Monday, 16 January 2017

First Chapters - The Sonic Dilda'tor

The last in my ‘First Chapters’ series comes to an end as we are up to date! The Sonic Dilda’tor was a short story in the ‘Love & Lust in Space’ anthology which came out in November.



CHAPTER ONE

            “What you need is a Sonic Dilda’tor.”
            “I beg your pardon?” Skarlet wasn’t sure she correctly heard Pock, the sex therapist. This was her second session here on the planet of Vulvania. Tactile, like all people from her own planet of Clusio, Skarlet was finding it difficult adjusting to life on the home world of her husband, Braemel.
            In truth, it wasn’t just the rigid Vulvanian culture she was finding hard, but her husband’s lack of emotion. Married now for two years, she wondered if she had made a mistake in thinking the two of them could make their differences work. Not least, because a Vulvanian came into heat, whether man or woman, only once every five years.
            When they had met on her planet, whilst Braemel was on a diplomatic mission, he had been just starting his cycle of sexuality. Not only did his hormones drive his emotions causing him to pursue Skarlet with fervent demonstrations of love and lust, but it also made him incredibly attractive to Clusions. She had to quickly declare herself to him before she lost him to rivals. Not that she regretted her choice. At least, she hadn’t until eight months ago when this phase began to wear off and sex between them ceased to happen.
            “A Sonic Dilda’tor is what you require,” repeated Pock.
            Skarlet was taken aback. Is he making a joke? However, Vulvanians were famous for their lack of humour.
            “Unfortunately, they are outlawed on this planet.”
            Yes, he is laughing at me. “Um. Why mention it then?”
            The sex therapist looked down his nose at her and glared, his dark eyes boring into her. Skarlet often felt inferior on this world of people who were the leaders in the International Council and the founding nation of the community of planets.
“I mention it because it is the only logical answer to your problem. It is regrettable from your point of view that your husband’s sexual needs are not aligned to yours. A Sonic Dilda’tor would solve your issue.”
            It was Skarlet’s turn to glower. “So why are they forbidden then? It would seem sensible on a planet like yours where your people have varying sexual cycles that you have such an implement.”
            Pock nearly smiled. At least, she was sure he was about to. “Indeed. However, Vulvanians do not generally marry someone not matching their needs.”
            Skarlet crossed her arms, wishing someone had told her this before she married Braemel.
The therapist continued. “But as you have expressed interest, I will explain the background—for abstract reasons, only.” He settled back in his tilting chair and placed his hands together with just the fingertips touching, in a pose of thoughtful remembrance. “This device was invented for massages. We, Vulvanians, have the highest work ethic, but, at the same time, we refuse to acknowledge when we have over stretched our bodies. By using the Dilda’tor on sore parts of our bodies, the sonic harmonics relax the taut muscles. This way we were able to recover quickly. This meant an ever greater work output ensued, which made all parties satisfied—particularly as this all happened behind closed doors.”
            Skarlet was very aware of how reserved a Vulvanian could be from her experience with her husband. But she was intrigued by how this information related to her sex life—or lack of.
            “It is not known who first discovered this instrument could be used to stimulate a person’s genitals, but it swiftly became popular amongst the younger Vulvanians. In my profession, I found it very useful to persuade older members of society that this could be the answer to their sexual issues—those that may become misaligned through disease or accident—even if it did mean a drop in my clientele.”
            She gasped. Despite his stony expression, Pock definitely had a sense of humour. “I am intrigued as to how it came to be banned, then.”
            Pock inclined his head acknowledging her question. “We soon started to notice a remarkable drop in the jujufly population. You may not know, but these insects are essential in pollinating our many fruit trees. Without them, we have no food.”
            As the main diet of the Vulvanians, Skarlet could understand why this was so disastrous. “How did you link that to the use of the dildators?”
            The therapist gave out such a bark of a laugh that Skarlet jumped and nearly fell out of her seat. “Oh, my dear lady, it is called a Dilda’tor—the emphasis is on ‘Dilda’. It comes from the ancient Vulvanian root word meaning massage. Therefore, ‘to be massaged’. I don’t think the inventor was aware of the similarity to your word as we have nothing like that on our planet. Although, in my profession, I am aware of the ‘toys’ you refer to and am trying to encourage their import.”
            Oh! Skarlet could feel her face reddening.
            “Having said that, I can see how you could link the two.”
            Since she had already made a fool of herself, Skarlet jumped in with another question. “So how exactly is it used to align sexual drives?”
            He gave her a stare, his dark eyes boring into her once more. Skarlet jutted her chin out in defiance.
            “I take it this is an abstract question, since you would never be in the position of using one and if found out, you do realise it would mean banishment from our planet?”
            Skarlet shrugged her shoulders. As she had no idea the object existed, let alone where to get hold of one, she had asked because she was intrigued, even if it didn’t assist with her problem.
            “One inserts it into the anus of the male—or vagina of the female—who needs to be brought into heat. The sonic harmonics work to stimulate the hormones in our bodies, adjusting to that of their partner.”
            Oh great. Just what I need and I can’t get hold of one.
            She sighed.
            Pock was finished. “There is a group of people who are lobbying for its return since scientists discovered that by playing the music of the violinet at the same time, it reduces the sonic vibrations and the jujufly is unaffected. But until that time, it remains illegal to use.” He looked up as a buzzer sounded indicating the end of their session. “That finishes my work with you. I am afraid, I can offer no simple solution to your needs other than do as Vulvanians do and absent yourself from sexual activities for the time between your husband’s sexual cycles.”
            Saying that to a Clusion was like telling them to cut off a limb. They were such a sexually active species, that Skarlet was in deep depression.
            As she left the building, she considered her options. A) Put up with being sexually deprived for the next few years. B) Continue using her own sex toys that she had brought with her—which didn’t give her the satisfaction she required as her body required the presence of semen in order to orgasm. C) Divorce Braemel and return home.

