I'm very excited with four more days to go!!!!!
Yesterday I was asked for a BIO...
Hopefully this is it...lmkwyt
Roxy recently moved to an even smaller town in Southwestern Ohio with
her husband and sixteen year old daughter, a very loud, boisterous
dog, and two independent cats, where they are serenaded at night by
coyotes and wakened each morning by geese flying over.
"Life is good. Sometimes I worry that it is too good, that writers
need angst and personal drama to draw from. When I first started
writing, a decade ago, it was a respite from caring for my invalid
parents. After tucking them in, I would write the day's stress away
until the wee hours of the morning, sometimes until it was time to
start my day over again. Now, I write for myself, for my joy…and to
hopefully bring a moment's escape to my dear reader's when they are in
need of respite themselves."
I am often asked, "So, what do you write?"
And the answer, Contemporary Erotic Romance just doesn't answer the
question justly. Yes, it's contemporary romance. Yes, it's erotica.
But first and foremost, it is fiction which serves the purpose it was
originally intended to and that is to encourage my readers think, to
push their boundaries, and to give my readers emotionally,
psychologically, and spiritually complex characters to fall in love
with.
Keep up on the release dates of all of Roxy Harte's erotica at www.roxyharte.com
Roxy Harte, is a multi-published erotica author exploring the emotional and psychological elements of relationships involving BDSM, bondage, sadist, masochist, dominance, and submission; DDLG, age-play relationships; LGBTQIA relationships; and also relationships in which one of the main characters from a chronic illness or disability. Also blogged topics which may or may not be controvertial in nature. If you are easily offended, don't bother checking this site out.
9.20.2007
Fives Days to Release Day
Today I had in my email a request for my BIO to go in the ebook being published in FIVE DAYS by Loose-Id, the anthology titled Dom/sub...
I dunno why but today this seems like an impossible request...
I loved last years bio that went to Liquid Silver Books, the publisher of my Chronicles of Surrenders series...you might have seen that BIO...something about me living in a haunted 100yr old house in the historical district of a small town in Southwestern Ohio with two of my three daughters, two dogs, two cats and no man...
This year life has changed so crazily...
I met the man of my dreams on the last day of the Ohio Rennaissance Festival, married him three months later, moved out of the old, haunted house, gosh I miss Lucy the Ghost sometimes...but not her scary friends... moved into a brand spankin' new house which would actually hold three of the old house, 2700 sq ft vs 900 sq ft, in the country no less, with coyotes and screeching owls, both of which caused frantic phone calls to the new husband at work in the middle of the night because I had no idea what the sounds were (yes, wild animals really are much scarier than ghosts because the ghosts I could tell to quiet down and usually they would...screech owls (and howling coyotes) not quite so polite)...Then there are still other changes, my middle daughter moved into her own apartment, my youngest dog and yes, the favorite, Charlie died, I found out that I was pregnant at age 43,followed by an agonizing couple of months being worried about being the oldest parent at PTO meetings and such only to have a miscarriage which led to two months of depression...Then more change came about with the mortgage crisis bringing an abrupt stall to my real estate career but freed up time to focus on my writing...Ahem...yes more change came about when my oldest daughter got a job and asked me to be the main caregiver to my two small grand-daughters...at least I still have the excitement of being a newlywed.
Yes, writing a BIO seems daunting at best...
I dunno why but today this seems like an impossible request...
I loved last years bio that went to Liquid Silver Books, the publisher of my Chronicles of Surrenders series...you might have seen that BIO...something about me living in a haunted 100yr old house in the historical district of a small town in Southwestern Ohio with two of my three daughters, two dogs, two cats and no man...
This year life has changed so crazily...
