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Wild West Succubus by Lila Shaw: Guest Post and Excerpt

Thanks, Kimber, for having me on your blog to talk about my latest release, Wild West Succubus.
Sometimes a short story is nothing more than that. Other times it’s a seed that with a little TLC can germinate in to a much larger story. Wild West Succubus began its life as a short story, only a few pages in length. It wasn’t a romance. There wasn’t a happy ending. The succubus of the title, Priscilla, was actually a pretty nasty character because she killed a man at the end. Erotic horror would have been the proper genre for it then.The reality is romance sells better than horror. The challenge was taking Priscilla’s murderous sex rampage and turning it into a love story. Ha! Impossible, right?Probably would have been had I not introduced a hero into the story to turn Priscilla around–Hugo. Hugo had to be powerful and he had to see the good in Priscilla. For that to happen, Priscilla needed to soften up some, to have her motivations better explained, to make her more sympathetic. I also needed to build chemistry between Priscilla and her Hugo. I needed to create a hero readers would admire.I think I accomplished all I set out to do and created a much richer story that was more enjoyable for readers. The addition of love always does make for a better story, in my humble opinion.
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Blurb:

A woman damned…

Priscilla Goodnight, a widow in the harsh Kansas frontier, has a cattle ranch to run. She can’t afford to reveal any cracks in her tough exterior or indulge in sexual liaisons with her ranch hands. But a hungry succubus can only exercise so much self-restraint, making discretion, disguise and memory-wiping her top managerial skills.

The mysterious stranger who knows her darkest secret…

Priscilla doesn’t remember hiring the man with the wily smile and the flannel voice. At all. Men as physically appealing as Hugo Desmond rarely escape her bed, let alone her memory. And how is he able to move so fast, yet nobody notices but her?

Is she his target, his mission or his bait?

Hugo is a gargoyle—a specially-trained executioner—sent to purge the west of evil. With succubi falling squarely in demon territory, Priscilla has every reason to fear him … yet she can’t stay away. Hugo says he needs her help and wants to save her soul. But is redemption possible for a woman as wicked as Priscilla, or will love thaw her heart just enough for Hugo to crush it?

Excerpt:

A few of the men are laughing and eating breakfast, but as soon as I walk in, they grow silent … mostly.

“Morning, Miss Priscilla. Did you sleep well?” Fred asks, his last words ending with a snicker.

Most of the other men snicker too, all but Hugo, that is. He probably doesn’t know the rest well enough to be privy to their secrets.

Jesse slaps Gray on the back and Gray grins. Speaking through a mouth full of half-chewed biscuits, Gray says, “I slept like a titty baby myself.”

The others snort back their laughter. Hugo’s forehead furrows as he glances around the table.

I sigh. I don’t know why I expected better from Gray. But little boys must be taught their lessons, and the first one is don’t fuck with a succubus who holds your soul in hock.

After giving each man a smile in turn, I close my eyes and yank on Gray’s tether. He keels over and falls face first into the puddle of gravy on his plate.

“What the … Gray?” Jesse lifts Gray’s face from the plate and shoves him back against his chair, wide-eyed but unseeing. Mr. Yao’s savory sauce drips in long slimy strings from Gray’s nose. “Gray?” Jesse slaps Gray on the face a few times.

Gray isn’t home anymore. I slurp the last bits of his soul’s life-force in and breathe deeply as it spreads throughout every inch of my body. I am energized, immortal, powerful, and pissed off.

Hugo skewers me with his gaze, cold and hard. “Are you sure you want to do that? May raise more questions than it solves.”

What the hell is he talking about? Fuck him! Fuck all of them!

One by one, starting with Jesse, I lock gazes with each man around the table. As I ransack their recent memories, their expressions transform from mirth to horror to incoherent. The two newer hands I’ve never had to mind-wipe before—Winston and Jasper—fall asleep. The older hands will slowly regain their wits with what have been called devilishly hideous headaches. If any of them think they can take to their beds sick today, they’re dead wrong.

Hugo watches the entire proceedings, and when I get to him, my last target, he presses his lips into a thin line and resists my trespass into his mind. Those glacial blue eyes of his frost over and then seal shut, expelling me and slamming the door in my face.

How the hell is he able to do that?

With a snap of Hugo’s fingers, all motion, except his and mine, ceases. The clock stops ticking. A napkin casually tossed hovers an inch above the table’s surface. Mouths are frozen mid-word. Arms float rigidly in the air, and eyes stare blankly.

“Think, Pris,” Hugo repeats. His jaw is rigid, and his hands are curled into fists.

I stop trying to force my way inside Hugo’s mind. “Wh-what’s going on?” I wave a hand in front of Fred’s face, nearly threatening to put his eye out, but he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even blink. I shove my chair away from the table and jump to my feet. “What kind of sorcery is this?”

