Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Book Talk

It's a great week for books with ten new releases from Ellora's Cave Publishing, and one of them is by my hussy sista, Nathalie Gray. Woot! Any book with The Lethal, Take No Prisoners Hussie's name on the cover is guaranteed to go BOOM, baby! Oh yeah!

Releasing Wednesday:


Emerald Green - Desiree Holt (Contemporary)

9 ½ Years - Cheryl Dragon (Romantic suspense / owym)

Crimson Thrall - Aubrey Ross (Vampire / light bondage)

Samantha and Her Genie - Daisy Dexter Dobbs (Paranormal / Rubenesque)

Releasing Thrusday:


Love Thy Neighbor - Amy Ruttan (Contemporary / owym)

Too Tempting - Karen Erickson (Contemporary / owym)

Releasing Friday:


Knight's Emerald - B.J. McCall (Paranormal)

Dr. Feelgood - Alice Gaines (Contemporary / owym)

Claire's Hostage - Trinidad West (Paranormal)

Mechanical Rose - Nathalie Gray (Futuristic)

You're still here. What are you waiting for? Go forth, grab the books and get carried away in a sexy story.

Happy Reading!

Nic
So naughty it's scandalous!

Monday, May 19, 2008

My Onomatopeia Is Bigger Than Yours!

She drives large vehicles filled with screeching carbon-based life forms! She works eighty hour weeks! She cleans after colleagues, spouses and offspring! She cooks for six on a budget for two! She still manages sex between conference calls, appointments and loads of laundry! Sheeee’s...



SUPERWOMAN!!!

You all know one. Or maybe you’re one yourself. The lioness, bitch, sister, chauffeur, mother, blogger, huntress, pilot, store clerk, astronaut, stay-at-home parent, and diver. Me, I’m too lazy to be a Superwoman, but hell do I know a few! Good on them, I say! And why not? I don’t subscribe to the point of view that warns these women are ticking time bombs, that a person can’t do it all. Women have been “doing it all” for thousands of years. We’ve hunted and gathered, for Pete’s sake! We’ve waged wars, killed ourselves some wooly mammoth (yum!) and have flown to space. It’s not feminism (don’t get me started on that bullshit), it’s not emancipation or a paradigm of modern thinking. It’s being a Woman. A Hussy. Husswife. House Goddess, as Roseanne said. Different names for the same thing. It’s not new and it’s not going away either.

So breathe, ladies. Just breathe. You're not the first, the only one or the last. It takes a whole lot more than crazy hours and crazier jobs, no pay or too little of it, a few extra pounds or not enough curves to bring us down. We may not have Superwoman’s invisible jet or snazzy costume. But dammit, we’re more than half the population on this planet.

I’m no connaisseur of radical chic, mind you. I’m just a writer. I make stuff explode and sit in front of a computer screen all day. What do I know?!

But I am a Hussy.

As Time Goes By...


Since "Hussy" originated with the old Norse word for housewife, I hope you'll forgive me if I write today as a "housewife" - and specifically as a mother.

This past weekend I watched my son graduate from University and take the final step away from home into his own life as an adult. It's a bittersweet time, filled with memories, laughter, excitement and tears. The congratulations shower on the graduates (not unlike the rain in Washington DC yesterday) and these young people flower in the adulation and praise of family and friends. Which is as it should be. They have spent most of their lives in the educational system, and the last four years have passed in an intense fog of classes, projects, hangovers and keggers.

So as I sat on the Mall and found my eyes filling with emotion, helped along by the sound of bagpipes ushering in the graduating class of 2008, I got nostalgic and wondered where the time had gone, and if I would have done anything different.

The answer? No.

To anyone out there with kids - toddlers or teens or in-betweens - my message has never changed. Enjoy every minute you can with them. Appreciate the two year old tantrums, the impossible school projects, the first crush and the driving lessons. I sat in the drizzle and remembered the fuzzy footed sleepers and the ragged pink bunny. (Bunnicula. I still have him tucked away in tissue as befits a precious friend.) I remembered the Minke whale project. (No, I didn't save that. The Pepsi bottle cracked.) I remembered those first days of Junior High (aka Hell on Earth) and the first time he drove himself to High School, so proudly - and so carefully.

I remember the agony of waiting for word on early acceptance to the college of his choice and the way he yelled for joy and hugged his dad when it finally came through. And I remember the uniquely distinct "fragrance" of a college dorm room containing four freshmen. (Urp. Call the Haz-Mat squad!)

