Monthly Archives: October 2016

K D Grace

‘Tis the season again! Time for scary stuff.

At the moment I’m up to my eyeballs finishing up the final chapters of Blind-sided, the second of my Medusa’s Consortium novels. Almost as scary as the demons and monsters is the fact that I need it finished by the end of this month. GAK! 

The truth is, I’m lost in the writing and enjoying it way more than I could have ever imagined I would have a few years ago. I’m the one who never thought I’d write vampires. In fact, I balked at writing paranormal in general until I realized that paranormal is the perfect place to explore the darker side of the erotic without all the rules and regulations that restrict contemporary erotic fiction. There are several aspects that particularly attract me. 

The first and the most obvious is that no one insists on vampires and shifters and other scary dudes wearing condoms. It’s pretty much a given that there is nothing safe about fucking a vampire or a werewolf, and if the whole idea doesn’t scare the reader as much as it turns her on, then it’s not proper paranormal, is it?

And that brings me to the second reason I love to read and write paranormal — the very close relationship between fear and arousal. The iconic sex scene between the young and beautiful couple in a horror movie is always followed by the ghoul, serial killer or other baddie feasting on the lovers in a horrible way. I suggest that a part of what is so arousing about paranormal sex is the breaking of so many taboos, the attraction to something that the world says should horrify us. And it is horrifying – of course it is, and yet we Just. Can’t. Resist!

The rules of what is forbidden by most publishers don’t apply to paranormal erotica. Some of the most erotic scenes I’ve ever read are of vampire taking blood from or giving blood to their lovers. Blood is the river of life. It contains the magic of who we are as individuals, and yet we don’t have to lose a whole lot if it until we die. That it’s all contained in such a fragile sensitive reservoir as the human body only amplifies its preciousness and its power.

The final fascination for me is that the erotic paranormal is the perfect place to explore dubious consent and loss of

control. When dealing with vampires, demons, witches and magic, is consent ever less than dubious? And is there any other place to explore safely that total loss of self control, that giving oneself over to the forbidden?

The truth is that while we might be happy to dabble in the darker side of our sexuality, on a fundamental level, the very act of sex is frightening. It is the losing of self in the other, the opening to the unknown. It is the allowing ourselves to be more vulnerable than we are in any other act. It is the giving up of control. All of these elements are, by nature, a part of sex — sex that carries at its core both the possibility of conception and of death.

That all we fear and all we desire in sex can be raise to the nth degree when placed in a paranormal setting and examined from the intimately terrifying safety of a book is a vicarious experience that allows us to explore the darker side of our desires, of our humanity. I would suggest that there are few better ways to explore our humanity than taking an erotic journey with the monsters, who are more like us that we can easily admit.

Elizabeth Black
writes in a wide variety of genres including erotica, erotic romance, horror,
and dark fiction. She lives on the Massachusetts coast with her husband, son,
and her three cats. Visit her web site, her Facebook
page, and her Amazon Author Page.

Her new m/m erotic medical thriller Roughing
is out! This book is a sexy cross between The X Files, The Andromeda
Strain, and Outbreak. Read her short erotic story Babes in Begging For It, published by
Cleis Press. You will also find her new novel No
at Amazon. Enjoy a good, sexy read today.

Halloween is my favorite holiday. Even more so than
Christmas. I love the decorations, the candy, the parties, and the movies
playing endlessly on TV all month long. I have recorded scads of Hammer Films
and even a few Universal Pictures.  Today
I’m going to watch “Horror of Dracula” and “Frankenstein Must Be

Here’s what I do for Halloween – I bake. I make gingersnaps,
pumpkin bread, maple candy, shortbread cookies, sugar cookies with sprinkles,
pizzelles and more. I buy mead. I make hot buttered rum and hot cocoa,
sometimes with a dash of cayenne. In honor of the Day Of The Dead (Mexico), I
sometimes make candy sugar skulls. Fall is soup time so I make turkey noodle,
chicken noodle, leek and potato, and oyster stew.

Here’s what else I do for Halloween – I decorate. I have a
“Biohazard Research Facility” plaque hanging on the front door. Skull
and ghost candles are scattered about the house. I don’t burn them. I keep them
as is and use them as decorations. My Yankee Candle votive holder depicting
ravens at the entrance to a cemetery looks very classy. I use festive dish
towels and oven mitts. I even have a black cat on a pumpkin magnet on the
fridge. My large terra cotta carved Jack-O-Lantern sits outside my bedroom
window. I use an electric light that flashes so that it looks like candle flame
inside the Jack-O-Lantern. You can see it front the street. I should buy mums
to place around it to give it that extra special fall look but I haven’t bought
any yet. I get out my snow globes. I have snow globes depicting scenes from the
movies “Halloween” and “Fargo”. I’m especially proud of the
“Fargo” snow globes. One depicts the car crash scene and the other
depicts the wood chipper scene. The “Halloween” snow globe depicts
heroine Laurie Straud sitting on the floor in front of  a couch reacting in terror to seeing Michael
Myers standing over her behind the couch brandishing a butcher knife.

You may think horror movies have nothing to do with romance
and sex, but oh boy do they ever! There was nothing more exciting than curling
up on my boyfriend’s arms in the movie theater when Christopher Lee homed in on
a nubile victim. It was more fun to be scared with someone to be scared with. I
later attended a horror film convention every year in my hometown of Baltimore.
I flirted amid discussions of dismemberments and decapitations in the
Australian zombie horror comedy “Dead/Alive” and debates over which
Italian director was scarier, Dario Argento or Lucio Fulci. I voted for

I met my husband thanks in part to horror movies. I met him
at a science fiction convention that included panels on horror. When we started
dating, I made him watch “Dead/Alive”. I told him if he couldn’t get
through this movie in one piece we weren’t meant to be together. He loved it!
Every year on our anniversary we watch it. He teases me about my love for
horror movies, but he often occasionally relents and watches one with me. Then
we cuddle and I pretend to be scared. Just like when I was in college.

