EROTICA: WRITING SEXY STUFF
with Linda Watanabe McFerrin
Sat, September 7th, 2013, 10:00 AM – 4:00 PM
Location: Book Passage, 51 Tamal Vista Boulevard, Corte Madera, CA 94925
Register here: http://bookpassage.com/event/class-linda-watanabe-mcferrin-erotica-writing-sexy-stuff
If you have trouble steaming up the page, this is the workshop for you.
Spend a day with poet, travel writer and novelist Linda Watanabe McFerrin loosening up and learning the techniques for adding spicy, sensual, and sometimes funny sizzle to your work. The class is full of quick free-writes and entertaining exercises that will have you moving from comfort zones to erogenous zones in no time.
Linda’s workshops are a starting point for many successful writers. She’s the founder of Left Coast Writers® and co-editor of the Hot Flashes: Sexy Little Stories and Poems series.
The workshop fee includes, champagne, chocolate, and copious creativity. Continue Reading »
TOO LATE by Nancy A. Reuscher
Photo courtesy of Nancy Reuscher
You should have seen me
on the couch-shaped rocks
or further down the Cape
beneath the cliffs at Sunion.
You should have smelled the sea
and seen the moonlight on the
and the pearl white cresting of the waves,
and picked olive branches with me
when I was beautiful.
—Nancy A. Reuscher Continue Reading »
Left Coast Writers® Love Stories
Saturday,January 12, 2013 || 7pm
Book Passage-Corte Madera|| 51 Tamal Vista Dr. Corte Madera ||
Join Linda Watanabe McFerrin and the Left Coast Writers® for an evening of love stories to help set the mood for Valentine’s Day. You can count on the talented writers from LCW to provide an entertaining evening full of love, lust and other appropriate emotions.
There’ll be wine an chocolate, of course, AND all who attend are invited to bring a love or lust story of 1000 words or less. Their stories will be considered for publication on the hotflashessexystsories.com website and a $100 award. You must be present to enter. Continue Reading »
SHAMELESS- SVERGOGNATO by Michele Rivers
Darkness drops early in winter but familiar winding paths lead the Signora quickly to the Piazza San Marco. Hair the color of roasted chestnuts; swept back in an elegant chignon. Cheeks flushed with exertion and the bitter chill of Venice. Dark eyes dancing with adventure and anticipation, Signora Sofia crosses the threshold.
Colored paper streamers, remnants of carnevale, twist and twirl as the Signora moves into candlelight and the glow of red tablecloths. Her radiant smile and her stature in the purple Escarda coat cause heads to turn as she threads her way between tables. She is a fusion of mystery, excitement and glamour as she settles onto a glossy blue chair at her favorite corner table.
Sofia always enjoys the efficient playfulness of Carina and Lucia, the women who expertly navigate the busy trattoria. She marvels at how many supper plates they manage to balance up their arms while joking with patrons or arguing with the chef. This evening they’re serving platters of tortellini, creamy cannelloni and lobster-stuffed ravioli. Fragrant currents swirl throughout the trattoria—oregano, basil, fennel and, momentarily, a hint of the ocean fills the air. Grilled Adriatic fish nestled on a bed of steaming blue fettuccini are presented to Signor Morelli, the bearded man in a dark gray suit. His black waistcoat can almost be heard sighing in anticipation as it stretches over his softly rounded belly. Continue Reading »
Hot Flashes: more sexy little stories and poems is having a pre-Valentine’s Day Promotion at Book Passage!
We love couplings, and in the spirit of pairs we are offering this deal:
From January 2nd to February 14th, we are having a “buy one, get one free” Hot Flashes: more sexy little stories and poems pre-Valentine’s Day Promotion at Book Passage (415-927-0960). Just let them know that you want a free copy when you purchase! Continue Reading »
DARK GREEN WATERS by Unity Barry
Eugène Manet closed his book and gazed around his wife’s well appointed boudoir. The clock on the mantle struck eleven, a late hour for him. Outside the winter rain, lashed by northern winds, slammed against the tightly secured shutters. In front of them, next to the fireplace a cheval mirror reflected Berthe’s intimate sphere, the two of them languishing on a cream-colored sofa, bathed in the amber light from a crackling fire in the grate. Lace curtains filtered the Parisian light during the day. On nights like this one, though, they shielded her from the frigid black window glass. Rosy flowered wallpaper covered the walls. His wife’s lavender perfume momentarily tantalized him, but disappeared when the ashy aroma of burning logs settled in.
Berthe lay with her head in his lap, reading from the book of poetry Édouard had given Continue Reading »
WRITING SEXY STUFF
with Linda Watanabe McFerrin
Sat, October 29, 2011, 10:00 AM – 4:00 PM
51 Tamal Vista Boulevard
Corte Madera, CA
Spend a fabulous day Writing Sexy Stuff with Hot Flashes: sexy little stories & poems editor, Linda Watanabe McFerrin.
Having trouble steaming up the page? Have a blast loosening up and learning the techniques for adding spicy, sensual, and sometimes funny sizzle to your work. The class is full of quick free-writes and entertaining exercises that will have you moving excitedly into erogenous zones in no time.
Linda is the founder of Left Coast Writers®. Her latest novel, Dead Love(www.deadlovebook.com), a global supernatural thriller and Finalist for a Bram Stoker Award for Superior Achievement in a Novel, was published by Stone Bridge Press in 2010.
To register for this workshop, go to: http://www.bookpassage.com/event/linda-watanabe-mcferrin-writing-sexy-stuff
DANTE, MAYO AND THE LIBIDINOUS FINNS by Linda Watanabe McFerrin
“Il ya des mains pareilles a des feuille capturees. Et d’autres qui parle sans arret dan leur collerette de rires.”
—Jaime Mais, Au crible de la nuit, 1948
Finland is Western Europe’s northernmost country. Further north than much of Siberia, it hangs, with Sweden, from the horn of the cold Arctic circle, one of a pair of saddlebags straddling the Gulf of Bosnia. All winter days are locked in darkness. In summer, the nights are white, the watery light leaking into dreams and slumbers.
It was June. I was traveling in Scandinavia with Lawrence. Night after night I wrestled with the flickering glare. Sleep-starved, I stumbled from smoldering midnights to shimmering noons, a somnambulist trapped in the endless river that flowed between those twin cauldrons. Lawrence moved through the marathon days with an animal zeal, feasting on big bowls of herring and sour cream, guzzling down strong aqua vitae as if it were water, as if the bleak memory of winter—of hibernation and silence—were locked within him, an unspoken warning and inescapable goad. Continue Reading »