Hugo slowly raises his eyes to mine. In measured words he says, “Give Gray back his soul.”

“I need it.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “You don’t.”

“He deserved what he got!”

“No. He didn’t. All you needed to do was mind-wipe him, just like the others. Sucking him dry is excessive. You don’t have to go that far. Besides that, we’re kinda short-handed. Do you really want to fall behind this time of year? Think about how hard it will be to find a replacement.”

The horror of this man’s cognizance of what I am grips me. “Who are you? What are you?” I take a few steps back, wondering if I should flee.

He lifts his eyes to mine. “I’m someone you should be very afraid of.”

“Afraid? Of you?” I throw my head back and laugh dramatically, just like those ladies on the stage. “Oh, little big man. I’m not afraid of any man.” But I am afraid of this one.

Author’s Bio:

Lila Shaw is the pen name for a wee hours author of erotica and erotic romance. She adores writing about strong-willed women and the clever, charming (and well-endowed) men who love them. She believes if you can’t occasionally laugh at human foibles, and especially the physical aspects of love, you’re taking life far too seriously … unless the condom breaks, then you have every right to fret. Lila lives in the Portland, OR area with her family. www.lilashaw.com

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Interview with Author Max Vos

I really wanted to title this “Interview with a Vampire-Leprechaun” since it’s St. Patty’s weekend and both vampires and leprechauns come up in this interview.  But, alas, I didn’t actually interview a vampire-leprechaun.  Sound’s both exciting and dangerous–I’d be all trying to get his gold and he’d be all trying to suck my blood, meanwhile, there’d be the interview.  It could be anyone’s game.

Okay, enough with the bloody shenanigans.  I did, in fact, interview M/M erotica/erotic romance author, Max Vos.  It was a good time (maybe not vampire-leprechaun good, but I don’t want that comparison to diminish the experience).  Max was sweet enough to put up with my silliness, and for that, I thank him.

Ready.  Set.  Go!

So, Max, I hear you wrote a vampire novel that isn’t your average blood-sucking yarn.  Wanna tell us a bit about that and what makes it different?

I did. I did it on a dare actually. I wrote it during NaNoWriMo. I had a really difficult time in getting it started. The vampire thing has been so overdone and I didn’t want to do the same ol’ same ol’, ya know? So I basically wrote the whole thing in less than three weeks. Once I got started, and knew where it was going, it almost wrote itself.

This story doesn’t really focus on the vampire aspect, but on the plot of the story. It just so happens that there is an entire platoon of vampire Marines. And who doesn’t love a hot and hunky Marine? I guess that is what makes it different.

Is there a particular author or book that first turned you on to writing gay erotic romance?  Who or what was it? 

What got me started writing was a now dear friend, Susan. She hit me up on a social site wanting to know about M/M relationships and how a Dom/sub relationship works between men. We got to be quite close while she was writing her book in this genre. She then sent me a few M/M erotic romance books, and I was hooked. She talked me into writing a few stories. The first story I wrote got published, which shocked the hell out of me.

I had also read Josh Lanyon’s book on how to write M/M erotic books, which helped a lot. I mean, I hadn’t done any type of creative writing since I was in high school. I was pretty much forced to retire, (I was a Chef) when my feet became so bad I couldn’t stand for the hours needed, so I was really looking for something to do. Now I love it and can’t seem to stop writing.

How would you describe your writing style?

How would I know? LOL I will have to answer that by saying what others have said about my style I guess. Hard hitting, gritty, emotional, extremely graphic. I hold nothing back as to how real gay men have sex.

Are there sub-genres or themes that tend to pop up frequently in your work (paranormal, contemporary, sci-fi, horror)?  If so, what are they? 

Well, the only Paranormal book I’ve written is the Vamp book, “The V-Unit.” I do have a tendency to write about Marines. I have to admit, I do have a thing about them. Although a lot of my short stories have chefs or cooking in them. I have three stories in print with Ravenous Romance, and two of them have something to do with cooking.

The first was “Cooking English”, which is in “My First Threesome.” The other one, just released last month was “Hot Peppers” published in “Snowed In.” I was asked to do another ménage story, so I did a follow-up with “Hot Peppers.” Don’t have a publishing date on that one yet. The other published one was about geeks, so I put a fireman and a hot geek together. I have to admit, I kind of knew the geek in real life, and he is very true to form. LOL

Let’s say you were abducted by aliens.  Why did they choose you and why did they consequently let you go? 

Oh hell, what a question. Hmmm, okay…they chose me because I can cook a mean Beouf Bourguignon (French Beef Stew).

They let me go because I’m a royal pain in the ass, and stubborn as a mule.

While you’re writing/planning—music or no music?  If music, what kind?

