Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Why being a Hairdresser makes me a better Writer

Usually, I prefer to blog as my characters, they are so much more interesting than I am. I am a just aregular person with a regular house in a regular little town. Though I do have a killer garden and I know how to party…not that that either are interesting or difficult. Just add dirt and whiskey and the rest comes naturally.J
Anywho… I have had a handful of odd jobs in my day. A painter, a waitress, worked in a fudge shop, a banquet hall, tutored. Went to college for marketing and dental hygiene. No degree in either. During all of this I have dabbled in writing, my first love, though I never thought I would get a book published let alone SIXTEEN. (((happy dance)))
For the last 20 years I have been paying my bills by being a hairdresser. Not too prestigious but, hey, when I go to work I hang out with friends, have fun every day, and it pays pretty darn good, too! J
The stories I hear would curl your hair…pun intended.
So what does any of that have to do with writing?
Everything and nothing. You have heard the phrase ‘Truth is Stranger than Fiction,’ right? Well, I am about to prove that once again.
The following stories I will swear on a stack of bibles to be TRUE in every detail. While they did not all happen to me, they DID all happen in the salons where I have worked. So sit back and enjoy a taste of Deanna’s own personal source of writing material ….

1.  Never get drunk at work and decide to wax your boyfriend’s hairy ass after hours. You might pass out in the treatment room and the receptionist WILL find the two of you the next morning, your boyfriend’s pants around his knees with the muslin and wax still stuck to one of his butt-cheeks (not me FYI. They went home by the time I got in, darn it!)
2. Want your hair dyed back to your natural color? Bring in a baggie full of your pubes. It’s ever so helpful to your colorist. I guess those color charts we have are just for looks (the girl sitting next to me…I saw the baggie!)
3. If you whack a client on the top of the shoulder with a paddle brush, even playfully, you can break their collar bone (no that was not me either)
4.  There are women clever enough to create a sex menu for their man. If he wants it more than twice a week,he has to buy it off the menu ---each item priced according to how much effort you’re expected to put out. Very clever. Beware: If you tell me anal is eight hundred dollarsI WILL remember six months later when you brag, “The most I ever made was 800 bucks.”
5.        Creepy Frank Sinatra impersonators like to have long pointed acrylic nails on their thumb, index and middle finger so they can pluck guitar strings. Yeah right, sicko! (andyes, I did them anyway. A girl’s gotta make a living)
6.       Strippers pay in ones (my client, eeew!)
7.        Do not party with another hairdresser’s husband because if you sleep with them that hairdresser will come into the shop and beat the ever lovin’ shit out of you and I will have to call the cops
8.       Make sure your precious daughter sits still when she gets a haircut because one loon I worked with chopped off a little girl’s pony tail
9.     If you tell the icky customer you don’t have a lint roller to clean off his back and his ass after a haircut…look out he will bring one with him next time (my client again)
10.    DO NOT tick off a fellow hairdresser because she might put a drop of black dye into your platinum blond haircolor without you looking. When you then dye your hair on your lunch break, your hair will turn green. Those girls are so evil they will even help you call the Miss Clairol hotline to find out why it happened (I was the one who said evil person told all about it. She quit the next day)
11.     If an old man has the hots for the receptionist she should NEVER listen to him when he says the tanning bed is broken because when she goes back to check it out he will be butt-ass naked  (he, he, he, I told her not to go back there!)
12.    And finally….drum roll please…. Some men can carry on a full conversation with their hairdresser while they are jerking off under the cape. Good God, don’t touch that! I don’t think it’s hair gel! (I thought it was gel, too…..thank God I didn’t touch it!)

Oh snap!!!
If I’m lying, I’m dying! I feel like I need Paul Schaffer’s band from David Letterman to give me a ‘ba-dum-bump!’
So in conclusion, with all of this kind of crazy ruckus happening on a regular basis where I work…some of the stories I couldn’t even print… now you know why my writing has a touch of the bizarre. With this sort of fodder sometimes I wonder why I’m not on the New Your Times Bestseller List!


Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.

Buy Deanna’s books at Decadent Publishing or at any reputable eBook seller 

Friday, September 26, 2014

Book Birthdays, Story Ideas and a Giveaway!

by Jessica E. Subject

This month, I’m celebrating three book birthdays, the third being this coming Sunday for Crash Landing, a sci-fi ménage erotica story that is part of Decadent’s The Edge line.
Now, some stories take me some time to come up with. I see a scene or hear a conversation in my head, and over time, I develop a story from there. With some lines, I’m given an idea, and I have to develop a story from there. Sometimes these can be very difficult for me. I usually end up getting stuck in a plot hole. But, Crash Landing started much the same way as my first published erotica story, The Power of Three, through an email conversation. I was finishing up edits on Satin Sheets in Space, and my editor for that story, Kate Richards, and I were joking around about the blue aliens in many of my stories.
The conversation started like this:

Kate: ...I was giggling thinking about your blue heroes.  You can make even blue dudes sexy. :) 
Me: What do you mean? Blue dudes ARE sexy. LOL
Kate: You know I hear indigo is an especially hot color for outer space guys...not turquoise, NOOOO
Me: …yes, indigo is for space aliens. Turquoise is for underwater hunks. Oohh, new story idea. LOL
Kate (after a bunch of other emails that day): Can you submit the ms by dinnertime? Oops, it is dinnertime, ok you can write the next one by the morning
Me: What ms??
Kate: The indigo space guy,,,or the turquoise underwater guy!
Me: Oh, that ms. Well, it's going to have to go onto my list.
Kate: OMG, can you see the indigo space guy and the turquoise water guy doing the deed? Are the plot bunnies hopping?
Me: Yep, yep, yep... LOL
And so Crash Landing was born.

What about you? Do you like blue dudes? What color would you prefer a sexy extraterrestrial being to be? Leave your answer in a comment below WITH YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS for your chance to WIN an ebook of Crash Landing! Must be 18 or older to enter.

Crash Landing
A story from The Edge
By Jessica E. Subject
Sci-Fi MMF Ménage Erotica
ISBN: 978-1613333884
As his ship plummets toward Earth, Cael believes his life to be over. His last ditch effort to save himself ends in a fiery crash. When he wakes up, he believes he’s entered the afterlife, but his surroundings indicate otherwise. He made it to Earth. But who saved him, and what do they want with him?

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Cael gripped the cushioned arms of the captain’s chair as his ship tumbled bow over stern. The console flashed a blinding red in front of him. Piercing alarms drilled into his mind and he lost focus. The seconds raced by as he plummeted toward Earth. He’d fucked up this mission of peace. Contact with his home planet had ended months ago. No one from Narien could save him now. His death was imminent.
The water below wouldn’t soften his landing. At its current speed, his ship would disintegrate on splashdown. The planet’s gravity pulled him down faster.
He coughed; the acrid scent of fried electronics stung his nose and the back of his throat. Please let my death be quick.
A rattling to the left caught his attention above all other noise. The handle on the cabin door shook. Freedom. It wasn’t his time to die, if he could get out.
The altimeter on the dashboard read six thousand meters, high enough to jump and land safely with his chute. Only to land in frigid water and die of exhaustion or hypothermia from treading without any hope of a rescue.
“Shit.” But he’d die if he stayed. He had to take the chance. Yanking off his safety harness, he pulled himself to standing and strained to reach the recess where his pack hung. Stretching up, he fingered the cloth strap. Not close enough to grab hold of it.
The ship jolted and flung him to the stern. He weaved his arm through the straps of the pack on his way past, dislodging it from the hook. Yes.
His triumph was short-lived as he flew starboard, smashing his shoulder against the wall. He groaned when an electrifying spasm shot down his arm to the tips of his fingers. The ship lurched again, and he tumbled back toward the console. He grabbed the door, his feet dangling in mid air. If he didn’t get out now, he’d forfeit any chance to survive.
The ship righted again. He planted his feet against the bottom of the door and twisted the crank. The latch snapped open, filling him with a sense of hope. Careful to keep at least one hand on the handle at all times, he slung the pack over his shoulders.
All set. Time to jump. Pushing off the floor, he slammed his uninjured shoulder against the door. It blew open and tore away from its hinges, lost to the sky.
Cael teetered on the edge before plunging out of his failing ship. Wind whipped all around him as he twisted to catch his bearing during freefall.
Glancing down, he spied crystal blue lake, much closer than he’d expected. Too close.
He jerked the cord on his chute–several hundred feet lower than he should have. At least. His feet skimmed the cold waves just as his chute caught the current and heaved him back into the air.
The ship splashed into the water beside him, disintegrating into millions of pieces. He raised his hands in front of his face as shrapnel flew at him. Tiny shards sliced into his arms and legs, but the extreme heat from the cloud of steam billowing up at him stung the most.
From the moment his toes touched down in the once frigid water, his skin sizzled. He screamed in agony. His death would have been quicker and less agonizing if he’d remained in the ship.
A hard piece of his spacecraft smashed down on his head, and he welcomed the darkness.

Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous. 
When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Return to the Ramrod Club – A 1Night Stand Story...Continued?

   I’m debating going back and revisiting my friends from the Ramrod Club. Remember them, Trace and Jeremy? Well there is plenty going on at the club. Should I go back? No? I’d love some input. There’s so much possibility at the club. Other couples, the bouncers, the bartenders...I could go on. If you’d love to see another Ramrod Club 1Night Stand, then let me know!
   Here’s a little bit about Everything He Wants, my first Ramrod Club 1Night Stand story:

Everything He Wants 
by Megan Slayer

   Trace has almost everything he wants—a great job and a well-ordered life, but he’s ready for more—the right guy to share it with. A chance meeting after a hockey game with the man of his dreams spurs him on to turn to the one source he knows will help him out—Madame Eve’s 1Night Stand service.
   Jeremy can’t forget the difficult childhood and subsequent bad decisions he made while trying to forget it. He wants the gorgeous air traffic controller, but he’s afraid his past will get in the way like it always does. If all Madame Eve can give them is one night…he’ll take it.
   With Eve’s help, can the men forge the relationship they both want, or will they crash and burn?

And now for an excerpt!
©Megan Slayer 2013

Jeremy sat in the back seat of the cab and swayed forward as it came to a quick stop opposite Club Ramrod. What a crazy name for a club. Then again, what a crazy place to meet his date. He checked the messages on his phone one more time. Sure enough, the same email from Madame Eve popped up.
Your date awaits you at Club Ramrod, located next to the Mason Players Club Hotel. Look for yellow by the bar and you will find your heart’s delight. Tell the bouncer Eve sent you.
He sighed and paid the driver with a shaky hand. His mind wouldn’t stop racing. What the hell did I get myself into? Sure, the club scene worked for him, but he hated the grind. Hated the clawing bodies and hangers-on. Crossing the street, he took his place in line. Maybe no one would recognize him. Finally reaching the club entrance, he dropped Madame Eve’s name to the bouncer.
The hulking man nodded and shuffled him to the bar. “Don’t cause a fight.”
Don’t cause a fight? Did he look like the type to cause trouble? Well, I did change my hair from green to blue tips. Jeremy snorted. Whatever. He scanned the crowd in the massive black and white bar. Men talked and laughed, some cuddled each other or sat on each other’s laps. At the far end, he spotted a flash of yellow. His heart pounded faster and his mouth went bone-dry.
“No way,” he murmured, nibbling on his lip piercing.
Trace Robeson, the man who featured in every one of his naughty fantasies, clutched a beer and hooked his thumb in his jeans front pocket. The man oozed classy sex. A faded T-shirt cradled his body like a second skin, giving teasing glimpses at the chiseled flesh underneath. His ripped jeans cupped and outlined his package and showed off his natural tan to a T.
Jeremy wobbled on his feet and thanked the gods, or Madame Eve, or whoever, for granting him his wish, and strode across the club. Making eye contact with Trace, he grinned.
“Hey, man. Good seeing you here.” Trace offered his hand.
“Yeah. It’s nice to see a friendly face.” Jeremy gestured the bartender for a beer. “I’m here to meet my destiny.”
“Are you....” Trace didn’t finish.
“Your date?” Jeremy replied. “I’m looking for a man in yellow. Don’t see too many others rocking that color, so….” Christ, he sounded so lame.
“I was told my date would find me.” Trace matched his smile. “Want to dance?”


