It's A Natural Talent

I think I'm wrapping up the month for the Cabal on the topic of what we would do if we weren't writers. Which is just an absurd topic. (Sorry Sasha) But I couldn't imagine not being a writer. I seriously remember being young...seven or so and writing a story for class. It was better than anything I'd previously read. In my own mind.

So to come up with jobs on par with my life as a writer? Pshaw!

Okay, y'all know I'm full of it right? Because I'm not a full-time writer. I wish I was. I can see myself now riding young bulls around the world in the name of research. Everything I did would be in the name of research.

Danica in Jamaica stuffing money into some sexy man's G-string and doing a little feel around. "What? I just wanted to see how much they can fit in there!"

Danica in England sweet talking a Brit out of his pants. "What? I wanted to find out if it was true that British men don't come, they arrive."

You get the idea.

But as a writer, I can expand my imagination to see life without putting words to paper. *thinks hard*

I'd totally be a talent scout. Not singing or acting, but erotic dancing. I'd have a lovely chair with my name in big, shiny letters, a cabana boy with muscles and very little clothing kneeling next to me feeding me chocolate while another massages my feet. Then, in front of me, man after man with muscles and beautiful smiles and sexy moves do a little show. Like this gorgeous man who happens to be a real dancer. Oh Chase...

And they would dance their little hearts out just for me in the hopes of making it to Danica's Dangling Dongs All Male Revue...

Sorry, I'm laughing at myself so hard I can't continue. Oh it would be a marvelous thing if I could pick my own job. Truth is, if I wasn't writing, I'd be a regular person who works five days a week, spends their weekends trying to catch up on sleep and reading as much as possible. That wouldn't change at all.

But life would be a lot more boring without my writing and my writing friends and all the hard, difficult, steamy research I'd have to do for my books.

Did You Say Dessert Isle?

Because that sounds awesome.

I'm not much of a water person, so I don't really see myself ever ending up near a deserted island. Sure, sure, I live in Bayou Country which means I kind of live on an island already, but I have modern conveniences here and I'm not giving them up without a fight.

But I'm a writer, I can make this shit up as I go along, right? Right. *cracks her knuckles*

Five things I'd take with me on a deserted island...My first question is, do I have a lot of money before I go? Like, can I buy whatever I need before I go? 'Cause that would change my answers. No? Okay fine!

1. A really long extension cord. Because there is no way in hell I'm going to be stuck out there without being able to charge up my Kindle or my laptop. The laptop is so I can write about my adventures on the island. Sure, I probably won't have internet service, but there has to be 3G somewhere around, right? Or satellites pointing in my direction. I can order books...and maybe send out a message now and then "Yo, send cookies" (can you tell I'm dieting?) and...if I had access, I could ask for help coudn't I? I'm so smart!

2. Which brings into mind my second most coveted item. With my super-savvy S.O.S, the U.S. Navy will catch my signal and dispatch a team of highly trained, highly sexy Navy S.E.A.L.S. to rescue me. They'll arrive with all of their survival gear, chocolate and solar powered equipment and then their boat will tragically sink never to be seen again. And then I'm left on the island with this:

3. Once my harem uh, heh, my rescuers are stuck, it's just a matter of time before they get to work preparing my our home. Nothing too grand, mind you. Just a little shelter to keep us out of the weather, to shield us from the sun...and worthy of my magnificence. Oh, and so they have plenty of room to spread out.

4. I don't think I'd need anything else after that. I don't want to seem greedy you know? The other deserted people would probably kick me out of the club for having excessive good fortune or something. All I'd really need is an endless supply of food and this and I'd be set for life:

And speaking of excessive good fortune, I had a book release this week. Dean's List, my EC for Men Quickie, is now out with Ellora's Cave. Check it out for more fantasies. Of a completely different kind.

A quick romp in his home office with his family upstairs. A roadside quickie in his car after picking up a stranded motorist. A dominating woman who uses and abuses him in the most delicious of ways. These are just a few things that make Dean McKnight the luckiest man alive. Top it off with a successful career, a wonderful family and a hot, adventurous wife, and Dean couldn’t be happier.

With the option of having a different beauty every night of the week, Dean’s list is packed with women who fulfill all his darkest fantasies. He just never knows which one will show up next.

An EC for Men contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave

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Five things I'd want on a desert island...

So I'm stranded on a desert island. Let's say the island is large enough to provide a little shelter under the trees and enough food that's not poisonous (and I know the difference) to at least sustain me. Hey, this is my blog and I'm making up the rules around here...

With the essentials taken care of, I can concentrate on things that will make my life easier until I'm rescued.

1. Hot man who also happens to be strong and agile - he can be a huge help for finding food and fighting off beastly creatures. When he's done with that he can provide...other services.
2. Generator and a source of gas on the island- I've got to have somewhere to recharge my Kindle, right?
3. Kindle loaded with five thousand books- I figure those will take me a while to get through.
4. Unlimited supply of sunscreen- I am a pale little thing, unfortunately, and burn within about ten minutes of being out in the sun.
5. Spring/lake with fresh water- it can serve so many purposes...bathing, cooking, drinking, frolicking...

Yep, those are my five. What do you think?

