What Goes On Tour (Part 1)

A new piece of naughtiness has emerged. I wrote this story a while ago, intending it for a magazine that never quite happened. I decided it was time for it to see the light of day. It was inspired by my rock star muse, my *ahem* naughty past, and of course my overactive imagination.

WARNING: This is erotica – although Part 1 doesn’t get too steamy. Things will hot up in Parts 2 and 3!

This excerpt is fairly safe. Follow the link if you want more.


This was the night, I decided as I watched him. We had been flirting for weeks, all the way through the tour, in fact. There were only a few days to go, so now was the perfect time.

There were a few ladies milling around, hoping against hope. But it was me on the receiving end of his brilliant smile as I waved a beer at him from across the room. That smile, and those ocean blue eyes of his – they were going to get him into trouble. At least they would if I had anything to do with it.

The after-show party was winding up. In a moment, it would be back to the hotel. I didn’t want to run the risk of him slipping through my fingers. I had done too much preparation, both in the way I was dressed, and in my room, for that.

As he walked over to me and I handed him the beer, I caught him glancing at my cleavage. I had chosen my dress – and my underwear – for maximum effect. And convenience, but that was for later. When he realised I had clocked him staring, his gaze swiftly changed direction. Cute.

“I love your boots,” he remarked. I did a little twirl, showing them off. Of course he liked them – they were knee-high, lace-up black leather, with a four inch stiletto heel. Very rock chick, together with my long black dress, which clung in all the right places. I gave him a wink by way of thanks.

“So,” I said, as I clinked bottles with him, “How about we finish these, and instead of you hopping on the bus, I give you a lift back?”

“Uh-huh?” I heard the unspoken question in his voice.

“Then how about instead of saying goodnight, you come back to my room?” I didn’t say more, letting my expression speak for itself.


Read more here, if you’re feeling frisky… ;)

(Photo credits to Irene Nocentini. Photo is cropped.)

(Photo credits to Irene Nocentini. Photo is cropped.)

Happy Belated 2nd Blogiversary To Me!

Good grief, it’s been a month since my last blog post. A month! I know I said I wasn’t going to be posting as much due to work commitments and whatnot, but really…

I did catch a horrible bug 3 weeks ago, which wiped me out. Only felt properly better this week, so that’s my excuse. Every time I sat down to write it felt like my head was stuffed with cotton wool. How is this different from normal? – Long-suffering hubby ;)

Also, my mum has decided to move out of the big old house she’s rattling around in, into a lovely bungalow. Hubby and I have been helping her pack, choose new furniture (she’s enjoying that bit!), and generally get ready for the move.

My 2nd Blogiversary has come and gone! Poor thing, it didn’t get a cake, a couple of candles, or even a card. So: Happy 2nd Birthday, My Blog.

Did I achieve what I wanted to in my 2nd year of blogging? Hmm, let’s see:

Write more short fiction and flash fiction, to post on my blog and other blogs.
Yes! I did that. It’s petered out a bit recently, but I still managed to write a lot of short stories last year. And I have many more unfinished/in need of editing. :)

Submitting the above to magazines and anthologies.
I didn’t do as much submitting as I hoped to, but I did do some. I was pleased to have a flash fiction story in December’s issue of The Sirens Call eZine ‘Scriptum in Morte’. Read my short story of Death, plus many others, here: http://www.sirenscallpublications.com/pdfs/SirensCallEZine_December2014.pdf

Blog at least once a week.
This went well until the beginning of this year, when work schedules and commitments changed. I’m going to keep blogging, hopefully every 2 weeks (if you don’t count this last month!)

Working on my novel.
Umm, aah. This is the one that hasn’t happened. I have looked at it, and I’m coming to the conclusion that I need to make some large-ish changes to the story. I planned it, and starting writing it, before I began my blog, learnt so much from you guys, and did my Creative Writing course. In the light of what I know now, revising is required. I don’t know when I’ll get back to it at the moment – but that’s okay. I started this writing malarkey for fun, and it’s going to stay fun. Other stories need to be told, so novel is on the back burner for now, simmering.

