A Blooming Release #FWJB

TODAY WE CELEBRATE THE RELEASE OF “FROM WHENCE JASMINE BLOOMS” BY C. DESERT ROSE.

BLURB:

The Garden of Life does not thrive by concept alone—it takes the right ingredients to fertilize it, so it can rise to its fullest potential.
In order to bloom into her fullest life, Jasmine first needs to learn the components of living a fulfilling life. The seven core elements of becoming are divulged to Jasmine in a fashion she would have never conceived.
In the coming of age novelette “From Whence Jasmine Blooms”, Jasmine will embark on a journey into magic, mystery, and most of all, knowledge.

EXCERPT:

Julian had a large smile on his face, his eyes beamed with pride. “I hear that you did well in your last lesson …”
“I literally just walked out, so how did you hear that?”
“News travels fast here.”
“Yeah, I can see that. At any rate, thanks.” Jasmine smiled. Picking out her crumpled schedule from her backpack she looked to see what the next lesson was. Furthermore, it was an unexpected but gratifying thing to notice that she only had three lessons left.
Strolling down the hall to the next class Jasmine fully expected another ginormous door with another shiny sign. Ready for the next lesson she trolleyed down the walkway with a mellow swagger that she hadn’t previously had.
Shortly thereafter she and Julian had reached their destination. Only, something was incredibly amiss and suspect. Jasmine quickly found that there was no door or sign here. What there was, was an opening which led to a diving board that was approximately one hundred feet above a small tub of water. Above the opening a glowing red arrow was directly under the word JUMP.
Jasmine’s eye nearly popped out of her head. “I am not jumping!”
“Oh?” Julian asked in faux shock. “Why not?”
“Nope! No. No, no, no, no, no! I can’t even swim! I am not jumping!”
“Hmm … do you need a push?” Julian scratched his chin.
“Absolutely not! Julian, this is not happening. Period.”
“Alright,” Julian said then turned his back to walk away. Before leaving, however, he said one last thing. “Unfortunately, you cannot graduate unless you complete this course. To complete this course you have to jump.”
Jasmine conjured up myriad cuss words in her head. None of which were nice.
She paced, then stopped, then paced again. This went on for five or so minutes. Jasmine struggled with the having to and the wanting to. She couldn’t tell which one would win. Every so often Jasmine would glance up at the sign.
JUMP … JUMP … JUMP … blink, blink, blink.
Damn it! This is ridiculous!
Jasmine scratched her head, took two deep breaths then taking five steps back and a running start she dove off the board. Jasmine held her breath the whole way down. The only thought in her mind was that she better not die. One-one thousand, two-one thousand and plop.
Both in paperback and eBook format you can get your copy of “From Whence Jasmine Blooms” at Amazon.com. Just click below.

FWJB #HowAStoryGrows

Yo what’s poppin’! The SASS here, peeking my head out of my cave to host the one I call Rosie: C. Desert Rose.

She has a new work coming out, entitled From Whence Jasmine Blooms. I did want to interrogate … I mean, ask questions … of the cover, but Rose, never one to be traditional, decide to tell the back story. Who doesn’t love a good origins story?

While she’s doing that, I’m going to work on my recipe for chocolate fang cookies.

Rose, you’ve been here before. You know what to do.

One day I woke up with an image stuck in my head—I couldn’t shake it. The picture was vivid and it felt profound to me, as if it were tied to something that was on the cusp of being realized.

Some may call it a vision or revelation. Honestly, I’d be pushing the envelope too far if I said that it was divinely inspired, for I can’t say that with certainty. But one thing I can say with absoluteness is that I saw this depiction in my mind’s eye as clear as day.

That day I met with my publisher and her representatives and talked a little bit about this image I’d had stuck in my psyche. Immediately the graphic designer put pen to paper and perfectly duplicated the picture I’d seen. It was a flower laying atop a dark surface, but in the background was a transparent, hardly noticeable hourglass.

“Rose, what’s it for?” she asked.

“I have no idea.” I replied sincerely.

The VP interjected. “It’s for a story, obviously.”

