tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72061586358298450992024-03-13T04:34:21.180-05:00Ellison James Official Author PageOfficial website for author, Ellison James; Writer of paranormal, fantasy, and erotica.Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-79809624587237726872017-05-27T05:58:00.000-05:002017-05-27T05:58:22.405-05:00Isolation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wow, has it really been a year since my last post? I suppose I've been in some kind of self-imposed isolation.<br />
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Well, not really self-imposed. I must admit to the shallowness and self-doubt of authors, myself included. At the height of production for me, I was part of a small group of other authors gathered together in mutual support. That group has since dissipated and I, as with the other I'm sure, moved on to other more pressing matters in life.<br />
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One should know that I have not stopped writing. I'm still working on several projects. "Feast of Fools" is still in development and will introduce a new character into the Immortal Desires series. Her name is Kaliska, and even though she is rather small in stature, she may be the baddest, most deranged character yet. Of course, Azra is still growing within her story as she lives among a demon werewolf pack in northern Georgia and prepares for the coming war. I'm still kicking around a story that keeps calling to me and then running away about a woman that finds she is an integral part of greek myth after being swept through a portal to the land of Atlantis.<br />
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So, I'm still working but relying solely on my own will and motivation to move forward. Of course, it must be said that writers in general are not the greatest at providing their own motivation.<br />
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Anyone care to join me to provide mutual motivation and kick ideas around? Just find me on twitter or facebook, or leave a message here.Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-76515845251381558842016-05-21T13:51:00.000-05:002016-05-21T13:51:34.913-05:00Lifespans<div style="text-align: center;">
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It seems not long ago I was chugging along like the little engine that could -- writing, reviewing, blogging, tweeting -- but I became distracted, and time knocked my ass to the ground. A recent search of the followers listed for my webpage and blog, and yes, even other pages I follow, have gone dormant or defunct. It would appear my own website and blog has suffered the same fate.<br />
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Well, I'm not quite ready to hold the flowers and have lime thrown on me just yet. I refuse to entertain the thought that my author name may have fallen into the abyss of irrelevance. I know what I must do. I must start again from the beginning while still holding to my accomplishments of the past.<br />
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Time has a way of slipping beyond our forbearance, but I want to believe that even though lost for the moment, my place in time is recoverable.<br />
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The lifespan of a gnat is a mere seven days. But within that seven days, the little fly must sense that it has lived a lifetime relative to its own kind. In one week the gnat is born, changes from pupil to insect form, seeks food and shelter, seeks mates for the purpose of reproduction, and with all this achieved, it is reclaimed by the universe.<br />
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Therefore, I will no longer be complacent and satisfied. I will struggle and achieve as if my days were numbered. I will bring my time to heel and make it follow my desires. Yes, it will be a struggle and time will eventually unshackle herself and knock me down again -- but not without an earnest fight from me.Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-37788975973319949632016-02-10T14:02:00.000-06:002016-02-10T14:12:54.378-06:00Free Book Offer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The New updated and expanded 2016 version of <em><strong>Lexi's Run</strong></em> has arrived and is available for purchase at Amazon. Click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lexis-Immortal-Desires-Ellison-James-ebook/dp/B008U3VE6I/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1455133172&sr=1-1&keywords=Lexi%27s+Run" target="_blank"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">here</span></a> to get <strong><em>Lexi's Run </em></strong>for Kindle.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But, wait. Didn't I promise a FREE book on the post title?</span><br />
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Why yes, I did. So, mark your calendar because This book will be available FREE on Valentine's Day! So, please, feel free to download your copy for a good romantic and suspenseful read with your significant other or all by yourself on this holiday. <br />
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I do ask that, if you enjoy the story, you might consider leaving a review.<br />
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P.S. Although many of my stories carry an erotic theme, this book is pure paranormal romantic suspense so it is safe, fun, and romantic for the entire family!<br />
<br />Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-27372639466649968482016-01-29T12:26:00.001-06:002016-01-29T12:26:39.559-06:00Be a Beta Get Free Stuff<h3>
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My Paranormal Romance Suspense Novel <i style="font-weight: bold;">Lexi's Run</i> is back from editing and nearly complete. I'm now in the process of rewriting the ending.</div>
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If you are interested in being a beta reader for this work, your efforts will be rewarded.</div>
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Here's what I'm offering:</div>
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<li>A chance to read this completely new, expanded, and revitalized novel before anyone else</li>
<li>A signed copy of the novel when/if goes to print edition</li>
<li>The opportunity to take part in making final tweaks to a story and satisfaction of knowing your opinion is valued</li>
<li>My sincere thanks, gratitude and admiration for your help</li>
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Here's what I'm asking :</div>
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<li>Read the advanced copy of the novel and provide feedback to me on everything from missed grammatical errors to characters you love or hate</li>
<li>Willingness to provide a review for the novel on Amazon when it is published</li>
<li>Consider the opportunity of helping me spread the word of the novel to others that might enjoy this story</li>
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Although much of my work is erotic or may have erotic elements, this novel does not. The story does involve a blossoming relationship between the main characters hampered only by occasional threats to their lives. This story covers the development of a loving, emotional relationship while the development of their physical, sexual relationship will be discovered in other stories.</div>
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So, please, might you consider helping me make this the best story possible? If you are interested, please say so in the comment section below or contact me on my personal or author facebook page.</div>
Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-76001800813270695942016-01-21T05:10:00.001-06:002016-01-21T12:19:07.254-06:00Back From the Nether<h2 style="text-align: center;">
"Hello, It's me. I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet."</h2>
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Lyrics from a popular song seem the best way to begin. I cannot believe how much time has passed since I last posted to this blog. Upon this realization I feared I'd been absent too long. And, in my absence, my readers and fans went elsewhere.</div>
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So, now I begin the journey anew. I will start from the great hole I've put myself into and claw my way upwards. Upwards towards the starry night. Upwards into the cool light of the moon.</div>
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Yes, I have been wandering but not without reason. Along with the writing I like in other genres, I've decided to make my way back to open-door fantasy. So, for those of you who've stayed with me, I thank you and will have more for you to read soon. For those new to my works, hold on--it's getting better and more fantastic, more romantic, more dark, more fueled by sensuous encounters, and even raw, unbridled lust.</div>
