Monday, August 22

Welcome to my Parlor: Erotica duo Brenda and Steve!

Today in the Parlor, I'm pleased to introduce you to erotic writing tag team, Brenda Woody and Steve Tindle, whose latest release, Temptation Triggers, is sure to get your blood a-pumpin'! Time to get INKED...

Sable: Hi, Brenda and Steve! Thanks for swinging by the Parlor to chat with us.  Can you tell the readers a bit about yourselves?

Brenda: I’m significant other of and co-author with Steve Tindle. I was born 5-3-1960, a published author and freelance writer for eHow, Yahoo! Associated Content, Coffeejitter and Plano Sex & Relationships Examiner, Waiting to hear from (tapping foot), I applied to write there weeks ago. Between Steve and me, we have seven grown children and four grandchildren.

Steve: I was born 3/5/1960 (see Brenda’s date). Brenda and I are both Army brats. I was born in Europe. My family moved to Lawton, OK before moving to Georgia, where I met Brenda in high school. After I graduated, I went to college in Arkansas. I moved to Dallas in 1985 and helped Brenda move to Dallas in 2009. Here is the interesting part. After Brenda and I graduated she went to Europe, then Lawton, and visited her grandparents in Arkansas just miles from where I was. Seems we were destined to be close to each other.
I’m a contract Microsoft Excel programmer for some very large companies in the Dallas area; many everyone would know. I write VBA scripts for dashboards.

Sable: Yes, it seems you're the Yin to each other's Yang! That's pretty cool! Have you always INKed as a tandem, or did you recently combine forces? And I know two heads are better than one, but how do you work through differences of opinion?

Brenda: I wrote singular in my younger years on essays, stories, newsletters and poetry. After Steve and I met again online in 2008, I mentioned I wanted to be published and had written a few pages of a story. I emailed it to him. Together we wrote Best Lover in Town. Fortunately we have a strong connection and 97% of the times agree on where a particular story will begin and end.

Steve: I wrote songs and poems in high school and college. I wanted to get them published but didn’t know how at the time. Working with Brenda has taught me how to get things online. What a blessing Brenda and the internet is. BTW: the other 3% are my silly tangents. I bow to Brenda’s insight on my storylines.

Sable: Anything you absolutely need in order to write?

Brenda: Coffee, Coffee, and more coffee, and Steve beside me on his laptop. However more of the answer is below.

Steve: I would say my laptop. I hate to write on paper, plus my hand writing is not readable. I like the TV on as background noise, and love to have Brenda sitting next to me.

Sable: Tell us about your current release, Temptation Triggers.

Steve: We were asked to submit a short story for an anthology called Temptation Triggers. We wrote and submitted Steal My Love. The publisher liked the storyline so much he asked us to write more stories and he would dedicate the entire book to our work. I wanted to write eleven stories since it was to be published in 2011. Brenda and I wanted to stretch our writing skills so we wrote each story in a different style. When we had completed seven, we were over the word count so the publisher told us to submit what we had. We enjoy discussing with readers which story they find the most interesting.

Brenda: Temptations was very fun to write. Thinking of stories that would be interesting, erotic and intriguing was what we hoped for with this anthology. So far the reviews are great. So we accomplished our goal.

Sable: That's an honor to have the entire anthology dedicated to you! Great job.  Let’s talk characters. How do you come up with them and do you have a favorite from Temptation Triggers? If so, which one and why?

Steve: My favorite character changes every time I’m asked this question. So if you read another interview this answer might be different based on how I’m feeling at the time.
I like the voice in Patty Melt. Being able to control a woman I don’t even know just by my voice. Having her do whatever I tell her to do and being in control. We have been told the story is a light BDSM although it wasn’t designed to be. The story line was created when I was taking an outdoor break from work and noticed a large glass stairwell. I told Brenda about all the things people could do in the stairwell with strangers watching them.

