Merry Christmas to those who celebrate.
And good bye.
Perhaps you’ve noticed the blog having a series of difficulties resulting in fewer blog posts. It’s been a combination of several factors – technical, writing careers taking unforeseen (but lovely) turns, a few injuries that have since healed and assorted other life intrusions that have interrupted the flow. After some long, hard conversations, we’ve decided to pull the plug and turn out the lights.
Thank you for giving us your time. If you found a new author to enjoy via this site, each of us has a personal blog that a quick search will connect you to. If you’re interested in what I’m up to, you can find me every Friday blogging at Word Whores. It’s clean. Mostly. 😀 My much neglected personal blog is a collection of silly cat stories and tales about boat living and you are always welcome there.
We don’t intend to delete this blog just yet. We may, eventually, but in the spirit of ‘never say never’ we’re leaving it up to preserve the history and the name in case any or all of us find we suddenly have the bandwidth once more. We’re hoping we don’t – it means we’re writing more books. 🙂 We’ll see you in the book store!
Crazy times at my house. Better late than never.
Like Marcella, I’m not a big fan of Romeo and Juliet. A 13 and 14 year old… What’s up with that? So here’ my pseudo progressive ending. Hate it if you must, but I just had to do it.
Juliet blinked her eyes. The poison had not worked and very much alive Romeo face shimmered into focus. She should be thrilled. Why didn’t his eyes look as brown as they once did, nor as tender. He smelled of sweat and mint and sulfur soap, that made her want to gag. Was that a pimple on his temple or a wart?
“Thank the lord, you are alive, my love,” Romeo squeaked, the sound harsh against her ears. His mouth fell open, the tip of a pink tongue emerged. The look reminded her of a puppy dog. She looked around him half expecting a wagging tail. He was so young.
“My daughter, thank goodness we find you.” Her father came running up to them. Sweat plastered his salt and pepper hair to his forehead. “We have made peace with the Montagues. The war is over. Come home and I promise you can attend school with your brothers.”
“You will let me learn to read, father?”
“Aye, daughter, I will. You were too willing to give up your life, too early. It woke me up.”
“Then, Romeo, we should wait. Learn. Grow. If we still love each other after a few years, we can marry properly.”
What is it about the dark? You know the shill about how our brains are still living in caves, cringing in fear during the hours of darkness when humans switched from being the hunters into being the hunted. (A notion recently disproven via some genome comparison wizardry – though how our brains have changed and the effect on specific psychological traits has yet to be laid out precisely.) Sure, here at Darker Temptations, when we say ‘dark’, we mean metaphorical dark – you, our beloved readers rushing in where angels fear to tread, allowing our heroes and heroines to risk their lives, their sanity and possibly their souls by walking face first into whatever scares them. Werewolves. Vampires. Demons. All of the things that could possibly go bump in the night and sure, some us DO mean that in the filthiest way possible. Authors have, in effect, turned a flashlight on in cemetery and have domesticated the creatures that once terrorized people. Our heroines routinely cuddle up with their vampires and some days I wonder what makes that romantically attractive. Then I buy more vampire porn (as one of my friends calls PNR) and just enjoy reading the stories.
But our topic this week is Even *Darker* Temptations. Humanity is rife with some horrific, fetid darkness. We’ve watched terrible things happen this past week in a pair of wars that have turned humans in two different parts of the world into utterly inhuman monsters. Throughout the past two decades, we’ve seen multiple instances of one person reducing another set of humans (usually women and children) into nonhuman possessions. Our identity as humans has been built upon the basis of human sacrifice – the blood, bones and suffering of countless men, women and children throughout prehistory. We, as a species, are a damned scary bunch. The fascinating piece (to me) is the slide from rational homo sapiens in the modern, civilized world into the twisted, inky jungles of the mind. What do you suppose has to happen to a person to make ripping the beating hearts from peoples’ chests in an effort to stave off the end of the world sound like a good idea?
What does darker mean to you? Are there shadowy corners of human fear and/or experience you wish an author would address?
As you may have noticed, Darker Temptations has been undergoing some changes. Its time for a relaunch.
