Sunday Snog -Blisse Kiss with Heart.
posted in Blog, Sunday Snog | Tagged: Blisse kiss with heart, Coming Together, erotic romance, excerpt, not what you see, prizes, Uniform Behaviour, Victoria Blisse, what you feel
It’s here! It’s the start of my week long contest where you can win lots and lots and lots of lovely prizes from authors of hot, sexy stories. But not just sexy stories, sexy stories that benefit charities! Make sure you check out blissekiss.co.uk for sexy flash fiction and more kissing stuff!
So readers what do you have to do? Well, you need to read through all the hot excerpts in the list below starting with mine right here and then you need to leave a comment on each post. When you leave a comment you’re put into that authors draw to win, simple as that. And you’ve got until the 30th March to get your comments in, so plenty of time to really enjoy all these hot excerpts.
Now, I suppose you’ll want an excerpt! I’m spoilt for choice really. I’ve got Dirty Deeds in Uniform Behaviour where a share of proceeds go to Help for Heroes. I’ve also got Vanilla with Extra Nuts over at All Romance Ebooks. Proceeds go to the American Heart Foundation. But really, my heart lies with Coming Together. I was there at it’s birth and I’m proud to still support the cause whole-heartedly. Each and every Coming Together volume gives all it’s profits to the charity of it’s choice. I have stories that appear in Coming Together:Under Fire and Coming Together: The Erotic Cocktail vol.1 and with the recent hoo hah with paypal trying to opress our rights I’m chosing an excerpt from My story “Not what you see, what you feel” that appears in Erotic Cocktail vol.1. The proceeds of which go to the Electronic Frontier Foundation who fight for our rights in the digital world.
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“Yeah it’s me. How, how did you guess?”
“I can see my semen on your cheek and chin. I cannot see YOU and so I put two and two together. You’re the only person I know who has invisibility rub!” I was impressed by how calm he seemed.
“Oh. Well erm you said to come and find you if it really worked” I stuttered. I was beginning to feel self-conscious
“I know, I’m not upset. A little freaked out, but not angry at all. It felt so good to have your mouth around me. I was fantasising your mouth was doing such amazing things to my cock and then suddenly your mouth was! Totally amazing and I am sure every man’s wet dream!”
“Yeah I guess” I smiled, relief flooding through me.
“Are you permanently invisible now?” He asked
“Oh no, it wears off. Should wear off sometime soon actually.” I reply. “Oh good, because I feel a right idiot talking to thin air” He chuckled, that smile lit up his face.
“Come and sit on the sofa” his hand reached out to me and I took it, I felt a feeling of de ja vu as Paul pulled me to my feet and I moved over to the couch.
When I was seated Paul passed me a tissue from a box on the table and I cleaned myself up. An awkward silence fell over us until
“Kiss me”
“Pardon?” I couldn’t have heard him right
“I want to kiss you Louise but I can’t see your lips. Kiss me. Please?” I’ve never been able to resist a polite man, especially not one with such wonderfully heart meltingly brown puppy dog eyes, So I leant in, and gently pressed my lips against his.
Our lips moved together, kissed gently and softly at first, tentatively his tongue touched my lips and I parted them, allowing him entrance to my mouth. My tongue rubbed up against this invader, wrapped itself around it and felt out if it was friend or foe. The passion was building and building, one of my hands moved to cup his face and I felt Paul’s arm come up and around me, slowly and carefully he pulled me tighter and began to stroke my arm with a finger. He was “looking” at me through his fingertips, feeling what normally his eyes would see.
So, now for the prize…oooooh! I’m giving three people a chance to win the Blisse Book of their choice. You can pick any one of my single author ebooks and I’ll send it to you. Ooh, nice, eh? So I will email the winners on the 31st March. How do you win this prize? Well, comment on this post and mention the Blisse ebook you’d like to win. Please note only comments where a book is specified will go into the draw. Check my ebook list here to chose what you want.
posted in Blog | Tagged: belief, born this way, Christian, erotic romance, faith, God makes no mistakes, Lady Gaga, Love, Victoria Blisse
So, I had a bit of an epiphany this morning an I want to share it with you. It happened in one of the last scenes of Alvin and the Chipmunks 3. No, really. Apparently one can have a life affirming revelation absolutely anywhere. For it to make any kind of sense you need to know a little bit about my life this week.
