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Showing posts with label werewolves. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 3 December 2013

So, I had to have sex to save the world…


So, I’ve been reading this series about a female vampire hunter who hangs out with vampires, werewolves, wereleopeards, wererats – you name it and there’s a human who turns into some sort of animal at the full moon – and she knows them all. Anyway, the heroine, who started off all business with guns blazing and with I’ll-kill-you-if-you-look-at-me-sideways-attitude and was pretty much celibate in book one, but now? She is pretty much screwing everyone. Her reasoning, and I believe it’s one we can all use, is that she had to have sex with someone because she is basically trying to save the world and make sure all her friends, who are pretty much male, are safe due to her ability to have sex ad hoc. Yeah, I do understand that. I’m not a slut, I’m a peacemaker, a saviour, a visionary and someone who should be considered for the Nobel Peace Prize purely due to having my body be made available to all and sundry to thrust out their demons or whatever. Yes. It makes perfect sense.


Yeah, the series is starting to annoy me. This woman started out as a tough, no nonsense heroine who was credible in my eyes. I’m not saying don’t have sex to save the world because we’ve all, I’m sure, done that at some time. Sex. Orgasm. World saved. It’s a no-brainer. All I’m saying is get off her and let her go back to being tough and no nonsense. The confused, ‘oh my god why did I have sex with X, Y and Z not to mention L, M, N and O?’ is wearing thin with the heroine.  Yeah, the author is successful and good luck to her. I’m just disappointed she corrupted the character due to her sex.  It makes the character look weak. Give her back her metaphorical balls. 

Thursday, 24 October 2013

Aisle...Isle...I'll....


First up, let me say I really am enjoying the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter series by Laurell K Hamilton. I’m a big fan of Jean Claude…not so much of the werewolves she mixes with but then I’m a vamp girl.

Anyway, I was reading another instalment in the series today and a typo in the paperback was doing my head in. Yes, yes, I know typos abound in books especially ebooks and not every editor and final editor is going to pick them all up. But, I expect a reputable publisher and not a fly-by-nighter e-pubber to pick up something simple like the fact that ‘isle’ does not mean the same as ‘aisle.’ I read it three times, in three different places, in a short space of time, and I had to put the book down. The two words have two different meanings and neither is the slightest bit similar nor can it be blamed the whole UK versus USA spelling.

Hmmm…at least they didn’t use “I’ll”….

       

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.

Saturday, 30 October 2010

Dogged Pursuit ~ Berengaria Brown



Want a yummy werewolf for Halloween? Berengaria Brown’s MM Werewolf story ~ Dogged Pursuit ~ releases from Torquere on 30 October.

The blurb....


Dwyer is a two-hundred-year-old werewolf currently working as a limo driver. He is enticed by the scent of a man he has to take into the city. The man’s smell overwhelms him and calls to him “mate”. Yet he thought only a male and a female could mate and he is gay.


Nelson is equally attracted to Dwyer and the two spend a very hot night together.
However their second date is on Halloween and Dwyer is really struggling to keep his wolf under control. Nelson’s scent is giving him a permanent hard-on and his wolf is demanding to be let free, to bite and mate with Nelson.


Their passion overwhelms them and Dwyer’s wolf is raging to be released, when they interrupt some wanna-be vampires robbing an elderly couple. Dwyer can’t control himself and his wolf breaks free. He scares away the criminals, but has he scared away Nelson too?

The excerpt...warning ~ cocks are mentioned...


Nelson was struggling to concentrate on what he was saying.
Am I even making sense anymore?
All he could think about was Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome sitting beside him and the huge cock the driver was displaying.

It was six months since he and Sam had split up. Four months with only his hand before he'd caved and bought a dildo, something he'd sworn he'd never do. A dildo he kept in a locked drawer so none of his friends would ever see it. But how he longed for a hot, hard cock powering up inside him and a hot, hard body to hold close to him.

Well, this Dwyer -- Mr. Dwyer? Dwyer something? -- surely had a huge cock and a hard body. He was ripped. That black t-shirt couldn't hide his muscled chest. His arms were strong, shoulders broad, and thighs -- oh, yum! His thighs stretched his black jeans to the limit. Judging by the size of the hard on, he was either hung like a horse or had a serious case of blue balls.
And I want him!

Whoa! Where did that come from? Five minutes' conversation and I want him in my bed? Well yes, I do. Thick, dark, curly hair, eyes as black as sin, skin tanned a deep bronze. A totally delicious package. Just like the totally delicious package between his legs. Get your mind out of his pants! Oh, but how I'd love to have my hand in his pants.
To feel that huge dick. I bet it's harder than a rock. I bet his come tastes real nice, too.

Nelson suddenly realized there was silence in the car. He looked at Dwyer, wondering if he'd missed a question or something, but Dwyer was looking straight ahead concentrating on the traffic. With a start, Nelson noticed they were only ten minutes from his office.
What's the etiquette here? Can I ask him for his business card? His cell number? I probably can't just say, "Wanna fuck tonight?"

