I used to see myself as an innocent sort of girl. Fairly unassuming. Not too dirty minded. The truth was hammered home last year on the publication of my first novel, Bound for the Forest, when I read the list of warnings. Among the BDSM themes and elements listed was ‘sex in partly shifted tree form.’ Okay. I might have accidentally written that, and looking back, I recall it was one of the easiest scenes to create.
So, hello world and welcome to my lurid imagination. Truth is, I thoroughly enjoy writing sex, and the challenge of writing erotic romance—one that I relish—is to make sex different and fresh from scene to scene and book to book, to never have your characters make love in the same way twice. Partly to rise to this challenge, I enjoy getting my characters to try some rather kinky stuff, and because I write fantasy and paranormal, the sky’s the limit. My new release, Bound to the Beast, doesn’t have a warning for ‘sex with the weather,’ but it might just contain a scene along those lines, as well as some creative use of apples and ginger, and, err, antler porn.
But kink and fruit alone do not make sex new and exciting. Lovemaking is psychological as well as physical. It’s when truths and hearts are laid bare as well as bodies. For me, the sex has got to be a key part of the characters’ emotional journey. It doesn’t matter if the story contains just a couple of kisses or a thousand exotic sexual couplings, as long as those scenes take those two (or three or four!) people to a new stage of their relationship–whether good or bad. In which case, a searing kiss, or even a touch or a look, can say as much as the longest sex scene. It’s an important point to bear in mind, but it probably won’t stop me trying to imagine wild new scenarios to move my lovers’ stories’ onward. It’s just too much like fun!
Thank you so much Raine for letting me blog here today.
Bound to the Beast (A Greenwood novel) by Kay Berrisford. Published by Loose Id. Art work by Anne Cain.
Genres: m/m, paranormal, fantasy, BDSM, historical. Novel, 68,000 words.
Blurb: England, 1588. When a fairy betrothal ritual goes wrong, village lad Tam is bonded to Herne the Hunter. Warrior, legend, and Greenwood spirit, Herne once led the terrifying Wild Hunt, an army of the undead who rode as harbingers of doom. When his passions are stirred and his blood is up, Herne sports the antlers of a mighty stag.
Herne could be the lover Tam secretly craves, but Herne’s past makes him fear the brooding warrior will enslave or kill him. While Herne admires Tam’s toughness and humor, he has rejected love—as he has sworn off leading the Wild Hunt—and wishes only for solitude. To break their betrothal, they must travel into the Greenwood, a realm of magic and bondage where their desires for each other grow dangerously irresistible, and the Wild Hunt bays for their blood.
As the threat rises, Herne’s mastery and compassion realize Tam’s darkest sexual fantasies. Soon he’s no longer fighting for his freedom, wishing to be bound to this beast forever. But can Herne’s tortured heart be reawakened? And if so, will their love destroy them both, or prove Herne the Hunter’s greatest weapon?
In an instant, Tam clambered into Herne’s lap, arms circling about his neck. But far from an attempt to throttle him as Herne expected, Tam littered kisses along the line of his jaw, murmuring as he lingered.
“Lord, I hate you as much as your damnable story makes me want to—gnng!” He bit the lobe of Herne’s ear, nearly hard enough to draw blood. “Listen, man.” He spoke breathlessly between sucks. “If this night is all we have, if my time is so short…then I want to be with you as much as I can. Agh!”
Easing him off, Herne held him at arm’s length, their knees pressing into a patch of soft dirt between the stone and the nettles. The lad breathed unsteadily, his eyes vibrant with waxing desire. Faint in the distance, thunder sounded, echoed by the hoarse voice of a crow and the whirl of the bats about the ruins. Ah, the Wild Hunt loved to ride out beneath a summer storm, but he refused to listen for them. This terrible heat had to break.
“I swear,” he told Tam, shaking him. “You will know many more nights, and you will find joy with others. Now you must turn the spit, or the meat will spoil.”
“I don’t care. Let it burn.”
