Wednesday, February 29, 2012


First Love- Over the Years: Watch It Grow

I wrote When We Meet Again three years ago when I had a personal experience that created a storyline in my head. Two young lovers over the course of time discover love, lose that love only to find it again. It's an emotional novel about first loves and second chances at that same love.

Think about it for a minute... have you ever forgotten that first love? The one that got away. How many times over the years have you asked yourself “what-if”? And if you had a second chance, would you take it?
When We Meet Again blurb-
How many of us have wished we could turn back the clock? Go back to one specific time that would change our lives forever and it would be exactly how we wanted it. Brynn Saunders has wished that for over two decades and while she can't change her life, a strange twist of fate is giving her a second chance at her one true love. Best friends Ethan Miller and Brynn have loved each other unconditionally since high school and while their lives were entwined early, they never shared the intimacy they felt for the other. After an abusive marriage for Brynn and a loveless marriage for Ethan, they've reconnected twenty four years later and are acting upon what they never had the chance to do years ago.

When We Meet Again starts with Brynn and Ethan in their late teens years, after they've made a pact to one another. I wrote First Chance which starts Brynn and Ethan's lives before the pact.
What is this pact I keep referring to? Let me tell... no, better yet, Buy First Chance when it comes out this spring. Yes, I know... I'm a tease!


Books by Dawne Prochilo

Crape Myrtle- June 2009
On Her Own- July 2009

Sex Sells- Feb 2011

Room 11- Feb 2011

Rachel's Desire- March 2011

When We Meet Again- May 2011
His Holiday Seduction- Oct 2011
Insatiable Kate- Oct 2011
On Her Own (re-release)- Nov 2011
Wildfire Beach- Nov 2011
A Cougar's Revenge- 2012
Callie's Way- Jan 2012*
Lynn's Chance- March 2012*
Weekend Retreat- April 2012
Melody's Dance- May 2012*
No Matter What- May 2012
Tessa's Passion- July 2012*

Coming Soon- First Chance 2012

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Musings & Free E-Book By Don Abdul

Hello, readers. My name is Don Abdul and I was born and raised in Nigeria some 40 years ago. I’ve been told I have a great sense of humor, but that’s just a rumor started by my neighbor after a few drinks. I am an easy going single dad of two young boys, but I must also warn you that I’m a naughty poet and a published author of erotic fiction. 
The pursuit of my freedom of expression, as well as my fascination with people and their complex relationships drew me to the internet and writing in the erotic fiction genre. I particularly love to dissect prim and proper characters, to see what makes them tick in terms of sex and their sexuality. I enjoy stripping away the airs and pretenses and getting at the bare necessities of their sexually uninhibited alter egos, and unveiling their kinky erotic secrets.

My journey as a writer began much earlier in life though. I started writing in junior high school when I wrote mostly poetry about the wonders of nature all around me from the perspective of a small town lad. In senior high school the subject changed to the joys and heartaches of boy-girl relationships. 

I also contributed to and later became associate editor of my high school newsletter. I started writing erotic fiction in 2005 in a few Yahoo Group to which I belonged. My first ever erotic story was titled Naughty Professor which was partly based on my own real life experience with a young female professor back in college. The encouraging feedback that I got, prompted me to write more stories and I’ve never looked back since.

Like many writers before me, rejection by publishers was a huge challenge. This was tough as I was an unknown writer who lived in Africa. With wider consultations and networking with other writers and published authors, I eventually discovered there was an ongoing revolution called electronic publishing. The popularity of e-books was spreading like wildfire and I was talked though the process by a friend and mentor. 

My first published e-book was “Taboo Sex Run Wild” which was published by in May 2010. This e-book was quickly followed by three others in the same year including:


Cougars in Distress, which was released in 2011.

These books were all released by the same publisher, and they are available at:

My favorite authors include James Patterson and Tom Clancy. I am greatly inspired by the style and color of their characterizations and the total packaging of their works.

As far as writing and doing my creative work goes, there’s no place like home. I do most of my creative work with my butt firmly planted on my couch, even though I have also been known to have brainwaves that require me to write on the spur of the moment even when I’m on the road. 