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There will be some changes and additions to this web page as well as my presence on other social media. So relax, pour yourself a cup of the blackest tea, and enjoy the ride.</div>
Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-87881087306161811042014-06-07T08:53:00.000-05:002014-06-07T08:53:35.194-05:00Have You Seen My Book Trailer VideoWell, Have you? Just wondering. If not, here's a link. Yes, I know the video is rather old, and it was my first attempt ever at making a book trailer but I still like it. I hope you do too.<br />
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<br />Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-74492477042833953472014-04-22T17:33:00.001-05:002014-04-22T17:33:22.192-05:00Phooey on Revision<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>T</b></span>o offer a revised addition or not, that is the question.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">For the last few months I've been working on revising some of my older stories. Oddly though, the work I was revising (or, attempting to revise) was a work I offer free titled "The Fifth Beauty." Problem is this story has suffered an average three-star rating, and some of the comments for this story are just downright disrespectful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes, I understand that, especially when a work is offered free, many people will download the story and read it without realizing just what kind of story they are reading. It kind of puts me into a fix because I take these reviews seriously. I want everything I offer, whether it is for sale or free, to be the best I can create.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Well, after struggling with the thought of changing the aforementioned story, I finally gave up and said, poo on revising this, or any story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I believe my efforts could be better directed working on new material and making this the best I can. I believe all writers grow and change, and it shows in the stories they write. My writing style has changed but I'm afraid of putting out something new and having it seen as too different or not as good and other material.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This fear causes a kind of paralysis or stagnation in my writing. Of course, I do not want that to happen so this is my mantra from now on. When in doubt, I will just begin writing something new and exciting. I will hope that others will find my stories new and exciting but will write what I want to write without allowing myself to become mired in the sticky goo of trying to achieve mass acceptance.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What do think, readers? If an author you read offers a revised addition to a story, do you give it a read or pass because you've already read the original story? </span>Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-37441611819996599892014-01-05T07:44:00.000-06:002014-01-05T20:07:44.181-06:00Genre Dilemma<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Dear Reader</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I need your help. You see, I've written something that I unable to classify into a specific genre. Is it Romance? Erotica? Maybe you can help me by read this short excerpt and posting your opinion. This is a story I've had on the back burner for quite some time. It is a kind of historical fantasy of sorts. The main character (Lucia) is swept into an underwater cave and knocked unconscious while diving off the coast of Crete. When she awakens, she discovers that she is 'somewhere else.' She is in a land filled with strange characters. One of these characters in particular (Evenor) helps her recover from her injuries (with a troop of servants) and insists she is a future queen preordained by some vision he's had.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Anyway, read the excerpt and tell me your thoughts. Should this be Young Adult? Or, could some of these words be changed to a more "purple" hue and still get the point across?</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Smells
of warm aromatic oils filled my senses. Jasmine, lilac, even menthol tickled my brain as I lay in a dark semi-conscious world. Soft hands gently
caressed my body, gliding smoothly along all contours on a thin liquid ribbon
of warmth. Not just a single pair of hands but several, all in different places
and ever so gentle on my bruised and sensitive skin. One pair of hands glided
over my face and rubbed little circles around my temples. Other sets of hands
caressed and kneaded each arm and leg moving upwards and meeting along my
torso. My body lay flat on a soft surface and the hands continued moving,
caressing, and circling around my breasts in decreasing concentric circles
until reaching the outer regions of my areoles and finally converging on my
stiffening nipples.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></blockquote>
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jerked into complete consciousness at the sensation and looked wildly up at the
blurry figures surrounding me. There were five women standing topless around
me, all dark-skinned and dark-haired. Ornate jewelry around their necks and in
their hair flashed and twinkled as it reflective the light of endless candles
within the tented room. They were rubbing my body with some kind of oils and
taking liberties I wasn’t sure I welcomed. I tried to rise but found my pain
forbid it and I fell flat again. I was on some kind of bed about waist high to
the women and it was covered with a thick blanket of leather or animal skins. I
squirmed about in a pool of the warm oil trying to bring myself to an upright
position again but the women gently guided me back down. Two of the women
parted and a man appeared between them. I recognized the man. He had been the
one on the horse last thing I remembered seeing. He looked down at me with jet
black eyes and matching shoulder-length hair that formed a curtain around the
outline of his thin chiseled face. He said something to me but I could not
understand the language. He spoke with a dialect I had never heard before. He
frowned and looked around at the women surrounding me, saying something quietly
to them. They backed away and he looked back down and stared directly into my
eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></blockquote>
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was so fixed on his dark piercing eyes that I did not even see his lips move
when he spoke. In fact, I wasn’t sure that his lips did move. He quickly
disappeared and was replaced by the five women who continued their massaging.
The woman standing over my head presented a large gold goblet and raised it to
her mouth making drinking gestures. Without waiting for a reply, she gently
lifted my head and tipped the metal cup to my mouth. I drank the liquid. It had
the sweet tang of red wine and it was cold as it glided smooth across my lips
and down my throat. I emptied the goblet and relaxed into the slick warm
surface. The women surrounding me moved in and continued massaging my body as
the wine warmed in my stomach. I could feel my body relaxing as I responded to
the drink. It seemed to relax my body more than normal and I felt like I was
falling slowly. I was barely able to move my arms and legs but still felt every
hand gliding along my skin.<o:p></o:p></span></blockquote>
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Warm soft hands again glided over my oiled body with slick precision.
Caring hands caressed the curve of my neck up to the lobes of my ears. Sensuous
hands traced the curve of my breasts and gently pinched at my nipples making
them rise and harden in response and sending small pulses of pleasure through
me. Wonderful brave hands glided up my legs and ever-so-gently along my inner
thighs. Gentle waves of pleasure accompanied every touch, and my mind drifted
in warmth. I no longer concerned myself with the proprieties of catholic
hetero-sexuality and gave in to the pleasure, trying to hold onto lucid thought
as warmth and pleasant delirium invaded my soul. I thought about what had
happened in the water and where I might be now. I wondered about the
bronze-skinned man who rescued me. I opened my eyes only briefly as the women
wrapped my body in some large leaves that had a slightly pungent smell and
placed small white and blue crystals on my body over the leaves. I felt
tingling energy and warmth in my chest from the crystals through the leaves.