The fourth option, of finding a Dilda’tor, didn’t even enter her head.

Friday, 13 January 2017

Wicked Weekends

WICKED WEEKENDS

 
Title of book: His Plaything [Slade, Inc. 2]

Author: Mackenzie Williams

Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance, BDSM

Sexual orientation: MF

Type of story: Novel

What's Hot?: Sex in the office stairwell 


Blurb:

It has been a couple of weeks since Connor Slade offered Morgan White a more permanent job with Slade, Inc. Morgan and her boss are getting closer and closer, except for one aspect of their lives. Morgan rarely gets to see Connor outside of the office setting. She is concerned that maybe their relationship will never strengthen beyond her merely being his office plaything.

Her insecurities only get worse when Mr. Slade hires a temporary secretary for an upcoming business venture. Did Mr. Slade hire her just for the extra help or is there more to it? Has he grown tired of only having Morgan to "play" with? Can Morgan ever be enough for Mr. Slade?

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Title of book: Everything I’ve Dreamed Of

Author: Norah Bennett

Genre: Contemporary

Sexual orientation: M/F

Type of story: Novel

What’s hot? Sexy tech guy

Blurb:

Kate Willowbrook dreamed of a life filled with beauty - a man who loves here, friends, and a home. At eighteen, Kate's dreams were replaced by nightmares when she witnessed a crime. Kate fled, never settling down and never trusting anyone until at the age of thirty, she discovers the small town of Lakes Crossing and CEO, Noah Reed.

When Noah's wife was killed in an accident, his world exploded. Noah settled for an empty, loveless life until the day he met Kate. When he learns about Kate's past and finds she is still in danger, Noah takes over, becoming over-protective - to the point Kate feels stifled and controlled.

As Noah and Kate struggle to put the past behind them and find a balance that fulfills both their needs, they learn that there are no guarantees in life, but in Lakes Crossing they have been given a second chance at love.