Brenda: You know the characters came very easy to us in Temptation. Fortunately, they do in other stories too. I would have to say the characters wrote these stories. We penned our notes, characters and their names. When we wrote, the stories just flowed out of our heads. Pretty cool.
My favorite character is Patty Melt. She is sweet, out-going and open-minded enough to explore. I sure would like to be her at the end of the story!
Umm, Steve is talking experience about over the phone thing – remember we chatted for several months online and over the phone before seeing each other in person again. (weg)

Sable: I understand big things are happening for you both! Your book, Triangle of Secrets, will be released August 2011. Congratulations!!  What else can we expect from the minds of Brenda and Steve?

Brenda: We have two other stories to release this year. Rainie’s Lake (pending title) and okay this is the first time I’m giving this title up. Scarlett’s Cowboy. This erotic romance is going to have our readers experiencing many emotions.

Steve: The other night we were in our muse (the spa) and were talking about Triangle of Secrets. We came up with FOUR more storylines to add to the series. Triangle of Secrets is almost complete but there will be TOS II - V. (This is the first time we have publicly announced this in an interview to our fans).

Sable: I love being the first to know! Okay, let's give the readers a Lick from Temptation Triggers,  shall we?

Blurb: Temptation Triggers captures the wickedness of sexual fantasy, the mystery of unexplored territory and the fulfillment of open communication. Among these thought-provoking stories, two friends find themselves drawn into a dark erotic world, a woman encounters a mysterious man and a mature couple discovers hush-hush desires about each other. With different styles of writing, Temptation Triggers reveals erotica that is passionate and spellbinding.

Lick: The next day Patty drives to Mac’s. She is meeting Coleen for coffee. Mac sees the girls opening the door and immediately fixes their usual order.
Mac hands Patty her drink. “How’s my girl today? Wait, you look content. Who has put a smile on your face?”
Coleen looks at Mac then at Patty. “Are you keeping a secret from me?”
Patty blushes, wondering if she should tell Coleen about the fantasy man. “No, I…I’m just enjoying life.” Patty stammers.
“Well, I’ll leave you two to your girl talk.” Mac walks to the other end of the counter to wait on another customer. Patty and Coleen take a seat at one of the booths.
“Hey, I saw a great pair of jeans online the other night. Let’s go play dress up at a few stores and afterwards have lunch.” Colene looks expectantly at Patty for an answer.
Patty feels a buzzing in her bra. She reaches in and takes out her cell phone. It’s a text message. “Go to the Legacy Plaza Building. Be there at noon.” She looks at the time. “Sorry to bail on you Coleen, I have an errand to run.”
“You promised to spend the day with me. You would tell me if you met someone right?”
“Of course I would. I really have to go. I’ll call you later.” Patty hugs Coleen goodbye and rushes out the door.
Patty parks in front of the plaza. She puts a few coins in the parking meter. Looking around, she wonders what she is to do now. Her cell phones buzzes.
“Okay, I’m here,” she answers, entering the rotating door.
“Take the elevator on the left to the third floor. You will see two columns on your right. Walk between the columns and down the short staircase. There is a window at the bottom.”
The man watches her enter the elevator. He is pleased she is wearing a skirt.
Patty walks through the columns, down the few stairs and stands on the bottom stoop.
Her cell buzzes. She is already excited from the anticipation of what is to come.
“Sit down and spread your legs.”
Patty obeys.
“Lift your skirt up high and place your hand on your pussy. Caress yourself.”
Patty does what he says. She can feel her wetness through the material.
“Run your finger slowly up and down your slit.”
She groans at her touch.
The man clamps his lips so she doesn’t hear him groan as well.
“Slip off your underwear and lay it on the stair behind you.”
“Are you watching me?”
“What if I am? Does it excite you? Don’t think just react.”
She stretches out her legs and arches her back exposing herself. Her clit is engorged longing for release.
Seeing Patty’s pussy leaves him silent for a moment.
“Are you still there?” Patty asks.
“Yes. Leave the underwear right where they are.”
The line goes dead.
“Damn him!” Standing up, she looks at her underwear and kicks them in to a corner. Hope you like my scent. Patty looks up and sees a camera hanging from the ceiling. Great, I wonder how many people were watching me. She hurries back to her car.