“What story? I don’t have anything I am working, nothing outlines. Nothing.”

“You will.” she retorted assuredly.

“Um, okay. I guess.” saving the image I set all these thoughts side and continued on other things that I’d been working on.

 

Then I had a dream.

The night had fallen and in their quiet neighborhood crickets sang their evening tune. The wetness left behind from the night’s prior rain fogged the windows slightly.

A pink pegasus with a unicorn horn and a rainbow mane picked her up at the sliding glass door located in the dining room. I already knew why she was there.

After a furious fight with my father at that very moment my brother helped calm me whilst sitting at the dining room table. With the corner of my eye I caught sight of the luminescence that alerted me of the pegasus’ presence.

When I stepped outside I realized that I was not alone.

“Do you see this?” I asked my brother.

“Yeah.” he responded, simultaneously flabbergasted and stupefied.

“So this isn’t in my head …?”

“Nope.”

The pegasus neighed impatiently. A whimsical woman seated on the pegasus’ back extended her hand towards me. “Come. We’ve got no time to waste. You have a long night ahead of you.”

In that instance, from an indiscernible distance down glid another pegasus—this one with yellow fur—with two girls on her back.

In a state of disbelief I grabbed the angelic lady’s hand and mounted the creature.

“Come now ladies, prepare yourself for the flight. It may be a bit turbulent.”

The girls on the second pegasus murmured amongst each other, chattering about the adventure that awaited them all. I said nothing.

With a nod of the head, the pegasus beat her front hooves, took a few leaps forward and just as simply ascended into the air.

Closely behind was the yellow pegasus.

Unmoved, and as if these things were an everyday occurrence, the magical lady spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “Hold on tight!”

I gripped the lady’s waste as hard as I could.

The lady spoke again. “My name is Amelia-Aurora. I was sent to get you. In approximately 50,000 feet you will feel a shift in your vision. You will no longer perceive things as a human. You will instantly obtain angelic vision and see things as we do.”

“So …” I gulped. “you are an angel?”

“Of course. What else would I be?”

I nodded. A second later, my vision went blurry, static and then refocused. Then the whole of the world was now painted in a hue that resembled night vision goggles.

“At this point your vision should have changed.”

The girls on the second pegasus confirmed. I nodded again. “Ehem … yeah.”

“One thousand more feet and we’ll traverse The Wall.”

“‘The Wall’?” Asked one of the girls.

“Yes, the clouds.” Just as promised, in a matter of seconds we were floating amongst the clouds. Skillfully, Amelia-Aurora navigated the beast. We traversed The Wall and made it to the Heavenly Gates.

That’s when I woke up.

After several days of discussion with my fellow authors and under the impression that the story could be a contribution to an anthology I began to write it. In the story I supplemented myself for a character called Jasmine and as if by pure instinct the rest of the narrative just came to me. I wrote the entire story in the matter of a week.

A few days later the All Authors VP read a portion of the story and said, “There it is. The story that goes with the cover.”

She was right.

That was when “From When Jasmine Blooms” was born—a coming of age story of a girl on a time sensitive adventure to discover her purpose in the world.

 

Amoresels Book Release #SteamyShyt

Today we celebrate the release of a new anthology by author Synful Desire.

What is “Amoresels”?

“Amore”, Italian for love.
“Morsels”, a yummy tidbit.

“Amoresels” is a short story anthology that takes the reader on a trip to all sorts of sexy scenarios. In “Amoresels” there is no fetish too crazy, and no desire too taboo. From the everyday to the not so common, Synful Desire takes the reader on quick trips to all things sensual.

Blurb

The most savory and steamy can be found in the tiniest most unexpected locations.

 

Amoresels is an erotic flash fiction anthology crafted to satiate the rush for the ultimate stimuli quickie. Ranging from tantalizing teasers to eye opening kinks, Amoresels is a bold, unapologetic cornucopia of sensual liberation.

