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Friday, July 30, 2010

Virtual Book Tour Stop: Isabel Roman



Whipped Cream is proud to be a part of Isabel Roman's Virtual Book Tour sponsored by Goddess Fish. Leave a comment for a chance to win A Vice Versa beaded fashion purse, a summer shawl, and a box of Godiva chocolates. (Pssst... we'll win something, too, if we have the most comments...so help us out...wink, wink, nudge, nudge...)

If I wasn’t a writer what would I be?

Insane.
Unhappy.
Bored.
Cranky.

I love being a writer, it is my dream job. Yes, I still work a day job, which I enjoy but don’t love. When I wake up to go to work, I don’t think “I love my job”. It’s more like “Five more minutes mom, PLEASE!” But that’s usually because I do too much in the mornings and get up way too early.

When I write, I really enjoy it. I love settling before my computer, I love opening my current story, I love brainstorming the concept, doing the plot, creating characters (but not naming them! Or titling the story, don’t get me started on that!)

Like I say to my friends, what could be bad? I play in the imagination sandbox. *G*

Barring all this, I’d like to be President. Why? For the bowling alley, of course! Honestly, I’m not sure what my dream job would be—writing is my dream. What’s yours? They say that when you do something you love you don’t work. Or feel like you work. Or something to that effect.

What’s YOUR dream job? And no. It doesn’t have to be realistic. Space commander? Cool! Mars terraformer? Excellent. Deep sea diver? I love it.

And don’t forget my free Dark Desires of the Druids: Choose Your Own Adventure .

Buy Dark Desires of the Druids: Sex & Subterfuge here! Or here.
A master magicker, Morgana Blackthorne has a tenuous hold on her following. When a strange Englishman arrives on her doorstep with news of other druidic magickers, and magicker problems, she’s intrigued but suspicious. There hasn’t been contact between the American and European druids in over a hundred years. Plus she has her own worries and doesn’t need the handsome earl adding to them.

Lucien, Earl of Granville, left England to seek out the Blackthorne Druid line and discover what they’ve been up to since contact was lost. Once he and Morgana meet, their mutual attraction distracts him from his purpose. Embroiled in her problems, he finds himself more concerned with her welfare than is practical for a passing affair.

When I invited you into my bed, it never occurred to me I wouldn’t want you to leave.

There are darker forces at work and the hunger of a weak magicker desperate for power. Will Lucien convince Morgana of his true feelings before things spiral out of control? Or will the surrounding subterfuge tear them apart?



Monday, July 26, 2010

GUEST BLOG: DEE TENORIO

Warning: Not Your Typical Love Affair


Have you ever seen that commercial where the hot supermodel and the super geeky nerd guy run into each other while exiting and entering a store and fall madly in love?

When most people see things like that, they laugh and say, well, that would never happen. But I looked at it and thought...well, why not? What's so crazy about that? For all you know, that beautiful woman hates being treated like she's brainless simply because she won a genetic lottery. And that geek probably has a ton to offer someone who can see past his quest for expediency. It could happen, with the right beauty and the right brain.

Which is a pretty fast way for you to get into my way of thinking. I love finding the heroes in the unconventional characters. Which brings me to my upcoming romance, All Or Nothing, and the two lead characters you never thought you'd see as the perfect match: A Goth Queen metal artist and the crankiest accountant you've ever met in your life.

But he's also possibly the most determined, most adorable, most sexy hero I've ever met.

Let me introduce you to Lucas Lonnigan.

If you read the first book in my Lonnigan duo, All Of You, you'd probably remember Lucas as the cantankerous twin brother, but in his own novel, you'll finally get beneath the crusty exterior to find the giant heart of the man below. A heart that's been taken since he was a kid...by a woman he can never have. So when one night gives him a chance to be with her, he doesn't only take it...he damn near burns the place down showing her how good they are together. Still may waters run deep, but with Lucas, it's more that quiet oceans seethe beneath the surface and in this book, he'll show every card he has to keep the woman he loves.

Speaking of, let's meet Belinda Riggs.

Belle is scarred, physically and emotionally, by her past in an abusive childhood. To her, love has only ever been a weapon and so she's gone to every length she can find to put walls between herself and Lucas. She's not nice. She's not sweet. She's not even friendly. In a lot of ways, she's great big porcupine, but only because she knows that deep down, where only Lucas can reach, she's already his. And that terrifies her.

Lucas knows he and Belle can be happy together and he'll pull every string, try every trick and fight every battle to win the chance to prove it to her. But Belle is determined to stay free...desperate to stop hurting the man she loves more than herself.

So what hope do they have?

Well, that's why this isn't your typical love affair. All Or Nothing is a no-holds-barred war game of love, begging the question, how far would you go for the one you love? Not to mention, what good is living without love in your life?

Share a bit of a great love story you've heard of in the comments and you'll be entered to win an e-copy of All Or Nothing!


