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Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Where ma fellas @

The Softer Side of Alie…
Home of Okay…so I…love ye…

This is for the Male in You...
Not sure if we have any guys out here...but this is for you anyway...


Since Sundays seem to be the only day that I don’t have a million fricken things to do, I’ve decided that I’ll make Sundays blog day, then post them throughout the week.
For some reason your body seems to just go into that lazy mode, and won’t come out of it .
In my quest for the perfect relaxing Sunday, I did a bit of internet surfing, downloaded some new tunes, and just pretty much vegged; with a cold glass of mascot or as the popular term so deems it, mascoto.

And no I didn’t do it wit no hands…

Well, my music library is pretty nil now (My music man is too busy nowadays L) especially since it seems like there’s a new hit every five seconds; so I thought I’d replenish it. And since I write Romance, I try to keep my library full of sexy cuts like Trey, Drake, Omarion, Bachatas, and even some alternative love songs.

Therefore, in my search for love songs, or just some get down and get nasty music, hahaha, because I need that too since I write Erotic Paranormal, Erotic Contemporary and Erotic Historical Romance; I paused to think about the Slow Jam, the Alternative Love song, or some of that just plain amazing 70s and 80 music that was sung…by some relatively hot looking guy who swears that he meant the words that he was singing.

(Love songs by women are entirely different), but for today this is about the “Male” lol.

Steven Tyler’s, “Don’t go to Sleep”, Player’s “Baby Come back”, Journey’s “Send Her My Love”, Incubus’ “Wish You were Here”, Mike Posner’s “Please Don’t Go” Nevershoutnever’s “Trouble” Trap’s “Echo,” they all seem to imply some romantic sense of what men think. Especially…when that certain woman decides that she’s had enough and walks.

Nevertheless, as I delved deeper into the music, I found myself going back to my roots, R&B, Bichatas, and the like.

My first impression; was why can’t men truly think like this?

Seeing that I write erotic romance, I normally get my creative juices (my brain people) flowing when I listen to music.

If it’s a fight scene, then it’s Evanescence, Nickel Back, Link n’ Park, Three days Grace, Disturbed ect.  
If it’s dialogue, then it Michael Bubble’, good old Frank, and 70s & 80s music as a whole.

However, when I get to the intimate scenes or argument scenes where the two main characters are pissed, have a huge fight to which one eventually storms out; I find myself going back to real R&B, (Tank, Tyrese, Usher, Robin, Jon. B., Trey, Jamie ect) or love songs (mostly women here, because after all, I am. I loveeee Adel) due to the fact that it seems to stimulate my brain for what it is exactly that I need to write.

But as I was listening to it, Trey Songz to be exact, (Role Play) I wondered to myself;

 “Why aren’t men really like this?”

If you’ve watched any of his videos, you would think that he was in actuality, the “Black Casanova”, because the sensuality just exudes from his videos. After that I had an urge to watch the video, and I was still amazed how men just don’t seem to get it?

This is what a woman wants!!!

Usher’s Trading Places is one of the hottest videos out there, and I suddenly thought, if men spent as much time watching these types of videos, as they do say “Fucking Sports!” They would have a clue as to how a woman wants to be treated intimately, and essentially score major fucking brownie points.

Sadly enough, most men think that artist like Drake, Tyrese, Trey, and Usher are pussies, because they give up too much shit (as my ex used to put it. he was more prone to that crying ass Wknd!).

But here’s the thing guys…if you took even the slightest amount of advice from their songs; you know that hot chick that you’ve been after for so long?

She would ultimately melt in your arms; if you took your head out cha ass for like two seconds and said hummm, “Maybe there is something to this.” I swear…she would be eternally yours.

Even if you’re well endowed, if you don’t know how to use it, and when I say use it, not just the sex; but the sensuality of it; then you’re still a douche.

But learning, is fun, and maybe even actually going so far as to ask her what “She” wants. You might just be the guy that women fight over.

 Have you ever wondered why that amazing looking chick was with…what you would consider a douche or a nerd? 

It’s because they put her first (sexually, sensually, and emotionally) there is no such thing as emotionless sex, (I’m writing a series on it now hahaha…) no matter how both sexes like to think that there is.

