The Invisable Boyfriend

The Invisible Boyfriend

Ichabod: Today we have with us Alisa Paulson whose story is being featured in a book entitled Untouched Places that was written by Grace Meadows. She claims that her boyfriend Ull is a Huldufolk.
What, you may be wondering, is a Huldufolk?
Well, when I asked Alisa to explain she said that they were a race of invisible people who had sworn an oath to defend nature at all costs. Invisible people….this should be good.
How did you meet your invisible boyfriend?

Alisa: I met Ull while I was holidaying in Iceland. Iceland is so beautiful but can become dangerous without a moments notice. While holidaying there I was compelled to explore the natural beauty. One day I was hiking a mountainous trail. Unfortunately, I was unaware of a thick fog that was coiling around me–unaware until my visibility was impaired. If Ull hadn’t saved me, I may have died on that mountain.

Ichabod: Well it was lucky for you that the invisible man saved you. Tell me, Alisa, do you have a house full of cats?

Alisa: No, Ichabod, I do not. I was told you are a well educated. Surely, you’ve heard of the third man factor.

Ichabod: Yes, I have but why don’t you explain it to our readers.

Alisa: Many have reported, when they were abandoned and alone, facing certain death that a mysterious third person materializes out of nowhere to rescue them.
Well, that’s what happened to me.
Then I fell in love with Ull –and he with me.
But, after saving me, fearing for my safety, Ull vanished from my life.
For you see, he worried what others –like yourself –would think of our relationship.
He remained hidden from me until I once again faced death –this time from cancer. He returned to me because he couldn’t stand to see me suffer.

Ichabod: (((looking around the room))) And is this Ull with us now?

Alisa: Yes and I would advise you to guard your words.

Ichabod: Of course.

Alisa: Unfortunately, only those like myself –those with second sight can see Ull. It’s unfortunate especially for you. Because, you see, Ull could teach you so much.

Ichabod: Such as?

Alisa: He would tell you, “Your world believes too much in what you call fact. You think the only way you can find truth is through math and science. You have forgotten there is another way to see… Old ways of knowledge, old ways of life, are lost to you. You have forgotten the ancient traditions. You have forgotten how to believe without seeing. …You are buried up to your neck in concrete.” Oh, yes, he would have nothing but pity for you.

Ichabod: (((amused))) I will not apologize for being a logical man. I like solid facts, science and math. You seem like a lovely woman, Alisa, but you cannot expect me to simply believe that you have an invisible boyfriend. Where is the proof?

Alisa: Ull informed me that, in Iceland, Huldufolk and Mankind live in harmony. So, I would advise you to travel to Iceland and consult an Icelander concerning the existence of Huldufolk. They’ll tell you –if you’ll listen.
I can’t risk Ull revealing himself to you.

Ichabod: Well, I’m sure a journey to Iceland for you might be easy, what with your 21 century planes and automobiles. Traveling in my day takes much longer and I have too many plans this winter to go off on such a wild goose chase.

(((A chair slowly rises, floats there for a few minutes, and then flies across the room, coming to rest mere inches from where Ichabod sits.)))

Alisa: Ull...

(((the chair is set back down)))

Ichabod: (((blinking))) Well, perhaps... I think I might want to read your story. Can you tell me about the woman that wrote it for you, Alisa?



Alisa: Well, I’m told that Ruth Arnison –an employee of mine –told this story to Grace Meadows. Grace is closely related to Leanne Dyck. In fact, some claim that they are one in the same person –but I have my doubts. They’re just too different. Grace writes erotica. Something Leanne would never do. Interestingly, however, Leanne is currently working on a paranormal psychological thriller –The Sweater Curse. The main character is an After Walkers. After Walkers much like Huldufolk are Icelandic entities. If you want to learn more about that entity ask Gwen Bjarnson –the main character –she’d be a good source and I’m sure she’d enjoy talking with you.

