Showing posts with label Lacy Danes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lacy Danes. Show all posts

Monday, September 8, 2008

Sad Sad Day…

I have been thinking about what to post today for the past week. First, I thought I should do one more post on some historic bit of information. Then I thought I should just for fun ask everyone what their favorite sex word off of my website list was. Then I simply wanted to let you all know what how very much I have appreciated being apart of this blog and the readership that we have shared. The last one won out.

I want to thank you all Celia, Pam, Janet, Kate, Sharon, and Colette for allowing me a glimpse into all of your creativity, lives, and minds. You are all beautiful, wonderful, human beings and I was honored, humbled, and inspired to be included in a blog with you all. I shall miss each and every one of you.

Readers, Thank you for you comments, laughter, questions and support of all of our kinky creative minds! I shall miss you all.

Sniffle... Sniffle... Sniffle.

Oh, what the heck, just for the fun of it, what is your favorite word/phrase off my dirty words list?

Mine is bald headed hermit used for the prick of course. Grin.

Hugs and Kisses,
Lacy.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Intensifiers/Expletives

I find when I write my first draft my heroes and heroines all have explanations that are similar… usually ones that I say often, smiles… By the time I finish writing a story I know my heroes and heroines so much better and they have developed their own individuality. I can then give them individual sayings that fit them well.

I have to admit though, finding intensifiers that fit historically can be fun. Besides the known ones of the time period, some listed below, I have the most fun with my heroines. Some of them have made up their own like “Oh poppydust!” and such. Having them use them and get all flustered is fun and well finding ones to use during the act can be an experience!

Some known Intensifiers around during the Regency are: (Of course there are many more)
Oh Monstrous!
Lud!
I dare say!
Phoo!
My Stars!
Take that!
Tally Ho!
That’s the dandy!
What the Devil!
What the Duce!
Zooks!
Egad!
Dash it!
Alas!
Balderdash!
Bloody!
Blow my dickey!
Dang my buttons!
Damn!
Fudge!
Good Gracious! (but not Goodness Gracious)
Hang! As in I’ll be hanged if it is not true!
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Huge Grin. Even reading some of them puts a smile on my face.

What are some of your favorite Expletives/Intensifiers?

Kisses,
Lacy.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Research: Going deep.

I currently do not have any writing contracts, and because I had two deadlines that overlapped each other, I decided to take a small break from writing and live a little. Part of that for me is reading… reading Non-Fiction as well as fiction.

Non-Fiction books give me inspiration, make my mind spin and swirl with ideas for new stories and life. I have a TBR pile on my nightstand that is a foot high… okay I have three stacks that high.

I know I have also talked in the past about music and how that inspires me. So I have been exploring listening to all sorts of new music trying to find something that gets me moving, makes me feel sexy, or brings tears to my eyes. The CD at the moment I cant get enough of is called Tribal deviations by Beats Antique. I can NOT sit still and listen to this band! My hips start to move on their own and I find myself twitching in my chair. LOL.

The book I am reading at the moment is called Mating in Captivity(Unlocking erotic intelligence.) The author Esther Perel. I have only just started reading it but OMG… amazing. She states in the opening of the book, her purpose… she wants to know if we can hold on to the sense aliveness and excitement in long term relationships. Is there something inherent in commitment that deadens desire? Can we ever achieve Security with out succumbing to monotony?

She wants to know if we can ever achieve what Octavio Paz calls the double flame of love and eroticism?

Octavio Paz’s quote: The original primordial fire of eroticism is sexuality: it raises the red flame of eroticism, which in turn raises and feeds another flame, tremulous and blue. It is the flame of love and eroticism. The double flame of life.

The chapters in this range from: The pitfalls of modern intimacy: talk is Not the only avenue to Closeness. To Sex is dirty; save it for someone you love: When Puritanism and Hedonism Collide.

The opening of the book has this lovely poem by D.H. Lawrence.
Wild Things in Captivity

Wild things in captivity
while they keep their own wild purity
won't breed, they mope, they die.

All men are in captivity,
active with captive activity,
and the best won't breed, though they don't know why.

The great cage of our domesticity
kills sex in a man, the simplicity
of desire is distorted and twisted awry.

And so, with bitter perversity,
gritting against the great adversity,
they young ones copulate, hate it, and want to cry.

Sex is a state of grace.
In a cage it can't take place.
Break the cage then, start in and try.


My questions for you: What are your thoughts on that poem? And the idea of sustaining desire in a long term committed relationship?

I am looking forward to hearing what Mrs. Perel has to say on the subject.


