Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Naughty Nights Press welcomes Author Erzabet Bishop with her new release in The Erotic Pagans Series - Beltane Fires!

Naughty Nights Press welcomes Author Erzabet Bishop to the blog today as both an author with NNP as well as part of her Virtual Book tour for the release of her new book, The Erotic Pagans Series - Beltane Fires.
Now, I know Erzabet has a good amount to share with you all so I will let her get right to it! Take it away, Ms. Bishop!

Hello everyone!

It is wonderful to be on the blog today celebrating my release of Beltane Fires, the first in the Erotic Pagan line of stories.  

I have been writing since I could punch keys on my parent’s old typewriter, but only really in the last year did erotica become something that really clicked for me. Things that go bump in the night have always been a fascination. Give me witches, vampires, zombies and yes, even a sexy wolfman and you have my attention. Throw in some bondage and a flogger and I’m yours!

I love to write about witches and some of the holidays that make the Wheel of the Year. Beltane is one of my favorites. It is my birthday, in fact. Flowers, fairies, ribbons and all things springtime make Beltane tangible when you can’t necessarily be at a bale fire, but want to participate. There are many resources to read about the history of Beltane and the associated fertility rites that accompany it. I have a board on Pinterest where you can see some examples of Pagan art and the beautiful celebration of life that this fire festival is known for.

In the Erotic Pagan line, I have tried to use some of these historical tidbits to bring life to a story that is not just erotic, but has some bearing on tradition and a bit of folklore. The vision of a sexy Forest God coming to claim me as a May Queen is actually one of my oldest daydreams and I am thrilled to be able to share it with you in this short story. My work with Naughty Nights Press will consist of more short stories in the Erotic Pagan series along with at least one longer story I am already hard at work on.

Now for some fun…

When I interview authors on my blog, I love to ask them this or that questions. Here are some of my answers.
1. Plotter or Pantster?
Both. I like to at least have a bit of story structure written down so I know a road map of where a story is leading me. In the same vein, I do change my mind all the time about where a story is going, so I don’t plot with great detail because I know it will change the moment my fingers start crafting the piece.
2. Short stories or longer novels?
Right now, I am learning about different writing styles and genres and short stories are my venue per say. I am working on two YA novels under another pen name and have written horror short stories under my real name. Under my real name, I am also a music reviewer and blogger.
3. Work a day job or full time writer?
I am a full time working kind of girl which makes being a writer all the more challenging and rewarding. Some days I wish I could just stay home and write, but then I wonder where I would get some of the fodder for my stories…so there you go.
4. Cheeseburger or sushi?
Cheeseburger with bacon, guacamole, a skinny wheat bun and some curly fries with non fat ranch please. You can save the sushi for fish bait, thanks.
5. Ice cream or chocolate cake?
Do I have to choose? I love both! My favorite place to eat chocolate cake is the Whistle Stop Café in the small town where I live. It is smear it in your face good. Ice cream wise, Brewster’s Creamery has my undying devotion. The chocolate raspberry swirl is to die for.
Now for a tasty treat for everyone! Here is a short piece of fiction that takes place after Ceri and Herne meet in Beltane Fires. I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Ceri in Bondage (The following is unedited content from future works)

