Tuesday, March 25, 2014

My New Website and Blog!

I'd like to announce the launch of a brand new WordPress site!

My beautiful new website is at elizabethlister.wordpress.com and contains information about me, my books, my works-in-progress, my cover model, and lots of juicy, juicy excerpts, plus some free short stories!

Keep following this blog for news and updates :)

~ Liz

Friday, March 21, 2014

Another Man's Trash

In January, popular New York BDSM author Laura Antoniou tagged me in a post regarding submissions for a 2015 edition of The Best Lesbian Erotica Anthology. I decided then and there to try my hand at writing a full on short story with only girl on girl action.

I've been writing the boy on boy stuff for awhile and, although I still really enjoy it, I do feel like branching out into other genres. So Laura's challenge came at just the right time.

I wrote the story this past week. It's called "Another Man's Trash" and this is what it's about:

Rachael Fraser buys cheap abandoned storage lockers in order to stock her small thrift store. At an auction one hot afternoon she spies a beautiful red haired woman on the arm of an arrogant stranger - an impatient man who purchases an expensive locker in the face of his girlfriend's protests. Later that week, when sorting through her purchases, Rachael encounters the woman again. Lydia has been abandoned and left to unload a big locker on her own. Rachael offers her assistance and the next thing you know, close quarters and a united purpose bring these women together in a steamy encounter.

My husband laughed when I told him my short story would take place partially at a storage facility. I was trying to think of an original setting for my characters' encounter, but I didn't really picture them having full on sex in a storage locker. So the other setting ends up being the back office at Rachael's thrift shop.

I'm pleased with the story, even though it took more deliberation than some of my M/M pieces which seem to come embarrassingly easily.

Once I get the first draft back from my helpful betas I will submit it and keep my fingers crossed.

~ Liz

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Contest and Excerpt - The Cross and the Trinity - NSFW

The Cross and the Trinity will be published on Friday March 28th! Leave a comment on this post and your name will be entered into a draw to win a free electronic copy of the book on release day.

He reminded us of the things we spoke about at lunch when we’d set some limits to our involvement in the play aspect of the party, so that James would have a guideline.

We’d agreed he wouldn’t hand us over to anyone else. If he wanted us to participate in something he needed to be with us at all times, which he said was something that would never have been an issue, but it was good to have said it out loud. We’d also agreed to participate in any bondage or percussion activities, as long as he was directing them. We had our safewords and were free to use them at any point.

We began by making use of the enemas James had brought, then showering and shaving.

When we came out of the bathroom we saw James sitting on the nearest bed with some things laid out beside him, namely, two large steel anal plugs with harnesses. He held a tube of lubricant in his gloved right hand.

“Dry yourselves and then drop the towels.”

We did. Luckily it was pretty warm in the room.

“Eeny meeny miny mick,” he said, pointing the tube alternately at our cocks as he recited the somewhat familiar rhyme. “Catch a slave-boy by the dick. If he hollers spank him quick. If he cries then use the stick.”

Nice. And it pointed at me.

“Tate, hands behind your head, please,” he ordered, all business now. And, as usual, I loved it. “Turn around and hold the edge of the desk.”

I soon felt his lubed fingers pushing into me, loosening and stretching me to receive the plug. It took a few moments for him to insert it and attach the harness. He made some adjustments so it was secure and then slapped me lightly on the bottom. “Okay. Go stand at the end of the bed.”

I did so and watched him perform the same ritual on Sebastian. Seeing him slowly insert the hard steel into my boy’s ass made my cock swell. It gave me a little preview of the evening before us. No doubt there would be all kinds of stimulating things going on, we would get hornier and hornier, and we’d be unable to derive any kind of satisfaction until James allowed it. Perhaps we’d be rewarded for volunteering for some play? That would probably be the only slim chance of some relief. Otherwise we’d simply walk around, teased unbearably by the sights and by the plugs rubbing our prostates.

After he plugged and harnessed Sebastian, James made us stand together at the foot of the bed while he went to get some other items.

He soon returned with the rubber jockstraps he’d bought us, our Docs, and a pair of socks each.

“Fuck,” I said. “Is that it?”

“I’m afraid so,” James said.

