Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Amazon versus Virginity

As some of you may know, JA Rock and I have been advised by our publisher to change the title of our Mark Cooper versus America sequel, which was called Brandon Mills versus Virginity. Because Amazon would refuse to list it with that title.

When I mentioned this on Goodreads, a few people pointed me towards this book:



Why is this book allowed to use the V-word, but we aren’t? I suspect that it’s all to do with the way this book is tagged. While this book, for all I know, might be full of sexy good times, it’s not listed as erotica or erotic romance, so it escapes the cull. Here’s how it’s categorised on Amazon:






Actually, there is a heap of books on Amazon with the V-word in the title. There are books about this woman:




And this man:



And this product:



And, yes, even virginity exactly as it pertains to sexual experience, or lack thereof:


The title, if you can’t read it, is Virginity: A Treasure. Personally an idea I find more disturbing that a lot of stuff in erotica (yes, even counting monster porn) but that’s a discussion for another day.

So what’s the big deal about the word virginity in our title, Amazon? Brandon Mills is nineteen. He’s an adult, who happens to be a virgin. It’s not unusual. It’s also not unusual for a nineteen year old college boy to spend a lot of time obsessing about his status.

What’s frustrating about this, as JA pointed out in an email, is it’s about sex. It’s fairly obvious that Amazon is only targeting erotica and erotic romance titles. You don’t see the same rules being enforced on writers of chainsaw blood-splattering gore, do you? And why should you? It’s ridiculous. Adults have the right to read what they want to read.

Except, apparently, when it comes to sex. Then a quick glance at the title – not the content, mind you, but the title alone – will allow Amazon to make the decision for you. Because there is absolutely no content in Brandon Mills that crosses any boundaries. The sex is consensual, and it’s sweet and funny and awkward. There’s not even any kink in it! Okay, there’s a mild dinosaur fetish, but that’s kept out of the bedroom.

Here’s what JA wrote in her email, which sums it up nicely:

I think the way they're doing it now does come off as an attack on sex. Because I don't see the same kind of scrutiny being applied to books in the thriller genre--notorious for exploitative depictions of maimings and murder and sexual assaults. So why should a romance that depicts those things--as long as it's in a negative light--be any different?

Come on over here, double standard. Step into the light so we can all see you. 

And, you know what’s most annoying about this entire thing? The fact that Amazon pretty much owns the universe. What Amazon wants, Amazon gets. As much as a part of me wants to says “Fuck you, Amazon!” and publish only to other retailers…well, that would be a pretty dumb financial decision. Amazon is the market.

It would just be nice if the market took its head out of its arse one day soon. 

In the meantime, I hope you'll all enjoy Brandon Mills versus the V-Card when it comes out! 




Saturday, July 19, 2014

Flash Fiction!

Here's a flash fiction piece I wrote last year for one of the GR groups. The picture prompt, from what I remember, was a woman in really short skirt and really tall stilettos stalking down a set of steps towards a surprised-looking guy in a suit. I don't remember all the rules, but I know we had to get the word "candle" in there somewhere. 

So here's what I wrote. I like to think it's proof that I don't always torture my characters. 




Cynthia Montgomery.

She moved as sleekly as a cat, in those high heels, short skirt, and legs that went on for-fucking-ever. Slinking up the steps like she was looking to rub herself against the nearest tomcat. Who would be Dan, by the way.

Poor woman, because what she didn’t know was that all those hours of effort—of plumping and primping and waxing and buffing—were completely wasted on Dan. That slightly stunned look on his face? Not befuddled by lust. He just hadn’t expected to see what his boss had for breakfast.

“Holy shit,” he whispered when I came around with the tray. “Did you see that?”

“Canapé, sir?” I asked him in my best waiter voice. Which was as shit as the rest of my technique, to be honest. I’d already spilled champagne down Brad-from-Accounting’s monkey suit.

“Are you still pissed off about that?”

“What? You mean being a waiter at my own boyfriend’s swanky corporate gig? No, I’m totally fine with it. Sir.”

Dan made a face. “Look, you know I couldn’t invite you. Besides, you needed the cash.”

“Oh, fuck off,” I said. “The only reason you didn’t invite me is because Cynthia fucking Montgomery is sexually harassing you, and you might get fired if she finds out you’re about as straight as Rock Hudson.”

“I beg your pardon?"

Shit. Cynthia moved as silently as a cat as well, and had somehow managed to circle us.

“You must be Dan’s boyfriend,” she said, extending a perfectly manicured hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you at last. Dan talks about you all the time.”

Oh fuck. Really? Really?

Dan rolled his eyes. “Cynthia, this is Max, who is somehow under the impression that I’m not out at work.”

“Um,” I said. “’lo.”

“You look different without your hair all—” She made a vaguely spiky gesture with her fingers. “I saw your music video, by the way. You’re very talented.”

“Um.” The canapés wobbled dangerously. “I’m sorry I said you were sexually harassing Dan.”

“Oh, I am.” Cynthia raised her eyebrows and shot Dan a teasing look. “But no more than he enjoys.”