Sable: Oooh! Water please! That lick was spicy!!  What was your first published piece and what has changed in your writing from then to now?  And, having written for a while, what advice would you give your pre-published selves?

Brenda: Our first novella, Best Lover in Town, was released June 2010. Unfortunately the publisher released BLT as is (did not edit our final draft). We were still novices at writing. Oh, we could tell a story but didn’t know what the editing was all about. Fortunately the rights were reverted to us last month. We re-edited for a much smoother read and self-published with a new cover. What did we learn from this? How to edit our own work in the last two years and with the help of Tonya Kinzer and Deanna Jewel, we are better writers now. My advice to myself – keep building my editing skills. BTW - Steve and I entered our new cover for Best Lover in Town in a book cover contest with Book Nook on Facebook and won 1st place in the Hot covers category!

Steve: We are much better writers and editors than when we published in 2010. My advice is to listen to comments of family, friends and fans. If they tell you your point of view or dialog doesn’t flow, work on the problem and learn from your mistakes. Keep writing and strive to be better with every release.

Sable: Shouts out to Tonya and Deanna! Writers helping writers. Love that!  Okay, you’re the first settlers on planet Hedonism. Who or what do you pack to go with you?

Brenda: Steve, of course. My box of toys and a can of sliced pineapples

Steve: “A can of pineapples”??? Give me a grove!!! (read BLT to understand this.) Brenda and I go every where together, even if it’s to another room in the house. I would also take my laptop to take notes of our adventures for another book.

Sable: You know, I'm going to look at pineapples completely different from here on out. LOL! What’s a typical writing day for you like?  Do you always write together to bounce ideas off of each other, or do you sometimes INK at different times?

Brenda: We are night owls – in bed at 4 a.m., up after noon. I check emails, Facebook (bad, bad – distracting thing! LOL), check my calendar to see if I need to email questions for an author interview on our blog. Update our blogs – post promos for fellow authors or any exciting news about us. Write an article for deadline. Write on one of our stories – let’s see, I write somewhere during the day (checking calendar). We self-publish now so we make our own release deadlines.

Steve: Yes, we prefer to write at night, when the temperature is cooler (100+ days in Dallas for the 45 days straight). We link our laptops together with Teamviewer so we don’t have to share the same computer. I can sit back and watch my screen as Brenda types on her keyboard. When I need to add a scene or idea I take control and Brenda watches on her screen. This set up prevents us from constantly moving one computer back and forth and, keeps the creative juices flowing.

Sable: Teamviewer? Sounds like an awesome bit of software for a writing tandem! I learn something new every day! When you’re not writing or brainstorming in the "muse", what do you do for fun?

Brenda: When we take a break, we’ll watch movies. We meet a friend at Hooters once a month. Yes, this is more for Steve than me – Eye Candy! LOL Plus I love to write reviews and I’ve been critiquing work for fellow authors. I love to edit now!

Steve: Yes, I like the Eye Candy (but I can get that at home with Brenda). I like Hooters because we have sold more books there than at book signings. It’s a great tax write off. We take a couple of books in with us, the Hooter girls walk by and stop to take a look. When they buy we sign the books for them. We keep several in the car in case we need more. We also like to attend concerts and collect autographs for our den. I have given several business cards to the performers and sold copies of Best Lover in Town to a few of them.

Sable: And everyone thinks Hooters is only good for buffalo wings.  ;)  Where can readers purchase your books?

Steve: Buy the books now from these great retailers:
And you can purchase a SIGNED paperback copy of Temptation Triggers by sending an e-mail to bestloverintown [at] gmail [dot] com.

Sable: And if readers want to connect?

Brenda: Here's all of our contact info. Come by and join us!

Sable: You heard her, people! Go link up :) Last question, and I ask all my interviewees this. Brenda: Boxers, briefs, or commando on him? Steve: Panties, thongs, or birthday suit on her?  

