Monday, December 31, 2012

Memorable Moments of 2012

I like to look back at the end of the year to all of the memorable moments I've experienced. There were a hell of alot of them this year!

Late February/Early March - finished writing Beyond The Edge, my first novel.

April - Beyond The Edge officially contracted by MLR Press.

June - Received the cover for Beyond The Edge from Winterheart Designs featuring the image of Michael Tattersall by Fernando Farfan that I purchased from the photographer.


July - Watched Scout Zeb win the title of first official Ottawa Pup ever, for 2012: Xtra Article and Blog Feature and Blog Interview with Scout

August - Took my daughter to her first Pride Parade with my wonderful friends, Richard and Morgan:


She took photos and watched me get piled on by Leather Pups when they caught site of me: Blog Feature.

September - Beyond The Edge released on the 21st! MLR Press. I hosted a book launch party that same date and was so pleased to have about thirty-five people show up to celebrate with me! Blog Feature and Photos.

October - I finally held the print copy of a book I had written in my hands. Nothing will ever compare to that, let me tell you!


I also witnessed it appear and hang out in the top ten list in the genre on Amazon.ca for about two weeks, even staying in the #1 spot for a few days! Really an unbelievable experience.

November - Met David Rimmer of After Stonewall and signed several copies of Beyond The Edge for him to sell: After Stonewall Facebook Page. So much fun!


Finally met Wanda Cotie of Wicked Wanda's and spoke about sex toys and kink, perusing some fascinating photos she had in store. Must make a coffee date with her in the new year! Wicked Wanda's Adult Emporium

Attended a seminar at MLOXX that pushed my boundaries and expanded my education. Thanks to Mike Tattersall and the incredible Scott and Rob for a most stimulating and enriching experience: Blog Feature.

Found out that my friend Karl won the title of MLO 2013!!! Blog Interview.

December - Scout Zeb nominated Beyond The Edge for a prestigious writing award given by the National Leather Association - International: NLA-I and the book was also nominated for Best BDSM Story in the Goodreads M/M Romance Group's Members' Choice Awards!


All in all, a fabulous and exciting year that I watch draw to a close with much satisfaction!

xoxo
~ Liz


New Short Story

Sorry I haven't been around here much. What with Christmas, my kids and me being sick, and my husband being home from work, I've been rather busy.

I have found the time to write another short story, called 'Leaving', which I've submitted to an erotica anthology being put together by Ms Leather Toronto for charity.

The call was for stories or scenes of approximately 3000 words (10 pages), so it's quite short, and a length I enjoy working with. I used the opportunity to create some backstory for two characters who I've introduced to The Cross and The Trinity (sequel to Beyond the Edge).

The story is about how Patrice (then 51) and Freddy (then 20) met in Toronto before Patrice moved to his current home in Montreal.



Here is the beginning:

Excerpt from 'Leaving':


“My name is Frederick.”
The young man murmured in my ear as I sipped my scotch, enjoying the burn in the back of my throat as much as I enjoyed the feel of the boy’s hot breath on my ear.
“And I need a place to stay tonight.”
I cleared my throat. “You can stay with me. But I’m not going to touch you. You’re far too young.”
He laughed, an uninhibited sound that warmed my heart even as it ridiculed my words. “Whatever you say, old man.”

*****

I drove him through the cold, slushy streets to my condo in Toronto’s Distillery District. On the way I learned he was originally from Ottawa and currently enrolled in the undergraduate Sociology program at the University of Toronto. He needed a place to crash because his roommate had his girlfriend over for the night.
I’d recently sold the condo in favour of a historic home in Montreal and it was in the process of being packed up, since I would move in just one week. The fashionable nightlife of the French city seemed more to my taste these days, although the hustle and bustle of Toronto had suited me for a long time. In my younger years, the incredible diversity and the shear size of Ontario’s capital had been a powerful draw. It was the closest thing to New York City that Canada could boast.
I greeted the concierge as we entered the lobby and noticed his skeptical glance at Frederick.
“My nephew.” I said with a cool smile, although why I felt I had to explain myself to this man was a mystery.
Frederick took my hand in his while we waited for the elevator, lacing our fingers and transmitting welcome warmth to my cold skin. When the elevator doors opened, he pulled me into the small space, regarding me with a teasing smile. I noticed he had the sweetest dimple on one side and the greenest eyes I’d ever seen.
“Your nephew, huh?”
I shrugged.
He laughed again. I found myself smiling, genuinely this time.
The elevator stopped at my floor and we exited into the hall. The bright overhead light made him appear even younger than he had in the bar. I’m sure I looked older. I keyed us into #1405.
He gazed curiously at the cardboard boxes and lack of furniture as we entered the unit.
“Moving in?”
“Out, rather. In a week.” I said.
“Oh.”
“To Montreal.”
“Why?”
I shrugged. “It’s where I grew up. I have family and friends there.”
“I’ve never been.”
“The bedroom,” I said, walking ahead of him through the wide, industrial space, “is not quite as deconstructed.”
He followed me to the large room at the back of the unit. The antique bed frame, dresser and armoire looked strange in the modern space. They would be the last things to go.
He removed his jacket, laying it on the wing chair in the corner. I took mine off as well and laid it on top of his. He walked over to the large window and gazed upon the lit expanse of Downtown Toronto.
“Wow! Great view.” 
Looking at the handsome young man framed in the dark window of my bedroom, I had to agree. But I said nothing.
He moved away from the window and sat on the bed, running his hands over the luxurious coverlet, gazing with excited eyes at me. Leaning back on his slim arms and kicking off his army boots, he patted the bedspread beside him.
 I hesitated.
“Come on, old man. We both know you didn’t bring me here to play checkers.” His green eyes burned with energy and mischief.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Real Hot Men - Guy L.M.

