Guest Blog – S. Nano

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Mistress of the Air.jpgLa Camorra – the Neapolitan mafia

Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester’s airship travels take her to the Italian Empire. She drops in on Naples for some pizza, and to collect a bronze statue of herself. But the main reason for stopping there is to view the erotic frescoes at the nearby archaeological site of Pompeii.

On the quay side of the port where her airship docks Lady Sally meets with her agent in Naples, Signore Fellatio. It’s clear he’s a member of the Camorra, much to the concern of Captain Wyndham, her airship pilot.

He had good reason because the Camorra were a criminal secret society, renowned for their control over the city of Naples…and their brutality. They were a kind of Neapolitan mafia. They orchestrated criminal activities – smuggling, blackmail and extortion and corrupted local politicians and public officers. Not that this would bother Lady Sally! As she says – if…

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Fantasies, spankings and the BBC

Studying a Creative Writing module for the Open University is a lot harder than I anticipated. I thought, yeah it will be fine. It will be fun! I’ve got plenty of material to use. Nah. I’ve really struggled this year. Possibly because I decided to go full-time and do a Worlds of English module at the same time. (Turns out I’m not as much of a grammar Nazi as Hubby thinks I am.) But anyhoo, the last assignment, the EMA, is to write the opening of a novel. I have plenty of unpublished works to choose from, but none of them seem appropriate. I’m pretty sure the OU are looking for something more literary than a sex scene. It’s okay though, because there is always that fantasy series I’ve been working on for about three years now, right? Wrong.

Unless you have sat down and actually tried to write a fantasy novel, there is no way I can describe how much of a ball-ache it really is. Fantasy – you can make shit up, yeah? I thought so too. But wow, so much has been done, it’s difficult to find an original story idea for a start. At least with romance, nobody cares that a particular trope has been done to death. With romance I’ve always been a pantster writer, with fantasy it takes so much more planning. Timelines, family trees… My desk is just one giant notebook.

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So the OU may just have to deal with someone having their ass spanked, because I’m not sure I can come up with 2,500 words of something more intelligent.

Speaking of spanking… Today I found out that the most commonly used term to bring up my website and blog is “BDSM romance” which is interesting when you consider that the only two BDSM books I’ve written are Taking Care of Leah and A Different Kind of Therapy. All the others are technically classed as erotic romance, but have vanilla sex as opposed to anything remotely kinky. And even then, it has been commented that both TCoL and ADKoT aren’t really erotica, and barely scratch the BDSM world’s surface, as can be seen in reviews on Cara Sutra’s Pleasure Panel reviews, here and here. But maybe it’s a sign? Maybe I am supposed to write more in-depth books with regards to the kinkiness that is BDSM. It’s always been a fascination – remember that time I tried my hand at online domination? I still have foot fans and random people sending my alter-ego shoes. Maybe I need to research more. Of course this may be a problem consider the BBC are going to be following me around for a couple of days soon.

Did I not mention that? Yes, because I’m a student with the OU and a full-time writer and a full-time Mum, and walking dogs and volunteering at school, a member of the local PTA and a girl-guiding leader, they have decided to use me in one of their online learning videos. Eek! For 2 days at some point, I will have a camera and a director following me around and interviewing me. I don’t suppose they will want to watch me taking pictures of my feet and being social on websites like FetLife. So that will be fun.

But back to the grindstone. Books don’t write themselves, and neither do EMA’s. When my last assignment (a short story) comes back, I might post it online for you all to read, for free.

A Different Kind of Therapy – An extract #bdsm #romance

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ISBN: 9781773391281

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Chapter One

Hayley peered up the tall building, a jutting tower of metal and glass in the middle of Knightsbridge. She swallowed the lump of apprehension that had built in her throat. A bitter cold wind blew through the streets, sending a shiver down her spine. Pushing her shoulders back, she stepped through the revolving door and headed straight for the sweeping reception desk. The heels of her black court shoes clacked as she walked across the tiled floor, catching the attention of the woman who sat behind her computer. She glanced up and gave Hayley a forced smile.

“Hayley Moore to see Adrian De Silva.” Hayley placed her handbag on the polished surface, garnering a raised eyebrow from the receptionist. Her pinched features made her look severe, not helped by the fact that her jet-black hair and been pulled back into a taut ponytail. The badge on her shirt labelled her as “Niamh”.

“Eighth floor, take a seat in the waiting room.”

“Thank you.”

Hayley looked over the names on the wall, while she waited for the lift to arrive. It appeared that D.S. Therapies took over the top two floors, with the rest being shared between lawyers, accountants, and other professional businesses. The doors pinged open and Hayley stepped in, only to be joined by an older woman dressed in a dark gray trouser suit, with a plunging white blouse. They both reached for the button, numbered “eight”.

“You have an appointment with Adrian too?” the woman asked. Her thin lips curved into a smile and she straightened her spine. “He’s good isn’t he?”

“I’ve never had the pleasure–”

“Oh, is it your first time? You won’t be disappointed.”

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Out Now—The Billionaire Shifter’s Secret Baby (Howls Romance #4) (Billionaire Shifters #4) by Diana Seere

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A masquerade ball in Malibu led to a single night of passion under the stars… and set the wheels of fate in motion.

Three years ago, waitress Kara Jablonski gave in to her wilder side with a fellow weretiger, the rock star billionaire Lars Jensen, a sun-kissed blond drummer with a viking’s build. Six weeks later, the pregnancy test came back positive.

Knowing Lars’ powerful, overbearing mother would be able to take the baby away, Kara did what she had to do.

She hid him.

Now chance has brought Lars back into her life, his touch making her pulse beat like the old legends. So strong, so loud, so bold.

So right.

