Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Looking Back at Becoming Charity

I let myself have the weekend off from actual writing, thinking I could give my brain a bit of a break.  You see, when I really get going, the scenes seem to play in my mind and it's as though I'm simply a fly on the wall, watching, my hand furiously typing away to get it all down on the page.  Sure, I start out on a new piece with a basic outline for the plot, but that's about it.  I love when this happens.  I'll go back and read over what I have and often find myself thinking, 'wow, I wrote that?'.  Ok, back to that whole giving my brain a break thing.  Yeah.  It didn't happen.  As has become more and more frequent, I found my mind wandering back to the first book I published, The Society: Becoming Charity.  What I was once so proud of has become a literary thorn in my side.

I began writing it nearly seven years ago.  It was a release, a way to deal with some things that were going on in my life.  I had no intention of it being published, ever.  I shared bits on a couple of different sites and with a few friends, and that was it.  Then my friends who had read it began telling me I should look in to getting published, and finally I did.  I worked hard to get the book to a good ending point, found a publisher who would take something that didn't have a romantic sub-plot and that was written in the first person instead of the third.  I was thrilled when it was accepted, waiting eagerly for it to go live.  Then came the second and third books.  It was somewhere between their publication dates that I began to wonder about the first book, started to think it might not be the best it could have been.


It really hit me when I had the compilation book The Society: The First Three published.  I went back through all three to double check for typos, continuity errors, etc.  I found myself reading through the first one and cringing more often than not.  Now, I know most artists are their own worst critics, and that people say you'll never be completely happy with your work.  Since I can be a perfectionist, I set a goal for myself in order to know when a piece was ready for publication.  It's when I can read through and have it be something that I would buy, read and enjoy myself.  I'm a picky reader, especially when it comes to erotica, so this seemed a reasonable goal.  It's worked.  Unfortunately, that goal was set after my first had been published and now I find that it doesn't live up to that standard.  Now, after a long while of thinking it over, I've finally started.


I copied the original content in to a new file and dove in, scalpel in hand.  Overly harsh or extreme scenes will be reworked.  Repetitive scenes will be cut and glossed over.  New scenes will be added to give the book a good, solid plot as well as to allow the characters to become more fully developed.  I refuse to be embarrassed by the book I was once so proud of any longer, and it is my sincere hope that you, dear reader, will not hold this against me.  I was young and angry when it began, and in my determination to be published, I gave you something sub-par.  Believe me when I say I can hear the voices of my English teachers back through the years, and they're all saying the same thing.  "What were you thinking!!"  I am not sure when the edited version will be available, but hopefully it will be soon, and followed by the fourth book in my The Society series, Vanished!


To those of you who actually read the original first book all the way through, you have my thanks and my apologies.  For those who put it down after the first few pages, I understand completely, and I sincerely hope you might give it a second chance when the edited version becomes available.  I'm planning to post some of the edited bits here so that you can decide if it will be worth it to you or not.


Now, enough living in the past!  Time for me to get back to work, the sooner to give you wonderful readers something you can really enjoy!

Friday, June 21, 2013

Teaser for my fourth The Society book, Vanished!

Wow. Once again, it's been entirely too long. To be fair to myself, I did just start another business venture, and that's been taking up much of my time. About two weeks ago, the writing bug bit me again and I went from having around 4,000 words written for the fourth book to nearly 60,000. Yeah, it's been a productive couple of weeks! I'm very pleased with where this one is heading, though it's taking the series in a different direction. There may be some major editing of the first books when this one is done. There's a bit more romance, some intrigue and espionage, and if you're as much a fan of Annie and Sean as I am, some scenes that may well tug hard at your heart. Of course, you can expect more of the hot, kinky fun as well! Anyway, here's a little teaser for you, taken from chapter 10. Enjoy!