So what’s new? We’ll still be blogging a common theme every two weeks, two themes per month. But not daily and with a leaner team of bloggers. Now we’ll be here every Tuesday and Thursday, blogging on paranormal and science fiction mysteries, romance, evil doers and much, much more. We may even write an original story or two. And it starts now! With a party. Come join us for…
At most great parties, secrets are spilled. And this is a great party, so we’ll share our secrets for the first theme. Each one of us–Marcella Burnard, Tina Christopher, Sabrina Garie and Viki Lyn–will reveal one secret about ourselves in our post. It can be anything. And we mean anything.
Don’t feel left out. We’d love for you to share your secrets with us. We won’t tell. 😉 Shy? No problem, just share your insights on our secrets. We’re offering incentives.
At the end of our two weeks of secrets, they’ll be an author gift basket giveaway. Each author gets to choose from one of the following three items to put in the basket: 1) an ebook; 2) a print book; or 3) a gift card. We aren’t telling. Secrets, remember? So the winner will receive four surprise prizes.
How do you win?
Easy. Comment on the blog post of our authors. All commenters will be assigned a number and entered into a raffle. A winner will be chosen with random.org, which selects numbers at–you guessed it–random. You can increase your chances of winning by commenting on several authors’ posts. There are four of us, so if you comment on all four of our blog posts, we will assign you four number in the raffle. If you comment on just three, then you’ll be assigned three numbers, and so forth.
Come and join the fun. What’s your secret?
My first novella is paranormal, I have another PNR drafted and my current WIP is science fiction. Why do I love these genre’s so much? The easy answer is imagination. These types of stories let your mind (and body) explore infinite places, experience countless possibilities, meet species whose cultural norms both tantalize and terrify. In sum, they force us to consider what it means to be human when conditions change, to continuously recognize that there is not just one way to be, to look, to behave, to think, to feel. Lifting the rules we get stuck in every day to discover who we really is liberating on sum fundamental level of existence.
As a writer and a reader, there are a few other serious perks to hanging out in these genres.
Build new worlds
Creating new species, new planets, and figuring out cultures whole cloth is just plain good fun. It’s like a great big puzzle with no beginning or end. The writer’s job is to define those puzzle edges before the rest of the picture falls into place. As a reader, I love to see how those new worlds unfold, how authors innovate with humanity, myth and science.
Play What if
Both these genres allow us ask the what if questions and play with the answers:
- What if we could shift into another form?
- What if aliens came to earth?
- What if we could move through time?
No Limits on the Male Anatomy
Ever notice that the male anatomy in shifters, vampires, aliens and other paranormal creatures don’t always play by the same rules. The can go all night. Nuff said.
Scifi and fantasy were some of the first genres to deal explicitly with female power as a good thing. For that, it will always own a piece of my literary heart.
Explore the boundaries of science and myth
When did the paranormal or scifi bug hit you? Why do you like it so much?
I looked at the topic for this post, scratched my head, chewed my lip for awhile. I’ve got nothing. Who the f… is prepared for a zombie apocalypse? I’m weeks behind with laundry and have dirty dishes in the sink. Let’s face it, I’m not going to survive an urban dystopia with a few extra bottles of water, a camping stove, canned goods, a flashlight, batteries and some duct tape if I even had any of that.
I am missing some really key things. No guns, no real knives except those dull things on my kitchen counter that barely chop vegetables. I quit studying Tae Kwon Doo at the green belt level oh so many years ago that I couldn’t even pretend to have muscle memory–muscle dementia more like it. I haven’t run any races for a decade and even then I was not that good–my only goal to finish, no matter how long it took. Lets face it–I don’t have weapons or know how to use any that might be of any help.
Is it hopeless? Yes, you say. You may be right but there are I few things that I do have that may change the odds (or I could be kidding myself). The sheer unadultered truth is that you can”t really prepare for an apocalypse–its not like a dance recital or a test. Darwin was pretty clear on this–survivors aren’t the strongest, but the most adaptable. And adaptability I’ve got in spades.
To survive, I’d rely on creativity and resourcefulness. Use frying pans, screwdrivers and wooden bookshelves, I could devise make shift weapons. I may be out of shape but I don’t have a death wish and hard wood is hard wood whether its in the shape of a bat or a shelf. I’ve always had a swiss army knife on hand cause you can do just about anything with those things.
Throw a little chaos at me and I rise to the challenge. I’ll be the one making plans for those with the guns and knives to implement. I will do what I have to do to survive–now that’s a pretty useful attitude when its me versus the zombie. I may not know what I need, but I’m not bad at figuring out things to do with what’s around. I have a spoon and I’m willing to use it. Eye anyone?