We put the rest of our outfits on.

“Hmm. Something’s missing,” he murmured.

He got up and fished a couple of things out of a plastic bag in his suitcase. They made a jingling sound as he brought them over.

“It is a Christmas party,” he reminded us as he attached a black leather collar with jingle bells around my neck.

“Oh fuck,” I couldn’t help saying. I felt ridiculous, but knew the leather Daddies at the party would love it.

“You’ll have lots of offers, Tate, dressed like that.” He smirked. “Especially with this handsome boy by your side.”

He attached the other collar around Sebastian’s neck. Then he attached black leather wrist cuffs on us. At least they didn’t have bells on them. But they did have metal rings for bondage. 

“It’s best to be prepared. Saves time,” James murmured. “Tate, I want to make you pretty. Come with me.”

Not sure exactly what he meant I followed him into the bathroom, where he dumped a small leather case of makeup and hair products onto the counter.

“Um, James,” I said, remembering a previous escapade.

“Don’t worry, I’m not trying to make you look like a woman tonight.”

I was relieved to hear it, and let him spike up my hair with some gel and apply a bit of black liner around my eyes. There was no need for any blush as my cheeks looked pretty rosy already from excitement and nerves.

He held up what looked like a tube of lipstick, with a cheeky smile.

“But I thought...I mean, you said...”

He laughed. “Don’t worry. It’s only a bit of gloss. You really have gorgeous lips, Tate.”

He applied the gloss and I checked myself out in the mirror. Hmm, not bad. Androgynous, perhaps, but not feminine. I pursed my lips, looking like a saucy little emo boy.

“Perfect,” James said.

He brought me back to the bedroom and examined Sebastian’s face carefully.

“Doesn’t he get makeup?” I asked.

“I don’t think so,” James said thoughtfully. “The natural look suits Sebastian better. Oh, I almost forgot.” 

He went back to his suitcase and took something out. When he returned it was to attach braided leather leashes to our collars. 

“This will help me keep hold of you both in the crowd and signify my ownership of your bodies this evening.” He smiled, jerking the leashes gently, which caused the bells on our collars to jingle. “And I can do that.”

Dear God, kill me now.

He looked us over appreciatively. “Oh yes. Patrice and his guests will love you two. I’ll have to keep a close eye on you both.” He winked.

“All right. Wait for me here while I shower and get dressed.”

We finally descended to the main floor at eight-thirty, where already many people milled about the enormous living room and front hall, which had been set up as a social gathering and conversation area—a place for people to mingle and speak to each other before heading downstairs for more intimate exchanges.

James had told us that, for this one event each year, Patrice’s basement became a veritable dungeon paradise for kinky bastards like us. He brought in all sorts of bondage furniture and accessories, rope and even suspension equipment. Tonight it would be set up for various scenes and for people to take advantage of if so inclined.

I, for one, could hardly wait to see it.

To my delight, James wore a pair of black leather pants with a riveted codpiece and big motorcycle boots that I’d never seen him wear before, and which caused a very pleasing reaction. He wore no shirt, just a leather harness under a leather vest and his leatherman’s hat, of course, to mark him as a Sir here this evening. He wore no makeup and the sparse, graying hair on his chest and muscular belly gave him the look of a real Daddy.

He smiled broadly as he greeted his friends and introduced Sebastian and me, the admiring looks he received topped only by those directed at us. A few men asked permission to touch us. James graciously permitted it, watching closely to ensure we weren’t overtly molested.

I didn’t know about Sebastian, but I found it a bit nerve- wracking. I felt self-conscious and on display as James’ sexy boytoy. But this feeling only lasted for about ten minutes. After being led around on a leash and having strangers fondle me at the whim of my Master I settled into that welcome submissive headspace and began to feel not only comfortable with my predicament but extremely aroused by it.

I wondered what lay in store for the two of us this evening. Whatever happened, I felt sure it would be on an entirely different level from anything we had experienced previously.

“Delilah!” James greeted a man dressed in huge purple pumps, stockings, skirt, corset, and tons of garish makeup, and holding an unlit cigarette in a long holder. “I hoped you’d be here. It’s been ages!”

