Or really, Pia outs herself but that isn’t such an attention grabbing title!

Welcome Pia, I am looking forward to your post!

My dad used to say: “Don’t do anything you wouldn’t want the whole world to know.”

I hated it back then because he said it in response to me getting busted for something or another. Did you get ticketed for speeding? Don’t do anything you wouldn’t want the whole world to know. Did you miss curfew? Don’t do anything you wouldn’t want the whole world to know. Did you get caught lying to the school about missing class when you were torn and angry over your first break up? Don’t do anything you wouldn’t want the whole world to know. It really became “Don’t do anything you wouldn’t want DAD to know,” but you get the idea.

I had that very thing happen at the office recently. Months ago, I told two people who I knew would be okay with the subject matter of my stories that I was writing gay erotic romance. During a meeting, one blurted out that little secret. She thought she was making a joke, I think, but I wasn’t laughing at the time. (When one works for a very conservative, Republican corporation, one does not shout from the rooftops that one likes to write about pretty gay boys in compromising but fully enjoyable positions.)

The result was twenty minutes of trying to explain (to six other people who didn’t know I wrote anything besides snarky emails about ongoing battles with other departments) why I write about gay men, how I know what to write, and why I won’t write female love interests. It was very uncomfortable, but mostly forgotten and waved off by everyone, except the one girl who stood up and admitted she’d be very interested in reading one of my stories some day. My discomfort shifted to gratitude. She hasn’t broached the subject since that day, but whether she was truly interested or not, she deflected the non-stop questions and managed to redirect the meeting to its purpose: trashing those other departments in an effort to figure out how to work with them.

I haven’t been outed to everyone yet. While I expect that some members of that meeting repeated that juicy bit of gossip, I doubt my current supervisor knows what I write, though he does know that after a certain point each day he’s not to expect work-related work from me. He tells me, about once a week, to keep writing.

But what about Dad? What about not doing anything I wouldn’t want him to know?

He knows. He’s asked me all of those same questions. He’s not happy about the subject matter, but since Mom accepts it, she’s tempering his disappointment. Mom wasn’t so much an outing as a slow flow of hints and unexplained comments that led her to understand what I was writing before officially telling her: “No, I’m not sending you a copy of that story, Mom. I can begin to explain all the things you’ll hate – the angel falling, the arguments against church doctrine, the explicit homosexual sex….”

She surprised me. She hasn’t read it yet, but intends to download it on her brand new Kindle this weekend (yet another surprise given her “love’ of technology). She supports me even though she’d prefer to see me going to church instead of torturing angels. It’s a good thing too, because my next short story is about an angel who loves a demon. I want the whole world to know that, except maybe my dad, who’s still coming to terms with my complete and utter acceptance of the gay community. He’s taking little steps, and I don’t mind that he’s not a fan, because he is facing my Mom’s favorite retort growing up: “Don’t ask the question if you don’t want to hear the answer.”

Ciao,
Pia

“Man has free will, and guardian angels have an eternal place in the holy host.

When unexpected feelings interfere with Malchediel’s guidance of a mortal being, he must decide if his love for one man is true, or the work of the devil. Charged with the soul of handsome but suicidal Bran Weller, Malchediel faces a new challenge: Bran’s steadfast belief that homosexuality is not wrong despite the Church’s view of his lifestyle.

In the course of his angelic duties, Mal is tempted to turn a blind eye to long-standing rules of guardianship as he falls in love with his charge. Torn between faith in God and belief that every man deserves love, Malchediel must find a way to balance heart and soul, or risk a Fall to Hell.”

You can order Fallen directly from the publisher here: FALLEN
Also available on Kindle and Nook.

About the Author:

Pia Veleno is a naughty girl, but she knows you’re naughty too. Tongue-in-cheek, and everywhere else, she spends her time channeling her inner gay boy, running nowhere, and avoiding housework. Her debut, Fallen, is available through Silver Publishing and her webfic blog, CRANK is well into its second year of steamy manlove and stake-worthy vampires.
You can find Pia polluting these infamous internet rest stops:
* Pia’s blog: Staking the Muse
* Pia on Twitter
* Pia on Facebook
* Pia on GoodReads
* Pia’s email: pia the writer @ gmail.com (no spaces)

And a little like the wise men, I’m bringing three of them.

Yes, yes, I know the wise men are in the Christmas story, but I couldn’t resist the comparison. I couldn’t think of anything clever that included 3 turkeys!

Actually you need to thank All Romance Ebooks for the gifts as they’ve provided not one, not two but three volumes of hot, paranormal romance for your delectation. In the three volumes are all of the 32 just one bite contest entries including my winning entry First Time Fang Bang. I never get tired of typing that. :)

All three volumes are available to download NOW for free from All Romance Ebooks!

