Friday, December 31, 2010

Luscious Poems by Reine Amodeo

Indigo Skye: Ink and Art
Welcomes Poet Reine Amodeo

Reine Amodeo is a poet, singer and songwriter. She takes energies and lessons and transforms them into poetry. Amodeo grew up on Long Island, New York.  After becoming homeless with three kids, she began to share her life lessons in a blog and book.  She hopes to inspire others to shine and keep going through all the trials to see the blessings.

A few words from the author:

"My book is called Soul Words.  All the proceeds go to the Make A Wish Foundation. I have been very lucky to also have a very gifted musician turn my poems into music. He is a very well known indie artist- Sean T. Wright.  We called the project Seahorse EchoToday I live on the South Shore of LI at the seaside and am working on a few more projects online and another book to come!"

Come To Me

By Reine Amodeo

In the lush water, clung to my outline,

Running down my aching breasts; they swell to the touch, Imagination’s kiss.

Breath is deep, I bite my lip, my fingers slip down till I groan and whisper.

Body flushed, eyes shut, raven hair wet and stuck to my face, I begin to trace between my legs deeply.

Would you taste me?

Would you play with me?

Run your tongue across my thighs, as I pull you in tight.

Let me explore you, my mouth would adore you, with every lick.

Watch me closely, as I bend over you; tease you and taunt you to kiss my feet.

Hands on my ass, pull me down fast;

I scream as you’re thrusting, my legs wrapped around your waist; I feel you pulse our hearts race.

Your lap is drenched with my sweetness pouring, inside me filled with your delicious release.

Come to me, in astral planes

Let's live out this fantasy…

The Purpose

By Reine Amodeo

Search, seek, ask, wait for the answer.

Mission, transition, submission to the flow.

Dilate, relate, complicate existence.

Move forward, step back, fear and desire are common axis.

We grasp.

Universal coalition, came by a slit in the time continuum.

Born of the stars, work at the gate, connecting like souls as they spin and vibrate.

The Universe is alive, it reaches and thrives as we sleep.

We come as a dream, oh how does one wake?

Slowly, mindfully, compassionately, softly.

That is why time is in place, to set the pace.

If you force the change, your mind gets deranged,

There is reason for everything.

Do not tamper the laws, human flaw wants results fast.

Make your lessons here last, relish with reverence the cause.

There is beauty, tranquility, unity, serendipity.

There is thought, action, reaction, satisfaction.

Progressions, regression, transmutation, revelation.

All part of being.

Blind and seeing, present and lost in the self.

Ego is a shelf we sit covered in illusions.

Then comes truth.

The greatest question of mankind.

What shall we find in the mist of it all?

Mystery, complexity, diversity, honesty.

The book of life has no end.

Scrolled across the levels of light, eternity writes the script.

What is thy purpose?

All of IT

I'll be featuring more of Ms. Amodeo's fantastic poetry in 2011.  Stay tuned to Indigo Skye: Ink and Art for details.  Can't get enough of that steamy stuff?  Get in Touch with Reine online!

Visit her blog at:

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"I see the lights, I see the party lights..." 

Wishing my Followers and Fans A Safe and Sexy New Year's Eve!!!
I'll be Ringing in 2011 with a Bang...

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Warm Up Your Winter Nights with "Strangerlove," A Sizzling Free Read by Justine Elyot

Indigo Skye: Ink and Art
Welcomes Author Justine Elyot

Justine Elyot never thought she'd see her name on a book, but somehow she has two on the top shelves now. On Demand was the last ever full-length book to be printed by the legendary Black Lace, while The Business of Pleasure is her first - but not last - outing with Xcite Books. Additionally, she has had short stories and novellas published by Black Lace, Xcite, Cleis Press, Total E-Bound and Noble Romance. She leans towards the kinky side of things. The left-hand side. The sinister.


By Justine Elyot

Do you ever ask yourself, “How did I get here?”

I mean, of course I know how I got here – I bought a ticket and jumped on a train; easily done, although the destination on the front said Waterloo when it should have been The Unknown. But how did Adela Howard go from being a nice girl who dates losers to a woman who is prepared to meet a stranger in a hotel for no-strings sex? That is a bigger question altogether.

This is the right hotel, I think. The Luxe Noir, a big, intercontinental type of place. For the ninetieth time I recheck the email on my phone.

“Hotel Luxe Noir, Reception, 5.00 pm sharp. Give your name at Reception. Bring only yourself; we will provide everything else you need.

StrangerLover – the enigmatic mastermind behind I think back to how Gabe described it – a dating agency in reverse.

“None of the awkward smalltalk, none of the waiting by the phone, none of the wildly promising dates that lead to disappointing sex and the inevitable hunt for an exit tactic.” The blurb had made it sound exactly what I needed.

I look back; the taxi is still there. I could jump back in. I am under no obligation to go through with this…but if I don’t, I will wonder forever where this might have led. Before I can think myself out of it, I take a brisk trot up the steps and across the lobby towards the Reception desk. The girl behind it allays my fears with her complicit smile; its warmth persuades me that I am safe and all will be well. “Room 344,” she tells me. The Unknown has a number.

The door of 344 is opened by a woman. I stand staring at her perfect skin and glossy dark hair for a stunned moment before she smiles and ushers me in, showing me to a chair before seating herself opposite.

“Hello, Adela. I’m so pleased you could make it. Before you take fright, I should explain that I am not your match for the evening – I am simply a facilitator.”

I leak out a punctured laugh. “Oh…ah. I see.”

“My role is to make sure that you are completely aware of the rules and happy with them. Do you understand, Adela, that you can call off the meeting at any time?”


“There is a panic button behind the headboard on the right if it should come to it – but let me reassure you that this has never happened before, and we are extremely careful about who we will accept on to our database. We have every confidence that you will be a very satisfied customer today.”  She smiles conspiratorially and I giggle. I am very, very nervous.  “Now I must just run through our few rules one final time, Adela. You understand that neither of you must give your name or any personal details to your match?”

“Yes, I read that.”

“If you are happy with the outcome and want to see your match again, you may make arrangements to do so through the website. We do ask you not to reveal personal details until you have enjoyed five successful encounters. Then, if you both wish, you may continue your relationship in private. If you decide to do this, do please let us know at the site. We love success stories.”

She stands, smiling again, and gestures me up with one elegant hand.

“I am going to go now, Adela, but I have one last stipulation. For this first meeting, we always ask that our clients wear a blindfold.”

“Really? Why?” I widen my eyes as the woman produces a length of black satin from her expensive clutch.

