Friday, March 31, 2006

Promo Mojo


Motivated by the final day of a Vista Print special, I ordered some new promotional postcards today. (Procrastinate? Me? Naw!) Anyway, check 'em out:

Brio (postcard)

Switch (postcard)

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Barn Burner Magazine Interview


When did you first begin writing erotic fiction?

In the fall of 2003. Yup, that recently. Hard to believe that I’ve come (no pun intended) so far, so fast! I figure if I’m gonna expend the energy to do it, I might as well take it to the wall. Kinda my attitude about sex, too! *grin*

Does anyone close to you know that you write erotica? If so, what was their reaction?

Yeah. My bestest buddy knows, and she’s been instrumental in encouraging me to keep writing. (I think she likes it, y’know? REALLY likes it, if you catch my drift. *wink*)

My writing partner, Will Belegon, knows (of course) … and I think it’s safe to say that he is behind me all the way.

A few others in my life know I am an author, but they’ve not read my work. I’m sure they’re quite curious. They’re gonna have to stay that way, though, since I’ve no intention of exposing my young children to the provincial attitudes they’d undoubtedly face if it became known that their mama writes about some seriously uninhibited sex.

Has writing erotica affected your professional life?

Writing erotica IS my professional life. My other energies are focused on parenting and volunteer advocacy activities, with random paid gigs for web site development, conference presentations, and *ahem* “motivational” speaking.

What do you feel is the difference between erotica and romance?

Sex, of course. The traditional romance community, I believe, often turns up its nose at erotica – as if it’s the black sheep in the family – but I think that attitude is probably rooted in fear. Romance is nice, yes. Warm fuzzies and happily-ever-afters are nice. But, let’s face it, erotica is wildly popular because sex is wildly popular (and with damned good reason).

Have you written erotica based on your real life experiences?

Ah, the inevitable “autobiographical” question. *snicker* I’ll leave it up to the readers to decide whether or not I have an intimate knowledge of what I write. M’kay?

I will confess, however, that my story about being tongue fucked by ghouls is 100% true. *wink*

How has writing erotica affected your sex life?

Gettin’ warm in here! I’ll simply respond “for the better” and leave it at that, if you don’t mind.

Lastly, here are my shameless plugs …

Fans, potential fans, and cyber stalkers can stay on top of me … I mean, keep abreast … I mean, bone up … I mean … Oh, hell. They can just visit my blog at http://alessiabrio.blogspot.com for the latest news.

Thanks, Brent! It’s been fun. *kiss*

Monday, March 27, 2006

27:15


Okay, so I'm duplicating the title of what I just posted on our collaborative blog (Artistically Inclined). I'm too damned GEEKED to come up with another title at the moment.

Will Belegon & I just got the news: Venus Press wants to contract Artistically Inclined!

So, you may ask, what's 27:15 got to do with anything?

Well, that is the amount of time elapsed between clicking "send" on the submission (yesterday at 12:30pm) until its acceptance by the publisher (today at 3:45pm). Does that RAWK or what?

FAR Interview

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Thursday, March 23, 2006

Power Surge ...



Switch by Will Belegon & Alessia Brio
We just got the news! Switch, the sequel to Erotique, was selected by Phaze as part of its Spring Surge HeatSheet line. Here's a sneak peak:

© Will Belegon & Alessia Brio

Amanda Long nudged open the office door with her toe and finished the job with her hip. The large box she held blocked her view of Bruce, who sat at the large desk. He pecked at the keyboard with two fingers, a deep crease in his brow.

"Little help here, stud?" she called with just a hint of annoyance in her voice. "This is heavy."

Bruce grunted his displeasure at the interruption as he circled the desk to relieve Mandy of her burden. "Lemme guess," his tone softening somewhat when he felt its weight, "you're adding bowling balls to the inventory?"

"Just batteries, Einstein. Most vibrators need batteries, after all. I thought it was a logical addition."

With a heavy sigh, Mandy plopped onto the sofa. While she loved running Erotique, the famous sex toy shop and museum took nearly all her time and energy. Bruce's, too. It seemed they spent more nights on the inflatable mattress in the cramped office than they did in their nice new apartment.

