Showing posts with label erotic horror. Show all posts
Showing posts with label erotic horror. Show all posts

Monday, June 29, 2015

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes


Fangirl favorite Alexander Kingston has a “type”—blonde, willowy and sophisticated. He doesn’t give mousey wardrobe mistress Elizabeth a second look, until she transforms herself and sets out to seduce him.

But dark desires are at play. Before long their erotic encounter will turn into a date to die for.
Inside Scoop: This story contains sinister themes and predatory intentions.

A Romantica® horror erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Fangirl favorite Alexander Kingston has a “type”—blonde, willowy and sophisticated. He doesn’t give mousey wardrobe mistress Elizabeth a second look, until she transforms herself and sets out to seduce him.

But dark desires are at play. Before long their erotic encounter will turn into a date to die for.
Inside Scoop: This story contains sinister themes and predatory intentions.

A Romantica® horror erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave


Review:

This book kept me reading until the last page was done. Short and shivery, it went down like a salted caramel mocha-with ground glass lurking in the bottom of the cup. Just when you think it's going to be smooth as silk it gets you...What wonderful writing and and sinister intent. I loved it! Would love to see more of this author. Love the length of this one too-just right to read before bed.

5/5

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Sweet Violent Femmes: A Visit with Holly M. Kothe




Sex & Horror—the Classic Pair
by Holly M. Kothe

I'm not sure where I've been, but there is this frenetic, teeming underworld of readers lusting after a particularly dark, stylized sort of horror fiction. I had never given a lot of thought to the term "erotic horror" as a genre, until I started writing it. What I didn't realize until I started compiling Sweet Violent Femmes is that most of my short fiction encompasses (without my meaning it to) elements of a subgenre that I hadn't put a name to. Such a thing has always come naturally to me as a writer—sex and darkness is there, every day of our lives, either in thought or in deed.

I'm trying to wrestle down a description of "erotic horror" into words for you. The concept is diverse, and means different things to different people. This is an exciting super-niche of horror that is currently rising in popularity, but its definition is like a devious and (of course) scantily-clad, voluptuous sprite evading capture.

We could define it literally—erotic horror is a kind of fiction in which sensual imagery and sexual descriptions blend with elements of horror. But writers already have a difficult time agreeing on what basic horror is. Throw "erotic" into the mix, and people become rather confused. I have interviewed several writers on the matter. Some have thought it is a brazen venue for spotlighting rape and torture with an anti-feminist slant. Others see no such agenda, and equate it to nothing more than horror + sex = erotic horror. Still others like to dig deeper and mention paranormal aspects: ghosts, vampires, demons, even zombies. No, Zombies don't traditionally ooze massive sexual charisma and charm, but in the hands of an inventive and talented writer, they most certainly could.

I had honestly not considered "erotic horror" before it started showing itself in my work. I know that's usually a big writer's no-no. We are told to read our chosen genre to see how the greats do it. But maybe there is something to be said going into this particular type of fiction without obsessively studying the formulas of the genre. Seems fitting for this one, with stories that range from dangerous women with a black widow complex, to the ferocious soul-eating succubus that enjoys a meal immediately following climax. Perhaps, if you write well enough, diving in untouched by influence can be an advantage to piecing together a wildly unique reader experience.

Erotic horror seems limitless--a place where the imagination of a writer has free reign to explore and push boundaries between eroticism and fear and how they mingle within the human psyche. Such a trip seems more than appealing, which leaves me wondering why the niche is so small. Some find the juxtaposition of revulsion and desire hard to stomach. But, when done well, I tend to think sex and horror go together like chocolate and peanut butter (or black lace and garter belts?). Visually, I think of Frank Langella from John Badham's 1979 film version of Dracula, standing at your window, his shirt open, fluttering in the shiver-inducing breeze as he walks into your willing arms and beds you (thoroughly, and with great detail) before sucking your hot blood and offering his in return. It is sexual, yet absolutely horrifying.

Just don't get tricked into thinking it's all about sexy vampires. If you want to take the bizarre and wild trip on the wings of erotic horror, read Story of the Eye, a 1928 novella by Georges Bataille who took his predecessor Bram Stoker's idea of a sensual blood-sucker and cranked it up to some of the most graphic scenes ever written, even today. Other examples that mark this literary niche include Ray Russell's Incubus, Clive Barker's The Hellbound Heart, Poppy Z. Brite's Exquisite Corpse, and Frank De Felitta's The Entity, which is a lot more horror than sexy, and supposedly based on true events and inspired the 1981 film version.  