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Title of book: Friendly Seduction

Author: Jennifer Denys

Genre: Contemporary/romantic comedy

Sexual orientation: MF

Type of story: Novella

Blurb:

Sci-fi writer Matt has been told by his editor to include more sex in his stories so he appeals for help from his cousin who connives to get him alone with her housemate, Lissa, who has a huge crush on Matt. Bouncing ideas off each other they amusingly analyze erotic romances at their meeting, like why the heroine always seems to wear front-clasped bras. Startled by his attraction to her he pretends he needs assistance with an imaginary story.

Each time Lissa visits he uses a scene from the story about two bounty hunters in space who make love to a girl they are delivering to her owner. Beginning to write this for real these scenes gradually become more intimate involving whipping, sex toys, oral sex and more until they make love. But is she just helping him for the story or does she reciprocate his feelings?

What’s hot?: Use of a sex harness

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Wednesday, 11 January 2017

Christmas TV watching

I watched lots and lots of TV over the Xmas hols. Problem is, being a writer, I tend to pick holes in the plots these days!

For instance, I finally got around to seeing ‘The Lion King’. Beautifully made and I loved the start (and ABSOLUTELY adored the evil King Scar. British actors DO make good baddies! LOL) but it got boring when Simba was banished. I wanted him to have more of a journey back to being King instead of ‘I can’t do this’ whinging! *sigh*

Call The Midwife was, apparently, the most popular show on Christmas Day. This is one of the best TV shows on British TV at the moment. But this one was set in South African instead of the East End of London – I enjoyed it, but prefer it in London. I can relate better to the conditions of young mothers and the midwives with it being in England.

Pride and Prejudice was another show I picked holes in. I sat through all 7 hours of the entire 1990s show (with Jennifer Ehle and Colin Firth). Why did I pick holes in it? Well, I think Austen’s females are more rounded than her men. Darcy just comes over as plonker – he might be handsome but he had no interpersonal skills and doesn’t really gain any either! Mr Bingley is too smiley and boyish. Mr Collins just repulsive (but had more character than the other two). And why did the women always seem to have such flimsy gowns even in the heart of winter – or were the women more used to it then? Are we too used to central heating? Having said all that I did enjoy it as a period piece. J

Dances with Wolves, on the other hand, is a fav that I never grow tired of and love love love the music. It makes me think that what Heaven will be like – vast, open, peaceful, majestic.


West Side Story is, in my opinion, the best musical ever made. Plot, characterisation, setting, and above all music and dancing all come together splendidly. Although, it did occur to me I had no idea which part of New York the ‘west side’ was. I tried asking a friend who lives in Cincinnati and she had no idea! Shame on her. I know which parts of London the East End are! LOL. Thankfully there was a documentary on which told me they originally conceived it as East Side Story but had to discard the idea for a few years and when they picked it up it changed location. (The West Side is to the left side of Central Park, in case you also wondered).

Monday, 9 January 2017

Shakespeare's flowers

Part of my garden is what I call my Shakespeare garden. I was inspired by a garden in Stratford on Avon that I visited about 25 years ago which was planted with trees mentioned in his plays – except I took it one step further and planted any flower/herb/plant he referred to.

It was great fun reading through his plays (or, at least, googling famous Shakespeare quotes to find references to flowers!) and then researching what the modern name might be for them. Researching for this post I now find millions of websites dedicated to Shakespeare’s flowers! I did most of my research the hard way, via, books.

He was rather naughty in some lines, for instance, he referred to ‘honeysuckle’ and ‘woodbine’ in the same line. They are one and the same!

My garden is rather run down now and many of the plants have died off so I need to restock it but I did have an Oak tree, an Apple tree, a Blossom tree and the following herbs: Rosemary, Rue, Parsley, Mint, Fennel, Savoury, Marjoram, Thyme.

From A Midsummer Night’s Dream:

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

I don’t think I ever got around to getting any Eglantine, also known as Sweet briar.