Through the veil of my closed eyelids I painted a palette of soft pinks and
purples as sleep overtook me.</blockquote>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">What are your thoughts?</span>Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-70747944053375954482013-10-20T17:47:00.000-05:002013-11-24T06:57:00.013-06:00Coming Soon<span style="color: black;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">I am pleased</span></strong> to give just a little tease to a new series coming out soon. Here's the concept for the first story, <em><strong>A Feast of Fools</strong></em>.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Keisha Sims has been a very bad girl. So bad, in fact, that she's left a trail of bodies and broken hearts all the way from Montana to Atlanta, Georgia. Leonidas, the pack leader in Ellijay, Georgia, suspects she's on her way to to settle a score.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">He calls on Lexi and Joe to track her down and apprehend, or kill the rogue werewolf if they must. They are not too happy about the task being given to them before they even have time to consummate their union, but it is the job they signed up for as part of the bargain to allow Joe, a feral, to join the pack.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Will Joe and Lexi be able to track her down before she makes it to Ellijay and exacts her revenge? Will they even bother when they find out why she seeks revenge--and that her anger is directed toward Leonidas?</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Stay tuned for a sneak peek at the next book in the series, <em><strong>A feast of Passions</strong></em>.</span>Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-90108826956367775672013-09-19T11:53:00.000-05:002013-09-19T11:53:09.256-05:00Help Make It Free<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>O</strong></span>kay, so I don't normally like to ask favors, but this favor will benefit many.<br />
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As many know, I offer about half my catalog for free. Trouble is, Amazon is being excruciatingly slow at price-matching one of my titles in order to make it free like at all the other channels.<br />
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So, I'm getting on the bull horn, making the call, putting on the bat signal, and asking for your help.<br />
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The title in question is Surrogate, and I would much appreciate it you might consider going to the link to the book's amazon page <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Surrogate-Geil-Clinic-ebook/dp/B008IBDCYY/ref=pd_rhf_se_p_imgnr_1" target="_blank">here</a>, and doing that "report a lower price" thing located about midway through the page.<br />
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If this will help, here are links to the title at other locations:<br />
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<a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/surrogate-ellison-james/1111983500?ean=2940044890657" target="_blank">Barnes and Noble</a><br />
<a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-surrogate-863419-364.html" target="_blank">All Romance ebooks</a><br />
<a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/179583" target="_blank">Smashwords</a><br />
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Please feel free to also use pricing from KOBO, Diesel, or ibooks if you would like.<br />
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Thanks in advance for helping me make this short piece of erotic fiction available to the masses at the greatest price ever-free!Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-8145586379387537272013-08-31T07:53:00.000-05:002013-08-31T07:53:16.204-05:00Many Loves<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>M</strong></span>any cannot imagine being so lucky as to have a secure relationship with a thoughtful, caring, significant other. I, for one, know that this kind of relationship is not a given, and when found, must be nurtured and held on to through individual growth and disagreement.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Now imagine, if you can, having this kind of relationship with two or more thoughtful, caring, significant others. I've thought about this kind of relationship and pondered the possibilities and pitfalls of such an endeavor. Although my personal nature and personality would not bode well in this type of relationship, I know many who feel they would be right at home, and completely satisfied loving more than one and being loved by more than one, in a committed relationship.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">What I'm talking about here is a lifestyle prescribed to by about five percent of our American population -- I'm talking about Polyamory.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Polyamory is a lifestyle choice involving numerous (or endless) loving relationships intertwined within a closed group. This could be just three individuals or more. It can involve any combination of lifestyles including: gay, straight, bi, or even BDSM.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I know what you're thinking. "But, what does this have to do with erotica?" </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Well, it is something that intrigues me as a writer of erotica because of the dynamics of such a relationship. Whether we want to admit it or not, sex, love, and relationships are all intertwined. One often affects another. Yes, I understand that sometimes sex is just about sex but, as many of my readers know, I like to add these elements to my stories for exploration. Okay, so maybe I also like to add shape shifters and other supernatural beings, along with religious twists but hey, it"s all good.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Many, many years ago, I had a friend that confided in me her greatest sexual fantasy. She told me that this act was something she had always wished for, and would bring her sexual fulfillment, but she was afraid to actually make it happen. She thought that once this fantasy came to fruition, she would be left with no other fantasy in her mind. I assured her that, by the time this fantasy was fulfilled, she would already be craving another.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Her fantasy involved multiple partners. I think five was her number -- all men, and all at once.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Anyway, my story idea involves a woman with two men. I want to bring out the element of sexual fulfillment my main character finds in this relationship but also want to express why the character might find personal fulfillment beyond sexual in this style of relationship.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><em><strong>What are your thoughts on this type of relationship?</strong></em></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">In researching this article, I found that most erotica seems to revolve around threesomes with one man and two women. I guess that is the belief held by the populace, or maybe the fantasy held by those reading erotic stories.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">What about a woman involved with two men? I know this is the formulaic 'love triangle' but I would want the relationship to be open. I would imagine though, in real life, there might be conflict arising from such an arrangement.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">If you would like to research this lifestyle, here are a couple of links to get you started:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><a href="http://www.livescience.com/27128-polyamory-myths-debunked.html"><span style="color: black;">http://www.livescience.com/27128-polyamory-myths-debunked.html</span></a></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">What are your thoughts on this? Would you read a story based on this type of relationship, or a story of the formation of this type of relationship? Please tell me your thoughts by commenting below.</span>Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-59500779113605350012013-07-15T07:41:00.002-05:002013-07-15T07:41:19.511-05:00How Do You Like It?When you are reading a story, do you ever notice (on a conscious level) who is talking? If the story is written well, most readers don't even notice who is doing the narrating or telling of the story. If you do notice these things, who do you prefer tells the story.<br />
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I know that most of the time, the story is told through the main character--either through the eyes of that character or a narrator that pulls you into the head of the main character. I've noticed that many stories nowadays are told in first-person with the use the "I" with all events filtered through that person. I've also noticed a trend toward telling the story this way and moving from one character's viewpoint to another at some point in the book. Use of the first-person seems very common in erotica.<br />
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Funny thing, very few of my stories are written in the first-person. If I recall, my Wendy Parker, <strong><em>Sex in Pubic</em></strong> series is the only thing written this way. Of course, for whatever reason, this series remains most popular among my readers. <br />
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I've written another story, <strong><em>Lexi's Run</em></strong> using multiple viewpoints and it seems (through sales, anyway) this the least favorite among my readers. Although this is one of the stories I personally enjoy the most. Of course, this stories lack of popularity could be because this story is not erotic, and it considered romantic suspense with the main character a virgin throughout. But hey, it <em>is</em> paranormal and the main character <em>does</em> end up with a mate of her choosing for life.<br />
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I personally think the reason for the popularity in the use of first-person in erotica is two-fold.<br />
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First, I believe it brings the reader into the main character's head--the reader sees what the character sees and feels what the character feels. Essentially, the reader becomes the main character through intimate identification.<br />
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Second, the nature of much of the erotic story is confessional. Confessional is best read through the person doing the confessing. Think about the popularity of the <strong><em>Shades of Grey</em></strong> series.<br />
