Hey folks I am thrilled to announce that you can now pick up 2 new (kinda) Victora Blisse titles!

Lyrical has been extended and released with House of Erotica. Here’s the blurb:

Lyrical is a break from the usual in that my curvy character is a man! I loved writing a strong, confident woman doing the seducing. I love corrupting naive men! Ah, the joys of being an author.

Making it Real is the longest Blisse book today at over forty thousand words and if you need a little cool relief from the heat of Summer the winter scenes within it’s pages will do the trick for you!

I will share a special kiss from BOTH these titles on Sunday, two snogs for the price of one this week!

Also, just to let you know, The Romance Reviews are giving away a copy of The Victoria Blisse Collection, just check out their contest page, answer the simple question and see if you’re a winner!

Dear Journal,
I have something very interesting to write to you about, last night I couldn’t sleep so I took you, a candle and a pen out into the garden. I got caught up in the colours of the dark so didn’t write a word.

I felt safe. I was in my own garden with the huge bushes that surround it and I had my mobile phone in my pocket just in case. I was not at all prepared therefore for the visit of a man. He didn’t arrive subtly cloaked in shadows he strode purposefully into the light directly in front of me. I scrabbled to my feet, the flight or fight instinct had already kicked in.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my garden?” I asked in a commanding voice. Least that’s what it sounded like in my head. In the air it sounded more like the squeaking hinges of a rusty gate.
“I am me,” he said, quite matter of factly, “I was passing and I saw you.”

“Well, carry on passing, this is private property.” He took a step towards me. I pulled my phone from my pocket and waved it in front of him. ”I’ll ring the police!” I threatened but before I could get the device to my ear he’d snatched it and threw it to the ground. Journal, I did internally berate myself for being so stupid at that point. I also thought I was about to die.

“You smell so sweet.” His voice was husky and vibrant and although I was feared half to death I couldn’t help but feel the frisson of excitement rise up my spine in response to his words and his encroachment on my personal space. I couldn’t step back, a tree was there, I couldn’t dart around him because, well you know I’m not made to dart. I’m made for comfort, not speed.

“You are not allowed here,” I did at least attempt to keep my nerve to the end, journal, I did try to be brave. He took no notice of me and continued to walk closer until his chest touched mine.

“And you feel so soft,” his tone was like melted chocolate, tempting, alluring and oh so bad for me. I felt as if I were under a spell, as if he hypnotised me. My limbs were heavy, my heart pounded but I could not move no matter how much I thought about escape. I know you want to know what he looked like, so do I in fact. I know he was tall and willowy and that he was muscled in that subtle way that screams of real work, not gym-puffed exercise. But I didn’t see his face. He was surrounded by shadow, as if he carried them with him as a shield.

His lips felt plump and juicy, though they were cold and it took some kissing for them to even warm slightly. Yes, dear journal, he kissed me and I let him kiss me. I don’t know why, I cannot explain why in any way that makes sense. I just had to let him kiss me. His hand held the top of my arm, he pushed his lithe, magnificent body against me and as soon as his lips touched mine my mind went blank.

My heart beat hard and fast but it was fuelled by lust as his hands travelled over me and I pushed myself into his embrace. His fingers squeezed my plump breasts through the thin barrier of my t-shirt and plain everyday kind of bra. His trail slid down my side, over my hip and into the waistband of my trousers. Yes, I should have stopped him, the dangerous stranger who was assaulting me but I did not want to. I enjoyed it. My blood burned with a need so visceral I moaned when he found my sticky wet slit and gasped with joy when he rubbed my clit, turning my backbone to liquid. It was just his hardness that held me upright. His lips hadn’t once left mine. I was dizzy with lust, desperate for more kisses, desperate for more of him. I couldn’t make my hands move, they seemed stuck around his waist.

He finger-fucked me slowly, as he kissed me passionately. He was quiet, I don’t even remember the sound of a ragged breath drawn from his lips. I just remember the presence of his arm against the tree beside my head and the pleasure-dance of his other hand pressed against my slit, his finger driving me to the very edge of ecstasy. I remember that his lips slipped from mine and kissed down to my neck.

My noises were animalistic as he sucked and licked in the sensitive dip of my neck and as I came he bit down. I don’t know how I could possibly explain the depth of joy and delight that surged through my body as I came, his fingers in me, on, me, stroking me and his teeth clenched in my flesh. It was a violent release that flushed away every last particle of tiredness, doubt and fear and those negative emotions were replaced with a feeling of completeness, of security and of pure satisfaction.

