Evil Mia

Release Day: Today Sex Ed releases from Resplendence Publishing around noon. Don't ask me if that is Eastern or Central. I'm not sure. However, as RP is in Florida I will propose that Eastern makes sense. For those of you who don't care to read male on male romances, you're in luck. This one is male/female. I live to serve.

Other shit: One of my editors asked me about my third Darkness book and what I had in mind for it. This is how our conversation went:

Me: "I haven't written (book) three yet but it will have Thex in it and Sylvia as a kind of horrible and dark Drew and Spike (buffy), along with Raith as the lead. I MUST MUST MUST throw in Rinc and Jaecar in their continued terrorizing of Tony as the distant subplot... because it amuses me."

Ed: "Because it amuses me... OMG! I read that line and suddenly had the urge to bow down... (LOL!) You know, like you're some evil queen I must show my undying loyalty to or else wind up a pawn in a wicked, wicked game orchestrated solely for your amusement."

Me: "I need this (evil queen bit) embroidered on my bed pillow. It can be my proof to all and sundry who enter my bedroom that bowing is accepted here... Or perhaps a shirt that says, "Because it amuses me..." to wear to (big author's convention)."

Ed: You know, it's such a perfect response to everything why --"But Mom... Why do I have to do the dishes?" "Because it amuses me."--"Why do you want me to put the bread and eggs in a separate bag from the rest of your groceries?" "Because it amuses me for you to do so." --"Why do you want me to strip down, roll around in maple syrup, then dance the hokey-pokey?"
"Because it will amuse me." See? No matter the situation, if there is a why, you have an automatic response.

This is why I love my editors. They are ever so entertaining. You must go get one while supplies last.

Note to self: "Mia, definitely have the shirt made."

Ordinary Goddesses

Some authors are taking a dare to bare. They've posted pictures of themselves on their blogs. I won't be one of them. While I have naturally ruby red lips and black lined eyes, I refuse to squash the mystery. View the few: Cindy Spencer-Pape, Anny Cook, Regina Carlysle, Barbara Huffert, Taylor Tryst.

I have a book release tomorrow. Sex Ed (link on right margin) is out Tuesday around noon. It's releasing with three others in the Hot for Teacher realm. Excerpt? Why yes, so glad you asked. Follow the Mia's Books tab at the top of this page.

In other news, buffalo wings from Applebees aren't worth the effort.

Note to self: "Mia, beginning of a new week. Try not to spew water on D."

I HAVE A LOVE AFFAIR WITH BLOCK QUOTES EVEN THOUGH I TRULY HATE THE SPACING ISSUES

I've begun Mind F*cked. Only six hundred words in and my internal editor has begun yapping. Meanwhile, I received an email from one of my publishers that edits will arrive in my inbox within minutes. Which is where I suddenly remember that, oh yes, I have a release out next Tuesday.

Technically, Sex Ed is part of the Hot for Teacher anthology along with stories by Bronwyn Green, Brynn Paulin, and Cara Hart, though they'll be sold separately. All release on the 19th and all get bound together for print publication in ninety days with a completely different cover. My recommendation, if you care to hear it, is to purchase the individual story you wish to read thus keeping your expense low. Preferably mine if you must choose. Ideally, all as they are well written jewels of creative effort.

The blurb looks something like this:

Mina Lasky has a pesky crush on Biology professor, Derek Link. They’ve worked in tandem in the same University facility long enough that even the sound of his voice makes her hot. It’s time to put the fantasy to an end. Mina signs up to be his guinea pig in a female sexuality lab for those on the doctorate track. She hopes to work Derek out of her system while enjoying some much needed sexual stimulation.

Dr. Derek Link has been itching to get his hands on the quiet, sexy Chemistry professor. He can’t believe his luck when she signs up to be his lab. But one night isn’t enough and Mina won’t admit they can have something a lot more long term.

And when one of the students recognizes Mina, her heart isn’t the only thing on the line. With her career in the hands of a blackmailer, and her heart begging to trust Derek, she’s beginning to think the lab was a very bad idea.

Other shit: I ran into D today. Well, not actually. It was more like I found myself sipping from a fountain (as I do when thirsty), swung around to return to my cube, saw D checking out my assets, and choked. Except choke would suggest the water in my mouth went down my throat with definitely did not occur. But I did discover two things: A pale silk necktie looks nearly cobalt when wet. And a second dimple comes out of hiding when D laughs. Which he did. A lot.

Note to self: "Mia, invest in water bottle."

I hereby declare that Love Bites is a goddess of brilliance. Do you see that
sexy spacing up there? Yeah, she did that. No more block quote issues.

