Friday, October 31

Halloween and the Spooktacular Blog Hop!

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So. I'd had this HUGE October party planned (and even did a few Halloween themed posts earlier in the month.)

Then life hit--hard--when my brother in law's partner went back into the hospital. (Fingers and toes crossed, things continue to look positive, he's just grumpy and angry and we're all worried.)

And in the meantime, other life stuff continued to happen (as other life stuff does) and here it is 8:40 on the 30th and I have NO idea what to write about. Oh, and on Saturday, I'm supposed to teach a class for aspiring young (or young at heart) romance writers.  And I seem to have family obligations on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night (as well as the last two weekends before this!), because for some reason, October is when everyone in my family wants to get together. See that woman over there in the corner wearing the huggy jacket? Yeah. That's me. ;-)

So here's the deal for the hop: I'm gonna be lazy! I've been posting chapters of a serialized free-read called Tentacles and Chain. We're currently on Chapter 17. You can read the first sixteen chapters here.  (Fair warning: Tentacles and Chain contains LOTS of explicit sex, some dub-con elements, and a splash of BDSM.) 

Normally, I post new chapters on Saturday--this week, you're getting it a day early (that whole, I'm gonna be lazy thing.)

For my blog hop prize: a paperback copy of Tentacles and Chain (another fair warning, there are a few typos, this was not professionally edited.) I will mail the winner a copy no matter where in the world they live. To enter, comment below

In the meantime, enjoy!  And if you want, you can subscribe to my newsletter, which normally goes out every month (guess what else I haven't done this month? Yup. No October Newsletter.) I do recipes, general news and updates, as well as a monthly book review and occasional special subscriber-only contests. And clearly, I don't spam  ;-)