Ichabod: It seems there are all sorts of magical beings in Iceland. Is there a way I can contact this author?

Alisa: You can follow Grace Meadows by visiting her Blog
You can visit Leanne Dyck’s web site www.oknitting.com

Ichabod: And where can my followers purchase this book?

Alisa: Thanks for asking, Ichabod. Untouched Places is currently available from Decadent Publishing. The Sweater Curse will soon be available from them as well.

Ichabod: Well, I have to say I am glad these interviews Miss Wadsworth has scheduled are over. All these strange people and the things it appears they can do. It's almost making me doubt my own sanity. It is so easy for individuals to be duped: especially in the face of levitating chairs and whatnot.
Now, if I could figure out how they have done these tricks and slight of hand perhaps my new business partner and I might be able to make a bit of money. I can't wait to go home and see what Brom-- I mean, my business partner has to say about it.

The Vampire Succubus

THE VAMPIRE SUCCUBUS

Ichabod: Today we have with us Kate Kincaid whose story is being featured in a book entitled Requiem by Ashley M. Christman. This work of fiction, I highly emphasizes the word fiction, will be released 9/27/2010 from Noble Romance. Miss Kincaid claims that she is not human. I am curious what this means. Miss Kincaid, can you please tell us a bit about yourself?

Kate: Well Ichabod, I’m a vampire who also has succubus abilities.

Ichabod: (((clears throat))) Um, could you repeat that, Miss Kincaid? I think I misheard you. Did you say that you were a vampire succubus?

Kate: You heard right, Ichabod.

Ichabod: And what, pray tell, it a vampire succubus?

Kate: What this means is that I can feed on food or ((gives a flirtatious eye)) lust. I can choose either or, depending on the victim or my personal preference. If I feed on sex, then my need for blood is lessened.

Ichabod: (((fidgets restlessly))) You feed on sex? I know I am going to get myself in loads of trouble with my student’s parents for asking this, but how in the blazes does something like that work?

Kate: (((laughs))) If you must know, one time my maker and I went to this dance around your part of the woods.

Ichabod: Near Tarrytown, New York?

Kate: That would be the place.

Ichabod: And what do you mean your ‘maker?’

Kate: The vampire whom snatched me from the wretched condition of mortality and made me into what I am.

Ichabod: That’s preposterous.

Kate: I’m going to ignore that for now. Anyhow, there were plenty of virile men and sexy young women. As you can imagine, lots of repressed sexual energy filled the room thanks to those ridiculous puritanical values you all have.

Ichabod: (((sniff))) Not me. It’s the Dutch settlers that live here who are so blasted puritanical, believe me.

Kate: Yeah, I do. I heard all about your favorite tavern from some of the men at the dance. They were quite chatty.

Ichabod: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Kate: (((laugh))) Oh, yes you do. The tavern that the men like to ‘tarry’ at on Market Day. I heard you like to be tied up.

Ichabod: Yes, yes…well let’s not mention that here. I have a reputation to uphold. Now, please, continue with the rest of this fanciful story.

Kate: (((laughing))) Oh, you’re too easy to tease, Ichabod! Don’t worry, I won’t tell any body about what you’re up to in that back room. I have secrets of my own and perhaps some of my secrets could be shown to you. Well, that dance was ripe for the picking so I just turned on the succubus charm, flirted a bit and before the end of the night, I had an orgy of blood and lust to feed from. I was satiated for nearly two months after gorging myself on them.

Ichabod: I recall hearing about that incident. There was blood found in the house and everyone was out of their mind for days. The authorities deemed that a cruel hoax. Someone put something in the punch. Surely you can’t expect me to believe that you and this ‘maker’ of yours drank their blood?

Kate: Don’t forget the wild sex. The spankings alone were enough to leave some of the young men unable to sit for a few days. I heard there was quite the boom in brides not found to be virgins on their wedding night for months afterwards. Tasty tarts, they were.