I did have the following wild flowers: Oxlip, Cowslip, Daisies, Hyssop, Harebell, Clover, Ivy, Buttercup (Shakespeare called cuckoo-buds – it took me AGES to find this out and I ended up emailing a stately home that had a Shakespeare garden for their help!),

From Love’s Labours Lost:

When daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight.
And these plants Lily, Honeysuckle, Pansies (he also called Love-in-Idleness – however, this is a very small pansy). Photo from: https://slowgardener.blogspot.co.uk/2011/04/johnny-jumps-up-in-my-garden.html

From Midsummer Night’s Dream:   

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

I also had Rose, Primrose, Carnation (Shakespeare called Gillyvor), Holly, Violet.

From Hamlet:

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance:
pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies,
that's for thoughts.
There's fennel for you, and columbines:
there's rue for you; and here's some for me:
we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays: O
you must wear your rue with a difference.
There's a daisy: I would give you some violets,
but they withered all when my father died.

Rosemary is particularly associated with remembrance of the dead, and Pansies get their name from pensées, the French for thoughts. Fennel represents marital infidelity and Columbine flattery or insincerity. Rue, also known as Herb of grace, is very bitter and stands for regret, repentance and sorrow. Daisies are a symbol of innocence and the Violets mean faithfulness. Don’t think I ever got any Columbines (also known as Aquilegia).

Now Rue – I discovered – is toxic! I was sitting next to it in the bright sunshine one summer and the yellow flowers rubbed against my skin (photo from https://honorsbrit.wikispaces.com/Rue)


Within 24 hours I came out in a horrible red welt. At that time I had no idea what had caused it until a few weeks later when the same thing happened again and the penny clicked! So I replanted that close to the fence but it never flowered again so I don’t know if it needed the bright sunshine or it just didn’t like being dug up.

From A Winter’s Tale:

Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram;
The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun
And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
Of middle summer, and I think they are given
To men of middle age.

I tried planting Marigold and Lavender but they never grew in my soil. But most other ones grew very well – in fact, much better than other areas of my garden. I put this down to the fact that these are mostly English plants and could cope with a Yorkshire winter.

As for Roses – I actually have a separate rose garden with Roses following the colour wheel from white through orange, pink, and red. But since I live in Yorkshire the white rose is naturally my most prolific bush!

From Henry VI part I:


Let him that is a true born gentleman
And stands upon the honour of his birth
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth
From off this briar pluck a white rose.

Friday, 6 January 2017

New Year's resolutions/plans for 2017

New Year’s resolutions/plans for 2017:

  1. Produce a newsletter for fans at least four times a year.
  2. Visit the remaining two English counties I have never been to (West Sussex and Cleveland - picture is from Chichester in W. Sussex)
  3. Finish the children’s fantasy story I am writing with my great niece.
  4. Arrange for the oak tree I have grown from an acorn to be cut down because it is too big! (*sad*)
  5. Finish the historical crime story based on real life family stories I started writing in April.
  6. Go back to Portmeirion (again! I can never have enough of that place).
  7. Writing a shifter story before end of Feb for an anthology call.
  8. Replant my Shakespeare garden (only plants mentioned in his plays – more on this next week). 



Wednesday, 4 January 2017

Author Interview - Kryssie Fortune

I haven’t done an author interview for a while so I thought I would start the New Year with one from a good friend, the lovely Kryssie Fortune! Over to you, Kryssie. Tell my readers all about yourself….

Thanks for having me, Jen. I’ve always had an overactive imagination. I was the kid who sat her dolls around a tea set for a picnic and told long involved stories. They probably made no sense, but at least I got to eat the sweeties from their tiny cups and saucers. A few years later, I had an imaginary dragon for a best friend. I loved the library, especially the books about Roman and Greek Gods. With hindsight, it’s no surprise that my first published books were paranormal romances. While I still love the paranormal genre, Loose Id’s request for three linked holiday stories took me into the world of contemporary former military heroes and the women who steal their hearts.


About You

What’s the strangest (bravest, funniest etc) thing you’ve ever done?