“Stand still.”  Herne grasped Ceri’s left wrist and tied it to a young sapling, securing her in place.
Ceri  moaned, her eyes shielded by the blindfold he had placed over them. Her pussy moistened and her senses screamed for release.
“One more.” He bound her right wrist to another nearby tree, pulling her taut between them.
“Herne…” Ceri’s whispered plea echoed in the empty woods and she felt his warmth against her back as he ground his jean clad hips against her naked backside.
“Ceri?” Herne’s voice was clipped.
“Yes, Sir.” She panted, desire pooling between her thighs. Rubbing them together to try and ease some of the discomfort, she heard the click of Herne’s tongue behind her.
“Naughty girl. I think you just earned yourself a few more paddles for that.”
“No.” She heard him move behind her. “You will count each stroke and thank me.”
“Yes, Sir.” Ceri smiled. She had dreamt of this moment since the first night they met in the woods all those months ago. Her love for her Forest God and Dom had grown into a fiery inferno that couldn’t be quenched and she hungered for his body like no other.  The Goddess had truly blessed her.
“We begin.”
“One.” The sting of the paddle brought tears to her eyes.
“And?” Herne’s voice became silken, but stern and she quivered in her bonds.
“Thank you, Sir.” Ceri quivered and she felt liquid begin to ooze from her pussy.
“Two. Thank you, Sir.” The sting of the paddle had both sides of her ass singing in equal parts harmony and pain.
Crack! Crack!
“Three! Four! Thank you, Sir!” Ceri felt tears sting her eyelids and fought to keep them contained.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Three more strikes of the paddle brought a warm, burning heat to the tender flesh of Ceri’s backside and she writhed in her bonds, aching for Herne’s touch.
“Five. Six. Seveeeen.” Ceri sobbed the last word. “ Thank you for your guidance, Sir.” Ceri let out a sob, part release and part frustration. She longed to feel his cock inside her and she wanted him now.
“You are most welcome, beautiful Ceri.”
She heard a zipper behind her and the rustling of clothes. 
“Your ass is nicely red.” Herne caressed her buttocks and a hiss escaped her lips. “Are you ready for me?” His cock pressed against her back as he drew her against him. Running his hands along the ivory softness of her breasts, he teased her nipples into tight buds of desire.
“Yes…” Ceri moaned, her voice hoarse with need. She parted her legs and pushed her stinging ass against Herne’s erection.
“Hmmm.” He intoned as his right hand wandered to the cleft between her legs. “Are you wet, beautiful one?” His finger slipped between her folds and into her seeping pussy.
“Oh, Sir…” She leaned back into his chest and moved her legs further apart, giving him access to the deepest parts of her.
His finger plunged in and out of her recesses and flicked against her swollen clit. Ceri thrashed against the ropes that bound her to the trees and let the building pleasure rocket her into release.
Want more Ceri and Herne? Make sure you check out more in the Erotic Pagan Series coming soon!

The Erotic Pagans Series - Beltane Fires


A recent breakup has left Ceri alone on her birthday. Her friends, Alex and Fiona, spirit her away to a Beltane festival guaranteed to light up her night. When everyone at the event seems to be a couple, Ceri ventures out for a walk along a wooded path.

In the darkness, the Forest Lord has come to find his May Queen. He is everything she ever dreamed of in a lover, but is she willing to take the leap?

**Based on real Pagan traditions and celebrations, “The Erotic Pagans Series” brings erotica and romance to reality, and shares the passion of erotic romance in the lives of Pagans with everyone.**


"Good eve, little witch." The man moved toward her, his shoulders wide and solid as molded bronze. He carried himself with a commanding air of self-importance and her inner core began to liquefy. Already molten from the ministrations of the nymphs, she was aching to feel his touch. Tall, handsome, with a beautifully proportioned body, he was completely naked. His hair was a mass of brown curls and a crown of antlers graced his brow. A forest lord coming to claim her on a wild Beltane night. Desire shivered through her, and Ceri felt her nipples pebble with lust.
"Good evening." Ceri struggled to look him in the face when her eyes kept traveling down toward his now erect cock. His dark eyes were framed by a handsomely square face and his lips turned up with amusement as if he could read the inner turmoil of her mind.
"This a wild night to walk these woods alone, fair one." He moved purposefully closer and his rigid member bobbled as he walked. Ceri felt her mouth go dry. Her eyes met his in startled surprise as his warm hand brushed her cheek and trailed down the edge of her left breast, cupping it in his palm. How had he gotten here so fast?
"You are mine." Reflected light glimmered over his face with molten radiance as he stepped in and his lips claimed hers.

Available now at the NNP eStore, All Romance Ebooks, Amazon, Amazon UK, Kobo, Smashwords and other reputable online retailers.

Friday, April 19, 2013

K.B. Cutter and Margie Church Guest Post On The Naughty Nights Press Blog

Authors K.B. Cutter and Margie Church, join Naughty Nights Press today to share their newest  book series, RAZOR

With the second book just released, and both of these hot numbers available in print and ebook, Naughty Nights Press knew we had to bring these two incredibly talented writers on for a guest spot. We want everyone to get the chance to read these sizzling books! It'd be such a shame to miss out on this kind of titillation, Domination and wickedly exciting kink!  

