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Monday, November 24, 2003 - 10:32:44 am
Hello everybody, as Dr. Nick would say. I am doing much better-my leg feels much better & I'm exercising it a few times a day. Next goal- to start walking again!
I have some good publishing news. The "Closet Desire IV" anthology is now for sale at iUniverse.com. This anthology features my story "The Exploding Woman" as well as great stories for Michelle Houston, Jean Roberta and others. URL to purchase book-
http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn
Saturday, November 8, 2003 - 03:20:28 pm
I got my stitches out yesterday and am now starting my rehabilitation. The doctor says I am doing fine but I will have to be on crutches for a few more MONTHS!! Hmm, who is the saint of medical miracles again?
I've been watching a lot of Monty Python episodes and a ton of movies. Saw "Office Space" for the first time-story of my life, sheesh! Also watched my fave movie of all time "Gone With The Wind" for the first time in years. Ya know, Margaret Mitchell was hit & killed by a car while crossing the street by her house. And we all know about Stephen King being hit by a car a few years back. Geez! Can't writers cross the street without getting plowed by some errant driver?
I'm slowly finishing up my edit of "Cougar's Luck" and a few other projects. The "Closet Desire IV" antho is finally going to print. It will be released by iUniverse in a few months, so "The Exploding Woman" will finally be "Published" for real. Oh, and I interviewed novelist Lisa Reed about her rock 'n' roll romance, "Sabra's Soul." The review will be up on "Fallen Angel Reviews" in December. (Lisa's hubby is Guns 'N Roses keyboardist Dizzy Reed.)
Saturday, November 1, 2003 - 09:43:34 am
Well, I never thought it would happen to me, but it did... on Oct. 21st, I was hit by a car while crossing the street and I have a broken leg. They had to operate and the stitches are being taken out this Friday. I am trying to get back into some kind of schedule, but updates will be slow for the next few weeks. I would like to thank my family, Troy, all my rock 'n' roll/writing friends and aquaintances and my co-workers for their support and kind wishes
Monday, October 20, 2003 - 10:12:21 pm
Well, I'm reviewing romance novels & erotica again. Couldn't stay away! I'm now writing for Fallen Angel Reviews- The URL is:
http://www.fallenangelreviews.cjb.net/
They are always looking for new books to review. Contact Ruby or Jo Ann via the e-mail addys on the home page if you have a romance or erotic novel you'd like to submit for review.
Sunday, October 12, 2003 - 09:39:46 pm
There's a new entry under "Fiction"- an excerpt from "Parallel Lives", my rock 'n' roll novel. I'm currently shopping it around to literary agents and publishers.
Thursday, October 2, 2003 - 05:36:22 pm
"The Junk Bar Incident" one of my based on real life "groupie" stories is posted on
http://www.justusroux.com/guest_writers.htm
Scroll down to second story.
Tuesday, September 23, 2003 - 07:25:11 pm
My erotic rock 'n' roll groupie story "The Junk Bar Incident" will be featured on www.justusroux.com from Oct 1-Oct 31. Also, I've added a short excerpt from my forthcoming erotic romance "The Cougar's Luck" to the fiction page, and I'll be adding a longer excerpt in a few days.
Quote Of The Day-
"You just CANNOT have a business card that says Poetry, Pornography, Rock Reviews"
Sunday, September 21, 2003 - 07:31:16 pm
Damn weblog!! It didn't post last time, so I'll try it again..
Here's the "Cougar's Luck" excerpt. I could have given you soccer action or Janine arguing with her family, but I know you guys are interested in other stuff...
Reggie didn’t let many birds into his penthouse-usually he shagged them in hotels or at their place or sometimes he used Mountains or Vic’s as a crash pad. There was something sacred about his Hampton residence. It was a million-pound penthouse, his first flat without a mate. Penny helped him buy it, but once she started ruminating too much on how it should be decorated, he ordered her off the project. Since then, he had a separate accountant to check over his books, his own people independent of Penny. He didn’t mind having her as his business manager, she did have his best interests at heart-but she was an ex-lover. She thought she had been a girlfriend, but Reggie didn’t think of it that way. Mountain had even warned him about her when they had met at a press conference; Reggie didn’t heed his advice and dated her anyway.
