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 series)

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
Grace

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

Authors!

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

The Next Big Thing

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I've been sucked into a chain letter! The horror! The horror!

The first time I was asked to participate, back when there were still piles of authors to invite to contribute, I said:

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I'm trying to write a propoooOOOooooOOoooooosal.

The second time, I was simply tagged. So here I am, playing a little game called, The Next Big Thing


What is the working title of your next book?

Count Me In

Where did the idea for your book come from?

One of the jobs I had when my kids were little was working as a research assistant at a company nestled deep in the countryside. The President and Vice-President of this business were a brilliant husband and wife team who were successful enough to conduct business from their magnificent rural home.

Early in the 21st Century the Government of Canada began recruiting census-takers. As a professional researcher I thought this would be a breeze. I’d had a lot of very bad jobs in my life, especially when I was attending university. Little did I know that was about to embark on the worst job I would ever have and dear God I can only hope it remains so until the day I die.

I knew I was in for it when the contract stated that if I tried to quit the Government would punish me with jail time, but I signed anyway. How bad could it be? I found out.

What genre does your book fall under?

Erotic Romance. Or Romantic Erotica. E-romancexxx (the 3rd one is copyright Madeline Moore.)

What actors would you choose to play the part of your main characters in a movie rendition?

I’d need a young actress who is good at playing the waifish, wistful, dreamy kind of person my main female character is. Emma Roberts, maybe?

My main male character is a lone wolf who is brilliant, witty, chivalrous and extremely shy. He’s gorgeous but he doesn’t know it and is oblivious to the way he affects women because he’s too nerdy and focused on his work to notice and isn’t particularly willing to risk upsetting his important research by succumbing to the abstract notion of 'love.'

I like this guy but don’t know his name and can’t shrink his picture to fit my blog.

Hey, dude, get yer fat headshot out of my list of reviews. Sheesh. I don’t work with difficult actors so I’ll go with Timothy Olyfant (once he shaves.)

What is the one sentence synopsis of your book?

A naive young woman, new to country living, takes a job as a census-taker, which opens her eyes to the many perversities hidden in the hills and valleys of the bucolic countryside and to the possibility of love. (This is a run-on sentence. Conjunctions used to link two ideas should be replaced with a period, unless you’ve been instructed to create only one sentence. – ed.)

Will your book be self published or represented by an agency?

If I can ever actually finish my proposal I'll fire it off to Mischief,the new all digital Imprint of Harper-Collins. I’ve discussed it with the editor so I’m fairly confident it’ll be a go. I first conceived of it as a 'petite novel' but it may turn out to be a novel.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript?

I’m still working on the proposal! If it's accepted I'll ask for three to four months if it’s a novella, six to eight if it’s a novel.

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

I’m only comfortable comparing it to own work. When I wrote Sarah’s Education, my third Black Lace novel, I decided to give Sarah a family, friends, a boyfriend and a part-time job while she attends university. In other words, I gave her a real life, as opposed to perhaps one girlfriend and the man or men in her life. It worked well for me and the book continues to sell briskly.

I did the same for my main female character in my first petite novel for Mischief, Debutante. My main female character has all the problems most women have. I think Debutante is my most light-hearted and least kinky story to date, although there’s still an indecent amount of sex, kink and kinky sex in it. There is also plenty of love.

I’m going to continue to give my female characters everything a regular gal has in her life. A lot of erotica authors abhor this but it works for me and allows me to exercise my abilities to write whole paragraphs that aren’t set in an orgy and sentences that are not descriptions of beautiful body parts. Neat.

Who or what inspired you to write this book?

As stated above, my experience as a census-taker inspired this book. However, as I have taken an oath never to reveal what I saw while collecting data (also punishable by imprisonment) I won’t be including any real stories. Instead, I’ll use my vast creative skills and make everything up. I think the word for that is 'fiction.'

What else about the book might pique the reader’s interest?

The male protagonist is conducting research into sleep disorders and dream-states. I’m a lucid dreamer and I know a fair bit about sleep disorders.

Here are the authors I'm tagging. Heads up folks, you're on!


Vida Bailey (posted NOW)

Lee-Ann Graff-Vinson (posted NOW)

Lucy Felthouse (posted NOW)

Ashley Lister (posted NOW)


and finally, the man who has proven you do not need a platform to be a successful author and has posted his answers on facebook, the one and only:
Felix Baron (Posted NOW)

Leonard, for chrissakes, lighten up!

That's what he said, to make us laugh, at the concert in Ottawa last Wednesday.
We laughed.


This is exactly what Leonard looks like - NOW!

(Cohen in concert, Ottawa, Dec.7 2012)


Hmm. Sorry, no time to write the tale of my trip to Ottawa to see Leonard Cohen perform his Old Ideas North American Tour, 2012.


I'm drinking from my new cup:

wearing my new tee:

staring at my 4 lapel pins and my silk scarf and slowly, carefully, reading the official program, which I am selling for the inflated price of $50.00 to cover some of the costs of all the merch I could not resist the night of the concert:

(I hope no-one bites on the programme because, um, there's a cheesecake shot of Leonard, naked and posing like the Ladies' Man he was and, well, also 2 pages of stickers!)

Oh yeah, I'm thinking cool and beautiful thoughts of: love; redemption; Leonard lithe and skipping; creativity; stickers; Canada; anger; mercy; sexy; kindness and you.


Thank you for being kind.


is that sand upon his shoulders?

is that the crack of his ass that I see?

