Special Guest: Annabeth Leong

Extreme Loveliness

by Annabeth Leong

Thanks so much for hosting me today!

I’ve spent this week on tour for my recent release One Flesh, talking about wedding nights and virginity, and in some ways dancing around the heart of this book. While I care very much about the meaning and politics of what I’ve been saying, I wrote One Flesh for a very specific (and perhaps socially unacceptable) reason. To put it baldly, I wanted to write a story about fisting. While it’s always been a turn-on for me, it’s often considered an extreme act, and even though it’s mentioned in the story’s blurb, I find myself reluctant sometimes to admit what a central role it plays.

one_fleshOne Flesh was originally written for an anthology my publisher was planning—a book all about fisting. Not only did I think that was a hot concept, I was attracted to the way the publisher’s call for submissions talked about this act. They emphasized the deep emotion and trust involved, the preparation, and the aftercare. They talked about how the act ought to be very significant for the main characters’ relationship. I loved all that because it gets to the essence of what I find interesting and significant about writing erotica. To me, sex is a deeply transformative act. The things people do in bed reveal their deepest secrets and expose and shape who they are. So many times, sexual experiences—good and bad—leave a person forever changed. I was very interested in the power of fisting and the loveliness of the trust it involves.

I can’t really talk about this without mentioning Deborah Addington’s incredible book A Hand in the Bush: The Fine Art of Vaginal Fisting. This is in many ways an odd and quirky book. It’s written with strange exuberant language that seems to come from a different time. It also expresses deep appreciation and fascination with the female body. I don’t think anything else I’ve read has put across such an utter, unwavering love of women and womanhood, and I value that intensely.

Before reading Addington’s book, I’ll confess that I sometimes thought of fisting as if it belonged in the realm of porn. She changed that for me. After reading A Hand in the Bush, my first thought was, “I have to try that,” and my second was a more incoherent sense of the grace and awesome power of letting another human inside the body in such a deep and significant way.

So it was clear to me that my fisting story needed to be about marriage, and that’s what One Flesh is. That anthology ended up not coming together, and so you see my little novella as it stands now, a story on its own. It’s one of my favorite stories, though, because it’s been my chance to write about something I find utterly hot and emotional all at once. I know sex is like that, but too many times I’m tempted to divide the two. One Flesh is about union—between the main characters, Leticia and Rosalie, but also between the physical and emotional aspects of a relationship, which are all too often separated.


Leticia and Rosalie are planning their wedding, wanting very much to make their special day one to remember, but Rosalie has something else weighing on her mind, one more thing she wants to make as special and as memorable as the ceremony itself—their wedding night. Rosalie wants to be with Leticia in a way that neither of them had ever been with anyone else. But finding something that would be a first time for both of them turns out to be harder than expected.

As it turns out, there is one thing Leticia has wanted to do but has never trusted anyone enough to allow herself to overcome the fear of it. And it’s something that Rosalie has never done either.

The women discuss the idea of fisting as a means of connecting and forming an intimate bond with each other, one that they’ve never formed with anyone else. They’ve never loved or trusted anyone else they way the love and trust each other, and they are determined to find a way to make it work.


“I’ll call tomorrow to tell the church how many flowers we want to order,” Leticia said, sighing and folding her notebook closed. No matter how many neat lists she made with her favorite purple pen, the sheer quantity of wedding-related details was overwhelming. “Can you call the caterer back, Rosalie? I still feel like they sneaked a charge in somewhere, but I can’t get a straight answer out of them about it.”

Her fiancée smiled indulgently. “Better yet. I’ll go in person on my lunch break, and they won’t know what hit them.”

“Great.” Leticia rubbed her temples and closed her eyes. She’d wanted to go to bed early, but another evening of wedding planning had made that completely impossible. She was excited to be marrying her one true love and all, but it was easy to lose track of that when she had fourteen phone calls to make and her mother demanded an e-mailed progress report every single night. “That’s got to be enough for now.”

Leticia stole a quick glance at Rosalie. She’d changed into a cute pair of pajamas when she got home from work, the childish pattern an odd contrast with her sophisticated coppery makeup. Leticia briefly fantasized about peeling the clothing away, revealing her lover’s curves and smooth brown skin. Unfortunately, at that very same moment, she had to stifle a yawn. She was so damn sleepy. They would need to get to bed immediately if she was going to give Rosalie proper attention.