Dee Tenorio has a few reality issues. After much therapy for the problem—if one can call being awakened in the night by visions of hot able-bodied men a problem—she has proved incurable. It turns out she enjoys tormenting herself by writing sizzling, steamy erotic romances of various genres spanning paranormal mystery dramas, contemporaries and romantic comedies. Preferably starring the sexy, somewhat grumpy heroes described above and smart-mouthed heroines who have much better hair than she does.
The best part is, no more therapy bills!

Well, not for Dee, anyway. Her husband and kids, on the other hand...

If you would like to learn more about Dee and her work, please visit her website at www.deetenorio.com or her blog at http://www.deetenorio.com/Blog/.


Wednesday, July 21, 2010

GUEST BLOG: BARBARA ELSBORG

Welcome to my world!

I write erotic romance under my real name – Barbara Elsborg. No place to hide because I appear to be the only Barbara Elsborg in the world. Ha ha. I knew my husband would come in useful for something one day! Oh yes and the two kids. It makes me easy to find in search engines – provided my name is spelt right but I know that many writers of erotica do so under a pen name. Probably because they need to keep what they do a secret from somebody- mother, boss, kids, the dog.

I’d spent a long while trying to get published so I wasn’t prepared to use a pen name. I wanted my name out there. I have to admit it was an easier decision because my mother was no longer around. She would not have approved. This was a woman who rang the BBC to complain if she saw a naked chest on the TV. A man’s at that! She’d never have spoken to me again. Damn. I missed a trick there.

But what do readers think we writers of erotic romance are like? Do you wonder why do we choose to write these sorts of stories? Are we all sexually frustrated, would-be sirens who live vicariously through our books? Er – yes. No, I mean no. Sorry.

All my heroes are stunningly good-looking but deeply flawed in some interesting way and able to make love all night, time after time with the upmost brilliance. They get up to all sorts of things that I’ve had to look up on Google. The best invention ever! All my heroines are tall (sorry I’m tall), slender (yep, so am I) and quirky (oh guess what, so am I). I do vary their hair color but I prefer short hair to long (yes that’s me – urchin cut). So what am I saying here? I’m the heroine of every story. Of course I am. I hope the reader is too.

Because what I’m trying to do is show readers worlds where people might have all sorts of issues and problems - in my book Strangers the hero and heroine are both trying to commit suicide at the start, in Fight to Remember (available in August from Loose-ID) the heroine loses her memory every time she falls asleep - but they END UP HAPPY. Yes, I know it’s fantasy, that the real world is nothing like that, it particularly lacks guys who can make love all night every night (sorry husband), not whine when they are ill (sorry husband), be funny and charming at the right time (very sorry husband but farting is not an art form) but it’s what we all want. To be happy. To have great sex. To have a partner who loves us, warts and all. (Yes I know you do, dear – apart from the warts) Even if the book has a Happy For Now rather than a Happy Ever After, (though all mine are HEA), it’s still that hope of a bright future that leads us to keep reading romances. The erotic bit just makes us hope for better sex as well as the rest of it.

There’s something else that romances do too, whether erotic or straight, they remind us of those early days when boy meets girl, or boy meets boy, etc when love and lust worked together, when your heart went wild at the mere thought of the other, when only the other mattered and the rest of the world could go hang. The time you actually fell in love.

That’s why I love writing what I do, because to me that’s such a great point in any relationship and one we should remember when we’re bogged down with mortgages and kids and pets and wasps nests and aging parents. I write erotic romance because I see it as an opportunity to create happiness, to remind those who experienced it of the magic of those early days, and to share it with others who haven’t been that lucky. Yet. Never give up hope. I write because even if our own lives aren’t that wonderful, we can escape for a while into one that is.

Barbara Elsborg lives in West Yorkshire in the north of England. She always wanted to be a spy, but having confessed to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it was not for her. Vulcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of sharks put paid to marine biology. So instead, she spent several years successfully selling cyanide.

After dragging up two rotten, ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful husband (who can now stop twisting her arm) she finally has time to conduct an affair with an electrifying plugged-in male, her laptop.

Her books feature quirky heroines and bad boys, and she hopes they are as much fun to read as they are to write.

Email: bjelsborg@googlemail.com

Website: www.barbaraelsborg.com

Blog: www.barbaraelsborg.blogspot.com

http://www.jasminejade.com/pm-7827-506-strangers.aspx

Blurb for Strangers

Kate Snow’s had enough of bad boys until a one-way swim in the ocean puts her on a collision course with a man she can’t resist. Charlie Storm has turned being a bad boy into an art form. Already a famous pop star, mega-success in the movie business beckons until his inner demons send him spiraling out of control and right out to sea. The last thing he expects to do before he dies is crash into a suicidal woman.