Some people asked me why I gave up what they perceived to be my life/career to be a full-time mother. I always considered myself blessed that I was able to do so, and never apologized for it. Yes, I put a lot of my own interests aside - parents have to, no two ways about it. I traded a fulfilling job for one that involved diapers, pre-school and GI Joe. I gave up a paycheck for Nintendo.

And this past weekend, I have never been more proud of any single thing I've ever done in my life. Yes, I'm very proud of every single one of my books, and rediscovering my love of writing filled those places that would be empty with my son gone. I guess I realized how truly I have been blessed over the last almost-quarter of a century. I've raised a son (with hubby of course) who is now ready to take on the challenges of adulthood. Who has a job. Who I admire, and who makes me laugh. Is he perfect? Nope. But who is? I've written a lot of books, gone to a lot of different places and happily travelled down a lot of new roads.

But when all's said and done, what I will remember most fondly is the day my son toddled from his bedroom in his sleeper suit, his blanket and his bunny under one arm and his first laptop under the other. It was at that moment I knew he was destined to walk his own path in life - and I had to let him.

Writing is now the major focus of my day. I like to think that each book is a tiny little legacy that will enable me - in some small way - to leave an impression on the future. That somewhere, sometime, a hundred years from now, a reader will stumble across one of my stories and find a smile or two.

But I realized yesterday that the biggest legacy I shall leave behind is my son. He IS the future - he and his fellow graduates.

And there is nothing that makes a Mom more proud than knowing that.

Give your kids a special Hussy hug today. Tomorrow you can go back to tormenting your man!!!

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Releasing your inner Hussy



If you read the subject line and automatically assume that this is going to be about sex and men .... WRONG! We're talking inner Hussy, Not inner sex machine.

Funny how a word can be so misunderstood or evolve over time. Husewif was probably one of the earliest version of the word, meaning "mistress of a household, housewife." Note the word mistress. To be mistress of a house means more than being at the beck and call of everyone within the house. It means managing the house, making sure that it is cleaned, stocked, repaired and safe.

Sure the word was downgraded to mean something negative in the 1920s or 30s. But the original word still applies. Hussies are typically mistresses of the home. And a mistress comes in many shapes, sizes and colors. Some are soft-spoken and mild-mannered. Others are loud and bold. Everyone has their own management style. Some work exclusively in the home. Others hold down full time jobs and still manage the home. Yet others work and hire someone to manage the home.

Being a Hussy is simply being a woman. A strong woman, capable of taking on the responsibilities of the home and family and even adding extra to her plate with a job or career.

So to me, if you release your inner Hussy, you're just releasing your inner strength. You're being a woman, the strongest force in the Universe. How that manifests is entirely up to you. You can be colorful,bold, outrageous and opinionated or refined, cultured, sophisticated and soft-spoken. It's all up to you.

In short, it's all about attitude and what you want the world to see when they look at you.

For me, well, I'm not the shy type. I write erotic romance, create erotic images in photography and graphic arts and feel no shame in any of it. On the other hand, I'll take just as much pride in taking photos of a sunset or a child. It's all art and that's my thing so I embrace all facets of it and feel grateful that I have outlets for my creative expression. Sure, I still clean the bathrooms, mop the floors and pressure wash the patio. I pay attention to my family, remind my honeyman that he can ring my bell, and do favors for friends and family, helping out when I can. And I do that with as much care and pride because it's part of my life and who I am.

I'm an average woman who embraces her life and enjoys every moment she can. I'm a Hussy. I'm a woman. W O M A N. Or as the great Peggy Lee sang ....



And there you have it. Want to release your inner Hussy? Then hold you head high, pursue your passions and take pride in who you are.

Have a great Sunday!

Ci

Friday, May 16, 2008

Too much Said Can Really Hurt...


Too much said can really hurt in ways we never considered.

The first time I wrote erotic romance, I tasted real freedom in my writing. I was finally able to express the act of love just as I did everything else in my story. It is such an absolute feeling of creative expression to write erotic romance!

Now, that’s me and not all writers would agree. Which is great. I enjoy many genres of fiction outside of romance as well. That’s what makes the world go round.

At least to me it is great, but as with any profession, there is always going to professional snobbery. Folks can call it what they want, but it is what it is. I know there’s been a lot on various sites with rants about our genre. Whenever I read something written on a public forum that condemns and bashes something or someone, frankly, I don’t place a great deal of credibility on the person posting it.

