Monday, 27 March 2017

Blue Monday: Mistress of the Air cover reveal

Every Monday I post a naughty excerpt for your entertainment!

It's just a tease this week, with a cover reveal of a rollicking steampunk novel from S.Nano: Mistress of the Air, due for publication on the 21st April




Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester owns a brass mine in Zanzibar, a Lapsang Souchong tea plantation in China, a rubber farm in Malaysia, trunk loads of corsetry and the country’s largest collection of antique whips.

Larger than life, and itching to find new and inventive ways to punish her submissive gentlemen, the Edwardian dominatrix has a vision.  


Embracing the spirit of the age of aviation, she embarks on a series of adventures on her airship, ‘The Corseted Domme’, with her transvestite maid, Victoria, her airship pilot, Captain Wyndham and her automaton sex-doll, Borghild. 


A select group of submissive gentlemen, consisting of a duke, bishop, lawyer and banker, is invited to join Lady Sally so she can try out her dastardly, electric and steam-powered devices on them.She spanks, whips, and punishes her way across the Empires of Europe, dropping off to visit her aristocratic relatives and friends for afternoon tea. 


But Lady Sally’s journey is not uneventful. War is threatening to break out and the Ministry of Aviation want to commandeer her airship for the war effort. And when ‘The Corseted Domme’ has a crash landing, Lady Sally realises there is a stowaway on board intent on sabotaging her airship.
 

‘Mistress of the Air’ is a genre-crossing comic, Steampunk, erotic adventure as Lady Sally delivers a BDSM kick up the back-side to the Edwardian country house novel.



“Jolly bad luck on the final race, Wyndham. It was a daring move and deserving of greater reward.”
The captain’s face lit up at the compliment. He looked up but couldn’t help but be distracted by the sight of Lady’s Sally’s breasts. Her dress was cut daringly low, and the magnificent orbs of white flesh were pushed up enticingly by her corset and the cut of her gown.

And then she started talking. If Wyndham was embarrassed about what to say to her, he didn’t need to worry. She commanded the conversation and Wyndham listened, bewitched and mesmerised at the vision she laid before him. There was no escape for him. He was pinned into the corner by Lady Sally’s heaving breasts with no escape. He tried to concentrate on what she was saying, conscious of the treatment meted out on Monsieur Le Blon, all the time urging himself to focus on her face not her chest, but it was an enormous effort of will when they were practically thrust under his nose.

She spoke of her airship. She described how vast it was going to be, how fast, how powerful, and how high it would fly. She described how sumptuously it would be fitted out. She extolled the virtues of her ocean liner of the air. Wyndham nodded enthusiastically as her breasts swelled and subsided with every excited explication of her venture. She enthused about her designers and engineers who were working on it, of the technical challenges they faced and how they had overcome them. Wyndham stood trapped in the corner of the ballroom like a frightened rabbit in headlights all the time trying to distract himself from the sight of Lady Sally’s enormous décolletage as it heaved up and down in front of his eyes.

Then she proceeded to explain how, as he must certainly know, she was the foremost dominatrix of her age and described with great enthusiasm the dungeon that would be fitted out on the airship, and how excited she was about the adventures she would have, and the whippings, spankings and punishments she would administer to the carefully selected group of submissive gentlemen who would be accompanying her on the airship’s maiden voyage.

“It’s my ambition, Captain Wyndham, to be the Mistress of the Air, yes…a veritable Mistress of the Air, and I envisage you playing a vital role in fulfilling my vision.”

Wyndham’s ears pricked up at those words but he only had the slightest moment to interject with a nervous, “oh really,” before the enormous breasts backed him even further into the corner. Lady Sally continued by praising his aviation skills and the daring manoeuvres she’d witnessed at the flying meeting. Wyndham flushed with pride. She went on, much to the captain’s delight, to say how those French aviators were all show and no guts, and she needed somebody who would take risks for her, to serve her loyally and selflessly. Finally, she wound up her diatribe and came directly to the point.