Ichabod: Now that’s an image I’m going to have trouble erasing from my mind. Miss Kincaid, I am grateful that you have agreed to chat with me but you must admit, this is all a bit far fetched. Makers, blood and wild orgies. Do you have any proof that this might be true? Any other people that might vouch for your sanity?

Kate: Perhaps you should ask my friend Jack, you can trust him. He is, after all, an angel.

Ichabod: ((((looks skyward))) And now the succubus talks to angels.

Kate: If you don’t want to talk to Jack, perhaps you can pay a visit to my other friend Nick, though I’m not sure he won’t just try and get you to sell your soul to hell.

Ichabod: Perhaps some other time. Since you appear convinced that your story is true, why don’t we discuss something more neutral? Less vulgar. Can you tell me about this charlatan that has written your story?

Kate: Ashley M. Christman is a stubborn recluse. She lives with her partner Tom and their dog, Colby in the upper Midwest. When not conjuring up fantastic worlds or telling the life stories of her subjects, she’s outside, enjoying the great outdoors. She can also be found at the local library, banging away on her keyboard while listening to all manners of music.

Ichabod: Is there a way I can contact this author so that I may speak with them her personally about the nonsense they are perpetuating?

Kate: >Her website www.ashleymchristman.com or her Facebook Fan Page, Ashley M. Christman. You can also contact her on Twitter.

Ichabod: And where can my readers purchase this book if they wish for a good laugh? I’m, assuming it is in the fiction category (((snort, snort )))

Kate: You know Ichabod, for a being a silly human, you have some nerve being so condescending. I’d be careful if I were you, or I can arrange for you to be just as headless as the horseman.

Ichabod: Another false story perpetuated by the superstitious.

Kate: Whatever, pal. Readers can find my tale at Noble Romance
https://www.nobleromance.com/ItemDisplay.aspx?i=184

Ichabod: Do you have any final thoughts, Miss Kincaid?

Kate: I’ll be coming by for a late night snack, Ichabod. Don't worry, babe, I’ll bring the rope. (((as if she had some supernatural ability, she sped away like a blur in the night)))

Ichabod: Well, that was interesting, for sure. While Miss Kincaid was lovely, she was quite confrontational. I suppose that might be expected of the mentally unsound. On the other hand, if she was simply barking, how did she manage to know about me and the tavern? Maybe she was telling the truth….. (((laugh))) No. I’ve been hearing so many ghost stories lately it must be my imagination getting the best of me again.

That rotten Brom Bones probably sent her here to tease me.

Yes, no doubt about it. A sex crazed vampire succubus!

(((laugh))) Really! What poppycock!

Golems and Pixies!

GOLEMS AND PIXIES

Ichabod: Today we have with us Micah Slate, whose story is being featured in a book entitled Fae Eye for the Golem Guy, which was released on the first of August. Micah claims to be an animated golem, living in sin with a princess of the Fae. Now, why don’t you tell us a bit about yourself before we get into these fanciful details?

Micah: As you’ve said, I am a golem. I was crafted from marble by Leonardo da Vinci, set to guard the artwork in his studio. When he passed on, I found work where I could, but I’m bound by the Words that animate me to protect art. I’ve found my most gainful and satisfying employment as chief of security at an art museum.

Ichabod: Oh! You protect art! Now that seems like a logical, mentally sound profession. So explain to me this golem business. You seem to be a living breathing person, what makes you think you used to be a statue?

X: C’mon, stone man. You’re too stiff. Not that that’s a bad thing, in my book, but you need to loosen up a little. Tell the man what he needs to know.

Ichabod: Excuse me, who is this tattooed mannikin?

X: The X that marks the spot. You can call me Xavier if you need to. I’m Micah’s fairy godfather. I mean, I’m a pixie, but the fairies have had such a monopoly on it that the name sticks.

Ichabod: (((laugh))) You are a pixie? Now, I have heard everything. And where do you fit into this fantasy?