My first male/male romance just released from Loose Id last week. It's called See the Light. Here's the blurb and an excerpt:


Hockey player Jason Monroe lives a double life—star defenseman and soon-to-be Olympian on the ice and closeted gay man outside the rink. A serious relationship is out of the question, and Jason makes do with anonymous sex in barroom bathrooms, not willing to take the chance on coming out as gay in a decidedly macho sport.

Advisor to the US Olympic hockey team Patrick Parker knows a thing or two about being a professional hockey player who’s not out.  He’s fifteen years older than Jason, and when he senses the sexy younger man is interested, he knows he shouldn’t give in to the attraction. The two men can’t keep their hands off each other, though, and with each heated encounter it gets harder to hide their relationship. Then their world blows up around them, forcing them into the limelight. Will their love survive or be put on ice?


EXCERPT


Jason stared at the other man, the lust burning him where he stood. He moved even closer, like a moth to a flame.
What the fuck am I doing?
Apparently Patrick didn’t know either, because his expression became alarmed. “What?”
I can’t stop.
“I need to do this.”
Not giving Patrick a chance to react to his words, Jason grabbed him, one hand palming the back of Patrick’s head as Jason’s other arm snaked around the man’s waist, pulling him into Patrick’s rock-hard body. It was obvious the man kept in shape, despite his playing days being over, and a tortured moan escaped before he could stop it. Jason dived into Patrick’s mouth as the passion flared, melting him from the inside out. He hadn’t kissed a man in years, and he realized how much he’d missed it as the kiss went on and on, neither man willing to let the other go.
He could feel Patrick’s cock as it lined up with his, and even through layers of clothing Jason felt the heat pouring off the other man. It made him want to submit to anything Patrick desired, which confused him. Honestly Jason couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a man’s dick in his mouth, but right now he’d give just about anything to suck Patrick off.
Patrick pushed them backward until they crashed into the wall, never letting their lips separate as he took control of the kiss. With a growl,  the older man reached down and cupped Jason’s ass, pulling their cocks even closer and rubbing them together. Jason turned his head to the side with a gasp to break the kiss before he passed out, but Patrick kept at him, scoring his teeth down Jason’s neck to his pulse point.
“So fucking hot.”

Copyright 2013, Cassandra Carr

See the Light is available at Loose Id, Amazon, and ARe. B&N and other third-party retailers should have it soon.

For more info about me or my books, check out my website at http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com.

-- Cassandra

Cajun Spice Is Nice

Sometimes. Okay, I'm hardly ever "nice". I much prefer being naughty. And why wouldn't I when there are beautiful men to ogle and pretend you're going to lick but then fake it out and ask them for an interview. I didn't do that, by the way. It was all a conference-induced hallucination. I would never lick a complete stranger. No mater how muscular and half-naked they are with their dimples and jeans barely clinging to their butts...


I'm sorry, I got a little sidetracked there. Uh...I didn't try to lick Taylor Cole. It was actually Nick Sota I didn't try to lick, but that isn't the point.

Right. Introducing me. Who is me? Me...I mean, I am a multi-published author with books available through Siren Publishing, Evernight Publishing and Ellora's Cave. It's funny how quickly I transformed from a budding, blushing romance author to raunchy erotic romance writer. Well, maybe not completely raunchy. That didn't happen until I came into contact with the other Cabal members. They sort of influenced my inner raunchy...person. But in six months, I went from blushing while writing sex scenes to writing spoofs of sex scenes. I think Crystal Meth has that kind of reaction time. I don't know for certain, but I'm almost positive the Cabal might be bad for my health.

Okay, fine! I'm a dirty woman! It isn't easy being this naughty, you know. But one day, when I'm a little old lady with a handsome, muscular orderly sitting on her lap, I'll be the one all the young girls envy and want to be like. Why? Because this much awesome doesn't go away over time. It only increases.

Not really.

The truth is, I'm a good bullshitter. I can tell the most absurd statements with a straight face. (Ask those who were present during the sex position readings at RomantiCon 2012.) I like to laugh and have a good time. Drama and I are not friends, unless I'm purposely mocking my teenage relatives. I've lived in south Louisiana all my life and couldn't imagine living anywhere else despite the oppressive heat, the mosquitoes, the hurricanes and the abundant wildlife that can eat you (that's why I don't venture into the swamps alone...I want a 50/50 chance of survival). I love to read, I love to write, I adore ogling mostly naked men. Did I say that already? Damn. Did I mention I've also managed to interview some hotties? Not the street team hotties, either, but this kind of hottie:

Yum.

*looks around* Is this post almost finished? Can I stop yet?

Other than the upcoming Fondled and Gobbled: Someone Had To Do It where I write about bad sex and massive vibrators which comes out February 6, I have an upcoming release with Ellora's Cave for their EC for Men line. The working title is Dean's List and it's h.o.t. Yowsa! Unfortunately I don't have an official cover or blurb or anything yet since it was just accepted last week, but as soon as those details are available, I'll share them with y'all. Because I expect some serious pimping.

*sings Big Pimpin'*

I have lots of other books as well if you want to check them out. Head over to my author's page for more deets. In the meantime, welcome to the Orgy of Insanity, folks!

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