Flaming

Friend L had annual pre-marriage party. Don't get excited. L has no intention of marrying as is not legal to wed her chosen partner. L did recently break-up with girlfriend and is now looking for new. Fortunately, had many drunken takers after gathering. Fully expect next year's pre-marriage party to be ever more grand.

Had horrifically humorous afternoon viewing pleasure. Young couple at gas station began arguing. Initial outburst: "I'm going to spill! I'm going to spill!" Took several seconds to determine girl was not over sized glass of orange juice but threatening boyfriend with private information. The two carried discussion outdoors whereupon boyfriend, holding gas nozzle at this point, splashed water bottle on girlfriend's turned back. Boyfriend calmly stated, "Shut up, bitch. I just doused you with gas. You ain't talking to no one." --Mind, may have dialect off.

Girl screeched and carried on. Took attendant to coax her into restroom for clean up and stern lecture from manager to him. Amusing, horrifying, and thoroughly diverting. Lovely day.

Other shit: New book Sex Ed releases from Resplendence Publishing on May 19th.

Note to self: "Mia, water bottle trick not likely to work in office space. Perhaps try on smoking R at next dumpster visit. Calculate how fast he extinguishes cigarette."

Queeb?

Vampire ice. Lovely melting of snow and ice directly into wisping streams of smoke. I call it vampire ice. Brutally cold, impossibly beautiful. God, I love Minnesota winters.

Have been included in another blog. Goddesses of Storytelling, associated with one of my publishers. All writers for a particular editor were invited. My blog appears the 21st of every month. Am debating my topic. Do you have one you'd like explored?

Other shit: Have you seen this? Can't help myself. As a writer, we are often subject to public ridicule. Especially with erotica. However, this one deserved spotlight as the writer/editor of the book got a karmic slap.

Saw final semi-final version of Sex Ed cover. Am most pleased as cover reflects a scene in the book almost exactly. Makes me warm in quiet parts.

Note to self: "Mia, find unique ways to inject *queeb* into your conversations today."

Expert 2: Sex Ed (R)

Sex Ed, short for anthology Hot for Teacher, TBD from Resplendence. (unedited clip)
The following is protected by Copyright 2009. Any recreation or use of this excerpt in part or in whole is subject to copyright laws and punishable to the full extent of the law.

(Mina's point of view) The emotional capacity to love and achieve sexual fulfillment to such heights staggered her. Would he be able to detach himself easily? Move on to the next conquest? Next lab exploration of female orgasm?

Oh God, just the thought of his hands on another woman made her want to throw up. But the other parts, his mouth in an intimate kiss, his body in a sexual dance over and inside another woman made her want to scream with frustration.

Mina hadn’t planned on going back to the office, but she arrived there. Her fingers held the doorknob to her unlocked office while her mind replayed other things she had touched and the strangled groans rewarding her curiosity.

Her nipples beaded and with a weak mewl, she released the knob and walked backwards into the wall opposite her door. The hallway, lit by dimmed alternating fluorescent panels, illuminated enough to vanquish shadows but not enough to suggest others were in the building with her.

She panted softly, imagining Derek’s hands on her body. She knew what it felt like now. Knew that he liked pinching her nipples as hard as she could bear, that he liked tasting her liquid arousal from the source, liked when she took his balls in her mouth and tongued his slit, liked nipping the backs of her knees.

Her panties dampened and she wondered why the hell she’d left him in her bed. She should be there now, tracing the underside of his thickly corded cock with her tongue and nibbling the rim around its head.

Unbidden her hands dragged up her body to cup her breasts. Through the thin silk shirt, she tugged her nipples as he had, imagining it was he who clasped the buds and pinched. Her thighs quivered. Snaking one hand down, she slipped her fingers inside her slacks, easing past the top of her slit.

She was weak for him. Incapable of thinking beyond him. “Derek,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

Her practiced fingers circled, dipped for moisture, and circled again with more pressure.

“Take it off,” he said. “Strip right here, in this hallway.”

She gasped. “Derek?”


He smiled wickedly. “You did call for me.”

“I left you at home.”

“And I followed. God what an erotic sight you make fucking yourself with my name on your lips.” He stepped up so she couldn’t mistake the lust in his eyes. Already his cock strained to claim her. “I said strip.”

Her lips parted as though to utter a refusal, but she drew out her damp fingers and unbuttoned her blouse. She let if fall to the ground. Dropping her pants, she then began to shimmy out of her green satin panties.

“Wait. Stop. Keep the heels on too.”

She looked at him from lowered lashes. A blush stained the tops of her cheekbones, but he’d seen the look before when he told her he meant to fuck her. She was turned on.

“Now then. Touch yourself. Pretend it’s me, love. Imagine your hands are mine and show me what you do in private.”

Mina locked eyes with him and slid her hand into her panties. He watched the satiny sheen of two fingers circling in secret. Then she drew them out, and wrapped her beautiful lips around them. Sucking off the liquid and tonguing between her fingers as he would have.

