Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Am I writing to please the world? Um, maybe not so much...

Hello my lovelies!
      I've decided to do something a little different today. I usually promote other authors or my latest releases, but while browsing the internet for romantic pictures for my publisher's GLBT day on Facebook, a random thought occurred to me...
      I spend far too much time apologizing for the genres I write. 
      Sometimes I'm apologizing for the M/M stories, but sometimes it's because my books have become hotter over the last couple of years, and I've discovered that other authors, who at one time were my peers, my equals, now seem to look down on me, and that hurts. 
      Although I may endure the sting, I still can't help asking myself why I feel the need to apologize at all. 
     After all, I don't write erotic stories for the sex, even though sex is essential for the kind of passion I prefer to express. 
     I, personally, am a very passionate person and guess what? I can be a little kinky, too. Shocker, I know. 
     I spent over fifteen years in a marriage where I behaved accordingly as a mother and wife, but in all honesty, passion wasn't always there, though the desire to be passionate definitely was.
     In later years, when I had to start over from scratch, I was able to express my inner kink and experiment. 
     In doing so, I proved what I knew all along... SEX is awesome, and it's even better when desires are freely expressed and one takes advantage of all the beautiful ways  to please and be pleased. 
     So, if I've had the opportunity to be true to myself, why wouldn't I try to be just as true to the characters I write, whether they're straight, gay, lesbian or bi? 
     Being a little freaky, or more open about sex doesn't mean I don't believe in the sanctity of marriage, the seriousness of a committed relationship, or the equal rights of any couple in love to be together in whatever way they choose or with whomever they choose. It just means that I feel a little freer to express it, and I try to do so tastefully.
     Yes, the language tends to be a little rougher with my male/male stories, but in all fairness, men are different than women. 
    Men can, and do, say things to each other they might not say to a woman simply because most were raised to treat women differently. That's particularly true in my neck of the woods where women are southern belles and men are expected to be gentlemen. 
     When I write a m/m story, I prefer to let men be men and try not to mold them into the perfect mate for a woman,  but instead, the perfect mate for another man. No false pretense or over-politeness for the sake of being gentlemanly. I prefer an alpha to stay alpha and it's even better if both men vie for that coveted spot of "top dog." That's just nature, folks! 
     When a woman is involved, she can be strong, but the man always needs to be a true hero or he loses favor with the reader and could even lose the interest of the heroine in the process, so there isn't much of a power struggle.
     Whereas with two heroes...well, now you're talking a true blue, no holds barred, fight to the finish and that's hot. 
     So how can I apologize for something that comes naturally to me as a writer? How can I try to 'explain' my position on equal rights for everyone, especially where love is concerned? How can I expect others feel the emotion in my books, if I am untrue to the emotion I create between two lovers?(or 3 where Immortal Thirst is concerned)
     And more importantly, how can I apologize for passion, no matter how naughty it gets? 
     The simple answer is....I won't. Not anymore.
     If someone prefers reading behind closed doors sex...so be it. I'll not think less of them or consider them a prude or uptight or in any other negative way. 
by Pablo Picasso
     And I won't have my feelings hurt if they don't read my books either. In fact, I would feel more at ease for their sake if they didn't, simply because I want my readers to feel comfortable with the emotions they experience while reading my books. If they're feeling antsy, I'll feel antsy too, and where's the fun in that?
    In return, all I ask is for the same respect to be extended to me, especially from other authors. It's no fun feeling like a outsider just because my taste in writing tends to fall outside the "box". 
by Leonardo Di Vinci
     Besides, should Picasso apologize to Di Vinci for seeing the world differently? I would hope not. 
     Our differences are what makes us all so special, whether it be the way we worship, the way we raise our children, or the way we express our desires. 
     Someone once told me when I first began to seriously pursue writing..."Write like your mama's already dead."
     Now, that piece of advice wasn't meant to be a death wish for my mother, by any means. 

Instead, it was a reminder to give myself permission to write in a way where I can remain true to my muse and to my heart without fear of what others would say or think.
I'd forgotten that somewhere along the way, but now I'm back on track. 

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Sexy ex-Marines, Faeries, and "A Boon By Moonlight"- Nicola Cameron has it all!!

Tyler's Naughty Notions has seen a lot of things, but this will be our first "Faerie" Tale and I couldn't be more thrilled!!
I had to do a little research on the Sidhe (shee), and I must say, I found it all very intriguing. 
Throw in two super sexy heroes, and well... that's a recipe for one high calorie snack! Hope you enjoy the tasty morsels, Nicola Cameron has prepared for us today as we dig into her new release, A Boon By Moonlight!!
Just look at that cover... now you know it's gonna be yummy for sure!!

Ex-Marine Zach Mayhew is willing to do anything for his dying grandmother, even find a fairy ring and beg that she be allowed to spend her last days in Faerie. But when a gorgeous Sidhe noble demands a night in his bed in return, Zach learns that a boon asked by moonlight can have unexpected consequences for his heart.