Horror movies and books 
have their place in romance. Sex, too. Science
proves it
. Dopamine levels rise when we’re scared, even in an artificial
setting like a horror movie. Dopamine’s nickname is the “cuddle
hormone”. So the next time you want a romantic evening, ditch “When
Harry Met Sally”. Choose Hitchcock’s “Psycho” instead. And enjoy
the cuddling – and more!

UPDATE: This is a Halloween display I made about 10 years ago in front of the 200 year old house we were renting. I was into Asian horror movies, and I made a life-sized display of Sadako coming out of the well from the movie “The Ring”. I stuffed an old white gown with newspapers and plastic grocery bags and made a head out of plastic bags and duct tape. I put a long wig on her head. She wears my white leather gloves. The well was made out of boxes spray painted to look like granite. I scared the little kids silly with that display. One little girl asked me, “Will that lady eat me?” I almost said, “No. She’ll come out of your TV and chase you around your living room until she catches you and kills you,” but I’m too nice to do such a horrible thing. LOL

by Jean Roberta

Halloween is approaching, and this means (according to some) that the veil between this world and the next is growing thin.

For the ancient Celts, October 31 (or approximately this date in their own calendar) was called Samhain (pronounced sow-in), and it was the last day of the year. When Christianity was spreading throughout Europe and giving new names to old seasonal festivals, a Pope declared November 1 to be the feast day of all the saints, which made October 31 All Hallows Eve, or Hallowe’en. November 2 was declared All Souls Day, and it is still celebrated in Mexico as El Dia de Muertos, the day to honour all your loved ones who have passed on. (Picnics in cemeteries!)

‘Tis the season to think about the spirits of the dead, and whether they still contact the living.

Writers, in particular, tend to haunt their readers during their lives and long afterwards. William Shakespeare died on his own birthday in 1616, but his plots have circulated far and wide ever since. A writer’s death doesn’t change the relationship of readers to his/her words, but it ends the possibility of discussing them with their source, except in a séance. (“Will, when you wrote Macbeth’s ‘Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow’ speech, that wasn’t your own cynical manifesto, was it?”)

Too many writers have died since 2000, and I’m sure they are all missed by their fans. Since space doesn’t allow me to honour them all, I’ll just mention a few whose lives brushed mine, and who left us too soon, IMO.

In February 2003, I spent Reading Week (an annual break from classes for students and faculty in the university where I teach) in New York, where I took part in a reading from Best Women’s Erotica of that year in Bluestockings Bookstore. One of my fellow-readers was a writer and singer-songwriter known simply as “zonna.” She read from “What You’re In For,” an intense story of seduction in a women’s prison, and she invited members of the small audience to read the parts of minor characters. “Zonna” was clearly a performer, and she owned the stage. I was taken aback to hear that she passed away several months later. I haven’t been able to find much information about her, but I hope she is at peace.

In 2005, I was writing book reviews for an on-line site, “The Dominant’s View,” having been invited by “Kayla Kuffs,” whom I met in the Erotic Readers and Writers lists. I reviewed a witty book of non-fic, Painfully Obvious: An Irreverent and Unauthorized Manual for Leather/SM by Robert Davolt, a gay man and former Mr. Leather, who co-owned a bar in San Francisco. I spent Reading Week in that city that year, and took part in a reading from Best Lesbian Erotica. I was impressed when Robert Davolt showed up, and invited me to a queer bar down the street for a drink. He was perfectly sociable, and not intimidating. Later, I learned that he was diagnosed with cancer in April of that year, and by May, he was gone. When I first got the news from Kayla, I wasn’t convinced, especially since her informants all seemed to be people from BDSM chat rooms with single names like Slavegirl.

I took the liberty of contacting Patrick Califia, another famous BDSM writer from San Francisco, and he snail-mailed me a copy of The Bay Area Reporter, a newsletter-style journal that included a long, respectful obituary of Robert Davolt. I hope he was welcomed to the Other Side by a chorus of adorable slave-boys.

In 2010, a famously reclusive American writer passed away, leaving a small but well-known body of work. J.D. Salinger’s Nine Stories made such an impression on my daughter when she was in high school that she decided to name any future daughter she might have after a precocious young girl in the story “For Esme, With Love and Squalor.” My granddaughter, Esme Stang, was born in February 2010. (I travelled to Toronto during Reading Week, when I met her two days after her birth.)

In 2011, the world lost a legendary pioneer in the world of modern lesbian literature when writer/publisher/archivist Barbara Grier passed away. I’m so sorry I dropped her torch.

I’ll explain. For six months in the early 1980s, I was a full-time employee of a collectively-run “alternative” bookstore which was literally underground, with a display window at ground level. I wanted to order more lesbian titles, including romances from Naiad Books, the company founded by Grier and her partner. I called the Naiad office in Florida and reached Grier herself. I placed an order, and we discussed ways to get the books across the Canadian border without interference from government censors.

I mentioned that I had typed up a list of lesbian books published since the latest edition of her own annotated bibliography, The Lesbian in Literature, came out in 1981. (The first edition of this list was compiled with Marion Zimmer Bradley in the 1970s.)

She said she was too busy to produce a new, expanded edition, and she hoped someone (me?) would continue this important work. For awhile, I actually tried to do this. I kept book titles and brief descriptions on file cards. In 1988, I ran off photocopies of my own typed, unofficial version of the new Lesbian in Lit to hand out at a local LGBT conference. Note that I had no access to a computer. By the 1990s, I realized that I couldn’t possibly keep up with all the new publications, and I hoped that information about writing with lesbian content was more accessible than when Grier and Bradley began compiling a list, beginning with the poet Sappho (circa 600 BCE).

Another notable lesbian writer, Victoria Brownworth, wrote a moving remembrance here:

Two other important women writers (both authors of fantasy/sci-fi) passed away in 2011. One of them, Anne McCaffrey, wrote a series of novels about the “dragonriders of Pern,” which I read in second-hand paperback editions. (Actually, there are 20 books in the series. I’ve only scratched the surface.) I loved her explanation in an interview that she moved from the eastern U.S. to Ireland because it was thousands of miles away from her ex-husband.

