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Welcome to the insane asylum. February 28, 2013

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in Princes of Air, promotions, publishing, Sable Locks, upcoming work, writing-mom.
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If you’re new to the area, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Elizabeth Schechter, and I am a writer, artist, jeweler, wife and Mom.

I write erotic romance, and have one novel out as of right now, that being the award-winning Princes of Air (honorable mention is so an award!) I also have a boatload of short stories (I have had to stop counting). You can check out my Bibliography over here.

As an artist, I worked on several pieces for the Chivalry and Sorcery role-playing game (If you check out this image, I did the sword, the pendant and the bowl). I used to exhibit at science fiction conventions, but I haven’t for quite a few years now.

I have an Etsy site, for when I’m being sparkly. Everything there is handmade, which means I don’t get nearly as much done with that as I used to, since my hands are usually on the keyboard now.

My hardest job, though, is also the most rewarding. And the one that I’m most afraid of screwing up! That’s my job as Mom. I have a very smart, very energetic little boy whose favorite thing to do when he was small and I was working was to come up behind me and say “What are you writing, Mommy?”

If you guessed that I was usually writing something he shouldn’t have been reading at that point, you have much to go on. I had to stop writing around him once he could read (at age three).

I glossed over the wife part. Happily so, for almost sixteen years. My work as a writer amuses him to no end. He’s my first reader, and my worst editor (the man is a grammarian. I love him to bits, but sometimes, the comma has to stay! That being said, my editor loves him to bits, too. He makes her job easy!)

That’s me, in a nutshell. An odd duck, a pervy fetish writer, and the last mom you ever would expect to be composing BDSM sex scenes in her head whilst on the playground with her son. I’ll be posting a few things about my writing, my other interests and my process, and capping it off next week with a Q&A about my upcoming work, House of Sable Locks, a steampunk erotic romance coming soon from Circlet Press.

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And the award goes to…. July 26, 2012

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in award-winning, Princes of Air.
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Someone else. Princes of Air took an honorable mention in the Passionate Plume tonight. Not too shabby for a first novel, I think!

Congratulations on the win to Sophie Oak and her novel Bound: A Faery Story!

The To-Do List of Silk July 2, 2012

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in 2012 plans, Princes of Air, progress, summer, Ta-da, Tales from the Arena, to-dos.
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I just finished reading that, by the by. The House of Silk by Anthony Horowitz is the first Sherlock Holmes novel authorized by the Conan Doyle Estate. A very credible job, and I enjoyed  it greatly.

So… it’s been a few months since I last updated the state of the writer. Not much is going on right now — my son is out of school, and my writing time is strictly curtailed. So, for the summer, I’m doing some fun writing (aka Sherlock fanfiction. Bringing that series to a close), and working out the outlines for Tales from the Arena and The Navigator (which I used to call Steam and Screw.)  I’m also planning on finishing From Dusk ’til Dawn, which I might need to break down and outline — a first for me, since I usually don’t outline a short piece.

Off the old list, Oh, Promise Me has found a home. Kidnapped by Pirates may have found a home . So might Sapphires and Gold. Got an agent call for Nomad’s Moon out of nowhere (two YEARS after initial query) but that went nowhere. Still waiting on a publisher who seemed interested in a seven books fantasy series (if they take it, I will be sending a thank you note to George RR Martin.)

And, the big news, Princes of Air was nominated for the Passionate Plume, a RWA award for erotic romance. I can’t be in Anaheim to see the awards ceremony, and I’m up against last year’s winner, so we’ll see what happens on the 26th. But, to celebrate, Circlet has put Princes on sale for the rest of the month — use the coupon code RAVENPRINCE over at Circlet to get a copy for half off.

So, on to the to-dos:

To Revise:

To Write:

  • The Willow Sword
  • From Dusk til Dawn
  • Sea Prince (To be written with Danielle Jones)

To Outline

  • Tales from the Arena
  • Coral Throne (sequel to Sea Prince)
  • Hidden Things (Mystere Book 1)
  • The Lady and the Sword (Mystere Book 2)
  • Ashes and Light (Mystere Book 3)
  • Tablets of Stone (Mystere Book 4)
  • Rainbow Wars (YA)
  • Holy Orders ( Sequel to Heart’s Master)
  • The Navigator

To Sell

  • Nomad’s Moon
  • Exile’s Moon
  • Sapphires and Gold
  • Kidnapped by Pirates
  • Heart’s Master

And the good news keeps on coming! June 10, 2012

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in contest, Good news, happy-happy- joy- joy, heady praise, Princes of Air, SQUEEE, yippee.
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I found out when I opened my email this morning that Princes of Air has finaled in the Passionate Plume contest — the published contest of the Passionate Ink chapter of the Romance Writers of America!

