I feel better about the future of seduction now. At least I think I do.
So were you looking for the naked Alexa Day? If so, hey, no shame. Seriously. But there’s good news and bad news.
Bad news first: I’m not *that* Alexa Day. I’m fully clothed out here all the time, and that is probably the way you want it.
The good news is this: I write erotica and erotic romance. So there’s a pretty decent amount of nudity in my work, even if I’m not actively participating in it.
Now if you’re a guy — forgive me for making that presumption, but I figure most folks looking for the naked Alexa Day are dudes — I may have a story coming out just for you, just in time for Valentine’s Day. That’s right. An erotic story, just for men, and just for Valentine’s Day. You can share it with your significant others if you want, but really, I meant it for you to keep.
Want to know more? Keep watching this space. I should have more info in the coming days and weeks.
And good luck finding naked Alexa. Seriously, try turning off the SafeSearch in Google. That worked for me.
Some people think of what sexting is, and they abstain. I imagine what sexting could be … and I fear my phone bill.
Madeline Iva and I are going there with interracial romance novels. You should go there with us.
Turnabout Day arrives in just a few days, on August 22, and as we continue to celebrate my blog’s Jamaica Month, I wanted to share one of my favorite parts of Jamaican culture — the proverbs.
My mom and grandmother were famous for passing along a little island wisdom every now and then, and as crazy as these sayings seemed to me when I was younger, their logic is apparent to me as a grown woman. Try these on for size and see if you can appreciate the truth in them.
1. Sometimes the cheapest comes the dearest. In other words, sometimes the effort to save money can cost more than just spending the extra money in the first place. Consider Tupperware as an example. It’s easy to balk at how much Tupperware costs, but I have Tupperware pieces that are older than I am. That grocery store stuff might be cheaper, but you’ll make up the difference when you have to replace it every few weeks. The same is true of shoes, purses, and that Burberry trench coat you should go ahead and buy.
2. Puss belly full, potato have skin. When the cat’s belly is full, she notices that potatoes have skin. I have a true story to use as an example for this one. One of my little cats used to live outside in the parking lot before I adopted her. Back then she used to eat whatever she could find, especially near the Dumpster. I think this is where she acquired her love for french fries (although I think it’s unAmerican to throw out perfectly good french fries). Now that she lives inside and doesn’t have to scrounge for food in the garbage, she’s developed certain preferences with regard to her fries. Specifically, she only eats the ones from McDonald’s. She will actually turn her nose up at Five Guys fries because of the skin.
3. Man meant fi hang cannot drown. This one’s about destiny. If you’re meant to hang, you can’t drown. It sounds a little morbid, but I actually find it kind of reassuring. After all, when your number is up, it’s up, but until it’s up, there’s no sense to worrying about things.
And here’s one for my upcoming story, “Turnabout Day”: What never happens in a year, can happen in a day. Expect the unexpected! It only takes an instant to change everything.
See, Chloe Newton, the heroine of my story, figured she’d never see her childhood playmate, Peter Darrow, again once he left Jamaica to return to Scotland. But years later, he’s back and ready to help her repair the fleet of steam-driven cane cutters that work her estate’s fields.
Plus Peter’s hot now. Yeah, kind of a complication when you’re trying to keep it businesslike and all.
The story takes place on Turnabout Day, a holiday when the upper class serves the servants. Chloe seizes the opportunity to … well … seize Peter, and hot hijinks ensue. Check it out.
She reached for his mouth, wanting to stroke his full lips. He intercepted her hand and pressed her fingers together almost painfully.
“Listen to me, Chloe,” he whispered before releasing her hand. “I won’t be like those rich boys you’re used to. I won’t treat you as if you’re made of glass.”
His promise, his desire-laden voice, made all her empty places ache, and she sighed. He slid his hands down her bare arms.
“Tonight, you must do as I say, love. You must do anything I say. Is that what you want, Chloe?”
She flattened her hand against his chest and summoned her friend Beryl’s flirtatious spirit. “What do you think?”
He leaned down toward her, moving with a torturous slowness, and she pressed her lips to his. Her skin burned where it met his. The smooth, soft surface of his generous mouth teased her. Need erupted in her, and she fought the desire to wrap her arms around him.
Before she could remind herself that she was Beryl tonight, he pulled away from her. “Chloe, kiss me. Kiss me.”
She pulled him to her and kissed him hard, the way she’d wanted other men to kiss her. She locked her mouth to his, but she’d only begun to ease his mouth open when he parted his lips for her. Then he took control, his tongue eagerly taking possession of her mouth.
Oh, yes. Yes!
So what happens next? You’ll have to wait a week to find out!
I’ve decided that this August is ‘Turnabout Day’ Month, which sounds a little weird if you say it out loud. In honor of my upcoming release, a short story set in Jamaica’s steam-driven alternate history, I’m going to hit you up with Jamaica-themed blog posts all month long.
And because I’m sure you thought I forgot last month, I’m going to start with a Jamaica-themed Swirl of the Month. This month, we’re going to celebrate Grace Jones and Dolph Lundgren.
Aren’t they pretty together?
Here’s just a touch of trivia for this striking couple.
He got into the movie business when visiting Grace on the set of A View to a Kill; when one of the extras didn’t show up, the director went looking for volunteers.
Grace is a preacher’s kid (well, of course, she is) from Jamaica. Dolph’s from Sweden and studied chemical engineering at MIT.
Grace performed at the Queen’s Jubilee celebration a couple of years ago. She sang one of her songs (“Slave to the Rhythm”) while hula hooping. That’s eight minutes of hula hooping, neighbors. She had her mic in one hand and a pair of finger cymbals on the other, and she started the hula hoop up the way that most of us put on our pants.