The characters in my stories fall into two categories, the perfect heroes and the flawed heroes. In truth I’m a believer in the beauty of imperfection, hence my favorite characters are those who have flaws that set them apart from the run of the mill Heroes in most of the gazillion literatures that we encounter every day.

My favorite character is Jake Donovan, the hero in my e-book A Hero’s Due. He was an upbeat, physically fit and confident young man who went to war in the service of his country but returned a broken man (Download your own free copy).

As an author my plans for 2012 are quite ambitious, but all I’m saying for now is that I have just released my first book of the year. It is titled A Reluctant Slave, and it is an exciting erotic fiction e-book with a BDSM theme and it was published on the 15th January 2012. A Reluctant Slave is already on the premium catalogue at, and it will soon be available through other major outlets including Kindle, Barnes & Noble as well as Amazon.

I also have other releases planned for the year. I promise to keep you posted on those as they come to fruition. This blog would not be complete if I didn’t offer an excerpt from my exciting new e-book:

A Reluctant Slave
By Don Abdul ©2012  


It had been three months since she had been at her job, and despite having no-one special in her life at the moment, Nimah had stayed true to her principle of not sleeping with her work colleagues so far. In the case of her handsome Executive Assistant however, that resolve was tested every now and then. At those times she would mentally chant the mantra 'don't shit where you eat' over and over again until the worst had passed. 

One lovely Friday morning, Nimah had the office to herself, the temp secretary she had been assigned from the pool was sitting in her outer office since Jack was away on an errand and wouldn't be back until the following day. As she settled down to her first coffee of the day and looked forward to another routine day at work, there was a soft knock on her office door. It was the secretary bringing in her mail; after she departed, Nimah looked through the pile of envelopes separating the usual junk mail and bills. And then she saw it. 

It was a neat small white envelope with her name neatly typed in Edwardian script. She thought it was rather strange and her curiosity was instantly piqued; 'Who could it be from and what was it all about?' she wondered as she slit the envelope open with the beautiful sterling silver letter opener her father had given her last Christmas.

She unfolded the thick clean paper to read the message typed in the same font as the address on the envelope. "I have been watching you, day and night. I know you even better than you know yourself. By the time I'm done with you, you will belong to me."

Nimah paused, and looked around cocking her ear as if expecting to hear something that would explain what she had just read. She instinctively began to push back her chair to get to her feet, ready to charge and hold someone responsible for this affront on her personal security.

The words that struck fear into her heart were: "…I have been watching you day and night." With that fear however came a different kind of excitement, one she hadn't felt in a long time. She sat back down and continued reading the letter.

Her heart was racing and her pussy was getting moist as she read on:

"Within the hour you shall receive further instructions, tasks shall be assigned to you and if those tasks are not completed, and on time too, there will be consequences.
"We both know that you will do as you're told. You like this, you need this, and I bet your panties are getting wet by now too. Just remember, if you do not comply, there will be consequences."

Nimah was furious as she no longer found any of the unfolding drama funny. She reached for her phone to call security, but then she stopped. 'And what or whom shall I be reporting exactly,' she wondered. She realized she had nothing to go on, and in a highly competitive corporate environment like the one in which she worked, she daren't run the risk of being called crazy. She decided to lay an elaborate trap for whoever was behind the letter and when she had uncovered their identity, she would report them to the police.

As she settled down however she discovered that while she was angry at the perpetrator of the obnoxious intrusion into her life, her body had betrayed her. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she replayed the words in her head. Her nipples stiffened and her skin was covered in goose bumps. Her pussy was tingling and her panties soaked at that moment. Whoever it was that wrote that note knew her quite well; the big question was who wrote it. She wondered.

Nimah was embarrassed, even a little scared that this mystery person knew her well kept secret. It was a combination of emotions that thrilled her in ways she hadn't felt for quite a while. 'Whoever the mystery person is, I've got to find them and make an example of them to deter any others from putting their nose in my business,' she resolved, as she awaited their next message.

After a futile attempt to concentrate on her work and put the mystery note behind her, Nimah finally gave up and set about an attempt to unravel the identity of her mystery note writer. She figured that the person who sent her the note probably worked in the same firm as she did since the envelope had no post mark on it, meaning it was an internal mail. That narrowed it down to at least 20 odd men. That was a great start as she could narrow the number down even further. Of those forty men, there were only about five who could remotely be considered familiar enough with her to even dream of attempting anything as brazen as that.