Whew! It's getting hot in here! So, while I go grab a tall cold one, I will leave you all with an interesting interview with the naughty lovers of the Razor Series!

Off to you Margie and K.B...

Our three lovers in the Razor series, Bryce, Amy, and Raine, join all the Naughty Nights friends for a sexy, funny interview.

Bryce looked at his phone: "I don't know about you guys, but I just got the text from Margie or KB. I think it must be from KB because auto correct is ridiculous."
Raine grabbed his phone:  "I didn't get the text because I blocked KB, so we know it's from him. Hmm…kinks, dinks? Amy, what do you think?"
Amy stared at her message. "Blocking KB might be a good idea since he can't text for shit. I think it means they're going to be late. They want us to talk about our relationship, and the kinks of how it works."
R:  I don't know; it's easy for me. Bryce does what I want…sometimes more than once. Amy is very playful and cooperative. And she gets off on that, too. Stop smirking, Amy. I got your number.
B: Yeah it is easy for you to say, Raine. I do all the heavy lifting.
R: Love to hear you bitch about it, too…especially when you're between my knees.
A: Woo…like that one. I'll volunteer to be next.
B: We can play after we get these answers figured out. Margie will write us right out of the third book if we don't.
A: What? Doesn't KB have pull with her?
R:  Depends on how sweetly he talks.
A: He has that bedroom voice…or so I heard. Stop looking at me that way, Bryce.
B: Let's stay on task. Okay?
A: You're no fun.
B: Learning to be a switch is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, but it's most rewarding, fulfilling now.
R: I know playing "Mistress May I" used to turn you inside out, but you seem to enjoy it.
A: I think he enjoys screwing up so he can be punished for it, too.
R: Is that how it plays?
B: You're off topic, Amy. If I choose to screw up, that's my business, but I will say that I used to think becoming your submissive would emasculate me. Actually, once I got past my traditional mindset and roles, my life got a whole lot more interesting. Who wouldn't enjoy making love with two very interesting, sexy women? Together or alone, it's a mind-blowing experience. Stop giggling, Amy.
A: You said blowing. Okay, I'll stop being a blond. We have honest communication about what we want. I'd have to say, Bryce, that once you let go of those worries about being less than a man, things kind of fell into place. And, I don't think you've ever been hotter in the sack.
R: I want it on the record that I know Bryce still tries to play mind games with me that he's not going to win. But you did go way beyond my expectations at Lucien's Samhain party, Bryce.
B: You're goddamn right I did, but at least now I understand you a lot better. We're still not adding a playroom onto the house.
R: Killjoy. Seriously, do you really feel less than a man as a submissive, now?
B: It's not really fair that Amy doesn't have to live by the really strict rules that I do.
R: Girlfriend relationships trump all. You know I'm just joking, but Amy does sorta follow the rules. When she and I are alone we're more playful than anything. If we had to choose, we'd spend our lives with a man, not another woman, so that affects how Amy and I are together. Do agree, Amy?
A: We were best friends first, but I secretly always wanted you. The way we live now lets me enjoy all of you. I also love watching you with Bryce. When the three of us are together, I think it's the hottest thing I ever could imagine.
B: (Laughs) Amy, what am I gonna do with you?
A: To start with, you can unzip your jeans so you don't hurt yourself, because I noticed you have quite a bulge there, my love.
B: In any loving relationship you'd do that for me, so why don't you?
A: It'll be my pleasure.
R: So we're getting naked, is that it?
B: Amy can't talk with her mouth full. So, I guess that answers your question.
R: Neither can you, Bryce.
B: Well, Mistress, then please come closer.

* * * *

"KB, do you have their house key? The door is locked."
"No, but I probably have a tool in my car that'll help."
"Okay….I hope it's not a salami knife this time."
"Funny girl. I'm going to have to talk to Bryce about his door locks. That was way too easy."
"You busted the door. I'm not taking the heat for that."
"It's very quiet in here."
"Where is everyone? Bryce? Amy? Raine? Anyone home?"
"Do you hear what I hear? It ain't no Christmas carol."
"They didn't wait for us?"
"Are we joining them? …Ouch, woman, you don't need to break my rib."
"To my way of thinking, we have three choices" join them, play Parcheesi in the kitchen, or go get a cup of coffee."
"I've already had my caffeine limit. I hate Parcheesi…so…."
"I'm not hiding behind the curtains until they're done."
"I hope Bryce has his Cialis prescription filled."

