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Appropriate Levels of Heat in Your Erotic scene

Monday was Erotica Night Henderson Writers Group. So, feeling red as a radish, I read, an erotic chapter from my upcoming book, The Pack. I thought I would die of embarrassment. So naturally, I went home and rewrote it a full twenty percent hotter.


 A problem arouse, the arousal was too much. Prudish modesty didn’t set in. Instead a feeling that Tereza and Ethan’s behavior in the scene was completely out of character did. This is a werewolf novel. In that society a promise cannot be broken. Tereza had promised her stepfather (the Alpha male) she wouldn’t mate with Ethan. So, she decided to orally pleasure him instead. This would have been consistent with her tendency to not exactly lie, but not tell the truth either. Sort of how Bill Clinton didn’t exactly lie when he said “I did not have sex with this woman.” It depends on how one defines sex, I guess. But I started thinking “Would she really do this?” Yes, she is that devious. But it just didn’t feel right. I know this might not sound like sage advice on writing, but since we’re dealing with characters and their emotions/motivations; if something feels wrong it usually is. Would she really risk violating her stepfather’s trusts by redefining “sex.” No. This applies to human character’s as well. The mousey person most likely isn’t a closet dominatrix, unless there’s some other hint of that side of her character before the sex scene. This can be easier said then done, while you’re cranking of the heat.

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February 28, 2014 · 4:27 am

Fire and Water

Fire & Water begins with Keagan, a fire elemental, betrothed to the princess of Fire Nation in unhappy, loveless engagement of convenience. Meanwhile, he’s involved in an illicit affair with Aedre, the beautiful and conning princesses of the Water Kingdom. Both lovers risk the death penalty if their love is discovered.

Court intrigue and espionage ensues as Fire Nation and Water Kingdom rush towards genocidal warfare. It’s up to Keagan and Aedre to bring peace to their people while remaining true to themselves and their love for each other. But is peace between fire and water even possible?

“Fire & Water” is now available on Kindle . Go ahead and click the link, a little steamy romance isn’t dangerous — unless you happen to be Keagan or Aedre.

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Smashwords — Fire and Water — A book by Douglas Ryan

My new short book Fire and Water is now officially available Smashwords in all formats.

In this tale of forbidden love and desire between Keagan, a fire elemental and Aedre, a water elemental; can they lovers remain true to each other and themselves and prevent mutual genocide of their races?

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Las Vegas Writer’s Group Meeting

The night before last I woke just barely in time to attend the Las Vegas Writer’s Group meeting, which as at 7 pm. Being about 5:40, it wasn’t too late to make it there on time, really, except one must take into account that somebody might choose to demonstrate the world-renowned Vegas sober intelligence by losing a box in the middle of the freeway (again..yes, seriously) or decide that his/her car loves another car and help it kiss the other car’s bumper or fender. I don’t feel like going into detail about my atrocious sense of direction, which often leads me to turn left when common sense should say to turn right, or vice/versa. For those reasons, a twenty-minute drive can easily turn into an hour. That left no time to cook dinner. So, I went Del Taco, figuring that meal would be less expensive than eating at the Tap House (the web address is supposed to be, but that’s not working.)

So, when I arrived at the Tap House, of course, I ordered more food, which was clearly not my fault since they left a menu at the table and made selections entirely too tempting. Since we live in an age of avoiding any personal responsibility, when I’m done with this post, I’ll be writing my Congressperson as well as Governor Sandoval and possibly the mayor with that complaint. But I digress. After the waitress too my order, she pointed out that my nametag was upside down. Luckily, a fellow attendee came to my defense, saying, “He’s only a writer…”

Our host began the meeting and encouraged everyone to join the critique group as well. He explained that we would never, ever humiliate a new member; merely abuse and embarrass him/her. OK, my sense of responsibility does lead me to point out that was said tongue firmly planted in his cheek, since some folks these days are entirely too sensitive.

Our speaker for the night was Maile Chapman. Instead of spamming up this post with info about her, I’ll provide this link. She was very good. She explained the history of American short story and explained that the early stories were often very didactic, touching on very serious social issues. While well written, those stories were often emotionally difficult to read. For example, she told us about a story about a young woman on a slave ship. The woman was left alone to give birth to her child, but was given no assistance. The slave traders were kind enough to undo her shackles so she could do this, but apparently forgot to reattach them after she gave birth. So she kissed her baby and then jumped overboard, baby in her arms to save the child from a life of slavery. Ouch. Not exactly light reading for a warm, sunny spring morning, is it? Such stories with abolitionist messages were often published anonymously for the author’s safety. Maile also explained that what makes short stories such a uniquely American art form is that they can more easily be published quickly to deal with such issues/ideas that are topical, such as slavery.

Now for my ideas on didactic stories. They’re fine, as long they’re not preachy. Also for the love of God, make them unique. For example, there seems to be millions of LGBT themed coming of age stories where the young gay guy gets kicked out of home and school, etc and all those stories wind up being the same, not only in plot but also the characters can easily be transported from one story to another without the reader being able to tell the difference. The same applies for other stories of these types. If one is inspired to write about about a domestic violence, go for it. I’ll agree with the theme, no real man beats his wife and he deserves his retribution. I’ll go so as say the Wiccan idea of the Third Fold Law can and should apply; the harm he causes by his cowardly and abusive behavior should come back on him three fold, at least. However, at least make the woman unique and do so by more than just having her have an unusual hobby (unless the hobby is relevant to the outcome.) Moving on, this was never meant to be a “how to write” blog and there are plenty of those, but I had to throw my two cents in.