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Chapter Seventeen

Trellen’s breath caught in his throat. “Master?” It was one thing for Master to demand Trellen’s submission, for him to lie atop Trellen and fuck him, but for Master to ask Trellen to lie on top of him—?
Master’s chuckle was as surprising as his request. “Do you not think I enjoy being fucked as much as you do, sweet?”
 “I….” He bit his lip. How could he say what he needed to without offending his Master? Males do not lie beneath other males. Trellen did it because he had no choice; he had accepted the role of submissive and all that it meant. And does that not mean I have to do everything he wishes? Even this?  “But….”
“But?” Master coaxed, gently pulling Trellen up, so he was laying on Master’s chest once more.
Exactly where I would be if I…. But how could he?
Master brushed the hair from Trellen’s face and brought him in for a soft kiss. Trellen yielded at once. This he knew. This he understood. Yielding. Submitting. That was his role.
“I think I understand,” Master said, when he let go of Trellen’s mouth. “You still harbor the notion that it is somehow shameful for a male to lie beneath another male, that there is something subservient in the position.”
Heat flooded Trellen’s cheeks.
“Am I correct?”
He nodded.
“And yet, you did take pleasure from lying under me, did you not?”
He nodded again. Truly, he wasn’t his Master’s slave so much as he was a slave to his own wanton desire.
“Well then,” Master went on. “Am I not deserving of the same pleasure I gave you? And would you not like the pleasure of fucking me?”
His cock twitched and Master chuckled.
“Part of your anatomy seems in agreement at least.” He slipped his hand between them, grasping both their cocks in one big hand. Trellen let out a soft moan as his cock slid against his Master’s erection. “Now, Pretty, imagine that instead of my hand around your cock, it is my body holding your it tight. Imagine fucking me the way I fucked you.” His voice had become low throaty growl and Trellen bucked his hips in response to the words. “Imagine my heat around you. Imagine coming deep inside my body as you have come so many times in my throat.”
Trellen’s eyes rolled back in his head—but then Master let go of his cock and Trellen whimpered at the loss of contact.  “Please. Don’t…I….” He bit his lip again. “I want to.” He would do anything to make Master happy, even if it went against everything he thought he knew about right and wrong. “But I…I don’t know what to do.”
“I don’t believe it will be that difficult for you to figure out, my sweet, and I won’t hold your inexperience against you. There will be many more occasions for you to improve on your technique—and to observe mine. And lest you have any fears of me becoming ‘subservient’ to you just because I wish to be fucked, I can promise you that the next time I take you, I will keep you dangling on the edge of orgasm until you are weeping with need.” His tone took on a menacing edge that had Trellen’s cock straining harder. Master must have felt it too, because he chuckled. “Oh yes, Pretty. I intend to push you to your limit and keep you teetering there on the edge. I shall finger fuck you and suck your cock while you beg for mercy. I shall torture your nipples with bites and pinches so hard that you scream. But I promise, by the time I finally allow you to come, with my cock buried deep inside that beautiful body of yours, pain and pleasure will have become so intermingled that you won’t know where one sensation ends and the other begins.”
Another soft moan escaped his throat.
“Do you like the sound of that?” Master asked, sounding both amused and pleased by Trellen’s response. 
No longer trusting his voice to be able to form coherent sounds, Trellen nodded. He wasn’t actually sure he liked the part about Master torturing his nipples, but he would do just about anything to have Master’s cock inside him again.
 “My beautiful wanton. How eager you are to please me.” The unmistakable sound of joy—of approval—in Master’s tone made Trellen’s heart swell. “But come. Let us engage in a different sort of pleasure, one that I am sure you will enjoy just as much as I do, for I did truly enjoy fucking you, and I plan to do it often in the future.”
Trellen nodded again. “I…shall I…that is…what you did for me…with your hand, do you wish me to do that to you?”
“I would like it. But it isn’t necessary for you to stretch me if you don’t want to.”  
“I’m only afraid of hurting you.”
Master pressed another soft kiss to Trellen’s mouth. “You won’t hurt me, but I’ll guide you, if you need it, all right?”
Trellen nodded and slipped his hand between them to seek out Master’s cock. It was hard and warm—it always got warm when they fucked. And it did feel good.
So why was it wrong to lie beneath another male?
Master won’t be any weaker for lying beneath me. Even without the threat—the promise—of what Master would do to him next time, Trellen knew he wouldn’t think of his Master any differently after this. How could he? He skimmed his fingertips lightly over the long slit under Master’s cock and Master let out a long, soft moan.
“Very nice, my Pretty.”
Encouraged, Trellen pressed a single fingertip past the tight muscles. They yielded almost at once.
“Yes,” Master told him. “Deeper. Two fingers.”
Trellen pushed in another finger and slid them deeper into the tight, hot channel. Master’s back arched into his touch and Trellen’s own cock twitched in response.
“Very good,” Master groaned, and as if taking pity on him, he grasped hold of Trellen’s cock and stroked him lightly. However, “Remember the rules, Pretty.”
Trellen gulped, but nodded. He wasn’t allowed to come without permission. He hadn’t broken that rule yet. But I’m afraid of what he’ll do to punish me if I do. Especially now. Master might decide to keep him dangling on the edge of orgasm weeks, maybe even months, instead of mere hours. So instead of concentrating on how incredibly good it felt to have Master stroking his cock, Trellen concentrated on sliding his fingers in and out of his Master’s body, trying to imitate what Master had done to him in the past.
“Deeper,” Master urged. “Yes…. Oh so good, my Pretty. Yes, just like that,” he said when Trellen spread his fingers wide. With his free hand, Master reached up and cupped Trellen’s cheek—then suddenly he gasped and arched his back, letting out a low hiss of pleasure.
Trellen couldn’t help the smile on his face or the giddy, self-satisfied feeling in his chest. He’d been searching for the sweet spot, that place deep inside his Master’s body that would send sparks flying through Master’s veins. Apparently, he’d found it.
“Your cock,” Master told him. “I want your cock. Now.
 Trellen couldn’t have disobeyed an order like that if he’d wanted to. Master assisted him, wrapping his tentacles around Trellen’s waist to guide him into position. As soon as he was where he thought he ought to be, Trellen reached down. He felt Master’s cock. His slit. He lined his own cock up with it and Master groaned.
“Now, Pretty. Fuck me.”
Trellen plunged his cock home, his eyes rolling back in his head as his shaft was surrounded by hot, tight muscles. They both cried out. Trellen gasped. He pulled back as Master had done, paused a moment, then plunged back in. The heat from Master’s body spread through him, as wave after wave of molten heat crashed over Trellen’s body. “Please…Master…I won’t last long. Please. I can’t. I want to but I can’t.”
“Take my cock in your hand. Fuck me hard.”         
Trellen did as he was told and in only a few seconds, Master cried out and released his seed into the water. “Now, Pretty, come for me.”
In a rush of sparks, Trellen came harder than ever, emptying himself into his Master’s body. The orgasm left him panting, exhausted. He slumped down onto Master’s chest and rested his cheek there, so that he could hear Master’s heart thumped rhythmically in his ear. Tentacles encircled him, and Trellen closed his eyes. The soft touch of Master’s hand caressing his spine made him shiver—then Master leaned in and feathered a soft kiss to the top of Trellen’s head.
“That was very nice my sweet. Thank you.”
Trellen smiled. Though he was sated, his mind was already thinking ahead to what Master had promised to do to him next time…



Thursday, October 30

Too old....

