But you need to go to InterracialErotica.net to find out what it is.

Oh go on, you know you want to.

http://www.interracialerotica.net/erotica/articles/361/1/I-Need-You-Once-More-Before-I-Go/Page1.html

Janet

Hello my little chickadees,

Last night I was talking with sig other about my most recent post and he had some very interesting insight, well once we got past the fact the story had nothing to do with us;) He brought up a very valid point when we were discussing the narrators belief that both parties felt the relationship was over. He questioned how did she know he felt the same way if they never talked about dissatisfaction. Maybe she was done but he thought though things were tense it didn’t mean they were through. Sig other is a firm believer in the idea that two people are not usually done with a relationship at the same time, there is almost always one of the two holding out hope. Well of course this got my muse all hot and bothered thinking about how to tell the story of the other half of this duo. So here it goes.

Unedited and Copyrighted by Janet Eckford

     I look up from my plate to see her staring at me and I smile. She is lovely tonight as she is always lovey. I place my steak into my mouth and moan my appreciation at the tenderness of the meat. I love this place, always have, and they never seem to disappoint. With my mouth full I point to her soup that she has been swirling absently for some time and not eating. She takes a spoonful and smiles in appreciation. There is something off about her smile and I open my mouth to ask if she enjoys it but decide against it.
     Things have been tense lately and tonight, our special night, I don’t want to have one of our arguments. I look back at my plate because I don’t want her to see that I’m thinking of that tension that has begun to permeate our life. I feel it like a great bleak fog that clouds my words and actions, making little things I say distorted and complex. I want tonight to be good like it was in the past. A past that had us eating and laughing at this very restaurant, at this very table, until the place closed down around us.
     “I love this place,” I smile at her, hoping the memory of that love will infuse a joy in the evening I’m starting to feel lacking.
     “It’s the best,” she replies with a smile that is lacking the luster she once had.
     I don’t know what to say now as that fog grows thicker around us. I can see her but it is only the vague outline of what she used to be, of what we used to mean to each other. I feel a ball of frustration form in my chest because it doesn’t seem fair that it has become so hard. She is still so lovely to me but there is something happening that I don’t understand.
     “Do you think we should plant roses this year?”
     I want to shout that I don’t give a fuck about roses. I want to ask her what’s going on and why won’t she talk to me. I want to say whatever I need to say to not have us fighting but to clear up this pallor of gloom that has taken us into its cold embrace but instead I breath deeply and say, “That’s something to think about.”
     It isn’t something to think about but I have no other thoughts left. I can’t help a small sigh of frustration escaping from my lips as I fork more food into my mouth. Food that has lost it’s initial vibrancy and tang.
     “Yes, something to think about,” she murmurs as she catches my eye.
     As I look into the face of this person I love, the person I have given and taken from in equal parts, I see something there that shouldn’t be. It is as if the fog has cleared for this briefest of moments and I have to look away at what clarity has brought.
     “I love this place,” I say, trying desperately to get back to what we once had.
     “It’s the best,” she replies.
     The sight of her small sad smile is too much for me and I go back to my food and listening to the sounds of this place that used to be so safe and realize I’m okay with the fog for now.

Hello my little romantics,

I’m sitting here all by my lonesome at work, trying desperately to finish tasks off my To Do List, and listening to sad songs. I of course am having no success checking off those important boxes on my list and have instead immersed myself in enjoying my sad songs and contemplating love that is lost and POOF a little ditty popped in my head. I think that we should always remember that as great as love is, the loss of it is even more poignent because when we find it again it makes us appreciate that new love that much more. As sharing is caring here’s a little treat for everyone.

Cheers!

Janet

Unedited and Copyrighted by Janet Eckford

Hello Guys and Gals!

I’ve been pretty busy lately with all things not writing and today I finally had time to put to paper the ideas that have been floating around in my head. As always I find myself quite fascinated with short stories that are both sensual and mysterious. I’m completely intrigued with this idea of telling a story that has no real beginning, middle, and end, but is instead a snapshot in time. The barest glimpse of a story that could be or never was. I think it might have something to do with my subconscious tapping into a more voyeuristic aspect of my nature. Not being a huge fan of reality T.V. living in a culture that is completely saturated with it may have some influence on my new literary hobby as well. I’m not inundated with the great minutia of living (or the artfully crafted concept of it) that most people are fed as viewing pleasure and quite possibly have tried to fill that void through a new exploration of writing.

My newest story, At That Hour, for which I have been threatened with great bodily harm by a dearest friend if I don’t finish it, is the perfect example of this new direction I’m taking. I want to introduce characters in a moment in time, in which there is no history and no future, where they exist solely in that moment to…well to do what ever I tell them to do. There is a fantastical element to this knew direction that I find myself in, which is no surprise because I adore Fantastic Literature*. I like the tingle of suspense, the idea of what would happen if, and mostly I like this all with a little sex.

Therefore, I’ve got a story to tell you my dears, if you take the time to listen.

