October 13th, 2008 at 7:36 am
eXcessica new releases
ROUGH ROAD TO HAPPINESS
By Shabbu
www.excessica.com
Length: Short (6292)
Category: Gay Male
Heat Level: eXcess 3
Price: $1.99
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I took him home from the Tree of Idleness, café, the young man with the big, dark, bedroom eyes. He was not the usual sort of man I picked up at the Tree of Idleness, but I was in the mood for something different. He seemed gentle and obliging and easily forgotten. But Lawrence was a musician, and he had passion, and in the end he was far from demure or gentle, and he could never be forgotten.
THE MOTH’S SONG: SEVEN TALES OF EROTIC HORROR
By Elliott Mabeuse
www.excessica.com
Length: Novel (55447)
Category: Erotic Horror
Heat Level: eXcess 4
Price: $4.99
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Seven splendid tales of eerie erotica and supernatural sex. To wit:
Life In Deep Rock, where creatures made of echoes avenge a cheating wife’s death… The Devil’s Lesson, in which a rock guitarist finds that making love to the Prince of Darkness is not what she thought… The Moth’s Song, a horror story of miscegenation across nature’s very order… Incubus: surreal, mind-shattering sex with a being from a place where dreams go to die… The Donor, a willing victim supplies a blood meal to a flesh-and-blood vampire… Hole, in which we learn how things in the earth give rise to unspeakable desires… Vampires on a Train: a trip at once exciting, erotic, and poignant, and surprisingly human. All stories soaked in the sex, sensuality, and rich atmospherics you’ve come to expect from Dr. Mabeuse, Master of Ecstatics.
SAVING GRACE
By Sabb
www.excessica.com
Length: Novel (39735)
Category: Romance
Heat Level: eXcess 1
Price: $4.99
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After the death of her beloved husband, Peter, Grace sells up in an attempt to make a fresh start and move on with her life. Although she knows Peter would have wanted her to fall in love again, she can’t imagine being with another man—let alone one half her age—but during the long, sultry summer in her new home, Grace finally rediscovers her passion and laughter again when she embarks on a bittersweet love affair with Tom, her neighbour’s son.
Will their May to December relationship survive the wrath of his interfering mother—or will he leave her behind at the end of their summer together and go travelling as originally planned?
October 12th, 2008 at 12:25 am
Here in Canada, we’re celebrating Thanksgiving this weekend. The holiday’s got me thinking about everything I have in life. I may not own half as much stuff as most North Americans, but I’m very aware of the abundance in my life. As long as there’s food in my fridge and a roof over my head, the rest is pure luxury.
That’s in terms of “stuff.”
But “stuff” isn’t the half of it, when I start to think about the things for which I’m really, deeply grateful. In that vein, I would like to publicly and officially give thanks for the most special person in my life: my mom.
I’m grateful for her sensibility and good decisions. It takes incredible strength for a woman to remove herself from a bad domestic situation. It takes diligence, hard work, and excellent budgeting skills to support four children unaided on a secretary’s salary.
Sure, mom and I had our screaming matches when I was in my teens, but as adults we’ve established a close bond. When I admitted to her, many years ago, that I’d been involved with a married man, she just listened. She didn’t lecture me like a child, she listened to me as a friend. That’s how I knew there’d been a shift in our relationship.
How fortunate am I to have a mother who, when I introduced the topic of sexual identity, wholeheartedly encouraged me to identify as “queer” if that’s how I felt? And how many moms would react to a daughter’s romantic relationship with a transsexual woman by saying, “That’s kind of weird, but I’m so proud that you’re so open-minded and accepting”? And since then, she’s gone on to become very interested in and supportive of my relationship with Sweet. She sees that I’m loved, and that’s all that matters.
I couldn’t ask for a better mom. The trouble is, I’m really bad at telling people just how much they mean to me. Tomorrow, when I gather with my family for Thanksgiving dinner, let’s see if I can finally work up the courage to tell my mom just how great she is.
And to all Canadians, Happy Thanksgiving and don’t forget there’s a federal election on Tuesday. Get out there and vote!