I met the man of my dreams on the last day of the Ohio Rennaissance Festival, married him three months later, moved out of the old, haunted house, gosh I miss Lucy the Ghost sometimes...but not her scary friends... moved into a brand spankin' new house which would actually hold three of the old house, 2700 sq ft vs 900 sq ft, in the country no less, with coyotes and screeching owls, both of which caused frantic phone calls to the new husband at work in the middle of the night because I had no idea what the sounds were (yes, wild animals really are much scarier than ghosts because the ghosts I could tell to quiet down and usually they would...screech owls (and howling coyotes) not quite so polite)...Then there are still other changes, my middle daughter moved into her own apartment, my youngest dog and yes, the favorite, Charlie died, I found out that I was pregnant at age 43,followed by an agonizing couple of months being worried about being the oldest parent at PTO meetings and such only to have a miscarriage which led to two months of depression...Then more change came about with the mortgage crisis bringing an abrupt stall to my real estate career but freed up time to focus on my writing...Ahem...yes more change came about when my oldest daughter got a job and asked me to be the main caregiver to my two small grand-daughters...at least I still have the excitement of being a newlywed.
Yes, writing a BIO seems daunting at best...
9.18.2007
Countdown Continues...Meet the Mystery Man
Counting Down Continues...Six Days!!
Yesterday you had a peek at Julia, today meet Everett, known professionally as Lord Draco, a dominant from Atlanta, visiting Cincinnati for the soul purpose of meeting Julia...
Remember to bookmark Loose-Id so that you can be one of the first to purchase Dom/sub!!
Excerpt begins here...
Only when Lord Draco's knee brushes against mine do I realize the program has ended. Everyone around me is applauding, standing ovation applause. I sit, lost in my imaginary world of kisses and so much more. The innocent daydream centered around his mouth no longer one of purity. The heat of his thigh pressed against mine sees me instantly wet.
My eyes meet his guiltily.
His wink sends me over the edge and I duck my face in reddening humiliation. Did he know I was lost in thought, thinking about him?
Thankfully, intermission opens a floodgate of players converging on Jonathon, Maxwell, and Everett. It seems everyone either has met or wants to meet Lord Draco, and I, having never heard his name before tonight, am not amused. Odd just how quickly one great Dominant can be replaced by another. Once the name on everyone’s lips was Master Jasper. Tonight, Lord Draco...
A woman sticks her G-cup, surgically modified boobs out, handing him a permanent marker, “Oh, Lord Draco, may I have your autograph?”
He looks at her then takes the offered pen. She pulls down her top, allowing her right breast to pop out.
I try not to laugh out loud, a sudden image o a child’s jack-in-the-box coming to mind for no other reason than I am going insane. The tune “Pop goes the Weasle” fills my head as he pens his name across the swollen orb and she proclaims, “I’m getting it tattooed as soon as I leave here!”
He clears his throat and hands her back the pen. She winks, offering, “Maybe you’d like a private showing after I’m inked?”
“I’m sorry, love, I’ve already made other plans.”
Pouting, she pushes her boob back into her shirt, “Some other time then?”
Turning away, I snicker, humming the final, “Pop goes the weasel,” remembering all of the similar past moments with Master Jasper, and how I was left feeling when he didn’t decline…impossible moments that left me hurt, crying, and alone in a hotel room while he enjoyed play parties with his many fans.
I close my eyes against the hot prick of tears. After his death, I forbid myself from remembering anything bad, cherishing only the best moments we’d had together, feeling unworthy when I remembered anything other than the perfect moments. Excusing myself, I race to the ladies' room only to find a line that extends into the lobby. I manage to compose myself with the mirror inside my blush compact as I stand behind the wide, deep green fronds of a large potted palm. Lord Draco surprises me, leaning in to whisper, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I lie, shaken that he’d followed me and I hadn’t realized it.
“I’m sorry about the groupies.”
I snort, fighting back tears, “Yeah, I know all about groupies. It doesn’t matter.”
He lifts my chin, making me meet his gaze, “It matters. I don’t get involved with groupies…ever…and I don’t want you to think that I do.”
I’m not sure why, but his admission makes me happy. That he sought me out to clear up any misconception makes me really happy. I can’t help smiling at him.
“Join me for coffee?” He asks, touching my hand lightly then when I don’t resist, sliding his fingers to not only hold my hand but pull me out from behind the tropical vegetation.
“After the show?” I croak, trying to calculate how much longer the demonstration will last plus time in the lobby appeasing fans plus travel time to the twenty-four hour diner three blocks away, knowing I have to be awake at five-thirty in order to be at the school by seven. Another branding ceremony is beginning...and it is currently ten-thirty.
“Not after, Julia. Now.” He states. “I came here to meet you, not play get to know you games with the entire Cincinnati chapter.”
