Under a different name, I’ve been writing for years – humor,
cultural commentary, educational passages, parenting articles, and even book
reviews – but I’d never before had a work of fiction published, much less an
erotic romance. I wanted to pull out all the stops and blast my literary
inhibitions into outer space. “Carved” is a total-e-taboo ménage story that
describes every decadent second of a very unexpected night in the woods of
northern Scotland.
“Carved” was written in response to a Total-E-Bound
submission call. TEB requested stories about shapechangers who weren’t your
average werewolves or vampires.
Shapechangers… shapechangers… hmmm…
My inspiration came in the form of distant memories of one
of my kids’ favorite cartoons. Kinda sinister, but darkly compelling:
Gargoyles.
I love gargoyles’ power and overall grotesque coolness.
They’re intricately carved statues way up on rooftops, where few people ever
get to admire them up close. I think the gargoyles on ancient structures were
imbued with a certain reverence and power by their creators. They’re there for
a reason.
So I wondered…
What if those gargoyles came to life at night?
What if they had sex on their minds and YOU in their sights?
Would you run away screaming?
Or would you see just how hot a night with living creatures
of stone could be?
Here’s an excerpt from “Carved into her Heart”:
Jasmine woke in a disoriented haze.
The thin light of dawn trickled down through the forest. The same trees that
were in her dream crowded overhead and the same cool, damp air filled her
lungs. "Just a dream," she told herself as the details faded from her
memory. All she could recall was a rigid stiffness inside her, another couple
fucking right next to her, and her own odd feeling of rightness with the whole
scene.
Her inner thighs and pussy were
drenched. Jasmine reached inside the waistband of her long underwear and found
her swollen clitoris. She snuggled down into her sleeping bag and grasped at
the remnants of her dream. That monstrously huge organ and the decadence of
having another couple entwined just inches away... Jasmine brought one hand to
her breast and tugged at her nipple, imagining the flickering, forked tongue
from her dream playing with her tit. She breathed faster, stroking herself more
urgently. There had been a woman standing spread-eagled, her head thrown back
while her lover buried his long tongue between her legs. How would it feel, she
wondered, to trace one hand up that woman’s soft thigh and find the silky entrance
to her pussy, and then slowly push a finger inside...
Check out “Carved into her Heart” (and read a longer
excerpt) http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1766
at Total-E-Bound and look for my next novel, “A Ghost on Two Wheels,” in
October. Find me on Facebook http://www.facebook.com/BebeBalocca?ref=hl
and on my site http://bebebalocca.com.
Many thanks to Cerise for inviting me to pop in. I’ll be
seeing you,
Love,
Bebe
1 comment:
Thanks so much for having me over, Cerise! It's a real treat to visit your blog, and I loved sharing my thoughts about "Carved." :)
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