Monday, April 29, 2013

I'm late, I'm late, I'm late...


Ok, this time I have an excuse. I pulled double shifts this weekend at the second job. By the time my weary bones made it home, it was an effort just to crawl into bed.

But there is still time! For what? you ask.

To vote in round one of Alison Tyler's Smut-A-Thon. :D

Our first assignment seemed to be a piece of cake (double chocolate fudge if you please). What our perfect setting for an erotic story would be. No people, no action, just the setting. In two hundred little words. Simple right?

WRONG. So very, very wrong.

But what came out were fifteen very different, very special ideas.

So, on that note, voting ends at midnight tomorrow. So follow the link, vote for your favourite (no I can't tell you which one is mine but that's ok - they're all awesome!), and tune in to see who advances.

Kind of like The Voice and American Idol, except without the nasty judges or the super-fine bromance between Blake Shelton & Adam Levine. You know, these two gorgeous pieces of man-flesh.

Did I really just say that? Oh boy...

Make sure to follow the authors, even if they don't make it through every round. Because they're chosen for being talented. And awesome. And super, super sexy.

Did I mention talented? And awesome?

Ok, good.

Monday, April 15, 2013

What's in a Name?

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That which we call smut by any other name, would still be as hot, and sexy, and steamy...

In this case, it's Alison Tyler's Project Smut-way. Or Smut Marathon. Or Smut-A-Thon. Well, whatever you call it, it's time for the 2013 edition!

The last time we did this, I made it so close to the end, only to be ousted in Round Eleven. But let me tell you, I'd never had so much fun writing.

We had a stellar line-up of contestants back then, including May Deva, Dorla Moorehouse, Joss Lockwood, Monocle, Vida Bailey, Scarlett Greyson and Willsin Rowe to name a few.

This time around, the competition is doubly fierce as more smutters want to participate in the fun and games.

So, pop over to Alison's Smut Marathon blog, and meet the contestants. And keep your eyes peeled for the challenges and entries.

The first time around was amazingly fun and challenging. And what's the saying about things being better the second time around?

I can't wait!

Friday, April 12, 2013

Bad, bad kitty....

Taming His Wild Cat.

It never fails to amaze me at how truly talented writers don’t need a lot of words to get their point across. Andrea Dale is one of those. This story, in Alison Tyler’s latest anthology Sudden Sex, is approximately two hundred words.

That’s all - two hundred simple, tiny words. But put them all together, and it’s a quick, intense, erotic experience that left me diving for my laptop and my bookmarked sex shops.

And because it’s only two hundred words, there’s really no summing it up. So I’ll just leave you with four of my own: hot, kinky, wild.


Click the link to purchase your own copy of this sizzling anthology, courtesy of the one, the only, Alison Tyler.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

On the road again....

I'm taking a mini vay-cay.

I'm over at Unapologetic Fiction visiting with the lovely Sommer Marsden and surviving, what seems like, the Spanish Inquisition, which I totally didn't expect.

(Anyone out there get that?)

So grab a bottle and come on over. Who knows? You might find out something about me that you didn't know.

Or maybe just something you didn't want to....hehe.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

There's No Going Back

Twenty years it's been
Since you had to let me go.
Leave me to my own devices,
to fend for myself
to prove what I know.

You imparted all your wisdom,
gave me what you could.
Put my feet on the path I needed,
but how could you know
that it forked within the wood?

And I took the path less travelled,
though it was clear that it was wrong.
I mad some very bad decisions,
that we're mine, and mine to own.

For years I've wished I'd listened,
as I walked your hallowed halls,
and embraced what I was given,
in the years you called me yours.

If I could turn back the clock,
if I could turn back time,
I'd do it all again,
by the rules of your design.

Then maybe there'd be less regret,
and a lot less pain,
if I could just go back,
and be in high school again.

© 2013 Miz Angell

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

GAHHH - Behind, AGAIN...Naturally

Hell, I barely get my submissions in by deadlines, usually squeaking through at the very last minute (like 11:59pm the day of). So that's why I'm not surprised to find that I am LATE starting NaPoWriMo - which I have to say is a hell of a lot easier for me to deal with than NaNoWriMo.

For those who don't know the difference - April is National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo - get it?). So us aspiring poets write a poem a day for thirty days. And NaNoWriMo is in November, and that is National Novel Writing Month, and the goal for that is to write 50,000 words in 30 days. I SERIOUSLY failed at that one.

BUT, I have managed, once or twice, to complete NaPoWriMo. And will attempt to do so this year again.

And so without further gilding the lily and with no more ado (been watching A Knight's Tale a few dozen times this week), I bring to you, my hotties and heaux, my first TWO offerings for NaPoWriMo 2013!

the beginning

in my haze of chaotic thought, 
I forgot the month, forgot the plot. 
Slipped from my mind, my course, my route; 
for life is real, & I am not.


excuse me forgetting
these things that i do
i never know where
i'll end up or with who

when you ask where i've been
and i've no answer for you
don't assume the worst
that i'm cheating on you

i just popped in
for a second or two
to see what was on sale, 
to see who was new

then i open the pages
and take a hard look
the words that are written
the roads that were took

and i say to myself
could i have done better
simply by changing one word
or letter

i'll ignore my to do list
and turn off the phone
and forget that i've got
somewhere to go
and i`ll sink into a chair
or into the floor
and read and study
until the book is no more

and for that few hours
of my life and my day
who was i with?
i really can't say

was it macbeth, or gatsby
or heathcliffe or potter?
well whomever it was
it really won't matter

tomorrow is another day
another list of chores
and i'll do myself a favour
and ignore the bookstore

Those, my pretties, are my humble offerings for the beginning of this journey.

(I swear they'll get better).