Plunging forward, Tam was as keen as his words. He urged Herne into a slow, yearning kiss, kindling grief, despair, and the barest inklings of happiness. His warrior’s frame firmed against Tam’s smaller body, enveloping him so naturally they might have been born to fit together.
Herne pressed his eyes shut, throwing everything into the kiss, holding Tam so tightly he could scarcely move, tasting, consuming, and devouring him. Tam parted his lips wider and yielded to the onslaught, while Herne’s thoughts flew briefly to the vision he’d experienced as he’d searched the forest. Tam had implored him to master him, had offered him every pleasure—and then transformed into that damned holly bush, just as Herne began to understand Tam was all he’d ever wanted.
The real Tam governed him now. A lover who desired him as much as Herne craved him, for the first time in so long.
For the first time ever.
He felt as if a fine thread wove through his chest and Tam’s, drawing them tight and demanding they never broke apart. As he comprehended the lad’s carnal needs more and more, his body heated and hardened, and his pulse quickened. He saw a flash of white light, and his antlers split forth from his skull. Kissing on through the pain, he plundered all the deeper. When he finally broke the kiss, they both gasped for air. His antlers grew weighty, and his blood raced. He must be careful now.
“Did you not understand me, boy? I am dangerous to you.”
“I know.” Still Tam grew unrestrained. “But at the very least…let me taste you.”
Ripping apart the front of Herne’s coat, Tam trailed kisses up his throat, along the line of his jaw. Nobody had ever kissed him with such fervor, and the soft brush of the lad’s lips brought a lump to Herne’s throat, a pang of desperation. Tam tasted briefly again of Herne’s lips before he tore away and scrambled up from the dirt. Tam grasped his antlers before Herne knew what struck him.
He jolted, his first instinct to push the lad away, but then he stilled. With soft fingers, Tam traced his spreading branches, stroking to his very tips.
“Beautiful.” Tam’s heavy breaths nearly drowned his word, and Herne groaned. He felt only slight sensations from his bone protuberances, but Tam’s touch reverberated straight to his aching cock.
“What are you doing?” Herne’s voice fell to a lust-laden husk.
“I hardly know,” replied Tam, leaning in. He sucked in one horned tip of an antler, and Herne’s senses spun. Tam rolled his tongue around the blunted end, closing his eyes, clearly savoring the sensation. Herne stared at the lad, who worshipped him with his mouth, relishing his flavor. Sweet Goddess, the steel rod between his legs wept. He could not bring himself to stop the lad.
Buy it now link: http://www.loose-id.com/The-Greenwood-Bound-to-the-Beast.aspx
Kay’s blog: http://kayberrisford.com/bound-to-the-beast/
Motivating the Writer by Lynn Crain
Some days it is hard to motivate the writer in me. There are days when I just don’t want to do anything for a variety of reasons. Some are allergy days which can occur almost any time for me but mainly during the spring and fall. On those days, I have absolutely zero motivate and no desire to get any.
But for any writer to make money, one has to stay motivated and at the top of their game. So, I decided to look at some of the other things which fill this void when I need a good kick in the pants. I’ll be honest, there are lots of them but for today, I’ll only look at two of the things which motivate me to be a better writer as well as to just write every day.
The first I want to touch on is TV. Now this one can be a blessing or a curse and every writer knows this. But those also in the curse column would be email, blogs and the internet as they can pull you off task very easy. For me, I decided to start recording all my shows to watch during some down time. And I have a long list of shows. Right now the ones I watch regularly are Sanctuary, Stargate Universe, House, Grey’s Anatomy, Private Practice, and Fringe. These are all my very, very favorites and if just one of them doesn’t happen during a week I feel deprived.
From each I get something. From Sanctuary, I get my oddity fix as it is about a group who offers a haven for those who are different. From Stargate Universe, I get my space fix as I really have a thing for roaming the universe as well as all things Stargate. From House, I get my irreverence fix. From Private Practice, I get my doctor/patient fix. From Grey’s Anatomy, I get my adrenaline rush. And from Fringe, well, let’s just say that Fringe is one of those series which get under your skin almost immediately because it is so off, it’s fantastic. And now with it’s alternate universe thing…OMG! Sigh.