Dan laughed. “You look hot tonight. Sofia Vergara couldn’t hold a candle to you.”

“That’s why I love you, darling.” Cynthia took a canapé, popped it in her scarlet mouth, and winked. “Now, has anyone seen Brad? I hear he’s back in the market.”

“In the bathroom probably,” I said. “I spilled champagne on him.”

Cynthia threw her shoulders back, showing off her finest assets. “Perfect. Dan, I may be late to the office tomorrow. Don’t call me.”

She strutted off, looking fabulous.

I stared at Dan and he stared at me.

“Um, Cynthia seems nice,” I ventured tentatively.

“Idiot,” Dan said affectionately. “Dance with me.”

“I’ll get fired,” I told him.

Dan held out his hand. “You’re a terrible waiter anyway.”

True.


I ditched the tray and followed him onto the dance floor.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

The Big Umbrella: The BDSM Blog Hop



BDSM is a big umbrella. Basically, it’s anything from this:




To this:



And pretty much anything you can think of in between. 

Which I guess makes it hard for people with no knowledge of BDSM to form an accurate picture of what it’s all about. And, let’s face it, what do those letters stand for anyway? It is Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism, or is it the compounded Bondage & Discipline, Dominance & Submission, and Sadism and Masochism? And is Sadism and Masochism the same as Sadomasochism? 

And what the hell are all those things anyway?

This stuff is complicated. Except where it's not. 

So here's where I talk about how it's not complicated. What works for you, works for you. What works for me, works for me. That is seriously as complicated as it gets. As long as everyone involved in any activity -- whether it's BDSM, BASE jumping, or tiddlywinks -- has consented to be there and agreed on the rules beforehand, it really is nobody else's business. See? Simple. 

I don’t really want to talk about all the misconceptions about BDSM out there. Frankly, if you follow my blog and you’re following this blog hop, you already know what I’m talking about.

But I do think it’s sometimes difficult for people to consider BDSM without an emotional reaction, whether that reaction is confusion, or disgust, or shock, or embarrassment. A lot of people don’t like talking about sex at all. Talking about kinky sex? Craziness!

But why is it still a taboo for a lot of people to talk about sex?

I think we’re sometimes afraid to admit our vulnerability. Whenever we open ourselves to another person, it takes trust. To do that during sex, when suddenly we’re sharing our imperfect bodies along with our imperfect desires, is an incredible thing. Add BDSM to the mix, and that trust is magnified.    

For me, the attraction of BDSM is not about the kink. It’s about the trust. Or maybe my kink is trust.


And trust is always a beautiful thing.

Guys, please click here to go to the hop page, and check out all the other authors joining the hop. 


Monday, June 16, 2014

The Dreams You Made in the Dirt, and other titles.

My Love's Landscapes story, The Dreams You Made in the Dirt, is here! 

Well, it's currently here to read at Goodreads

And soon it will be available for download here at the MM Romance Group



Anyway, it's out now, so I thought I'd tell you guys a thing about the event. They ask you for the title right at the beginning. Horrifying! 

Not horrifying enough? Let me retype that in bold caps: THEY ASK YOU FOR THE TITLE RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING. 

I hate titles. I'm really, really bad with them. 

Really bad. 

Just ask J.A. Rock. When our working title for When All the World Sleeps didn't pan out, I swear it took us longer to come up with a title than it did to actually finish writing the book. I can't possibly come up with a title before a book is written. 

Here are some working titles I have on my computer: 

The Demon One. Creative, right? 
Bodygaurd. Yes, spelled like that and everything. 
And, my personal favourite, which I swear is real:  Crap. I was supposed to be working on something else and got totally distracted by a shiny new idea instead. This one's a sequel for Another Man's Treasure, BTW.

But one day, sometime last month, I was working really hard at my writing playing games on my phone when the phrase hit me out of nowhere: the dreams you made in the dirt.

What's it mean? No idea. But it seemed like the sort of thing I could use as a title. Just had to wedge it in there somewhere and make it seem organic. So this little thing happened between Aiden and his mum, when Aiden was a kid:


He remembered her hosing off his filthy legs before letting him back into the house. 

“Look at you!”



“Are you mad?”



“Why would I be mad?”



“I’m covered in mud.”



“Are you sure that’s mud? I thought you were covered in the dreams you made in the dirt.”


After that, sometimes Aiden would look at the black lines of dirt under his nails and smile.



So I like to think I'm getting better with titles. I'm certainly getting more creative. First book? Tribute. Second: The Island. Now I have actual phrases! Truly, this are the promised times. 

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Another Man's Treasure! Or, Why isn't it tomorrow yet?

I hate the International Date Line. 

Because while it's June 1 here for me, it's still May 31 in the US. So even thought Another Man's Treasure should be out NOW, there's still like another day to go. 


Another Man's Treasure will be available in all ebook formats from Smashwords and Amazon, and in print from the Createspace store and Amazon. And for the first week only, the ebook will cost $3.99 instead of the regular $4.99 list price.


In the meantime, here's how you can win stuff! 



I am so excited for this book!