Picture of panties around red shoes

So, the Novel’s Done

I bet you’re all still a little dizzy from my post last week with Alison Tyler. Me too!

However, despite the party I’ve been throwing over here, I ended up buckling down and finishing my first erotica book in the last week, too. In truth, I typed “The End” over a week ago, but I didn’t want to call it done, like stick a fork in it D-U-N done, until I handled all those pesky bracketed notes I’d left for myself.

There were 147 of them, after all. And while some of them were amusing, perhaps for only me—[where the hell did her shoes go?] and [what is that one type of jacket with the things and the stuff?]—there were 147 of them. But, as of Sunday, they’re all handled! The book ended up being 87,000 words rather than 90,000, but I was clearly at the end of this darling couple’s journey…at least for this segment.

So what now? Well, I strongly believe in the simmer theory. I gave the file a great big kiss and closed it up with red tape. It is not to be opened for editing until March 1st. This works out surprisingly well, since there are a gazillion short story submission deadlines in March. They’re calling me and a couple other erotica author pals like a siren song, to the point where one of these lovely ladies dubbed them The Calls. (Yes, with capitals. It’s that serious.) Basically, I will be churning out short stories for a month. And when I say “churn,” it’s looking to be about seven stories. Or ten. Depends on how ambitious I’m feeling. I suspect switching from the pace of 87k to 1-5k will require a sharp downshift, but I’m ready. I love shorts!

Speaking of, after tackling all those bracketed notes Sunday, I reopened a short story I’d written over the summer. I have a lot to say about this piece that I’m going to save for a later date, but what I can say is that it was probably one of the most emotional things I’ve ever written. Editing it was almost as difficult as writing it—tears everywhere—and I’m still trying to figure out where it came from. I think sometimes, as writers, we get into the grind of creation, and every once in a while we surprise ourselves. That’s what this piece was for me. For now, I’m filing it away until I can figure out what to do with it. 🙂

So, in summary, yes, the novel is done—but there are plenty of things ahead to keep me occupied until it’s time to crack it open and edit. And that’s the nature of this thing, I suppose. Go, go, go….

Till next time.

XX,
Jade

Cover of Holiday Spice

That One Costume…

It’s Halloween week—time for everyone to get excited about sugar, parties, and costumes! I’ve always enjoyed Halloween, half because I love the candy and the other half because I enjoy a good costume. In a former life I loved to make my own; sometimes they were silly, sometimes they were cute, and other times, they were incredibly over the top. While I do enjoy having a closet full of costumes, I’m not so much into the dressing up part these days. The good news is that I still enjoy checking out the fantastic costumes other people wear, especially when they’re homemade or unusual.

Speaking of unusual—how about a Santa costume at Halloween?

[Screeching record sound here.]

Um, wait. What, Jade?

Well, as you may know, Foreword Literary is set to release Holiday Spice early next month. My story, “Office Santa,” is included in the anthology—and it happens to be inspired by a photo I once saw of a woman dressed up as Mrs. Claus for Halloween! The costume was a sassy little number…and that’s how “Office Santa” ended up narrated by a gal named Kristi, an adored member of her office team who really loves a man in a Santa suit.

So, in the spirit of Halloween, sexy costumes, and all things Christmas cheer, here’s a sneak peek at “Office Santa”:

Me and Office Santa—we go way back.

See, after seven years of organizing our annual holiday party, I’ve learned I have a real affinity for a gentleman in a Santa costume—which is saying a lot, since I love a man in a suit and tie, and the male partners around here look so delicious in their business wear it’s a miracle we don’t have a major sexual harassment problem. But Christ, put one of them in a fuzzy red suit with a squishy belly, a big black belt, matching boots, and that goddamn aphrodisiac of a hat, and I lose all semblance of self-control.

Part of the appeal is the man who dons the suit, of course. Last year, for example, it was David. He’s one of the busiest partners, so watching him slow down to have a glass of wine with the rest of us—appreciating the season and wearing that fantastic red costume—actually made him approachable. I mean, he was always that way with me, but no one ever saw that. Ours was an affair composed of exactly three entanglements: the first on the break room table after the rest of the company had gone home, the second when I picked him up from the airport after a conference since the driver I’d arranged had neglected to show, and the third the time I took him home from the holiday party. He’d spent the night tumbling around my apartment—he was a little awkward with the suit dangling around his thighs because I wouldn’t let him take it off. In return, I kept the sexy Mrs. Claus dress on and let him rip a hole in the crotch of my fishnets so he could get his hands on me. There’s something to be said for a man wearing a Santa hat while under your skirt, shoving his tongue way up inside until you come to visions of sugarplums and all that, so it was a win-win for us both…

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Wonder who will wear the suit this year? 😉 I hope you enjoyed the excerpt, and stay tuned for news on the official release date and buy links!

In the meantime—and just because it’s impossible to stop admiring this cover model—here’s another look at the cover of Holiday Spice:

Cover of Holiday Spice

I mean…those eyes…

Perfect costume, if you ask me.

Hope your costume is just as fun, and until next time—have a safe and sexy Halloween!

XX,
Jade

Picture of panties around red shoes

It Starts With a Kiss

Welcome…to a world of naughty words and play.Picture of panties around red high heels

Kick off your shoes,
Climb under the covers,
And get comfortable.
It all starts with a kiss—

XX,
Jade