I did also complete my Open University Creative Writing course, which I enjoyed very much. I wouldn’t rule out further study (if you’d said to me a few years ago that I’d go back to Uni, I would’ve laughed in your face), so it shows how much things can change.

Aims for this year? Well, until my mum is moved and her house is sold, I can see this year continuing in a similar way to the last few months. I’ll try to keep up my blog, post some fiction occasionally, and maybe submit some more pieces for publication. I hope to be able to change my schedule in the 2nd half of the year to include more writing again, but let’s not count those pesky chickens!

Pic courtesy of perezsolomon.com

Pic courtesy of perezsolomon.com

I also hope to start keeping up with everybody else’s blogs and writing again. I’m off to get reading your posts now. Byeee! :D

Stronger Within —-the dream’s come true!

Karen Soutar:

Hey, everyone! I know I’ve been absent from this blogging world for a while (more on that later), but I just had to return to let you know about my friend Coral’s debut novel. Read her post to find out all about it, and how it came to be written – then go buy the book! ;) I can wholeheartedly recommend it.

Originally posted on coralmccallum:

Well, the day is finally here! The wait is over!

(My hands are trembling a little with nervous excitement as I write this.)

Book Baby has been born!


Stronger Within, my debut novel (eek!) is live in the Kindle Store on Amazon for the all the world to see. (Takes deep breath…..)

Actually seeing it on there, with my name and a price tag beside it, has stirred a plethora of emotions within me – a bit like childbirth does, to continue with that analogy.

The last few days have been an emotional rollercoaster. Despite my best laid plans – I had the whole week off work to complete the final edit and preparations – Mother Nature threw a spanner in the works. For the first time in almost twenty years, I was ill and spent two days in bed and another under a blanket on the couch – flu!…

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RIP Sir Terry Pratchett

A great writer left us for the next chapter today. His writing makes me laugh – and cry, often at the same time. He will always be one of my biggest influences. A man who loved cats, and witches, and theatre, and music, and werewolves, and dragons, and who wrote powerful women. I will miss having new works to read, but what an amazing legacy he has left the world.
Goodbye, Sir Terry. I’m sure you and Death are having a curry, surrounded by cats, in a dodgy Discworld cafe. Give Binky a sugar lump from me.

People Watching at a Rock Concert

So the rock music year began a couple of days ago with a visit to legendary Glasgow venue ‘The Barrowlands’, to see Halestorm. For once hubby and I didn’t queue all day like mad people to get to the front. For this one, we lurked at the back, drank Irn Bru, and enjoyed the music. I also enjoyed something you can’t do if you’re on the barrier: people watching.

The wonderfully tacky  Barrowland sign  - its been like this for as long as I can remember. Pic courtesy of Gordon Soutar

The wonderfully tacky Barrowland sign – its been like this for as long as I can remember. Pic courtesy of Gordon Soutar

It’s fascinating to watch other people at gigs. Most people are similar: bouncing up and down, air punching, horns up, singing along, having a good time and not spoiling anyone else’s night, even if they’ve had a few drinks. It’s great fun looking around and seeing everyone united in support of a fantastic band.

Then there are those who behave in such a way that they either a) mystify me or b) get on my nerves. Here are a few examples:

Moshers. Especially the ones who are clearly off their face. Why go to a gig and throw yourself into a melee of nutters where you’re extremely likely to get injured? The ones who are totally out of it – they could be anywhere. Why pay all that money when you’re not paying attention to the band?
Having said this, my friend’s son seems to be on the way to becoming an expert mosher. Must ask him what he sees in it… :)

Excessively drunk people in general. Who appear to have no idea where they are. Again, why not just go the pub? Then there are the ones who are rowdy and aggressive and spoil it for others, especially youngsters who are new to gigs. Take your drunken bad attitude somewhere else. Home, preferably.