Yesterday you had a peek at Julia, today meet Everett, known professionally as Lord Draco, a dominant from Atlanta, visiting Cincinnati for the soul purpose of meeting Julia...
Remember to bookmark Loose-Id so that you can be one of the first to purchase Dom/sub!!
Excerpt begins here...
Only when Lord Draco's knee brushes against mine do I realize the program has ended. Everyone around me is applauding, standing ovation applause. I sit, lost in my imaginary world of kisses and so much more. The innocent daydream centered around his mouth no longer one of purity. The heat of his thigh pressed against mine sees me instantly wet.
My eyes meet his guiltily.
His wink sends me over the edge and I duck my face in reddening humiliation. Did he know I was lost in thought, thinking about him?
Thankfully, intermission opens a floodgate of players converging on Jonathon, Maxwell, and Everett. It seems everyone either has met or wants to meet Lord Draco, and I, having never heard his name before tonight, am not amused. Odd just how quickly one great Dominant can be replaced by another. Once the name on everyone’s lips was Master Jasper. Tonight, Lord Draco...
A woman sticks her G-cup, surgically modified boobs out, handing him a permanent marker, “Oh, Lord Draco, may I have your autograph?”
He looks at her then takes the offered pen. She pulls down her top, allowing her right breast to pop out.
I try not to laugh out loud, a sudden image o a child’s jack-in-the-box coming to mind for no other reason than I am going insane. The tune “Pop goes the Weasle” fills my head as he pens his name across the swollen orb and she proclaims, “I’m getting it tattooed as soon as I leave here!”
He clears his throat and hands her back the pen. She winks, offering, “Maybe you’d like a private showing after I’m inked?”
“I’m sorry, love, I’ve already made other plans.”
Pouting, she pushes her boob back into her shirt, “Some other time then?”
Turning away, I snicker, humming the final, “Pop goes the weasel,” remembering all of the similar past moments with Master Jasper, and how I was left feeling when he didn’t decline…impossible moments that left me hurt, crying, and alone in a hotel room while he enjoyed play parties with his many fans.
I close my eyes against the hot prick of tears. After his death, I forbid myself from remembering anything bad, cherishing only the best moments we’d had together, feeling unworthy when I remembered anything other than the perfect moments. Excusing myself, I race to the ladies' room only to find a line that extends into the lobby. I manage to compose myself with the mirror inside my blush compact as I stand behind the wide, deep green fronds of a large potted palm. Lord Draco surprises me, leaning in to whisper, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I lie, shaken that he’d followed me and I hadn’t realized it.
“I’m sorry about the groupies.”
I snort, fighting back tears, “Yeah, I know all about groupies. It doesn’t matter.”
He lifts my chin, making me meet his gaze, “It matters. I don’t get involved with groupies…ever…and I don’t want you to think that I do.”
I’m not sure why, but his admission makes me happy. That he sought me out to clear up any misconception makes me really happy. I can’t help smiling at him.
“Join me for coffee?” He asks, touching my hand lightly then when I don’t resist, sliding his fingers to not only hold my hand but pull me out from behind the tropical vegetation.
“After the show?” I croak, trying to calculate how much longer the demonstration will last plus time in the lobby appeasing fans plus travel time to the twenty-four hour diner three blocks away, knowing I have to be awake at five-thirty in order to be at the school by seven. Another branding ceremony is beginning...and it is currently ten-thirty.
“Not after, Julia. Now.” He states. “I came here to meet you, not play get to know you games with the entire Cincinnati chapter.”
9.17.2007
Countdown to Publication Day Excerpt
Seven Days!!
Wow!
Time flies when you're sitting around biting your nails in anticipation of Publication Day...but we're in the final stretch with my newest release which is coming out at Loose-Id!!
To celebrate...meet Julia...infamous sub of the deceased Master Jasper...a legend in the Cincinnati BDSM community...
excerpt begins here:
I hear whispers behind my back. It’s her. It’s really her. Are you sure? I’m sure. Who’s she here with? She’s alone, it’s so sad. I don’t know how anyone could replace Master Jasper. Seriously, no one could. Do you remember…
I close my eyes, thinking what a bad idea coming here. What was I thinking, letting Maxwell and Jonathon talk me into coming here tonight—during a branding ceremony? Master branded me…here…at this theater…so many people here knew him—knew us. I should have realized people would recognize me…and talk.