Hugs and Kisses,
Lacy.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Starting To Breathe Normal Again.

Hey all,
It feels like forever since I have blogged on here. I had a hellish deadline; two stories due at the same time… May 1st. One for Avon, one for Kensington.

I took a trip in April so that I would not be distracted by dishes, laundry, picking up kids toys, cooking, etc. I found that this works really well for me and will continue to do this in the future when I have deadlines. I suppose, who doesn't work better when you can sit in the sun and have vodka gimlets brought to you as you write! I did however gain 10lbs from eating too much chocolate and carbs. sigh.


I also had a release during this time… Animal Lust came out in March and because of my distraction and stress, I really have not had a chance to promote it/ hold contests. Etc.

I also had a site redesign during this time so if you have not seen it… stop by and take a look at my new site! www.lacydanes.com

I am starting to think proposals for my next book. I tend to get my best ideas when I am reading history books… Have no idea what I will be doing just yet.

If you have any suggestions on a good history book, social history or other, or if you have something you would love to see from me; paranormal dragons, paranormal bears, or straight historical, tell me in a comment here and I will pull a name to win a copy of Animal Lust at 9PM PST on May 13th!

The two stories I recently turned in were straight historical, but as always… erotic.

Hugs and kisses!
Lacy.

Monday, April 7, 2008

Breaking In (Futter In) Transportation

This week i bought a new car and of course that started me thinking of breaking in said car. LOL Isn't she pretty? British flags and all. wink.

I am currently writing two stories that involve scenes in carriages. One has not only sex in a carriage, the kind with two opposite seats, but a stole away. The other involves oral sex in a carriage.

Some of the carriages from the time could very easily accommodate moving futter and stole ways.


Others would be totally impractical. Though I have to admit a fondness for convertibles.


What I enjoy so much about writing transportation sex is the exhibitionism, the chance of being caught. Along with all the challenges of pulling off sex in a jostling, moving, coach. wink. One of my heroes becomes quite angry that he is denied his spend because a dog is in the road and the carriage comes to an abrupt halt. You certainly do need good balance and a lot of will to pull off moving futter.

Hope you are all doing well
I am working on two deadlines for novella's due May 1st. eek.
Hope you all enjoy the lovely spring weather.

Hugs,
Lacy.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Dreaming...

I am under major deadline pressure. I have a book due on March 1st. I also have my next book releasing this month. on Feb 26th. Animal Lust.

I have received some wonderful reviews for this book.

RT. gives Animal Lust 4.5 stars... and says...This fantastic novel keeps the reader engrossed. You'll turn page after page and not be able to put it down! Each story of the cursed Ursus brothers starts off with a bang, thanks to amazing characters, and readers will feel as if they are in Regency England. Danes is a rising talent.

Coffee Time Romance gives Animal Lust 4 cups and says... Animal Lust is not only, four steamy hot stories, about four well-developed brothers, and the four women who capture their heart, but it is engaging, wonderfully written, great dialogue, and secondary characters that even pull the reader into the midst of the tales. Lacy Danes crafts a read that is explosive. This great read entertains as the characters still linger with the reader long after the story if finished. It comes highly recommended.

Animal Lust is about 4 brothers who are descendent from a Viking clan and live in Regency England.

The first story in this book, Martian's story, the opening scene came to me in a dream.... the sniffing at the door.

The other stories just came one after the other after that. I really enjoyed writing this book... I mean who can resist Bear men?

Dreams are amazing things... some say they are your subconscious flushing bits of information you no longer need (when you have crazy weird dreams that make no sense) or that your subconscious is working on a problem you are having... but have you ever had a dream come true? I have and it is kind of freaky when it happens.

So I guess my question is... do you remember your dreams? and have you ever had any of them come true?

Lacy.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Dirty words

Writing what we do, you have to come up with words to describe body parts and acts. I have a list on my site of historic terms used for this but...
when I started writing Erotica I cringed every time I came to the BAD words. You know Cunt, Cock, Fuck, Dick, Pussy.

No matter how you try they come up... whether in dirty talk or in descriptions. These words have been around for ages.

Here are their descriptions:
Cunt: Female genitals or vagina. According to Hugh Rawson in Wicked words, 1989 it was the "most heavily tabooed of all english words." John Wilmot the earl or Rochester. 1648-1680 was one of the last to use the term openly. having just described a premature ejaculation in "the imperfect enjoyment". he wrote:"A touch from any part of her had done't:/ her hand , her foot, her very look's a cunt."

