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The Hunt Continues for Rowdier Readers: Sexotica!

The dividing line between porn and erotica is straddled by sexotica (sidestepped by “romance”).  Combining physique and technique with motivation may not always be a “turn on” but it is provocative, it inspires thoughts both propitious and adverse with the intent of illuminating a subject vital to our personalities.  Understanding sex is not always done on the physical plane, to grasp the intricacies of desire and denial you must first set the stage.

As an indie author-publisher, I have set my sights on rowdier readers because it takes a special blend of curiosity, tolerance and experience to appreciate the language and themes in these first dozen books, and blog.  I brewed a blend of options because that was my first lesson in writing about sex:  so many feelings surge at the words sex, love & mating that you need a full menu.  Appetizers, first course, second course, palette cleansers, apéritifs and digestifs.  There are regional flavors and tribal spices.  Within this analogy lies the idea of appetite diverging at the palette by nature and experience, we learn to distinguish between a lingering tang and an effervescent foam.

The twist comes in the language.  Very rarely do sex writers command nuance and that is what it takes to sneak in around the gates and over the fences people set up around their intimate ideas.  It takes humor and empathy and shading to slip past presumption.

I decided a few years ago to employ a Twitter account @KathleenKxxx primarily for the purpose of encapsulating ideas into niblets.  It’s all about getting pithy with it.  I blended in the blog for the fun of sharing the post titles.

He swore he’d kill a tiger for me but he wouldn’t even mop the john. I’d been distracted by a thick dick; sadly he didn’t measure up.

She eats me like she likes it; I don’t feel as if I’m racing a timer set for how long she can endure the horror of fellatio. #mOuths

I was enthralled by her long, long ago and was cursed to enjoy her body but never touch her heart. Honey B., The Buzz – Summer 2015

you’re poised over me. you descend. your shaft in my shaft. i am centuries deep and measure your cock in light-years. #nerdlove #sex

Most likely the average penis will fit the ordinary vagina

Human Penis Info: Putting it in… perspective

Rising Above Porn Scum: Lôôk at “The Lunarium”

kathleenkbook, kathleen k, erotica, sexotica, fiction, curiosa, LibertineI lucked upon the Erotic Authors ReTweet Group #EARTG and through its thousands of members have associated my logo with my language.  I was sorry to see this post from the creatively cheeky communicator Anthony Quill who set up this group:  The difference between authentic sharing by artists and pig-brained selfishness (my words for his words)

We indie erotic authors are hard to herd, no surprise.  It’s just too bad that the mutants who think it is about money↔ego taint the talent pool.  Of course many of us want to distribute our work, but the core value is capturing the spirit and embodying human sexual energy with our own unique flavor.

Coming full circle, I know that there are rowdier readers who can grasp the value of counterculture thoughts expressed by gifted word-artists and that these books aren’t nullified by trolls who refuse to LOOK beyond the usual genres dictated by corporate publishers who profit from pablum.  Whether he knows it or not, Anthony Quill IS reaching people like me, and now you… he might think his target is indie authors but like all good opinionators you can fit his words to a garden club, an outreach service or any other gathering of those who “get it” and those who want to “get something out of it”.

I like making books, it seems he does too, and that is not measured by readership alone.  By using “social media”, we layer our writing about writing to deepen the impact of shared experience.  Write on!

#readmore #getit?

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Tweets… for rowdier readers

I use the Twitter handle KathleenKxxx to beam out lines from the erotic-graphic-romantic titles available at KathleenK.xxx

You don’t have to join Twitter to read the tweets:  Twitter.com/KathleenKxxx

I use the “xxx” to forewarn of graphic content because I like peppering people’s thoughts with self-contained freewheeling excerpts like this:

You don’t have to love a man to get on your knees for him, but there’s going to be a reason you think this is advantageous. #readmorebooks
kathleenk_erotica_fiction_books_indie

Seeking rowdier readers

I toss out something every couple days, hoping the energy bounces around a bit, hoping readers associate my logo and my language.  Intelligent and inventive erotica draws a well-read crowd with sex triggers in the language centers of their brain.