Bright Blessings,
Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
October 11th, 2008 at 12:27 pm
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This is something that has been preying on my mind for the last couple of days. At times I wish I could live in a fantasy world instead of the real world. Wouldn’t be nice to escape into a world where there was a sexy mate to cherish you every day and excitement around every corner? Whether it would be slaying some imaginary dragon or defeating an evil wizard or warlord, it would always end happily. The hero and heroine would live and love happily ever after….but this is reality and not a fantasy world I live in.
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Instead I find reality to be a much harsher teacher. Everything doesn’t always end happily here and even though I am happy with my reality…it sometimes just bites. Whether it’s the furnace going out, the dryer conking out or the car in need of tune up..it never seems to end. Maybe that’s why I would rather escape into my writing, I guess, when these realities get to be to much. I’d rather visiting my characters on Venus or the future earth. So this leads me to wonder…while I would love to visit these worlds…if YOU had a choice where would YOU visit. I’d love to hear from everyone….who knows maybe it will give me an idea for my next book!
October 10th, 2008 at 7:13 am
I’ve been hearing and reading rumblings a lot lately that writers and readers alike are sick of writing and reading books that contain so called ideal heroes and heroines. Protagonists who approach perfection.
Is that true?
The point of this argument is that so few of us are like the people in these books it’s almost absurd to deify our protagonists that way and the heroes and heroines should be more like us.
Balderdash! Point well taken, but is that what we really want? I’ll grant you that ninety-nine percent of our literary protagonists are probably represented by something like two or three percent of our actual population. But does that mean we want our heroes to suddenly become mainstream America?
Not I! I don’t want the guy that’s going to save the world or at least get the beautiful model looking like Ralph, the pot bellied, beer guzzling, balding mechanic @ Tony’s Garage. Nor do I want my heroine to be, Gladys, an average looking, beaten down whiff of a woman at a Walmart check out stand.
Face it, we don’t read fiction for reality. Hell, we don’t even get reality in Reality TV. Give me the babes and the hunks. We live through these people don’t we? Do we read to dwell on realty or to leave it far behind. Would you buy a book that showed Ralpf and Gladys, half dressed in each others arms on the cover? I know I wouldn’t and I’ll bet you wouldn’t either.
photo credit: Scented_mirror
So let’s get real. We transform ourselves into our heroes. Let’s make them as handsome, beautiful, shapely and clever as we would like to be for when we read about them—we become them.
And Yes, with the exception of Loretta, in one of my more recent books, who ages before our eyes as we cover thirty years of her life, my heroes and heroines are good looking to gorgeous and have a thing about SEX. Example: Joel and his Cadre in Bananaz and Chelsea and Mandy in Tattoos.
What is your opinion? We’d like to know.
October 9th, 2008 at 11:42 am
There is something about the smell of Fresh New Book that makes my skin tingle. I like the convenience of e-books, but nothing can compete for me with a print book. Not that I have anything against e-books. Nearly everything I read is on the computer anyway. Plus, if it weren’t for e-books and the Internet, I probably would not be published as much as I am.
I’m no stranger to being published in print. I have been published in print magazines for a number of years, for both fiction and non-fiction. One of my articles is currently in a textbook for college sociology students. I found e-books while looking into publishing erotica and erotic romance. I had already been published by Scarlet, and seeing my name in print was exhilarating. I saw the benefits of e-book publishing, though.
Because of e-books, I’ve been published faster than I would have had I waited to go through a larger print publisher. eXcessica published two of my short stories plus my collection of stories “Summer Heat: Steaming Stories For A Hot Summer Afternoon“. I would have loved to have seen “Summer Heat” in print, but I was happy with e-book form.
Now, “Summer Heat” is about to go to print! I’m thrilled! I’ll even be on Amazon. How cool is that?
I’m set to speak at the science fiction/fantasy convention Arisia in Boston in January, 2009. Now that I have two print books, I can show them off during panels. I will bring “Ultimate Burlesque” and “Summer Heat” with me. It feels good to have a print book in my hand to show to everyone. Getting published has been a goal of mine since I was a child, and I have finally achieved it.
