Halloween Rocks!

I love Halloween. It's my favorite holiday. Although I've not gone as insane over it in recent years as I have in the past, I think it rocks. I love pretty much everything about it -- except the cold. I don't know about where you are, but in Alberta it's always cold for Halloween. In fact, there is usually just enough ice on the sidewalks to make walking treacherous. Aside from that, however, Halloween rocks.

In fact, I was married on Halloween. That's right, it's also my anniversary. My husband, daughter and I all wore costumes for the ceremony, they were pirates and I was a saucy wench. HeHe.

So even though most people don't give out Halloween presents, I am going to. I'd like to offer you this:

Love Bytes is a sexy short story I wrote a while back and today I created a cover for it and turned it into a pretty spiffy ebook, even if I do say so myself. This is my Halloween gift to you. If you'd like to learn more about the book, read an excerpt and download it please just click the cover and head on over to its page on my blog.

And although it's a little early -- Happy Halloween!

A Good Question

Well, the chat is over and I had a lot of fun. Yay! There were a few loyal readers there, a couple of my fellow authors from Eternal Press and some brand new faces as well. One of those, brand new faces won a copy of The Duchess, so with any luck, she'll become a fan soon too.

That's a weird word for me. "Fan". Even "Loyal Reader" bothers me. They sound somehow condescending, or arrogant. Which is never, ever, ever my intent. I value my 'fans' more than I could ever put to words -- and putting things to words is my job :) Maybe instead of fans I should call them 'frans'. You know, friends/fans? No? Well, I'm still working on it. I will find a suitable word. Someday.

While I allow my subconscious mind to work on that problem, I'd like to go back to the subject of the chat last night. There were some great questions. Unfortunately, because of the format being a live chat, I had to keep my answers pretty short. I'd like to elaborate on one of them here...then I'll share another spicy excerpt from The Duchess.

Q: What is your favorite part about being published? Your least favorite part?

My favorite part about being published is having people read my story and tell me they enjoy it. I can honestly say that for me honest feedback means more to me than any royalty cheque. It's not all about ego either, I enjoy constructive feedback that helps me improve a story almost as much as fan mail that tells me how much someone loved it. Almost :)

My least favorite part about being published is that the book is done. I wrote The Duchess three years ago and it's a great book, but my writing style has developed and improved since then, as everyone's does, so in some ways it hurts me to know the novel is finished. There is no more room for me to revise it. No, I really can't move a comma if I want to, it's done.

Check back tomorrow to find out why Halloween is my favorite holiday and to get a special Halloween gift from me!

For now, I'll leave you with another excerpt from The Duchess. Again, this is not an explicit excerpt, but it's quite steamy and very suggestive. When a peasant doesn't show the duchess the respect she deserves, he has to face the consequences -- across her knee.

~*~

"Please, milady," he pleaded, as close to begging as he'd ever been in his adult life. "Please, I'm sorry."

"Oh, you will be." She chuckled, reaching behind him to pat his bottom playfully. When she spoke next, however, her words seemed cold as ice and brooked no discussion nor debate. "Now do as you are told and lay across my lap."

Moving stiffly, like an automaton, he knelt at her side and then, after one last long pleading look at her, leaned over so that her lap supported his upper body, making his bottom easily accessible to her right hand.

"Mmm...good boy," the duchess purred. She let one hand drift down the line of his back and over the curve of his buttocks in much the same way that one might stroke a cat. "Good boy..."

Gabriel stiffened beneath her touch and mentally bristled at the way she spoke to him, but did not move nor speak, choosing instead to shut his eyes and wish for this to be over as soon as possible.

Over and over again, her gloved hand caressed his back and draped itself over his ass. It alternated between being as soft as a feather and a heavier, yet still gentle touch. Over and over again she petted him, and slowly he felt his muscles relax.

It started in his shoulders; the knots began to loosen as the tension to left them. Then it spread, sweeping down into his upper back and then his lower. Finally it moved down into his butt, and further, into his legs. After a few minutes, he found himself quite relaxed and at ease as he knelt with his bottom up, waiting to be spanked. Still, she stroked him. Gabriel found that he had begun to feel quite sleepy—most of his anger was slowly worn away by the rhythmic, soothing sensation of her gloved hand moving down the length of his body again and again. Then, just as he'd begun to forget how much he resented being put in this position and had almost determined to let go of his anger, she did it.

She stroked him once more, from the top of his head, her fingers tangling gently in his long hair and massaging his scalp as she trailed her hand through it, over his shoulders and down the length of his back. He let out a soft sigh of contentment, and she struck. Reaching his bottom, she lifted her hand from him for the first time and brought it down again hard on the fullest part of his ass.

Gabriel felt the shock all the way through his body. His eyes snapped open and his mouth gaped. She'd actually hit him! The bitch was giving him a spanking!

<3
Rhonda Lee

Today's The Day!

Well, today is the day. It's the day of my first ever live chat and I'm incredibly nervous. It's like that 'first day of school' kind of nervousness, only much, much worse.

I'm going to be chatting live at Romance Junkies tonight at 9pm EST (details here) and I'm worried I'll go there and spend the whole time talking to the moderator. I'm sure they will be a very nice person, but how crushing would that be for my ego?

As incentive to try and bribe get as many people to come hang out with me as I can, I'm giving away a free copy of my novel, The Duchess, to one lucky chatter. The Duchess is a historical BDSM novel. If you like sweet romances with happily-ever-after endings, this one isn't for you. However, if you like kinky sex scenes so hot they threaten to set your monitor on fire, you'll love The Duchess.