I paid for the sex, tipped for the tease, but the grace was a bonus.
from Honey B., The Buzz
Sexotica. Coming. Soon. Spring 2015
#EARTG

The #EARTG hashtag flags a ReTweet Group to consider sending this along to thousands of self-declared Erotic Authors who, joy of joys, sometime re-retweet the message to their own followers.

Most Tweets are less promotional so I can exploit those enumerated spaces:

Women are natural creatures, they may seem like flowers but they root like trees (capable of cracking cement one tendril at a time).  #EARTG

Every couple of days, out pops another:

I didn’t know if I was a treat or a payment or what… besides being a woman who would put out for a man at the nod of another man. #EARTG

My blog post titles and links also appear as Tweets: these two forums represent the long and short of my counterculture commentary online.  All of this is done in support of the independent fabrication of bedside readers for the adult mind.


“I never thought you’d do that.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
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“I thought you’d never do that.”
“I never thought you’d ask.”

Here are a few more thoughts in my ongoing expression of gender dynamics and sexual thoughtfulness, trying to shift the emphasis away from stupid-ass selfies.


Sexotica uses old school structure for new world ideas: it layers frank descriptions of physique & technique with sassy dialog & rich prose.

Women have more range in their sex display behavior than men. It’s easy to wave a stick but how to advertise a recessed resource?

I hold the faith that if I invest my attention in her pleasure from the start then I am much more likely to share it in the end.

you’re poised over me.
you descend.
your shaft in my shaft.
i am centuries deep and measure your cock in light-years.
#nerdlove #sex
#EARTG

Forget the please and thank you stuff, and get to the fuck and stuff it stuff.

the couples were as ordinary as could be but they humped and balled and screwed and fucked for us to watch, and watch we did.  THE LUNARIUM
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A Musing on the Emotional Commotion of Sex

Commentary by indie author-publisher Kathleen K.

The distinction between sexotic and erotic comes down to emotional commotion.  Sexotica is informative, brisk, with details of physique and technique.  Erotica is moody and rich, with a contagious sense of excitement.  They each call sex to mind but sexotica is about others and erotica is about you.

It's all about perspective.

It’s all about perspective.

Vignettes are scenes, moments, impressions.  I use vignettes to translate the passionate uproar of sex into entrancing bits and pieces.  Naughty talk makes for lively wordplay, allowing the reader to pick and choose at the smorgasbord of subjective objectives instead of binding themselves to a small set of characters with a limited range of behavior and way too much detail (Fifty Shades of Grey).  I widen the romantic-erotic-graphic horizon by providing narrators who have access to a steady stream of titillating stimuli:  a retired escort turned erotic advisor, a sociable sex-clubber,  a pay-to-say girl (my only non-fiction book).  By cultivating this freewheeling, easy breezy style, I liberate the reader from keeping track of distractions like plot.  There are no clues, you don’t need a family tree or a corporate org chart to discern motive and opportunity.

Fan reaction stresses how smart and smooth the books are.  Women like the lush language, drinking in the expressive power of finely tuned words on the splendor of connection.  Men like the kinky situations, quick jabs of distilled intent.  People praise the mix of frank sexuality and sly innuendo working like a kaleidoscope to tumble images that fragment and re-assemble in patterns.  I walk the thin line between just enough and a little too much.  Like all wayward pleasures, dosage is an issue.  I let you skip around, slide past parts that don’t interest you (at the moment), leaving you to re-read the hot spots if that’s what you like.

Not all the books are the same.  The Stoner series is about weed and free love while The Lunarium was Named to Kirkus Reviews’ Best of 2013 because of its use of imagination and enthusiasm structured in sixty-nine segments related to voyeurism.  Tagged as “one man’s memories of the watchers and the watched”, The Lunarium isn’t about creepy peeping, it is a look at the hidden side of exhibitionism.

ARCHING OVER collects four small books of graphic poetry offering “a cavalcade of love affairs” that drop the exposition to encapsulate energy in well-arranged words, leaving room to read between and beyond the lines.  I’ve clipped some samples showing that even mild language can capture yearning.

