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from Love Lust and Lipstick Stains
Many thanks to the wonderful blog Love Lust and Lipstick Stains for publishing the first chapter of my fantasy/sci fi Heavenly Revenge.
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Friday, May 9, 2014
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Great Review of Heavenly Revenge
Review of Heavenly Revenge
A great review by Lisa Adams of erotic romance, Heavenly Revenge. Lisa also gave a great definition of the difference between erotica and erotic romance.
Here's some of Lisa's review:
The Plot:
And here comes the unusual. Our heroine is dead. Yep, you heard me. And I'm not giving away anything here because you figure that out in the first two pages of the book. But, she wasn't supposed to die yet. Heaven's not ready for her. So, she has two choices. Hang around Earth haunting people, including her cheating-ex, or go live life in an alternate universe and save the world. Um... hello? Bad-ass chick check... SAVE THE WORLD!The hero? An arrogant king, who is at war with neighbors and believes her to be a spy. Can we say punishment :-)
The Verdict:
I'm really on the fence about this one. The ending was spectacular. An assured happily ever after and what not. But the first meeting of this pair is rather rough and hard to take. The first sexual encounter happens early in the book, but it isn't under the best of terms. There was that moment that I almost put the book down because I thought it was too close to unwanted sex. (I'm so glad I didn't!) In fact the heroine keeps telling him to stop & he keeps persisting until finally she gives in and he has his way with her. Now, she enjoys every bit of it & even urges him to continue. The games continue throughout the rest of the book, and it is an enthralling read, but that first scene was rough. So, I've thought a lot about it and I have to say this is....
It's a "Four Cups of Love" read!
For the rest of Lisa Adams' review, go to Pen the Dream
You can purchase Heavenly Revenge from Secret Cravings, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Bookstrand and ARe.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Snippets from Victoria
It’s time for another installment from Chapter One, Heavenly Revenge
His last cruel words echoed in her head. Josh didn’t
understand. She wore those sloppy clothes like armor, to prove to the
whole world she didn’t care what they thought of her. Rose gave a short,
bitter laugh. The only one she hadn’t fooled was herself. All she’d
ever wanted was to be accepted and loved.
She’d been right all along. You couldn’t trust
people. Even her parents had abandoned her. No grandparents, no brothers
or sisters, no aunts or uncles. They’d left her alone to face so many
sets of foster parents, so many new schools, at least one a year.
There’d been one horror year when she’d changed schools four times.
She’d had to act tough. The bullies ignored her if they thought they
couldn’t get to her.
There was only one person she could trust—herself. She’d known
that, for goodness sake. And that’s where she’d made her mistake with
Josh. She’d let him in, let herself love him. She’d let him make her
weak.
A pain, worse than all the others, had hit her, and she’d slipped into darkness.
Rose glanced at Wilma and Lily and frowned. “Why did I die? I mean, what did I die of? I’m only twenty-three.”
“You had rheumatic fever when you were young, and
unfortunately, the set of foster parents looking after you at the time
didn’t bother taking you to a doctor,” said Wilma. “Then there was that
very bad bout of flu recently that weakened your heart even more. I’m
afraid the shock of seeing Josh…”
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Saturday, October 19, 2013
Snippets from Victoria
Snippets
Continuing on from my last post – another small snippet from my erotic romance, Heavenly Revenge:
Lily
glanced reproachfully at her friend. “Please excuse my friend’s
bluntness, dear. Wilma and I are angels, and it’s our job to organize
people…or should I say spirits? Although I know you think you feel the
same as ever, and it can be so confusing, and—”
“I’m dead?” Rose stared at the two old ladies. “And…I’m sorry. Did you say you were angels?”
She narrowed her eyes and glanced from the tiny, tubby Lily to the
tall, angular Wilma. Even though there were two of them, they were old.
She could defend herself if they turned violent and could certainly
outrun them. But run where? “Look, please, I want to go home. Where am I really?”
Lily gazed anxiously into Rose’s eyes. “You…you do remember that pain in your chest, don’t you, pet?”
She did recall something about a terrible ache.
“And…er…Joshua?” prompted Lily again, still with that worried frown.
Rose stared at the two women without seeing them. She remembered. Josh. She’d loved him so much.
He’d
been late for rehearsal, so she’d gone down to his dressing room to
find him. And had stood, frozen, as she watched him plunging into the
lead violinist. They lay naked, coupling on the couch, the violinist’s
long, thin legs wrapped around Josh’s waist. His white backside flexed
as he thrust. Maybe she’d made a noise, for a shocking pain had clutched
her heart, and she’d been unable to breathe. Josh had stilled, glanced
behind him, and withdrawn so quickly from the girl that he’d almost
pulled the condom off his erection. His rapidly shrinking erection.