 “Now Captain. I pride myself on my instincts and judgement of character. You see, the matter is I need an airship pilot. I need someone who can share my enthusiasm for air flight and is a skilled aviator. I believe you are my man Wyndham.”

Lady Sally continued extolling the excitement of the new age, how she was going to take her airship on a grand tour across Europe and how he, Wyndham, would be her pilot.

Finally, she concluded, “So that’s all settled then, Captain Wyndham. I can assure you the financial rewards will be considerable. It’s good to have you on board. I’m sure we will share many adventures together. You can report to my airship station at Howden in Yorkshire. My maid, Victoria, will give you all the details.”

With one dismissive wave of a lace-gloved hand she breezed off, leaving the hapless Wyndham gaping in astonishment. He had been swept away by her charisma. He had barely uttered a word. At no point had he agreed to the venture yet he knew in his gut he would accept the challenge. He felt strangely compelled to help Lady Sally fulfil her vision of travel in the largest and fastest dirigible ever to be built.



S. Nano (formerly writing as Slave Nano) is an author of erotic stories with dark and exotic content in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings, often drawing on the themes of female supremacy, BDSM and fetish but with a seam of quirky humour running through them as well.

His first full-length erotic novel,
‘Adventures in Fetishland’, a BDSM/fetish re-invention of Alice in Wonderland, was published by Xcite Books. His short stories and novellas have been published by Xcite Books, House of Erotica, Forbidden Fiction, Coming Together and Greenwoman Publishing.

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Friday, 24 March 2017

Bück Dich

Last night I went back to Leeds (The Big City! Twice in one week!) to see a special worldwide cinema screening of the Rammstein: Paris concert. Which was pretty epic!😲

I'd heard that Rammstein were actually arrested in America after one concert for obscenity ... and now I've seen exactly why. Honestly, I nearly killed myself laughing.

Here's an older, less close-up version of the action ... but it still gives you a pretty good idea. Definitely NSFW!




Bück Dich means "bend over," BTW. Who says the Germans have no sense of humour? 😂

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Pub-lic reading

Here are a couple of snaps (courtesy of Nano Vaslen) of the reading I did for Leodis Pagan Circle in a lovely little pub yesterday 😊

Note pint close at hand

They were a nice crowd, laughed in the right places and were hopefully not too traumatized.
I was somewhat the worse for wear, though, after an hour talking!


Monday, 20 March 2017

Blue Monday

Every Monday I post a wicked excerpt for your entertainment!

Since I'm off to read smut to a pagan moot tomorrow, a bit of fairy-sex seemed to be appropriate... Here's a no-holds-(or holes)-barred wrestling match from Named and Shamed


“Eat, stupid mortal!”

 I gave Milkthistle a cold glance. “I said I’m not hungry.”

 “You’ll regret it.” She gave me one of her carnivorous grins.“Because it’s time for you to wear this now.” She brandished — not entirely to my surprise — a curved horse-tail the colour of my own fiery hair. It ended in a familiar butt-plug shape of hard leather. It would fit neatly into my ass and the tail would rise at a cocked position from between my cheeks, the hair switching behind me as I walked. I bit my lip as I felt a hungry spasm run up my rear.

 Oh God, how my ass missed the Bour Lady’s butt-tether. I’d worn it so long I felt empty without it.

Milkthistle misunderstood my expression. I knew that as I heard her chuckle.

“Don’t be shy,” she hissed. “It’s the Brenhines’ command that you all wear them. Turn round and give me your ass, mortal. I’ll slip it in so sweet you’ll hardly feel it.”

I wanted that. My body, insatiable as ever, burned for it. But that pissed me off. It was almost like wanting to eat their cursed fruit.

“You can try,” I said, getting to my feet and walking off.

I guess I just don’t submit that easily to women. I need them to overthrow me physically first.

