Reaching Out from a Mind as Dirty as All Outdoors

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I'll be discussing erotica here, the writing of it and the people who write it, as well as what we've written. I find all these aspects stimulating, but if any of them bore you, feel free to skim. You never know what you might miss, though.

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Thursday, March 12, 2015

Dark, Delicious, and Twisted: Book Bundle Blog Tour for Alison Tyler

For years, Alison Tyler has thrilled us with her novels, as well as dozens of anthologies-on-the-edge. [Keep reading here to find out about a give-away of one these, Twisted,] Now she’s presenting the greatest gift of all: herself. This trilogy of novels based partly on her own life is written with passion, lyricism, and a profoundly kinky sensibility.

I reviewed the first in the series, Dark Secret Love, when it first came out. Here’s just a taste of what I said:

“Does the idea of submission intrigue you, but the much-discussed books you’ve sampled seem to fall flat? Or do you long for work that truly resonates with what you already know you want? Does knowing that a story has true life at it core turn you on? Maybe you appreciate fine erotic writing, no matter what its flavor, or can’t resist an author who chooses her title from the vivid, surreal, enigmatic poetry of William Blake. How can you resist a juxtaposition of ‘dark,’ ‘secret,’ and ‘love?’

Nothing can describe this book as well as Alison’s own words, and she’s given us a wonderful excerpt that I’ve posted below, but humor me for a few minutes while I discuss some of my own reactions.
As the story unfolds, I was especially struck by the way Alison’s alter-ego, Samantha, had her own personal take on submission. Her need for pain with sex had less to do with the usual endorphins or amorphous sense of guilt, and more to do with finding her own core ability to endure, “take it,” even refuse to use a safe word. For her, submission expressed a secret strength, not a weakness. And, having already known so long just what she wanted from a man, her real moment of revelation came in this passage:
‘I need this, too,’ Jack told me. And everything changed. By taking care of me, he was taking care of himself. I don’t think I’d ever tried to envision the situation from a Dom’s point of view before.’

Just one more thought before serving the main course of Alison’s own words. Very near the end there’s an image that stays in my mind, as of course it’s intended to stay in every reader’s. Into Jack’s stark, minimalist, black-and white apartment, Samantha dares to introduce a strikingly red blanket—and Jack reveals how much he needs the closeness that lets him raise that same intense glow of color on her pale, lovely asscheeks.

In the Blake poem that supplies this book’s title, the line before ‘dark secret love’ includes the phrase “crimson joy.” The sequel to Dark Secret Love, coming out very soon now, has the fine title The Delicious Torment, but I find myself hoping that someday Alison will use the title Crimson Joy for a book. It would be great for a collection or anthology of spanking stories, but even better for another Alison Tyler novel.”

You can find my complete review including Alison’s own words here:

  Then came second book, The Delicious Torment, hitting me even harder than the first. Here’s some of what I had so say about it:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,…

You’ve seen Shakespeare’s sonnet number 116. You’ve probably heard it read. In fact, I read aloud it at my brother’s wedding. But it isn’t about weddings, as such, but about two people who match each other’s needs so perfectly that nothing can destroy their love.

Alison Tyler’s The Delicious Torment, the sequel to her Dark, Secret Love, is about two people with such intense, specific, on-the-edge needs that it seems like a miracle that they found each other.

Samantha, the heroine based on Alison Tyler herself, is “ensconced in an S/M relationship that makes everything I’ve done before turn a whiter shade of pale.” Jack is older, a high-powered lawyer, whose need to dominate through “pain and shame and utter humiliation” could only be satisfied by a woman like Samantha, as strong in her way as she is submissive. Pain and humiliation are pleasure to her, even when she dreads them, and they bring her to orgasm even when they bring her to tears. Jack gives her what she needs, and she loves him without reserve, while he needs her love as much as her submission, even though he needs her to prove that love over and over.

There are plenty of S/M books out there now, but nobody does it with as much style and skill as Alison Tyler. Nobody makes it as real, as convincing, as appealing even to people whose tastes have never run that way. And the story here is more than a series of “scenes,” even though the traditional canes and belts and crops and chains play their part. The relationship has its twists and turns and unexpected deviations, especially when it comes to involve a third person. There are adjustments and alterations that might strain a love less strong. Jack’s difficulty in trusting Samantha’s love and the lengths he goes to in testing her could have destroyed the very thing he craved. But no impediment is great enough to tear these true minds (and bodies) apart.

For more, and Alison’s own excerpts, go here:

How can you resist going directly to the next book, Wrapped Around His Finger? This time I’ll let you immerse yourself in it with no preconceptions form me. Once I’ve savored it two or three more times, and caught my breath, maybe I’ll write another review.