So I’ve been busy. REALLY busy. I wrote and edited 18k in a week. Now for some that might seem reasonable. Consider I generally manage to fit in just 1k of writing a day and you see it was quite a feat. If you look in my kitchen you’ll see what had to give to make room for the extra writing too! I’ve been burning the candle at both ends and it’s been a tough old week. Totally worth it, mind, but tough all the same.
Now add on top of that a conversation with someone I respect greatly, someone I consider as a friend who doesn’t really understand how I can write what I write and still be a Christian. It was a good conversation really. I got my point of view in. How I believe God is love and how I can’t see how he could disapprove of anyone falling in love. Be it a man and a woman, two women or two men or whatever combination worked.
I talked about the sin associated with sex. How I believe it is the negative consequences of certain sex acts that is the sin. Like the lies and deceit when a person has an affair for example. But it is the guilt, the hurt caused to others, the damage to self esteem and confidence, the anger and violence that can brew from sex that isn’t mutual, consensual and positive that I think we’re warned against. Not everything associated with sexual activity or fantasy.
At the end of the day I stood up for what I believe in and I felt good about that. However I couldn’t help but wonder if that conversation was a message from God, maybe he wanted me to be something else. Maybe my erotic writing and everything associated with it didn’t please him. Maybe I was wrong.
It’s a possibility, I’m quite regularly wrong. So I’ve been pondering things. I’ve been pondering my future and what I believe in. I believe in Loving my neighbour as myself, or at least trying too and loving God above all else. Those are right at the centre of my faith. Along with the bit that makes me a convicted Christian, the part that is celebrated at Easter. I believe Jesus died for me and my sins and when I kick the bucket I’m off to Heaven which is a place with God that’s so awesome my mind can’t comprehend it. That is in me. It is as much part of me as my green eyes, my curly hair and my scars.
But I am also an author. I have a skill with words and especially words created to tease and arouse. Stories pop into my head. And yes, sometimes they’re ideas for children’s tales or fantasy books but predominantly they’re romances. Romances with the bedroom door swung wide open. Often my characters don’t ever make it into a bedroom. I like sex, I like to write about sex and love and all the emotions that stem from people meeting and falling in love. I explore areas of the erotic that might make some people uncomfortable. Multiple partners, spanking, dominance and submission. A little bondage, homosexual sex, bisexual sex and other flavours that many will consider to be less than vanilla.
Can these parts of me live happily within me?
And so we move to my revelation. I’ve been thinking and praying on these things, talking to people and asking advice. I have a few courses of action in mind and I felt good about my decisions. My revelation? Well, it came when 6 fluffy chipmunks were dancing around on stage singing a high pitched version of this song:
And these words in particular.
‘Cause God makes no mistakes
I’m on the right track, baby
I was born this way
Don’t hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you’re set
I’m on the right track, baby
I was born this way
And there I was in a cinema filled with kids crying my eyes out because I’d just received the exact message I needed to hear. And here’s more:
Whether you’re broke or evergreen
You’re black, white, beige, chola descent
You’re Lebanese, you’re orient
Whether life’s disabilities
Left you outcast, bullied, or teased
Rejoice and love yourself today
’cause baby you were born this way
Baby I was born this way and God makes no mistakes. I make mistakes, copious numbers of them (ask my editors! Ha.) and I have my doubts and my worries. But God made me in his image and he made me just as I am. My favourite psalm in the bible talks about how God knitted me together in my mother’s womb and how it doesn’t matter where I go he’ll always be there with me. (PSalm 139 btw) I might not have all the answers but I trust that God does.
And I feel at peace today. My way might not be the easy way and some people might never be able to understand how I can be a practising Christian and an erotic romance author. That isn’t my problem. I am called to be me and to continue along the path chosen for me.