First Time Fang Bang is in Volume 2 but I encourage you to download and enjoy them all!

Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate from this Brit who is thankful for every reader of her works. You guys are all awesome!

The lovely Lucy Felthouse has put together an anthology and it is now available for you to buy!

Uniform Behaviour can be bought from Amazon.co.uk, Amazon.com,All Romance eBooks and Omnilit and here’s what it’s all about.

Do you get all weak-kneed at the sight of a grubby fireman or a hunky soldier? Perhaps immaculately-dressed waiting-on staff get you feeling frisky? If so, you’ve come to the right place.

Uniform Behaviour contains sixteen smutty stories about firemen, soldiers, sailors, police, security guards and even waiters, priests and cleaners! Delve into this anthology and enjoy steamy stories from established erotica authors including Justine Elyot, Craig J Sorensen, Victoria Blisse, Shermaine Williams, Elizabeth Coldwell and Lucy Felthouse. Uniform Behaviour also proudly introduces some exciting debut authors. So remember, you saw them here first!

As well as being written and compiled for your titillation, this anthology is also designed to do good. A portion of the proceeds from Uniform Behaviour will be donated to UK charity Help for Heroes, which helps those wounded in current conflict.

The stories in this anthology have been hand-picked by a uniform aficionado, so you can rest assured that only the sexiest erotic fiction lies in this eBook.

I really do like being called an established erotica author! My story in Uniform Behaviour is called Dirty Deeds and is not your average uniform story. When I heard the call for submissions I knew I had to submit something but I wasn’t sure what. I didn’t want to write one of the typical uniforms because I knew lots of really good authors would do them and probably do them better than me. So I set to thinking about more unusual uniforms and in the end I decided to choose something that no one would associate with sexiness. I picked a cleaner.

Emma is an office cleaner, it’s not fun but it pays the bills that is until the young and handsome Mr Holloway offers her a job cleaning his posh inner city flat. One day and incident leads to her having to strip off and clean in only her tabbard but when Mr Holloway comes home from work early, he doesn’t seem to mind one bit.

Here’s a sexy snippet for you to enjoy!

“Okay, what will you want me to do?” Emma asked,

“Oh, everything, Emma, I’m a complete slob. I will pay you well though. What days will you be coming to clean?”
“Well, let me think,” I shifted my head to the side and a length of curly hair broke free from its confines and trailed down over my cheek. I brushed it away under Mr Holloway’s intense stare. “I think Mondays and Wednesdays will be best for me, late afternoon or early evening.”

“Right, well then on Wednesday’s I will pay you. Will eighty pounds cover it?”

I am sure the shock registered on my face, “That will more than cover it Mr Holloway,” I replied, “but you know you don’t have to pay me all that money. I only get six pound an hour for working here.”

He laughed. “And that is why I want you, Emma. You’re an honest. I will pay you what I have said, you deserve it and I will work you hard. I wasn’t kidding when I said I was a slob.”

“Well thank you, Mr Holloway, that’s terribly kind of you.” I was at loss for words really, eighty pounds would almost double my weekly salary. I was in shock.

“I’ll have to go now, Emma, you have all you need now, right?” He passed me the keys and paper and squeezed my hand before he let go. “Thank you so much, you’re a lifesaver.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, the words popping out like a hoarse cough as I tried to cover the arousal I felt coursing through my veins and heating my face. He waved as he walked through the door and I dropped heavily into the chair behind me. In that moment I felt like Cinderella being told she could go to the ball.

He was right, he was a slob but a rich slob and that somehow made it better. All his furniture and fittings were of the highest quality and the view from his living room window was breath taking. The first week I cleaned for him I thoroughly deserved my wages, I won’t go into details but his cluttered desk had not prepared me for the mess I found in his kitchen the first day I cleaned for him. But as time went on I did less and less for my eighty pounds pay and had more time to wander around his home.

I rarely saw him. We mostly conversed via notes left on the coffee table. He might ask me to put things in the drier or to leave a certain pile of papers exactly as they were and I would leave him receipts for dusters and disinfectant. I’d think about leaving lust letters for him, writing down all my secret desires for him but that was merely a fantasy.

I would occasionally lie on his bed and just drink in his scent, imagining him there with me. I would always feel so guilty afterwards though and would clean at double pace as penance thereafter. Mr Holloway became the number one fantasy in my life. Each night I would think of him as I brought myself to orgasm. It became the only way I could drift off to sleep.