Joanna Russ, who also left us in 2011, was a more explicitly feminist and openly lesbian writer. She is probably best known for a novel, The Female Man, published in 1975, when Second Wave feminism was gathering strength. Lethe Press publisher Steve Berman named his annual anthology of the year’s best lesbian speculative fiction, “Heiresses of Russ.” I was honoured to be chosen as co-editor of the 2015 edition. (For more on the cultural significance of Russ’ fiction and non-fiction, you could read my introduction, or Google her name.)

In 2012, I was shocked to read that writer/publisher Bill Brent of San Francisco had jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge some time on the weekend of August 18-19. I had met him shortly after 9/11, in October 2001, when new copies of Best Bisexual Erotica 2, co-published by Bill’s small press, Black Books (and Circlet Press of Cambridge, Mass.), were available to contributors, including me. He had stories in the Best Gay Erotica series from Cleis Press, and he also wrote The Ultimate Guide to Anal Sex for Men for Cleis. The bankruptcy of Black Books and of Bill’s zine, Black Sheets, must have been a blow, but after that, he moved to Hawaii, and all those who knew him hoped the change of scene would do him good. On visits back to SF, he apparently didn’t seem suicidal to friends. I wish them comfort.

In 2013, Rhodesian-born “British” writer Doris Lessing passed away. Although she moved to London in 1949, she always thought of herself as a colonial, an outsider with little formal education and no connections with the literary establishment. Nonetheless, when I began writing my Masters thesis on her five-novel “Children of Violence” series, I discovered a horde of fans, critics and academics who had discovered her before I did. When the final version of my thesis was handed in, it had a 12-page bibliography (single-spaced, 10-point font).

I always hoped I would meet her someday, and possibly even get her opinion of my analysis of her work. Now this can only happen on the Other Side.

I first encountered the fantasy writer Eugie Foster of Atlanta, Georgia, when we both had stories accepted for a doomed anthology of noir fantasy, Blasphemy, which was never published. By the time several other contributors pulled out of this project because it was taking too long, we were all exchanging messages in our own chat group, set up by the editors. I was the only one in the group who wrote erotica primarily; all the rest were writers of spec-fic. I found them intriguing, and they treated my genre with respect.

Later, I befriended Eugie on Livejournal and Twitter, where she posted updates about her beloved pet, a de-scented skunk named Hobkin. When Hobkin caught a respiratory infection, Eugie described her efforts (with her husband Matthew) to save him, but Hobkin passed away. Soon afterward, Eugie reported that she had been diagnosed with a rare form of sinus cancer.

Eugie’s passing on September 27, 2014 (which I remember because it was the day before my own spouse’s birthday) was unnerving, since she never lost hope of recovery, and continued to post tweets about her treatment almost until the end. Matthew Foster posted a brief announcement that she was gone, and added:

We do not need flowers. In lieu of flowers, please buy her books and read them. Buy them for others to read until everyone on the planet knows how amazing she was.

Here is a bibliography: fiction

Eugie and Matthew were both organizers of Dragon Con, an annual fantasy event in Atlanta, and Matthew has continued in that role. This con now features a Eugie Foster Award for the year’s best fantasy story of 20K or less.

On the theme of fantasy fiction, a giant in the field was Tanith Lee of England, who claimed in introductions and interviews that writing was the only thing she ever did well enough to earn a living at it. (She was living with her parents when her first novel, The Birthgrave, was published in 1975.) I taught her novel, Night’s Master (first of the Flat Earth series) in my fantasy literature class, Sympathy for the Devil, until the beautiful latest edition of that book suddenly became unavailable when the boutique publisher, Norilana, went out of business. (This version of the book featured stained-glass artwork by the author’s husband, John Kaiine.)

I was able to find numerous second-hand mass-market copies (with cheesier cover art), but since I couldn’t keep selling dog-eared paperbacks in class, I reluctantly replaced Nights Master with a steampunk mystery by two other writers.

I always hoped to meet Tanith Lee in a writers con some day, and discuss the publishing biz with her. Unfortunately, she passed away from breast cancer in May 2015. How ironic to die in the spring! However, she achieved an enormous amount before leaving this world.

In 2011, I received an email out of the blue from a legendary (at least to my mind) radical dyke of the 1970s, Jeanne Cordova. I recognized her as the editor of an early lesbian journal from California, The Lesbian Tide, which folded in 1980.

Her autobiographical book, When We Were Outlaws: A Memoir of Love and Revolution, was published in 2011, and she wanted me to review it. She had read my reviews in The Gay and Lesbian Review, and she thought I could do justice to her story. I was delighted.

I explained that neither of us could let the editor know we were in contact, since his policy was to let his stable of reviewers choose titles from lists of books received, and not to allow collusion between a writer and a reviewer. (In principle, I admire the integrity of this position.) I wrote the review, asked the editor if he could find room for it, and he did.

Later, Jeanne wrote to me from an email address under the name of her partner, Lynn Ballen, saying she enjoyed finally meeting me at a literary event. I was mystified. I wrote back to say that I was sure she met many people there, but I was not one of them. I hoped we could actually meet someday.

And then I read that Jeanne Cordova passed away from cancer in January 2016.

If I ever meet all the writers I would love to meet, it will probably be at a literary con on the Other Side that will be more fabulous than anything put on by mere mortals. I really hope that all the writers I’ve mentioned have vanquished the inner and outer demons they wrestled with in this world, and that they are enjoying what used to be called their “reward.”

For those of us who are still here, their work is waiting to be discovered.

Eugie Foster and Hobkin (together forever?)

A Few Kicks

by | Oct 21, 2016 | 2 comments

By Lisabet Sarai

Let me entertain you.

Let me see you smile.

Let me do a few tricks,

Some old and then some new tricks;

I’m very versatile.

– Stephen Sondheim, from Gypsy

I grew up singing musicals. When I was still in grade school, I knew most of the lyrics from “My Fair Lady”, “South Pacific”, “West Side Story”, and “The Sound of Music”. We had all the records (LPs, of course). My mom, in particular, used to play them while she was doing housework. I’ve always picked up songs and verse, without really trying. So I can still sing “On the Street Where You Live”, “I’m Gonna Wash That Man Right Out of My Hair” and “Tonight”, as well as dozens more classics.