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I've come to believe that the popularity of this series is due partly because of the confessional nature of the story. I mean, let's be honest, how many readers actually believe that this virginal college student just happens to meet a billionaire in a hardware store and then almost immediately agrees (by contract, no less) to his odd terms. I know it is a very romantic notion but I suppose, for me, anyway, I cannot be made to believe that this virgin's first time is the best she ever had (well, duh) and that her lover's appendage is now the biggest she's ever seen. Really? How many has she seen at this point? and how does she suddenly come into all this sexual knowledge to become such a sex kitten?<br />
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But I digress.<br />
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How do you prefer a story be told. Are your preferences different between say erotica and fantasy? Paranormal or suspense?<br />
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Or, does it depend entirely on the story being told? What say you?Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-8476892163228774502013-07-04T18:22:00.001-05:002013-07-04T18:22:52.350-05:00Still in the World<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Has it really been that long? Well, I may have disappeared for a time but just wanted all my readers to know I am still here. For the last several months writing has taken a back seat to home repairs and a flurry of summertime activities.<br />
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A storm in spring tore half the roof from my house so that had to be replaced. We are still in the process of having our windows replaced. Our home has a rock face (not a façade, but real rock) so window replacement has taken three visits so far and there will be more after the rain passes.<br />
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Fear not, for I am currently working diligently on my next story. This one promises to be more fantasy and less erotic that what some might have grown familiar with from me. This is a story of love, hate, chance, rescue, faults, and redemption between a 1920's air mail flyer, a forest nymph, and an ogre. Surely not your typical high fantasy but, in true Ellison James fashion, full of paranormal wonder and history in a world made believable on a base of fact.<br />
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So, stay tuned, and for those reading this blog article in America, happy Independence Day!Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-43824363194754887552013-03-24T09:13:00.000-05:002013-03-24T09:14:45.233-05:00Delightful Words<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: black;">A short poem from a good friend of mine, I thought would be nice to share:</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">It starts with a
look, a word, a kiss<br />
The slightest brush of skin.<br />
Desire awakens and surfaces<br />
Grows from deep within<br />
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Stirring of mood and quickening of pulse<br />
She quietly whispers my name.<br />
Deep and guttural needs arise<br />
I struggle now to tame.<br />
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As we plan our brave escape<br />
to this secret; most sacred place<br />
I find my heart within her now<br />
I live within her space.<br />
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Something that she gives me <br />
No one other can<br />
Arousal at her every touch<br />
My heart within her hand.</span></div>
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Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-81975416136006240182013-02-26T06:23:00.001-06:002013-02-26T06:23:11.481-06:00Release Day<span style="color: black;">It's finaly here - Release Day.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">It's official.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Center Stage is now available everywhere (almost.) Find it on:</span><br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Center-Stage-Sex-Public-ebook/dp/B00BK77UG4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1361881051&sr=8-1&keywords=center+stage+ellison+james" target="_blank"><span style="color: black;">Amazon</span></a><span style="color: black;">,</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/center-stage-ellison-james/1114695053?ean=2940016346250" target="_blank"><span style="color: black;">Barnes and Noble</span></a><span style="color: black;">,</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/288165" target="_blank"><span style="color: black;">Smashwords</span></a><span style="color: black;">,</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">or at </span><a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-centerstage-1078974-144.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: black;">All Romance eBooks</span></a><span style="color: black;">. (Shh, still free here for the day, maybe longer.)</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">May be few weeks before it is available at ibooks, Diesel, Kobo, and others.</span>Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-72513181828185513352013-02-24T09:37:00.001-06:002013-03-24T08:57:04.424-05:00Torrent Downloading<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: black;">A few days ago I received an email from google alerts with the keywords "Ellison + James" in the search criteria.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Upon opening the email to view the stats, I learned something new - there is a place where one can download material offered free or otherwise, called Torrent.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Now, it just so happens, the story of mine listed on this site is one I already offer free, so it was no big deal.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">And now for the really weird part -- I wouldn't probably not care if I saw all of my work on this site. Sure, I want to be properly compensated for the work I perform in creating a story, the cost of covers, editing, or whatever other items I must pay for in order to sell my work on the open market, but am unaffected by someone coming into possession of my material unlawfully.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">In fact, the way I look at it, I want to get my books into as many hands as possible. There is always the chance that just a few of those scammers will actually read my material. Still fewer might actually like what they read and want more. If this process gains me just one more fan, I'm happy.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Even if that one fan continues to obtain my work illegally, they might tell one of their friends about my work, and that friend may actually decide to purchase something with real money. So, in the end, a gain for me</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">So, if you've come across my work under whatever means, please do not hesitate to email me and give me your thoughts. Consider my free work payment in advance for the word of mouth advertising you will give me in the future.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Of course, like any other author working hard to protect their intellectual property, I loathe those that take my work and try to resell it, passing it off as their own. Fortunately, I have not personally had such an experience but know some that have.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">One last thing. Okay maybe two. I love to hear from readers, even if they are not completely satisfied with a story (Praise makes me happy but criticism can make me a better writer) so write away. Also, I love to get my stories out there, so if you have purchased something of mine in the past, I would be more than happy to work with you in obtaining (free, if necessary) the rest of my library.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">One last thing. I will post here on 26 February to make the announcement of the official release of my latest story, Center Stage, along with links for purchase everywhere. But, if you look for it at Amazon or Barnes and Noble, or Smashwords, or All Romance eBooks, you might find it now, as they are processing the book as of now.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Thank you</span>Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-91929520154945223302013-02-21T11:43:00.001-06:002013-02-21T11:43:45.086-06:00Shh, It's a Secret<span style="color: black;">I would like to reveal a secret to those few subscribing and/or following my website; I am offering a beta-reader copy of my latest erotic story FREE!</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Just follow this link: </span><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/288165"><span style="color: black;">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/288165</span></a><span style="color: black;"> </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">All I ask in return is that you might consider leaving a review if you liked the story. If you find need for changes that you would like to suggest, please email me.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">This story is not offered for public sale yet so those visiting my page get the first crack at a new 17K word story. Soon, I will add this story together with <strong><em>Window Treatment</em></strong> and <strong><em>All the Right Places</em></strong> to make a trilogy of sorts.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Enjoy.</span>Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-69260637172702944312013-02-05T14:57:00.000-06:002013-02-05T14:59:03.740-06:00Tonight<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: black;">On Valentine's day she thinks to herself as she runs the washcloth across the evening dishes. The late sun streams into the window at a low angle, stinging her sore and tired eyes. She thinks of what she might have said, what she might have written if she'd just taken the time to think things through before slamming the door in his face.</span><br />