Today we are seeing a revolution of erotic horror from many a talented independent writers. Many, surprisingly, are female. We gals are at the helm and taking erotic horror to new heights with feverish intensity. Erotic horror is certainly not new, but it is new to this trendy, digital-age literary demand. Fear is still the definitive aphrodisiac. We love this terrifying and sensual art, and we want more.


Blurb:

"Within a month, my romantic, Lost Generation fantasy of the city had sharpened into reality. The only moveable feast I'd found in Paris was of the fleshly variety - a constant supply of lithe, undulating bodies presented under glass, offering every view to the clientele."

In this dark and disturbing collection, Kothe explores themes of the damaged, the devious, and the deranged heroine, and examines the consequences of pushing the female heart one step too far. 

"The Glass Room" 
An American girl maintaining her comfortable Parisian lifestyle as a high-end brothel escort faces off with a mysterious client whose sadistic dependencies threaten her livelihood. 

"Tethered" 
After a passionate quarrel with her conflicted lover, a woman realizes that the best kind of relationships are the eternal kind. Sometimes the man just needs a little push ...

"Seeing Black"
A lonely librarian nursing a broken heart gathers liquid courage in preparation for her sister's visit, and struggles with a peculiar ailment she's had since puberty.

"Feminist Theory"
A troubled but diligent chemistry student reacts to the unsavory intentions of a predatory psychology professor.



Review:

This book was given in exchange for a fair and honest review.

Finding time to read a book all the way through these days is rare for me, so when I was given a copy of Sweet Violent Femmes, I hoped I would have time to read the entire thing. As it happened, the pages few by in quick secession and before I knew it, I was lamenting the end. This collection of short stories was beyond brilliant and full of righteous feminine fury. In each tale there is an element of helplessness, an aura of female subjugation in a male world and an overwhelming sense of rage at the injustice. 

"The Glass Room" was the first story and it completely sucked me in. I started it on break at work and I barely remember finishing my food, I was so engrossed in the story. It shines a light on women who work in the sex industry and the risks they take to earn a living. When one of the gentleman callers proves to be a little too much into pain, one girl takes matters into her own hands. I was pretty nearly cheering at the end.

"Tethered" was spectral and at first confusing as the girl in the story figures out what has happened to her and where she is going. Lovers are not always what they seem and in this story it is true more than most.

"Seeing Black" was a wonderful story. It ripped my heart out and I found myself blinking back tears. Families can be a haven or Hell and in this case, it was more the latter. If you have been subjected to abuse in any form that involved your family, you will really feel it with this story. Trigger time. The conclusion is very satisfactory.

"Feminist Theory" was a devious little package from the get go. Revenge is sweetest when it is served cold and this young lady has more to dish up than most. Again, if you have issues with an abusive man in your life, this one will hit home with a dead on bulls-eye. 

Overall the book was a fast paced read of bloody vengeance and horrific revenge. I loved every second of it. I think too often women in our society are looked upon as disposable objects of desire without concern for the repercussions. I am so glad Holly wrote this collection of darkly divine femmes to give a voice to some who can't speak for themselves. There are many women in the sex trade that die from extreme situations inflicted on them with no accounting at all. Children are victimized by a male relative or family friend and nothing is done to stop it. Boyfriends take it upon themselves to silence an inconvenient truth when it takes two to tango. All of these situations are thrust boldly under the stark white lights of this marvelous book.

5/5


Sunday, December 8, 2013

Alpha: The Scattered Dark Series Book Two Virtual Tour


Alpha
The Scattered Dark Series
Book Two
Fierce Dolan
 Genre: erotic horror, hardcore paranormal erotica, BDSM


Publisher: Fierce Desires

Date of Publication: 23 October 2013

ISBN: 978-0-9860165-6-1
ASIN: B00G4V1ETU

Number of pages: 53
Word Count: 15,857

Cover Artist: Fierce Dolan


Book Description:

When domme Alaine Dunham meets beautiful, young werewolf Seth, she dreams of training him to be the perfect bottom to fill her Alpha needs. She quickly finds that gentling the wild wolf is one thing; subduing the rebellious human is another. Tensions mount as the full moon pushes them to consummate their bond before relationship concerns are soothed.

After a strange book falls into Alaine's hands she begins to doubt her relationship, her instincts, and the moon.