On to something not annoying, but mystifying…okay, it is annoying. The couple who stood near to us and basically snogged the faces off each other for most of the gig. Hello, the band is over there! Yuck, you’re distracting me. Again, please take it home where you can’t gross everyone else out.

If you’re a big lad, don’t squeeze through and then stand in front of the shortest lassie you can find. That’s just rude. Stand behind her, you moron! She might thank you for it later…okay, probably not. ;)

When the band play the occasional ballad, don’t talk all the way through it. There’s Lzzy Hale with her beautiful voice and piano, singing her heart out – for all of about two minutes. Don’t worry, hardcore rockers, the noisy stuff will be back shortly. In the meantime, shut the f**k up.

I’m sure those of you who don’t see the appeal of going to gigs are thinking ‘Ugh, that’s why I don’t want to go!’ Let me reiterate that most people are NOT like this. Rock fans are some of the nicest folk you will ever meet. I’ve made so many friends around the world and had so much support from my rock music community. It’s become a cliché in itself, I know, but I find that the tattooed, pierced, black-clad brigade are usually far nicer and much less judgemental than many others I’ve met. Anyway, I digress.

Mz Lzzy Hale rocking out wearing our flag. Pic courtesy of Coral McCallum

Mz Lzzy Hale rocking out wearing our flag. Pic courtesy of Coral McCallum

Halestorm played a blistering set and further secured their place on my list of top bands to see live. I love Lzzy Hale’s lyrics – her songs really resonate with me: strong empowered women taking charge of their lives, especially in the bedroom. Sexy stuff. Some of my erotica pieces are actually inspired by her words. Then there’s her brother Arejay on drums. This guy has to be seen to be believed! No hiding behind the drum kit for him – he’s a consummate entertainer and a huge part of the rock show.

Arejay Hale demonstrates his unique drumming style. Pic courtesy of Coral McCallum

Arejay Hale demonstrates his unique drumming style. Pic courtesy of Coral McCallum

Next gigs are folk and orchestral music – yes, really! Then it’s back to rock again at the end of April. Until then, I’ll just have to crank up the new surround sound system. ;)

Jumping on the 50 Shades Bandwagon, Or, Me Ranting About Sex In Writing

As a writer of erotica, I’ve followed the whole 50 Shades debate with interest. I’ve read all three books; yes, I enjoyed them. I haven’t seen the film yet. I don’t have any fantastic insights or conclusions to add, I’m sure, but here’s my two penn’orth anyway. ;-)

Number one pet peeve: the people who are criticising the book when they haven’t read it. Or if they have, they’ve read a different book to me. I know everyone takes different stuff away from a book: that’s the beauty of one. But some of the things people have said are so inaccurate that I began to question if my memory was going wonky. So I’ve just re-read all three books. Nope, turns out they just hadn’t read it.

Yes, it’s not the most brilliantly written thing I’ve ever read. Neither is it by far the worst. So what? I thought it was a page-turner, but not everyone will. That’s fine.

Several people have said Christian ‘stalks’ Ana at the beginning of the book, until she agrees to have a relationship with him. Ahem…I should probably be locked up then, because I did the same to most of the guys I fancied when I was younger. I didn’t have access to a helicopter, a private jet, or even a fast car, but as far as my meagre finances would allow, I turned up at their workplace, their watering hole, and made sure I got noticed. Did it work? Sometimes. Did I ever get a lasting relationship out of it? Ask hubby.

Oh, and I’ve been stalked. House watched, harassing phone calls, and physically attacked. That’s a story for another time, but for me, what Christian does is not stalking.

It’s a STORY. This is the big one, isn’t it?

Should we not have these stories, because some people might take them as gospel truth, or some kind of handbook on how to have a relationship?

Some of you will say, ah, but, these stories aren’t necessary. Why do we need stories about kinky sex, fucked-up people (ooh, I swore), and odd relationships? Well, by the same standard, why do we need stories about dragons, spaceships, and Superman? Let’s get rid of all those too. Ah, but those stories don’t harm anyone. Tell that to the young me who jumped out of her bedroom window to see if she could fly. (I can’t, but I have great balance and I can land really well. Otherwise that story would have ended very differently). And yes, I knew even back then that I was being stupid. I did it anyway. There lies the story of human nature.