One of my mother’s favorites was “Gypsy”. I can see why, now—she was a bit like Gypsy Rose Lee’s mom, flamboyant and stage struck. (It was her idea, for instance, for me and my two siblings to perform on a local TV amateur hour.) As for me, I was fascinated with the character of the famous burlesque star. I must have known even at that young age that there was something naughty about Gypsy’s vocation. (I’ve always had instincts about that sort of thing!) Anyway, I would belt out “Let Me Entertain You” while I was doing the dishes, in between renditions of “Have an Eggroll, Mr. Goldstone” and “If Mama Was Married”.

As I was thinking about a post for the ERWA blog this month, I realized that the song above could be my author-ly theme. I don’t write to become famous (it’ll never happen) or to contribute to the canon of great literature (despite my fantasies). For the most part, I write because I want to entertain my readers – and myself. And like Gypsy, I’m very versatile. I write in a wide range of different styles and genres, depending on my mood.

Want serious BDSM romance? Try The Gazillionaire and the Virgin. Steampunk fantasy? I can recommend Rajasthani Moon. Do you like M/M stories? Pick up a copy of Necessary Madness or Quarantine. For lesbian erotica, sample The Witches of Gloucester. If vampires are your thing, there’s Fire in the Blood, my M/M/F vampire ménage set in Jamaica. Speaking of ménage, my backlist includes Truce of Trust (M/F/M with a touch of BDSM), Monsoon Fever (M/M/F historical), and Wild About That Thing (M/F/M contemporary) among other titles. I’ve written paranormal, suspense, science fiction, and hard core BDSM erotica. About the only genres I haven’t tackled are Western (though my short story “Spank Me Again, Stranger” is set in cowboy country) and sweet romance (though I’ve been tempted to try the latter, just to see if I could keep my nasty streak under control).

I’ve noticed that many authors seem to specialize, to carve out a niche and stick to it. Not me. I’m easily bored, I guess. Or presenting myself in a more favorable light—I like to challenge myself by attempting to write in new genres. At the moment I have one WIP that’s paranormal (vampire and shifter), one that’s a satirical retelling of Faust, and one that’s dark BDSM. If that’s not versatile, I’m not sure what you’d call it.

There’s another song from “Gypsy”, sung by several of Gypsy’s fellow strippers, called “You Gotta Get a Gimmick”:

You can pull all the stops out

Till they call the cops out,

Grind your behind till you’re banned

But you’ve gotta get a gimmick

If you wanna get a hand.

You can sacrifice your saccro
Working in the back row.
Bump in a dump till you’re dead.
Kid, you gotta have a gimmick
If you wanna get ahead.

I sure hope that this isn’t true. I’m too busy exploring to figure out a “gimmick”. My stories have some common features and themes, I guess, but they are all quite different. That’s both good and bad. A reader who has experience with one of my books doesn’t really know what to expect from the next. On the other hand, for a reader who likes surprises… well, I can show her a few tricks.

(Maybe I should write a story that revolves around musicals…!)


Greetings, smut slingers!

The 19th of the month has arrived once more–as it usually does–so it’s time for Sexy Snippets Day! I hope you’ve saved up some really steamy snippet to share.

The ERWA blog is not primarily intended for author promotion. However,
we’ve decided we should give our author/members an occasional
opportunity to expose themselves (so to speak) to the reading public.
Hence, we have declared the 19th of every month at the Erotica Readers
and Writers Association blog Sexy Snippet Day.

On Sexy Snippet day, any author can post a tiny excerpt (200 words or
less) in a comment on the day’s post. Include the title from with the
snippet was extracted, your name or pseudonym, and one buy link. No extra promo text, please!

Please post excerpts only from published work (or work that is free for download), not works in progress. The goal, after all, is to titillate your readers and seduce them into buying your books!

Feel free to share this with erotic author friends. It’s an open invitation!

Of course I expect you to follow the rules. One snippet per author,
please. If your excerpt is more than 200 words or includes more than one
link, I’ll remove your comment and prohibit you from participating in
further Sexy Snippet days. I’ll say no more!

After you’ve posted your snippet, feel free to share the post as a
whole to Facebook, Twitter, or wherever else you think your readers
hang out.


~ Lisabet

by Donna George Storey

This month’s column was inspired by another author interview I read thanks to the recommendation of Erotica for the Big Brain’s Terrance Aldon Shaw. TAS pointed me to “Back to School? How to get your novel published,” an interview with Jonathan Kemp (author of London Triptych, a novel about the lives of three gay hustlers in three different time periods) from Gasholder: The cultural guide to King’s Cross and beyond. The interview touched on some issues I’ve been thinking about as I continue writing and researching my historical erotic novel, in particular the meaning of “success” as a writer.

First, let’s get the title of the article out of the way. The interview with Kemp doesn’t really reveal new secrets on how to get your novel published, but rather advocates the values I think most of us here at ERWA follow in our writing: write a lot, be patient, stay true to your project, and do it for love not money. (For the record, if you are writing for the money and love doing that, that’s cool with me!) So clearly the interviewer or an editor decided to make the article more clickable with a classic “what’s in it for me?” hook for the wannabe writer-reader.

However, rather than get-rich-quick tips to finding a superagent, readers will find observations from Kemp’s experience teaching creative writing such as this:

Q: Do students think they’ll wind up famous?

A: There’s a lot of starry eyed-ness around creative writing; and yet what always drove me to it was the opposite. Jean Genet said, “the only two things a poet needs are anonymity and poverty”: there’s that sense in which the true spirit of literature is being compromised by capitalism, and the need to be rich and famous is driving the desire to write a book, rather than the need to express the human soul or psyche.

I myself am also nostalgic for the days that probably-never-were when literary writers did it for love alone and disdained profit or acclaim. From what I’ve read, even Genet dined out on his outcast celebrity on occasion. However, as writers we know that the hard work of storytelling does require some ego and expectation of reward to overcome all the obstacles inherent in the creative process. Writing for the market does not necessarily mean you’ve compromised your values, although it can. I’ve written dozens of stories for themed anthologies, which I’ve definitely shaped for a certain market, but tell myself I always put something true in my stories, something I want to say beyond the glory of a byline. Still I won’t deny that at an earlier phase of my writing life, the validation of publication was an important goal.