 

Featured stories include:“The Desktop Surprise”, “The Gamers’ Disruption”, “Laundry Day”, “Taste on the Move”, “GFY”, “Bookworm”, “Build-A-Mate”, “The Infomercial Purchase”, “House of Mirrors”, “Tree of Lust”, “Curves Gym”, “Suds and Such”, “Moments in Time”, “Moments in Time”, “Full Circle”, “Whale of a Sale”, “Scentacular”, “Pleasure’s Blur”, “Party Monster”, “Royals’ Delight”, and “Amoresels”.
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https://www.amazon.com/Amoresels-Synful-Desire-ebook/dp/B07VK67RF2/

Why Is Amoresels so Rebellious? #ABT

Yo! What’s fryin’? My sun in all of this heat! This is why I try and stay in my cave. All. Summer. Long.

While I was lounging in the shadows drinking my blood … I mean, fruit punch … there was a knock at my door. Who could even think of disturbing my quiet time?

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Yoo hoo! Da’Kharta are you in there?

How many times have I told you to call before showing your happy tail up over here?

Actually I did call but it says your mailbox is full. Don’t you ever check messages? Besides, did you forget you were hosting me today?

What? (checks the calendar)

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Shit! (Takes clutter and shoves it in the nearest closet) Give me a second. (Thirty seconds later) Desire, well look at you! Aren’t you peachy, as always?

Da’Kharta thanks! Promise I won’t be long. Then you can’t get back to doing … um, whatever it is that you do.

Bet. Matter of fact, you’ve been here before. I’ll let you do what you do. I’m going to finish my drink and catch some Z’s. Let yourself out, will you?

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Wow! What hospitality! You would think she’d be worried about someone stealing her stuff. However, there isn’t much to steal.

Anyway, hello Awesome Visitors! Let’s Talk! A few days ago, I revealed the cover to my upcoming project “Amoresels”. In case you missed it, let me bring back this darling cover:

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Check out the imagery. The nice white teeth. The lovely lips. The watering of anticipation. The nice yummy cherries. It almost makes you want to eat the cover, but please don’t.

“Amoresels” isn’t literature that is for the timid or for those who want their stories predictable. In that way, it’s tiny yet rebellious in its content.

With “Amoresels”, it was a return home. A return to my roots as a contemporary erotica writer. I’m that person who turned a cup of coffee into a fixture of satiation. Then, as I progressed in my career, I wanted to flex my creative muscle. Dabble a bit into contemporary drama, contemporary romance, romantic comedy, and a tiny bit of science fiction. Heck, I would not have even believed it, if not for “Return to Hues”. But … that’s a story for another day.

At some point, after your travels, you have the inkling to return home for a visit. That is what ended up happening with me. This itch which needed attention took place in between two other projects. One being the story I contributed to Pleasure Prints entitled “Onus” which got released last month. The other being the story I’m working on for the next Concordant Vibrancy anthology. Yet, it had been some years since I’d released anything without another author’s work being attached to it.

I did know that if I was coming “home”, I didn’t want to do the usual. I wanted work that paid homage to “Kona” in length but to be riskier in the erotica sector and still mark my signature. I challenged myself to write about the topics that could raise eyebrows, give side eyes, and produce shocked faces.

I knew in doing so that “Amoresels” would not strike the appeal of everyone. This is more for the die hard. The ones who aren’t afraid of something different, something bold, and something robust with the human components of sexuality.

For those, this work will satisfy.

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Fire …

 

Here’s a musical selection while I get some thoughts together on this subject.

A while back, in conjunction with the release of Concordant Vibrancy 4: Inferno early next year, one of the participants posed this question: If you could define your writing career in terms of one of the stages of fire, which would it be and why?

I would have to say that I’m in the growth stage.

I’m relatively new to the whole publishing scene but I never operated on a formula. At least not the typical wagon wheel some authors have to adhere to. I don’t think you can force creativity; it has to come from an organic space.

I am not a deadline driven person. They don’t work on me. Wait … let me elaborate. The deadlines I have for myself don’t necessarily coincide with the textbook ones for publication.

Let’s take the Transcendent Choice collection for example. I released the 1st book “Boundless Limits” about four years ago, give or take. Under the usual publishing formula, the 2nd, even the 3rd book should have been out by now. For me, each work has to be pristine, so even if it’s ten years before the 2nd book comes out (it won’t be, but still), it has to be perfect by my specifications. Otherwise, I won’t release it.

