An Interview with “Flesh Made Word” authors A B Eyers and Delilah Bell

A Conversation Between A.B. Eyers and Delilah Bell

The Flesh Made Word
Ten writers explore the erotic possibilities of the written word, from a typewriter that awakens ghosts of desire, to a woman whose skin holds the stories of her lovers. An erotic fantasy anthology. Strip away everything external, and the act of writing becomes profoundly physical. What's more intimate than expressing the hidden self upon a surface, transforming it in the process?
Also available in paperback!

We craft these things things out of words, and in those words are sweat and blood and little bits of self, and then we send them out into the world, where, we hope, they find readers for whom our words resonate. Part of finding readers is marketing, which is what we’re doing here. Marketing The Flesh Made Word, so that you’ll buy it and read it and tell your friends and twitter feed to do the same. But there’s no point in marketing that isn’t interesting. An author interview is hit or miss, that way. But, getting two authors together to talk about each other’s work? Well, for me, that’s more than just twice as interesting. We get to see not just what an author thinks of their own work, but what they think of someone else’s, and the interplay gets you much deeper glimpses than you’re likely to see with a series of questions and carefully crafted answers.

Today’s conversation is between A.B. Eyers and Delilah Bell. Both contributed stories to The Flesh Made Word that are very different tonally, but explore some of the same themes.

Eyers: Testing?

Bell: Hello! Success.

Eyers: Ditto what you said earlier about being cut off…my internet is not the most reliable.

Good lord. Now we have to actually do this thing?

Bell: Apparently. 

Eyers: oh dear. I think I underestimated how anxious it would make ME.

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New book! Puxhill By Night: Lesbian Erotic Urban Fantasy

Puxhill By NightPuxhill By Night: Lesbian Erotic Urban Fantasy
by Michael M. Jones

$3.99 ebook download
$9.95 paperback
ISBN 978-1-61390-139-7 (ebook)
ISBN 978-1-61390-140-3 (paperback)

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The paperback is available from Createspace and Amazon.com.

Welcome to Puxhill. It’s a quiet little city just a half-step off the beaten path. Everything seems normal, but the walls between worlds run thin here, and magic seeps into everyday life. Forgotten gods and faded myths live amongst the humans, and passions run deep. In Puxhill, the impossible becomes real.

In these eight erotic tales of magic, mystery, and lesbian lust, worlds collide in new and mesmerizing ways. The night manager of a seedy motel unlocks the secrets of an amnesiac girl’s past, while an angry young rocker fights for her life in a back alley. A rogue A.I. assumes human form to romance the new owner of a comic book store, shapeshifting lovers must break an ancient curse or run the risk of killing one another, and much more. Puxhill by Night collects a mixture of reprints and original stories by acclaimed author Michael M. Jones.

Includes the stories:
“The Muse’s Mask”
“Hannah and the Witch”
“Sun Chases Moon”
“Thwarting the Spirits”
“In the Service of Hell”
“The Runic Runaway”
“Doppelganger”
“The Secret Life of Ramona Lee”

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New book! The Flesh Made Word: Erotic Tales of Writing

silent_shadows_come_cover_iconsizeThe Flesh Made Word: Erotic Tales of Writing
edited by Bernie Mojzes

$6.99 ebook download
$12.95 paperback
ISBN 978-1-61390-123-6 (ebook)
ISBN 978-1-61390-119-9 (paperback)

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The ebook edition is also available at: Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, Kobo, AllRomanceEbooks, and the iBookstore and Google Play store.

The paperback is available from CreateSpace and Amazon.com.

Strip away everything external, and the act of writing becomes profoundly physical: writer, writing tool, medium. In this anthology of erotic stories, THE FLESH MADE WORD, editor Bernie Mojzes shows that from that seed grows the deepest intimacy — the hidden self expressed upon a surface, transforming it in the process, naming erotic possibilities.

The tap of typewriter keys on ink-wet ribbons, the tickle of the calligrapher’s brush, the press of fountain-pen nib to flesh. The scent of hot metal molded into text and the shuffle-clank of the printing press. Give yourself over to the sensuality of the words themselves, to the sound and the shape and the taste of them. The expression of ideas intersects with the body in all its physicality; pleasure is never distinct from how we express it.