I was obsessed with him and I felt a little disgusted at myself for that. I was his cleaner, he trusted me and I was far, far, far too old for him. The fantasy would never come to anything and yet when I went out for occasional nights on the town with my girlfriends I wouldn’t look twice at the men around me. I didn’t want them. Only one man would do. “

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Today we welcome Robin Glasser with the most unusual titled blogs I’ve had the pleasure of hosting here at victoriablisse.co.uk!

This is not a photo of Robin’s bathroom, just a rather grand one I rather liked the look of!

I LOVE MY BATHROOM

After three years of fairytale living, I returned to America. Although a native, I felt like an emigrant because I had to begin life with basically nothing: no job, no apartment, no furnishings, no, no, NO! Definitely couldn’t afford to live in my old pricey hood—I’d given up my rent-controlled Park Avenue apartment. A good friend had moved up—waaaaay up—to northern Manhattan. I fell in love with its beauty and rented a room in someone’s flat to decide if this is where I really wanted to live. Eventually I bought a place which took a HUGE chunk out of my savings so furniture consisted of finds from the street and giveaways from friends.

My building was fifty-plus-years old. Although I had indoor plumbing, the cracked pink, peach, putrid tiles; the badly repaired ceiling leak; the stained sink; and worn porcelain tub had never undergone cosmetic surgery. Alas, I had no funds to give it a makeover. Living with this broken-down bathroom for nearly a decade did not bring us closer. Then my sink started leaking and the super declared that replacement valves were no longer available. Using a gigantic wrench, he shut down the cold water faucet. No worries…I still had the tub. But the leak started again. And the tiles began literally falling from the walls. The bathtub joined in and I knew the time had come. It was either remodel or bathe in the Hudson River.

FYI: Average price for a New York City bathroom renovation: $10,000.00. Believe me, I did more than gasp! Luckily, I have a wonderful father who was willing to part with some cash. Now the hard part: finding a contractor not from hell. It took me close to three months but I managed to discover someone whose resemblance to a greedy, nether-world overlord didn’t seem apparent. Contract signed, date set, it was up to me to design then decide on bathroom fixtures. Welcome to the world of plumbing!

I’ve seen bathrooms bigger than Buckingham Palace. Bathrooms that will do almost everything for you. I never thought I’d oooh and aaaah over a toilet paper holder or have wet dreams about a showerhead—never knew that thousands of tile showrooms existed in New York City. Forget about the internet! I had three months to gather my goodies and was still selecting items several days into the job. And, yes, there were contractor conflicts! And, yes, I did lose weight and sleep and gained several more strands of gray.

It’s been two weeks since my reglazed tub has finally dried and, despite all the ‘mistakes’ only my eyes will ever see, I’ve gotta say: I LOVE MY BATHROOM.

PS: I’m never gonna shower alone either…checkout why here.
PSS: Need any advice, great websites for money-saving bathroom stuff, send me an email: robinglasser@yahoo.com

Recovering copywriter, Robin Glasser has written for a variety of magazines ranging from Readers’ Digest to Penthouse Letters where she wrote a column called “The Red Hot Woman.” Her poetry has been published in Upstairs at Duroc and The Riverside Poetry Review.

My Life as a Concubine is the lively account of a savvy, New York City woman, never married, not looking to be, who suddenly falls in love with a Frenchman. After several enchanting years together, Jean-Loup tells her that he must return to France. She is in a quandary—stay on the isle of Manhattan where she has work, friends and speaks the lingo or depart for Paris with the utterly adorable frog prince? There is one teensy-weensy problem—Jean-Loup hasn’t asked her to go with him. When he finally pops the question, it certainly isn’t the one she expects.

Ms Glasser’s latest novel, My Life as a Concubine, which is based on her experiences in Paris or as she likes to call it, The City of Merde, is available from www.phaze.com and Amazon Books. Robin guarantees Men at Work, her fully-illustrated book of poetry, will put twinkles in your eyes and sparkles in your pants. Don’t forget to watch her fast-paced peepshows based on these poems on her
Youtube Channel….

You can get a copy from robinglasser@yahoo.com
She now reads at various venues in New York.

A very short note just to let you know I’m Hitting the Hotspot today and telling you all about my preparations for the Festive Season and telling you more about Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart.

Pop over and let me know how you’re getting ready for Christmas!

Now really I should unveil this in a blog spot all of it’s own but I’m too excited to wait. I will however be giving you an in depth sneak peek into Snowed in at School later this week but right now I’m going to share the cover and blurb with you!

The weather outside is frightful…

Gary and Lucy, two teachers, are snowed in the school together on Christmas Eve. Gary tries to wade across the school playground to freedom but all that happens is he ends up wet and trouserless and Lucy has to work out some way to warm him up.

Could this be the ideal opportunity for her to make her sexiest fantasies come true?

Snowed in at School will be released on the 22nd December.

I’ll let you have a little bit more about it later this week!