Come on over and get SCHOOLED 4.0 & enter for a giveaway!

Please welcome the effervescent and witty Deena Bright to the blog as she openly shares her journey toward writing one of her novella’s.  Deena is also generously giving away 2 copies of SCHOOLED 4.0 (Details below).

Now, let me first say that when I received Deena’s blog post, I had no idea she was going to compliment me so much. I didn’t even have to bribe or pay her in chocolate, pizza, wine or steak (Deena loves steak), and I am honored and humbled by her words. I actually blushed reading them, and it’s not easy to make me blush.

Right back at you, Deena, you’re a wonderful writer with a writing style I love, a great sense of humor and a good friend I am pleased to have found through your other work.

Okay, enough gushing, here’s Deena.

Deena is also sharing an excerpt from SCHOOLED 4.0.



 Hey all you smut-loving fans of fiction, I’m Deena Bright.  I’m in love with Selena.  Why?  Why the Hell not???  She is about the most generous, thoughtful, and helpful fellow writer I have ever met.  I have never heard her speak an ill word about anyone else in this world.  LOVE THAT ABOUT HER.  Me?  Well, I’m the person you need to sit by if you want to trash-talk anyone—even the busboy with a rotten tooth and acne.  (Yeah, had one of those last night—at a restaurant—not in my bed.)

First of all, I want to thank Selena for letting me usurp her blog today.  Technologically, I cannot figure out how to create my own blog, so I thrive on commandeering other people’s technological possessions.  Selena just rocks for always being there for me!

Now since SCHOOLED 4.0 is four books in one.  I want to spend the remainder of this post discussing the fourth novella in the book, All Girls’ School.  It is a love story depicting the “sexual awakening” of one woman as she realizes her desire for female love and companionship.

Let’s go back in time—cue the foggy, blurry screen and flashback music.  My best friend was married to a man with a beautiful daughter and another on the way.  Sadly, that second daughter died in her arms when she was only eight days old.  It was devastatingly horrifying—as I’m sure anyone can imagine.  Well, what we don’t realize is that it is hard to grieve with another person.  We all grieve differently.  The different mourning paths she and her husband took veered them in very dissimilar directions, destroying their marriage.  It was sad to witness.

Eventually, my best friend found true love and complete understanding and acceptance in another woman.  They are now both blissfully happy. She and her ex-husband are great friends, so it all worked out for the best, despite the tragic and unbearable road they journeyed to get there.

Anyway, I wanted to write a lesbian-awakening.  I thought “short novella—piece of cake.”  Oh Hell was I wrong!  It’s really freaking hard, so damn hard, to write a book when you know virtually nothing about what your book is about.  I had to basically interrogate my friend on their relationship—their intimate affairs—everything!

One night, my husband and I went to dinner with them, and I just grilled both of them about lesbian sex and relationships.  They answered every single question—never letting me down or getting embarrassed by my inquisition.  My husband, however, struggled as he was about busting out of his boxer briefs—if you get my drift.  Actually, a little breeze or drift may have sent him over the edge at that point.

Then, later that night, I went on porn sites and watched some girl-on-girl action.  At that point, my husband was like “Honey, is there something you want to tell me?”  Hahaha!  I love that man!  He is such a trooper.

The point is, I didn’t want to let my friends down or write something that was so far from reality that people would roll their eyes and think “this chick doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” I wanted it to be real—sexually as well as intimately.  I wanted to tell a story that needs to be told.  My friend is happier now than she has ever been in her entire life, and I am thrilled for her.  I love…LOVE.  No matter what kind of love it is.  If it brings her happiness, then I don’t give a rat’s hairy ball sac if she loves a man or a woman.  Her heart is hers to give; she may give it to whomever she so desires.

Truthfully, I was terrified for my friend to read All Girls’ School.  I didn’t want to screw up the story.  I wanted to make them proud of me as well as themselves.  My friend sent me a text this morning.  This was her text, verbatim:  “I just finished the book.  It was wonderful.  It turned me on and made me tear up all at once.  You captured lesbian relationships perfectly.  It was so well-written.  Thank you for writing this book.”   So yeah, Deena Bright—NAILED IT!  😉  Thanks for reading today.  Hopefully, you delve into your smutty sides and give Schooled 4.0 a shot.