Cock:Penis from the 15th century through the 18th century this was standard english. only in the 19th century did this become vulgar. Ex. "O man what art thou when thy cock is up?" Nathaniel Fields, Amends for Ladies 1618.

Fuck: Copulate the earliest recorded use of this taboo term was in 1503 in Northern England and through its etymology is not certain it is likely derives from middle english funken or German Ficken, meaning strike. it appeared in dictionaries in the 16th century.

Dick:Penis As a common term dating back to the 19th Century Dick may be the most popular of the many names applied to the penis. It comes from the word derrick a crane that can rise up.

Pussy:Female Genitals. This usage dates back tot he 17th century.


The word that gives me the most trouble is Pussy... it raises all the little hairs on the back of my neck when I say it and when I type it. I feel foolish speaking it... LOL. I have no idea why. blush.

What are the words you have difficulty with?

Hugs and Kisses,
Lacy.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Hello From Afar

This past week I actually did some writing. Being a single mom with two jobs my life tends to be a bit on the caotic side. A friend of mine from a tinny little far away land invited me for ten days away from my fast pased unfocused exsistance.

I arranged for my X to watch the kids and I packed one very large suitcase with clothes that I mostly did not wear, and my research books, then headed with passport in hand to the airport. I was nervous; single woman traveling for the first time to another country where I did not know the language. So, I drank two glasses of wine and downed a Dramamine and I was out cold on the 9 hour flight.

I arrived in an airport that had wooden floors, something I have never seen in any airport in the US. I headed towards the man sitting in the glass booth and handed him my passport thinking to myself will he understand me if I speak?
He said in english "where are you going?"

I said "here" and smiled.

He smiled back and stamped my passport for the very first time and said "Enjoy your stay."

I walked through the power sliding doors and into the baggage claim area thinking wow that was amazingly easy.

I then left the airport for a 4 1\2 hour drive to the west coast and a beautiful beach house. I had wine… ate dinner... and then lie awake that night exhausted but unable to sleep! I had always wondered why people complain about jet lag. Now I know. I still have not quite gotten on any ones schedule but that has been okay. My trip has been relaxing and basically time has truly stopped for one week. I woke when I woke… ate when hungry… went for walks on the beach when I was awake and it was light out. (this happened only three times during my stay) and I wrote.

Yes I did just say that… I wrote.

I had been struggling to find the time to do this and then when I did find the time I was so distracted by all the other things I should be doing like taking out the over flowing trash or finally washing the dishes that had been sitting in the sink for a few days that I didn’t have the creative energy to think of what my hero should do to my heroine once he had her naked and sitting before him.

I have had a wonderful time on this escape from reality and I was curious… Do any of you do this? Take a holiday to escape and write? To leave the everyday and be creative?

I am still on holiday… Tomorrow I will explore the city and the local erotic art museum, then I will return to the real world the next day. Until then...

Hugs and Kisses,
Lacy.

PS... No English spell check on this computer. I am sure I have misspelled a few words! Amazing how dependent I have become to that feature... LOL!

Friday, November 30, 2007

Biting My Fingernails

Tomorrow my very first BDSM erotic short story will be available from Harlequin under their Spice Briefs line.
It is called The Invitation. I am nervous about this short story(it is only 22 pages in length) because it is a first on so many levels for me. One it is written in first person. eek! and Two it is more extreme than anything I have written before.

Here is the blurb...



The Invitation.