Well, Milkthistle certainly rose to the challenge. I’d hardly moved beyond the feeding circle when a bolt of pain struck me on the thigh, so unexpected and so fierce that I twisted and fell, screaming with shock and clutching my leg. I was convinced there’d be blood. I was sure there’d be a wound. But when I dared peek under my clutching fingers there was nothing — no scratch, no mark and, I realised belatedly, no more pain. It was gone as abruptly as it had hit.

I stared up at her as she swaggered over and looked down on me. “Fuck!” I protested.
  
Grinning like a shark, she lifted a hand to her ropes of blue hair and pulled something from between the twists. It was too small for me to see it between her fingertips. A pin maybe, or an arrowhead. She waited till I knew she was going to do it, and then she threw it at me. The pain hit between my breasts and I thrashed wildly, too agonised this time to scream.
  
Elf-shot, said the analytical part of my mind. It didn’t help any. What did help was knowing that it was only pain — not real harm. This time I didn’t wait for it to leave me. I gathered my limbs and launched myself at the bitch, bundling her over onto the floor and snatching at her wrists before she had time to arm herself again. I had all the apparent advantages of size and weight — but good God she was strong; far stronger than any human her size would be. She fought with the twisting muscularity of a cat. She screeched like one too, and I was vaguely aware that all the birds overhead were screaming as well. It took all my effort to pin her face-down on the floor, her arms pinned to either side under my knees. I’d learned from the Ganconer’s girl-gang too, and I used my feet in her hair to keep her in place. Her legs thrashed, scissoring. I ground down with my body weight and used one hand to hit her bare ass spitefully.
 
She howled, humping her ass and spreading her thighs

I’m not proud. I’m not fucking proud of what I did. But I was completely off my mental balance — despairing and horny, scared and angry and lost. Lost was worst of all. My judgement was completely shot. And I hated this vicious little bitch. I whacked her ass until my arm hurt and the smell of her sex was pungent. I slapped her pussy and felt her as wet as a swamp down there. She pushed right up into my kneading hand.

“You fucking like this, do you?” I snarled, bending to stick my head in there and biting hard at her bum.

She spread wider. I shoved fingers inside her cunt. It was like she had no bones. Despite her tiny frame she took all four fingers of my left hand in her hot wet grip and I suspect she could have taken more if I’d dared. I wasn’t terribly gentle as it was. And the horse-tail plug she’d dropped only a moment before was within my reach.

Around the room the shadows flickered and thickened and clustered, like spectators pushing in for a closer view.

“Come on then, bitch — you wear it if you like it so much,” I told her, pushing the stitched leather plug between her cheeks. I saw the dark purse of her asshole open like a mouth to gobble at it, and I plunged it in hard. She was yelping rhythmically now, banging her pelvis up and down on the hides, her cunt sucking my hand. “Not such a great top now, are you?” I spat. “You like this, don’t you? You like this!”
  
This feeling of dominance was intoxicating. Lust and power bubbled up and overflowed within me — and I cannot presume what it would have made me do. As it happened, I wouldn’t have a chance to find out. Fire cracked across my ass cheeks. The sudden, searing pain made me forgot Milkthistle, and forget how angry and dirty and mean I was feeling. I forgot everything except the importance of getting away from the fire flaring over my flesh. I was yards away from her and piled up against one of the central pillars before I realised what the hell had happened.  
  
The room was full of the Gentry. Foremost, and the focus of my dawning horror, was the Brenin and a woman who stood at his left. He, still wearing his death mask, was wrapped in a voluminous black toga like Virgil pictured at the bottom of the Inferno, and he carried his whip in his hand. I guessed that the woman would be his queen — the Brenhines. She was dressed in the style of a Classical goddess, all in drifting translucent white. Her slender body was perfectly visible through her draperies. Her hair was jet-black but crowned and wound with gold wire, and her golden carnival mask was composed of intricate petals, as if her face were an orchid. Beneath a row of trembling gold beads, her lips were full and dark red, like blood-bruises.

I whimpered, touching the burning weals across my bum-cheeks


Sunday, 19 March 2017

Upcoming Reading at Leodis Pagan Circle


I have been asked to be the Storytime reader this equinox for Leodis, the Leeds Pagan Circle!

