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Very Restrained Foreplay: Handcuffs in Hollywood

23 May

pinkHandcuffs in sex have such obvious symbology.  Restraint, trust, control, giving-up-control — they are probably one of the most accepted forms of kink in society today.

Is Hollywood is responsible for this?  Over the years 3 popular motifs for using handcuffs in movies have been established, rendering cold steel law enforcement tools into something that brings a smile onto most faces when introduced into a film.

1) Two Individuals Forced To Act As One

In 1930 the Hays code was introduced to Hollywood–thus handcuffing films to a moral vision of America–but in England where Hitchcock made THE 39 STEPS the Hays code was not in play.  Hitchcock’s film was probably the first to introduce the motif of two reluctant individuals Forced To Act As One by being handcuffed together.

Not to worry--sandwiches keep things from getting too sexy in this movie.

Not to worry–sandwiches keep things from getting too sexy in this movie.

In THE 39 STEPS it’s bad enough for the reluctant heroine–originally an innocent bystander and witness–that she’s been handcuffed, shot at by the police and dragged over the bleak northern countryside of England by some strange idiot, now her stockings are wet and they have to hide out at an inn overnight pretending to be honeymooners.

A somewhat sexy, somewhat comedic scene develops as they try to eat their sandwiches while she gets her stockings off so they can dry in front of the fire.  After all, we wouldn’t want her to catch cold, now would we?  Ridiculously risque for its time, Hitchcock underplays the scene for sex, letting the idea of the situation work its magic in the mind of movie goers.

Over time this motif was played out again and again.

handcuffed overnight = sleeping together in a bed.

bowie

Who wouldn’t want to be handcuffed to David Bowie?

THE 39 STEPS used the motif as a metaphor, I would argue, to explore how newlyweds at the time  married perhaps before having sex (or even knowing each other very well) and then had to navigate the awkward moments when sex mixed with the homely aspects of domesticity.  Because the idea involved a compression of time–from strangers to lovers in a day or so –the new motif was picked up by Hollywood instantly.  Now when we see it we understand the code: the movie script is forcing couplehood upon two complete strangers.  If they’re handcuffed together in a movie we instantly know they’ll be a couple at the end.

2) The Guy Who Gets Caught Being A Kinky Idiot

True Blood

Jason on True Blood exemplifies the idiot who winds up handcuffed.

Obviously movies have –and still do exploit — the motif of a woman handcuffed and in peril.  But the next phase of movie handcuff motifs to become popular involved the slightly hapless guy who was willing to go there–probably with a prostitute or some kind of dangerously sexual woman–and he winds up being discovered by his friends the next morning handcuffed and looking like an idiot.

Yet the idea of women’s sexual liberation was gradually seeping into movies throughout the 80′s until you found a shake up in this motif.  The new-age intelligent guy was willing to embrace a woman’s sexual power.  Robert D.In fact, he wanted to be the object of that power, and wanted to be handcuffed in bed by a woman. For the first time we see sexy, sensual men playing out a scenario where a trusted woman partner takes control in the bedroom and everyone is happy.

Movies moved back and forth from the “I’ll do anything because I’m such a gullible sex crazed idiot” to the “Yeah, sexy lady, take control.  I trust you, I want you to do whatever you want with me.”

And if men wanted women to do it, well, that must mean that handcuffs were a non-threatening sexual activity and it was okay for anyone who wanted to do it. This gave birth to:

3) The Character Who’s Not Supposed To Be Kinky But Actually IS

BuffyEven Buffy’s mom in the notorious ‘Band Candy’ episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer turns out to have taken a pair of handcuffs off a cop–presumably to use on Buffy’s mentor Giles when no one’s looking.

There are two new and recent variations of handcuffs played out in movies — I’m wondering how these motifs will affect the shape of things to come.

In Bounty Hunter–a mostly boring film–the premise driving the whole adventure is that Jennifer Anniston winds up handcuffed by her sexy ex, Gerard Butler, who’s a bounty hunter.  Shenanigans ensue.  Anniston’s character shows her resourceful pluck in a scene where even though she’s the one in handcuffs she takes the dominant position in bed and works her wiles on the ex to gain control of the situation.jennifer

The rest of the film is dreadful, but the idea of dynamic cunning in a female character is excellent. Usually we see unexpected just-can’t-pin-her-down stuff deployed in movies by bad girl characters.  These characters come to no good in the end because they’re proven to be morally bankrupt.  It’s nice to see a prototypical ‘good girl’ like Anniston getting to show some wily empowerment.

