Another bit about Scarlet Magazine. This is Total-E-Bound's ad that will appear in the April issue. Yummy, isn't it? And look at the middle cover on the left. Mine! See what good things happen when a wonderful cover artist designs a hot, hot, hot cover for you. Thank you again Anne Cain. I still grin every time I look at it.
There's a new review for the Bound Brits Anthology on the Erotica Readers & Writers Association website. It was posted by Ashley Lister and is not only a fantastic review but entertaining as well.
Equally compelling is Barbara Huffert’s "All Roads Lead to Ripon." This story is set firmly in Britain’s most romantic location: Yorkshire. Yorkshire, for those unfamiliar with this most beautiful part of the world, is famous for its wild and untamed beauty and deliciously desirable natives.
Did I mention that I was born in Yorkshire?
Emily Bronte exploited these characteristic features of Yorkshire and Yorkshire-folk when she wrote Wuthering Heights. Barbara Huffert exploits it with the same descriptive skill as her heroine, Jane, is pursued from Harrogate through to Scarborough, Knaresborough and Ripon.
Again, this story is as romantic as it is erotic. The sexual tension is built on the intrigue of the central characters getting to know each other as well as getting to know themselves. There’s a fine line between a stalker and an ardent admirer pursuing the object of his desires. Barbara Huffert treads this line carefully and skilfully as Jane is wooed and won by her mysterious and masterful admirer.
Click here to read the full review.
Have I mentioned how much my writing horrifies my mother? Well, it does. So much so that she hasn't mentioned it to any of her friends. And of course, I delight in adding to her discomfort. The other day when I learned I was to be in Scarlet, I called to inform her. Her comment - What did she do to deserve a daughter that writes this stuff? Well today, as I read the review to her, I could hear her cringing over the phone. She was an English teacher and having Emily Bronte's name mentioned in conjunction with me in any way at all is just too much for her.Yes, I admit it was snarky of me but how could I resist?
There's a new review for the Bound Brits Anthology on the Erotica Readers & Writers Association website. It was posted by Ashley Lister and is not only a fantastic review but entertaining as well.
Equally compelling is Barbara Huffert’s "All Roads Lead to Ripon." This story is set firmly in Britain’s most romantic location: Yorkshire. Yorkshire, for those unfamiliar with this most beautiful part of the world, is famous for its wild and untamed beauty and deliciously desirable natives.
Did I mention that I was born in Yorkshire?
Emily Bronte exploited these characteristic features of Yorkshire and Yorkshire-folk when she wrote Wuthering Heights. Barbara Huffert exploits it with the same descriptive skill as her heroine, Jane, is pursued from Harrogate through to Scarborough, Knaresborough and Ripon.
Again, this story is as romantic as it is erotic. The sexual tension is built on the intrigue of the central characters getting to know each other as well as getting to know themselves. There’s a fine line between a stalker and an ardent admirer pursuing the object of his desires. Barbara Huffert treads this line carefully and skilfully as Jane is wooed and won by her mysterious and masterful admirer.
Click here to read the full review.
Have I mentioned how much my writing horrifies my mother? Well, it does. So much so that she hasn't mentioned it to any of her friends. And of course, I delight in adding to her discomfort. The other day when I learned I was to be in Scarlet, I called to inform her. Her comment - What did she do to deserve a daughter that writes this stuff? Well today, as I read the review to her, I could hear her cringing over the phone. She was an English teacher and having Emily Bronte's name mentioned in conjunction with me in any way at all is just too much for her.
3 comments:
Excellent review but no surprise.
My mum would have been out selling my books as all her ducks were magnificent swans in her eyes.
My folks don't know that I write. They're getting up in years and I would like to still talk to them once in a while until they die. After that, I don't really care who knows...
My mom would be horrified if she knew the OTHER books I was writing! She still asks my why I feel the need to use the 'F' word!
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