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Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Wild Card, 2006. Winner of "best oral sex scene" - Scarlet Magazine. Amanda's Young Men, 2009. Excerpted in Scarlet Magazine; Juicy Bits. Sarah's Education, 2009. Hit the #1 spots on Amazon.co.uk adult fiction & adult romance best seller lists. Jade Magazine bestowed the best cover art, 2009 award on Sarah's Education. "Get Up, Stand Up!" which appeared in The Cougar Book (Logical-Lust) won me the title 'Story Teller of the Year 2011' at The Erotic Awards, London, UK. Sarah's Education took the #3 spot on a list of the 30 most titillating titles of all time, as reported in English Daily Mail ;Female; Nov. 12, 2012. Debutante, a petite novel for e-publisher Imprint Mischief, (Harper-Collins) pubbed in 2012. I tutor writing students and am a member of the WGC. D.M. Thomas said: Madeline Moore writes great sex without metaphor and that's not easy to do. Kris Saknussemm said: You're a good egg, Madeline Moore. I am a good egg who writes great sex without metaphor! Yippee!

Wednesday, 16 January 2013

Picture This

Wasaga Beach - world's longest freshwater beach

If a picture’s worth a thousand words, I’ll take the words. It’s not that I trust the mind to catalogue and accurately recall events. Quite the opposite. It’s been my experience that people remember only what they wish to and in a light that they can live with. Sometimes, it’s just as well.

I did my best to photograph family life, but once my second child was born there wasn’t much time for it. Then came divorce. Should I have snapped shots of the packing, the for-sale sign on the house or moving day? I only hope those events aren’t as deeply embedded in the minds of my two daughters as they are in mine.

I quit taking pictures entirely, and not just because my ex got the camera in the division of our stuff. My heart wasn’t in it any more. So when the three of us set off on our first ever vacation-without-dad, we did so without a camera.

I would be diagnosed the following year with endometriosis, but at this point all I knew was that one week out of four was pure hell for me and, darn the luck, our Wasaga Beach holiday fell on that week. Still, since Wasaga Beach is the world's longest fresh-water beach, there should be lots of room to relax, right?

This was during the blistering Ontario heat wave of 2002. My apartment didn’t have air-conditioning and neither did my car. By the time the trunk was packed I was suffering, not only from the height of pms but also from heat exhaustion and aching muscles. The girls, eleven and thirteen at the time, were, naturally, complaining. Finally we piled into the car and drove to Wasaga Beach.

I’d rented a room on the strip. Location was everything but once we’d arrived and I’d unpacked, all I cared about was the air conditioning. I was bathed in sweat. My period had started. My daughters wanted to explore. Fair enough! We set out in the blistering heat.

Naturally the place to go was the tourist market. I was flush with cash at the time and determined that before I became poor I was going to give those girls a holiday to remember. So I bought everyone sunglasses and wrap around skirts and thongs (Oh my God pardon me I mean flip flops!)

Once properly attired, the girls begged to go to The Shark Museum. We went to The Shark Museum. The heat, already around 100 degrees Celsius, hovered another fifteen or so degrees higher inside.

We moved from tank to tank, staring at the giant killing machines. I felt as lethargic as they looked. I searched for something to sit on but there were no chairs, so, like the sharks, I just kept moving. Finally I found a big wooden box of shark food and sank down onto the lid. The girls went exploring.

I stared into the face of a great white and felt sorry for myself. Sweat streamed down my body. I didn’t like the way the shark was looking at me. Could the brute smell me through the glass? Speaking of which, I didn’t care much for the way my ‘chair’ smelled, either.

I sat for maybe five minutes and then went looking for my kids. I found one sobbing hysterically and the other shame-faced. The youngest had hidden behind a tank and leapt out screaming, “It’s alive!” causing the eldest to freak. She'd just gotten her period, too, so she was a little high-strung.

That night it was my younger daughter’s turn. She collapsed in tears; miserable with the realization that she just didn’t have enough money to do all the things she wanted to do at Wasaga Beach. Well, here was one problem I could fix!

I pulled out a wad of cash and said, “How much money will it take to make you stop crying?” Then I started peeling off twenties. (As a matter of interest, the amount it takes to get an eleven-year-old girl to stop crying is sixty dollars.)

Turned out she'd just gotten her period, too.

They spent the blistering hot days getting lost at the beach (one by accident, the other on purpose), fighting over the Playstation, disagreeing about what to do next and arguing about who got to sleep with me.

One night I was hiding in the bathroom softly sobbing over my cell phone to a sympathetic friend when a gigantic black millipede skittered across the floor. I screamed. The girls thought it was hysterical.

