Showing posts with label Salome Wilde. Show all posts
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Friday, August 29, 2014

Naughty Prof – 69 Tales of Submission




I love a good challenge. Rachel Kramer Bussel set the parameters: a kinky tale of submission in under 1,200 words. When you’re writing that short, every word matters!

Let me throw out the caveat, “Naughty Prof” isn’t written from personal experience. As a college professor, I figured I better get that cleared up. When brainstorming the topic, though, there’s that reversal of control. While the teacher rules the classroom, what happens when the student (or in this case, a former student) takes over?

“Naughty Prof” opens with: You say I’ve been a “bad girl” and ask if I want to be punished. If only you knew how naughty I’ve been.

The Big Book of Submission packs together a wonderful collection of authors. Check out treasures from C. Margery Kempe, Erzabet Bishop, Shenoa Carroll-Bradd, Lucy Felthouse, Salome Wilde, Annabeth Leong and so, so many more! Here’s a link to the full Table of Contents.

The anthology is available at most major retailers, including Amazon, B&N and ARe.

Want more behind-the-scenes of these naughty tales? Check out the other stops on the release tour.


All the best,

Louisa Bacio

Friday, November 8, 2013

Shakespearotica


While I write erotic romance, I’m a pure English geek at heart. With a master’s degree in English, and one in journalism, when I saw Salome Wilde’s call for submissions for a queer, erotic Shakespeare anthology … Well, I couldn’t control myself.

My first movie date with hubby was “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” You know, the one with Calista Flockhart and Kevin Kline. Since then, I’ve seen it on stage, in the children’s theater and at a Long Beach outdoor viewing. Oh, and I’ve taught Shakespeare in college.

Of course, I had to take on my favorite. This time, that interloper Puck doesn’t discriminate between the sexes. Here’s a teaser into “All Pucked Up: A Midsummer Night’s Romp.”

A mist hangs over the treetops of a lush forest, clinging to the gnarled trunks and slipping between the outstretched branches. Golden dust sparkles in the dimming light, bringing a new type of illumination as the day ends and the creatures of the night awake. Bright, dancing figures pirouette from limb to limb, flashing lavender, canary yellow, and dazzling turquoise. The unknowing eye may think they are tricks of the light. A blink, and everything settles back to what it should be. But if one keeps one’s eyes open, it’s amazing what can be seen in the land of dreams.

Voices crash through the silence. Arguing with passion, two figures step into sight: Lysander, a slender man, all in white, and Hermia, a petite woman, her blonde hair disheveled.

“I’m tired. I can’t go on any further.” She drops her basket onto the soft grass, and plants herself on a nearby stump. “You’re a slave driver, and I tell you I’m done.”

“Hermia, please. We must keep going if we’re going to make it. If we stop for too long, your father is bound to send the Duke’s men after us.”

“Then let him, for being caught may be better than going on. I’m not cut out for such excursions.” Her bosom heaves with each breath, and on the last word, she throws her arm over her forehead and covers her eyes. After a moment of silence, she peeks to ensure Lysander’s attention.

“Fair Hermia, let me lay out this soft blanket for you to rest your weary body. Your comfort means the world to me.”

A flutter of periwinkle blankets the sky as the material cascades downward. Above, in the treetops, curious eyes watch. The woman reclines, moaning and whimpering as she tries to find a comfortable resting position. After catching the hint, Lysander removes his tunic, exposing an alabaster belly and hairless chest, and rolls it into a makeshift pillow.

“Here, my lady, lay your head upon my clothing.”

With a blissful sigh, she shuts her eyes, and Lysander lies next to her. From this vantage point, he can see down her shirt, smallish breasts exposed for his viewing pleasure. His pantaloons rise as thoughts of a lady inhabit his mind, though not the one beside him.

Close by in the forest roam two others: Helena, with determined, dark eyes, stumbles in pursuit of Demetrius.

“Hermia, where are you? Her-mi-a?” the lad calls out.

Want more? I promise, the anthology will titillate.

Shakespearotica: Queering the Bard

Salome Wilde's first edited collection of erotica and erotic romance offers 10 titillating tales spanning the LGBTQ spectrum based on some of Shakespeare's most well-known plays and most memorable characters. Authors, including seasoned pros and fresh faces, take readers on lustful adventures in Shakespeare's era, our own, and far beyond.  Whether through comedy or drama, by queering a favorite play or depicting wicked backstage antics in contemporary productions, there's something for every Bard-loving reader, and even those new to his intricate, intimate delights.

Here’s the lineup:

"By Any Other Name" by Anna Black
"The Buttboy of Nicomedes: A Masque in Eight Scenes" by Wes Hartley
"For Love or Duty" by Penelope Addams
"The Ills We Do" by Salome Wilde
"All Pucked Up: A Midsummer Night’s Romp" by Louisa Bacio
"A Well-Placed Pinch" by Jean Roberta
"Much Ado About a Kiss" by Caitlin Ricci
"A Tight to Remember" by Rob Rosen
"Smoke Signals" by Laila Black
"As We Like It: A Romance" by Tilly Hunter

Available Nov. 8 via Storm Moon Press and other eRetailers.

Louisa Bacio