Now for the give-away part. I’m offering two copies of Alison’s recent anthology,
Twisted: Bondage with an Edge.

My obvious reason for choosing this one is that I have a story in it myself, so I thought of posting an excerpt of that. On second thought, though, considering some reviews I’ve seen, maybe I’d better not. You might be better off not thinking my piece is representative of the book as a whole; in fact, there’s so much variety in the anthology that no single story can represent it. I’ll just quote a couple of reviews, so you can’t say you weren’t warned.

“Sacchi Green is so good at writing scary stories, and her ‘Stag Beetle’ was so well done - it'll be a cold day in hell before a story with insects in it will turn me on, but she writes the scene effortlessly - extremely evocative.”


“’Stag Beetle,’ by Sacchi Green, is the most unusual story in this anthology. The one almost guaranteed to make people squirm. Would you let a big bug walk over you? How about if you were tied up? Think of those little insect feet on your bare skin. You know your safe word. Would you use it?’”

Really, my story is a rather sweet D/s romance. And hot. And with a very pretty silk kimono. What’s not to like? But all the other stories are much better. Trust me.

If you like short-short kinky stories, you’ll love the book as a whole.  If you want to win a free copy, just comment on this post,  and if somehow Blogger is uncooperative, you can comment over on my Facebook status where I discuss this post, or e-mail me at You have until March 31 to enter.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Free E-Book! Beyond 50: An Erotic Sampler

Sample the BDSM erotic writing of 49 authors who know their way around the world of kink. Edited by DL King, free from All Romance E-Books.

If you don't want to go to All Romance E-books for a copy, comment here and I'll send you a copy in PDF format. The whole purpose of the book is to introduce readers to the work of these excellent writers.

Why yes, I have a story excerpt in this one, involving A White Tigress in ancient China and the handmaiden who knows how to handle her while her Jade Dragon can only watch. The excerpt can stand on it's own, but you'll find the full story, White Tigress, Scarlet Stripes in my collection A Ride to Remember from Lethe Press.

Monday, December 22, 2014

Another New CFS, for Lesbian Historical Romance

Through the Hourglass: Lesbian Historical Romance (working title)
Publisher: The Liz McMullen Show Publications
Editors: Sacchi Green and Patty G. Henderson
Deadline: May 31, 2015
Publication: Fall of 2015
Preferred Length: 3000-5000 words
Payment: $30 plus two paperback copies
Rights: The Liz McMullen Show Publications requires the right to publish the original story in the above-mentioned anthology, in print, digital and audible forms, exclusively for one year after publication (exceptions made for “year’s best” anthologies) and non-exclusively thereafter. The author retains copyright.

We have always been here, in every era and every area of society, even though we’ve been all but invisible in recorded history. Now is your chance to use your imagination, research a period of history that intrigues you, and tell us fictional stories about the lesbian women who came before us. From the 1500s to the mid-1900s, from the late Renaissance and Elizabethan times to World Wars I and II, give us characters true to their times, and true to themselves, not modern people inserted into the past. Draw us into a time and place, its customs, inhibitions, aspirations, and patterns of thought and speech, and into the lives of fully developed, complex characters.

Show us intense relationships and emotional bonds. Some degree of erotic tension is acceptable, but this is not a place for outright erotica. Happy endings are welcome if they seem plausible, and so are heart-rending encounters fated to live on only in memory. Diversity of culture will be appreciated. We want variety in scenarios and time periods, so feel free to contact us to see whether we seem to be getting too much from any era or setting, or with any other queries.

Original, unpublished stories only. Multiple submissions are okay, but no simultaneous submissions.

In keeping with our theme of lesbians throughout history, a portion of the proceeds will be donated to a charity that assists senior lesbians.

Submit your stories in .doc or .docx to

You can also query me at      


Tuesday, December 9, 2014

New Call for Submissions: Lesbian Historical Military Erotica

Thunder of War, Lightning of Desire: Lesbian Historical Military Erotica (Working Title)

Edited by Sacchi Green
Published by Lethe Press

More than six hundred women—most likely many more—passed as men to fight in the American Civil War, and that’s not counting the nurses and spies. In WWI women served as nurses and ambulance drivers, and in Russia Maria Boskareva’s Women’s Battalion of Death was not the only group of female fighters. By WWII women were ferrying fighter planes in the US and the UK, and in Russia the “Night Witches” flew bombers. For the nurses and WACs in the Korean and Vietnam Wars the front lines were everywhere, and the “long-haired army” on the Viet Cong side fought al least as fiercely as any men.

