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Showing posts with label vampires. Show all posts
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Monday, 30 December 2013

Just let the writer write


Okay, so you all know you cannot at any time have sex without a condom. There are diseases you can get and there’s the whole pregnancy thing and some would say it’s not ‘nice’ dealing with sticky stuff. What? You've heard all that before?  It’s not what you believe?  Oh, you don’t care for the dictates of others? You’re saying you can do as your conscience sees fit and you are aware of consequences? Wow…well, okay, if you have a mind of your own that’s your choice. 

Here’s the thing, stories are just that – made up fiction. An author has an idea. They write it. It may or may not be based on their beliefs. A reader buys a story and reads it. The reader has a mind of their own. They read and evaluate using their belief system. It’s a no-brainer really. When someone reads a story with vampire sex – chances are pretty slim of sleeping with a vampire  - but if the question came up then the reader would make a decision based on her beliefs and not on what was written in a story. Sex with a condom or without a condom – same thing. A reader isn’t instantly going to change her sexual preferences based on whether a writer has a to semen or not to semen ethic. And writers? Hell, they’re not responsible if you get pregnant by a gargoyle just because the heroine in their story did. Gargoyle sex is a personal preference and not a decree by an author.

No writer is ever going to say in a story have sex or don’t have sex or use a condom or don’t use a condom or don’t ride a cowboy or be sucked by a vampire during sex or have gay sex, lesbian sex, man on the moon sex, clown sex…ok, I am going to draw the line at clown sex because clowns are creepy. It's no ones business what anyone else does - except for the clown thing of course. That'll send you straight to hell.
  
The thing is everyone is accountable for their own lives. No book or story or any piece of romantic or erotic fiction is going to make you do something you know in your heart you’re morally against. I wouldn’t expect that of anyone. I do, however, think some publishers are getting sillier by the second when they assume readers cannot make judgments for themselves and that as publishers, what makes their teeth grit, is not necessarily a moral indicator of what’s good and bad in the world. Sure, sure, they know what the trends are. They don’t want to buck the system. Buck it I say. Let the individual decide for themselves. Trends only come about when someone challenges the norm. 

Years ago, when I was writing for Ellora’s Cave, and every hero had to have condoms on or else you wouldn’t get published -  it’s probably still the same at EC -  I had a reader email me saying she liked one of my stories but she was – SICK OF CONDOMS!!!! I CAN MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS ABOUT SEX!  STOP THE CONDOMS! Yes, it was all in capitals. I’ve never forgotten it. I have it somewhere in my files. And I thought then as I do now, yep the woman is right. Readers are individuals who will read sex on their terms and make decisions based on their beliefs as to whether there is latex snapped on or not. 

Just let the writer write.           



Friday, 4 January 2013

Your basic Houdini move…


So, it was suggested to us when we hit Green Island – 45 mins by catamaran from Cairns - to use a stinger suit. See picture. This covers your head to your toes. Why the suit? It’s stinger season in FNQ (Far North Queensland) and being in severe pain or dead isn’t a good look unless you’re a vampire – I say this as I’ve started reading the Anita Blake series on Vampires and I have a thing for Jean Claude at the moment…read the series – you’ll know what I mean…anyway back to not wanting to be dead….so I got the suit and put it on. It’s not flattering. It’s like wearing a big condom. Now, not having penis, I’ve not actually worn a condom but it looks to be as non comfortable as that. 