Book One, Journal of a Lycanthrophile , is free on Amazon starting December 2





Alpha by Fierce Dolan

Chapter 1

A wolf. Alaine Dunham didn’t have to see him for that familiar life force to course through hers, for her body to ache to be near his—the telltale signs. Several years had passed since those sensations last sizzled up her spine, thudded behind her ribs, pooled hot and wet at her cunt, and she relished them. Scouting him from her vantage point on the stage, seeing his wild allure, got her even hotter.
The dark man clutched the hand of Hostess Kisha. Her rainbow-plaited head bobbed, a kaleidoscope beacon glinting under the strobing lights as she squinted and guided them through the fray on the glittering dance floor. The shifter pressed through the crowd with his shoulders squared and jaw jutted forward. A lock of wavy black hair obscured his eyes. His swagger betrayed that he was young, anxious, needy, though the power that emanated from him told her he was not newly made. Dancing clubbers parted and stared in his wake.
Alaine jumped down from the stage and waited for him to find her, as he most certainly would. She busied her trembling hands by slapping a cat-o-nine against her thigh. The welts that rose on her skin distracted her from the aching want between her legs. Licking her lips, she sighed and slowed her slamming pulse. If she was half the top she and the patrons of Malice in Fundaland thought she was, he’d be trained to knot in no time. Finally, a worthy conquest.
Shaking her ponytail down her back, she pulled her shoulders up and greeted Kisha. The waifish hostess clasped Alaine’s hand and kissed her cheek, conservative affection considering they had tribbed all afternoon, culminating with the caramel-complexioned beauty creaming on her face around sundown. Fraternizing amongst staff was forbidden, so they kept their bennie trysts secret. Smiling, she tucked a colorful ringlet behind Kisha’s ear and nodded to the lovely man.
“Mistress,” Kisha started, “this is Seth. He’s a regular on the scene, though it’s his first time in Malice.” His gaze roved over Alaine as the smaller woman spoke. “He asked for you. He knows the best when he sees it.”
“Ah.” She resisted the urge to rap his thigh with the flail handle. “I’m booked out several nights. Hostess Kisha can get you on the books for another evening.”
The wolf’s piercing gaze met hers, though his long lashes fluttered and his voice wavered. “Nice to meet you, thanks. For now, I’ll watch.”



Writing the Sophomore of a Series

I was dubious about writing a series to start with, because it takes a lot of stamina to sustain momentum across several installments of a greater plot. I knew going into Alpha, the second book of The Scattered Dark Series, the challenges that would be ahead, and... I wrote it anyway!
Before we get into the challenges of the sophomore book, let’s talk about what a first in a series must do. Each book in a series must stand-alone, yet tie neatly into its sister books. The first book gets to be the darling—one hopes. It sets up the core conflict, introduces enticing characters, and jets the plot along so well that the second book is set up sublimely. Everyone falls in love with the freshman, or is so incensed by its setup that they want to know more.
So what about The End? The final book (we’ll assume the third one, for brevity’s sake), reveals all characters’ true colors, resolves individual character arcs (at least mostly), and to some degree brings an aptly satisfying resolution to the greater plot. With all of that candy, what’s sweet about the second in a series? Are they all just Jan Brady?
Well, that’s the question every author who writes a series has to clarify from the beginning. The sole purpose of the middle book is to get readers to the final installment. That’s it. Simple enough, right? Yet the majority of the time, the middle book is the one readers complain most about. The first book gets all the action, all the proper introduction, while the finale pushes toward thorough resolution. That said, there can be no lag, no deviating, no grand flourishes in either.
Apart from giving characters the chance to step up their role in plot resolution and possibly explain their connection to it bit more, second books allow a tad more room for dabbling. The very fact that they tend to focus on character development a bit more and rounding out the story allows them wider berth in how the story is told.
There’s a reason second books fall into what’s called the “sophomore slump,” or “sophomore syndrome.” It’s hard to live up to the hype generated by a first book, and sustain the interest to the finale. The truth is, there is no one formula for writing the second of a series. When a concept is created to develop across installments, the power of its story has to be strong enough to carry through. 




About the Author:

Erotic mezzofiction writer, Fierce is imagination shapeshifted as a scribe taunting blank pages and carpal tunnel, neither of which are much use for deadlines. Close allies are impeccable timing and a trusty masseuse. Being a switch I/ENFP doesn’t hurt. For kicks Fierce has other personas across several genres, tends to fill in “Other” on surveys without explaining, and chooses the finality of the Japanese Tamagotchi.













Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Zombie Erotoclypse: The Tour


Here's an excerpt from one of the stories, The Joy of Zombie Sex. Can you imagine how confusing it must be to wake up one day to discover you're a zombie? How do you know that you need to eat brains and, in my zombie world, how do you discover just how fantastic zombie sex can be?  Luckily for the poor, undead heroine Alice, she stumbles right into the path of a good zombie Samaritan. Berthold takes her in, teaches her that cracking skulls is as easy as cracking eggs and shows her… the joy of zombie sex!