X: My doll Ricardo and I made sure stone-killer and his lady love the Philly-chick hooked up.

Ichabod: Your doll Ricardo? You aren’t actually admitting that you and…

X:Ricky and I got it goin on, Icky. I know you ain’t got a problem with that.

Ichabod: (((bluster))) Well! I have no idea what you are talking about.

X: (((laugh hysterically))) Oh, I got you. You in Narnia, so keep the back room in the tavern on the down low.

Ichabod: Narnia?

X: So far in the closet you’re having tea with Mr. Tumnus. Now I know you gonna want the 4-1-1 on Micah’s lady. Her name’s Ophilia, and her deal is she’s daughter of The Morrigan, queen of the Unseelie Sidhe, and she’s got some wicked bad mojo of her own that she’s on the run from.

Ichabod: Philly-chick? Mojo? Is that pixie talk for something?

X: (((to Micah))) He trifling with me? Or just breathing dust?

MS: Actually, it sounds like he’s from the eighteenth century.

Ichabod: Actually, yes. Now tell me about how this ….what did you call her? a Philly-chick? How is this woman important to your story?

X: Stone-killer here helps keep her grounded, ‘cause he’s got the stoic goin’ on. Now, what she does for him, I’m sure you can guess, but in case you’re as much a stiff as you look, it’s the same what Ricky does for me.

Ichabod: (((utterly speechless)))

X: Yo, Icky, you still there?

Ichabod: Let’s get back on topic, if you don’t mind.

Micah: IF I could be permitted to answer my own interview questions.

X: What? Oh, sure, S.K.

Micah: Thank you. When any of the Art under my protection is threatened, the Words in my head give me a feeling for direction and distance, as well as compelling me to act. In addition, the Words provide me with strength, stamina and speed beyond what I normally have. As my form is that of an athletic man, but I am made of marble, I am normally quite strong.

Ichabod: You hear voices in your head? Interesting…

X: And again you put ‘em to sleep, Stone-Man. Let me lay it out for you. What Micah too humble to say is that when the Words be on him, he’s major bad news to the book burners and canvas slashers. I seen him cut down a full grown Ogre in under three seconds. Broke its wrist with brute powah, gut him like a fish with that big blade he keeps in the basement, then move on before it knew it was dead.

Ichabod: The only thing I understood in that entire statement was that you saw Micah gut an Ogre. Is that correct?

X: True dat! Course, that nothin’ compared to what he do when Philly-chick’s mojo work on him. Leo be the premier anatomist of his day, unlike Ken our friend Stone Killah anatomically correct an’ all, an’ the Words even make him look all soft and squishy like you or me. Not that the important bits be soft or squishy when Philly chick around, y’know what I’m sayin’?

Ichabod: You truly have absolutely no decorum, do you?

X: You whiling, dawg. Chill.

Ichabod: (((scowling at X))) So, in review Micah, you claim to be a living, breathing statue made by DaVinci that protects art because the voices in your head tell you to? And your beau is one of the Unseelie Sidhe?

Micah: That is about the size of it, yes.

Ichabod: Do you have proof that any of this is true? Any other people that might vouch for your sanity?

Micah: I could, if you like, lift something, or perhaps let you shoot me.

Ichabod: That’s preposterous! I will not go to prison for shooting you so you can perpetuate this insane delusion that you are made of marble!

Micah: Well, I wasn’t really asking you to because I’d rather not be shot today. While I am not harmed by things that would harm a mortal, I feel them. I actually feel more than a mortal would, since mortals are easier to knock unconscious. As well, my strength is not so much that it is immediately obvious that it is supernatural, unless Art is threatened.

Ichabod: (((snort))) Naturally. Your super strength can only surface when art is being threatened. And since there is no art around here you have no real way to prove your story. So I suppose I should just take you at your word?