Brenda: Commando on him – we enjoy our naked time! When the youngest, which is still at home, is at work or at her night classes – our clothes just seem to fall off automatically. LOL

Steve: I introduced Brenda to commando. She didn’t think she would like it but tried it anyway. Not that I would try, but I don’t think Brenda would go back to panties now. LOL

Sable: Commando wins again!  I'm convinced the world would be a much better place if we all just stayed naked. LOL! Thanks again for coming by to chat, Brenda and Steve.  You're welcome back to the Parlor any time! Readers, contact Brenda and Steve by the links below. Let the comments begin!

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BIO: Steve Tindle and Brenda Woody were high school friends in Georgia who reconnected, on a social network, after 30 years of leading separate lives. During their re-acquaintance, they found their past and interests were similar; they had written poems, songs, and both had the desire to be published. Their combined experiences and fantasies inspired their first erotic novel “Best Lover in Town”, published June 2010. Brenda moved to Dallas in 2009 to be closer to Steve, start a new chapter of her life and work on future books. Their second book “Temptation Triggers”, an anthology of erotic short stories, was released June 2011 for Kindle and will be available in print soon. “Black & White Affair”, submitted in a holiday contest 2010, has been expanded and is available as a short read. Works in progress are “Triangle of Secrets” and 2 more books to be released in 2011. Their stories are penned with the perspective of both male and female point of view regarding sexual desires and pleasures.

Friday, August 19

Welcome to my Parlor: Roz the Doxy

One week…two weeks.  You’ll learn time isn’t exactly important in Sable’s universe. Anyhow, after much convincing, I did finally manage to have that chat with Roz whose book is out now! (Go get your copy, ASAP!)

Without further ado, here’s the Doxy...

Sable: Hello, Roz. Thanks for sitting down to chat with me today.

Roz: Thanks for having me! *waves* I adore my fans ;)

Sable: I know you’ve got things to do, so I’ll keep it brief.

Roz: Good deal. Working on a new show and I’m still learning the lines.

Sable: Let’s jump right into the deep stuff, then.  Chunky Monkey?

Roz: *Laughing* I knew you’d pick up on that, Sable. Yes, Chunky Monkey. Preferably by the carton. Unless there’s a Magnum bar around…

Sable: Mmmm…Magnum bar. LOL! Are you excited about the book, or did you have reservations about letting everyone into your world?

Roz: Initially I had some reservations, not for myself but for my family.  They aren’t aware I’m a doxy, but with so many brothers and sisters I’m sure one of them will eventually find out.  In spite of what I do, I prefer to keep my life private. As I said in the book, discretion is a requirement as a stage actress, most especially for one of my particular skill. Making my life a literal open book has the potential for repercussions for them, but it can’t be helped.

Sable: And knowing that, you still went forward with telling your story?

Roz: Whether I’d told the story or not, I’d still be Roz, and I’d still be a doxy. I thought this would be a good way for others to stop running from what will make them happy. Embrace who you are and live! 

Sable: You subtitled it A Friday in Two Acts. Why that particular Friday?

Roz: I knew there’d be some interesting castmates for you to meet.  But I really had no idea the day would turn out as it did. That’s the beauty of my show, and that’s also why it’s told the way it is.   My show is more improv than scripted, so you got it just as I did. If it had bombed, you’d have experienced that exactly as I had. That’s live theatre.

Sable: And you think theatre has the potential to be something more than a couple hours of entertainment?

Roz: Absolutely! The arts are all about giving your audience an impactful experience through sensory stimulation.  

Sable: I’m not touching “sensory stimulation”. *giggles* So what’s happening with you and Q? Anything you’d care to share?

Roz: The curtain’s just going up on that play…You’ll have to stick around and see how it turns out. ;)

Sable: I definitely will! Okay, just one more question for you. How would you describe yourself in one word?

Roz: Unapologetic.

Sable: Couldn’t agree with you more.

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Check out Roz's show today!!

Friday, August 5

Come Party with a Doxy!

