Saturday, July 30

The Dog Ate My Homework...

I'm not a half-asser—I'm a...whole-asser. (That sounded better in my head).  In school I got top marks and always turned in my homework on time. Which is why I'm so utterly pissed right now.

To be fair, it's not my fault. Really. I know that sounds like an excuse but it's not. Well, technically, it is, but I'm not trying to excuse myself.  I'm "explaining". I had every intention of releasing my newest novel, The Doxy's Daybook: A Friday in Two Acts, on Sunday, July 31st.  Why Sunday? Because it's National Orgasm Day, and my book has (1,2,3,4,5...) a lot of em.  I finally picked a cover I LOVE; I have an awesome blog post and an interview with my lead character all ready to go and everything!  

*insert theatrical sigh* 

But alas, it will not happen. Due to circumstances beyond my control (which involves some of my pertinent information being exposed leading to my accounts being frozen until they can get it sorted) 
*double sigh* I'll have to bring you Doxy on August 5th. That's next Friday for everyone keeping score, and fitting since it's a Friday in the life of a doxy..  I hope you'll hold out until then! Trust me, this Doxy's worth the wait ;)  

Until then, you can always pick up your FREE copy of Shaken & Stirred from Smashwords, Allromanceebooks, and now directly on BN.com! And if you've already read it, "read it again for the first time." I used to hate when movie commercials said "watch it again...", but now it has a purpose. LOL!

Thanks for Licking My INK!

Monday, July 11

Gettin' down with Ms. Downlow

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Well, from this flick, those are some drippin' whet words! Whew!

In case you didn't know, that is the one and only Ms. Downlow. After INKing her spicy short for the Summer Heat anthology, she was kind enough to stop by and answer a few questions for you.

Sable: Ms. Downlow! Thanks for coming by to chat with the readers today. First off, tell them a bit about you.

Ms. Downlow: I’m new to book writing. I started out blogging, with no thought of ever writing a book. I chose the pen name Ms. Downlow to protect my private life, and keep my option to write in other genres open. Being on the “down low” as an erotic writer has been a very liberating experience. I can write whatever I want without having to answer to anyone around me, or feel uncomfortable about the explicit content.

Sable: When did you actually know you wanted to write a novel?

Ms. Downlow: I first realized I wanted to be a writer in the summer of 2009, when followers of my blog encouraged me to write a book about the sexy tale I blogged about there. They kept coming back for more. I keep in touch with many of them to this day. They read my finished novel, loved it, and many of them posted reviews or blogged about it.

Sable: Gotta love your followers! They're more of a support system than I think they know. You mentioned other genres. Do you write outside of erotica?

Ms. Downlow: So far, I’ve only written erotic fiction. However, I look forward to writing in other genres. I can’t say when I will step outside of the sexually explicit writing realm, though, because I get such a thrill from readers who tell me my work turns them on and makes them want to try new things.

Sable: See, readers! You inspire us authors. Okay, Ms. Downlow, what are three absolute "must haves" you need around in order to write?

Ms. Downlow: Input and support of my readers and my friends in the cyber/social community, plenty of porn videos, and other erotic novels to read for inspiration.

Sable: And they say porn's not educational. *giggles*. Care to share your bibliography with us?

Ms. Downlow: Sure. My story in the Summer Heat anthology, Downsized, is my third published work. I’ve previously published two erotic novels. One of them has two different titles and covers: Life on the Low: Creepin’ With Hip Hop, and Her Husband Made Her Do Him. And the second novel is the sequel to those called Her Husband Made Her Do Him, 2.





Sable: So since we're on your books, let's talk characters. What are your inspirations for them?

Ms. Downlow: The protagonist, Katlynne LaSalle, in my first two novels is me. The other characters are either fantastical caricatures of people I know or would like to know, or they are random creations.

Sable: Okay, mid-interview word association game. I say a word, you give me one back. Leeegggggooo...... Soft

Ms. Downlow: Hard

Sable: Silk

Ms. Downlow: Tied

Sable: Whet

Ms. Downlow: Insatiable

Sable: Oooh. I like that one! Honey

Ms. Downlow: Pot

Sable: Chocolate

Ms. Downlow: Cock!

Sable: LOL! That seems to be the consensus around these parts. Chocolate cocks. Of course you're Sable-certified when it comes to naughty! I love the cover for the extended version of your short, Downsized. Why don't we get into that now. Can you sum it up for us in one sentence, and then give us an lick?

Ms. Downlow: In one sentence, a sexy female architect who’s been laid off, but not laid in a while, tries to keep the peace with her neighbor without becoming his next piece of ass.

-from Downsized:


Instead of listening to Ryan talk, I was letting my eyes roam every inch of his 6'4” frame. From his big, well manicured feet, to his six pack abs and lean muscled chest. I wondered what it would be like to feel his strong arms around me, hands roaming my body, dick hitting by gspot. He was the hottest man I'd ever laid eyes on. .It didn't help that I hadn't been fucked in over a year. I wanted him to fuck me.


