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Review: Bad for the Boss by Talia Hibbert

I first heard about Bad for the Boss on Alisha Rai’s Twitter feed.  (Side note–Alisha Rai is an amazing author and you should read her books.) She was tweeting about how Bad for the Boss featured a plus-sized heroine and that it was well handled, and that there was an instance of sexual harassment that well handled. I was intrigued.

I bought bad for the boss from Amazon for my kindle app and couldn’t put it down.

Jennifer is a plus sized woman with a dark past. She’s working as a social media rep in an advertising company. The office sleaze is hitting on her, and she sends an email to her friend asking for help to get her out of this situation. But she didn’t send it to her friend–she sent it to one of the partners.

Theo is a work-obsessed man who is unprepared for the accidental email, and is intrigued. He replies, insisting that the work-place should be harassment free, and adds a more personal note. When she replies with a reassurance that she’s fine, but a snarky ps, he’s hooked. He needs to meet Jen.

The connection between the two is irresistible, and as a reader I totally bought in. Jen and Theo are three dimensional people, and you see a glimpse of their lives beyond the office. While Theo is Chinese and Jen is Black, race isn’t an issue beyond a few respectful gestures. Nor is Jen’s weight an obstacle–Theo is hooked on her curves and finds her gorgeous, full stop. As a fat woman myself, it was so refreshing to see a plus sized heroine who I liked and identified with.

When dark things happen, Theo wants to protect Jen, but I don’t want to spoil the ending.

The book is a fast, hot read (I was ready to jump my partner after some of the sex scenes, or failing that, find some other release). I was thrilled to find out there’s a sequel, and have already bought it.

I highly recommend Bad for the Boss. If all the erotica I read this year is this hot, I’ll burn out my vibrator.

Open Calls

My dear friend/editor has open calls for three anthologies (one erotica, two non-erotica). She’s such a great editor to work with. Jessica can help you take your work to the next level because she’s willing to work with you to build a stronger story rather than overwrite your voice.

Here are her open calls…

Wavelengths

Sometimes communication is not as straightforward as we might expect. From body language to Morse code, conveying messages comes in a wide variety of forms. How do we get our message across? Whether you’re talking with other species on this planet or another, we’re looking for your loquacious conversations!  (not erotica–DN)

Sensory Perceptions

Loose your imagination’s libido in this very spec-fic collection of erotica tales. We want plot-focused stories with enrapturing storytelling where the erotica and romance enhance the story rather than being the main goal. Your level of explicitness may vary—the important part is the tale itself. We can’t wait to read your stories!

unrealpolitik

Some of the best speculative fiction stories today have derived from the tumultuous political times of the past from authors seeking to highlight injustice or simply work through their own frustration. We are indeed living in interesting times, locally and globally (and intergalactically?). Whether the subject is government or espionage or even something only tangentially related, we would love to read your stories!

 

 

 

 

New Arrival

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I got back from Bali to find my contributor’s copies of Nine-to-Five Fantasies (ed. Alison Tyler) in my mailbox.  I’ve been so wrapped up in end of year insanity that I totally lost track of the calendar, and the package was a welcome surprise.

Since moving to Singapore in 2010 I’ve become a devotee of the e-book.  Prior to my conversion, I’d always been someone who carried around multiple books (because what if I finish my book before I get home?).  I am very bad at returning library books on time, and I like owning books, so over the years my home library began to overtake my apartment.  Marrying a fellow book nerd did not help the matter.  Nor did spawning two excuses to buy tons of kid’s books children.  Moving halfway around the world to where books are twice as expensive and I worry about how we will eventually transport all of our crap back to the US was the impetus for the switch.  Now I have over 100 books on my phone alone (over 1k in my digital library), and all I need to worry about is my battery dying mid-read.

That said, there is something so amazing about holding a physical book that you contributed to.  Seeing it on your bookcase.  Seeing it in a bookstore (I’ve not seen any in bookstore in Singapore, but I’ve seen Irresistible on the shelves in the US and in New Zealand).  I may buy digital, but my heart still belongs to the physical book.

I walked around with a stupid grin on my face for hours.

A Snog for Sommer

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Readers, today I’m taking part in the “Snog for Sommer” event hosted by Smut For Good

We love a bit of Smut for good over here at Blisse towers and what is better than getting sexy and contributing to a good cause? Doing that and have it help out someone you know.