NOT! 

I'm 45.

Nearly 46.

I'm pretty at peace with those numbers. I'm not quite as at peace with the numbers on the scale, but *those* numbers are within my control (more or less. I mean, I would have to do some serious damage to myself with crash diets and mega exercise if I ever wanted to see a size 2--and I'm at peace with that as well. I like my health, I like good food, and although I want to drop a few more pounds, I'm pretty happy with how far I've come since last year.)

But. Despite being fairly at peace with my age, I can't help noticing the wrinkles and being a little unhappy. So I started looking up general beauty tips for women over 40.

At the same time, I've (yet again) growing out my nails. It's hard. But so far so good, even through some majorly stressy situations. I won't try to get them too long, that just doesn't work for my life. But a little long is nice.

So I started doing some Googling on polish for short nails and what's really long enough for polish because, well, I like nail polish.

What does A have to do with B? 

Being made to feel old.

Here are some "tips" for keeping over-50 nails looking "their best."  (No, I'm not over 50, but I'm not that far away from it, either). 

  • Shape—“Squoval,” not quite square and not quite oval, is the chic shape for natural-looking nails.
  • Length–Trim nails no longer than ¼ inch beyond your fingertips
  • Color—On fingernails, use neutral beiges or pinks, colors that go with anything. Light colors make your fingers look longer, dark colors shorten them. And darker colors show nicks more easily. If you are hooked on having a French manicure, use a soft white, not a bright one, with the tip applied in a very thin line. Wide white lines are NOT chic.
  • Art—Don’t even think about it! And avoid polish with excessive glitter. Don’t make people think you spent the night at a teenager sleepover.

  • I like rounded/oval nails. I hate the way my nails look squared off. 
  • I don't personally want long nails, but why can't an older woman have long nails? Seriously.
  • If you know me at all, we don't even need to address the issue of color because me in BEIGE?! PINK??! Um. Not a chance in Hades, honey. Bring on the black and the purple and the deep garnet red!  
  • And bring on the glitter! I *hate* matte polish (unless it's white. Bright, stark white.)
  • I'm not hugely into nail art (but I've seen some I'd *love* to try), but how condescending to make a lady over 50 feel like she can't have a little fun or she'll look like she came from "a teenager sleepover." 
The blog/page that this comes from is (ironically) "how not to look old." Except that that's exactly how I'd feel following that advice. 


I read essentially the same advice for make-up:

  • Look for neutral eye shadow tones like beige, taupe, and light gray. Avoid bright shadows as they "are not age appropriate." 
  • Choose a pink or peach cheek color. Don't contour your cheeks, instead try to make them look fuller to regain what you've lost with age. (Apparently the writer has never seen my cheeks!)
  • No shimmer; matte colors only (because you know, you're old and glitz and glitter are only for kids.)
  • Cut down on the eyeliner, but use more mascara.
And you know what? The beauty of being 45 is being old enough to decided NOT to follow any of this because I don't want to look like my grandmother. Don't get me wrong, she was a beautiful lady and her make-up and (long, rounded) nails reflected her personality.

My look is mine, not hers. It's dark nail polish, shimmery white eyeshadow, glittery eyeliner, and electric blue and pink hair. I'm not sure what 50 is going to look like, but I can take some guesses...

  







