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Coming Soon: A Pre-Date Encounter! (COVER REVEAL & TEASER)

Published December 2, 2012 by ellenheights


Yes, yes, generic short story cover – but it’s for A Pre-Date Encounter!! Watch out for this baby coming out in January.

I may be hosting a couple of give-aways soon, so stay t00ned! 😉

















Copyright Ellen Heights 2012, all rights reserved, Silver Publishing inc

Oh God, oh God. Now I’d gone and done it. I’d unconsciously invited him into my cubicle and now he must be thinking I was some sort of slut. All right, I had intended to lead him on a little, but not like that.

Or had I? Had that been my intention, deep down? Had the mysterious woman who’d taken up residence inside me changed my mind as well as my voice?

I decided it was the dress’s fault. With the zip still undone, I advanced to the curtain with the intention of apologising, or excusing myself, or something. Anything. It might have meant the end of our date before it had even started, but it was better than nothing. Why hadn’t I gotten the hang of this stuff yet?

I was reaching for the curtain when it suddenly opened. He stepped in and closed it behind him.

I stared up at him, smelling his cologne, breathing in his scent. That look was still in his eyes, and I was still in my dress. . Breathe, just breathe.

I’d opened my lips to speak, with no idea what I was going to say, when he grabbed me by the hips and kissed me.

Just like I’d dreamed, his stubble rasped against my skin, and his hands were warm and his lips strong and moist. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his neck and delved in, my tongue sliding softly against his, my hands running through his hair.

I didn’t register what was happening, and I didn’t want to. I just wanted to keep feeling the way I was, my whole body exploding, my pussy moistening at the very touch of him. I didn’t even think of Roxanne catching us in this dressing room, fumbling around inside the only cubicle with its curtain closed. Someone only needed to enter the room and hear us…

Forget about it. Enjoy the moment.

He breathed heavily through his nose, and his kiss became more passionate. He slipped a hand inside my dress and touched my skin, the small of my back, the swell of my buttocks. He pulled his hand out and hoisted the dress up onto my hips, feeling all over me with his large, wandering hands. All the while he was kissing me with those strong, strong lips.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” I whispered when we came up for air. I felt like I had to say something; this was completely crazy. But that wasn’t what I wanted, and my whole body was screaming that fact. He paused, holding me close to him, waiting for me to decide. I kissed him again. “Don’t stop,” I said.

He carried on kissing me, groping me, feeling me all over. At some point he slid down my knickers and they dropped to the floor. Now he had free rein of my lower body, and his hands explored all over…   ~

(Ellen Heights: A Pre-Date Encounter, Silver Publishing)


Cover Reveal: Three Men and a Christmas Goddess from Silver Publishing!

Published October 15, 2012 by ellenheights

Yippeee! So Silver Publishing’s Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow will be releasing my story over the Christmas period. This is the cover artwork, which I believe is the same for every story, except of course the title and story type as described on the adorable little tag up top!

It’s uber cute! Much better than my unofficial covers, though I do love doing those – I just can’t resist. ^_-

And Sold to Silver Publishing!

Published October 9, 2012 by ellenheights

So you can already expect A Pre-date Encounter in January 2013, but now I’ve got something for you a little earlier!

My Christmas story, Three Men and a Christmas Goddess will be out in December for Silver Publishing’s Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow releases.


I hope you’re all looking forward to some XMAS erotica!


REVIEW: Hot Moon Rising by Desiree Holt (Ellora’s cave freebie)

Published August 5, 2012 by ellenheights

I’ve been enjoying Shapeshifters since I discovered HBO’S Trueblood and following that Charlaine Harris’ Southern Vampire Series (the books Trueblood is based on). Although I’m aware that her work is probably derivative of legions upon legions of Shapeshifter erotica and romance books long before hers broke into mainstream publishing, I still get that exciting Trueblood feel from paranormal stuff like this. It’s a great feeling!

I especially love anything involving characters from the southern states of America. I’ve never been there (though I have family living in Texas) but I’ve always had this burning desire to go, especially when that whole region sounds so…Rustic and exciting in the books.

