For five years, he’s been the sweetest guy. I can’t reconcile that he’s the same man who’s now been charged with rape and bodily harm. I don’t believe it. I absolutely don’t believe it. But doubts creep in. And if he’s capable of that, then maybe, God forbid, he’s capable of killing that young woman and her unborn child. The authorities are checking the baby’s paternity, because the child wasn’t her husband’s. She’d had an affair. Could the father be my neighbor? And if he is, then did he kill her to hide it? I don't know. None of it makes sense to me.
When I walk my dog now, there’s a somber feel to the neighborhood. No one laughs anymore. I go to the post office, and we speak in horrified whispers. And every new thing that comes out of the sheriff’s department about the murder seems to point to him.
The worst is that we DON’T know. Are they going to charge him with her murder? Could he have done that terrible thing? We all just keep waiting for the next horrible bit of news to come out. It’s a terrifying feeling that doesn’t to go away.
As a writer, I’m trying to examine my feelings, and I’m trying to come to terms with them. I don’t feel less safe in my little town. I haven’t suddenly started locking my doors. But I keep praying it isn’t him, that the police will turn around and say oops, sorry, we made a mistake. I think I’ve figured out why I’m so disturbed. It’s this sudden feeling that there could be evil lurking inside everyone you look at. If HE’S this evil monster, a man I would never in a million years suspect of these kinds of things, then what are other people hiding? It shakes my faith. It calls into question my judgment. I wonder if I’m permanently changed or if somehow my faith in human nature will return. I hope so, because I really don’t want to look at my other neighbors and wonder what terrible things go on behind their closed doors at night.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
When is the end REALLY the end...or does it ever end?
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Some people are pretty good at it, some find it very difficult to do. I find all the sex exhausting to write as Rachelle pointed out in her post last Friday, but I do like the short form in that I can stay focused on the basic relationship story I want to tell. I don’t get real repetitive…no point in repeating information that was only a couple pages away and I don’t have the word count for it anyway. Every word is golden…you don’t want extras so you write tight.
And there is a lot of sex to put in.
So I’ve got one quickie that I’m finishing up for the Wild Winter series that is due to my editor on Friday. Also on Friday I have a release – Ellora’s Cavemen: Dreams Of The Oasis III with my short story Pleasure Maid is coming out in ebook and print format. That’s about this woman who wakes up in the garden of a young man being held prisoner. She has no memory of why she is there but Dina and Gal manage to find ways to fill their time. Within 12 thousand words.
Anyone else want to talk about writing to size?
Monday, September 18, 2006
Okay it’s my blog day, but also new release day for me, which is always an exciting time. Today my book, The Lost Wolf Warrior--a re-written version—will be released from http://Liquidsilverbooks.com. Let me tell you a little bit about the Solarian Warrior Series-- of which The Lost Wolf Warrior is book #1.
I wrote The Lost Wolf Warrior many, many, years ago as my first completed novel, so the book holds a special place in my heart. When I was writing the tale I decided I had to have a strong female warrior as my heroine and I got to thinking, what if she has a talisman, an animal, I though. I set the story in 13th Century
I started doing research on wolves in
I was totally dismayed to think an entire species of animal could be killed off that way. So I created a group of people called the Solarian's, who lived in harmony with their wolves until that fateful day in 1280 when King Edward sent English soldiers to kill not only the wolves, but the Solarian's as well . After the battle, the surviving Solarian's left
Please come by and visit my adopted wolf, Wana at http://WolfMountain.com
Here's an intro to Book #1 of the series:
The Lost Wolf Warrior
The year is 1311. Serena de Reincolt, a young Warrior of the Wolf, is tasked with a quest: Retrieve the sacred scrolls of Solaria and the outlawed murderer, Ziem.
Failure means certain death for the Solarians.
Found at age six in the
One thing Roan knows for certain--he is finished with warring. Taking up King Edward's offer to protect a castle on the Scottish border, Roan is as content as he can be.
It wasn't until Roan met an incredible woman in the most extraordinary circumstances that he pieced together his purpose in life. But their journey is fraught with danger and a vengeful King who will stop at nothing less than eradication of all those he feels threaten his rule.
Suddenly, Roan and Serena are protecting more than a society of gifted people; they are fighting for their lives, their love, and a fantastic legend.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Basking in the Afterglow
Just as the actual sex act – done right, LOL – can be exhausting, so is writing erotic romance.