"You called, mortal?"
Zach spun and dropped into a defensive crouch, groping for an assault weapon that wasn't there. After a moment, his brain finally registered that he wasn't in the desert, this wasn't an ambush. Heart hammering, he yanked the flashlight out of his jacket pocket and thumbed the switch, aiming the beam at the faerie ring.
And the tall figure that now stood within it. It held up one hand, shading its eyes. "Put away your light. I mean you no harm," it ordered.
"Oh, fuck that noise," Zach croaked. "Who are you?"
"You summoned me, mortal. I might ask you the same question."
Slowly, Zach lowered the beam. And felt his mouth go dry at the man who now stood in the faerie ring, giving him an irritated look.
It didn't help that he was one of the most gorgeous men Zach had ever seen. Tall and lean, he had model-perfect cheekbones that were complimented by huge eyes overhung by thick, well-shaped brows, a straight, slightly pointy nose, and a mouth made for kissing. A mane of thick hair that looked black in the moonlight hung well past his waist, and seemed to move independently of him. He wore something that could have been one of Tom Hiddleston's costume rejects from The Avengers, and a curved sword hung at his right hip.
The faerie ring was empty thirty seconds ago, Zach thought dazedly, and there was no way someone could have snuck through the woods and jumped into it, not without him hearing them. Son of a god damned bitch. It worked, it really worked. He'd summoned a Seelie sidhe, a Shining One.
Who was now raising an annoyed eyebrow at him. He licked his lips, feeling massively underprepared. "Hi," he said after a cough.
The eyebrow rose another millimeter. "Yeah, sorry. Um, my name is Zach Mayhew, and I want to ask a boon," he forged on. "Of you. Please."
The other eyebrow came up to join its mate. "A boon," the sidhe said in a rich tenor, sounding somewhere between exasperated and amused. "Now that's a word I haven't heard from human lips for many a year. Well, then, what boon do you request, mortal man?"


Growling under his breath, Zach went back upstairs and yanked his bedroom door open. "Oh."
Jerrek was already in bed. His outfit had been neatly folded over the old straight back chair in the corner, and the sidhe himself was nude and stretched out over Zach's faded blue bedcover. His long, shining brown hair filmed his body just as Zach imagined, revealing tantalizing glimpses of corded arms, a firm chest, and a set of abs that looked like cobblestones. Zach's gaze continued down, falling on the long, slim cock that was already starting to harden, laying in a graceful curve over one muscled thigh.
The sidhe propped his head up on one hand. "It took you long enough. I was starting to worry that you'd forgotten me," he commented with a smirk.
"Just -- just wanted to get Gram to bed," Zach managed. "Make sure she was asleep."
"And is she?"
Jerrek reached out to him. "Well, then. Come to me."
Wondering if he was in a dream, Zach stepped forward and took the proffered hand. Suddenly he found himself pulled over the sidhe like a human-shaped blanket. "Since you prefer to top and all," Jerrek purred.
Zach could feel the heat rising from the other man's body, warming him through. Jerrek's smirk shifted, turning into a smile. It was both challenge and invitation, and Zach lowered his head until he could just brush his lips across that curved mouth. A tingling jolt went through him, dancing across his nerve endings and grounding out in his groin.
He gasped and Jerrek took advantage of that, kissing him back and running the tip of his tongue around Zach's lips. The kiss softened, deepened, until their tongues were dueling slickly against each other.
With a soft growl, Jerrek pulled back, sucking in a breath as he did. "You're wearing entirely too many clothes," he said, rubbing his naked groin against Zach's still clothed one. "Take them off at once."
Zach couldn't help grinning at the order. "Are you always this bossy?"
"I prefer to think of it as authoritative. What part of 'sidhe lord' didn't you grasp?"
"Well, now that you mention it" Zach slid a hand between their bodies, curling his fingers around the other man's shaft and squeezing gently. Jerrek's mouth opened in a soft groan and he squirmed, bucking into Zach's grip.
"I've never had anyone talk back to me the way you do," he breathed. "It's really very refreshing."
Zach grunted at that, focusing on what was in his hand. Skin so soft it almost didn't register against his fingertips, and beneath that hardness and a heat that pulsed against his palm. He stroked up, letting his thumb brush across the tip, and felt a bead of wetness there. "I think you like it," he murmured. "You need someone who isn't going to stand still for your shit."
"I would hardly call it" Jerrek's complaint was cut off as Zach kissed him again, luring his tongue out and sucking on it. Jerrek moaned into his mouth, then again as he pulled away, laying a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the sidhe's jaw and down his neck. "Oh, that's nice. Don't stop."

A little about Nicola...

Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of "y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).
·        Where to find Nicola Cameron and her books...
     Website /Blog: http://www.nicolacameronwrites.com
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