Eyecandy Monday - tattoo special

Danielle and I were discussing this picture last year. I think she's beautiful and incredibly hot. The tattoo doesn't enhance that for me but, right at the moment, it doesn't detract either (I'm not so sure how she'll feel about it in 15 years time...).

Anyway, I thought I'd have a trawl through my eyecandy files and find you some more with tattoos. There have been several in my eyecandy of the last few years, but today's are all new to this blog.  Enjoy!

TftD: for Emerald...

... who has been musing upon gender socialisation.

It's not just makeup and pretty clothes, of course. It's...

• babies
• monogamy, and slut-shaming women who aren't inclined to it
• complaining about my problems but then getting angry if someone suggests an actual solution
• telling all about my partners' private sexual habits and shortcomings to female friends whose business it most certainly isn't
• nail art (WHY??!)
• regarding men as ridiculous, malleable fools
• rom-coms
• the colour pink
• Loose Women  (the daytime TV show)
• chick-lit and misery-memoirs
• shoes

You know, I think I'm better off not being a girl. I'll just stick to having a vagina and stuff.
:-)

Simply the Best

Yay! - Best Women's Erotica 2011 and Best Bondage Erotica 2011 are both now available east of the Atlantic as well as in the USA. So benighted Brits can check out my sweet threesome story Abigail's Ice Cream, and my fin-de-siecle corruption story The Ingénue (excerpts after the links).

An interesting review of BWE2011 has recently appeared on Amazon US. Rebecca says:

Even though some of these stories did not turn me on, they were all beautifully written, without exception. I have yet to read a collection by editor Violet Blue that fails to impress me in terms of the storytelling and the sex, but this one didn't have much romance. I don't expect to find all that many sweetheart stories in such a wide-ranging collection, but I was disappointed by the utter lack of softness (with one exception - I adored "Abigail's Ice Cream" by Janine Ashbless).

So there you go - I am officially the soppiest, most romantic thing on the block!

Who'd have thunk it?

;-)

Best Women's Erotica 2011 at Amazon UK : Amazon US

Best Bondage Erotica 2011 at Amazon UK : Amazon US

To celebrate being adored (thank you Rebecca!), I have put two new pages of notes about these stories up on my website (Go to the main page and scroll down to the list of short stories). I've also written my master's thesis fairly extensive notes on my Viking story The Grief of the Bond-Maid, for those interested in the background to the story.

The anti-crush

Last week I watched Season of the Witch (which was a thoroughly enjoyable fantasy romp btw). But I watched it with gritted teeth, thanks to one thing: Nicholas Cage.

I have an anti-crush on Nicholas Cage. It's completely irrational. I recoil from the sight of him. My skin crawls. And it makes no sense at all - it's not like he's done anything to earn my dislike. I'm sure the gentleman is perfectly lovely in real life, though I know next to nothing about him except that he's a big comics fan, which ought to endear him to me. He called his son Kal-El for chrissakes, which wins a Geek Gold Medal: he is one of us. And he seems to deliberately pick roles in films that I'm going to be really tempted to watch: National Treasure, Season of the Witch, The Sorcerer's Apprentice, Kick-Ass. Not classics of cinema any of them, but fun fantasy movies with a bit of thought put into them.

Which is a bit unfortunate really. Because the trailer for a new film is unveiled and I shout "Aargh -It's Nick bloody Cage! Again!"
 
And take a look: by the book, I should really fancy many of the characters he plays. The pictures here tick every one of my boxes - in theory. He goes out of his way to oblige my fantasies - I like grizzled, crusty, battered guys. I like action heroes. I like bald-at-the-front-long-hair-at-the back!* I even thought that Balthazar (in The Sorcerer's Apprentice) was a really romantic character - he's been separated from his true love for centuries but he hides his pain in order to tutor the movie's poxy ungrateful hero. Then Cage opened his mouth and this horrible drawling mumble came out and I went Eurghhhhhh.