Perhaps it’s the lot of the fairly oft-published writer, but I don’t have stars in my eyes about authorship anymore. Publication, even by a “prestigious” press, isn’t enough. Writers have to earn my admiration. Frankly, these days I tend to avoid fiction, especially the ubiquitous bestsellers with “girl” in the title that invariably deal with murder, addiction, sexual abuse and other titillating violence that seems to be the surefire path to fame and riches. Good writing always makes me want to sit right down and start writing myself, but the predictability and sensationalism of these novels just makes me feel stupid, if I can even make it through the book (I often end up skimming). “Beautiful” writing doesn’t do it either. I need to feel my reading experience enriched my life and didn’t just show off how clever the author was. All too often, the mainstream fiction of today does not satisfy me.

Fortunately, I’ve found a steady source of nourishment in a different genre of writing: specialized nonfiction. I suspect that few of these authors have made millions. Still I regularly finish these books with a deep sense of gratitude for the love, care, and amazing amount of time and research these authors have put into their work.

I’m immensely grateful to Brian J. Cudahy for his books on public transportation in the New York Area (Under the Sidewalks of New York: The Story of the Greatest Subway System in the World and How We Got to Coney Island: The Development of Mass Transportation in Brooklyn and Kings County). His painstaking research and obvious love of subways and trains has recreated an important part of city life of one hundred years ago for me. Kathy Peiss’ Hope in a Jar: The Making of America’s Beauty Culture traces the history of cosmetics, once considered the lying trick of prostitutes but now seen as a way to express your “true self.” And Aine Collier’s The Humble Little Condom penetrates the silence around birth control, which is not only useful to get a sense of how a couple might control fertility in 1900, but puts the current controversy about this issue in perspective. These books have made me think about the world in new ways. I wish more fiction did the same. (In all fairness, some does, but not nearly enough).

Excellent and engaging writers that they are, these nonfiction authors are clearly privileging history and information over the effort of showing their brilliance as superior creative geniuses. I find this dedication to teaching us more about the human experience far more inspiring than the self-conscious pursuit of canonization as a literary genius. These authors rarely, if ever, make the cover of Time magazine a laJonathan Franzen: Great American Novelist.” But for me, they have enriched and entertained and brought the past to life, magicians all. I’d like to thank them and the dozens of authors I’ve already consulted about life a hundred years ago for their labors of love. I appreciate what you’ve done more than words can say.

Write on!

Donna George Storey is the author
of Amorous Woman and a collection of short
stories, Mammoth
Presents the Best of Donna George Storey
. Learn more about her
work at

it’s three hundred years from now, and a little town in Poland is reveling in
mischief, merriment and good old family fun, folks from the world over have
come to dress up in costume. A funhouse is set up for the kids; it’s a scale
model of a crematorium. That’s right folks! Come one, come all; kick up your
heels and help us celebrate Olde Auschwitz Days!

That could never happen … people celebrating an atrocity? You gotta be
kidding, right?

the comparison might be a tad extreme, as atrocities are weighed, twenty as
opposed to millions. Still, in my adopted hometown, the “Witch City,”
Salem, Massachusetts, folks are midway through a month-long festival that owes
its inspiration to just such a morsel of murder.

and fans of Haunted Happenings will spin it otherwise. We’re just celebrating
the spooky season and inviting all things that go bump in the night to come to
Salem, bump up against each other and in the process bump up the local economy.
After all, we’re the Halloween capital of the world.

everyone celebrates Halloween, but not every town has a witch on a broomstick
flying on the doors of its police cruisers. Witches and witchcraft: An ironic
source of fame. Until fairly recently, it was a source of shame. Even after
nearly three centuries, Salem was embarrassed by its history of judicial
malfeasance that saw innocent folks railroaded onto the gallows. Well, most of
them were innocent – wink.

would try to redirect attention to its seafaring past when its ships sailed to
the far reaches of the globe and returned to the infant United States with rare
and exotic goods and ideas. So many ships that the Chinese thought Salem was a
nation unto itself. So much wealth was brought in that tariffs collected in
Salem accounted for a majority of the revenue that funded the federal
government and spawned America’s first millionaires.

that kind of history doesn’t play on Jerry Springer. So, sometime around the
1970s, people from “somewhere else” with bucks to invest took a look
around Salem and mocked, “You people are sitting on a gold mine.”

Visitors pose at the Bewitched statue.

and marketing led to what these days is the closest thing to Mardi Gras you’re
likely to find in the chilly Northeast. And like Mardi Gras, Haunted Happenings
has a sexy vibe, but more of that in a bit.

let’s take a refresher on Salem’s claim to fame. Salem actually gets a bad rap
– initially. The so-called witchcraft hysteria didn’t begin in the port of
Salem, but five miles inland at the farming community of Salem Village, now
Danvers. Everyone knows the basic story, a group of adolescent and
pre-adolescent girls, bored out of their skulls in the midst of winter and
inspired by a slave/servant’s spook stories got caught messing about with
forbidden (occult)  things. In an effort
to escape a good whupping, they began to throw various adult neighbors under
the bus, and in those days the bus was called witchcraft. Most folks were
skeptical at the girls’ claims, but events began to snowball, if slowly, aided
and abetted by well-meaning and not-so-well-meaning adults.

local judges determined there were cases to be made, the judicial proceedings
were taken over by William Stoughton, a high-ranking colonial official who had no legal training at all, and who
proceeded to toss out legal protections for the accused, such as the right to
counsel. He allowed accusers to chat with judges and allowed spectral evidence.
Imagine a DA today telling a jury, “Ladies and gentleman, I can’t show you
the murder weapon, on account of it’s invisible, but that’s okay, just take my
word for it.”

became evident early on that verdicts were foregone conclusions. Those who did
not confess were sent to the gallows, but for one grisly exception.