It's an open moot at the Bhat'ap pub, in the city centre, so visitors are very welcome.

Merry meet, folks!

Friday, 17 March 2017

Guilt, bad advice and tears: Blog-tour roundup #6

Hieronymus Bosch: Ascent of the Blessed (detail)
As the In Bonds of the Earth blog-tour ascends at last into the light, serenaded by choirs going AWWWAHHHHHHAWWW ... I wipe a tear from my eye and bring you the final details.

Over at Sizzling Romance I make a guilty stab at defending my terrible Pantsing ways. I wish I could be more helpful at teaching new authors the Secrets of Writing but, basically it boils down to "I make it all up as I go along." Sorry everyone! 😞

Library of Erana hosts a sweet little interview in which my best writing advice is "You are never going to please everyone." Well, it's true, but maybe that's not what folks want to hear... 😓

Little Shop of Readers gamely tried asking me if I saw writing as a career, to which I answered "OF COURSE!" Hah - no I didn't! 😜

Creative Misfit has a nice excerpt from my novel featuring the Archangel Michael. Well, I say "nice"... 😈

Finally, author Bronwyn Green asks me about, among other things, my bad habits. Which frankly ought to include the confession,"giving people awful writing advice"😇 Mea maxima culpa...


 And I should add that actually this thoughtful and beautiful book review from Jacqui Brocker genuinely did make me cry, especially this bit:
"In fact, everyone’s good side and flaws are shown – no one, not even Milja, is wholly sympathetic, and that’s as it should be for a tale that’s about the battle for good and evil, and (I think more importantly) who gets to decide what’s good and evil. While our sympathies by and large lie with Milja and Azazel, you understand the perspective of the other characters. Also, all the characters caught up in the story suffer for their part in it, and Janine never holds back from the pain of their injury. This is a story that acknowledges the stakes and isn’t afraid of them.
 Janine’s writing too carries the story beautifully – lyrical at turns, stark and brutal when it has to be, and so aware of the sexuality pulsing underneath all the time. Her style is wonderful and bloody enviable too. It’s also a great page turner, the tension barely letting up – Milja has precious few moments to breathe before being plunged into the next phase of the action.
The first two books of this series are smart, sexy, literate, gripping, and moving. I can’t wait for the third."

THANK YOU JACQUI!


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Wednesday, 15 March 2017

"Sub, Exhibitionist, Shamefaced Sadist": Blog-tour roundup #5

James Tissot: Angels Holding a Dial Indicating the Different Hours (1886-1894)
First I just want to share author Ian Smith's fantastic 5-star review of In Bonds of the Earth over on Amazon:

"Well, I found the first book in this series, Cover Him With Darkness, utterly entrancing, and this second one is every bit as good. The overall story arc is like a really dark fairy tale, but revolving around ancient legends rather than recent ones. Azazel remains the same character, in human terms a child in a man’s body, but he’s anything but human. An irresistably attractive, powerful and totally unpredictable fallen angel is the ultimate dom, and a fantastic character.
But come on, Janine. I know the standard advice is to drop your characters outside their comfort zone, but I don’t think you’ve ever let Milja even have a sniff at one of those! She’s endearingly human - a mix of wants, guilt, insecurity, confidence, intelligence and instinct.
This second book was well-worth the wait. And if anyone can nag Janine into hurrying on with the third and final one, please do."
AM I TOO MEAN TO MY HEROINE THEN? LOL!

Look at all I do for Milja - I give her a choice between two irresistibly sexy guys! Lucky girl! (Here at After Dark Online I ponder her choice and ask myself which way I'd choose, if it were me.)

I let her meet interesting and very wealthy people who just long to help her out! (Here at Teresa Noelle Roberts' blog I am mildly spoilerish about the very quirky Roshana Veisi and her keen interest in art.)

I take her out to dinner at foreign restaurants! (A sexy excerpt over at the Brit Babes.)