Micah: I’m not in the habit of lying, but I suppose I can see your point. As for others to vouch for me, Xavier and his life partner Ricardo would, as would Ophilia, although you’ve obviously doubts about her sanity. You could ask Ms. Teresa Gelt. I believe she is currently a guest of the state of Pennsylvania, although I’m uncertain in which correctional institute they’ve housed her. She shot me at point blank range with a scattergun. That did knock me unconscious for a minute or so. Long enough for Ophilia to deal with her.

Ichabod: How convenient. But I probably won’t be paying a visit to Miss Gelt any time soon. Though she is the only one that knows she is human. I must admit, you have woven a very intricate delusion for yourselves. It probably makes for interesting fiction reading. As I said earlier, your complete fantasy has been penned recently in a novel. Can you tell me about the snake oil salesman passing off your book as fact?

Micah: Robert is a renaissance man. He’s worked professionally as a carpenter, stock boy, medical technician, computer technician, roofer, tutor, janitor, and now as a science teacher. He is a storyteller, his medium is words rather than song or paint or clay.
X: Ain’t you glad I’m here, Icky? Bobby be a mad scientist, and he have two crazy chicks all up in his cranium. Aggie and Penny put the stories in the melon, then poke him with sticks until they come out all fermented and alcoholic. They put the Fae Eye in there, they put the Road Mage in there, they put the tale of Capricious Jones in there. There sequels comin’ out to all those, too. There even a whole list of what they put in there, ‘cause Bobby-boy be meticulous with his recordkeeping. You find that on his site, just make with the click on ‘Stories’.

Ichabod: He is being poked with sticks? How awful!

X: Awful? Not what I heard about you, Icky. You know you love you some poking.

Ichabod: (((ignoring X))) Is there a way I can contact Mr. Roman? The poor chap sounds as if he is being tormented by these insane characters.

Micah: Of course. His website is located at www.robertcroman.com, and all of the other methods of contacting him are there as well. His email is bob.roman@gmail.com, and I’m told he loves feedback on his work, whether it is a compliment or a critique. He has a page on Facebook called Bob’s Books, where he announces news items.

X: Yeah, all that true, ‘specially the bit about feedback. You triflin’ with him, he use it to get better. You all up tryin’ to get with him for his sweet words, his head get so big it fill the room.

Ichabod: Well, we wouldn’t want that! Now, I believe I would like to read this convoluted story you have told me. Where can I find a copy of this book, Fae Eye for the Golem Guy?

Micah: I’ll handle this, X. Robert’s books are available from Decadent Publishing. The story of how I wooed and won my lovely Ophilia is, specifically, here.

Ichabod: I would like to thank both of my guests today. They were far less confrontational than my last guest. Don’t get me started on vampire succubae. (((shudder))) But it seems that I am still a far way from convincing people that there are no such things as supernatural beings. Even if that tiny man appeared less than human. A bit creepy actually.

But to be perfectly honest, this delusion that super powers and pixies do exist seems to be running rampant this Halloween season and it gives me an idea. There could be a lot of money made off of people that believe in supernatural phenomenon. I just need to figure out how to do it. Perhaps I should ask Brom Bones. He always has clever ideas---

What am I saying! I would never give that arrogant man the satisfaction! I think I am starting to believe associating with all these insane creatures is making me barmy!

Cocktails and Cock Tales with Sloan Parker

Today I am launching a new feature on the blog. An interview portion called Cocktails and Cock Tales. And yes, you guessed it! We will be throwing back a few cocktails and sharing the scoop on stories heavily laden with cocks! LOL

COCKTAIL OF THE DAY:


DEANNA'S KRYPTONITE: BV-7's


3 pt Diet 7up

2 pt Black Velvet Whiskey
Serve over ice


This is my beverage of choice pretty much 24/7 and the beverage you should select while reading this interview!

Today I will be chatting cocktails and hopefully a cock tale or two with author Sloan Parker. She is the author of the erotic m/m/m novel MORE, one of my first introductions to m/m. Her latest book BREATHE was released TODAY!!!! Tuesday, Nov. 16th, from LooseId.