Give me stories about passionate women finding each other amidst the storm of war, coming together for comfort, driven by adrenaline and hormones, hurling their pleasure into the teeth of mortality. From the nurses with Florence Nightingale in the Crimea to those with MASH units in Korea and Vietnam, from female soldiers taking shelter behind stone walls at Chancellorsville to French Resistance operatives trysting behind haystacks in Normandy, from any military conflict anywhere between 1850 and the 1970s, find a period you can be passionate about, research it until you know it more intimately than you remember yesterday, and write characters and a plot and fiery sex that can sweep readers right along with them. Diversity of characters is more than welcome.

I’ll only be taking a few stories from each time period, sometimes even just one, so feel free to tell me what you’re working on so I can tell you whether too many others are doing something similar. Inquiries are advisable, but not mandatory. Historical accuracy counts, and so do originality and intensity and all those elements we need to see in the best erotic fiction. Give me brief encounters or lifetime commitments even when life is in the balance; desperate embraces or dark humor; whatever your characters need to get them through the night, and through the war.  Know your history as well as your characters, and write a story as intriguing as it is steamy.

The preferred story length is between 3000 and 6000 words. Payment will be from $50 to $150, depending on length, and two copies of the paperback. The deadline is April 30, 2015. Queries are welcome; contact me at    

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Darkness Illuminated-- Cover Me with Darkness by Janine Ashbless

Every once in a while I’m inspired to share one of my reviews here, and this is certainly one of those times.

Cover Me with Darkness first had me in its grip when I read the original short story in Mitzi Szereto’s Red Velvet and Absinthe (also from Cleis Press.) The rugged setting in the mountains of Montenegro, the atmosphere of profound darkness illuminated by flashes of desire, ancient mysteries startlingly present in our own time… Yes, I wanted more! And now there is more, with even more, it’s said, to come. I can’t wait.

I review books regularly for the web site, where I do my best to assess each book on the basis of how well I think it will appeal to its intended audience, even when I myself am decidedly not that audience. It’s such joy now to be able to review something that pushes so many of my own buttons, both sensual and literary. As a writer and editor, I can be as turned on by beautiful, powerful, evocative writing as by explicit sex scenes, and Janine Ashbless provides all of those, including the sex, in abundance.

Vampires don’t heat my blood. Super-rich executives dominating insipid girls have a downright chilling effect, not from horror but from boredom. But a fallen angel? Not the fluffy do-good type, but an avatar of traditions so old they may predate written history, so universal that Prometheus in the ancient Greek pantheon and Loki in Norse mythology, tortured and imprisoned by their peers, are variations on that same theme. As the heroine Milja tells us, “Loki. Prometheus. Azazel. Amirani in Georgia, as I found out later when I started searching on the Internet. All demiurges involved in the creation and nurture of mankind. All rebels fettered for eternity by a God or gods who would not tolerate insurrection.” Now there’s a story to light my fires.

Here’s the blurb from the back of the book. Am I the only reader who’s put off by  stereotypical romance book blurbs with  their will-she-or-won’t-she formats? In this case, don’t be put off!

If You Loved an Angel... How Far Would You Fall with Him?

What happens when the daughter of the village priest falls in love with an archangel banished from heaven? Milja’s heart is struck when she catches a glimpse of the preternaturally beautiful prisoner her father keeps captive beneath his church’s altar. Torn between tradition, loyalty and her growing obsession with the fallen angel, will Milja risk losing her family, and her eternal soul, for the love of this divine being? Janine Ashbless will transport you to a world where good and evil battle for true love.”

The first point I want to make is that the battle is by no means between clear-cut evil and pure good. That’s a great deal of its charm, as is the fact that both the seductive “bad guy” angel and the superficially “good guy” human counterpoint are multi-layered, complex characters with their own mysteries and secrets, some of which (I suspect) the “good guy” may not even know about himself. That’s one of the reasons I look forward to future books in what promises to be a series.

The second point is that while Milja may start out appearing, as she says later, as “a helpless waif-girl, a victim of powers beyond my control,” she grows in the course of the book, in ways both natural and, it’s hinted, supernatural.

My third point is that, while some readers see a comparison with books like Dan Brown’s thrillers, the real comparison I see is that Cover Him with Darkness is much better-written in terms of the flow of its prose and its descriptive power. Once the series is complete it might well make a better movie than Brown’s works. Many scenes are superbly cinematic, even without a cinematic treatment. You don’t need movie special effects to appreciate, for example, the inspired juxtaposition of the true supernatural with the Burning Man festival, that celebration of all that’s “unpredictable and unnerving and new, grotesque or beautiful or both,” where an archangel in a suit is viewed with suspicion, but cheered when he switches in an instant to black leather biker-garb—and pure white wings. And to my literary text-oriented mind, no cinematography could improve on images like, “He was not in a kindly mood. Behind him the starry sky wrinkled into rip-lines like the pinions of mighty wings, but the light that bled in upon us from that other place beyond was a deep red, and it lit the whole scene with a bloody crimson hue. His eyes caught that light and glowed like rubies, and a heat-haze shudder in the air made his form shimmer.”