Spring Breakers.  This film has been very controversial. The movie explores the ways in which we set sweet young edgy things loose in our sex-oriented, sexually liberated society and then cringe (or get turned on) as we watch them navigate these waters.  We are bracing ourselves for how–or when–it’s all going to go terribly, terribly wrong.

spring breakersThe director deliberately cast the film with real life sweet-young-thing starlets to underscore the way in which–these days–sweet can flip to edgy in a split second.  The film uses a style that simultaneously shows their self-exploitment AND exploits their youth and desirability.  It’s like a horror film for parents.

So thanks to Hollywood, I think handcuffs used for sex have a much lower embarrassment factor than they once had. A few years back we were helping some friends get through a very disorganized move, packing up their stuff even as we were moving it out of their rental.  At one point our guy friend was like “Don’t go anywhere NEAR that top dresser drawer!” DH and I looked at each other.  Vibrators? Dildos? Whips? Meanwhile our woman friend was like, “Oh, whatever. I’ll take care of it.” DH and I looked at each other, mouthing ‘handcuffs.’   A few moments later she came back with a black plastic trash bag clutched in one hand with something that rattled inside.

DH winked at me, I giggled.  This was totally unlike the level of our reaction when we discovering DH’s buddy is into wife-swapping. (But that’s a story for another day. ;> )

He’s Handy! Carpenters & Their Big Sexy Tools

20 May
You see two scruffy dudes.  I see guys who know what to do with a drill.

You see two scruffy dudes. I see guys who know what to do with a drill.

I love my husband and so do other women.  Even our lesbian neighbors across the street light up when his name is invoked.  Is it his height, his his flowing locks, his worldly sophistication? No, for he has none of these.  His wit, intelligence, charm and his abilities as an excellent provider? No–Instead they marvel over our new raised bed or custom build closet shelves.  ”He’s handy!” they gush.

Face it, everybody loves a carpenter guy.

Clean Sweep Guy--a genius with plywood.

Clean Sweep Guy–a genius with plywood.

It’s true.  I live with a guy who knows what to do with a drill.  Mentally I give thanks whenever DH aims himself at a problem, tools in hand and says, “don’t worry about it.” This is the man for whom–as Jimmy Carter would say–”I have lust in my heart.”

Was it back when Clean Sweep started that our cultural reverence for the handyman carpenter dude started? I sat through an entire commercial break for Cupcake Wars trying to remember.

Then the commercial for Carter Oosterhouse came on.  Built like a hot hockey player, Carter can fix things just by smiling at them.   The Clean Sweep guy was a genius with a two by four, some plywood and paint, but Carter can make a project perfect just by taking his shirt off and thinking wholesome thoughts.

The Cupcake Wars dudes aren’t bad either.  Twins in plaid, they make your fantasy cupcake display dreams come true.

Cable guy--man of our dreams.  Not!

Cable guy–man of our dreams. Not!

We don’t seem to have the same kind of reverence for other kinds of delivery men.  I don’t know what it was about milk men of yore that had women so hot and bothered, but he has not been replaced by the mail man, the cable guy, or the dude who comes and mows the lawn.  (At our house that happens to be DH too.  While the women on our street never chased after him while he mowed the lawn, once time our neighbor’s overly affectionate pet turkey did.)

So what’s extra special about carpenters?  I’m not sure, but when my husband was a carpenter for a while, I learned a few things about them.

A) Measure Twice, Cut Once.  It turns out that there’s a lot of precision that goes into carpentry.  The devil’s in the details, DH likes to say.  I lick my lips thinking over these words and imagine running my hands over his taut abs under that tool belt.  Perhaps it’s the display of absolute competence that thrills ladies to the core.

Carter the carpenter.

Carter the carpenter.

B) Carpenters Are All Over Educated.  My husband after going to grad school worked for as a finish carpenter.  No one working for the contractor had less than a master’s degree and a few had Ph.D’s.  Even the painter had an advanced degree.  Carpentry is one of the few manual labor jobs in America that tends to garner as much respect as being a ‘professional.’  Why? See ‘A’ above.