And here’s a little bit more about me!
When she's not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don't seem to mind.
When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best. The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite--on command.
She also masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk and is published through many places including Decadent Publishing.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

For the Love of Geese

Throughout the course of history, romantic couples have captivated the hearts and minds of readers, watchers and listeners. I was anxious to see how Dylan and Becca stand up to these pop culture icons, historical figures and legends. Let’s break it down…

ROMEO & JULIET – This self-proclaimed murderer and his girl, who still had a nurse in her teen years, couldn’t think of a way other than a suicide pact to outsmart their folks enough to be together? What kind of self respecting teenagers were they??? Point: Becca and Dylan

MONICA & CHANDLER—Wise cracking Chandler and neat freak Monica were never lucky enough to experience the wonder of a hair salon disguised as a giant Venus flytrap, even in NYC. POINT: Becca and Dylan

JACK & ROSE – Rose wouldn’t even let Jack onto her floating door. Hence, he died. Such selfishness shalt not be rewarded with point. POINT: Becca and Dylan

HENRY VIII & ANNE BOLYN – He chopped her head off. Enough Said. POINT: Becca and Dylan

RHETT & SCARLET – Frankly, my dear, he didn’t give a damn. POINT: Becca and Dylan

ROSS & RACHEL – Went on a break and took nine years, 2 marriages (one to each other) and a baby to find their Happily Ever After. They could have saved a lot of time. POINT: Becca and Dylan

TARZAN & JANE – Oh, come on. He lived in a tree, used vines for transportation and his best friend was a cheetah he talked to. He should have been wearing a straight jacket with his loin cloth. POINT: Becca and Dylan

BILL & HILLARY – 2 politicians + 1 intern = a box of Cuban cigars. You do the math. POINT: Becca and Dylan

BABY & JONNY – She didn’t do the lift. POINT: Becca and Dylan

JOANIE & CHACHI – His name was Chachi for goodness sake and her hair style stayed the same for ten season. POINT: Becca and Dylan

LANCELOT & GUINEVERE – Split the round table in half and brought down Arthur’s Camelot. POINT: Becca and Dylan

ELIZABETH BENNETT & DARCY – She just wasn’t good enough until he changed her. POINT: Becca and Dylan

QUEEN VICTORIA & PRINCE ALBERT – FIRST cousins.Really??? POINT: Becca and Dylan

ELIZABETH OF YORK & EDWARD IV – Their fairy tale would be called the Wicked and Womanizer and ended in the death of a king followed by the disappearance of his sons, one of whom was the crown prince of England, in the tower where they were placed for their protection. Not seeing the HEA here. POINT: Becca and Dylan
JOHN & YOKO – Their idea of devotion brought a sharp halt to the rise to power of the FAB FOUR. Her fault the Beatles are no more. POINT: Becca and Dylan
BONNIE & CLYDE – American Baddy Bank Robbers… shotguns, machine guns and death. POINT: Becca and Dylan

LIZ & RICHARD – On/Off.On/Off. Come on people. Get it together. POINT: Becca and Dylan

NAPOLEON & JOSEPHINE – He only married this cougar for her money to finance his craziness. POINT: Becca and Dylan

And finally…
MORK & MINDY – While we all love the sparkling wit and magical comedic powers of Robin Williams… Mork arrived in an egg, took 3 years to fall in love and hatched Jonathon Winters. But he traveled across a galaxy  and he was played by Robin Williams so… POINT: The other guys.

With a quick Tally of the score…

Becca and Dylan – 18
The Other Guys – 1 (Thank Mork)

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