The piece above really sings to me -
I’m 1/11th ornery when it comes to Ravenous Romance’s Ornery Eleven Blog Tour.
Oh, does that sound a bit too ornery for you? No worries. You can always add a dollop of cream to soften up the sometimes bitter, ornery taste.
Stop over for a cup and leave a comment.
See ya there,
Unless you want, or perhaps you need me to use my, CRACK! whip, don’t forget to purchase a copy of the Swing Anthology, which has been released for publication today!
Why do you write erotica and what do you love best about it?
NB: I like the genre of eroticism because it celebrates sexuality, rather than stifling it. Maybe that’s important to me because of my strict religious upbringing, where sex wasn’t talked about. Eroticism gives me lots of freedom as a writer to strip away pretense and expose a character’s, raw emotions and vulnerability. Hmmm…and I think that’s where all the good stuff lives.
Tell us about your story in Swing! Adventures in Swinging by Today’s Top Erotica Writers and please feel free to give us an excerpt.
NB: When I sit down to write a story, I usually have a cause and effect approach to why the character chooses a particular path. In my story, The Party, my character’s desire to Swing was a taste she acquired trying to please her now, ex-husband:
“…In the beginning years of our marriage, my ex-husband used to call me babe, and I remember how much I loved the way he would say it, “Baaaabe.” He’d draw out the letter a, and his voice was incredibly tantalizing–sexy; deep and raspy. He would smile at me from across the kitchen table; his half-lidded bedroom eyes peering over his coffee mug and implore to me, “Baaaabe, would you do something for me?”
I realized later he would call me babe when he wanted me to do something for him, which he knew I wouldn’t necessarily be open to. Sometimes, he would ask me to do things that he knew made me feel uncomfortable; disguising his requests with his good intentions, pushing me up against my boundaries. As I sat next to him by the pool that day, he looked over to me, raised his left eyebrow; grinning sheepishly as he sipped on his pina colada, and softly coaxed, “Baaaabe, having sex with strangers will help to make our marriage stronger.”
Later, I came to detest it when he called me baaaabe. It’s funny how the one thing you love about someone can be the single thing you come to despise.
I was stunned and my immediate response was outrage as I gathered my things and stormed back to our room. He followed me; pleading that he loved me, but he wanted to try new things sexually.
“Why didn’t you talk to me about this before booking this trip to hedonistic island?” I asked crying, betrayed.
“Because I knew you’d react like this. I thought if we came down here in a peaceful setting and experienced non-monogamous sex together; it would help ease us into trying something new; something hotter and sexier.” He said still pleading.
“So, what you’re saying is you want to cheat on me?” I asked still crying.
“No. I want both of us to have the opportunity to experience heightened sexual encounters outside of our marriage bed. I love you Baaabe…won’t you do this for me; for us?” He finished solicitously as he stood in our room, hands on his hips.
As I mentioned earlier, I wanted to please my husband and what I came to realize later, was that somewhere buried inside me was the desire to experience sexual relations outside my marriage also. Maybe it was because I’d only ever known one man sexually, my husband, or maybe there was something that had always burned inside me, but I didn’t realize it until my husband gave me permission to act on those lurid feelings….”
Name some other books where we can find your work.
NB: Well, first of all, I’m thrilled and truly honored to be a part of this amazing anthology. If Jolie du Pre lived closer, I’d probably get down on knees and kiss her pretty feet. I’m relatively new to writing within the genre of erotica, but I did write and publish my first novel this year, Sex through the Zodiac. My short stories can be read in the on-line magazine Oysters and Chocolate, and these listed anthologies: Erotica of Every Flavor, Sex and Shoes, Ambrosia, and Men in Shorts.
What are you working on now?
NB: My big project is researching and writing a screenplay. And yes, the topic is definitely sexual. I’m also continuing to juggle and write short stories for various erotic submission calls.
If you could offer one piece of advice to a new author, what would it be?
NB: Don’t take rejections personally, because every writer gets rejected now and again. Whatever you do, don’t ever give up on your dream to write.
