Thursday, November 26, 2015

Shit You Shouldn't Do On Social Media

I hate to break it to all the asshats out there, but social media has rules. Some of these rules are hard learned, with consequences including, but not limited to: being unfriended/unfollowed, reported, blocked, cussed out, and belittled. We're all guilty of breaking some of the rules as we learn what is tolerated and how to play the social media game, but in the effort of avoiding being placed in the "asshat" category, please consider the following Top 10 things you shouldn't do on social media.

#1 Social Media is NOT a Dating Site 
"Creeping on social media only shows what a desperate looser you are"
This means: don't ask someone their location, age, sex, martial status. This is the kind of personal shit people share with those they feel comfortable with, not with random message-sending pricks

#2 DICK Pics are a No-No
"That you're even considering it means you should seriously rethink your entire fucking life."
No one cares how big it is or how you intend to use it. It's just gross. You don't see me sending out pictures of my vagina, do you? If I want to see dick I'll turn on CNN

#3 Don't SHAME Anyone
"Beauty is relative... fuck your opinion."
Nothing says "asshat" like someone who disses a total stranger... Or what's worse: a friend! 

"If you can't present your side of the argument without being a huge douchetwat, shut up."
Civil discussions are fine, but if you bring your guns to social media, someone with a better argument will shoot you the fuck down!

#5 Don't DRINK and POST
"Go get drunk like a normal person. Drunk posting is not the new drunk dial'"
Enough said.

#6 STOP the SPAM
"Be a real person, not an advertisement"
Self promotion is all well and good, but social media is about being social! So be social! Interact and be a real fucking person.

#7 Quit With the AUTO Response 
"There's no greater way to irritate"
If anyone wanted to know more about you, they'd follow those handy dandy little links posted right on your fucking page.

#8 Negativity's a Drag
"People avoid the plague for a reason"
You're sick AGAIN? You day SUCKED? Yeah, so did mine. If you need a pick-me-up from someone, go have a private conversation with your bestie, not the universe at large

"If I see one more damn sympathy post I'm gonna..."
Does your insecurity have no bounds? I don't want to fucking hug you. Don't shame people into giving you sympathy because it's pathetic. This goes for posting imagery of people with severe illness with "Share if you care, scroll if you don't" because it's total bullshit. If I want to support a cause, I will. I don't need you to throw it in my face.

#10 No Trolls Allowed
"...and I got reported for that that!"
If someone is breaking social media rules, someone in CHARGE of said social media will take care of the problem. They have enough real shit to deal with, so don't go vigilante on anyone. If you don't like what you see or read, unfriend/unfollow.

New Short: Compatible Gardens

Bella hates the bus for its lack of space, dirty seats, and crazy passengers. She plays the Stranger Game to pass the time—a game of invented names and stories for the people she encounters. When Mr. Widebottom pushes Ms. Greencoat’s body and hand into her lap, Bella finds that for the first time, she’s become part of the game. Every bump in the road is another push in the right spot, every abrupt stop of the breaks and sudden slip of a digit a seemingly deliberate caress. With her destination several minutes down the road, Bella must decide whether to play the game or not, and if winning is worth prize and judgment of the other passengers.


Ms. Greencoat is moving.

Her legs, which had shuffled a bit back toward the middle of her seat, are now pressed together, her knees angled toward me like an arrow. Her fingers flex under the corner of her bag in my lap, and the back of her hand presses down into me with deliberate force. Each bump in the heavily used city street seems to allow her hand to twist, slightly turn, or roll, until her hand is palm down, leaving it to rest like it’s natural to grasp a high inner thigh.

But it’s not natural.

Each small motion of her rotation makes my body grow more still, and shivers run down my neck and spine. My breath is loud as I inhale through my nose, and each wave of air burns inside my chest. My stomach drops a little too—a motion my jaw mimics for a moment, but as Ms. Stinkeye catches my face, I close my mouth and swallow hard thinking: pray for me Sister; wickedness knows no boundaries.

But is it the wickedness of Ms. Greencoat, or my mistake in thinking her intentions wicked?

Apparently, I’m just as wicked.

A cold sweat begins to coat my back, but it’s not enough to battle the heat that continues to grow inside my gut and fill every vein from my naval downward. It’s not enough to keep my clit from screaming a little lower, a little deeper, a little harder.

And it happens.

Is this happening?

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

New Fiction by Lusty Soul

A steaming and passionate short story of a dinner party that makes you want to skip dessert. 