Oh… me…

This is a big deal for me. Not only is this contest judging the best of published erotica in the RWA… but Princes didn’t even make the cut last year, when I entered it as an unpublished manuscript in the Stroke of Midnight (the Passionate Ink unpublished contest).

Do I care if I win? I don’t think so. Finalling is a big enough deal for me! I’ll find out the end of July, though. (Now I really do wish I could go to Nationals! Can’t afford the trip to Anaheim, though.)

Addendum to that last posting June 8, 2012

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in Princes of Air.
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About a month ago, I heard from Circlet that Nobilis Reed, of the Nobilis Erotica podcast, was going to do an excerpt of Princes of Air sometime on the next month of so. They’d tell me when it went live.

It went live last week. (Oops!)

I have never heard my own words read by someone else. It is the most EXTRAORDINARY feeling! And he does a magnificent job of it.


A new interview May 3, 2012

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in author chat, Princes of Air.
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Thanks so much to Blak Rayne for inviting me in  to chat!

Open Letter to the reviewer for JERR February 26, 2012

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in I-can-be-an-idiot, Princes of Air, reviews.
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Thank you for the lovely review. I just wanted to say that you are ABSOLUTELY right when you pointed out the one failing of the book.  There should have been a pronunciation guide. I swear, when I saw your review, there was a serious Homer Simpson moment — “D’OH!”

Of COURSE there should have been one, and I feel like a right idiot for not including it. If/when Princes of Air comes out in a print edition, I will make sure that there is a pronunciation guide included. I apologize for not thinking of it.


A new POA review! (spoilery) February 7, 2012

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in Princes of Air, reviews, SQUEEE.
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A new review for Princes of Air, from Just Erotic Romance Reviews! (It is not up on their site yet — I saw it in the newsletter. I’ll link to it once it goes live).

The review is a little spoilery, but here’s the meat of it:

Princes of Air draws deeply on Irish legend to create an interlocking web of stories full of romance and danger. The stories
are each told by Niall, Diarmud, and Petran. Having sex described from a man’s point of view is surprisingly arousing!
Each of these stories contributes to a mythic tale, ensnaring the reader from the first page. The characters are believable,
heroic, and engaging. Elizabeth Schechter has crafted an epic tale of love, loss, battle, and happy endings. My only
complaint is the lack of an Irish pronunciation guide. Princes of Air earns a heartfelt recommendation and a place in my
“special treasures” pile.


(If you want to download the newsletter (the review is pages 36-37), here it is! JERR Newsletter Issue 189 – 02-05-12

LJ Chat, Day four, post three November 21, 2011

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in author chat, Princes of Air.
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Originally posted 11/20/2011 at the Circlet Press Livejournal. Due to the graphic nature of this post, please follow the link!

LJ Chat. Day four, post two November 21, 2011

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in author chat, Princes of Air.
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Originally posted 11/20/2011 at the Circlet Press livejournal


Not quite sure what’s happening, or why Princes isn’t up for sale yet. Once it goes up, I’m sure you all will hear me squeeing. 😉

Now, everyone remember Turlach from yesterday’s excerpt? He was not originally going to show up in the third part. He was supposed to die, and there was supposed to be another love interest for Petran, another male character in the second section… who ended up dying. Turlach, wily little fox that he is,survived to win the man.

But he has to work for it. For reasons that I am not going to go into right now because it would be a huge spoiler. Petran has been fighting the mate-bond he feels for Turlach. This scene is where he gives in. One small spoiler in here.

Oh, and as a note:  Petran’s song to Turlach is adapted from two songs found in the book The Love Songs of Connacht, collected and translated by Douglas Hyde, and published in 1904.


“I understand now. Except for where I don’t.” He looked at me quizzically. “Petran, we’re bonded already. Even if you decide to never seal the bond between us, it’s too late. We’re mated. I know it. You know it. How does denying it protect you at all? If something happens to me, the bond is still going to be severed.” My jaw dropped, and I realized just how right he was, and just how stupid I had been. Turlach laughed at the look on my face, then leaned over and kissed me gently before saying, “Petran-my-love, you’re an idiot.”