The next Swing Tour blog stop is Claudia Moss, next Monday, April 27th. Be sure to swing over and check her interview out.
Also, please join the Swing party at Yahoo today from morning until midnight. Chat with Jolie and other contributing Swing authors. There will be Swing prizes too! See you there.
On Monday morning as I was trying to hurry and get out the door to an appointment, I realized it was pouring down rain, and it was cold. My customary flip flops just wouldn’t do. I went into the basement to retrieve a pair of more practical shoes, like wading boots. As my bare feet stepped off the last wooden step and onto the cold, basement floor, I came face to face with the drizzling fact that there was water all over the basement floor.
Holy crap! There’s water in the basement! Was it from the rain? Were the basement walls leaking? Did I leave a window open down there and water had seeped in? Did aliens land in my basement while I was sleeping, and drip watery, alien fluid everywhere? No. No. No. And no to all the above questions.
It was my water heater. It was leaking something fierce. It was my water heater that’s only 6.5 years old. My water heater was leaking. It was leaking water all over my basement floor. Oh crap! Sorry, that’s a repeat.
Two days later and cough, cough, $750 later, I have hot water again. It’s like a heat wave at Neve’s house. I know this seems silly but I’ve done two loads of laundry, ran the dishwasher and I might take a loooong shower.
Wanna come over? It’s like a heat wave here!
p.s. Yes. I know I’m a dork. I love Linda Ronstadt.
of San Fransisco….Highly esteemed erotic author, editor and my friend M. Christian will be editing the anthology, Sex in San Fransisco/Erotica With a City by the Bay Kink.
And just in case you were not aware, he currently has a call out for submission requests for this project.
Let me see…sexy city, sex with a kinky flare and M. Christian as the editor? Um, where do I sign?
Select here for submission guidelines.
Some of you might remember last month when I posted an excerpt from my novel, Sex through the Zodiac celebrating the birth month of the sun sign, Aries. Roxanne had stopped by and we put a dent in my bottle of tequila while talking about her sexcapade with her Aries lover, Scott. We decided then to continue and celebrate each sign, every month by giving an astrological overview and also sharing an excerpt of Roxanne’s, ahem, sexual zodiac knowledge -
Today marks the first day of Taurus. What do we know about these earthy, sensual bulls?
Taureans are the second signs in the zodiac; ruled by the planet of love, which isVenus. Taureans have a love for beauty and harmony. Taureans are tenacious, artistic, musical, and love food. It’s been said the way into a Taurean’s heart is through his/her stomach.
I checked in with Roxanne to have her confirm these few Taurus facts and she reminisced about Greg, the bull she bedded down (actually it was on her couch) in Sex through the Zodiac. Here’s an excerpt from Roxanne’s sexual experience with Taurus:
“…I tilted my blond head to one side, trying to figure out his zodiac sign and at first I thought I’d somehow stumbled upon another Virgo. Greg had those earth sign traits: Practical, warm and sensuous. “Can I take you to dinner sometime?” he asked me, squaring his stance as he placed his hand on his hip, still holding onto his coffee with his other hand. It looked as if he was going to scrape the floor with the bottom of his shoe, lower his head and charge toward me. Although his request was sudden, his approach was stead-fast and thoughtful. Then it hit me. Greg was a Taurus.
Taureans aren’t interested in flashy clothes and those that name-drop. Their juices start flowing once they learn that their love interest has a constant paycheck coming in as well as money in the bank. Taureans love beautiful surroundings and have a strong interest in the great outdoors. I mentioned this already, but it’s important enough to say twice; bulls love food. The fastest way to a Taurus’s cock or pussy is to start with their stomach. Leave a trail of hearty and healthy food leading straight to your bedroom and in no time your satisfied bull will be returning the favor by offering you his stiff dick, or wet and juicy cunt for dessert….”
Happy Birthday Taurus!
It’s been said, it’s better to have tried something and lived to regret it than to never have tried at all. Do you agree or disagree with that statement?