When the worlds of these two strangers collide, their lives take an upward twist. In surviving the waves, they find they can’t stand to be apart, in or out of bed. Kate seizes a chance for happiness, seeing in Charlie a man she can finally trust to love her. Charlie can’t let go of Kate because she’s the only woman able to see the man he wants to be.
But the price of fame is high and when the world wants to drive them apart, life only seems safe in Kate’s bed.




Monday, July 19, 2010

GUEST BLOG: PG FORTE

I Always Listen to the Voices in My Head


By
PG Forte



A funny thing happened to me a few years before I began writing in earnest. I was given a reading by a psychic who was totally mystified by the large number of “incorporeal beings” he sensed hanging around me. He finally concluded that these were souls with whom I'd made pre-incarnation agreements. According to him, they'd all agreed to hover in the ether (or whatever it is that incorporeal beings do in between lives) and assist me when needed. In exchange, I'd apparently agreed to provide vehicles for them to incarnate into the physical plane.

In other words, or so I was told, I'd agreed to become their Mommy, which was something I really wasn't feeling, if you know what I mean. I already had two children at that point--two children who were rapidly approaching adolescence, to be exact--and my husband and I had no plans to our family. So I had to ask, “How many of these beings are there, exactly?”

To which psychic boy responded, “I don't have an exact number, but there are a lot of them. Dozens, in fact.”

Dozens? Of children? Oh, yeah…really not feeling it.

Anyway, this bothered me a lot. I hated the idea that I was the kind of person who would be so frivolous or thoughtless or--let's face it--deceptive enough to enter into lifelong, apparently binding agreements with other beings. Dozens of them, yet! The idea that I would take their aid while completely failing to live up to my side of our bargain did not sit well with me at all.

Luckily for all concerned, it wasn't long before I figured out what all those beings were really doing hanging around my head. Turns out they weren't looking for me to give birth to them in the conventional sense at all. The “vehicles” they had in mind were books.

He was right about one thing though. I have dozens of characters populating my brain and it's a real relief every time I get another story told. It gives the rest of us a little more breathing space, so to speak.

As a reader, having characters come to life has always been the most magical part of fiction to me. As a writer…well, let's just say it's a little less magical when said characters are attempting to take over and wrecking your carefully constructed plot! Even so, I have to confess it's still pretty cool. What's even better is when I hear from readers or reviewers that my characters have come alive for them, as well.

There's been a lot of talk lately about whether or not books are like babies to their authors and I'm happy to report that--for me, personally, anyway--it's really not the same. I'd say books are more like foreign exchange students. They come and live with you for awhile, you work hard at interpreting them, maybe you even take them into your heart. But, however you feel about them, you always know that eventually you'll have to let them go.

So you wish them well. You miss them when they're gone. You really enjoy visiting with them from time to time. But they have to make their own way in the world and that's just as it should be.


***

PG Forte writes rule bending, genre blending romance and paranormal stories. When she's not pestering her husband to help her research scenes for upcoming books or being amused by her two vastly entertaining children, she can usually be found serving the needs and whims of her characters…or her cat. It's a difficult job, but someone's got to do it.

Her newest release is Edge of Heaven, an erotic, paranormal, m/m romance, available at Loose Id July 20th. http://www.loose-id.com/Edge-of-Heaven.aspx

Edge is an unlikely angel. Unable to atone for the sins he committed while human, he's resigned to spending the rest of eternity in Limbo. Until he meets a miracle named Mattie.

PG loves to hear from readers and can be contacted through her website at: www.PGForte.com


Wednesday, July 14, 2010

GUEST BLOG: FRAN LEE

I just remembered…it’s French Independence Day! Or maybe I should say, “Bastille Day”. Friends of mine (not French) love to celebrate Bastille Day by making a whopping table load of Pâtisseries françaises and entrees, and inviting everyone over to pig out. Now, I’m not fond of Escargot de Bourgogne (snails kill my plants, but I don’t believe in vengeance-by-devouring), but I do adore her Pâtisseries françaises filled with the following crème de pâtisserie française d'amande recipe:

Ingredients: (French almond pastry cream)

1 ¼ cups whole milk
3 egg yolks
¼ cup granulated sugar
1/8 cup all-purpose flour
2 tablespoons plus 2 teaspoons cornstarch
1 teaspoon almond extract

Preparation:

In a small saucepan, warm the milk over low heat until it is just hot enough to steam. While the milk is warming, whisk together the egg yolks, sugar, flour, and cornstarch until the mixture is completely smooth.

Once the milk is steaming, add half of it, whisking constantly, to the egg mixture. Add the milk and eggs back into the hot milk, continue stirring, and heat it for 1-2 minutes, until the custard reaches 170F on a digital thermometer and is very thick. Remove it from the heat, stir in the almond extract, and chill the pastry crème completely before filling pastry.

This almond pastry crème recipe makes enough pastry crème to fill a traditional cake or profiterole recipe.