Yet, to my male compradors, this intimacy is what keeps her there!

Just a thought.  

If you’re a male reading this, women know what other women want. It’s just like one of my brother used to say, “Don’t ask another man about a man, unless you want the truth.”

Well…that goes for us women too ;)

Alie Out ;)

Monday, April 18, 2016

What is Romance Anyway?

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you know me...always perusing the internet...and I happened on this discussion on “What Romance is”...and supposedly what “Romance Isn’t.”

I was quite shocked to find that nearly “Every” woman polled...said that a “Romance” is a Happily Ever After. Not a Happy For Now...not We Tried and it Didn’t Work Now...but a straight up Unadulterated Happy Ending.

Well to this I say foutaise...or in English...Bullshit!

Well you know me...I love to pipe in on this type of stuff... (The literature/art hist/mythology teacher in me can’t help but to!) so I had to put my 2cents in.

According to Webster's Dictionary...
(Not RWA)
A Romance is by Definition:
a (1) :  a medieval tale based on legend, chivalric love and adventure, or the supernatural(2) :  a prose narrative treating imaginary characters involved in events remote in time or place and usually heroic, adventurous, or mysterious (3) :  a love story especially in the form of a novel
b :  a class of such literature
:  something (as an extravagant story or account) that lacks basis in fact
:  an emotional attraction or aura belonging to an especially heroic era, adventure, or activity.
Webster's Thesaurus defines it as such: a brief romantic office romance that ended with hurt feelings on both sides. 
Synonyms:  amour, fling, love, love affair.
Looking for the Happily Ever After here Guys...huuummm...not finding it...

Dictionary.Com defines it as such:
a novel or other prose narrative depicting heroic or marvelous deeds, pageantry, romantic exploits, etc., usually in a historical or imaginary setting.
the colorful world, life, or conditions depicted in such tales.
a medieval narrative, originally one in verse and in some Romance dialect, treating of heroic, fantastic, or supernatural events, often in the form of allegory.
a baseless, made-up story, usually full of exaggeration or fanciful invention.
a romantic spirit, sentiment, emotion, or desire.
romantic character or quality.
a romantic affair or experience; a love affair.
(initial capital letter). Also, Romanic. Also called Romance languages. the group of Italic Indo-European languages descended since A.D. 800 from Latin, as French, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, Romanian, Provencal, Catalan, Rhaeto-Romanic, Sardinian, and Ladino.
Abbreviation: Rom.

And its sister site: states that:
Romance c.1300, "story of a hero's adventures," also (early 14c.), "vernacular language of France" (as opposed to Latin), from O.Fr. romanz "verse narrative," originally an adverb, "in the vernacular language," from V.L.
*romanice scribere "to write in a Romance language" (one developed from Latin instead of Frankish), from L. Romanicus "of or in the Roman style," from Romanus "Roman" (see Roman). The connecting notion is that medieval vernacular tales were usually about chivalric adventure. Literary sense extended by 1660s to "a love story." Extended 1610s to other modern languages derived from...

Hummm...ah...yea...stillll...not finding that
so called Happily Ever After....

And ya know’s bullshit!

A Romance doesn’t have to have a HEA to be a Romance, no matter what Groups like RWA...or some blog says.
Unfortunately, the masses will rip you to shreds if you deter from this idea, because they have been conditioned by groups like RWA to believe that this is the only archetype for a Romance. So...unfortunately...this is a catch 22...and a proceed at your own risk...unless you’re writing paranormal.

Equally, I would state that Shakespeare has sovereign jurisdiction over the Title “Romance Author,” lol, whether people like it or not. As well, titles like Anna Karenina, West side story, Madame Bovary, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Wuthering Heights, all Tragic Romancesnot love stories.
Likewise, Academically Not once is a romance ever described by its so called Happy Ending. That is an antediluvian term, coined by Fairy tales.
Unfortunately Disney has capitalized on that, basically deeming and usurping any kind of romance not HEA as defunct. As well, if people were to read the original tales that Disney appropriated; they would be shocked on what they actually were. HEA is not the be all to existence. Definitions for Romance that say otherwise are someone’s opinion, which is fine; but it isn’t the be all and end all. The Romantic period; Ca. 1750 to 1870 set the foundation for what Romance was to be, and if you look into it, you will find exactly what I’m speaking on. The Romantic period or Romanticism as many would have it, basically meant… freeing the artist and writer from restrains and rules, suggesting a phase of individualism marked by the encouragement of revolutionary ideas.

