December 31st, 2009 by 
Amanda Young
There’s three hours remaining to enter my Giving Thanks contest. I’ll use random.org to select the winners in the morning and then announce the winner at noon tomorrow. Be sure and check back to see if you’ve won!
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December 31st, 2009 by Amanda Young
If you’re a Goodreads member, enter to win a copy of Daywalker Legacy before you can buy it!
I’m giving away an autographed copy to one lucky winner.
http://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/2314-daywalker-legacy
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December 31st, 2009 by Amanda Young
2009 has been a fabulous, busy year. I’ve typed my little fingers raw and appeared at several public venues. I even went on my very first airplane ride this year (yes, I’m a dork and woefully behind). Anyway, I thought I’d list the things I’ve accomplished this year (writing-wise) and my goals for 2010.
Published in 2009
Ebooks:
Print:
Pending releases in 2010:
Planned for 2010:
I know that probably sounds like a lot, but I might as well dream big, right? This time next year we’ll be able to look back and see what I’ve actually accomplished on that list. 
And for anyone who’s curious, the link for 2008’s year in review is below.
http://www.amandayoung.org/2008/12/27/my-year-in-review/
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December 26th, 2009 by Amanda Young
It’s always funny to see what people type into the search bar on their way to my little home on the web. Here’s some of the key words from this month.
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“spasm” “her clit” “electrodes”
“cock a tease”
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December 25th, 2009 by Amanda Young
Please welcome Meg Benjamin to the blog, author of Venus in Blue Jeans, Wedding Bell Blues, and Be My Baby. Thank you for agreeing to answer my nosy questions and share them with everyone visiting today.
Q: To begin, please share which genre(s) you write in…
A: I do contemporary romance, mostly set in the Texas Hill Country. But Be My Baby, my latest, also has some mystery/thriller elements.
Q: How long did you write before you received your first contract for publication?
A: (groans) Several years. After I switched to romance from mysteries (where I had absolutely no interest from anybody), it took me two or three years to break through.
Q: Out of all the stories you’ve written, which is your favorite?
A: Ah gee, that’s hard. It’s usually whichever one I just finished, but I love them all.
Q: Do you need to be in a specific place or atmosphere before the words flow?
A: I write in my study because that’s where the computer is, but I’m not particular. I’ve written in hotel rooms and offices, and even in the car waiting for some family member to come out of wherever it was they currently were. All I really need is a quiet place—noise distracts me.
Q: What’s the strangest source of inspiration you’ve found for a story?
A: The wallpaper in a restaurant inspired the (significant) wallpaper in Docia’s bookstore in Venus in Blue Jeans. On the other hand, I was looking for some kind of hook at the time, so it may have been a little more than serendipity.
Q: If you could offer one tidbit of information for new writers, what would it be?
A: Join a critique group. You really need to have extra eyes looking at your writing, and those eyes shouldn’t belong to someone who loves you. Your mom is terrific for support, but probably not the best person to read your stuff critically. Having other writers look at your stuff is invaluable, although you have to develop the ability to separate the helpful suggestions from the ones that are based on different writing styles rather than real problems.
Q: Do you have an evil day job or do you write full time?
A: I retired from my evil day job this year. So now I write full time, when I’m not cooking, cleaning, shopping, working out at the gym, shoveling snow, etc.
Q: Name one thing readers would be surprised to learn about you.
A: I love to cook. And I love wine. Both of these loves show up a lot in my Konigsburg books because the Texas Hill Country has a lot of good food and a lot of great wineries.
Q: If you won the lottery tomorrow, what would you spend the money on?
A: Travel! I’d love to spend a lot of time going to wonderful places first class. Just rode home on a Boeing 767 and I was salivating over the seats up in the front of the plane (needless to say, I was stuck in the back).
Q: Which household chore do you abhor and why?
A: I’m lousy at cleaning the kitchen. My DH and I have a deal—I cook and he cleans up after me. That way we play to both our strengths!
