Thursday, March 29, 2012

Do You Like Me Pulling Your Hair?

Welcome Fellow Fathomers to the Friday Flash Fiction! Where a group of the most interestingly twisted peeps on Facebook gather to provide you some entertainment in the form of exactly 100 words to describe the following picture:


In celebration of my upcoming release, Finless, next week. I give you a 100 word excerpt from my spicy, thought provoking, gritty, sexy tale of sadism, masochism, and where life meets in between it all...take a read--

"...women did not fear him, even as he denied their breath or inflicted a bruise. I am a true Master, a Dominant worthy of anyone’s submission. Nathaniel felt satisfying conceit returning to his veins. He deserved the gifts of Sarah, of Lily, - of anyone he chose. Little by little, he stitched his arrogance back into place around his heart and muffled any sincerity or longing for the moment. Like an annoying mosquito, he knew his conscience would return soon, so he needed to take advantage of this emotional reprieve. Sarah would deservedly receive the full brunt of his dilemma." ---Finless

Now that you've sampled my 100 for the week, please hop on over and visit my friends for their saucy interpretations. Some of the other sites contain explicit material for mature audiences only.



Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Lee Brazil: http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/
Benjamin Russell: http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/
Havan Fellows: http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/
Kendel Davi: http://kendeldavi.wordpress.com/
Yvonne Nicolas: http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/
SLira as BLMorticia: http://blrawiyaerotica.blogspot.com/
Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/
Jp Archer: http://jp-archer.blogspot.com/
Davee Jones: http://finless.blogspot.com/
Cassandre Dayne: http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/
DH Black: http://dhblack.wordpress.com/
Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.ca/
ER Pierce http://www.erpierce.com/
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Sherry Palmer: http://michellechatton.blogspot.com/
Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com/
Lani Rhea http://lanirhea.blogspot.com/
Muffy Wilson: http:muffywilson.blogspot.com

Thursday, March 22, 2012

I Would Love Your Help

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Hello Fellow Fathomers!

Today in The Locker is a short blog about the first ever contest I am a part of! If you would like to vote for my book, On Ellicott Street, as the best first chapter for February, please click the above link and you will be directed to the voting site. Also up for grabs is best cover for On Ellicott Street.

I would love your vote of support. :)

Best of February 2012


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Voting ends 12:01AM EST 27 March 2012.

Get ready for The Locker to take off and get very busy, very soon.

hugs, D

Friday, March 9, 2012

F*$% is Not the Only Word I Know

Hello Fellow Fathomers! Today in The Locker, not only am I celebrating Friday, I celebrate each and every one of us who use “Big Words”. Most of us have heard the joke, “uh-oh, they’re gonna start spelling the big words in front us soon”, in reference to someone unintentionally underestimating our intelligence or level of understanding.  I’m just as guilty as anyone else, ask my “growing up way too quickly” kids.

I believe erotic romance, and even mainstream romance, books, at times, sometimes become erroneously classified as simply elementary or lacking substance. For every rough-riding, clusterf-ing, limited verbal skills sausage-fest, there is also a witty, poignant romantic piece of printed success-even if the “F” word is involved. Oh, and Heaven forbid we say the word, (peeking around to see if anyone is looking) “clit”. GASP!! 
By the way, if I write one of those rough-riding, clusterf-ing, limited verbal skills sausage-fest sex rush books, it’s my prerogative, as Bobby Brown so eloquently sang. Don’t be hatin’ or judgin’ just cause I want to get my gritty side on. It will not be long until I write another story using words that exceed three syllables.  I promise to do my best to provide quality reading for you, regardless of the depth level of the story. (For the record, sometimes I  enjoy using a crayon for purposes of expressing my creativity. bahaha)



If we plan to attain a level of success as writers, we must assume we need to continue creating quality stories worthy of your time. Just as you, the Radiant Reader, can safely assume a book based upon romance, erotic or otherwise, has the potential to hold significant substance and entertain your brain as well as your private parts. For the Rad Readers who simply want a diversion from the daily grind, yes, successful fiction transports you and provides an escape. However, it does not always mean flourishing, entertaining fiction cannot deliver a message, thought-provoking plot line, or might even teach a reader something.

