Blog Post on Novel Outlines On Savvy Authors

Savvy Authors just put up my blog post about the usefulness of a novel outline, as well as how to write one. They've been lifesavers for me in terms of actually finishing a novel (2 at this point, as well as a novella). It's the only thing that's worked for me so far, so if you're stuck in the middle of a novel and have given up on it, please read this post:

Can’t Finish a Novel? Accomplishing the Impossible with an Outline

And good luck!

Sneak Peak at Cheeky Spanking Stories

Here's a short excerpt from my story "The Impact of Change." It's included in the Rachel Kramer Bussel anthology Cheeky Spanking Stories, out now from Cleis Press.


I found, one late, midsummer afternoon, that I was sick of Ryan spanking me, which came as a huge surprise. I’d always loved it, always gotten so hot, so wet, so, so, so turned on by each mouthwatering, cunt-wetting smack of his hand. Or our paddle; or our strap; or a spatula, once; or a dildo, which happened more than a few times, each with him taking turns sliding it in and out of my pussy, then hitting each cheek with a walloping thump. But this afternoon, bent over his knee, one whole year into our relationship, it just wasn't doing it for me. Well, fuck. I knew it was his favorite act, knew his last girlfriend had hated it—that had been one part of why they’d broken up. So I took each spank like I always did, pretending that I was having a hell of a lot of fun even though no, I really wasn't.
Once he was done, Ryan put on a condom, and I found I certainly still enjoyed this sex act, still enjoyed having his lovely cock fuck my pussy. I came, quick and intense, with only a few rubs of Ryan’s skilled middle finger. He came only moments later, growling and bucking against me.

We cleaned up and went out to dinner. But what to do about this problem? Did this mean more trouble down the line?

During dinner, Ryan noticed I wasn't my usual talkative self, and he tried to pry the reason out of me, but I refused to reveal what was causing my lips to mostly stay shut. After all, how could I tell him? Especially in a fancy restaurant like this.

“Maybe this will cheer you up, Toni,” Ryan said, one corner of his mouth turning up in what I’d always thought of as his “sexy-time grin.”

“Oh?” I asked. I swallowed the last of my chardonnay. I was more interested in what kinds of desserts the restaurant was serving than anything sexual at this point in time, but it certainly wasn’t dessert that always came along with said “sexy- time smile.”

“Yeah, it’s something waiting for us at home. In our bedroom. Consider it an anniversary present. Which, well, is kind of what it is.”

Now, a gift—that I could get behind. He’d always had exquisite taste in whatever he picked out for me, and while we’d agreed not to get each other anything for our anniversary (we were both a little light in our wallets at the moment), I had already thought once or twice that he might go ahead and get me something anyway. That was just what Ryan was like, always wanting to show me how much he loved me, even though all I needed to be reassured of his love were his words and his affection, something he still hadn’t realized, obviously, or he wouldn't have gotten me something.

“Then I suppose I’ll skip dessert.” I took Ryan’s hand and kissed it. “I already know I’ll love it, whatever it is. But you know you didn't have to get me anything.”

“Yes, I knew that, but I worked out a deal with someone, so you don’t have to worry about it costing us this month’s rent. It may not have been very pricey, but I have a feeling you’ll just love it,” Ryan said, and then he winked at me.

“Good. Well, let’s pay the check and head home, sweetie. I’m dying to find out what it is!”

We had walked there; the restaurant was only about three blocks from our building, and luckily, the night was pleasant, with a slight, warm breeze carrying along the scents of summer. Admittedly, I felt a little giddy at the thought that some kind of delightful (and probably sexual) surprise was waiting for me at our place. Whatever it was, I was sure it would align with Ryan’s always perfect taste. And it did, in a way, although it was nothing like what I’d expected.

When we got home, Ryan told me to wait about five minutes and then join him in the bedroom. I did as he said, and then, not knowing what to expect, I turned the doorknob and went inside. Ryan stood near the bed, completely naked, and sitting on the bed, wearing just as much as Ryan was—in other words, nothing at all—was one of the most gorgeous men I’d seen in all my days. Instead of being delighted, or overjoyed, maybe, that such a lovely specimen sat on our bed, I gasped, suddenly feeling a little light-headed. Ryan’s gift to me was a man? What on… what on earth had gotten into my boyfriend?

Yes, we’d talked, while fucking, about a third—always a man, because while Ryan was bi, I mostly wasn't—but talking was quite different than doing. Obviously. Why didn't Ryan realize that?

But when Ryan approached this fine, fine man, when the man stood, and reached up to Ryan’s head, trailing his fingers through Ryan’s thick hair, when he grabbed my boyfriend’s ponytail and yanked, hard, and when Ryan’s back bowed back from the pull of this man’s hand, I practically soaked through my panties. “Oh, my god…” I said, my voice quiet—reverent, almost. This was, quite possibly, the hottest thing I’d seen. Ever. In my entire life.

Cheeky Spanking stories is available from Cleis Press in print form.

It's also available from Amazon in print and eBook form: click here for the print version and click here for an eBook

                                                                                                            

So cheeky!

My short story "The Impact of Change" is in the now-released Cheeky Spanking Stories, edited by the excellent Rachel Kramer Bussel. My story is about a threesome, made up of two men and one lady, where, of course, some spanking is involved. Here's the anthology's description:

"From naughty and nice to fabulously kinky, these stingingly good spanking stories will please aficionados as well as readers new to the ecstatic delights of the paddle, crop or hand. A woman dresses as a man to gain access to 'The Spanking Salon' in Elizabeth Coldwell's dangerously erotic story, and her punishment is meted out stroke by stroke. The brother of a flatmate turns out to be 'The Perfect Domme' in Lucy Felthouse's story of serendipitous sex. In Donna George Storey's 'The Assignment,' a young journalist planning an exposé on a professional spank daddy is deliciously exposed herself. Editor of the bestselling Spanked, Bussel reflects that 'there are an infinite number of ways to talk about the pleasures of spanking. Me? I get off just thinking about bending over for that special someone.'

Nobody can make you blush better than Rachel Kramer Bussel."

Get your copy here, direct from the terrific Cleis Press: Cheeky Spanking Stories.

A Fairy's Embrace novella

My gay, erotic novella A Fairy's Embrace, published by Xcite Books, has just been released:
"When Caden first meets his office’s new secretary, he can’t stop himself from feeling immensely attracted to him. Caden doesn’t have the whole story when it comes to the young man, though – Persius is a fairy guardian, and he has been sent to Earth to save Caden’s life. But Persius has strong feelings for Caden, which have developed over the many months he’s spent watching over this man he certainly shouldn’t be sleeping with. Soon, Persius isn’t the only one who has become emotionally involved. But can he manage to save Caden when the moment comes? And can he handle what will happen if he succeeds? Because if he saves Caden, as he is supposed to, it’s back to his own world, never to see the man he loves – ever again."

It's available at Xcite's website, where you can read a short excerpt.