Why is that? Well, for me it’s because sex is a major character in the story who must be present at all times. Even when the hero and/or heroine are not thinking about sex or having sex or even together in the same scene. What the hero/heroine is seeing, thinking, saying, physically and emotionally feeling, as well as smelling and tasting, must be used to convey sensuality consistently – before, during, and after the actual sexual intercourse. The reader must always feel the sexual tension regardless of what is happening in the story. And keeping that level consistent, even in the most mundane conversation, takes a lot of work. At least for me and the level of sensuality I try to maintain in my writing.
But it’s over. I’m done. The book has been turned in. And I feel like I would after a great round of sex: Satisfied and complete. I think the exhaustion was worth it – The Sin Club pleased me.
So … is it just me or do other writers feel like this after completing erotica/erotic romance? And from a reader standpoint, do you like sensuality present in every scene?
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Bella wonders what you like/don't like to read
It made me think about what I like/don't like to read. I really love women's fiction and romance. And honestly, that's about it. I can't read thrillers because they are too scary. Romantic suspense sometimes works. And literary fiction is usually a wallbanger. Oh--and I LOVE travel writing. I devour Bill Bryson's books and anything about someone who moves to Italy/France/UK to start a new life.
What are your reading preferences?
My husband travels quite a bit for business, often internationally. He's brought home a few things - a really cool coffee mug, a couple of beautiful scarves (which I can't quite get the hang of wearing - Doreen, perhaps I can see you for a consult). But nothing beats the dog.
Now, it wasn't a real dog. We already have 2 of those, but at the time we only had 1. His name is Joey, a german shepherd (or Belgian Malinois, depending on who you talk to) rescued from the mean streets of Santa Clara. Skinny, sad, with a horrible case of separation anxiety, Joey joined our family and quickly thrived under our enthusiastic attentions. My husband, who was skeptical about having an "indoor dog," quickly declared Joey "the best dog ever." Shortly after Joey moved in, my husband took a business trip to Berlin. When he got home, he handed me a blue Swarovski bag.
"I know you're not big into the crystal figurines," he said, "but I hope you'll like this." Inside was a crystal figurine of a German Shepherd, and damned if the thing didn't look just like a crystal Joey.
Okay, I know it's corny that I teared up as I unwrapped it. And I know it's silly that I'm so emotional over a crystal figurine. But there's something so great about having someone who knows you so well, who knows exactly what will make you smile... That's more romantic than any diamond bracelety, in my book (although he also recently scored with a sterling silver turtle necklace he bought in Hawaii).
So what is the most romantic gift you've ever received? What did your loved one get you that showed that he or she knew you inside and out, and wanted to make you smile?
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
As I usually say, the first thing you must do is finish the dam… that is gosh-darn book!
And yet here I am with the beginnings of several stories that aren’t at this time completed. A couple of them are nothing more than beginnings. In one case I’ve got close to ten thousand words done, which is just a little beyond the beginning of the book. In another I’ve finished the beginning and am half-way through the middle part and the end is drafted, making it the closest to actually being finished.
Clearly what I should do is stay focused on one story, get that one finished, then work on the next. Linear writing - make sure I finish what I’ve promised to turn in first and don’t work on anything else until I do. If only I didn’t get distracted by all those other stories…
Anyone else have this problem?
Monday, September 11, 2006
To celebrate my upcoming birthday, my children decided to take me to a European capital I’d never previously visited – a stipulation that would exclude only London, Paris, Prague and Budapest. Though they kept the destination secret for ages, they finally took pity and gave me a bit of advance notice so I could do some preliminary research. So far, based on other travelers’ advice, I’ll want to see everything, eat everything and watch out for the drivers.
Rome brings up so many associations – romance, beauty, art, culture, history, style. The Audrey Hepburn movie whose title I borrowed for this column. “Three Coins in a Fountain.” Michelangelo and the Sistine Chapel ceiling. The Coliseum and the Pantheon. Gorgeously dressed men and women.
For the few days I’ll be in Rome, I’ll typify the cliché of an American turista -- taking too many photos, buying too many souvenirs and looking unbearably dowdy. Maybe my eyes will lock with those of an incredibly gorgeous man. I’ll drink in every detail of his face and physique, mentally casting him as hero, villain or supporting cast for a new story.
To be continued. I’ll let you all know about Rome in my next blog. As for now, Ciao!
Sunday, September 10, 2006
To Slut or Not to slut
We’ll deal with it. Okay so call me old fashioned but my heroines are not slutty.
Ok, let me back up here. What exactly is a slut? I’m going to go look it up and come back with the official Merriam Webster definition. Stand by.