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<em><span style="color: black;">If we could just start over tonight</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">Without the arguments, without the fights.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">I'd be yours and you, mine</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">Our love stretching beyond the end of time.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">I know that your out there now, somewhere all alone</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">Is there some way you'd just sense my thoughts and come home?</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">Oh how I long to feel you again, with me, on me and in me.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">I remember we were good together, weren't we?</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">Please come back to me and spend the night</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">If you give me the chance, I'll make things right.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">If we could just start over tonight</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: black;">Without the arguments, without the fights.</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The sound of the door latch startled her and she turned. He was there, on his knees, flowers in his hand and tears in his eyes. He stood and they embraced. Her body became light, as if she was suddenly free of a great weight. In that embrace, she knew she was forgiven, and she was loved unconditionally.</span></div>
Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-29647757874652215222013-01-30T10:49:00.000-06:002013-02-18T14:05:15.795-06:00How Sexy is That<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: black;">It seems these days that the lines of demarcation between romance and porn are blurring. Since I write across the board, not paying attention specifically to what level of intimacy my stories will express, I have the advantage of tiptoeing back and forth across these lines.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">This is one of the aspects of being an independent author that I enjoy most. Sure, I must forfeit some sales and notoriety, but I get to experience the freedom to write what I like - and what I like changes from time to time.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">But, you might ask, where are the clear distinctions between romance, romantica, erotic romance, and erotica?</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Truth is, I don't personally think there are clear distinctions ... anymore.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">A great recent example of this can be found in the recent phenomenon called <strong><em>Fifty Shades of Grey</em></strong>.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I remember clearly, the first headlines about this best-selling series. They said things like: <em>Bringing the erotic genre to the mainstream, The newest mommy porn.</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">There were many more, I'm sure, but none of them stand out in my memory.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">But, a strange thing happened as this series gained popularity with the general buying public ... it moved from the erotic category at Amazon to the romance category. Strange how popularity affects what genre a story falls into. This series, once seen as an underground success, is now sold in places that state they abhor erotica like Target stores. Why? Because there is money to be made in an otherwise starving platform.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Some of the romance stories on the market today would have been labeled as erotica or even pornography just a few years ago. On the other hand, there have been some works seen as literary art, such as the Vladimir Nobokov classic, <em><strong>Lolita</strong></em>. I've written about this story before and still believe that, if put before a publisher today, would be seen as bordering on the sanctioning of statutory rape and rejected. Instead, it was listed by Time magazine as one of the 100 greatest literary works in history.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I personally feel that a story could fall into all of these genres within the span of romance at one time. Of course, it should be clear that one cannot have erotic romance or erotica without the sexual element being the main thrust (pun intended) of the story.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I also understand that there are those that simply do not want sex in their romance story, or do want to buy erotica for the sexual element only to find out it is mostly some mushy romance. While I do not personally pay any attention to, or even care about genre when I am writing a story, I do try hard to properly classify the story after it is complete. So in order to explain this method of classification (kind of) I'll use my own body of work, which, by the way, is for sale at all major retailers.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I'll start with my most recent work, <em><strong>Lexi's Run</strong></em>. I would classify this story as purely romance, albeit paranormal romantic suspense. This story is all about the development of the relationship between Alexis and Joseph. Sure, this story runs along the backdrop of hiding from a powerful man hellbent on making Alexis pay for rejecting him, running from, and then, taking down a major crime ring, and, of course, turning your love interest into a werewolf so you can be together (although this is not done on purpose) all without expressing, overtly, the sexual relationship between the two main characters. Was there sexual tension? I certainly hope so, but when all the problems are solved and the main characters finally have the chance to fully develop their relationship, Lexi is still a virgin. How's that for romance without the sexual element.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Now, going back to the novel that took place before this one, <em><strong>Lovestruck Succubus</strong></em>, it's all about the sex, at least at first. Hey what can I say, Azra, the main character of this story, must have sex to survive. Sure, she'd love to have a relationship like all those mortals do, but her demon physiology just can't handle it. That is, until she has a run in with Raif, then the story takes a turn toward romance. I would classify this story as romantica or erotic romance. My full description is: paranormal erotic romantic suspense.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Next is the sex in public series, <em><strong>Window Treatment</strong></em> and <em><strong>All the Right Places</strong></em>. This storyline follows our main character, Wendy Parker through self discovery. From a simple mistaken peek into someone elses apartment, she is brought into the world of voyeurism and exhibitionism. So, this series is themed on sexual discovery, but running right behind the main theme is her relationship with Rick, her boyfriend. First she simply draws into her new discovery but at all times, running in the background, is their growing relationship, which culminates in a marriage proposal in the second story. In the upcoming story, <strong><em>Center Stage</em></strong>, Wendy takes a step into uncharted territory and promises to amaze all the readers of the first two stories with just how far she's willing to go.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Believe it or not, this story was hard to classify. I list it as erotica, but I think it could fit reasonably well in erotic romance.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I think, in the end though, one must decide on their own, just what type of stories they are comfortable reading, and never judge an author by just one story because they may be, like me, an author that writes among more than one genre.</span>Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-16782748856754785552013-01-05T08:35:00.001-06:002013-01-23T20:47:26.777-06:00A Little Taste<span style="color: black;">I wanted to start the new year with a taste of what's to come in the near future.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">For those of you waiting patiently for the next installment in the Immortal Desires series, <em><strong>Demon Among Wolves</strong></em>, I'm currently working on this story and the next. I've struggled with this next story because it will prove to be a turning point in which the entire focus of the story will change. Some Characters will die while others are introduced, and the real main character to the series will be introduced.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Anyway, I continue to write short, fun stories full of intrigue and sensual naughtiness. Soon I will be finishing the next installment in the popular storyline of Wendy Parker -- exhibitionist, voyeur, and fiance' to Rick. Here's an excerpt from the story. This is an excerpt from the upcoming story, <strong><em>Center Stage</em></strong>. Enjoy:</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Trip and Fiona led us to our seats. I felt like we were in a
grand processional with Trip in front of us and Fiona pushing us along from
behind. Aside from the ushering, our seats were wonderful--right up in the
front row and center stage. The theater buzzed with a kind of hushed expectancy
as if all the patrons knew that something exciting was about to begin. I
wondered if all the couples were given special invitations, or if there was
some other means of gaining access to whatever event was going to take place
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<span style="color: black;"><em>The event started with all the fanfare and hoopla of a
circus. A tall muscular man moved forward as the curtain opened. He wore an
elaborate mask with long feathers curling over the top of his head, and a long
beak nose extending in front. Other than his mask, he wore no clothing except
for a small g-string that looked like it was made for a woman. The small pouch
in front barely covered an enormous bulge. It could have been the minuscule
amount of fabric covering him but he appeared extremely well-endowed--more than
extreme--his size was such that he might have been best suited for a carnival,
or side show. It suddenly occurred to me that this was going to be a grand
exhibition, and I settled into my seat for something I knew I was going to
enjoy.</em></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><em>The first act was a woman contortionist. She bent and
stretched in unnatural but sensual ways that seemed to defy the limits of the
human body. Another woman joined her, performing some kind of sensual Eastern
style dance as the contortionist moved into the background and disappeared
behind the curtain. Shortly thereafter, a man joined the woman in her dance.
She was wearing a dress made of loose-fitting satin and sheer material, while
the man wore loose pants and a vest. Their costumes made them appear almost
like an Eastern Indian prince and princess. The couple joined in an embrace,
and as they spun away, the man held a piece of the woman's dress. It unraveled
as she turned until the remaining fabric fell from her body, leaving her
completely naked on the stage. They danced around each other in a kind of
mating dance one might see from birds, and on the next pass, the woman pulled
the vest from the man's shoulders. When they again embraced and broke away, the
woman carried with her, the man's pants. They must have been held to him with Velcro.