Janet

*One of my favorite books of shorts is called Black Water: The Book of Fantastic Literature Ed. by Alberto Manguel. Here’s one of the stories that has stuck with me the most and influences me today as a writer.
http://thenostalgialeague.com/olmag/climax.html

Hello Lovers,

I’m utilizing the blogger app on my phone as I lounge in my bed contemplating starting my day. I have stuff to do. Work and errands, the everyday clutter of living that causes the day to pass into another. The dog has a scrape on his paw from his great escape through a window last night that requires attention. We may make a trip to Costco because doesn’t that lamp need a light? The same little inconsequential things that make up life. Yet what makes them all tolerable, enjoyable and at times slightly bearable is the person who does them with me. Here’s to 10 years of the spectacular, the mundane, and all the madness that entails you being mine and me being yours. Looking forward to many more decades.

Happy Anniversary Sig Other.

Janet

I’m sitting in my training trying desperately to pay attention because…well I’m kinda in charge and people will have eight thousand questions for me after the trainer is done but I can’t. Instead my brain has wondered off to the land of nod. While there this dream/story I had several weeks ago has set up residence and plays on repeat but I’m resistant to give it voice because it basically kind of scares me. Which is saying something. Instead I’ve tried to focus on the story I need to write for this great cover I have but alas nothing. So I continue to flap listlessly in the mental winds of my mind until BAM this came to me. In a desperate need to capture it, place it in a capsule, I’ve come to my blog in hopes that releasing it into the universe of this little community a snippet of this “something” may become SOMETHING.

He looked at the soft slope of her hip resting against the door frame. She was lovely standing there unaware of his eyes soaking in her radiance, her life. He could feel the pulse of he energy, sparkling like the brightest star, drawing him from the depth of darkness he had sunk. The spicy sweet scent of her skin drifted across the room and he could taste her on his tongue and he smiled. The familiar pinprick of his fangs slipping through his gums signaled his heightened desire. Locking his eyes with hers he saw a flicker of fear and need register in her eyes and he flashed her a smile with a hint of fang and thought, “Let the games begin.”

Hello Lovers,

It’s that time of year again and I feel I would be remiss if I didn’t take time to blog, considering a great deal of my beer money is derived from all that hot sweaty love I write about. To be honest, aside from the anxious pitter patter of anticipation I received as a grade-schooler when Valentine’s were passed out, I’m not big on the holiday. A great deal of it most likely stems from the fact that my Birthday is the day before and, well, quite frankly what could be more important than my Birthday, seriously. So it isn’t with a heavy heart that I sit here surfing the net while my cat purrs away in my lap and the Wonder Dog barks to his hearts content outside as I wait for Sig Other to get home. I have health, happiness, prosperity, and someone that loves me whether we are snuggled up under the covers discussing the dangers of raccoon’s or whispering I love yous into the phone while I’m on yet another business trip.

To me that is what love is and my wish for all you lovely, lovely people out there is the same.

Janet 

Happy New Year!

Whew…it felt like this day was coming at me like a freight train, ready to run me over, but at the last minute I caught my stride and jumped for safety just in time. 2011 was a whirlwind of a year for me and now that I’ve had a few hours of clarity I can see it wasn’t as bad as I felt it was in the moment. I wait with baited breath to see what this new year will bring and can’t wait to bring all you lovely people along for the journey. I wish everyone health, happiness, and prosperity (how ever you define it).

Let’s do this!!!

Janet

Hello Beauties,

I made it through the first leg of the holiday season and am prepping for the next half as we speak (or I write and you read, but you get the point). I’ve been quite the busy bee lately and getting sick during Thanksgiving was a good time to let myself sit back and relax. I even detached my phone from my hand long enough to enjoy some of the books that have been languishing on my TBR list. Because I love you all so much I thought I’d help with you acquiring more for your reading wish lists and do reviews of the books I burned through and few that I’ve been waiting to tell you all about. They aren’t in any particular order except awesomeness;)

Billy London


Said the Demon to Little Miss Eva

Okay, this one is going way back but if I was going to do reviews I had to put it in because it’s what inspired me to do my Halloween extravaganza. I loved to be scared but not in that purely jumping out of the bushes and taking me by surprise kind of scared. No I mean the bump in the night that is under your bed kind of scared. Ms. London did such a terrific job of accomplishing this that I had to carry around my cat for protection when I went to pee in the middle of the night. What also made this a stellar horror genre story were the characters. When it all came together toward the end I wept a bit and sighed a sigh of contentment…and still checked under my bed as well.

Put Out the Zombie 

I’m having a fan girl moment if you haven’t noticed with Ms. London’s lovely little creeper stories. Like the previous story, I read this during my holy month (October) and was awed by how a Zombie could actually be sexy. In the horror genre they are my least favorite because I’ve never found them that scary. If a clean shot to the head or a good case of explosives can get the job done and get me to safety I’m not getting all that worked up. What I appreciated about this story was this wasn’t about Zombie’s as I’m familiar. Actually, I felt the “zombie” idea was seamlessly infused into a greater paranormal story line that allowed me to focus once again on the characters. Yes there is a theme here when reading a Billy London book, great characters.