Is that ironic or what?

The very thing our ancestral artist, painters, and writers insisted on throwing off…groups like RWA are instilling yet once again.
I don’t mean to come off as pretentious, but it really irks me as a Professor when I hear things like what a “Romance,” is supposedly to be.
Romance is filled with Angst, heartbreak, unrequited love, and a plethora of other emotions; so to say that something isn’t romantic because some association labeled it as such, or it isn’t what you believe romance should be; is short-sided and biased.
The teacher in me stands with, "get rid of these antiquated 1950s convoluted antediluvian ideologies; because as you can see…they certainly didn’t come our prolific primordial writers who came before us".

Even if it isn’t our cuppa…it will definitely be someone else’s.

Alie Out ;)

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Snippet Sunday...

The Softer Side of Alie...
The home of Some like it Hot!

Well Hello Everyone!!!
Guess's Snippet Sunday!!
This Weekend...We're featuring a snippet from...

                          Two Sides of Opa!

He hadn’t spoken to me since I turned him down that night, but he should have been grateful. I was sure it would have fucked up what friendship had begun to blossom between us; however, we were right back where we started three years ago.
I sighed as he placed the plate in front of me, then took the seat across from me.
He spent the next ten minutes explaining to me what he’d cooked in Greek, and all I did was nod.
I so didn’t want to be there, but I was in a jam, and needed his help.
As I helped to clear the bar and the dishes, he finally spoke to me directly.
“You aren’t saying much.” He stated as he refilled my glass, and I looked up at him.
“I could say the same for you the past three weeks.” I returned, downed the drink, and he grinned slightly refilling it.
I felt it go to my head then, but the warm fuzzy feeling was better than being pissed off at him, so this time I sipped the drink, savoring my buzz.
“You confuse me, is all.” He countered, and it was my turn to frown.
“How so?”
“You are full of this Kefi…like I have never seen in any other woman…however you repress it…and never allow it to surface.” He frowned, and I smiled slightly.
Although backwards, it was a huge complement. Many Greeks directed their lives on their Kefi, and for him to say something about mine, was a turn on actually. On the surface, when a Greek mentions the word, Kefi, they are referring to, joy, spirit, passion, happiness, triumph, mojo, excitement, feeling good, having fun, or just simply loving life. Basically experiencing something positive. The real benefit of finding your Kefi however, is finding it when times aren’t at their best or folding it into your daily life.
Kefi requires three simple rules to the Greeks:
Let go! Life doesn’t always play out. The more you focus on something that didn’t work out, the longer you think life sucks. Go with the flow.
Live in the moment. Live in the present. This is something most Greeks believe in.
Take Naps. That’s right. Villages in Greece will more or less shut down for a few hours after lunch. We in America call this the itis! Basically taking time to just sit and relax.
And most important…Dance. Dance. Dance.
Get up and move your feet. There are many traditional Greek dances that every Greek does and while the younger generations have their clubs, they still bust out a Greek dance or two. So get up…be free! Dance…as if you were “Zorba The Greek”
 “I see no reason to.” I muttered, and he looked me in the eyes then.
“No.” I stated and looked away, when he drew my face back around to face him frowning.
“I disagree.”
“Why?” I demanded, yet his response was to seize me, place me on the bar, step between my thighs and give me a true taste of his Kefi.
Shit, my brain screamed.
I couldn’t help the sigh as his lips touched my skin.
Πες μου αυτό δεν είναι ό, τι θέλετε;” Tell me this isn’t what you want, he whispered, and I could only moan as he sucked the skin in the curve of my neck into his mouth.
I instantly felt lightheaded.
Shit, I was toast!
I thought as his hands traveled the length of my thighs, and he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth.
Θέλω να αφήσει να πάει και να επιτρέψει ΚΕΦΙ σας στην επιφάνεια.” I want you to let go and allow your KEFI to surface, he whispered in my ear, laced his fingers in my hair gripping it, and I shook my head.
