That in their temples the ancient Greeks used stone dildos to deflower high-born virgins? That’s when the priests weren’t doing it themselves, of course!
Just a quick tip to tide you over the weekend!
Friday, January 25, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
Cobblestone Announces Contest
Wicked LineLength: 5 to 10k Contest : January 2 – 19, 2008 Be wicked for us.
They're looking for short story erotica with a very high level of sexual content within five to ten thousand words. HEA or romantic content not required. First and third person accepted (male or female POV).
First place winner will receive a standard contract, first publication slot for the Wicked Line and $100. Other entries will be considered for publication.
The contest is open to all authors currently unpublished with Cobblestone Press, LLC. They are interested in the following genres: contemporary, historical, paranormal, BDSM, multicultural, science fiction, and fantasy. Absolutely no fan fiction, forced seduction, rape, purple prose, pedophilia, incest, bodily functions, snuff, bestiality, and necrophilia. Submissions should be sent to: submissions@cobblestone-press.com.
Formatting. Use either Times New Roman or Courier New, 12pt. font 2. All paragraphs should be indented (without tabs-preferred). Double Spaced. One inch margins.
Attach the manuscript as an RTF file (no other format will be opened)Include a cover letter in the body of your email, please put WICKED CONTEST in the subject line5=.
On the first page of your manuscript include in the upper left corner the following: Title of Manuscript, Word Count- Calculated by your word processor program, Genre (or Line), Full Name, Pen Name (if applicable), Mailing Address, Phone Number, and Email Address
They're looking for short story erotica with a very high level of sexual content within five to ten thousand words. HEA or romantic content not required. First and third person accepted (male or female POV).
First place winner will receive a standard contract, first publication slot for the Wicked Line and $100. Other entries will be considered for publication.
The contest is open to all authors currently unpublished with Cobblestone Press, LLC. They are interested in the following genres: contemporary, historical, paranormal, BDSM, multicultural, science fiction, and fantasy. Absolutely no fan fiction, forced seduction, rape, purple prose, pedophilia, incest, bodily functions, snuff, bestiality, and necrophilia. Submissions should be sent to: submissions@cobblestone-press.com.
Formatting. Use either Times New Roman or Courier New, 12pt. font 2. All paragraphs should be indented (without tabs-preferred). Double Spaced. One inch margins.
Attach the manuscript as an RTF file (no other format will be opened)Include a cover letter in the body of your email, please put WICKED CONTEST in the subject line5=.
On the first page of your manuscript include in the upper left corner the following: Title of Manuscript, Word Count- Calculated by your word processor program, Genre (or Line), Full Name, Pen Name (if applicable), Mailing Address, Phone Number, and Email Address
Thursday, January 10, 2008
My new cover!
I'm so excited about the cover for my Phaze short story, The Gladiator's Woman. The graphic artist, Stella Price, did a fantastic job! To learn more about her, check her out at - http://www.stellaandaudra.com/
The Gladiator's Woman will be out in February so make sure to get a copy!
Friday, January 4, 2008
Story excerpt
One of my short stories is available free on the Phaze.com. Look for free stories on the menu at left here - http://www.phaze.com/index2.html
The excerpt below gives you a pepper-hot taste!
Noelene folded her arms and waited. People got kidnapped nearly every week in Brazil but she wasn’t afraid.
The houses glowed pink-gold as the sun rose to reclaim the sky. Small gardens in front of each house flaunted blooms in hot, tropical colors. Somewhere in the neighbourhood, a radio played. A woman’s thin voice floated over an insistent drum beat. Noelene was pleased her Portuguese was good enough to follow along.
The song told the story of a happily married woman who fell in love with a beach boy, the same age as her only son. Noelene had never heard it before but she hummed a few bars, experimentally, as if testing her affinity with the adulteress.
She leaned forward until her head rested on the seat in front of her and closed her eyes. Darkness dissolved behind her eyelids. She was not Noelene. She was the woman in the song. Older, her skin looser, her belly marked by pregnancy. She lay on a bed in a light-filled room and heard the boy’s quickened breathing as his smooth, lithe body jerked over hers. She watched his face contort, looked into his eyes, dark with need and a gloating sense of his own power over her.
“Bite me,” she whispered. The boy bent his head to her breast, suckled her nipple, bit down on the hardened flesh.
He was her obsession. The life she lived with her husband and her family became a dream. She came to life only with the boy. When she was not with him she yearned for him with every fiber of her being. When they were together she could not stop touching him, loved to tear his clothes off. He was a pool of clear water into which she dove again and again, rising naked, her hair slicked back, her loins trembling, a raunchy Venus.
The excerpt below gives you a pepper-hot taste!
Noelene folded her arms and waited. People got kidnapped nearly every week in Brazil but she wasn’t afraid.
The houses glowed pink-gold as the sun rose to reclaim the sky. Small gardens in front of each house flaunted blooms in hot, tropical colors. Somewhere in the neighbourhood, a radio played. A woman’s thin voice floated over an insistent drum beat. Noelene was pleased her Portuguese was good enough to follow along.
The song told the story of a happily married woman who fell in love with a beach boy, the same age as her only son. Noelene had never heard it before but she hummed a few bars, experimentally, as if testing her affinity with the adulteress.
She leaned forward until her head rested on the seat in front of her and closed her eyes. Darkness dissolved behind her eyelids. She was not Noelene. She was the woman in the song. Older, her skin looser, her belly marked by pregnancy. She lay on a bed in a light-filled room and heard the boy’s quickened breathing as his smooth, lithe body jerked over hers. She watched his face contort, looked into his eyes, dark with need and a gloating sense of his own power over her.
“Bite me,” she whispered. The boy bent his head to her breast, suckled her nipple, bit down on the hardened flesh.
He was her obsession. The life she lived with her husband and her family became a dream. She came to life only with the boy. When she was not with him she yearned for him with every fiber of her being. When they were together she could not stop touching him, loved to tear his clothes off. He was a pool of clear water into which she dove again and again, rising naked, her hair slicked back, her loins trembling, a raunchy Venus.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Last day of Phaze sale!
Now through January 2, save 25% on all Phaze paperback romances! Sizzling works by Bridget Midway, Leigh Ellwood, Jade Falconer, Robin Slick, and the Coming Together volumes.
To get the discount, enter OHOHOH in the coupon code box when you check out.
http://www.phaze.com/
To get the discount, enter OHOHOH in the coupon code box when you check out.
http://www.phaze.com/
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