The first one of course would be 34 year-old Jordan Chestnut, a cocky black attorney from Legal Department. He was definitely a dream catch for any woman, and as a brotha, Nimah sometimes thought of him as a potential husband but only if that was what she was looking for. Counting against him of course was the fact that he was the resident player. He had bedded every available woman who would fall for his charms and smooth manner. Whereas Nimah didn't care for his brand of charm, she had to admit that he was quite attractive, and the rumored size of his package made her sometimes think of fucking him just for fun. She, however, dropped Jordan as a likely author of the note. It just wasn't his style.

'Could it be Harry Prescott?' she wondered. He was a ruggedly handsome 50 year-old married British expatriate that she sometimes fantasized about. She loved his broad grin and the easy mature air about him. He was a classic gentleman, very polite, yet discretely flirtatious. If she was going to sleep with a mature man he certainly would be a candidate. Prescott seemed to be quite happily married however, and that ruled him out also as a likely candidate.
Seth Bullworth, a 29 year old avid golfer was more interested in power lunches and activation of the old boy Ivy League networks to close deals than he was in the intricacies of a power exchange relationship. So he too was ruled out.

Dick Xavier was a 40 year old power bike buff, and by far the most likely candidate, but she ruled him out as well because he was currently away on an official trip abroad. 

The final name on her mental list was Jack Bradshaw, her own executive assistant. 'Mmmm...' she thought wishing it was he who had sent her the note. 'Could it possibly be him?' she wondered. He wasn't at work that day and even if he was she doubted he was the sort of man to be interested in such things.

He probably didn't realize the great power potential he had about him. He was the kind of man to whom she would submit any day, no questions asked. Just as she was about to close the book on her attempts to unmask her mystery man, a thought occurred to her. 'Why did it have to be a man?'

Her mind immediately went to Candace Kennedy. Candace was a slightly older friend and colleague, a fellow VP with whom she frequently played tennis and had drinks. They had casually chatted about their mutual love of rough sex and issues of control. The pieces seemed to be falling into place. Candace knew Nimah's lust for a dominant sex partner, and being a colleague she had easy access the internal mail system….

To read the rest of the story, please buy a copy of the e-book for $2.99 only at:   

Thanks for having me as a guest blogger on your blog. As a token of my appreciation I have a gift for your readers. 

They can download my 100% FREE e-book A Hero’s Due. Comments and reviews would be most appreciated too.

For contact and requests for further information you can contact me through the following:

Thanks so much Don for sharing all this with us.  I hope you will keep us updated when your new books release.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

A Peek inside “Custody Battle” by Charlie Kenmore

Many authors will tell you that their characters talk to them. Mine don’t. (No, girls. This isn’t a Seven Realms article. You have no business here. Why don’t you go on another Power Pack Girls adventure? Do I have to count? One. Two....Thank you.) My computer keyboard is another matter. It has no problem mocking me. It sits there, ready and willing to work when it knows full well that my Muse is on vacation.

I usually keep a couple of works in progress. If I don’t feel like working on one project, I usually just work on the other one. One unusual afternoon (unusual because it was one of the few afternoons this year where my grad student daughter was in town), I’d managed to write nothing at all on either of my ongoing works in progress. My daughter looked up from her laptop and suggested that I write something entirely different. Epiphany! I could try a literary sorbet to clear my blocked writing palate.

I decided to head over to DuoTrope,, a wonderful source for who wants what for wordsmiths. I found a call for submissions for a superhero themed anthology about a Dark Carnival that was coming to Cobalt City, hometown to many such heroes. The stories could be about existing characters in Cobalt City story lines, or a new character of the author’s devising. I picked the former, and chose to write about Dr. Shadow.

Writing about Dr. Shadow presented a couple of unique challenges. The principal challenge was learning all about Dr. Shadow. He wasn’t my character, after all. Someone else created his powers, virtues and foibles. I learned that Dr. Shadow is an ancient, very powerful mage. His origins go way back to halcyon days of Set. Over his many years, he has acquired some powerful magical accoutrements in addition to his formidable command of the arcane arts. His eyes are photosensitive. Not too shabby for a first date.