Tuning back in, I realized Ryan was talking about how modern women worked so much that they neglected their homes, didn't know how to cook, and wouldn't clean. Whatever. I didn't give a shit about his cave man view of the modern woman, because my pussy was thinking for me. The man and the wine had me open. I wasn't going to make the first move, but if Ryan so much as touched me with one pinky, I would ride his fine body until the sun set and came up again. I got up and walked over to the inviting, black bottom pool. Kicking off a flip flop, I dipped the toes of one foot in and stirred the water around.


“You wanna go for a swim? Or are you one of those sisters that doesn't get her hair wet?”


“I'd like to, but aren't those steaks almost ready?” He was right about my hair, but I wasn't about to tell him.


“Right. I'll serve 'em up over here. You just sit down and put your legs in. We can swim later.”


“Okay.” I sat down with my second glass of wine and let my legs float on the water while Ryan went about fixing our plates. It was nice to have a man cater to me.


“Here you go, sexy legs.”


Ryan handed me a plate full of food, then sat down next to me with his own plate. Without warning, he leaned in and kissed me on the lips.


“Sorry. I had to see what it felt like to kiss your beautiful lips.”


“How did it feel?”


He put his plate down. “As hungry as I am for this food, I could skip it and eat you all night.”


I could not believe what I'd just heard, but now that I knew Ryan was feeling what I was feeling, it was on! I set my plate down, too, and leaned into him, savoring the feel of his thick lips on mine. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it. Mmmmmmm. He tasted like peaches and cinnamon. I reluctantly ended the kiss, and began feeding him the food from his plate. He took my plate up and started feeding me, too. Between bites, our lips met again and again.

Sable: Hawt! Hawt! HAWT! Okay, cuming *ahem*, coming off that spicy little lick there, let me ask you this. You're the first settler on planet Hedonism. Who or what is coming with you?

Ms. Downlow: If I were the first settler on planet Hedonism, I would pack him, him, oh and her, too. Yes, that should do. Say what? I can have up to 10 things? Then I’d also pack some Patron, my laptop so I can write about my sexcapades and watch porn, some protection so that nothing interferes with my sexual healing, and a refrigerator so that I can store all the food I like to serve on my lovers’ bodies.

Sable: 'Cause you can't break in a new planet with out a little help from your friends! LOL! What's next from your delightfully deviant mind?

Ms. Downlow: I just finished the extended version of Downsized, and by popular demand, I am working on the third book in the Her Husband Made Her Do Him series. This one will detail the sexual escapades of the Hip Hop artist, Triple X. It will be called Triple X-Rated. Sexy porn star, Flash Brown, will probably be on the cover.

Sable: Where can readers find your books, and how can they get in touch with you?

Ms. Downlow: Look me up on Amazon.com, BarnesandNoble.com, Smashwords.com, the Apple Itunes Store, Kobo, and Sony ebook websites. And I enjoy getting messages from my fans, and I personally respond to each and every one of them. So readers can get in touch with me directly at msdownlow1@gmail.com.


Sable: Go pick up her work. Definitely hot stuff! And now, for the question "du jour", boxers, briefs, or commando?

Ms. Downlow: Briefs, so long as they are the ones David Beckham advertises. Armani. If he’s not wearing Armanis, I don’t care what he’s packing. I’ll make him put it away.
    Sable: Armani underpants just went flying off the shelves! Mmm, mmm, MMM! Thank you, Ms. Downlow, for taking the time to chat with us. Readers, go ahead and drop her some INK below! (right after you stop drooling over David here ------->>)

    Monday, July 4

    Chillin' with Perri Forrest

    HAPPY 4TH of JULY!!

    We're a couple weeks into summer, and the anthology is still heating up eReaders! The temperature's rising, the clothes are coming off, so it's only natural to show off the gams. It's the perfect time to  introduce you to Ms. Sexy Legs herself, Perri Forrest.

    I'm spending the week with Ms. Forrest, and between setting off fireworks and eating tons of ice cream (it's hot out here, folks) Perri and I had a chance to chat about her submission for the Summer Heat anthology. Here's what she had to say:

    Sable: Thanks for sliding through to talk to the readers today, Perri. Tell them a little about yourself. 

    Perri: I'm a romantic. Loyal. Outspoken. Honest. Sarcastic. Quite honestly, I’m an oxymoron for I’m what I like to call "simply complicated". I don’t expect a lot, but I have high expectations. Oh, and since I’m a Leo, while I like to be in charge, I love to play ‘hard to get’ to see how advanced a man’s seduction skills are. It tells me everything about him and how compatible we will be as lovers—or not. I love seduction of the mind, body, and soul.  

    Sable: "Simply complicated". I love that. I think that's the perfect definition of a writer, so you're in the write—er—right field. *smiles* So when did you realize writing was your thing? 