 

you ask would i please

please you

like this

would i, please

do everything you like

and like it

please

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… come to me … night and whispers

clouds on the pages of a book

wander over me

* * * * *

 

the shower is hot

i’m slicked with soap

the cloth in my hand

is rough and i like it

 

rinsing rinsing

i’m rinsing

and rinsing

 

it’s hot

i’m clean

… i can’t stop rinsing

* * * * *

 

face down, facing away

hand crammed between flexed thighs

fingers flickering

while you pry at my ass

which is bunched, tight

the tension is alluring

* * * * *

 

your knees force mine far and farther apart

you want to see

i want to show you

where you slide, that you fit

how i shine

* * * * *

 

#readme #erotica #poetry

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I don’t have fancy websites. I have functioning websites.

To answer people who ask how they can stake a claim to a working web domain for their own endeavors, here’s a recap.  In keeping with the indie aspect of my publishing business, I maintain my own online catalog to connect readers to book info and buy-links. Text is presented in columns, featuring book covers and snap-shot reviews.  I color-block a top banner with navigation links.  Click-tap-poke around and you’ll get bio and contact info, “Look Inside” book samples, fan page and interviews.  I want to engage with people who can read the following sentence and “get” it:  “This is Libertine literature, the call of the wild to the rowdy.”  They also “get” this exchange:  “Spread ‘em.”  “Spread me.”  It’s all about the words.  “Slither hither.”

Don’t let the grass-roots simplicity of my presentation confuse you: live links interweave my message into the web-of-ever.  I don’t have time to fuss, not if I want to keep making books.  I happen to like my tech home-grown.  Committee-free.  The books, the blog, the connecting linkage is a solo effort.   [See Tech Note at end for details.]

KathleenK.com is the anchor site, I grabbed that domain name in 1997 when my first book went to paperback.  I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with my own domain but it seemed handy to have, you know, if that Star Trek communicator stuff ever really caught on. 

Context Clue:  September 15, 1997 – The domain name for the web search engine Google is registered.

KathleenK.xxx was acquired when that adults-only domain became available.

KathleenKBooks.com uses the other two sites as collector-distributors to point readers to this indie business of making high quality books at reasonable prices for sophisticated readers.  You have to consider the framework carefully just in case you actually stir up some traffic.  Keep it simple, make it strong.

Once you do wander into my domain, I trust you web crawlers are readers and I promise that there is plenty of depth at these sites for the curious, and spice for the profane.

Then I took the most basic concept of Search Engine Optimization and named my web pages in a style that the content-robots prefer to digest.  By repeating key words in the link names themselves, I insinuated the same phrases over and over into the world wide index.

kathleenkbooks_erotica_narrative_fiction_buylinks.htm

kathleenkbooks_erotica_narrative_fiction_contact.htm

kathleenkbooks_erotica_narrative_fiction_sitemap.htm

kathleenk.xxx/sweet_talkers_phone_sex_erotica_curiosa.htm

kathleenk.xxx/the­_lunarium­_erotica­­­_voyeurism.htm

Once I had books to cross-reference, the pattern asserted itself.  Building this simple structure around eleven books (so far) and a blog, earns my books first-page results in online searches for “kathleenk erotica” and “kathleenk fiction” and “kathleenk curiosa” and “kathleenk books” and “kathleenk author” and ”kathleenk rowdier reader”.

BRANDING.  We still fall for shiny objects.  We know the words to product jingles, we sling the slogans.  I’ve got an easy one for you:  KathleenK.  It’s the key to a lively world of counterculture commentary and enticing books promoting sexual thoughtfulness.  Available through the global gateway of Amazon.com.

#KathleenK #indieauthor #sexybook

TECH NOTE to DIY web folk:  Word-format documents are Saved-As HTML pages, then uploaded using FileZilla.  The simple content translates well from full-size monitor to hand-held devices because the columns segment the pages nicely.  This linking model works for any reliable-organized web master.  Do your own work on the site(s) devoted to your enterprise and the site(s) will be imbued with your values. 

