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Spice Up Your Sex Life …with Urban Dictionary

14 Jan

I love Urban Dictionary. I probably spend more time on there than is wise, but I just keep coming back.  There are some really whacked out things on the site, but I think I can try to work a few of the tamer entries into some of my subs this year.  You too can spice up your erotic romance with such winners as:

1. Booblet: Of or pertaining to a small breast.

Pike tongued Moxie’s booblet. It was true. More than a mouthful was a waste.

2. Yestergay: A gay man now in a heterosexual relationship.

Jay rolled his eyes at Stuart.  ”Guess since you’ve gone all yestergay on me, you won’t be joining me at the ManHole anymore. Your hotpants will be missed.”

3. Switch Hit:  The sexual act when two couples are fucking in the same room and they switch partners. Normally, resulting in high fives from both males.

Billy signaled Gabe that it was time to switch. The two men fist bumped as they passed on the way to fuck each other’s wives.

4. Coming Home for Thanksgiving: Having an Orgasm

Charla braced herself as Anthony pounded between her thighs.  She threw her head back and screamed, “Tony, oh, Tony, I’m Coming Home for Thanksgiving!” 

5. Hollywood Loaf: A half erect penis

Kyle held his jacket in front of him, hoping to hide his Hollywood Loaf from Gina. How in the hell would he explain getting a hard on at a miner museum?

Ok, clearly those need some work, but why not used the random button to spice up your sex life?

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Sasha

Who invites you too see what her name means on Urban Dictionary, but warns you that your name might not fair so well.  If you want to hear more of Sasha’s ramblings, visit her at www.sashadevlin.com or follow her on Twitter @SashaDevlin

Clean Slate Confessions

31 Dec

I guess looking back at it, we were raised in a superstitious house. We toss salt over our shoulders if it spilled, went out of our way to avoid the path of black cats and never spoke ill of the dead JUST IN CASE.

When it came to New Years Eve, the house was cleaned with a fervor most people reserve for spring cleaning. All the laundry was done so the only unclean clothes were the ones on our bodies. And all grooming was done to runway-ready perfection. All by midnight.

The idea was to begin the year as you meant to continue and I’ve kept up with this tradition even though I know it doesn’t necessarily mean my year is going to continue in that way. So this year, I’m adding something new: confessing a few of my “sins” in hopes that releasing them will allow for a bigger, better, brighter year.

1.  I don’t worry about people liking me — I’m fairly likable – but I give birth to irate puppies when I know people are reading my books. This includes my editor. I’m still not sure my words won’t blind someone.

2. I’m still quietly stalking Kim Knox. I have been for the past two years. I’ve never met her but I’m convinced she’s got an adorable smile and smells like gardenias. My secret motto is still “be more like Kim.” Guess this is no longer a secret.

3. I am still a swear machine. If scientists could figure out how to harness the power of my swears into energy, I could reverse global warming all by my onesie. The good news is that I have a really strong filter (so not around children, churches, schools, professional settings) and that it’s typically confined to my car.

4. I wasted a lot of time on toxic writer relationships. So much time I wish I could collect and repurpose to something more constructive — even watching paint dry would be a better use of that time.

5. I read WAY more than I write. I easily read more than 100 books this year, some of which are favorites that I’ve read multiple times. I don’t want to become one of those writers who say they don’t read — I personally think that’s stupid — but I hope to make it a bit more even next year.

Wow. Feels a bit like standing on stage in my underpants for the world to see, but confession is supposed to be good. I guess only time will tell.

From all the Passionistas, have a Safe & Happy New Year!

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Sasha

Who hopes your read responsibly in the New Year.  If you want to hear more of Sasha’s ramblings, visit her at www.sashadevlin.com or follow her on Twitter @SashaDevlin

 

The Games We Play

3 Dec

I don’t always remember what sparks a story, but I clearly remember what brought about the kernel of my latest release? People always refer to the game of love, but what happens when lovers actually play games?

I knew it wasn’t going to be Tetris (my fave game but too solitary) or chess (I’ve stalemated or lost every game I’ve played) or Monopoly (too likely to end in bloodshed), but what about Truth or Dare?

It’s an innocent game that has the potential to turn completely raunchy in a blink. It also has to the power to make shy, rational types throw caution out the window and channel their inner sexpot. Or so I’m told, I have no prior experience. *angelic face* Throw in a sexy, long time friend and feelings that have been brewing for years, and you have my latest release, Daniel’s Dare.

Daniel Rich and Kaitlyn Dow have been friends for fifteen years, and playing an increasingly outlandish game of Truth or Dare for nearly as long. In love with her friend for longer than she’d like to admit, Kaitlyn prefers to hide in the safety of truths she can guide away from embarrassing secrets. While ladies’ man Daniel can’t help but push Kaitlyn’s boundaries with bolder, sexier dares every chance he gets in hopes that he can finally get his friend to notice how he feels.

