“The Smell Of Gas” Virtual Book Tour

“A few of my favorite hot sex stories” Guest Post by Erin O’Riordan

Thank you, Frank and Hannah, for allowing me space on your cool blog. I think I first stumbled across it through Facebook’s NetworkedBlogs page, and I’ve been a follower ever since. I want to share an excerpt from my erotic crime thriller, The Smell of Gas, published in April 2011 by Melange Books. First, though, I want to share some of my favorite erotic fiction with your readers:

1. Surrender of Persephone by Selena Kitt. Anything Selena Kitt writes will rawk your sawks, and I’ve been lucky enough to have some of my short stories featured in anthologies with her. My favorite of Selena’s novels is a BDSM exploration of an ancient Greek myth. I didn’t think I was going to like male dominance-female submission, but this book changed my mind completely.

2. “Hysteria” by Rushmore Judd. Set in 1890, the fictional story is based on fact. In the Victorian era, vibrators were medical devices. Women made appointments to see their (always male) doctors for vibrator treatments that induced orgasms. Rush is gifted with a fertile and wonderfully shameless imagination. This story is very sex-positive. All the participants are willing and joyful, despite the restrictive Victorian atmosphere.

3. Shameless by Helens. As you will quickly discover if you read my blog, I have a completely shameless celeb crush on Christian Bale. As in, I want to tear off all his clothes with my teeth. I boiled over like a tea kettle reading this Internet novel. “Helens” writes RPF: real person fiction. She puts real people in imaginary circumstances. She’s created an entire fictional world in which indentured servitude is legal, and men and women voluntarily place themselves as, essentially, sex slaves for rich owners. It reminds me of A.N. Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty series…except the female characters are few and far between, and all the sex takes place between guys. In Shameless, which is available totally free online for anyone to read, the real people in this world of indentured servitude include Sean Bean, who volunteers himself to be a slave, and Christian Bale. The real Christian Bale is moody, to put it lightly. Helens does great things with her fictional Bale. First, she gives him a steady boyfriend, Bill Fichtner (who starred with Bale and Bean in Equilibrium), with whom he can get out his aggressions and frustrations in a constructive way. Second, she gives him this trainer job, which suits his aggressive personality to a T.

I’m a pansexual reader and writer. My sexual preference is for consenting adults over the age of 18, in any combination of genders. The Smell of Gas features straight and lesbian pairings. An excerpt:

Brigid pulled Fred to her, kissing her fiercely. She pulled Fred’s t-shirt over Fred’s head and unhooked her bra. She kissed Fred’s breasts, working her tongue around Fred’s nipple.

“So you like pain?” Brigid took Fred’s hard, pink nipple between her teeth and bit gently. “Do you like that?”

Fred moaned. Her long, pale fingers helped Brigid out of her shirt. She traced the path down Brigid’s belly and into the waistband of Brigid’s jeans. Brigid gave Fred’s breast one final, lingering kiss before rolling out from underneath Fred. She stood and took her clothes off. Brigid sat down on the bed and helped Fred take her skirt off.

They kissed, tongues working furiously against each other. Brigid teased Fred’s nipples, sucking and biting them mercilessly. “Stop,” Fred pleaded. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll be the judge of how much you can take.” Brigid laid Fred on her back, gently pushing Fred’s legs apart. Her kisses started at Fred’s breasts and worked their way down her slim, pale belly. Her fingers played with Fred’s dark pubic hair. Her tongue explored the inside of Fred’s thighs.

The sound of someone pounding feverishly on the bedroom door exploded in their ears. “You bitches can’t stay in there all day!” Leander screamed from the hall. “Whichever one of you took my shit is gonna get her ass kicked!”

“Go to hell!” Fred screamed back. To Brigid she said, “Don’t worry. He doesn’t have the patience to wait for us to come out. He’ll get bored and go to bed. Now, where were we?”

Brigid giggled. “I believe I was about to eat your pussy.”

The Smell of Gas Official Book Blurb: Love pulp fiction? Just try putting down The Smell of Gas. TSOG is full of saints and sinners you’ll love to hate. There’s Brigid, the high school basketball player and secret heroin addict. Fred, a Catholic lesbian teen, loves Brigid, but doesn’t know about her affair with Edward, a married Evangelical preacher. Sex, ethics, religions and mythologies clash as you dig deeper into their connection to the death of a young couple.

About Erin O’Riordan: Erin O’Riordan lives in the Midwestern United States with her husband and co-author Tit Elingtin.  Her erotic stories, essays, and film reviews have been published in numerous magazines, including Playgirl and Hustler Fantasies, and websites including TheEroticWoman, OystersAndChocolate and SexIs.


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