Q: What’s your favorite comfort food?
A: Mashed potatoes and gravy. Not imaginative, but when you need comfort, stick to the classics I always say.
Q: Do you have a favorite book or movie?
A: More than I can count! I love Loretta Chase’s Lord of Scoundrels and Susan Elizabeth Phillips’s Dream a Little Dream and Jane Haddam’s My Bloody Valentine and Susan Smith’s The Knowledge of Water and Jennifer Crusie’s Welcome to Temptation and, well, you get the idea.
Q: If you don’t mind sharing, would you tell us about your latest work in progress?
A: I’m working on my fourth and fifth Konigsburg books, sort of simultaneously. The fourth features the fourth Toleffson brother, Erik, who becomes the Konigsburg chief of police, falls in love with a winery manager, and has to fight off the nasty mayor’s attempts to get him fired. Number five is my first non-Toleffson. The heroine is Docia’s cousin Deirdre, who’s striking out on her own by working as a barmaid while she opens her own coffee shop. The hero is Tom Ames, who owns the bar. Tom shows up in Erik’s book.
Q: In closing, tell us a bit about your latest release (& share a yummy excerpt for those who aren’t yet familiar with your work)
A: Be My Baby is my third Konigsburg book.
There’s no room in her life for love. Love has other ideas…
Konigsburg, Texas, Book 3
If Jessamyn Carroll had only herself to consider, staying in Pennsylvania after her husband’s death would have been a no-brainer. Her vindictive in-laws’ efforts to get their hooks into her infant son, however, force her to flee to a new home. Konigsburg, Texas.
Peace…at least for now. She’s even found a way to make some extra money, looking after sexy accountant Lars Toleffson’s precocious two-year-old daughter. She finds it easy—too easy—to let his protective presence lull her into thinking she and her son are safe at last.
Lars, still wounded from enduring a nasty divorce from his cheating ex-wife, tries to fight his attraction to the mysterious, beautiful widow. But when an intruder breaks into her place, and Jess comes clean about her past, all bets are off. Someone wants her baby—and wants Jess out of the picture. Permanently.
Now Jess has a live-in bodyguard, whether she wants him or not. Except she does want him—and he wants her. Yet negotiating a future together will have to overcome a lot of roadblocks: babies, puppies, the entire, meddling Toleffson family—and a kidnapper.
Warning: Contains Konigsburg craziness, creepy in-laws, a conniving two-year-old, a lovelorn accountant, a sleep-deprived Web developer, and lots of hot holiday sex.
Excerpt:
Here’s an excerpt about the heroine and her baby. She’s just met the hero and taken a job as his babysitter. And, of course, she’s got problems of her own—a nasty set of former in-laws who want to steal her baby son.
Jess put Jack into his jumper seat, listening to him crow as he danced back and forth in the doorway to the living room. She slid into the chair at her computer and fired up the Paloma Gaming site. The e-mail from the site owner said that the win-loss ratings kept going flaky. Jess opened her console window and began checking code. The jumper seat usually kept Jack occupied for twenty minutes or so. With any luck she’d find the bug in less time than that.
The encounter with Lars Toleffson still rankled. Obviously, he was looking for June Cleaver. Obviously, as far as he was concerned, she was closer to Britney Spears. Tough. She’d do a good job with his daughter, no matter what he thought of her.
Toleffson wasn’t exactly what she’d expected. Weren’t accountants supposed to be wimpy? He was at least six four or five, given the way he towered over her five-foot-ten. And his shoulders were broad enough to block the light from the office window when he leaned back. He’d worn a predictable gray business suit, but his dark hair had the kind of curls that never stayed put, inching down slightly over his forehead.
The type of guy who probably made female hearts go pitter-pat, if one were susceptible to that kind of thing. Which Jess definitely was not.