His cock throbbed. “Shit.”

“You like that?” she asked, turning the tables on him.

“Very much. Do it again.”

She did, circling, drawing out, sliding them between her full lips. This time she closed her eyes and moaned, licking her lips for added flourish when she’d withdrawn her fingers.

“You need to finish, Mina. I can’t wait much longer.”

“Don’t wait. Take,” she said.

“Not yet. Show me how you fuck yourself.”

Mina pouted but claimed her nipples with hard pinches and tugs. She cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples. Her breasts bobbed when she let go suddenly to rub down her stomach and her hand dipped inside her panties again. With one hand she pumped, with the other she lightly slapped her splayed body, gasping at the gentle strikes.

He wanted to see, damn it. Derek grabbed the scrap of fabric and ripped it off her. Her sex was puffy and red. She seemed to understand his curiosity and she slapped her clit again. It flexed, smited but swollen with the blood of arousal. Her fingers still pumped inside her and her angry clit begged for touching but her other hand had returned to her nipples to torture them with sharp twists.

His eyes locked on her swollen, red clit and her pumping fingers which jiggled it by virtue of stretching flesh beneath. “I thought you said you didn’t like it rough,” he whispered hoarsely.

“I haven’t before,” she gasped. “Oh, oh, I’m coming.”

Unable to resist, Derek pinched the swollen clit gently. Mina came, her hips trembled on the crest of the orgasmic wave until she sagged against the wall.

Note to self: "Mia, remember to by self leather riding crop."

M/F Excerpt: Sex Ed (R)

Two Excerpts for J. One m/f today, insight into a woman's psyche. One mildly m/m tomorrow-to show what was explained in comment, without putting him off.

Excerpt from Sex Ed (unedited from Anthology: Hot for Teacher, by Resplendence, TBD)
This work is under contract and copyrighted 2009. Any reproduction of this excerpt without written permission from the publisher and the author is subject to prosecution by the full extent of the law.

Setup: Dr. Link is a biology professor at university. Mina is a chemistry professor. Dr. Link runs a lab annually for those on a medical track regarding sexuality. In this instance, Mina is the concealed volunteer (face/identity concealed from class, not professor). The subject is the female organism and the body's physical response to sexual stimulation. Mina is tied to a lab table.

(Dr. Link talking)"Her body is aroused, slicking her labia and inner thighs. That is from the stimulation of her nipples alone.”
“Not exactly,” Mina said. The words came out before she could stop them.
“Explain,” he prompted, his voice dark, sexy.
Her body clenched in response. “It’s your voice and the people watching me splayed out for them, too.”
“Public exhibitionism excites you?” he asked.
“Almost as much as your voice,” she confessed.
“My voice excites you then?”
“It rumbles across my skin and settles between my legs.” Confession is good for the soul.
“The experiment is biased. We’ll have to stop,” he said.
“What? No, please don’t stop,” Mina cried.
“Class gather your things. You’re dismissed.”
Several minutes passed and the room was silent. Her bonds remained tight. Then finally, Dr. Link moved to her side. “I’d like to continue this experiment more privately. Do you have any objections?”
Mina shook her head. She could almost imagine the signature mischief lurking in the dark brown depths of his eyes and the blond hair falling over his brow. The picture of how she’d seen him every day did nothing to ease the pitch of arousal coursing through her.
“I need that out loud, for the record,” he prompted.
“No objection,” she answered.
“Good, I didn’t really want to share you with the class anyway. When you signed up though, there was no question I was going to accept your application over the others. Don’t think you’re getting off easy,” he laughed, “pardon the pun.”
“Will you take off the mask?”
“No,” he said darkly. “Suspense heightens arousal and I like having you where I do.”
She quirked a smile. There was something powerful in knowing he didn’t want to share her. Mina relaxed her hips, letting her legs fall completely open. It was the only control she had at her disposal and hearing his softly muttered oath for the arrogant submission pleased her.
“It’s fascinating the way the female body responds to touch.” He stroked his thumb over her nipple, then swished the nail over its puckered tip.
Mina gasped.
He dragged what felt like a feather down her sternum, the length of her belly to the open begging slit between her legs. She could feel her clit straining out to reach the ticklish tip even as her hips lifted off the table.
“Not yet, Mina. You aren’t ready yet.”
“I am.”
“No. We’re still in the experiment. I’m not arousing you, Mina. I’m arousing your body. You may want me, but we need to get your vagina achy and stinging before you’re allowed to come. Understood?”
If she’d been untied, it might have pissed her off to hear those words. But tied up, aroused, and listening to the thickness in his voice, she could sense the effect was mutual even if he wasn’t admitting it.