It's the voice, at least partly. And the weak chin - he does remind me of  Jake "Haddock" Gyllenhaal. But I shouldn't revile a guy just because I don't fancy him. And I shouldn't not fancy him. I can only think someone has innoculated me with the Nicholas Cage Anitgen while I wasn't looking.

Is it just me? What about you? Have you got a completely baseless, irrational, anti-crush on someone famous?

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*Hey, someone has to.
For a rundown of the Bad Haircuts of Nicholas Cage, check this out  :-)

Eyecandy Monday

I've been thinking about this all week.
*sigh*

Thought for the Day

 

Heh heh. You betcha...

Oh - They're referring to prayer? Really?

Funnily enough, that wasn't what I was thinking of at all...
:-)

A Menace of Mermaids

A Mermaid: John William Waterhouse (1849-1917)

[click to enlarge pictures]

Mermaids, of course, were the perfect excuse for the frustrated Victorian art-lover to stare at some luscious nudes - they could hardly be depicted in full-length bathing costumes, after all! So it's not surprising how popular a theme they were among the kinky artistic set. I'll start with couple of very famous mermaid pictures by Pre-Raphaelite John William Waterhouse. You've probably seen these before.

The Siren

You might notice a recurring thread of female domination/male submission running through this post. Mermaids seem to take a lot of pleasure in drowning pretty men, as above.

The Merman

Here's a Waterhouse I bet most people haven't come across - and very unusually, a merman. I don't know if it ever got past the sketch stage. Pity. He seems a bit disconsolate - I imagine the girls are all off drowning sailors, leaving him to hump seals. Or maybe he's the only merman around and he's gay.

 The Depths of the Sea: Edward Burne-Jones  (1833-1898)

The picture above is a particularly sadistic one - cop a load of the expression on that mermaid's face!

The Mermaid and the Satyr : Ferdinand Leeke (1859-1923)

This mermaid is being horribly mean - satyrs can't resist the prospect of a bonk. I don't hold out much hope for that one.

The Fisherman and and the Siren : Lord Frederick Leighton (1830-1896)

Oops, there goes another pretty boy.

Artists seem to be confused between mermaids and sirens, btw. Technically sirens are half-bird, not half-fish. She's definitely a mermaid, that one.

Ulysses and the Sirens: Herbert James Draper(1863-1920)

I suppose the confusion is one of function: both mermaids and sirens sing and lure sailors onto rocks. But sirens are more irresistible - their song is magic. And let's face it, half-bird is not nearly as pretty as half-fish (I can't believe I just wrote that! I mean, why should that be?).  Anyway, in the Draper picture above, one of the "sirens" is definitely a mermaid and the others have legs.

 

 The Mermaid: William Arthur Breakspeare (1855-1914)

For a change - a mermaid being menaced. By a giant squid. An early precursor to tentacle-porn?

The Sea Maidens: Evelyn de Morgan (1850-1919)

Let's have a break from the menacing, for a moment. This is a mermaid picture by one of the few female painters working at the time. I'm wondering why they look so much like each other.

Mermaid Appears: Warwick Goble (1862-1943)

Okay, so a bit late to qualify as Victorian, but definitely kinkery. Goble was an illustrator of children's books ... and you can just imagine the effect this would have had.

 The Little Mermaid: Harry Clarke (1889-1931)

And this is Clarke's idea of a suitable illustration for a Hans Christian Anderson collection. Awesome - but nightmarish.

The Land Baby: John Collier (1850-1934)

Hm. What do you think is going to happen next, eh?

The Mermaid's Rock: Edward Matthew Hale (1852-1924)

Okay, we are definitely back into Menacing territory.

The Mermaid: Howard Pyle (1853-1911)

This guy seems to have fainted. Sudden rush of blood from the head, I suspect.

People haven't stopped painting mermaids, oh no - not by a long way! I'm finishing with one modern mermaid picture that I particularly like, though it's on the grim side. I'm afraid I have no idea where it came from. It's absolutely beautiful though.