I see Maxwell first. He grabs me and pulls me into an over-exuberant hug, stealing my breath and for a moment making me forget the stares and my brand. “I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t be here,” I whisper in his ear, rubbing the spot on my hip where the scar of Master Jasper’s brand suddenly flares to new life, itching like crazy. “People are talking.”
“Yes, they are! Let them talk.” Maxwell hugs me tighter. “Besides, when you’re in the room, people have always talked! Since when are you afraid of what people think?”
“Before, people talked about how wonderful my relationship was with Master. It made me proud to stand by his side. Now, they pity me.”
Maxwell steps back from me, taking a long look up and down. “They won’t pity you for long. My God, Julia, you’ve grown even more beautiful since I’ve seen you! And look at this!” Maxwell ruffles my head playfully. So is this the new, ruffled, just climbed out of bed look?”
“Actually, before the wind, rain, sleet, and the close encounter with your hands, it was a sleek, cosmopolitan, slightly funky look.” I lie, laughing.
He steps back and frowns, pushing my bangs out of my face as he takes in the results of nature and gravity. “It's an improvement over bald."
I stick my tongue out at him and in return he exudes sarcasm. "Sleek? I can almost see that."
“I was never bald!" I pout.
“Mmm, kind of like Sinead O'Conner isn't bald.”
“Hel-lloooo, stubble,” I insist. “I was never shiny head bald.”
Breaking into a huge smile, he makes me realize he's been teasing. “I liked bald!” he insists, drawing me down the aisle and rubbing the top of my head as if I'm the shorter, younger sibling. “I like this better.”
Although for the moment I’d forgotten the whispers, trailing behind him a surge of fresh rising panic assails me. The throng folds around us like a strangling glove, whispers, and beneath the whispers Jasper’s name and mine. Do you think she’s here alone? I’m sure she is, I heard she left the scene.
“Breathe, honey,” Maxwell commands, looping his elbow around mine, walking faster, and pulling me through the crowd. He prods me along, issuing commands, “You look like a scared rabbit! Stop looking so worried. Jonathon is holding seats, so stop biting your lip and unfurrow your brow! You look absolutely fabulous! I was only teasing about your hair! So smile, chin up, and remember to watch your language.”
It is her! It’s Julia! My God, she’s beautiful!
“What?”
“Watch your mouth, pretend you’re in school, and no cussing in front of the kiddies. Okay?”
“No. Not okay. I really do watch my mouth around the students all day. Here, on the other hand, we’re all adults, and if a flying fuck creeps out, we’re all old enough to deal with it.”
Leading me down the center aisle, my heels sink into an oriental patterned carpet that seems plusher than I remembered. Glancing at the stage, the velvet drapes are now black velvet instead of the red satin I seem to remember. Maxwell pulls me to a dead stop and I realize I’ve missed what he was saying. “Pay attention! I don’t want you to screw tonight up, sweetie, and Jonathon brought along one very special, very dominant Mr. Gorgeous and he will not get anywhere near naked with you if so much as one curse word escapes those adorable cupid lips of yours.”
“You’re joking. Not only did you trick me into coming, now you’re fucking telling me that you and Jonathon are trying to hook me up with a damn priest?”
“Darling, as much as I agree that damn, fucking, and priest go together in a sentence, tonight they don’t…not if you want to get this Dom to notice you…and darlin’, trust me—you so want this Dom to notice.”
“How gorgeous is he?” Nodding nervously, I try to remember how to breathe as I scan rows of opulent, scarlet velvet seats for Jonathon, catching sight of him just as he turns to see us stepping down the three steps into the orchestra seating. After catching his wink, I realize that he has turned his attention back to the mystery man.
My attention is drawn once again to the throng of followers I attracted with my entrance. And Maxwell and Jonathon can’t imagine why I insist on going to the novice BDSM meetings. There’s something to be said for anonymity.
It isn’t her. Yes, it is! Ask her. I’m not asking her; that would be rude. You ask her. I don’t need to ask her, I don’t think it’s her. Maybe it isn’t her, Julia would be older…
I pivot on my heel, facing the two closest whisperers. “Rude is talking about me behind my back. Go away!”