Wednesday, October 29

Grace R. Duncan: Healing

HealingFS In a world that's gone to hell, will you let old fears keep you from the chance at more than just survival? Blurb: When Duncan stumbles into a pharmacy in search of something to fix his broken leg, he’s surprised to find someone else there. Like the rest of the post-pandemic world, it appeared empty. Instead, he discovers Mark, a former nurse who walked away from his profession after losing too many patients to the virus. Despite swearing he’d never practice medicine again, Mark patches Duncan up over Duncan's protests. He even finds an abandoned house in the tiny town, and they settle in until Duncan heals enough to look out for himself. Much to the chagrin of both, they find themselves caring for each other. Duncan welcomes it, thrilled at finding someone he can trust. However, he’s well aware of the shadows in Mark’s eyes and understands Mark’s reticence as he learns the story. But as he’s starting to do things for himself again, Duncan realizes he doesn’t want Mark to leave. He’s not sure if can get Mark to let go of his fears so they can stay together and love. But Duncan’s damned sure going to try. Buy link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5534 Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Healing-Pandemus-Chronicles-Book-2-ebook/dp/B00OWKJS84/ref=la_B00BCMBWY8_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1414433407&sr=1-6 AllRomance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-healing-1656462-145.html Healing_headerbanner Excerpt: He should have known better. Under normal circumstances, it was a stupid move, but right here, right now, “stupid” didn’t begin to cover it. Duncan glared at his leg for another moment, then leaned his head back against the wall. He needed to keep moving. It hurt like hell, but he had to keep going. It wasn’t going to get better on its own. The gash needed to be cleaned and bandaged, and even if the break wasn’t bad, it should at least be braced. And it wasn’t like he could call an ambulance. Or even go into an emergency room. Well, he supposed he could go into an emergency room, if he was in the city. But like a lot of other people, he avoided the cities whenever possible. And when it wasn’t, he stayed as far on the edge as he could. But even there, it was a dangerous risk. As corrupt as the cities were now, the price of anything was higher than most could pay. He’d heard rumors that, in some of the worst cities, people simply got shot if they couldn’t pay what the thugs in power wanted. It was all rumor, but rumor he wasn’t about to ignore. So he did his damnedest to stay away. He’d been stupid to jump off the ledge. Even at only a couple of feet higher than he was tall, the risk hadn’t been worth it. He’d have thought, after nearly three years, he’d learned how to be more careful and not take those kinds of risks. It wasn’t the first time he’d fallen and hurt himself—though, thankfully, the last one hadn’t involved a broken bone. Maybe it should have; he might have learned his lesson then. “Really fucking stupid, Dun.” Duncan steeled himself and pulled to his feet, grimacing when the sharp pain shot up his ankle and through his leg. “Fuck,” he muttered, breathing hard through his nose. When he finally focused past the pain, he looked up and noted the position of the sun, the only real indication he had for the time, and figured he had another good hour or two of light. If he was right about where he was, he wouldn’t need all of it. He tucked the stick he’d found under his arm, grimaced when it dug into the soft flesh, but then leaned on it and hobbled along again.   Grace’s Bio: Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age - many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica. A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children - both the human and furry kind. As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art. Grace’s website: http://www.grace-duncan.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GraceRDuncan2 Twitter: @GraceRDuncan Giveaway! Enter to win an Amazon.com $25 gift card! Rafflecopter Giveaway: a Rafflecopter giveaway Don’t forget to follow the tour for more chances to win! Every comment on the tour is another entry into the Rafflecopter grand prize giveaway! Thanks for stopping by! a Rafflecopter giveaway

Saturday, October 25

Tentacles and Chain (ch. 16)

oops...I totally let the last couple of weeks get away from me!  October is not typically this insane of a month, but suddenly, I'm finding myself a total social butterfly. I have NO idea how that happened. Anyone who knows me at all knows how contented I am sitting in the warm safety of my own four walls...

But here I am. Going out, hanging with friends, and generally being a part of the community. It's not a bad thing, but it means I need to a) keep my calendar up to date so I don't forget stuff and b) make some extra time to keep up on things like my blog!

So here you go, the next chapter of Tentacles and Chain; I'll be updating the archive site later on today in case you missed a chapter and don't feel like scrolling back through the last couple of blog posts to find it (although all of T&C's chapters are tagged, which should help in finding them).




