Monday, April 28, 2008
My 'A Passion for Fashion' series is all about women with some place in the fashion world who experience a once in a lifetime opportunity in the field they love. The first three tales have been brought together to form "Hot Couture" [available in both paperback and ebook].
Who are these women? Well, there's a muse who makes an unusual walk down the runway in "The Leather Bride" [New York], a graduate student hosts her dissertation project...a Haute Couture exhibition...in "Taming Marie Antoinette" [Paris] and a jeweler is offered a place in an world-renowned museum in "The Gilded Cage" [London].
Did I mention they're each located in a different fashion capital? They are and this takes the reader on a trip.
Now, the one thing I have mentioned as yet is the men in these women's lives. They are gorgeous, successful, and have a passion for their lovers that is unmatched. Oh, I almost forgot [not likely :-)]. These couples have a varied taste when it comes to sex...they play!
WARNING! Red hot romances ahead!
And keep checking the site weekly for new titles!
Exceptional Erotic Fiction
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Phaze authors nominated for the 2008 Best Novel Awards are: James Buchanan for CRY MELUSINE and LORD CARABAS, and L.E. Bryce for MY SUN AND STARS.
The 2008 Phaze nominees for Best Short Fiction are: L.E. Bryce for "Becoming" and "Ki'iri", Jade Falconer for her story "Devotion", which is in the PHAZE FANTASIES - VOLUME III edition, Mychael Black and Shayne Carmichael for "Dominion", Eliza Gayle for "Dragon's Fate", also contained in the PHAZE FANTASIES - VOLUME III edition, Leigh Ellwood for "The Healing", James Buchanan for "Mask", another story in the PHAZE FANTASIES - VOLUME III edition, and Cat Kane for "The Spirit of Giving".
And the anthology PHAZE FANTASIES - VOLUME III has been nominated for in the 2008 Best Other Works category.
The Winners and Recommended Short List for the 2008 Gaylactic Spectrum Awards will be announced at Gaylaxicon 2008 in October 2008 in Washington DC. For more information on this event, go to http://www.gaylaxicon2008.org/
Exceptional Erotic Fiction
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
"Lexi’s tale is nicely written with very concise detail of the characters... The bonding of these two very different people is extremely well handled, and balances with the weirdness of the situation. The ending is somewhat predictable but this is offset by the pure beauty of the prose...."
Predictable! Harumph. I don't think so!
Monday, April 21, 2008
It’s finally here. The big day. The one I’ve been waiting for all my life (well, not quite all my life – just a couple of months)
Charlotte’s Secret has been released by Phaze Books. Available from their website for $3, Charlotte’s Secret is a story of love, lies and betrayal. And you can win a copy in my
Read what Fallen Angel Reviews thought of Charlotte’s Secret here.
Don’t have any secrets or can’t wait to see if you’re a lucky winner? Purchase the book here.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
If you aren't going to RT this time around, don't worry. You can still win with our special online RT Giveaway. We have a treasure trove of Phaze goodies to give to one lucky winner, including autographed Phaze books, gourmet chocolate, and an iPod Shuffle containing audio files of Phaze book excerpts, Phaze author podcasts, and songs with titles corresponding to Phaze book titles. The RT hit parade includes:
Spellbound - Siouxsie and the Banshees
Come Together - Beatles (for the CT series)
Fascination Street - Cure
Moondance - Van Morrison
Wicked Game - Chris Isaacs
Cruel to Be Kind - Nick Lowe
Dancing in the Dark - Bruce Springsteen (upcoming Phaze title)
Heat Wave - Martha and the Vandellas
Private Dancer - Tina Turner
Dead Man's Party - Oingo Boingo
Dare Me - Pointer Sisters
...and much more!
To enter, simply send an e-mail to us at klively (at) phaze (dot) com with RT GIVEAWAY in the subject header. One winner will be drawn at random, and your information will not be sold or distributed to third parties. Whether you are attending RT or not, you can enter this giveaway. As this giveaway contains material of an adult nature, all entrants must be over the age of 18.
Deadline to enter is April 30, 2008. A Winner will be drawn on May 1. Good luck!
Monday, April 14, 2008
Coming Together : At Lasta multi-author anthology of interracial erotic fiction edited by Alessia Brio
COMING JANUARY 2009in both ebook & print fromPHAZE
up to 12K words (no minimum)
poetry will also be considered
close July 31, 2008
*NO SIMULTANEOUS SUBMISSIONS!
Send your submission to: atlast [at] eroticanthology.com
* Authors should NOT expect to receive news beyond an acknowledgement of the submission prior to the submission deadline.