“We at StrangerLove believe that sexual compatibility runs much deeper than looks. You might remember from our application form that we did not ask any questions about your preferences on the basis of appearance. We simply asked what you found sexy in a man. We believe we have found you the perfect match, but we would be so very disappointed if some trivial prejudice against, say, moustaches or ginger hair caused you to miss the lover of your lifetime.”

“Are you saying this man has a ginger moustache?”

She laughed. “No. I am not saying that. I think you know what I am saying.”

I nod slowly. In a way, this is a huge relief. I had no idea how I was going to meet his eyes anyway. She moves behind me and I shut my eyes obediently, allowing her to fasten the stretchy material around my head until I am freed from the distraction of sight.

I allow her to lead me to the bed and perch me on its side. Two of her fingertips rest, coldly and briefly, on my cheek before she wishes me a very gentle good evening. The door clicks and I am alone.

In enforced darkness, I am aware of the cling of my blouse and a stiffness at the back of my neck. I try not to breathe, training my ears to pick up any and every sound, but the room is quite quiet. After a long time, which could be five minutes, or less, or more, I put my hands up to my face, thinking I might remove the blindfold and leave.

It is then that a tiny click and creak from the direction of the ensuite bathroom causes my shoulders to jump. It really is the faintest of sounds, but to my taut nerves it is a thunderous roar. What do I hear? A swishing sound, and the fibres of the carpet flattened by footsteps. The room is warm, but my skin goosepimples at a wavelet of air at my front. I hear more swishing, which I guess is my mystery match crouching down on his haunches. I work hard on keeping my back straight and my mouth from wobbling. The gentlest suggestion of heat radiates from the solid presence before me; I find I am guessing at height and build just from this. Tall, I think, and broad.

I sense the hand moving towards me before it makes contact with my skin. To my shame, I flinch as it touches my cheek, exactly the spot that the woman had chosen earlier.

“Ah. You are here.”

The voice is seated somewhere deep in his chest. He sounds educated, professional, successful, perhaps a bit sporty. A hint of self-deprecating humour lurks behind the spoken message. Strange how much you can deduce from four words, when you cannot see.

“Did you think I wouldn’t come?” I ask. There is a pause, during which I imagine he is making the same guesses and estimates as I just did.

“I never assume,” he says. “I’m glad I’ve found you though, before I broke my shin on something.”

I giggle. “This is strange.”

“Stranger,” he says. “Shall we save the talking for later? If that’s all right with you?”

“It’s…” I trail off. Even though I know the drill, it is still surreal to be living it. I feel as if I should apologise for my shameful lusts, or qualify them. “I suppose we should.”

“If you have cold feet, you have only to say so,” he says. He reaches blindly for one of my hands and finds it. “Though these are warm enough.”

“No. I don’t want to back out. You seem…right.”

“Good. Talk later then.” He puts a finger to my lips and drags it along, first the lower, then the upper, before pulling me suddenly to my feet and into a kiss.

Not the kind of first kiss I am used to; this is more like the third or fourth – the ‘in your stride’ kiss, the ‘I can’t wait to get you to bed’ kiss, the ‘I know my way around your mouth’ kiss. Full-lipped and confident, my unknown ravisher presses me to his body, which is naked apart from a satiny dressing gown of some kind. I move my hands up beneath it and my knuckles glide against the sheeny fabric while my fingertips explore his pectoral muscles, his strong back, his shoulders. I am having to crane my neck to engage in this kiss, so I am right about the height, and his hand feels large and hot and possessive on the back of my head, holding it still under the insistent pressure of his tongue.

There are wiry hairs around his nipples and a scar at the shallow inlet between ribcage and pelvis. I investigate intently, trying to fix his body in my memory, moving down to his hips. He breaks the kiss and places a hand on mine, halting its downward quest.

“You’re still dressed,” he whispers.

He knows how to undress a woman in the dark, and that really impresses me. He does not forget my cuffs, or try to pull my shirt over my head or wrench my skirt down without looking for the button – elementary things that so many men seem to lack the instinct for. He moves in for another thorough scouring of my mouth once he has me down to bra and knickers, and his hands are everywhere, unpredictable in their pattern, rough and hot against my skin while his forearms tighten around my back, jolting me hard against him.

He has a smell about him that is not too fragrant; when I rub my nose into his neck I can discern London fumes, coffee, sweat and arousal beneath the delicate aftershave, although it is becoming more difficult to distinguish between my aroma and his. I am melting against him, my bones softening and my sex liquefying as the neverending kiss finds depths beyond those I have ever imagined. We are connected by touch, no more than that, and yet it is so strong.

His thumb yanks the cup of my bra down so that a stiff nipple pops out; he gives my lips a final nip before moving his head down and lapping greedily at my breast. My hands work through his hair – short, thickish, neatly trimmed – while I begin to moan encouragement. The other nipple is redeemed from neglect, and then his hand slips through the waistband of my knickers, pausing slightly as if for permission, which I give by thrusting my hips upwards. His fingers rush downhill to their lush destination, sliding luxuriantly around in the welcoming wetness. I take the opportunity to remove one hand from his hair and stroke the stiff length that has been denting my stomach. Its proportions are more than respectable, I find. I encompass it with one hand, rub a thumb over the rounded head and squeeze.

“Oh God,” he gasps, releasing my nipple from his mouth and tumbling me down on to the bed. He wrenches off my underwear, splays my thighs and drops down to devour my juices. His chin grazes my thighs and lower lips with incipient stubble, stoking the fires between my legs while his tongue probes and flicks, sucking on my clit as if it is manna in the desert. Two, then three, fingers stretch my opening, rotating and scissoring until the stimulation becomes painful, then unbearable, then blissful and I lose myself in the starburst of orgasm.

I hear him growl, then chuckle, then his tongue, tasting of me, is in my mouth again, and then he is sitting up, getting something from his pocket.

“You’re good at that,” I say in a satiated purr, while the telltale stretch and snap of rubber sings in the air, an unambiguous sound that foretells my fate. He is going to fuck me now.

“Yes, I am,” he agrees immodestly. “I’m not bad at this either.”

He slings one leg over a shoulder, and then I am rigorously and unceremoniously shafted, pierced, penetrated, his hands cradling my bottom and pushing it further down and down and down on his seemingly endless cock. He manipulates my body with skill, finding the angles that sweeten the friction the most, filling me with sensation as if the excavations of his cock light up my secret passage. Every sense, barring sight, is stretched to its limit; the furious sounds, the salty tastes, the ripening smell of our mingled bodies, all leading towards the climactic flood that will roar and froth into every extremity. He holds himself off for as long as he can, mindful of my pleasure in a way that is so unfamiliar to me that I almost want to cry, until, fifteen minutes of thrusting and strumming and squeezing and gasping later, he can hold off no more.