I spend four years lovingly putting her through Hell Heaven! (Jan Graham finds out what my absolute favourite thing about writing erotic romance is.)

And I let her get as kinky as she likes ... even when it shocks me! (Horny Geek Girl hosts me still reeling with shock at how Milja turned out).

So Milja doesn't have anything to complain about really ... does she?


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Monday, 13 March 2017

Blue Monday: Juliette Banks Guests

Every Monday I post a naughty excerpt for your entertainment!

Today's guest is Rachel de Vine (writing as Juliette Banks) with an excerpt from her new novel The Russian Bride.


Viktor took her to a dark and frightening place. It was the love of James that saved her.

Natasha, a Russian-born woman living in London, catches the eye of Viktor, a middle-aged Russian gangster. He wants her as his wife, the mother of his son, and his submissive partner in the kinky sex he enjoys at his isolated home near Saint Petersburg. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him – he just takes what he wants. Surprisingly, Natasha begins to accept her new life. Is she really a natural submissive, or has Viktor brainwashed her? Viktor is adamant that he will not have sex with her until they are married, but he shows her just how kinky he likes it by taking her to orgies held by his friend, and tells her that this is the type of life she can expect as his wife.

Everything turns sour, however, and on a visit to London, Natasha has to flee for her life – where a businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Over the course of the next few days, Natasha tells James her story, and as horrified as he is, he cannot deny his attraction to the beautiful young woman. He vows to help her.

Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk everything to rescue her from this man. Can he do it? And does Natasha return his feelings?

She was in the library one afternoon, bending over Viktor’s desk, avidly reading a book with illustrated erotic tales, and totally immersed in the work so that she did not hear Viktor come in the room and walk across the carpet towards her. The first she knew of his presence was a hand sliding up the back of her leg and under her dress, towards her bare bottom.

“So, my little English Miss is studying my erotic books, is she?”

Natasha jumped at the sound of his voice and began to stand, but his hand pressed her down again.

“Continue reading, my dear. In fact I’d like you to read aloud, please.”

She began to read, haltingly at first, but then with more confidence. As she did, Viktor lifted her dress up and rested it on her back before running the palm of his hand over her bare bottom and down her thighs. The story was about a woman who was being taken roughly by three men, and each time Natasha said something coarse or erotic, Viktor raised his hand and brought it down sharply on her behind.

Raymond pushed several fingers hard into her cunt, which made her gasp... A hard slap on her buttock was Viktor’s response to her saying those words.

...the two other men grabbed her feet on either side and stretched her wide so Raymond had the fullest access to her cunt...

Another slap, on the other buttock, this time. And so it proceeded. Natasha knew that she was becoming wet from desire, and Viktor saw it too. He bent and spoke gruffly into her ear.

“Reading this excites you, Natasha, you filthy harlot. You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, hoarsely.


“Continue reading, my little slut, and while you do I am going to finger fuck you. I can hardly wait until our wedding night. You won’t be able to walk for days after that.”
As she resumed reading, his fingers began to slide through the liquid now pouring from her slit. He found her clit and began to massage it, while pushing two of his fingers into her hole.

Natasha began to pant and found it hard to form the words.

...the two men holding her ankles knelt down and both grabbed the nipple nearest to them and began to pinch it hard, digging their nails into the soft skin while... “Oh sir, I...”

“Don’t stop, little slut.”
...while Raymond rammed four fingers hard into... “Oh, I, please...”
“Don’t you dare stop, my little slut.”
...Raymond rammed four fingers hard into her cunt.

Natasha could read no more; so close was she to her climax. She began to moan, rotating her hips and pushing them towards Viktor in an effort to get more of his fingers into her. She wanted him so desperately; not just his fingers but his cock, deep inside her, and she wondered if he would lose control and ignore his plan of marrying a virgin. But she forgot all of that as she spiralled into ecstasy once more. She forgot where she was, who she was, and for a moment even, she was the woman in the book who had two men holding her ankles while the third pushed his fingers inside her.

