Very excited to finally see the release of The Yearning to international readers and followers. Many of you have messaged me on Goodreads wanting to access a copy of The Yearning, formerly only released in Australia/New Zealand.
Can't believe how quickly the big day has come upon us. We are hosting this year so the house is a flurry of wrapping paper, baked goods and empty chocolate wrappers. (I found a mini cherry ripe behind the kitchen compost bucket this morning - EUREKA!)
Title: Little Raven 2
Publisher: Little Raven Publishing
Genre: Erotica/erotic fiction/anthology
The Mixed Lollies pre-Christmas blog hop continues until 23 Decmber.
For your chance to win a digital copy of The Yearning simply comment on one of my blog posts before 23 December.
One comment per blog post = one entry.
Winner must be contactable by valid email address. Winner will be announced on 23 December.
Guilty. I signed up for the Australian Women Writers Reading Challenge this year and I’ve been too busy (or notably slack) to post reviews. The challenge is all about promoting and exposing our diverse female Australian talent because they are so underrepresented in literary awards, book reviews and publishing in general.
Voyeurism, bestiality, incest. These are the themes in each of the three linked erotic stories in Krissy Kneen’s Triptych: an erotic adventure. Not standard fare for most of us when it comes to erotic fiction. Like a lot of readers I prefer my written sex to be between consenting and unrelated adults.
As the year draws to a close I'm off visiting some friends in cyberland. We talk books, writing craft, The Yearning and more. I'm opening my virtual white paper bag full of lollies and inviting you to dip in to find something sweet to chew on.
9-Oct-13 - Write Bites author interview with Keziah Hill
15-Oct-13 - I reviewed Chloe Hooper’s The Engagement on The Australian Bookshelf
I’ve been thinking lately about how much men like sex. I mean, they seem to really, really like it, enough to make it a hobby or something, and it’s a shame because a lot of them aren’t that great at it. Most of them, however, don’t know that. Not only do they not know it, they don’t want to know it.
Remember strolling barefoot into the local milk bar as a kid with twenty cents in your hand, ready to make a selection of your favourite sweets. Remember how your mouth watered with anticipation that grew in the long minutes you gazed through the glass trying to make a decision – sherbet bombs, musk sticks, raspberries, licorice allsorts, milk bottles, love hearts, jubes, boiled lollies, barley sugar, chocolate drops.
Take the best queer bookshop in the Southern hemisphere, add a handful of erotica writers, a dash of luscious burlesque flesh, a sassy MC with green hair and enhanced boobs and an eclectic audience and what do you get?