EXCERPT: Ingenue: Introducing Rose d’Vine

ingenue_new lineAlright, my pretties… as promised, here is an excerpt of my new book from Ellora’s Cave!  Presenting…. “Ingenue.” 

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Rose turned and began to loosen the ribbon ties that crisscrossed over her back. The bodice was so tight that lines, clearly visible to the front row, had been cut into the flesh of her back. She could feel each one, but like the gentle sting that came with a tangle of curl, she was used to this slight discomfort. Craved it, even. Despite being so constricted, she moved with a dancer’s grace, twisting and turning until she faced them again. A coquettish smile played on her lips as she delighted in their growls of frustration. She was teasing them. Only at the last possible moment would she reveal the hidden pearlescent flesh.
Her middle, soft and curvaceous, was smoothed into an unyielding cylindrical form that tapered toward her hips. Her ample breasts peeked just over the top hem of the undergarment and if anyone had looked closely, they would have seen just the hint of rose-café areola exposed in a flurry of lace. She moved her hands over her hips and up her sides until finally arriving at the sumptuous globes of her bosom. She caressed them with her palms, her bright-red nails standing out over the milky skin. She tugged gently at the corset, a tiny promise of what was surely to come. They could hear the tiny snaps hidden at the front of the corset begin to give way. The climax of the song had arrived and Rose ceased to move. Only her fingertips, gently working free the closures as she sang, gave any sign of movement. The crowd below was holding its collective breath. They knew that at any second she would pull the corset open with a savage flourish. The notes in her voice climbed higher as she strutted down the runway until finally, inevitably, she arrived at the end. Then, standing there in the midst of her admirers,
Rose held the final strains of the song, pulling the corset fully open and tossing it into the audience. The pasties over each nipple and the web of rhinestones over her sex glistened in the dim spotlight. She gave them only a moment to stare at her near-naked form. They reached and hissed at her, everyone wanting to caress even just the smallest bit of her flesh. Rose smiled and waved, blowing kisses to them all as they passed around the silk corset, pressing it to their noses to inhale her womanly perfume.

“Easy, boys,” she sighed, still breathless. “I wouldn’t want anyone to have a stroke.” Turning on her heel, she walked toward the wings. She paused for only a moment. “At least not until you get home.”

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That Rose… I just love her.  I want to be her when I grow up.  At any rate, if you liked that bit, hop on over to Ellora’s Cave by clicking the image and grab a copy of “Ingenue” hot off the presses.  You won’t be sorry…

Show Me Your Burlesque, or RELEASE DAY!!

ingenue_new lineWell, it’s finally here!! You can officially purchase my new short, “Ingenue,” from Ellora’s Cave!  It’s a sexy little historical romance that takes place near the end of the Roaring 20s.  It’s the era just before “talkies,” when Vaudeville was king.  Variety show circuits dominated the entertainment industry, bringing song and dance, bawdy comedy acts and striptease to the masses.  Though our story takes place in the 20s, burlesque dates back much farther.  Theaters in Victorian London staged popular parodies of grand opera and Shakespearean plays that had comedic musical numbers and raunchy humor.  Of course, it didn’t take long for the art form to cross the pond into America where, like everything else, it was made bigger, raunchier and rowdier.  Striptease was added to the mix and the shows became more of a variety-style format with comedians, magicians, singers and short versions of the English style that might parody a popular play or some political issue of the time.  Striptease, for obvious reasons, became a major draw for the shows.  However, rules became more and more stringent and the performers found creative ways to get past obscenity laws.  Pasties and props kept the essentials covered and the routines were more about the tease and less about the strip.  The “hoofers” were not only sexy, but talented singers, dancers and comediennes.  Stars such as Gypsy Rose Lee, Sally Rand and Blaze Starr emerged as classy sex symbols of their time.

“Ingenue” is a story about this Golden Age of Burlesque.  The heroine, Rose D’Vine, is a burlesque dancer, desperate to escape the seedy New York theater scene and break into movies.  She’s so desperate that she’s willing to sell her love to the highest bidder– a horrible meal ticket named Charlie Potter.  He’s abusive and selfish, but he’s got connections in high places and he’s promised to make her a star.  What Rose really needs is a hero.  Enter Stefan, the soft-spoken stagehand.  He’s loved Rose for years and wants to take her away from Charlie.  He wants to make all of her dreams come true, but what does a poor immigrant have to offer.  Only his love.

Stay tuned for an excerpt, but in the meantime….

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Never fall in love with a hoofer. That’s the advice given to Stefan—advice he immediately ignores when he falls head-over-heels in love with burlesque dancer Rose, the shimmying, corseted star of the Footlight Theatre. But wicked, wounded Rose is far out of the humble stagehand’s reach.

Rose has stars in her eyes—and bruises on her face. As she suffers abuse at the hands of a cruel patron, she dreams of the day when she’ll find her way out of her nightmare and into the arms of the passionate, protective Stefan.

Inside scoop:  This book contains scenes of domestic violence before the heroine fights back and finds her true hero.

An Amazing Weekend

OK folks, its time for that part of the morning that I like to call:  What’s been goin’ on, Lexxx?  Well, I have to say that it was a fantastic weekend!  I got the opportunity to hang out with two great authors, S.H. Roddey and Crymsyn Hart and their hubbies on Saturday night.  Not only did we get to hang out, but we got the unique opportunity to go to The Visualite Theater in Charlotte to see two phenomenal acts:  the “funny goth dude” Voltaire and Big Momma D’s House of Burlesque.  I had an amazing time!  I’m not sure if it’s because as a starving artist I just haven’t been out much or what, but I just can’t stop talking about it.

It all started because the story I just finished up and submitted is a story about a Vaudeville era burlesque dancer.  As I was writing the story, I kept thinking that I really needed to go and see a true burlesque show.  And like magic the opportunity dropped in my lap.  A friend of mine said that she knew of a burlesque show that happened regularly near my home in Charlotte, NC.  She checked it out and saw that there was indeed a show coming up.  And what was better was that in addition to the burlesque, one of my favorite musical artists, Aurelio Voltaire, was also going to be playing that night.  So despite my “brokeness” I irresponsibly bought a ticket and off we went.

If you have never been to a true, old time burlesque act, take my advice:  DO IT!  Now ladies, you might be thinking “Why on Earth would I want to go to a strip club?”  It is NOT a strip club.  Burlesque, which actually didn’t start out to even have a striptease performer, is a collection of bawdy acts that might include:  musicians, singers, comedians, magicians and yes– a striptease.  But with burlesque, there’s more tease and less strip.  All sorts of clever tricks are employed to titilate the audience but you never get “the full monty.”  Only at the very end are you shown a hint of the promised land, carefully concealed with sparkly pasties.

Let me tell you why this show was one of the most amazing live acts I’ve ever seen and indeed, why it’s way better than going to a strip club.  As a woman, I felt empowered not inadequate.  The women who were performing onstage didn’t give a shit whether they were arousing the men in the audience, they were getting off on doing something they enjoyed and reveling in the art of it all.  They are beautiful women who come in all shapes and sizes.  That’s right– ALL shapes and sizes.  They weren’t skinny-minnies or silicon goddesses.  They looked like women you might sit beside at the coffeeshop or engage in polite conversation in line at the movies.  Most importantly, all of them were women that you’d want to hang out with on the weekends.  Fun, full of life and and personality– they made me feel like I could be one of them.  And that was such a rush!

So if you’re in the Charlotte area, make sure you check out their website and find out when the next show is.  I promise you won’t be disappointed!