Razor: Love's Storm by Margie Church and K.B. Cutter

Their delicious, naughty secret is out, and it's open season on Amy and Bryce's decision to add a third person to their marriage.

All the talking in the world can't convince critics that Amy and Bryce's marriage is rock-solid, and there are no secrets between them. Others meddle to undermine Bryce's business and marriage. Even Raine's Master thinks she's making a huge mistake.

With no allies, and scorn coming from every direction, love and determination must lead Amy, Bryce, and Raine through love's storm.

Their journey began in Razor: Desire's Edge, and continues after Razor: Love's Storm in the third and final book of the trilogy coming this fall, Razor: Love's Reflection.

Buy Love's Storm and the first book, Desire's Edge on Amazon and B&N.

Both books are available in print, too!

CONTEST:  We're holding a fabulous, sexy contest for Love's Storm's release and the entire trilogy! Click here to get details and participate in the Razor Romances Booty giveaway.  http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/share-code/NWUwNDZkNjczYWY1MTUyNjI5ZGZmNTcxNjVkYmEwOjE=/

Visit our friends on the web to keep up with more of these tantalizing and tasty treats!

Margie's website: Romance with SASS
K.B. Cutter's Website:  www.kbcutter.com

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Jumping Through Flaming Hoops!

This past winter I was contacted by a professor from the local university about the possibility of doing a presentation for some of the student writers in attendance there.
Unsure of exactly where the professor’s line of thinking was headed I remained quiet while she described the possibility of doing a reading and book signing at the university library. I thought to myself that it would be great to be invited somewhere to talk about my books rather than not so subtly bring it up in conversations when ever I’m in a public setting. Like when I'm at the grocery store and someone asks me what brand of yogurt I like, I say something like, “Yogurt I love Greek yogurt, by the way my latest novel is coming out this week.” Smooth, not so much but at least I’m trying. So an opportunity like this is golden. 
Unfortunately the professor wasn’t done with me yet and thus far her conversation was...directionally challenged to say the least. 
She went on to tell me about the group I would possibly be doing a separate conference with and this, as they say, is when the train started to derail. She asked me if I’ve ever heard of the Black Fly Review? It is a yearly local publication of collected poetry and essays…I know that now…not so much when confronted on the phone by an over zealous college professor. I could tell by her tone that she wasn’t impressed with the fact that I had no idea about a yearly publication that went out of existence when I was in 2nd grade, that they are now thinking of revamping.
Somewhat discouraged she then went on about how I might have something to offer their aspiring authors because and I quote, “You might have some talent in that area.” Eye twitch, this was quickly turning into the phone call from hell but my eyes were on the prize and this lady was not going to slow me down.
Next she compared me to a very well known author from the area…this confused me since the only thing this author and I have in common is our area code. The professor wasn’t done with the underhanded intentional insults or simply diarrhea of the mouth quite yet though. “I have all of her books. I haven’t read them but everyone seems to like her so I bought her books.” Um okay, good for you? At this point I was starting to think this was a prank call. Then she continued. “I was checking out your books and I can’t find them anywhere? Maybe we could help you get more attention so people know where to find your books?” Side note, there isn’t a bookstore in an eighty mile radius of my small town. If you read…at all, the books you get come from on-line book stores, where all of my books can be found. I would have told her so had she shut up long enough for me to get an word in edgewise but unfortunately our call ended and I was left standing in my kitchen with a confused look on my face as to what I may or may not have agreed to do this coming summer.
Moral of the story, we all have to take a few hits to the pride in order to get to our eventual goals. Will I have to deal with this woman again? Yup. Will it be worth it in the end? Don’t know. Will I laugh about this in the future? I sure as hell hope so. What wouldn't most authors do for to help promote their books? I'll tell you one thing, list is pretty short and jumping through flaming hoops isn't on it.  

Monday, April 8, 2013

Man versus Machine - a buzzing thought


What is it about vibrators that make some men a little edgy?
What do they find so threatening about our little friend on the right? 
It's understandable that some men feel a slight envy or discomfort when faced with vibrators, especially if their girl likes to play alone. There will always be the self-doubt that their penis is simply not up to the job. After all, who can compete with a machine? Every walk of life has been improved one way or another by the simple efficiency of something plugged in. If its hands free – better still!