He learned never to ignore Mountain’s admonitions again.
“Who decorated this place, Reg, it’s beautiful in a bohemian kind of way. Oh, these paintings are wild, surrealist. What is this cubist painting of a pig?”
“Yeah. Saw that at an art opening in Soho. The bird who did it was only 18. Cute thing too. Goth girl, with jet-black ponytails and blue vinyl gloves. Not my type,” he added quickly. “I like a real woman, with curves.”
She sat down next to him. They drank tea and looked through his box of newspaper clippings his publicist had sent him.
“Oh, how many games a year do you play in other countries?’
Depends who’s on when we go to the World Cup. We played last year in France, Denmark and Senegal.”
“Senegal?”
“Yes. Africa’s great. Vic and me went on safari.”
“Bet you got to see a a lot of wildlife”
“Yeah, they wanted me to take a picture with a lion, but I couldn't.There was no trainer available so they had to PhotoShop the thing together. They wouldn’t let me get to close to ‘im.”
“Can I see that picture-the one above the fireplace?” Janine asked.
“This one? It was taken my first year with Edgely. At the London Zoo.”
The photo framed by the mantelpiece gave her chills. A beautiful, sleek wild cougar and Reggie in the screen all dressed in black a thin, sinewy version of his feline counterpart, his eyes dark and intense beaming power, forcing its way out into the unsuspecting world.
“Reggie, whoever nicknamed you Cougar wasn’t kidding.”
“Oh, you like that picture, huh?”
“It’s uncanny. It’s the eyes. Wild, untamed.”
Reggie walked up behind her and slipped his hands round her waist. “And if you were an animal, you would be a lynx. Sensual, sleek, tawny.” He rubbed her ass through the thin wool dress.
“Beautiful-nice and round and full. Feels good.” His hands went up to the breasts that taunted him through the cutout top of her dress.
Reggie moaned, throaty and low, as he rubbed her breasts. She closed her eyes, wondering when her body would melt. “Reggie, you are making me crazy.”
She fell to her knees and he followed her down the top of her dress, it peeled off and she offered her breasts to him, her strapless bra
falling to the floor.
“You are too generous, my dear.” He tweaked her nipple, and gently licked it before teasing her with his tongue. His long, wavy hair brushed against her shoulder. Janine giggled at the silky tickle of his mane on her bare shoulder. She leaned her head back, and saw the intricate, gold and blue geometric pattern on the ceiling. Like the dome on a cathedral or a roped off exhibit in a museum, it contrasted drastically with the sleek, hedonist worshiping her body. Reggie making love to her for the first time was imposing enough, and doing it in this magnificent penthouse was surrealistic. Any minute now the alarm clock would ring.
But it didn’t. Instead, she heard Reggie’s husky voice. “Time to go to bed, my sweet Janine.”
He slid his arm underneath her velvety legs. The friction of his skin against her trembling knees made her gasp. Imbued with a sense of power, Janine blew in his ear and nibbled at it. “What are you going to do to me, you naughty, naughty man?”
“Oh, you shouldn’t be afraid of me.” Reggie smoothed his hand over her curvaceous ass before laying her on his bed. “I’m the one who should be scared. Just touching your body
drives me crazy. If I make love to you, I won’t be able to stop. Did you put some pagan spell on me?”
Janine stared in his fierce brown eyes, so deep with desire her body trembled with a delicious mix of lust and fear. She knew he would not harm her, but the way he moved over her prone body, sleek and animal like his namesake, sent a wave of fear through her.
The few times she had seen Reggie on the pitch, she had wondered if he made love the same way he played football. She would soon find out that his intensity on the field was no match for his fervor in bed.
He placed her gently on the gold and red comforter. The sheer silk and velvet against her skin made her feel like a goddess placed on a throne to be admired, worshiped and ravished by her god. Reggie knelt between her spread legs. The buttons on his shirt had surreptitiously undone themselves, exposing a strip of hard, tan chest. Janine stared at it, her breathing heavy and feral, as he tore off his shirt.