The thing was a stinger suit it’s an absolute bugger to get off from your shoulders. I kid you not. I could not get the damn thing off my shoulders. I have good set of girl shoulders on me. Peeling tight lycra off those?  Hard. Difficult. A total embuggerance. I unzipped down the front and for the life of me I could not get the same fabric off my shoulders. I pulled and wiggled and swore. No good. I swore some wore. I ripped at the fabric. I whirled around aimlessly in a circle swearing as I tried to pull it off my arms. I sweated a lot, red faced with my boobs sticking out from the unzipped front. Waaay too much information for onlookers. And then I remembered that Houdini movie with Tony Curtis and Janet Leigh where he dislocated his shoulders to free himself from a straight jacket. I composed myself. I crossed my arms in front of me and thought as Houdini would. I took a deep breath and pulled at the lycra. Nothing. Fucking Houdini. What did he know? After a lot more swearing and weird body contortions that I am sure will turn up on an episode of that Neanderthal show ‘Funniest Home Videos', I pulled the stinger suit off and threw it across the beach. I swore then, in my best Scarlett O’Hara voice “As god is my witness, I will never wear a stinger suit again.”

So, I snorkelled without one. Did I get stung? Nope. What bloody stinger in its right mind is going to latch on to me? The picture below is of lovely driftwood on Green Island. I really wanted to take it home with me... 

Monday, 26 November 2012

You know when you’re totally bored at work and you start having thoughts like…



- What would happen if Martians landed at the office looking for intelligent life? Would they be disappointed?
- Do beautiful people get bored shitless or are they in jobs as beautiful as themselves and everything is – well – beautiful?
- Are beautiful people shallow?
- Are non-beautiful people deep?
- River deep, mountain high – a profound emotional image or just stating the facts?
- If a zombie hunter came in and rounded up all the office zombies and took them away in chains would I notify corporate office first or have lunch and then mention it in an email the next day supposing I remembered to?
- Can you die from not having sex?
- Can you die from too much sex?
- Are vampires picky when it comes to blood type? Was that mentioned in Twilight?
- If mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy, what about cows? Why don’t they get mentioned? Is it discrimination? If so how do we combat that?
- Are boring people born boring or do that have boredom thrust upon them?
- Thrust or parry?

And the boredom beat goes on… 

Wednesday, 7 September 2011

The Perils of Paula...out now...


Paula Prince is destined to become a hero. But evil lurks in the shadows. There are those who seek to destroy her before she can fulfill her destiny. However four noble men will not let that happen. Their job is to protect and serve those like Paula.

But what of love? That’s the last thing Paula expects. Her life is a mess. Is she falling in love with the protection her boys offer? Can the love of the dark vampire make her accept true love can come at any time?


Be Warned: multiple partners, anal sex.

Excerpt:

Paula rolled over, her thigh rubbed against one man, her hands reached out for another. She smiled. “I’m naked and in bed with two men. Can life get any better?” Her fingers strayed down to one cock as her ass pushed against the other. “Anything this good has to be wrong somehow.” She hadn’t felt this happy or desirable in ages.
“How can it be when it feels so right?” One of the men asked, his lips fastening on her breast.
The suction on her nipple was amazing. Paula sighed and closed her eyes as the fingers of her other lover slide into the crack of her ass. Paula shivered slightly as one digit probed her anus. She was exhausted from being plowed by cock. But it was a good exhausted. A happy tiredness that had Paula feeling more alive than she had in ages.
“My turn.”
Paula held her breath and looked at the dark haired man who entered the bedroom. He was gorgeous, as they all were. But this man? There was something more to him. Every time Paula saw him her heart skipped a beat. It was madness of course.
It’s not like we could ever be more than just lovers and yet...
Paula shook her head. There was no place for ‘yets’ in her life. This was what it was. He had made no mention of love or forever so wanting such was pure whimsy on her part. This was pure sex with gorgeous men and wishing it was more was pointless. That she was in bed with two lovers and a third wanted to join in should be taken as just that. While other women might not have understood it, being with multiple lovers made Paula feel good about herself and them. So
why ruin it with crazy wishes?
“This is not the time to think, sweetheart. I need to fuck you and I know you need me.”
Paula smiled at the frankness of his need. To give in to desire and not worry about what others thought gave Paula a sense of relief. She could be who she wanted to be without others questioning. Paula saw the look of lust in the eyes of the dark man. She felt the same way. Desperately. As for the other men? They were lovely, desirable, and fun to be with. But the dark haired man? He was different. Paula felt a hunger for him she never dreamed she would feel for another. I know I’ll starve when I walk away from him. And she would have to. Paula knew that.
This is not my life.
That she was under the command of these men was thrilling. They were aiding and protecting her, and no one had done that in a long time. It was nice to rely on another’s strength. But one day that protection would no longer be needed, and then what? She pushed at the head of the man at her breast and decided to ignore worrisome thoughts and enjoy the moment. “Sorry, boys. You heard the man.” I need to be with him for however long this lasts.
He reached out his hand to her. To not take it wasn’t something Paula would have considered. He extracted her from between the other two men and started to lead Paula to another room.
A fourth man appeared, tugging on his dick. “What about me?”
“The lady is mine for now. Come back and join us later.”
The blond haired man nodded and left.
I could so easily be yours forever. Paula followed her dark lover. They came to a halt in the cool, white bedroom. He kicked the door shut, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. Paula collapsed against him. It was the sort of kiss that made her feel like all the bones in her body had turned to jelly and she needed his support, his touch, to keep her strong.
“Sweetheart?” His lips left hers and his tongue trailed down to her jaw line.
“Yes?” Paula knew what he was about to do. She craved the need for the hot, raw heat to surge within her once more.
“You know, this doesn’t solve our problem.” His teeth grazed the skin of her neck.
Paula shivered and held him closer. “No, but as a diversion, it’s fantastic.”
He laughed and slapped her ass. “Yes, but I need to protect you from the shadows. I need you to be safe.
“I only care that you want me.” Her eyes locked with his. Paula knew in her heart this wasn’t a one-sided attraction.
“Oh, I do.” His voice was soft and full of need. “I can’t believe after all this time I’ve found you.”
“But the other boys—”
“They give you pleasure and I could never deny you that.”
I love him. It would have been crazy to say the words out loud, but she knew in her heart it was true. How long they would be together was unknown. All Paula could do was live for the moment. “Let me give you pleasure.” She tilted her head so her neck was fully exposed to his mouth. “Please.” For however long this lasted, Paula wanted to please her lover.
His mouth descended on the thin, pale skin just above her jugular vein and kissed it in a slow, sucking motion.
Paula closed her eyes and held on for what she knew would come next. As his fangs pierced her skin, she cried out but not in fear. It was a cry of satisfaction that her lover could find what he needed in her. “Oh, darling…”
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Monday, 11 July 2011

Random thoughts # 19108…a, b, c, d...

"I wonder if everyone realizes I'm just spewing my mental crap on the page..." author Willsin Rowe

Write what you know… a load of bollocks or a way of keeping people line? You know I can’t help but wonder how many of us have met or intrinsically know all about vampires, dragons, multi-partnered ménage, gay romance, BDSM or cowboys etc. I would hazard a guess and say not a lot. Writing is all about imagination, making up worlds and lying your arse off…really when you think about it if you acted that way in real life, out on the streets in the non-writer world, you’d get arrested or in trouble in a way you don’t want to know. So why do writers lie their arses off and make up stories? Why do people need to read about vampires et al falling in love? Yes, yes, you can talk about Mary Shelly and Frankenstein and how that has endured over time but is a sensitive werewolf in a ménage with a gay vampire and an oriental school marm with a powerful need for fetish, lesbian sex going to endure just as well? Hmmm…no. Have we lost the art of writing deep and meaningful stories due to quick fixes, pop psychology and easy money? Ah...yes…I believe we have. Do we want to find our way? Nup, too hard...reality detour this way...mind games to the left.