We yell and shake and cling fast to one another under the cataract, swept off into a distant shore where only we exist for those few precious moments.

“We should do this again,” he says eventually.

“Yes. We should.”

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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Coming Attractions!

What's Blooming at Indigo Skye: Ink and Art in 2011?

Fabulous Photos...

Intimate Interviews...

Fantastic Free Reads...

And More of Dirk Deeper's Titillating Tales... 
Notes from Under the Desk will Return with a Bang in January!

I've just received word that our very own Dirk Deeper is hard at work on a brand-spanking-new story,  "One Hot Summer."  I've been working with him to hone it to perfection- you'll see the results of our efforts here soon.  Details are top secret, but I can tell you his new tale will heat up the coldest winter nights with some hot guy-on-guy action in a steamy summer-camp fantasy that left me...

Typing with Sticky Fingers

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Indigo Skye: Ink and Art Welcomes Angela Koh!

Poet Angela Koh

Angela Eun Ji Koh taught English in Seoul, Korea and became a translating assistant in Tokyo, Japan.  After teaching high school comparative literature in Santa Ana, she settled down in Irvine, California with her Manchester, Ari.  She is currently a freelancer for The Orange County Register newspaper. She is fluent in Korean, Japanese, and French. Her work has appeared in Juked, Susquehanna Review and will be featured in Northwestern's TriQuarterly for the Summer/Fall of 2011.

A Moment of Introspection...


by Angela Koh

My mother always loved the rain.

She loved the sharp edges of the stones washed with it

because she liked things clean.

It cleans every alley, she said.

God must like things clean. She was sure of this

more than the broken zippers

and the washed take-out boxes she saved in the pantry.

She loved to bleed.

I hope she finally found God’s cleaning in it.

Skipping Stones...


by Angela Koh


She's not a Lupae she-wolf outside the empire, but a baker's girl. Sometimes she sings and Roman soldiers shout out, "Ambubiae!" They need an outlet while away from their pregnant wives. Maybe prostitutes around tombs make money for Roman society. But baker girls make better bread than beds.

Birth Control

Girls would rather cake crocodile dung doused in honey into their canals. Or chew sweet acacia tree samplings. Sometimes sew sacks of cloths and leather thongs for their men. They could even decorate the glans condoms with snake skin and chimp intestines. Anything from pig bladder or pumpkin pigments to prevent pregnancy.


Men measure sex like Superbowl tickets. Blanchflower and Oswald say happiness gains from weekly bed games equate to fifty-thousand dollars a year. So sex makes money. Monogamous, married couples make regular sex. Maybe men invest in relationships to make regular money.

Strip Club

Strippers with estrus make more tips. Men sense estrus as signals of fertility and sex. It's clear like cats caterwauling in a clarion call for copulating. Only cycles in ovulation show estrus. Meanwhile, menstruating strippers make fewer tips.


Ball sacs look like two quail eggs wrapped in elbow skin. Then a beard grows along its ravine crevice. The coarse cords are more like branches than bushes. A Kundalini serpent is supposed to release sensate focus and sexual energy. But tantric sex and spoon breathing still make him look silly.


Molds dipped into liquid sap make latex stretch thin. Sturdy as surgical gloves; it's serious science. Semiskilled workers in assembly lines spray talcum powder on products to smooth and strengthen. Germans and Dutch pioneered slot machines for coin-operated condoms. Peddlers with portable cases of ties sold condoms hidden at the bottom.

Strike a Pose!

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Thursday, December 23, 2010

Bright Blossoms!

From My Neighborhood to Yours...

Extreme Close-Up:
Marigold from a Bee's-Eye View

Morning Glory in Full Bloom
The out-of-focus quality of some photos gives them a painterly, abstract effect

May Your Passion Bloom Wherever It's Planted!

Look, But Don't Touch:
Thistle in Bloom

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

An Exclusive Interview with Author Rebecca Bond

Rebecca Bond

Bewitched by the vibrancy of city life, Rebecca Bond currently resides in London with The Boy, her fella of eight years. Originally from the sleepy Fens, she uses a combination of urban and rural inspiration to carve stories steeped in fantasy. As long as there’s a good coffee house nearby and chocolate is always within reach Rebecca happily breezes through life and the hurdles it throws in her way.

By daylight Rebecca Bond is immersed in frantic city life working with the UK’s Law Enforcement officers, but by moonlight she uses her daily copperings to fuel her inner muse into creating erotic offerings, transforming mundane reality into exquisite fantasy.

Rebecca has works published on The Erotic Woman and Erotica for All websites, and in the recently released anthology Uniform Behaviour.

Q: Welcome to Indigo Skye: Ink and Art.  We're thrilled to have the chance to chat with such a talented young writer.  Readers are wondering, what's your favorite book to read in bed?

A: Anything of the steamy variety to get my imagination flowing – hopefully leading to a night full of delicious dreaming!

Q: If you had the chance to meet one of your characters, who would you choose for a sexy liaison and why?

A: It has to be the tough, bad boy from ‘Sin City’, a short story of mine appearing in the Uniform Behaviour anthology. He is so commanding and knows how to get what he wants. He’s sexy too, oh yes! So for that quick, rough, up-against-the-wall liaison it has to be him, my rugged perpetrator. However, I’m working on a longer piece at the moment with a leading man who I’d run to in an instant for those longer, more sensual romantic nights. Swoon.

Q: How did you first become interested in writing erotica?

A: I have long been an avid reader of the genre, loving the way it provokes thought and evokes the imagination. I just love the way that words can cause such wonderful feelings within you, feelings that help you escape to another world entirely.

I then started writing my own stories for an audience composed solely of myself. It’s then that I realised how vivid my imagination was and how much I enjoyed escaping to the places on the pages as I was creating a story. It all spiralled from there.

Q: What are you working on now- anything new on the horizon?

A: I’m working on a number of shorts and I’m nearly at the end of a novella – a romantic tale of rebirth and discovery with lots of yummy erotica on every page. I’m hoping to have it out there for the masses some time in 2011, but we’ll have to see what happens. In the meantime I’ll be submitting more pieces to various publishers so again, watch this space...

Q: What's the best way to relax after a gruelling day at the laptop?

A: That’s simple – three of life’s greatest, chocolate and sex- individually or all together, I’m not fussy!

Q: Does your family support your career choice?

A: No idea – they don’t know that I write this stuff, but my mum has been encouraging me for years to concentrate on getting published, so I’m sure she’d be happy for me despite my preferred genre. My partner and close friends all know though and they’ve been fantastically supportive.