Lucy accepts an invitation to her friend Sabine and her boyfriend's house to celebrate the turn of the year with them. As January 1st is Lucy's birthday, she has a special treat planned for her friends. Sabine and Lucy have cooked up the recipe together, and Sabine's boyfriend arc will be the lucky guinea pig that will get the first taste... 

Lucy is Sabine's first lesbian lover. But she's in a very satisfying relationship with Marc, whom she loves to death. The only option she has to pursue her romance with Lucy while staying faithful to Marc is to bring the two together. Lucy, a succubus and master seductress, whose wanderings have brought her into the lives of many couples, knows just how to make that happen... 


A new song instigated our bodies. We started moving as one creature to the rhythm of the music, curving and swaying, swinging our heads and arms to the hammering beat, exhibiting our health and sexual dexterity with a surrender and skill only girls looking as good as Sabine and me could possibly get away with. Our touching augmented our passion to barely contained carnality, oblivious of the effect we had on the surrounding metal heads, both male and female. I was hers and she was mine. The kiss in the car had caught me by surprise, robbing me of my lead. But the seduction game - the hunt - had only now begun. I knew she had accepted that as a fact. She expressed this in the way she danced with me. Her hands roamed over my body. Hesitatingly at first, more audaciously as one song blended into another. It reassured me she wouldn’t hold back when the time would come to act on that certainty. I flexed the muscle full tension now, tried to exude as much of my surreal appeal as I could imagine I might, even though I had no idea how to control it, if that were even possible at all. I connected with her, responded to her eagerness with unabridged displays of desire and affection of my own. As she blurred the line between dance and seduction, so did I exhibit how deeply I longed to be with her by answering her touches, glances and teasing brushes of our lips. Our bodies and spirits further entwined until all senses in the club seemed focused on us. 

We danced for hours without taking even a moment to breathe. Everybody within sight was watching us, longing to join us, maybe get lucky with either or both of us. Some of the people and couples closest to us were almost invariably engaged in explicit displays of affection of their own, as if my excitement was like a shock wave pulsing through the crowd in concentric waves. We were approached several times by people who came dancing clumsily in our vicinity, once by a butch looking giantess that could have easily broken me in half to claim Sabine as her conquest. But the bodily union we had created with our mating dance repelled all attempts at rivalry. The attention we harvested, especially Sabine, only added to my excitement. I saw it had the same effect on the crowd, and on my soon-to-be lover. Her touches became even more daring, her advances more urgent. She clearly had difficulty restraining herself from going a step further. I abided a bit more, took my time seducing her, relished watching her explore this new found aspect of her appeal.

Then came the one song I had been hoping and waiting for. A powerful ballad, slow and despondent, at first. But with a tempestuous climax, embodied by one of the most agile and bone-chilling voices in all of Europe. I grabbed her by the waist, pulled her close, and we danced. I buried my face in her neck and breathed in her intoxicating perfume. The smell of her sweat-moistened hair was an aphrodisiac more potent than anything the goddess Aphrodite herself could have cooked up to seduce mere mortal men and women. My fingers traced the curve of her lower back, ran over her spine until I felt it shudder with delight. They climbed higher until my hands rested on her shoulder blades. And as the sublime vocalist audibly drew in a huge breath to drive home the climactic apotheosis of this anthem of Indifferentia, I pressed her closer to me, searched her lips with mine, and sealed both our fates with the kiss I should have given her the day she first bumped into me.

She almost went limp in my arms. I felt her hum with contentment in my mouth, a tantalizing vibration that made the hairs in my neck stand on end. She hugged my head and reciprocated the kiss with complete surrender. She had reached her breaking point; I felt tears trickle down her cheek, moistening our kiss even more with their salty fragrance. As the last notes of the song drifted away, she broke off our embrace, looked at me - indeed moved to tears - and signaled it was time to leave. She didn't hesitate one second, spun on her heels and started elbowing her way through the thick crowd that had aggregated around us.

About the Author: 

A wandering soul, lust; its sole motivation in seeking out encounters that stand out. 

Lusty soul is a pseudonym, an avatar, an interactive immersion in erotica that surpasses mere physical appeasement. Personal encounters spiced up with a dash of fantasy that aim to leave you, the reader, wanting more.
Many manifestations online all have one thing in common...LS, the initials of many personas that all amalgamate into Lusty Soul.

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Friday, November 20, 2015

Reviews: Honesty Vs. Inflated Truth

Most authors go out in search of reviews for their books
Publishers often send out free copies to random reviewers
Many Indie authors ask friends (or established reader base) to review their work

This is always true, but...
What do you do about bad reviews?