"And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
~ Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr."I Have a Dream" speech28 August 1963
~ * ~
Phaze, in partnership with editor, Alessia Brio, is now accepting submissions for Coming Together: At Last.
We are seeking submissions of interracial erotic fiction; however, race should not be a central conflict. The last thing we want to do is perpetuate any negative stereotypes! There's a whole rainbow world of people out there just itchin' to celebrate their differences in the most titillating ways.The theme of this collection will be hope and freedom. Same sex, ménage, and BDSM submissions are welcome, as is poetry. Absolutely NO bestiality, pedophilia, necrophilia, bodily waste, incest, underage sex, or positively portrayed rape will be considered.All proceeds from the sale of this special anthology will benefit Amnesty International.Coming Together is erotic altruism at its finest!
Admittedly, sometimes churches feel this way, still... although many of them have been so overrun by dogma and morality that the real power and energy behind them, still there, gets overwhelmed. Cemeteries feel this way to me sometimes, too, and not just out of "respect for the dead"... but because there's a sense of peace and calm there, a gravity that pulls you in.
Not to sound all woo-woo, but I can't be the only one out there to have felt this. I think, the truth is, there are places like this, everywhere... if we're tuned in enough to feel them. Places hold energy, good and bad, and there are places that exist which make us feel connected - to one another, to something greater than we are, to everything.
I had an experience like this visiting the up-north vacation home of a friend. It was a little cabin, built near a lake on about ten acres of land, most of it wooded. I was just taking a walk through the woods, when all of a sudden, my whole body got tingly. It was sort of a sixth-sense feeling - you know, like when you're being watched, and the hair stands up on the back of your neck?
Except this was different... the feeling was... well... it was practically orgasmic. It felt so good, it was almost too much to bear. I stood there, sort of dazed, looking around for some possible source of the feeling, but there was nothing. Trees, wind, dirt, rocks, birds, slanting sunshine... nothing really identifying, no gravesite, no church... just me and the woods, alone. There was a big overturned log on the side of the path, and I sat there for a long time, my body buzzing, feeling incredibly alive. I just didn't want to leave.
Eventually, though, I did... and later, I mentioned it casually to my friend. He smiled and nodded and identified the exact spot--the log, the bend in the path, the amount of time it took for me to walk there from the house. I had goosebumps. How had he known?
And then he told he'd felt it, too. And he hadn't been the only one... other people had, as well. I asked, was there a story behind it? Was it some ancient burial ground? Had someone died there? Been born there?
He didn't know. There was no real history to connect to, and yet... the feeling remained in that place, like words on a chalkboard after they've been erased. You could read them, if you concentrated hard enough.
I knew I had to translate that feeling somehow, that joyful, blissful, uncontrollable feeling. I'd felt so connected, even though I was alone, as if the whole world, the whole universe, had opened up for me in that moment. And I thought... what would it have been like if I'd been with someone in that moment?
That was the experience that inspired my story, Sacred Spots.
On a bus trip to California to live with her sister, Lexi meets an intriguing man who is visiting “sacred spots” all across the U.S. The connection between them is undeniable, and when Lexi's painful past is revealed, William makes her an offer she finds hard to refuse. Together they embark on a journey that takes them to a place of connection, healing, and infinite mystery.
Meet Lexi... whose chance encounter with William will lead her to places she never expected to go...
"Sacred spots." He whispered it like he was revealing something secret.
I laughed. "Like polka dots?"
When he turned his face toward the window, I could still see his reflection, how tightly drawn his mouth and brow were now. He was so strange, wearing his three-piece suit and sneakers and carrying an old leather briefcase that he kept tucked between his legs and the seat. I was tempted to end the conversation there, but I had to admit that I was getting bored with this cross-country trek, even armed with a slew of paperbacks and my journal. He was strange, but he was interesting.
"I'm sorry." I put my hand on his arm. He turned at my touch. "I was just kidding. What do you mean, sacred spots?"
"Places of power." His voice was conspiratorial again. "Extraordinary things can happen there."
"Really?" I couldn't help smiling, and all I could do was hope it looked friendly and interested rather than mocking. "So, has anything extraordinary happened to you at one of them?"
"Well, not yet," he admitted.
"Where have you been?"
"So far, the Monk's Mound in Cahokia, Illinois, and the Angel Mounds in Indiana."
"Never heard of them." I slipped a piece of gum out of my purse. "What's next?"
"The Bear Mound in Iowa."
"Iowa has a sacred spot?" I nearly choked on my gum in an effort not to laugh.
"Yes." He looked very earnest. "Most of the sacred spots in the U.S. are actually native in origin."
"You mean they were made by the Indians?"