Okay…now that you know what to cook (and not to cook) if and when you invite me to your house on Bastille Day, let’s talk about what I love most these days…writing hot romance!

In case you have never heard of me or my books, I’d like to introduce myself, and a couple of my characters. Hi…my name is Fran Lee, and I write hot, sexy romance for two incredible e-publishers, Ellora’s Cave, and Resplendence Publishing. I currently have nine books in e-book form, and one print anthology.

I began writing when I was in my mid-teens, but was so involved in other things (like work and family) that I didn’t even try to get published until the mid 80’s. I was rejected because my stuff was “too hot”.

I have three adult kids, and six grandkids, from age 21 down to age 4. I hold a second degree black belt in American Kenpo, I collect old toys and metal horses, and I adore McDonald’s Sweet Tea. I am currently attempting to lose about 30 pounds before my first Romance Convention this fall at Romanticon. LOL! I don’t want to have to pay for extra luggage because I weigh so much! Obviously the photo I show on my websites is not current. It was taken when I was age 19. Much nicer looking back then…sigh…


My debut book (released by Ellora’s Cave almost exactly one year ago today) is titled Out of Her Dreams, and my hot and sexy hero is a pro wrestler. Just think of every hot, delicious, marvelously muscular bad guy you love to hate on the Pro Wrestling circuits, and toss in every hot, sexy good guy. Maybe you’ll have him firmly in mind.

David Chance (aka Chance Braza on the mat) is pissed off to find his face and body plastered on the covers of a popular series of highly erotic romance novels, and he is ready to rip a few strips off the damn woman who would dare to do so without his permission. And without paying him. And to make it worse, she is using his real name…sort of.

Samantha Hastings was only fourteen when she nearly died in a terrible car wreck. After they put her back together, and after nearly a dozen surgeries to repair and fix her, she knows that no man will ever want her, as scarred as she is. So she dreams up a fabulous guy who is the epitome of all she finds sexy and hot. He loves her. He accepts her as she is…scars and all. Years later, when she needs to earn money, she writes about her dream hero, Chance Davis. His face and body are burned into her mind, so she sketches him for the cover artist.

Now she is in great financial shape, moderately famous, and sought-after by fans around the world. But meeting her dream face-to-face at a book signing is the last thing she ever expects to happen. Problem is, he isn’t at all happy to meet her.

Toss into a large saucepan one large, angry, hot male looking for retribution…add one timid, physically and emotionally scarred, erotic author. Stir well and expect an explosion, a lot of heat, and a sexy, funny read.

I have been asked many times if I write myself into my books. Well…to be honest…I do. An erotic author can get away with murder in pretending to be the heroine, and thoroughly enjoying her hot and sexy hero. In ten books (one is in edits) I have shamelessly enjoyed being in the middle of the hot action. Now…if I could only find a real man who would hold still long enough for me to grab him. Damn! Are they running faster nowadays, or am I just slowing down? Probably both.

My next book under contract with Ellora’s Cave is titled Woman on Fire. Unfortunately I don’t have art yet, but here is a short blurb…

Woman On Fire

Fran Lee

Coming from Ellora’s Cave

Azrael Thunder Horse never thought he would ever see another white woman who could possibly knock him for a loop after leaving Hollywood. Despite the instant shot of lust he feels when he first lays eyes on his new Native American Studies teacher, he is determined to get rid of her. After all…she misled him with that damned Indian name of hers! How could he know she was not NA? But the stubborn red-head has a thing or two to say about him firing her on the spot.

Cheyenne Red Wolf has never met a more maddening…arrogant…downright irritating man. He hates her on sight. Too bad he’s the hottest thing she has ever laid eyes on…and he’s her new boss. The man tried to fire her because she wasn’t a “real” Indian. Good thing he can’t stand her, because she sure as hell couldn’t say no to all that sexy, hard-headed, Lakota masculinity. He is the man from her dream…and no matter what he thinks of her, she has it bad for the man…



I don’t have my release date yet, but I’m confident that it will be out shortly…ummm…maybe 2011 or so. Kidding! (I hope!)

As soon as I have a release date, I’ll set up a new release contest on my website to win a free copy when it’s out. Come visit me at: http://www.franleeromance.com

I can also be found at: http://franleesromanceblog.blogspot.com

And at: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Fran-Lee/132560860752

And you can find all my books at these two author pages:

http://www.jasminejade.com/m-554-fran-lee.aspx

http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/145.html

I love you here at Whipped Cream. Your reviews are thoughtful and honest, and well written. Thanks for inviting me over.

Monday, July 12, 2010

GUEST BLOG: VICTORIA BLISSE

Baking is sexy!

I love to bake, and I know it’s hot out there but I don’t mean that kind of baking. In the summer I get up extra early in the morning to bake whilst it is still cool. I love getting up before everyone else and just having that lovely space to do my cooking at my own speed.