I got most of my sex education in my early teens from Jackie Collins and Danielle Steel. My mum had told me the mechanics of sex when I asked, aged 10. She explained very well, too, but what she couldn’t explain was passion, desire, or even love. My parents didn’t have a loving relationship. I learned about those from books. I also learned about wanting the wrong person, making the wrong decisions, why drugs and sex can be a dodgy mix, and all kinds of other stuff. Did I think that what I read was ‘reality’? No! Was it the definitive way to conduct a relationship or a sex life? No. Did I think ‘Hmm, I might like to try that?’ Yes.

What did I learn from reading trashy sexy novels? That men and women can both be monsters. That women can be empowered and take charge in and out of the bedroom. That playing around with different sex scenarios can be fun. IF YOU WANT TO.

There can be true love, great sex, and all points around and in between. There can also be crap relationships and crap sex. There can be abuse from both men and women. These things I didn’t learn only from books.

Aren’t we just catering to the lowest common denominator if we don’t write, film, paint, sculpt, whatever, this kind of stuff? Isn’t it just another example of ‘dumbing down’? Surely the answer is BETTER EDUCATION. About fiction, about fantasy, and that crossing it over to reality should only happen WHEN YOU WANT IT TO.

Ana chooses to try Christian’s way. She enjoys it, and when she asks him to go further to see what it’s like, and hates it, she dumps him and leaves. They get back together, but then he has to make changes if he wants to be with her, because she doesn’t like all the stuff he likes. So.

I like a straightforward romance as much as the next person. I also like to have my buttons pushed every so often. Damaged people are much more fascinating to read about than sweet, simpering heroes and heroines. The rogue cop who gets results is way more interesting than the policeman who does it by the book. Don’t we just love the maverick doctor who takes risks and saves the patient’s life with an unorthodox treatment? In real life, the lines will never be so neatly drawn.

Yes, I like this stuff. Sue me.

Yes, I like this stuff. Sue me.

Fun With Flash Fiction (and Beer)

I had a moan on my blog the other week about my current writing slump. Big thanks to all who sympathised, encouraged, and suggested ideas to help. I love you all!

I’ve been looking back over what I’ve written in the past year. One thing that’s struck me is how much flash fiction I have – much of it written before I even knew what flash fiction was. A lot of it was written for my Creative Writing course exercises. Of course, some of it’s awful. But there a few stories where I’ve thought ‘Hmm, I quite like that!’

I think flash fiction may be my way back into writing. A word count of between 100 and 1000 is not too daunting. That’s not the only reason I like it, though. It forces you to be tight with your words. Flowery phrases and pointless waffle are out. Flash is a great way to hone your writing skills.

My next question to myself is: do I do the A-Z Blogging Challenge in April? I’ve had an idea for a theme for it since a couple of years ago, and it would be flash fiction stories that I’d be posting. Or is that me putting pressure on myself again? I’ll have a think about it…watch this space.

Here’s a 100 word flash I found from way back at the beginning of my writing course. We were given a random word generator by our tutor. The word it chose for us was to be our prompt – no cheating and changing it! I got ‘Pub’. How apt, those that know me cry. You should have had no problem writing about that.

So of course, my story wasn’t about an actual pub. But it was inspired by the word. And by hubby and his friends’ love of real ale. And their ability to spend a lot of time in the garage, with said ale. ;-)


Amber Nectar

George watched as Andy poured the pint. It was like seeing a mother hen with her chick. Andy had been fussing around his home brew kit for what seemed like hours, with George feeling more parched by the minute and wishing he had gone to the pub instead.

His friend was proud of his own beer, though, so George was in Andy’s garage, waiting to taste the new batch. He accepted the pint with due reverence, knowing he was privileged to sample it first. He took a sip of the smooth golden liquid.

‘Perfect’, he exclaimed.

Andy beamed with pride.