The Joy of Zombie Sex

“I’m taking you home,” he said.
His voice was a low rasp. He lifted me into his arms as easily as if I had been a child and with my head pressed against his chest I could the roar of his heartbeat. He covered the ground back to the apartment in long easy strides.
The moment the door had closed behind us his hands were on me, tearing at my clothes as he pushed me up hard against the wall. Within seconds my T-shirt lay shredded on the floor and my jeans followed, ripped down while still done up. He kissed my mouth insistently and then burned a trail of kisses down my throat. His hands pushed back the cups of my bra and then his mouth found my breasts. His tongue was rough and his teeth were sharp, pulling at my nipples until they puckered. Sucking them hard, he stoked the fire that was building between my legs.
I moaned in approval. He looked up at me with his strange brown eyes. Then, with his hand underneath my armpits, he lifted me up, carried me through the apartment and quite literally threw me into the bedroom onto the bed. He stripped off his own clothes as roughly as he had torn off mine and, with a snarl, he was on me. He ripped away my bra and panties and his hands were all over me, stroking, feeling, exploring. I writhed underneath him and pulled him down by his shoulders to kiss him. I bit his lower lip hard until I tasted blood in my mouth and he bit back. Our tongues pressed and rubbed together frantically, the friction between them making me delirious.
One of his hands slid between my legs, cupping the soft warm flesh and pushing down hard on it. A lone finger slipped between my lips, running up and down my slit as my hips pushed up to meet him and my legs fell open. Two fingers found their way deeper, pushing wide and opening me up. I was ready now and moaning, desperate for whatever he had to give me.
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Review:

This collection of stories is on occasion jaw dropping and very, very sexy.  Zombie sex can be a very tricky thing. Parts coming off can be a problem. What I liked about this book was the raw sensuality of it, even in the midst of rot and ruin, sex is still there in the forefront. You have captive zombie sex slaves, horn dogs that just don't quit, teenage virgins with one thing on their mind and a whole lot more. Each of the stories will make you laugh, one made me slightly nauseous but then turned completely in the other direction and had me crunching ice cubes but they all held my interest. This collection is rowdy and in your face sex craved zombies and they aren't stopping. 

Awesome read!

4/5



Author bio: Tamsin Flowers
Tamsin Flowers loves to write light-hearted erotica, often with a twist in the tail/tale and a sense of fun.  In the words of one reviewer, 'Ms Flowers has a way of describing sexual tension that forces itself upon your own body.' Her stories have appeared in a wide variety of anthologies and she is now graduating to novellas with the intention to pen her magnum opus in the very near future.  In the meantime, like most erotica writers, she finds herself working on at least ten stories at once: while she figures out whose leg belongs in which story, you can find out more about her at Tamsin's Superotica or Tamsin Flowers. Follow her on Twitter @TamsinFlowers or on Facebook Tamsin Flowers.


Sunday, April 14, 2013

Review: Rise of the Dom by Brenna Zinn


DESCRIPTION

Although this book can be read on its own, we recommend reading Fatal Submission by Nicole Austin first. 
It’s 1998, and what a great year it’s been for independent yet sexually submissive Emma Sutherland. She’s secured a great job teaching at the local university, bought a dream house in the country with its very own dungeon in the basement and found a masterful Dom who fulfills her every desire. Who could ask for more? 
Chet Crosby can. Having hot, kinky sex with Emma is no longer enough. He wants to take care of her outside the dungeon and have a real relationship, which she’s not ready for. Ready or not, the horrifying and unexplainable occurrences in Emma’s home have her scared, and Chet’s more determined than ever to protect the woman he loves. Even if doing so means facing unimaginable terror. 



I read the first book in this series and was chomping at the bit to read the second. It did not disappoint. If anything, Brenna Zinn continues a great erotic horror story with this installment. Emma is battling demons of her own and wants desperately to have a place she call her own. Despite her growing feelings for Chet, her Dom, she wants this house to be just hers. When she begins to have visions of dead girls and her kitchen begins to freeze, she knows something is going on and she doesn't like it one bit.

Chet has his own experiences in the house, where he experiences thoughts and sensations that are not his own. When he has an installer put in a security system to help Emma, he learns the horrible truth about his sub's new home.

This book was a roller coaster ride of fun sexy Dom/sub situations combined with erotic horror and some inner demons that Emma had to work through. It was a well rounded read for 72 pages and I can't wait to read more from the talented Brenna Zinn. She can scare me to sleep any night of the week!

4.5/5