Texts from Cait - Part Eight

I know we just had a texts from Cait, but this amused me. Also, I've been a real bad blogger.

Bringing the Green Bean Casserole. Again.

It's that time of year when my family only trusts me to bring one dish to the big family gathering. Green Bean Casserole. Now granted, I make a bitchin GBC - it includes extra goodies like garlic, cheddar cheese and bacon. Mmmmm...bacon.

You see, while my family loves me, they don't trust me.

It's true, I'm not a great cook, but I get by. I'd like to think that I could branch out a little and try something else. Maybe those cheesy potatoes with the crunchy stuff on top. Or squash. Or hell, a pie. But nope, I'm on GBC duty. Again.

As has become tradition on this blog, I'm going to mention a few things I'm thankful for.

First and foremost, I'm thankful for my family - even though they're actively stifling my creativity in the kitchen. I have the most amazing kids, husband, siblings, parents and extended family. They're all a little crazypants, but I wouldn't trade any of them.

I'm thankful for my friends - online and real life alike. The connection that have with these people is amazing. I know that there are some people who don't understand that it's possible to build real, loving, supportive relationships with people you may never physically meet, but it's true. I love you guys, and I'm grateful for each and every one of you. And my real life friends, I love you, too. You're all amazing.

I'm thankful that I'm able to build a career that encompasses two of my biggest passions - reading and writing. I feel incredibly lucky to spend my work day editing other authors and writing my own stuff. Grants, some work days are longer than others - and I've had some doozies lately - but no matter how crappy the day is, I'd still rather do this than anything else.

In no particular order, I'm thankful for laughter, dark chocolate, my kids' laughter, changing leaves, the support of my friends and laughing til we cry, bonfires, music, purring kittens, Starbucks, foggy mornings, starry nights, stories to lose myself in, a roof over our heads, books, creative outlets, thunderstorms, snow days, the clacking sound of knitting needles, hot tea, apple butter...

I could go on and on and I probably would if I didn't have to mix up that green bean casserole. Mostly, I'm just thankful for the life I have and I'm thankful for everyone in it. I hope that everyone who celebrates has an awesome Thanksgiving and those who don't have a wonderful day.

And as we say in my fam, Happy Infect and Kill the Indigenous People Day. (As you may have gathered, we're not particularly reverent.) ;)

Texts from Cait - Part Seven

It's time for another episode of Texts from Cait...and yet another example of why I freaking love my sister.

Another week, another winner!!!

Thanks so much to everyone who stopped by and said hi to Rebecca Bond! I love the writing community and it always makes me happy to introduce new friends to my old ones and just share the love.

Now, it's winner time!

The winner of Rebecca's brand new book is

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Sharazade!!!!

Sharazade, I'll have Rebecca email you as soon as possible!

Thanks again to everyone - especially, the loverly Rebecca!

Got Awkward?

As many of my regular readers go, I'm pretty much the Queen of Awkward. I've got a prime example of the the crap that happens to me over at the Writer's Evolution Blog - one I don't think I've shared with you, yet. At least...I can't find it anywhere on the blog, so hopefully, it's new to you. :)

Please feel free to tell me about your most embarrassing story. I promise, you'll be in good company.

You Know What's Awesome?

A writer who gives up all of her royalties on a novel to help a wonderful and much needed charity.

The charity is called ALSO Out Youth. They strive to end all forms of violence, harassment and discrimination based on real or perceived sexual orientation or gender identity. Their mission is to enhance self-esteem, promote healthy dialogue, and increase awareness of sexual minority issues.

ALSO Out Youth provides many direct services, including peer support services, social activities, educational programs and workshops, advocacy, and referrals for gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, intersex, and questioning youth ages 13 to 21, their families and friends, and the community.

See what I mean? An amazing charity!

And the author in question is my equally amazing friend, Kim Dare. She'll be sending all royalties from her November release, Touching Wood to ALSO Out Youth. I hope you'll consider helping by purchasing a copy of her book.