Her lover’s gift--a unique erotic toy--was accompanied by an invitation: Wear this gift and meet me on the trail at dusk. Following his direction, she wore no bra or panties under her hiking outfit. As they entered the woods, the anticipation was more than she could bear. Soon their game would begin--dominant man in control of his spirited woman--and she would glory in the intoxicating thrill of submission.
~~~~~
Oh and what the heck... here is an Excerpt.

WARNING EXPLICIT EXCERPT AHEAD!

Your lips quirk up as I reach your side. “Greet me
properly.”

My lips curl up in to a smile. “Yes, Master.” I drop to
my knees, my eyes filled with adoration never leaving yours,
then smooth my hands up your thighs. My fingers trail your
zipper and slide the fly down. You stand absolutely still,
hands clasped behind your back. I want to shake you to make you
moan. To lose the control you always hold in check, but I will
never cross that line.

My mouth waters, wanting to take you into my sweet depths,
to swallow you up, and make you hard. I slide your cock from
the confines of your pants and press the plum shaped tip to the
soft glossed lips of my mouth. My tongue slides out and circles
the head of your semi-firm cock. The smell of your sex shoots
straight to my wet labia making my cunt gape with need. Saliva
pools under my tongue and as I slide your prick into my mouth,
the slickness slips down your cock coating you with my moisture.

You taste delicious. The salty spice of your skin tingles
my taste bubs and I flick my tongue against the smooth ridge of your dick head.
The skin is loose but quickly fills, tightening over your wide penis.

I nestle your dick head in my mouth then pull back out to
the tip. Sliding back down your length, your crown gently
touches the back of my tongue. I hesitate afraid I may gag on
your thickness and pull back up to the tip. Swirling and gently
nibbling on the rim with my teeth, you moan. The sound of your
pleasure emboldens me, I want so desperately to hear more and
more of that sweet delicious sound as you capture your pleasure
and in turn I receive mine. Licking my lips I move back to suck
the large tip back deeper into my throat. To create the
sensation I know you so love.

You grasp my chin. “No. Stand.”

Damn.

The sweaty firm grip of your fingers on my jawbone washes
through me and I tremble. Even the lightest touch from you on
my skin makes me shake but when you firmly grasp me, my vision
hazes and I begin to float in the euphoric bliss that goes back
ages in time. Dominant man in control of his spirited woman.
I stand without hesitation, my eyes clouded with nothing but the
vision of pleasing you. Of giving you all my power to do with as
you wish.

You smile at me, devotion and excitement swirling in the
depths of your eyes.

God you make my knees weak.

You lead me, your fingers entwined with mine, into the
woods, away from the lake and the pretty view that we enjoyed on
our first encounter. Deep into the trees we walk neither one
of us saying a word. I wonder what you have planed but know I
will enjoy it no matter what it is.

We reach a set of trees that are equal in size and spread
about five feet apart. There is a large grouping of boulders off
to the one side which you have placed your backpack, and a
flask.

“Give me your backpack.” You hold out your hand to me.

I slide the pack from my shoulders and hand over the bag
which contains the water and warm blanket you requested.
You grasp them in one hand and with the other you grab my
hair. Tingles shoot through my scalp and you pull my lips to
yours. The warmth of your mouth devours mine, the taste of Red
Bull on your tongue as it plunges in tangling slowly, warms me
to my toes. The flavor I will forever associate with you.

My nipples pebble hard and I groan wanting to touch you to
feel your skin beneath my hands, but I stand absolutely still as
I have been trained by you to do.

You slip my jacket from my shoulders and off of me. I
shiver but more from excitement then the cold. I only want to
please you, to excite you, and bring you pleasure.

You walk me to the trees. There your fingers wrap my palm,
and you raise my arm, placing a fur lined cuff about my wrist.
The cuff is attached to the tree by rope. You do the same with
my other hand, smiling a very devious smile, then go back to
your plan. God I love that smile. It is the smile that
inhabits my every dream, my every memory of us. I tug on my
arms to see if I have any room for escape. the cuffs dig into
the base of my hand but don’t slip over.

“No escape.”

“Yes Master. You know me, I had to check.” I grin at you.

You laugh as a blindfold emerges form your pocket and you
slide it over my head. The soft fur under lining slides down
my
forehead and the last thing I see is your lips grinning at me.
Oh dear... what do you have planned?
~~~~~~~~

Eek! well there you go.
Grinning as my cheeks and other places grow warm.

What does he have planned?

To find out you can purchace The Invitaion from the eharlequin site by clicking here The Invitation

Hugs and Kisses,
Lacy.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Life and the Persuit of Happiness

I sit here today trying to think of something to write to you all... I have had a lot going on in my life of late. Being a single mom, working a full time day job that requires long hours and conversations to India in the evening, writing and having a social life(the little I get).

I had thought I would write something about research and historical sex here today, but I am too mentally tired to think of something, so you will get some questions about writing and life and families.

I am wondering how all of you do it? Balance life and writing and not get overwhelmed?

For me I can't write when I am emotionally taxed with other issues and this past year was filled with ups and downs. I miss writing daily. I always find joy in creating something that I look back on and go "wow I wrote that."

Sometimes I think it would have been easier to live in the time period that we write in. Sure there were hardships and illnesses, and I would not have been permitted to divorce, but on so many levels things were easier. Or at least they appear to have been to me. I think that is because your role was defined. woman, man, class.

In todays world especially here in America it feels like there is constant pressure to rise to the next level, to not be what you are woman, man, class. To have the best car, the best house, the best job, to do things that the opposite gender would do just because it shows you are different, better.