“You like that, huh, you want to see the rest?” His shirt dropped to the floor. The perfect symmetry of his golden tan chest lead to his flat, washboard stomach, then down to a dark brush of neatly groomed pubic hair.
Janine licked her lips in anticipation, sliding her body up against the sheath of pillows propped up against the intricate, carved mahogany headboard.
Reggie unzipped his pants slowly, intent on torturing her.
“You should see the look on your face. What are you thinking, love?”
“I am thinking that you are an incorrigible tease, Mr. Taylor. Let me see it.”
“Not just yet,” Reggie smiled, and turned his back to her, preferring to let her admire his
rock-solid bum first. His pants disappeared, and he knelt with his back to her.
“Unbelievable.” She murmured. If she got any wetter, the comforter would be soaked with her juices. And she had not touched herself, nor had he.
Playfully, he knelt on all fours and crawled over to her, sliding his full body over her. Arms outstretched on the bed to either side of her, he kissed her, purposely blocking her view of the intended object of lust. Instead, he let his cock brush against her leg, over her pussy, and up to her stomach.
“Oh, yes,” Janine grabbed onto his sides, grasping him voraciously. His body had to stay on top of her, next to her, underneath her, for the rest of the night. His cajoling, evasive tactics had served their purpose. Contrary to his prediction, he had hypnotized her.
The devious bastard.
The magic he weaved upon her body and her psyche reached a crescendo as he kissed her, softly exploring her mouth with his tongue. His finger gently explored her pussy, the already wet and welcoming place greeting him eagerly. He closed his eyes and shuddered at the overwhelming pleasure. Next he set upon her with his hands, massaging her breasts, twisting and licking her nipples, then admiring his handiwork as the pink caps raised hard and swelled at his touch.
Janine reached down and held his cock. With the tips of her fingers-and her fingernails- she teased him, feeling her way around his rigid willy. She giggled at the word. Willy. Such a cute name for a man’s penis. She fell in love with term the first time she heard Reggie use it in the locker room. “Me willy needs a workout soon. He’s been undercover too long.”
Her manual manipulation proved too much for Reggie. His teasing ceased, and deftly, he prepared her for heaven. A little bit of tongue over her ravenous pussy, a touch of cock on her clit before he eased it inside inch by inch, never taking his eyes off her face.
“That feels nice, huh, love? ”
Janine moaned. Words did not come easily to her the rest of the night. His body soothed and entranced her, and she responded by rubbing, massaging and pinching him all over. How many ways could she make him wince and moan with delight? She wished she were a sorceress, so she could indulge his every whim and do justice to his faultless, rippling body. He made her come. She spoiled his willy with her mouth, pussy, and even let him slap her breasts with it and shower them with his life-giving juice. He taught her tricks, like going down on him with crushed ice in her mouth to heighten the effect. She danced for him, turning the transparent scarves she had bought at the Kensington market into instruments of seduction. She draped them over her breasts, posing in the candlelight. Reggie’s eyes flashed with the evil glare of a man who had met his match-and resented it. He was going to do all her could to prove to himself she was not his equal.
But he would fail.
Sunday, September 21, 2003 - 07:22:21 pm
"The Cougar's Luck", my latest erotic romance will be available soon from eXtasyBooks.com. A synopsis & a look at the hot book cover is at:
http://www.extasybooks.com/ebsoon.php3?ebookid
Wednesday, September 3, 2003 - 07:08:18 am
Just added a link to my poems at Muse Apprentice Guild on the "Poetry" page, plus a special section with more erotic poetry. My new article on hanging out at the Troub with hair bands, circa 1983, is up at RockConfidential.com. Excerpt from "The Cougar's Luck" coming soon.
Quote Of The Day- "Did you hear that Poison's equipment truck caught on fire? What is it with all these old '80s hair bands and fire? What is going on?"