Yeah…I love my TV…I know you’re wondering just how does that help me as a writer? Well, every time I watch one of those different shows, I get something for a book I’m writing. Stargate, Sanctuary and Fringe constantly give me ideas and various different things for the sci-fi books I so love to do. In the others, I find something for the contemporary works I do.
Another one of my motivators is music. Believe me, I listen to a gamut of different sounds. One on my favorite is movie themes. Many times a specific scene is brought to mind by the music and many times that scene is exactly what I need to spur the creative juices to flow. I also like soft jazz and Celtic music. My iTunes has so many songs on it that I can listen for at least 5 full days before I would need to buy something new. And everyone of the songs there gives me something new every time I listen to it.
All these things can move me to write more and better stories. What motivates you to become the best you can be?
A Lover for Rachel by Lynn Crain
Shooting Star Books
Paranormal Erotic Novella
Rachel Hamilton comes to Stonehenge to celebrate her birthday on Summer Solstice, only to find herself trapped beneath the massive rhyolite bluestones with sexy wizard, Dewin Kingston, who convinces her that she is the key to their escape.
NOTE: This is a SHORT STORY with EXPLICIT language and adult situations.
About Lynn Crain:
Lynn Crain realized at an early age she wanted to write. She took the long way to that goal by doing a variety of things like nursing, geologist, technical writer and computer manager. Even though she is no longer in the medical field, Lynn has studied natural medicine and remedies for years. She is currently getting her Ph.D. in natural medicine with an emphasis on historical medicine and is still utterly fascinated with all things medical. During her free time she weaves fantasy, futuristic and paranormal tales as well as erotic stories for various publishers. She lives in the very hot southwest with her husband, son, one dog, three cats and a snake named Sandune. She is a past board member of the Romance Writers of America, past VP of EPIC and current EPPIEs Chairman for EPIC.
Wait – if you’ve read any of my blogs recently, you’ll see that obviously I’m not in the beautiful southwest right now. I’m on the adventure of a lifetime in Vienna, Austria. An adventure with issues…yup…that’s me!
Yahoo Group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/XtraOrdinaryRomance
I have finally updated my Devon Falls page onmy website. Yes I know…been a while but hey, been so busy with things, I was thrilled to redo it. The following are what is planned in the series and there is no release dates yet.
Upcoming stories in Devon Falls Series:
6) A Devon Falls Wedding featuring the nuptials of Jenna Stevens and Marc Du Bree
Final books in the series:
The Cravens are elementals mages and the four siblings will be centered in these stories and close out the entire series.
# 7 Heaven’s Fires-featuring Maxwell who is a Fire Elemental (Oldest)
#8 The Air We Breathe- featuring Selena who is a Air elemental (Middle child)
#9 Rock Steady- featuring Jorge (Earth elemental) (Twin to Lynx)
# 10 Waves of my Desire- featuring Lynx (Water Elemental) (Twin to Jorge)
Conservator Maia Douglas is an expert on ancient Greece and its mythology. She would never tell anyone at the museum where she works, but she’s always had a secret crush on the mythical Eryx, Greek god of love. There is nothing she loves more than to tend to her favorite statue of him, and her nighttime dreams are filled with luscious images of Eryx making love to her.
One day, the peace at Maia’s beloved museum is shattered when a new director arrives. A man who looks exactly like her image of Eryx. As Maia watches, he manages to upset her ordered museum world, at the same time he inflames her with unwanted desire.
Maia does not know that her new boss is actually the god Eryx, disguised as a mortal so he may work in antiquities. Although he is the god of love, he has forsaken his sexual nature because of a curse that has killed any woman he’s dared to love. Though he fights it, Eryx is drawn to Maia with a force he’s never experienced in a thousand years. But can he convince her of his true identity? And can he protect her from a vengeful goddess who seeks her destruction?
“You’re so goddamn perfect. Why would you want me?”