People seem less concentrated on the things that are important. Like relationships with people they care about. People also seem less content... Maybe I am naive about this... maybe that is part of being human. I don't know. Thoughts?

Humm I guess that is it...

Off to write.

Hugs and Kisses,
Lacy.

Monday, October 29, 2007

For Reading Out Loud

For a Friday evening's reading at Good Vibrations, San Francisco's venerable feminist sex toy/sex book/sex education/sex-everything store, what does a writer of "erotic literary delights" wear?

Well, if you're this particular writer -- moi -- who'd just celebrated her 38th wedding anniversary the night before, a red silk scarf around the neck seemed like a good idea (a la Nora Ephron's essay collection I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being A Woman). And I did, at least, wear high-heeled boots. But otherwise, I'm afraid I had to leave the glam standard-bearing to my beautiful and talented young co-readers and co-conspirators, Eden Bradley, Lillian Feisty, and our own Lacy Danes (who looked fantastic in -- well, what else but lace? -- black lace and fine black wool and fantastic stockings with straight straight black seams).

In any case, it was great appearing with these hot and elegant, charming and fun creatures. Great to be reading and listening too. Because reading out loud in public isn't as much a part of the romance-writing culture as it should be. I'm not sure why this is, though I'm guessing that it has something to do with mass-marketing. We sign and sign and sign, but (as with Jane and Colette last week) usually only read aloud as part of the erotica scene. A pity, that. I hope it changes.

I drank too much wine, but my husband (who was there) told me I managed to read clearly, and even slowly enough. Unlike my three co-readers, I've read a fair amount in public, but I still haven't completely learned to swallow the ends of my sentences. I think I'm improving, though. And Friday night was the first time in more than a decade that I read something not yet published -- which I think I'm going to keep trying to do. Even though I read out loud a lot as I write, there's something different about how one's words vibrate in the air when there are listeners around.

And what can be great about reading with a group (especially if it's a simpatico bunch), is to hear the themes and variations that weave themselves through the very different pieces the writers choose to read.

For us four last Friday night, negotiation was one of the themes. I found it interesting how seriously our work took that particular element of eroticism. For a certain sort of female erotic imagination, exotic, kinky sex seems to need a certain modicum of rule-making between participants -- and the talk, the working it out, the exchange of power and the exposure of desire are all definitely a part of the turnon. I read a little bit from the beginning of Carrie's Story where the talk of rules and procedures suddenly makes the adventure she's entering seem realer to her.

And it seemed that we writers also shared certain fascination with -- well, if not bondage, at least immobilization. It's been a perennial theme in my work, this fascinating business of, as essayist Sallie Tisdale put it, "the dream of being dominated by sex itself -- being forced, as it were, by the intensity of the sex to submit to and accept sex, be bound by sex, mastered by sex," of somehow needing to be forced to do what you most want to do.

My own contribution, from the novel I'm working on now (which still must not be named), was about the possibilities for immobilization that a tight corset might provide, for a woman in the right position (the book's set in 1829, and styles aren't really Regency anymore -- waists are getting longer and tighter by the minute). I loved trying out the images in front of an audience, and I also loved hearing how the other writers handled the situations they'd imagined their heroines into.

Anyway, it was great. To meet the readers and other writers as well. To hear our contrasting voices. Oh, and to find out when I got home, that my husband had managed to buy me a little anniversary present at Good Vibes when I wasn't looking.

So... writers, what kinds of experiences have you had reading your work in front of audiences?

And readers, do you enjoy going to this sort of event?

Why do you think romance writers do so little reading out loud?

And... (off topic but oddly important to me), what was your response to J. K. Rowling's announcement that Harry Potter's Professor Dumbledore is gay?

Friday, October 26, 2007

Monday, October 8, 2007

I know I own one… do you?

For years, dildos have played a role in sexual fulfillment. I know I own one… blushing… but hey I figure most woman do so I should not be embarrassed! Wink.

For my first book What She Craves the story CheckMate has an erotic sexual chess game in it where some of the pieces are given marble dildos. I did a bit of research to make sure that they were indeed used during this time period and found that the first documentation of a dildo is from Ancient Greece. The city of Miletus was renowned for its leather, wood, and ivory olisbos - they were sold not only in the shops of the city, but on the Mediterranean circuits they traded them. I tried really hard to find images of some of these old phalluses… but was unsuccessful! If you know of any links please let me know.

There were also paintings on Greek vases that depicted dildos, as well as some vague references to them possibly being used in deflowering ceremonies, wherein a dildo was attached to a statue of Priapus and used to prepare a young woman for marriage. And in Renaissance Italy they used wood versions which required olive oil to make them sufficiently lubricated for use.