 On further reflection, while it’s true that the book (or books) would (and maybe will) make a great movie if some producer and director could be trusted to do the project justice, don’t wait for that. For one thing, no mainstream movie is likely to dare to do full justice to the erotic aspects, sometimes grimly harsh, sometimes tender, often complex, always ecstatic in their way, and always compellingly arousing. For true sense surround, read the book.

And search out Janine Ashbless’s writing wherever you can find it:

Cover Him with Darkness

Janine’s Bio:
Janine Ashbless is a writer of fantasy erotica and steamy romantic adventure – and that’s “fantasy” in the sense of swords ‘n’ sandals, contemporary paranormal, fairytale, and stories based on mythology and folklore.  She likes to write about magic and mystery, dangerous power dynamics, borderline terror, and the not-quite-human.
Janine has been seeing her books in print ever since 2000, and her novels and single-author collections now run into double figures. She’s also had numerous short stories published by Black Lace, Nexus, Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, Harlequin Spice, Storm Moon, Xcite, Mischief Books, and Ellora’s Cave among others. She is co-editor of the nerd erotica anthology Geek Love.
Her work has been described as: "hardcore and literate" (Madeline Moore) and "vivid and tempestuous and dangerous, and bursting with sacrifice, death and love."   (Portia Da Costa)

Janine Ashbless Goodreads

Janine Ashbless Facebook

Amazon UK Author Page

Amazon US Author Page




Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Women with Handcuffs Audiobook--Want a free copy?

Another free audiobook! I have a bunch of codes now for free copies of my anthology Women with Handcuffs from Cleis Press. This is a re-issue of Lesbian Cops, which was a Lambda Award Finalist, but sank like a stone in terms of sales. Doing better now. The fine writers in this book give the theme hidden depths and a wide variety of interpretations, so even if you don't think the subject would appeal to you, try it for the vivid characters and good writing.
If you want a copy, message me on Facebook or e-mail me at Reviews would be greatly appreciated, but there's no pressure to do them.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Snog for Sommer on Smut for Good!

Sommer Marsden is one of my favorite writers of erotica, and I feel honored every time she contributes a story to one of my anthologies. Now I’m posting a snog scene of my own for the Smut for Good campaign to support Sommer and her family in their fierce battle with cancer. To find links to dozens and dozens of  steamy snogs, and to find out how to donate if you can, go to

This snippet is from my story “Crème Brulee” in the new anthology All You Can Eat, edited by Andi Marquette and R.G. Emanuelle, a book chock full of tasty (and satisfying!) goodness.

The newcomers seemed to be busy building a fire of driftwood on the beach. I moved my car to the far end of the parking lot. In the glow of the overhead light I leaned over the front seat into the back to get my treasures out of their chilly container. Raf took the opportunity to knead my upturned butt and tease between my thighs, but with a steel-willed effort I got the ramekins safely onto a towel folded on the front seat between us.
“Crème brûlée!” I said triumphantly. “Have you ever had it?”
“Just seen it on restaurant menus a time or two without paying attention. What’s it mean? Bruised cream?”
“That sounds intriguingly kinky, but no. More like broiled cream. The top is covered with raw sugar, melted under a broiler or a propane torch, and then it hardens like glass.” I dug some plastic spoons out of the side pocket on the door where I tend to shove them when I get drive-through coffee. “Dig in,” I said, knowing what would be likely to happen.
Raf’s spoon broke on the mottled golden surface.
“You’re the stonecutter in this crew,” she said. “You do it.”
I took out my pocketknife, covered it in the plastic wrap that had protected the desserts, and brought it down hard on one sugar-glazed portion. Cracks rayed out, letting glimpses of the inner custard showed through. “That’s yours. Now you break my shell.”
She did it with one hand, while the other pulled my head close for a long, sensuous kiss. Finally, she pulled away. “So did I break through?”
I couldn’t even remember whether we’d done anything as slow and sweet as kissing last year. “Oh, yeah.” I was breathless. “No shell left at all.”
“Looks like some crunchy bits left in the dishes.” She took my spoon and scooped up some of the rich creamy custard along with fragments of sugar glaze. “Mmm. Now I know what you see in this. Such rich, smooth cream inside that stony exterior.” She took another bite, then offered me one. We alternated with the spoon, feeding each other, until the last bites were accidentally-on-purpose smeared across our lips. The licking and kissing that followed got us so revved up that driving all the way back to Wellfleet without relief was out of the question, so I pulled off at the Pilgrim Springs Trail parking lot, mercifully unoccupied.