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Putting Honey B., Sexual Consultant to bed

Honey2 Cover = OK

The second Honey B. book in the sexotic quintet about a retired sex professional has been put to bed.  That means I am done writing it and even done correcting it for publication.  As with the first volume, Honey B., The Suite Life, this is a frank and detailed consideration of sexuality.  Explicit, informative, oddly thoughtful.  This is book #11 in the Private Publications of Kathleen K., independent author and counter-culture commentator.

put something to bed

Fig. to complete work on something and send it on to the next step in production, especially in publishing. (From put someone to bed.) This week’s edition is finished. Let’s put it to bed. Finish the editing of this book and put it to bed.

See also: bed, put

McGraw-Hill Dictionary of American Idioms and Phrasal Verbs. © 2002 by The McGraw-Hill Companies, Inc.


SAMPLE – for mature audiences only – for the rowdier reader at KathleenK.xxx

Honey B., Sexual Consultant  — Truer-than-True Tale of Commercial Satisfaction

I give Frank advice about Dick.  That’s the perfect take on my attitude:  an obvious message, a twist of wit.  These tête-à-têtes rustle past the social facts and get to the frustration.  Sex consultations are a forum for direct language and tart dialog about physique and technique.  I am not going to force people forward since that doesn’t work, I am going to beckon to them, I’m up ahead here… just for now, come this way.

Cocks and cunnies and the abyss in between.  Men have such peculiar beliefs about what happens when they unsheathe their phallic arsenal:  I have to tell them women will not swoon simply because Dick Ball-Ball bobbed into view; I have to tell them that women have a wide-focus view on a man’s sexuality with the groin area central but not supreme.  When women want to please a man they are goal-directed as suits his nature but when seeking their own gratification the action is progressive.

I have to tell women that men do not, as a rule, care about what women care about so that is not a viable avenue of exchange in the boudoir.  Women, oh… dear.  It is so much more direct than your magazines are telling you.  You have got to HANDLE your man.  Get your mitts on him.  Grope the guy.  Men don’t work on a figurative level for sex, it’s corporeal (the exact word for having physical substance), actions matter.  Women need to translate their dramatic-romantic fantasies into tangible gestures applied directly and repeatedly.  Men have trained their dicks by vigorous spanking, it takes a sustained effort to achieve liftoff; cooing and coaxing won’t work, you have got to bang it out.

We talk about pity fucks, and get-off-already sex; we talk about really really good sex where you’re slippin’ and slidin’, and crazy primal sex which usually involves an unexpected pairing.  There is something sexually galvanizing when a person previously considered unsuitable-unattainable is doing it with you.  Doing it.  It’s humping in a bathroom at a house party, it’s being picked up in a bar and renting a room-by-the-hour because neither of you had ever done that.  Unfettered by the usual connections, these episodes flare in our imaginations, they set the bar for sexual events that follow.  Their unpredictability is part of their value.  You just never know.

You just never know.

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Brandy fantasized about dropping to her knees in front of a man and liberating his cock from his pants so she could conquer it with her face, run it along her cheek, knock it against her lips, until it was bursting, juicy, and at the moment of ejaculation the man would fall back, satiated, but she would still have the cock in her mouth, it would stretch and stretch as he fell away.

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Brandy wanted to drive to the bus station nearest the nearest minimum security prison because she knew that parolees were dropped there as their last official act in the system.  Only bona fide sponsor relatives could pick you up at the gate, but she wasn’t thinking of a guy with a family.  She wanted to give a lift to a newly freed man with no place special to go.  She wanted to be driving and feel his need shimmer between them.  She would pull over to the side of the road and tell him he had five minutes to lick and tickle but he’d have to wait for the rest.  She’d wear something easy to get his hands into, a loose skirt, a tight shirt with only two buttons.  She’d have on a garter belt, obviously, and no panties, naturally, and she’d come on his thumb when he cupped her crotch the way she liked.