I think it was back in my teens when I went caving. We explored a tunnel said to have been an outlaw’s hideout. Apparently, one of them still haunts it. Once we got outside the guide said we should go back through it without torches. I did it because everyone else did, but that was both brave and stupid. My imagination kicked in. I could almost feel the ghost wrapping icy tendrils around me.  I needed out—fast. But the passage was only wide enough to go single file. I’ve been claustrophobic and scared of the dark ever since.

Who was the first boy/girl you kissed?

My godmother’s son. He was four and I was three—or so my mother always said. Sorry, Stuart, your kiss was completely forgettable.
(haha! JD)


Name three people you would like to be shipwrecked with (and why)?

Emmeline Pankhurst - "Trust in God - she will provide." Because she changed the way women saw themselves and the way women interacted in society.

Germaine Greer - "You're only young once, but you can be immature forever." I've heard this lady speak, and, while I don't agree with everything she says, she always makes me think.

Eleanor Roosevelt - "The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." Because she has such positive opinions.

The three of us would never be short of conversation.
(Wow! Three very strong women - four with you! JD)


Your Writing

Tell us about your latest book.

Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff is the second book in my stand-alone trilogy, Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Readers will have met Sheriff Sean Mathews in the first story – Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine. Sean is a former SEAL turned Sheriff. When he visits his scientist brother, Ethan, in Washington, Ethan persuades Sean to pretend to be him and attend a soiree. The soiree turns into a drugged-fuelled orgy, and Sean spanks a beautiful blonde. Later, he learns she’s a spy who wanted to learn his brother’s secrets. The story makes the papers, and Sean’s happy to return to Westhorpe Ridge. He thinks the soiree’s behind him, but the blonde with the spankable butt turns up in his home town.
(Sounds terrific! JD)

What makes a great hero?

To me, a hero is man who melts around the woman he loves. It doesn’t matter what his past is, or even he comes with fur and fangs. He just needs to put everything on the line to make the heroine happy. If he spanks her along the way, so much the better.


Is there any trivia about your latest/forthcoming story that you can share with us (eg, the name of a real life pet that you used in the story)?
 
I needed an imaginary American town. The United States is a big place, but my son, Rob, played American Football in university. He supported the 49ers. His dad was for the Washington Redskins. Me? I supported the Carolina Panthers. That’s how I settled on Carolina. Better still, the Marines have a huge base in Jacksonville. What a happy coincidence.
(Interesting! JD)


What’s the hardest part of writing?

I’m dyslexic. I check my manuscripts six or seven times before I read them aloud. Then my wonderful husband reads them.  After all that, my editor still finds mistakes.


Quick Fire round

Tall skinny or short but muscular?

Tall and skinny. He can always put muscle on if he needs to.

Hawaii or Norway?

Norway

Turquoise or mauve?

Turquoise

A juicy grilled steak with garlic butter or vanilla & raspberry cheesecake with white chocolate?

Steak

George Clooney or Brad Pitt?

Brad Pitt

Flogging or paddling?

Paddling

Bouquet of roses of bunch of wild flowers?

Either. Both. A single flower bud even. I always have flowers in the house.


Finally

Links of how fans can find you on the internet/buy your books?

I’m active on social media.



My Amazon USA author page is amzn.to/2hsofnX

My Amazon UK author page is amzn.to/2hWk87f



And here is an excerpt from Kryssie’s latest book:



Now she craved a man’s hands on her body and his cock in her mouth. Multiple partners sounded amazing as did being tied down and spanked. Rough sex would make her night. She needed to be stroked, caressed, and screwed, not necessarily in that order.

She wished she’d paired up when the men were sniffing around women like dogs looking for the biggest bone, but the monkey-suited guys who thought they were God’s gift to women had made her flesh crawl. Well, the blond had been okay. The worst had been the dark-haired one who’d run one hand along her arm and the other over his crotch. In return, she’d rammed her three-inch heel into his foot. Pierced it, she hoped.