Now, if you feel the urge to bake today I’m going to share with you my never fail, always loved sponge cake recipe. Now, I can’t fully claim this as my own as the recipe comes from the talented and much loved English cook Delia Smith but I can guarantee you that if you give these cakes a try they will become a staple in your household, they are just so versatile.

Ingredients:

4 oz plain Flour

1 tsp Baking powder

4 oz caster sugar

4 oz Margarine or butter (margarine gives the fluffiest texture)

2 large eggs

1 tsp vanilla extract


So preheat your oven to Gas Mark 6 which is 200 oC or 400 oF and get your bun tins ready by putting the little frilly bun liners into the tray. You can also use this recipe to make two equal sized circular cakes (6 inch tin) to sandwich together with something yummy.

Now measure your ingredients and put them in a bowl. Now it gets terribly complicated here so try and keep up. Mix the ingredients together. Yep, that’s it. I always use my hand mixer as you want to mix this for as long as you can stand it until the mixture becomes light (almost white) and fluffy. You should get your mixture to near dropping consistency (so it’ll fall off a spoon without help) but it honestly does not matter if it’s a little wetter or a little dryer (your eggs can make the difference here) they’ll come out yummy anyway.

Now, if you don’t want just vanilla cakes you can change the vanilla for lemon juice, almond extract, 1 tblsp cocoa or just about anything else your little heart desires. Don’t be afraid to experiment. These cakes are fantastically versatile.

Spoon your mixture into the cake liners. You want them about 2/3rds full, which is about one large rounded dessert spoon of mix per liner. You will get at least 12 cakes but I often get as many as 18 out of my batch.

Place the tray in the pre heated oven for between twenty and thirty minutes. You will soon pick up on how to tell these are ready by scent alone. They are done when you look at them and they’re a lovely, golden sandy brown all over. Set them on a wire rack to cool then decorate however you like.

A simple mix of icing sugar, food colouring, a drop of vanilla and water to make it to a paste will work wonderfully well. You can also go with a more substantial buttercream icing. For buttercream I start with around 1 ounce of very soft unsalted butter and add about a cup of icing sugar, a tsp vanilla and a tsp of milk. I mix this all together then add more icing sugar until I get a nice spreading consistency and a sweet but not too sweet taste. The buttercream should be very pale yellow in colour. You can add food colouring to make it look however you like.

Once you’ve put your icing/buttercream on top you can go to town with sprinkles, chocolate chips and decorations. Use your imagination! Here’s some ideas I’ve used recently:



You can guess the theme I was working too when the above purple striped cat was decided upon. I have buttercream icing for the stripes then shop bought ready made icing for the eyes and ears etc.



A thin layer of plain buttercream then I used a little writing icing pen to write on ‘eat me’ pretty simple idea but quite effective and quite suggestive if served with a bawdy wink to your other half! ;)



What with world cup fever, I got in on the action with these plain iced cakes. I used a writing icing pen for the red cross and the white base is just a simple icing, not buttercream on this one.



These are so cute. I added cocoa to my buttercream for the base, split an oreo cookie for his eyes used smarties for the middle of his eyes (you can use M&Ms) and a yellow (or orange) one stuck in sidewards for his beak. I used a fancy piping bag to make his eyebrows but you could just snip the corner off a freezer bag to pipe icing in a line for his brows.



Oink oink! Pink buttercream icing, choc chips, marshmellows and pink wafer biscuits. A simple construction for a very cute cake.

I hope you have fun baking these cakes and decorating them. Please let me know if you come up with any extra naughty ways to decorate your cakes. I am sure boobs could be made with a pale pink buttercream and something darker for the nipple. I’ll just have to bake up a batch to experiment, oh dear, never mind, I’m sure they’ll all get eaten.

Now to end this sweet treat of a blog on a sexy note I leave you with an excerpt from Spiced Vanilla which is based at a little bakery run by a sexy young man named Jack who loves making cakes and is fascinated by Emma who walks past his shop every day to admire the stock. This is what happens one day when she’s invited in:

“I don’t know how you manage to work here day in and day out. I’d be eating all the stock,” I said. “Just the delicious smell is enough to make my mouth water.”

The air was dense with vanilla, cream and chocolate with that special light air of sweet baking that any baker will tell you lingers long after the cake in question has been cooked.

“I do my fair share of tasting,” he replied, his tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip. He smiled. “But I enjoy profit far more.”

“It seems a crime to eat these. They’re all such works of art.”

“You flatter me.” I was rewarded by the light flush to his cheeks. “I’m not that good.”

“Oh, stop with the false modesty. You could display these in an art gallery, and people would pay just to look at them and smell them.”

“Ah, but if you do not touch them or taste them you are missing out on most of the sensation.”

His eyes seemed to have darkened to the colour of cooked spinach and instead of being focused on his cakes they were fixed firmly on the pale mounds of my breasts.