I know, I know. Probably wishful thinking…But that’s not what the authors say! Desiree Holt, for example, says in the back of this short story that Texas inspires everything she writes. Does that mean sexy southern Sam-Merlotte-esque shifters are real? Pleeeeease?

Anyway, on to the review!

I really enjoyed this little freebie from the Naughty Nooners selection. The story was linear and simple, and the hero is a definite hunk – to use Trueblood as an example, think Aclide Hervaux. Yep. Mmmhm. I particularly enjoyed the whole voyeurism aspect, which also gave me the impression that this story was targeted at men as much as women. Men love watching sexy ladies, don’t they? (psst, we love watching sexy men! You know, in a clean, breaking-no-laws kind of way)

Liane and Charlie give in to their natural urges in a delightfully wolfy way under the moonlight on her back porch, where they discover that they’re in fact in love with one another. N’aw!

Here’s the blurb:

In Line of Sight, Charlie Aquino had trouble believing his partner, Jesse Farrell, fell in love with a shapeshifter. Now he’s drawn to one himself, Liane Cosa, a woman who makes his blood boil, his body hard, and erotic images scream in his brain. One hot night, beneath a full moon, they finally come together, indulging themselves in an orgy of unbridled lust where anything goes. But what will happen when the moon finally sets and daylight creeps up on them? (Desiree Holt)

I didn’t realize this, but it looks like this is part of some kind of mini series, or at least the stories are linked. I really like that as a concept, because erotic romance – or “Romantica” as EC calls it- lends itself so well to the short story form.

Regrettably, there were a few editing issues. They didn’t spoil the story, but I did find them a little jarring. There are many instances, particularly around the sex scenes, when words get very repetitious in the same sentences/paragraphs. As a writer, I understand that this kind of thing happens, but you’ve got to fish these naughty little words out!

The other problem was a few typos, or misspellings, such as “She through her arms around…” as opposed to “threw”. Again, these are innocent enough, but issues with editing can potentially spoil the story.

HAVING SAID THAT – This was a free read! So you know, it’s all give and take.

I thought Hot Moon Rising was a lot of fun. Hey, if it can remind me so much of one of my favourite TV shows (and I watch a LOT of TV!) then it has to be on to a winner, no?

Enjoy some wolfy-love under the moon HERE! 

*I have two more EC freebie stories to review, so check back!

Literary Fumbles and Queer Awakenings: Is Erotica Enough?

Published July 24, 2012 by ellenheights

I first read about lesbian romance when The Night Watch by Sarah Waters came up on our reading list. It was my first year of university, studying English Literature and Creative Writing (later I switched to full creative writing, knowing that’s where my passion was) and I’d never heard of mizz Waters before. I certainly hadn’t read historical fiction before, either, resolving that life was too short for extended history lessons. How wrong I was!

I was absolutely blown out of my frumpy pink slippers by this novel, and when I wrote my essay all I could think about was how beautiful those characters were. Not just that, but how awesome lesbian romance is, especially in a WWII setting, with the whole “we can do it!” thing.

There were androgynous characters, closet characters, gay guys, heterosexual affairs, the lot – and it was all so…Classy. Poignant. I fell utterly in love with the story, the plot, the people – and the action.

I’d never read lesbian sex scenes before, but Sarah Waters has a real knack for it. IRL, Sarah is a lesbian and a feminist, and she became most popular with her first novel Tipping The Velvet which the BBC later adapted for the screen.

After reading The Night Watch I swiftly moved on to Tipping The Velvet, and guess what? I loved this one even more. BDSM, Drag-queenery, more androgyny, feminism, activism, prostitution…It was all there, and I admired this woman so damn much for making it so accessible. So academic. Such a modern take on historical fiction, and with a cover I could take on the train without going pillar-box red with shame to boot.

Soon, I read all of Sarah’s books, and they’ve got a special place in my heart and on my bookshelf. It’s because of Sarah that I first dove into writing erotic romance, with my story Madeline in the anthology Girls Who Bite.