“James Lucas, while I live and breathe...heavily!” Delilah threw his arms around James, giving him a smoochy kiss on the cheek, which produced an obvious lipstick smudge.

“Oops!” Delilah grimaced, wiping the smudge off with his large thumb. “Can’t have you walking around looking like a tramp, can we?” He giggled and his eyes found us. “Oh, James, you brought me a present,” he said, eyes traveling over Sebastian and me with undisguised interest.

James laughed. “Perhaps you’ll get a turn. For now they’re coming with me. Have you been downstairs?”

Delilah rolled his heavily mascaraed eyes. “Darling, what do you think? It’s fabulous, as usual.” He caught my eye. “Be careful. They’ll eat you up down there.” He winked at me, pushing my level of anticipation up another notch.

James led us to the door at the back of the room, which opened onto a set of stairs lit only from below.

“Watch your step,” he said as he dropped our leashes and began to descend. 

I followed Sebastian down the dim stairs into the bowels of the house, becoming aware of certain delineated sounds as we neared the bottom; leather striking flesh, the rattle of metal chains, the sound of wood furniture straining from the weight or struggle of a body, a cry of pain or pleasure, difficult to discern which.


The Cross and the Trinity, MLR Press, March 28th, 2014.

Erotic Artist Nancy Peach

So...I was watching a video a friend downloaded for me from Men On Edge at Kink.com and I saw an absolutely gorgeous painting of a naked man bound in ropes by someone named Nancy Peach.  They actually made the painting a part of the shoot because they used exactly the same rope pattern and bondage technique on the man being edged.  I took note of the name because the painting was

Later I googled Nancy Peach and found her website.

To say I was blown away by her images is an understatement. I absolutely love the colour, drama and energy in her work. Both the style and subject matter is bold and exciting.

I sent her an email and asked if she would answer some questions about her paintings. She responded quickly and with enthusiasm and now has the interview questions in her possession. When she sends them back to me I will post the interview.

I'm always excited to discover other women who are pushing the envelope in an artistic way!

~ Liz

Friday, March 14, 2014

This. Is. Sparta!

I had the privilege to be invited to be on the judging panel for a festival of short films held in Ottawa this past weekend, called Sparta LXXII. I just sort of fell into it, and I wasn't really sure what to expect in terms of the quality and length of the films I'd be watching, but I decided to go check it out.

I'm so glad I did! All of the showcased films were well worth watching, and some of them were brilliant. This from someone who rarely goes to the big box cinemas anymore both because of the expense and the unreliable quality of even big name releases these days.

The rules of the Sparta festival are that films are to be shot in 72 hours and must contain a specific "catch criteria". The catch criteria for this year's event was:

Must involve a parent/child relationship and a pivotal moment in the child's life resulting in some kind of life lesson. And there must be blood.

There was a category for whether the catch criteria was integrated seamlessly into the film that the judges had to mark carefully, because this rating would have an effect on all other ratings for the film. Essentially, if the film did not include all of the catch criteria, its final mark would suffer.

When I was in my late twenties and suddenly unemployed due to an unexpected layoff, I applied for an OSAP loan and took a year long full course-load diploma program in Dramatic Scriptwriting at Algonquin College. During that year I learned all about creating great stories, writing scripts, developing characters, and pitching ideas. There was even a field trip to the Canadian Screen Training Centre in Toronto where certain of us were chosen to pitch our works-in-progress to the filmmakers. I was working on a feature film thriller called Critical Persuasions at the time, strangely enough about a young gay male couple who, in order to try to solve some problems in their relationship, moves to a small home in the country and encounters a mysterious and compelling neighbour. I was chosen to pitch my story and it received a pretty encouraging response.

Unfortunately, I was also caught up in a very exciting and risky 'romance' with a free-wheeling (and free-loading) fellow writer which ended up distracting me from completing that screenplay and doing anything else besides indulging my inner Henry Miller with my sex/whiskey/pot-obsessed boyfriend.

I did eventually write a full length feature film script about a female space pirate and her cute gay male friend who travel around the galaxy competing for hot men and getting themselves into trouble. She is sort of an androgynous combination of Han Solo  and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
 I'm really proud of this screenplay but to film it would involve copious amounts of cash and connections which I don't have. Although it suddenly occurs to me it would make a hell of an amusing low-budget porn pic...