“We can’t quit planning yet,” Rosalie said. “We haven’t discussed the most important thing, and it’s coming up soon.”

Leticia groaned. She flipped her notebook open again and paged through her color-coded, highlighted lists. “We’ve talked about everything I had listed for the day, and we even went over things that have deadlines coming up in the next few days. I don’t see what we’re—”

“The wedding night,” Rosalie purred. “We haven’t discussed that at all.”

There was no mistaking the sparkle in her eyes. Leticia actually blushed, the way she had at Rosalie’s makeup counter the first time they met, when the other woman’s soft words of praise, roughened by the obvious desire in her voice, had gotten Leticia so hot and flushed it had been impossible to identify the correct shade of foundation for her skin tone. She’d been forced to come back later, not that she’d minded.

Now that she’d figured out what Rosalie was hinting at, Leticia played innocent. For all her lover’s passion, her Catholic upbringing had left her with an adorable aversion to using direct language. Leticia loved to watch Rosalie get flustered while trying to explain her naughty desires. She batted her eyelashes and focused on her notes again. “We’ve reserved our hotel room the night of. We’ve got our plane tickets to Puerto Rico for the honeymoon a couple days after that. Everything appears to be in order.”

“The wedding night,” Rosalie said, apparently oblivious to Leticia’s teasing. She rolled her hands through the air, one over the other, the gesture an invitation to take the word “night” and run with it. “The whole reason I wanted an afternoon wedding was so we could have plenty of time together. Afterward. In the hotel.”

“You mean to take a good, long nap? I’m sure we’ll be tired after dealing with all the guests, and coming down from pre-wedding nerves, too.” Leticia couldn’t resist continuing the act.

“Not a nap. But I am talking about what we might do in bed.”

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Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors—dark, romantic, kinky, vanilla, straight, lesbian, bi, and menage. Her lesbian stories have appeared in the Lambda Literary Award-nominated Lesbian Cops, Circlet Press’s love-spell anthology Like Hearts Enchanted, Lovecraftian erotica book Whispers In Darkness, and others. When not writing erotica, she is frequently reading it. She has lived in six states in various parts of the United States, and traveled to most of the others. Annabeth believes passionately in freedom of speech, rights for people of all sexual orientations, and the need for compassionate religion. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking, and excellent bass lines.


Paige Tyler: Friday Friend

Today, our Friday Friend is Author Paige Tyler. She is the author of Two Cops, a Girl and a Pair of Handcuffs, one of a number of best seller’s she has written. This was origonally posted on April 1, 2012 at the old blog.

A warm welcome to our guest today, Paige Tyler. Paige is the author of several books that you’ll want to check out. Thanks for being with us, and I can’t wait to see what you have to say about Sadie and Her Cowboy. Yippee Ki ii a.
I have a book  that I’m so excited about! It’s a cowboy erotic romance set in the old west called SADIE AND HER COWBOY!
I got the idea for the book when I was browsing the internet and came across a website about cattle drives back in the old west. In and of itself, not a very romantic topic, I admit, but it was cool reading about all the different jobs the people did and who was responsible for what. When I saw the old sepia photos of the cowboys back then, I didn’t see a hot, hunky one among them. I decided the cowboy in my book must have been taking the photo because he’s both hot and hunky! LOL!Obviously, I couldn’t write a whole book about a cattle drive! Where’s the romance in that? But the cattle drive did give me a good idea – a woman owns a ranch and needs a hired gun to keep a local cattle baron from stealing it out from under her.See, Sadie had to take over the ranch when her father was killed in a stampede. Now the vultures are descending, sure she won’t have the stomach to do what’s necessary to save her ranch.

But she’s tougher than anyone thinks – tough enough to bring in Jake Wagner, a man with a gun and reputation. Not to mention gorgeous. I needed to get some conflict going – just to make it more interesting – so as you can imagine, Sadie and Jake butt heads right from the moment she hires him. Of course, that leads to some spankings (and bondage!), which in turns lead to some very hot sex!

Happy Reading!


Sadie and Her Cowboy by Paige TylerWhen a ruthless cattle baron is determined to do anything to get his hands on Sadie Buchanan’s ranch, including running off her ranch hands and killing her cattle, she hires the infamous gunslinger Jake Wagner to protect her property.

Despite the fact that they butt heads right from the start, Sadie is helplessly drawn to the ruggedly handsome cowboy, even when he warms her bottom repeatedly for her willful and sometimes reckless behavior.

