Almost, that is. My New Book, I mean. The only part that required a rewrite was the title. So. I wrote this paranormal erotic romance, we'll call it Perpetual Pleasure because that's what it's now called, which Ellora's Cave has contracted, so dearest denizens, I have a new Romantica coming out from EC!
No, I don't have a release date or a cover yet, but isn't it exciting? Sooo exciting!! And, I don't know, a little scary maybe. I haven't released a Romantica in twenty-something months, which in publishing years is something like a decade, "And you are...?", but we won't dwell on that now, will we sweetie darlings, we have a New Book to discuss!! And so thoroughly will said literary offering be dealt with in the coming weeks and months that by the time The Book comes out you will be gagging for it or paying me to talk about something else, for example Frisky Friday.
Whatever happened to Frisky Friday? Well, nothing, I just like to research things and write thoroughly thought-out posts I can stand by. I've been formulating one about fetishes and another on the benefits of masturbation, but I have to say that when the writing flows, that's what I concentrate on and the blog (and Frisky Friday) take a backseat, as you may have noticed. When edits begin on The Book, it'll be very quiet on the Northern front. You've been warned.
What's it all about, The Book, those of you who waded unscathed through the last paragraphs ask? The story begins, as these stories often do, with a boy meets girl setup. Or rather girl sees perfect one-night stand material but seduction doesn't go as planned. What follows certainly doesn't follow our heroine's plan or her triple F system of survival: Find 'em, fuck 'em, forget 'em. She is an immortal, a twenty-six-year-old Savannahian going on two hundred and sixty. [Depending on your bloodlust... The bad news: not a vampire. The good news: not a vampire.]
No, I don't have a release date or a cover yet, but isn't it exciting? Sooo exciting!! And, I don't know, a little scary maybe. I haven't released a Romantica in twenty-something months, which in publishing years is something like a decade, "And you are...?", but we won't dwell on that now, will we sweetie darlings, we have a New Book to discuss!! And so thoroughly will said literary offering be dealt with in the coming weeks and months that by the time The Book comes out you will be gagging for it or paying me to talk about something else, for example Frisky Friday.
Whatever happened to Frisky Friday? Well, nothing, I just like to research things and write thoroughly thought-out posts I can stand by. I've been formulating one about fetishes and another on the benefits of masturbation, but I have to say that when the writing flows, that's what I concentrate on and the blog (and Frisky Friday) take a backseat, as you may have noticed. When edits begin on The Book, it'll be very quiet on the Northern front. You've been warned.
What's it all about, The Book, those of you who waded unscathed through the last paragraphs ask? The story begins, as these stories often do, with a boy meets girl setup. Or rather girl sees perfect one-night stand material but seduction doesn't go as planned. What follows certainly doesn't follow our heroine's plan or her triple F system of survival: Find 'em, fuck 'em, forget 'em. She is an immortal, a twenty-six-year-old Savannahian going on two hundred and sixty. [Depending on your bloodlust... The bad news: not a vampire. The good news: not a vampire.]
The story came to me as Alex Rising once did, in flashes of what later became the opening scene. I saw this mysterious, magnetic woman working the room at a party. She screamed sophistication and savoir faire. And she was totally fake somehow, as if it was only an act, as if she was wearing some kind of mask. There was a man in the room thinking the exact same thing, seeing right through her, and as thoroughly mesmerized and fascinated by her as I was.
The man, our hero, is a daredevil, a stunt performer. He's not looking for a one-night stand, more like a one-life stand, and he isn't sated with a quickie. But when you're immortal, as our heroine is, relationships, short-lived or long-term, aren't really an option. Your lovers aren't getting any younger and you're not getting any older. How does that work? I kept thinking about how lonely she had to be and really felt for her, but she laughed at my pity because she was doing just fine. She was immortal after all. And only human. That's what our hero will remind her of. But he doesn't understand her motivation or how she feels until later, much later. Too late?
I don't mean to be intentionally vague. I just don't want to give away too much before there's an official blurb, cover art to flaunt and excerpts to share. So what do you say? A Frisky Friday come next Friday to pass the time? The subject: fetishes. My claim: everybody's got one, or two, or a few. So do swing by! I'll show you mine if you show me yours...
Okay! Time to break out the bubbly then, good times ahead!! Tonight is Walpurgis Night, or, as it is known in these parts, Just Another Excuse To Get Wasted. Of course I can't. I have children. And more coming over later, and tomorrow, when it's May Day, our Labor Day. And how do we celebrate gainful employment? By taking the day off, naturally! It's a public holiday, a huge spring festival. Oh can you smell what I smell, that sizzling barbecue? Can you hear what I hear, the music playing? Can you see what I see...hey whoa dude, you puke on those peonies you buy me new ones!
Ah, spring in Scandinavia. I will have a glass of Fresita and think of you, sweetie darlings, slaving away. (And join you on Wednesday. *sigh*) Wish you were here!
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