Ahhh, I get up early, because I’ve been getting up early for so many years I can’t help it. So first thing is I turn on the news, and have it going on the background. I normally turn it off at nine in the morning, and then it is music the rest of the day. Classical all the way. I have a pension for Chopin. United Kingdom radio is my go to station on the computer.

When it comes to choosing a love interest, what are your three must-haves that start with the letter S.  What are your three absolute turn offs (I’ll be nice and let them start with any letter). 

Oh how awfully kind of you, LOL. Let’s see…the letter S.

How about SEXY.

Smoldering eyes. For me eyes are very important. They say so much about a person.

Shapely ass. How’s that. A man should have a great ass. LOL

Now for the peeves or turn offs. The first one would have to be shaving. A real man doesn’t shave his pubes into the shape of a heart. TOTAL turn off.

Trimming of chest hair. If you have it, flaunt it. I like a furry man personally, and that is a huge turn off to be all manscaped.

Bad breath. Nothing worse than to lean into a hot man and have stank breath hit you in the face.

Oh, I hear ya there!  You’re talking to the girl who brushes the enamel off her teeth.  Bad oral hygiene makes me insane.  Now I’ve got the old Close Up toothpaste theme song stuck in my head.

What’s the meanest thing you ever did to one of your characters? 

I killed his ass. He was a sweet and innocent kid from the Midwest, but he just had to go. LOL

Sweet and innocent, huh?  Sounds like he was asking for it.

You have a story in “Geek Lust.”  Can you give us a quick teaser for that short story? 

“Geek Lust” was fun to write. As I think I said, I knew the geek from years ago.

Here’s a little bit of “Geek on Fire.” –

Eric thought it was cute the way Al kept trying to avert his eyes away from his own pointy nipples, sticking out from his t-shirt. Damn, he was so adorable, Eric thought.

Without thinking, Eric pulled Al into his arms and pressed his lips to the other mans. Caught off guard, Al’s mouth opened from shock, allowing Eric full access to the other man’s warm, moist orifice.

Al seemed to protest after the initial shock wore off, but quickly gave in, as the kiss hastily turned passionate. Eric’s tongue reached for Al’s tonsils, plunging repeatedly towards the back his throat. The longer the kiss lasted, the more Al relaxed into Eric’s body.

Tell us a little about your latest release or project.  Where can we find it? 

Well, I love doing shorts. I think they are fun, and a quick and easy read in this hectic and busy time for everyone. Another author, CR Guiliano, and I are each doing a St. Patty’s Day-themed story. We each are going to post them for free on our own blogs. It is the age old question of how different women write M/M fiction than men. Josh Lanyon has hit upon this several times, so we are going to put it to the test. Even though we both write in this genre, I think we have totally different styles. I look forward to how our readers will respond.

Both are sexy and fun. I hope everyone will leave a comment.

I can’t wait to check them out!  

Okay, it’s pimpin’ time:

www.Max-Vos.blogspot.com – blog of course

MaxVos@ymail.com – IM’s encouraged.

Max Vos on Facebook

Max, thanks so much for coming to play in my sandbox!  Don’t take any wooden shillelaghs from any vampire-leprechauns–they’re a crafty bunch, I tell ya.

I raise my green beer to you, Sir, and look forward to seeing you around!

-Kimber


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.

Proceeds go to help Doctors Without Borders! :)

Proceeds go to help Doctors Without Borders! 🙂

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.

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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. 

From “The New Normal” by Jay Lygon

I went to the doorway, but of course could not enter. That lanky shadow could only be Zoran.

“Is that really you, Dusan? You’re alive?” Clearly, he doubted.

“I’m not exactly dead.” Truth might have been be the first causality of war, but sometimes it refused to go gently into that good night—until some politician staked it through the heart. Like me, my version of the truth had one foot in the grave.

“You’ll be shot if you stand out in the open. It’s too dark to see the sniper warning, but this street is dangerous. Come inside, please.”

Zoran was still a foolish boy. Didn’t he think about where he was standing? After all, he was the one who studied folktales and myths at university. Back then I hadn’t understood how important that knowledge could be in the modern world, but since things had changed, I could have told him how the doorframe—splintered as it was—protected him from things far worse than snipers. The threshold was a place of powerful magic that divided the realm of the supernatural from the human. Two years ago, such an idea would have seemed laughably medieval, but conditions in Sarajevo had spun back to that point in time. Electricity and peace were the new fairytales.

The threshold was also the symbol of the body, inviolate. The old sicknesses could still kill you, as there were no hospitals or doctors left to speak of, but there were new diseases out there that were worse. Invite anyone to come inside at your peril. And yet, he pleaded with me.

Inside the foyer, Zoran immediately grasped me in the embrace I’d long dreamed of, but with a different sort of passion. I closed my eyes and wished the desperation was lust, not fear. With stiff arms, I hugged him back and murmured words of comfort. Yes, it’s me. No, I’m not a ghost. I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye. Yes, I missed you.