Ten writers explore the seduction of written language from the sensual to the lewd, from a mysterious woman whose lovers write their stories upon her skin to a playwright who declares to his rival that he does his best writing in whorehouses. A broken typewriter awakens the searing ghosts of desire, and a woman becomes a living scroll of prophecy. Permanent or ephemeral, the lines etched in flesh reveal an astonishing vulnerability, offering both the opportunity for profound insight, and an instinct to hide and dissemble.

The Flesh Made Word features stories by A.C. Wise, A.B. Eyers, Andrea Zanin, Benji Bright, Trish DeVene, Nadine Wilmot, Delilah Bell, Kannan Feng, Sasha Payne, and Sunny Moraine, who show that while the word may indeed transcend the flesh for a time, it always comes back for more.

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Capricious by Julie Cox is a finalist in the Bisexual Book Awards!

We’re very pleased to announce that not only is Circlet Press once again in the running for the Bisexual Book Publisher of the Year award (which we co-won last year with Riverdale Avenue Books), two books that we published in 2014 have snagged places in the finalist slates in the Bisexual Book Awards as well!

PrintCAPRICIOUS by Julie Cox, which was originally published as a web serial on Circlet’s website and which is now being audio-serialized on the Nobilis Erotica podcast, was published in ebook and paperback form in 2014. Capricious was previously a finalist in the Bisexual Romance category in the Rainbow Awards (but didn’t win), and it’s very exciting to see it made finalist both in Bi Erotic Fiction and in Speculative Fiction (SF/Fantasy/Horror)!

Best_Bi_SS_cover_iconsizeIn addition, our big bisexual book of the year, BEST BI SHORT STORIES edited by Sheela Lambert, also garnered a finalist slot in the Bisexual Fiction category, where it is up against some stiff competition from the likes of Emma Donoghue and Sarah Waters!

To celebrate the finalists, we’re offering both ebooks at 50% off on Circlet’s website until May 30th with the coupon code BIBOOKAWARDS !

Those of you who love seeing bisexual representation in your science fiction and fantasy might like to take the finalists lists from the SF/F/Horror category as a reading list in fact:

  1. Capricious: A Texan Tale of Love and Magic by Julie Cox, Circlet Press
  2. Climbing the Date Palm by Shira Glassman, Prizm Books/Torquere Press
  3. Otherbound by Corinne Duyvis, Amulet/Abrams
  4. The Pendragon Legacy [Book 1-Sons of Camelot series] by Sarah Luddington, Mirador Publishing
  5. That Door is a Mischief by Alex Jeffers, Lethe Press

To see the full list of finalists in all categories, visit the Bi Writers Association website where the full press release is also available: http://www.biwriters.org/bi-book-awards-finalists/

Best Bi Short Stories
edited by Sheela Lambert

Best Bi Short Stories is the first book of its kind, a literary anthology bringing together the finest representations of bisexuality in fiction. With an all-star author lineup ranging from Katherine Forrest to Jane Rule, Ann Herendeen to Jan Steckel, and curated by longtime bi activist Sheela Lambert, Best Bi Short Stories encompasses the diversity and richness of bi experience and imagination. Also available in paperback.
Capricious: A Texan Tale of Love And Magic
by Julie Cox

Welcome to Fox Pass, Texas, a small community where the mythical creatures aren’t so mythical after all. Satyr Luke’s comfortable routine is thrown into disarray when he becomes the target of enemies who won’t hesitate to hurt his friends to get to him. Struggling to save his town—and to sort out his feelings for his friend Sally—Luke faces the adventure of a lifetime in Julie Cox’s Capricious.
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Microfiction: Sunset, Moonrise, Shadows Falling By T.C. Mill

Sunset, Moonrise, Shadows Falling

When she reaches for him, he responds with such passion that their desperate kiss knocks her mask askew. Below the edge of painted porcelain, carmine smears her lips. He sees its color in the last of the light, as the shadows lengthen across Carcosa.

Even as his hands settle at her laced-slender waist, his eyes dart from side to side. The courtyard on their right is empty, its inhabitants fled or cowering indoors; and as for what will come sweeping down the street on their left hand—nothing can stop that.