And if you want more modern mermaids, you could start here - and go on for a long long time!

I bet J K Rowling gets this all the time

 

Well, it's a landmark of sorts! We were shopping for second hand books in the many charity shops in town last week, when I found one of mine. First time ever! It was Wildwood, in fact. I felt it was sort of a pity that whoever originally bought it had not treasured it close to her heart for the rest of her life ... but every real author ends up in Oxfam sooner or later, lol.

And yes, I bought it. Always good to have a spare.

Then we moved on to the next charity shop and I randomly picked up a volume called Howl. "Loose Id?" I thought. "I know that imprint. It's on my online resources list."  Flicking through, I found a werewolf threesome. I turned to the elderly volunteer assistant. "This book should so NOT be in the children's section," said I.

"But it's for teenagers, isn't it?"

"Er, no. No it's not. It's all about sex."

"Oh!"

"I'll buy it though."

"Oh thank you! I wouldn't know what to do with it!" At that point the assistant went off on a flustered rant about how she didn't know how some people dared drop off the books they did - seemingly oblivious to the fact that I dared buy it and she was really grateful that I was taking it off her hands.

People, eh?

Eyecandy Monday

I saw 127 Hours yesterday...

In  2003 Aron Ralston went hiking down a canyon in the Utah desert. He failed to let anyone know where he was going, and didn't carry a phone. A rockfall trapped his right arm. After 5 days struggling to free himself - out of water, and knowing that he was dying - he cut his arm off using a blunt penknife (it took over an hour) and hiked 8 miles to find help.

It's hard to imagine being that resourceful, that courageous, that much in command of oneself. We live in a victim culture, where we always want someone else to take responsibility when shit happens. Would I have the balls to do that, I ask myself? I doubt it.

Nowadays, with the help of prosthetics, Ralston still climbs and goes canyoning - and he's married with a kid. He wrote all about his experience in a book called Between a Rock and a Hard Place, and it's been made into a film called 127 Hours by Danny Boyle. He regards his ordeal as something so positive in its effect upon his life that, given the choice of going back in time and not making the same mistakes, he says he'd do it all again. It has given him perspective on himself and his life. He lost a bit of himself, and found the whole.

He says he learned that "our purpose as spiritual beings is to follow our bliss, seek our passions, and live our lives as inspirations to each other." And that "On the poster for the film it says there is no force on earth more powerful than the will to live. I say – except for the will to love. And that's really what got me out of there."

(Interview with Aron Ralston about the film.)

Mighty viper

(Lord Blackadder, who had no influence on the character of Severin at all, at all. Not even a tiny tangental one right at the beginning. Well, maybe.)

Yay! Well, I couldn't make it in time for a Xmas present to myself, and then parties and redecorating and stuff interfered with my writing schedule,  but on Thursday night I finally finished the first draft of my erotic romance novella The King's Viper. I'm so relieved to have brought it to a Happy Ever After - it's been a long hard journey for me as well as for the characters. My romance is even more gruelling and dark than my erotica, as you know.

I'm now at the stage of filling in the gaps - A sentence clarifying the political background here and there; a paragraph expanding on the female protagonist's feelings at crucial points ... (This is romance, Ashbless! Emote, goddamnit!)

Of course, if you missed it in December, there's a sneeky preview snippet over here :-)

Rowing result!

 

Another lovely review for my rowing story In Appreciation of Their Cox, this time from Romance Writers Reviews, who gave it 4 stars:

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I learned things I never knew. Interesting information on rowing without making it dull or dragged out.


Glad for the brief glossary at the beginning. Good play on words that could have gone further but this book didn't over do it.


This is a very erotic short story with one girl and eight sexy muscular guys. Oh la la! Good for you girl. I hummed and hawed on the introduction thinking this could be just crude, you know with eight guys, but very surprisingly the guys have individual personalities that brought the men into a character and not just a body.


On the last day together the rowing team spend the night making all of Joanna's dreams come true and then some.