*singing* "Oh, it's party time...havin' a par-tay!" ~I forget whose song that is, and I'm too lazy to look it up, and I know it would take less energy than typing this sentence, but you'll get over it.

This summer has been a crazy one. First there was the release of the anthology, Summer Heat, followed by the extended version of my short, Shaken and Stirred (both of which are available to download for FREE in case you slept through June and July).  And if I was excited for those two, I'm ALL THE WAY TURNED UP about ---->>

The Doxy's Daybook: A Friday In Two Acts  


A bit about this story before I give you a lick of the INK I've been teasing you with.  This book went through a lot of transformations from "Act 1" to "The End". My editor and my character are both very strong-willed (stubborn) women, and they had differing opinions on how this story should be told.  My editor thought the character was too brash—my character, Roz, politely told my editor to, uh, well I won't repeat it. Suffice it to say, things were tense for a while, with me, the lowly author stuck in the middle.

In the end, and with a well-made argument, Roz won out.  (No worries, my editor and I are still on speaking terms).  But we all agreed the best way for this story to be told would be the exact way Roz tells it.  'Kay, I'll stop rambling, here's the Lick:

Blurb:  Call her Roz.  All of her fans do...

Follow along with Rosalyn Patrice Hayes, a professional doxy.  She's more than an actress, she's "a permanent affair." Every day, this southern-born beauty stars in a play she's also written and produced for an audience that doubles as co-star.  It's a performance showing on a stage way off Broadway, the grandest stage of all—the hustle and bustle of life in New York.  Told in 1st person, from the time the curtains go up until  they go down you'll find yourself mesmerized by each deliciously naughty act.  

Warning: 18+ Only! This title contains erotic scenes, graphic language, anal sex, M/M sex, M/F/M sex, Cowboy sex, F/F sex, (sheesh, there's a lot of sex) on a desk, sex toys, some light bondage,  interracial/international sex, and a doxy with a smart mouth. Yep, that should cover it.

Excerpt:  My gaze sweeps the small crowd and falls upon a woman perched elegantly on her chair.  Thin, rouged lips sip clear liquid from a goblet, dark eyes scrutinizing my very presence.  I know who she is and she knows of me, although she should not.  It’s under the most unfortunate of circumstances that our awareness of each other is mutual. 