"We're almost at your office. What's the building look like?" asked Dwyer.

"Gray concrete, like so many others. But there's a very small courtyard out front with some seats and trees and a semi-circular drive, so you should be able to let me out right there."

"Sounds like a plan. How are you getting back to pick up your SUV tonight?"

"Yeah, that's a bit of a problem. None of the guys I work with live out that way, and none of my friends who live near me work up in this part of the city. Figured I'd have to get a taxi."

"I can pick you up if you want. But the timing will be tight. You'll need to leave work right at five so we can get you back to do the paperwork before the place shuts."

"You'd do that for me? That'd be great. I can leave by five. I'll just tell them I'll make up the time at home. They all know about this seatbelt recall. Couple of the guys have been making jokes about it all week. Here, I'll give you my cell number."

Dwyer handed Nelson his card as well, then pulled up outside Nelson's office.

A minute later, Nelson was collecting his briefcase and laptop and heading into the building, his heart beating fast at the knowledge he'd be seeing Dwyer again in just a few short hours.

Maybe, just maybe, I'll get fucked tonight by the hottest man in town. Woo hoo!

Who is Berengaria? Berengaria Brown is a multi-published author of erotic romance. She loves to read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: one man/one woman; two women; two men, two men/one woman, three men. Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.

Wednesday, 7 April 2010

Werewolf Me - out today...


Werewolves, sex, a small town, a drifter heroine, sex, an Irish hero, sex, wolves, fate, sex, a caravan park, sex, an evil man and, er…well sex…

Yep, that sums it up…or you can read the blurb…

Truro Simpson is confused. What the hell is going on in the sleepy town of Ludlum? One moment her life is quiet and boring and the next she’s having orgasmic sex with a hot, tattooed stranger and odd people are turning up talking about werewolves and soul mates. Do the wolves of Ludlum have something to do with that? And does any of it really matter when she is having the best sex of her life?

Every fifty years, a clan of wolves seeks new mates. Murphy Green is a werewolf. He is in Ludlum for Truro, his soul mate. The problem is the lady doesn’t believe it. That’s okay. His plan is to seduce her with sweet words and hard cock until she’s as breathless with need and as hungry to touch and taste as he is.

Only one ‘naughty’ word in there…I must be slipping…

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
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Tuesday, 7 July 2009

Lover don’t come back…


I had a break from writing for a couple of weeks but now I’m back. Pyjamas - check. Popcorn – check. Phone on messagebank – check. Coffee in favourite mug with broken handle – check. I’m good to go. So, I’m writing about werewolves. Why? Oh, who knows? ‘Just one of those thoughts that came to me at the traffic lights on the way to work. I have an almost mentor – probably mental - relationship with traffic lights. The light turns red and I stare into space and think up wise thoughts like – must buy tomatoes - do I have petrol for the mower - write about werewolves - pay phone bill. It’s all pretty logical when you think about it.

Anyway, I have been trying to think up acts of revenge that my heroine can do to her ex-lover. I have had input from friends but to be honest their stories and suggestions are pretty damn scary. Who are these people? I know now I must never upset any of them because they are nuts. In the end, I settled on something simple and silly that the heroine gets talked out of...or does she? It will depend on how I feel towards the end of the book. It’s a mood thing. But all this talk of revenge from scary-arsed friends, made me realize how many people I know who have got even or tried to - some of their schemes were insane, doomed to fail, illegal – get revenge on ex-lovers or who have been the target themselves. So, why do we do the whole revenge on an ex-partner thing? Because its fun…no, wait, that’s probably the wrong answer. Um…actually it’s just better to wave bye-bye to an idiot and thank god he or she is gone from your life. While I am a Scorpio and I do understand revenge very well, there is a time and place and wasting more energy on a doomed or finished relationship is a waste of time - but in saying that things like wishing his penis falls off or he grows hair on his eye balls or he suddenly gets drunk and comes homes with a tattoo on his forehead indicating he’ll bonk feral biker dudes for free is acceptable. That’s not revenge. That’s creativity and completely different because it involves wishing. You can’t be sued for wishful thinking can you?

I had a squiz on the internet to see what people did as lover revenge. In no way, shape or form am I advocating anyone doing any of these things. But it does make you wonder how some people’s minds work.

- Sending dead animal parts to your ex as a gift
- Carving your name into his car with an axe
- Selling his used condoms, with his photo, on Ebay
- Anonymous embarrassing emails to everyone that he/she knows
- Selling intimate photos of your lover with a list of every sexual inadequacy he has.
- Cutting up his clothes
- Painting his carpet bright orange

…and the ideas go on and on and way sicker than what I have listed. Best revenge? Well, it's the old adage of living well and being successful and making sure the person who hurt you knows how fabulous you are – because you are – ‘cause you got rid of them.


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