I don't remember my last night of college quite so energetic but then again I wasn't a coxswain.
Anyone got a cigarette?

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Nice to see some people appreciate the glossary I was asked to write :-) Thanks RWR!

In Appreciation of Their Cox - download for $2.49 from Ellora's Cave.

I Blame Children's TV

Okay, so last year I wrote this post about my first awakening to erotic romance on TV (aged 12), and how one obscure and frankly naff show seems to have influenced my writing since. And I threatened to reveal the moment of my, um, non-romantic TV/sexual awakening - the moment my hormones kicked in. Which, it must be conjectured, took place some considerable time earlier.

And here it is, in all its awfulness: H.R. Pufnstuf.


Ahem.

For those of you not raised on 1970s American kids programmes, H R Pufnstuf was about a little boy named Jimmy who (along with his magic talking flute - don't ask) gets kidnapped to a fantasy island ruled by a wicked witch called Witchiepoo - pictured at top there. Anyway, she wants to steal his talking flute (Am I getting a Freudian vibe off this?), but luckily Jimmy is given shelter by a kindly dragon called Pufnstuf. They have fun adventures, many as far as I remember involving talking trees and mushrooms.

Hmm. In hindsight there may be a number of drugs references. Those hippy TV types, eh? Looking at it now I wince slightly, mostly from the costumes that make Barney the Purple Dinosaur look like the height of sophisticated realism.

BUT the particular moment I remember was when Pufnstuf the harmless yellow baggy-eyed dragon gets captured by Witchiepoo and she ties him to a big spit and roasts him over a fire. Helpless.

Bang. Hormones. And a feeling like wot I had never felt before.

So there we have it folks - dragons, wicked witches, bondage and torture. It explains EVERYTHING, doesn't it? Now I'll just crawl off and hide, and you'd better go take that TV out of your kid's bedroom, because you don't know what sort of depraved filth they are watching on the Cartoon Network, or how it will corrupt them FOREVER.
;-)

Eyecandy Monday

I've not gone soft: I'm just easing you gently into 2011. You might still be feeling fragile, and I am a responsible person ;-)

And last night I saw The Way Back, which I really enjoyed, and had Colin Farell playing the role of a Russian gangster imprisoned in a gulag. You know I like scruffy and beardy and tattooed. In fact, I found a website which asked "Which actors always look like they need a bath?" in a sneery sort of way - and managed to list every one of my favourites. Plus Robert Pattinson.

But in The Way Back, Farell was pushing it on the unkempt scale, even for me. Tattoos of Stalin, and steel teeth? - I don't see it catching on.

So here's some Farrell therapy :-)
Rock those eyebrows!

 

Naughty eyecandy next week, I promise!

With This Ring: the full lineup

Spreading the word: this is the full table of contents for With This Ring I Thee Bed, to be published by Harlequin Spice in April.


Now or Forever by Nikki Magennis
Racing to the Altar by Sommer Marsden
Forever Hold Your Peace by I.K Velasco
A Lucky Wedding by Thomas S. Roche
Something Old, Something New by Sophia Valenti
Kiss the Bride by Lana Fox
One Last Time by Saskia Walker
Forsaking All Others by Janine Ashbless
Mother of the Bride by Cheyenne Blue
I Married a Gigolo by Jax Baynard
Strippers and Cigars by N.T. Morley
Something Blue by Shanna Germain
Speak Now by Heidi Champa
Wedding Crasher by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Blushing Bride by Bella Dean
Anniversary Waltz by Portia Da Costa
I Will by Erastes
A Vow for a Vow by P.S. Haven
Seven Year Itch by Kristina Lloyd
Rites of Passage by ADR Forte
Naked Nuptials by Alison Tyler
Love, Honor, and Obey by Rita Winchester
May the Best Man Win by Kate Pearce
Taking Vows by Kristina Wright
The Wedding Stoppers by Michael Hemmingson

Huge, isn't it? Congrats to everyone who made it in: it's an honour to be there with you.
:-D

Pre-order at Amazon US