C) Carpenters Are Conscientious and Patient.  It’s the nature of the beast in their job.  They have to keep track of everything–there is are all kinds of little things that have to be done at the right time and in the right order for projects to work out right.  Meanwhile, most people have a hard time visualizing changes to a space in advance.  Then there’s trying to imagine what the trim and knobs will look like when the cupboards are complete, and the floor is in. You think people can visualize this in advance and pick out exactly what they want? Fuhgettaboutit.  So Carpenters are used to people changing their minds. They are patient and understanding, remain

Oosterhouse--pant. pant.

Oosterhouse–pant. pant.

flexible and are willing to do something over from scratch.  (Of course they put the hurt on you for all this when you get the bill, but that’s a different story.)

Ultimately, the fantasy about having your own carpenter guy is the dream of having control over your home, and not letting strangers come in, rip it apart, and leave it that way for as long as they like.  I’m living that fantasy people, and I (mentally) fall to my knees thanking the good lord every day for it.

On Cupcake Wars some finalist will ask one of the carpenter guys to build her  a twelve foot high replica of Mt.Rushmore from recycled materials with the words “All We Want Is Peace” spelled out in fairy lights and native plants across the bottom of the rotating display.  In an hour.  The carpenter dude usually takes a second to give her a kind of “really?” look and then he says ‘okay’ and makes it happen.

Love you, handy man.

Love you, handy man.

That is the number one reason why we love carpenter guys.

Kirk or Spock?

16 May

by Madeline Iva

Pepsi or Coke? Logolas or Aragorn? (Or are you one of those weirdos out there who prefers Frodo?) We women really seem to line up on different sides when it comes to the types of men we like. Why is that?  Does it all come down to the guys who thrill vs. the guy who’s chill?

Of course Spock.

Spock's hittin' it

Spock’s hittin’ it

Of course Legolas–but I have a sneaking suspicion you won’t agree with me.  [Fist pump with my sisters out there who do.]

Chris Pine you are fine.

Chris Pine you are fine.

My first crush was on Spock. (I won’t even tell you what movie.)  And I’ve been faithful ever since.

Original Spock--accept no substitutes.

Original Spock–accept no substitutes.

And I’d bet money that those women out there who prefer Kirk would also prefer Aragorn.  Don’t know why, it’s just a gut feeling.

--And we--love. Men who talk. Using strange...pauses. In their speech.

–And we–love. Men who talk. Using strange…pauses. In their speech.

The latest Star Trek is coming out.  [Let the summer movie extravaganzas begin!] I’ll be interested in seeing it because I don’t know…ladies, I may be jumping ship.

While Spock’s getting it on with Uhura, I’m going to be checking out a third dark horse in the race for yumminess: Bones.Hot!

Karl Urban was recently in a not-too-bad reboot of the Judge Dredd franchise.  He’s cute, people.  Have you noticed that? And I’m saying that after watching him play Dredd–where we never saw his face.  His side kick was kinda okay too btw.

Damn it Jim, Karl's hawt.

Damn it Jim, Karl’s hawt.

So you tell me in the comments below — Kirk or Spock? (Or have you been reading fan fic where they *ahem* are both together?) Who’s open minded out there and willing to toss Bones into the ring as a contender?

Oh wait! You know what–they should call this movie STAR TRECK: VOYAGE INTO EXPONENTIAL HOTNESS.  Because hey look–Benedict Cumberbach is playing the bad guy.  And B.C. –if you’ve been following the BBC’S SHERLOCK — he’s just riveting.Benedict

So you know where I’ll be Friday night.  Meanwhile, if you’re home over the weekend and you’d rather stay inside in front of your own TV to watch some action adventure, here are two DVD’s to check out:

Dredd — as I told you, it’s not. that. bad.  Harsh, with cool slo-mo effects and a great villian-ness.

Dredd and his girly side-kick.

Dredd and his girly side-kick.

I thought that Lena Headey (see my Bad Mommy post) was an awesome–practically stole the movie.  Funnily enough her character’s name was ‘Mama’.

Lena rocks it as the villain--of course.

Lena rocks it as the villain–of course.

Check out John Carter as well.  It got panned quickly for no real good reason that I can see.  Really, it’s just fine.  And the princess isn’t a size zero–that was refreshing.  It’s long though,–so make sure to settle in with a snack–but it’s honest, bouncing fun.  Makes up for the last few wretched Star Wars flicks.