A couple weeks ago I set off early on Saturday morning so I could make an 8:00 a.m. Spin class. As I merged on the freeway, I saw a disoriented black dog walking along the left shoulder of the freeway. First of all, let me tell you how shocking it is to see a dog on the freeway. I was in the far right, or slow lane. I did a double and then a triple take of the situation. In a split second, my mind raced: I could either try and make my way over to help the dog, and potentially get killed by a semi-truck, or I could keep going. I kept going. I called the police and let them know about the dog. Why didn’t I stop though? Should I have stopped? Is my Spin class so important that I couldn’t stop? Can you tell this has haunted me ever since? And I feel horribly guilty about it.
This morning, I was awoken to a loud shrill, almost like a child screaming. My mew-meow, Stache leapt to the window. I pulled the covers back and padded my bare feet across my wood floor to peer out the window and onto my lawn below. I could see that the cat that lives next door had caught a bird. The sound I heard was the bird screetching in terror, as other birds squawked and made other strange high-pitched sounds while they hovered over the scene of the crime. I threw on some clothes quickly and ran downstairs and into the early morning. I shooed the cat away from the fledgling bird. It was a Robin. And it was still alive. The bird flipped over onto its stomach and after about 10 minutes, flew away.
I feel I help save that bird today. I intervened with nature though. And is that wrong of me? Why did I save the bird from the cat, but not the dog on the freeway? I have regret for not stopping that early Saturday morning. And if I could rewind the clock, I would do things differently.
What about you? Do you have any regrets you’d like to share?
“No mam, we’re musicians.” Dan Akroyd and John Bulushi/The Blues Brothers.
Blue skies and sunshine are pouring down on Cleveland today. And I’m in a tickled mood.
Last night, I was out until the wee hours of the a.m.; listening to my friend, piano-lyricist, Harry Bacharach and saxophonist, Jim Cirillo as they made their debut appearance at Nighttown. They’ve hit the big time, folks.
Are you wondering if I drank one, two, three, four, lost track many beers last night and I’ve somehow misplaced a few of my brain cells today? After all, how the hell does this relate to the classic film, The Blue’s Brothers? Well, you see, Harry wears really dark sunglasses when he’s jammin’ on the piano, and Alison Tyler recently commented on revisiting The Blue’s Brothers in one of her posts…so for some reason, Elwood and Jake quotes are swimming around in my head today. See, now it all makes perfect sense, right? No? Well, just humor me, would cha’?
Okay, back to researching and writing.
has a new blog address. Go here to check it out. Wave and give him a big, sweet and southern style welcome to the blogland world. His thoughts and comments will be a great addition to our erotic group. Yah!
Please join me beginning on Saturday, April 18th as eleven authors all published with Ravenous Romance take a turn hosting and answering a set of interview questions for 13 lucky days!
Ravenous Romance is offering gift certificates throughout the tour, but you’ll have to travel to each blog stop to find them, because like a pots of gold, I don’t know where they’re hiding. There will be plenty of great conversations and other free giveaway goodies on the tour too. I’ll see you all on the tour bus bright and early Saturday morning!
Tour dates as follows:
Saturday, 4/18 – Zhadi’s Den - Introduction tour stop.
Sunday, 4/19 – Jennifer’s Random Musings, hosting: Elle Amery
Monday, 4/20 – Zhadi’s Den, hosting - Lisa Lane
Tuesday, 4/21 – Talk About My Favorite Authors, hosting - Angela Cameron
Wednesday, 4/22 – Kissa Starling , hosting – Em Lynley
Thursday, 4/23 – The Countess, hosting – Jamaica Layne
Friday, 4/24 – PNR Inklings Blog at ParaNormal Romance, hosting - Sephera Giron
Saturday, 4/25 – Wicked Thorn and Roses, hosting – Isabel Roman
Monday, 4/27 – Sia McKay, hosting – Neve Black
Wednesday, 4/29 – Bryn Greenwood, hosting – C. Margery Kempe
Thursday, 4/30 – Bookwenches, hosting - Savannah Chase
Friday, 5/1 – Neve Black, hosting – Inara LaVey
Saturday, 5/2 – Night Owl Romances - Final tour stop.