This week’s erotic author in the spotlight is Elizabeth Black, who shares insights about the lady behind the pen name in this fascinating feature below. A fellow cat lover, hurray! We’ve also been treated to an incredibly hot free excerpt as well as links to Elizabeth’s website and social media. Pop the kettle on and enjoy this brief glimpse into Elizabeth’s Black’s world of cats and colourful erotica.
The Cat As Muse
I consider pets to be an unusual muse. Our pets are part of our families, and they give us unconditional love. We feed them and give then a safe place to live and they repay us by doting on us, curling into our laps, and displaying cute behaviour that turns us into puddles of delighted goo. My cats have been my muses and some have even ended up in my stories. Although Alex Craig in No Restraint has no pets, I can see her with a cat. She would choose a mutt from the pound. No pedigreed purebreds that cost several hundred or even thousand dollars for Alex. Her lover in the book, Jackson Beale, is also a cat lover although he doesn’t have any.
Cats and writers seem to go together like, well, cats and writers. Probably the most famous literary cat lover is Ernest Hemingway, whose polydactyl cats are the stuff of legend. Edgar Allan Poe had trained the family cat to sleep on his wife Virginia’s chest to keep her warm since she suffered from tuberculosis. Mark Twain said “Some people scorn a cat and think it not an essential; but the Clemens tribe are not of these.”
Joyce Carol Oates described the soothing calm she feels from her cat. “I write so much because my cat sits on my lap. She purrs so I don’t want to get up. She’s so much more calming than my husband.” Science fiction writer Philip K. Dick wrote the following of his cat, Willis: “Willis, my tomcat, strides silently over the pages of that book, being important as he is, with his long golden twitching tail. Make them understand, he says to me, that animals are really that important right now. He says this, and then eats up all the food we had been warming for our baby. Some cats are far too pushy. The next thing he’ll want to do is write SF novels. I hope he does. None of them will sell.”
Neil Gaiman, Ray Bradbury, and William S. Burroughs were owned by cats. T. S. Elliot loved cats so much he wrote poems about them that were turned into an award-winning, long-running musical.
I live in Rockport, a small, coastal town on Massachusetts’s North Shore. Nearly all the cats in town look alike – white with grey spots. That pattern is called “cap and saddle”. Since so many of the local felines are somewhat identical, I get the feeling one very lucky white tom with grey spots has been having his way with the ladies. My female cat Oreo, now deceased, was a long-haired tuxedo who bore a striking resemblance to Sylvester from the old Loony Tunes cartoons. I caught her a few times with the white/grey spotted Daddycat. They were tight and he gave her three litters, all white with grey spots except for Lucky, who is a tuxedo like his mommy. Every time we’d see another white cat with grey spots, we’d say “looks like another one of Daddycat’s progeny is getting around.”
Lucky is quite a character. He’s 12 years old and often meows “get off my lawn”. Curmudgeonly critter. He steps on my laptop and renames my files for me. He gets along great with is unrelated sister Breena since he can’t stare her down. She’s blind and can’t see him but she knows perfectly well he’s there. She gets around incredibly well for a blind cat. He has a love-hate relationship with his unrelated sister, Chloe. There is a détente between them now. A truce. Cease fire. They constantly fight, maybe because Chloe is only 4 and wants to play with him all the time, which amounts to chasing him around the apartment. I separate then when she gets especially rambunctious. I also play with her so she expends all that energy. Lucky is an old man. He doesn’t tolerate that shit, and he makes his opinion very, very clear.
If I were to give Alex Craig a cat, that cat would be like Lucky – smart, obstinate, irritable, and constantly demanding petting. Lucky is a petting fiend. He loves deep tissue massages and demands them from my husband before we are allowed to sleep. He refuses to eat canned food. Only kibble for him. He’s easy to feed. Alex would try to feed him the finest canned tuna cat food, and he’d turn his little nose up at it just like he does for me, although on occasion he does eat it. It’s the only canned food he’ll eat. Otherwise, dry all the way. I like putting my cats in my stories. Makes them immortal.
Blurb and excerpt from No Restraint. Buy this book at Amazon.
Alex Craig accepts a new job at a high-end sex doll company called Babes. Babes’ dolls are high-end, expensive silicone love toys. Working at Babes is like working for a bacchanal. The company’s culture is all about decadence, enjoying the good life, exciting sex, and enticing food and drink. Alex meets Jackson Beale, one of the company’s vice-presidents. Jackson takes Alex on a new and exciting journey of carnal pleasure. He introduces her to new tactile and kinky pleasures, and she relishes her excitement. The world takes on an entirely new meaning and importance to Alex as she learns what she’s been missing in her life.
They walked hand in hand down the wooden pathway and across the bridge to the fine, warm sand. Hot sun beat down on her shoulders, making her sweat. The heat was a bit overpowering, and she wanted to swim to cool off from the sweltering weather as well as her own arousal.
The chill from the waves lapping at her feet made her jump; the water was colder than she expected it would be. Jackson took her by the hand and the two of them ran headfirst into the waves, splashing water all about them. With a flying leap, Alex plunged into the waist-deep water, shrieking as the chill shocked her. Once immersed in the water she felt cool and comfortable. She enjoyed the much-needed relief from the smoldering heat.
Alex smoothed her wet hair as Jackson approached her to wrap his arms around her waist. Holding her so tightly she couldn’t escape, he lowered his head and kissed her full on the mouth. Not expecting the embrace, she struggled to pull away from him but soon surrendered to her passion. She wrapped her arms around his back and sank into his kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she greeted him in kind, tongues dancing a duet to music only the two of them could hear. Her head spun and sparks exploded behind her eyelids as her blood rushed through her veins.
No man had ever gotten such an excited response from her from his mere kiss.
They pulled away from each other, lips unlocking, and she stared into his eyes. She couldn’t read his expression. He gazed at her with an intensity she hadn’t seen before. It was as if he wanted to see through to her very soul and possess it.
And she would let him if he insisted.
A warm breeze brushed her skin as she and Jackson walked along the beach. Bubbling surf washed over her feet, cooling her in the hot sun. They walked hand in hand as if they had been partnered for years instead of only days. Amazed at how comfortable she felt in Jackson’s presence, she strolled by his side, not talking, but only enjoying his company and the smell of the ocean surf. Her other lovers paled when compared to Jackson. He was all she ever wanted in a man – worldly, handsome, accomplished, and drop-dead sexy. He treated her with respect and gentleness; not that she expected anything less. If he had been less kindly toward her, she never would have taken up with him in the first place. She wasn’t one to believe in soulmates, but Jackson came very close to being hers.
He squeezed her hand, bringing her back to the real world. Pulling her toward him, he wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed her lightly on the lips. What started out as a gentle caress grew into a fevered embrace; fingers entwined in her hair, her hands massaging his back. She wanted to implant the memory of his body and his touch in her mind forever so she could easily remember him when he was away. Their romantic setting set her head spinning with delight. A handsome man on the beach. Her dream come true.
Elizabeth Black – Bio & Links
Elizabeth Black lives a dream life in a small home on the Massachusetts coast. She tries to go to the beach every day. When in the Zone, she writes erotic fiction, romance, dark fiction, and horror. She aims for la Dolce Vita and lives every day as if it were a feast. She shared her life with her husband, son, and three cats. She is published by Xcite Books, Cleis Press, Circlet Press, Bold Strokes Books, and other publishers. You may find her on the web in the following locations:
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