Okay, here we go:
1 chiefly British : a slovenly woman
2 a : a promiscuous woman; especially : PROSTITUTE b : a saucy girl : MINX
Love the minx reference. See, my idea of a minx is not a slut. LOL, I guess Kelly Pickler should be insulted that Simon called her a ‘saucy little minx’ during one of the AI shows this past season.
I digress. Slut: A promiscuous woman, a slovenly woman. PROSTITUTE.
I’ll bite. While my heroines don’t come to the hero intact, they haven’t been around the block too many times to count either. My heroines for the most part don’t have sex for the sake of having sex. In other words there is no sport fucking going on. Per se. Idunno. Knitting brows here. My girls aren’t frigid, far from it, but they consider sex more than just a physical act. There has to be some form of emotional investment. Even though instant attraction/lust is a strong impetus, there has to be some other type of connection. Something that tells her this could be the one even though he’s a bad bad boy. I’m thinking of my heroine Frankie in SKIN. She is pretty open-minded. But even so she doesn’t just jump in bed for the sake of sex. Until Reese comes along, and she goes into heat pretty quick. But she uses sex to gain control of her subject, Reese. He uses sex to get information. What they both don’t realize is going on is there are much stronger forces at work beneath the surface than either realizes.
Anyway, the reason for this subject today is there has been conversation on a few blogs lately about slutty heroines, and I wanted to first of all define what a slut was, in general, and second to find out as readers, are you okay with the heroines bed hopping, either before they meet the hero or while engaging him? Is this a generational thing? Or is it just me?
Here’s more food for thought. Can a woman be in lust and have an emotional tie to two men, and live happily ever after together? A good friend of mine, Maya Banks, has written some really sexy, emotional stuff involving trios and more!
As a writer how do you feel about putting your heroines in bed with multiple males either on the page or off?
Is it socially acceptable for heroines to be slutty (per Merriam Webster’s definition?)
What is your definition of a slut? What is slutty behavior?
Okay, enough sluttiness for me today. I’d love to hear from you on any or all of the questions posed, or just a musing.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Count your Blessings
That was last week. This week is much brighter. I’ve finished the book and sent it in. I’m driving along the highway to Costco. And I think to myself, there’s not a lot of people who get to drive through ten miles of Redwoods when they want to go to Costco. And most people can’t go at ten in the morning on a Thursday. There’s not a lot of people who have a ten second commute down the hallway to get to work. Not a lot of people can walk out their back door and find themselves right in the woods. They can’t drive for ten minutes and be at the beach. They can’t go to The Boardwalk any time they want. They can’t suddenly become a princess and marry a prince or learn how to fly with wings attached to their own bodies or LIVE their dreams. But I can. Because being a writer is my dream. Even if sometimes there are some things about it that are hard.
So, I don’t think I’ll go back to that office job. I think I’ll stay right here and write another book. And when I start to hate the book, I’ll try really hard to remember all the blessings that I’ve got in my life that I would never, ever trade.
What blessings do you have in your life?
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
When is it just too much?
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Recently I received an email from Rachelle Chase. While participating on a Red Sage chat on WriteMinded Rachelle noted a posting from a reader. Pam D had posted the following: My favorite story was “Alias Smith and Jones” in Volume 5, sadly BJ McCall is deceased.
Rachelle immediately posted that I was alive and provided my website as proof. She also emailed me and suggested I post. Thank you, Rachelle for letting me know I was dead again.
I posted. Question is will my sales improve that I have once again joined the living!
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Well let me lay it out for you:
Growing up in
Yes, I was raised a tomboy, folks. Sunday, became NASCAR day, where my family would sit down and enjoy all day car racing and crack crab. I'm sure that sentiment brings back fond memories for all of you who did the same.
Here's the history... In the 60's my mother drove the powder puff racing category of drag cars and eventually married my father, who was a mechanic. That was until she decided to have children, and therein lies the story of my tomboy upbringing... instead of boys, my mom had two girls, so she had to make due. But she never really gave up her racing roots, and she decided to trade racing for motor cycle riding. Seemed like the safe way to go.
So my fascination with racing began, you could say, from birth ;). Now I write about the sport, the sexy drivers, the sassy heroine’s--it’s so fun to write I can’t resist.
You can read about all my books with Race Car hero's/heronines here: http://raemonet.com
Here’s a picture of one of the driver’s on the NASCAR stock car circuit… not sexy at all, huh? What an inspiration for a romance… and guess what, he’s a bachelor. This is from the August issue of Men's Health Magazine.
So tell me, did you want to watch racing now?