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I have completed my first book, Liberty Mountain: No Man's Land (103,800 words).
I've never written fiction before. Truth be told, I have always wanted to do a "dirty book." One day, just for the hell of it and on a lark, I started to write. To my astonishment, folks really liked the story. So much so, I now want it to be available without the **EROTICA** tag.
To that end, I am re-writing, editing and toning down the explicitly sexual scenes so they will not be flagged by Amazon censors. Posted below is one example.
Please read and offer your thoughts.
QUESTION: Is the section hot enough to please while also being acceptable to readers of general romance and adventure?
---- From Chapter Seven ----
https://storiesonline.net/s/20838/secrets-of-liberty-mountain
As I started to prepare for my shower, Darlene wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug and a smooch almost violent in its intensity.
"I'm so damn horny, Dennis! I want you to make love to me," she said as she took my hands and pulled me next to her on the bed.
"Your wish is my command," I replied, and slowly began to kiss Darlene's face.
I tenderly stroked her eyelids and cheeks and lightly traced the point of my tongue across her welcoming lips and followed with kisses under her chin as I moved down and nibbled along the nape of her neck. I traversed the edge of her collarbone to her shoulders' rounded crest before reversing direction and gently kissed the side of her neck.
Darlene's steady breathing changed into little pants punctuated by low moans as I circled her face with affection. I slowly caressed the contours of her chest while almost, but not entirely avoiding direct contact with the hilltops. I let my fingers accidentally-on-purpose brush ever so slightly against each summit as my hands explored the slopes and the valley between.
Each time my fingers approached the tips of her desire, Darlene curved her back and tried to press herself into my hands. I refused to connect and continued to tease.
I moved to the inside of my lover's thighs as she parted her legs and allowed me space to softly caress her sensitive skin. She held her breath as my advancing fingers danced along the edge of her pleasure. She gasped and shuddered as I ventured ever deeper.
Darlene's whimper was whisper-quiet, and her body glistened with desire as her body took on a deep reddish blush. Her soft moans became steadily louder as her arousal grew in anticipation of my touch while I visited and stimulated each erogenous zone in turn.
I felt the tension building within as she trembled, and her muscles tightened in response to ever-building waves of desire.
As I slid forward in search of her special place, Darlene lifted her hips in welcome and twisted her body to meet my lips. The point of my tongue gathered her dew as I celebrated and relished every luscious drop.
The tip of my tongue acted like a magnifying glass in a beam of sunlight. I narrowed the focus of Darlene's thrill and guided each particle of delight toward the center of her joy. Women have twice as many nerve endings there as men do. I wanted every strand to be on fire with desire.
"Oh, mercy, yes! Don't, uh, Oh my God! Don't stop!" she shouted as her body started to shake and quiver.
Darlene's climax exploded in a series of spasms, her legs went stiff, and then kicked and thrashed about as she moaned, "Yes! That's it. Oh yeah!" I relaxed the pressure a tiny bit and then redoubled my efforts as I stimulated all points at the same time as each wave passed.
I knew I had finished when she moved me away. I wiped my face with my hand and scooted up and rested alongside my lover's body. I held her close to me, and we cuddled together and basked in the warm afterglow of euphoria.
Savoring Darlene's lips, I innocently inquired, "Did I make you happy?" It was a stupid question, but I loved hearing the answer. It was my report card.
"You were absolutely fantastic, Dennis, and you know it! My sweetheart, I came so many times I lost count," she said as she hugged me as tightly as she was able.
"That was only the first installment. Are you ready for part two?"
I kissed her skin in a line under her navel and whispered, "Turn over."
She eagerly obeyed. I straddled her and began to massage her bare backside and the inside of her loins. The heavenly and musky scent of lust rose from Darlene like steam. I savored the sweet/tart taste of her excitement.
I proceeded to lick and explore the pathways of desire. Each pass was a little faster than the previous one as I teased and pushed Darlene toward the brink. She suddenly arched her back and screamed, "Oh my lord! Oh, Dennis, yes!"
As she cried out, I stiffened my tongue and drove it as deep into her as far as possible. Darlene's entire body tensed in a screaming, nearly ear-splitting shriek of passion as she reached the top of her peak and kept climbing. Her contractions of bliss squeezed like a pulsating vise in one surge of ecstasy after another before she lay still.
"Christ, Darlene, do you think you can make any more fucking noise?" I scolded.
"I doubt it, but I can try," she chuckled as she tried to catch her breath.
"I had been telling my sisters what a fantastic lover you are while you were meeting with Sheila, but I don't think they believed me, so I decided to let them hear for themselves. Besides, you need all the publicity you can get," Darlene explained.
"Why would I need any advertising?" I wanted to know.
"Tonight, I think they all heard how hard you make a girl come. You now have a reputation to uphold, Mr. Talented Tongue. A few of my friends might want you to give them personal tutoring if I know them."