He’d sworn, raised his fist, and hopped around like a drunken kangaroo while she’d skedaddled across the room, but his glare had promised retribution. The encounter had left her shaken and distressed, eager to go home. No way would she lower her standards and make out with a creep like him. The blond she’d seen earlier, though, him she’d happily strip off for and screw, but he’d probably found another woman by now. If she hadn’t been so picky, he could be fucking her now. Regret made her frown.

In her imagination, a sexy stranger pulled her into a private room, tugged off her panties, and spanked her until she begged them to stop. Afterward, he’d fuck her hard. This cat-in-heat thing wasn’t her usual modus operandi, but the need boiling through her blood pushed her common sense aside.

If she hadn’t been such a prude earlier, she could be spreading her legs and begging some man to use her body any way he wanted. Sharing her secret desires with a stranger didn’t usually figure on her to-do list, but tonight she’d do almost anything for sex.

Every night as she rubbed her clit until she drifted off to sleep, she conjured up images of her dream lover. She’d never pictured his face, but he’d be well over six feet tall, blond-haired, and his chest would be so broad she could lose herself when she leaned against it. His abs would be defined, more an eight pack than a six, and his cock would be thick, broad, and lickably solid. She imagined a faceless man putting her over his knee and spanking her bare butt. Afterward, he’d hold her close and cuddle her as though she rocked his world. In her dreams, when he sank his cock into her, they shared a passion so intense it felt like a sensual earthquake.

Nearby, a woman Jazz didn’t know pulled off her panties and twirled them around on her finger. Her partner laughed and lifted up her dress so he could stare at her exposed pussy. Even as Jazz lurked in the shadows, she saw the woman’s juices gleaming on her clit. God, Jazz wanted to be as bold as that woman, but despite the unbridled need flowing through her body, she lacked the courage to do anything so desperate or so sexy.

Beneath her borrowed red dress, Jazz’s nipples ached to be kissed, clamped, or caressed. Her pussy tingled as her habitual inhibitions collapsed. Like a lioness seeking her mate, she stepped out of the shadows and prowled the room.

The urge to pull off her dress and show off her body made her hands shake. Only, her skinny thighs and too-small breasts wouldn’t attract the sophisticated men gathered in this elegant friend-of-a-friend’s house. Maybe, since no one wanted to screw her, she could find a room and masturbate away her urges.

Over by the balcony, a well-made-up beauty abandoned her dignity and wrapped her legs around her partner’s waist. As she linked her arms around his neck, he undid her halter top and bared her breasts. Another man moved behind her and toyed with her nipples. Jazz had never seen anything so sensual or wild.

Not far from the buffet, a woman leaned over a table, her bare ass on display. Behind her, a man grinned like the devil, all white teeth and dark intent. He slapped the woman’s butt hard enough to make her squeal, but she sounded more excited than distressed. The way the woman wiggled her hips and panted for him to do it again proved that. Five minutes later, the woman wept uncontrollably, and her ass shone bright red beneath the harsh electric lights, but she had the look of a contented she-cat as she writhed in sensual delight.



 

Thank you so much for being interrogated! LOL. Wishing you lots of sales. J

Sunday, 1 January 2017

HAPPY NEW YEAR

This time last year I came out of hospital after my cancer op (literally on New Year's Day!) Thankfully it all went well and I didn't need any after treatment. But my own mortality has never been closer and every birthday, holiday, event, this year I very much felt like "Yay! I've got to another birthday, Christmas, etc."


I managed to walk over 1 million steps during my work's annual step challenge in 2016. (This is the milestone step!)

I went back to Portmeirion (which I adore! I want my ashes to be buried there when I die one day so that I can walk those woods forever). 


I did massive refurbishment of my garden including relaying the garden path.


I visited some counties I'd never been to (only two outstanding!). This is the stunning Stamford (actually in Lincs which I have been to previously but it was on the way to Rutland so I stopped off there).



Hopefully 2017 will continue in the same vein, but whatever happens in life, live it to the fullest. Don't put off until tomorrow something you could do today because you might never get the chance.