His eyes widened and he blinked at her a few times. His brow creased in an expression of great tenderness. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
Her eyes suddenly misted, big fat wuss that she was.
His mouth set in a tight line. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bedroom. Once there, he wheeled a gold-leaf cheval mirror out of the corner and stood her in front of it. Still overwhelmingly naked, he stood behind her and looked at her in the reflection. Slowly, he ran his hands up and down her bare arms. “I’m going to show you how very beautiful you are.”
Finally, he finished with the damn zipper, easing it down the curve of her buttocks. Then he peeled the dress off her body and let it slip to the floor, and helped her step out of it. Maia didn’t want to look at her near-nude reflection, but Eric would brook no opposition. He made her look at herself. In nothing but her silk panties and heels, she felt über-exposed, but he was drinking in the sight of her in the mirror.
Just when she thought he might finish with this weird experiment, he helped her take her shoes off and set them aside. And then he hooked his fingers in her panties, still looking at her in the mirror. “Watch,” he whispered.
I hope you’ve enjoyed my wickedness!
Hi and welcome to my blog, Sydney P. Berns. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake. So tell us a little about yourself.
I’m what you call a professional student. I love learning new things and visiting new places. I live in Northeastern part of theUS. I currently live inNew Englandbut I go home (NY) often. I’m a foodie. Every week, my girlfriends and I patronize a new restaurant. I’m for anything ethnic and well-seasoned. Nothing exotic, please.
Tell us about your latest release or upcoming release. What inspired it?
Ocaria is my first published story. It was released last month by Amber Glow Books. It’s a novella set partly on an underwater world and in two locations in theUS.
I’m a big fan of sci-fi and fantasy movies. One of my favorite stories is 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. It was partly my inspiration for the setting of the underwater world.
If you could throw a party with any five people (living or dead) who would you pick and why?
I would invite Shakespeare, Edgar Alan Poe, and Elizabeth Gaskell. Shakespeare would be very entertaining and mysterious. I’ve always been curious about the extent of Poe’s melancholy. I want to observe how he interacts with the other guests. Since Gaskell’s female characters have strong wills, she would probably spark some tension with the male guests. I also would invite Chris Cuomo—I like his personality, and we can talk about the law—and Arianna Huffington—I respect her climb to success.
What are at least five things you have on your bucket list and have you done any of them?
Visit a pyramid (In the Americas orEgypt).
Learn to finally swim (I’ve taken 6 classes since I was 9 years old. I still can’t swim).
Take a road trip toNevada.
Go scuba diving.
Go to the UK and Ireland.
Do you work on one project at a time? Or do you multi-task?
I like to multi-task but this year I decided to work on one project at a time.
What song would best describe your life?
All of the Lights
Do you listen to music when writing? Do you feel like some stories write themselves a soundtrack with specific music? If so, what book and what kind of music influenced it?
Sometimes I listen to music. However, I’m not far along in my writing career to have experience with stories that create soundtracks.
Who are some of your other favorite authors and genres to read?
I love any stories with romance, but I can’t wait to read Kresley Cole, Alexandria Ivy, and Laura Lee Guhrke’s latest books. I’m more drawn to darker paranormal, historical (set in 1800 to pre-WWI) and witty chick lit romances.
When you looked in the mirror this morning, what was the first thing you thought?
Damn, I need a facial.
What is one thing scientists should invent?
I machine that creates the perfect hair and a cure for chronic diseases.
Anything else you want to mention?
Don’t forget to check out my book.
Ocaria by Sydney P. Berns
Amber Glow Books
Syyren Kantrella, captain of the guards, leaves her underwater world to seek the aid of the self-exiled prince. The oracle, the woman who maintains the underwater ecosystem in Ocaria, has disappeared.
The prince is the only other person in existence who can take her place, but … there is a price. The last thing Marcus Versar Ay Seamius, a real estate mogul, wants to do is to return to Ocaria. Yet, for a chance to be with Syyren, he is willing to make a devil’s bargain, even if it means remembering why he left in the first place.