 Of course there are men who embrace the opportunity to see just how many orgasm’s a woman can possibly have. They push the thing this way and that and watch in amazement as we fall apart in front of their wide, over excited eyes.

I own one of these little beauties and l have to say it really hits the spot. Can any man you know spin his cock around inside you and intermittently buzz against your clit at the same time? Of course not.
A multi function hand held toy that wants nothing in return can be a great way to spend an evening but for me this is better in my lover’s hands. That way l don’t have to do anything at all except enjoy its whirling twirling... vibrating, pulsating…sorry, got a little distracted.
It’s also good for your partner to see for himself what touches thrill you the most and which ones you squirm away from, without leaving him feeling inadequate.

We all know it’s an occasional toy not a replacement cock. We store it away with all the other fun things: lube, handcuffs, anal beads, paddle etc for those times when you want the heat to last a few hours more.

So which orgasm is best? Be honest now! 

For me the orgasm achieved through person to person contact is different from the sharp intense shuddering my rabbit provides, it is longer, spreads wider and leaves me more satisfied.

Personally l prefer a man inside me, the hard yet warm and yielding shaft of an caring lover beats this plastic pretender hands down. The soft lick of a tongue and the skilled probing fingers of a living, breathing male are, for me anyway, second to none.

So, if you are lucky enough to possess both man and machine, or a partner who shares your curiosity for intensity, you have it all!

Excerpt from 'Pleasing Mia':

Reaching for the side drawer, Mia took out a slim, pink vibrator. Lying back on the untidy bed, she opened her long, smooth legs wide, before switching on the buzz and stroking it deftly against her clit.
Scott raised himself up onto his elbows to watch her, as he had so many times before. She was lost to him now, just Mia and the toy, caught up in pursuing the orgasm he hadn’t been allowed to give her.
Mia bit her lip and grasped one breast with her soft, urgent hand, her blood red mouth grew wider as she worked the toy against her pussy. When her orgasm made its way to the surface of her striving, sweating body, she bucked her hips throwing her head back and groaning loudly while her hands and thighs began to shake and quiver with the intensity of her release.
Then she stopped, winked at Scott and dropped the vibrator to the floor before turning away from him.

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'In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away'

                                                                                                           "Sexy Male" by farconville)

An excerpt from The Training of Tess...

Hello again from me - I thought this week, perhaps a little excerpt may whet your appetites... I hope you enjoy!