Johnny Boy & a princess

Johnny Boy & a princess

 

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Bad Mommy

13 May
Virginia Kantra's selkie needs to git some now.

Virginia Kantra’s selkie needs to git some now.

by Madeline Iva

Yeah, it was mother’s day this weekend.   A day of motherly love, and were was I? I went to a workshop where we discussed gender expectations in romances and how as an author you cross those readerly expectations at your own peril.

Virginia Kantra was the author who spoke to our group.  She pointed out that while heroes we love can often be violent –and if they are vampires even kill people left and right–but god forbid a heroine be sexually aggressive or slightly bitchy.

Yet there were a lot of exceptions to this rule.  Urban Fantasy heroines, for example, can be very kick-ass and aggressive.  (I love you, paranormal readers.  You like freaks and monsters–the misunderstood and the outsiders.  In the words of Avril Lavrine: I’m with you.)

AbFabAlso things are different in comedy.  Characters who are expressing their core truths can get away with not conforming to ‘good girl’ rules. You can also bend the rules in mystery, where a woman is more likely to swallow her mistrust for humanity like a shot of whiskey with a loneliness chaser.

In the end, Kantra suggested that we off-set the less-than-compassionate behavior of our heroine with her love for lost pets, old people, and young children.  Kantra related how one of her books had a particularly persnickety heroine, and said “you’ve never seen a book with so many stray cats and dogs in it.” ;>

Meanwhile, we never got around to discussing at the workshop how modern society is coining new terms for women.  For instance, the topic of Cougars and how we write about them in romances never came up.  (Is it because they’re mostly in erotic romances?)

Gossip GirlWhat about M.I.L.F.’s?  Even if the new terms for women are kind of derogatory, once there is a term that’s recognized you can stick that kind of a woman in a romance and your readers will recognize her and–I would argue–accept her.

We have terms for romance genres that we don’t even have equivalent terms for in real life.  What about all those romances with secret baby themes? Those were around for a long time before the term ‘baby mama’ was coined.

I mean, this is what I love about romance– it’s all about gender 24/7 in all its permutations and weirdness and glory.

Meanwhile, I’d like to take a moment to appreciate BAD MOTHERS  of three specific varieties.

First, my favorite:  those amazing women on the small screen who rivet us with their selfishness, their style, and their relentless insistence that there is so much more to life than being a breeder.

edina

Edina’s daughter is never going to have as much fun as her mother is. Oh well!

Jennifer Saunders as Edina in Absolutely Fabulous: Edina is gloriously absorbed in the dream world of her inner fantasy life.  Plunged into the work of staving off a thousand insecurities.  Edina is friends for life with Patsy–a fashion plate so lacking in motherly genes that she was probably born without female genitalia.  Edina is a genius at violating every ‘should’ in the book of how to raise your child and be a proper mum.  Saunders is always so over the top that we recognize the spoiled child in all of us.  We long to give that child free rein. We enjoy watching her do so because she is off yet again like a hound chasing fun and notoriety.  That or she’s milking the facile teats of society like a mad dairy maid.  Such is Saunder’s genius that when she does, she makes us love it.

lucille

Tell it like it is, Lucille.

Jessica Walters as Lucille Bluth in Arrested Development:  She’s another relentless example of how simmering sexuality, relentless glamour, and blind entitlement refuse to die just because a woman pops out a child or four.  The fun of watching Lucille’s character is that she’s mastered the various faces of pious motherhood.  They’re masks she wears and they fool no one, but still,  she’ll put them on to get what she wants, if somewhat surprised and weary that her children still insist upon her wearing them.  The tiny bit of every real mother that ruthlessly judges her children’s lives forever lives on in Lucille Bluth.

Nancy

Uh-oh. Someone’s gonna be a very bad girl.

Mary-Louise Parker as Nancy Botwin in Weeds:  Like Michael Correleone in The Godfather, Nancy, in order to save her family, ends up destroying them. In this case what she’s destroying is her children’s innocence.  MLP is a great example of a woman who just isn’t that good at long range planning. Keeping her head above water day-to-day often consumes all the brain cells she’s got and when the slog becomes too much, her greatest character flaw is her distractability.  Overpowered by an urge for a mocha-latte freeze and the need to bat her big M.I.L.F. bambi eyes at some muscled torso, Nancy forgets what her kids are up to, emerging from her caffeine daze  to realize oh, her son’s just killed someone.

Next we have those moms who are examples that yes, despite evolution, some women are born without a maternal bone in their body.

