sorry it's been a while. My Other Self is busier than a cat covering up shit on a concrete floor. Ahem.
BUT there has been yet another glowing review for "The Rookie"-- this time from Seriously Reviewed. c
and there is THIS sweet cover art for "XXXMas Ale", due out from Breathless Press (Our Fair Publisher) just in time for your Holiday Enjoyment (and trust me these people get some enjoyment)!
Greetings Wench Peeps.
Well, I'm up to three very lovely reviews of my, ah, rookie publication with Breathless Press:
Enjoy! and then go download the damn thing wouldya??? Jeez, what does a Wench gotta do?
Blushingly Proud Kisses
Your Naughtiest Wench
Reviewed by Paige Ray (reviewer)
[ Review Posted: Oct 13, 2010 ] - See all my reviews
|This short story is smoking with sexual tension from the moment the two main characters meet. The reader finds herself rooting for them to 'hook-up'. |
Lisa's day starts off as any other, only bad. She's out of coffee and her cat has vomited all over her bedroom rug! The day just gets worse when she realizes that she has to have a rookie sales rep tag along with her for the day. As she is getting coffee at her place of business, the rookie corners her and he is not what she expects. GQ model status, Trent radiates sheer male sexuality and the electric torch or tingly tension between them is a lot to take in first thing in the morning.
Having dealt with these kinds of men before, Lisa is certain that she can get over the pull of desire that this man has bestowed on her with a mere look and a touch. She straightens herself constantly, but just can't get over the breathless thoughts that brew through her mind when she looks at him, or the burn deep in her thighs of anticipation. Working together for the day tends to be a lot more pleasurable for Lisa than she thought and a shocking revelation is made at one last stop of the day.
I really like the setting of this short story. It is very interesting as it takes place in the world of breweries. I love the extra descriptions of the strange 'beer geek' types of beers. Made me want to crack open a strange and tasty beer as I read. I really like that the reader gets to know Lisa's personality as the story is told somewhat through her perspective and she seems like a strong woman who knows what she wants. There isn't much dialogue but, as this is a short story, there are only so many words the author has room to work with. In my opinion, the she does a wonderful job with the elements of a short story, creating a lovely mix of everything that makes a delightful evening's read.
I wouldn't recommend this book to anyone who is sensitive to explicit sexual encounters or a few curse words. Otherwise, it was a very enjoyable read and I will be looking forward to more stories by this author.
Ego is a funny thing. We all have one, sort of like we all have a nose, or body hair. Some of us are more aware of ours than others. Some of us spend time grooming ours, putting ourselves out there in positions whereby opportunities for ego stroking are paramount. At times some of us get so used to ego-stroking arrangements, when something happens to pop our little ego-balloon we deflate more rapidly than your average person. It takes energy to be out here all the time, no lie. And as a dyed-in-the-wool karaoke-mike-hogging spotlight-grabbing ham it takes a lot to deflate me. But deflated I get, and it usually comes as a blind side tackle, from absolutely nowhere, when I least expect it.
Just tootling along in life, trying to manage my myriad responsibilities, teaching myself how to operate on something like five hours of sleep, managing the social and emotional lives of all the people who co-habitate with me, making sure no one is unhappy, disorganized, without clean clothes, lacking in exercise, bored, vitamin deficient, hungry, or horny--I am confronted by my own sudden realization of ego smack down. I mean, even blogging is an exercise in ego-maniacal behavior. And I do a shit load of it. And this publishing thing-- seriously who does that if you aren't setting your ego up for regular abuse?
No, not everyone worships me, not everyone's life revolves around me, and there are even some people who can do without me completely, in spite of my own desire to think otherwise. It's cool. I can deal. I mean, what are my options really? Complete Obsession is Not Healthy so hey---I'm on with it. God knows I have plenty to do AND there is this little tidbit:
A special greeting to all you super naughty bed wench fans and followers, stalkers, creepers and other anonymous embarassed-to-be-here-but-can't-stop-reading types (Yes, Wench sees you and loves you very much)!
Here is why you can no longer find my serialized novel "The Tap Room" anywhere on the site. My first short story "The Rookie" has been published by Breathless Press AND I'm vigorously editing "Jockey Box" the second in the series now, PLUS "XXXMas Ale" has been accepted as a Naughty Holiday Writing feature. Once the folks over in Canada at my publisher figured out that these are more or less "missing chapters" in a much bigger story ( a REALLY Bigger story actually) the offer to publish the entire damn thing was tendered, which means I had to snatch it out of your sweaty little paws, dear overheated reader and for that, Wench is truly sorry.
In order to make it up to you though I have found a gem! An absolutely amazing excerpt from Edith Wharton! That's right all you English majors, strap on your strap-ons because this is NOT your mama's House of Mirth or even your sister's Ethan Frome. This is some frigging HOT STUFF. I think you will find that it even passes this Wench's acid test of Great Erotica....just how long before you need your first "personal time" break? First few paragraphs? Excellent! Ms. W builds sexual tension just the way Wench likes it (as you know if you are already a fan) and da-yumm her couple positively EXPLODES on the page. (and yeah, I promise to never use "the third hand" 'cause that it is just too much)
so....enjoy, and no compare and contrasts essays required!
I give you:
Edith Hot Mama Wharton