Sommer Marsden is a fantastically talented erotic romance author, Check out her blog, pick up a book or three, you won’t regret it!

Not only is she very talented she’s an all-round lovely lady. Anyone who’s had the pleasure to interact with her will tell you.

At the moment Sommer’s family are going through a really challenging time, her husband is fighting pancreatic cancer and it is putting a strain on then in many ways. What I’m hoping we can do with our Snog for Sommer is to help take a little of the financial strain off their shoulders.

 

 

Among the Stars

 

Today I’m going to feature a kissing scene from my story “Love is a Virus.” I’m proud to announce it will be part of Coming Together: Among the Stars, edited by Lynn Townsend

 

Captain Lily Dawes has just ordered Ensign Saanvi Patel out of her quarters…

 

Captain Dawes closed her eyes and held her breath, waiting for the sounds that would signal Ensign Patel’s departure. She would re-establish boundaries. There would be no more lapses of judgment in the future.

Shields up, Dawes.

Everyone on board the Seattle took Captain Lily Dawes’s orders. It came as a shock, then, when a hand touched her arm. Automatically, she turned to face Ensign Patel. When soft lips pressed against her own Lily froze, at war with herself. Captain Dawes would push the delectable Ensign Patel away and order her to leave. Shove her into the hall and slam the door in her face. Lily wanted to drag Saanvi to the bed she’d admired earlier. Getting naked and sweaty with exertion and spending every last second there until Captain Dawes had to be back on duty was the best idea Lily had had in weeks.

You should stop.

Saanvi’s lips moved to Lily’s  neck, licking and sucking. Saanvi’s hands slid under Lily’s tank top and her nails scratched Lily’s soft skin.  Lily moaned as her clit swelled—how could Saanvi have guessed that was exactly the thing that would ruin her resolve? She had never been able to resist a lover—male or female—with long nails who knew how to use them. Giving in momentarily, Lily kissed Saanvi frenetically , not bothering to try to catch her breath between kisses, until they were both gasping for air.

“Let me stay,” Saanvi whispered.

 

I love this story, and I’m looking forward to your reading it in full when the book comes out!

 

CONTEST

In honor of A Snog for Sommer I’m running a contest.  Winner gets a free pdf copy of Among the Stars when it’s published (very late 2014/early 2015).

Comment that you’ve donated,  and tell me your favorite sci-fi romantic pairing…either actual or the ones you wish had happened.

 

I hope you enjoyed my snog, and I encourage you to go and read all the other snogs.

Skirting the Issue by Sommer Marsden, Sophia Valenti, and Alison Tyler

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The schoolgirl is an iconic sex symbol.  I certainly own a plaid skirt, and bought a faux Hogwarts sexy schoolgirl costume for Halloween one year because of my own weakness for the schoolgirl look.  The problem for the author and the schoolgirl skirt fetishist is to make it sexy and “real” without sliding into the “ick” factor, which can be a delicate balancing act.  Luckily we have these three authors keeping us flushed red as the plaid of our skirts and loosening the buttons of our little white shirts with their very different takes on the subject.

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I’ve Got a New Girl Now by Sommer Marsden

“Please Mr. Parker.  I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

“I don’t think so.  Veronica, I’ve got a new girl now.”  He walks the perimeter of the room with his hands behind his back and I tap the toe of my saddle shoe to the floor.  Hardwood floors that I have scrubbed for him.  While reciting math facts!  And here he is talking about a new girl.

Mr. Parker keep tormenting Veronica by telling her about the new girl as she does everything she can to please him.  Who is this new girl?  You’ll have to wait until the end to find out.

The more of Sommer’s work that I read, the more I love her writing.  Sommer has a talent of taking the clichéd and putting a unique twist on it, making it new all over again.  This story is one more example of that at work.

 

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A Lesson in Lust by Sophia Valenti

She and I may have both been dressed in campy schoolgirl fashion, but she was the bad girl I’d never dared to be–and just the sort of bad girl I’d always wanted

I like my men nerdy.  I like my men sweet.  I like my men quirky.  I like my women bad.  Bad girls have done it for me for ages, both in fiction and in real life.  I avoided the bad boys, but I’ve fallen prey to a bad girl or two in my time.  And I would follow this particular bad girl anywhere she told me to.  The first person narrator remains nameless, so the reader has no trouble stepping into her shoes…shoes I’ll likely step into a number of times.

