I’ve been bitten by the historical bug… actually, I think I was bitten at birth, and this is in fact a serious relapse! I’ve always been a huge fan of historical fiction – and non-fiction – now I’m being sucked down into a glorious eddy of Victorian hedonism, vice and hidden, ancient sites in the name of research 😉
I can’t wait to share my discoveries as I explore the underground pleasures and taboos of historic London. Watch this space…
But now I have the cover, I better not get distracted by all those wicked temptations… I must write!
I’ve been reading (and dreaming) my way through the newly released, multi-genre romance anthology Revealed, and have just finished Sara Hartland’s Ryan’s Return, one of six sexy novellas. I loved it so much I thought I’d share a few of my favorite parts…
…she could no more resist than the tide could resist the moon.She suddenly didn’t care that she was playing with fire.... when he tugged her hand, she spun and circled into his arms, then whirled out again, in time with the music, joy in her limbs and laughter on her lips. They circled the dance floor in game of catch and release, light touches and finger-tips curling, her breath quickening, giggles escaping as her spirits soared with the music.He looked like he wanted to devour her. She felt like she wanted to let him.
There is so much more gorgeousness in this story that will make your toes curl! You can read Ryan’s Return in Revealed: a Romance Anthology (now available to read for FREE in Kindle Unlimited or to purchase for $7.99)
Aurora Conroy’s biggest mistake was getting into her brother’s best friends bed – naked. But then Ryan Harrington left town and took her secret with him.
Except now he’s back…
Stranded in the outback tending her brother’s bar after he goes AWOL, Aurora is battling to keep the business afloat, and her hands off the man who knows her secrets. Her teenage crush has secrets of his own, including why he’s back in town.
Ryan knows a lot about success and more about covering his tracks. But when the only family he’s ever loved needs him, he’s prepared to risk exposure. What he’s not prepared for, is temptation by his best friend’s sister.
AND check out Sara’s gorgeous free short story, His New Year’s Wish…
I am so excited to join forces with a team of fabulous writers to offer a banquet of tasty stories in the anthology Revealed…
And to celebrate the release, we’ve reduced the price from $9.99 to just 99 cents until September 8, or free to read for Kindle Unlimited subscribers (click on the image to read)
Satisfy your craving of all things romance when you indulge in these six enticing novellas…
ELSA HOLLAND, His Bounty: A delectable pirate determined to seduce. An exotic beauty determined to run. An agreement that would break their hearts. REE THORNTON, Viking Betrayed: A wife with a dark past. The Viking who loves her. A secret that could destroy them. JOSIE BAKER, Skyclad: An artist who bares her body in pursuit of creativity. A man from her past who challenges her to bare her soul… and the secret that tore them apart. SARA HARTLAND, Ryan’s Return: A secret billionaire. A sister rescuing her brother’s Outback bar. History they can’t forget and chemistry they can’t deny. L.J. LANGDON, Blood Secret: A wolf on the hunt. A woman on the run. And a secret heritage that threatens them both. DANA MITCHELL, The Governess: A fugitive English governess. An unsuspecting Scottish Laird. A deadly, mystical secret that could endanger his whole clan.
Let the unravelling begin!
My contribution to the anthology is the third of my Girls on Film stand-alone novellas, Skyclad, a second chance love story with a decade old secret revealed… and some naked body painting 😉
Skyclad (ˈskaɪˌklæd) – Adjective (poetic or paganism) Nude, naked, especially outdoors. Having no covering; bare; exposed
Alex yearns to expand her business from making jewelry for her market stall to creating large-scale outdoor sculptures. Problem is, she needs to be naked to connect with her muse, which proves to be a challenge when working on-site.
The other problem… the man she once thought was her soul-mate has just resurfaced in her life, and he’s asking awkward questions. Alex has a lot to hide: her involvement in her friends death; and the scandal that sent her fleeing to the other side of the country, leaving her job and her parents behind.
Can Alex bare all to heal her soul, or will she let her chance at happiness slip through her fingers?
While researching my latest novella (which will released very soon, check out the cover – just finished this morning – at the bottom of this post), I read some of Walt Whitman’s work. His views on the human body, soul and nakedness are perfectly attuned to the ethos of my main character, who is a naturist and artist who connects with her muse through her connection with nature… and nakedness.
Never before did I get so close to Nature; never before did she come so close to me … Nature was naked, and I was also … Sweet, sane, still Nakedness in Nature!
A Sun-bathed Nakedness, Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman is often called the father of free verse. His work was controversial during his lifetime, and was described as obscene for its overt sensuality.
His poem Song of Myself contains many evocative phrases. I’ve pasted some of my favorites here…
You sea! I resign myself to you also—I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me, We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land, Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse, Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you.
I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn’d over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach’d till you felt my beard, and reach’d till you held my feet.
I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.
Press close bare-bosom’d night—press close magnetic nourishing night! Night of south winds—night of the large few stars! Still nodding night—mad naked summer night.
Smile O voluptuous cool-breath’d earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset—earth of the mountains misty-topt! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbow’d earth—rich apple-blossom’d earth! Smile, for your lover comes.
If you’d like to read more. find the full poem, HERE
How could a writer not be inspired? Especially as my story is of a woman who needs a connection with nature to connect with her creative muse… Skyclad, the third Girls on Film novella, will be available very soon, in a fabulous romantic anthology… soon to be Revealed….
Apologies for the late post. Mr August was a little hesitant at first, especially when he learnt of your response to Mr July… Overwhelmingly, you want to see more of my monthly featured playboy.
