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• Yes, I am Mad.

  By Victoria Blisse on November 17th, 2008

  But I love the folks over at The Realms of Love.

  And tonight along with Robin Glasser, LE Bryce and Rob Graham my fellow Phaze authors I’ll be chatting it up at 9pm Eastern time which is 2am GMT, so excuse me if I typo. ;)

  I’ll be talking all about Christmas cake, which is an Oh, Oh, Oh, Heatsheet and is also part of More, More, More! A beautiful, big print anthology.

  

  So come on over and join in the chat, find out about giveaways and hear all about one of this year’s Blisseful Christmas story releases!

  Funnily enough, I actually baked this years Christmas cake the other day, it’s definitely coming round to the festive season again. Here’s the blurb:

  Sweet and spicy, and that’s just the cake!

  The festive season is in full swing but Emily hates it and just wants it over as quickly as possible. Jim finds out why and shares his Christmas with her and she uncovers her Christmas Spirit as she rediscovers her lust and sexuality. Includes a short selection of sexy holiday poetry.

  see you all later!

  

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• Remembrance Day.

  By Victoria Blisse on November 9th, 2008

  I wore my paper poppy in church today, a sea of other poppies faced me during a touching service which gives us the time to remember those who have died in war over the years.

  I do not have any close memories of war, I’ve never had a friend, relation or lover go to war or die in war past or present. I count myself lucky in that. But many of the people in church today were thinking of loved ones lost, and I keenly felt their grief.

  We stood outside in the whipping cold wind, the sky grey and overcast and we remembered them. I stood huddled with my friend, she is 86 and very much remembers the Second World War and it’s atrocities. She knows loss and as we clung together I looked at the Lichgate.

  The Lichgate is a war memorial and on its walls are written are the names of men lost on both wars who lived in the Parish. To me they are only names, but they were fathers and sons and brothers as well as friends, husbands and boyfriends and their passing will have been felt keenly. I felt but a second of that as I stood there, thinking in the cold. Tears rolled down my cheeks in sadness.

  II remember in secondary school reading Journey’s End by RC Sheriff in English Class. I played Stanhope, though we just sat in our seats to read it. It is a play set in the trenches in France back in the First World War. It’s a fascinating look into the emotions and feelings of these officers from loyalty to pride, to hopelessness and loneliness and fear.

  I was deeply affected by it at the time, appalled by the reality of war. I always remember that play on Remembrance Day. For me, it was just words, a story but for many people it was reality, it was how they lived and how they died. Today I remember those people as I look down at my blood red poppy. I remember them with thankfulness. I remember them with sadness.

  We will remember them, always.

  

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• Leeds Erotica Festival Rocked!

  By Victoria Blisse on November 3rd, 2008

  Yesterday I woke at 5am with nerves. I was incapable of thinking straight and spend the time wandering round various forums, panicking.

  Of course, the one day I need to get to Leeds, the trains are completely mucked up. I can’t go straight from my local station so I caught the bus into Manchester at 10am. When I got to Piccadilly I then boarded another bus to hop the short way over to Victoria and then, finally, I actually got on a train at 11.10. It was a long journey, I sat with my copy of Curvaceous in hand, reading through the excerpts I thought I might use.

  Just as I came into Leeds I got a very encouraging text message from a friend, and then had a short conversation with Amy, the event co-ordinator who was meeting me at the station. It wasn’t long until she turned up and we were chatting away all the way up to the Sela Bar. It was raining and very, very cold, even for a Mancunian!

  Scarlett Sanderson, Becky Cherriman and Miranda Forbes arrived only minutes after we got to the bar. I immediately got on with all these lovely women and with Amy we set about filling gift bags and setting out tables and chairs. The time flew, then and suddenly we were ready to do our thing.

  There were not many people there, to start, but I think it was a matter of quality over quantity as those who did attend were lovely. We had a fantastic time, I read excerpts from Getting Physical and Naughty Rendezvous from Curvaceous and enjoyed listening to the wildly different excerpts read by Scarlett and Becky. Miranda gave us a very interesting insight into what publishers look for in submitted work and even as a published author I found the info she gave to be very helpful.