His fingers stroke against the rough nap of velvet. Her hair is a wig; its curled ends bounce as she takes a shuddering breath. She reaches for her collar and with a short, swift movement rips the lace apart, baring the tops of her breasts. He finds the ends of the ribbons to loosen her stays, his knuckles scraping between her back and the ancient stones of the wall.

“Kiss me again,” she demands.

He complies, not looking at what the slipped mask has bared. It doesn’t matter. The glow of the rising black stars is kind to her.

Her gloved hand cups his cheek; the leather is supple but horny, cold in the evening air. After stripping his own gloves, he reaches for her bared skin, seeking warmth. He finds her breasts heavy and firm, even hard, as smooth as quarried marble. He feels the swell of her breath, but cannot detect a pulse.

It doesn’t matter.

Her hips grind against his as her arms wrap around his shoulders, and her weight draws him down when her feet leave the ground, legs crossing behind him. He leans forward to brace her against the wall. They’re pressed close now, thigh to thigh, core to core, and surely she can feel his pulse, his growing urgency.

Circling one sharp-peaked nipple, he schools himself in patience. There is no need to rush—after they finish, there is nothing left to do—but they do not have much time, either.

As they fled the palace, following the wails of Camilla and the prophecies of Cassilda, he saw the towers behind the moon beginning to crumble.

He kisses along her jaw and neck. She sighs in his ear, high and sweet, like a song from her very soul. For a moment he thinks he might love her. He is not such a fool as to imagine the reverse, and yet—they were close, for members of the Court. There is room for passion left in their hearts, some that had not been forced out by awe and horror.

Let that passion bloom now. Let it spread and cover them, let it be the last thing they know when the King descends.

Leaving her limbs around him to support her, he puts both hands to her breasts. They move quickly, almost roughly, though she seems untroubled. His mouth travels lower, and his nostrils are filled with her perfume: the most delicate essence mixed with the rawer scent of her sweat, her fear and lust.

She rakes through his hair, catching strands, pulling. “I can feel it.” The words grate from her throat, where moments before sighs had rung. “The echo—coming—through the stone—”

She, too, is reduced to touch, who once could see so much.

“Keep hold of me.” With one hand, he moves with deliberation and swiftness: hiking her skirts, layers of satin and velvet cast up, and then pulling aside the hem of his long waistcoat and unlacing his breeches. His frock coats tails flap like wings as he pumps his hips against her.

She shifts, almost writhing, frantic to help him find her entrance.  Finally, he does, and she is slick, and hot—heat at last, there at the hungry folds that part around his cock—so hot their joining feels molten.

Their heads knock together in that first thrust, as they both strain towards each other, and as, perhaps, they each silently beg a kiss. His mask is simple felt, absorbing and softening the clack of porcelain and bone. Pain’s white sting is as welcome as pleasure in these final moments.

But her mask, connecting with his cheek and forehead, is jostled further. She throws her head from side to side as his thrusts find the right angle inside her—he hears her cry, thankful and demanding—and the mask loosens and falls. It might shatter on the cobbles below his feet; he doesn’t look.

Instead, he kisses her revealed face—modestly hidden still, because even if the shadows were not shielding her, he has sealed his eyes now. There is no more he needs to see. Instead he learns with his lips: her full mouth, her long, sharp nose with flaring nostrils, eyelids that the purse of his kiss can cup and cover. Which it does, delicately. More than passion, he finds something dark and small and warm to share: a trace almost of affection.

He is bared to her, with her, within her; he is sharing himself with someone at last, at the last. He is losing himself. Loss coils at the core of him, hot and hollow; his balls seem to swell with it, ready to pour out this last offering, a last sacrament of life, past hope.

She seems touched by it, too. He hears her shuck the glove off, and then her bare hand is against his cheek—silken scales rubbing, the finely manicured claws pressing his skin as gently as his fingers grip her gown’s yellow velvet.

His climax comes, and before he loses himself utterly in the pleasure that wrings him, wracks him, turns his mind in circles like cosmic orbit, but cannot quite reach the chill at his heart—before this comes, he showers as many kisses as he can on her uncountable eyelids.

And the twin suns sink beneath the far shore of Lake Hali for a very long night indeed.

T.C. Mill is a freelance writer and editor in Wisconsin. Her book reviews and fiction updates can be found at TC-Mill.com.

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