Q: Weirdest place you've ever had sex...?

A: Gawd, I’m quite conventional really and tend to stick to the house, the hotel and so on. The sun-lounger on the beach by moonlight though – was quite the romantic experience.

Q: Just for fun- Do you have any tattoos?

A: I do, I have two! One on my lower back and one, which I designed myself, snaking along my foot and ankle. I absolutely love everything about tattoos – the whole process of being inked up really gets to me. I’d certainly love to get more, but I’m so indecisive I’ve no idea what to have done! Feel free to throw your suggestions my way...

Q: Rebecca Bond's Hot Tips for writing a steamy sex scene...

A: Write for yourself and no one else, chances are that if you find something hot then others out there will too. But concentrate on the feelings it evokes within you first, I often find that a story is more passionate when the initial interest and enthusiasm is there.

Q: Let's get our readers' pens moving- how about a sizzling writer's prompt to capture the imagination?

A: Erm...okay, how about this...

She wasn’t afraid of heights. But here, now, watching as the man in front of her scrutinised her naked form, a wicked smirk plastered on his face as he surveyed the ropes that bound her in place, whilst flying through the air at 45,000 feet above the ground, panic finally began to set in.

I’ve no idea where that came from so make of it what you will...

Q: Any final thoughts or words of inspiration?

A: The only person that will hold you back from achieving what you want is you, so be strong, be brave, take chances and go for it – it may just turn out to be the most exciting ride of your life!

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Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Coming Attractions...

Readers, you're in for a treat in 2011!  I've had an explosion of interest in my blog, and some new faces will be contributing work to my Guest Starring page in the new year. 

Author Rebecca Bond

Indigo Skye: Ink and Art
Welcomes Rebecca Bond and a Host of New Authors!

Rebecca Bond, one of my fellow Uniform Behavior authors, will soon be gracing us with an interview and a free read- a dark and sinister tale that's sure to be a crowd-pleaser!  More author interviews are on the horizon- I'm hoping to interview everyone who participated in this project. 

For news about Uniform Behavior, please see editor Lucy Felthouse's Author Site.   I've just received word that our anthology has gotten a fab review by Seriously Reviewed!

In Other News...

Charlotte Stein will also be joining the ranks of Guest Starring authors soon... I'm expecting some new poetry by Angela Koh and Joshua Wadsworth... and Dirk Deeper is about due for a new submission.  I know you've been waiting with bated breath!  Looking forward to a steamy, sexy New Year!!!

Friday, December 17, 2010

Fabulous Friday Photos...

Fall Photographs by Indigo Skye...

Thursday, December 16, 2010

My Pouty Lips Features My Fiction!

Hello fabulous fans!  Wonderful news... Angelicka Wallows, erotica goddess and creator of My Pouty Lips, has just published my author profile and one of my stories on her site! 

The Man Downstairs just went live this morning!  It tells the story of Caitlin O'Rourke, a single party girl who's just moved to a new neighborhood.  When she throws a party to get acquainted with her new neighbors, she meets Damian Hirsch, a mysterious and handsome young man with a dark secret. 

For a sneak peek at some new poetry by Jessica Kristie, please see my Guest Starring page to read her sensuous poem, "Bath Water."  Guaranteed to get you all steamed up...

Monday, December 13, 2010

Flash Fiction... A Phone Call

"Hey, sexy.  What are you wearing?"

"Black lacy panties and a tight little T-shirt."

"Yeah?  That's hot.  I wish I was there."

"Me too."

"Tell me what you'd do to me if I was there with you, baby."

"First I'd undress you slowly... take out that big cock and start stroking it for me now."

"I can't.  I'm driving."

"Better pull over.  I want you to concentrate."

"Okay... there's a parking lot up where were we?"

"Get your cock out.  I want to make you come."

"Damn- you're so nasty!"

"I know," I smile.  "If you were here right now, I'd stroke your shaft... then take the head between my lips and start to lick and suck and kiss your mushroom tip-"


"Then I'd deep-throat it- I know you love that."

"And then-?"  I can hear him catch his breath.  I know he's close.

"Mmmm... and then I'd grab your balls and squeeze them, working your cock in and out of my hot little mouth-"

"Oh, fuck.... I'm coming, I'm-" He drops the phone and the line goes dead.  I give him a moment to collect himself, then call back.

"Now it's my turn..."

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Celebrating the Release of Uniform Behavior

Sometimes a girl has to send herself flowers...

Today I'm celebrating the recent release of Uniform Behavior, an anthology of sexy stories about men and women in uniform. Uniform Behavor, edited by Lucy Felthouse, features a story written by yours truly! "True Confession" is a titillating tale about a sexy Southern belle bent on corrupting her hot young parish priest. Steamy stuff!

Speaking of steamy... Here's a sneak peek at the cover!

Just in Time to Warm Up Those Cold December Nights!

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

New Work by Joshua Wadsworth!

I'm thrilled to announce that I've just had the opportunity to publish the work of a promising young poet, Joshua Wadsworth.  You'll find his work on my Guest Starring page.  This poem is seductive and sexy, with a darker edge.  If you liked my poem "Queen of Night" you'll love this- it explores some similar themes and features a wicked vampire queen that will drive you wild.

Joshua, welcome to Indigo Skye: Ink and Art!

Poet Joshua Wadsworth

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Sizzling New Fantasy by Dirk Deeper!

Just posted a Happy-Hump-Day fantasy for you by that naughty boy, Dirk Deeper!  Check out my Guest Starring page to read this juicy new offering by dirty Dirk!

Friday, November 5, 2010

Juicy Interview with Angelicka Wallows!

Indigo Skye Welcomes Angelicka Wallows of

Q: When did you first begin writing erotica?

A: I started when I was 16, right after I lost my virginity. Like most girls I keep a diary, and when I started to write down intimate details of my life, I really felt that it is something that I should take to the next level. Writing down my first experience was revealing to me. I can say I lost my virginity twice! Writing it was living it again, somehow with more intensity, more details.

Q: I've noticed that your blog contains true confessions, as well as some erotica. What inspires you most, and gets your pen moving?

A: Life. I believe that inspiration comes from within with a twist on my daily endeavors. I consider myself a pretty active and physical girl in more than just a few ways. So most of my writing is based on real life experience, and a few confessions from friends as well.

Q: What are you working on currently? (Projects and upcoming events, etc.)

A: My hands are full at moment with the weblog and other work stuff such as sexy mag. I am trying to write some erotica for the radio too, so if a sexy voice is reading this article and wants to get some exposure, am ready to team up on that and put the read stories on My Pouty Lips!

