Posts Tagged With: danica avet

New release-Fondled and Gobbled One More Slurp

Okay, I’m a bad promo whore. Bad, bad, bad. For a chick who writes dirty books I should be much better at pimping myself out, but I practically missed the release of this awesome book written with my very funny crazy bitch friends.

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A well-endowed germophobe goes for a wild ride with a woman who knows no boundaries and her inadequately endowed boyfriend. Two BDSM novices learn that not everyone can top—when everyone wants to sub. Big boobs, big hair, a shrill voice and gunfire fetish—the hero finds the perfect woman. A girl who’s never seen a penis before—but her momma told her what to do if a man ever whipped one out in front of her.

If you’re looking for the perfect romance with the perfect hero and heroine, this isn’t it! This is a series of spoofs, parodies, just-for-fun lighthearted take-offs. It’s for all us longtime, hard-core romance readers who can laugh at the clichés, purple prose and “suspend your disbelief” plot devices that haunt our beloved favorite genre.

An Exotika® erotica anthology from http://www.ellorascave.com/fondled-and-gobbled-one-more-slurp.html

Find it at Ellora’s Cave, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble.

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Danica Remembered To Blog!

Hey y’all, I remembered to blog on my day this month. Yay!

Let’s get down to the nitty-gritty, shall we? Readers and writers have things that really disgusts them when it comes to books. It’s what makes this business ever-changing and being a reader both awesome and annoying. I loved reading the blog this month because I found myself nodding at several points. First person POV is one I don’t particularly enjoy, but there are some exceptions. The ew factor in sex scenes is one that’s purely subjective and while I see the point, it all depends on the reader and their experiences.

My personal peeves? I’m more likely to toss a book away if a main character dies, or proves too stupid to live, or is too weak to stand on their own. I’m more into the characterization and the story than what genre or POV they’re written in. If the story is good (as in it appeals to you), you’ll barely even notice which POV it’s in. I’ve had that happen to me a few times. I became so engrossed in the character that I didn’t care it was first person. The same for some sex scenes. If it fits the characters and what they’d do, then I’m okay with how they express themselves in bed. I don’t think “Where’s the condom?” or “Is he tasting his cum on her lips?”. I think “They’re so sexy together!”

Characterization is my biggest issue with books. How can you love a story if you hate the hero or the heroine? I try my best not to write characters like that, but then again, it’s all subjective, isn’t it? A heroine I think is hilarious might be too abrasive to someone else. A hero I see as dark and brooding can seem serial killerish to another reader. I’ve heard ‘you can’t please everyone’ and it’s the complete truth.

Which means I know some people are going to despise my newest release, Dean’s List. Some of my loyal readers will probably want to burn it because it’s nothing like my usual work. It’s not a paranormal and it isn’t a regular romance. It’s a contemporary EC for Men. And it has nothing to do with love and everything to do with fantasies. But I like the story, like my hero and his many heroines. And I suppose deep down, that’s all that matters.

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A quick romp in his home office with his family upstairs. A roadside quickie in his car after picking up a stranded motorist. A dominating woman who uses and abuses him in the most delicious of ways. These are just a few things that make Dean McKnight the luckiest man alive. Top it off with a successful career, a wonderful family and a hot, adventurous wife, and Dean couldn’t be happier.

With the option of having a different beauty every night of the week, Dean’s list is packed with women who fulfill all his darkest fantasies. He just never knows which one will show up next.

An EC for Men contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave 

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The End of the World

And if you’re here, I’ve just made an ass of myself with that title.

Yup, I’m back and it…apparently isn’t the end of the world. Which means the twelve men whose asses I pinched last night thinking I wouldn’t suffer repercussions will be contacting the police today and have me arrested. I hope y’all didn’t do something similar. If you did, I’ll be seeing you in the slammer.