Deanna: So let's get started, Sloan. Where are you and what are you wearing?

Sloan: This one sounds like it should be interesting, but sadly, no. I’m sitting at the kitchen table looking out over my backyard. It’s a lovely, sunny fall day. I wish the winter weather would stay away, but other than that I love this time of year. I’m actually in real clothes this morning, wearing a sweatshirt and cargo pants (not my usual Saturday morning pajamas)

Deanna: Real clothes? Wow, I’m impressed! I’m still in my jammies. What’s your poison? Vodka? Hot Coco?

Sloan: You are easy, girl! To impress, I mean. *g*

Deanna: Hey, I may be easy but I ain't cheap! LOL Vodka tonic maybe?

Sloan: I think I'll pass. I had a bit too much vodka in my youth, so I don’t drink it much anymore. These days an ice cold Barq’s Root Beer is like heaven. No other soda comes close to a Barq’s. But sadly, I gave up soda about three years go. I do okay until I see someone drinking one around me. Then I’m about ready to tear it out of the person’s hands. I could have gone for one after revising my current project all day yesterday. I did have a nice cup of hot cocoa, though. It was yummy and decadent and just what I needed.

Deanna: Barq’s, huh? Guess now I know how to bribe you if I ever need anything. Have you seen the Barq's dog? Its a stuffed dog with a root beer can for a head. You know? Barq's has bite? He's cute but naughty. His name is Barqy. Any way, I'm off topic already. Let me get my cocktail and we can get started. Black Velvet and diet 7up... its early but hey, its five o'clock somewhere, right?

Now that we’re comfy, tell me about your new book BREATHE

Sloan: Yep, all comfy. And please, no bribing me with soda. I’m not that strong. Thanks! My new book, BREATHE, is the story of two strangers living in a small town. They meet and discover an undeniable attraction only to learn a little too late they should never have met at all. Or so they think. One man’s wife was killed in a car accident a year before the story starts. The other man is the person who caused the accident that took her life. They are (hopefully) two very likeable guys stuck in an impossible situation.

Deanna: I'm sure if you wrote it, they are likable. :) Where did the idea for this story come from?

Sloan: Several years ago there was a tragic car accident a few miles from my house where a young woman was killed, leaving behind her husband and four-year-old son. It was such a sad story, and my heart broke for the grieving family. Then one night I saw footage on the local news of the man who had accidentally caused the crash. He was in the courtroom apologizing to the woman’s family. I had the TV muted (with closed captioning on since I was working). I only caught a bit of what he was saying, but the look of misery and despair was something I’ll never forget. He’d have to live with that guilt for the rest of his life.
Naturally I felt horrible for this woman’s family, but I also couldn’t get the other man out of my thoughts. Would he ever be able to forgive himself? Would he ever be happy again? That’s when I started writing notes for BREATHE. I wanted to tell the story of these two broken men who were both miserable and lonely, who then found, not only incredible passion together, but something more.

Deanna: Wow, that’s a powerful source of inspiration. What was the hardest part of writing BREATHE for you?

Sloan: I guess I’d have to say the last few weeks of self-editing. I worked on revising and editing this book for months. I never got tired of the story or the characters, but I was frustrated with the speed of putting the finishing touches on it. I wanted to submit it, but I knew it wasn’t quite ready. Now I’m glad I spent the extra time on getting it to the point where I was really happy with manuscript.

Deanna: What’s the easiest thing about writing it?

Sloan: The ending. By the time I got to the last quarter of the book, the words just seemed to fly out. And they were pretty good for my first draft. I edited those pages far less than the rest of the book. And those final chapters move me like nothing else I’ve written. Every time I read through it I get chocked up, or I read like crazy through the high-conflict scenes. There is one tense moment where I had to keep reminding myself to slow down and edit the damn thing.

