Archive | January 2012

The library begins!

I stayed up late last night to get the library section set up and linked in (see tab above, next to About!). Who needs sleep, when there is naughtiness to be had?

My inaugural offering, The Wild Hunt, has received a warm reception. I’m hoping that my next (which I’ve just published to Smashwords) will be as happily received. You can find it on Smashwords  ( click here! ) and I’ll be adding it to the library as soon as I’ve published this post. For your enjoyment, I’ll copy in the first page below to give you a taste of what’s to come:

From The Perfect Belt, an exploration into the mind of a dominant man:

I want her most when she isn’t thinking of me at all.

Strange to say, I know. I don’t pretend that this predatory impulse is welcome to her. At home, when she’s on her knees in front of me, her wrists cuffed at the back of her waist, my hand curled into the dark and silken mass of her hair until my grip makes her wince—it’s easy then to think of myself as her master. It quickens her breath to do whatever I might desire of her. In those moments, my young lover is undoubtedly mine.

But she is so very lovely to me—so captivating in form, movement, voice, mind—that I’ve never been able to content myself within the boundaries of our spartan bedroom, our homely dungeon. I find myself hunting her through the streets of the city, at bars and restaurants, in clubs and movie theaters. Necessity demands that I share my lover with the world, and I’m proud of the social grace and charm that she displays. I trust her with my whole heart, and I understand that her laughing confidence must blossom from an awareness of the safety, of the enveloping love, that I have learned to show her.

I don’t know what leads me to take her in the darkness, to hitch up her dress and pound into her beneath the flickering glow of some forgotten film, while she opens her legs against the confines of her seat and tries to muffle her whimpers in the cloth at my shoulder. I can’t rightly say that I’m jealous. It isn’t punishment.

I know only this, but I know it as I know the movement of my blood: I want all of her, love and fear, shame and need. Every gasp, every trickle of sweat, every startled glance of those brown-gold eyes. I want to tear her apart and put her back together better than she was before; I want her to beg me to stop, and never to stop.

She doesn’t like to be preyed upon this way, but she’s never asked me not to do it. Strange to say, I know.

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Oh, beginnings.

I’ve been writing for years and years now but I’ve never formally published anything. Something always got in the way, whether it was the circumstances of life requiring my attention elsewhere, or my own nervousness about whether or not anyone would enjoy my work.

Well, that’s about to change.

I’ve been watching the process of ePublishing for awhile now and I’ve finally decided to jump into the pool myself. I’ll be skinny-dipping in that pool, really: I’ve decided to go ahead and begin publishing my erotic stories through Smashwords.com. They’re an incredible service and I’m excited to have found them. I’m excited too that I’ve finished formatting an older story of mine. It’s now ready to be submitted for publication into various eBook formats. As soon as my beloved muse and editor has had a look at it, I’ll be taking the plunge! Naked, as it were!

This blog will be a place to advertise my recent publications, to offer up news and discounts to any faithful readers I happen to win over along the way and to contemplate my own navel.

In short, a little of anything and everything, but with a focus on all things erotic, creative and oh so naughty.

To that end, you can find my Smashwords profile at https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/corinnaparr and my Twitter profile linked to the right.

Keep an eye out for my first submission, The Wild Hunt! This is a historical fantasy offering in which lovely young Cara finds herself targeted by the righteous and lust-filled men of her village. She’s marked as a virgin sacrifice for an ancient ritual, the outcome of which proves that the old stories were right about most things…but certainly not all. With elements of non-consent, violence and supernatural lovers, I try to walk the line between the steamy and the taboo.