Even if those lessons include Bedroom Skills 101- Or, beyond, for those pursuing their B.Ed., oops, I mean M.Ed. ;)



 

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

A Sadist in Masochist Clothing

Sarah Went Left of center
I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, I’m Sarah, the fictional female protagonist from Finless, who has some very real psychological roots. I know many times, we characters like to grant interviews to give you, the radiant reader, a bit of background into our inner workings. However, you may get more than you bargained for during the first several chapters of our story.  So, I decided to add a few of my thoughts to the normal set up. I don’t need a beverage, comfy chair, or fancy chocolates-I simply need your attention for a few moments as I share some gritty truths about my life.
I could be anyone, anywhere, any gender, race, or ethnicity.
I realize my reactions happened in a flash, within seconds lives forever changed.  How many times have we all gone left of center in our lives and negatively affected someone else?  When we speak without thinking, we unleash verbal dragons that can bring someone down in flames. 
Death does not always occur physically.
My insensitivity led me to become too arrogant in embracing my right to-
·         Say what I want!
·         Be entitled to my whims!
·         Make you accept my way of thinking!
·         Agree with me!
·         Treat people however I please!
·         Fail to care about consequences!
Wow, how sad is all of this?
I participated in negligent activities, automatically including others time and again in my choices, the epitome of selfishness. The list of examples of what I did is as endless as the arguments are for my RIGHT to do any of it. 
It became disgusting and gluttonous behavior.
My inalienable rights were not meant to extend to inflict grief upon someone else.  Mental, physical, or otherwise.  Seriously. 
Who am I to put all this out there into scathing words?  I’m the person who needs to hear this on a daily, that’s who I AM.  I’m just as guilty and know this because Nathaniel once told me “you lack compassion.” Bahahahaha, that was my first reaction.  For a short moment, I thought he was joking, but Nathaniel rarely jokes.  When Nathaniel, the self-proclaimed king of arrogance, accused me of lacking compassion, I took careful heed.
Nowadays, I not only feebly attempt to understand, but, I cram myself into the shoes of humanity and step out of my own narrow-minded Jimmy Choos. 
I learned many things from my time with Nathaniel, my lust for blatant sexuality just one parting gift of our time together, but, I also learned how to love and be loved. Maybe the greatest gift he could have ever bestowed.
Find out what I mean and check Finless out for yourself. The book will shock, sadden, arouse, and inspire you, I guarantee you will walk away wondering how in the world any of us ever made till “The End”.
Coming April 2012

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Aphrodisiac Anyone

Hello Fellow Fathomers!!!  Today is another edition of the Friday Flash Fiction.  100 words, no more-no less, where we describe what we see in one photo. What would you say about this:

It was not the Fountain of Youth that they’d searched for all their lives. Yet, after dipping their bodies into the tranquil waters, something magical indeed happened. The water had the faint scent of olive oil and citrus, and felt deliciously sensuous with the slippery feeling of the finest most luxurious emollient.

It wasn’t just the way the water caressed their bodies. The magical sense of passion, excitement, and sheer joy overwhelmed their senses and rejuvenated their love for one another. They had indeed found a true aphrodisiac when everyone else in the world had given up even finding it.


Now that you have read my interpretation, please check the blogs of my friends for their imaginative prose.  Be aware, some of the other blogs may contain explicit material. Happy Friday everyone!!!

Muffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com/
Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Yvonne Nicolas: http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/
Naomi Shaw: http://midnightfantasieswithnaomishaw.blogspot.com/
Michelle Chatton: http://michellechatton.blogspot.com/
Kendel Davi: http://kendeldavi.wordpress.com/
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Davee Jones: http://finless.blogspot.com/
Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/
Benjamin Russell: http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/

Davy Jones Meet Davee Jones....

Hello Fellow Fathomers~



Today in The Locker we pay tribute to one of my favorite celebrities in the world- Davy Jones. Many of you, my dedicated readers, may not realize my actual given name is, in fact, Davee Jones. The only difference is it is spelled in a more feminine manner. Through my years on this planet, I've been teased about being a pirate, a rock star, and even Davy Crockett --(and, for the record, I've never "kilt a bear"). Most of the teasing came in the spirit of good fun, and I enjoyed it, to some extent. It was not alwasy easy having such a unique name, but, I've come to embrace it.

The sadness comes in that with each passing day, we are all growing older, and with it the joys of the present quickly become warm memories. I've personally experienced four full decades of fashion trends, music trends, changing politics, technological advances, and ordinary triumphs and tragedies. Heroes emerge, yet for some of them, they tarnish their achievements-and it may take years in between- then we all feel betrayed in one way or another. We are left wondering, what happened to "so and so", they had it all going for them and just threw it away.

It is then when we lose a celebrity icon like Davy Jones, we realize in the midst of our sadness, that not all those in the public eye become tainted. Many overcome  Hollywood-type pressures and obstacles to remain, if not an inspiration, at least a pleasant reminder of what a celebrity influence should be to all of us, especially the young fans.




Therefore, we are left reminiscing of our days gone by and what life was like at one time, with rotary phones, party telephone lines, vinyl 45 records, and bikes with banana seats. I don't know about you, but, sometimes, I dig in my heels wanting a bit of the past back again-especially when I want to throw my touch screen so called smart phone.  But instead we are left singing light-heartedly, "Take the last train to Clarksville, and I'll meet you at the station..." and smiling at what once was.

Rest in peace, Davy Jones.