I stared at him in shock, and his lips twitched. A moment later, we were roaring with laughter, great whooping gales of mirth that cut off abruptly when Turlach kissed me, pushing me backwards onto the bed. He straddled me, catching my wrists in his hands and forcing them over my head, pinning me to the bed. I didn’t struggle, even though I could have overpowered Turlach easily. Instead I let him take control, losing myself in his touch and in the taste of his mouth, as sweet and as tart
as good cider. His tongue caressed mine and I moaned against his mouth.

“Turlach?” I heard Diarmuid’s voice and felt Turlach stiffen in surprise. He rolled off of me and sat up, letting me rise so that I could see my brother in the doorway, his eyes wide.

A Ri?” Turlach said slowly, his face crimson. He glanced sidelong at me and tried not to smile.

“I… ah…” Diarmuid started, then shook his head and grinned. “I came to tell you that we heard from Dun-Righ. Your father is fine. He sends his regards.”

Turlach let out a long breath and slumped slightly; I reached out and squeezed his shoulder. He smiled his thanks at me and then turned to Diarmuid. “Thank you, A Ri.”

“You’d best start calling me by my name, I think,” Diarmuid answered. He gestured at the two of us. “I’m glad to see that you two have… settled your differences,” he said, smiling. He left, and I leaned back on my elbows and laughed. Turlach lay down next to me, pressing up against my side and draping one arm over my midsection.

“I’m glad, too,” he said. “Shall we continue to settle our differences?”

“Not here,” I answered, rolling towards him and kissing him quickly. “My house.”

“Why there?” Turlach asked, getting up and helping me to my feet.

I slung my arm over his shoulders and steered his towards the door. “Because my bed is bigger,” I answered. “And because my harp is there.”

“Your harp?” Turlach stopped and looked up at me. “You’re going to play for me?”

“If you’d like that,” I said, tugging him along with me. “You get to decide if you want it first or after.”

“Oh, such decisions!” Turlach laughed as we walked. Inside my house, I let Turlach make himself comfortable while I took my cloak off and laid  it aside, then took my harp from its box. As I lifted the harp, the dried flower fell out onto the floor; Turlach stooped and picked it up and handed it back to me.

“Is that the rose I put in there?” he asked, sounding surprised. I smiled and nodded, sitting down with my harp in my lap. It had been a long time since I’d played, and it took me longer than I’d thought to tune it to my satisfaction. When I looked up, I was surprised to see Turlach stretched out on my bed, completely naked. He smiled and stretched like a cat, posing for me.

“What’s this, then?” I asked, leering at him.

“I thought it would save time,” he answered, visibly preening under my gaze.

“It’s distracting.”

“I could put my trews back on,” he offered.

“No. It’s also inspiring,” I ran my fingers over the harp-strings, just barely touching them with my nails, thinking about Turlach, about what I felt for him, what we could have together. The words rose up within me, struggling to be free. I smiled and started to play:

Oh, love of my love, do not hate me,
For love, I am aching for thee;
And my love for my love I’ll forsake not,
O love, till I fade like a tree.
Since I gave thee my love I am failing,
My love, wilt thou aid me to flee?
And my love, O my love, if thou take not–
No love for my dear love from me.
O dear love, take my love,
Love of my heart, thy love,
Love without fear or failing;
Love that knows not death,
Love that grows with breath,
Love that must shortly slay me;
Love that heeds not wealth,
Love that breeds in stealth,
Love that leaves me sorrowing daily;
Love from my heart is thine, and such a love is mine
Is found not twice–but found, is unfailing.

I finished, rested my hand over the harp-strings to dampen the sound, and looked up to see Turlach staring at me, slack-jawed. I blinked in surprise and set my harp aside. “Turlach?”

“That… that was beautiful,” he whispered. “All for me?”

I stood up and crossed to the bed, sitting down and pulling him to me, whispering into his ear, “All for you. Always for you. I’m sorry, a shiorghra.“

The endearment made him smile, “Forever? I like the sound of that.”

I nodded. “It will be forever. When you become my mate, you take on my immortality.”

His eyes widened, “Immortal. But…?”

“We can be killed, but we stop aging at some point. I think at about forty or so. Diarmuid hasn’t really changed much in the past few years,” I answered. “Now, is forever acceptable to you? You won’t get tired of being married to an old harper?”

Turlach sputtered amusingly for a moment, then stopped and pointed at me, “You… you’re teasing me!”

“Yes. Yes, I am,” I answered, grinning.

He laughed and started tugging on the lacing of my jerkin. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Now, this is the last excerpt I’ll be posting from Princes, but there are still two more parts to The Ice Raven. There will be one more part tonight, and the conclusion tomorrow.