Monday, 14 March 2011

When Honesty Isn’t Always the Best Policy~Julie Lynn Hayes


Warning: Possible spoilers for second season Queer as Folk if you’re slow like me and are just now watching it.
Okay, so in today’s episode of Queer as Folk, we have people being less than honest with one another: Mike with Ben about his leaving for Tibet for six months; Ted with Emmett about his newfound feelings of love; Justin with Brian about his feelings for Ethan, the violinist. The simplest thing to do would be to be honest and admit the truth, right?
Wrong. Then you’d lose the bulk of the episode, spent in wrestling with the consequences of keeping the truth hidden, and the drama involved in wondering if it will come out or not.
Drama. It’s what our stories thrive on, what they’re built on. Drama in one form or another. If you take away the drama, you’re left with characters with happy lives, and while that may be good for them, it’s bound to turn away most, if not all, of your readers.
Why is that, you ask? Is it because our readers and/or viewers are sadistic voyeurs who like to watch the pain and misery which life inflicts on others? No, far from it. It’s because we’re all human, and when we watch the trials and tribulations of the characters in stories, we can sympathize and empathize with them, and get into the story more, because haven’t we all been there, done that? It gives us something to cling to, to identify with, and to care about.
Okay, maybe they’re your babies—of course they are—and you hate to inflict pain, but there is that saying, no pain, no gain. And it’s true, at least in terms of drama.
I used to watch As the World Turns, for over thirty years, and I came to the conclusion that the characters just needed to be honest with one another, that the truth has a way of coming out when you least expected, and that the longer you withhold it, the worse the consequences. But then again, there goes most of your stories, too. Yes, it’s sometimes annoying when you think to yourself that a simple spoken word could end so much utter misery, but that same spoken word ends that storyline too, at least as far as that issue is concern. With soap operas, that was even more of an imperative, cause they had to stretch out their stories as long as possible, and keep those viewers coming back for more.
You can do it so that your character appears noble for being dishonest: the man who doesn’t want his partner to know he’s dying; the man with the shady past who only wants to lead a good life until someone he used to know blows into town and can blow his whole cover; the character who doesn’t tell his lover that if he follows his dreams, he will be lonely and devastated because he knows it’s for his lover’s own good. Sounds good, but leads to intense gut twisting, heart stopping, edge of your seat drama, waiting for that other shoe to drop. Or even the two guys who can’t admit they love each other. Maybe one’s already taken. Married even. Or there is a huge age gap between them, and the older one thinks he’s not good for the younger.
So many reasons, so much drama, so little time. And how badly honesty would kill those moments, cut them short. Sure, you want the truth to come out. And then you can prepare for more drama for it having been delayed. Theoretically. It doesn’t always go that way, of course.
In my new release, coming out April 30th, through Silver Publishing, Leonardo di Caprio is a Vampire, Fisher Roberts is open with his roommate/best friend Hunter Long about most things—how much he hates holidays, decorating and dressing up, and parties celebrating said holidays. But there is one thing he cannot be honest with him about, and that is his feelings for Hunter—Fisher happens to be in love with him. And that is the crux of the story. Want to know how it comes out? You’ll have to wait and see.
As for the guys I mentioned earlier, if you’re wondering how that worked out: Brian found out anyway, and he told Justin that he is free to be where he wants to be, but I think Justin chose Ethan, which is heartbreaking; Mike told Ben to go to Tibet with his blessing, after he admitted he didn’t want him to go, and Ben decided to stay; Emmett told Ted he didn’t have those feelings for him, but then things went strangely in the opposite direction, and I think they’re together now.
And the beat goes on.
When you resolve one issue, another pops up, doesn’t it? Just remember, that honesty isn’t always the best policy, not when it comes to your stories.

Blurb ~ Leonardo di Caprio is a Vampire

“Tis the night before Halloween, and Fisher Roberts wishes it was over, not being a fan of this or any other holiday. But he tolerates it because his roommate/best friend Hunter Long takes a childish glee in all things Halloween. And Fisher has a vested interest in keeping Hunter happy. If only he could find the nerve to tell his childhood friend that he loves him, and has for a very long time.
Fisher thinks Hunter is carrying things a bit far this year, though. First Hunter claims to be a vampire, and he just won’t let the silly joke go. Then he forces Fisher to go to a costumed Halloween party which Fisher would rather avoid, especially when he realizes where it’s being held, and whose house it is. Things at Fisher’s job might just be going south, too, when he receives a mysterious summons to report to the editor’s office the next morning. And then Fisher goes and does something stupid—like kissing Hunter!
Bad leads to worse when Fisher ends up at the Halloween party from Hell, and he learns something that threatens to destroy his and Hunter’s relationship forever. Running from his fears, Fisher encounters a strange young man with an unusual resemblance to Leonardo di Caprio, who shows him things he never realized before, truths about his life and the people in it.
Can Fisher find his way back to Hunter, and can he find the courage to do what his heart wishes?