There was a midway but, like my eldest daughter, I didn’t care for scary rides. That left my youngest daughter stuck, sans her Dad, with no one to go with. Finally, on our last night in town, I reluctantly agreed to go with her.

The ride she chose didn’t look that bad but that was because what I’d taken to be a ‘seat’ was actually a chin rest. There were no seats. I was directed to lie face down across a bar and I did it. Anything for my baby. I clenched my teeth, (my eldest does an impersonation of me on that ride that never fails to get a laugh) and I shut my eyes and I survived. Afterwards, you got it, I cried. The next day we left. The maid got a big tip.

For March Break, 2003, my ex-in-laws took my girls to a four star hotel in Cuba. When we said our good-byes my youngest child wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me tight. She whispered, “No matter how great Cuba is, Mom, it will never beat our Wasaga vacation with you.”

And that’s why I don’t take photographs.

Monday, 14 January 2013

Erotic Authors: My Favourite Erotica

As a member of the The Plaisance Reading Group on Facebook, I offered to compile a list of contemporary erotica authors.

I asked the authors to give us the name of their own favourite title and recommend, if they wished, their favourite title by another author.

Here is the result: a compendium of erotica as recommended by many of today's hard working authors of erotica.

Janine Ashbless: Dark Enchantment (short story collection)
Recommend: Macho Sluts by Pat Califia

Sommer Marsden : Boys Next Door
Recommend: Melt With You by Alison Tyler
Recommend: Split by Kristina Lloyd

Lucy Felthouse: A Taste of London
Recommend: That Filthy Book by Natalie Dae and Lily Harlem

Nikki Magennis: The New Rakes
Recommend: Playing With Fire, ed. Alison Tyler

Kristina Wright: Seduce Me Tonight
Recommend: Beneath Sea and Sky by Shanna Germain

Shar Azade: Transported: Erotic Travel Tales (anthology)
Recommend: Paula's Place trilogy by James Wood

TreSa Sanfilippo: Aiyana by TreSart L. Sioux

Jeremy Edwards: The Pleasure Dial
Recommend: Vox by Nicholson Baker

Mitzi Szereto: Pride and Prejudice: Hidden Lusts
Recommend: Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy

Ashley R Lister: Cuckold (writing as Amber Leigh).
Recommend: The Institute by Maria del Rey.

Donna George Storey: Amorous Woman

Kate Pearce: Simply Sexual (The first of the 9 House
of Pleasure

Maxim Jakubowski Ekaterina and the Night
Recommend: 20 Initial Modern Erotic Classics by Constable Robinson

Justine Elyot: Game
Recommend: Deep Desires by Charlotte Stein.

Kathleen Breadean: Coming Together In Vein (anthology edited
by Lisabet Sarai) I have two stories in it (One as Kathleen Bradean, the other as Jay Lygon)

Remittance girl: Beautiful Losers
Recommend: The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter

Kd Grace: The Initiation of Ms Holly
Recommend: An Executive Decision by Grace Marshall (pseudonym of Kd

Cat Grant: The First Real Thing
Entangled Trio

Rose Caraway: Tool

Lexie Bay: “Inside Looking Out” in the anthology Immoral Views
Recommend: The Siren by Tiffany Reisz
The Voyeur by Kay Jaybee

Kristina Lloyd: Asking for Trouble
Recommend: Carrie's Story Molly Weatherfield

Kay Jaybee: Not Her Type and The Perfect Submissive
Recommend: Transported Shar Azade

Madelynne Ellis: Phantasmagoria ( though it makes more sense if you've
read A Gentleman's Wager first)

James Lusarde: The Lady Loves to Strip

Thomas Roche: Dark Matter or Noirotica
Recommend: Over The Knee: Erotic Spanking Stories (antho)

Jordan LaRousse: Nice Girls, Naughty Sex (ed. With Samantha Sade)
Erotic Stories of Every Flavor (print antho from
Oysters & Chocolate)

Mark Ramsden: Radical Desire
Recommend: Thomasina by P.N Dedaux

Madeline Moore: Debutante (petite novel)
Recommend: Dream Lover: Paranormal Tales of Erotic Romance (antho,
ed. Kristina Wright)
Thrones of Desire: Erotic Tales of Swords, Mist
and Fire
(ed. Mitzi Szereto)

Felix Baron: Sweet as Sin
Recommend: Sarah’s Education by Madeline Moore


Not on the list? No worries! Leave a comment with the name of your favourite title and recommendation of another author's work, if you wish.

Happy Reading in 2013!

xoxo Mad