Contrary to the simplistic idea that the man would insist on getting his penis inside her immediately, she was convinced it was more important that someone acknowledge his appeal to women  That he wanted her was obvious, he wanted to see her want him.  He’d kept this side of himself hidden in prison, locked away even from his own realization for the most part, and here was someone celebrating his glorious hard on, coaxing his groans.  She was sure he’d come, a messy scream of semen and success:  he was free, it was happening!  He’d come his heart out for her.  Because she’d do the same for him

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Several women have complained to me about their breast implants, either as the main topic or in asides when relating details of their sexual lives.  It isn’t bad enough they didn’t like their original boobs, they found the fake ones stuck out fine but otherwise were troublesome.  These things never rested!  They jutted out at all times no matter what position the body assumed.  Many men think they look fine but are less impressed by their relentless buoyancy.  Faux tits don’t spread like the real thing when you are chest to chest, they don’t jiggle when they bounce, they are like balloons full to bursting (boing boing not bobble-wobble).  My opinion is that the body has made it clear it dislikes foreign substances and in the main you should stick to original parts unless the alternative is no part: reconstruct after loss, sure, but leave the outward appearance to your tailor not your surgeon.  People who see you naked should see the real you, the rest of the world can see the mask and costume.

I advocate removal of implants when possible, you can tuck up the extra skin and be thankful for the memories.  Women who agree to this have made peace with their adventure to Bazooms’R Us and not coincidentally also have sex partners who love more than just the cup size of their bras.  Newer methods of bust enhancement produce a more lifelike imitation but this is where one’s ethics or common sense comes in.  My scientific sense says stay out of the operating room for your cosmetology.

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Barney didn’t care what Carol’s tits felt like, he rarely touched them.  He looked at them.  He stared at them.  He asked her to walk bare-chested around the house.  He bought her dozens of bras which he loved to watch her take off.  If he entered her body from the back it was in front of a mirror so he could see her titties, if he was on top he was lifted above her so he could look down at her nips.  He fell into a trance, mesmerized by watching her knockers bounce and sway, which extended his stamina to pleasing lengths.  Carol had surprised him by scheduling herself for a modest breast augmentation in honor of his 40th birthday.  She didn’t mind this insignificant aspect of their love life.  She got plenty of attention, sufficient stimulation and honest appreciation.  He was a tit man.  It worked to make him frisky, that’s all she knew.  (She decided to have them tightened and gently rounded, nothing ostentatious.  Fine tuning, not a renovation.  See, not everybody does what I suggest but I concede Carol had the right idea for them.)

They were buying erotic artwork through me, the breast info came up when we were discussing the purchase of a painting I thought they’d like: a frontal nude.  Carol said, oh, no, she wasn’t going to have Barney staring holes through the canvas, and I realized that although the female breast was featured in many of their choices it was the swell from the side, the strain against fabric, with the crown never fully revealed.  For Barney’s fiftieth birthday she assembled a collage of twenty-five female frontal nudes and mounted it on a reversible frame, the other side featured an art print.  She wrapped it so he exposed the neutral print first, then asked him to turn it around and hold it up so she could see it, and there were the fifty tits right in front of his eyes!  Big, small, dark, light, round, oblong, puffy, upturned, jutting!  Carol and Barney used the hanging as a signal, boob side out when they were home alone and sex was in the air.

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The Art of Tweet-sized Poetry: Few Words, Much Feeling

The Art of Tweet-sized Poetry: Few Words, Much Feeling

Marianne Moore was never so confounding as when she dabbled in simplicity. In The Complete Poems of Marianne Moore, published in 1967, the 80-year-old poet had ruthlessly pared down “Poetry” from 29 lines to three:

I, too, dislike it.

Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in

it, after all, a place for the genuine.

Quoted from Slate.com by Jennifer Szalai

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COMMENTARY by Kathleen K., indie author and publisher

Poetry has been taken out of the hands of most readers, sadly denying them the fun of discovering writers who are wringing out the distractions and conveying the message.  Erotica poetry has the double-burden of being naughty and nerdy.  Don’t flip it off so fast, it might fertilize your fantasies.

Arching Over (Collected Collections of Graphic Poetry) assembles four small books of erotica poetry into a compendium of oddly thoughtful words about love∞sex.  The book has been professionally assessed by Kirkus Reviews:

[This] collection of erotic poetry offers a cavalcade of love affairs, focusing on the narrator’s moment-to-moment fantasies and experiences.