Going back to Maile, she explained out writing became art for art’s sake. Poe was the first (or at least first famous person) to do this in short stories. (I’m not entirely sure this is correct, even though many, if not most of Poe’s contemporaries were still writing didactics.) Anyway, reading and writing for pleasure of it was a novel idea at the time. From Poe, the modern short story really took off. Of course, he was the one that wrote the famous essay Philosophy of Composition . In this post, I actually violated his Unity of Effect rule, though by starting light-hearted and then talking about very dark stories.

There is one piece of writing advice that Mailed gave, which I’d like to share. Make the resolution and outcome meaningful. She complained about what she calls the “MFA Ending” (Master of Fine Arts.) That’s the type of ending that goes something along the lines of “The lovers sat under the tree, pondering their decision.” In a way, I understand such an ending. It allows the readers to come up with their own ending, what they want the lovers to do. On the other end, it makes me say “Really? You took me through all the lovers’ ups and downs, had me experience their emotional and other conflict without a satisfactory conclusion?” Please don’t do that. Going back to our host’s comments, you’ll leave me no recourse but to abuse and humiliate you if you do that.


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Why have vampires become the biggiest pussies around, no offense meant to perfectly good vaginas?

A peculiar phenomenon has been occurring in the late 20th and early 21st century. Vampires have become the worst milquetoasts in literature and film. It’s always “Wahhh…I’m vampire” and there’s some girl “Make me one too!” and he goes of and cries about that too. Fuck that! Vampires are badass killers, the predators of man. Even “good vampires are extraordinarily dangerous, as in this example from my novel Christian Blood , prone losing control of the blood lust.

And if you value you life, never, ever piss off a even a “good” vampire:

“I make more money doing this than anything else.” He traced his hand along Isabelle’s thigh, and wandered to the inner part. “Isn’t she beautiful? A woman is never more beautiful then when she sleeps, or when she’s dead.”
Christian was appalled. Fredrick seemed totally transfixed by the dead woman. The cleaner’s hand lingered entirely too long on the woman’s thigh. Christian’s skin crawled. Was this sick weirdo really planning to molest this corpse? He looked toward Heinrich to gauge the older vampire’s reaction. It seemed to be one of restrained disgust, with only a frown giving away his emotions.
The fact that even Heinrich, who killed the woman, even seemed disgusted by Frederick emboldened Christian. “What the fuck are you planning to do with her, you pervert? How dare you rape the dead?”
“It ain’t like she’ll care none…”
Christian grabbed Fredrick by the collar and lifted him off the ground. His voice was a low growl. “I forbid you to do this. Or I’ll kill you.” Christian had never threatened anyone’s life before, but he figured this would a good time to start-especially, if he was condemned to a life of death and killing anyway. If anyone deserved death, it was this violator of the dead.
“Then what? Two dead cleaners in one day? Nobody will work for you again! You’ll fuck yourself over big time, son!”
Christian didn’t care. His disgust of this man was like nothing he had ever felt. Then again, why should he care? He didn’t protest when Heinrich killed her; so why be so offended if the cleaner takes pleasure in her. Was he actually defending the dead or just enforcing an old human taboo? He told himself that she agreed to her death as part of the bargain between her and Heinrich. Her death was consensual. Being raped post-mortum by this degenerate was not…..

Find out what happened today, on Christian Blood: Kindle Edition

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Paperback Vampire Novel Christian Blood by Douglas Ryan is now available

Christian Blood
Just in time for “Cyber Monday ” the vampire novel Christian Blood is now available online in quality paperback form.

In this tale of love, betrayal, redemption, and blood, Christian Nadasdy survives a savage bashing only to find himself in the care of an elder vampire.

As he navigates the exotic world of vampires, freaks, and witchcraft, he finds himself confronted with more questions than answers:

Can he come to terms with who and what he is? Was the bashing one of the many machinations of his caregiver and what does that strange nobleman want with him? Does the beautiful witch Scarlett Raven have designs on his heart, or does she hold some dark ulterior motive of her own?

Read about Christian’s adventures today!
Christian Blood is also available on Smashwords with free sample chapters for your reading pleasure and also available on Kindle Edition and coming soon to

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Am I becoming the walking undead update…

So now I’m looking at Wikipedia to see if there are any vampire viruses that give flue-like symptoms. I haven’t found any yet. This emo kid came in. I said “What do you want? Can’t you see that I feel like crap?”
He broke down in tears. I didn’t know what he was crying about or even cared. You know emos. Suddenly he ran to bathroom and I gave chase. He took apart a razor and threatened to slice his wrist.
“No, you’re not,” I said. “Stop being a drama queen and put it down. I guess we can talk about it or whatever.”
But he did slice his wrist I stood transfixed at the sight of the blood. It looked so tasty. But I snapped out of the spell and bandaged his wrist and took him the hospital.

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