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Monday, June 6, 2011

MY MONDAY - ELIZABETH BLACK

Today we have Elizabeth Black visiting us. Tell us something about yourself:

Elizabeth Black's erotic fiction has been published by Romance Divine, Circlet Press, Excessica, Xcite (U. K.), Whiskey Creek Press Torrid, Scarlet Magazine (U. K.), Torquere Press, and Fanny Press. Her fiction ranges from very erotic romantic paranormal comedies to darker erotic horror stories. Her werewolf novella "Feral Heat" was Romance Divine's current #1 bestseller at AllRomanceEbooks in late 2009. She won "Best Short Horror Story" with the Preditors and Editors Poll Awards 2008 for her short erotic horror story "Sweet Spot", published by Whiskey Creek Press Torrid in its "Monster Mash" Halloween anthology. An accomplished essayist, she was the sex columnist for the pop culture e-zine nuts4chic (also U. K.) until it folded in 2008. Her articles about sex, erotica, and relationships have appeared in Good Vibrations Magazine, Alternet, CarnalNation, the Ms. Magazine Blog, Sexis Magazine, On The Issues, Sexy Mama Magazine, and Circlet blog. She also writes sex toys reviews for several sex toys companies.


STAGE SCREW
Here's an excerpt from STAGE SCREW. Sam Hightower is a stage gaffer (lighting) whose lover Grant Newsome also works the set with him. They are bisexual werewolves and open to new partners. Sam has his eye on Tyler, who is a dancer with the traveling company rehearsing onstage that day. Sam's problem is that he tends to shift into werewolf form when sexually aroused, as he is in this excerpt.

"If you keep staring at me like that I'm going to have to take you right here behind the flats."
Tyler towered over Sam, a bundle of sinew and erotic tension ready to snap if Sam so much as laid a finger on him. Gone was the shy dancer who had accosted him only hours before. The man commanded obedience. Sweat beaded on his face, arms, and chest, emitting an animalistic smell that made goosebumps ripple on Sam's arms. While he bore a striking resemblance to Grant, elegant heat and grace poured from every inch of his luscious body in ways Grant could only dream.
Tyler grabbed Sam by the front of his black t-shirt, yanked him against that firm chest, and crushed his lips against Sam's mouth. Gasping for air, Sam melted against Tyler's fevered embrace. Over his shoulder he saw the full moon out the window, and his muscles reacted to his arousal. They pulsed and lengthened, panicking Sam who didn't want to shift in the middle of the hottest kiss he'd had in months. His heart leaped as their tongues danced a duet. He fisted the lamps, arms cramping but unwilling to break their kiss to sit the lamps down. His chest cramped as it grew, threatening to tear his shirt. Sam breathed deeply, trying in vain to calm his heated arousal. Sensitive to the touch, his skin rippled at Tyler's feather-like finger brushings. Cool air chilled Sam's arms and hardened his nipples as his skin trembled in savage delight. Tyler's arms wrapped around Sam's waist, holding him as he swooned in the dancer's embrace.
Sam pressed his groin against Tyler's body. An erection strained against his leotard, pressing into Sam's thigh. Sam lifted his leg to rub his thigh against Tyler's cock, and it jumped, making Sam hitch in his breath with excitement. The lamps, heavy like restraints weighing him down, rendered him helpless.
When Tyler pulled away Sam whimpered, eager to continue their kiss, but instead of ending their embrace Tyler's lips pressed against his cheek. He ran those soft lips along Sam's jaw until they pressed against the pulse pounding in his throat.

 Feral Heat