I write only in my spare time- I write at the office, in the car, in the bathroom... I wish I could become a full time writer but my family definitely wouldn't accept that. Actually, they don’t know about my “secret” activity- and I intend to keep it that way!

Q: What's your favorite position, and why?

A: With one male partner, I love to be on top (Cowgirl). I like to be in control and hold the pace and degree of both our pleasures. It is so exciting to squat over him and slide him inside me, slowly, bit by bit, until he reaches deep inside me. Mmmmm. Just thinking about it makes me...

Q: What's next? You've been experimenting with short fiction for a while- any longer projects in the works?

A: Yes there are many other projects in the pipeline, such as an eBook, a couple of other blogs, and more! But there are only 24 hours in a day! All these projects demand a lot of time and also money to get started.

Q: How about a sexy story starter, to inspire our readers?

A: It is funny that you are asking me this now, because more and more I like my readers to interact and take action in my stories. I am experimenting with new things in that sense, that you will discover in the coming weeks in my new posts.

Write a short story with this sexy story starter by Angelicka Wallows and you could be published on My Pouty Lips!  Send your stories to me at and I'll pass them along to Angelicka with my recommendations.

Story Starter Title: The Gardener and The Hose

First sentence: I love to feel the caress of the sun on my skin…

Q: What's your secret guilty pleasure - the one luxury you can't live without?

A: My Pure Bliss bullet vibrator from Eden Fantasys, it just drives me mad! You can see it in “My Toy Box” on my blog.

Q: What's your hottest tip for writing a sizzling sex scene?

A: You have to feel the moment as if you are re-living it. Put yourself into the story, think of all the tiny details, let all your senses participate. It is probably preferable to be a bit horny at that time, at least for me, because the writing then becomes more passionate, intense. It is an orgasmic experience and I do get pleasure when I write.

Q: Do you plot out your stories in advance, or do you prefer to let your characters surprise you? Why? 

A: You would be surprised how characters have a life on their own. It can happen that I plan to write a specific story, but when I get into the character, plans can change completely. It is not really by choice. It's funny to experience that. It is almost like being in somebody’s mind, feeling and witnessing everything she does, but having no control at all. Like having a seat in her head and watching the movie of her live through her eyes. Sometimes when I finish writing, and I re-read myself, I discover my own words!

Q: Who's your favorite character from one of your stories?

A: Alecx… you will soon meet her! She is practically like me. Adventurous, spontaneous, so into fun and feeling life to its peak! You will love her!

Q: If you were stranded on a desert island with only three books, which 3 would you choose and why?

A: Can I get an internet connection instead? Laughing.  Ok, Ok. First I would take a blank book, so that I could write more erotic stories happening under the sun in the wilderness of the island. Second would be a good dictionary of course. And third probably something on how to make cosmetic and beauty products from plants! I do need my creams, lotions, serums...

Q: Best book to read in the bathtub?

A: Anything waterproof! Water has the amazing property to make me feel horny. I don’t know why, but as soon as I get into the water, I get “wet”. No kidding. I usually prefer showers to baths for that reason, unless I have some spare time.

Q: Any final words of advice to fledgling writers hoping to break into the biz?

A: Well, if I knew all the secrets I would already be famous worldwide! What I can say is to make it in this biz is not a piece of cake. It demands a lot of work, a lot of time, a lot of patience, and dedication. So if you do it for the money then forget it. But if you do it because you are passionate about it, then it's another story!

Passion should be your ink.

Crimson Passion
Photograph by Indigo Skye

Angelicka Writes... My Pouty Lips is a canny weblog of lifestyle and secrets. An interesting read that is unique on its own. Very upfront, open, modern, and sexy way of living life to the fullest! 

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Blushing Pink
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Monday, November 1, 2010

Interview with Smart Bitches, Trashy Books' Sarah

I LOVE Smart Bitches, Trashy Books.  They feature hilarious reviews of romance novels, hot totty, LOL porn, and more.  I'm thrilled to bring you this exclusive interview with Smart Bitch Sarah Wendell of Smart Bitches Trashy Books and To Be Read.  Sarah, welcome to Indigo Skye: Ink and Art!

Q: Who is your favorite author?

A:  I can't name just one. But I never turn down Jennifer Crusie, Julia Quinn, Joanna Bourne, Kathleen O'Reilly and Sarah Mayberry.

Q: Best trashy book to read in the tub with a glass of wine?

A:  Any and all!

Q:  Which book gave you the most LOL moments?

A:  Shannon Stacey's "Undeniably Yours" and "Exclusively Yours" both made me LOL several times.

Q:  Any advice for authors hoping to break into the biz?

A:  Don't think it's easy, writing romance. You have to know and understand the genre to really appreciate how it works - and it's not easy, or something you can toss off with little effort.

Q:  You Smart Bitches are a tough crowd to please! What do the authors who score A’s on your site have in common?

A:  Strong characters, intricate and compelling plots, and amazing use of language.

Q:  At the end of a long day of talking trash, what’s your most fabulous way to relax and treat yourself like a queen?

A:  Reading - in the bathtub in the rain on a hillside, minus the Cialis!

Link up with Sarah online at –

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Guest Blog by Ciara Dallas!

Hi everyone! I'm Ciara Dallas and I'm happy to be here today. A big thank you to Indigo for inviting me to crash her blog for a day! I've brought with me a little discussion on writing prompts for a sexy scene. I know some writers struggle when their characters reach that point in their relationship. For me, they are my favorite scenes to write.

So, when Indigo asked if I'd be willing to provide some writing prompts or a free read.... I ended up with both. As I tried to think of sex scene writing prompts, a short piece flooded my thoughts and I had to write it out.

First I thought of where I wanted the couple to hook up. I got the idea of quickie in the alley.

Then the following questions came to mind:

Who put who there?

Were they both willing to go into the alley?

Were they there on purpose?

Did something in the alley grab their attention?

Where did they come from before they got to the alley?

Where were they going?

Why couldn't they wait?

What position are they in?

Do they do it quick and dirty or slow and sensual?

What are they wearing?

See, sometimes my mind works a bit... backwards. At least when I'm thinking about a very short piece, I start with formulating the sex scene, then try to rewind it... which brings me to more questions!

Why are they together tonight?

How'd they meet?

What attracted them to each other?

After I ran those questions, my answers told a story. A bare bones story that I fleshed out a bit from there. Are you ready to read the result?

* * *

First Date by Ciara Dallas

Julia wasn't the type to have sex on the first date. In fact, she rarely went beyond kissing until the fifth date. It's not that she didn't like sex. She enjoyed it immensely, but letting a man know her so intimately - be so close - wasn't something she took lightly. That is, until she met Marcus.