Now it was my turn. The second challenge was finding some reason for Dr. Shadow to bother with the Dark Carnival at his age. I glanced over at my daughter (who had returned her full attentions to her laptop), and a plot line formed out of the enshrouding creative mists. Dr. Shadow’s daughter was trapped at the Dark Carnival! Conspiracies, secret meetings behind closed doors, dark secrets held in petto, arcane formulae that produce the desired results regardless of the facts, stupefying pronouncements that defy logic--Dr. Shadow was going fight the Dark Carnival in Family Court for the custody of his daughter!

Crap! My keyboard mocked me again. Willing suspension of disbelief will only carry a story for so long before it has to stand on its own merits. Although it’s often said that truth is stranger than fiction, no one, who hasn’t experienced it first hand, would believe half of the guano that I’ve seen in Family Court. Still, the kernel of the story was in hand. It just needed some minor tweaking.

Step one--set aside personal conviction not to demonize the opposition. That works. For purposes of the story, it’s acceptable to demonize the daughter’s mother. Bazinga! She’s a powerful demon. Now Dr. Shadow has a fight on his hands worthy of his abilities.

Step two--set the stage. Having abandoned the surreal circus setting of the court room, the next best thing was a carnival midway attraction. That works. Pitch a tent. Throw up a couple of mystical impediments to Dr. Shadow’s entrance to show off some of his abilities. Introduce daughter. Bring on mommy dearest. Let Dr. and mommy fight it out, tooth and tail.

Step three--write a guest blog for Alexx Momcat as a thinly veiled promotion for “Custody Battle”, appearing in Cobalt City: Dark Carnival from Timid Pirate Press.

Excerpt from “Custody Battle”

Standing naked in the cold pre-dawn mist, he placed one amulet in each hand, and closed his eyes. The timing was critical. He had to invoke the spell at the exact moment that was neither night nor day. The cloud cover made no difference. He did not have to watch for the sun. The countdown was based on the pressure building behind his eyes. Three. Two. One. In a tongue so old he doubted it was human in origin, he whispered, "Schi^iich^aagakha." A line of fire sliced through his center, pulling him apart in perfect bilateral symmetry. But like a single cell undergoing cytokinesis, his entire body duplicated itself, replacing the missing halves, until two identical Dr. Shadows stood side by side. They turned to each other, and said simultaneously, "Hello, handsome."

Cobalt City Dark Carnival

Mayhem stalks the midway as the malevolent Carnaval Pomme D'or returns to the super-hero metropolis of Cobalt City. Legends claim this mysterious and dark carnival has ties to Lafayette, one of the city's earliest heroes. Some say it is a force of nature, a danger that can only be endured but never defeated. Back for the first time in a generation, it brings mystics and monsters concealed beneath a veneer of greasepaint and faded canvas. Nothing less than the soul of the city is at stake. Do the assembled super-heroes of Cobalt City have what it takes to challenge the forces of chaos? What chances do a lovelorn cat woman, industrialist family man, evolved panda, ancient sorcerer, dead jazz musician, and renegade cupid stand against an evil that has persevered for centuries?

Thanks for the great teaser Charlie!

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

"Release" By Anonymous

 An author friend sent this to me this morning, I fell in love with the imagery.  I mentioned I would love to post it. They said "yes"  Anonymously.  I wonder if any of you out there can figure out who wrote this. What comes to mind when you read this?  Let us know!

Breathing quickened, the rise and fall of the chest,
Undulating tumultuous like the swell of the sea
Growing red flush creeping steadily across flesh,
Glistening skin sheened lightly with feverish need.

Whimpering choked by lips twisted between teeth,

Gasps cast free, wide eyed overwhelming sensation,
Conscious thought taken flight, tight grip slipping away,
Surrender, instinct has conquered, the prize within grasp.