I plan to write a sequel to “Summer Heat”. So, if you like hot, steaming reading to take to the beach with you while you work on your tan, keep an eye out for “Summer Heat II” in 2009. I hope this will be another print book, because everyone knows how much fun it is to relax with a paperback while the surf rolls around your feet.
October 8th, 2008 at 12:46 pm
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I think of it often as a kind of negative worship. She’s bound and set there as if on an altar where she can be attended to by her master, standing in a spotlight as I see to her needs, guiding her through various sensations and emotions, steering her toward some specific climactic goal. I’m not sure what that goal is yet. It will come to me once we start.
I call it negative worship because I don’t bring her flowers or offerings or pay her obeisance in the usual way. I worship her with whip and crop and other paraphernalia. But she’s worshiped, have no doubt. Just look at all the attention being paid to her, the way her clothes are removed, slowly, gliding against her skin, revealing herself to me piece by piece; the way the exposed skin is caressed and kissed and fondled. The way she’s unclipped from the chains and turned this way and that to remove her blouse, her bra, her panties, then reattached to hold her in place, like a precious figurine on a pedestal.
Supposedly she’s being disciplined, punished or chastised and brought to task for some transgression, I can’t even remember what now. In actuality we’re playing with her sensations, seeing how much pleasure she can take and how much pain, how much sensation overall; how richly I can deny her and how well she can control her passions when she’s helpless and in my hands. It’s a game we play with each other. It’s a fair enough game too. Though I seem to have the upper hand, either one of us might win. She’s not without her weapons.
It’s not about sadism. Even though some pain may be involved it’s important to know that it’s not about sadism. It’s more about some essential characteristics of male and female, about female as icon or idol. Female as giver and male as taker. She and I won’t talk about personality or character here. We’re all body for this, all pure physicality. That makes it simpler and cleaner and much more direct. I don’t have to explain myself and neither does she. You don’t have to explain or apologize for what you’re feeling, and what we’re doing is feeling each other in the most direct way imaginable.
If I put the blindfold on her I know she’ll feel the crop much more acutely. She’ll feel the leather tip as I run it over her body, down the insides of her arms and over her shoulders, drag it across her neck and down over her breasts, lifting each one. I’ll draw it slowly up the insides of her legs and spank the outsides of her thighs, spank her hips—sharp little slaps—leaving her to guess where I’ll spank her next. Her nipples? Her ass? With the blindfold on, her whole body will be alive, feeling for it, reaching for me.
I could do her breasts next, or I could use my mouth on her. Or maybe the flogger on her ass, or maybe the vibrator. That might be it. Use the vibrator, torture her with pleasure. The vibrator between her legs, the flogger on her ass. Catch her between pleasure and pain.
Because I can do what I want with her. Tied as she is, she’s mine to play with. Her hands can’t move. Her wrists are clipped to the hanging chains and she’s holding onto them for balance. Her ankles are attached to the spreader bar. She’s become an idol for me, a goddess, like a Greek statue. She’s less than the woman I know and more, a symbol of herself. We’re in a special time where we’re not who we usually are and we don’t feel what we usually feel. We’re bigger than life, more sensitive, more sexual, dirtier, more daring.
I’m her Master, and sometimes that means that I’ve mastered her as in I’ve conquered her, and sometimes that means something else, that I’m her master like one’s the master of a ship, her captain or guide, trying to lead her where I want her to go but not always succeeding. I can only take her as far as she lets me and it all depends on her trust, which I can’t let down.
I step up and kiss her and her kiss is hot and expectant. She can’t refuse me, tied as she is, but she’s nervous and impatient for me to start. I am too.
The trust is thick between us, and so is the emotion and the need, the need to connect with her, to make my passion known to her, to make her feel it. I have her captured and bound so she can’t get away. She’s naked so she has nothing to hide behind. I have the vibrator in one hand to cause her excruciating pleasure and the flogger in the other to make her burn with pain the way she makes me burn for her.
The evening is young and it’s time to get back to her.