Recently I was given a free copy of a book from an indie author in exchange for my honest review of the work. I opened the document, started reading, and... Oh. Well. Sorry. I can't give you my honest review because I can't read the document. Forcing myself to read unedited, unformatted, character-tag-less, description free, plot free mumbo jumbo is a waste of my time and gives me a headache. I understand that the author's done their honest-to-goodness best and it's their personal masterpiece, but the review isn't going to happen. There are no stars that I can award to broken, unpolished literature. 

I explained myself to the author and, instead of giving them a review, suggested what they could do to improve their craft. I even offered to edit their future work. I'm not a professional editor, but I'm confident in my knowledge base to say that "yes, I can help you improve." (And to be honest, I want to help other authors. The best source for learning comes from other people in your working environment, even from those who aren't equally talented.)

I didn't review, but others did. The manuscript in question has over a dozen 5 star reviews on Amazon, and yes, a recent 1 star review. The author posted their displeasure to social media and the author's supporters trashed the reviewer, going as far as picking at her chosen name and calling her dirty words. The reviewer in question was so thoroughly trashed that people have outright blocked the reviewer without question.

This isn't cool. Just... I mean... DUDE! 

Review: Definition: A critical appraisal of a book

Did you read that right? CRITICAL. This means that when a book is given to someone--anyone--for review, that the reviewer should come back with remarks that analyze the work for both its merits and its faults.

Positive reviews makes an author feel good about their craft and help them to sell more books. Negative reviews can make an author feel crappy, but even negative reviews aren't all bad. Having your shortcomings pointed out by others is part of the business of writing. Everyone experiences a poor review at some point because literary works--like art--are subjective to the reader. Not everyone is going to like a particular book. This is something that has to be accepted in order to push forward. Grow from it.

The Problem with Indie Authors and Reviews

Indie authors: please STOP asking your friends to review your books. Your friends are biased. They love you, want to support you, and are willing to lie right to your face that your book is the best thing they've read since the newest release on the New York Time's Best Seller's List. Your friends will give you 4 and 5 star reviews to placate you so you don't lash out at them and/or kill your dream of being a famous author. (Hate to break it to you: only 10% of authors worldwide make enough money off their writing to support themselves). Inflated reviews might puff up the author, but they piss off readers who go out in search of well received books only to find that what they've purchased is complete crap.

(Note: Duh, this isn't how all indie authors go about things. This blog post is simply my reaction to what I see too often)

How Traditional Publishing Gets it Right

A good publisher has a list of reviewers that they work with and who request specific types of books (by genre) for review. The author usually doesn't know the reviewer and vice versa. This is the  BEST way to get that honest review that both indie and traditionally published authors crave. Perfect strangers are far more likely to say "this was great because..." or "this didn't work in the story because..." and "this sucked because...". You can absolutely trust a stranger's first impression. 

AND SO CAN OTHERS. Honest positive reviews will send other readers your way. If someone learns your work is filled with inflated opinions, they're going to hate you and probably share their experience about you as an author with other readers. Word of mouth is a big deal. It can make you or break you. 

The point of writing is to tell a good story, be read by others, and hopefully make a little cash on the side, all of which is better accomplished by honest reviews. If you're done the hard work as an author (good story, beta readers, some editing, easy to read formatting, a little marketing), the good reviews will come.

What Do You Do About Negative Reviews?

1) Thank your reviewer! They put in their personal time and energy to have a look, and they kept up their end of the bargain. You asked for their opinion and they gave it to you.
2) Analyze why you were given poor marks. Understand that you have things to work on
3) Accept that you're not Steven King and might never be as equally successful 
4) Keep writing. Take a deep breath and move forward. 

Where To Find Reviewers Who Aren't Friends

Search engines are your honest friends. Social media platforms are your honest friends. There are entire groups on Facebook and Google+ devoted to giving reviews, and bored housewives with numerous kids are creating blogs all about their favorite genres and the books they crave. Don't be lazy. Do the research. You'll be all the better for it.

Monday, November 9, 2015

Guest Author Jaye Peaches

Thank you, Angora, for inviting me to your blog. It’s lovely to meet you. I’m sharing my latest release, Taken as Payment, which is a BDSM Sci-Fi romance.

Excerpt from "Taken As Payment"

His jaw had dropped and eyes widened into opaque moons when he’d come out of the shower. The look confirmed what she suspected—he wouldn’t deny her because he couldn’t deny himself the gift she offered him, just like the Chandros code stated—it was his duty to desire and pleasure her.

