Crazy, Sad Day

I’m so glad to have the words flowing again. 9300 words plus of the 50k on Blood & Sex 4.

So far today, I had to deal with a neighbor shooting my Doxie, emotional moments too from the one year annivetsary of my
Grandma Darlene’s death.  Then I put all that to the craft.

Another bit of editing a scene that didn’t feel right. Fighting Jonas out of the scenes as usual. I swear, Im gonna give him his own series one day!

Plus, I re-read my story in an upcoming anthology. I’m so excited, and will give you more information,on that soon. For now, I’m going back to my fantasy world for a little peace.

On Vampires…

From a guest blog at N.O.R. on

“…I want to discuss something with all of you. My newest book, Blood & Sex, Volume 2: Jonas, came out this month, and all this talk about my vampires got me to thinking. What has us so enthralled by these mythical leaches?

I’ve researched this while working on the Blood & Sex series, though each of the vampires is shaping up to represent a single fetish. The more that I write and chat with readers, the more I learn that these creatures represent a deeper need that is often hidden, even from us.

What is so danged hot about vampires anyway?

It seems that even from the first vampire story, sexuality and the vampire are permanently united. Long before the modern dark romances became acceptable, if not mainstream, the vampires were bad guys. They were frightening monsters, closely related to the modern zombie. Still, a few stories featured attractive beings such as Dr. John Polidori’s “The Vampyre” and Sheridan Le Fanu’s seductive female in “Carmilla”. Dracula and a few of his contemporaries also tempted young women into dark deeds. The mind control that generally came along with the character’s powers excused the sensual familiarity that the vampire’s embrace demanded, allowing the victim (and the reader) to experience the sexual experience without the guilt heaped on by religion and society.

After the sexual revolution of the sixties, vampires came out of the roles as villains or guilty pleasures, and moved into the hero category. Barnabas Collins of Dark Shadows started the sympathetic version of the monster with the elements of undying love in the story line. This daytime gothic soap opera made the vampire an endearing personality for the masses.

Anne Rice turned the monster into a sexy protagonist with much of his humanity intact, beginning with Interview with the Vampire. For many readers, the series was their first look at sensual stories and positive homosexuality in fiction. Today, Stephenie Meyers’ Twilight saga brings the vampire hero to the next generation through Edward Cullen. Although the story is far from being an erotic romance, Edward and Bella’s relationship smolders with the promise of more throughout the series. Their sexual relationship is one of the main conflicts and is, for many teens, the first brush with eroticism in literature. Even a generation ago, this combination of vampire and teen sexuality would have been unacceptable.

What does it mean?

I’m convinced that the vampire’s ascension to the hero in our modern myths is directly tied to the sexual liberation of our society. As we grow in the acceptance of our needs and the needs of others, our vampires become more mainstream and openly sexual. For some, they still represent an acceptable submission to another through no weakness of our own, as does the fantasy of mind control. For others, it is the draw of a lover with centuries of practice. In any case, these preternatural creatures represent the darker needs in us, which have remained taboo throughout our history, especially for women.

When I asked Lisa Lane, my friend and author of the popular new vampire series The Darkness and the Night, what vampires meant to her, she replied:

“I believe the fascination so many people have with vampires stems to the primal, basic urges that course through every human being. Vampires represent the wild, hungry creature that exists within us all, and the fantasies surrounding them allow us safely to explore hard-wired issues such as control and submission. We are all animals, but we are also all civilized beings; in exploring the animal, however, I believe we are able better to understand the human.”

Your Opinion

This reference to animals from Lisa made me thinking more about the role that werewolves play within this vampire lore, but I’ll save that for another blogging day.

In the end, vampires are all of the above, depending on my mood, and that’s obvious in the dominant natures and fetishes explored in my vamp series.

That’s why I’d like to hear from you.

What do vampires represent to you? Is it simply the strength and danger of the mythical creature? Or is it something deeper?

Post a comment today, I’ll automatically enter you in the drawing for a free copy of Blood & Sex, Vol. 1: Michael.

Until next time…
Angela

If you want to know more about me and the guys of the Blood & Sex series, check out my blog at angelacameron.wordpress.com. You can also find excerpts at http://www.ravenousromance.com/ and at my website http://www.angela-cameron.com/.”

New Release today! REKINDLED FIRE, includes my first witch story!

New Release today! Included: “Love Power” – my first witch story!