Outside Europe, dildos had also been in use since ancient times. In China, they were sometimes made of wood, jade, and ivory; ( I did manage to find a photo of a jade one and an ivory one, Though I am unsure of time period on these. They are quite beautiful and I imagine feel quite unique.)

Hugs and Kisses,
Lacy.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Historic Spanking

I was going through my copy edits for my next book Animal Lust… and I was editing a scene where my hero Spanks my heroine when I decided I needed to take a break… I checked the blog and I read Kate’s post and the title… A Spanking new cover.

Somehow this got me on google searching for old historical spanking images…

Here are the ones I found… I am sure there are probably more out there someplace… but spanking as an erotic exercise is far from new.





The images I found are mixed… some are men spanking, and some are women spanking..

I find these images fascinating. Look at the expressions on both parties faces… the body language radiating out of the images and to us.

I especially love the one with the woman standing in the back with her bottom exposed. What is she thinking as she stands there and peeks at the man spanking the other.

I think I could write an entire story around that drawing.


Then there is this image that I found...








Thoughts?
Hugs and Kisses ,
Lacy.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Not a Regency Historical... Or Historical At All!

This past week my contemporary novella called KISS OF THE DRAGON released in the SEXY BEAST III anthology. The antho has been doing really quite well. The first few days of release the book ranked #1 on Barns and Nobles erotic fiction category.

The man on the cover is oh so sexy... He is the cover model on all of the Sexy Beast covers so far and I know he is on the next one as well.

Here is what RT has to say about the novellas.

Four Stars ~ "These wereanimal-themed stories are a sizzling set of tales with a nice range of settings. From an adventure in a werewolf family to sexy weredragons to a unique tale set in Japan involving a weretiger, each story is exciting and hot. Hawke's almost fairy tale, with its exotic Japanese setting and dreamlike atmosphere, is especially intriguing. Group, hetero- and homosexual acts are all represented."
- Romantic Times Magazine

My story is contemporary but my hero has been around for quite some time. Hundreds of years.

Here is a blurb from my story:
Meet Nora and Chester... Nora can read energies and is human, Chester is sexy weredragon. WARNING>>>> EXPLICIT SEX AHEAD<<<<<<<.


Chet strode forward to Nora. He stood before her and lightly trailed his finger tips up the soft flesh of her sides. She jumped, her skin and muscles twitching. A smile crossed her lips and her eyes held his. The black center of her eyes engulfed the brown in arousal and the smell of her spicy wet cunt made his mouth water.

Frey appeared behind her and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck to Chester’s sight. He licked his lips, staring admiringly at the exposed column of her throat. He needed to mark her delicate skin in a pattern any Dragna would be proud of. He would do it with his teeth.

He leaned forward, his tongue licking her spiced skin from collarbone to ear. Her breath deepened and his cock twitched, aching to be touched by her hands, her mouth. He needed her hot skin, he needed her. In every Dragna’s life one mate made them a better partner. Nora was that mate for him. He bit the flesh of her earlobe, breathing out warmed air from his lungs as he did.

Nora squirmed. Dragging his teeth harshly down the warmed skin, she whimpered. The marks would stay… permanently etched on her skin in his blue gold shimmer. Warmed by the fire of his breath they would never leave her body.

A mark saying to all she was his.

His hands pulled her lower body to his, the warm juices of her cunt touched his cock as he rotated his hips against her and he wanted nothing more than to sink into her.

He held himself still. Frey would have that first privilege tonight.

She gasped in delight as Frey’s tongue traced the raised flesh his mark created on her neck, spreading her thighs further and rocking her clit against Chet. The hot folds of her labia coated his skin with her increasing lust. Chet groaned and speared his brother with his gaze. Get a move on, Frey. Frey’s eyes laughed back at him as he nodded his understanding.

Frey’s tongue flicked the pulse, hammering just below her skin, then in the reverse direction marked her with his teeth. Nora cried out in pleasure and pain. The spicy smell of her pussy dripping with arousal filled Chet’s nostrils and his mouth watered wanting to taste her tartness.

Frey released his hold on her hair, and dropped to the floor behind her, spreading her butt cheeks and spearing his tongue into her juicy lips.

Frey would get to do everything first tonight. Bugger it. Not if Chet could help it, he would make her come first. He dropped to his knees and drew a slick line down Nora’s labia, flicking her clit with feathery touches. Nora groaned, her legs shaking by his ears. My Desna, she was so responsive to every caress. He could caress her however he wished and she would be in rapture.