In fact, I’ve lost respect for people I once thought rather highly of. Their public rants have afforded me glimpses into their inner selves. To make matters darker, when this kind of attack on erotic romance comes from authors, especially those who aren’t writing erotic romance, I have to wonder why they are even posting in the first place? I mean, if they aren’t writing in the genre, why do they care and more importantly what are they trying to achieve by criticizing it?
Yes, it confounds me. Greatly. It would be like me deciding to rant about mainstream SciFi because it doesn’t have sex and romance in it like my genre does. HUH? I mean, really... HUH? And on the flip side, you don’t see erotic romance authors slashing and slamming romance authors and their genre. At least I’ve not seen any. What would be the point?

It's really cliché, but hey I can be cliché - to compare is like comparing apples to oranges. Granted, they share the common element of romance, but truly, they are very distinguishable and separate genres.

As you can tell, I am just so completely confounded by these public displays of professional snobbery, that I have to stop and examine what their motives are. Hmm... still trying to grasp the mindset that stimulates such attacks. Well... Maybe...

It reminds me of when I was in college and working toward my degree in Commercial Art. I was humming along, happy to be learning a way to make a living from what little artistic talent I had. One day, a comment was made that floored me.

The Commercial Art Department (CAD) and classrooms were housed in the basement of the building while the main floor was occupied by the Fine Arts Department (FAD). One of my classmates, who happened to be the best artist I’ve ever known came into class furious. It seemed there had been some kind of an ongoing bashing from those enrolled in Fine Arts with those in Commercial Art. (Call me Forest Gump. I was oblivious to it.) The FAD (Fine Arts Department was apparently infamous for referring to those of us in the (CAD) as “PROSTITUTES”. You read that correctly. So I asked why and it was explained to me that FADs viewed our choice in life careers as commercial artists as opposed to fine artists as “prostituting our art for commercialization.”

Well, beyond the obvious ignorance of such a statement, can you imagine how that phrase made me and everyone else in my class feel? I mean come on! What kind of high school mentality is that? I burst out laughing and my classmates frowned at me. I mean it was the silliest kind of snobbery I'd ever encountered at the time.

Here we were spending money and a lot of time learning to utilize our talents in order to be productive in society by earning a weekly income to support ourselves. Some of us would become commercial photographers to help corporations best display their products in advertising, create sales flyers and advertisements, work for catalog companies, and any other numerous fields of commercial art. I did all but the photography and was a commercial and residential interior designer (the other part of my degree) for seven years. Never once did I feel like a prostitute for my art. (g)

Yet, because we were going to be earning money through a commercial means with our artistic talents, not starving for our ‘art’, we were called ‘prostitutes”. Nevermind we were going to have a greater percentage of our class - 100% - with potential income earning skills and typically very lucrative income and gasp, even careers. But, because we had chosen a different form of art expression, we were all lumped together, condemned, criticized and ridiculed as “Prostituting our art”.

And who were those doing all this condemning? It certainly wasn’t the CAD students, who were simply being studious in our chosen fields. It was those who based on percentages of success, would maybe 1%-2% ever get a painting into an art gallery. Which, I would have been applauding their success. All of us in the CAD would have been happy for them, until the slurs started. Until the ridicule and name calling started.

So I learned from that experience and encountered it in the many careers I subsequently had - professional snobbery was alive and well in every industry.

The need to feel superior is the nut of any such snobbery. But back to the individual slurs and insults. What exactly are these people hoping this get from all this? Aside from creating a controversy and gaining lots of hits on their sites and having a little moment in the spotlight. I can't see any other purpose.

Do readers even care about this kind of internal conflict and subsequent behavior? As a reader, I would have been appalled if one of my favorite authors was like this.

Seriously. Are you buying an author’s book because of her attacks on others? Because she can be clever and snark with the worst of them? Truly, being that way doesn't require much, just a lot of negative emotions. It's easy.

I’m really curious if this kind of personal opinion has anything to do with you buying a book. At least in a positive way as in "oh, I really want to buy her books now that I read the way she let that author have it." Whoo YEAH!

For me, the only thing these public rants have done for me is to cross-off authors from my automatic to buy list. Why? Because it's simply that I can no longer read their books without having their angry tirade echoing in my head.

I mean, I tried reading one such author the other day because I’d purchased the book several months ago and had no time to read. But between buying the book and reading it, she’d taken up a cause against a certain group and when I finally sat down to read her book, I couldn’t get past her anger and rage I’d read posted all over the internet.

The feelings conveyed in her internet posts invaded the book and the words of love she’d written rang false. The author intruded into the book and made it invalid. So I gave the book to Good Will. It was a very upsetting realization to me that I could no longer enjoy this author's work. Her lasting impression in my mind is not what she'd written in the book, but what she'd posted on the internet.