It was such an enjoyable experience that I’ve found myself coming back to romance and erotica, and apparently, I’m still good at it. Honestly, I thank Sarah Waters for this – her poetic love scenes taught me well, and inspired me even…Weller.

However, after writing that purely-erotica/sexual awakening story last night, I wondered whether stories like that are enough for me. I mean sure, they’re fun to write and better to read, but what about the characters? Don’t they lack a little depth if all we’re talking about is exterior stimulation, or is it the stimulation of both body and soul that brings depth to it in the first place? I hope that by writing erotica I’m not tossing away my love of character journeys and soul-searching, whether that involves sex or not.

That’s why I enjoyed Sarah Waters’ novels, after all. It was for the whole package, no pun intended. With short stories, however, I guess it’s different: they’re for play, for quick-fixes, for quick musings and ponderings. Novels, on the other hand, are journeys for the reader as much as the writer – and that goes for body and soul alike. Especially if you read Tipping The Velvet!

Dabbling in Orgies

Published July 23, 2012 by ellenheights

Tonight, whilst writing an erotica short story, I managed to pull my first orgy out the bag. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t exactly expected, and it certainly wasn’t rehearsed. The story involved sexual discovery, awakening, and bisexual encounters.

Now hopefully the writing isn’t too hideous, or the characters too shallow despite the story’s purpose as, say, more of an exploration of sex and a delightful afternoon Ooo-er! than a wholesome character-driven piece. I will say one thing, though: writing orgies is like playing a very kinky game of chess.

The pieces were there, they had their places. But what about maneuvering? How does the writer eloquently describe the male’s shift from lady-lump duty to carpet cleaning? How does the writer describe ecstasy whilst illuminating the reader about the other character’s positions during? And what about climaxes, do they take it in turns? Does that spoil the mood for the reader?

If so, how to retain realism?

This got me thinking about real orgies, and how they work. In the real world I’m horribly vanilla – it’s just my mind’s in the gutter, that’s all. So it’s no use looking to my own personal experiences because, frankly, I’m running low on that front. But what do orgies actually serve, if not to run as a well-oiled machine? Think about it. Wouldn’t someone engaging in group sex be very, very disappointed if they expected it to run as swiftly, smoothly and above all timely the way it did in erotic stories?

How do orgy-goers in real life manage themselves during these encounters? I’d imagine a lot of patience and self-service is involved, if not a lot of giving. Not to mention very soft furnishings, wipes and a downstairs loo. None of these qualities sound very erotic to me,  I have to say, and after watching a few documentaries: Louis Theroux, Dawn Porter etc, it is clear to me that orgies are a little discomforting for some, possibly for those reasons. Awkwardness.

There must be a certain expectation and frame of mind an individual should be in before participating in these things, I think, if the documentaries are anything to go by. Disappointment and disillusionment led to bad experiences in some cases, hard feelings, embarrassment, the lot. Personally, the difference for me is probably fantasy and reality.

In my case, I’m a fantasist – very open minded when it comes to mental stimulation, but vanilla physically (at least so far). As a writer and avid reader, that makes a lot of sense to me. I’ve always been very stuck in my own mind. I guess that’s why, lately, I’ve been delving more into erotica and romance as a side-line to my usual writing under my real name. Fantasy is exciting for me, and I believe – or hope – I can make it exciting for others, just in the right context. I.E, the written word.

So what’s the appropriate approach to an orgy in the written form, in that case? Should writers stick to reality – chess pieces, patience, and awkwardness- or go for the full fantasy: unrealistic, but rewarding to the mind?

I think the latter is preferable, seeing as reading is for escapism more than anything else. However, I do like to inject realism into my writing wherever I can, so I aimed to include a little of that too. I guess it’s all in the execution.

Still, my written-orgy was an enjoyable experience, and there’s a first time for everything.

Just not in the real world, not for this chick. I was never very good at playing chess.