“Yes, it is part of the lesson. Greek is filled with passion…your Kefi…and if you do not have it…then how can you speak Greek…enjoy life…and give in to all that is Greek.” He hissed in my ear, I felt his erection through the thin fabric of my Vicki’s, then gasped as his other hand caressed me even lower.
The deep moan escaped me, and he chuckled.
“Akhilleus.” I cried out, as his finger slipped inside of me, and he shook his head.
Αρκετά…simply feel. Give me your Kefi.” Enough, he commanded, and I gasped again, my head going back, as he drew the skin in the curve of my neck into his mouth again and bit me.
He suddenly lifted me, wrapped my legs around his waist, but his lips never left mine as he walked towards what I assumed was his bedroom.
He tossed me on his bed, then slid up my body, his massive hands parting my thighs as he did, kissing them in his wake.
He slid the straps of the dress off, then removed it completely, only to stare down on my heaving breast, his grin widening.
 “It seems like I have been waiting an eternity for this.” He moaned in my ear, and I cried out, as his fingers slipped inside, and his lips captured the moan.
Κι εγώ επίσης.” Me too, I confessed, he laughed as he flipped us, and I was looking up at him.
 I felt the massiveness of him settled between my thighs, and I looked up at him surprised.
His grin spread wider, he shrugged, then deftly removed my undies in one swoop, as his head dipped towards my breast.
The heat of him was almost unbearable, and it was driving me crazy.
“What?”He whispered in my ear, and I shook my head, moaning, as his fingers continued their magic.
Πες το.” Say it, he commanded, as he drew the skin in the curve of my neck into his mouth again, and I screamed.
δεν δύναμαι!” I can’t, I cried, as he removed his fingers, then made small circles with the tip of his shaft.
I was shocked when I felt the condom.
When had he done that?
I asked myself, but when he pushed his hips slightly forward, I didn’t care anymore.
“Yes you can, and until you do, I won’t. Your lesson for tonight.” He stated grinning, as he slid down my body.
My muscles tightened and jerked in anticipation of his lips on my skin.
He suddenly jerked me forward, and as he buried his face in me, the scream left me.
“Akhilleus!” I screamed, and he laughed again, causing it to send trimmers through my entire body, as he sucked my bud into his mouth.
“That’s my name.” He stated, then flicked his tongue in the opposite direction, and I felt the orgasm building, so intense, that I could barely breathe.
Πες το.” Say it, he commanded, and I shook my head.
“No!” I cried, and he buried his entire face in me, lapping me sweetly.
“Try again.” He demanded, as he slid two digits inside, then drew me into his mouth again vigorously sucking.
“Fuck me!”I screamed, as I shot into the orgasm.
“That’s my gurl. Now in Greek.” He grinned as the words tumbled from my mouth in incoherent Greek, slapped my ass as he drew me forward, then flipped me over, brought me to my knees, then began caressing me. I screamed, as he drew his hips forward, bit the back of my neck, then slapped my ass.
Γαμήσεις!” I screamed again as I felt it surge up from my toes. 

Say What????

 Hey Everyone!

Hope you weekend is awesome so far.
Just some lil tidbits for today...or more to the point...questions for me the author.

With there being more Geeks & Nerds like me running the show nowadays…
Is it really a legitimate complaint of readers to bitch about Accents and different languages in books today?

From Lord of the Rings…to Game of Thrones…just to name a few…
Why would an accent in a book not only surprise…but annoy the reader?
If you’ve watched anything IFC, then you have not only heard the language, but you also had to read the English as well.
Why can it be watched, but not read?

I have tried for ages to understand the standard exasperating response of readers who post things like,” It took me out of the book,” or “It messed up the flow of the book,” and in all my years of being a reader, and now a writer; I have yet to be “Taken out of the Book!”
That makes no sense to me…
As an author, we really wish you would explain what you mean exactly? This is not only ambiguous, but maddening as well trying to figure out exactly what you meant, and why.
But hey, that’s just my opinion.