Corey was a miserable old guy whose hobby was bringing nuisance lawsuits
against his neighbors. In a fit of pique he accused his own wife of witchcraft,
only to relent and recant his accusation. Big mistake, then he was accused of

may have been the source of that Groucho Marx joke: “I went to court to
press my suit, but the judge said, ‘You can’t press your suit here, you gotta
take it to a cleaners.'”

Giles didn’t want to get taken to the cleaners by the authorities. See, if he
pleaded guilty to save his life, his property might well be confiscated and his
sons would lose their inheritance.

Giles, being law-savvy, refused to enter a plea, which blocked his indictment.
The downside of that was the sheriff was allowed to torture him until he agreed
to plea or confess. Giles got pressed like a cheap suit.

is, he was made to lay on the ground and something like a coffin was placed on
top of him. Then the coffin was filled with rocks to the point of crushing him.
He endured three days of this before he expired. The tour guides will tell you
it happened in Howard Street Burial Ground. But most likely Giles was taken
just across the street from the old gaol, to what is now the parking lot of the
Polish Catholic church, St. John’s.

final tally, 19 executed by hanging, one pressed to death.

is a large Wiccan community in Salem who claim these twenty as martyrs for
religious freedom. Well, no they weren’t. Any of them would have been content
to allow the hanging of a practicing witch. A creature so foul in the eyes of
God, that they would rather go to their deaths rather than name themselves as
such. Nonetheless, it’s ironical that Salem today hosts lots of folks who follow
the old religion.

year, an organization of North American vampires based in Montreal announced
they would have their annual vampires ball in Salem. The protests that flowed
from the local Witches in the form of letters to the editor were hilarious,
particularly the one that scolded: let vampires into Salem and the town will go
to hell. Okay, it’s paraphrased, but you just can’t make this stuff up.

of the newer, popular attractions is the statue of Elizabeth Montgomery as
TV witch Samantha Stevens, donated by TV Land. Nevermind that the
series, “Bewitched,” was set in a Connecticut suburb of New York City,
not Salem. Also, Samantha is grinning more or less in the direction of where
the witch trials were held and so that troublesome dichotomy again rears its hydra
heads. Is this supposed to be fun?

That dichotomy is on display, uncomfortably one would think, everywhere in Salem, most notably
in the understated memorial to the victims, dedicated by Elie Wiesel in 1992,
the 300th anniversary of the hysteria, and which borders an alley of kitschy
stores and a pirate museum – Arrrrgh!

matter, Haunted Happenings has caught on in a big way. The largest crowds
recorded came last year when Halloween occurred on a weekend. Is it fun? Sure
it is. It’s a fun outing for families. But it’s even more fun for adults.

though we are often blessed with a stretch of Indian Summer in October, some of
the costumes worn by young women literally fly in the face of the season. Last year, I made note of one
striking young woman, hair so blonde it could blind you with reflected sunlight, wearing a black peaked hat and a black baby doll … with heels. So
many heads turned that it was a wonder there wasn’t a slow-motion pile up.

the sun goes down and the kids go home, the pheromones are as pungent as rum
and candy corn. It is like a fog settles downtown as chill air contacts hot

Salem is a sexy town. I’ve set a few stories here, two of which included sex
scenes in the Old Burying Point.

You wouldn’t want to ‘hang out’ behind Walgreens three hundred years ago.

in a way, that’s the best balm for guilt, if indeed there remains any after so
much time. Today romance rules in Salem as potential lovers try to cast spells at each

live atop Gallows Hill. No one forgets my address. Already this month folks
have approached me while I was walking my spirit dog (really she’s a lab mutt, but
she has one bright blue eye that freaks out the tourists), and asked, “Is
this where they hanged the witches?”

The foot of the hill … behind Walgreens.”

then, in their expressions I detect a momentary letdown. As if something as mundane as a
pharmacy chain could somehow subtract from hallowed ground.

give them directions, send them on their way and then retreat to my home with
my black dog and two black cats.

Halloween, all.

The Only Winner…

So … contests. In a word: don’t!

(sigh) What IS it with you people? Can’t you just accept the word of an internationally renowned literary authority and acclaimed sex symbol?

Yes, I mean ME. Who else do you think I’m talking about?

Okay … okay … I GUESS I’m going to have to spell it out for you (sigh again). So here goes:

I’ve been seeing a lot of these things lately: send in your stories for this or that competition, and the winner gets published and (sometimes) a bit of cash. The worst of them – and clearly the ones to completely, totally avoid – are the ones that require a fee to enter.

But even the contests that don’t make you pay to play are bad for writers (which means all of you) and bad for writing, in general. Sure, entering a contest might, at first, sound like a good idea: you get to say you won this or that competition, giving you a chance to put a blue ribbon on your resume or in your bio.

But let’s think it through. Writing is hard. Getting a single story published in a magazine, on a Web site, or in an anthology is difficult. Do you need the added pressure of trumping dozens if not hundreds of other writers for a little recognition of (in most cases) dubious authenticity? The odds are not only ridiculously against you, but the rewards are questionable.

It gets worse. Say I’m doing an antho on … oh, I don’t know, sex-on-a-train stories. To get in, you have to submit a well-written story related to that topic. Rarely, if ever, are contests that specific. Most of them are so ambiguous you’ll have absolutely no idea what they are looking for, let alone who actually might be making the final decision and what kind of storytelling they might favor.

Again, think of the odds. As a writer, time is money. Do you seriously want to waste the time it takes to write – or even submit – a story to a contest versus writing something that may, actually, have a chance of getting accepted and published?

Okay, a lot of folks don’t write something new for a contest; most will simply pull something out of their files. But even then, I still think entering a contest is a bad idea. A very bad idea.

Why? Call it part of a personal crusade. Writers always seem to get the short end of the stick – and what’s even worse, we seem to be happy with that short stick, accepting it as our professional lot in life. We get paid very little for a lot of work, far too often have to deal with unqualified editors and publishers, and have to keep going against catty reviews and miniscule pay. Now, a lot of these things won’t be fixed by staying away from contests but think of it this way: are you respecting yourself by entering the shark tank that’s a competition?