This month I’m featuring Ethan Cox (from my enemies-to-lovers celebrity novella Little Blonde Lies), the star actor of the streaming TV show Kingmaker. He was a little shy to begin with, but once he got into the swing, things got very hot… and wet. Take a look…
Ethan was born in New York and grew up in Hamburg, hence his lovely, exotic accent, thanks to his German father and American mother. His greatest pleasures are swimming naked, riding his Ducati – fast – and eating Portuguese pastries (and a particular, feisty little blonde). With his dark hair with chocolate brown eyes, you’ll just want to taste him…
A quick shout out to let you know my sexy enemies-to-lovers revenge novella ‘Little Blonde Lies’ is reduced to $2.99 until August 15, available at most good e-book retailers. Grab your copy by clicking on saucy Anya …
or check out the scorching selection of fabulous reads, all reduced for only a few more days and…
Okay, I have yet another confession… as a little girl I used to sneak into my dad’s collection of Playboy magazines. I just loved reading the letters to the editor and dreaming of the day I might look like one of the sexy centerfolds. I suppose my enjoyment of naughty magazines was an early manifestation of my appreciation of all things sensual, which grew into an urge to create my own erotic worlds through story.
Now I’m a big girl, my dream is to have my own monthly Playmates – or play boys. At this stage I don’t have the time or finances to go scouting for talent (damn!) so in the meantime I’ll showcase gorgeous characters from my stories.
I don’t know what it is about abandoned buildings – the older the better – that gets my imagination fired up, but its seems I’m not alone in my fascination. Who doesn’t love those renovation shows where hidden rooms are discovered in historic, long-abandoned houses? I adore George Clarke’s Restoration Man.
Recently, while researching the setting for my latest story ‘Pokerface’ I found this glorious old theatre on YouTube.
This one is much larger than the one in my story, which is host to an underground poker game with an unusual prize, but the atmosphere and decor is perfect!
PS See my last post if you’d like to read more about ‘Pokerface’
And if you’re looking for it at one of the many ebook retailers, click on the cover:
I love my latest story, but I have to admit, I’m hopeless when it comes to having a poker face myself. If you could see me right now, you would agree. It’s release day! and I’m grinning like a Cheshire cat, so pleased to be launching my precious love-child out into the world…
Want to know what the fuss is about? Here’s the low-down…
On a Thursday evening, in a boarded up theatre in downtown Las Vegas, an illicit poker game takes place. Each player is carefully selected, their skills expertly matched …
A jaded playboy tempted by a titillating prize.
A cash-strapped mechanic looking for a diversion from his difficult reality.
An underground poker game where winning hands are rewarded with sensual novelties… and the ultimate prize—a night of pleasure with the naked woman on whom the cards are dealt.
Pokerface is FMM menage. Contains adult themes and explicit sex scenes – recommended for 18+ readers.
As an added bonus I’ve included the RWA award winning short erotic story, ‘Daisy, Chained’ (in case you haven’t already read my sizzling martial arts story) because one of my favourite characters – Hiro – is in both.
And a little tip – Pokerface is available in epub and mobi, but the pdf version is the prettiest, if you’re into that sort of thing…
I’m still watching the Hugh Hefner Story (boy, is it in-depth!) The latest episode, dealing with the ‘Pubic War’ between Playboy and Penthouse magazines during the 1960s and 70s (and Playboy’s first full frontal nude centrefolds) got me thinking…
Seeing all that rampant pubic hair can be a bit confronting in these times of brazillian waxes and careful pubic grooming. How times have changed since that first risque centerfold in relation to pubic hair and our preferences.
As always, I had fun Googling this and found a fabulous article. Apparently there is a hardcover book with every one of the 734 centerfolds, and someone wrote about perusing them all in one sitting!
“The most obvious signifier of the passage of time, and the thing every person has asked about when I’ve mentioned this book, is pubic hair. For the first two decades of centerfolds, there was none at all because it was obscured by strategically placed pillows, undergarments, or even roomy-cut khakis. Bits of hair didn’t start peeking out until around 1972, but by the mid-’70s, bushy vulvas were showing up in almost every photo. A decade later, hairstylists started to groom the puffs, though it wasn’t until the mid-’90s that what’s now known as a “landing strip” hit the runway. The relative newness of the thing about 84 percent of women now do to their genitals was a life-affirming revelation for this millennial, who suffered puberty in the aughts, or as Maureen Gibbon’s essay in The Complete Centerfolds dubs it, “the decade of the smoothie.” After enduring the entirely bare, child-like crotches of the 2010s, flip back to July 1977, where one magnificent image of pubic hair straight-up poking out of a butt crack will restore your internal calm.
“But for all the differences that emerge while flipping through generations of nudies, the similarities stand out far more. After looking at 734 photos of naked women, one can’t help but conclude that the human body has some very strict limitations and the human mind lacks any substantial creativity when it comes to sexy poses. There are only so many ways to slightly part a set of lips, only so many ways to mimic the act of putting clothes on or taking them off, getting in or out of a body of water, and stepping onto or off of a surface that looks reasonably prepared to support sexual intercourse.”
I particularly loved this comment, which reflects the theme of most of my short stories:
“The effect is a creeping feeling that any place can be a sexual place, and any activity a woman does—even those performed in the course of her job—can be a sexual activity. Playing golf, taking your order at a diner, exercising on a Stairmaster, applying a lure to a fishing rod, cuddling with akitten, delivering the nightly news at a TV station—if you look hard enough, with a few years of Playboy centerfolds filed away in your brain, these everyday pursuits are actually a kind of foreplay. That cyclist lady is naked underneath her flannel, you know.”
What I Learned By Looking at 734 Playboy Centerfolds in One Sitting Christina Cauterucci