REKINDLED FIRE Anthology
Edited by Elle Amery

Rekindled Fire traces the stories of ten couples who lose each other, only to find their way back together once again. The love stories here contain two unifying elements: profound love and erotic, passionate heat. Whether the story is contemporary or features magic, vampires or shape shifting; whether it involves spanking, bondage, or simply pure, unadulterated sex; or whether the couples have been torn apart for several months or one hundred years; one question remains the same: Will these former lovers be able to rekindle the flame of love?

Contributing Authors:

Angela CameronRekindled Fire
Amber Hipple
Jen Bluekissed
Vanessa Vaughn
K. Ann Karlsson
Nini Richou
Cora Zane
Janne Lewis
Louisa Bacio
Elle Amery

ISBN:  978-1-60777-214-9
From $4.24

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Love Power by Angela Cameron

“I can’t believe I’ll be at Tulane tomorrow.” Isabell rolled onto her side, readjusting so her ribs didn’t push so hard against the planks beneath her. She eased closer to the bare, muscular chest of Taylor Wyndham, keenly aware of the heat generated by Wynd’s body. Water sloshed with the movement, lapping the wood below the deck.

She shivered, but it wasn’t from the climate. Nothing was wrong with the weather. The sky was bright with a million stars, and even the nightingale was singing in the forest across the water. The day had been a scorcher, and even in shorts and a tank top, lying on the dock, the humid summer night was far too hot for chills. A gentle wind came off Wyndham Lake, blowing over the length of her body and cooling her skin where the beads of sweat were exposed. But the breeze wasn’t what had caused her to shiver. The chill was inside her, twisting her gut.

Wynd pulled her tighter and wrapped his heavy arm around her waist. “It won’t be that bad.”

“It’s too far.”

“We’ll talk every night if you want.”

“It never works, Wynd. You know that.” Isabell buried her face into the soft cotton of his shirt, letting the scent of his skin fill her nose. She squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears that threatened. “What if you get lonely?”

“I’ll call.”

Calls weren’t what she meant. He had to know that. If there was one thing that Taylor Wyndham wasn’t, it was stupid.

Wynd sighed and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Issie, and no one will ever make me forget.”

That first stupid tear streaked down the side of her face. He just didn’t get it. That silly romantic in him was the thing that she both loved and hated. It made him naïve. He always saw the happy ending for them and ignored all the other, more probable endings.

“Are you crying?” He pulled her face toward his.

The wind picked up, blowing the sweet scent of honeysuckle between them and tossing auburn strands of her hair into her face. Wynd’s emotions surged, the energy forcing the wind around them the way it always did when he was feeling particularly protective.

Isabell stared up into those blue-gray eyes and felt her heart start to swell again. It was almost magical, the way it always happened. First she’d look into his eyes. Then those colors would move and sparkle. Next thing, she’d feel like her heart was going to explode with love. Wynd was the most beautiful thing in the world, right down to that scar over his right eye from the fight he’d had with Harrison Gray in tenth grade after Harrison had made the mistake of grabbing her ass.

That was the first day she kissed Wynd—the first day she’d kissed anyone. She couldn’t resist: he was just so adorable with that bandage over his eye and his scraped knuckles. He insisted on walking her home down the path that led through the forest between their houses. Then there, next to where the stream fell off the hillside in a little waterfall, he kissed her. It was too perfect.

The kiss, and the burst of emotion it brought, was apparently all he’d needed to spark that magic inside him. She’d known about his family’s ability, and had eagerly waited along with Wynd for the day his would show. Wynd had been a late bloomer, at least by his family’s

standards. Most of the men in his family got their power at thirteen, but Wynd’s hadn’t come until that day. Still, it had been worth the wait. He was more powerful than anyone in three generations, according to his mother. That much had been evident in the way the wind had whipped through the tree, lightning had cracked through the sky, and the warm rain poured down on them.

It was the best kiss of her life, but it was the beginning of Wynd’s public persecution. Once his power started, he hadn’t been able to stop the magic when he was angry, hurt, or even when he just saw her. Many in their town suspected he had powers beyond what they could comprehend. Most were afraid of what he could do.

Wynd stroked her face again and she gave him a chaste kiss, whispering, “I don’t want to leave you.”