“Yes,” whispered Rose, “I remember.”
But her misery hadn’t ended there.
The
girl had scurried away, clasping her bundle of clothes to her naked
chest, leaving Rose to face Josh alone. Even now, looking back, Rose was
amazed at her own calmness. Usually, her temper more than matched her
red hair, as Josh had discovered to his cost in the past. But those had
been silly arguments. Not this.
While
he’d dressed, Josh’s eyes had roved over her, narrowing in contempt.
“You know, if you tried a bit harder with your appearance, maybe I
wouldn’t be interested in fucking other girls.”
You can purchase Heavenly Revenge from Secret Cravings, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Bookstrand and ARe.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Snippets from Victoria
I’ve been busy finalising my latest novella, probably to be called
“Emerald Revenge”, so I’ve been distinctly uncreative in my flash
fiction lately. So here’s the start of a few snippets from “Heavenly
Revenge”:
Chapter One
“The poor, wee girl. Rose, Rose, can you hear me, love?”
Rose’s eyelids fluttered. A
stark, white light stabbed into her eyes and she shut them again. But
in that brief glimpse, she’d seen the blurry faces of two women peering
down at her.
“Rose, are you with us, pet? Open your eyes, there’s a good girl. You don’t have much time.”
“Rose!” The other woman
spoke this time, sharper in tone. Rose opened her eyes and studied the
faces bent over her. Both were older women, about seventy perhaps, with
fly-away white hair and white flowing gowns. As Rose struggled to her
feet, they broke out in relieved smiles.
“Good girl. Och, Wilma, she looks so pale, the poor lassie.”
“Everyone who comes here is pale, Lily. I wish you would strive to be less foolish.”
“All I said—”
During this exchange, Rose
glanced around at her surroundings, and recognized nothing. Flat, barren
land, seared in that glaring white light, stretched to every mist
shrouded horizon. Not another living thing in sight. She breathed in the
cool, pure air, and frowned at the strange, spongy surface beneath her.
“Where the hell am I?”
Both ladies regarded her
with shocked expressions, and the one whose name seemed to be Wilma
said, “Now, now, Rose. This isn’t the best place to be using bad
language.”
Rose blinked. “I’m sorry. I meant—where am I? And who are you? How do you know my name?”
“My name is Wilma and this
is Lily,” the taller woman answered. Lily beamed, her pale blue eyes
warm and welcoming behind her glasses. Rose found herself smiling in
return. Wilma continued. “You’re dead. You’re outside the gates of
Heaven, but you aren’t allowed to go in.”
You can purchase Heavenly Revenge from Secret Cravings, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Bookstrand and ARe.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Celebrate Good Times! Come on! New Release by Virginnia De Parte
Today we're celebrating at Craving Erotic Romance. Anytime a new book is out, we jump for joy! Virginnia's latest book simply sizzles and we're sharing!
Virginnia states, "Memoirs of Lady Montrose" is my first serious erotica. Although some of my other novellas are classified as erotic there's many more sex scenes in this one. Plus the requirement was to write about a menage a trois. I really had to use my imagination here, not having any experience in this field! I enjoyed the challenge and the process so much I have written a second erotic novella. As yet it hasn't been accepted for publication, but it's close. (Just a few changes required.) It's called "Landscapes of Lust" and I hope to have it released within the year."
Blurb:
Lady Helen attends
a Brighton Establishment to be sexually satisfied by their staff. Her husband Henry pays for this arrangement
and together they relive the descriptions of her experiences there.
This idyllic arrangement
falls apart when Christopher Mortlock, from Brighton, recognises Lady Helen in
London and endeavours to blackmail her. He is unaware of Lord Henry’s
involvement and Mortlock’s blackmail plot is turned around to the benefit of
all three of them.
Mortlock agrees to
a new arrangement to satisfy Lady Helen’s sexual needs and is inventive and
athletic in his labours as their gardener and employee; until the day he
introduces her to ‘Fairy Dust.’ Lord Henry’s wrath descends to save Lady Helen
from addiction and punish Mortlock for his audacity.
A sexual romp that
will titillate your senses as much as it delights Lady Montrose!
Excerpt:
“Good evening Mrs. Brown”
someone murmured at her shoulder.
Helen’s stomach lurched.
Her heart leapt in her chest and pounded at speed. Fear fizzed down her spine and turned her
stomach over. Only a small group of
people knew her as Mrs. Brown and those people would not mix with, or be known
to the present company. The cream of London’s society eddied around her,
dressed to impress for their night at the Albert Hall. The interval afforded an
opportunity to be seen and husbands attended with no interest in the musical
recitals of Mozart and Chopin, let alone Beethoven’s Pastoral pieces.