She wondered briefly what had happened to Mrs. Toleffson. Probably a divorce, given the lack of sympathy he’d shown when she’d mentioned Barry. Not that she wanted sympathy. But why didn’t people ask single fathers where their significant other had gone the way they asked single mothers?
Jack gave a shriek of delight and Jess turned to look at him. He danced across the doorway on his tiptoes, bouncing up and down enthusiastically.
She remembered when she’d brought him home from the hospital. Small and wrinkled and rosy. Totally vulnerable. Totally dependent. Hers to protect. And love.
She bit her lip. “Oh, lord, Jack, don’t grow up too fast, okay? Let me savor this just a little.”
Jack grinned up at her and did a baby plié. Jess closed her eyes a moment, willing herself not to tear up, then turned back to the monitor.
“Okay, time for Mommy to earn us some bread, kiddo. You just keep working on those dance moves so you’ll be ready for your big break when you decide to keep me in style.”
Assuming I can keep you to myself that long. Jess shivered, then concentrated on her screen. Maybe Lydia Moreland had just walked across her grave.
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December 22nd, 2009 by Amanda Young
I’m thrilled to share the brand spanking new cover the fabulous Valerie Tibbs sent me earlier this evening.
Isn’t it great?
Daywalker Legacy is a trade paperback which will contain both of my Daywalker books - Secrets & Lies and The Hard Truth. If all goes well, I hope to have it released sometime in February.
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December 18th, 2009 by Amanda Young
Please welcome Neil Plakcy to the blog, author of Three Wrong Turns in the Desert (among lots of other books). Thank you for agreeing to answer my nosy questions and share them with everyone visiting today.
Q: To begin, please share which genre(s) you write in…
A: I began in gay mystery, where I have published four novels so far about an openly gay homicide detective in Honolulu. The first was Mahu, followed by Mahu Surfer, Mahu Fire and Mahu Vice. A collection of mystery and erotic stories about my hero, called Mahu Men, is coming out in the winter, and then the next novel, Mahu Blood, in summer 2010. But I’ve always been a romance fan, too, and have published two M/M romance novels, GayLife.com and Three Wrong Turns in the Desert. I also write gay erotica, and have published a whole lot of those stories, as well as editing three erotica anthologies for Cleis Press (Hard Hats, Surfer Boys, and Skater Boys, due out in 2010.)
Q: How long did you write before you received your first contract for publication?
A: I started writing when I was fifteen, and the first story I got paid for was a piece of gay erotica called “The Cop Who Caught Me,” published in Mandate magazine when I was about 25. So ten years for a story. But my first novel wasn’t published until I was 45—a pretty long thirty years of writing!
Q: Out of all the stories you’ve written, which is your favorite?
A: Not so much a story as a character. My Honolulu homicide detective, Kimo Kanapa’aka, gets dragged out of the closet while investigating a big case in Mahu. He just wouldn’t let go of my imagination, so I started writing short stories that continued his life. Once Mahu was published I felt I could invest the time in another novel, and from there the books just kept flowing. But I also really love Three Wrong Turns in the Desert, because it’s like wish fulfillment for me—meet a handsome guy and have steamy sex and great adventures with him!
Q: Do you need to be in a specific place or atmosphere before the words flow?
A: I write a lot at Starbucks. There are a half dozen within a few miles of my home and college office, and I’ve found that I can sit down there, despite the music and conversation around me, and plunge write into writing. At home there are too many other distractions like dog, books, computer games, and my partner. (In no particular order.)
Q: What’s the strangest source of inspiration you’ve found for a story?
A: How about a hurricane? I was inspired by a pretty heavy hurricane season here in South Florida to write “Storm Report,” a fun piece of erotica about a handsome guy who my hero discovers in his yard during the eye of a storm.
Q: If you could offer one tidbit of information for new writers, what would it be?
A: Keep reading and keep writing. You improve with practice. So even if your first story is crap, or your first draft is lousy, you’ll get better if you stick with it. If writing is important to you, dedicate time to it as often as you can—every day, if possible.