I've decided to begin a series of occasional posts titled Real Hot Men, because I know so many men who are just as hot, if not hotter, than the models used on the covers of romance novels or in the pages of fitness magazines.

I'm going to begin with a man who is my friend on Facebook, although we have never actually met in person. He has promised to have me over for tea and clotted cream. Hopefully that wasn't a euphemism ;) Guy is a teacher, has a boyfriend, and occasionally feels that he doesn't measure up to the muscle man ideals of gay culture.

Well, I don't know about gay culture, but he definitely measures up to my ideals of masculine beauty. It took me a while to make my selections from the many hot photos that he's had on his Facebook from time to time. These are my favourites:










Please show Guy some love and let him know that he doesn't have to be an Atlas to be full of masculine power. 

It's in your eyes, babe. *Muah*

~ Liz



Interview with Karl Couture, Mister Leather Ottawa 2013


In November, my friend Karl Couture (alias Pup Rolph) won the honoured title of Mister Leather Ottawa 2013.  I asked him if I could post a short interview to the blog about his experiences preparing for and winning the competition and about his plans for the year.

What inspired you to compete in MLO this year?

It wasn't really inspiration as more of a slap to the back of the head. I was on Facebook when all of a sudden I see a chat window pop up from Sir Kira. September 13, 2012 at 8:59pm: So, I have to ask...

Those famous words are what started a conversation of me saying I wasn't ready for a large competition and realizing I had nothing to back that statement up. I didn't feel I was ready but in reality I was more ready than I knew.

Photo by Joseph J. Deogracias
How did you come up with your fantasy scene? Was it easy or difficult to persuade Daniel to participate?

The fantasy scene came around in the above mentioned conversation. The Ottawa Knights had done a leather bar night that was sports themed. Well, I don't play sports and the most I ever did was a bit of tennis. All I had was a tennis ball lying around so I brought it with me to the bar. During the entire night, the same above-mentioned person was trying to take my ball but I resisted her attempts. This is where my idea evolved from and it was out of my norm since it was not related to puppies.

I had asked Daniel if he'd be up for it and he said sure, but of course I needed to ask Sir Kira, since he is her boy/fiancé. I asked Sir Kira and she said yes without any hesitation.

Did you get alot of support from friends and family?

I did! Everyone was so proud I was doing this, putting myself out there. They've been proud ever since I showed I wasn't scared anymore of showing who I was. This was one of the many cherries already on the top.

What was your favourite part of the weekend (other than winning the title)?

My speech was my favourite part of the weekend. The reason being is I had written my speech about my experience over the past year and how I wanted to bring that to the community. My advantage was I didn't hear the other speeches so I didn't have anything to judge myself on. No moment of 'I have to follow THAT speech'. I was going out there as if I was Contestant One, not Contestant Four.

What made it my most favourite part was when the crowd started cheering two thirds into my speech. All I could hear myself say in my head was 'Why are you cheering, I'm not done yet.' but when I spoke the last third of my speech and those cheers came back a second time amplified, I couldn't help but stand there proud of what I had accomplished!

Photo by Joseph J. Deogracias
When they announced that you'd won, what thoughts went through your head?

I was just ecstatic and it felt right. The feeling that I was the next Mister Leather Ottawa just felt as though it was supposed to happen. I did my best throughout the weekend, proved to myself and to others that I could be myself throughout any hardship that the weekend brought on, and I proved to myself I could do it! Winning proved to me that what I had said just three months prior was wrong. I wasn't ready but now I was a big fish and I'm about to swim out of my little pond to meet other big fish!!