I’m not going to lie to you, it can sometimes seem quite attractive to wimp out and to stop writing or stop going to church. The problem comes when I think about life without my faith. I cannot imagine that. Or a life without my writing. In that life I go insane because of the stories fighting within me to get out. Neither option is pretty and I’m happy to say I believe I don’t have to chose.
I’m on the right track, baby, I was born this way.
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In other news, today I’m over at Beyond Romance talking about the Sunday Snog and Blisse Kiss With Heart that starts tomorrow, woo hoo!
posted in Blog, Friends Friday | Tagged: Amylea Lynn, Friends Friday, sequels, The Beasts promise book 2
Welcome Amylea Lyn to Friends Friday again this week, it’s a pleasure to have her return!
Hello again everyone! I’m back for yet another visit for Victoria Blisse’s Friends Friday, and I’m so happy to be here!
Today I thought I’d talk a little about sequels and book series. Tomorrow is the release day for The Beast’s Promise, the second book in my series Outside the City from Silver Publishing! Needless to say, I’ve been both nervous and excited all month.
Will my new book be as popular and exciting as the first one in the series? Or will my readers hate it and the book will be a total flop? I’ve seen many cases where the next books in a series (or a sequel to a story) is not as good as the first, and am desperately hoping my next release won’t fall into either of those categories.
I think as an author, this is a real fear we face. It’s different then putting out the first story in a series. If readers are receptive to the first book, like my wonderful readers were, authors start to panic thinking that the next book won’t quite measure up. It feels like the entire future of this series hinges on the acceptance of this second book! I’ve been going back and forth with these thoughts all month, to the point that my family is ready to kill me! LOL.
I’ve forced myself to stop and think, and examine the situation objectively…
I know from experience that readers get very invested in the stories and characters lives, and I don’t want to do anything to damage those characters they’ve fallen involved with; I just want them to grow and expand through experience and life lessons. I know there may be some out there that don’t like what I’ve done with the second book, but only I know where the series is headed in the end, so I make peace with their anger that way.
It’s not easy, but I try to keep the end goal in mind. *winks*
My editor and beta readers have assured me that the second book is just as good as the first in my series, but in the end, it’s all up to the readers to decide. I hope my readers enjoy Owen and Maltok’s story, and I want to reassure them I’m working hard on Sashan’s story as we speak to try and curb my anxiety over this next release.
Owen Sanders has a lot on his mind. Ever since being kidnapped from the City, he’s been trying to get back in order to rescue the twin baby brothers he had been forced to leave behind. The only thing stopping him is leaving behind his newly found mate, Maltok, and the feelings he has for the other man.
Katrian Co-Alpha Chief, Maltok doesn’t know why his human mate refuses to bond with him. When he finds out about Owen’s forgotten family, Maltok is hurt that the smaller man would keep something so important from him. Maltok agrees to help retrieve the children on one condition; Owen must agree to mate him when they return to the Village. Owen reluctantly agrees.
The two men begin their journey and, on the way, learn that some misunderstandings must be resolved before they could have hope for their future. And when the City retaliates against their actions, the two men must make a decision that could save them all…
And possibly destroy the City forever.
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Two little boys, so alike in image and so very different in temperament, curled up together in the small twin bed, sleeping soundly; dreaming of toys and the games they would play in the morning. Neither heard the sirens wailing in alarm or the tromp tromp tromp of the Guard performing a systematic grid search in the vain hope of catching the escaped prisoners before they got away.
Neither knew the danger about to befall them.
The old man heard. He knew something was happening and he prayed to the Founders that whatever was going on wasn’t going to affect his oldest grandson, who worked in the Prison. He glanced over at the clock, straining his eyes in the darkness to see the time. Owen should be home now. Where was he?
Lifting himself up off the old, sagging couch, the grandfather ignored the way his bones shook and his joints creaked, and slowly shuffled over to the apartment window, peaking around one gray curtain to peer out onto the darkened street. The long shadows of men on patrol were barely visible in the thick blackness that was this night. They were searching for something; but for what the grandfather couldn’t be sure. Who could say why the Guard did what they did?