Betty

Smoke a cigarette or shut down my daughter’s self-esteem? Hmmmm.

Roseanne Barr in Roseanne: Her crime is that even though she has the capacity to love her children and be a good mother to them, she’s far more devoted to enjoying the dregs of discomfort caused by the twisted machinations of humanity.  She’ll prioritize enjoying that discomfort over being a mother any day–even when the joke’s on her.

Betty Draper in Mad Men: The contrapuntal situation of a woman with no motherly instincts living at a time when all women were raised to take on the starring role of mommy bespeaks the jaded irony of the age.  Kudos to the writers who had the courage to simply put that irony out there and let us watch, trusting that we’d get it.

Cersei

What a great actress–what a bad role model her character is. Incest–eesh!

Circe Lannister in Game of Thrones: She’s a fine example of how Having It All is so not having it all, when men rule the game and she wants to get out there with the big boys and play the game too.  It’s frustrating enough to drive her into performing every bad behavior she can think of–in a small tiny way, she often has our sympathy.

Maggs Bennett in Justified:  She’s a great example of the momma who eats some of her babies when under stress.

Finally, I’d like to take a moment to appreciate those reality moms who lead by example.  The examples is what you shouldn’t do every single moment of your life but it’s still an example.  We witness and we learn.  Their cautionary tales provide us with the soothing comfort of comparison–no matter how we’re raising our kids, we’re out-performing this lot.

Octo-mom.  Sad. :(

Mama J

Yes, Mama June. You’re a strong woman too. But she does have in addition to a mangled toe, a surprisingly soft side on the show.

Mama June of Here Comes Honey Boo-Boo: In a way it’s not fair to include Mama June in this category.  I would opine that Mama June is the red neck Kris Kardashian of reality TV world and she’s laughing hard enough to jiggle her three chins all the way to the bank.  She started off the show with her exponentially fattening family, a baby daddy, a pregnant teenage daughter, and about two hundred pounds of excess flesh. The clever underlying theme of the show is that even if she has a bit of an addiction to bulk coupon shopping, and even if she is ignorant about almost everything, she IS a good mama.  For instance, on a hot day when the family passes by a river that has signs posted about brain eating bacteria in the water, she suggests the children stay out of it.

All the young women in Teen Mom: the slide from reality show infamy to skeezy porn is a short sharp plunge for these girls who take pride in their bad choices.  Who raised these girls?

The Lusty Month of May: Three Recommendations

9 May
Spring

I’m getting high on beauty.

By Madeline Iva

“That lovely month when ev’ry one goes–blissfully astray.”

March is when spring comes–ha! For a week out in the West maybe.  And all March brings to the Northeast is a mini-winter.

Even in the South–where the lucky folk get a glorious burst of tulips and daffodils that smite the eyes with beauty–March and April are flirty, edgy and inconstant.  It’s not until May that spring truly arrives.  It’s not until May when the deep promise of fertility roams across the land. May is green.  May is warm.  May is lusty.

What's she doing with those hands? Collecting flowers? Right.

What’s she doing with those hands? Collecting flowers? Right.

Botticelli’s Primavera, also known as the Allegory of Spring presents the arrival of spring. The three graces dance: they are beauty, joy, and charm.  In my garden the three graces are peonies, daisies, and roses. All of them have started to bloom and the garden is at its best in this month.

Here are some other welcome spring arrivals to my TBR pile.  Two authors I like, doing what they do best and one new author to try:

Graces

Beauty, Joy, and Charm. In my garden otherwise known as peonies, daisies, and roses.

Curve Ball by Charlotte Stein (and hey!–it’s only .99 cents!) When Judy Myers is offered a relaxing vacation to get away from her latest heartbreak, she can’t say no. A cruise on her brother’s yacht sounds like heaven…until she realises her brother’s best friend has been invited along for the ride. Steven Stark is big, he’s loud, and he’s obviously not interested in the plump, plain little sister he used to tease unmercifully. In fact, he’s still quite happy to tease her – until she turns the tables on him.

Soul Possession by Maya Banks  Jessie spends a hot night with two sexy-as-sin detectives, only to be accused of murder the very next day. But when Jessie becomes the target of a serial killer, her two detectives will risk everything to have her back in their arms—and in their bed…

and

Primavera

“Bite me, Zephryus”. That’s the nymph Chloris speaking to the March winds. Later they marry and he turns her into the goddess of spring, who scatters roses on the ground.