 

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Want by Alison Tyler

 Vincent had Lia over his lap, and he was punishing her sweet, sassy ass with a paddle.  I’d seen that ass swish down the hallway.  I had seen it when she’d bent over to unload the laundry.  Seen it when she went prancing out the door in a far too-short schoolgirl skirt, which I now saw was in a crumpled ball on the floor.  But this was my favorite time.  Because he was wielding that paddle with finesse, and Lia continued to cry out and kick her heels and pound her fists useless in protest.  Or mock protest.

That bitch Lia is going to get what’s coming to her.  And the narrator get to watch….for a price.  Alison’s BDSM twist to the schoolgirl skirt is hot, and gives us one of my new favorite phrases–“menage-a-fuck” when the narrator is trying to convince herself not to watch.

 

If you’ve got a weakness for schoolgirl skirts, you should pick up your copy now.  While it’s a supershort book of only three stories, I’d encourage you to read them one at a time to draw out and savour the experience.  The three stories are also such different takes on the theme that reading them together doesn’t create as satisfying an experience.  Pick the one you’re in the mood for and you might just be inspired to pull your own skirt out of your drawer or closet…or convince your lover to wear theirs.  Then proceed to the next tomorrow

For more info on where to get your copy–go here.

 

Zombie Erotoclypse by Tamsin Flowers

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After he read my review of (among other favorites) “POW! It’s Shibari Girl!” by Tamsin Flowers in my review of The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica, my husband told me that Tamsin had published a collection of zombie erotica.

Readers, I married the man for a reason.  He gets me.  I immediately opened my Kindle app and bought it.

This 5 story anthology by Tamsin Flowers will gross you out, make you squirm for all the right reasons, and then finish you off with a laugh.

Why does it even cross my mind to entertain this idea for a nanosecond?  it’s go so many things going against it and so much about it just plain wrong.  Zombie cock?  The risk of death by zombie.  The risk of death by marauder.  A skanky club–and I hate clubs, even great clubs.  Just for the chance to stick some zombie’s grey and rotting cock into my sweet tight pussy.  Yeah, sure Id’ love to get back in the saddle.  One day, in the scheme of things, when the right guy–who definitely isn’t gonna be Skylar–comes along.  But I don’t want to screw a zombie who’ll probably bite my neck in the process and undead me.

Red Hot Zombie Cock features a club where you can have sex with a chained zombie.  Which, humans being humans I can totally see happening post Zombie Apocalypse.

You know that when you’re a teenager, every problem you have is magnified a million-fold.  What you might not realize is that when you’re a zombie, every problem you have is also magnified a million-fold.  That’s a million times a million and, as I’ve never been very good at math, I’m going to leave you to work out the answer for yourself.  It’s a fucking lot, if you can’t be bothered to work it out either.

I was a Teenage Zombie Virgin features the sweetest end to a zombie love story.

But, ultimately, screwing zombies wasn’t satisfying, wasn’t much of a turn on, after the first few weeks.  He did it to scratch the itch but, more and more, Stanley found himself dreaming of a wholesome, young, uninfected human flesh.  Ripe, peachy girls with a pink flush of health and no scabby scales or sores or missing body parts.  God, what he wouldn’t give for a piece of cheerleader squirming underneath him or a nice beach volleyball player he could lick and suck and eventually bite.

My favorite story was Peeping Zom.  Not only because it features the first reference to Paul Revere I’ve ever seen in an erotic story,  it showcases a zombie pervert spying on a human couple.  The human sex is red hot, and the final sentence of the story made me laugh out loud.

However, the newspapers would have you believe that once you’re zombie you’re going to look gross–and that you’re going to be mind-numbingly dumb.  You won’t.  I’ll share a little secret with you–eating brains makes you smart–smart enough to play dumb.  But new zombies always have a bit of a self image problem.  It’s something you get over pretty quickly –as I said, most zombies look normal.  It’s only the ones that have been undead for a really long time that start to look like they’re falling to pieces.

