Monthly Archives: January 2015

Special Tutoring Box Set

The box set is here: Special Tutoring Box set. All the ‘For her Grades’ stories are now together in this one bundle. More than 10,000 words with the adventures of the teacher of French Saul Hampton. ‘Special Tutoring Box Set’ has been released on Amazon and is now available for purchase or to download through Kindle Unlimited:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00SK8QR9MSpecialTutoringboxset

For the first time in one bundle: the Special Tutoring stories as one set!
Read about how Saul Hampton offers his students a way to pass his course during private lessons at his house.

In this bundle you’ll find:

Anything for her Grades
Everything for her Grades
Anyhow for her Grades

Full-time Amateur to Full-time Pro

Last weekend I read ‘The Art of War’ by Steven Pressfield (http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1319.The_War_of_Art). It was both a kick in the butt and inspiration.warofart_book

I recognised everything he had to say about the ‘Resistance’, which is that part of you that prefers to keep things the old way. The part of you that convinces you to just watch one more episode of … fill in the blank. And the part of you that convinces you that you’re never going to make it as a writer anyway. Why would you? There are thousands of people out there better equipped than you, better adapt at writing, more disciplined, etc etc.

The Resistance is very strong in me. It sounds like Star Wars, but no, it’s not a good thing. For years I’ve listened to it. Every day. I’ve quit writing for longer periods, because ‘the right story hadn’t come to me’. Little did I know that true inspiration is something you need to go looking for, that doesn’t just come to you while watching TV and playing video games if you’re never close to any sheet of paper. So yeah, I was feeling pretty good about myself so far. I’ve been fighting my procrastination habits, been writing at least once a week.

Yeah, once a week. Pressfield distinguishes between amateurs and pros. Guess which one I belong to in his definition? I’m a full-blown amateur. I don’t show up for work every day. I mean, I do with my day job, but not with my writing profession. After a long day’s work, I usually think: I’m too tired to write now. Nothing good will come of it. I have no inspiration (still). That he classified me as an amateur bothered me. A lot.

The past year I’ve been taking my writing more and more seriously. I have now published seven stories and am going to make this my full-time profession. Why am I not making this my number-one priority? I’m slightly afraid it’s still Resistance. Maybe my writing is good enough, but I have zero to none marketing skills. How can I sell books? Where do I get reviews? It’s never going to work anyway.

But here I am now. After a long and tiresome day at work I’m writing this post. I even wrote 300 words to my story. I updated my Twitter. I am working as a Pro. Last weekend I made the decision: from full-time Amateur to full-time Pro.

What balance?

This week has been hard on me. I feel like I keep whining here, and I should write more positive posts. I will. Soon. I hope.

Depositphotos_60867129_originalI keep struggling with the question how to distribute my time between work, writing and marketing my writing. The past couple of days I have had zero inspiration, so writing has been really hard. Work also asked a lot of time from me, so that’s where most of my energy went. The problem is that no matter how hard I work at my day job, they don’t see the difference. Or they see it but just don’t acknowledge it.

With my writing I can tell what I have done and what is the result. Last week my activity was low on Twitter and I can immediately tell the difference with the week before when I was active daily. I did have a cartoon version of me made to use on Twitter and Amazon. I also finished my Special Tutoring series with the release of ‘Anyhow for her Grades’. I’m really proud of that achievement.

On the one hand I feel like I should produce content. On the other hand I need to promote my current books and make sure I put out new stuff. And writing still feels good, even a rambling piece of text like this. I guess it’s something all new Indie-authors struggle with. I hope one day I’ll find a balance. Right now I keep doing what feels best to me. Following my heart seems to be the best strategy there is.

Anyhow for her Grades

The final instalment in the series ‘Special Tutoring’ is here! This book is a follow-up to the second book ‘Everything for her Grades’ and continues to follow the adventures of thAnyhowforherGradese teacher of French Saul Hampton. ‘Anyhow for her Grades’ has been released on Amazon and is now available for purchase or to download through Kindle Unlimited:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00S4ECR0U

Simone was failing both French and Math. Would Saul be able to teach this sassy girl a lesson, together with his dark-skinned colleague Nigel?

Excerpt ‘Quench his Thirst’

I love vampires. I’m a big fan of True Blood and I have tried several times to write a vampire story myself. I usually failed, but this time I succeeded. The inspiration came to me when I was at a performance of one of my favourite bands: Corvus Corax. They have this one slow song called ‘Mille Anni Passi Sunt’ (a thousand years have passed). I always thought it was a bit boring, since it’s a slow song. But this time the singer explained that it was about vampires. That caught my attention!

During the performance the singer let out a menacingQuenchHisThirst ‘vampire laugh’ and that’s when the basics for this story came to me. A few weeks later I was at a different festival and I witnessed a telling of a dark story. I can’t remember which story, but it was a dark 19th century tale about a curse in a building. That’s when my inspiration added a few more of the details to this story. I think it turned out dark and yet very hot. I loved to write the sadistic side of this vampire. I hope you’ll enjoy it too.