Agent of Desire by Charlie Evans (Jessica Booker #1–in a series)*An Erotic Spy Thriller* Adrenaline junkie Jessica Booker joined the CIA to take on bad guys and flirt with danger. And with perks like sleeping with hot foreign men added into the mix, well…it’s a pretty sweet deal. Now in Paris, she’s about to take on her second assignment as an official agent but is caught off guard when her new handler turns out to be Sims, a sexy CIA instructor. Sims was hard enough to resist in the classroom—in the field, he’s a dangerous distraction. To make matters worse, Jessica’s target is a gorgeous Frenchman who manages to put her in the most compromising positions—positions she doesn’t altogether mind.

Cozy Up With Liz Everly

7 May

4148215487_6c34839a00Liz is still off at a writer’s conference, but here’s a chance to catch up on some of her posts that you may have missed. –Enjoy!

Liz talks about honey and researching bees for her upcoming culinary romance.

Liz praises men in kilts.

Liz reviews Amanda Usens’ hawt culinary romance.

On sexy desserts.

Need more of Liz? She’ll be back on Saturday with Sexy Saturday Round Up.

The Next Bond: Idris Elba

6 May

by Madeline Iva

Elba's stint on The Wire showed he can play a man's man, and a ladies' man equally well.

Elba’s stint on The Wire showed he can play a man’s man, and a ladies’ man equally well.

I’m joining in with others who are voting for Idris Elba to play Bond in the next 007 film.  Many of you know him from the exceptionally excellent television show The Wire.  There he played Russell ‘Stringer’ Bell and walked away with the show in his pocket.

He also served a turn on The Office and showed that he has a sense of humor by playing an uptight corporate man with none.

Since then he’s mostly gone with science-fiction/horror movies.  He was in 28 Weeks later, Thor, and Prometheus (which was a prequell to Alien, sort of.  What it really was was a botched job of editing.) Soon he’ll be appearing in Pacific Rim, a kind of Godzilla remake.

Ultimately, Idris hits the sweet spot playing a ‘man’s man.’ His appeal to women when playing these roles is undeniable.

Idris Elba was a captivating villain on The Wire.

After his role on The Wire, Elba says major drug dealers come up to him on the street and confess all their dirty deeds.

Look, I loved Daniel Craig in Casino Royale, but as the Bond franchise keeps scrambling to keep themselves relevant, they need to be careful not to doing another Roger Moore–keeping an actor around so long he becomes a parody of the role.  I thought the latest Bond film–which so many loved–was dreadful.  Skyfall should have been called Sky fail.

Daniel Craig is at his best looking cold and unfeeling but with tortured pain at the back of his blue mica chip eyes.  Yet the franchise doesn’t want that look of pain to translate as back pain from a man doing too many stunts.

28 Weeks Later

Idris Elba is often cast as a man in charge. We like it when he’s in charge.

London is now an international city with a new demographic.  The Bond franchise seemed to run out of steam in the last film, as if they just didn’t know what to do with this relic of the past. Idris Elba is cast a lot as a man of the future–(remember all those sci-fi films?) and could highlight the changes that London and England are experiencing with the rise of the 21st century.

The whole franchise could freshen up and have new roads to travel with him.  We ladies, meanwhile, will get to spend a little more on screen time with a long tall drink of mmmhmmm. ;>

The next Bond.  We hope.

The next Bond. We hope.

Sweaty Dirty Fun: Avery Flynn’s Treasure Hunting Erotica PASSION CREEK

2 May
PassionLady Smut put five questions to Avery Flynn, author of PASSION CREEK. Flynn was praised for “totally erotic hot scenes” by one reviewer.  Here’s a blurb:
 
Uptight history professor Sam Layton may have the abs of a movie action hero, but he stopped believing in the joy of adventure a long time ago. However, when a one-night stand with a tattooed bombshell leads to a treasure map for the long-buried Rebecca’s Bounty, the call to action is too strong to ignore.
All Las Vegas cocktail waitress Josie Winarsky wants to do is paint. But when she lands smack dab in the middle in a mob plot, she has to push aside her dreams to find a treasure in Dry Creek, Nebraska and save her family from harm. With Sam at her side and a Vegas loan shark on her tail, the treasure she finds turn out to be much more valuable than emeralds and rubies.
 