www.julielynnhayes.com

Wednesday, 17 November 2010

I know vampires suck but...

http://hea-reviews.blogspot.com/2010/11/review-vampires-kiss-by-amarinda-jones.html

But hey - thanks for the review. Any publicity is good and all opinion - sucking or not - is admired and respected.

Amarinda

Friday, 13 August 2010

Here be vampires…


Vampire Island by Sandra Cox….click on the cover to buy…

“Don’t go out after dark.”
“You’re joking right?” I said the first thing that came into my head then heaved a sigh from deep in my flat, toned belly. In the short twenty-some odd hours I’d known him, the dark brooding man standing in front of me had never cracked a smile let alone joked. Too bad, for an older man—he’s thirty-seven if he’s a day—Uncle Julian is a bit of a hottie…in an intense sort of way. His olive-colored skin stretches tight across high cheek bones. His thin nose reminds me of a predatory hawk.
I really couldn’t say a thing about his eyes. I’d never seen them. He invariably wore dark glasses.
“I never joke.”
There’s a news flash.
We stood in the dark gloomy hall of his mansion. As thunder boomed, the hall light flickered. Moment’s later a streak of white lightning, visible through the long narrow window, hit nearby. The floor shook. Outside something screamed in the night. Though the room felt hot and stuffy, goose bumps roughened my skin. I rubbed my arms.
He leaned toward me. His shadow loomed menacingly across the floor engulfing me in black.
Before I could stop myself, I took a step back and bumped against the door. The cool knob pressed into my back. He might be my uncle, but he was a stranger and a scary one at that.



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Tuesday, 11 August 2009

A character from characterville...


I wrote this secondary character called Swerve in my first Vampire book called Shades of Gray. The feedback from readers about Swerve was quite amazing. He is this guy who wanders in and out doing dumb stuff. He’s annoying and yet you can’t help but like him despite his irritating habits and inability to focus on anything.

Anyway, Swerve shows up in Run the Gantlet, again as a secondary character. Gantlet sort of roughly follows the other three vamp books but not really. I’m not into writing a deadset series. I like to link books so they can be read in any order but none are dependant on the other. What is Swerve doing with vampires? Who the bloody hell knows. But he’s there being Swerve – vague, irresponsible yet strangely wise in a drugged sort of way.

Swerve wanders in and out of Gantlet, really just as a side bar to other stuff that is happening. Why did I put him in there when he really has nothing to do with the story? I’m not sure. He just turned up so I continued writing him in. And again, the response to him has been amazing. So, due to that, as soon as I finish my werewolf book, I’m going to write a vampire book featuring Swerve. Who is Swerve? Why is he just wandering through vampire books and why do we want to know more about the Swerves of the world? In my mind I know who Swerve is. I’ll be interested to see if it matches what readers think. I believe there is a little Swerve in all of us.

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Thursday, 9 July 2009

So, I’m lying naked…

…but for my undies, getting a deep tissue massage to sort out my tight, knotty shoulders and back and there’s a knock at the door to the massage room. The masseuse and I had been having a good old chin wag (talk) about anything and everything and we look at each other. She’s confused because no one ever disrupts a massage session. And me? Well the whole naked thing makes me feel a little vulnerable when someone unknown wants to come into the room. Call me crazy – but there it is. Anyway she opens the door a smidge and I hear this voice I know very well yell out ‘make it hard! Make her hurt. Amarinda likes it hard! The harder the better. She loves pain!’ It was my personal trainer, the lovely Hugh, come to torture me during a peaceful massage. Isn’t he sweet? Crazy but sweet. Some people automatically make you smile don’t they? I laughed my arse off and told him to piss off. I happen to know he has a massage on Friday. Hmmm…what ever shall I do to him? The masseuse said to me “Now everyone will wonder what the hell is going on it here.” As my Grandma Elsie used to say ‘Let ‘em wonder.’