October 6th, 2008 at 8:25 am
eXcessica new releases
TROPICAL SIZZLERS
By habu
www.excessica.com
Length: Novel (38101)
Category: Anthology, Gay male
Heat Level: eXcess 2
Price: $4.99
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Steamy climates. Hot men. Sizzling man sex. This meaty forty-story anthology takes you around the tropical and semitropical belt of the world in a whirlwind introduction to some of the hottest and most exotic male-male action and varied tales of taking you could wish for. We have served up for us herein spicy platters of drama, amusement, pathos, domination, discovery, arousal, melting of reluctance, irony, and surprise: your porn stars gone wild, your jungle soldiers in search of adventure, your older men dominating young hunks, your sex-rocked yachts, your gay bordellos and male prostitutes on the prowl, your no-swim suit pools, your exotic sex nests, and your hot night life and full-throttled spirals into seduction and realization of dreams and hot-blooded passion. So, pull on your Speedos (or not) and head for the tropical beaches of the Caribbean, the Atlantic, the Mediterranean, the Indian Ocean, and the Pacific to see how many ways and in how many different hot and humid locales you can be aroused and satisfied.
A BAD INFLUENCE
By Emelia Bell
www.excessica.com
Length: Novella (24962)
Category: Menage, BDSM
Heat Level: eXcess 3
Price: $3.99
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Alistair is shy and retiring and his first day at university is already proving harder than he’d imagined. When Katie introduces herself and helps him to enjoy the University experience he develops a serious crush, but resigns himself to the fact that he would never stand a chance with a girl like her. He might have been proved right, too, if not for a fateful game of strip poker which turns everything on its head.
Now Alistair is being pursued by Katie, but will he realise in time to do anything about it? Katie, meanwhile, is loving the thrill of the chase and the idea of corrupting an innocent virgin, but the chase doesn’t turn out quite the way she imagined. Alistair seems to be having a civilizing influence on Katie, but Katie herself is nothing but a very bad influence…
HUNTED
By Zeke Connor
www.excessica.com
Length: Novella (20433)
Category: Romance, BDSM
Heat Level: eXcess 4
Price: $3.99
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Suzanne never believed that she was the type of woman who would allow herself to be dominated by a man, even if he was as strong-willed and intense as she was herself. So as she dangled naked in a dimly-lit room and stared into the eyes of the man who was tasked with breaking her will at any cost, she was quietly confident that he could not win.
But as Sasha slowly stripped away her defenses and drew her into his world of passion, pain and intense pleasure, Suzanne found that she needed to choose between the job she was duty-bound to complete, and the dark side of her nature that Sasha had so easily awakened.
October 4th, 2008 at 4:14 am
So what inspires a story? That’s a hard question to answer because it changes each time I write a story. Sometimes sheer horniness is the inspiration, but that’s rare. It happens when I’m keyed up and sex is being denied, so the frustration grows greater and greater until all I can think about is sex. When I reach this stage I find myself fantasising continuously and inventively and it is in this state that I create some of my long-running sex-fantasies, which eventually get too hot to stay in my head and have to be written down. “Tease” – the story I’m currently editing – was conceived like this, as was the next story to be worked on, “For Love Or Money.”
However this is by no means the most reliable method of inspiration, especially not now I’m married to a handsome, sexy man who satisfies me pretty much whenever I demand it – my frustration just doesn’t reach boiling point any more. Something which I find sparks off ideas more than anything is the simple need to write a story. On Literotica, for example, they run a story contest called Survivor which encourages authors to create as many stories in a year as possible and gives extra points if they are in different categories.
When I was a contestant in Survivor I attempted to fill every single genre of erotic story, it was this that led me to explore categories that I had not personally found erotic or exciting – or even palatable – and try to create a story around them that would excite me as a reader if I happened across it. It was this attempt that led to the creation of “A Bad Influence”, my ‘first time’ story that is due to be released on Excessica next Monday. Having created this first time tale, I grew attached to the characters and felt that a first time could only lead to a second and third and so on – and what would happen then? I was compelled to follow them for a little longer and watch as the character who had been so sweet and innocent grew to be even filthier than the original bad influence!