I make shooing gestures with my hands, feeling better as the crowd disperses. “Why did I agree to come here tonight?”
Maxwell nods toward Jonathon and the mystery man. “Because of him.”
Tilting my head, I take in the line of the mystery man's thigh, seeing the obvious outline of very firm muscle. I swallow hard, lusting harder. He turns and his profile is revealed. I try to put the strong features together in my mind to form a face. At his quick glance my way, I could wet myself he’s so hot and young, not young as in too young, but young, my age or only slightly older. I’m not sure how I feel about that. “Dear God.”
Wow!
Time flies when you're sitting around biting your nails in anticipation of Publication Day...but we're in the final stretch with my newest release which is coming out at Loose-Id!!
To celebrate...meet Julia...infamous sub of the deceased Master Jasper...a legend in the Cincinnati BDSM community...
excerpt begins here:
I hear whispers behind my back. It’s her. It’s really her. Are you sure? I’m sure. Who’s she here with? She’s alone, it’s so sad. I don’t know how anyone could replace Master Jasper. Seriously, no one could. Do you remember…
I close my eyes, thinking what a bad idea coming here. What was I thinking, letting Maxwell and Jonathon talk me into coming here tonight—during a branding ceremony? Master branded me…here…at this theater…so many people here knew him—knew us. I should have realized people would recognize me…and talk.
I see Maxwell first. He grabs me and pulls me into an over-exuberant hug, stealing my breath and for a moment making me forget the stares and my brand. “I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t be here,” I whisper in his ear, rubbing the spot on my hip where the scar of Master Jasper’s brand suddenly flares to new life, itching like crazy. “People are talking.”
“Yes, they are! Let them talk.” Maxwell hugs me tighter. “Besides, when you’re in the room, people have always talked! Since when are you afraid of what people think?”
“Before, people talked about how wonderful my relationship was with Master. It made me proud to stand by his side. Now, they pity me.”
Maxwell steps back from me, taking a long look up and down. “They won’t pity you for long. My God, Julia, you’ve grown even more beautiful since I’ve seen you! And look at this!” Maxwell ruffles my head playfully. So is this the new, ruffled, just climbed out of bed look?”
“Actually, before the wind, rain, sleet, and the close encounter with your hands, it was a sleek, cosmopolitan, slightly funky look.” I lie, laughing.
He steps back and frowns, pushing my bangs out of my face as he takes in the results of nature and gravity. “It's an improvement over bald."
I stick my tongue out at him and in return he exudes sarcasm. "Sleek? I can almost see that."
“I was never bald!" I pout.
“Mmm, kind of like Sinead O'Conner isn't bald.”
“Hel-lloooo, stubble,” I insist. “I was never shiny head bald.”
Breaking into a huge smile, he makes me realize he's been teasing. “I liked bald!” he insists, drawing me down the aisle and rubbing the top of my head as if I'm the shorter, younger sibling. “I like this better.”
Although for the moment I’d forgotten the whispers, trailing behind him a surge of fresh rising panic assails me. The throng folds around us like a strangling glove, whispers, and beneath the whispers Jasper’s name and mine. Do you think she’s here alone? I’m sure she is, I heard she left the scene.
“Breathe, honey,” Maxwell commands, looping his elbow around mine, walking faster, and pulling me through the crowd. He prods me along, issuing commands, “You look like a scared rabbit! Stop looking so worried. Jonathon is holding seats, so stop biting your lip and unfurrow your brow! You look absolutely fabulous! I was only teasing about your hair! So smile, chin up, and remember to watch your language.”
It is her! It’s Julia! My God, she’s beautiful!
“What?”
“Watch your mouth, pretend you’re in school, and no cussing in front of the kiddies. Okay?”
“No. Not okay. I really do watch my mouth around the students all day. Here, on the other hand, we’re all adults, and if a flying fuck creeps out, we’re all old enough to deal with it.”