Besides, these days even winning a competition means pretty much zilch. There are so many of them, and so many that are practically worthless, that even being able to hang that blue ribbon on your career means virtually nothing. As an editor, I can’t tell you the number of times that a story has been submitted that is … well, in need of a lot of work. But the author has won an award. It’s getting to the point where awards mean that the winner was either the best of half a dozen runner-ups or got themselves a ribbon because their circle or community knew them and not the other entrants.

But the bottom line is that contests really serve one – and only one – purpose, and it’s not to help writers. Competitions are a cheap way to get a person, a Web site, or a magazine a grand dollop of promotion and publicity without having to pay a dime to anyone but the winner. It’s viral marketing under the guise of literary acclaim. Meanwhile, the contest sponsors get all kinds of content that they didn’t have to pay for but from which they will find a way to profit.

You are a writer. That’s a very special thing. Yes, you have to deal with the realities of what that means but there’s no reason why you have to enable people who are only trying to take advantage of your determination and passion. So the next time an invite for a contest drops into you’re in box earn yourself a blue ribbon by doing what’s good for you, as a writer: hit DELETE.

Oh my Word!

by | Oct 11, 2016 | 11 comments

By Sam Kruit (ERWA Editor)

The deed is done, the manuscript (MS) complete. But in the
course of submitting or getting feedback, it’s likely it’ll have to go through
the formatting wrangler a few times before it’s ready to post in Storytime, or fit to be submitted to an editor’s inbox. 

One of the most annoying things about writing is having to
rearrange the appearance of your MS to fit the layout requirements of those who
are going to read it. So, this editor’s corner article is devoted to the
practical art of making MS Word work for you. 

  • Pull up an old document,
  • make a copy,
  • switch on the paragraph marker (the fat, back-to-front P
    with the double stalk), which you’ll find on the home menu under ‘paragraph’
  • and prepare to experiment with tips and tricks.

Before beginning any
mass change in a document, it’s worth standardising things like your scene
breaks first. For example:

  1. Open find and replace
  2. In Find, Type a space
    and then your scene marker
  3. Find next (you might
    not have any leading spaces. If so, good.)
  4. If you find one, type
    your scene marker into Replace with no spaces.
  5. Repeat for spaces
    after your scene marker
  6. Repeat to find any
    incidents where you’re an asterisk short (* * * ), and any other combination of
    mess-up you can think of.

Once all your scene
markers look as you want them to, you can do your global reformats and fewer
things will slip the net.

Aghhh moment #1 –
scrunched post syndrome

You’ve posted your story to ERWA Storytime in good faith,
but when the email is returned to you through the list, you find that all your
line breaks have disappeared. The whole thing appears in one lump, with or
without indents, and you struggle to pick out the starting point of each new


  1. Open Find/Replace
  2. In Find, type ^p
  3. in Replace, type ^p^p
  4. replace all.

This will double up your paragraph spacers so that it
appears normal on the email. If you find your story has indeed been scrunched,
simply re-post in the expanded version with a quick note to say that the
documents are the same, but that the format has been tamed. It’s worth just
emailing it from one personal account to another to experiment before you post.

Aghhh moment #2 –
‘more white space, please!’

The editor wants scene break markers separated from the text
with an extra blank line either side. Currently, yours look like these:

Waffle waffle waffle rhubarb waffle rhubarb Waffle waffle
waffle rhubarb waffle.

* * * *

“Rhubarb!” Waffle waffle. “Waffle rhubarb waffle?”


  1. Open find/replace
  2. In Find, type ^p* * * *^p (this shows the single carriage
    return between the end of the last line, the scene marker line, and the break
    to the start of the next scene).
  3. In replace, type ^p^p* * * *^p^p (this will add in an extra
    line break for you)
  4. Find next, make sure it works, then replace all.

Aghhh moment #3 – ‘My
scene breaks have all shifted to the left!’

Whether you’ve just tried the trick above, or simply
discovered that your entire manuscript has to be left/fully justified
(whichever format your MS isn’t in at
the moment), it is rather exasperating to find that all your scene breaks have
moved from their tidy central spots. Don’t foam at the mouth just yet.


  1. Open find/replace
  2. Click the ‘more’ button
  3. Copy your scene marker into Find (with no spaces either
  4. Go to the bottom of the screen, where it says ‘format’
  5. Select paragraph, and in the paragraph dialogue box (PDB for
    short!) go to the alignment selection and choose left/fully justified,
    depending on what your entire text has been converted to. Click ‘ok’.
  6. Now, in Replace, paste your scene marker again (still with
    no excess spaces)
  7. Go back to format, paragraph, PDB, and select ‘centred’ from
    the alignment section.
  8. Click Find next, and watch your asterisks ping back into the
    middle of the page.

Aghh moment #4 – the manuscript

Currently your manuscript is in the ‘online’ format. In
other words, all paragraphs are flush to the left margin with no indents, and
there is a blank line between each paragraph. In MS Word, this is also called
the ‘normal’ style.

BUT your editor/publisher/agent wants the full manuscript

Double-spaced; Times New Roman 12; normal margins; indent of
a half inch at the start of each paragraph. No gaps between any paragraphs
except for scene breaks or special effects.

Oh, and their rules say ‘no tabs’. In other words, don’t
press the Tab key to create the indent.

Solution (select a sample of a few paragraphs to practice
this on):

  1. open the PDB
  2. under ‘indentation’ select ‘first line’ from the ‘special’
    drop-down box
  3. Under ‘by’, type 1.27 if that isn’t automatically set for
    you as soon as you choose ‘first line’. This is the standard half-inch indent.
  4. Under ‘spacing’, click the box that says ‘no extra lines
    between paragraphs of the same style’.
  5. Click ok.

You should now have several indented paragraphs with no gaps
between them. You can now change spacing and font as you require. To reverse this process (from US MS format to ‘online’):

  1. Select the paragraphs you want to change
  2. Open the PDB
  3. Under indentation and ‘special’, select ‘none’.
  4. Under ‘spacing’, make sure the tickbox for no spacing
    between paragraphs of the same kind is EMPTY.
  5. Click ok.
  6. You should be back to online format.

