Hi all, so we are probably all in agreement that the best price for an item is definitely free. Well I have a treat for you today!

This very hot, very x-rated story is called I love being a Naughty Girl and you can find it over at a great new site called erotica for all

It’s the tale of a naughty little wife who gets thoroughly punished and thoroughly enjoys it too. I had a great time writing it so i really hope you’ll all enjoy reading it. :)

Also, just an FYI, all of my single author titles have now been removed from Phaze. Don’t worry. I am already distributing them to other publishers they will all (hopefully) be available to you again soon. In the meantime you might still be able to pick them up at resellers such as Allromanceebooks and fictionwise as it takes time for the titles to be taken down from these sites.

Wendi is here today as part of her My Immortal Tour and if you visit goddess fish you can see a list of places she has and will be visiting. You can also find out the details of a competition that could see you winning a copy of My immortal just for commenting on a few blogs. So start by commenting on this one, you might just win something if you do!

So on with the show. What is My Immortal?

Blurb: What’s a girl to do when she finds out the man of her dreams is a 340 year old vampire?

Run like hell or offer her heart.

Being a vampire hasn’t been easy for Storm Richardson. He’s not programmed to kill or harm, unless he needs to feed. When he meets Stephanie “Stevie” Persing, he knows he’s found his mate. But if he crosses the line between work and play, he risks losing the only person who matters—her.

Stevie’s been in love with Storm since the moment she laid eyes on him. He’s brooding, intense, and her one weakness. But is her heart too steep a price to pay for his love, especially when she discovers his deepest secrets?

Now here’s Wendi’s Blog!

Where do my Ideas Come From…

I wasn’t sure what to talk about and when I thought about it, I decided that I’d share the stories behind my books. It’s not that they are all humorous or depressing, but the twisted journey to help me get from “hmmm, time for a new story” to “I hope you enjoy this novel”.

When I started working on Right Where I Need to Be, I wanted to create a story about opposites. The more I thought about it, the more this one particular character kept showing up. If I had an issue, then he’d be the one working through it in my head. If a love scene came to mind, he starred in it. But the kernel of the idea really came from the playlist on my computer. Before I had an iPod, I just had playlists on my computer that I played as I wrote (I can’t stand writing in silence). It wasn’t one song in particular, but the general feel–just when you think you can’t or won’t, that’s when love shows up. Fit the character perfectly. So, I used that theme and the character, who ended up being Logan–the hero–and ran with it. Two years later, Right Where I Need to Be went to the publisher.

Other times the story comes out of one song in particular. Learning How to Bend came directly out of the Gary Allan song. The couple needed to learn to bend in order to fix what was corrupt in the relationship. It’s fairly straight forward, but the truth.

Must Be Doing Something Right was a line the character used. Now when I worked on Learning How to Bend, there was a secondary character who just wouldn’t go away. He loved to pop into other stories I wrote to the point of throwing me totally off kilter. I wanted to do something with him, but had no clue what. Then I happened to be watching Cinderella. In the movie, she’s in rags and playing the part (not of her choosing) of a servant. In truth, she was a Lady. I thought, what if it was a guy in the same position? The character, Nate, shouted that, yes, he was in that situation. He pretended to have a different job in order to appeal to the hardworking tastes of the woman he wanted to bed. During a romantic interlude, he says, “I must be doing something right.” And the title was chosen.

My favorite story about an idea comes from My Immortal. I love Billy Joel’s music. Grew up listening to him. Again, I was listening to music–the iPod this time–and “Just the Way You Are” started. I thought, gee, what if there was a story where the character wants to be loved for who he is, even thought he knows the person he wants might not if they know the truth? Poof! An idea is born. But, Storm wasn’t that simple. I knew he’d have some deep, dark secret. He kept telling me so. What it was, I wasn’t sure. So I started writing. As I went along, he dug his chin into my shoulder, surveying the story. It was three quarters of the way through that he bothered to tell me, “Oh, by the way, hon, I’m a vampire.” Deep, dark secret revealed. Okey dokey. When I went in the direction he wanted, with the story I had in my head, things gelled.

I’m working on new stories and always listening to my tunes. I never know if a song I hear on the radio or on the iPod will be the next idea seed, but I’m open to it. Who knows, the next big story might be stored in my iPod after all.

Don’t forget to comment and give Wendi a big Blisse blog welcome. She’s going to be back again soon!

Sorry, folks, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve recently gotten word about an awesome review of the Over the Moon anthology that features my story, Moon Shy and I want to share it with you.

The lovely Dawn at Love romances and more had this to say about Moonshy, my story in the anthology:

This was a strong story that I could really get into. Characters that intrigued me, romance that started off as a friendship but turned to love and secrets that could shatter a relationship or make it stronger are all within the pages of Moonshy and it will have you rooting for Lowell and Jenny to finally be together.

And said this:

Each story delivered something for everyone and the sex was very hot. If you enjoy wolf shifters and werewolves then this anthology is for you. I look forward to checking out these authors other works and seeing what piques my interest next.

About the anthology as a whole, Thank you Dawn!

And as we’re on the subject of Moon Shy let me elaborate.

Lowell is a werewolf. Desdemona is a werewolf. That is where the similarities end.

Desdemona takes great joy in the full moon. She maims and kills with enthusiasm and wishes she could be a werewolf every day. Lowell hates what he is. He wishes that the full moon would only come around once in a million years.

Jenny is a sweet girl who often acts before she thinks, especially when a man is involved. She finds herself between these two werewolves. She loves Lowell, he was her school crush way back when. Desdemona is her superior and makes her working life a misery.

