My fabulous editor and friend Rachel Kramer Bussel has made this bubbly book trailer to promote her newest anthology Fast Girls: Erotic for Women, which includes my story “Chasing Danger.”
Enjoy!
Doesn’t that sound enticing? I’m the book club moderator of Eden Fantasys Naked Reader Book Club and I’ll be moderating tonight’s discussion about Alison Tyler’s Red Hot Erotica. Won’t you stop by? It’s easy to create an account! The discussions go at break neck pace for almost four hours and are as wild and fun as you’d imagine an erotica book club to be.
Just when you think it can’t get any hotter acclaimed author and editor Alison Tyler returns with a stunning collection of steamy and scorching erotica sure to set all your desires ablaze. With 19 sweltering stories, Tyler has arranged a fantastic set of tales that incorporate a number of genres all with one central but all too familiar theme-heat. Whether it’s the heat of bodies melding together under the sheets, or the dog-days of summer, these stories will crank the thermostat up past the breaking point.
In Red Hot Erotica, literary goddess Alison Tyler takes the concept of heat and spins it around in 19 different delicious ways. In this collection, the question isn’t “Hot or Not?” it’s “Hot, Hotter or Hottest?” What qualifies as “hot” erotica is a matter of personal taste. Erotic heat is as much about an author’s storytelling ability as it is the reader’s own interests and imagination. In other words, it’s only hot if you, the reader, thinks it’s hot!
So, what makes for a steamy story that stays with you after you’ve read it? Does reading about sex in a tropical locale, such as “Las Agridulces” by Shanna Germain put you in the mood? Do you like the voyeuristic heat of stories such as Bill Noble’s “Stardrift” or do you prefer to read about a character who is the center of attention, such as Rachel Kramer Bussel’s stripper in “Cruising?”
Are first person stories ("I’m walking down Fifth Avenue on the hottest day in July.” ~ Tsaurah Litsky, “No Panties") what steams up your glasses? Do you prefer the slow burn of third person ("Put plain and simple, Ella wanted to fuck the aristocracy.” ~ Saskia Walker, “It’s Not Just Cricket")?
I want to know what it takes to makes a story sizzle for you, dear readers. What stories in Red Hot Erotica resonate with you? What makes erotica red hot for you? What steamy scenario do you want to experience? What sizzling fantasy do you want to write?
If you haven’t read Red Hot Erotica, you are still welcome to participate in the conversation. Stop in and tell us what kinds of stories you like to read and we will be delighted to point you toward some of the hottest erotica around!
My little blog is a stop on the lovely Vanessa Vaughn’s Pack of Lies blog tour this month. As a fan of all things paranormal and erotic, I was hooked from the synopsis:
When Jack is attacked by a powerful werewolf one moonlit night, his world is forever changed.
Marcus is that wolf, the strong leader of his pack, who never imagined a mere mortal could ever escape him, much less ever become one of his kind. And yet, as time passes, he can’t deny the handsome human is slowly beginning to change.
No longer the civilized architect he used to be, Jack feels a new power coalescing inside of him. He barely even recognizes himself as he becomes more sexual, more impulsive, more wild in every way.
But as the bite transforms him, it also binds he and his attacker together forever. The two share a powerful unbreakable link, no matter how forcefully they may each try to deny it.
Marcus is already hiding secrets from the other wolves, and his position as Alpha is threatened. Could Jack be the new ally Marcus needs to set things right, or will their desire for one another draw them away from all they know and alter the course of their lives forever?
As far as I’m concerned, the only thing sexier than vampires is werewolves (hmm… and maybe werecats). I loved Vanessa’s sexy beasts and was delighted to find out this is the first in a series of erotic werewolf novels. Here is a brief excerpt to entice you, too:
The moon.
That soft sensual glow is always with me. Even when I can’t see the night sky, I feel its dark caress.
As the moon’s phases change, it breathes a coy suggestive whisper in my ear. It presses close, and I feel its fingers brush my skin. That light sparks something inside of me. Something primal. It starts a fever somewhere deep and spreads like slow-burning fire through my limbs.
I can always sense the Change starting. The full moon’s strong hand curls around my throat. I feel its grip tighten like a man’s thick fingers on my neck. When that grip makes me suddenly lightheaded, my pulse quickens, and I sink quietly to my knees. I know I have to give myself over, and I know how impossible it is to resist.
Some humans dream about submission. They crave it, complete with soft tortures and the smooth caress of expensive leather. They want to be bound and made to feel wonderfully, blissfully helpless. They enjoy feeling compelled to give in.
Humans like to play with their toys.
But what do they know about pleasure and pain so naturally intertwined?
When the animal in me takes over, I feel sensations more intense than any whip could offer. My teeth descend to sharp lethal points against my tongue, and I feel the lovely, horrifying ache as bones lengthen and skin is stretched.
But that ache only makes me smile.
In that instant of agony, my instincts wash over me like a hard drug flooding my veins.
Desire takes over—the desire for sex and for the hunt—obscuring all logical thought, all worries,absolutely all guilt. I feel ecstasy as I flex my teeth and claws. I feel a need building urgently and unstoppably between my legs with an intensity that few experience.
So, you see, as the gut-wrenching agony of the Change grips me, so does the all-consuming pleasure.Perhaps that is why we wolves prefer our hunts so vicious.
And our sex so rough.
I think maybe I might be a werewolf at heart. 
Thanks, Vanessa, for inviting me to be a stop on your blog tour. Pack of Lies is filled with hot men and delicious sex-- a perfect summer read!
Some pictures from my first Fairy Tale Lust reading Friday night at Bean There Cafe in Norfolk, Virginia. It was a lovely evening with champagne, fairy tale cake, chocolate, a signature “Lusty Latte” (dark chocolate, cherry and amaretto), body painting by Jeff Edney Studios and a lively and supportive crowd of friends and strangers.
I read Charlotte Stein’s deliciously spooky “The Return” and my own demonic “In the Dark Woods.” I was in a dark mood, apparently.
The woodland faerie Pyper and me after the reading
Pyper and Fairy Tale Lust
Taking a reading break to enjoy a Lusty Latte
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My book on a cake! (And beautiful flowers from my best friend Sheri.)
The Kindle version of Fairy Tale Lust was #11 and the print version was #36 on Amazon’s Books>Literature & Fiction>Short Stories>United States list. I know, I know, that doesn’t seem like a big deal given the many, many categories and genre lists. However… please note the books below the Kindle version and above the print version. Holy cow, the company we’re keeping!
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