Q: Do you have an evil day job or do you write full time?
A: I am a professor of English at our local community college. I focus on teaching kids to write better, and I’m always worried that their bad habits will rub off on me!
Q: Name one thing readers would be surprised to learn about you.
A: I have a temper. I may seem like a nice guy but I love a good shouting match with my partner.
Q: What’s your favorite dirty word?
A: Let’s see, is dick a dirty word? Because it’s sure my favorite body part.
Q: Do you have any tattoos or piercings?
A: No, I’m too chicken.
Q: If you could be intimate with three people (not necessarily all at one time *g*) without getting in trouble with your significant other, who would they be?
A: John Barrowman. Rupert Everett. And any really ripped gay porn star.
Q: If you won the lottery tomorrow, what would you spend the money on?
A: Retirement so I can focus on writing.
Q: Which household chore do you abhor and why?
A: I don’t like washing the dog. He’s big and shaggy and likes to shake.
Q: What’s your favorite comfort food?
A: Shell macaroni with butter and grated cheese.
Q: Do you have a favorite book or movie?
A: The book that inspired me to become a writer is A Separate Peace, by John Knowles. There’s sure a lot of gay subtext there, but I didn’t get it when I was in 10th grade.
Q: If you don’t mind sharing, would you tell us about your latest work in progress?
A: I’m polishing up a final draft of the second Aidan and Liam M/M romance. I get to spend time in Tunisia in my head with two terrific sexy guys.
Q: In closing, tell us a bit about your latest release (& share a yummy excerpt for those who aren’t yet familiar with your work)
A: My most recent book is Three Wrong Turns in the Desert.
From the moment he sees handsome Liam McCullough showering naked behind a Tunisian bar, ESL teacher Aidan Greene wants to screw the sexy bodyguard. At first, though, a dead courier and beefy hired thugs get in the way. But Liam soon convinces him — with wiles and smiles and solid logic — to join him on a race across the desert for a rendezvous with a Tuareg tribe at a remote oasis. Then nothing can stop them from getting naked and getting it on. Together they explore the passion Liam hid from as a closeted Navy SEAL, and the love Aidan’s missed after his long term boyfriend kicked him to the curb.
From the back of a motorcycle to a Turkish bath to a remote dune in the desert, these two Romeos find ways to bring each other to the heights of pleasure. So what if they’re carrying the password to a million-dollar Swiss bank account and being chased by Libyan intelligence agents determined to stop them at all costs? Love and lust fuel their passion and not even three wrong turns in the desert will keep them from surviving this adventure alive — and together.
Excerpt:
All morning, Aidan Greene kept thinking of the naked man he had seen behind the bar the day before. To shut up his subconscious he retraced his steps to the place he discovered was called the Bar Mamounia. A pair of Tunisian men sat in one corner of the bar as he pushed through the beadwork curtain once again; he couldn’t tell if they were the same men who’d been there the day before. The same bald bartender was behind the bar, this time working on what looked like accounting, rows of numbers interspersed with sprawling Arabic script. He looked up at Aidan and said, “Salaam Aleykum.”
Aidan knew that meant hello, and that the proper response was “Aleykum Salaam.” But just so the bartender didn’t get the wrong idea, he said the only other Arabic phrase he knew, “Mish bakalum arabee,” which meant “I don’t speak Arabic.”
The bartender just looked at him. Aidan pointed at a bottle of Sidi Rais, which the guidebook had said was a dry white wine, and asked for a glass in his schoolboy French.
The bartender seemed to understand. Aidan asked, continuing in French, about the man he’d seen the day before.
“Monsieur Liam,” the bartender said, pronouncing it Lee-ahm. In French, he said, “Yes, he stays across the yard.” He pointed out the window to a small stucco one-story house, hemmed in on both sides by taller buildings. A faded off-white, it had rough walls and windows that were merely slits. Closer examination showed a cistern on the roof, with a hose that ran to the shower.