Chapter Sixteen

Trellen’s heart stopped at the sound of his Master’s voice. “I’m sorry.” Master had never said he wasn’t allowed to touch him. But he never lets me do it, either. “I didn’t mean…I only….” I want to see you. He just wasn’t willing to pay the price.
“No apologies necessary, Pretty.” The warmth in Master’s tone chased away the burgeoning fear. “I enjoy your touch.”
Trellen’s heart swelled the same way it did when Master called him beautiful—but at the same time, a lump formed in Trellen’s throat. He wasn’t na├»ve. He knew he wasn’t special. He was merely a slave. A plaything. Surely there had been others before him. Surely there would be others after him.
But when Master reached down and carded his fingers through Trellen’s hair, Trellen couldn’t help but lean into his touch. Master truly owned him body and soul. Because I allowed it. Perhaps part of him even wanted it. Goddess, what am I going to do when he tires of me? Eventually the newness would wear off and then…. Trellen shivered. He didn’t know what would happen when Master grew weary of playing with him.
Master cupped his cheek. “What is the matter, Pretty?”
“I…nothing.” He didn’t want to know how long he had or what would happen when someone new caught his Master’s eye. “May…may I continue?” he asked tentatively.
Master rubbed his thumb over Trellen’s cheek and pulled him gently into a kiss. Trellen’s eyes slid shut as he savored the tenderness of it. Usually Master only kissed him like this after sex. Trellen slid his arms around Master’s neck, fully expecting to be restrained before he got far—but Master allowed the embrace and Trellen held on tight. He deepened the kiss and Master reciprocated. For a few seconds, Trellen allowed himself to believe that if Master had come to him by sunlight, he would have welcomed the stranger’s touch.
Master smiled, then broke the kiss. “If you wish to continue, you may. I would like it, in fact.” 
Trellen bit his lip “Is…is there anywhere you don’t want me to touch?”
“You may touch me however you like, my sweet.” He sounded bemused.
Trellen’s heart swelled up again with that same strange emotion. He leaned in and pressed another soft kiss to Master’s lips, then he kissed Master’s cheek. He ran his lips along Master’s strong jaw and down his neck. Master gripped Trellen tightly and for a moment he froze—but then he realized Master was rolling onto his back and only intended to keep Trellen on top of him as he moved.
Trellen kissed his way along Master’s collar and down his chest, though he avoided Master’s nipples. He wanted to explore, not get fucked again—at least not yet, even though his cock was already starting to twitch with excitement. Trellen kissed Master’s stomach and nipped at his belly button, exactly the same way Master had done to him. Master arched into his touch and let out a low moan that went straight to Trellen’s cock. 
“So good, my Pretty,” he murmured, running his hands along Trellen’s back. “You are…you are such a rare and beautiful flower.”
Brimming over with delight at the soft words, Trellen kissed his way along his Master’s hips. Slowly, he pulled away and sat up so that he could part Master’s tentacles, once more to expose Master’s erect cock. He slid his hand down its shaft, eliciting another throaty moan. It was hard to believe that less only a month ago, he’d been shy. Afraid. But what he’s done to me…. Trellen leaned in and tasted his Master’s cockhead; his skin was salty and sweet. 
 Trellen took Master’s cock slowly into his mouth, laving his tongue around the shaft as he’d done dozens of times before. But this time, his hands were free to wander, so he let them. He skimmed his fingertips over Master’s skin and quickly found his anal slit. Knowing what pleasure he got from having the sensitive skin fingered and teased, he did the same to his Master and was rewarded by another low moan. Tentacles curled around Trellen’s body and he faltered. 
But Master didn’t restrain Trellen, he encircled him gently. “Holding you makes me happy,” he explained.
Trellen liked it too. He went back to lavishing attention on Master’s cock while he skimmed Master’s entrance lightly with his fingertips.
“I would very much like it if you were to use your mouth where you are using your fingers, Pretty.” Master’s words were throaty, filled with lust, but the command was clear and Trellen’s heart beat harder. He’d thought there was nothing left to make his corruption more complete. “I want to feel your tongue on my entrance.” The command was stronger. “I want to feel it inside me.”
There seemed no choice but to obey. Trellen slid further down and Master shifted, making it easier for him to find his way. His chest filled with excitement and fear as he slipped his tongue against the tight slit—but the sound Master made in response, part-way between a moan and a growl, gave Trellen courage. Master’s tentacles slid over his back, making Trellen shiver with delight. He slid his tongue over Master’s entrance a second time.
“Very good, my sweet. You must never be afraid to explore unknown pleasures.”
Exploring the unknown was what had gotten him here in the first place—but there was no turning back. Trellen laved at Master’s entrance with the flat of his tongue, taking his cues from the sounds Master made. Low throaty growls, soft moans, lust-filled sighs. He couldn’t deny loving the way those sounds made him feel. Like for once he’s at my mercy instead of the other way around. As his confidence grew, he pressed his tongue harder against Master’s slit until at last, it slid it inside.
Master cried out and arched his back. “Yes! So very good.” He ran his fingers through Trellen’s hair. “Deeper, my sweet.”
Trellen obeyed without a second thought. The taste was salty and strong, but not disagreeable and the deeper he plunged his tongue, the louder Master moaned. Trellen used his hand to work his Master’s cock, while his own cock swelled with need until his whole body ached. Then impulse took him, and Trellen slid one finger into Master’s tight entrance. Master’s back arched and the tentacles around Trellen tightened. But finally he understood the embrace as a sign Master’s pleasure and not an indication that he wanted Trellen to stop. Trellen pushed his finger in deeper. Surely that there must be a sweet spot somewhere inside Master’s body that would fill Master’s veins with sparks and Lightning.

“I want you to fuck me.”                          

Wednesday, October 15

Release Day! Puncture Wounds by A. Morell



James is at the end of a long crusade for vengeance against the vampire clan that destroyed everything he held dear. He has Ren, the final and most dangerous of them all, cornered at last in London. But victory remains just out of reach when Ren sets a feral vampire on James and makes his escape. With no other leads, James is forced to take in the feral until he can use its connection to its sire to track down Ren. But in caring for the vampire, James sees they might not all be the monsters he thought them to be. Faced with an ugly truth, his quest for revenge becomes a war for retribution, and the discovery of what it truly means to be human.