As well, I don’t understand how you give a book you enjoyed a 2 star, because the book “rocked,” but the accent pulled you out of the book?
Come again?

I have never given a book I enjoyed a 2 star because of an accent, even if I have to look up some of the words, the book was still fabulous.
I was just curious.

If anyone out there knows…give me a heads up please…LOL…Cuz I’m still confused.


When Enough is Enough…and you still don’t fricken get it!

Hey y'all!!!

So yea...I've been known to vent a time or two lol...and I'm feeling like it's one of those days.  
I’ve been wanting to do this rant for a while now, however, I’ve been extremely industrious in the last year; the move to NYC, getting employed, apartment hunting, editing, ect.

Nevertheless, today as I was chatting with a co-worker, and finally obtained her permission to vent lol; due to the fact that she is in correlation, as well as directly linked to my rant.
 As I listened to her myriad of do’s and skewed don’ts for the last two weeks, her entire scenario on the dating scene, wanting so desperately to stop her mid-rant, smack the shiza out of her…or as the count would say; 1-2-3 times for being completely clueless, then nod for her to continue on; the woman in me sort of stewed about it all day after her long drawn out tangent. Not to mention, I just knew that this would be a new book! I could already see the characters formulating in my brain as I listened to her.

My postulation: and please if there are any brave men out there, do indeed give me your two cents, because I can’t for the life of me fathom this conundrum, and that fecal matter Mars vs. Venus cock n bull gets on my last nerve.
People are people…some are just assholes.

My Query: Why is it that when a woman isn’t really interested in a man, she has the balls to articulate that, and basically end what could be a very thwarting awkward state of affairs for the both of them?
My coworker has been seeing this guy at work, he’s cute, nice body, and pretty much the bad boy type (she’s still young, and hasn’t learned that the bad boy is overrated; I’ll take a hot nerd any day of the week over the bad boy), or as my Nana used to say la belleza es como la belleza hace (beauty is as beauty does). Enter drama…like a Shakespearean Tragedy….they were dating for about a month, had fun, and suddenly one day he simply just stopped calling or texting her. He would speak to her at work, but it was pretty much nattering on about this or that kind of malarkey…with the compulsory “hi, how ya been, how’s the weather, kind of trite bollix.

She couldn’t for the life of her understand what happened, or where it went wrong, so basically she was clueless. She tried texting him to find out why, but he ignored her text. She would run into him at work, ask what happened, and he would came up with some hackneyed bullshite line like “his phone was off, his battery died, or he was in the shower and simply forgot to text her back.

To cut a long story short, due to the fact that said relationship was on a bombastic knocking boots level…i.e. they wus gettin busy…did a bit of Shagging mate…she became all dewy doe eyed, and would still actually speak to him at work.
Now maybe I’m just a rigid bitch at heart, due to the overwhelming fact that I would have acquainted him with the adage, “take your phone and shove it up your ferret,” clearly, then immediately expunged his number, text and anything else that had to do with him.
Therefore, at long last today as I listened to the ear hemorrhaging, eyeball rolling tirade yet again, I finally told her that if she texted him one more time; “I would choke her the fuck out!”

It was obvious that he’d only wanted one thing from her, and after he acquired it, he was through with her.
Herein lies my dilemma with the opposite sex!

1.      Why not just fucking say that it was over, instead of allowing her to send masses of pathetic text messages, basically constructing herself to be some needy, clingy, emotive basket case? Why would anyone allow someone to continue texting them, and never answer them? It is a completely fucked up way to allow someone, “to get the message,” it simply states that you are a coward
2.      He saw her five days a week, at the very least he could have pulled her aside, maybe even said something like it just didn’t work out; if he was too much of a wanker to call her.
3.      Or even taken the coward’s way out and left a post it note on her desk!

Anything is better than allowing her to berate herself, thinking that “She” in fact did something wrong, when he was simply an asshole.
Furthermore, why not just convey to her to begin with, that he didn’t want a relationship, that he only sought after a hit it and quit it situation…that he had no intentions of ever having a relationship with her?
This to me is the male Dog!

