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Welcome back to my Friday event, shared with a few friends.  I do hope you're enjoying the six paragraphs everyone shares weekly.  I know I am.

Last week, I finished one chapter, so this week, I'm starting Living La Vida Loca.  Here's my six for the week:


I had the good fortune to retire early and devote more time to my writing career.  I do most of my writing in the wee hours of the morning because I've become a night person.  I don't have to get up at a specific time, and I don't have to be anywhere unless I choose to be.  It's a great feeling.

After I had about three books published, I noticed the tide had turned from good old-fashioned romance to hot, steamy sex novels...at least that's what I saw on many of my email loops.  So, not wanting to be left behind by the "erotica" parade, I thought, why not try my hand at writing something a little out of my league.  Did I say little?

The first thing I discovered is you really should have some sort of background on which to draw.  Since I'm a pantser, in my other books, I've depended on my character to tell me a story, but sadly, in Beaches, there wasn't anyone qualified for the job.  I missed the boat on imagination too, as I've never been a sexual being...so I was lacking in two areas at the starting line.  By comparison with what I've read, I have a really boring sex life.  In all my years, I've never heard half the terms you have to pen to create effective sex scenes that meet an editor's approval.  If my husband ever invited me to bed by saying, "Let me slip my pulsing rod into your enticing sheath," I might understand the pulsing rod thing, but I doubt I'd know where he wanted to put it...at least until recently.  I've read some of my competitor's books.  Whew!

I have a question for you.  When your husband makes love to you, do you really think of your nipples as "hardened nubs?"  I guess as I've gotten older and my boobs now sag...and yes it will happen to you too, so don't laugh, the "hard" part for me is trying to imagine the time when they were perky.  When and if I have "nubs," I'm really cold.  Remember that cute little saying, "your headlights are on?"  If mine are, there's a draft somewhere and I need a sweater.

And another burning issue.  How many ways can you describe a penis?  They just aren't that attractive in my opinion.  I know they come in various sizes, some with helmets and some without, but don't they all function the same way?  I'm at a loss to take something ugly and try to make it beautiful for the reader.  Surely they've seen a male organ and drawn their own conclusion.

I've had sex hundreds of times...okay let me do the math here.  I started being intimate at a later age than most because of parental fear, multiply that by x times a week and then by x years....hmmm, I may have exaggerated a little here.  Okay, so I'm not a big fan of hopping into bed for a quickie, but I do support women who get frequent headaches, and my husband can attest to that.  My approach to intimacy will never be "Park that big organ here in my love tunnel."  I'm sticking with "Can you bring me two Tylenol?"

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OKay...that's this week's offering and I hope you'll want to read more.  I'll be back next week...will you?  In the meantime, hop over to my friends and see what they're sharing today.


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Welcome Lisabet Sarai to Dishin' It Out

 Warning:  This may be considered a little spicier than most are used to.  After all, Lisabet is the queen of sexy writings, but she does it with such class.

Helping Vampires to Save the World

Let's face it. Vampires are sexy. Something about the undead stirs up our juices. Perhaps it's their irresistible power. Even when we know the danger, we're so very tempted to surrender to their all-consuming lust. Maybe we want to comfort them, to save them a lonely, bloody eternity. Maybe we secretly crave immortality ourselves.

Vampires are frequently portrayed as evil or at least amoral, viewing humanity from the jaded perspective of centuries. Now, though, vampires are doing their part to save the world.

Coming Together: In Vein is a brand new collection of vampire-themed erotica and erotic romance edited by Lisabet Sarai. All sales of this novel-length volume support Doctors Without Borders (Médecins Sans Frontières). MSF works in nearly 70 countries providing medical aid to those most in need regardless of their race, religion, or political affiliation. Right now, despite being barred from the country, MSF doctors and nurses are in Syria, working with patients from both sides of the civil war. They're performing surgery in caves and sneaking into refugee camps to distribute desperately needed medications.

You can help MSF in its life-saving mission, simply by indulging your passion for vampires. Buy a copy of Coming Together: In Vein in ebook, Kindle format, or print. Enjoy! Then help spread the word! Every copy we sell has the potential to save someone's life.

