Out there in the book world, there's lots of different kinds of romance novels. Sweet romances feature a traditional couple (i.e., a man and a woman) who fall in love and angst about it, there's no premarital sex, and when sex finally does happen, the bedroom door is firmly closed in the reader's face. Which is fine for some, but I like my romance a little spicier.
Romance novels continue upping the heat level, tantalizingly opening the bedroom door enough so the reader can get a peak inside to see the full love scene, or a couple of scenes where things get started but then interrupted, etc. etc. Erotic romance, which I write, throws the door wide open and pulls bleachers right up next to the bed for the reader, so there's a good view of the couple (or sometimes group) enjoying each other (and sometimes some of their close friends, with all major genders represented), with or without accessories.
Now, some readers would call scenarios like that porn. I don't, and the reason I don't is that in erotic romance (at least in mine), all of the major players in a sex scene are either in love with each other, falling in love, or at least very affectionate good friends. Bottom(ahem) line is, there's a relationship underneath all the orgasms and body fluids. Or, if it's a first encounter, there will be a relationship, with all the emotional claptrap that goes along with one.
So, what place porn? Is it nothing more than soulless fucking, mechanical and joyless and designed to provide tawdry thrills to the watcher?
Of course not. Well, okay, some porn is like that. God knows, there's some really bad porn out there. But anyone who's ever watched porn that worked, kept them riveted to the screen and left them with the need to go grab the significant other (or call the fuck-buddy, or at the very least sent fingers heading south) knows that good porn can not only get your rocks off but can give rise (sorry) to things that might be fun to try in real life. And if you're a romance writer, good porn can also give you some great ideas about scenarios for your characters to try, especially if you're probably not going to get the opportunity to do that thing with the swing and the Sybian and the hot twin dominatrices. (What can I say, that porn was memorable.)
So, here's to erotic romance, erotica, and plain old good porn. I'll keep writing it as long as someone keeps reading it.
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Title: Bleeding for You Author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lovinthekinkSpoilers: 3x11 'Mystery Spot' Pairings: Sam/Dean Wordcount: 1248 Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Angst. Blood. Masturbation. Unresolved Wincest. Disclaimer: Supernatural and all characters owned by Eric Kripke, Warner Bros, etc. etc. I own nothing.
Notes: Beta'd by the magnificent keepaofthecheez. She wanted "angry!Sam motel-room masturbation". This is as close as I could get.
Summary: It's not until Sam's patching himself up that he understands how wrong it is, not having Dean here.
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Best. Torchwood. Ever.
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Just Friends was the #3 bestseller for Amber Quill's Amber Allure (GLBT) imprint for the month of June! I'm so stoked! The #1 & #2 spots are occupied by two incredibly talented m/m authors (I'm a humongous fan of theirs), so needless to say, being in the company of THAT kind of talent is pretty much...wow. It's just...wow. | |
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Ever have one of those scenes that just WILL NOT GO AWAY until you sit down and write it? This is one of those. Title: How the other half lives Author: Anne Thomas (AKA lovinthekink) Fandom: Original Fic (WIP series 'Cassandra Wells, Night Squad') Rating: NC-17 Wordcount: 4,265 Warnings: genderswap, slash (sort of), language Summary: Detective Cass Wells, half-vampire cop on the Phoenix PD Night Squad, turns to magic in order to become human again. It doesn't work out quite like she planned. Feedback: Concrit always welcome Notes: All my original fic takes place in a 'Forever Knight' (remember that show?)-style universe where vampires, werewolves, and witches live among ordinary humans in secrecy. All you really need to know to enjoy this fic (I hope) is that Cass got Turned into a vampire against her will and has spent the last eighteen months trying to have as normal a life as possible, considering she's a cop with a blood habit. It hasn't exactly been easy. For some reason, I just felt like posting fic. Now I feel better. | |
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So, I mainlined the first season of The Sentinel last night, after reading much fanfic (okay, fine, it was slash) from the fandom. Thanks to many fantastic writers and websites I had a pretty good idea of the what the show was about, so figured I'd better watch it.
