Tuesday, 24 August 2010

Hey honeys!

I'm back.

I thought I'd start off with a blog post about a book and a link. I would do two seperate posts but I have a cold. Make sense?


So, I bought the new Lissa Matthews book, Arctic Shift. I have been waiting for this for some time, because Ms Matthews tends to post a cover image of her next book and it just teases me really.

A few days ago I was reading Educating Rose which Lissa wrote, I had read it a couple of times since I bought it and I love reading it each time, Rose's submission to her new Dom, his character, her inner strength, her loveliness and his experience. With Lissa's book, you get heroines who are celebrated for being women, it IS empowering, some people have an aversion to what they term ordinary, but they don't understand that truly and no matter how trite it sounds on here, what's inside is what makes a heroine. Not that their appearance should be overlooked, it's part of them and it's their beauty and they have plenty of it, when you get past that immaturity of only believing Vogue stunning is beautiful, then you see beauty in a lot of faces and bodies and shapes and heights, they become people, not measurements, breasts are beautiful, they don't have to be 36 D to be that way. I love the way Lissa writes her heroines thoughts and conversations. I always believe I'm there, right there with the heroine.

And her heroes are yum..I have a lot time for heroes in Erotica..because quite frankly they are fucking sexy, of course they are, it's Erotica, the man is wooing the woman with his sex..I'm good with descriptions aren't I..but to have a hero I actually admire, who I think I like you, that makes them special. I love Lissa's heroes. They're so mature in their head and they fun and human too. You know, just written very well, REAL, like I'm right there with them too.

Alright, so I read Sweet Caroline after reading Educating Rose. I'm actually in love with that book and then today with Artic Shift, I mean come on I read a book not too long ago that changed my life called Comfort Food and to have a different book that can excites you and inspires you, it's a big thing for me. I'm so into books like Story of O and Comfort Food and Owned and Owner, they are all different to each other but are non conventional Erotica, and to have something that wouldn't necessarily fit into non con, not that I'm intolabels I'm just simplifying and trying very badly to make some sort of point, it's a big credit to the author who can make something else get into your blood when you have pretty big things in there. And that was worded very badly but do you know what I mean?

For now, I will leave you with a blurb and excerpt from Arctic Shift. I absolutely love all of Lissa books and this one is no cool down, there's always something different, something that makes me know just why I love this author's work so much. She writes romance and erotica in one so beautifully, it's so natural, it just flows and there's so much to get from her work, I wonder sometimes does she even have to think what's she writing, she's that natural.

Following this, I'm going to link to a new project of mine. It's a documentary I am co producing about the author Jack Kerouac. I find this man absolutely amazing. I am learning more and more new things about him and the other day someone was talking leaving everything and going all Into The Wild ish to be simplistic about something deep and meaningful once again. Well, I want to live my life and Kerouac is an icon who inspires that.


Arctic Shift by Lissa Matthews,

"She believes in myths…can she believe in destiny?

Denali Heat, Book 1

Unlike her adventurous sister, Ruby is perfectly content to let her mind be the wanderlust while her body stays safely in Chicago. Melanie wouldn’t be out of touch this long without a damned good reason, though. Which means it’s time for a giant step outside her comfort zone.

While Denali National Park is like another planet, the myths and legends that saturate this wild land are right up her alley. The wilderness guide waiting for her—naked in her bed—looks about as safe as a polar bear.

Carson’s people are kin to the great beast, right down to the white hair. Before Ruby ever set foot in Alaska, his inner bear knew that Melanie’s little sister was his mate. He’s doing his level best not to let his primal needs scare her, but everything about her sends his urge to possess her into overdrive.

To his surprise, revealing he’s a shifter only stimulates her innate curiosity. Warming her with the perfect fire of their lovemaking, easy. Convincing her that real love isn’t a myth—and making her want to stay in his home, his bed, his heart—now, that’s a problem…
The kitchen dominated the other end of the room. Stainless appliances and bronze accents made it appear inviting even if a bit daunting. She enjoyed cooking, but that wasn’t the kind of kitchen for the hobbyist cook. It was for the diehard professional or diehard I-love-to-cook-and-ain’t-afraid-to-show-it cook.