The Joy of Zombie Sex features a zombie Samaritan, who facilitates the transition period to being undead.  Including learning about the various zombie appetites.

I pulled the top up over my head and dropped it to the floor.  Then I lowered my hands to my pants and popped open the fastening.  As they slid down my legs to the ground, I slipped my thumbs into the rim of my panties, running them round the waistband provocatively.

“You want to see more?” I asked.

“Is a zombie hungry?” he answered.  Black humor was the only humor at a time like this.

Bar the Door is a bittersweet but sensual goodbye between lovers, one of whom has been bitten.

 

I realize the idea of Zombie Erotica might be a little outré, and in someone else’s hands it would never work.  Tamsin, however, is mistress of making what would otherwise be a  bizarre concept accessible and erotic.

But if you really can’t get your head around zombie erotica, but still need a new source of braaaaaaiins….I recommend The Newsflesh series by Mira Grant and World War Z by Max Brooks, both of which are some of the best books I’ve read in the past few years.  I’m now a raging Mira Grant fangirl, and I hate the Brad Pitt movie for ruining a fantastic book.

Summer Loving is now available in e-book form and paperback

Screen Shot 2014-07-25 at 9.27.46 pmWhen Sommer’s husband was diagnosed with cancer about a year ago, writers from around the world came together to send support. Bronwyn Green was the pioneer in charge of a fundraising event. Tamsin Flowers came up with the plan to do a charity book. —Alison Tyler, here.

Summer Loving is now available!

I enjoyed reading the full collection, but several stories really stood out for me.

 

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Fireworks Display by Emerald—She had decided to watch some fireworks from the comfort of her car.  Then the truck with six gorgeous men pulls up.

Next week is National Day here in Singapore.  There is a huge display of fireworks as part of the festivities, and when I see them, I know this story will be on my mind.  The build up and tension are great.  The juxtaposition against and description of the fireworks really did it for me.  Emerald is a new author to me, and I’ll be checking out more of her work.

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Tell me by May Deva–A pin-up photography session is the cost of losing a poker bet.

Any story that starts with “Oh, hell no!” is going to grab my attention.  This story hit all my sweet spots.  I love pin-up photography, I love banter, and I really really love twists at the end of a story.

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Arizona, Ireland, New England by Cheyenne Blue—You never quite know where home is until you find it.

Two friends come up with the idea of switching homes for the summer.  But it doesn’t quite turn out how they expected.  As an expat who thought I knew what I was getting into when I moved to the other side of the planet, only to find out that fantasy and reality are two different things, I related to both the women in the story.  The way that Cheyenne uses sensory descriptions–the way one of them “will fearlessly sweep a scorpion from the kitchen bench with a swift flick of a tea towel” makes for a story I’ll revisit.

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I’ve given you an excerpt before.  Here’s another one….

 

“I never liked Josh,” Erik remarked.

“Why?” My high school boyfriend had always been a sweetie.

“Why do you think?  I was crazy about you.  You only noticed I was alive when you kicked Jake and me out of the living room.”

“That’s not true.  I noticed you were alive whenever you ate the last slice of pizza, too.”  Sarcasm was my crumbling wall of defense against desire.

Down girl.  CANNOT.

“Three days with you, and I feel like a lovesick idiot all over again.”  Erik gave a bitter laugh.  “I sound like a fucking idiot, too.”

Our eyes locked.  As one, we turned and began the walk back toward my apartment.

Fingers traced the thin line of skin between the top of my shorts and the bottom of my tank top as we walked.  Erik’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his chest at each red light.  Arousal grew with each passing intersection.  Did the colorful illumination highlight or hide that my nipples were erect?

One more second was too long to wait.  I grabbed Erik’s hand and pulled him into the Botanical Gardens; my apartment was still five minutes away.  Silently, I led him away from the well-lit path.  Once hidden in shadows, we stopped.  The moisture between my thighs couldn’t be blamed on humidity.

It was one thing to burn my way through every battery in my house trying to cool my libido.  It was entirely another to deliberately jump into the fire.

Anyone who chooses to live in a land of eternal summer shouldn’t be scared of heat.

“Caroline,” he murmured.

I twined my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to Erik’s.

Can.  CAN.

 

Remember, all proceeds go to help Sommer Marsden’s family.

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