SeductionMADELINE IVA: I’m always drawn to erotic romance authors who like including mucho hot sex, but also a solid plot.  Are you the same way as well? Tell us about the plot of Passion Creek?

AVERY FLYNN: Oh yes, every book needs a plot. For Passion Creek the plot centers around a treasure that has been missing for more than a hundred years. Even though Sam doesn’t want to work with Josie they end up going on a treasure hunt together.
 
MADELINE IVA: One of your books stars a Hot Nerdy Guy – I LOVE hot nerdy guys!!!! What do you think is the appeal of a hot geek?
 
AVERY FLYNN: Smart is sexy. Oh my God, is smart sexy. :) Add a great butt and you’ve got my favorite type of hero.

TemptationMADELINE IVA: Did you face struggles on your road to publication?

AVERY FLYNN: It did involve a couple of nights of crying into my beer. :) I’ve always wanted to be a writer. The first stories I wrote were about my stuffed animals. These were not romance (thank God). My love of romance wouldn’t come until years later when I discovered Johanna Lindsey’s Mallery family. Temptation Creek was the first book I ever wrote. Evernight took a real risk on a new author who mixed in smartass with suspense and a whole lot of steam.
 
MADELINE IVA: Tell us a little more about Evernight Publishing.
 
AVERY FLYNN: Evernight is open to authors who want to take risks and mix genres, which is so much fun.
 

JackMADELINE IVA:  I love humor in romance myself, and I’m always scanning the horizon for funny erotic romance authors.  Who’s out there writing the smexy that makes you laugh?

AVERY FLYNN:  One of my favorite funny authors is Dakota Cassidy. She is hysterical. My favorite erotica author is Maya Banks. Damn is she hot.
 
–Thanks so much for having me over. It has been a blast!
 
MADELINE IVA: My pleasure!
 
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Seeing Everything In Black & White: Vera Wang’s Totally Whack Bridal Gowns

29 Apr
Bridesmaids--or slutty looking idiots? You decide.

Bridesmaids–or slutty looking idiots? You decide.

I was a child bride, married so long ago I don’t even retain memories of the event.  After a few decades my peers caught up and started pairing off and I’ve been very lucky. I’ve never had to endure spending a bajillion dollars on some funky bridesmaid’s dress with shoes dyed to match.  Which is not to say I haven’t been tormented by being in weddings, because, oh I have.  For all three weddings I’ve been a bridesmaid-ish-sort-of-thing in I’ll admit it, I totally choked under pressure when it came down to what to wear.

In one wedding (to a friend-who-was-as-close-as-a-sister) the entire enormous wedding party was told to wear whatever they wanted as long as it was black.  Yes, black.  Hmmmm.

Wedding? Or extra fancy funeral--you decide.

Wedding? Or extra fancy funeral–you decide.

(I started wondering if I could somehow back out, but given that I’d missed her first wedding…).  So I had a seamstress copy a mauve sheath dress that I loved in black.  Only she convinced me to use this totally cool fabric that was made of some special fancy silk, but somehow managed to look a) horrible on me and b) like cheap polyester when the dress was done.  There was that funny look I got from the bride when she first saw me, but the day was about her, not me, so we pushed past it, and I ducked the cameras as much as I could.

No I did not dip my arms in a pool of black paint.

No I did not dip my arms in a pool of black paint.

With my sister’s wedding I was told to wear something champagne.  So I found a champagne pant suit.  Now, I’ve never worn a pant suit in my life, but I wore it with nylons and no undies to make sure all was smooth, if you know what I mean. The only problem was the photos.  Standing there under blazing lights I started remembering a friend’s telling me about her experience on stage where pictures taken of her in costume under super bright lights had made her cat suit costume transparent in the photos–revealing her nipples and pubic hair.  Quelle horror! What if the combo of light weight, light colored pantsuit, bright lights and no undies…ruined my sister’s wedding photos.

I could marry him, or I could bite his head off  and slurp his brains out.

I could marry him, or I could bite his head off and slurp his brains out.

I started standing like Miss U.S.A. with one leg forward, hips turned to the side, torso straight on.  Oh, and with my champagne clutch poised in my hand over my crotch.  The photographer bustled up to straighten everyone out.  He took away my clutch, turned my body, tapped my leg to get it even with the other…but by the time he got back to the camera and looked through the viewfinder I had turned again, my foot was out, and my arm was gracefully hanging like it was broken or something so it happened to dangle right over my crotch…You get the idea. I was relentless. That poor man.