Their dance continued, both of them now naked, until it evolved into a series
of embraces and movements in which the man lifted the woman or she slid around
him in some provocative manner.</em></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Just as the act was ending, Trip and Fiona got up from their
seats in unison. Trip whispered, "we'll be right back" as he passed
in front of us. I wondered where they were going, hoping they weren't leaving
us alone in this theater full of strangers. I looked around and saw most of the
other couples getting very comfortable with each other. Although I would never
admit it out loud, I'd secretly wished I was one of those acts up on the stage.
Rick and I could sure find a way to entertain the audience.</em></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><em>Rick whispered, "look, the next act is starting," and caught my
attention by placing his hand on my knee and moving it
ever-so-cautiously upwards until he reached the hem of my short skirt.</em></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><em>A little shiver climbed up my spine and I mentally dared him
to continue moving his hand up my thigh. Sadly, he didn't bite. He was preoccupied
with the stage. A series of long ropes of fabric were lowering from the
ceiling, and music began pumping through unseen speakers. It was the kind of
music one might expect to hear in a strip club while men threw money at a woman
climbing seductively up and down a brass pole. After the fabric stopped moving,
falling into place a mere foot or two above the floor, a woman appeared through
the curtains at the back of the stage. The woman was completely naked except
for ballet shoes and a ribbon to hold her hair up. Her body was sleek and
toned, and she moved onto the stage with a grace found only in well-seasoned
dancers. I was drawn to the fluid motion of her tight muscular body as she
wrapped her arms around both lengths of fabric and easily hoisted herself off
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<span style="color: black;"><em>I felt Rick's hand slowly inching up my thigh as the truly
talented woman on stage managed to get her legs wrapped around the sheets of
fabric and perform the splits, exposing the entire audience to all her frontal
assets. Although I would never admit it if asked, I found her not only talented
in a physical sense, but quite sensual and artistic in her fluid movements
along those threads of fabric. She slid slowly down the long sheets of fabric
as the lights in the theater dimmed. Darkness enveloped the entire space as she
touched the floor, and after she left the stage, a spotlight turned onto the
curtains. I am still to this day not sure, but I think that when the curtain
opened, my jaw actually dropped.</em></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">For those that may not have read the previous exploits of Wendy Parker, I will tell you that her adventure started not so long ago with a mistaken peek into someone else's apartment. Her decisions and actions led her into the exhibitionist and voyeuristic lifestyle. She soon drew her boyfriend, Rick into her activities. In her second story, Wendy continues her practices on a business trip to Seoul, South Korea, bringing Rick along, where her trip ends with a proposal of marriage.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><em><strong>Center Stage</strong></em> may be the last in this short series but fear not, there are others in the works.</span>Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-52256849211726720902012-12-16T08:07:00.000-06:002012-12-16T08:07:51.438-06:00Just wanted to post this to wish all my friends and readers a wonderful holiday season and a prosperous new year. Maybe this photo is a hint of something that may be published later this month.<br />
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The best to all of you.Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-55016500695585966312012-11-03T15:51:00.000-05:002012-11-03T15:51:04.900-05:00We have a winner!Just wanted to post this short note to announce a winner from those leaving messages while I participated in the Wicked After Dark blog hop.<br />
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The winner, drawn randomly from a hat filled with other names of participants is:<br />
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Brandi Slater<br />
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I've sent Brandi an email but just in case she (you) did not receive it, I am also announcing it here.<br />
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I will be sending Brandi a paperback copy of my first novel if she chooses. Ah what the hell, I'll go ahead and send her the second novel as well.<br />
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In the spirit of the season, I would also like to extend a free ebook copy of <strong><em>Lovestruck Succubus</em></strong> and <strong><em>Lexi's Run</em></strong> to all those that left a message on my websit during this event. To claim your prizes, simply write me a short email - <em>author dot ellison dot james at gmail dot com</em> - and let me know if you would like your ebook copies in PDF, kindle, or nook format.Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-15142559779006524402012-10-23T22:48:00.001-05:002012-11-02T12:26:59.038-05:00Wicked After Dark Blog Hop<span style="color: black;">For those of you visiting my website for the first time during this hop, some introductions are in order.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I am Ellison James and I write paranormal romance, paranormal romantic suspense, paranormal erotica, and general erotica. Whew, that was a mouthful. Some of you may be familiar with my titles including my first novel, <em>Lovestruck Succubus</em> - A story about a demon succubus who wants nothing more than to find love. Not just any love but true love, everlasting love, the kind of love she'd only seen in mortals. Trouble is, every time she tries to love a man, she succumbs to her needs ... and kills the man she's with. She thinks she is doomed to an eternity full of struggle between her desires and needs until she meets the one man able to survive her kind of love but he brings problems that threaten her very existence.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Anyway, that was my first novel, and I must say, it is not for the squeamish or one that is easily embarrassed if caught reading a particularly spicy part of the story in, oh ... let's say ... a doctor's office. I also have a sort of paranormal short erotic piece I wrote for a branded series called The <em>Cusp of Libra</em>. This book is free through Smashwords. Some of my bestselling contemporary fiction is a series I write about exhibitionism and voyeurism. In these stories, Wendy Parker discovers a new passion for what some might call 'performance' sex after watching her neighbors make love through her living room window--and getting caught.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">My most recent novel is called <em>Lexi's Run</em>. Alexis is a werewolf princess who refuses to give in to her parents plans to have her mated with the son of the current pack Alpha. She runs away from her small town of Ellijay, Georgia and hops a bus to Atlanta only to fall asleep and wake up in Montgomery, Alabama. While hiding out in Montgomery, she manages to find more trouble than she would have had if she'd stayed in her small town. In the end though, she finds her true mate, catches some bad guys and saves the day.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">But I'm sure you're not here reading this for a list of my work. I'm hoping you are participating in this hop for entertainment and enlightenment. So, here goes.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I thought since Halloween is fast approaching, I would ask the question: What is it that people find so intriguing about Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, Faeries, and even Mer-folks? My short answer is, intrigue. The long answer could go on forever, But I'll try to sum it up in just a few short sentences.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I think that what some find so intriguing about romantic or erotic stories of the paranormal is the ability to delve into unknown and unfamiliar worlds. In these worlds, we get to make up our own rules and, in some cases, can live on forever. This means that everything in the relationship is more intense. The sex is more intense, the love lasts for eternity, and the danger is often right there standing in your front door with an ax in its hand. This danger is especially intense when the main character of the story is a mere mortal and lacks all those special abilities writers like to imbue into there paranormal characters. Sometimes, if the main character is not mortal, they are made to suffer in some way for their immortality.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Here's an example of this struggle from my first novel, <em>Lovestruck Succubus</em>.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;">She felt the rush of energy through her body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It started from deep within her, and emanated in all directions in waves of heat and electricity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pain and pleasure mixed in a borderless realm without thought or control.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every movement was too much but she could not stop herself from moving, thrusting, and gyrating for more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Energy left Jerry's body from everywhere. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It hung in a cloud tingling her skin to the point of stinging, but pleasurable, as her body absorbed it all.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">She slowly regained control of her own movement as the cloud dissipated and her waves of orgasm subsided.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was frozen in place, every movement too intense, and every inch of her body too sensitive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jerry had fallen silent and she knew he was gone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She pulled off him, avoiding eye contact, and slid down off the bed.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">After cleaning up in the bathroom, she slid her panties back on and smoothed her dress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She felt a flood of conflicting emotions surfacing and she took some deep breaths to stave them off.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">She stood at the side of the bed and looked at Jerry, his body now just a shell, his lifeless eyes glazed over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They seemed focused on nothing, on some endless distance overhead.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dull eyes set in pale orbs, surrounded by flimsy ashen skin—a death mask.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The room was silent, not even the sounds of the city below permeated the quiet, as if the world paid homage to the recently departed.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Why can't I make this work? </i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Can I not learn to survive without this?</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;">Azra thought about Tarmin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Learn to love within your own kind," He had said to her so many times.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;">But, she could never be satisfied with his version of love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She needed this intimacy, this sex with mortal men for her very survival.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If she could find a man to love her without sex, she would gladly accept her fate and perish, if only she could gain some control of her base need.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Between survival and love, her instinct simply moved her to survival.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finally, at an emotional impasse, she looked at Jerry one last time.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;">"Goodbye Jerry," she said aloud, as tears tracked down her cheeks.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: #00FF;">Emotions flooded her soul.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Depression and self-hatred once again stabbed through the cloud of euphoria, staining her heart with darkness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She ran out of the room and down the stairs to avoid showing her tear-soaked face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She left the hotel promising herself she would never return—and never fall prey to her silly thoughts of finding mortal love again.</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: #00FF;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: #00FF;">I certainly hope this provided an example of the kind of struggle that can be found in the paranormal. Since I spent so much time talking about my first novel, I would like to offer a signed copy of Lovestruck Succubus, chosen randomly from those leaving comments on this post. So, just leave a comment on this post for a chance of receiving a free copy of my first novel in paperback form (or ebook, if you prefer) sent to you home or reading device.</span>Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-32477681787201884792012-10-13T08:43:00.000-05:002012-10-13T09:08:03.891-05:00Beginnings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I offer this for your perusal and opinion. I will be publishing another work of short erotic fiction soon. The story is a continuation of my Sex in Public series. This series has become quite popular for reasons unknown to me. Well, I guess one reason is that it explores the world of exhibitionism and voyeurism. I try to get into the mind of my main character, Wendy Parker, as she embarks on a new experience, and grows increasingly dependent upon the rush of adrenaline, the excitement of risk and exposure that comes with engaging in sex in clear view of others or in public places.<br />
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Presented here is the draft for the first scene in the story I've tentatively named <strong><em>Center Stage</em></strong>. In this story, Wendy will take her experiences to a new level. Sure, she's already enjoyed engaging in a kind of competitive sex dual with the couple across the street but now she will be presented the opportunity to actually participate in sex for the entertainment of others. I've done some research on this and found the activity does exist.<br />
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Anyway, please read if you would like and do not hesitate to give me your thoughts; good, bad, or other than beautiful. Also, for those interested, I will be giving those on my mailing list a free copy of this when it is published.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"All
the world's indeed a stage, and we are merely players, performers and
portrayers. Each another's audience outside the gilded cage."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">~Rush,
Moving Pictures</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">My
body stiffened from the jarring noise of the door buzzer--something I was not
used to hearing, especially now that Rick was living with me. Even more
bothersome to me was that someone was actually standing outside our door at
such a late hour. Rick was startled too, his hand coming to a sudden stop just
over the inside curve of my lower back. I gave him a couple of knowing pats on
his shoulder and he withdrew from me with a sigh. I looked to the lighted
apartment window across the street and saw Trip Tanner and his wife, who's name
I still did not know, had stopped their lovemaking, probably wondering why we
had stopped our own exhibitionist show.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">"Just
a minute," I yelled toward the door, as I slid off the back of the couch,
my core already feeling cold and wanting of Rick's marvelous lips and tongue.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">I
grabbed my robe off the floor, glancing at our wall clock as I threw the robe
around me and cinched it closed. It was nearly midnight and again I wondered
why the hell someone was buzzing my door at such a late hour.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">"Who
is it?" I reached for the locks but held back, waiting for a response.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">"Courier
service, ma'am," sounded from the other side of the door.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">I
opened the door to find a young dark-haired man holding a rectangular box in
one hand and an electronic signature board in the other. He thrust the box and
the signature board to me at the same time, while mumbling "sign for the
package ma'am." and staring at my breasts so hard I had to check to make
sure my robe was closed. Rick slid in beside me, squeezing through the door
frame to take the box, then disappearing again as he brought it into the
apartment. The young courier broke from his stare and looked up at me. His eyes
flashed disappointment, probably because I wasn't alone, and then sank back down
to my chest again. The courier pulled a little plastic stylus from the side of
the board and I signed for the box in an area too small to make my signature
look anything but childish. When I was finished, he took the board from me,
haphazardly throwing it under his arm, while cranking his stare up my eyes
again. This time his eyes reflected impatient waiting.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">"I
don't have any money on me for a tip," I patted my bathrobe as if checking
for hidden pockets full of money, immediately embarrassed at my own gesture.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">He
said nothing, only returning his gaze at my chest and shifting on his feet.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">"Maybe
this will suffice for a tip," I said, as I pulled the collar of my robe
apart, slowly revealing my breasts to the courier. I felt a smile spread across
my face, and a devious thrill raised the hair on my arms and pinched my nipples
tight. I caught a glimpse of the young man's mouth falling open as I turned,
allowing my robe to fall as the door eased shut behind me. As soon as I heard
the click of the door closing, I scooped up my robe, nearly running to the
kitchen table where Rick waited to open the mysterious box.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">The
box was a standard cardboard affair, brown paper wet and stick tape holding it
closed. Rick pulled the tape free and opened the box. inside was another box
but not of cardboard. This box was made of dark wood with a solid clasp on the
front and two brass hinges on the back. It was the size of a large shoebox.