It tickled when he licked where he’d bitten, I giggled and he smiled. I could just see the line of it in the momentary illumination from the moon. His dark eyes glittered and I fell in love then with the man I did not know. He pressed his lips gently to mine.

“Thank you,” he whispered and pressed a little piece of paper into my hand. He left and I clung to the tree afraid to stand on my own.

The paper was a business card. On one side it said THE POINT in stark capitals and on the back it gave an address. I knew I would have to go there. I knew I wanted more of him.

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That was this weeks Silver Flash & Wank Wednesday combo. My prompts were “The colours of night” and “Journal” respectively. If you’d like more exciting fiction check out the other Wank Wednesday entries or the stories of my fellow Silver Flashers in the box below.

Julie Hayes (M/M)

Suid Lynn(M/M)

Ryssa Edwards (M/M)

Lily Sawyer (M/M)

Lindsay Klug (M/F)

West Thornhill (M/M)

Chris Quinton

Sui Lynn (M/M)

Heather Lin (M/F)

Yesterday I provided you with the content of the little talk I led at the UK GLBT meet 2011. Since then I’ve been updated with all the brilliant suggestions other writers offered when I asked and there’s some crackers! I’m going to list them all here and I will attribute them to their clever inventors when I can do so. If I’ve got your little gem of inspiration here and I don’t have your name by it, just let me know and I’ll correct that!

Okay, here we go Thanks to Jenre for her list of ideas offered on the day!.

Part 1:

• Prompts/Random words/Tarot Cards
• Research something
• Explaining the plot
• Taking a nap/day dream
• Email other authors
• Read something else.
• Copyedit what you’ve already written
• Write your synopsis or blurb
• Have a good Perv
• Look at images of your characters

Charlie Cochrane and Jo Myles Suggested these things.

This is about finding inspiration by kick starting it with the use of words.

Look up some info you might need for later on in your story, so you’re working on your opus but you’re not having to write.

Erastes is to thank for this idea!

Talk to a person, talk to yourself or even to your cat! Tell them the plot then you’ll be able to write it yourself.

Serena Yates suggested this

Have a nap as you may get dream inspiration of not you’ll be rested anyway. Also Daydreaming is always a good thing for Authors to do!

Fellow authors are brilliant. When you’re stuck email an author friend or three and ask for help!

Clare London and Bruin Fisher gave us these ideas.

Read either your own work to remind yourself you *CAN* write or read something completely different just to have a break and find inspiration! You may find something to aspire to or you may find that you think to yourself ‘I can write better than that’ it’s all good stuff!

Edit. Again you’re working but you’re not writing. If you’re anything like me you’ll soon be willing to do anything in preference to actually editing your work!

Writing your synopsis and/or blurb will focus you in on what you really want to get out of your story and may help you get over the plot hole you’re struggling with.

A Suggestion from Lucy Felthouse

Lucy Felthouse suggested watching something on the telly for inspiration, I do believe she suggested watching something to ‘perv’ over.

Suggestion by Jay Rockwood

Have pictures/photos by your computer of what your characters look like.

Part 2:

• Clean the house
• Play brain games
• Break that routine
• Use sites like ‘write or die’
• Take part in Nanowrimo
• Stick to the same routine
• Interview the character
• Change the P.O.V
• Use word counters
• Personify your muse

Clean! I said you can tell when I am blocked, my house sparkles! But housework is exercixe and it’s monotony frees your mind to think. You may just get the inspiration you need.

we need to keep our minds sharp so play games online or do the crossword and Sudoku puzzle in your newspaper!

Do Something different! Give yourself a break.

Apparently WriteorDie will yell at you until you hit your word target. This scares me, it might help you though!

NaNoWriMo happens in November but it sets you the target of writing fifty thousand words in a month. It’s amazing what that motivation to get your winner widget can do you know!

If you make a regular time to write every day you’ll get into the routine of writing. That’s the theory anyway.

Suggested by Jo Myles.

Interview your Character. They are there in your head anyway, ask them what will happen next!

Try a different character’s Point of View. It may be you need to change who narrates the scene or it might just be you see something differently that gets you over the block and you can continue writing under the same Character. Ooo Errr.

Suggested by the lovely Lucy Felthouse.

Track your progress with a little ‘bar’ widget to give you motivation.

Another great idea from Jo Myles.

Visualise your muse and ask him/her what the flippin’ heck happens next!!

I hope these ideas combined with yesterday’s post on beating writer’s block help you in your quest to write!