The first time she laid eyes on him, oh how he sent her heart fluttering. It was at her cousin Nick's 30th birthday party. Marcus was at the snack table, balancing a small paper plate on top of a beer can, trying to load it up. She thought it was cute the way he sampled everything before adding it to his plate. The last thing he sampled was Nick's famous chili cheese dip. Well, it was the last thing he tried to sample since most of the cheese splattered across the front of his shirt before the chip even reached is lips.

His eyes met her gaze, his cheeks reddened with embarrassment. She quickly offered to help attend to the mess before the stain set. Without question, he pulled his shirt off and handed it to her. Julia's mouth went dry at the sight of his muscular arms and chiseled abs. He was good looking with his dark hair and eyes, but she wasn't expecting such a delectable body hidden beneath his shirt.

After her initial jaw drop, they cleaned up his shirt and introduced themselves. Running his name through her memory bank, she was certain he wasn't part of the family. Hell, with a hot body like that it'd be impossible to believe. Yet, she was relieved to find out he was one of Nick's co-workers. And even better, he wanted to meet her for drinks sometime.

That sometime was tonight. It'd gone quite well, but Julia began to worry about him being too nice. He hadn't tried to make a move on her. She was used to rebuffing sexual advances, testing a man's patience and measuring his desire by the continued hunt. She liked making them think they finally broke down her wall, that she could no longer resist them.

That she was giving in.

Julia and Marcus walked arm and arm down the street, leaning against each other as they meandered along the sidewalk. Casting him a sidelong glance, Julia imagined him without his shirt on again. She longed to run her tongue over his chest. The thought made her hot.

"You're just a few blocks north, right?" He looked at her for confirmation.

"Why won't you kiss me?" she blurted out. Stupid buzz killed her internal filter.

Marcus slowed down, uncertain how to respond. He didn't turn to face her. "Well, uh, y'see..." Nervously, he ran his free hand through his hair. "Nick said to, uh, take it... easy-er, slow. With you." He flashed her a sheepish grin.

Mentally, Julia slapped herself on the forehead. Why did Nick bother saying anything? He didn't understand the game. The reason. The need. However, the lack of pursuit was making her want Marcus even more. Her increasingly damp panties were undeniable proof.

They continued walking in awkward silence. The streetlights shone on his face, his eyes gleaming. He was so pleasing to look at. As they approached a dark alley, Julia tugged on Marcus' arm, leading him into it.

"What are you doing?"

"I-I can't wait. I want you. I want you now." She wrapped her arms around his neck, catching him off guard as her mouth sought his. It took a few moments before their lips and tongues worked properly together. Never before had she enjoyed the taste of pretzels and beer as much as now.

Marcus broke the kiss first. "Wow. This is not what I was expecting."

Julia tilted her head to the side. "Oh?"

"I don't mean... it's not a bad thing."

Grinning, she breathed into his ear, "Oh, but I can be a very, very bad thing."

Marcus pressed his lips to her neck, attempting to suppress a moan. He backed her against a brick wall, groping at her chest. His thumbs rubbed her hardened nipples through her blouse. She feared they would tear a hole right through the material. She moaned, clawing at his shirt, untucking and unbuttoning it until her hands met smooth, hot flesh.

Julia felt out of control, driven by her overwhelming desire and craving to be filled by this man. This man she barely knew. This man who tried to respect her on the first date. She fumbled with the button of his pants. His warm breath gasped into her ear as her fingers encircled his lengthening erection. Impressive, he was well equipped too.

She heard the disappointment in his sigh as she released him from her grip. "Take me. Fill me. Now!" she panted, hiking her skirt up around her hips.

"Here? You sure?" He glanced around the alley. It was dark and full of shadows, making it difficult to discern what was there.

"Yesss," she hissed, sticking her hot, wet tongue into his ear.

Marcus pressed against her, snaking his hand between her thighs. He attempted to pulled down her pantyhose without success. With a growl of urgency, he pushed his finger roughly into the crease of her thigh and ripped open the crotch of her stockings. Julia's eyes widened in surprise, but a satisfied smile crossed her face. She explored the nearby area with her foot, finding a crate or box next to her. She propped her foot up on it, spreading her thighs further apart.

Hastily he pushed her panties to the side. Bending his knees slightly, his cock blindly bashed against her outer lips until the head slid into her wetness. Both of their hearts quickened. His cock pulsated within her, the slick walls of her pussy clenched around him. Marcus straightened up, filling her to the hilt. He gripped her hips and thrust in and out roughly, bringing both of them to the brink of orgasm quickly.

Julia banged the back of her head against the brick wall as she tried to arch her back. Her fingers clamped down on his shoulders. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out too loudly. He squeezed her ass, driving into her as they came. Her body went limp. She eased off of his still erect cock.

He kissed her deeply. "Sorry it was so... rushed."

"It was what I needed. Now we can go back to my apartment for another round." They kissed again, lips lingering. "Let's hurry..."

* * *

Ah, sometimes a fast-paced quickie is just what we need.

I hope you enjoyed the story and I hope the writing prompts can help if you're struggling to write a sexy scene.

Want more Ciara? She can be found on Twitter -   or at her blog, Ciara Dallas: Bedtime Stories Never Felt So Good

Friday, October 29, 2010

Story-Starters by Margie Church!

By Margie Church
Now Available from Noble Romance Publishing

Greetings, word fiends and erotica fanatics!  Today, I've got a special treat guaranteed to get your pen moving- three Story Starters by Margie Church, author of Romance with SASS: Suspense, Angst, Seductive Sizzle!  Margie, welcome to Indigo Skye: Ink and Art!

Thank you, Indigo.  Sometimes I've written an entire book based on one sentence issued in a challenge contest. I've also written short stories based on a photo where the challenge was to weave the graphic elements into your tale. Your muse is stuck, you say? You need a little more than a sentence for inspiration? Okay, here are three opening paragraphs. When I came up with them, I had three specific ideas in my head about how these stories might unfold. Change the names, tweak the details, and make the story your own.

1. Chad's S-10 pickup limped into the driveway of Meeker's Auto Repair. The shop was ten miles east of nowhere, smack dab in the middle of the boonies. He was thankful to find the place, especially with a truck that sounded like it was on its last cylinder. When he turned off the ignition, the engine chugged to a halt. He slammed the truck and walked to the open bay door. The scent of oil, exhaust, and automotive rubber wafted out of the garage like a fog. A long pair of legs extended from under the car.


2. Monique and Tia stood outside the Cocoon waiting to get past three angry-looking bouncers. Music from their favorite band, Seriously Dead, pounded through the walls ebbing and flowing every time the door opened.

