Wednesday, May 30, 2007


You know when you start a book and fall instantly in love?

Reading the first chapter of 'Iris and Ruby', and the voice in my head is just going 'Man, this is good... oh, boy, oh wow.'

Just very fluent storytelling, you know? Find it and curl up and enjoy.

Plus, got word yesterday that 'Undercover' will be appearing in next year's 'Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica'. Whoop! I'm tickled pink.

Friday, May 25, 2007

Got a minute?

Being of short attention span and greedy, I love it when stories are short and to the point. This lovely book is full of short gems - some just a couple of paragraphs, some a few pages. I've dipped into it and already found some great stories - Saskia Walker, Shanna Germain, Jeremy Edwards, Tsaurah Litzky, Michael Hemmingson, Dayle Dermatis .... on and on!

Alison Tyler, editor extraordinaire, is offering a sneak peek today at Lustbites, and the chance to win a copy.

Quick! No time to lose! Click on the biting lips!

Monday, May 21, 2007

The Day the Music Warped, got Chewed Up and Finally Died

Curry's are no longer going to sell cassette tapes. I know they were crap, and the sound was like sticking your head in a biscuit tin filled with cotton wool. I know I nostalgia ain't what it used to be and I should be grateful for the incredible shuffling iPod with its forty thousand songs.

But awwww... what shall I do with my crate full of cherished cassettes?

Mix tapes from old lovers, the ones you listened to and rewound, listened to and rewound - until it got all stretched and there was more hissing white noise than music. Old recordings of John Peel. Me as a kid making up stories about princesses. Answerphone tapes. The top 40.

RIP, CX60.

Eighties teens everywhere will mourn your passing.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Friday giggle

I just got news that one of Flick's audio stories is now up at The Erotic Woman - it's a sort of screwball comedy erotica affair - think Bridget Jones with extra tits.

You can listen to Flick's story for free here! (as well as three other stories.) And have a look round the rest of the site - it's gorgeous, sexy and intelligent.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

If in doubt...

'Have a man come through the door with a gun in his hand.'

- Raymond Chandler

Actually, I've just found that killing off one of my characters will fix my book! Murderous bloody rampage! Fabulous!

Plus I'm delighted to hear that 'Undercover' will be recorded as an audio story by steamy audio. The site's absolutely gorgeous, (even though it's still under construction) and I can't wait to hear the story read out loud!

Live in June, I believe.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Ravelling and unravelling

- By Harland Miller.

It seems to have come out very small. Shame. The fine print is hilarious.

Anyway. Stories. Working on 'Starfucker'. I spent yesterday researching the chemicals used to disinfect hot tubs. I learned that 'bromide' comes from a Greek root - meaning 'stinks of he-goat'. I got lost in chat rooms that discuss scum and water odour and shocking the water. I asked boyf for a trip to B&Q to inhale chemicals (refused). I lost the thread of the story and found it again, only to lose the point.

All this for one line - something about her skin smelling of chlorine. Daft job, this.

Today I will fix the imaginary hot tub, and start subjugating the woman in my next story 'Under his hand, I blossom'. I do love that title. As far as research goes, I think it's just heather and sunblock today. Onwards...

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Sex with Strangers

Black Lace's latest 'Wicked Words' anthology is out today!

I'm really stoked to have two stories in this one - I got a bit carried away with the subject. Ahem. Here's a peek:

The Art of Fucking - an artist stuck in her lonely studio has a chance encounter with a life model. This is the pic I used for inspiration:

A Whole New City - I love the mysterious stranger in this story. Here's the description of him:

'His eyes were clear. Green-gold, with a gaze fixed firmly on hers. He was staring like a lion watching prey. A tanned face, with high cheekbones and a hooked nose. Weatherbeaten. When he walked towards the desk Claire noticed his limber way of moving, the easy stride of a man who never stays still for long.

He was wearing the kind of non-descript clothes that would melt into the background anywhere in the world. His shirt and trousers hung off him in shades of black and grey. They said nothing about him and didn’t need to.

His face had such an intensity, his body such disturbing grace, that every nerve in Claire’s body had sparked immediately to attention.'

- want more? Visit lust bites today for tasters of more stories, and tomorrow for a chance to win Sex with Strangers and a mix of other wonderful dirty books. Or click on the book cover to your right to be magically transported to Amazon, where you may buy a copy.

Meanwhile, I've got another anthology in mind. This one got me so buzzing, I've started three stories for it. It's Rachel Kramer Bussel's follow up to 'He's on Top'/'She's on Top', and I've got two weeks to come up with the goods. Nose, grindstone, etc.

P.S. If you're in Scotland and reading this - hie thee to your polling station! This is important! Vote early, vote often!