Here's the Blurb:

It’s been quite a while since Ross and his master, Harry, have had time to go down into their basement play room and have some fun together. That’s about to change.

Everyone knows that touching wood can bring a person luck and Ross needs all the luck he can get tonight. Failing to touch wood isn’t an option—but when a man is bound and helpless it isn’t necessarily easy to succeed either.

Please help me welcome Bond...Rebecca Bond (oh c'mon - you know I had to do it)

I don't know if I've waxed poetic about Twitter lately, but damn, I love it! In fact, Twitter is where I met today's guest. Rebecca is a an absolute sweetheart with a wicked sense of humor, and I adore her. She's just genuinely kind and writes some super hot stories. While she's fairly new on the scene, she's definitely an author worth watching!

So please join me in welcoming Rebecca and because she's such a doll, she's offering a copy of her brand new book, Purest Possession to one lucky commenter. Please be sure you leave a valid email address! (Contest ends 11/13/11 - 8pm EST)

How did your writing path evolve?

My writing style and ‘path’ is an ever-changing beast, constantly evolving and (hopefully) improving. This will never change as, like many, I’m constantly striving for perfection and have an incredibly long journey ahead of me. How I write now is a vast improvement on scribblings of a year ago, and how I write this time next year will undoubtedly be vastly better than my current offerings. That’s just how the story goes. But the evolutionary process is always fun and interesting, is it not?!

What type of research do you do for your books?

Writing for this specific genre has led me on quite a path of discovery. In the name of erotica I have learned much about the vast sexual world around us, some of which I’ve delighted in, and some of which I wish I remained ignorant to. Some makes me glow, some makes me cringe, but it’s been an interesting journey of discovery and elements of these findings are slowly beginning to weave their way into my stories. But for me, like most writers, imagination is the key and therefore not every act or scene has to be researched in person in order have the sh*t written out of it in a story.

From what or where do you derive the most inspiration for your stories?

People I come in to contact with usually provide inspiration for characters, whether it be physically or certain personality traits. My senses account for a lot to; I might smell something that will spark an image that leads to a creation of a new scene or story. Or I might touch something that sparks an idea about something sexy. Then of course, as a keen and frequent traveller, different locations always inspire me.

Tell us about your upcoming releases?

Well, I have had a few titles released lately so here’s a little extract of each: -
Roxy’s Revelation (Ravenous Romance) – Annalise has always been shy, content to fall into the background as her outgoing best friend, Roxy, shines brightly enough for them both. When a fun girl's night out turns sour, Annalise finally realises just how naughty her best friend and housemate can be and why it is that she so easily falls victim to Roxy's evil schemes. Annalise finds herself at her best friend's mercy, thrust into a night of deliciously daring deeds. Submitting herself to Roxy, Annalise soon realizes that she may have more power than she thought.

“Please Rox,” Annalise begged, “make me yours.”

It was all Roxy needed to hear. Sitting back, she untied Annalise’s wrists, making her rest on her hands and knees before securing her wrists to the wrought iron bed frame. Slowly she began to expose Annalise; first her corset was removed, freeing her ample breasts, the cool air forcing rose-tinted nipples into hard peaks. Roxy ran a hand from the centre of her shoulder blades, along her spine and down to where the strip of leather covered her bottom. The skirt came off, closely followed by sodden panties, leaving Annalise prone and bare against whatever onslaught Roxy had in mind.

Annalise whimpered as she felt a firm grip around her neck, her breath constricted as silky hands put just the right amount of pressure against her throat, tugging her head back.

“Relax ‘Lis, I’m not going to hurt you,” Roxy spoke sweetly, planting a kiss against her head as she went about her work. The darkness that surrounded her as Roxy slipped the blindfold around her eyes unnerved her. Butterflies began to flutter in her stomach as she realised just how vulnerable she was in her current state. Her heart began to pound within her chest as she waited for Roxy’s next move, a throb building in her cunt as heart and pussy danced in synchronised rhythm.