There are countless things you can do with Find/replace. You
can standardise the type-setting, removing extra spaces between punctuation and
following words. You can also use it to find an over-used word by typing into
both Find and Replace, but assigning a highlight colour to the replaced version
(go to format at the bottom, select ‘highlight’ and pick your shade.

By the time the next Editing Corner comes around, I’ll have
type-setting standardisation document I can share. And perhaps, in the next
editing corner, I’ll be able to dip into Find/Replace’s little magical world of
‘wild cards’. Until then, have more fun and less stress making MS Word behave
for you.

Dear Debauched Denizens of the Darkness,

By the twitching of my thumbs,

Something wicked this way comes.

Well, to be honest, it’s actually other parts of my body that are twitching as I swoop through the (literally) fantastic October edition of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association website. As All Hallow’s Eve approaches, ERWA celebrates the salaciously supernatural and the horrifically horny. Clicking from page to page, I’m overwhelmed by paroxysms of prurient passion….

Too much? Okay, I’ll rein in the alliteration and give you a quick tour, starting in the Erotica Gallery, where you’ll find a slew of stories focusing on magical lust and erotic horror. Blood-thirsty flora, a vengeful murderess, a smart ass exorcist and a clit with a mind of its own—our traditional La Petite Mort theme has inspired the ERWA authors to new heights of creativity. Across the page, our Awesome Authors section includes everything from historical fiction to paranormal romance, all breathlessly erotic.

Indulge your dark desires:

If you’re still craving more hot fiction after your sojourn in the Gallery, click over to our Books for Sensual Readers pages. We’ve assembled a rich and varied collection of featured titles for this issue, so you’re sure to find something that appeals. Delores Swallows explores the irresistible attraction of opposites in his short story collection Unlikely, while Giselle Renarde, Kendra Edge and the irredeemably filthy Lexi Wood team up to expose The Secret Life of Sitters. Cheri Verset’s collection So Wrong 12 offers nearly 80,000 words of taboo erotica, and Sharon Lynn Fisher shares her outrageously original erotic fairy tales in Before She Wakes.

If you’re looking for longer stories, check out Avery Kaye’s Royally Wicked, the escapades of a prince in Las Vegas, or Taisha Demay’s tale of a searing office affair, Love, Truth and Consequences: Playing Dirty. I’ve put Candace Blevin’s paranormal erotic romance Be Careful What You Ask For on my TBR list, intrigued by her premise of a half-werewolf/half-human who wants to be wholly wolf. Checking Him Out,Devyn Morgan’s gay erotic romance that pairs a shy librarian and a macho construction worker, sounds delightful. For FF fiction, I recommend Giselle Renarde’s Taboo Lesbian Erotica: 10 Scandalous Stories. I haven’t read it—yet—but I have no doubt it’s as sexy and intelligent as Giselle’s other work.

We have dozens more titles for your browsing pleasure, including vintage and modern classics, sensual romance and sexy sex education. Enjoy zero frustration: any book that casts a spell can be yours in a couple of clicks. Just use our affiliate links and give us a treat: your purchases help support the best free adult site on the web.

Revel in dirty words:

Did someone say porn? If not, why not? When you’re tired of reading and just want to watch, head for our Adult Movies section. Top billing goes to “Babysitting the Baumgartners”, a steamy blockbuster based on the novel by ERWA’s very own fearless leader Selena Kitt. Real life couple Anikka Albrite and Mick Blue star as the sexually adventurous Doc and Mrs. Baumgartner, who seduce their long-time baby sitter, played by Sarah Luv. Enjoy more of Mick’s and Anikka’s special erotic spark in “Mick Loves Anikka”, as Mick indulges his lover’s every forbidden fantasy, from girl-on-girl rimming to double penetration. Another couples top pick is “Tales from the Edge: Hotwife Bound”, a mix of exhibitionism, cuckolding and BDSM.

If none these suggestions ring your bell, explore our extensive list of other titles, conveniently categorized and equipped with buy links for instant gratification.

Experience the magic of movies:

Adult movies are a great way to relax while getting off. If you’re more the action-oriented type, though, don’t miss the Sex Toy Playground. This month’s Sex Toy Scuttlebutt focuses on toys for couples. Personally, I’m dying to try the Fetish Fantasy Spinning Swing. Then there’s the Tongue Star Pleasure Vibe, which is just what it sounds like—a mini-vibrator to enhance oral sex. Talk about creativity!

Wondering how to use Ben Wa balls? Confused about lubricants? Curious about prostate stimulation? The Playground includes links to frank and fun articles about these and many more sex-toy-related topics, penned by the experts from Adam & Eve, Good Vibrations and our other reputable suppliers.

You can never have too many toys:

Inside the Erotic Mind this month, you’ll find a sometimes arousing and always provocative discussion of body piercing. Expect strong opinions on both sides. Add your own thoughts by clicking Participate!

Dare to share:

Finally, if you write explicit fiction or non-fiction (or if you’ve ever been tempted to try!), do visit the Author Resources pages, the most extensive list of erotic publishing opportunities anywhere on the web. Three new publishers have just been added to the compendium: Inkubus for gay erotica, MoFo Pubs seeking literary erotica, and Deep Desires Press for erotica and erotic romance. There are also dozens of calls for anthologies including a new vampire anthology entitled “Ravenous”, fiction focusing on wanderlust—with the emphasis on lust—and Rob Rosen’s call for Best Gay Erotica Volume 3.

The page features opportunities for novelists, short story writers, poets and essayists, in every erotic sub-genre. Meanwhile, click on the ERWA Archive link for access to ten years worth of amazing articles by top authors on topics related to the craft and business of writing. Whether you’re an experienced author or just getting started, the archives are an incredible resource.

These days, we publish our craft articles at the ERWA blog – Our contributors talk about everything from writing sex scenes to doing promotion.

Follow your Muse:

I did it! A complete Erotic Lure almost entirely avoiding alliteration. Do I get a treat? Those fur-lined hand-cuffs look appealing…. Sure, I’ll wear the naughty nurse costume if you want, as long as you’ll let me use the swing…

Wishing you a month of chills and thrills,


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