Puncture Wounds
by A. Morell


Happy release day! It's been a fun ride getting the story to this point, and at long last it's available to all. Join James on his journey, and help him see it through to the bitter end. Congrats to all my winners, enjoy your free copies! Read on for an excerpt and links to some exclusive sneak peeks into the story:


James fumbled to regain control, and it took a second to realize that it wasn’t teeth he felt now—it was a soft and damp tongue. The almost constant rumbling from deep in the creature’s chest had morphed at some point, from warning growls to what sounded suspiciously like a purr. James felt his skin crawl and tore himself away, stumbling a bit when he stood too fast.
He was reeling. Everything from the past twenty-four hours suddenly came crashing down around him at once. In so short a time, he’d had the last of his sworn enemies in the palm of his hand, let him escape, and brought a feral monster into his own house. And he’d fed it.
James fumbled his way into the kitchen, eying the sink as he felt his stomach threaten to heave. He pushed himself to the fridge, grabbing a nutrition drink and forcing its contents down his throat along with the bile. He reminded himself that he needed it to help his blood recover, and this was all according to plan—take in the feral and get it sane enough to track the one who’d made it.
He braced himself against the counter with both arms, repeating the plan in his head until the moment passed.
He was too busy to notice at first, but something was wrong—nothing hurt. He looked back down at his arm.
It had completely healed.


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About A. Morell:
A. Morell spent ten years writing silly things for herself, going through work, school, and a failed career path in the culinary arts before deciding it was time to submit to a publisher. She still writes silly things for herself, but now some of them get pretty-looking covers. She has never looked back.

Hailing from the San Francisco Bay Area, she greatly enjoys food, baseball, shopping, tattoos, karaoke, and old bookstores. She is averse to spiders, zombies, over-used words, tardiness, inclement weather, and the misquotation of movie lines and lyrics. Her dream is to retire to Hawaii immediately. She has one cat.

For more A. Morell, stop by the blog or twitter, or contact directly at sans.morale@gmail.com.

Sunday, October 12

Welcome, Kim Fielding!

Kim Fielding is one of my favorite authors and I'm so happy to have her here here today. Take it away, Kim!



Hi! I'm Kim Fielding, and I have FIVE new releases available for you. That's a little overwhelming even for me. So I'm going to make that list more manageable by giving you six relevant facts.

1. Brute is my bestselling novel.

Coverartdraft2_Brute Brute won the 2013 Rainbow Award for Best Gay Fantasy, and tied for 4th for Best Gay Novel overall. In July 2014, it came out in a really terrific audiobook edition. And now it's available in a French translation! Not only that, but it will come out in Italian next year.

2. Bone Dry, the third book in the Bones series, focuses on Ery Phillips.

BoneDry_postcard_front_DSP Yes, Dylan, the hipster architect werewolf and Chris, his rustic handyman boyfriend, still feature prominently in this book. So if you've read the first two books and want to know what Chris and Dylan have been up to, your wish is fulfilled. But if you haven't read the first two books and want to jump right in for the third, you'll be fine. Also, Travis and Drew from Speechless make a cameo appearance.

3. Standby was inspired by my own airport stranding.

STRANDED-Final Cover I travel fairly often, and that means sometimes shit happens. Last year an airline screwed up royally, and as a result I spent an extra day in Iowa (which was not painful because I have a good friend there) and a lot of hours at the Minneapolis-St. Paul airport. Which is a pretty nice airport, actually, but not where I want to spend my life. But that experience inspired my short story "Standby," which appears in the Stranded anthology. So it worked out okay.

4. The Dance is in my second anthology collaboration with Eli Easton and Jamie Fessenden.

Bones_Cover6 And this time we're joined by B.G. Thomas! All the novellas in this book--the second in the Gothika series--have vodou themes. The first book, Stitch, had a Frankenstein/created man theme. I've already completed my story for the third book, which will be about werewolves.

5. All of my royalties from The Festivus Miracle will be donated to Doctors Without Borders.

festivus2 For only $1.99 you can enjoy a romantic, lighthearted holiday tale. And you can know that you're helping to support a wonderful cause. Last year I donated $3000 to Doctors Without Borders from the royalties of my self-published books. You can help me beat that total this year!