Iona waited, providing him time to assimilate her declaration of readiness. He scratched his chin—the end-of-day stubble had begun to grow back and it gave his face a sharper outline. His wet hair had risen up into short spikes and he ran his hand through it, combing it down. Those tiny gestures she liked. They proved he was weighing up the situation, judging her and, she thought, her appearance had made him a little nervous. Underneath his alpha armor, Xane had a caring heart.

“What do you want, Iona?” he asked softly.

She swallowed hard. A lump of nerves had formed in her throat. “You. And only you.”

“I don’t know if I can promise you that.”

“I know.” She smiled. “I can assure you, I need nobody else but you.”


When she is taken from her home and forced to work in the powerful city of Chandros to pay the debts of her small farming community, twenty-year-old Iona Meers is furious. After an intimate, humiliating medical examination conducted in full view of Chief Inspector Xane—the man she considers responsible for her predicament—her seething anger turns into outright defiance.

Having noted both Iona’s rebelliousness and her helpless arousal during her examination, Xane decides to bring her home with him as his personal servant. Iona’s disobedience quickly results in her being pulled over Xane’s knee for a long, hard spanking on her bare bottom, yet despite her best efforts to ignore her body’s response to his dominance, she soon realizes that there is a reason Xane is known among his people for his skill as a virgin claimer.

Iona’s longing for Xane’s touch grows stronger with each passing day, and yielding to his dominant lovemaking arouses her beyond anything she could have ever imagined. But when a long-buried secret from her past comes to light and calls everything Iona thought she knew about herself into question, will it strengthen her bond with Xane or tear them apart forever?

Publisher’s Note: Taken as Payment is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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About the Author:

Exploring the world of BDSM and romantic kinky lifestyles has been a passion of Jaye Peaches - to portray the desires beyond the erotic sexual encounters and unearth the personalities that lie beneath. Having written short stories and read many books, she issued a challenge to herself and decided to write her own novels of domination and submission.

When not writing, Jaye is busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

Jaye lives in NW England.

Interview With Jaye Peaches:

1) Why do you write erotic romance?

I read many genres, erotica is just one of my favourite flavours, and I always wanted to be a writer since I was a small child. So when I found myself out of a job, I penned a few short stories and started a blog. I wrote solidly for a year without thinking about publishing. Then when my first submission was accepted by Stormy Night Publications, I built up a momentum and the ideas keep coming. Erotica is such a varied genre, it's not just about the romance and sex, it's the opportunity to experiment with lots of different scenarios and relationships. I also love to explore kink, especially power exchanges.

2) What inspired you to write your latest book "Taken As Payment"?

The latest trends in Sci-Fi are diverse and what influenced me was the idea in Hunger Games and Insurgent - that people have no choices and have to conform to what society dictates. So I conjured up a rebellious young woman and a stern alpha male to discipline her, and you've got the makings of an erotic BDSM story.

3) What was your favorite part about writing your book and why?

It's not all about the sex and kink, I enjoy creating the interplay between the characters. Tension and occasionally humour helps shape them. I wanted the heroine, Iona, to discover something about her past that would turn everything on its head for her. Suddenly, she's faced with the realisation she's not as different as she thought. It took a few drafts before I worked out how to do this.

4) If you could choose one of your characters to be a real person, who would it be and why?

It would have to be Xane, my alpha and dominant. He's sexy, firm and fair minded. Since he's a bit of a disciplinarian, he'd probably would help me focus on writing!

5) What is the most challenging aspect about being a writer?

Keeping my ideas original, the writing fresh and the readers interested enough to follow my endeavours. I like researching the facts and background to an idea, however, this can take up way too much time sometimes!

6) What do you enjoy doing in your spare time?

I'm a musician and if I'm not writing or reading, then I'm playing my instruments. The rest of the time is spent being mum to my kids and wife to my husband. Naturally, I'm happy being part of my family.

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Guest Author Tonya Kinzer

Come Tame Me - Hero Interview by Tonya Kinzer

Angora, thank you so much for having Gabe and me on your blog! Come Tame Me is book one in the Wild Fillies series and does contain adult reading material! *wink*

Welcome everyone and thank you for stopping in! Since you’re here, I’m assuming you love to read sexy westerns and I hope each you enjoy my story of Cassi and Gabe. I got to sit down recently with the handsome hero of my book, Gabriel Jackson, to find out more about him for my readers. We love getting inside the head of our characters and want to know what makes them tick.

Tonya: You left your family’s ranch in Montana to live in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. What made you move?