He pulled back to shake my hand and kiss my cheeks three times. His face wasn’t exactly as I’d remembered it. It was more gaunt than before, and his brown eyes had lost some of their puppy dog openness. He tried to glance away from my stare, but couldn’t. He shouldn’t have looked into my eyes. I could have held him there forever. I could have compelled him to do things with his mouth that he’d only done in my fantasies.

That was an old hunger. It gnawed at me when I’d had my fill of blood and the rest of the night stretched before me. Regret was a terrible thing when it seemed it could haunt me for all eternity. Sentiment, or more likely pride, stopped me from commanding him to his knees, but I still took a kiss. Like the old days, he laughed and pulled away, but he didn’t push. Instead, he grasped my arm. A ropey blue vein crossed the back of his hand to his knuckle. It twitched with his pulse. Before my hungers overwhelmed me, I had to look away.

The foyer walls met at odd angles. Some artillery blast, maybe the one that destroyed my apartment, had knocked his building sideways. It made me feel as if I were falling even though I knew I wasn’t.

“Come on upstairs. Everyone will be so glad to see you again.” Zoran bounded halfway up the staircase before stopping to look over his shoulder at me. It was if we were in a different time, before the siege began, when we’d staggered into this foyer late at night. He’d jog up the stairs, sure I was behind him, while I held back and wondered if I could stand to watch him turn into someone else for his family. Reluctantly, then and now, I followed.

His butt flexed under his jeans, a mesmerizing sight as I followed it up the three flights to his family’s apartment. At the landing, he said, “You look hungry,” and I tried not to laugh. Did he have any idea what he was saying?

 

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The Hunger Games: My Pseudo-Review

Lefty and I went to see Hunger Games last night.  I do believe this was the first time I attended a movie on an opening day/night.  I read the books a while back and we had been planning this date like a couple of lamo Twihards (only older and much cooler, for the record.  Also for the record, I enjoyed making fun of the Twilight movies, and nothing else). 

I had an impromptu discussion with a random mom at the playground yesterday about all the Hunger Buzz.  She hadn’t read the books, so I told her she must get busy on that and then watch the movie next weekend.  Not sure she’ll take my advice.  Especially after I bashed Twilight knowing full-well she and her teenage daughter read them/watched them together and were fans.  But, seriously, I’m just trying to steer you toward a “real” plot line and “real” writing.  Try it on for size; you may like how it fits.

Anyway, this mom said she heard that she would like Hunger Games because it’s similar to Twilight in that both have a love triangle.  Katniss has to pick between Peeta and Gale just as what’s her face has to pick between the two half-human goons.

I was like, what?  That is so not the allure/point/relevant part of the story at all.  I mean, is there a wee bit of romance to keep the little girly-girls hanging on the edge of their seats?   Yeah, just a little.  But, as I told her, the books are appealing because—wait for it—Katniss kicks ass!  There.  Sorry for the spoiler.  The books are about a selfless and strong girl prevailing in a death arena and at the same time, causing a revolutionary spark.

It’s not about whether Edward is cuter than wolf-boy whatever the hell his name was.  Put a freakin’ shirt on.  Oh, no?  Because you won’t have anything at all going for you without the pecs on display?  Yeah.  We all know already.  And don’t get me started on “make that dumb face again because the camera loves it” Bella.  Puke.  But I’ll stop defiling my post with that crap.

And I’ll thank anyone else who is so inclined, not to defile Hunger Games with ridiculous Twilight comparisons.

Let the young ladies of the world watch/read it and appreciate a balls-to-the-wall heroine who does what she does—wait for it—for the love of her sibling!!!  No boys even make her radar.  She takes Prim’s place to save her, and wins the games so she can go home and keep feeding her baby sister because her mom is a waste of space.

Shock me, shock me.  But even the kiss with Peeta—especially in the book—was contrived to gain sympathy from all of the Games viewers.  Not because she wants to get in his pants.  Or make Gale jealous.  Or get a piggy-back ride at vampire-speed through the woods so she can watch her boyfriend sparkle in the sunlight.  She’s just trying to get them both out of there alive.

Speaking of getting in pants– if I got to choose a pair from the Hunger Games movie (and it wasn’t illegal to seduce underage boys) I would pick—wait for it—Seneca Crane’s cream-colored pants!  That’s right; I liked those way better than the teenager pants.  Applause!  I’m not one for facial hair, but Wes Bentley‘s was decidedly tattoo-like and I would like to take this opportunity to thank him for my delicious dream last night.  XOXO, Wes.

Too bad those pants won’t make it to the next movie. L

Sorry for the spoiler.

Anyway.  Hunger Games.  I know you haven’t heard of it, but see if a movie theater/book store near you has it available.  It’s good.


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