6. To celebrate all these new releases, I'm doing a Fieldingpalooza blog tour.

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Saturday, October 11

Tentacles and Chain (Ch. 15)

Today is National Coming Out Day. Obviously, the decision of when (or even if) to come out is a difficult one, but it's worth thinking about. One of the things I'm sure you've picked up on about Trellen's colony is that anything other than heterosexuality is frowned upon to the point where Trellen believes that merely thinking about it is turning his back on his Goddess. Acting on it has tainted him beyond any hope of redemption. Tentacles and Chain might be fiction, but those feelings are very real, very powerful, and very, very painful. I hope that someday our children and grandchildren look back at this tumultuous period of history and shake their heads in wonderment at how awful our society treated certain segments of the populace. I hope they live in a better, more accepting world than we live in now.

Tomorrow, I have the fabulous Kim Fielding as my guest. So on Monday (the 13th), I'll blog about coming out.

But for now, here you go with Chapter Fifteen of Tentacles and Chain where things are really heating up!


Chapter Fifteen

Trellen gasped into the kiss as the burning invasion split him in two. All of the stretching in the world couldn’t have prepared him for this! Had Master’s cock somehow grown wider since the last time Trellen held it in his hand? He moaned and squirmed, but Master held him fast and only stopped kissing him long enough to say, “Just breathe.”
Blindly, Trellen nodded. He breathed. Master pressed his lips back to Trellen’s mouth again and Trellen kissed him hard. Just breathe. He sucked in water through his nose and pressed it out his gill slits, but it didn’t help.
Slowly, Master pressed in deeper, at last reaching that place inside Trellen that made fire and thunder go rolling through his veins. He moaned and felt Master’s smile on his lips—but then Master pulled back out again and Trellen broke the kiss. “Please…don’t….”
“Shhhh.” Master soothed. He pressed another soft kiss to Trellen’s lips and Trellen submitted. It was just as he had said: he was Master’s to with as Master pleased.
Master pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in again, just as slowly as before. It hurt less. He pressed the sweet spot. Trellen writhed. “More. Please?”
“My beautiful wanton,” Master’s grin was audible. He pulled out and this time didn’t hesitate before plunging deep into Trellen’s body. Sparks danced through Trellen’s veins and in front of his eyes. He arched his back as much as he was able.
“Yes,” he groaned. “Please. More. More like that.”
Master claimed his mouth in another savage kiss as he pulled out, then drove back in. Over and over, he thrust himself into Trellen’s helpless body while he kissed Trellen’s lips, his neck—while he bit down as he had before, sending waves of mixed pain and pleasure shooting through Trellen’s over-worked nerves.
“Please…please, Master…so close…I’m so close… please….” He was nearing the edge of orgasm, the place where Master would either keep him dangling mercilessly or allow him to succumb to pleasure. “Please…please don’t stop.”
Master pressed his hand between them and grasped hold of Trellen’s cock. “Come for me, my sweet. Come now.”
The words were all Trellen needed. The orgasm rushed through him like a wave crashing against rock. He strained against his Master’s strength and cried out—and in the same instant felt something hot rush inside him. Master’s seed. Trellen shuddered. His mouth was once more covered by his Master’s. Trellen was too weak to do anything but allow Master whatever he wanted. The kiss stole his breath and burned into his soul.