Monique shifted her weight, feeling the pinch from standing in high heels for over an hour. "The concert is going to be over by the time these goons let us in."

Tia pointed to a man standing behind the bouncers. "See that guy?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"Let's make friends with him."

3. Aster's eyelids flew open and he struggled to focus in abject darkness. Where am I? The last thing he recalled was walking home through the park. Soft breathing nearby alerted his senses. He strained to hear the sound clearly. Unable to make out any of the greasy shapes just out of reach, Aster sat up and felt around him. His fingers landed on a soft coat. A low-sounding growl made him freeze.

By Margie Church
Now Available from Noble Romance Publishing

Margie Writes:

Tell me what you did with these story starters.  I can't wait!  Visit me at Romance with SASS and experience the books I write – contemporary suspense, erotic romance, and romantic paranormal.

Margie Church has a degree in writing and editing and has been a professional writer and editor for over 25 years. She works as a copywriter and editor for a small direct marketing firm and freelances feature articles for business-to-business magazines.

Her first three novels are erotic suspense in keeping with her moniker: Romance with SASS (Suspense, Angst, Seductive Sizzle). She also writes children's books under the pen name, Margaret Rose.

Margie lives in Minnesota and is married and has two children. Music flower gardening, biking, walking her dog on moonlit nights, nature and making people laugh are some of her passions.
Please visit Margie’s Web site:  You can stay in the know by following Margie's Blog:

Facebook: Margie.Church

Twitter: MargaretRChurch

Monday, October 25, 2010

Coming Attractions...

This week, Indigo Skye: Ink and Art is offering a few new features, guaranteed to raise some pulses.  I've got a hot new story by Dirk Deeper to unveil- he's been working hard to learn his craft, and he recently sent me an offering that I think readers will love!

What else is in the works?  A trio of juicy story-starters penned by Margie Church, author of Wet and Love Bites.  More fab photos, hot posts, and juicy links to share... stay tuned!

Indigo Skye: Ink and Art
Will Soon Feature
Exclusive Story-Starters by Margie Church!!!

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Exclusive Author Interview with Lucy Felthouse

Indigo Skye: Ink and Art is thrilled to welcome author Lucy Felthouse!  Her sexy short story collection, The Great Outdoors, is an inspiration for nature-lovers that like to do the deed in wild places.  Please see her Author Website for a complete list of publications, reviews, and some sexy free reads!

Felthouse is the creator of Erotica for All, a website for readers, writers, and everyone in between!  She is currently collecting stories for an upcoming anthology, Uniform Behavior.  Interested in submitting a sexy story about someone in uniform?  Check out the Call for Submissions page on her website.

Ms. Felthouse, welcome to Indigo Skye: Ink and Art!

Q: When did you first decide to try your hand at writing erotica?

A: I didn’t decide. I was dared to do it. It was during a conversation at University. I decided to go for it, went home and wrote the story, then showed it to the person that dared me a few days later. It went down incredibly well, and I’ve never looked back.

Q: I understand you wrote your dissertation on erotic literature, and women’s roles in that genre. Care to comment on the changing trends and roles in erotic literature in the new millennium, especially since the advent of Kindle and other eReaders?

A: My dissertation is a few years old now, but summing it up I was basically saying that social attitudes have changed and relaxed and therefore it’s become more acceptable to read erotica. Not only that, it’s become more acceptable to admit to it. Of course, I still don’t think it could be classed as mainstream but the genre is continually growing and that’s for one reason, and one reason only: people are buying it! I think eBooks will help this increase further. Previously, to read erotica you had to either read it on screen or have a physical book. Now, you can load as much erotica onto an eReader as you like, then go and sit in a cafĂ©, or on the train reading it. Nobody will be any the wiser as to what you’re reading, and you can be smug in the knowledge that you’re reading something naughty in public!

Q: Sounds like you’re a real nature-lover. What inspired you to write The Great Outdoors?

A: Well, the old adage says ‘write what you know.’ I spend a lot of time outdoors, walking and visiting places, and I really enjoy it. So for this reason I think it’s only natural that places I see will inspire me to feature them in stories. Sometimes the characters come first (if you’ll pardon the pun), and I need somewhere for them to do the dirty deed. Other times, I’ll see a place and think ‘that would be a really great place to have sex.’ Lacking the bravery and opportunity to actually do it in some of these places, I settle for second best and have my characters do it instead! If they get caught, it doesn’t really matter!

Q: If you had the chance to meet one of your characters in real life, who would you choose, and why?

A: Ooh, that’s easy. It would have to be the vampire Dane, from my short story Shattered Resistance, which appears in Ravenous Romance’s anthology Fang Bangers. The reason? Well, he’s gorgeous, immortal and everybody knows that vampire sex is the best kind!

I’m actually planning to write more about Dane and his lover Suzy – I want to expand their story into something longer, and also cover their back story. So maybe you’ll be seeing a lot more of him in the future!

Q: What’s your best strategy for beating writer’s block?

A: It depends. If I’m just struggling a little, I’ll go and play on Twitter for a while, or play a casual game for a while. If it’s major, I have to take a proper break and come back to it, otherwise I end up writing utter crap that ends up being cut back out again. I have got to the stage where I’m more disciplined than I used to be – but I know I’m not alone when I say I’m a huge procrastinator!

Q: What’s your favorite book to curl up with on a rainy day?

A: There’s no way I could pick just one! I am a huge book buyer, both paperbacks and eBooks. What with that terrible habit and the amount of books I get sent to review, I don’t get the luxury of just having one book I can re-read again and again. I’m always reading something new, sometimes I’m reading several books at once. At the moment I’m reading three – one erotica, one chick lit and one thriller. If I’m not in the ‘mood’ for one of the genres, at least I have another two to choose from!

Q: Any advice for new writers hoping to break into the biz and leave their day-jobs behind?

A: If I had the answer to that – I wouldn’t still be working my day job! I’m currently pinning all my hopes on winning the lottery!

Q: What’s your secret little guilty pleasure- the one luxury you can’t live without?

A: Chocolate. But that’s no secret. I love me some Cadburys.

Q: Your best practices for writing a sex scene that sizzles?

A: Picking the right POV for the story, choosing a tone and sticking with it, and not repeating the same words too much. But don’t take that as gospel – I’m no expert, I’m still learning and hopefully improving!