Four books for four bucks!  You can’t go wrong!




 From the Original Schooled (Book 1 in the Schooled Series)

“Damn girl, what took you so long?  Let’s dance.”  As I exit the bathroom, Briggs grabs me around the waist and pulls me toward the dance floor. My attempts at protest are futile. I’m no match for his strength and power—Hell, his magnetism.

It’s the slowest rap beat I’ve ever heard. It’s no “Push It.” Where are Salt-n-Peppa when you need them?  I cannot imagine how people dance to this music.  It isn’t the fast-pumping rap or upbeat pop music I’m used to dancing to.  It’s a slow, rhythmic pounding. I quickly learn that people don’t actually dance to it. They just slowly grind against one another.  It’s hot, slow, and so erotic.  It’s certainly a simulation of what else could happen if these movements were to continue all night. Oh, so hot. It’s been long, way too long.

Well this certainly isn’t helping my cause. Holy shit. Briggs places the front of his body tightly up against my back and bottom.  I can feel his breath on the side and back of my neck. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me tightly against his pelvis.  I can easily feel him rubbing, grinding, and moving into my backside, imitating a slow, easy, love-making motion.  He uses his hands to move my hips in a way that he wants them to move.  My body melts and melds into his.  I lose control of my senses and actions, letting him control my movements, as well as my desires.  This has got to be his ammo.  These moves, this seduction, have to be his weapon of choice.

I can’t allow my will to cave, for a student to do this to me.  But my God, it feels so good, so right.  It’s been so long, so frustratingly long.  I feel my will faltering, my decisions wavering. His penis begins to enlarge against me, finding its way to my ass. Only my linen skirt and thong and his loose-fitting athletic shorts stand between his hardening shaft and the crack of my butt.  I can feel its size.  Oh God.

“You’re so sexy Janelle.”  His raspy whisper tingles my ear, making me shiver and long for more. He just called me Janelle.  Oh shit.  This is getting out of hand. I have to stop this. Please give me the strength to stop this man.  No, to stop myself.  But instead of stopping it, I hear myself whimper, a sound of acquiescence. A sound of my will failing. I feel Briggs’ tongue slowly travel from the base of my neck to the tip of my earlobe. He starts to turn my body to face him. I moan and succumb to him, facing him.  His blue eyes are smoldering with the most passionate look of desire, a look I’ve never seen on a man’s face before. Never.  I have to have him.  I lean in to him; our lips meet.  His tongue finds mine, and my knees weaken.  I want to have him, devour him, feel him.  I need him. I swallow his moan and return my own.  His hands run down my back, pulling me closer into him, onto him.  I need this man.  I have to—

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Simply leave a comment, and Deena will randomly draw two names on Friday, October 17th and each winner will receive a copy of SCHOOLED 4.0


She bit a boy’s butt. Hates French fries & the zoo & is a bad driver. Come meet her.

Please welcome back, author Angelisa Stone, as she shares a few facts about her life.

When I read through this list, I realized we shared a lot of the same life experiences (besides both having a passion for reading and writing).

I won’t tell you which parts, but suffice to say, that we’re both Italian, share self-deprecating humor and w’ere both slightly bent—but in a good way. Have no fear, our kind of crazy is the good kind—not the get your pepper spray if we we are within a few feet of you, nor do we bedazzle our crazy pants. We just love to see the humor in life, and for some unknown reason we tend to find ourselves in unusual predicaments.


Fun Facts About Angelisa Stone

  • The first time I kissed a boy with tongue in fifth grade, I bit his lip and drew blood. No boys would kiss me for two more years after that elementary school debacle.

  • I auditioned and got a part in a drinking and driving documentary when I was in high school.  I was 14 at the time.  During the filming, the movie production people allowed all the kids to drink to make it “seem real.”  I freaked out, cried, and called my mom to come get me.  She went off “Old School Italian” style on those people.