Tessa fidgeted nervously as she smoothed the wrinkles from her figure-hugging pencil skirt. Shifting her gaze from the countryside rushing by, she glanced impatiently at her phone again; nothing. The last words she had read that morning from Him had been today is the day Tessa. She had scrolled up and down the list of messages she had received from Him countless times as she had sat there, double-checking and triple-checking to ensure that she would fulfil His instructions exactly. You will catch the 10:13 train to London, Victoria and alight when I tell you. You will then go to the front of the station and take the nearest taxi. Tell him to take you to Court Road. When you arrive there you will see two post boxes. Get out of the car, pay him and await instructions.
An involuntary shiver ran the full length of her spine as she sat on the train, waiting, anxious for that message. She perched on the edge of the seat, waiting for each stop, knowing she might have to dash for the door to make sure she didn’t miss the stop. Suddenly, her phone vibrated in her trembling hand. Now it said and with that Tessa stood and moved to the door. She appraised her reflection in the glass of the door – green satin blouse, black cardigan, black pencil skirt, sheer black nylons and her comfortable black slip on patent heels. He had requested she wear her turquoise underwear for their meeting, so Tessa had thought that accessorizing her flame red hair with a forest green blouse would also please Him. She had an insatiable need to please this man like nothing she had ever felt before.
He had crashed headlong into her life some three weeks earlier. Tessa had always been fascinated with the Dominant/submissive lifestyle, and she was – she felt, a very submissive person. In her real life people knew her as a feisty, headstrong and passionate woman; no one would ever have described her as submissive. But then she had learned over time, that being submissive didn’t mean she had to be a doormat, it meant to her that she wanted to hand over her control, her welfare, her safety, to someone else. Throughout her life she had maintained an iron grip on her personal control, organized to the extreme in her work and home life, highly respected in her profession as a Personal Assistant, so used to controlling others to ensure success. But what she truly wanted deep down inside, was a man who could take her to that special place of freedom she had heard and read so much about. To experience true freedom within her mind.
She had signed up to a BDSM lifestyle website to learn more about what it was to attain this ‘sub-space’ she had heard about. Peppering her profile with photographs she felt were ‘artistic’, and writing a personal passage about who she was had attracted plenty of admirers, but no one she had particularly connected with. She wasn’t looking to find a soul mate, or even a playmate, just someone to discuss her thoughts and passions and desires with. It was out of the blue that a message had dropped into her inbox. He handled each conversation they had with courtesy and interest, drawing more and more information out of her without her even realizing. Or maybe she did and she was already walking towards this man instinctively, already feeling the urge to please Him in any way He desired. She couldn’t place when her thoughts turned to Him entirely- it wasn’t long after they had started talking. He had even managed to find out where she worked, and after a few days of messaging back and forth, He called her anonymously at her desk. He had used a fake name to convince reception to pass Him through to her, and when He spoke, He had teased her with His low voice pressed to her ear. “Imagine this voice Tessa, speaking in your ear in person, knowing that whatever I say next, you must submit without question...” At that point Tessa felt the intense pangs of fear and panic that she had been hunted down so easily, what else did this man know about her in but a few days? She did not even know His name.
Two days later she met Him for the first time. She had just had a difficult meeting in the city and had been dropped off at the local car pool to collect her car when she had been pressed firmly against her door from behind.
“Hello Tessa” He had breathed in her ear, “I suggest you get in my car.” Near paralyzed with fear she turned slowly and looked straight into intense sparkling brown eyes, flecked with green, there was no way she would deny Him, all of her life-long fantasies were coming true. They had gone to a local park, where He had run His hands over her shaking body, entwined His fingers in her hair and pulled her to His lips where they kissed deeply and passionately, her body melting further with each kiss and caress. His hands were so gentle, but firm enough to know that there really was no escape. He worked over her clothed body, gradually relaxing her until He slipped His hand under her top and slid His fingers inside the lacy material of her bra, slowly releasing her right breast. Her heaving chest betrayed her fear and lust, a deep red flush creeping across her as He leaned in and sucked her nipple deep into His mouth. She moaned loudly, eyes closing and arching her back to push into Him, taking her so close to the edge of climax then instinctively stopping His exploration of her body. Pulling away from her, He held her gaze, fingers once more tightly wrapped in her hair.
“I am going to enjoy you,” He uttered as she gasped to regain her composure. Every word He spoke to her was like a lightning bolt straight to her sex. Deep and powerful, she had to know more about Him whatever the cost.

Buy Tess here...

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Hi My Name is Sharita Lira and I Love Gay Romance

Greetings people. I’d like to talk about the phenomenon I suppose I’m part of. Maybe we should call it a movement. It has become more of a story in the last few years but in reality, it has always existed.

What am I saying? Females who write gay romance.

Now, first let me say, I’ve only been publishing pro for two years. I’ve been writing for years and sharing the stories with friends to read. Over time, I got better and they told me I needed to try selling some of these. So, I joined the ERWA over 9 years and started sending my stories over the list. I got some great comments and finally two years ago, I decided to submit.

However, when I wrote the tales to the list, they were hetero. I was okay at it but I figured, this wouldn’t be more than something I did in addition to my regular job and I’d never turn it into a career.

Let’s back track to 2009.

I discovered something I really enjoyed reading called slash fanfiction. For those of you not familiar, slash is same gender pairings, mostly m/m. I read these on Livejournal as well as a site for my favorite band Duran Duran called Lovely Planet of There. Now, I’ve always loved watching manlove in erm, adult movies, but I’d never really read them until I started reading slash. And it went beyond DD, it went to Depeche Mode, Placebo, some slash of TV shows, Lord of the Rings, etc. I was HOOKED and finally I said, oh I think I’d enjoy this a lot more. That was when, Sharita Lira, the m/m writer was born.

Much to the chagrin of some of my friends who read my m/f, I began writing more slash and almost completely abandoned hetero because I loved writing about men in love. It was just something so much more exciting, arousing, and taboo telling the tales of two men who find one another attractive and move to the bedroom. WHEW.