Before that happens though, I’m going to admit a very horrible secret about Christmas and holiday stories…I don’t read them in season. I never do. I always seem to read Christmas stories in the Spring and Valentine’s Day stories around Thanksgiving and Halloween stories…well, all year-long. It’s weird. I never seem to be in sync with the publishing industry, which is fine with me. I don’t read something just because it’s about the upcoming holiday. In fact, I think I prefer not to. My holidays never turn out like heroines of the books I read.

That doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy holiday stories. I do. But I’m not reading one at the moment. I’m actually reading this:

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It’s not exactly a holiday story, but it makes me happy. I do like books that combine humor and emotional torture and zombies. You gotta have something with zombies! It’s the end of the world! Really. Okay, it isn’t.

As for the shopping and Christmas spirit…yeah, I’m not feeling the latter and exhausted from the former. Why is it we drive ourselves insane trying to get the perfect present, braving the crowds and putting a big dent in our wallets when the person getting the present will forget about it in five months? Oh, they’ll love it and adore it and hug it and squeeze it…but after about four or five months they’ll no longer wear it/use it/look at it and then it’ll be time for Christmas all over again and you’re right back where you were before.

Am I ranting? No. I swearz I’m not.

I’m going to go drown my Christmas present anxiety in eggnog and tinsel. Happy Holidays my friends and stay thirsty smutty!

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A Dirty Thanksgiving

Oh hey, y’all! I’m Danica Avet, brand new author here on 69 Shades of Smut. I write paranormal erotic romance with a touch of Cajun spice for Ellora’s Cave, Evernight Publishing and Siren Publishing. Obviously, I was born and raised in south Louisiana and as I’m sure most of y’all know, we love our food here. And we especially love hot, spicy food. Isn’t that what we’re supposed to be talking about this month? Food? Well have I got it for y’all.

Tomorrow’s Turkey Day here in the U.S. This is a time for families to come together, eat until they have to roll themselves home, park themselves in front of a television and watch football (or hockey). Isn’t there some kind of hockey exhibition game on Thanksgiving day as well? I don’t know much about hockey. The only ice we see down here is in our drinks. But we’re not here to talk about sports, which is my second favorite thing in the world. We’re talking about food and the smuttiness that can be found at the Thanksgiving dinner table.

I’m going to talk about some of the buzz words that could be taken completely out of context by a dirty-minded author. *raises her hand* That would be me, by the way.

Stuffing the turkey:

I’m so juvenile sometimes, it’s a wonder I’ve manage to function in the real world. We don’t stuff turkeys down here. Or at least my family doesn’t. Stuffing it sounds like you’re either going to mount it on the wall (heh, I said mount) or fill it with feathers. Or, if you have an inner 12-year-old boy, something illegal is going inside that poor, frozen turkey. Stuffing it good and hard. Food porn!

Talk of pie:

Again, my inner 12-year-old boy wants to go all stupid with the pie jokes. Especially since every year my uncle sits down with the cherry pie he eats with his fingers, a glazed look on his face. Really? There are so many things I could say about cherry pie, apple pie and hair pie, but that wouldn’t be right. I mean, these people are my family members. Y’all aren’t. Sorry.

Dirty Rice:

There’s a bit of a debate over the difference between dirty rice and rice dressing. My family never eats rice dressing. It’s always dirty rice in our house even though we don’t cook ours with chicken gizzards or liver. If the rice is brown and has meat in it, it’s dirty. Dirty, dirty rice. Every holiday has dirty rice. Rice is like its own food group in south Louisiana and the name is awesome. Dirty. Rice. It’s like that Janet Jackson, Nasty Boys song when she says her name is Janet, Ms. Jackson if you’re nasty. It’s rice…dirty if you’re Cajun. See? It totally works.

And that’s all I have. I apologize if this post made absolutely no sense. I’m just coming off of an upper respiratory infection and ze drugz are making me loopy. I really do hope everyone who celebrates Thanksgiving has a wonderful, safe holiday. Get nasty with your food, call it dirty and make obscene jokes (in your mind) when someone talks about how hard they stuffed the turkey.

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