Call for Submission: Girl Next Door (F/F romance)
Girl Next Door (Lesbian Romance)
Bold Strokes Books
Editors: Sandy Lowe and Stacia Seaman
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Publication Date: Summer 2017
Theme: Short story lesbian romance about falling for the girl next door.
Payment: $50 and 2 contributor copies
Deadline for Submissions: June 30, 2016
Sometimes the most intriguing girls are right next door—BFFs, ex-girlfriends, new girls in town, party girls, study mates, teammates, and sexy strangers. All it takes is a night out, the right moment, or an accidental kiss to discover what’s been there all along—the perfect girl for a love that lasts a lifetime. Best-selling romance authors tell it from the heart—sexy, romantic stories of falling for the girls next door.
Guidelines for Submissions
- Unpublished short stories preferred
- Contemporary romance preferred but all romance sub-genres will be reviewed
Word count: 2,000–5,000 words
- Electronic submissions only to:firstname.lastname@example.org
- e-mail subject: Girls Next Door_ Author Name or Pseudonym _Title
- MS Word document attachment (story)
- e-mail body: story title, author’s legal name, pseudonym if any,
address, phone number, e-mail address, word count, 50 word bio; if
story previously published: anthology title/publisher/pub date
- Arial; 12 pt
- Double-spaced; standard paragraphing; no HTML
Submission receipt within 7 days; submission decisions by March 2017
Multiple submissions (no more than 2) accepted
Questions? EMail: email@example.com
Sex and writing. I think I've always been fascinated by both.
Freud was right. I definitely remember feelings that I now recognize as sexual, long before I reached puberty. I was horny before I knew what that meant. My teens and twenties I spent in a hormone-induced haze, perpetually "in love" with someone (sometimes more than one someone). I still recall the moment of enlightenment, in high school, when I realized that I could say "yes" to sexual exploration, even though society told me to say no. Despite being a shy egghead with world-class myopia who thought she was fat, I had managed to accumulate a pretty wide range of sexual experience by the time I got married. And I'm happy to report that, thanks to my husband's open mind and naughty imagination, my sexual adventures didn't end at that point!
Meanwhile, I was born writing. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration, though according to family apocrypha, I was talking at six months. Certainly, I started writing as soon as I learned how to form the letters. I penned my first poem when I was seven. While I was in elementary school I wrote more poetry, stories, at least two plays (one about the Beatles and one about the Goldwater-Johnson presidential contest, believe it or not), and a survival manual for Martians (really). I continued to write my way through high school, college, and grad school, mostly angst-ridden poems about love and desire, although I also remember working on a ghost story/romance novel (wish I could find that now). I've written song lyrics, meeting minutes, marketing copy, software manuals, research reports, a cookbook, a self-help book, and a five hundred page dissertation.
For years, I wrote erotic stories and kinky fantasies for myself and for lovers' entertainment. I never considered trying to publish my work until I picked up a copy of Portia da Costa's Black Lace classic Gemini Heat while sojourning in Istanbul. My first reaction was "Wow!". It was possibly the most arousing thing I'd ever read, intelligent, articulate, diverse and wonderfully transgressive. My second reaction was, "I'll bet I could write a book like that." I wrote the first three chapters of Raw Silk and submitted a proposal to Black Lace, almost on a lark. I was astonished when they accepted it. The book was published in April 1999, and all at once, I was an official erotic author.
A lot has changed since my Black Lace days. But I still get a thrill from writing erotica. It's a never-ending challenge, trying to capture the emotional complexities of a sexual encounter. I'm far less interested in what happens to my characters' bodies than in what goes on in their heads.