The book is free to read through Kindle Unlimited and available for purchase here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RN7TP40

Free excerpt from the story:

Warning! This story is for adults only and not for
the faint of heart!

He went outside and stretched. He loved the feel of the cold night’s air on his skin. He couldn’t remember what it was like to feel the sun on his skin, but he enjoyed the moonlight. Especially now that it was almost full moon he could feel the rays of the darkened light. He sprinted through the woods. He felt free. When he neared the outskirts of the city he caught the scent of a woman. Humans knew vampires were around and usually staid inside during the night, or at least in company of others. This woman was alone, he sensed no one near them. He didn’t have to be fed yet, but this was too good an opportunity to let pass by.

He sauntered over to where she was.

“Good evening.” He nodded to her.

“Oh hey.” He smelled her fear. Good, that made the taste of her blood even stronger. Her hair was in a tight ponytail, yet she made the movement of putting a lock of her hair away. She had large brown eyes and dark hair.

“Are you all right, miss?” She sniffed.

“Yes, thank you.” She tried to walk away from him. Of course he followed her. This game was even more fun than the actual catching of the prey.

“Anything I could help you with?”

“No, thanks.” She turned around to offer him an apologetic smile and that’s when he had her. He locked his eyes on hers.

“Undress yourself and offer yourself to me.” She nodded slowly. “Do it now.”

She unbuttoned her coat and continued to take off all her clothing until she was naked. Her demeanor was that of resignation.

“Good, now offer yourself.” He was curious to see what she would do. Everyone seemed to have a different interpretation. She lay down on the ground and spread her legs. He was surprised. Most women just offered their necks. He would indulge her on this last night of her life. He lay down on top of her. With his hand he guided his cock into her. She was definitely not ready for him. She moaned in protest. He didn’t mind. After a few thrusts she was lubricated enough to make it somewhat enjoyable.

It was time. He sank his fangs into her neck. She screamed in pain, but there was no one to help. Her warm blood tasted good to him. She tasted young, healthy. He wasn’t very hungry, but now his instincts took over. While sucking the blood out of his prey, he rammed his hard cock deep into her body. Her screams subsided. He let go of her neck to shift his position.

“Please,” she whispered.

 

I Found Myself, Now What?

Depositphotos_59030045_klein2015 has begun. I wanted to talk about New Year’s Eve, but there’s actually very little to tell. My husband and I sat on the couch and watched TV and ate too many snacks. And yes, I drank some alcohol, but I was far from drunk. And I haven’t even cried this time that my deceased parents didn’t call me. That is something that I have done the past couple of years, but this time I was just sad, but not sad enough to cry.

I did cry a lot this week, but for different reasons. The past couple of months I’ve been trying to ‘find myself’. I hate the term. It’s so new-agey and something I associate with rich white girls who have too much money and too much time. I don’t have much money and my time is limited because of my job. I work in retail. I hate it. That is why I cried so much.

The past couple of weeks I have discovered that this is what I want to do, this is what really fits me. Writing erotica, publishing it, reading other people’s work, Twitter, everything. I’ve been writing erotica for almost twenty years now, so that’s not new. I’ve never considered doing it for a living though. And now that I am working on that career, it makes my day job a thousand times harder.

How am I supposed to get up at 5:30 in the morning and be expected to function like a normal human being for the next eight to ten hours? How can I smile and be polite to people who assume my brains are the size of a grape? Why do I need to be friendly to people when I need to suspect every one of them to be stealing and cheating, even the sweet old little ladies? Why do I get chided for every little thing that I do wrong, and never complimented for something I do right?

I am writing and publishing and making a little money from writing. That feels spectacular. I get butterflies in my stomach every time I sell a book. Writing stories makes me feel calm. Writing this relieves me. But it’s going to take at least another two years till I make enough to quit my day job. We’re going to move to another house to cutback on our mortgage, but that’s going to take at least another year. Sometimes it feels endless and hopeless.

When I started publishing I vowed I wasn’t going to be a negative whiney presence on the web. I’ve had friends like that on Facebook and in the end I unfriended them, because I couldn’t take the negativity. Let’s just say that I hope one day my life in its current form will end. That I will be able to quit my day job, or at least this one. And until that day I will just have to bear with it and make the best of it, any way that I can.

Sometimes while cleaning at work I’ll smile to myself. Some anonymous person has just bought my vampire horror story and is now jacking off to some weird fantasy I wrote. Then I look at the customers and colleagues around me and think: if only you knew…

Quench his Thirst

My first horror release is out! It’s not a love story, a thousand year old vampire has nothing to do with love. He only wants nurture and pleasure, at all costs.  ‘Quench his Thirst’ has been released on Amazon and is now available for purchase or to download through Kindle Unlimited:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RN7TP40

QuenchHisThirst

 

A thousand year old vampire. He is hungry, bored of life and filled with lust.

Vera runs into him at the wrong time at the wrong place. For her.
He intends to play with her. Will she be able to quench his thirst?