Gabe: My father and older brother ran the ranch there with several great guys who help out. I wanted a change so I got into the rodeo circuit and found I enjoyed the calf and steer roping. I tried bull riding but decided I like having my brains and body in one piece. Jackson Hole was one of the rodeo stops and that’s where I met Blake Mitchell and some of his ranch hands who also got involved in the local rodeo.

Tonya: How did you end up working at Blake’s ranch?

Gabe: One of his guys talked me into helping with the cattle herd, training their horses and keeping the younger guys in line. Working on the ranch is where I met Blake’s daughter, Cassandra. We got along well and had many of the same interests. Our chemistry wasn’t bad either! (wink)

Tonya: How did her father take to the idea of his daughter seeing one of the cowboys?

Gabe: I got along quite well with her father and after several years of working for him, I became his ranch manager when his interests went beyond the ranch. Before all that, Cassi wanted to learn calf roping and became quite good at it. We got closer and built a relationship that worked for us…until her parents divorced and her mother took Cassi to Tennessee.

Tonya: Hhmm…that sounds tough, especially if the two of you had a good relationship. Did you stay in touch?

Gabe: (long pause, Gabe stares at me) An incident happened that involved the four of us and another woman. I won’t go into that here. We all make mistakes; I’d rather forget that happened. Your readers will have to read our story.

Tonya: Okay then…What do you do on the ranch to stay in such good shape? I’m guessing more than office duties!

Gabe: I’m not one to sit behind a desk. I get my job done there and then head out to help the guys. We move bales of hay, clean out the stalls, mend fence lines on the property, work with new horses and rope a few steer so our rodeo skills stay top notch!

Tonya: (squirming in my seat, finding it hard to keep my gaze from roaming over his arms and chest) What qualities do you look for in a woman?

Gabe: She has to have a mind of her own, be comfortable with the life choices she’s made, know what she wants out of life and not be afraid to take chances. I want a woman by my side who can be a partner to me, someone I can talk to and share life with. I’m a sucker for green eyes…and Cassi has all of these attributes.

Tonya: It sounds to me like you’re still stuck on Cassi.

Gabe: You could say that, but she told me never to contact her when she left ten years ago and I’ve honored her wish. It’s been hard but I held onto hope that one day she’d return to the ranch, so I’ve stayed there.

Tonya: That’s a long time to wait for one woman! Did you date other women?

Gabe: Not many. The ranch keeps me busy and if you get a woman in your head, sometimes other aspects of your life fall apart…unless she’s your soul mate. I met her once…she left…and I’ve not met another woman like Cassi in ten years, so I stay busy on the ranch.

Tonya: That tells me that you’re a one-woman man, hon. Gabe, thank you for taking time out from your hard work on the ranch to chat with me. Readers, you can read an erotic excerpt HERE, be warned it IS explicit!

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Ladies, there you have it! Is he someone you’d love to have as a soul mate? Yummy! I’ll let you in on a secret…not all handsome men are as down to earth as Gabe. Your soul mate could already be in your life!
If you’d like to watch the book trailer to

Come Tame Me, click HERE.

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Tuesday, November 3, 2015

A Sexy m/m Encoutner

The Encounter" by Angora Shade

Hoping to escape the hot dance floor at a crowded club, a pilot finds himself wandering a dark secluded hallway. He’s pleased to see a table, but he’s startled when a shadow moves. Suddenly face to face with his ideal man candy, the pilot discovers the beauty of strangers and the thrill of sex in public places.


“I like this hallway,” he says, turning back to me and placing two hands directly upon me. His fingers flex over my pecs and the tips of his short nails dig playfully into my shirt. He pushes his body square against me, the movements of his breathing mimicking my own surprised and excited rhythm. Bringing his face closer to my ear, he speaks in a teasing whisper. “I prefer my company in the dark.”

I’m a little shocked at his bold and aggressive personality, but I like it. I hate how so many men I’ve been with have played the come-chase-me game, or the, I’m-only-going-to-pretend-I’m-into-you thing. This guy is different; clear intentions. No games. No jokes.

No problem.

I’m about to introduce myself when he pushes me backward against the wall. I hit the brick with a genuine oof of both astonishment and force, and find my hands have shot out around his hard waist. His muscular abs flex under my thumbs, and I feel drowned by his intense gaze.

His breath falls warm against my face. “I think you want what I want.”

What I want… I want this man. Every inch of my body is ready to fly at him, twitching and pushing for release like the stiff nudge of my dick against my government issue boxer briefs. Screw Jay. He’s late and I’m feeling attention starved. I’m single and I don’t want to be.

He looks me up and down, licking his lips. “God, I love a man in uniform.”