I finished S1 about 2 this morning, and I have several thoughts (posted after the cut) but there were two which really stood out in my mind, which were:
1. "Man, Kripke gives me Sam & Dean together in practically *every scene*, why didn't PetFly do that with Jim & Blair? Those two guys have great chemistry." ( I have evidently been far too spoiled by Supernatural);
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2. OMG Blair's MOUTH. OMG look at his MOUTH. I want to do wicked, nasty things to that mouth - I want to see that mouth do wicked, nasty things to Jim ON NETWORK TV. I thought Spike & Dean had mouths on them, but Blair's? JESUS.
Just look:
 
SEE????
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Ah, writing. How I love thee. With the high you give me, you should sell on the street for a thousand dollars an ounce, er, sentence.
Yeah.
Writing-wise, this weekend/week rocks. I've got the sequel for Just Friends all figured out and am rewriting my rough draft to firm up motivation and have the climax make sense. The dark moment is dark - my poor boys! I've also, just for fun, gone to town on my first het erotic romance The Taming of the Wolf, which I need to send in next month for an October release. I had a little worry, I admit - I've been writing gaysex for the past six months and was a little concerned about flexing the het muscles.
Heh. Shouldn't have worried. So far it's *smokin hot* and I don't even have the characters in bed yet.
(You know you've got your porn-fu going when you read something you just wrote and it makes your own thighs clench. Whew!)
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. I've started, thanks to JaneDavitt's excellent work, reading Sentinel fanfiction. I went ahead and ordered the first season on DVD, but since I met the guys by reading SenSlash, I'm afraid I'm going to watch the show and keep going, "Okay, this is all well and good, but when do Jim and Blair have sex?"
So, for my meager yet hopefully growing flist - if you read SenSlash (Jim/Blair, of course) and have recs, could you send them my way? I found 852 Prospect and a lot of its good, but I'm having trouble separating the wheat from the chaff.
Father's Day was great - (Mr. LTK's daughters both called him which made him happy), and work was slightly less chaotic than usual. On the downside, it's supposed to be 115 degrees tomorrow. God, I hope the A/C holds.
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...or at least, that's what I'd conclude given some of the looks the kids are giving me today.
Don't get me wrong, I *like* kids. It's just that 30 or so of them in a 1700 sq. ft building, in 110 degree weather, constantly opening and closing the door and running in and out so the A/C is struggling just to keep the interior of the place at a balmy 85 degrees, while said kids chase each other through the stacks and monopolize the computers playing Quest and Dragonballz so all the adults that want to check their email have to wait 45 minutes for one to free up...
Well.
I only had to ban 7 of the 30 from the library for the day, and the community center next door eventually corralled the rest of the day-program kids inside their facility with a movie and gave us a break. Only six more weeks of summer reading program to go, yay.
In other news - Last of the Mohicans with Daniel Day Lewis has what is the most angst-filled moment in any movie ever - the part where the Huron leader kills the younger sister's Mohican lover, and rather than go with the Huron and live, the younger sister steps off the cliff after him. OMG. I cry EVERY DAMN TIME.
Must go write kinky romance to feel better. *nods*
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Posted this morning on the amberheatreaders loop (for the readers of Amber Quill Press' erotica imprint):
In other news, my sequel to Just Friends is reading much better and I hope to have it finished up and sent off by the end of this week. *crosses fingers*
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No, that's not pirate speak, it's frustration.
I have to go to work in 10 minutes, and I am *right* in the middle of an epiphany with my nearly done WIP and need the next two hours to work it out which I'm NOT GOING TO GET UNTIL TONIGHT growl snarl.
The epiphany occured when one of my critique partners *gently* pointed out that the REASON this story has been kicking my butt is not only because it is the dreaded second story written after the first published, but because I am writing one of my heroes OOC. God, I hate it when I do that.
Good news, it's completely fixable - just tweak him here and there, change his reactions in some scenes, and yeah, now his goal and motivation make much more sense in relation to what's going on in his life, but *damn*. I'm pissed that it took someone else pointing out that my character was not acting as he normally does. Why can't *I* see that kind of stuff?
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