But can she trust him to want more than another night under the stars? Can she trust him to claim his son as his heir… and Kara as his mate?

Fate responds with a roar…

The Billionaire…

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Poetry, hated

As many of you know, I’m currently taking my BA (Hons) Arts & Humanities through the Open University. As part of the Creative Writing module, I had to write 40 lines of poetry. My previous tutor (I’ve now changed groups) absolutely hated what I wrote. It’s cliched, uninspired, unimaginative, and all tell, no show. Apparently. So here it is for everyone to hate:

Gin & Tonic

 

The sharp silver blade slices through the jaundiced flesh,

making no meal of cutting through the corpse.

Sour blood drips from the wound, the bitterness infects all that surrounds it,

as insipid flesh is peeled from the pitted skin.

Hung throughout life.

Drawn and quartered in death.

Laid on the icy slab.

Drowned.

 

Heavy hands throttle. Twisting, turning at the wretched neck,

braced for the inevitable spill of pretty thoughts.

Innards, cool and light, trickle down, splish-splashing as they hit the bottom,

of the clear well, meant as a means of containment.

Fused and joined.

Sweet scents meld together.

Laid on the icy slab.

Drunk.

 

 

Writing Poetry

 

Begin with a word, now choose another,

be the word’s mistress, don’t be its lover.

Bend it and twist it, do what you will,

out of your fingertips, let the words spill.

Find the words meaning and find it again,

snap it and crush it, and kill it and when,

you’ve found the right word that you want to use,

scratch it. Start again. Adore the abuse.

 

Find your beginning, a middle and end,

find some nouns and verbs and let them all blend.

Mix them all into a witch-worthy brew,

just leave them to be, and let the words stew.

Abandon your ink blots, start a new page,

unleash your dragons, your love, and your rage.

Once you are finished, you’re done and you’re through,

kill all of your darlings, then start anew.

 

Let the ink flow, until your pen’s run dry,

there’s nowhere to go, no tears left to cry.

Have you revealed yourself, hidden away,

seen the bleak night turn into a bleak day?

Family forgot you even existed.

Are all those scrounged words, humbled and twisted?

And have you chewed off less than was bitten?

The answer’s yes. It’s poetry written.

Here, there, everywhere…

To say that I started 2017 with the plan of not planning, it’s certainly been a busy couple of months. A Different Kind of Therapy is out and doing well (whaddya mean you haven’t bought a copy? Click here, buy it.) Seven Dirty Words has been dropped to 99p / 99c for Tirgearr Publishing’s fifth birthday. (Lots of prizes to be won. Click here for that!) And I’m still writing, writing, writing! So blogging has taken a backseat while I work on my resolution of being more organised. I realise the irony in this.

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I have some new aims for 2017. It’s the year I turn 35. I always promised myself that this would be the year that I hit the best seller’s list, and while I’m not doing badly when it comes to sales, that coveted title is still out of reach. So despite not having plans, I do have lots of work to do! Market, market, market.

I’m pretty determined to make that dream come true. At 29, I promised myself that I would have a book published before I turned 30. And I did. Seven Dirty Words was originally published five years ago by Rocking Horse Publishing before being taken over by Tirgearr, two years later. So there is no reason why I shouldn’t see my name listed in the Sunday Times or similar, within the next six months. Here’s hoping anyway! If you’re reading this, you’re reading it for a reason – hopefully because you enjoy my work. I would be ever so grateful if you would help me reach my goal, and share links to my books. Which sort of brings me around to my other not-planned-in-any-way plan for 2017. A street team.

I’ve heard good and bad things about having a street team, but I’ve decided that it’s probably about time that I set one up. What is a street team? It’s essentially a group of readers who plug the work of the author. I’m currently working on creating team kits, including bookmarks, business cards, flyers, magnets, and other bits & pieces, including a bag to carry it all in that will be sent out to members who sign up to join me. Have an idea for popular SWAG? Want to sign up? Email me: charlotte@charlottehowardauthor.co.uk

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As I said, Seven Dirty Words is currently on sale as well, to support Tirgearr Publishing’s fifth birthday. This won’t be the last sale of the year for my books, however I won’t be reducing the prices as frequently as I have in the past. To combat this, I will be running more giveaways though! The first giveaway will be held once my Facebook page reaches 1,000 likes. So get sharing if you want to be in with a chance to win a copy of one of my books!

I’ve been asked if I’m writing a third part to the Words series. In short, no. I’m sorry, but Paige’s story is finished. However, I am working on several more novels – one of which will definitely be part one of a lengthy series.

So, for a not planned, relaxed 2017, I seem to be very busy! Hopefully I will, at some point, find the chance to finish a novel and maybe get some reading in myself.

Back online!

Oh my goodness. This past month has been hard. I know it’s a “First World Problem”, but living a month without any landline, limited internet access (what I could get on my crappy iPhone 5s) and freeview TV has been an absolute nightmare. Freeing, but a nightmare all the same.

Why a nightmare? I am enslaved by technology. My whole business is online. From my alter-ego “Miss Lottie” to my writing and blogging, everything is online. I had a new book come out on the 29th December, and I was completely unable to do anything when it came to promotions and marketing. (PLEASE, visit Evernight Publishing and check out my latest novella!) I have been unable to promote or market any of my other books, other than a few hit and miss Facebook posts. And uni work… Oh. My. God. Uni work. I do a course through the Open University and the majority of it is online, so writing up assignments without access to the forums and tutorial notes has been beyond difficult.

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The new book

But, I’m back online now, and desperate to catch up. If you include the fact that I had Christmas off, I have two months worth of crap to catch up on, including fan mail, general emails, marketing, promoting, sales, writing, assignments, editing, transcriptions, and so much more.

Thank you everyone for your patience while I endeavour to pull myself back into the 21st Century!