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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Struggling Through A Book

It's been one of those months. I'm struggling to get through a novel I've been working on for over a year. The characters won't speak to me. The plot is more thick-headed than I am. Each word is harder to come by than the last. I have to reach deep inside to find the right phrasing, and even then I fail myself.

Writers, have you experienced this problem? What do you do to fix it?

I'm taking time off now. I'm going to read and watch good movies and TV. I still walk on the beach at least three days per week, and that helps to sooth my mind. I also work out plot scenarios in my head when I walk, although for this particular book nothing is working.

I hope that it's just a minor setback and the words will come gushing forth soon. Or I'll work on other projects. I won't give up hope.

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Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Yahoo Sites


Is it just me in thinking the Yahoo sites to post excerpts on are dwindling? I’ve noticed recently that some Yahoo sites are closing, or the owner doesn’t check on excerpts that are held from being published.

One such site holds mine for a couple of weeks and then sends a rejection notice. This has been going on for months. What surprises me is I’m still getting daily e-mails of other postings and updates on what’s going to take place the following month on that site.

I’ve come to realize that soon there won’t be any Yahoo sites available and am trying to advertise on Facebook. I’m not sure if this is the way to go, but it’s a start.

Do you believe we will soon be without Yahoo sites to advertise?


 Just released
Mirror Image
Mary Suzanne
Erotic, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense
 Amazon.com Kindle Books
Luke breezed back into Jada’s life with a strange request. The last time she saw Luke was in high school and she’d felt attracted to him. He needed her to pretend to be his brother’s fiancée Paula who was killed in a crash earlier. He produced a snapshot of another woman that was the mirror image of Jada. He wanted Jada to travel to the hospital with him to try to help his brother recover from his injuries. Jada agreed finding her old feelings surfacing.
As she approached her car, she saw a man standing on the passenger side as if waiting for her. Her mind registered that she knew him and her thoughts tried to come up with a name. Eventually, Luke Mathews popped into her head. He had graduated a few years earlier than her, but she still remembered his handsome good looks. At one time, she had a giant crush on him, but back then, he couldn’t see her for the world. She was just a little starry eyed youngster showing how he interested her.
Her quick glance took in his rugged appearance. Dark hair just a little long hung low across his forehead and reached down below the collar of his plaid shirt covering a wide chest and broad shoulders. He wore a pair of denim jeans that looked as if they were molded to his thighs and long legs. He still looked devastatingly handsome as she caught his deep piercing green eyes watching her closely.
When she started to unlock her door, he moved with a swiftness that surprised her and was within inches of her in seconds. “Do you remember me?” he asked in a husky tone, the sound sending vibrations through her body. Jada had to admit she loved the sound and could listen to it forever.
“Yes, from high school,” she admitted, hoping her voice didn’t give her emotions away. The man did strange things to her even now as he had done in the past. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, though. Do you still live in the area?”
“No, our family moved out to the country, but still remain in Connecticut.”
She watched his features as different emotions flitted across his handsome face. “Was there something I can do for you?”
“Would you consider going across the street to the diner for a cup of coffee? I need to talk to you about something.”
A confused look lined Jada’s face, but she shook her head in agreement. She walked with Luke to the café and entered finding an empty booth. Soon a waitress walked across the room to take their order. Once the steamy mugs of coffee where brought to the table, Luke glanced down at the dark liquid before beginning.
“What I’m going to ask you may put you off, but I didn’t know where else to turn.” His tone held almost a desperate ring. “I have to show you something.” He reached for his wallet and opened it. Inside was a picture of a young woman,
Jada glanced at the snapshot and got the shock of her life. The image of the woman bounced back at her and looked exactly like her. A chill raced through her at the uncanny resemblance.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Planning a Heist

Our latest release, The Heist, got its start on a rainy Monday a while back, when hubs and I attended a behind-the-scenes tour at our small Iowa town’s exquisite art museum. A new exhibit was about to open, and we were treated to detailed descriptions of the process of locating and ordering traveling exhibits, shipping them, storing them, uncrating them, hanging them, insuring their safety, and repacking them.

