This year's Best Lesbian Erotica (2016) marks the twentieth anniversary of the series and I am so honored to have been chosen as one of the contributors. My short stories have appeared in six editions of the series ('08, '10, '11, '12, '14, and now '16) and they've all been special, but the most memorable to me are the fist and the last. Let me tell you why.
The first is special to me for two reasons: First, the story, itself, is special and completely unforgettable. You see, I am a New Yorker and that story is my 9/11 story. I didn't set out to write a 9/11 story at all, it just turned out that way. I actually set out to write a ghost story for a lesbian ghost story anthology. I guess it wasn't what the editor was looking for. I sent it to Tristan Taormino for BLE 08 and, happily, she did like it. I read the story at Kathleen Warnock's famous December BLE reading at her Drunken, Careening, Writers, reading at KGB Bar in New York City that year and managed to get through it without breaking down. I don't do that anymore because now I can't. It's a special story.
This year's story is called "Hot Blood" and is very different from anything I've written before. Originally published in the anthology, Appetites: Tales of Lesbian Lust, edited by Ily Goyanes. It's another paranormal story and, really, that's why it's so different. I don't write paranormal fiction. Don't get me wrong; I love paranormal fiction, I've just never taken on the mantel of producing it, other than editing some very cool paranormal anthologies, such as The Sweetest Kiss: Ravishing Vampire Erotica and Seductress: Erotic Tales of Immortal Desire (which is succubus erotica). I don't have a story in either of those. No, my paranormal fiction, it would see, is reserved for Best Lesbian Erotica.
I'm not going to tell you what "Hot Blood" is about. You're going to have to find out for yourself when you read the book. But I can tell you it was another "accident." When I started writing, I wasn't sure where I was going with this story, but I liked the character I'd created. I discovered who she was and what would going to happen as I wrote. I want to thank Sacchi Green for including this story, and be extension, me, in BLE 2016. As I said, totally honored to be there, and with another unexpected story. I really hope you like it.
Follow the blog tour. Here are the dates:
(Comment on any of these posts for a chance to win a free copy of Best Lesbian Erotica 20th Anniversary Edition. The drawing will be held by February 28th and the winner announced by March 5th.)
Megan McFerren- "The Royalty Underground"
Harper Bliss-"Reunion Tour"
D. L. King -"Hot Blood"
Jean Roberta-"Tears from Heaven"
Sinclair Sexsmith-“Luscious and Wild”
Rose P. Lethe-“A Professional”
Valerie Alexander-“Grind House”
Annabeth Leong-“Give and Take”
Frankie Grayson-“Mirror Mirror”
Cheyenne Blue-“The Road to Hell”
Emily L. Byrne-“The Further Adventures of Miss Scarlet”
Sossity Chiricuzio-“Make them Shine”
Teresa Noelle Roberts-“Tomato Bondage”
Here's an excerpt from "Hot Blood" that won't give anything away:
I walked into the Bluebell and saw that my usual table was occupied. I took a seat at another two-top away from the windows. It was too bad. I like being able to look out when I’m eating, but the cute, little redhead who’d stolen my table almost made up for it.
“Morning, Van.” Tory turned my cup over and poured the best coffee in Washington State into it. “Sorry about your table. Want your usual?”
“Yeah, thanks. No worries. It’s not like my name’s on it or anything. ‘Sides, I’m kinda likin’ the view from here.”
Tory chuckled and went off to place my order with the kitchen and I took a few more surreptitious glances at the redhead. Definitely from out of town, I knew all the locals and I would have remembered seeing her. I wondered what she was doing here. We’re off the beaten path and not really a tourist destination. Maybe she had relatives in the area.
I cut into the beautiful, rare steak Tory placed on my table, and it bled into the hash browns and eggs, just the way I like it. I’m a carnivore. Well, I suppose I’m an omnivore, to be absolutely correct. I eat other things, like vegetables and breads and fruits too, but I like meat, the bloodier the better. The redhead was eating dry toast and what looked like a yogurt, fruit and granola mix, along with one of those big cups. They held the fancy coffees, like the lattes and such. Nope, I was a meat and black coffee woman. But she sure was cute.
I laid waste to the plate and did everything but lick it clean in about fifteen minutes. I took my time to watch the view, but I had to get back to work and find out what was wrong with that pretty sports car. I left money on the table and called a good bye to Tory and went back to the garage, fueled and ready to work.
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