I don’t have many works out individually. Besides “Boundless Limits”, there’s “S.K.A.R.” and my freebie “Vocal Remedy”. That is going to change with the development of the When Karma Speaks series. It will be a total of 13 episodes and all are set up to be standalones. At my core, I consider myself to be a horror writer, concentration in psychological terror, but I have branched out to do paranormal, even some dark comedy, as will be seen in my contribution to Concordant Vibrancy 4: Inferno.

Once I get more of my writings out to the public, I may enter another stage in my writing career. However, I have the distinct feeling I will be in the growth stage for a very long time, and I’l cool with that.

DR

 

Ask The Amoresels Cover #TheLips

 

 

 

 

 

The most savory and steamy can be found in the tiniest most unexpected locations.

Amoresels is an erotic flash fiction anthology crafted to satiate the rush for the ultimate stimuli quickie. Ranging from tantalizing teasers to eye opening kinks, Amoresels is a bold, unapologetic cornucopia of sensual liberation.

Featured stories include: “The Desktop Surprise”, “The Gamers’ Disruption”, “Laundry Day”, “Taste on the Move”, “GFY”, “Bookworm”, “Build-A-Mate”, “The Infomercial Purchase”, “House of Mirrors”, “Tree of Lust”, “Curves Gym”, “Suds and Such”, “Moments in Time”, “Moments in Time”, “Full Circle”, “Whale of a Sale”, “Scentacular”, “Pleasure’s Blur”, “Party Monster”, “Royals’ Delight”, and “Amoresels”.

The lips look very real. Do they belong to the author?

Hmmm … that is a very interesting question indeed. I would like to believe so, but I don’t have eyes, so I can’t say for sure. However, imagining that a random picture of lips was used on the cover is just as weird a concept. To make me feel at ease, I’m going to go with yes. I’d hate to be accused of theft.

Why are the cherries on the cover?

That’s my question too! I honestly think cherries are overrated. Sure, one can stick the tip of the tongue between the stem and the whole balancing act crap is sexy. However, other fruits can be sexy, like strawberries, watermelon, red grapes … just saying. Maybe the author likes cherries or feels the target audience likes cherries. For the record, I don’t.

Would you have picked this font for the cover?

The font is my favorite actually. It’s pretty fun. I want to be a fun cover.

Do the different colors hold any significance to you or the author?

I don’t spend time rummaging in the author’s brain so I’m going to speak for myself. Red represents passion. Green represents energy. Yellow represents happiness. Blue represents trust. It all goes together, I think.

If you could take a trip into the mouth on the cover, what would the inside look like?

The teeth would be well kept. Nary a cavity in sight. If it’s very early morning, minty from Listerine mouthwash. As the day moves on, the scent of coffee beans. Occasionally, some chocolate, if one’s in the mood for something sweet or low salt kettle chips if needing something salty. It’s not unpleasant, that’s for certain.

Other than cherries, what could have been the fruit on the cover?

Strawberries. Watermelon (sans the seeds). Red grapes. A peach or plum could substitute if none of the other three are available.

Are the lips on the cover drooling, or are they just that juicy?

Perhaps it’s a mix of both. That’s my take.

Apart from lips, what else could have been the main image?

Eyes would have been nice. Or even just one eye, serving as a mirror to reflect what’s inside. But I may have been miscategorized as a horror book. I don’t like scary things. No, scratch that! Lips were the safer bet.

Greeting, Cover. It is a pleasure. How impressed and/or satisfied are you with the content of the pages between you?

I like being warm. I am warm all the time. Not sure what was put in here but it gives me a fuzzy feeling.

If you could represent different content, what would that be and why?

You will probably laugh but a children’s book. Some of the primary colors children use are in play and it’s nice for children to have feel good stories to combat things in the world that can make them sad, angry, and depressed. It would put smiles on their faces. I’d probably change my title though. Maybe “Heartbeats” or “Joyous Bits”.