You must know by now that hubs is a criminologist  by profession. It didn’t take us long to be looking for vulnerable spots in the museum’s process, and by the end of the day, with a little internet research on the high stakes world of stolen paintings, we had our basic plot sketched out.

Our next problem was—what painting should be stolen? Clearly, we couldn’t go with an existing well-known piece of art. We opted to create The Three Maids, an entirely fictional trio of medium sized Impressionist portraits, based on what we knew about Monet, Manet, Renoir, Caillebotte, and the women they painted. We’ve put so much detail into the paintings’ descriptions that I keep expecting to see them when I enter an Impressionist display. If no one has painted them yet, I definitely think someone should!

I’ll leave the details of how the actual heist was planned, carried out, and (we hope) foiled for readers to discover—we hope you enjoy reading The Heist as much as we enjoyed creating it!


A heist? A murder? It’s villain’s choice.

A special-order art theft? Tedious, but seamless – until small town museum director Kara Daniels calls in the experts. Furious her favorite trio of priceless impressionist paintings has been stolen from its traveling exhibit on her watch, Kara is determined to save not only the paintings, but her future in the art world. She’ll stop at nothing to entrap the thief.

Ted Springs knows the underbelly of the criminal world a little closer than he might like—but he’s turned it to good advantage, first as a police officer, and now as detective for the Upper Midwest Arts Council. His job? To guarantee the security of the valuable paintings in the Council’s traveling exhibits.

Heat sizzles when Ted and Kara collide—can they work together, before it’s too late?

Five stars at Goodreads: “The sex is hot and I loved the phone sex scenes. Never did I expect the ending. It was brilliant. The Heist is a winner!” Sheila G.

Five stars at Amazon: “Very hot…engaging, entertaining, funny and serious, well written and extremely enjoyable to read.” Donna H.         “From the start, the perspective of Kara, the museum’s director and the thieves are cleverly interwoven…  rich in detail…   held my interest and kept me reading forward.” Gaele


“I and my staff have already done fairly thorough background checks on all the museum employees,” Ted said.
“Oh.” Kara scowled. “I’m not sure I like that.”
“But you expected it?”
“Of course. At some point.”
“I believe in being efficient. Even before certain added incentives.”
“I can always change my mind. I don’t know a thing about you.”
“You know enough. I have large hands.” Ted chuckled when she winced. “I’ve worked for the Upper Midwest Arts Council for five years.”
“And before that?”
“I was a Chicago cop.”
“I went into the army right out of high school and completed my BA degree at U.I.C. while on the force. Funny, isn’t it? While you were working on your MA at the University of Chicago, I was patrolling the streets of Hyde Park and South Chicago.”
“That’s right.”
“Maybe we bumped into each other.”
“I highly doubt that. I wouldn’t forget bumping into you. Remember?”
“Oh, right.” Kara’s flush returned.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Relationship woes and inspiration

A lot of times real life events tend to find their way into my stories. I like a little realism in my fiction, it makes the characters and situations seem more lifelike to me. My writing tends to flow better when I have a point of reference or something to relate the story to. My question for this month is this. When things are really bad at home, does your writing suffer or do you find solace at your computer and develop gorgeous stories to replace the real life horror you’re dealing with at the time?

For me my mood relates directly to the type of stories that I write. If I’m happy, the characters are happy. If I’m angry there tends to be some horrid catastrophe that befalls someone in my book. So when a long term relationship goes belly up it makes it very hard for me to write any type of romantic or erotic scene. The thought of someone being all lovey dovey when my own personal walls are crumbling around me makes me almost nauseous. That’s a real problem when most of what you write is erotic romance. Does your mood and what is going on in your life mirror what happens in your character’s lives or do your stories do the opposite and allow you to live vicariously no matter what kind of downward spiral your personal life is taking?