But which werewolf will have Jenny in the end? Will Desdemona succeed in killing her during the full moon, or will Lowell be able to keep her safe and in the dark about his horrific secret? It comes down to a fight between two werewolves, one Moon lover and one Moon Shy. Who will win?

Moon Shy was my first dabble in paranormal waters and I found I rather enjoyed the genre. Lowell is in no way your typical werewolf and when I sat down to write him that is exactly what I wanted and Desdemona is his complete opposite, she is evil in werewolf form and I was thoroughly surprised how much I enjoyed writing her, the more gory scenes especially.

Yes, I should warn you that there are some violent scenes that include blood shed but I promise you there is nothing extremely graphic in there because I wouldn’t be able to write anything too extreme!

You can buy Moon Shy as a single release from the 27th September 2010 and it is already available in ebook and print as part of the Over The Moon anthology!

boo•bie•sex•u•al
[boo-bee-sek-shoo-uh l (or, British: boo-bee-sek-shuh l, boo-bee-sek-syoo-uh l)]
-noun
1. A woman who is mostly straight but who really, really likes women’s breasts.

The term “boobiesexual” was first coined in 2005 by blogger and podcaster Cunning Minx, mainly because there was no word at the time to describe her sexual orientation. “Sexual labels are convenient; it’s much easier to say, ‘I’m bisexual’ than to say, ‘I’m mostly straight and really into cocks, but I’ve been with a woman once or twice and can take or leave it, except for the breasts, which I grope at every opportunity . . . and it’s entirely possible that I simply haven’t met the right woman,’ ” she said in a Village Voice interview.

Personally, I think that the definition mentions women only because so few men (even gay men) would wind up outside the definition. Personally, I find them endlessly fascinating, as anyone who has read my stories can probably tell.

When I started taking notes on the themes and general plotlines of my latest work-in-progress (code name “STACK” because I don’t have a title yet) I found myself with an idea that would really turn me on if the breasts got really big, and if attention was focused on them a lot more than I’ve done before. I was frustrated, though, by the thought that with an audience that is composed of significant numbers of both genders, my idea might come across as puerile to the women, and I might end up driving some of them away.

Now this is not an uncommon doubt for me. Erotica is a funny thing, with all its twists and turns and intricacies of kinks and squicks. Anything you write risks turning people off, and possibly turning them away. Whenever I pull out another one of my secret little interests, one of those things that could really become a fetish if I had the chance, I worry that it’s going to cost me readers or listeners.

These fears are mostly unfounded. People listen to my podcast and read my work for the stories themselves primarily, I believe, and for explicit sex second. They like sex, but it doesn’t have to be completely in accord with their individual orientations and kinks in order to be enjoyable. Anyone for whom that isn’t true, isn’t going to stay around very long, in any case, because my stories are rather diverse. So in the end I’m just writing what I think is sexy, and letting my worries go.

But just because they’re unfounded, doesn’t mean they don’t plague me. So before embarking on this novel-length project, I wanted to get some feedback that doing a book with this much boob attention was going to be well received. I put out some tweets on the topic, a few posts on Facebook, and what do you know… I started getting some very enthusiastic responses. More than a few, more than I usually got when I posted teasers. It seems that a lot of women would claim the term “boobiesexual” to describe themselves.

Now the data is more than a little sketchy, but it just may be that I have discovered a seriously under-served market. There are plenty of people writing M/M erotic romances, and writing kinky and menage erotic romances, and writing straight erotic romances…but boobiesexual erotic romance? I don’t think there are very many of those out there.

Now don’t get me wrong. There is erotic fiction that focuses on breasts. For example, there are a number of websites that cater to the ‘breast expansion’ fetish. They offer stories, along with altered photographs (“morphs”) and art depicting women who either have, or obtain, breasts that are far larger than the biggest silicone queens ever get in real life. But that’s not precisely what I’m talking about. Those stories usually don’t recognize the appeal to the boobiesexual woman, and there’s rarely a romantic element, the focus on the developing relationship.

The more I write, and put the stories I write out there, the more I learn that Ann Regentin’s First Rule of Writing is not only correct, but profound:

“When you feel like you’ve gone too far, keep going.”

So I’m doing it. So far I have a few hundred words of experimental narrative, a half-finished outline, some character sketches and setting notes. The more I work on it, however, the more right this feels.

Imagine it: the heroine has got nice boobs. She knows it. She likes it when people look, when they touch, when they taste. If her partner is particularly attentive, she might even climax just from that. A lover who rushes into her pants won’t impress her; in fact, she’ll insist that her panties stay on for a good long time. It’s not that she’s numb below the waist, far from it, but she’s just as sensitive on top and enjoys that sort of attention.

She also likes to look and touch and taste other women’s boobs. It’s a sexual feeling of a different nature to being with a man. Muscles are hard and strong and powerful and she likes that; boobs are soft and squishy and fun, and she likes that too. She likes to squeeze them and pinch them and maybe even slap them a little to watch them bounce.

The attraction is primal. She might be aware that some people would call her fascination juvenile; they might say that she was weaned too early, or too late. She doesn’t care. She likes what she likes, and is completely unapologetic about it.

She’s attracted to men who like boobies as much as she does. She likes to catch a man checking out her cleavage, and waggle a finger as if she disapproves. Her ultimate sexual fantasy is to enjoy a really nice pair while the man she loves makes her feel like a goddess.

Yeah. I can do that.

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Thank you very much! Now I feel the need to go and look at some boobies but in a whole new, interesting way.