“It’s my other passion, as you know.”

“What’s the first?”

“The outdoors. Love skiing, sledding, mushing. I think I’m going to have a new one that will be much more time consuming and involved. Probably just as strenuous too.”

She couldn’t stop staring at him when he talked. His mouth was quite sexy. “Really? What?”

“If you have to ask that question and judging by the look on your face, you seriously are asking, I’m gonna have to let you think about it.”

She didn’t understand. “I’m confused. I was being sincere in my…” And she stopped speaking, the realization dawning on her. He was talking about her being his new passion. God, he must think her an idiot. “Nevermind. Where’s your shower?”

Damn man smirked at her and ruffled her hair as though she were a child. In retaliation, she stuck her tongue out at him and after a few seconds realized it was not the smartest thing to do. His smile dropped, and his already dark eyes darkened more. She read sex and lust immediately in the snarl of his lips.

It turned her on, this animalistic side of him.

“Don’t stick it out if you’re not prepared to use it.”

“Right. After a shower maybe.”

“Tease,” he muttered. “This way.”

He led her up an open, wooden staircase behind the fireplace. The second floor had four rooms, two on one side and two on the other. From what she could see through the open doors, one might be a bathroom, while the other three appeared to be bedrooms. The middle was open to the great room below and picture windows flanked every open area of wall. There were no actual pictures around but there was no need. The outside world was art enough.

“I’m glad you like it.”

She turned her head toward Carson. He was just as beautiful as the rough and rugged wilderness landscape he lived in. “I love it. I’m in awe of it.”

“Good. It commands respect, demands it and is deserving of it. C’mon, this way.”

He led her through a bedroom, his probably judging by the lived-in feel, and into a bathroom. There were windows looking out over the back of the property. She could stand under the spray of the shower and stare at the mountains beyond. “I bet you never get tired of the view.”

“I don’t. If I did, I could put something up to cover it, but…it’s ever changing. I’ll put your bags on the bed and go down and make something to eat. Holler if you need anything.”

He seemed reluctant to go and his manner was a bit stiffer than before. A quick glance down his body showed his cock was hard, and she heard him huff before he turned and walked out. The view of his ass in jeans wasn’t too bad either.

His earlier comment about her being a tease floated through her head. She wasn’t trying to be a tease and honestly didn’t know the first thing about being one. That was Melanie’s area. She was the brains and the beauty, while Ruby was the fanciful plain Jane. Sticking her tongue out at Carson had been done in a teasing manner, but not one meant to tease him sexually.

Though, after what he did for her last night, using his mouth on her… She’d fallen asleep and slept better than she could remember sleeping in a long, long time. Her body relaxed, her mind eased and she’d slept like a baby, even if she hadn’t slept long enough.

She could still feel his mouth too. He kissed her sex the way he kissed her mouth, completely as if it were the only thing, the most important thing in the world. And he used everything…tongue, teeth, lips, breath. Not having a reference point for how awesome it felt to have a man make you come orally, she thought it was probably the best thing in the world, right up there with… Well, she didn’t know what to compare it to that would be just as good. Much as she loved her self-induced orgasms and her fun little sex toys, nothing made her feel quite like his mouth had.

Being on top was… She’d never done that either. No man had pulled her up over his face and then pulled her down while at the same time telling her to ride the tip of his tongue. No one had ever let her have that kind of power and that’s what it was, a form of power. He held her, but he let her control how it happened by lifting up, or grinding down to get to the edges of his teeth.

Talk about amazing. Sh—

“You ever gonna turn on the shower?”

She jumped, squeaked even. Had he just been standing outside the door? She never heard him move after he left, but if he’d gone to get her bags as he said, she didn’t hear him come back either. In response, she quickly figured out his shower knob and turned it on.

And then she heard his laugh."



  1. You just always make me want to cry. Thank you. You're one of the reasons I continue to write, that I strive for something a little different than what is already there, why I want a different kind of hero, a different kind of heroine, a different kind of beginning and ending.

  2. I don't know what to say except THANK YOU AND I really like you as an author and a person.