She rises, abandoning her meal, arriving at my table with a face full of fury and a body quaking with liquid courage.
“I know what you do,” she hisses vehemently, eyes blazing.  As I suspect she smells of vodka and the water glass is a ruse.  A prop.  Hands braced on my table she leans over to highlight her point.  “I know what you are, you disgusting—”
“Maria.”  That I’ve spoken her name only confirms what she already knows, but her face pales, eyes widen that I’d be so bold to admit it.  I motion for her to take a seat. 
“You smug bitch!”
Heads turn toward the outburst.
“Please, sit.  There’s no reason to make a production of this.”  She considers my words, pulls out the chair and drops into it.  “Would you like your meal brought over?”
“What?  You act like we’re friends.  I do not consort with hookers!”
Maria Burwell—yes that Maria Burwell, “of the Manhattan Burwells”—is married to one of the wealthiest men in the City.  As such, she is the consummate socialite, attending every posh event with next season’s “it” bag in one hand and a stiff drink in the other.  Educated as she is in the art of polite society, you’d think she knows the difference between a run-of-the-mill prostitute and a professional doxy such as myself.  Further, half of the people she “consorts” with actually fall into the category she’s accusing me of.
“Maria,” I begin again, my tone even.  “I understand—”
Her fist strikes the table, rattling my water, reminding me I’ve yet to receive my wine.  “I will not sit here and allow you to patronize me.  You listen to me, you little cunt.  I don’t care what you think you understand.  Only thing you need to do is stay away from my husband!”
There is no talking sense to some people.  She’s content to cast me the villain and I have no problem playing the role.  As I said, acting is adapting; if she wants drama, she’s come to the right place.
“What you’ve failed to realize, Maria, is that I’m not the one who initiated this affair, your husband did.” I offer it casually, voice inflected as though we’re old acquaintances having a nice chat.  “And when Charles deems our relationship over, it will be.  You’ve nothing to worry about from me.”
Appalled, her mouth drops open wide enough to let all of that hot air escape if she’s not careful. 
“Do you know who I am?”
See what I mean?  I’m aware her question is rhetorical, the acrimonious response of someone with more affluence than common sense, but it seems she’s the one who’s forgotten her role. 
“Everyone knows who you are, Maria.  You do make a habit of embarrassing yourself at every turn.”  I pause for a swallow of water; place the glass back on the table.  “At the mayor’s luncheon, you were so drunk you lifted your dress bare-assed.” 
I’d arrived near the end of the soiree for an appointment, just in time to witness the woman’s flowing green gown go skyward.
Chuckling softly at the memory I add, “And right now you’re on the verge of giving us all a repeat performance.”
She glances around, seeing the eyes, the reproachful shakes of heads. 
“These people don’t know what you are, but I do.”
I take a deep breath.  “And what am I, Maria?”
“You. Are. A. Whore.” Lips curl into a snarl as she snips off each word.
“That’s where you’re wrong.  I’m a doxy.” Her eyes narrow to slits, a frown marring her perfectly arched brow.  “Allow me to explain.  See, a whore doesn’t warrant a second thought.  A whore is a fast fuck in an empty closet, or on the subway.  A whore is nothing more than a passing fancy, a means to satisfy an immediate human urge.  Whores are…”—I shrug—“base.
“Now a doxy like me,”—I lean forward, voice still low, eyes boring into hers.  “I’m that random smile on your husband’s face in the middle of the day, Maria.  I’m the pep in his step in the morning while you dawdle over the banality of which bag will match which shoes; contemplate what you and the girls will have for lunch over at Lupa’s in the Village. And when he finally pushes through the door after working late, yet again, I’m the only reason Charles can stomach coming home to you at night.”
Monologues always have been a strong suit for me, even short, spontaneous ones such as this. 
I wait, but as expected Maria has no response; mouth working but nothing comes out.  Poor thing has forgotten her lines. 
A shadow appears to my left and I look up at the newcomer.
“Is everything all right here, ladies?” Marc’s eyes shift nervously between us.
“Everything’s fine, Marc.  Maria and I were just arguing semantics, and I believe I’ve won the debate.”
She stands to leave.  The air on the moral high ground must be thinner as Maria looks very much like she might faint.  Turning on tipsy legs, she stumbles away from Peacock Alley, leaving me in peace.
“She’s a problem that Mrs. Burwell.”  Marc sighs, hands clasped behind his back, watching the woman’s retreating form.  “Didn’t even pay her bill.  All that money can’t buy class, as they say.”  He turns to me.  “I’ll see what’s keeping your lunch, my dear.”
Marc shuffles away and I’m left to review the encounter. 
I understand why some might take issue with my profession; argue that what I do is wrong, immoral even.  But I learned long ago there is no right or wrong in life, there is only choice. 
Take the Burwells, choosing to continue in a loveless marriage to keep up appearances.  Many years ago, Maria had a relationship with her husband’s business associate, a man who almost ran Burwell Industrial into the ground, embezzling funds using information provided by none other than Mrs. Holier-than-thou. As everyone in the Manhattan scene knows, nothing hurts business quite like a scandal, and the Burwell divorce might have gone down as the disgrace of the decade. 
Still hurt by the situation but unable to leave his wife for the sake of the company, Charles sought out my services.  Maria found comfort in socializing and alcohol—the higher the proof the better.
Things were fine until the couple’s recent attempt to reconcile when, in the throws of passion, Charles called his wife “Roz”.  Repeatedly.  An argument followed, and I assume she has since caught sight of me leaving my appointments with her husband.
And so, two years since my arrival, the couple pretends all is fine in the Burwell house; Maria up to her ears in vodka, and Charles balls deep in his doxy. 

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I know, I'm a tease.  But here's the best part... it's just 99 cents!
So what are you waiting for? Oh, right, the buy links! Of course:

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