She sips, she does not gulp, from her cup of longing...

xoxo Mad

merchandise photos from: leonardcohenforum.com

Photo courtesy @SENSphoto. pic.twitter.com/cZPCIP0b

Tips on How to Enter a Contest

Air Canada plane not en route to Thailand. 1) Read the rules. Air Canada is holding a contest. Seven hundred and fifty winners will be flown anywhere in the world where Air Canada flies. All you have to do is tell the story of where you want to go, and why. Say - hey! I'm a writer! I can win this contest and return to Thailand, where my family lived during Woodstock, the summer of love and, perhaps more to the point, the Vietnam War. I just spent about an hour pounding out the heartwarming tale of a geeky girl becoming a confident young lady while living in a village called Khon Kaen. Two thousand characters - on the nose! All I had to do was upload my story. Except - I was required to type the first three letters of the destination I desired. T. H. A. "Sorry! Air Canada does not fly to this destination!" Hmm. Come to think of it, we flew Thai Air in '69. I remember the lobster luncheon served on china, orchids for the ladies and little purple souvenir fans. Definitely not Air Canada. Not now. Not ever. GROAN! Yeah, I tried Bangkok. Guess what? An airline that doesn't fly to Thailand doesn't fly to Bangkok, either. Ptooey. So what we now have is a little story about me, when I was 15 years old, living in Khon Kaen, Thailand. It is exactly 2000 characters, including spaces. It includes the only picture of family that has been scanned. Just so you know, though it isn't in my little useless contest tale, I had a pile of boyfriends and they were all gorgeous. No touchee was the rule, which was fine with me. And then along came Sudang. He'd lived a year in America so he knew all about us bad North Americans. Only I was a completely untouched very good little Canadian prairie girl - until he showed up, all busy fingers and sloppy tongue.

But I digress. HA! Don't you wish? Recently I reread The Lover by Margeurite Duras. I thought I might be able to write something similar but . . . no. My story would be completely different. Still, I think it's a tale worth telling. But not today. Oh, by the way, I do know how to make paragraphs on Blogger. But this morning, Blogger does not know how to make paragraphs. Cock-sucking crap. Mai Pen Rai. Today, this is the story you get, in a big fat paragraph-minus lump: KHON KAEN In 1969, while hippies turned a dairy farm into a festival of love called Woodstock and The Beatles released Abbey Road, this Canadian girl from the prairies was living on the other side of the world. My father, a Professor of Engineering with the University of Manitoba, had loaded up his large family and moved us to Khon Kaen, Thailand. At the time, Khon Kaen was little more than a village; but it had something that could be found in only 2 other places in Thailand – a University. My Dad helped establish the University of Khon Kaen and a 15 year old girl from Winnipeg came of age in Southeast Asia. I remember the jets flying overhead, six minutes away from their destination, Vietnam. I remember water buffaloes, elephants, monkeys and snakes. I remember the noise, the smells and the colours of the marketplace; the stares of people who had never seen a blonde, green-eyed white girl before. “Falang, falang,” they cried as I tried to meld into the crowd. I was a “foreigner” and, at first, they never let me forget it. But as I learned the language and the ways of the people, I became one of them. I waiied to the Buddha and left treats in the tiny houses for the spirits of trees that had been uprooted to build houses like the one I lived in. We studied by correspondence but we became part of the University life. I’d arrived a gawky adolescent who’d never been asked to dance at the school I’d attended in Winnipeg. I left a confident girl whose dance card, at the many parties held at the University, was always full. Eighteen months after we arrived, we took the night train from Khon Kaen to Bangkok, to begin our journey home. Our friends cried as they draped us with jasmine leis. I cried, too, and vowed that one day I’d return. That was a long time ago. My firm resolve to revisit the place where my eyes were opened to the wonders of another world faded until it became an impossibility. Until now. I want to go “home.” Please help me make that girlhood dream come true, after all.

Picture of my Mom and my little sister, now a drummer in Victoria, B.C. It's tempting to say the other two girls are my sister and me, but that would be a lie. I have no idea who they are or why they are walking with my Mother and baby sis. -Mad (as hell) Mad

Pushkin - a Poem

Pushkin

In a cage at the uptown ASPCA
he left his musky scent on my hands,
and locked his yellow-green eyes
on those of a woman in a blue smock
who said he was strange, and when I took
him downtown on the Second Avenue bus
he forced his head through the cardboard box
and looked like a just-hatched bird
making everyone laugh, and when I first
offered him food he ate growling
under his breath, and from the beginning
he came running to me when I said
his new name Pushkin, as if he knew
he had the spirit of the dead poet within him.
And I have always loved
how dense and black his top coat is,
how white fur hikes up his front legs
like thick storm boots, how he still
has not grown into his huge paws,
how in cold weather he naps on
my flannel nightgowns, or lies across
vents of the radiator so that only he
feels the heat, and in warm weather
fills my small bathtub with his long body,
and when he doesn't like his food
he scrapes his paws across the kitchen walls,
and as he gets older his white stomach falls
like a loose purse between his legs.
When he is sleeping an old soul's smile
forms on his mouth, and each morning
at 6:45 he stands over me pushing his face
against my ear and he is always stalking
shadows at the door when I come home,
and when I write he sits in the middle
of my lined papers and rubs his black
and white face against my pen,
and on sad days when I feel stuck inside
I can not resist him,
and I let him be my poem.

Copyright ©1994 Penny Cagan