Elle D. Hayes

Wynter’s Blossom

In all honesty I really struggled to pick this story up. Even the idea of a red haired character couldn’t move me past my fear of reading something that was going to have me doing my ugly cry but I persevered and did it and I couldn’t have been happier. One of the romance tropes I detest for creating a strong heroine is excessive victimization. Authors will take a female character and drop her in the dessert after being beaten by a marauding band of outlaws and than have a lightening bolt set her on fire and the whole time have the heroine saying, “Why does this keep happening to me” until she meets the hero and he makes it all better. Ugh…I want to see hardship and I want to see growth but I don’t want to have either of those housed exclusively in the heroine or hero’s character. Ms. Hayes does a great job of taking a story line that could have had me excessively despondent or excessively pissed but instead left me feeling hopeful. Which I think is the greatest gift a author can give to a reader.

Marteeka Karland

One Night Forever

I like being surprised only if it’s fun and I have to say Ms.Karland surprised me in a big way with this one. If you know Marteeka’s work you know the woman brings the sizzle, I’m actually blushing right now thinking about some of that sizzle, and while this story had the sizzle factor it also had heart. More specifically heart of a reality that many women can only experience in fantasy. I appreciated how she created a character that was not only given lemons but the entire orchard and helped her build a lemonade conglomeration. It is short, it is sweet and it does have a sexy part that made me blush (I mean it is Marteeka). It did what it needed to do and made me happy, with the way my week was going, that was all I needed.

Nevea Lane


Ronni’s Romanian

 

If I were to get one of those “Get out of jail free” cards and have one night to go buck wild with no repercussions, Nevea Lane would be the person I call up. The stories I’ve read about some of her ummm…escapades…makes me shake my head and go, “That really can’t be possible”. It’s nice to know that art of story telling crosses over when she’s also writing about fiction. This story had family strife, a strong heroine, and my favorite, a foreign Hottie McHottie. If I can picture the hero purring sexy things in my ear with an accent…done. With how crazy my schedule is I cherish fun quick reads such as these.

RW Shannon

Hells Angels

 Okay, I’m going to share something but you guys can’t laugh…stories set in Hell or with Demons freak me out. A story with vampires…pfft…or with were creatures…no problem…even zombies, monsters, or creepy crawlies…I’ve got a handle on it. Hell and Demons, I just hear my grandmother’s voice saying something like, “Little girl, you better leave that stuff alone.” I was pleasantly surprised that when I gave it a chance Ms. Shannon created a story that had the Demon/Hell element but the mythology of the story kept me in my safe zone and I could focus on the characters. I think that was most unique about it because if you are a person that wants to explore another facet of the paranormal genre but had the voice of your grandmother whispering in your ear give it a try. Oh, and did I mention there was some major hotness in it, because there are three of them, angelic hotness at that.

Nikki Winter


Sweet Allure

This is the next installment in a growing list of laugh out loud funny stories set on ranches in Texas. I like sharp wit and slightly psychotic heroines (crazy funny not just crazy) and once again this story has it. This story was a nice bridge for me into the holiday madness that is inevitable when celebrations have to be split between two families. I giggled and I ahhhed and most of all I’m really thinking Sig Other needs to get a Stetson because…well I kinda want to play cowboy and cowgirl now…smirk.

Drea Riley and Nikki Winter


Talking Dirty
I really dont’ know if this needs a review besides, this was hilarious and you should own it. I love inappropriate humor and a good inside joke. Even though this story came out of one of the best inside jokes in the BTP family I don’t think a reader that hasn’t gotten the back story will miss out. This is also one of my favorite types of stories, a thin line between love and hate, with the cross over happening because of the bam-shig-a-bow-bow. Strong heroine and sexy hero and I was in giggle mania heaven. Can’t wait to see what else the twinsies have in store for us.


   

Sigh,

I’ve done a couple of these reviews now and I’m sure you’ve all noticed that I can be quite cheeky and have a bit of an irreverent humor but this time…this time I got nothing. How do you describe someone speaking to your soul? Taking your fantasy and housing it in a reality that is so plausible that you can feel the warm sensation of bath water lapping against your skin. The touch of your lover and the rough texture of his fingertips trailing a path of fire down your spine. This isn’t about girlish sighs of wonderment or the hard powered thrusts of lust, this is the connection one has with another human being that connects the dots of love, trust, respect, and integrity into the soft lilting lyrical prose of passion.

This was a siren song that both men and women, gay or straight, cannot but stop to listen to, and enjoy the haunting melody of words that take the reader to a place they may find familiar or eager to discover. I am speechless and moved by the simplistic beauty of your work Mr. Essex, and I thank you. You spoke to my soul indeed…okay and some other parts too, for which Sig Other will be internally grateful.

*Looking around*
What? I held it together for a really long time. I mean clearly, with a title like Coming Home and Mr. Essex’s mastery of words, you should be grateful I was this adult in my review…*wink*

https://beautifultroublepublishing.com/xcart/Coming-Home-EBOOK.html