Yes, oh yes. He would make her come and hard. His tongue circled her bud and latched on to the hard flesh, sucking, then swirling her button again.

Frey’s fingers kneaded Nora’s smooth ivory buttocks and thighs, as his tongue danced and along her slit. The heat and moisture of his tongue mingled with Chet’s and Nora’s juices as they elicited cry after pleasurable cry from Nora’s lips.
Each subtle moan and full out delightful scream made Chet’s blood rush faster, blocking all but his oiled tongue lapping and swilling in Nora’s gushing wetness. Her legs shook and jerked. She arched her hips towards him, reaching for the climax that he intended on providing her. Yes, lovely, come for me now. Come for me.

He swooshed his tongue over her clit and rapidly flicked the swollen nub of flesh. Nora screamed, her body thrashing on the restraints. Chet washed her labia with his tongue. Each hard pulse of her cunt, spilling the thick oil of her come on his taste-buds. The tart, spiced taste of her spend, hardened him to standing straight. Perfect. She was perfect.
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Hope you enjoyed!



Okay so in honor of this books release I am going to give away a copy of SEXY BEAST III and WHAT SHE CRAVES. Post a comment on this post by 9PM on 6th of September and I will pull one name from those who comment to win both.

Hugs and Kisses,
Lacy.

Monday, July 30, 2007

You Got Bottom?

I am doing research for the book I am working on and came across this wonderful book called The Age Of Scandal. It is about the late 18th Century characters of the day. Grin.


There is an interesting chapter on MEN and their test of Bottom.

What is Bottom you may ask??

No I’m not talking about testing the luscious curve or a man’s glorious bum. Though that does bring interesting images to mind. Evil Grin.

Bottom… is courage… guts…keeping your cool in stressful situations…having money to pay your way or solidity. The metaphor came from Ships.

There are some very interesting stories about things men did to prove their bottom. I laughed out loud several times reading this chapter.

Interesting enough, all that know me will not be surprised, I grinned when I read that being Flogged or Birched was also considered to show a mans Bottom(giggle… both his inner Bottom and his real one!) There is one story in it that talk about Nathaniel Eaton in 1674 A drunken Master of Harvard College in America awarded his pupils thirty stripes at a time and had beaten his usher for two hours with a walnut-tree plant big enough to have killed a horse.

Eyes widen, OUCH!

The Governor-General of India , who went to school in 1811 said bitterly: “ I was flogged once every day of my life at school except one, and then I was flogged twice.” All of this was consider appropriate to instill and prove Bottom so that they could be a MAN.

Betting was huge in proving you had bottom…such as you put your money on your word… or now days we would say where you mouth is. If you believed one thing and someone else believed the opposite putting money on your belief showed Bottom. “A bet is the most authoritative solution of any argument” said G.O. Trevelyan. They would not even spend so much as 20 minutes confronting a man who would not put money on his own faith. Betting became a mania Men would bet on anything… not only to back their opinions but also to prove bravado. They betted on things from the life expectancy of their fathers to jumping out windows into carriages passing by.

Gaming such as Hazard and loo were games of chance. It was considered Spartan to take ones fortune in ones hands and to risk it on the turn of pitch and toss. When Men lost they played like men of honor… no one ever said a word about there loss.

Fox hunting was also a way to prove Bottom in the way of Courage. If you have ever done this or attended a fox hunt/steeple chase you know why!!!! They are dangerous. Galloping hooves and high fences where you can not see the other side are a recipe for trampling.

And this is one of the silliest I think, and I like my Drink! Drinking in the form of endurance proved bottom. Two friends of locked themselves in a room with a hogshead of claret and contrived to finish it together with unspecified amounts of cherry and brandy in a week! Another said. “Drinking Claret is the liquor for boys; Port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.” I laughed… I of course love my Vodka Martini a little dirty with extra olives… but I have three at most! I can’t even imagine the hang over. Lol. Eek I think you would feel sick for days.

So All this got me to thinking… in today’s society Men do things to prove themselves some in very similar ways. Remember college and all the drinking! Woman too do things to show they have Bottom.

So my question is in what ways have you in your life shown you have Bottom??

Hugs and Kisses,
Lacy.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Obligatory visit

So this past week it was time for my annual visit to the ob/gyn. I can sense you all shuddering with joy.

As I lay back, feet in the stirrups, the topic of this post came to mind.