Deanna: What is your dream story, your opus, if you will? The one you dream about writing but haven’t don’t it?

Sloan: BREATHE was my dream story for the last few years. Now that it’s written, I’m really focused on putting the same passion I had for writing that book into the two that I’m working on now. One is a May/December romance, which I’ve always wanted to write. The other is a friends-to-lovers story about two guys who met in high school and, years later, finally give in to their passion for each other. That one holds a special place in my heart since I met my own sweetie in high school.

Deanna: I totally would love the friends-to-lovers story. What do you mean by a May/December romance?

Sloan: I love friends-to-lovers stories and always wanted to write one. A May/December m/m romance is a love story between an older man and a younger one. Walter Simon (a secondary character in MORE) is finding himself in all sorts of trouble when he falls for a much younger reporter, Kevin Price.

Deanna: I loved Walter!!!! He gets his own story!??! Yippeee!!!!!
Now when did you first discover you were a writer? Were you like sitting on the toilet and just said, “Ya know, I think I’m gonna write a book.” Or was it more profound?

Sloan: LOL…not sure it was profound, but I also wasn’t on the toilet. I was bit by the writing bug when I was a kid and had the chance to enter a short story in a local competition. I didn’t win, but walking around the university-sponsored event, seeing all those books and listening to the authors talk about their passion for their work, I knew I wanted to write a novel. I also grew up in a family of readers and storytellers, so reading was very much a part of my childhood. My mom was a librarian. I spent so much of my childhood literally surrounded by books. I’d go to work with her and get pissed when the other kids would “steal” my mom’s books. Eventually I got the gist of how a library worked. To this day, I think public libraries are some of the coolest places on earth.

Deanna: That’s funny! You thought the kids were “stealing” your mom’s books, lol. What helps you when you are stumped on a scene in a manuscript? I usually have a cocktail or three. But that’s just me.

Sloan: Yeah, took me a while to get the concept of a library. LOL. I get too loopy on cocktails. I don’t write humor well, so it’s probably best I don’t try to write that way. *g* I have found getting up and stepping away from my computer helps. Things like taking a shower, going for a walk, or getting in the car for a drive almost always work to get the ideas flowing. I cannot tell you the number of times I sat on the edge of the bathtub, wrapped in a towel, writing notes while dripping water all over the floor.

Deanna: Most of my stories have a theme song, do you do that for your characters?? If so what is it?

Sloan: There are several songs that remind me of BREATHE. “Better Days” by the Goo Goo Dolls, “Breathe (2AM)” by Anna Nalick, and “Breathe” by Faith Hill are a few. I posted on my blog a couple of weeks ago, http://blog.sloanparker.com/?p=4343, with some of the lyrics that are very much at the core of Lincoln and Jay’s story. I listened to these songs quite a lot when I wanted to get in the right mood during the edits.

Deanna: Tell us about a scene that you have written then afterward, when you read it, you shocked yourself? You know I want a dirty answer (((hint hint)))

Sloan: There are a few scenes that I wrote late at night just before bed, then when I woke up the next morning, I couldn’t believe I had written them. I usually don’t write such a clean first draft, but something about the context mixed with my sleepy state must have just worked. One was a particular steamy, emotional scene in my first book MORE where the three men decided it was time to climb into the oversized bathtub together. It was an intensely emotional moment for them, but also highly erotic. I remember thinking…Damn, I wrote this?

Deanna: I loved that scene! It was so funny when Matthew said the water was all “cummy” afterward. I laughed out loud, so I think you can write funny better than you think!

Sloan: Glad you liked that part and found it funny. When I’m really into the character’s head I can come up with one or two lines, but to carry out a full romantic comedy would be tough for me. Maybe someday.
Thanks for the interview, Deanna! These were such clever questions, as I knew they would be since they were coming from such a witty, clever person. I had a great time! Thank you!!

Deanna: Awww, you don’t need to suck up to me, I already bought your book! LOL! Thanks for stopping by to chat, Sloan!