“Aahh... aahh... Viktor, oh Viktor, if you only could feel what I feel.”

He pressed himself hard against her bare bottom, and the rigid erection in his trousers was a reminder that one day his cock would be hers.

He whispered into her ear. “I want to fuck you so badly, my little Natasha. But we’re so close now. I only have a short time to wait, and it will be better for having waited for you. But now I must go to Lara and Ekaterina. They are going to be fucked very hard tonight. But you, my little slut, you are to wait here, bent over this desk, with your red bottom on display until I return. That is your penalty for reading these naughty books without my permission. When I return, you will feel a few licks of my belt, little girl. Think about that while I am gone.”

He swiftly left the room, bellowing the two women’s names as he did so. Never had Natasha been so envious of her two friends as she was at that moment. She laid her cheek onto the smooth wood of the desk and contemplated what was ahead of her. Viktor had never hit her with a belt before now, and she was very nervous about the prospect. “Don’t worry, Natasha, its not too bad,” Lara had said one day, when they were discussing such things. “You might even enjoy it.”

It was nearly half an hour before Viktor returned. He had his belt in his hand.

“So my little slut likes to read my filthy stories, does she? I think when we’re married, I’ll have you read to me every night, and then I’ll give you five licks with the belt in payment. What do you think of that?”

“I... I’m a little scared, sir. Will it hurt?”

“Well, yes it will. That is the whole point of it. But I suspect that you are becoming a pain slut, and that you will come to enjoy the belt as much as my hand. I will give you just five today, as it’s your first time. Stay still, and don’t put your hands back to protect yourself, or you might damage them.”

The belt whistled through the air and Natasha felt a sharp burning pain on her bottom. “Ow,” was her only response, however. It hurt, but not as much as she had feared. Perhaps Viktor was right. Perhaps she was a pain slut. He ran the palm of his hand over her buttock, where the belt had undoubtedly left a red mark.

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Juliette Banks (who also writes as Rachel de Vine) lives in a rural part of central England. She began writing erotica three years ago. Most of her books also contain some romance too, because she is a hopeless romantic. She adores travelling the world, and would happily combine writing and travelling, if she had no domestic responsibilities. 

She has written ten erotic romances (as both Rachel and Juliette) for Blushing Books, and has had a short story published in the anthology For the Men and the Women Who Love Them.

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Sunday, 12 March 2017

Ashbless at Eroticon 2017

It's a whole week since I came home from EROTICON 2017 and I still feel like I'm trying to assimilate everything I saw and heard and learned. SO MANY great talks and workshops! It was a packed weekend, and when we weren't in talks and workshops we were chatting to each other networking, ahem, so I spent much of the time in a dazed state of exhaustion. My natural introversion/shyness was pushed to the limit, along with my capacity for gin-and-tonics, but it was all worth it!

Here's 10 Things I Took From Eroticon ... in no particular order:

1) Calories. Way too many calories.


Oh boy, we were well looked after and catered for! The on-tap coffee and tea are the primary necessity for writers driven almost entirely by caffeine, but the food really was great :-)

2) Awareness
There were many great teaching sessions but the one that hit me hardest was Jet Setting Jasmine and King Noire giving an absolutely eye-opening, jaw-dropping presentation on the naked and unabashed racism in the (American) porn industry, and the importance of the language we use and the roles we dole out when we are trying to turn people on.


(I feel bad saying this because it doesn't do justice to the importance of their message, but they were also the most beautiful couple I've ever met in my life).

3) A Hot Octopus T-Shirt!


There was a lot of free swag being handed out, but my fave has to be this tentacular T-shirt from Hot Octopus.

4) Whores of Yore


Dr Kate Lister runs a website called Whores of Yore, which collates an extraordinary collection of vintage / historical photos and depictions of sex-workers. As an academic working on the history of prostitution, her message was "Don't speak for sex-workers without listening to them."

