Notes and postcards

I love brilliant writer/friend Donna George Story! And today Donna has invited me into her hotel room to indulge my hotelphilia. "Postcards from Jeremy Edwards," she calls it! I do hope you'll join us—just give your name to the desk clerk and you'll be sent straight up. This is part of Donna's ongoing Suite Amour hotel party!

One of the pieces Donna is reprinting was something I wrote for one of Alison Tyler's blog events, which are such fun writing exercises! I love seeing the sizzling mini-stories that everyone comes up with on Alison's themes. Yes, I love brilliant writer/editor/friend Alison Tyler!

By the way, another cool thing that Alison is currently doing is collecting working notes from writers. Here's what I sent her. (You can also view AT's whole note-gallery-in-progress at this dedicated blog.)

And speaking of love ... I also love the wonderful folks at Oysters & Chocolate Erotic! That's where another bit of my hotel-room dallying originally appeared.

Summer-stock story in stock now!

The March issue of classy, sassy, intelligent, and empowering Scarlet magazine is now available! I'm returning this month to their Cliterature mag-within-the-mag, with a story called "Behind the Scenes." In this piece, summer-stock stagehand Pam meets Bettina Wren, a charismatic actress who has been imported from New York:

"You can’t fool me," she thought, "with your boyish little slacks and blazer. I know what kind of soft shoulders lurk beneath the jacket, what kind of round, feminine bottom presses against the trouser seat. I know that beyond the seam where the tailor has joined those mannish fabric legs, breathes something soft and juicy that gapes hollowly for my tongue."

The story is accompanied by distinctive erotic illustrations from the hand of Georgie Tier.

Thank you, Scarlet!

Pardon my hedgehog ...

... but I'm guest-blogging at the smut-tastic Sommer Marsden's place today! This is part of her "Hump Day Heresy" series, so I'm serving up off-topic frivolity.

Rock My Socks Off

Please pardon the champagne mess ... but I have a very special announcement to make, and just thinking about it is making bubbles go up my nose!

It's always like that when a dream comes true.

You see, I've written a novel—an eroto-comedic novel, if you will (and I hope you will) ... a full-length erotic romp with funny stuff that I call Rock My Socks Off.

I don't mind telling you that I'm very proud of it.

And I'm champagne-bubbles-up-nose delighted and excited today to announce that Rock My Socks Off has been acquired for upcoming publication by Xcite Books! Xcite is a company I've already had the pleasure of working with repeatedly, with my stories appearing in many of their erotic anthologies.*

The official blurb, cover art, release date, and additional fanfare will come later ... but for now I'll hint that it's about a journalist and an astronomer who get into a lot of explicitly sexy and expressly absurd situations involving antique rocking horses, nonexistent space bodies, talk shows, and academia. If you think "bareness with banter" and "offbeat romantic," I think you'll start to get the idea. : )

I wrote this book, but I didn't do it in a vacuum. The vibrant, nurturing, and enriching environment of the erotic literature community urged me forward as much as the ideas in my head. I'm thinking of all the editors I've been working with as a short-story author, and of all my writer colleagues and pals and reader friends—and reader strangers ... all the people who make this such a wonderful, exciting, and inspiring world to be a part of.

So please grab a flute or a cello case, and allow me to pour you some bubbly (or the beverage of your choice)!

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*Speaking of which, if you order Girl Fun One from Xcite now, it comes [or rather you do] with a free Goldfinger vibrator. My story "Symmetry" is in this new collection, which also includes work by Elizabeth Cage, Heidi Champa, Mark Farley, and Kristina Wright!

LoveHoney Erotic Story Competition

The lovely folks at the LoveHoney adult shopping site (who interviewed me last year), are currently running an erotic fiction competition!

In order to be considered for a Vulgari Award for Erotic Fiction, participants may submit either a full-length or "quickie" piece. LH sells sex toys (sexy books, too!), so their special request is that each story involve a toy from their catalogue. But writers are not required to make any purchase, nor is there an entry fee for the contest.

And look who gets to be one of their tip givers! I'm so honored, I'm glowing from tip ... to toe!

Click here for complete competition rules.

Con vibrato

When I shifted my left hand to Vi’s hip, I accidentally discovered that she was lying right on her velvet slacks. So I slipped my hand beneath the velvet and began using the pants to brush her ass cheek, causing the fabric to shh-shh-shh against her pleasure receptors in the voice of a maraca.

In my new story "Vi's Velvet Vibes," a jazz aficionado shares some of her favorite things with an old friend.

I had been eyeing the milky flesh of her inner upper arms, where they flowed out of her sleeveless lemon top. Now I couldn’t wait to get my fingers in there and produce five seconds of silky giggles. I couldn’t wait, and I didn’t wait.

She wanted this badly. Hell, she had dressed for it.

The story is now available in the Love Notes e-book, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel and available from Ravenous Romance. And I'm in the excellent company of other music lust-ers like Heidi Champa, Emerald, and Craig J. Sorensen!

She began to run frisky hands over my torso and into my boxers, as the bandleader’s mallets scampered up and down the octaves.

“Tingle tingle tingle,” Vi chanted, echoing a ringingly repeated note—while stroking my cock.

I was tingling, all right. And I could see why the round, electrified tones of her favorite instrument glided across her sex like a lover. How was it that I had never registered what an erotic giddiness the sound of the vibraphone represented? Now, it evoked the slipperiness of pussy against thigh . . . the reverberations of orgasms off hotel-room ceilings . . . the glistening frenzy of a feminine silhouette riding a partner’s shoulders above a swimming pool, her crotch smooching his lucky face.

Duck, duck, gooseberries!

Nimble-fingered and earthy-minded literary luminary Nikki Magennis is goosing us today with "sweet juicy shocks" of gooseberry candy, along with other delights! I hope you'll join us as we linger over the final course in the blogland progressive dinner.

Men are encouraged to show up at Nikki's sporting a kilt below the waist—and women, I suppose, sporting a kiln below the waist.

The progressive dinner was the brainchild of two truly brilliant brains—those of Kirsten Monroe and Donna George Storey. What an incomparably grand time they've shown us!

Hot chocolate

The smut-tastic Sommer Marsden is showing off her chocolate miniskirt today! (I think that's what it said.) Anyway, it's a dazzling day of desserts, wine, and fantasy fucks! Brought to you by the blogland progressive dinner.

How Green Was My Salad

Not as green as Emerald's—I haven't seen a bowl like hers since my salad days! So grab your extra-long pepper grinders and head over to the Green Light District for today's verdant course in the progressive dinner!

Sunday somethings

First, it's my pleasure to announce that our old friend the Random Number Generator has selected Janine Ashbless as the very lucky winner of a copy of Nikki Magennis’s rock tour de force, The New Rakes. Congratulations, Janine! Kara will be sending you the key to her private dressing room.

And look what's hit the bookstores: The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 8! Maxim Jakubowski's latest volume includes Tara Alton, Lisette Ashton, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Portia Da Costa, EllaRegina, D. L. King, Kristina Lloyd, Nikki Magennis, Gwen Masters, Sophie Mouette, Craig J. Sorensen, Donna George Storey, Alison Tyler, Sage Vivant, Alana Noël Voth, Saskia Walker, Kristina Wright, and many more—including me, making my second appearance in the series, this time with my story "Slightly Ajar." I am so honored and happy!

The blogland progressive dinner resumes tomorrow at Emerald's Green Leaf—I mean, Green Light District, with a super-sexy salad!