One of the boys whimpered in his sleep and the old man let the curtain fall has he hobbled over to their bedside. Lightly rubbing the small boy’s back, he soothed the restless child back to sleep, smiling slightly when he clung a bit tighter to his twin.
“Micah,” he whispered softly as he carefully pushed a fall of white blond hair off the boy’s brow. He looked over at the identical twin, smiling at the little gray toy car clutched in one small hand. “Lucah,” he said with a light laugh. He could have sworn he’d taken the toy away before bed, but wasn’t surprised the boy had managed to find the little car again. Lucah could be relentless when he wanted something.
He took after his good-for-nothing father in that way.
They were both so small, taking after his dearly departed daughter in size and form; and in sleep they looked so sweet, the usual mischief and teasing smiles missing, causing the boys to look like little cherubs. They were so much like their elder brother; smart and quick, with a ready smile and laugh for the old man who loved them like they were his entire world.
But that smile has been missing for a while now, he reminded himself, as he thought about the twins’ elder brother.
Looking over to the clock again, he tried to ignore the anxiety filling him. Owen should have been home almost ten minutes ago. It was so unlike him to be late. The grandfather prayed to the Founding Fathers that his grandson’s delay wasn’t caused by the drama going on in the streets.
Twenty minutes later he had nearly worked himself into a fit, the constant wails of sirens and the stomping of Guards setting his nerves into a frenzy, when he heard the sound of footsteps outside the door.
“Finally,” he sighed in relief, making his way over from the window he’d been looking through to the door. He had walked about halfway there when the door suddenly burst open, the small implosion knocking him off his feet. He lay on the floor in a daze, as Guard after Guard rushed through the broken door, the sounds of their boots on the shards of metal grating loudly, searing into his memory for all time. The distant sound of children screaming pulled him back from the fog he’d fallen in to, and suddenly he realized it wasn’t his mind that was foggy, the room began to fill with a white, cloying mist.
Gas, his hazy mind informed him, and the grandfather tried in vain to get a breath into his straining lungs. But the action only served to let more of the toxic fumes into his body, and he was too frail to handle the poison filling him.
“Where are the prisoners?” Someone asked from close by, but the grandfather couldn’t answer. Looking toward the voice, he saw a gas mask covered face peeking through the gray cloud surrounding him. The image came from his most hidden nightmares and something he was sure none of them would ever forget. He strained his ears for more sounds from the boys, but the room was eerily quiet.
The twins? he thought, even as his body began to seize and his internal organs started to shut down. Why aren’t they crying? Where are the twins? Owen?
“Where is your grandson, Owen Sanders?” Another voice asked.
The grandfather opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out but a croak.
“Forget it,” a voice replied, and a new masked Guard filled his vision, a pen light shining into his sensitive eyes. “They’re not here. The old man doesn’t know anything.” A gloved finger pressed against his throat, and the grandfather could actually feel his slowing pulse, as he felt sure the Guard could. “He’s a goner. Body can’t handle the gas.”
“What about the kids?” Someone asked, and the grandfather wanted to plead with them to spare his grandchildren, if only he could find the breath. “They’ve gotten a good dose of the gas too.”
“Put a mask on them, and take them to the Orphanage. Let them deal with the kids if they die.” The masked Guard he could see replied.
The masked Guards stood up, and the grandfather could only watch in horror as his two grandchildren’s limp bodies, little faces covered in large black masks, were carried out of the room and out through the broken front door. One of the Guards stopped at the broken metal door, and sealed the doorway with a plastic covering, preventing any more gas from escaping the apartment and into the other residences.
The old grandfather was left there, lying on the floor, body slowly succumbing to the toxic gas infecting his bloodstream and raced through his body.
As his eyes closed, feeling too heavy to keep open, the old grandfather said a final prayer, even as his lungs stuttered and finally stopped working.
Holy Founders, who created the City with such care and love, please watch over my grandsons. Keep them safe, and let their brother find them before it is too late. Please watch over them all.
The old man’s heart slowed. Bu-bump…bu-bump… bu…bump…bu…
He died there on the floor, alone, another victim of the City’s cruel punishments.
Oh Owen, where are you?
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