But all the cards are put on the table when Sadie bets the cattle baron that she, Jake and her small band of cowpokes can get more cattle to market than anyone in their right mind would attempt.

It’s all or nothing for Sadie, her ranch and the dangerous cowboy she’s fallen for hard.


Jake was at the bar when Sadie walked in, a drink in his hand and a heavily made-up saloon girl on either side of him. The man was so interested in whatever the more buxom of the two women was whispering in his ear he didn’t notice Sadie march across the room to stand in front of him. She wrinkled her nose. Good gracious, he reeked of whiskey even from this distance.

The chatter in the saloon all but ceased. Even the piano player had stopped tinkling the keys.

The saloon girl who wasn’t attached to his ear gave her a haughty look. She had curly, dark hair and a beauty mark painted on her cheek. “Can we help you?”

Sadie folded her arms and returned the woman’s superior gaze with one of her own. “As a matter of fact, yes. You can start by taking your hands off him.”

She was surprised Jake heard her over the sweet nothings the big-breasted strumpet was cooing in his ear, but he jerked his head up at the sound of her voice.

The dark-haired saloon girl lifted a brow. “And who are you to tell us what to do? His wife?”

Sadie wanted to laugh. She’d rather end up a spinster than marry a no-good, drunken lout like Jake Wagner. “I’m his employer.”

Both women looked confused at that. Which was rather surprising. Sadie thought for sure everyone in town would know she’d hired a new foreman. If they hadn’t before, they would after this.

She glared at Jake. “I didn’t pay you all that money in advance so you could come to the saloon and drink it all, you know.”

The good-for-nothing man had the nerve to flash her a grin that was both infuriating and heart-stopping at the same time. “Now, don’t go getting your pantaloons in a bunch, Miss Sadie. I didn’t spend all the money on whiskey.”

His words were only slightly slurred, which was rather amazing considering how much he’d probably drunk. She clenched her jaw. “I didn’t pay you all that money so you could some here and spend it on saloon girls, either. I expect more from my foreman.”

Jake regarded her lazily. “Why don’t you get along back to that ranch of yours and do what you do best, and I’ll stay here and do what I do best?”

She clenched her hands into fists to keep from slapping that smug face of his. “And what exactly do you do best, Mr. Wagner? Get drunk?”

The saloon erupted into laughter around them. Sadie was glad someone was amused.

“I’m not drunk,” he said.

She let out a snort. “Oh, please! You’re as drunk as a fiddler’s clerk.”

That earned her more laughs from the saloon’s patrons.

Jake pushed himself away from the bar. Sadie hadn’t realized how tall he was when he’d been sprawled out in the chair in front of her desk, but he positively towered over her. It was all she could do not to take a step back when he bent his head and put his mouth to her ear.

“Stop this right now and go back to the ranch like I told you.”

If Sadie had been paying attention, she would have realized his words weren’t slurred like before, but his nearness—combined with the feel of his warm breath on cheek—made it difficult to concentrate. Annoyed with herself for being so weak, she stepped back to give him a fierce look.

“I don’t take orders from you, Mr. Wagner. You take them from me,” she told him coldly. “Is that clear?”

Jake regarded her, his eyes locked with hers in a battle of wills, but Sadie wasn’t about to waiver.

“Looks like the little lady put you in yer place, but good,” a man laughed from the other side of the room.

The rest of the saloon must have thought it was just as funny. There were chortles and guffaws all around. Jake didn’t appear to think it was amusing at all, and if Sadie was smart, she would have stopped there. But pride and anger wouldn’t let her.“Pay your bar tab if you have one, Mr. Wagner, because we’re leaving. You’re coming back to the ranch with me.”Sadie didn’t wait to see if her new foreman followed, but turned and started for the door. She barely made it two steps before a strong hand caught her arm. She whirled around to see Jake glowering down at her.

“I’ll go with you, but when we get back to the ranch, you and I are going to have a talk,” he growled.

Sadie jerked her arm free of his grasp. Which was probably something she couldn’t have done if he hadn’t let her. She spun on her heel and headed for the door again. Jake stumbled after her. How could he seem stone-cold sober one minute, and drunk as a skunk the next?

“I don’t know why I let Ned talk me into hiring you,” she muttered as she led the way to the stable where she’d left the wagon. The sun was low in the sky now, bathing the street in shadows. “Who ever heard of a gunslinger managing a ranch anyway? You’re nothing but an outlaw who will work for anyone who pays your outrageous fee.”