Trellen lay with his back against his Master’s chest, Master’s tentacles and arms wrapped snugly around him, making him feel safe. Cared for. After that fierce, soul-burning kiss, Master had kissed him more lightly, loosening his grip on Trellen’s wrists and tail as he pulled out of him, ever so slowly. Gently. He’d gathered Trellen into his arms and asked if he was all right.
It would have been easier if he’d forced me. Because Trellen didn’t want to feel happy or safe inside his dark prison. He wanted to feel angry and bitter. He wanted to feel violated. But how can I call it a violation when I baited him into my final perversion? In the moments leading up to it, Trellen had told himself he had no choice but to accept his Master’s will—and maybe he didn’t. Maybe Master would have taken him eventually no matter what he said.
And maybe he would have waited until I was ready for it.
And far from the brutal encounter Master had promised him, it had been gentle.
Or…mostly gentle. But Trellen suspected that no matter what, it would have hurt. He also suspected that as his body became accustomed to such invasions, it would hurt less.
He rolled over and opened his eyes, trying again to imagine his Master’s face in the dark.
What manner of strange creature are you?
He reached out and his fingertips came to rest on Master’s soft lips. He traced their outline, then touched his Master’s smooth cheek and felt his closed eyes, his firm brow. His soft hair.
What would this be like if you’d come to me in the light instead of dragging me into this cold dark place? If you’d seduced me instead of abducting me?
But Trellen knew the answer.
Even if you are handsome, I would have feared you.
Trellen ghosted his fingers down Master’s strong arms and felt his hands—his fingertips. Those sharp talons that he somehow had never hurt Trellen with, no matter where he put his fingers. Trellen traced the lines of Master’s webbed hands, so different from his own—and yet each hand had four fingers and a thumb. Each finger was shaped as Trellen’s was.
Are we really so different?
He let his hands wander over Master’s taut stomach; he felt Master’s belly button. He touched Master’s hips. There was no change in the texture of his skin and yet instead of a sleek tail with long fins, Master had a mass of dark tentacles.
Yes. They were different. Even if Master had revealed himself in the sunlight, Trellen would have fled.
He skimmed his fingers lightly down one of Master’s long tentacles, moving carefully so as not to wake him. He wanted to explore all the parts of his Master’s body that Master had never allowed him to explore.
I know why you won’t let me see you, but why won’t you let me touch you?
Each tentacle that Trellen ran his hands over seemed about the same; they were thick and long and powerfully strong. Master could probably swim at least as fast as Trellen—maybe faster.  Hundreds of suction cups lined the underside of each tentacle, but Trellen knew that already. He felt them every time Master encircled him with them. Now, though, Trellen took his time, gently fingering several of the suction cups, marveling at their soft texture—grateful that Master’s distant cousins were octopuses and not squid. Squid had sharp talons in their suction cups.
Trellen had heard once that octopuses were able to taste through their suction cups and wondered if the same was true of Cephalopoda.
According to the stories Trellen had heard as a child, those of the Blue were born of Kaia, the bright goddess of sea and sun, but those from Below were born of her Dark Sister, whose name was long forgotten, even though her children still roamed the depths, terrorizing the creatures of the Blue. Hunting them. Killing them. Stealing and eating their young.
But those were just stories.
Are you really so terrible?  Or do the Elders only tell us you are monsters so that we will fear the dark?
If all Cephalopoda were like Master, they were certainly debauched. But how easily did you corrupt me? It wasn’t like I fought it.
Trellen had wanted to, but…but the things you do feel too good. And if they felt good, why were they so bad? Maybe Master was right. Maybe he shouldn’t be ashamed of the things that brought him pleasure. It’s not like Master is ashamed to touch me the way he does.
Trellen worked his way back up Master’s tentacles and gently parted two of them—
“Are you enjoying yourself, Pretty?”

Wednesday, October 8

Halloween Costumes

It's been a long time since I dressed up for Halloween. Part of it is not having anywhere to go, and part of it is simply that the act of dressing up lost some of its shiny after working the Renaissance Festival (Georgia, Ohio, and a couple of days in Michigan). So while I've always got an easy costume to fall back on, my Ren Fair garb feels more like a uniform than a costume. 

Likewise, although I'd love to put a fun Steampunk outfit together, that wouldn't really feel like a costume, either, because it's the kind of thing I can see myself wearing at least elements of as day-to-day wear. I'd just leave the zip-o-matic-steam-powered blast gun at home  :)  Period clothing to me, in general, isn't costuming because I'd wear it to the office without a second thought. (All of the new patterns I'm looking at for next year's sewing effort are from the 1930's or earlier). 

So what makes a costume, a costume? For me, the answer is "dressing up as something or someone you're not." It's an exercise in make-believe. It's playing a part, even if you don't fully act it out (but seriously, what's better than a cosplaying Captain Jack--either of them--who doesn't either swagger around "drunk" or flirt with that sexy plant in the corner? You can decide which Jack is swaggering and which one is flirting because both are plenty likely to get slapped.)

Probably my favorite costume is from middle school when I had a small costume part and I dressed up as (warning: embarrassing moment ahead!) Boy George. This was back in the 1980's and I had an oversized night shirt that was perfect for the part. The rest of it was pretty easy too. My hair was already about the right length and not too far off in the color and makeup is a snap.  (Yes, pictures exist, no, you don't get to see them. Instead, here's the genuine article, singing their first big US hit: ) 


It was special because I was a huge fan (I still am) and Culture Club was my "gateway band" into a lot of things: new wave and later punk rock music, gender fluidity and non-conformity, and ultimately LGBT awareness and issues. Obviously being LGBT myself, I would have figured those out eventually, but having some grounding in at least what I understood of it at the time, I only felt a little lost when it came to self-identifying as LGBT.  

The best costume I ever made for someone else was for the year my kid dressed up as Sailor Jupiter.  *G*  (Sorry, as far as I know, no pics exist. I'm sure I took some, but Heaven only knows where they ended up.)

So what was your favorite Halloween costume and why? (Either yours or something you made for your kid/grandkid/niece/nephew, etc.)