Since I seem to be rather angry at the moment I’ve pushed back what I was working on and turned to a story for an upcoming creepy Halloween call. Maybe some murder and mayhem is just what the Dr. ordered right now. ^_^

I do have to mention a huge print book sale i am running right now. In light of a major life changing issue I need to clear some space and generate some quick cash so i am offering copies of all the print books i have on hand for only $10 each instead of the normal $15. You will have to cover shipping but I will gladly autograph whatever book(s) you purchase. For alist of books and more info just email me at b.wylde@yahoo.com and please pass this info on to anyone you think might be interested in some signed print copies from me. Thanks everyone!

Sunday, July 13, 2014

The Allure Of Erotic Fairy Tales

I'm putting together a book of erotic fairy tales. I've already written several, including erotic retellings of Red Riding Hood, The Pied Piper, and Cinderella. I'm often asked to tackle specific ones, and popular suggestions are The Three Pigs and Beauty and the Beast. One friend suggested The Dancing Princesses, which is one I don't hear very much about. That got me to thinking about obscure fairy tales. Why not tackle one or two of those?

My favorite fairy tale is very obscure. It's Scandinavian, and it's entitled "The Enchanted Wreath". Here's the synopsis:

A man had a wife, and both of them had a daughter from an earlier marriage. One day, the man took his daughter to cut wood and found when he returned that he had left his ax. He told his wife to send her daughter for it, so it would not grow rusty. The stepmother said that his daughter was already wet and, besides, was a strong girl who could take a little wet and cold.

The girl found three doves perched on the axe, looking miserable. She told them to fly back home, where it would be warmer, but first gave them crumbs from her bread. She took the axe and left. Eating the crumbs made the birds feel much better, and they gave her an unfading wreath of roses, with tiny birds singing in it. The stepmother pulled it off, and the birds flew off and the roses withered.

The next day, the father went alone and left his axe again. The stepmother was delighted and sent her own daughter. She found the doves and ordered them off as "dirty creatures." They cursed her to never be able to say anything except "dirty creatures."

The stepmother beat her stepdaughter, and was all the angrier when the doves restored the wreath to its condition and the girl's head. One day, a king's son saw her and took her off to marry her. The news of them made the stepmother and her daughter quite ill, but they recovered when the stepmother made a plan. She had a witch make a mask of her stepdaughter's face. Then she visited her, threw her into the water, and put her daughter in her place, before setting out to see if the same witch could give her something to cure the doves' curse on her daughter.

Her husband was distraught by the change in her, but thought it stemmed an illness. He thought he saw his bride in the water, but she vanished. After twice more seeing her, he was able to catch her. She turned into various animals, a hare, a fish, a bird, and a snake, but he cut off the snake's head, and the bride became a human again.

The stepmother returned with an ointment that would work only if the true bride had really been drowned; she put it on her daughter's tongue and found it did not work. The prince found them and said they deserved to die, but the stepdaughter had persuaded him to merely abandon them on a desert island.

Another obscure fairy tale that made my radar is Hans Christian Anderson's "The Shadow". Here's the synopsis:

Once a learned man from the northern regions of Europe went on a voyage south. One night, he sat on his terrace, while the fire behind him cast his shadow on the opposite balcony. As he was sitting there, resting, the man was amused to observe how the shadow followed his every movement, as if he really did sit upon the opposing balcony. When he finally grew tired and went to sleep, he imagined the shadow would likewise retire in the house across the street. The next morning however, the man found to his surprise that he in fact had lost his shadow overnight. As a new shadow slowly grew back from the tip of his toes, the man did not give the incident another thought, returned to northern Europe, and took up writing again. Several years passed by until one night there was a knock at his door. To his surprise, it was his shadow, the one he lost years before in Africa, and now stood upon his doorstep, almost completely human in appearance. Astonished by his sudden reappearance, the learned man invited him into his house, and soon the two sat by the fireplace, as the shadow related how he had come to be man.