  • My friend invited me to a DEF LEPPARD concert when I was in 9th grade; her parents had a suite.  I didn’t know who Def Leppard was, but I was certain my outfit was perfect for a concert:  white ruffle skirt, white turtleneck, red cardigan, white bobby socks, and boat shoes.  Needless to say, I did not fit in AT ALL.

  • In 10th grade, a boy I worked with showed up at work and told me that he bought me two tickets to see New Kids on the Block.  I was ecstatic, jumped up and down, freaking out.  I took the tickets and called my best friend to tell her all about how we were going to the concert.  It was months later when another co-worker told me that the guy intended to take me AS A DATE. I had no idea. Instead, I took the tickets and took my friend to the concert.

  • In fifth grade, I almost got suspended for biting a boy’s butt.  In my defense, he pushed me down in the snow and sat on my head.   {Ps.  I have a problem with biting things.}

  • When I was in college, my suitemates and I decided that we were going to “make our mark” on our campus.  They were putting in new concrete outside of one of the buildings.  We dressed all in black and went out in the middle of the night to “stamp” our footprints and initials in the pavement.  We were so excited, counted to three to all do it together, only to discover that it was already dry.  Who the hell knew concrete dried that quickly?

  • When I was in seventh grade, I spent the night at my best friend’s house.  In the middle of the night, I went to the bathroom and realized that I started my period for the very first time.  Since everyone was asleep, I sat there crying, not having any idea what to do, staring at my ruined underwear.  Suddenly, her dad walked in completely NAKED!!!  Mortifying.  I couldn’t go back to her house for at least another year.

  • I was on a skyline that travels the length of an amusement park and one of the cars fell to the ground.  (Not the one I was on.)  We had to jump off to the ground at the lowest point.

  • I love to go water-skiing.  However, I’ve never actually gotten up on skis.  I just love trying.  I can’t keep my legs together.  (“That’s what she said.”)

  • I went snow skiing once and got a concussion and never went again.  My friends convinced me that I didn’t need those silly lessons, so I skipped them.  The first time down the hill, I was heading straight for the ski-lift pole.  I didn’t know how to turn.  I figured it must be like roller-skating and to turn when roller-skating you just cross one leg over the other.  It is NOT like roller-skating and crossing your legs/skis is not a good idea…said the paramedic in the ambulance.

  • I don’t like zoos.  I don’t want to look at anything. They’re so boring.  I want to ride the animals.  Whenever a zoo opens up that lets me ride around in the pouch of a kangaroo or slide down a giraffe’s neck, I am there!

  • I do not understand the hype of the following things:  French fries, pizza, and coffee.  I could live 1000 years without any of them.

  • I don’t understand when to punt and when not to punt in football.

  • I was student council president in high school and won unanimously.  Actually, everyone forgot there was a meeting that day, and only five of my friends and I showed up to the meeting, so I won.

  • The second I step foot in a hospital I find a box of latex gloves and wear a pair the whole time I’m there.  Germs are disgusting.

  • I’m a terrible driver.  I’ve wrecked every side of my car—always my fault—usually hitting a stationery object.

  • I have three tattoos.

  • I’ve had NINE surgeries.

  • I’ve been in TEN weddings—counting my own.   It really doesn’t pay to be everyone’s “best friend.”  Actually, you’re the one who ends up paying—for a lot of damn hideous-looking dresses.

  • I won a creative writing contest in 1987.  I didn’t pick up writing again until a few years ago.

Oasis Waterfall Series

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Can’t Go Home (or can one?) Can’t Go Without (you should never go without a GOOD read).

A few weeks ago, Heidi Wiley (friend, avid reader and reviewer) recommended the book CAN’T GO HOME by Angelisa Stone.

I love getting recommendations from friends and readers, as I feel it’s a great way to discover new-to-me-authors.

I read this book (the first in Angelisa’s Oasis Waterfall Series) and fell in love with her voice, humor, and style of writing.

I immediately bought the second book in the series, CAN’T GO WITHOUT and devoured that book as well, and surprised myself, but I don’t want to tell you why, because I wouldn’t want to spoil the book for you.

Continue reading Can’t Go Home (or can one?) Can’t Go Without (you should never go without a GOOD read).