A little over two years ago, I finally subbed my twisted stories to several publishers and well, about 30 plus stories later, here I am! A lot of people ask, including those in my immediate family, what’s the reason? I stated some of them but the most important one is, I believe love sees no color or gender. In reality, if you truly have emotions for someone, regardless of how others feel, you will pursue them. The other reason? I love being the rebel and even though the manlove genre has exploded, it’s still considered a niche subgenre, placed under erotica. (Don’t get me started there)

So in closing, I write manlove, gay romance, gay erotica and I don’t hide from it. Yes, sometimes, and I do mean sparingly, I write m/f. If I’m feeling female, I’ll add a gal to my male pairing to make it saucy but at the moment, all my muses love the m/m and until that changes, which I don’t think it will, I’ll continue to be part of the movement.

For now, my latest with NNP is Candyman by BLMorticia

Blurb: Alain Roux is the new President of the world famous Diamond Candies chocolate factory on the South Side of Chicago. His father, Demi Roux lost his battle with cancer and has left it in his care despite Demi’s brother’s advice to leave it to him. Alain has no interest in the company but to fulfill his father’s last wish, he takes on the day to day of it anyway.Ty Washington is a born and raised Southsider who’s working there to put him through college. Recently, his father threw him out because he confessed he might be gay. When he and Alain talk, his heart soars and as badly as he tries to fight it, the two connect and eventually they decide to give their relationship a try.
In BL’s own humorous way, she’ll tell the tale of a man and his subordinate as they overcome the struggles to build a long lasting commitment.
NNP     ARe   Amazon
Excerpt from Candyman written by S.Lira aka BLMorticia Copyright 2012
I don’t like this!
Unfortunately, Ty couldn’t sleep, despite his knowledge of his upcoming early shift. The bills weighed heavily on his mind and, instead of getting the proper rest, he decided to log on to his favorite porn site, Brothas in Heat. A free site he’d found while searching for pictures to rub off to, and he hadn’t stopped looking since. Damn hormones. Regardless of what was going on, a man could always find time to masturbate.
Fucking slow connection! He mooched off someone in the building’s wifi – someone who didn’t have a secure network. Lord knows, he couldn’t afford his own.
On his laptop screen was a picture of a black man: his legs spread, feet up in the air; an older white man plowing his ass with his large uncut dick. Ty had his own in hand, jerking off wildly, while he salivated over the video clip. “Mhmm…” He licked his lips and gawked at the display, totally hating himself for being so aroused. Ty wished it was him getting it from that stud, despite the fact that the idea of penetration terrified him.
In moments the tremors took over; he covered his mouth with his free hand, trying his best to muffle his own screams. Long, white ropes of his own cum painted his chest. “Fuck!”
Beads of sweat popped on his forehead. His brown skin coated with perspiration, the heat swirled around him. Ty’s toes curled, he gritted his teeth and leaned back in the folding chair to ease himself down from the sexual high.
No question – men did it for him so much more than women. It was time to face the fact that he was indeed a gay man.
After catching his breath, he closed the notebook and got up, dragging himself to the bathroom to wash off the sticky substance and sweat from his flesh. The throb in his cock had been satisfied, but his right hand hurt from all the self-love. While running the water, waiting for it to warm, he glanced at himself in the mirror. “Why me?”
Why not you?
The man in the glass spoke back to him, scaring the living daylights out of him. Of course it was only his subconscious telling him how stupid he was for denying his true feelings. No one could change what they really felt deep inside; they could either accept it or ignore it. Ty couldn’t do the latter any longer. Females just don’t do it for me!
Despite the hot towel, he ran it along his stomach and inner thighs, cleaning the residue from his body. At first touch, he sighed deeply and closed his eyes, enjoying the burn. In three short strokes, he’d removed the remnants of his own juices from his skin. Ty turned the valves to shut the water off and turned out the light. Time to get some shut eye. Hopefully he would sleep, since he had to be up in three hours to make that early morning shift. Unable to keep his eyes open, he flopped on the bed, holding the pillow as if it were a lover. As usual, the coils of the sleeper couch pinched him on his stomach and legs. Surely that would leave marks. Who cares? No one’s lookin’ at my ass anyway.
Within moments, Ty drifted off into a deep slumber, not thinking about his unpaid bills or his fucked up confusion and now certainty about being a gay man.
Damn it all. I’m tired!