“Oh, well, yes, they taste divine,” I replied, in a fluster.

“I bet they do,” he quipped and cocked an eyebrow. I blushed red not just on my cheeks. It leaked down and suffused my chest, too.

“Which is your favourite?” I asked, directing my gaze from his darkened eyes and towards the cake display beside us.

“Oh, it’s so hard to choose.” His voice purred, but the softness was belied by the sheer power of his tone. “I am a fan of chocolate,” he said, “and fresh fruit. I like to mix them with cream and soft sponge and maybe just the sweetest, smallest touch of exotic spice. The new, the exciting, the just discovered are my favourite cakes to create.”

“You’re very talented.” I did not see him take a step, but he seemed so much closer to me when I looked back towards him. Had I moved? I was confused and a little hypnotised by his gaze and just as I thought his lips would fall down to mine, the bell on the door jingled.

Now go and bake some of my delicious cakes, I know you want to! I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

GUEST BLOG: AMY RUTTAN

Trying to pin down some of my characters can be tricky. Especially my heroes, they really don’t like to sit down and “talk”. The heroines will, no problem, but the men are trickier. I was lucky enough to pin down Edwin and Alfwyn, brothers from my Enchantress series. I preformed a joint interview, and as you can tell they are night and day.

1. What is the name of the book where we would meet you? What genre is it?


Edwin: I believe the text you are referring to is called Enemy Enchantress. Though I would not know, I do not have time to pursue such frivolous pursuits. I believe they call it Fantasy Romance, but I am not certain. *wrinkles nose in distaste*

Alfwyn: I am in both Enemy Enchantress and Sorceress from the Sea. Haha, beat that Edwin.

Edwin *eye roll*: As am I you oaf.

Alfwyn: Yes but who is more exciting? I fight demons. Was it not Aislinn who saved her own hide? *Laughing hysterically at his older brother.*

Edwin *grumbling*



2. Who wrote the book?

Alfwyn; Would you believe it if I told you it was a female? Ha, I guess you would. Although I will be in trouble from Aislinn and Morag for thinking thusly, they both hold the author in high esteem.

Edwin: Just ignore my younger sibling’s prattling. The author is Amy Ruttan.



3. What do you think of the author? You can tell us the truth.

Edwin: I hold the author in high esteem. Why would I not? She brought me my Aislinn.

Alfwyn: I like the way she thinks.

Edwin: *snorts*

Alfwyn: I do! She has a filthy mind, I like that in a woman.

Edwin: Alfwyn, for just a moment could you act with sort of decorum?

Alfwyn: Not likely. *smirking*



4. Tell us a little about yourself. How would you describe your appearance? That's more than just really cute or drop dead gorgeous. Give us enough detail to get a clear idea of how you look.

Alfwyn: But I am, how you say— drop dead gorgeous.

Edwin: Perhaps it would help if I describe my brother and he describes me?

Alfwyn: That suits me just fine, dear brother. Well, Edwin is the eldest, he’s old if you know what I mean. He’s a big brute of …

Amy: No, I think I’ll intervene here. Edwin is getting ready to draw his sword on his brother and their fights are legendary. I think to keep the peace here I’ll describe them.

Edwin: It would be best. *saying through gritted teeth*

Amy: I had two very clear pictures in my mind of Edwin and Alfwyn. Edwin looks like Clive Owen from the movie King Arthur. Black short curls, a cute little cleft in his chin, broad of shoulder and battle hardened. He’s a true warrior through and through.

Edwin*grinning smugly*

Alfwyn: *clearing his throat*

Amy: Yes, Alfwyn I am getting to you. Alfwyn is the younger brother, and like Edwin I had a very clear image in my mind. Alfwyn is the image of Richard Armitage from the BBC’s Robin Hood. Tall, lanky, devilish, sexy. There’s an air of pompous around him, and tom foolery, but he’s loyal and sweet. Did I mention sexy?

Alfwyn: See, I like her.



5. Where are you from?

Edwin: The Southern Divide, my home is called Braidwood.

Alfwyn: I am also from the Southern Divide, but I moved to the far North with my bride who had land. I needed to escape my brute of a brother. *winks*



6. What special skills or abilities do you have?

Edwin: My wife has many special skills. I am a warrior, and if that is special then those are my special skills, protecting my people and my king.

Alfwyn (who has a decidedly evil look on his face): You should ask my wife what my special skills are.

Edwin rolls his eyes.



7. Are you happy with the story?

Edwin smiles smugly: Aye. She gave me the woman I desired most of all.

Alfwyn: I concur with my brother. Shocking I know, but I agree.



8. Who is the most important person in your life? Tell us about them.

Edwin: Aislinn. She is everything to me. She is beautiful, kind. What more is there to say? I desire her above all others.