The list of contributors includes many names you'll recognize. Every one of these authors has provided his or her work free of charge, to support the charitable aims of the project. Furthermore, the editor is giving away a free copy of her short story collection Body Electric  to everyone who buys a copy of Coming Together: In Vein. (For details of this offer, click here.)

You'll find an excerpt below – just to whet your appetite.

Sink your teeth into Coming Together: In Vein. Help our vampires save the world. 

Tell me about Barbara,” she asked finally. “The woman in the photos.” As soon as she saw his ravaged face, she was sorry for the question.

“I was stupid, inexperienced. And we were so much in love. When I realized what I had become, I crawled to her on my hands and knees and begged her forgiveness. I was so terribly sorry to have ruined our plans for a life together. Barbara, though, had other ideas. She pointed out that, according to all information, we could now share eternity. All I had to do was turn her, make her into a vampire too.

“I was reluctant, but she convinced me. She was so beautiful, I couldn’t bear the notion that she would eventually age and die while I’d live forever.

“We planned the ritual carefully, almost as if it were our wedding ceremony...”

“The photos–” Lara interrupted.

“Right.” Jim laughed bitterly. “I set up the camera to record it all. The initiation of my beloved into the realm of the undead. But it all went terribly wrong.” He choked back a sob. Lara felt a sympathetic lump in her throat.

“What happened?”

“Everybody knows how you make a new vampire. First you drain the victim’s blood, bringing her close to death. Then you allow her to drink your blood. That’s what we planned. That’s what we did. It was incredible, terrifying and ecstatic.”

“But?”

“But she died. I couldn’t save her. I couldn’t turn her. Since then I’ve learned the truth.”

Lara was silent, waiting.

“To create a new vampire, you must suck the victim’s blood while you’re physically connected. While you’re having sex.”

“You’re joking!”

“No, it’s no joke. That’s why I ended up this way. That girl at the party—all she really wanted was my blood. But one thing led to another, and eventually we were fucking. I don’t think she really understood either.”

No wonder his little demonstration had produced such an intense effect. For him, blood lust and sexual desire were inextricably entwined. The instinctive drive to reproduce, to bring more souls over the boundary of death into the shadowy world that he inhabited, this was something he could not deny, and could only imperfectly control.

Lara knew she should be frightened. She should get out his seductive presence before she made a final, incorrigible mistake. The risk, the pure reality of it, only made her want him more.

 He was watching her. She could feel his eyes on her lips, on her throat, on the rise and fall of her breasts as her breath quickened.

She glanced around the bar, filling up now that it was after five. Donnie’s was not known as a “blood” bar, but still, she noticed half a dozen men wearing capes and pale make up, plus two or three women in slinky black dresses and wigs. It was pathetic, the way they all craved a fleeting taste of inhuman power, a brush with immortality. And here she sat, thigh to thigh with the genuine article.

“I don’t fully understand it,” Jim said, obviously catching  her thoughts once again. “Why would they want to be me? Power’s nice, but overall, I live a pretty lonely and miserable existence.”

“Maybe—maybe I can make you feel less lonely. For a little while.” Lara cradled his cheek for an instant, then pulled his mouth to hers. His lips were soft as any flesh, warm and muscular as they met and molded to her own lips. She tasted the wine he had been drinking, with background flavors of iron and salt. His tongue, too, felt human, jousting against hers, exploring, questioning.

Her rigid nipples pressed rudely through the stretchy fabric of her top, pleading for his attention. Of course he knew what she wanted. Without breaking the kiss, he cupped both breasts, tracing symmetrical circles around the tips. Her pussy clenched. Her thighs opened involuntarily. She rocked back and forth on the bench, rubbing her clit against the hard wood.

“Please,” she moaned against his open mouth, and then was silent, realizing that she did not have to say anything. He broke the kiss to throw a twenty pound note on the table, then pulled her to his chest.

“Imagine your apartment,” he said, close to her ear. “Think about your bedroom. And hold on tight.”


To get your own copy:  http://www.amazon.com/Coming-Together-Vein-Lisabet-Sarai/dp/1479125555