A sprawling collection… that intriguingly lays out a dance of seduction in all of its conceivable steps.

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I invite you to consider the following samples, out of context, to discover if perhaps Tweet-sized poetry is one way to yank your mind around.

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resurrect the words

that have been drowned in soap

i’m not supposed to like hearing them

any more than you are supposed to like saying them

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want to feel you again against me

wrapped around your wishes

want to know the commotion

at the center of your sensual self

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120 smiles:

run tongue

from clit down slit

to slot

and back up

rest

repeat     repeat

rest

10 repetitions, 4 sets

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serial jack off

first, me for you

then you on me

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i didn’t lie

those are my own pinch marks…

i missed you so

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the goal is to go over

the edge

teetering teetering

finally tottering

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from behind me

your hands curve

and cover my breasts

like my own do

naturally

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i sit up

you stand back

we connect

male plug

female receptor

alternating currents

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It is your own hand that brings you off

but it is my voice in your ear

as you crest, as you peak,

you at the vertex

with me in the vortex.

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#Erotic #Poetry #AdultsOnly

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Illusions – Stupid Ass Selfies – Spanky Talk – Literate Erotica

This link to Three Illusions that Will Destroy Your Brain” is worth sharing to enrich two-minutes of your day.  Hopefully it can help erase the stupid ass selfies that currently plague the web.

COMMENTARY by indie author Kathleen K.

I don’t know why we are so overt with our images (Google: rectal thermometer fetish) but shy in our words.  I write high-end erotica and sexotica for the rowdier reader.  I caution people it is Not Suitable for Some, Appreciated by Others.  Still, even with good reviews and a strong web presence, I have not yet crossed past the stigma that “nice people” don’t read this stuff.  (Please help me prove them wrong.)  Fifty Shades of Grey opened the discussion once again:  why does romance flourish but erotica struggle?  That book took the romance formula of masterful man (in commerce, in bed) and the female waiting to be educated by him (ergo, we start with a coed) and spun in some spanky talk.  Indisputably, it was eFingered by millions of eReaders.  The Fifty Shades trilogy wasn’t considered well written… but it trounced other “smarter” books in the marketplace.

Sassy, sexy, comical, intelligent erotica is not for everybody.  What I’m producing is not your mommy’s porn.  Enjoy the counterculture imagery from a cast of sharp characters:  a pot-positive memoirist, an organized voyeur, a fictional pay-to-play girl (retired) turned sexual consultant, a nonfictional pay-to-say girl who wrote the cult classic Sweet Talkers.  I seek sophisticated readers who can go highbrow but appreciate the low down.  I label the books bedside readers for the adult mind because they are tailored for the nightstand.  Deliciously explicit.  Using vignettes, free-wheeling prose, and snatches of conversation, I create scenarios for you to fill in, stimulating your imagination, fertilizing your fantasies.  It’s a great way to slip away from the real world as you gear down for sleep.  (Note:  I prefer print book to screen reader at night given what we know about visual stimulation before bed.)

This format lets you dip in and out of the books, not needing to remember plot details, or get to any particular stopping point; mix and match to suit the mood you’re in or the mood you’re cultivating.  Skim past what doesn’t interest you this time, you might run across it in a different mood and find it more meaningful.  There is a specific sex-positivity and good cheer in all my work, I find glory and humor in all the things we do to “feel” connected.  I’ve been called “competent” at novelizing hardcore erotica: begrudging praise for being literate in a stigmatized arena.  What can I say?  Lighten up, you erudite reviewers, I write “good reads” – that’s the whole point.  Quit counting commas, tell your targets was is it worth the time and money to read?  Don’t dissect the plot… share your unique judgment on the experience of reading it.  That is much appreciated by author and reader.

I have a standing offer to send you a free book if you review one of my other books.  I keep prices low to encourage spur of the moment purchases ($6.66 to $9.99).  I believe fans are the BUZZ.  Echo back, would you?  I’m easy to find if you can remember my name:  KathleenK

KathleenK.xxx – for the rowdier reader

KathleenK.com – Vivid family fiction for those who read between, around and beyond the words.

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