Alfwyn: Morag, she’s feisty and has a temper. She’s just as stubborn as me, great for sparring on so many levels. *wiggling eyebrows knowingly* She is a challenge, and I love a good challenge.



9. Is that person in the story we're talking about?

Edwin and Alfwyn in unison: Aye.

Amy: Aislinn is in both, but her main story with Edwin is Enchantress The Fey. Morag is introduced in Enchantress The Sorceress, which is her story with Alfwyn.



10. Do you have any children?

Edwin: Aye, a boy and a girl. They are the joys of my life.

Alfwyn: Not as of yet, but I am working on it, daily and nightly. All the time as much as I can.



11. Do you think your author is going to write another story about you? Or, are you part of a series?

Edwin: I believe the author has planned a series. I appear in all but one.

Alfwyn looks hurt: Hey, I only appear in two. *Looks at me for explanation*

Amy: You’re in the last one Alfwyn. Neither of you are in the fourth one.

Alfwyn: Pray tell who are the other books about?

Amy: Well, Cedric is in the third.

Alfwyn: So he’s in more books than me?

Amy: Cedric was staying with Edwin. You’re in the North for heaven’s sake.

Alfwyn: So who has this mysterious fourth which appears to be about no one?

Edwin: Alfwyn *says with a warning tone*

Amy: Mathias.

Alfwyn: Him?!

Amy: Yes.

Alfwyn: And you can assure that I will appear in the fifth and final book.

Amy: Yes, everyone does, but that’s all I am going to say. I don’t want to spoil anything.

Alfwyn: Fine, as long as I have your word.

Amy: Alfwyn my editor likes you. Trust me, you’ll show up again.

Alfwyn: Oh, they like me eh? *rubbing chin*



Well it seems Alfwyn is drifting off into some very risqué territory and Edwin never wants to sit still for very long. It puts him on edge. I better release them; medieval heroes can be unpredictable at the best of time.

I want to thank Whipped Cream for having me here, and sharing two of my favorite men.
You can read more about Edwin, Alfwyn and all the others on my website here:
www.amyruttan.com.

Thanks you again for letting me share.


Amy discovered her love of the written word when she realized that she could no longer act out the fantastical romances in her head with her dolls. Writing about delicious heroes was much more fun than playing with plastic men dolls with the inevitable flesh-colored “tighty whities”.

She loves history, the paranormal, and will spew out historical facts like a volcano, much to her dearest hubby's chagrin.

When she's not thinking about the next sensual romp, she's chasing after three rug rats and reading anything spicy that she can get her hands on.


Monday, July 5, 2010

GUEST BLOG: KETA DIABLO

Historic Erotica for You and Me . . .


There existed a time (only decades ago, actually) when sex in romance books happened behind closed doors. Yet pornographic and erotica writing has always been available, despite the colossal means taken to keep it out of the public’s hands.

In 1801, Napoleon ordered the arrest and imprisonment of the anonymous author of Justine, and Fanny Hill was one the most prosecuted and banned books in history.

Here are some of my favorites, if for no other reason than their famous or perhaps infamous sordid pasts.

Happy erotica reading, Keta


1) The Delta of Venus, Anais Ninn

In Delta of Venus Anaïs Nin penned a lush, magical world where the characters of her imagination possess the most universal of desires and exceptional of talents. Among these provocative stories, a Hungarian adventurer seduces wealthy women then vanishes with their money; a veiled woman selects strangers from a chic restaurant for private trysts; and a Parisian hat maker named Mathilde leaves her husband for the opium dens of Peru. Delta of Venus is an extraordinarily rich and exotic collection from the master of erotic writing.


2) Beatrice by that well-known author Anonymous

A Victorian erotic novel which relates the extraordinary confidences of a young woman of intense sensuality and sensitivity. In her own vivid prose she tells the story of her education in the pleasures of the flesh.

3) The Sins of the Cities of the Plain, Jack Saul

The Sins of the Cities of the Plain; or, The Recollections of a Mary-Ann, with Short Essays on Sodomy and Tribadism is a pornographic book written anonymously under the pseudonym "Jack Saul", one of the first exclusively homosexual pieces of pornographic literature ever written in English. It was first published in 1881 by William Lazenby who printed 250 copies: a further edition was produced by Leonard Smithers in 1902. It has been suggested that it was largely written by James Campbell Reddie and the painter Simeon Solomon, who had been convicted of public indecency in 1873 and disgraced. Set in the form of a series of confessional essays, it tells the tales of Jack Saul, a young rent boy or "Mary-Ann".

4) Fanny Hill, John Cleland

Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure, known as Fanny Hill, is an erotic novel by John Cleland first published in England in 1748. Written while the author was in debtor’s prison in London, it is considered the first original English prose pornography, and the first pornography to use the form of the novel. One of the most prosecuted and banned books in history it has become a synonym for obscenity.