5) The BIGGEST VIBRATOR IN THE WORLD


Okay, maybe not, but I was given a free Doxy Massager as long as my forearm... and I may even dare put it to the test one day, lol!

6) A night with someone I'd met only at a previous Eroticon

WHAT?! She let me share her hotel room/bed so that I could attend on Friday night... I dunno what you guys think I meant...
HUGE thanks to Wendy for looking after me and being such a lovely person!

7) A distinct feeling I should really get my ass onto Twitter sometime

8) Face-time with my editors and fellow writers

Because we work from our own homes and interact through the Net, we can spend literally years being friends with people and working with/for them without ever meeting up. To get to spend time with them face-to-face is a precious and useful thing. Shout-out to Lisa Jenkins of Sinful Press (publisher of In Bonds of the Earth) and Malin James in particular here!

Oh, and apologies to F Leonora Solomon, who was so overcome by the news that In Bonds of the Earth was out that she fell on the floor.

9) Superb readings at the Slam.

Zak of Dirty Sexy Words fame organised the reading slam (13 people, 5 minutes each) and I've got to say I was amazed and impressed (and intimidated) by the quality of the work showcased, from poems to real-life encounters. I need to up my game...

10) An appreciation of Branding

I did worry he would set fire to his beard
Mister Gryphon gave a demonstration of hot branding that was really informative and demystifying. It didn't make me want to try it, but it got me to understand the appeal.

I want to add that the entertainment at the Saturday Night Social was a lot of fun, with Rubyyy Jones's burlesque act a standout.

Thank you Molly and Michael and Girl on the Net for all your vision and your amazing hard work put into the new, reborn EROTICON. Long may it go from strength to strength!

Mugs from FUCK.COM and GIRL ON THE NET

Friday, 10 March 2017

I have no shame: Blog-tour roundup #4

Arthur Hacker: And There Was A Great Cry In Egypt (1897)
The Angel of Death in that picture looks a bit guilt-stricken, frankly. Maybe it's because she forgot to get dressed before she set out to slaughter all the First-Born?

Me? I have no shame left. Ask me anything... so long as it doesn't involve spoilers, lol

Jacqueline Brocker asked me some pretty probing questions for sure, like how I managed the unsettling relationship between my heroine and her demon lover. But Jacqui, I like that it's unsettling!

Rose Caraway demanded proof that I wasn't just making shit up about Ethiopia, so I had to show her the photos...

Ashe Barker posted an excerpt from one of the most problematic sex-scenes in the book. All I'm sayin' is ... If that makes you uncomfortable, just wait for Book 3, lol!

Books and Banter let me off fairly lightly, asking what was the most annoying thing about Mr Ashbless. Oh dear. Don't tell him 😜


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Wednesday, 8 March 2017

"Did you spill my pint?": Blog-tour roundup #3

Alexander Louis Leloir: Jacob Wrestling with the Angel (1865)
The In Bonds of the Earth blog tour rumbles aggressively onward, picking fights like an angel with a bad attitude 😉

This week I was over at K D Grace's place for the second half of my two-parter about angels: this time "What makes your angels different, Ashbless?" (Sneak preview: mine are gigantic jerks who need a round of sensitivity training and/or a good slap)

Then I picked a fight with my head-fuck hero Egan, in an interview over at Slave Nano's blog. I adore character interviews because it really helps me to drill down into the character and put my fingers on sore, squirmy bits they'd rather I didn't know about ... Egan certainly didn't enjoy it!


AND... *ding ding: round three*

Over at Emmanuelle de Maupassant's blog I make the bold claim that ANGELS AND DRAGONS ARE THE SAME THING - and what's more, I have proof! Fight, anyone?

Or maybe just a little lie-down and a nice cup of tea... after all, this writing life is bloody exhausting. At Lisabet Sarai's I talk about how much it has transformed me personally, and the incredible places it has taken me. For beginner writers: let this be a dire warning you heed!


