May 25, 2015

Talking Shop: Bisexuality and Reflections in Romance

I read a blog recently about coming out as bisexual, and it got me thinking. I hadn't realized until recently there's such a controversy about bisexuals and their place in the LGBTQ spectrum. We seem to fall between the cracks when it comes to gay issues, maybe because we can "pass" for straight. There are those who feel bisexuals aren't truly BI-sexual, but straight and "confused", or gay and "pretending".

 


I've been fortunate in that I've never run up against biphobia in my own experience, but it saddens me to see it exists, just as much as any other phobia against the LGBTQ community. And of course, much like the other orientations and gender identifications on the spectrum, bisexuals are greatly under-represented or mis-represented in romantic fiction.

May 22, 2015

Self-Published Short: Equinox



getBook.at/Equinox



He is the only mate she will ever want...

Sara can only change shape into a human body once a year, on the night of Ostara when the Goddess is said to return to her maidenhood—on that night and that night only, Sara will finally have the chance to be one with the man she loves.

 

A new $.99 Fantasy Short Story by Brantwijn Serrah

 

Available at:

Amazon KDP Select

 



Also on GoodReads

Friday Free Read: "The Shed", Audio Excerpt

This recording is NC17 and contains graphic sexual content. You may want to listen with headphones!

(If you aren't able to listen to the audio, the text version is posted below)

 





May 19, 2015

Wednesday Writing Challenge: The Key

Welcome to the Wednesday Writing Challenge!

Every Wednesday, I pose a new writing challenge here on the blog. These challenges come from books on writing, classes I've taken on creative writing, or sometimes just from my own imagination. If you're an author, hopefully they will help you get your writing juices flowing and help you improve your craft.

 

 

??  Want to Participate  ??

The Wednesday Challenges are open to all readers. In order to participate, simply comment on the challenge post with your response to the exercise. Not only is it good practice, but you could win something nifty and fun!

 


May Prize: A e-copy of the newly re-released novel, His Cemetery Doll!

 PLEASE REMEMBER YOU MUST BE SIGNED UP FOR THE NEWSLETTER. OTHERWISE I MAY NOT BE ABLE TO NOTIFY YOU IF YOU WIN!

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 And now...

***Here's Today's Challenge!***




You wake up with a key gripped tightly in your hand.  How did you get this key?  What does it lock or unlock?

 

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Give me your best, darlings!!

May 18, 2015

Talking Shop: Taking Matters Into Your Own Hands, Part 2 - Blogs

This week we're continuing our look at steps to increase your visibility and presence--your author "brand"--on social media in cyberspace. Last time we discussed the two most common social media platforms, Twitter and Facebook. Today, it's time to discuss: 

 

 

Do you have to have a blog? Possibly not, but the benefits of having one far outweigh the "costs". Since most blog sites are free, you're mostly talking about time, effort, and upkeep when it comes to your investment in the blog.

 

Why is a blog important for indie authors?


May 15, 2015

Friday Free Read: Honey, I'm Home



“Honey?”


I kicked the front door shut behind me, juggling my jacket and purse and shuffling the mail in my hands.  The dog yipped over my arrival, jumping up at my feet and panting with glee until I managed to free myself from the jumbled chaos enough to scratch behind her ears.


“Hon, are you home yet?” I called out.


“In the bedroom,” Ryan called back.  I put down my coat and bag, shuffled through the last few articles of mail before tossing aside the coupons, examining the telephone bill as I made my way down the hallway, removing the clip in my hair with my free hand.


“I’ve been thinking of upgrading to the cable bundle,” I muttered as I entered our master bedroom, still poring over the bill statement.  When I looked up, though, all thought of bills went out of my head.


Ryan lounged on the bed, naked except for an open button-up shirt.  He was patiently nursing a beautiful erection, grinning at me as I absorbed the sight of him, naughty and eager.


“I need sex,” he said simply.


Really?” I murmured, surprised.  He nodded, and I dropped the phone bill onto the dresser and crawled up on the bed next to him, kissing him with a giggle. 
In a matter of minutes he had my shirt up, over my head, and was stripping off my bra as I wriggled out of my skirt.  When only my lacy panties were left he lay back, pulling me on top of him.  His cock was savagely hard as a gently rubbed the crotch of my panties against him, laughing happily.




“I love the… honesty, hon,” I murmured, leaning down to nibble his earlobe.  His hands ran down my back, to my buttocks, squeezing enthusiastically.  His raging erection pressed hard against me and I sat up again momentarily shimmy down my panties and kick them off.


“Shush,” he muttered between kisses.  “Sex.”


“Yes, sir."


His cock was full and hard as he slid it into me, and I uttered a quick gasp, lifting my hands up to my breasts and running my thumbs over my nipples.  Ry rocked me up and down, the slick, smooth feel of his cock invading me again and again.  I rode on it with a smile; he slipped his hands around my hips and bounced me on him—I cried out as I felt him deep inside.  I couldn’t believe how quickly the feel of his fucking got me wet and slick: just two minutes ago I had been wrapped up in my work clothes and thinking about the phone service, and now I was being practically split open by my husband’s hungry erection as I bounced up and down on him.


I leaned forward, wrapping my arms under Ryan’s neck and tilting his head up to kiss him as he thrust.  I squeezed my tits against his chest and he squeezed my ass hard, growling playfully.  He was hot, banging me hard, guiding me up and down on his ferociously demanding cock as I giggled and lavished attention on his  lips, running my tongue along his, nipping at him, moaning between kisses.


With a quick cry of pleasure I shot up again, riding hard, grinding down as my orgasm began to build.  Ry’s eager thrusting came faster now; he gripped my hips hard, moaning. 


He came first, explosive and hard, the hot force of his climax throbbing deep in my pussy.  I ground my hips down on him as he pumped his cum into me, and he held me there, keeping me tight around his cock as it spurted stream after stream into my hot, wet sex.

When he was done, I rolled off of him, moaning as I lay on my back and stretched out my arms overhead in joy.  His come ran out of me and I pressed my thighs together to try and keep his hot semen inside me.

Ry rolled over, leaning on top of me and kissing me deeply.


“Thank you, baby,” he murmured.  “I’m sorry, I just needed sex.”


“It’s okay,” I giggled happily, taking his hand.  “But now, of course… you’re going to have to finish me.”

He smiled, and kissed me again.  Letting his hand stray down between my legs, he slipped two fingers into my dripping, quivering cunt.