With her bed-and-breakfast overbooked, the two are forced to spend the night together. Under the twinkle of Christmas lights and the temptation of mistletoe, Daniel is ready to move their relationship to the next level. Kaitlyn suspects he’s still playing a game, and resigns herself to a one-night stand. But she’ll soon learn that Daniel is willing to risk any dare to get Kaitlyn to see the truth—that they belong together.

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Sasha

Hopes you Truth or Dare responsibly. If you want to hear more of Sasha’s ramblings, visit her at www.sashadevlin.com or follow her on Twitter @SashaDevlin

My Bestie Is the Bestie

26 Nov

Sometimes I struggle for a topic to blog about, but I’ve known for weeks what I was going to write about today: my best friend, Pam. Thursday was Thanksgiving and today is actually her birthday and if that’s not a sign, I don’t know what is. This is us exactly:

 

Though we’re relatively young, we’ve been friends for twenty years.  I do believe I could call her at 4am and tell her to bring a shovel and some garbage bags, and she’d be on her way. We’ve weathered break ups, back stabbings and various booze filled shenanigans and we’re still the best of friends.  This is a person who has truly seen me at my worse and still forgave me for spanking her brother.  Yeah, I said it.

She’s the sister I would have chosen if I had been consulted on such things and some days I swear she’s more proud of my books than I am. I haven’t written her into any of my them, but I always give my MC kick ass best friends. Depending on the story, they might not make it on the page, but they are always there and I feel like it’s a silent wink and a nod in her direction.

Which is kind of how we roll. We don’t go for the big gestures, until we do. HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAMMEH!

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Sasha

To hear more of Sasha’s ramblings, visit her at www.sashadevlin.com or follow her on Twitter @SashaDevlin

 

Nucking Futs NaNo-er

5 Nov

I’m one of them. A November Word Warrior. Or in less glamorous terms, a Nucking Futs NaNo-er.  For most people participating in NaNoWriMo, November is the only time they write a book.  It’s easy to get caught in the romance and excitement of a creative endeavor.

But I write all year long and have no excuse for my frenzy. There’s just something about the energy of thousands of nameless people all over the world trying to write that gets me going.

It doesn’t matter that I have other WIPS that need TLC. It doesn’t matter that I have a billion and half other things going on for the month of November. I’ve committed to writing 50,000 new words on (in my case) two new projects and I’ll see it through to the end.

There will be zero word count days, sleepless nights and the uncontrollable desire to recruit anyone and everyone I meet to the cause. There will be less than healthy snacks, stories that zig instead of the zag and undiluted manic-panic that comes from creating on a clock.

My, but I do love the smell of word count in the morning.  Who’s with me?

Sasha

I haz a new crush

22 Oct

In the world of writers, I consider myself relatively normal.  Well as normal as you can get when you spend quite a bit of time hanging out with imaginary people.  I’m not a hermit, don’t have arguments in the grocery store with my characters and I’ve never accidentally called a boyfriend by a hero’s name.

But I have a confession. It pains me to admit it, but I’m sweaty-palmed, weak-kneed, gaga over the hero in my latest WIP, Derrick Pike.  I’ve written yummy before (Cooper), angsty and in need of love (Jaren) and just too damn charming for my own good (Daniel). But Pike is a different animal.

He’s uber Alpha, hard bodied and oh so sexy, even when he’s just driving his car.  The type of man I’d admire from a far, but never approach.  I’m spending a lot of time with him of late and I swear I can feel him in my brain watching me and occasionally, throwing me a wink. *shivers*

I’ve never had this experience with a character of my own creation and it makes me nervous.  Here’s hoping I can get this WIP finished quickly and can share Pike with you soon.

Sasha

The Big Yes

8 Oct

Some might think it’s not as exciting as the Big O, but authors know better.  When I was younger and knew nothing about publishing I gave myself the arbitrary deadline of being published by age 30 or I would quit.

This time last year, I was over my self imposed deadline by over a year, had only finished three projects and had never submitted anything.  A friend of mine told me about a blog contest then cajoled, bribed, threatened and verbally assaulted me until I caved in. My master plan was to get the planets to align so that I won a critique.

My first finished project. My first contest.  My first submission of any kind. And holy shnizzdoddles I frickin won! I clearly recall sitting in my car, reading that contest win email 6 times and screaming like a total lunatic. Paranoid princess that I am, I managed not to fully believe it until I saw the news tweeted.

It would take me nearly 3 months to get it clean enough to send in and get another Yes, this time for a contract.  I have no words to describe the epic victory dance that commenced after that one!

That first Yes has lead to some of the craziest (but most rewarding) moments of my life.  I’ve had my first book release, weathered reviews,  enjoyed lovely royalty checks, sold a second book and even met a fan at Romanticon11!  All due to my contest win.

Dreams coming true taste like candy and I can’t wait for this year’s winner to get a taste.

Good Luck!

Sasha Devlin

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