Alain tossed and turned until the alarm went off at five-fifty, signaling time for a shower. “Shit!” He pulled the pillow over his head, not even bothering to shut the annoying thing off. “Oh God, who signed me up for this again?” Alain finally reached over and hit the top of it, making the noise stop. Still yawning, he removed the blindfold and rubbed his eyes. “Still fuckin’ dark outside. No one should hafta wake up when there’s no sun out!” Would he ever adjust to these early mornings? Who knew, but he’d have to do it soon.
Slowly, he slid his feet from under the cover, attempting to put them into the slippers that sat at the side of the bed. “Coffee, I need coffee!” Tossing the eye covering, he raked his locks with his hand. “Damn, hair a bit long much?”
The moment he did manage to get his toes into those warm shoes, the door opened and Lucas came strolling in with a big mug and a tray of what looked to be food.
Alain smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Now this might be a good reason to wake up early.” Damn, stop flirting! He knew it was wrong to be making suggestive comments to his deceased father’s lover, but he couldn’t help himself. The man was just too delicious to ignore.
Lucas rolled his eyes. “Cut that out! Sit up and eat this small breakfast that Marisol made for you and get ready to go. I told the staff we’d be there between seven and seven thirty.” Lucas made a production of checking his Rolex.
Still not wanting to move, Alain ate a piece of toast and sighed. “Ack! I hate getting up at this hour!”
“Well, too bad. You need to be at your best Alain, if you wanna beat your uncle.” Lucas sat on the end of the bed and stared at him some more, then he grinned. “God, you look more like Demi every day!”
Alain nodded. His smug grin replaced the grimace. He took a sip of the coffee, then slid closer to Lucas and peered into his grey eyes. “Do you wanna find out how much I’m just like Dad?” Alain couldn’t help but flirt with Lucas. The attorney was hot, hands down one of the hottest men he’d ever come in contact with. Plus, he knew it riled Lucas up.
“Hey, no; you stop that! I told you, never in a million years! Now eat your breakfast!”
Alain glanced at the ceiling and went back to eating. “Sorry Lucas, you’re just so handsome, ya know? I’ve gotta get me a man and quick! I’ve been way too lonely!”
Lucas cocked an eyebrow and drew up his lips. “Obviously!” He got up from the bed and looked at his timepiece once more. “Just hurry up and meet me downstairs. Don’t make me come back up here after you, ya hear?”
“Yes sir!” Alain saluted. He allowed his eyes to follow the hot counselor as he left his bedroom. “Dayum, baby. Dad? Why’d our lawyer have to be so hot? You cursed me!”

Sharita Lira -
In one word, crazy. Just crazy enough to have 3 different muses running around in her head, driving her to sheer exhaustion with new plot bunnies and complex characters.
This happily married mother of two beautiful children loves music, computers, reading, and still enjoys reading and writing fanfiction. She’s a proud member of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association, as well as an advocate for rights of LGBT citizens.  She’s also a contributor to the heavy metal ezine Fourteeng.net.
For more information, please visit http://www.thelitriad.com as well as her Facebook fanpage,The Literary Triad.

Monday, April 1, 2013

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A Shot at Love (Gina Kincade, Naughty Nights Press)

When faced with the displeasure of his lover’s family over their son’s sexual preferences, as well as the issue of him being 'not of their kind', Jay, an eagle shifter, thinks he’s doing the right thing for everyone when he chooses to walk away from the only man he’s ever loved.
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The Twilight Mew (Rian Monaire, Mojocastle Press)

Rhylie loves the idea of becoming a cat shifter, and decides to cast a spell that will finally give her the abilities she's been seeking. But she needed to be careful what she wished for...or at least, be more specific.
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Better With Mustard (Shelby Morgen, Changeling Press)

When a stray cat blackmails Officer Joe Callahan down at Coney Island Dogs, Joe thinks he’s got a case for Animal Control. But this is one of those rare times when Duct Tape can’t fix everything. The stray cat’s under Joe’s skin. She’s all too familiar, but can she find a place in Joe’s bed--and his heart?

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~ Lady Gina Kincade,
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