She was in the stable before she realized Jake hadn’t made a single comment during her entire rant. The drunken lout had probably passed out in the street. Mouth tight, she spun around, prepared to drag him the rest of the way, only to stop short when she saw him standing behind her, arms folded across his broad chest, a scowl on his handsome face.

“Are you finished?” he asked.

Her brow furrowed. “How do you do that? Sound drunk one minute, and sober as I am the next?”

“I told you before. I’m not drunk.”

“Really? Then why do you smell like you just took a bath in a tub of whiskey?”

“Because I doused myself in the stuff before I went into the saloon.”

She frowned again. “Why would you do that?”“So I could get the townsfolk to talk to me.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “They won’t talk to a stranger, but they’ll sure as hell talk to a drunk.”Sadie considered the logic of that. She supposed what he said made sense. That didn’t mean she wasn’t still upset with him. “Well, you could have told me, you know.”

“I did. I told you to go back to the ranch.”

“I meant before I went in there and made a fool of myself.”

Jake snorted. “I didn’t know you were going to follow me. I expected you to be at the ranch doing woman’s work.”

Sadie’s eyes narrowed. “Woman’s work? You mean like sewing quilts and washing clothes?”


Chauvinist pig. “Because those are the only things a woman can do, right?” She tried to rein in her temper, but it was quickly nearing its boiling point again. “I’ll have you know I’ve been doing a lot more than sewing quilts and washing clothes out at the ranch since my father died, Mr. Wagner.”

“Maybe that’s why you’re in the predicament you’re in.”

The words cut Sadie more deeply than she wanted to admit, maybe because she’d often wondered if she was partly to blame for making the ranch such an easy target. But she’d be damned if she was going to let a gunslinger like Jake Wagner take her to task for it. Before she even realized what she was doing, she lifted her hand and slapped him hard across the face.

The sound of it echoed in the stable, but Sadie barely heard it. Instead, she stood there, shocked by what she’d just done. She’d never hit anyone in her life.

There was no way Jake could have expected her to slap him, and yet he didn’t seem surprised by her show of violence. He did look angry, though. His jaw was clenched so tightly she thought it might crack.
She’d never been one to run from a fight, but the strange glint in his eye made her think it was time to make her escape. Mumbling something about wanting to get back to the ranch before it got dark, Sadie started to back away, but Jake caught her wrist. Without a word, he strode across the enclosure, dragging her with him. The fury she’d felt earlier gave way to fear.“Wh-what are you doing?” she stammered.He stopped and turned to face her. “Doing what someone should have done a long time ago.”

Sadie opened her mouth to ask him what in tarnation he was talking about, but all that came out was an “oomph,” as he sat down on a bale of hay and threw her over his knee.

“What—?” she began, but the rest of her words ended in a startled gasp as Jake’s hand came down on her upturned bottom.

The barbarian was spanking her!

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Accepting Guest Bloggers

guest bloggers welcomeWe are accepting Guest Bloggers at Heaven’s Garden Productions. If you are interested, please read the guidelines for contact information and what is expected of all guest bloggers.

We welcome guest bloggers of just about any genre. (No Children’s/Middle Grade please). Most topics are accepted, just make sure your topic is legal. (Nothing promoting drug use, incest, etc…)

It is important that all guest blog posts are properly edited by the author of said post. I will also do a cursory check, but it’s up to the guest blogger to have it be the best post possible.

Thursday’s and Saturdays are open to all guest bloggers. Other days at this point are up closed. First come, first served. I’ll keep a list of who will guest blog on what days so we can all keep track. Please give both your first choice for day and second choice. This will make it simpler for both of us, as I won’t need to try to find out what other day may work for you.

Dariel Raye: Guest Blogger

I told you she’d be back! And HOW! She’s got a great post for us about characterization that follows some of the psychological temperaments and personality traits. Very interesting. Without further ado, HERE’S DARIEL!

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One Of My Favorite Recipes For Building “Real” Characters: An Introduction

Ask nearly any avid reader what makes a great story, and they’ll tell you – believable, mufti-faceted, three-dimensional characters. They might not use those same terms, but the meaning is the same. One of the most magical things about great books is, as I like to say, “they take you there.” It’s as if you’re right there in the thick of the action, living vicariously through the characters. When you find yourself openly talking to them, even arguing with them, and you know you’re relatively sane (really. I am. I’ve been tested), that’s a great character!