Saturday, August 16, 2003 - 11:49:33 pm
There's a new review of "A Devil In The City Of Angels" at
Women On Writing.com
Reviewed By Magnolia
Vanessa happened to see Michael being interviewed on television one afternoon and thought he was the sexiest man she had ever seen. She found him so arousing that she retired to her room to pleasure herself from just thinking about him. A few weeks later Vanessa happened to meet him at a party. Michael was immediately taken by Vanessa’s unusual combination of sexiness and coyness. Introducing himself, they hit it off and went to his place for some great sex. They fell asleep together and when Michael woke he found himself chained to the bed, bound hand and foot. It seems Vanessa was a Dominatrix and had chosen Michael as her slave. Michael soon found he didn’t mind and enjoyed the role with his sexy and firm but gentle “Mistress”.
To read more, go to:
http://womenonwriting.com/Reviews%202003/466A.htm
Tuesday, August 12, 2003 - 06:42:44 pm
Check out VoracityBeat.com- some of my poetry is featured this month, and I'm a participant in the "Salty Witch Circle."
http://www.voracitybeat.com
Sunday, August 10, 2003 - 08:33:07 pm
My poetry book "Close, But No Pizza" is being released as an e-book by Little Poem Press later this month.
Their website: http://celaine.com/little_poem_press.html
Sunday, July 20, 2003 - 11:30:59 pm
"The Exploding Woman" added to "Erotica" section
Sunday, July 20, 2003 - 05:00:38 pm
Seven Film Reviews From L.A. Film Fest Now Up Under "Non-Fiction"
Thursday, May 29, 2003 - 11:29:01 pm
It's here in all it's kinky glory! Yes, "A Devil In The City of Angels" is
officially released. Here's an excerpt - and the link.
WARNING - This is NC-17 stuff, very hot, not for the prudish or repressed.
He could not think of anything but her. Her tits, her ass, the way her tongue like an errant muscle curled around his cock and licked his balls in a fit of insane passion. The bird could fuck and suck better than any of his little Sunset Strip whores. She was playing him for a fool, and loving it. But he loved it, too. Years and years of fawning women obeying his every perverted whim had taken its toll. Sex had started to bore him - maybe he had done everything, hundreds- no thousands- of times over, and nothing challenged him anymore. Vanessa had changed his mind, and gotten his cock perpetually hard again. One flash of her gleaming panther eyes made him feel like a thirteen-year-old schoolboy. She had only been gone for a few hours and already he was carefully, reverently rummaging through her closets, touching and smelling her lingerie and her leather bustiers, rubbing his cock with her cat-o-nine-tails till he came.
His cell phone rang. He knew it was her. He barely disguised his eagerness when he heard her deliberately throaty voice.
“Are you being a good boy?”
“No, you’re not here to discipline me. You know I have no self-control.”
Vanessa laughed. “That’s one of the things I love about you. You’re so honest. You’re breathing heavy…did you just jerk off, baby?”
“When are you coming back? I miss you so much.” Michael swore he could smell her perfume over the phone.
“My sweet, horny slave, you have the busiest cock…umm, does that thing ever rest?” He could almost feel her rouged red lips pressed against the receiver. He imagined them on his cock. “Listen to this,” she taunted. “Come here, Ariana. Do you have something for me?” In the background, Michael heard Ariana’s high-pitched giggle and the creak of the mattress as she edged closer to Vanessa. “You look good, baby, dripping with oil just the way I like--what’s that in your hand…yes, slide it in. I wish you were here to see our new plaything. It’s a glass dildo, lilac and black glass--you must use it on me when I come home.” Vanessa’s voice exploded into moans of indecipherable pleasure. Then the phone disconnected.
Buy the e-book -
http://www.extasybooks.com/results.php3?sub
Saturday, May 3, 2003 - 11:09:00 am
My "BDSM romance"A Devil In The City of Angels was accepted for e-pub by EXtasy Books, and I am in the editing process right now! I'll post a link once the book (well, it's more like a "booklet, it's only 15,000 words long) is available for download.
Saturday, April 26, 2003 - 10:24:39 pm
Greetings! So I finally have a proper weblog. It's not a blog!!! No no!! I would never use such a tacky term! I am currently reading my newly arrived copy of "I'm With The Band" by Pamela Des Barres. Aaah, those were the days. Horny and druggy, yet innocent. Can you imagine if one of the groupies for some obnoxious rap-rock band wrote a tell-all book? It's just not the same thing..