Please allow me to share a short excerpt from the novel with you, to try and entice you to come hang out with me for your chance to win a copy. This excerpt is not explicit but it is extremely suggestive.

~*~

Tasting herself wasn't a new experience for the duchess, but having a man standing inches away while she did it was. He watched her every move, unblinking. His cock ached for release and his moan echoed around the chamber, all because of her. This thought gave her a surge of pleasure and made her fingers taste even better than usual. She savored every drop as she licked them clean before waggling them under the peasant's nose.

"Do you like how I smell, Ferrin?" she purred, her voice teasing, taunting.

"Yes, milady. God, yes." Ferrin drew her scent into himself, the sweetly pungent aroma of her most sacred place. He sucked it in through his nostrils and held it there, resisting the urge to snake out his tongue and steal a taste, hoping against hope to sample it from the source.
Seeing the desire in his eyes, chiseled upon his face and thrusting out from his crotch, the duchess felt her knees grow weak. Unwilling to show this unworthy peasant how he affected her—or, more accurately, how this situation affected her—she took a step back and laughed bitterly.

"Run home, little peasant—run home to your wife and see if her cunt smells as good to you as mine does."

The looks of absolute shock, shame and humiliation that crossed Ferrin's face in succession only served to make her laugh louder, harder.

He stood as though glued to the floor, his face flushed, his manhood aching, crying out for release, disbelieving what he'd just heard.

"Milady?"

"You heard me, boy—run home and see if your wife makes your cock stand and call out for her the way it screams for me."

Turning abruptly on her heel, the duchess snatched her skirt from the ground and headed toward one of the doorways at the back of the room. Ferrin stood, unmoving, still in shock at the betrayal of his marriage vows. When she reached the door she turned, her hand resting upon the knob.

"But Ferrin? Come back three days from now, and bring her with you."

"Bring...bring my wife to court?" the hapless man stammered.

The duchess nodded. "Yes. And Ferrin? You don't want to disappoint me."

<3
Rhonda Lee

Good Morning :)

Good morning :)

My name is Rhonda Lee and I'd like to thank Ginger for inviting me to participate in her blogathon, I think it's incredibly generous of her and I intend to take full advantage of it and post here all week. I hope you don't all get tired of me :)

I was going to jump in with both feet and begin sharing excerpts and the like, then I paused and thought a moment and realised, most of the readers of Dishin' It Out don't have a clue who I am.

So I'm going to start there :)

I've always loved to write. When I was about 18 I submitted a few stories to publishers. They were rejected. Unfortunately I didn't have a very thick skin then, and besides, there was soo much partying to be done, so I stopped writing.

It didn't last.

Like most writers, I need to write. It's a compulsion.

For a while I fed my need to write by playing Dungeons and Dragons online in a text-based chatroom. Role playing that way is telling a story, except that you only get to control a select number of the characters.

That fed my writing addiction for a time, but it wasn't really feeding my daughter. I was a single mother at the time, working full time plus doing to university, so I began modeling in order to make some money.

Some of my pictures were actually used as book covers for Silver Moon books, you can see them here --> http://www.midnyte.ca/pictures-from-the-past (possibly not safe for work, they are erotic...I hope LoL)

I parlayed that success into a small amateur website filled with sexy (but softcore) pictures of myself. My rule was that I wouldn't take any picture I'd be ashamed to have my daughter know about. That became a bit of a problem when it came to content. In the adult entertainment industry, more is better, and generally speaking, hardcore rules.

So I started writing again. I wrote naughty stories I could include in my website as content, and they became very popular.

Slowly I created a vast network of websites, most of which featured my pictures and all of which had sexy stories.

A couple years ago there were changes to the record keeping laws for adult webmasters in the United States. I live in Canada and unfortunately those changes were in conflict with Canadian privacy laws. That meant if I wanted to continue working in that industry I had to choose which country's laws to break, the one where my server was, or the one where I lived. I chose to find a new job.

I used the contacts I'd made, as well as the reputation I'd built, to create a new job for myself -- writing copy and stories for other webmasters. This is the ultimate job for me, it allows me to work at home, I get paid to write, and I have time left over to write whatever I want, not just what my clients want.

I spend a fair bit of that time writing fantasy and horror stories under my real name, but I've recently discovered that there is a market outside the porn industry for sexy stories, and I'm working on branching out in that direction -- hence my novel, The Duchess, which is now available from Eternal Press.

I hope you found that interesting, I know it's not as brief as a bio, but I like to think I've come to this business via a unique route, and it's one story I never get tired of talking about. LoL In fact, you should see the long version :)

In other news, I'll be chatting tomorrow at Romance Junkies at 9pm EST (details here) and I'd love to see you there. If not, no worries, I'll be back here again everyday this week to um...dish it out ;)

<3
Rhonda Lee

Get Your Ticket for the Blog Train Excursion

Get Your Ticket for the Blog Train Excursion
Want to win a 'virtual' basket of books? Who wouldn't want SIXTEEN of the best ebooks available. All you need to do is stay tuned for the start of the Blog Train Excursion on Monday, September 8th.

The contest will actually be a blog scavenger hunt. You'll link from site to site and find hidden words to put together and form a famous quote. Make sure to mark your calendar and come join in the fun. If this turns out well, I'll do it again next month as I already have a list of authors wanting to participate.

The first four covers to be offered to the winner are:

Julia's Golden Eagle by Ciara Gold
The Duchess by Rhonda Lee
The Priceless Gift by Anna K. Lanier
Embezzled Love by Ginger Simpson (This one will be a separate drawing)

Tune in tomorrow for the next four.