For the rest of you who would like to check out Sloan’s books you can purchase them here: BREATHE: http://www.loose-id.com/Breathe.aspx
MORE: http://www.loose-id.com/More.aspx

You can also find Sloan at her Website,
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Secret Santa Coming Soon!

Yowzers! That's all I can say!
Here's an excerpt,. Enjoy!

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Adam said in a low, husky tone. He shifted his ass a little, just to tease. “Wanna open your present?”
Paul didn’t respond with his usual cocky reply, rather he let out a low groan that sounded almost painful. Adam’s head jerked toward the fireplace in shock at the closeness of the groan. Paul was already standing beside him.
“Jeez, Paul,” he chuckled. “You’re quick when you’re horny.”
“Mmm-hmm,” Paul moaned in approval.
Adam was always the one doing the chasing but recently Paul’s act of playing hard to get was starting to feel personal. If he had known this naughty little scenario would make Paul come running to him for a change, Adam would have done it a time long ago.
Adam looked toward Paul but could see nothing except for the colorful haze of blinking tree lights. For a flash, Adam worried over the music selection. Earlier he put on the CD as a sycophantic test. Paul hated Elvis, though the King was Adam’s all time fav. He had hoped the sight of a slicked willing ass would make the music more palatable. Now that Paul was actually here, Adam regretted trying to rile his lover.
“I’m sorry about the music…” A fingertip brushed his hip and he shivered.
“Shhh.” Paul’s voice was barely audible as he ran a fingernail down Adam’s spine to the red bow above his ass.
Adam gasped. His hips twitched from the scintillating touch, mildly surprised at the ban on talking, but willing to play along. While he had initiated the kinky tryst, it seemed Paul was the one calling the shots now. That made Adam hotter than hell.

NEW SHORT STORY COMING SOON!!!

I am so excited to unofficially announce my upcoming m/m short story Secret Santa due out mid December from Decadent Publishing.

I wanted to give you all a little tease!

Here's my unofficial excerpt. Enjoy!

SECRET SANTA

Being naked and blindfolded really enhanced the senses.
Adam felt like his entire body was on sensory overload. The pungent aroma of pine, snickerdoodles, and sugar cookies was so overpowering he almost wanted to sneeze. His very skin crackled with more excitement than the promise of new toys under the tree had ever given him as a kid. He gave his dick a playful tug, the lube making his hand glide easily and sending a shiver of delight through his middle.
He giggled to himself. He still couldn’t believe he was doing this!
Naked and prone over the sofa between the glittering tree and the fireplace, Adam was Paul’s Christmas present. Complete with a large red bow around his hips for ‘unwrapping.’ He had invited Paul over for cocktails, though the second his boyfriend got a direct view of Adam’s willing ass, the jig would be up and Paul would know Adam was more interested in cock than tales.
He could almost picture the shock then the hunger that might play across Paul’s face when he entered the apartment and saw Adam, hard, dripping, and ready for him. His cock stirred with interest and he stroked it lightly, the heat of his hand keeping it hard. The desire to watch his lover’s enjoyment almost made him reconsider the blindfold idea.
No, that was half the fun.

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4 1/2 Cherries!

OMFG!

I just got my very first review for Red Riding Hood and I can't tell you how excited I was.

5 Cherries!

There are so few hilights in a writers life. We get rejection after rejection, then we get the call. But fast on the heels of that, is the "hey we don't like the ending, rewrite it" email. Then the editor hurts our way too oversensitive feelings by ripping apart our "baby." They it comes out, and well? We have no clue who is buying it. Probably just our friends we tell ourselves.

But then a TOTAL STRANGER with nothing to gain says they liked our book.

And they put it online for all to see.

How the F cool is that?

So here is my first review, ever, from Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews

And know what else?

Red Riding Hood is up for Book of The Week!

Voting is tomorrow and Sunday! I hope you stop by!