Pictures can also inspire stories, and not necessarily by just looking at them. I was thinking, the other day, about a photograph that I would like to create and whether it would be good as a book cover for any of the things I’d written. Having realised that it wasn;t I was disappointed, as it seemed ideal as the cover to an erotic story. Only one thing to do, I decided, and that was write a story to go with the photo. Now if only I could find a title so I could tell you what the story is called…
~E~
ps- sorry this post is a day late - Wordpress refused to acknowledge me yesterday!
October 2nd, 2008 at 1:25 am
Is it Autumn already? I had so many things I wanted to do this Summer. Oh well. The leaves are already turning in the northern climes and the temperatures are moderating. It will work it’s way down here too…eventually. Then there is Halloween, my second favorite holiday after Christmas. As if I needed an excuse to eat candy. Candy corn is my favorite Halloween candy…now they have several varieties available only during the holiday…so many choices.
The entire psychosexual aspects of Halloween are fascinating too. Attending parties in costume, flirting with other guests in anonymity…if you’re lucky a getting a quick one in a closet, a vacant bedroom or the back seat of a car…the chance of getting caught by the host or your spouse or SO upping the excitement.
Then there’s the whole witch, ghost, goblin, zombie thing…taking or being taken by an otherworldly evil creature feeds into helplessness, rape fantasies, reluctance and being forced. In an odd way absolving yourself of any guilt for having transgressed…what could you do…you were helpless before the fiend.
Horror movies have always been popular…from occasional mayhem in the 1930’s to the ’splatter’ movies of today, people like to be scared…they get a rush from it…like sex. When you combine the two…no red-blooded adolescent or 20 something will be able to resist. Hence the success of the “Rocky Horror Picture Show”…a commercial flop in it’s first release…now a cult favorite. It has everything; horror, bisexuality, transvestisim and some catchy songs…”You jump to the right…” Again, a mix of horror and sex.
It’s no wonder Halloween is the second most favorite holiday…increasingly among adults as well as children. With adults, quite often it’s a treat without the trick, and no one’s the wiser.
Well, I’m off to look for a costume while there’s still a selection. I could go as Dracula’s nemesis Von Helsing, pursue the lady vampires, capture them and drive my stake through their…hearts.
Happy Halloween everyone. Ciao!
September 29th, 2008 at 6:00 am
Writers just write, right? Wrong. Once a writer is published, there is a huge beast called PROMOTION. It eats time and money with a voracious appetite. No matter how much one feeds it, it’s always hungry for more. There are as many ways to promote books as there are to write them, and no one method works for every author. There are book fairs, banners, conventions, postcards, Yahoo!Groups, blogs, contests, signings, giveaways, MySpace and other social networking sites, radio, email signatures, magazine ads, branded merchandise… The list goes on. Some authors get so caught up in it that they don’t have time to write. Some spend every cent of their royalties on it (and then some).
In my role as a royalties-based cover artist for one publisher, I am privy to sales reports. I’ve seen authors do next to no promotion and sell like hotcakes, and I’ve seen others throw themselves into its maw with next to no results. It’s just not fair, especially when the authors working hard to get some recognition for their books could be spending that time… writing more books! There have been surveys and speculation about the magic formula, but to date, no one’s nailed the winning recipe.
Add to the dilemma the fact that it’s difficult to gauge the success of one effort with so many different types being employed simultaneously. If a spike in sales occurs, the reason(s) could be impossible to determine — and to duplicate.
This past weekend, I had a table at the Baltimore Book Festival. After doing a similar event in Philly earlier this year with great success, I figured the book festivals might just be my best bet. Wrong. It was a total bust. It rained. Hard. I didn’t even make enough to cover my gasoline expense. Yeah, I can (and will) write that off on my taxes, but I’ll never get that time back.
I console myself with the knowledge that some efforts just take a while to germinate, and the contacts I made yesterday might eventually bear fruit. Schmoozing is one such seed. It’s generally free to schmooze. I can do it anywhere and everywhere, and I can do it while tackling mundane errands like grocery shopping and banking. I’ve decided that I need to schmooze more and spend less.
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peace & passion,
~ Alessia
www.alessiabrio.com