How little things have changed in the last two hundred years. Well, okay, they didn't have the chemistry that will show up cancerous cells on your cervix, but I recently purchased "The Amorous Illustrations of Thomas Rowlandson", having been inspired by Lacey's post, and I ask you -- does the picture below look much different from your annual ob/gyn visit?



Although admittedly, I think she's getting treatment for syphilis or some other v.d.

Apologies for the short post. If my head wasn't suffering from a cold, I'd ramble on more about it, but I'll leave that to you, dear readers!

Friday, April 27, 2007

Dirty Dictionaries


When it comes to writing sexy historicals, there’s a fine line to be tread between “understandable to the modern audience” and “accurate”. Our very own Lacy Danes has a lovely page of historical sex terms. One of my chosen references is the 1811 Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue, which I think is a later edition of an older 1750’sish dictionary. It’s mostly cant and rhyming slang, which as an Aussie I am particularly at home with. I often tell my husband to answer the “Eau de” (pronounced “ohdee”), which frequently gets a puzzled look, but “eau de cologne” rhymes with “phone”. Great if your hero is into that scene, which the original title page describes quite well:

A DICTIONARY of Buckish Slang, University Wit
and Pickpocket Eloquence


Your heroine is either taught this by a lover, is a pickpocket herself, or hung around with her brother and his university friends....

Another resource I use is The big book of FILTH: 6,500 sex slang words and phrases (ISBN: 0-304-35350-7). This is great. It dates every usage of the word, down to the decade. (It also has 30 pages of alternative words to “penis”.)

Which brings me to the problems of being accurate. Some of these words sound very silly: “torch of cupid”, “pizzle” sounds a bit odd. Even “limb” or “master of cockshire” is weird.

What’s a writing girl to do? The alternative is to get medical which is not always the best route to take. I mean, why bring the clinical into the erotic? But the best part is that there are words in modern day use that have been used since the 17th century. A happy, Anglo-Saxon, four-letter word.

People might think I’m vulgar, but hey, at least I’m accurate.

How do you deal with historical sex terms in your work? Readers: what words have made you howl?

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Erotic Reading Right Out Loud

I’m veering away from the historical discussion (although after a recent post, I’m ready to chant “nub, nub, nub!” just to get Jane going) and into another erotic realm.

Last week, Lacy and I (and some others) participated in an erotic reading at Babeland in Seattle. It was the second time I’ve ever written my work aloud, and the first time it’s been the erotic stuff. It was a lot of fun, listening to the readings and looking around the store at the toys available. (If you haven’t guessed, Babeland is an adult store.) Drinkies afterward was fun too but if I shared any of that, Lacy and the others would have to kill me, I’m sure.

(Yes, that's me, reading in front of floggers and harnesses and blindfolds, oh my!)


And yes, I did buy a toy -- the iBuddy, in fact, which you can plug your iPod or other mp3 player and vibrate in time to the music. I haven’t tried it out yet. I mean, I can’t call it an excuse for research, as I’ve already written the book where the modern-day heroine takes bag of toys back to the Regency period. (ONE MORE TIME, out in December.)

So I won’t. *wicked grin*

Back to the erotic reading. There were six of us rotating through the evening and it made me realize some things that are incredibly important to reading something erotic aloud.

For one thing, you can’t get off on what you’re reading because you’re in a room packed with people.

I glanced up occasionally to gauge response, but really couldn’t tell. One guy left during my reading and came back later, but I’ve no idea if that means his cell phone went off or... well, something else.

So here are some tips to reading erotica aloud and in public:


  1. It is a story, like any other, and should be read as if you were telling it, not reading it: with interest and intensity. Vary the cadences of your voice. I found when I practiced at home, I was in a monotone, so I made an effort to brighten it up a bit. (No idea whether this worked.)
  2. Use slightly different voices for different characters: for example, I went slightly higher for the heroine, and slightly lower for the hero.
  3. Remember to breathe. (Almost forgot that one the second time up.) Pause between sentences, paragraphs and so on.
  4. Given the language, treat explicit words as any other garden variety word -- unless its in dialogue and then say the dialogue how your character says it.
  5. Explain the scene set up before you start. (Hmm, maybe I should’ve listed that one first.) It helps the listeners get more involved with the story if they know what’s at stake.
  6. Revel in the wit. Relish telling the story. Grin at appropriate moments and pause for laughter.
  7. (And I learned this from observing one of the other authors) Schmooze your audience during the breaks.


I’ve written a scene in SHOW ME (which also has a fair amount of “historical” sex toys in it) where the heroine reads aloud to the hero. But he’s touching her at the same time, so it was definitely a different demographic, reading aloud to a room filled with people.