Romantica

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Upcoming release with Silver Publishing!

Published September 20, 2013 by ellenheights

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Watch out for my fabulous new Urban Fantasy/MF erotic short story (11k), to be released on October 26th just in time for Halloween! The Night Shift sees Gwen fall in love with Shifter Jason, before becoming entangled in the feuds between the shifters and werewolves while their newly-blossomed relationship hangs in the balance.

I may have another sale to announce too, but -excited as I am- nothing’s been signed yet. So I cannae tell, what with it being bad practice and all. But there are things cookin’, rest assured.

Watch this space. 😉

Ellen

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. ^_-

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!


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.