Aidan drank his wine while thinking how stupid he was to have come back this way. He had a picture of the sexy, naked man imprinted in his brain, and that would have to be enough for a while. He sipped from his glass and then a voice behind him said, “The white wine in this place tastes like horse piss. You’ve got to drink the red.”
He turned around and saw Liam there. He was even better-looking up close than he had been across the yard, sexier somehow in clothing than he had been naked. His sheer physicality was awesome—his height, his brawn. Aidan’s dick sprung to attention. “Have you tried it?” he asked. “Horse piss?”
Liam laughed. “You bet. Camel piss, too. Horse is saltier.” He beckoned to the bartender and said something in Arabic. Aidan caught the words Vieux Magon, which he assumed was the name of the wine.
Then Liam turned to Aidan. “Don’t get many Americans down this way. I’m always pleased to meet another.” He extended his hand. “Liam McCullough.”
Aidan was too astonished to even tell the man his name. The fact that his fantasy had come to life, and was talking to him, was so surprising, so erotic, that all he could do was nod along. The bartender brought two balloon glasses of rich, ruby-colored wine, and Liam said, “Let’s take a table.”
He led Aidan across the room to the far corner and sat down, straddling the metal-backed wooden chair. He wore a vest of supple leather, which hung open, exposing his muscular chest, though Aidan noted that the two nipple rings were gone. Liam’s dun-colored cotton drawstring shorts reached just below his knees. On his feet, he wore a pair of brown leather sandals.
Up close, he smelled like lavender. Aidan could see that Liam’s hair was longer than he’d thought the day before, and a fuzz of light brown hair covered his chin, like a scruffy Hollywood movie star. Aidan took a sip of his wine. It tasted as rich as it looked, with notes of cherry and lemon. He’d taken a wine appreciation course back in Philadelphia, but he didn’t remember tasting anything like that.
“We’re going to be spending a lot of time together,” Liam said. He smiled, and Aidan’s heart did a quick flip-flop. “So let me spell out some ground rules. I have to know where you are all the time, and if I say you can’t go somewhere, you can’t go. You don’t know Tunisia like I do.”
He took a drink of wine. Aidan just stared at him. Who the hell did he think he was? And he’d thought Blake was controlling. Maybe he’d been wrong the day before. Suppose this handsome god of a man was gay, and he’d noticed Aidan staring at him. Or not—Blake had always said Aidan’s mannerisms gave him away as gay. The guy could have come into the bar and pegged Aidan for a quick fuck.
He had goose bumps up and down his arms at the thought of this man touching him, holding him, entering him, and he couldn’t help smiling back. It was gaydar, he thought. A straight man wouldn’t look you in the eyes, wouldn’t return a glance of interest.
Aidan’s dick, which had stiffened as soon as he laid eyes on Liam, was still jammed against the fabric of his shorts. He longed for some physical contact to confirm his feelings—perhaps just pressing his leg against the other man’s in passing, the casual touch of Liam’s fingers on Aidan’s shoulder.
They talked for a few minutes—what Aidan thought of Tunis, the sirocco wind, the taste of the wine. It had been a long time since a man flirted with him, and Aidan felt like one of the Roman ruins the guidebook said had been covered by centuries of sand, finally exposed by the desert wind. His heart beat faster and his dick pulsed in his shorts. The wine was going to his head, and he enjoyed the sense that he had no idea what was going to happen next.
Then Liam drank the last few ounces of his wine in a single gulp. “Let’s go,” he said. “I want to see your place.”
He stood up. Aidan couldn’t help it; he thought the guy was incredibly sexy. He’d always been attracted to take-charge men, though Liam was coming on stronger than any guy he’d ever met. But hey, he’d been out of the dating pool for eleven years, so maybe the rules had changed. He tossed down the rest of his wine and stood himself, unsteady on his feet.