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Monday, 6 March 2017

Blue Monday special: video reading

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 For those of you who missed the Facebook Launch Party, here's the vid of mine own fair self reading a Naughty Bit from In Bonds of the Earth.

(Additional background whimpering noises courtesy of my dog)

And here is a FABULOUS 5-STAR Amazon review from the wonderful Kate Douglas:

I honestly don’t know what to say. This book is amazing—it’s like reading an erotic poem masquerading as prose. The author finds such a beautiful rhythm with her words—descriptions of settings and action whether a hotel room or church, a forest or an erotic scene between Azazel and Milja—give a sense of the scene that’s absolutely visceral in both perception and impact. Even the violence when it occurs is so well-written, like a nightmare set to some unheard rhythm.

I didn’t know what to expect when I read Cover Him With Darkness, the first in the trilogy, but I thought I might have a feel for this one. I was wrong—nothing is as expected, and yet everything fits perfectly. Milja Petak’s character is at once siren and child, seductress and innocent, and I found myself looking at Azazel as a rather large, overly sexed child. No filters, no rules, cruel and yet loving, but thoughtless, like a little boy, thinking mostly of himself—and Milja when it suits him. Or when she calls.

I’m still trying to figure out Egan who, in his own way, is more twisted than Azazel, trapped in his religious duty while lusting after Milja. I think he truly loves her, but he is so conflicted that I want to throttle him. I’m not religious, so I might not be the right person to have opinions on a story so steeped in religious history, but I love the detail and the background. I did some religious studies in college (almost fifty years ago!) and the classes were pretty dry and boring. If the professor had taught with Ms. Ashbless’s books at hand, I might have paid more attention!

This is truly a work of art—the author has taken the most difficult part of a trilogy—the middle— and made it absolutely fascinating. (It’s so easy to bog down in the middle—I see no bogging here!) I will admit to a frustrated whimper when I finished the last page. Ms. Ashbless, please! Write faster! I have no idea how she plans to end this amazing story, but it’s going to drive me nuts waiting to find out!"


Thank you Kate!
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Friday, 3 March 2017

A nice quiet weekend

Piotr Stachiewicz (1856-1938)

It's done! In Bonds of the Earth has been officially released, and I can collapse in a heap at the foot of the stairs now ;-) In fact, on Monday I can go back to writing Vol.3: The Prison of the Angels - YAY!

But first I have a weekend of fun with writers, publishers, activists and performers at EROTICON 2017 - including meeting up with Lisa of Sinful Press at last. I am really looking forward to this - the erotica community is a wonderful thing.


In the meantime, some Blog Tour roundup for this week just gone, and I've had to dig into things that might be wiser not confessed for these:

K D Grace had me over at her blog asking the perspicacious question, "Why angels, Janine? What makes them so great to write about?" Ooh - don't get me started!

Ian Smith interviewed me on his blog and poked the feeble remnants of my brain with challenging questions like "What book do you wish you could have written?"

And here's another lovely interview over at Carla Atherstone's place. "Have you ever written anything that was too extreme to publish?" Here's hoping my Black Lace editor doesn't read the answer to that one...

I really enjoy a good online probing,  LOL. Thank you KD, Ian and Carla! 

Wednesday, 1 March 2017

In Bonds of the Earth Release Party Today!

I've been recording VIDEO READINGS!

In Bonds of the Earth is officially released! All pre-orders should have gone out to Kindles and stuff (I know someone got his at 1 a.m!).

And I'm having a PARTAAAAAAY on Facebook! Here's the link (YOU ARE ALL INVITED) and here's the blurb:
8 - 10pm UK  
3 - 5pm Pacific 
12 noon -2pm Eastern

We will be having fun and games, as well as giveaways. Up for grabs will be ebook copies and paperback copies of In Bonds of the Earth as well as Amazon vouchers and the chance to win a personalised short story by Janine Ashbless. Janine will also be reading extracts from the novel which you don’t want to miss! Please join us, and be warned, there will be drinking involved 😉
 
My dog will be watching you disapprovingly from the doorway tho.