The third wedding was my sister-in-law’s — we got to wear whatever we wanted.  I found a super cute tangerine pink plaid dress made of raw silk on sale for $20.00. (Silk again–will I ever learn!) Of course, during the outdoor summer wedding I got massive sweat stains under the arms while reading a poem for the ceremony.   I learned another lesson.  Blurring sweaty dark stains in photoshop fools no one but yourself.

This one is my fav.

This one is my fav.

Given how hard it is for most women to wear white on her special day, don’t you think that Vera Wang is kinda onto something coming up with black wedding dresses? I mean, it’s sorta crazy, yes, but on the other hand, it probably allows that special bride to feel very bad ass.  Because face it people, some brides just are bad ass.

And Vera doesn’t stop at black.  She’s got a wonderful color of f*** me red too.  Or–ahem–champagne.  Do you think that she was facing another season of wedding dresses and had some kind of nervous fit?  ”Agh! My God–all that white! I can’t take it anymore!!!!”

Grrrr.

Grrrr.

Her collection still won’t save you from a funky bridesmaid dress experience, but it’ll add an edge to the proceedings for sure.

For some people–with their snark-o-friends, their exes, and complicated lives full of schadenfreude–a black dress makes the perfect statement of bouquet chewing bridezilla-esque angst and fury.  But black minimizes all those bulges and bumps, so it doesn’t matter if the bride looks like Theresa Russell in Black Widow, Vera’s bride who wore black is sure to become the Next Big Thing.

Here are a few more photos. I can’t help myself, I am as always –

Jaclyn--is she in mourning for her life?

Is she in mourning for her life? Because that’s a LOT of kids!

obsessed with all things wedding & unnatural.  My first romance manuscript is about a bridezilla who experiences humiliating wedding fail then runs off to Paris with a hot wedding guest and winds up finding true love.  At her wedding she can’t stop thinking about her family–killed in a sick tragedy, she mourns them.  I don’t think she’d ever wear a black wedding dress–but given where her heart’s at, it would be an expressive statement of her true feelings on her Big Day.

Meanwhile, below are the red and champagne wedding dresses.  Delish!RedChampagne

It’s A Swamp Girl Thang

25 Apr

swam bredElizabeth Shore will be publishing a contemporary erotic romance with Wild Rose Press in the next year or so.  All I know is that it has snakes in it–a lot of snakes.  It’s also set in the Deep South and it’s super sexy.  A hot swampy snake-packed Deep South got me looking online and what I found were all these pulp novels from decades ago that played off the swamp woman motif.

Now, these novel covers ended up having nothing to do with Elizabeth Shore’s novel, but that didn’t prevent me from pouring over the images with a sort of perverse relish.  They were horrible-awful-forbidden.  Like urban legends, these books play up the worst stereotypes of the 50′s.  The predominate themes of an uninhibited woman/girl who “confuses lust and love” and mixes them together in a kind of proto-erotic romance.

"Wild and beautiful, she's as deadly as the untamed swamp that had spawned her."

“Wild and beautiful, she’s as deadly as the untamed swamp that had spawned her.”

So here they are — note how the text is your basic misogyny mixed with a dash of awe.  Themes dwell on outlaw or untamed female sexuality, innocence, and fearsome power.   (Isn’t it weird, and gross–and yet totally interesting?) We’ve come a long way, my fellow femmes.

And maybe Elizabeth will post on her upcoming book, setting us straight on how it’s so NOT this. ;>

Wild--Savage--Lusty

Wild–Savage–Lusty

"They fought for a man's love--the lady and the swamp girl"

“They fought for a man’s love–the lady and the swamp girl”

"she outwitted them all"

“But she outwitted them all!”

“She didn’t know the difference between lust and love.”

"She brought the heat of the swamp to a white man." Early bi-racial romance? Maybe--but probably just horribly racist.

“She brought the heat of the swamp to a white man.” Early bi-racial romance? Maybe–but probably just horribly racist.

Half animal--all woman.

Half animal–all woman.

Redneck Rampage.  It says that "Adventure is a man's magazine of exciting fiction and fact"

Redneck Rampage—Adventure is “a man’s magazine of exciting fiction and fact” Notice there’s a story by A. Conan Doyle featured.

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