Who is to blame for reality intruding into the sacred place of make believe? Was it my fault for not being able to get past the internet blog posts or was it the author’s fault? Was there no fault at all? We all have the right to make our opinions known, but maybe sometimes it's just not the right career move to do so.

I don’t believe I can ever overcome the rants I’ve read these past months. I don’t think I can ever return to those authors as a reader. Too much has been said. Damage has been done that cannot be undone.

The magic of their books has been robbed from me-forever. And I'm reminded of something I read: “Once something is said, it will remain forever said, nothing can ever take it back or change it.”

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Gettin' Naughty - Summertime


Since we've covered the topic of erotic romance and I've already stated my opnion, I'm going to switch subjects. Sorry but I'm suffering with headaches this week due to the fires in Florida so if you could possibly see this cross-posted elsewhere.

The temperatures are rising and soon it will be summertime, when the livin’ is easy. Makes me want to kick back in a hammock with a good book and a cold drink. Have you made your plans? What are you doing this summer? Taking a family vacation or maybe going somewhere with a group of friends? Perhaps thinking of something a bit more…exciting?

I love traveling and have been planning my summer vacation since October. I wanted to get everyone together—family and friends—for a fun, relaxed vacation. My closest friends and I began looking for a really big rental house. We may have gone a little overboard, but we found an 11 bedroom, 2 million dollar lodge/house in the Smoky Mountains that we couldn’t resist.



I can picture myself sitting on that swing with a cup of coffee or a margarita. Oh yeah! (deep sigh)

For the Fourth of July holiday week the whole motley crew (15 adults—couples and singles—and 13 kids) will invade Gatlinburg Tennessee. The town will never be the same again. Only a few of us have met in person but we have all become good friends online. It’s a pretty diverse group. Let’s see, three of us are authors, one financial wiz, a stay at home mom, a Marine, a computer guru/super mom, a prison guard, a police dispatcher, a zoo administrator, a retiree, one set of newlyweds, a parts distributor for Boeing, and kids ranging in age from 4 to 17.

With such a large group coordinating meals and outings will be interesting. We still want to keep things relaxed so are not planning out every day. Instead we have a list of places we’d like to see and will play it day by day with the exception of going rafting. For that activity we’ll be making reservations in advance to make sure we all get to go. There’s something for everyone to do so it should be a very memorable trip. Theme parks, water parks, Knoxville zoo, Ober Gatlinburg, Ripley’s aquarium, horseback riding, rafting, hiking...I can’t wait! I do want my next trip to be an all adults one though. Or maybe just me and the girls. Now that has some potential.

Hmm…maybe if I write a story based on our vacation escapades I could write the trip off on my taxes. Oh, I’m getting some very interesting ideas.

If you’re single, you may be considering something a bit hotter, like indulging a summer fling. Oh, come on. It’s okay to admit it. The right person, the right set of circumstances… Yeah, baby! Perhaps two strangers sharing one amazing night. Or you’re on an extended trip by yourself and meet someone who is fun to be around and share in a bit of summer loving. Would you be able to keep it relaxed and easy going if there was an expiration date, like the end of vacation? I’m not sure if I could. Might be fun to try. Research, you know. All in the name of research. LOL!

What are your plans for the summer? Something naughty? Dish some details!

Nic
So naughty it's scandalous!

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Book Talk

Yay! Ten more yummy books for me...er, I mean all of us. If you judge by the covers—you can do this with the books from Ellora's Cave Publishing because the artists are soooo good—this week's books are going to be HAWT! And just wait until you follow the links to read the blurbs and excerpts. Whew! I advise you to grab a cold beverage first. You're going to need it!

Releasing Wednesday:



Drastic Measures - Shiloh Walker (erotica)

Long, Slow Ride - Mardi Ballou (Contemporary / owym)

Subtle Destiny - Beth Kery (Paranormal)

Gentle Control - Brynn Paulin (BDSM)

Releasing Thursday:



Liberation - K.Z. Snow (contemporary / owym)

Until Jake - Calista Fox (Contemporary / owym)

Releasing Friday:



Young Stud, Ruth D. Kerce (owym)

Perhaps Love, Madison Blake (fantasy)

Point of Combustion, Dawy Ryder

Law of Averages, Wylie Kinson

The Hussies would like to extend a warm welcome to new to Ellora's authors Calista Fox and Madison Blake. We wish you all the best!

Happy Reading!

Nic
So naughty it's scandalous!