Not all men, but this type do run in packs, and are almost always nowhere near as Alpha status as they believe. Moreover, it is quite plain to see why they do not communicate such requirements … for the reason that this type cannot enlighten…due to the fact that if they do…you as the hunted female…now have Options!
I would respect a man more if he were upfront with his intentions; at least by knowing his purpose…I now have the opportunity to say yes or no, have alternatives, can make an informed decisions as to whether or not I want ass spanking hot sex…a booty call…or I simply want to step off and avoid him at every turn. I can then determine as to whether or not it is worth it.
I have been approached like this on any number of occasions, and although I thought a few of them skuzzy, I respected the honesty more; then some asshole who pretends that he wants to actually date, when all he really wants is to get laid!
I feel completely awful for her, due to the fact that she was truly enamored by him, and as I sat listening to her I realized that is most men today. (Notice I didn’t say all)
The word relationship, or long term today in this technological age is like the black plague, and most men run from it screaming at the top of their lungs. In this smart phone, instant gratification society, if it’s not a hook up, fwb’s, or sexting; people seem to give the impression that it’s outlandish, or some obsolete notion to want to have a long term lasting relationship.

Nevertheless, the ones who truly piss me off are the ones who say they don’t want a relationship, however they fit a need that you have at that point in time, so you’re cool with it; then they “catch feelings” as the young hip-hop nation say on their own, then act like an asshole because now they want a relationship, and you’re just like wtmf!
As a man of this arbitrary thinking, you have already placed us in that category, i.e. bootie call…hook up…merely sex for the asking because you both want it; however, now because you “caught” feelings “you” believe it should change?
Da fuc outta here wit that mess!
On the other hand if you act just like them, i.e. the male counterpart in the relationship…the Alphanow you’re a bitch.
I whole heartily believe in the axiom “Think like a man, act like a woman,” in today’s society, so I am therefore labeled bitter very often by my male friends.
I am totally not…they’re just not worthy.
It’s like a monogamous unswerving relationship is akin to a polluted utterance, and people find it hilariously funny when guys post these memes of some skeleton implied to be a woman, with a caption like, “Hoes be like…I’m waiting for my soul make, or I’m waiting for the right man.”  I deem those captions are quite revealing in and of themselves of the men who post them, because in actuality they have no concept or notion of what a true relationship in fact denotes.
From online dating, which is a cesspool of veritable hook-ups, penis shots, porn advertisements, Viagra, and vagina cam shots…and creepiness on an altogether distinctive type of echelon and fuckery (I tried it), to meat markets (where I want to screech that I need to be a fucking vegetarian) bars and pubs, the unadorned underling fact that screams so often is…maybe it pays to be single.

In spite of this entire scathing state of affairs …you are then afflicted with the barrage of men contending that you abhor men, are vinegary, or maybe just a plain bitch, so you’re a turn off to men because you have morals, values, and you desire to be used by no one, least of all some hit it and quit it jackoff.
What happened to relationships like my Grandparent’s?
Now that was love, 47 years to the same person, through ups and downs, life changes, children, and all the things that come with a relationship?
Is it any wonder that people today see this as antiquated, when our society perceives people like Beyonce/JayZ, Kim/Kanyee, Miley/ Liam (who indecently said, da fuc! and got out) Kristen/Robert as role models for relationships?
No wonder my co-worker got the shaft…and I mean that in more ways than one…

Thus I end my rant with…Men…Just tell the fucking truth..

for several reasons, but the main ones are;
1.      You’ll end up not having a stalker!
2.      She won’t be pissed enough to fuck up yo shite for being an absofuckenlute tosspot asshole!
3.      It is the decent fucking thing to do!
4.      How would you like to be used just for sex…and have no clue or consent about it?
And lastly, how would you like it if some dude just used your sister, female cousin…or divorced mom for ass spanking hot sex, then just tossed her aside like she was a street walking sucia?
So remember my homies…Karma is a bitchso presumably female…and she always has a way of making sure ye get yer comeuppances…

Pin out! ;)