But I digress.

Watching these short films (most seemed between 5-8 minutes long) was like being back in scriptwriting class, especially since a friend of mine from that class was sitting beside me on the judging panel (luckily, NOT the guy I'd been seeing back then, lol) I'm forty-four now, with a husband and two kids, so it was great to be transported back to my late twenties for a couple of hours.

These short films addressed a diverse range of emotions. Some were wacky and hilarious, others touching and relatable. I found myself laughing and tearing up in equal measure.

Lessons in Super Heroism is about a young man in his first real job whose boss calls him his "hero". He decides that his true calling is to be a Superhero, so he enlists the help of his dog and an appropriate costume to solve neighborhood crimes, much to the annoyance of his long-suffering mom.

Discipline is a film that begins with a carjacking and ends with the victim discovering that the carjackers are his parents, punishing him for some trivial misbehaviour. Quite funny.

The Accidental Coterie of Imagined Fancies and Grotesque Delights is a very entertaining film involving an average family man's off-the-wall imaginings while his wife and kids are out of the house for the afternoon, which should have won for best title if there had been such a category.

And a film about a baby with plans to take over the world who meets an untimely and shocking demise, called Bundle of Joy. I know this one was very popular and, if not for my distaste for any kind of animated/talking baby, I might have scored it higher. The ending was brilliant.

My two absolute favourites were What the Fuzz! and Our Song.

What the Fuzz! is a very original short film about a cute puppet who arrives in the lives of a supposedly normal couple and discovers that they are not as benign as they pretend. Shot entirely in black and white, with no sound except the orchestrated score and dialogue delivered by written cards as in the silent film days, it is a study in originality. The two lead actors are superb and the puppet work is spot on. On top of all that, the ending is perfect and hilarious. Such a great spin on the classic horror film.

In a completely different vein, Our Song is an extremely touching film told in a series of veignettes to the backdrop of Debussy's "Clair de Lune".  Most of the film is set along the Rideau Canal and other wintery locales in Ottawa/Gatineau. The cinematography is outstanding in this one, as is the acting. Brennan Martin who wrote, directed and produced this film, also stars in the lead role. He is able to perfectly evoke the delight of a newfound love, the anguish of loss, and the bittersweet resolve to invest in a new future.

It was wonderful to see such a great showcase of talent in Ottawa. It makes me want to try my hand at scriptwriting again. And maybe even acting ;)

~ Liz

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Two Pre-Release Reviews for The Cross and the Trinity!

The Cross and the Trinity, sequel to my first M/M BDSM novel, Beyond the Edge, is slated for publication on Friday, March 28th.

I sent out a couple of ARCs (Advance Review Copies) to people I thought might like it.  I'm happy to say that it has received two very positive reviews!

The first is from Optimist King's Wench at the Prism Book Alliance.  She gave it 4 out of 5 stars and an excellent written review.  This is my favourite paragraph:

"The Cross and The Trinity struck me as a weightier read than Beyond The Edge. It looks at the fragility of life and there is even a bit of a philosophical bent. Don’t get me wrong, there is kinky sex galore-Ms. Lister can write some kinky sex like nobody’s business-and the fetish party sequence still makes my pupils dilate just thinking about it, but there is also depth and emotionality that moved me. I would categorize it much the same as its predecessor as a slice of life tale with infinitely relatable characters."

The second is from Jen at The Blogger Girls.  Jen told me she really enjoyed it and it is one of her favourite BDSM reads so far!  She gave it 5 out of 5 stars and a great written review.  I especially liked this comment:

"As for the BDSM scenes, I find them very well written and believable and just a pleasure to read.  If nothing else, I looked forward to this book for that reason alone with the rest being an added bonus.  They do take things a step further than last time with some fisting, but it is done in such a way that makes it more personal, as opposed to just something done in a scene."

I'm glad she mentioned the fisting scene, as I did some very thorough research on the subject. I'm pleased with the episode in the book and hope it conveys what I learned and experienced firsthand.

So excited for this book to come out!

~ Liz