Buy it here

Painted Pussycat, in Immoral Views (Sweetmeats Press) – An innocent student is welcomed into the Circle of Ink where tattoos, bondage and exhibitionism are all part of her initiation.
I would gaze through the windows as men and women had their flesh stained, tarnished forever with the tattooists’ mark. It was intoxicating. Every time a new client arrived my pulse would race, my body tingle, my mind blur. . .my pussy throb. It was after those hours spent watching the artist’s gun, that I would return home, lock myself in my bedroom and tease climax after climax from my cunt. I would be so aroused by the time I got home that, no sooner had I reached my bedroom, I was eagerly stuffing my hand into my panties and slipping my fingers between my puffy lips, my pussy slick and silky with my juice.

I would pet myself to thoughts of needle and ink. Sometimes I would think back to that first time I stood inside the shop with Carmen behind me, her hands on my shoulders and her lips against my ear. I would imagine her whispering words of filth as I watched Alicia’s golden flesh become tainted with the darkest black and the brightest red. It’s these thoughts that would bring me to orgasm. Soon it was all I could think about, the only way I could cum...

Ebook - Buy it here.
Illustrated paperback – Buy it here.

Purest Possession (Noble Romance) – Celestine is an inexperienced peasant girl who, at twenty-two years of age, still knows nothing of life outside the small French town of Chamboise. For years she has lived in fear of the inhabitants of Château de Délicieux, all too aware of the punishments that are administered at such an establishment.

When Celestine is summoned to the castle by the High Marguise, little does she know that she is about to embark on a journey of delicious discovery and commit the sweetest of sins. This sapphic tale tells of the emotion one woman feels as she succumbs to a life of sexual possession at the hands of her mistress.

As the guard pushed me through the gate and into the courtyard of the castle, the world began to spin, turned upside down in an instant. I rubbed at my eyes, blinking again and again to make sure what I saw really existed. Male servants tended women, scores and scores of women. I felt the rosy blush creep up my neck and settle in my cheeks as I looked on, never before seeing so much naked flesh. Everyone was naked save for a smattering of jewellery, a pearl earring here, and ruby necklace there.

The men wore tattoos, all identical in design and location—a black dagger pointing towards their hearts.

“It’s a symbol,” a voice behind me said, “a symbol that they are members of the Order Délicieux, servicemen to the Ladies of Chamboise.”

I was in a trance. The sight of women being worshipped in ways my mind couldn’t comprehend hypnotised my young eyes. Flesh was caressed, skin was kissed, nipples plucked, pussies fucked.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” the voice said again. A woman.

I felt a hand brush my long hair over my shoulder and begin to slip my rags from my body. I couldn’t protest, my body fixed to the floor, my mind muddled with confusion. I jumped as her fingers grazed against my mound and turned to look at the stranger.

“Yes, I do believe you think it beautiful.” She brought a finger to her lips, slick and glossy. “Your body certainly does.”

I looked at her, gazing at her lips as she sucked my juice from her slender finger. My skin prickled as I watched her tongue snake out to lap away the remaining residue. There I stood, twenty-two years of age, not a girl, not quite a woman. I was completely devoid of experience. I didn’t know what it was like to be touched in the ways that happened to those all around me.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “Why am I here?”

Buy it here.

What do you like best about being a writer?

The freedom to explore new worlds, for in the imagination anything is possible!

What do you like least?

My muse disappearing for days on end and leaving the work unfinished – drives me bonkers!

What would you do if you weren’t a writer? Professional Cadbury’s Giant Buttons eater.

What do you enjoy doing when you’re not writing?

I’m partial to some major nap action, or you’ll find me down the local supping on a vodka or two. Or three. Sometimes four.
Of all of the characters you’ve created, who is your favorite and why?

I adore Celestine, the lovely lady-servant to the High Marquise in Purest Possession, because she is just too cute for words; so inexperienced and vulnerable. I do adore Rexxie Belle too, the leading lady from Painted Pussycat, because she recognises a fetish for inking and embraces it, taking the art of tattooing to new and exciting levels whilst receiving much sexual fulfilment. Yummers!

Do you find it difficult to keep love/sex scenes fresh and interesting?