The bartender called Liam over, and Aidan stepped out into the intense sunshine ahead of him, his eyes wincing at the brightness. It was earlier than when he’d visited the bar the day before, and there was a lot of activity on the street, young kids playing noisily, two women in head scarves and floral print dresses arguing, a motorcycle gunning just ahead.
Coming toward him, Aidan saw a man, obviously American, about his height, age and build. Looking at his face, Aidan felt a shock of recognition. It was almost like looking in a mirror, distorted a bit by age and coloring.
The man wore a dark suit, a white shirt and navy blue tie, and sweat dripped down his forehead. Tunis was hot, hotter than any place Aidan had ever been. He was sweating himself, and he was wearing a lightweight cotton T-shirt and shorts.
The man’s eyes darted left and right, as if he was scanning the street for danger, and Aidan wondered if that’s the way he looked, roaming around the streets of Tunis with only half an idea of what was going on. The traffic of the street eddied and swirled around the American, but there was an invisible barrier around him that no one wanted to cross.
The motorcycle Aidan had heard gunning came up close behind the American, and with horror Aidan watched as the cyclist raised a hand holding a gun. Three short bursts of noise blasted across the street, and the American fell to the street as the motorcycle sped away.
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December 12th, 2009 by Amanda Young
Forwarded from Victor J. Banis
Here’s a painless way to do something good for Christmas.
Please take a moment to do this. The majority of the hungry in our country are children.
Kare 11 & Land O’Lakes are donating $1 for every person who clicks on their web site. Go to the website listed below and on the top right side of the screen where it says: You Click, We Donate. It’s that easy. Please pass this along to all of your friends. The food shelves are really hurting this year.
http://www.landolakesinc.com/company/corporateresponsibility/foundation/default.aspx
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December 11th, 2009 by Amanda Young
Please give a warm welcome to Jess C. Scott, author of 4:play.
Q: What genre do you write in, and why?
A: I like writing erotic fiction, digital fiction, young adult fiction, and contemporary fiction. I like writing contemporary fiction because I like “keeping up with the times”… though I don’t really like to think in terms of the “genre” while writing — the story’s of more importance to me than the genre (though I understand the importance of the other when it comes to the marketing bit!).
Q: How long did you write before you received your first contract for publication?
A: I started writing my first novel when I was 20 (finished it a year later). I sold some short stories later; and decided to get my work out there (self-publishing route), rather than sit around waiting for an agent/editor to get things going (I’d already tried with around 600 agents). Technology empowers the individual, and I’m all for making full use of it.
Q: So, if you don’t mind sharing, would you tell us about your latest work in progress?
A: I’m currently working on a young adult series. The tone and setting is geared towards teens/younger readers, but I think adults who like mainstream fiction might enjoy it too. I’m going for something more mainstream than my first two books (which are more innovative).
Q: Out of all the stories you’ve written, which is your favorite?
A: I like them all, for different reasons. Maybe Evolution and Smooth (a speculative fiction, and erotic/solo masturbatory piece, respectively) — they were technically interesting pieces to write, and the words came forth quite naturally.
Q: Do you need to be in a specific place or atmosphere before the words flow?
A: Some peace and quiet is always nice. I’m a very intense worker, so if I need to take a break, I’ll step back and let my mind have a rest.
Q: What’s the strangest source of inspiration you’ve found for a story?
A: Real life is always the best and “strangest” source of inspiration ;).
Q: If you could offer one tidbit of information for new writers, what would it be?
A: Don’t be afraid to develop your own writing style/structure/voice. Yes, there will be people who’ll judge you, but that’s a part of life. Work hard, and play hard. Too much work burns you out.
Q: Do you have an evil day job or do you write full time?
A: If all goes well with my second university application (had some problems with transfer credits at the first school), I’ll be concentrating on completing an English/Business degree, and completing my next book. I’ve been a private English/Math tutor in the past, which was fun.
Q: What do you like to do in your spare time?
