Saturday, July 13, 2013

Sex

I am working on two different series at the moment, both with strong female lead characters. Both stories are very bloody and have a lot to do with sex. At the same time these two characters are polar opposites and keeping the personalities straight in my head was challenging to say the lest. During the teaser writing, while penning out a very graphic sex scene I wondered of course how this would go over with those of you who have read my other series. Ancient Dreams and Southern Nightgown are pretty graphic, with blood and sex, but they don't really push a lot of envelopes--unless you are massively religious, then they will piss you off. The two I am writing now are extreme and I love it. I find it quite freeing to write like this, I find it comes very easy. Though of course there is the question we have all been asking ourselves for so long that loiters in the back of my mind. When the hell did sex become so taboo? When did the very mention of the act begin to bring on blushes and nervous jitters? And when did all the cool kinky shit become so damn dirty...? In ancient days sex was revered and in many cases considered the ultimate form of worship. Women were forms of beauty and the bringers of such magic. They were the carriers of life and revered by their men almost as much as the act itself. There is really nothing else to blame it on but the bloody knife of Christinaty, which cut most the beauty out of our world. Sex. Something we all want. Need. A part of life so intrinsent to our own personal happiness became filthy and painful. Undesierable. Women, once powerful in many tiers of numerous kingdom fell under the Jewish way of operating --I mean what else did Peter (fisherman illerate) Paul (ugly little man--true story) know?--and lost much of the power they once held. Paul--one of the biggest women haters wrote that women should not be aloud to participate in holly rights, making them instantly lesser than man. His admonition was: That they keep silent. Keep us silent became a battle men would fight and lose for the next two thousand years. Women are sexual beings just as much as men. I believe even more so because sex is intimacy and intimacy is in the mind, it is the substance of our fantasies and a good fantasy for any woman is her raison d'ĂȘtre.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

AD # 3 Preview

We crested the east hill of the Wynter property and the towers of the manor enveloped in their misty folds. To our left was Wynter Haunt, our family’s graveyard which wasn’t really a graveyard at all, but rather a numinous space on the canvas of earth, a structural break in time where the laws of life and death ceased to apply. Tangible power flowed from the marble of the crypts and headstones that all sheltered empty caskets. Two gargoyles sat atop twined metal pillars, and behind them an arch of the same metal curled around the tree branches that hung low, the rest was shrouded in mists. On these grounds the trees were barren, and grass that grew here died almost as soon as it tasted air, only the roses remained in full bloom year round, and their velvety petals boasted the colors of blood, snow and darkness. I let go of Lily’s hand and walked forward until I stood under the arch. I almost never passed by this place without stopping, there were so many things in the dappled shadows and beyond that called to me. The wind was colder here; any light from the day was sucked up by the mists. I ran my hands over the statue that stood at the entrance of the arch. She was beautifully done in green marble, with ruby flecked hair that twined through the roses framing her; she knelt atop a fountain of gold and held a stone plaque in her hands. ‘Wynter women at rest.’ It read. I always found it ironic, they never rested. Lily walked up beside me and took my hand. Together we stepped under the arch and the mists closed in behind us.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Thank you everyone who came out and bought my books this weekend. SUCH a difference from last year and I felt so greatful that there was enough in the story, writing and art--which took us soooo long to put together--to make you come back for more :) ROTHIC.com is officially up and running! Go and get my new book Iron & Lace. You know you want to. J.Scott Campbell inks on the cover and Dawn McTeigue sketches inside. Hand numbered and only 100. As always I truly value your patronage!