Yes. Who doesn’t?
What genre of books least appeals to you and why?

Cookery books. Why? Because that requires actual effort to cook. Not for me.

Do you listen to music when you write or do you need quiet?

I often write in silence and in a room with minimal lighting – this dark space allows my creativity to blossom and although I’m a musical nut, I don’t like to threaten the creativity that the solace of silence allows.

What makes a man sexy?

Attitude.
Do you family and friends know you write erotic romance – if so, how have they reacted?

Most of my pals and some of the fam. knows. The Mother knows and approves (and quietly loves it!), The Boy knows and most of my friends and some work colleagues know. They all love it – I haven’t had a negative reaction yet, although there a couple of bods who I think struggle to now separate me from the writing. The Father and The Brother however, definitely do not know. I intend on keeping it that way!
What’s your favorite food?

Roast potatoes. Cadbury’s Giant Buttons. Mushrooms and black pudding on toast. Not all together obvs.
Do you have any bad habits?

LOADS. Far too many to go into here.

If you were stranded on a desert isle, what five things would you want to have with you?

The Boy, Sebastien Chabal, Dave Grohl. . .ooooooh, five things? Erm. . .vodka, my ipodular with an everlasting battery and speakers, pen and pad, and toothpaste! Oh, and an iphone. And maybe some food. And underwear! Or just a bikini. And maybe a little beach hut I could sleep in, with a king-sized bed and sheets of Egyption cotton and fluffy pillows. Lip balm. Sun screen. Some toys to play with. Too greedy?

What do you like about where you live?

The diversity - in London Town anything goes!

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I admit it...I'm addicted

I have a confession.

I'm addicted to Pinterest.

I had no idea what it was until I came across this blog post by Brittany Gibbons - Why Pinterest is Like Black Tar Heroin. So after that rousing endorsement, I had to check it out and fell in love. I like to think of it as a slightly more organized version of tumbler.

To the casual observer, it looks like a collection of cool pictures. But it's oh so much more than that. I currently have thirteen boards that house my collections. There's art that I like, recipes I want to make, a board devoted to my lifelong obsession with gypsies, another that has adorable animals, another with clothes I'd like to wear, and another with inspirational quotes. You can name your boards whatever you like. For instance, my recipe board is called, "Let's be honest...it's food porn." And my craft board is called, "Craft ideas...'cause I need more damn hobbies."

The great thing about this cool collection of pictures, is if I see a recipe I want to try, I don't need to remember where the hell I found it on the internet. The picture that I've saved on Pinterest also saves the original link, so I can always find my way back to it. Like that pair of boots but aren't ready to order them yet? Pin it on your fashion board and come back to them when you're ready.

The great thing is that you can make boards for whatever interests you. Like my Dream House board. Le sigh...

If you're interested in making a Pinterest account of your own, read the post by Brittany. She breaks it down with easy to follow instructions way better than I ever could.

I was gonna post some of my favorite pictures to share with you guys, but I kept getting distracted by all the awesome and damn it, I've got two books to write!

Know any traveling gypsy horse traders?

When we were little, and being particularly annoying, my mother used to threaten to sell us to the first traveling gypsy horse trader who happened by. I would wait excitedly by the window for the gypsies to arrive with their painted wagons and horses and twirly skirts. They never showed. Finally, my brother, Tim, spoiled it by pointing out that there hadn't been any traveling gypsy traders in years - if ever - in this part of Michigan.

Jerk.

Now, this news didn't stop me from fantasizing about running away with the the gypsies, but I'll admit, I didn't wait by the window as much anymore.

When my own kids were little and being annoying, in addition to wishing that the Goblin King would come and take me away right now, I also told them that I was planning to run off with the first gypsy horse trader that happened by.

They just told me there weren't any traveling gypsy horse traders around anymore.

Noticing a theme here? Well, screw that.

If I can't run away with the gypsies, I'll write about them instead. And here's my shiny new cover! Gypsy Wolf will be out early next year! And it has a wagon on it!!!!