“I’m not letting you stay here, darlin’.” Wynd blinked, his long black lashes brushing against his cheekbones. “They saw your talent. Not everyone gets a free ride for four years. And you’ll be the first Carlisle with a degree. It’s too big for you to pass up.” He moved closer, almost touching her lips. “Besides, I’m yours, and a few years aren’t going to change anything.” Wynd grabbed her hand and toyed with the antique diamond engagement ring he’d given her just after graduation. “When you’re done with school, we’ll put that other ring on your finger.”

His breath was so sweet, and his olive skin so warm, like always. Isabell leaned toward him, but Wynd pulled away.

“Come with me,” she whispered.

“You know I can’t. I don’t have much time with Mom. Maybe a year.”

Joan Wyndham was too sick to go anywhere, but it seemed as if the cancer had always been a shadow looming over their relationship. Wynd had even missed taking Isabell to her

senior prom because he was sitting in the ER with his mother. But she couldn’t complain. Wouldn’t. He couldn’t help her illness any more than Joan could. There were three other brothers who could help take care of her. Wynd just wouldn’t let anyone else do it.

Isabell’s shoulders sagged under the weight of her guilt. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just—”

“Scared. Don’t be.” His lips brushed hers. “I should be worried about you. You’ll be in another state, at a college . . . with Harrison. I’m the one who should be scared.” Wynd pulled back a little. “Harrison’s after you. He’s always been after you. With me out of the way, he’ll come at you full bore. He’s a jealous jerk.”

“He’s a friend,” Isabell responded.

“A jealous jerk of a friend, maybe.”

“He doesn’t stand a chance. You’re much hotter.” She giggled.

“Hmm. Same here.” Wynd’s lips brushed hers again. He was so close that her heart was racing. “You’re the one, Issie. Nobody else.”

No one had to tell her that millions of boyfriends promised such things to their girlfriends each year. She knew how young romances went. Still, she couldn’t stop her eyes from slipping shut when his mouth finally landed on hers.

Wynd kissed her with a gentle precision that made it seem as if he was born to do nothing but this. His lips were too soft, his mouth too skilled. It always made her mind turn to mush. Especially when his hand slipped under her shirt, pushing against the cup of her bra like it was doing now.

Isabell pulled back, gasping for breath. “Are you trying to get me in trouble?”

“Your mom said I could keep you out all night as long as you weren’t a bitch to her on the trip tomorrow.” Wynd leaned down, burying his head in the arch of her neck.

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March Contest: Bloody Scavenger Hunt

March’s Contest : The Blood Scavenger Hunt

In honor of my newest release, Blood & Sex, Vol. 2: Jonas, I’m hosting a treasure hunt!

     Entering is easy. There are three ways to put your name in the drawing. First, is to find all the correct answers on the questionnaire and turn it in at contests @ angela-cameron.com. This earns you two entries.  

     You can also earn one entry by signing up for the newsletter, if you haven’t already. You can sign up at http://www.angela-cameron.com.

Blood & Sex, Vol. 2: Jonas by Angela Cameron

Blood & Sex, Vol. 2: Jonas by Angela Cameron

 

     Of course, purchasing a copy of one of Angela Cameron’s books during the month of March will count. Just email the receipt to contests @ angela-cameron.com with your name included. This earns you two entries

      Finally, You can also earn two entries by posting a review of one of Angela Cameron’s books on RavenousRomance.com, Fictionwise, Good Reads, All Romance Ebooks, or other public forum. Just post the review and email a link with your name to contests @ angela-cameron.com. Each review earns two entries.

 

The deadline for entries is Midnight CST on March 31.

 

The prizes include:

Free ebooks, a Ravenous Romance Gift Certificate, and other great goodies.

Enter today!

 

 

Questionnaire for the Bloody Scavenger Hunt

Hosted by: Angela Cameron

All the answers to the following questions can be found at:

Angela’s website – http://www.angela-cameron.com , Angela’s Blog – https://angelacameron.wordpress.com

In the info section on Blood & Sex, Vol. 2 (Here), In the Excerpt for Jonas (Here), Or Ravenous Romance (Here)

1.       What is the profession of Elena, Jonas’s love interest in Blood & Sex, Volume 2?

2.       What is the cost of an ebook on Ravenous Romances’ website?

3.       The decorative theme of Jonas’s new club is?

4.       Into what room does Jonas take Tori too when she’s drunk? (Hint: It’s in the excerpt.)

5.       Who is the hero in Blood & Sex, Vol. 1?

6.       Who wrote the last blog entry on the Ravenous Romance author’s blog? (Hint: the link is on the Ravenous home page.)