Update on vampire watch – see previous blog. No vampires have crossed my path. It’s just a matter of time though…


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Wednesday, 8 July 2009

Goal one: - sleep with a vampire…




I was sitting at work today thinking about various things - oh crap no, not work stuff – personal stuff - and it hit me. I need to do something to shake my life up. I need a change of direction, karma or chi or some other new age philosophy to get out of this rut I am in. What to do? What to? I decided I would set some goals. I’m not big on goals due to the posts always moving but…

Goal one: - sleep with a vampire. This is probably one of the best goals I have ever had. I like the whole concept of vampires. I like intense, deep, dark thinking, complicated men. A vampire would be good as you would not have to deal with him all day – only at night. I also don’t want long term commitment and I think vampires probably get around a bit so I’m thinking wild sex for a couple of intense weeks and then he would go off looking for new blood…so to speak. So this is a doable goal.

Goal two: - go blonde. This is a totally irrational, dumb-arsed goal but they’re usually the ones I’m best at. I think I would look scary-good blonde.

Goal three: - get a tattoo. I spent some - okay a lot - of work time talking to colleagues who have tatts. They gave me the lowdown on what to expect, what to ask for and prices. Yes, it's going to be painful but I'm pretty damn tough. I like the idea of a butterfly design. See attached pictures. Of course I had to send these around to every female friend I knew to get their opinion. Yes, it was in work time but I'll be rearranging furniture at home tonight for positive feng shui so I can’t do it in my time. I'm busy. Anyway, all friends and colleagues reckon it’s an excellent goal.

However – and there always is one – Hugh, my personal trainer pointed out that my tatt goal wasn’t smart at the moment. He’s into goals. He always asks me mine and before this my only goal had been to try and read the manual to find out how to get the back windscreen wiper on Patrick, my car, working. No, I haven’t done it yet. Why? Because it’s a boring goal. Anyway I told Hugh the vampire – blond – tatt goal. The first two he just rolled his eyes at. He doesn’t think vampires exist. Ha! My turn to eye roll him. He asked where I was getting the tatt. I told him. He shook his head and said no. He then grabbed my thigh - not many men are allowed to do that and still live - where the tatt would go, and pointed out that although I had lost a lot of fat, had a lot of muscle and I was really strong – he’s right – I could kick Zena Warrior Woman’s arse – that if I got a tatt now it would be distorted by the time I had toned right down. Bummer. I had heard that could happen. I hate it when people point out the obvious.

I told him, I would wait – but I was still going to sleep with a vampire. He said if he wanted a proper goal that I could do the city to the bridge run. To my mind if the bridge can’t come to me, then I’m not running to the bridge.

I like this politically incorrect quote – a friend sent it to me today -

Men are all the same - they just have different faces, so we can tell them apart.

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Wednesday, 27 May 2009

Knackered....


…knackered and knackered….I may have been burning the candle somewhat at both ends for a while and it just occurred to me that I’m frigging knackered. My broken toe is killing me because I wore my Doc Martens yesterday and made my foot worst but some people never learn do they? And I have a dead possum (don’t ask –just annoyed it died in my yard) in the wheely bin outside (trash can) that is an utter nose breaker every time I dump stuff in the bin. Luckily, it’s more the vampire’s problem (neighbours I never see and who only come out a night to hang out the washing) as it’s near their fence. While it’s true you probably shouldn’t mess with the undead, I ain’t moving the bin any closer to my house.

Ok…whine over…

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