"I want ta kiss ye, little girl." His eyes had gone that familiar dark green.
"I'm yours." Was all I said, and then his lips were on mine. I pushed against him, deepening the kiss.
What fear was still there was battling with my growing desire, and Sean could feel it. Breaking off our kiss, he said,
“Are ye alright, pet?” Hearing that nickname again made me shiver.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Somethin' I said?” I nodded and he smiled. “My sweet pet.” I shivered again. “Ye like that?”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice shook.
“There's somethin' else I've been wantin' ta say ta yew, little one, and I've a feelin' ye have an idea what it is.”
My breath caught in my throat, thoughts racing no matter what I did to try to slow them.
“I love ye, Annie.” As easily as he'd caused my thoughts to race, he stopped them in their tracks.
“I love you, too.” I whispered without hesitation and his lips were on mine once more. Desire was winning out over fear.
“I din'na want ta push ye.” He murmured when we came up for air.
“Please, Sir.”
“Are ye sure?”
“I don't wanna be afraid anymore.”
“Pull down tha sheets, love.” He got up and turned off the lights, the sunset coming through the sheer curtains the only illumination left. Shaking, I did as he asked.
I lay down again, the sheets cool against my skin. Sean stood by the bed, just looking at me for a few moments before he lay down next to me, propped up on his side.
“I din'na want ta hurt ye.” He said quietly. “And I'll nae go any faster than ye want me to.”
I nodded. He leaned in to kiss me again and I moaned just a little. I was fighting with the images in my head, trying to force them out and loosing. He felt the difference.
“Wha'is it?”
“Images. I need to hear your voice, please.”
“Please what, pet?” His voice was gentle, coaxing.
“Please, Sir.”
“Good girl. That's my sweet girl, my pet.” He spoke softly, his fingers tracing a path from my cheek, down my neck and around my left breast. I gasped, my nipple tightening more the closer his fingers came to it.
“It's puckerin' for me, lass. Dew ye want me ta touch it?” He was making large, slow, teasing circles around it.
“Yes, Sir.” His finger barely brushed over the tip and I groaned. The right one was starting to ache and I arched towards him. That same finger was making it's way to my right nipple, leaving a tingling in it's wake. He circled that one as he had done the left, and getting the same reaction.
“Please...” I whimpered.
“Please, what, pet?
“Please touch my nipple, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He brushed the right just as lightly as he had the left. I arched, wanting more and he pulled his hand back.
“Look at ye, little girl, so needy. D'they hurt?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Ye poor thing. My poor, sweet girl.”
Sitting up a little, he took one breast in each hand and began to squeeze lightly, almost kneading them. I moaned and arched, my hands making their own kneading motions on the sheets.
“How ready fer me are ye, pet?”
“I...I don't know.” I could barely think.
“You don't know, what?”
“Sir.” I couldn't quite manage a full sentence.
“Spread yer legs fer me, then, pet.”
Slowly I did as he asked. He could see me shaking.
“It's alright, little one. Just a bit more. It's alright, I'm not goin'ta hurt ye.”
His hand slid down across my stomach to cup between my legs. I let out a trembling moan.
“I can feel yer heat, pet. I bet yer wet fer me already. Dew ye want me ta check?”
“Uh huh!”
“Ye'll have ta dew better than that, little one. Dew ye want me ta see how wet ye are?”
“Yes, please, Sir.”
“Yes, please, what?”
I repeated myself, louder.
“Nae, pet, I think I need more this time.”
“I...I don't...” I was foggy with desire and confused.
“Say please, Master.”
I froze, and he could see me tense.
“It's alright, Annie, it's jest me. I jest want ta hear ye say it.”
“Pl...please, Master.”
He squeezed and I whimpered again.
“One more time, love.”
“Please, Master.” Much easier the second time, though my voice still shook.
“Good girl, Annie.”
Barely moving his hand, Sean slipped a finger between my lips, finding me not nearly as wet as expected. Moving it away, he lay down and pulled me to him, kissing me. I could feel his erection pressing against my leg.
“Yer jest fine, lass. I wont push ye, I wont rush ye.” He murmured between kisses.
I could feel a low ache starting to build.
“Please, Master. Please touch me again.”
His hand returned to it's previous location, gently stroking from top to bottom, and I shivered. He focused on my clit for a moment and I could feel my arousal growing at a steady pace.
“There ye go, pet. I can feel ye getting' wet fer me. D'ye like that?”
“Yes, Master.” My hands were kneading at the bed again, and I brushed against his erection. An accident the fist time, I started letting my hand creep closer, brushing my fingers along it's length.
“Ye can touch it if ye like, pet.” He moved so that it was closer and I wrapped my hand around it. “Ah, god, Annie. Jest yer hand feels incredible.” He groaned. I could feel my wetness increase, his finger sliding more easily.
“Please, Master. I need something inside me.” I whispered. His finger found my entry and slid inside, my hips automatically rising to meet his hand.
“Dew ye want more, pet?”

“Yes, Master.”