Most of us remember Dolph as Ivan Drago in Rocky IV (he had to break Rocky, remember?). He also gives a terrific interview. Check him out here with Men’s Health.
Aren’t these two a great way to kick off our new monthly tradition? Be on the lookout for next month’s Ambassadors of Swirl. And in the meantime, be sure to come back here for more hot Jamaican fun and “Turnabout Day” news. Here’s a blurb to tide you over:
Sugarcane heiress Chloe Newton said goodbye to indentured servant Peter Darrow with her first kiss, on a hillside one long-ago summer night as mechanized cane cutters worked the fields below them. Now Peter’s returned, no longer a boy and no one’s servant, to take charge of the fleet of machines that work Chloe’s estate. On Turnabout Day, Chloe takes on the uniform and duties of a maid, and she seeks the courage to offer Peter more than a celebratory drink. By giving in to his commands, she’ll surrender to his need and become mistress of her own desire.
Get ready for this touch of Jamaican heat on August 22 from Musa Publishing!
Do we really want this to be over quickly?
Some of my favorite posts to write are for the Loving Day Blog Hop, which brings me together with other authors and some great readers in the service of interracial romance. This year, while I was hunting for photos of real-life interracial couples to put in my post, I actually had trouble deciding which ones to include. I found myself inspired not only by the number of interracial couples but by the length of time so many of them had been involved with each other. I was so distracted by their love stories that I almost didn’t finish my post on time!
So here’s what I’d like to do between now and next Loving Day. Starting in July, I’m starting the Swirl of the Month Club. I’ll be writing about a well-known, well-established interracial couple every month. You’ll get to see pictures, check out some trivia, and read some awesome stories of real-life interracial romances. I’m hard at work on a calendar to keep track of future entries (for me — I want you to be surprised each month), and because I can’t help myself, I’m already looking for cute pictures to post.
I hope you’re as excited as I am! Be sure to follow my blog for your monthly dose of real-life swirl. You’ll also pick up the latest news about my work and whatever else is in my head, but don’t worry. I think you’ll dig that, too.
It’s been a whole year since the last Loving Day party, and a lot has changed for me. I’m working on the sequel to my first book, Illicit Impulse, (because I still work slowly — that hasn’t changed at all), but I’ve sold a short story, and I’m building professional relationships along the way. I’m creating the set of stories I want to write and want to be known for, my brand, and as my blog header says, you can count on me for romance served hot, with a swirl.
As I’m finding my place as a writer in the world, I’m often asked why I chose interracial romances. (I’m also often called out for limiting interracial romance to black women and white men, when the Great Spectrum of Swirl is so much larger, but that’s another story.) Mia Zachary expressed much of my reason when I saw her at a presentation earlier this year. She said the protagonist is an avatar through which we enter the story. When I started reading romances, there was no avatar who looked like me, and while it’s hard to explain why that makes such a big difference, it’s hard to deny that it does in fact make a difference.
At a presentation for HarperImpulse’s Romance Festival, Cindy Gallop said this about women in business: “We cannot be what we cannot see.” The Lovings, whom we celebrate today, are actually a great example of that.
So many folks think that interracial marriage was illegal across this nation before the U.S. Supreme Court decided the case that bears their name. But that isn’t true. They’d been married very legally in Washington, D.C. before returning to Virginia, where the trouble started. What is true — in the late 1960s and today — is that lots of people who’d been quietly interested in pursuing interracial relationships look to them and to other real-life couples for the silent encouragement they provide without even knowing they’re doing it.
Somewhere out there, someone saw the Lovings, two extraordinarily ordinary people obviously in love with each other, and took comfort. After all, Richard and Mildred Loving weren’t chasing a fetish or swayed by stereotypes or indulging in sexual curiosity.
They fell in love. They got married. They returned home together and were awakened in their bedroom by the police. They were arrested when Mildred pointed at their marriage license. Because they were man and wife, the Lovings were breaking the law.
So they challenged the law. And the law changed.
Times have changed for those of us in interracial relationships (and they’re changing for those of us in same-sex
relationships). My stories aren’t built on such weighty stuff. But when I imagine my heroines and their men, I think of them the way I see Richard and Mildred. I write about people in love who will choose each other over all comers.
Not because of their color and not in spite of it. Not because he doesn’t see it or she doesn’t notice it or they don’t allow it to make a difference.
He’ll fall for her because of who she is. For this man, her color is just a part of who she is. How she lives and moves in the world as a black woman, whether she defines herself that way or merely identifies herself that way, is also a part of her. He loves her. And he’ll fight like hell to keep her.
That’s what my little corner of interracial romance is all about, and that’s why I celebrate Loving Day. It’s a reminder of what real love is made of and how it’s built to last.
So you wanna win something?
Here’s the link to the Loving Day Blog Hop giveaway over at Rafflecopter; head over for a chance to win a $25 Amazon gift card. Leave me a comment here, and I’ll pick one lucky soul to win a copy of Illicit Impulse and some snazzy swag.
Want to go on a Loving Day tour and find some terrific IR authors? Here’s the list of Loving Day Blog Hop participants. Stop by and discover some great reads!
And for the next stop on the hop, head on over to Stacy-Deanne‘s blog! Happy Loving Day!
Just want to make sure the recipient sees this. 😉
I received your letter dated April 24. It’s taken me a little while to get back to you, and I apologize. I have to admit, I wasn’t really sure how or whether to respond to you. Now that I’ve had a little time to think things over, I’ve decided that it’s probably best that you hear from me directly.
Don’t get me wrong. I do appreciate your attempt to explain your absence from my love life. I just don’t think your approach is terribly effective. You’ve essentially presented me with some flowery language and a litany of excuses that relies a great deal on dating other people. I’m not sure why you thought I’d be happy to hear that you can’t date me because you’re so busy dating other women, but in the end, I’m…
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