A: The following — Yoga, baking/cooking, listening to music, drawing, swimming, pondering on “my next project”, fiddling around on Photoshop, attempting to be multi-lingual (I’ll succeed one day)…and resting.
Q: Name one thing readers would be surprised to learn about you.
A: I’ve never played a game of tennis in my whole life. I do like table-tennis though.
Q: What’s your favorite dirty word?
A: Probably “fuck”, but I prefer it being used subtly, and/or sparingly. I like intensity and versatility, and I think that word covers both.
Q: What’s your favorite holiday, and why?
A: Chinese New Year — great, great food. I salivate from just visualizing the goodies.
Q: Do you have any tattoos or piercings?
A: Single ear piercings — had doubles in the past, but they got infected and closed up after a while. Have considered eyebrow, nose, and upper ear piercings, but never went ahead. Have also considered a tattoo (below ribcage, or somewhere on the upper butt), but it’s currently still more of a fantasy than a reality.
Q: If you could be intimate with three people (not necessarily all at one time *g*) without getting in trouble with your significant other, who would they be?
A: I would first coerce the S.O., but to get to the point –
1) A good dancer 2) A sensitive person 3) A horny person
All four in one would be the best (S.O. + good dancer + sensitive + horny!).
Q: If you were stranded on a desert island, what three things would you want with you?
A: 1) Sunblock/moisturizer 2) A small tin to boil water 3) Swiss Army Knife
Q: If you won the lottery tomorrow, what would you spend the money on?
A: Probably a trip to somewhere luxurious and exotic; just the way I like it.
Q: Which household chore do you abhor and why?
A: Packing my room. I enjoy washing the dishes, vacuuming the floor, but packing is annoying and time-consuming, and no matter how hard I try, it gets messy soon enough. It’s organized clutter though — I usually know what’s lying where.
Q: What’s your favorite comfort food?
A: Junk food (varies from chocolate to potato chips. I like the more exotic flavors).
Q: Do you have any guilty pleasures you feel comfortable sharing?
A: It requires mirrors, and a certain level of stamina + dexterity + flexibility…
Q: Do you have a favorite book or movie?
A: Seven Samurai (movie), and Edgar Allan Poe’s collected works. Things that will “always do it” for me.
Q: In closing, tell us a bit about your latest release (& share a yummy excerpt for those who aren’t yet familiar with your work)
A: I launched my sophomore novel in August 2009, an erotic short story collection entitled 4:Play.
Here’s an excerpt of ‘Smooth’:
It’s one of those nights. Closed the curtains and locked my room door from the start. Now I’m bringing the lights down a little lower.
This is how I like it.
I look at myself in the mirror. I love having a big mirror. I like the undivided attention.
The gear, the get-up? Nothing too fancy – no leather, feather boas, spikes or handcuffs for me. I saw a couple chained to each other by the wrist with a set of cuffs once. They were making out on the street at night.
I’m standing in a simple white camisole. The only other item I have on is a ruffled leopard thong.
I start thinking of what it’d be like, if there was a boy here.
“Hello, foxy,” he’d greet me in a low, smooth voice.
He’d be standing behind, holding my hand, the other circled around my waist.
He would lean in to nudge the loose strands of hair off the back of my neck so he could place the side of his face on the exposed area of skin there. Start kissing, exploring round the neck, gradually going up to the ears. His hands over my milky-white breasts, the tips of his fingers instead of mine, working the nipples, now becoming erect. I see them, hard and prominent against the thin silken fabric.
The first wave hits me, quick as a lightning bolt.
Things…start to spin, a little. What if this wasn’t actually my room? Where would I be? Who would I be?
~ from Black Velvet/4:Play; originally published as ‘Smooth’, by Bare Back Magazine.
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For more information about Jess C Scott, please visit her website: http://jesscscott.wordpress.com/
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December 5th, 2009 by Amanda Young
I woke up this morning to snow. Yay! (notice the sarcasm?)
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