So, how do we create great characters? I’m glad you asked  I’ve always been a rather colorful character myself, and when I added a master’s in Psychology to the mix, my recipe was in the works because it gave me legitimate, as we like to say here in the South, bonafide tools. Today, I’ll share the “Type Sorter” recipe with you. It comes from years of administering personality tests.

According to Keirsey, there are Four temperaments, splitting into four “branches,” if you will, creating 16 basic personality types. Now, as with any “type,” there is infinite variance. The type simply means these people have certain tendencies in common. Consider this a framework to which you can add personal quirks, fears, and peculiarities to make your characters as unique as we all are.

So here we go. The four temperaments are: Guardians, Artisans, Idealists, and Rationals. Each of these four temperaments has four branches, each of which has its own distinct characteristics as well. Guardians: supervisors, inspectors, providers, and protectors. The titles tell you quite a bit, but generally speaking, people with this personality type are dependable, hard-working, helpful, loyal, stabilizing, dutiful yet cautious, humble, somewhat focused on tradition, seek security by joining groups (or relationships), and dream of meting out justice.

Artisan branches are: Promoters, Crafters, Performers, and Composers. These are fun-loving, optimistic people who are focused on the here and now. They pride themselves on being unconventional, bold, and spontaneous. They seek playful mates. They are excitable, impulsive, seek stimulation, and prize their freedom. This is the perfect place to interject an easy way to direct conflict through characterization. Imagine a freedom-loving, stimulation-seeking Artisan-type in a budding relationship with a dutiful, relationship-oriented, traditional Guardian-type. Do you need much more conflict than that? And it’s natural, simply based on seemingly “irreconcilable” differences – of course, they say opposites attract!

Idealists are: Teachers, Counselors, Champions (heroes?), and Healers. They are enthusiastic, intuitive, romantic, self-actualizing, prize meaningful relationships, and seek to attain wisdom. They pride themselves on being kindhearted, loving, and authentic. They tend to be giving, relatively trusting, spiritual, and they focus on developing human potential. Think, Ghandi, Princess Diana, Oprah Winfrey.

Last, but certainly not least because this is my personal temperament group – Rationals are: Field marshals, Masterminds (LOL – is that a real characteristic?), Inventors, and Architects. Rationals are pragmatic, skeptical, self-contained, focused on problem-solving and systems analysis (not just computer systems, but how things work together in general). They pride themselves on being ingenious, independent, and strong-willed. Reasonable if a bit chilly as mates, these people are generally even-tempered, trust logic, yearn for achievement, seek knowledge, and dream of understanding how things and people work.

Now, you have the basic framework, the four temperaments, each with four branches, giving us 16 “types” with which to work. Keep in mind that each of these temperaments has tendencies toward particular positives and negatives. Nothing makes a character more pronounced, be it villain or hero, than taking those positives or negatives to the extreme, or throwing a quirk in the mix by giving your character qualities that constantly conflict with his/her basic make up. For example, who wouldn’t want an Idealist by his/her side? Yet…personally, I don’t find the Idealist sexy unless he has a gruff exterior and saves the idealism for me –like opening a delicious package the rest of the world doesn’t know about. Yummy!

Play with it – imagine a Guardian forced to live as a loner most of his life, or he’s been hurt to the point of choosing to live as a loner. Those natural tendencies appeared to have atrophied (on the surface), and you have a Guardian who is petrified of close relationships. Although he’s no less a Guardian despite his situation, he doesn’t realize what he’s capable of until he develops feelings for a special woman. That’s a conflict and a romance in the making. Now, imagine a Rational thrown into an unavoidable relationship with a passionate Idealist. Although the Rational keeps thinking her feelings make absolutely no sense, she can’t stop feeling drawn to this man! Again, conflict and romance in one.

As you can probably tell, I can go on and on about this, but don’t worry. I won’t. Later, I plan to write a series of articles about characterization because the subject is so vast, and this is just one of my favorites. This is plenty to get you started, and if you’re curious about your own “type,”or just want more information before I get around to posting it on my “musing” site, here’s a link to the actual test. Enjoy!

Visit Dariel’s site at http://www.pendarielraye.blogspot.com to find information about her books and music!

Thank you for being here, Dariel.

Hey readers! I took the test. I’m a Guardian (I expected that!) Whta are you? Comment below and tel us. It’ll be fun to see who is what!