He laughed, and when he did, there were creases next to his eyes that made them seem even kinder. "Oh, not the Indians you study about in school. Native peoples from far, far back."
I nodded like I knew what he was talking about. "Before Sitting Bull and all those guys?"
He was still smiling at me. "The Effigy Mounds were constructed somewhere around 500 B.C."
"That's a long time ago." I stated the obvious as I offered him a piece of Juicy Fruit.
"They are truly ancient." He eyed the gum for a moment, and then slid a silver-foiled stick carefully out of the pack. "They are the belief system of a whole people built up right there on the landscape."
"So, wait, effigy, that's like a symbol, right?" I watched him carefully unwrap his gum and inspect the beige rectangle before putting it into his mouth.
"Correct." He looked pleased that I knew that. "Effigy mounds often look like certain objects."
"So let me guess, the Bear Mound—"
"Looks like a bear, yes." He nodded, and I watched with interest as he started to fold his little silver wrapper into some shape on his thigh. "Although you might not be able to tell at first glance. The one in Iowa is one hundred and thirty-eight feet long and sixty-five feet wide."
"That's huge!" I tried to figure out what he was doing with the gum wrapper.
"You can see it better in aerial photos." He paused in his origami project to set it on the window ledge and reach under his seat for his briefcase. He unlatched it and pulled out an eight-by-ten photo, handing it to me. I studied it. Someone had outlined the mound with white, and it looked like a child's drawing.
"Are they sure it's a bear?" I handed it back over. "It looks like a bloated coyote to me."
His hand touched mine as he took the photograph. That's when he saw the scars on my arm. It was too late for me to hide them. He frowned and grabbed my wrist, yanking my shirt up to my elbow, revealing even more of them. Shocked at his audacity, I gasped, jerking my arm away, my jaw tightening.
"Excuse me." I pulled my shirtsleeve down and stood. His eyes followed me, concerned, and I cringed at the look of compassion on his face. "I need to use the bathroom."
In the tiny cubicle, I rolled up my sleeves, looking at the scars on my arms that matched the set on my thighs. I never wore shorts or short-sleeves anymore. I hid them fairly well, most of the time. Most folks didn't even ask. I'd seen them glimpse the angry red marks below my shirt cuffs, but they just looked away. People were too polite, believing it none of their business.
What was he thinking, pulling my sleeve up like that? I wondered. It had surprised me, but the look in his eyes had jolted me more. There was too much honesty there. I pulled my curly brown hair back into a thick ponytail and washed my face in the little sink. I made sure to roll my sleeves down and button the cuffs so they couldn't be pulled up too far.
When I got back, I found a folded, silver bear sitting on my seat. It was the gum wrapper. I picked it up and sat down without a word, digging my book out of my pack and opening it.
I looked over at him. His eyes told me he really was sorry. I sighed. "Thanks for the bear." I rubbed my finger over the shiny surface. "It's really neat."
"Can I ask what happened to your arm?"
I sighed, closing my book. "I happened."
He gave me a puzzled look.
"Do you really want to know?" I asked as I turned the silver bear over and over in my hand.
He nodded. "I don't ask questions that I don't want to know the answers to."
I believed him. Biting my lip, I looked at the bear in my hands. "I cut myself."
He paused. "It clearly wasn't an accident."
Taking a deep breath, I unbuttoned my other sleeve, pulling it up to show him the scars there. Some were still an angry red. Others had faded to a silvery-pink.
"It must hurt." He touched my arm, fingering a few of the more prominent marks. His touch was gentle, almost a caress. I couldn't remember the last time someone had touched me with such kindness. It made me want to cry, but I swallowed that feeling, putting on a happy face.
Shaking my head, I gave him a smile as I buttoned my cuff. "Not anymore."
"No, I mean the reason you cut yourself in the first place." His eyes were on mine, dark and knowing, and I looked away...
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Sunday, April 13, 2008
Enslaving Heaven by Michelle Houston!
Lyssa is disgusted by the whole sale of slaves, but finds herself drawn to one of the ladies on the selling block. After impulsively purchasing her, Lyssa now has to decide what to do with Alya – she can't just keep her. But the former prostitute, now slave, has other plans for her new mistress, including convincing her to let her stay.
As if Lyssa doesn't have enough to deal with, her pilot and best friend Nita is having problems adjusting to the newest member of their crew, and how it makes her feel. Nita had once found what Lyssa has, but lost it thanks to her. When an accident gives Nita a second chance with the woman she loves, she risks Lyssa's wrath to be with her.More information or purchase here
Read an excerpt here
Ivy at Manic Readers says:
Michelle Houston writes very well. The action scenes are well done, and don't seem incidental to the plot as in some erotica. There is a plot, and it's not just there to further the sex. The sex is of the BDSM flavor, and all female/female. It's done quite well, and there is just the right amount of sex scenes.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Dark Divas gave Beast Magic 4 divas.