Warm glow deep within, spreading, slowly advancing,

Laboured breath, ragged, broken, clawing desperation,
Drowning, thrashing, struggling through swirling pleasure,
Pulled under, shuddering climax, cries of freedom, of release.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

"Mind, Groin, or Both. Inserting the Sex Scene" BY Charlie Kenmore

Okay, you've gone to great pains to develop your _____ (insert characters). Enough with the damn plot development. It's time for a sex scene. It's also decision time. What is the purpose of the scene? Is the sex supposed to cement the characters' relationship? Is it a casual release? Is it the breaking point? The purpose of the scene often dictates the best approach to its portrayal.

In Earth Angel, I wanted the sex scenes to further the characters' relationships. Prince Dzhok (who goes by Jack) is a Qpiad (often misspelled as "cupid" in Earthside English). "Make love, not war" is central to his persona. He makes loves often, with over 1980 offspring. The Qpiad are human appearing humanoids with one significant distinguishing ability. They are always a perfect sexual fit for their partners, regardless of size, species, or color. Jack takes his lovemaking very seriously, and is an All-Realms master of the simultaneous orgasm. Accordingly, with Jack, it was important to focus on his techniques.

Salash, Jack's oldest friend and lover, the mother of 22 of his children, is a full blooded High Sidhe. The High Sidhe are extremely flexible. When an Earthside gymnast scores a "10", the judges should always check for High Sidhe blood. With Salash, I needed to show her flexibility.

Having identified the purpose of the sex scene, the next decision is the lexicon. The mechanics of any sex scene, whether M-F, F-F, or M-M are going to be pretty much the same. Tactile stimulation is followed by some form of penetration in one or more orifices. But the word choices one uses to describe the process are the key. Identify your target, the mind, the groin, or both, and attack.

The Mind: In one sense this is both the easiest and the hardest target. The more that is left to the imagination, the greater the attack on the mind. "He undid another button, then kicked the door shut....Mary woke the next morning..." In this case, the sex is entirely inferential, and may be as hot and kinky or as quick and vanilla as the reader chooses. However, if you truly wish to engage the reader's mind, then be prepared to show the reader everything that happened once the door closed. Describe the mounting sensations, the distended time, and the cataclysmic finale. Focus on anything and everything except the actual physical act, except as may be necessary to describe the next round of sensations. Use metaphors and similies rather than descriptions of the physical act.

The Groin: This is probably the easiest approach. Just call it like you see it. Describe the participants' physical attributes in as much detail as you desire, then focus on the mechanics. Be sure to add telling sound effects.

Both: This one is a bit trickier. You need to handle this like a sports broadcast. Part of you needs to write the play by play, while another part provides the "color".

That said, here's a quickie from Earth Angel:

As Salash climbed back onto the bed, Jack flipped over on top of Brunhilde, and slowly guided himself inside her. Although Brunhilde stood a full head taller than Jack, he had no trouble filling her, much to her pleasant surprise. In fact, she remarked that next to Thor, he was probably the largest she had ever had, and she never would have guessed from looking him over just before he got into the bath.

He did not take offense at the comparison. He knew he could be larger than Thor if he so chose. He preferred his current size, which was a custom fit to Brunhilde’s hot, wet passage. Salash placed her hands on either side of Brunhilde‘s head, then pressed herself up into a handstand with her legs straight and together. She then slowly bent at the waist into an inverted pike position until she formed a perfect inverted “L”, with her legs parallel to Brunhilde’s body, extending just slightly over Jack’s head. Whenever a human gymnast scores a perfect “10”, the officials should always check for Sidhe blood―but they never do. Salash opened her legs, extended her tongue, and slowly bent her arms until her legs rested on Jack’s shoulders.

Brunhilde had time for a quick “Showoff!” before Salash’s tongue was in her mouth. Jack leaned forward and began tonguing Salash, while vigorously pumping Brunhilde until they all came simultaneously. Let Thor try to pull that one off!

Thanks for letting me ramble.




Blurb: There are seven parallel worlds known as the Seven Realms which are separated by a Veil. Six are inhabited by all manner of entities, some natural, some not. That may not be the case for much longer. The first portion of the High Sidhe Prophecy of the Sevens has been fulfilled. The Anarch, who is one with the Veil, has escaped. If she chooses, she can part or drop the Veil or she can lift the Veil in its entirety. The Seven Realms will converge. The laws of physics and magic will collide head on. Unless she is stopped,there will be nothing left.