She turned around, her
gaze searching the moving crowd. Three men walked away through the theatre
patrons, one younger than the others.
From the rear he looked well built with wide shoulders, dressed in
formal attire and walking with a slight swagger. The voice she heard had
sounded young. Could it be him? Even if she could see his face she wouldn’t
recognise him. When in the persona
of ‘Mrs Brown’ she always requested a blindfold.
If she had enjoyed his company, she
wouldn’t know.
“Helen.” Charlotte touched her arm to attract her attention
and she turned back to concentrate on the moment and get her nerves under
control.
“Sorry Lottie, sorry.”
“Lady Helen, may I introduce the
Honourable Stuart Whitmore, Member of Parliament for Minderhurst.” Charlotte
indicated the gentleman who’d arrived while her gaze had been fixed elsewhere.
“Mr. Stuart Whitmore, may I introduce you to Lady Helen Montrose.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t talk at the moment. Excuse
me.” She inclined her head towards the fawning Member of Parliament and gave
Charlotte a quick smile. “I must go, Charlotte. I’m worried about Henry. He was
a little poorly when I left this evening.”
“But the programme is
only halfway through.”
“I must go Lottie. I‘ve a
feeling something is terribly wrong.”
“I’ll walk with you.”
They abandoned Mr.
Whitmore M.P in the crowd. He would no doubt turn and inveigle his way into
another group. More important things
weighed on Helen’s mind than the ladder-climbing hopes of a back bencher.
Lottie accompanied her through the throng that filled the foyer. The combined
conversations hummed like a nest of wasps.
They nodded politely to those who moved forward, hurrying past until
they reached the entrance to wait for an available taxi.
“Helen, you’re quite
pale. Are you ill?” Charlotte had known
her for many years but this was one secret Lady Helen could not share, even
with her best friend. The nausea held its place, churning her insides and she
couldn’t explain her pallor to Charlotte, no matter how desperate her need to
share the burden. Only to Henry could she talk. “Are you sure it isn’t you who
is feeling unwell?
“I’m fine Charlotte, just
tired. I’ll be happy to get home.” The
driver waited, holding the door open. “Thank you for your company this
evening.” Helen gave Charlotte a quick
kiss on her soft powdered cheek then climbed into the back of the black
taxicab. Her heart-beat had slowed since the man had called her ‘Mrs Brown’,
but the lump in her throat still hurt. The
sour taste of distress filled her mouth and her breath came in fast gasps as if
she were panting. She leant back against
the upholstery and inhaled several deep, slow breaths in an effort to calm her
apprehension. Thank God Henry would
still be awake when she got home. She needed
his wise counsel, his old frail arms around her, his liver-spotted hands
stroking her hair.
She opened the taxi’s
door, pushing notes in to the driver’s hand, Her relief to be home made her
ignore the cabbie’s call about her change.
In her haste to reach Henry’s side she slammed their front door, the
heavy oak connecting with a thud, and ran up the staircase to their bedroom on
the second floor.
Friends of Henry’s
considered her a ‘decoration on Henry’s arm’
and said as much behind her back, not loud enough for Henry to hear, but
sufficient for her to catch the phrase.
Despite being thirty years her husband’s junior theirs was a love-match.
At first their age
difference had meant nothing, but of late the effects of Henry’s age had torn a
hole in their lovemaking. Henry’s
kindness and his concern for her physical needs was the foundation for the
state of panic now coursing through her. She threw her evening wrap over the
chaise longue, kicked off her evening shoes and climbed into bed beside him.
“What is it?” He tossed
his book aside, reached and wrapped his arms around her to pull her close.
“A man called me ‘Mrs.
Brown’ this evening. Someone from Brighton has come to London and recognised me. It can only mean trouble , Henry.”
“Sshh. Quiet, darling. Let’s think this out.”
She rested her head on
his chest and stretched beside him. He moved aside the bodice of her low cut
dress to stroke her breasts with a smooth caress, his hands no longer the
strong. With a soft touch he wrapped his hand under the giving mass, cupping
it, circling her nipple with his
fingertips in feather-light dance.
“Did he say anything
else?”
“No, I turned around but
several men were walking away from me, one a younger man. He had a thick mop of hair and his stride
held an arrogance not seen in our circles . It
could have been him, but even if I’d seen his face I wouldn’t have known who he
was, Henry. You know I always wear a blindfold - so I can pretend it’s you.”
“Sssh, darling.
Don’t panic so.”
Lady Helen listened to
the steady, slow beat of Henry’s heart
knowing his thought process could not be rushed. After a minute he said, “No
doubt he’ll try to blackmail you.”
She shuddered.
Aren't you shuddering too? You can pick up this book today. It's already getting rave reviews!
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