    Perri: When I was 12 years old. I wrote all the time as a way to escape the reality of my home life. Most of my stories would take place in the woods where a group of kids would happen upon a really pretty cottage where they could go to get away, with no one ever discovering their ‘secret’ place. With the gift never being nurtured, and ultimately having to produce papers in a professor’s voice when I entered college, I became silenced—until recently when I was invited to participate in this very exciting project, by Ms. Sable Jordan.

    Sable: I've read your story, Butterflies in Motion.  Do you primarily write erotic fiction, or do you INK in other genres?

    Perri:  I am a romantic, at heart and believe that I am more in love with the concept of being in love, so I tend to lean toward romance. I do have an erotic voice, but I will admit that I censor myself, on occasion because I am a naughty girl that has always been a lady in public and a freak in the bedroom, bathroom, balcony, backseat…you get the idea. I think I censored because I was afraid my Mama would read, but let’s just say I’m slowly evicting myself from that place. Way too much to say—and feel…

    Sable: What are three "must haves" you need while you're writing?

    Perri: Outdoors, my laptop, and my "ensemble"—anything on the bottom, but I have to have a scarf with a hoodie and my nerd glasses. Collectively they serve as my "thinking cap". 

    Sable: Is Butterflies in Motion your first published piece? And I know it took 7500 words to INK your short, but now I'm going to be evil Sable and ask you to sum it up in one sentence. *Mwahahaha*

    Perri: It is! Since the completion of BiM, I have not been able to put my laptop away! I’m inspired. Both my laptop keys and my favorite pen are planning an escape!  To sum up BiM in one sentence I'd have to say, love is real, very much alive, and comes in unexpected forms, even for the girl that doesn’t believe in its existence…especially, when it comes with good pipe attached to it!

    Sable: Speaking of pipe *giggles* time for a word association game. I'll say a word, you give me the first word that comes to mind. Silk

    Perri: Sheets

    Sable: Whet

    Perri: Penetration

    Sable: Honey

    Perri: Labia...plural.

    Sable: Haha! Don't just lick one!  All right, Chocolate

    Perri: Erection

    Sable: Soft

    Perri: Pre cum sneaking through the glans, onto the tip of my tongue.

    Sable: Well damn! *fans face* Not one word but one helluva image! Your naughtiness has officially been Sable-certified!  Okay, Perri, lets talk characters. How do you come up with yours? Are they people you know (cleverly disguised to avoid legal backlash, LOL), random creations, or are some of them reflections of you?

    Perri: All of the above, yet more reflections of me than I originally admitted to myself.

    Sable: Let's give the readers a lick from your short, shall we?

    Perri: Just a little lick. You want more, gotta download your free copy.

    -from Butterflies in Motion

    There it is. The words finally spoken. A silence looms over the room in those moments and there was nothing either of us could say. Jordan looks down at me from his 6’ frame, touches my face, takes the hair falling to the side of my face, places it behind my ear, and leans in to kiss my forehead. He’s saying an unspoken goodbye...





    Sable: I've already read it, so I know what that lick's all about. *smiles*. Okay, Perri, a couple more questions.  What can readers expect next from you?

    Perri: This is just a taste of what I'm working on now, not yet titled.  Picture me the novel you love to read. The one you devour. When you indulge in me, the world is muted. Nothing else exists. Nothing else matters. You can’t walk away for when you do, you anticipate being near me again – at one with me again. Eagerly awaiting the mystery to reveal itself, you live for the climactic moments to touch your soul. Each page awards you a new pleasure. Yes, picture that. It’s sweet, ain’t it? Imagine that. Now, open your eyes. I’m here. Right here, right now. Pick me up, open me wide, take me....

    Sable: That's quite the book, and you've melted my ice cream! Time for another fun question. You're the first settler on planet Hedonism. Who or what do you pack to go with? 

    Perri: Anal ease, laptop with "thinking cap" *lol*, a few "head" doctors, a master of seduction who can make me want it—even when I don't want it, Moscato, the barbecue pit, Bose system equipped with satellite music, thongs and fitted tank tops, and short shorts.


    Sable: Planet Hedonism is gonna be jumpin'! And I know you'll be rockin' the short shorts with those sexy legs of yours! Get it girl!!  How can our readers reach you?

    Perri: You can visit me on my 
              BLOG
              E-Mail me @ perri.forrest@gmail.com
              FACEBOOK

    Sable: Okay, Perri, last question. And probably the most important: Boxers, Briefs, or Commando?

    Perri: Briefs to see the frame of the package; boxers for easy access. LOL!

    Sable: There you have it! I want to thank Perri Forrest (aka Ms. Sexy Legs) for joining us today. Opening up the comments and questions now, so readers, ask away! 

    Who am I?

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    Quick and dirty, I’m a writer of multicultural erotica, erotic thrillers, seductive romances, and whatever else comes to mind. Tattooed vixen. Wicked humorist. Incurable humanist. Proud geek! Closet badass. (Shhh…) Lover of pit bulls, fast cars, all music, and candy. THAT’S THE NUT IN A NUTSHELL.