As Mister Leather Ottawa 2013, what do you hope to accomplish within the community and on your own this year?

With the community I want to promote puppies to the full extent! They are my priority within my community and I want to see them grow and I want to see more puppies come out of hiding to join us in our fun!! I also want to go out into the world, which I havent' done for a very long time, to promote myself and meet many new and interesting people in different communities!

On my own I just want to continue growing as a person and as a puppy. I have had a rough year but it's getting better. I have alot of growing to do and experiences to have. Other than focusing on myself, I would love to find that special someone I can share my journey with again.

Photo by Joseph J. Deogracias

*****

Thank you so much Karl! And congratulations on your title once again!

Here is a link to an article at Leatherati that gives an in depth look at Ottawa's MLOXX weekend, with photos and videos of the contest, including Karl and Daniel's fantasy scene:

MLOXX Wrap Up

Enjoy!

~ Liz








Monday, December 3, 2012

Submission

I don't think there is anything sexier than someone who will willingly submit to your desires.  It is a tribute to their strength as a person, their love and respect for you, and the trust which they are willing to convey upon you.  

It can be, and often is, an incredibly sacred act.















~ Liz

Saturday, December 1, 2012

First Snow

This is what I posted at Flirty Author Bitches today:


On Monday the kids and I woke up to winter white blanketing the backyard.  Luckily my husband managed to keep his grumbles subdued while the kids and I enjoyed the surprise snowfall.
I love snow, winter and Christmas. I grew up here, in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, and winter was a very enjoyable part of my childhood. Somehow, the cold and the dark just made the light and warmth of home that much more distinct. There is something so viscerally comforting about coming inside from a frigid winter day, knocking the snow from our boots, taking off all the mitts, scarves and coats in order to put on cozy slippers and make a pot of tea.
Our Christmas tree is already up. I tried to wait until this weekend to do it. But I’m so much like a kid at this time of year, I hauled it up from the basement a week ago Friday, fluffed it and put on the lights so the kids, Greg and I could decorate it after supper. The kids, so excited to see it up and to pull out each decoration, enjoyed remembering them from the previous year. Some they’d made at school, or had been given as gifts. I also thrilled to see the decorations, like the cheesy musical creche set I’d been given from a now deceased relative and don’t have the heart to get rid of; the three hand-made wise men with Christmas balls as heads and lush robes, each made from a different fabric, delicately sewn and created by someone for a Christmas bazaar; and the wind up Nutcracker that plays The Little Drummer Boy, given to me by a dear friend many years ago.
Christmas is a time for memories, of course, and traditions. But sometimes these need to be modified as the years go by. My husband’s grandmother typically had us all over for dinner on Christmas Eve, which began as a tradition when my husband was very young, when his Grandfather was still alive. When he and I first started dating, we would go to Granny H’s condo apartment for a home cooked meal on Christmas Eve. She kept this up well into her eighties, although it became more and more difficult. Finally, Greg and I took over hosting the Christmas Eve dinner.
To be honest, in my family, Christmas Eve was a relaxed evening with just the immediate family around. We’d order pizza and just hang out by the tree munching on chocolates, fruitcake and cookies. Occasionally, my mother would make us all go to church, something which I initially protested, but once there, would become caught up in the beauty of the service, decorations and choral singing.
This year, Granny H. is approaching ninety-one and finds it very difficult to go visiting in the evenings. For the first time since my husband and I have been together, we won’t be having anyone over on Christmas Eve. Our plan is to order pizza (yay!) and those who so desire will attend the 6:00pm service at the United Church. We will probably take Greg’s mom with us, as otherwise she’ll be alone on Christmas Eve.
So old traditions become new ones, memories fade with time, but the love of the family stays strong. I hope that all of you have a wonderful Christmas full of laughter and joy and familial togetherness.

Here is a poem inspired by the first fall of snow in Ottawa this past week:

Suddenly, Snow
Suddenly, snow, blanketing the backyard for the dog to make
Footprints in as she sniffs and sneezes, the cold
Not an issue, eclipsed by the fresh, soft whiteness.
The kids press their noses to the glass, delighting in the world.
Later, the walk to school is long and indirect, with detours
To brush the snow off rocks and fence posts,
make snow angels and scoop mitfulls of the fresh white fluff to eat,
imagining marshmallows or royal icing.
Afterwards, I walk by the creek, listening to the soft footfalls
Of my new snow boots, watching sparkles of snow fall
From the covered branches in the light breeze.
A veritable fairyland of white shining in the sun
Under blue blue sky.
A man and his black dog pausing to notice me.
When I get close and greet her owner, she leaps in joy and dances
Circles around me, her body filled with delightful energy.
It’s here! It’s here! Winter is here!
~ Liz