5) Venus in Furs, Leopold von Sacher-Masoch

The framing story concerns a man who dreams of speaking to Venus about love while she wears furs. The unnamed narrator tells his dreams to a friend, Severin, who tells him how to break him of his fascination with cruel women by reading a manuscript, Memoirs of a Suprasensual Man.

6) Lady Chatterly's Lover, D. H. Lawrence

Lady Chatterley's Lover is a novel by D. H. Lawrence, first published in 1928. The first edition was printed in Florence, Italy; it could not be published openly in the United Kingdom until 1960. A private edition was issued by Inky Stephensen's Mandrake Press in 1929. The book soon became notorious for its story of the physical relationship between a working-class man and an aristocratic woman, its explicit descriptions of sex, and its use of (at the time) unprintable words.

7) Justine, Marquis de Sade

In 1801 Napoleon Bonaparte ordered the arrest of the anonymous author of Justine and Juliette. Sade was arrested at his publisher's office and imprisoned without trial; first in the Sainte-Pélagie prison and, following allegations that he had tried to seduce young fellow prisoners there, in the harsh fortress of Bicêtre.

8) Story of the Eye, Georges Bataille

A novella written by Georges Bataille and published in 1928 that details the increasingly bizarre sexual perversions of a pair of teenage lovers. It is narrated by the young man looking back on his exploits. It takes its title from an eye which the narrator extracts from the socket of one of his victims, and which is then used as a sexual fetish.

9) Gamiani, reportedly by Alfred de Musset

Gamiani, or Two Nights of Excess is a French erotic novel first published in 1833. Its authorship is anonymous, but it is believed to have been written by Alfred de Musset and the lesbian eponymous heroine a portrait of his lover, George Sand. It became a best seller among nineteenth century erotic literature.

10) The Debauched Hospodor, Guillaume Apollinaire

The Debauched Hospodar is the tale of Prince Vibescu, Romanian decadent, who travels 'round with Culculine and Alexine, indulging in many adventures, each more impossible than the last, and includes any number of impossible scenes, like one with a Chinese boy that foreshadows Naked Lunch.

11) She-Devils, Pierre Louys

A mother and her three daughters sharing their inexhaustible sexual favors between the same young man, each other, and anyone else who enters their web of depravity. From a chance encounter on the stairway with a voluptuous young girl, the narrator is drawn to become the plaything of four rapacious females, experiencing them all in various combinations of increasingly wild debauchery, until they one day vanish as mysteriously as they had appeared.

Described by Susan Sontang as one of the few works of the erotic imagination to deserve true literary status, The She Devils remains Pierre Lous' most intense, claustrophobic work; a study of sexual obsession and monomania unsurpassed in its depictions of carnal excess, unbridled lust and limitless perversity.

12) Under the Hill, Aubrey Beardsley

To mark the centenary of Aubrey Beardsley's death in 1898, the Cypher Press issued this limited-edition volume containing of all of Beardsley’s mature published writings, reunited for the first time ever with all the relevant illustrations, together with the lion’s share of his “juvenilia” which, though sometimes lacking the intensity of his later work, is never without charm, and sometimes has real interest.

13) Teleny, reportedly by Oscar Wilde

Teleny, or, The Reverse of the Medal, is a pornographic novel, first published in London in 1893. The authorship of the work is unknown. There is a general consensus that it was an ensemble effort, but it has often been attributed to Oscar Wilde though there is no reliable evidence to support this theory. Set in fin-de-siècle Paris, its concerns are the magnetic attraction and passionate though ultimately tragic affair between a young Frenchman named Camille de Grieux and the Hungarian pianist René Teleny. The novel is significant as one of the earliest pieces of English-language pornography to explicitly and near-exclusively concern homosexuality (following The Sins of the Cities of the Plain, published in 1881); as well as for a lush and literate, though variable prose style - and a relative complexity and depth of character and plot development - that give it as much in common with the Aesthetic fiction of the period as with its typical pornography.

Note: Wikipedia citations included.

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The Stuff of Myth and Men

Keta Diablo writes erotic romance and gay fiction for Decadent Publishing, Noble Romance, Phaze Publishing and Amber Quill Press. You can find her on the net at the following locations:

Keta’s Haunt: http://www.ketadiablo.com

Keta’s Keep Blog, http://ketaskeep.blogspot.com

The Stuff of Myth and Men gay fiction blog, http://thestuffofmythandmen.blogspot.com



Keta's Male/Male/Vampire BLOOD OATH was released by Amber Quill Press on June 20th. More information about BLOOD OATH here:

http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/



About Blood Oath:

When Kale MacDonald's beloved grandmother dies, she leaves him a letter urging him to travel to Savannah, GA to find his destiny. Kale is confronted by a strange, decadent man who appears to be stalking him. He's also confronted by a trio of rogue vampires intent on killing him. Mystery and danger collide in the City of Secrets, and no one is who they appear to be.