Just in case you want to know, if I could choose one person who I wanted with me to battle zombies and survive the unknown, there is only one choice–Angus MacGyver, the most resourceful hero ever to grace the small screen. Over there, isn’t he lovely?
What tricks do you have to survive? Who would you want along for the ride?
Sabrina Garie is on a journey to create the most kick-ass heroine in romance fiction. You can meet the first heroine in Fires of Justice at Elloras Cave, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble.
Yep, I said it.
The blog challenge this week is to design a “Pleasure Planet.” Well, I’ll happily do that, but let’s face it.
What flips my switch doesn’t necessarily flip yours. Although if sales of my kinky novels are any indication, some of you do enjoy the same things–you dirty readers, you. 😉
So here’s MY interpretation. I am the goddess of the Planet Pleasure, and I’m creating this world.
Wanna come live here with me?
1. WE ARE ALL EFFING SEXY. We’re still US, but when we want to we can snap our fingers and change our shape. Want bigger boobs? *snap!* Want a curvier ass? *snap!* Got a craving to be more svelte one day? *snap!* See? How much pleasure would that be? We can all eat what we want and look like cover models.
2. WE ARE ALL OPEN TO EXPERIMENTATION. Okay, I’m going to say it. There are SOME people that don’t like to experiment in the bedroom. And we still love them, but damn it, sometimes it’s okay to want to be spanked. On MY world, you can tell your lover, “you know what? Today I really think I’d like you to dress like Jack Skellington and do me with two zucchini while you flog me with the belt from your karate class.” And there’d be no O.o. Just a gleeful acceptance to try any and everything that each of you could come up with.
3. WE ARE ALL EXPERT MASSAGE THERAPISTS. Because, come on. I need to be rubbed every now and then.
What else is there? I know there’s more that you want. Since I am a benevolent goddess, I will entertain your whims below. 😉
Welcome to Planet Pleasure.
Well, hello there.
I wasn’t expecting company.
Well, wait. Yeah, maybe I was.
My name is Regina Cole, and I’m an erotic romance author and marshmallow addict.
Wait, this isn’t a twelve-step meeting? Damn it. *checks calendar*
OH! Sorry! This is Darker Temptations! And this is my inaugural post, in which I introduce myself and give you nice things!
Well isn’t that embarrassing.
Regina Cole. Erotic Romance Author for Ellora’s Cave. Loves marshmallows, dogs, and fishing. Hates people that tap on the glass of aquariums and badly fitting bras.
Here at Darker Temptations, the mood is somewhat, well, darker. Since I write everything from light contemporary to erotic horror, I’ll be trying to talk more about my darker stuff here, but be aware that I genre-bounce like the Dos Equis guy bed hops. So if I wander over into contemporary land, send one of my compatriots to yank me back.
I’ve been reading scifi, horror and fantasy since I had my first library card. I had a preteen love affair with Edgar Allan Poe, and I’ve never quite gotten over him. (I recited The Raven in a poetry competition in high school, and I make a pilgrimage to his hometown of Baltimore once a year. My husband claims that’s for a baseball game, but I can FEEL POE’S SPIRIT while I’m there. Rly. Srsly.)
But since my A #1 love is and always will be romance, I mash up these things with love stories, and so far, I think it’s going pretty well!
My fourth release with Ellora’s Cave, which should be coming out in the next few months, is an erotic paranormal romance. It’s the first book in an intended series, and is all about witches. Which make me happy.
But you’re supposed to get to know ME in this post, right? So, here goes. I’m a happily married twenty-something with two crazy dogs and a fat cat. I have a day job, a fish, and an ancient Honda SUV. My dream is to stay at home in my pajamas and write all day, every day. My family is crazy yet supportive, and I live in the deep, DEEP South, where possums are the primary roadkill and “liberal” is a dirty word.
I try to stay very, very quiet here.
If you’ve made it through the post thus far, you deserve something. A chance to win something cool, at least. So here’s what we’re going to do. All survivors can leave their comment below, and I’ll pick one lucky zombie to receive a copy of SINFUL TRUTH, my erotic horror romance from Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
Isn’t that special? Don’t you feel like we know each other so well already? Aren’t you happy that I’m inviting you to my house-cleaning party this weekend?
Where’d you go?
Til next time, m’loves,