Whoop!!!!! Hunting for Possibilities Published

Greetings lovely ones!

My first paranormal erotic short story has been published by Ravenous Romance!

Always hunting for her next fix, Ti spends her life feeding off the sexual energy of humanity, and nothing gives her a better fix than sex. Although she's sampled many different types of men, one type has always eluded her - the one who would be able to stay. While out hunting one night, her world is turned upside down when a sexy stranger provides her the feast of her life and the possibility of something more...

Escape to a world of danger and pleasure with Emma Greer's sizzling tale of succubus love and lust!

You can find the story here
 
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The Myth of Great Virgin Sex

Okay – nough now!

As I’ve done research on moving my erotica writing into the universe of romantic erotic writing there are a few themes that make me want to commit seppuku. The one that is driving me insane at the moment is the virgin who has great sex.

On what planet?

Who, really, has great mind-blowing sex the first time out of the gates? No fumbling, no discomfort, or suddenly wondering what all the fuss is about? Oh yes…. And they have orgasms. Not one but many…

How I would like to have lived in that world.

My mother gave me the best advice “Find someone fun for your first time.” She told me that sex was funny, silly, and just a bit ludicrous at times. Taking it too seriously was a death sentence. Have fun!

My first sex was all those things. Very ludicrous, with silly moments (like me at 5 nothing and him at 6 foot 4 in a single bed), and it was funny. At least we thought it was funny that things didn’t work and it took us awhile to get everything right.

I treasure those memories.

More than some of the great sex that came after. There is something fun about discovering your own body, figuring out what makes it tick, and I wouldn’t give up the fumbling for all the great sex in the world.

Good stories are often built more on what goes wrong than right.

So, dear Muses please make them let the cliché of great virgin sex go!!!

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Ex – Experiments

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Aren’t those just nine of the worst words in the English language? Sigh!

Let me state for the record that I’m not good at being friends with ex-lovers. It takes a lot of work and sometimes it simply isn’t possible.

I also like to separate my romantic life from my work life.

Okay – you can start laughing now. I know, I know, I write about sex, talk about sex, and sex is my job. But, grow up, just because I talk about sex with you doesn’t mean I want to have sex with you.

If I want to have sex with you… trust me you’d know.

But back to my story.

Last year a friend and I had a long discussion about whether we could be friends with our ex-lovers. Neither of us have a history of this and the few women we knew who did this tended to beat themselves up when the ex became someone else’s lover. I’ve never really thought about the fact that I just end things and move on.

So the question became, was there value in reconnecting with an ex?

(Sorry that sounds so Sex in the City…. Forgive me)

A few days later, curled up with a cocktail and my cell phone I decided to give it a try. I sent a text to several ex’s and waited to see what happened. There were a whopping three that I had kept phone numbers for so not exactly a huge sample size. Like I mentioned I tend not to keep in touch. 

• One had a happy ending – I got the apology and the closure that I never got before. Oh, how good that would have felt four years ago.
• One had a yo-yo ending – it went something like this: Let’s be friend, I can’t be friends, Let’s be friends, I can’t be friends…
• One created an interlude – we reconnected for awhile

On the whole, not a bad experiment, but then I left out the crazies, the stalkers, and the pathetic-sex-guys. Except my yo-yo. Him I’m having issues with… but apparently this is my fault.

Sigh!

I opened a door and assumptions were made about why I opened it. The fact that it was just an experiment was known only to me. Men are really simple creatures… at least most of them…. Or so I’m told.

So, here is me closing the door… and moving on.

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Sex and the Single Vampire

Sigh…

I’ve spent the better part of the last month reading all the paranormal and urban fantasy I can get my hands on. Which is a lot. And I have to say… wow!

Some of it is soooo ummy.

However, you will hear nothing but dislike for shiny sparkly vampires – so don’t get me started. I also wonder at the lack of depth of the sex scenes in the first Sookie books – but then I have very high standards. For sex – and for stories of things that go bump in the night.

I have a dirty little secret.

I love horror flicks. And ghost stories. Early Stephen King. And M. R. James.

When I was younger, I broke my collarbone and ended up in a brace all summer. No swimming, no camp, no nothing for the gimp girl. So I did what any self respecting future writer does – I read.

…and read, and read.

Everything there was in the library that was about things that go bump in the night. Eventually this lead to many sleepless nights as I imagined all sorts of things in my room and beyond. Oh, but it was worth it.

Somehow sex and horror mix well.

But I was talking about sex and vampires… and yes, I did finally find a book that met my criteria.

1) not about teenagers
2) good sex scenes and
3) fun, exciting, engaging plot.

Also the main character Cat doesn’t act like a pushover, neurotic, wimp. She has her moments and I do feel in the third and fourth book there is too much reliance on her mental foibles for plot movement – but I forgive Jeaniene Frost because in the end I never felt cheated or disappointed.

Oh, and then there is Bones.

So if you are looking for something with sex, knives, and non-sparkly vampires give –





























And yes, I put them in order left to right!!!

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Changing Direction

Gentile Readers – I’ve been away.

I know shame on me. But, before you start throwing nipple clamps at me, it was for a good cause.

I started my first novel.

After all… what is a girl to do once she’s written a short stories and novellas? Isn’t a novel the next frontier?

With the last novella that I wrote my focus shifted. It became more about the story, the adventure, than about the sex. This is a big deal because I’ve always self identified as an erotica writer.

I think I may be becoming something else.

Don’t get me wrong – I love the sex. Thinking. Imagining. Writing. It is just that I found myself drawn to the fight and flight scenes, the moments between, and developing the characters on the sidelines that move the plot forward.

Anyway – so I’m moving into the realm of what is known as Paranormal Erotica and Urban Fantasy. Trust me – there will still be sex. My friend JC is very worried that there won’t be enough sex but I promised him there would be. But it will walk hand in hand with the plot rather than moving it forward on its own.

So forgive me my absence – a novel is a very serious undertaking – and if you can find it in your heart forgive me my desertion.

As always….

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