Leading me down the center aisle, my heels sink into an oriental patterned carpet that seems plusher than I remembered. Glancing at the stage, the velvet drapes are now black velvet instead of the red satin I seem to remember. Maxwell pulls me to a dead stop and I realize I’ve missed what he was saying. “Pay attention! I don’t want you to screw tonight up, sweetie, and Jonathon brought along one very special, very dominant Mr. Gorgeous and he will not get anywhere near naked with you if so much as one curse word escapes those adorable cupid lips of yours.”
“You’re joking. Not only did you trick me into coming, now you’re fucking telling me that you and Jonathon are trying to hook me up with a damn priest?”
“Darling, as much as I agree that damn, fucking, and priest go together in a sentence, tonight they don’t…not if you want to get this Dom to notice you…and darlin’, trust me—you so want this Dom to notice.”
“How gorgeous is he?” Nodding nervously, I try to remember how to breathe as I scan rows of opulent, scarlet velvet seats for Jonathon, catching sight of him just as he turns to see us stepping down the three steps into the orchestra seating. After catching his wink, I realize that he has turned his attention back to the mystery man.
My attention is drawn once again to the throng of followers I attracted with my entrance. And Maxwell and Jonathon can’t imagine why I insist on going to the novice BDSM meetings. There’s something to be said for anonymity.
It isn’t her. Yes, it is! Ask her. I’m not asking her; that would be rude. You ask her. I don’t need to ask her, I don’t think it’s her. Maybe it isn’t her, Julia would be older…
I pivot on my heel, facing the two closest whisperers. “Rude is talking about me behind my back. Go away!”
I make shooing gestures with my hands, feeling better as the crowd disperses. “Why did I agree to come here tonight?”
Maxwell nods toward Jonathon and the mystery man. “Because of him.”
Tilting my head, I take in the line of the mystery man's thigh, seeing the obvious outline of very firm muscle. I swallow hard, lusting harder. He turns and his profile is revealed. I try to put the strong features together in my mind to form a face. At his quick glance my way, I could wet myself he’s so hot and young, not young as in too young, but young, my age or only slightly older. I’m not sure how I feel about that. “Dear God.”
excerpt ends here ... tune in tomorrow to meet the mystery man
9.11.2007
9.10.2007
Peace One Day Festival
Help celebrate the vision of peace...Worldwide...in Dayton, OH
Entertainment is free...
Performances by...
Sleepybird
singer/songwriter Donal Hinely
singer/songwriter Tanner
Universal Dancers of Peace
The Steven Gregory Band
folksinger Patric Coffee
When is it?
Friday, September 21st, 2007
4pm-9pm
Courthouse Square, Third and Main, daowntown Dayton
For more info...
www.daytoncityofpeace.org
(937)22-PEACE or info@DaytonPeaceMuseum.org
9.04.2007
Just To Prove I'm Not A Tease
I have been accused of many things but a tease...not a chance!
After several phone calls from friends inquiring if we were still alive and the status of our house, mainly the question being, "Is it still standing?"
Yes, house still standing, though the wench in residence is listing a bit
So, not knowing, nor having never met the band known as Three Pints, they do have the best online version of the Moose Song online...so if you can envision five randy, drunken pirates, and two highly intoxicated wenches bellowing pub songs off-key and quite loudly...we were probably as entertaining...or at least we thought we were...
This is The Moose Song...
click here if embed not avail
Still wanna know more?
This is the song Roll Your Leg Over as sang by a talented pianoman on one of the Carnival Cruises...not a pirate, but I swear, close your eyes and you could be in our living room...
click here
Now, Forgotten Girl, don't you wish you hadn't been quite so curious??
After several phone calls from friends inquiring if we were still alive and the status of our house, mainly the question being, "Is it still standing?"
Yes, house still standing, though the wench in residence is listing a bit
So, not knowing, nor having never met the band known as Three Pints, they do have the best online version of the Moose Song online...so if you can envision five randy, drunken pirates, and two highly intoxicated wenches bellowing pub songs off-key and quite loudly...we were probably as entertaining...or at least we thought we were...
This is The Moose Song...
click here if embed not avail
Still wanna know more?
This is the song Roll Your Leg Over as sang by a talented pianoman on one of the Carnival Cruises...not a pirate, but I swear, close your eyes and you could be in our living room...
click here
Now, Forgotten Girl, don't you wish you hadn't been quite so curious??
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