This erotic love story is sure to feed the beast inall of you! I only wish it had been longer. Given thatit's only 42 pages, Miss Phelan did a fabulous job ofexplaining the almost instant relationship thatdevelops between Ramses and Shana. While making the world of wereanimals a fantasy easy to believe in. If you like a hot romance that's fast paced and to thepoint, with steamy love scenes that leave nothing tothe imagination then get your copy of Beast Magic.
For the rest of the review: http://darkdivareviews.webs.com/paranormal.htm
Monday, April 07, 2008
URL publisher: http://www.phaze.com/
Coerced into negotiating with the alien race, the Shoon, Earthman Ambassador Trevor Sloan finds himself tossed into a scenario never before faced. Imprisoned by a corrupt bureaucracy, then rescued by his lover, they fight together, along with the Shoon, to end the ills of humanity.
Trevor eased forward, his cock slowly sinking deeper into the soft, wet folds of Amanda's cunt. Growling, he clenched his ass, straining to control the speed and depth of his thrust. "Hold still, babe," he whispered, arching his back. Sweat trickled off him and onto the lush curves of the woman beneath him. Her thighs tightened around his waist, but thankfully didn't pull him in.
Amanda, her dark eyes gazing up into his, smiled and clenched her inner muscles, as if tempting him to let go. Encouraging him to lose control and plunder her, like he would some outlander whore. He balanced on his knees and one hand; the other went to her breasts, the nipples like beacons, calling for attention. He tweaked the puckered nub closest, dragging a moan of pleasure from her, then shifted to the other where he administered the same teasing pinch. Softly at first, but wanting more reaction from her, he tightened his fingers and thumb until her moan grew to just the right pitch.
"Damn you, Trevor Sloan," she snarled in that sweet sexy voice he'd learned to love, "fuck me. Hard. Now!"
Chuckling, he slammed himself in deep, and had to bite his lip to keep from shooting. He kept still, one hand on her breast, the fingers digging into the soft mound, the other beside her shoulder on the bed. The orgasm he fought to hold off lunged nearer. His balls tensed, moved higher in their sac readying to loose a stream of come that he'd too long held at bay.
"What's this?" he asked in a voice much calmer than he'd dared hope for. "Trying to give the Ambassador orders, are you?"
"Bastard!" she groaned. Digging her fingers into his hips, she tried to guide him. Urged him to pull out, then slam back into her clutching pussy.
Trevor relented and eased out of her, then thrust back in. His body trembled, the lust mounting ever higher.
"Ambassador Sloan," the voice seemed to come from all around him, frantic, commanding, not to be ignored. "Ambassador Sloan, you're needed at the ready room, now! This is no drill. You're needed now!"
Trevor lunged ahead, desperately trying to ignore those words. He needed to come. He was near the moment of being able to deny the animal need. But, again the call came, louder, more insistent. "Ambassador Sloan. Respond please. Respond immediately."
With a roar of frustration, Trevor pulled away from the clutching woman beneath him and rose from the bed.
Friday, April 04, 2008
Anyway, I'm the featured author at Essence of Erotica for the month of April, so that's another reason to celebrate the coming *cough, wink* of the new season. *grin*
Dark, Passionate & Evil Erotica
(and the occasional sweet romance)
First, I have an online chat today at 4:00PM to 9:00 PM Eastern at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/karendevinkaren/?yguid=52268 . I'll be also having a contest and giving away a download of Crimson Promise.
Then my erotic and dark science fiction vampire paranormal short, Crimson Promise received another super review, this time from Dark Divas. The reviewer loved it. :D
Ms Phelan brings back the campy B movie Vampire story. Taking her Vamp from the distinguished, gentlemen of Europe and placing him on a far removed planet in outer space. Victor has escaped Earth which has become deadly to his kind and lives now on a desolate planet. He thinks he is alone in this remote hell hole. Till he discovers an alien like himself, yet very different. I really liked seeing Ms Phelan's twist on an old fave. This is the first sci fi vampire story I have read in a very long time. It's nice to see a change from the usual vampire fiction. That's not saying Victor isn't tall dark and handsome. What would an erotic story be without a handsome hero. But the alien landscape give this book a new feel. Na'lesa isn't an alien like I'm used to either, she is an interesting species in her own right.
This story has a lovely happy ending. And lets not forget the very steamy sex scene. Over all I have to give this book 4 and 1/2 delightful divas.