"Over there," she pointed in response to his unspoken question, and watched with weary admiration as he effortlessly placed the box where indicated. Even through the pinpoint oxford, his shoulders were quite impressive. When he joined her on the sofa, she swung her opposite leg across his lap and straddled him in one fluid motion.

"I'm sorry I've been such a bitch lately. We're both working way too hard. We need more play time, and I don't just mean sex—although more of that would be nice, too. So tell me, counselor," she continued after a conciliatory kiss, "is this lawsuit going forward?"

Bruce shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. "That's what I was working on when you came in. It's the price of success, Man. The vultures smell a great big liability policy. Their case is without merit and they know it. They're just hopin' you'll settle for fifty grand or so just to make 'em go away. Might not be a bad idea, y'know. Insurance'll cover the settlement, and I'll take a blow job in lieu of my attorney fee. It's a steal, I tell ya."

"There is no way I'm settling! That'd be like hanging a sign over the door: Frivolous Lawsuits Welcome. As for your fee," she paused to wiggle her bottom in an intentionally stirring manner, "do you barter this way with all your clients?"

"Only the feisty entrepreneurs who give incredible head," Bruce confessed with a wink. "Let's go home tonight, Man. It's supposed to storm—the first real thunderstorm of the season—and I want to spend it in our new bed with you wrapped around me."

"Mmm. Sounds good to me. I'll have Sam close so we can leave early, too. Let's get some wine and cheese—oh, and some fresh fruit. I wanna have a mattress picnic."

"Who needs food? With you on that mattress, I can't think about anything else."

"You'll need sustenance, counselor. Trust me on this one. C'mon," she stood and tugged on Bruce's hands. "Let's get out o' here before someone tries to stop us. I'll go make sure everything's squared away with the staff. You finish up your paperwork. Meet you at Appetites to fill our picnic basket. How's twenty minutes sound? Oh, and bring that box on the desk, too. Somethin' new to—um—field test."

"Bossy bitch." He grinned. "The things I do to get my cock sucked these days. Sheesh!"

* * *

"Evening, Jay!"

"Well, g'day, Bruce!"

Bruce gave a tired grin. "I told you before, Jay. I'm neither a great white shark nor Australian."

"Ah, hell. I know. Can't help it, Bruce. My kids still watch that movie 'bout ten times a day. I get home and ask how school was, and they do this…" Jay let out a long slow moan that modulated up and down in time with the chime on the door signaling Mandy's entrance.

"Gee, I didn't know you spoke whale, Jay," she said as she sauntered over and kissed Bruce on the cheek.

"My kids think I do, Ms. Long. As soon as I learn to tell the difference between asking for mac' and cheese for dinner and being sent to the principal's office, I should be okay. So, let me guess—eating in the office again and want nibbling supplies before I close?"

"Actually," Bruce said with a conspiratorial wink, "we're sneaking out. One pic-a-nic basket to go, please, Ranger Smith."

"Comin' right up, Yogi."

"You boys and your cartoons! Enough already!" Mandy's amused tone lightened her harsh words. She really enjoyed the playful side of Bruce and the way he could effortlessly fall into a natural banter with just about anyone. "Please, Jay, if we could have a little mix of cheese and fruit to make up a basket? Since Mother Nature seems determined to be a bitch tonight, we thought we'd have an indoor picnic—complete with a couple of bottles of good wine."

"I got just the thing, Ms. Long. Gimme a few minutes to put it together?"

"Certainly. I'm sure Bruce and I can keep ourselves occupied while you manage that." She turned to Bruce as Jay busied himself with their order. "So, counselor, did you remember to bring my surprise? There's more than wine and cheese on the menu tonight."

~ ~ ~

Monday, March 20, 2006

Fresh Off the Vine

Torquere Press' March 2006 issue of Fresh Off the Vine is now available ... and it features my story entitled "Hallowing Eve." Enjoy!

Friday, March 17, 2006

Jane's Guide Sez

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Monday, March 06, 2006

Poll :: fine flickering hungers


What's your favorite story in fine flickering hungers?
Wetter Has Never Been Better
Topping Love
It's All About Customer Service
Jake
Ghouls Just Wanna Have Fun
It's Just Sex!
Boiling Point
Say It with a Strap-On
  
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PLEASE leave me a comment to tell me WHY!

Peace,

~ Alessia