Together, we swatted the cardboard box away and gently placed the wooden box in
its place on the table. I rubbed my hands together at the anticipation of what
might be inside the box. I could tell Rick was excited too by the way his
tongue slipped out the side of his mouth and he held it in place with his
teeth. The wooden box was stained dark with ancient-looking carvings on every
side. There was no note or return address from the cardboard box. I began to
wonder who sent the box, and why. Was this some kind of cruel joke, or an
anonymous gift from some unknown past acquaintance?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">Rick
placed the wooden box ceremoniously on the table and unfastened the clasp,
while I squeezed in beside him and wrapped my arms around his waist. My body
warmed to a tingle with the thought of what might be inside the box. I was
strangely excited, my skin bristling with nervous anticipation. I certainly was
not expecting such a delivery, and I could not help but wonder if Rick's
reaction was just part of some devious plan he'd conjured up--some surprise he
planned. He'd already proven his ability to plan surprises of epic proportion
with his proposal in Seoul. Now, the suspense and wonder had me standing on my
toes until they cramped, and squeezing my arms around Rick so tight it had to
be hurting him. He gave not indication of pain, only smiling at me as he opened
the clasp, deliberate and painfully slow, to reveal the contents inside.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">Inside
the box was a simple envelope seated inside an elaborate frame atop a false
bottom. On the envelope in gold was the word "Invitation" handwritten
in a fancy script style.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">"Do
you know anything about this?" I gave Rick a probing look, knowing that I
would see through him if he was keeping something from me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">He
looked directly at me and said, "I know nothing of this. I'm as surprise
as you."<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">His
look and demeanor did not falter. I knew he was telling the truth. One thing
I'd learned about Rick through our relationship was that he was too proud to
properly hide his sly smile when he was trying to surprise me. I took the
envelop from the box and turned it over. It actually had a wax seal hold the
flap closed. Till then, I'd only seen an envelope sealed with wax, like in the
movies. I broke the seal, opened the flap, and pulled the folded weighty paper
out. On the paper was written:</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">
<i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">An
invitation from a friend.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Accept,
and intrigue will soon begin.</span></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"></span></i><i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">So,
join us on the morrow's night,<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">and
immerse yourself in voyeur's delight.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">From
this, you'll find your only sin<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">is
wishing it would never end.</span></i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">Under
the poem was an address and instructions stating that the masks must be worn
throughout the night's events. Masks? I ripped at the false bottom of the fancy
wooden box, pulling it away to reveal two stunning masquerade masks. They were
both simple but elegant. They did not have brash feathering or long beakish
noses. Instead they were both tasteful, with golden piping around the edges and
eloquent scrolling. I felt Rick's hand moving down my side, over the curve of my
hips before circling my ass and squeezing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">"Should
we go?" He asked, as if he didn't already know the answer.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">"Of
course we'll go." I turned and brought my hands up to his broad shoulders.
"Sounds exciting, doesn't it?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">"Yes,
I'm excited." a smile worked its way across his face and his eyes flashed
devious. "Can't you tell?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">I
could tell. I felt his hardness pressing against my stomach through my robe as
he pulled me into him. I had a devious thought of my own, and pulled away from
him, searching his eyes for sign of agreement before continuing with my request.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">"Let's
put on the masks." I watched as his smile stretched further and he moved
his head slowly in affirmation.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">We
grabbed the masks out of the box, nearly running as we headed to our bedroom.</span></span><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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So, please tell me what you think of this opening. Does it pique your interest? is it sexy enough? Can you understand the characters even if you had not read the first two stories? Again, I'll provide this story free to those on my mailing list for those interested. Thank you.Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206158635829845099.post-54262632220086179442012-10-07T07:58:00.000-05:002012-10-07T07:59:42.960-05:00A Novel AdventureYesterday, I attended my first author event. I was pleasantly surprised of the outcome.<br />
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You see, this was not the standard event where the author goes to some book store loaded with books and giveaway items hoping to snare passersby, it was something altogether different. Yesterday I set up a table at a local flea market.<br />
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I know, it seems strange and counter intuitive to do such a thing but I was quite surprised at the results. I sold more books than expected and most of all, met many new friends-wonderful people, some aspiring authors.<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xx-T-J-8iZI/UHF8LYTRCiI/AAAAAAAAARI/lbQ5Tl5dHKY/s1600/bookmark_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xx-T-J-8iZI/UHF8LYTRCiI/AAAAAAAAARI/lbQ5Tl5dHKY/s400/bookmark_web.jpg" width="132" /></a>I was offered this opportunity by a friend of mine who attends this event on the first weekend of each month with their father who sells tools. Yes, I had my little table set up next to some guy hawking tools at a flea market. But I didn't go for the hard sell, instead, I simply drew passersby to my table with the offer of free mints and a free bookmark. Once they approached my little table, I would start with "my latest story takes place right here in Montgomery, Alabama." We were set up in a nearby city so that piqued the interest of many. From there, I simply answered their questions and asked questions of my own. I was surprised with how many people actually decided to buy a book but even more surprised with the number of people changed their minds after I mentioned the last little fact that the main character just happens to be a shape shifting werewolf.<br />
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Surprisingly, that was the clincher that sealed the deal for many.<br />
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They would respond with something like, "Oh, that's what I like to read" before offering up the names of all the authors they read in the genre. <br />
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But the most surprising of all was that I sold nearly as many copies of my first novel, Lovestruck Succubus when I did not even have it displayed on the table. You see, since I live in the South, and many outwardly shun the possibility of what they consider "ungodly" books, I kept those books in a cardboard box and displayed an alternate cover on my poster.<br />
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When people asked, "is Lexi's Run part of a series?" I would say "why yes, and I have some with me, but I can't display them because this book is very adult in nature." I could see their eyes bloom with that statement and, more often than not, they immediately wanted a copy.<br />
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I must say though, that I learned much from this event. I discovered the importance of offering something, like free bookmarks, to get people to your table. I discovered that more books are sold by simply engaging those you meet in meaningful conversation rather than pushing your products on them. Most of all, I feel I met many new friends throughout the day and I'm thankful for each and every one of them.<br />
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I keep going back to the bookmarks and I must express that these were not professionally made. I simply created them on photoshop and took that graphic to my local store to have two bookmarks printed on a sheet of 4X6 photo paper. I cut them in half and, viola, I had over a hundred bookmarks. The back of the bookmarks were blank whit paper and I used that to practice signing my name while waiting for potential customers to stroll by. Not only were people impressed that I gave them a signed bookmark and signed copies of my books, it also helped me add flair to my author signature. Because, let's face it, if it weren't for mechanical or electronic writing machines, my handwriting would be virtually unreadable.<br />
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For those customers and new friends that approached my table, I thank you. For those other authors that either are considering something like this or simply shun the thought as beneath the dignity of an author to sell their books at a flea market, I say just give it a try. Besides, it's not just about selling stories, it's about meeting the people who read your work. I am proud to say that not one of the people buying books at my table yesterday knew who I was even though I am local-now they do.Ellison Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17245256068883384084noreply@blogger.com5