The learned man was calm and gentle by nature. His main object of interest lay with the good, the beautiful and the true, a subject of which he wrote often but was of no interest to anyone else. The shadow said his master did not understand the world, that he had seen it as truly was, and how evil some men really were.

The shadow then grew richer and fatter over the years, while the writer grew poorer and paler. Finally he had become so ill that his former shadow proposed a trip to a health resort offering to foot the bill as well, but on condition that he could act as the master now, and the writer would pretend to be his shadow. As absurd as this suggestion sounded, the learned man eventually agreed and together they took the trip, the shadow now as his master. At the resort, the shadow met with a beautiful princess, and as they danced and talked with each other each night, the princess fell in love with him.

When they were about to be married, the shadow offered his former master a luxurious position at the palace, on condition that he now became his own shadow permanently. The writer immediately refused and threatened to tell the princess everything, but the shadow had him arrested. Feigning his distraught, the shadow met with the princess and told her:

"I have gone through the most terrible affair that could possibly happen; only imagine, my shadow has gone mad; I suppose such a poor, shallow brain, could not bear much; he fancies that he has become a real man, and that I am his shadow."
"How very terrible,” cried the princess; "is he locked up?"
"Oh yes, certainly; for I fear he will never recover."
"Poor shadow!" said the princess; "it is very unfortunate for him; it would really be a good deed to free him from his frail existence; and, indeed, when I think how often people take the part of the lower class against the higher, in these days, it would be policy to put him out of the way quietly."

When the shadow wed the princess later that night, the learned man was already executed.

I may tackle these some day. There are others, too, many of them Asian, that interest me. Look for my new book "Wicked Fairy Tales" coming out in the fall.

Here's information and buy links for my two current erotic fairy tales:

CLIMBING HER TOWER (Erotic Rapunzel)

Blurb: This isn't your mother's Rapunzel.
This erotic version of Rapunzel, "Climbing Her Tower" depicts Rapunzel as a voracious woman who discovers the joys of kinky sex with a sexy prince with a few unusual kinks of his own. This story includes BDSM, M/F, M/F/F, virgin fantasy, and erotic shaving. You'll get so hot you'll want to let your hair down as well! Let Rapunzel and her prince take you on the sexual ride of a lifetime. Absolutely only for 18 years and over.
""Climbing Her Tower" is an erotic twist to the fairy tale Rapunzel. I sure love a good fairy tale and this hot and steamy tale doesn't disappoint." -- Beverly at Sizzling Hot Book Reviews
"Climbing Her Tower has all that and more. It is the story of Rapunzel told with a bit of a BDSM twist." -- Hitherandthee from Night Owl Reviews
WARNING: Rapunzel isn't sweet and innocent. In this fairy tale erotica, she tires of being a virgin and craves the touch of Prince Richard's hands all over her body. Although she begins naive, she blossoms with sexual excitement under the watchful eye of her prince, who introduces her to BDSM, erotic shaving, and deep penetration. He leaves her wanting more, and you will want more too!


Blurb: This isn't your mother's Puss In Boots.
This erotic version of Puss In Boots, "Trouble In Thigh High Boots" is a story packed with hot, sexy, body humping adult fairy tale erotica.
"Trouble in Thigh High Boots is a delightfully creative retelling of the Puss in Boots tale. It is a tale that has been told myriad times, but never in such a wonderfully imaginative way. The characters are enchanting, and the story flows beautifully. The love scenes are sizzling." -- Hitherandthee of Night Owl Reviews
WARNING: Tita isn't your run of the mill Puss In Boots. She's a cat shapeshifter who turns into a mouth-wateringly sexy human woman with a sex drive to match. This story includes M/F, F/F, M/F/M/F, light bondage, and lactation. This erotic fairy tale will get you hot in all the right places. Definitely for only 18 years and over.

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