Q: Famous last words- advice, encouragement and inspiration for our readers…

A: Just go for it. If you’ve got the skill and determination and it’s what you enjoy, keep at it. The erotica/romance community is a fab one to be a part of. Everyone is incredibly supportive and we all give each other encouragement and a boost when we need it. It’s cheesy, but it is like a big happy family.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

An Exclusive Author Interview with Cathy Yardley

Author Cathy Yardley is an inspiration!  Her sexy novels are a smashing success, and she recently published a guide for writers that's been instrumental in the development of my own work.  Her book, Will Write for Shoes, gave me the courage to try my hand at writing Chick Lit. 

Will Write for Shoes truly freed me to explore a side of my writing that was never given a voice.  We connected online, and I've been following her on Twitter.  When she agreed to grant me an exclusive interview for Indigo Skye: Ink and Art, I was thrilled!  Today, she's here to dish the dirt about prom queens, agents, writer's block, and her newest Harlequin series, The Players' Club.

Q: Your recent post about prom queens really resonated with me- excellent advice. There’s a big temptation for writers to be all things to all people… any thoughts on a few ways budding writers can put down the prom-queen tiara and find their tribe?

A: That post really connected with a lot of people, writers or not. I think that as writers, we’re constantly thinking “I have to reach everyone to make the sales” or “my book could appeal to anyone.” I think that it’s a waste of energy. I truly feel it’s better to figure out who your “right reader” is, and then focus on reaching her. You can do that by thinking about who your perfect reader is, then drawing out what blogs she might read, or where she hangs out, or what else she likes. Then you can focus on connecting with those readers. Also, I think it’s crucial to maintain connection with people who have already shown they’re your right readers: people who say they like your work!

Q: Buzz has it you’re currently working on a blog for writers. I know I’m looking forward to it. Give me all the juicy details! What inspired you to create an online resource for writers? When can we expect this new project to be launched?

A: I haven’t quite launched yet, so this will be more like a teaser. I love talking shop about writing. If I’m at a conference I’ll talk to anyone for hours about it… not just the craft side, but the business side. In my old day job, I was an analyst, and one of my “things” was taking complex and crazy problems and making easy systems to solve them. (I’m compulsive that way, so it worked out.) Being a write-at-home Mom of a four year old, I’ve discovered I have to really focus on making the most of a little focused time, so I’ve created systems that help me: plotting systems, promoting systems, and most of all how to get unstuck in a hurry. I want to be able to share those systems. I also want to share more info on how the publishing industry works, in really simplified terms, and what the changes in the industry means to writers.

Also, I discovered that teaching totally energizes me, so I’m looking forward to offering some “mentoring courses” for authors, giving feedback as well as information. So excited about that!

I should launch in mid October… I’ll let you know soon, and I’ll be posting about it on my own blog, . I’ll also put out a notice on Twitter and Facebook.

Q: Tell me more about your new Harlequin Blaze series, The Players Club. What inspired you to write about these poker-loving playboys and their romantic escapades?

A: I loved the idea of a hero-centered trilogy, and this particular Club is especially fun. It’s a secret society that does all these crazy, adrenaline-addict challenges. They ask the question: if you were going to die in a month, what three things would you want to do? And then, to join the Club, you have one month to do every one of those things. It’s sort of like Dead Poets’ Society meets Fight Club. So much fun!

Q: When will the first novel in the series be released? Do you have any special events planned to promote The Players Club?

A: I don’t have a pub date yet, so no special events planned. But again, I’ll definitely be announcing on my blog, newsletter and other social media!

Q: What’s next? We’d love to dish the dirt about your upcoming projects and new releases. What do you have in store for readers this year?

A: This year, the big thing is the launch of the new writing blog. Next year, The Players’ Club. And I’m currently shopping a new, strange project that I’m so excited about I can hardly stand it. Unfortunately, that’s still secret until I get the word!

Q: Name three things you do to beat writer’s block…

A: I’ve got a few processes that really work for me right now. The first is from a site called . The woman who writes it, Havi, calls it “Meeting your Monsters.” If I’m blocked, it’s not because I’m lazy. It’s because I’m scared of something, or because I’m burned out. So first, I meditate and try to identify what, exactly, I’m afraid of, then try to come up with a compromise, so the fear feels a little better but I’m still able to get work done. If it’s burn out, I work on replenishing myself. That means taking my “soul vitamins,” which could be hanging out with my writer friends, or spending time by myself somewhere. Walking every day and meditating every day definitely helps.

Q: They say an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Is there any way to prevent these dreaded creative blocks?

A: Taking care of yourself is one thing. The other thing: I truly believe no writer can do it alone. If you don’t have a support network that you check in with on a regular basis, I think that blocks are inevitable.

Q: Many of my readers dream of writing full-time. What’s your advice for fledgling writers hoping to break into the biz?

A: Think about why you want to write full time. Is it because you hate your day job? Because writing isn’t going to just be the art… you’re going to become an entrepreneur, and that means a lot of risk.

If you can’t handle risk, especially being financially insolvent and going for long periods of time with no income, then being a full time writer might not be for you.

If you can handle it, and like the idea of being an entrepreneur as well as an artist, then I think there are a lot of steps you can take toward breaking in. My writing blog will have a lot of information as well as direct instructions to help you write full time.

Q: With so many changes to the industry, do you think it’s necessary for a new writer to obtain an agent to represent her work? Why/why not?

A: I think if you’re serious about being a full time writer, getting a good agent is absolutely necessary. Agents are gatekeepers: most editors look at agents as the first filter. If you’ve got an agent, then they’re not wasting their time with someone who knows nothing about the industry or has a story that isn’t right for them. Also, a good agent knows what editors are looking for, and will be able to target their queries more specifically. When you sell your book, an agent can press for stuff and act as your shield: you get to be good cop, while she acts as bad cop. Finally, your agent should be able to negotiate for the best price as well as retain as many rights as possible. Just reading a book on “being your own agent” might not be enough to protect you. Besides, this is your career. Do you want to do all your own bookkeeping, build your own website, do all of your own promotion, and clean your own house? Even if you’re broke to begin with (and believe me, I feel that one) I think it’s important to look at wise investments. An agent – a good agent – is worth the investment.

Q: What inspires you most?

A: Great stories, in any medium: films, television shows, and of course novels of any genre. I also get a lot of ideas from songs, strangely enough!

Q: What’s your secret formula for a sex scene that sizzles?

A: I have no idea, LOL! I just sort of wing it every time. But I will say if it doesn’t turn you on, it won’t turn anyone else on.

Q: Any final words of encouragement for all those budding novelists out there?

A: Keep writing. Get a group of writers who believe in you, and meet with them often. It’s not about genius: it’s about persistence and sheer, crazed, all-encompassing passion.

Author's Note:
You can connect with Cathy online at Cathy Yardley for the latest news on new releases, interviews, events, and more!  Follow her tweets on Twitter at