Queen Amura has called for an assembly of the signatories to the High Sidhe's Second Accords, a multi-realm peace treaty to consider how to deal with the threat of the Anarch. An Earthside TechnoWitch and other dark forces also are seeking to control the Anarch. Prince Dzhok (Jack), High Sidhe Ambassador Salash (Jack's oldest friendand lover), and Valkyrie Brunhilde set out to find and befriend the Anarch before all is lost.

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I am a 52 year old professional from St. Louis, Missouri with one very significant other(A.K.A. "Alexx Momcat"), two grown kids, and two cats. I enjoy collecting books, art and cooking. But with my double and triple stacked bookshelves sagging, I look forward to the new era of e-publishing. An avid garage sale hunter, I am still searching for an oil painting by Edouard Leon Cortes (or anything from the Drip and Drool School like Pollack or Rothko that can be sold so I can buy my Cortes).

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Contest and Guest blog “GET NAKED” BY FREYA DUQUESNE

A disclaimer for anyone considering writing erotica:

I’ve heard it said that you have to “get naked” to write good fiction. Usually, what is meant is that you have to be willing to expose your own emotions, to bleed on the page, for the sake of bringing authenticity and honesty to the story. And it’s true. Good stories always come from within, no matter what fireworks and explosions are happening from without.


In the case of writing erotica, I am finding that one must “get naked” in pretty much every sense of the phrase. You start out thinking, “Oh, anyone can write about sex. No big deal. It’s the ubiquitous human activity. There are plenty of ways to write it without getting too personal.”

You fool yourself into thinking you can write good sex and keep your privacy too.

So you settle in and start creating your story world. You breathe life into these characters who are deeper and sexier and far more troubled than you will ever be. Larger than life—proving that maybe size does matter after all, at least in personas if not in penises.

You give them all the right parts they need to be memorable heroes and heroines. No, not those parts, darling. Really!

Well…yes, okay, those parts too, but what I was actually referring to was their personalities. (I know, everyone says that, and no one ever really means it.)

Do they have inner conflicts, goals, desires? How do they conflict with other characters? What is the main problem they have to solve? What is the “ticking clock” that is pressuring them for time?

In short, a plot.

Yes, even in erotica—at least the kind I write—there are fully developed characters and a humdinger of a plot. (Did I really just use the word “humdinger”? Good lord.)

And then, you sit down and start to write. The characters come to life, the plot is churning. And it is time…

…to write sex.

The screen is white and blank. The cursor is blinking. The characters are waiting.

The pressure is mounting.

Write. Something. Sexy.

And your good intentions crumble. You reach for what you know, what is familiar.

That certain move your lover makes? Write it.

The way you feel when…yeah, put that in too.

Anything to banish the blank screen. Anything to get the scene moving along.

And suddenly, you realize the great cosmic joke that’s been played on you. When they said you’d have to get naked—they meant it. There’s no way to write sex authentically without involving yourself. There’s no such thing as privacy, any more than there is when you write drama or comedy or fantasy.

To be a writer, to tell a gripping story means exposing yourself, your heart, your sexuality, your emotions. Even if the story itself is the farthest thing from autobiographical, it still requires the author to strip down and bare it all.

You know readers will love it. You know you’ll take their breath away. For a few moments, you’ll transport them to your world, make them long to live there. That knowledge, that goddess-like ability—it’s euphoric.

And that’s why you’ll do it. You’ll toss aside the inhibitions and the na├»ve assumptions of privacy.

To fill up that screen.

To make the scene come alive.

To savor the moment when your reader says, “Oh my god. That was amazing. I was THERE. Hurry and write another!”

What is a little exposure, a little privacy lost, compared to that? Just warning you, darling. Nakedness happens.

And you’ll love it.

FREYA DUQUESNE is known to her adoring readers around the world as the Sorceress of Sex. Named after the Norse goddess of love, Freya likes to think that sex is a bit magical and a lot beautiful. She writes elegant erotic fiction and fantasy romance with a little help from her animagus friends: Bear, Raven, and Tiger. She enjoys good champagne, opera, and jazz; and she has a thing for Venetian masks.

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