  Miranda had to leave a little early, to make a long, long journey home, so we had some author questions and answers when she had left. It was fun and not as scary as I thought it mgiht be, no one asked a question I didn’t know the answer to!

  To finish off the delightful afternoon, the official Leeds Erotica Festival Poet Laureate Alison Brumfitt read to us some of her fantastic poems. I was amazed by the sheeer vast array of emotions her poetry inspired in me, but I must admit I prefered the silly ones the most, I like to have my funny bone tickled!

  It took me 3 hours in total to get home, I was worn out when I eventually got back but it had been such a good day I had to waffle on about it to my husband for ages before I actually went to bed. I am already planning to attend next year!

  I have a few photos of the day up on my facebook, so if you have an account look up Victoria Blisse and see what you missed. :)

  

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• Special Halloween Treat for all!

  By Victoria Blisse on October 31st, 2008

  To celebrate this spooktacular day, Phaze Books is giving you a 20%
  discount! Just enter this promotional code when you check out:

  CANDYCORN

  Good for 20% off everything, on Halloween day only.

  So rush out and get your hands on a spine-tinglingly good Blisse today. And if you want spooky look no further than Seasons of Blisse where you will find the disturbingly hot “Love Fucking Hurts” and the Sensually Spooky ‘Pigtails and Pumpkins”. Here’s a spooky excerpt from “Love Fucking Hurts” to get you in the mood!

  However, it was clear that Andrew had decided that spending time together was not the answer. Cathy ended up going to bed alone. She sat up as late as she could manage, reading. But as midnight approached, she found herself nodding off. Putting on her black sleep mask, (she could not sleep properly without it) she shuffled down under the heavy blankets and closed her eyes.

  She woke to the blankets being violently snatched off her body.

  “Andrew!” she yelled. “What the hell are you doing? It’s fucking cold in here.” She tried to snatch the blankets back, but couldn’t find them. She peeled up the corner of her mask but a cold grasp pulled her hand away and pressed it into the pillow beside her head.

  “Stop pissing about,” she hissed. “Your hands are freezing.” She found her other hand clasped and forced up beside her head as well, and became aware of a body above her. “You’re drunk aren’t you? You always get horny when you’re pissed.”

  Cathy wasn’t as scared as she thought she should be, nor as angry as she knew she had the right to be. She was more turned on than she had been in months and when his cold lips pressed against hers she kissed him back passionately. Their tongues danced together as their lips moved in sync.

  All anger, resentment and hurt washed away as his lips, still unusually cold, slid down to her throat. She gasped and moaned as he bit her quite violently on the most erogenous zone in her upper body. He was kissing all her right spots and he sank lower, pulling down the top of the expensive new satin nightgown to pull up her breasts and suckle on her nipples.

  It was strange how she seemed to still be able to feel his hands holding hers down, though they were obviously handling her breasts, arousing them with a passion she had not felt in far too long. She put it down to not being fully awake and enjoying the feeling of being held down.

  His lips continued lower, over her stomach and down ’til she could feel his cold breath on her juice-covered pussy. His fingers carefully pealed her wet, warm lips apart, allowing his tongue to lap at the nub of pleasure beneath.

  “Oh fuck, yes,” she moaned as his mouth and tongue lashed at her sensitised flesh, making her writhe and buck, smearing his icy cheeks with her juices. It registered somewhere in her brain that his skin was still cold, but put it down to the strong winds along the seafront. She continued to enjoy the spiralling sensations of pleasure seeping through her body and making her tingle all over.

  He took her to the very brink and left her hanging there; she moaned out her frustration and writhed on the bed.

  “Don’t leave me like this,” she moaned, then lifted a hand to her eye and began to slide up the eye mask. A strong slap to her hand stopped her in her tracks.

  Read the rest of this story and more in Seasons of Blisse today and get 20% off with the special code:

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