7.       Name one of Angela Cameron’s crushes. (Hint: Blog)

8.       What is the publication date for Blood & Sex, Volume 2?

9.       The name of Jonas’s new club is?

10.   Name one of the people mentioned in the Acknowledgements of Blood & Sex, Volume 2.

The Art of Being a Woman

A warning: Some of my next statements are broad generalizations, and should be taken as such. Every relationship is different. I’m not looking for an argument on what some men are like and some women. I’m only stating that I’ve come to a realization.

While watching The Other Boleyn Girl, I heard the mother tell the daughter that she had to let the men think that they are always in control and get what they want through other methods than “stamping” their feet. That, she said, was Feminine“the art of being a woman”.

I’ve heard this repeatedly, beginning when I was very young. Women always say this, either through words or actions, and it conflicts completely with the feminist ideas that we in Generation X were so steeped. One of my dearest friends feels the same way that I do and even her dad has told her to do this. She and I both refuse to indulge in this distasteful practice with our husbands, offering the truth as we see it at all times.

Inequality in the Genders

Why do we do this? We, the genders, are supposed to be equal. But we are not. While men excel at physical strength, women excel with the emotional. While both have the ability to betray and deceive, women I find to be the most treacherous because of their sensibilities and emotions. It his hard to fully trust them. I know plenty of other women who feel the same, and I can completely understand how men would feel so manipulated by them.

I have always tried to be the least manipulative person that I could. As such, this tactic of making men think things are their idea, only  to get one’s way,  flies directly in the face of everything I’ve believe is right and fair in relationships.

Gender Mind Games

Still, at 32, I’m finding that this method is more truly necessary than I’d feared. I’ve been watching other women and how they act with their husbands and lovers. It is true. This is the way that women get what they want. I am amazed—shocked—humbled.

I thought more highly of men than this. I suppose it was naïve of me to think that women and men could avoid the mind games and all the intricate emotional dance. But I was wrong.

There are so many sparks over the direct confrontations that refusing to be more subversive causes. Being this honest requires giving the ugly truth to men who, in many cases, do not want harsh reality from their woman. They Hot Couplewant their wives and girlfriends to be a welcomed break from reality, warm and soft. Women who are this frank are often looked at as nags and left for other women who offer more comfort.

Epiphany

Realizing this led me to understand that it’s not that the genders are unequal that causes this necessity but the relationship itself. When women have this emotional strength, they hold the ability to provide relief to the men who need it. If this means allowing the other person (man or woman) to see reality when they are ready and to feel some modicum of control over their own lives, is it so wrong?

It is, perhaps, more of a kindness that I’ve never understood. But I am learning, though my stubborn, fiery nature is making it a slow process. My poor husband must have an abundance of patience.

“Changing Moon” in Power Plays

My first werewolf story is out today in the sex and politics anthology:
Power Plays
edited by
Jamaica Layne

Read an Excerpt and Get Your Copy Now
www.ravenousromance.com
POWER PLAYS is a collection of twelve stories that explore the timeless connection between sex and political power. As Henry Kissinger famously said, “power is the ultimate aphrodisiac”, and the twelve authors contributing their hot stories to this anthology know that better than anyone. In POWER PLAYS, the intersection of sex and political power takes many forms—–including a threesome in Congressional chambers, a female President-elect who finds a boy-toy while traveling abroad, and a den of urban werewolves who fight to restore their rightful alpha male leader. These and many other erotic tales of sex and power make up this red-hot collection, which will capture your imagination and leave you thirsty for more.
Contributing Authors:
• Maryn Bittner • Jen Bluekissed • Angela Cameron • Nicole Dennis • Karlita Diamond • K.D. Grace • Victoria Lavy
• Olivia London • L.A. Mistral • Isabel Roman • Vanessa Vaughn • Brandi Woodlawn • Jamaica Layne

Semen and Mind Control?

That’s a new one on me. I’d never even imagined the possibility until I read the article today by Jena Pincott. The basis is that it works in fruit fly and should be the same in humans. The protiens enter the female bloodstream and should breech the barriers of the brain, allowing the body’s reproductive system and the female’s attraction to other men be somewhat controled by their male partner.

Also, there has been testing done that shows that women are with men who don’t use condoms are happier than those who do.  The study at SUNY Albany came to the conclusion, showing that the depression was less in women who were with unprotected partners.