"And you would be okay with that?" I asked as I gave her a skeptical eye.
"Of course, I would be, just as long as you make sure your students use me for the final exam," Darlene laughed with a wink.
"Okay, okay, I'll think about it," I said as I lowered my mouth and began again. It had been a long day, but the night was still young.
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I look forward to reading your thoughts and suggestions. Send me an email or post at the end of the story. Thank you.
Write on!
Nathan
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GOOD POST:
It allows me to talk about my book :-)
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Great story. I have also worked EMP systems for the AD and will just leave at that as most are spoken about. Look forward to the next chapter of your story. -- anboyle8627
While Liberty Mountain is a work of Apocalyptic fiction (obviously), it is also an attempt to keep fantasy as true as fiction allows.
My characters each have their own back story, most of which we'll never see. I use these submerged biographies to guide me as I throw them into situations we can only imagine.
Liberty Mountain assumes a series of Carrington Event Level superstorms collide with the earth at random intervals over several days.
It is a rare, but not impossible happening. My job is to imagine the aftermath.
In addition to the loss of the grid and most micro-chips, I think the resulting fires will be a transformative event as firestorms consume cities worldwide.
According to newspaper accounts of the day, the 1859 Carrington Event produced currents so powerful, "platinum contacts were in danger of melting and "streams of fire" were pouring forth from the circuits."*
Now, imagine the impact upon our civilization such an event times two would have if it happened today. The grid would be down forever and cities would be ash. That is the world in which SkyWolf and the Sisterhood are about to enter.
*Source: https://www.history.com/news/a-perfect-solar-superstorm-the-1859-carrington-event
Knowing when to stop is sometimes as difficult as knowing where to start.
After three years, forty-five chapters, and 104,288 words my first novel is finally finished. The last two chapters will be posted to StoriesOnline.net sometime within the next forty-eight hours.
THANK YOU
Before I post the final chapters I want to extend my thanks and appreciation to the folks who have taken the time to point out errors, mistakes, misspellings, and other assorted bed-bugs.
Thank you to CoullPert, quietwatchman, zululook, Haller99, Polymath, michael77080, bohica, glpinkston, Lugh, and many others.
Special thanks and a tip of the hat to Lazeez Jiddan (Webmaster) for allowing me to share my story with so many great readers.
The next stop, after I post the final chapters of Liberty Mountain, will be to upload the final bed-bug free manuscript to Amazon.
I will be formally launching the finished book sometime in November, just in time for the holidays. I hope to adorn the back cover of the print edition with reader comments and reviews from the SoL community (hint, hint).
GOING FORWARD
Once the book has been launched I will start work on the next book in the series, "Liberty Mountain: Merchants of Knowledge."
New chapters will be posted exclusively to StoriesOnline.net until the second book is finished, at which point I will repeat the process and start the third story in the series. So on and so forth until either all books in the saga are complete or they shovel dirt in my face.
Since there are seven books in the series, and I'm seventy-one years old. Either I'll need to live longer or write faster if I'm going to finish in this lifetime. Such is life.
Check it out and share your thoughts.
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After 69,000 words the Post-Apocalyptic world has finally arrived. The shit hits the fan.
I've just returned from a family trip to Bermuda to be at my son's wedding. It was a great time except for the lack of the internet. To make up for the delay in posting new chapters, I've posted three new chapters (12,831 words). Many more will follow shortly.
Check it out:
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I've been thinking and I have a few questions. How real should fantasy be? What flavor of Apocalypse do you favor?
I've been a writer and community journalist for most of my life.
I love Science Fiction and I'm a huge fan of credible, original, and well written and well crafted Post-Apocalyptic stories of survival. The operative phrases are "credible, well written and well crafted".
Like every other writer of apocalyptic fiction, I love the genre.
I also love frisky writing. When I decided to craft my story, I chose a different vantage point from which to observe the collapse of technology, the internet, and civilization.
My story is told through the eyes of my MC, a homeless Vietnam veteran whose life changes when he accidentally stumbles upon the secret home of a cult of female preppers living off the grid for fifteen years.
The ladies of Liberty Mountain believe they, along with the knowledge they've saved, can prevent the fall of a new dark age.
My job is to create a fantasy as real and as credible as reason allows. Each word, and every thought, and deed must ring with truth. All must be within the arena of plausibility.
Too many of the books out there tend to center around prepper-super-heroes armed to the teeth with enough weapons in their private arsenal to fight World War III single handedly.
The assumption being that everyone left alive, except for a few, has turned zombie. Mobs roam the streets with an unquenchable thirst to murder you and steal all that you own. Murder and mayhem rule the land.
In the days of the lawless West, the lives of murdering bandits did not end well. Does anyone seriously believe things would be different after TSHTF?
Communities and people will band together to defend themselves and to survive.
While this may make for an enthralling tale, I don't believe it is very realistic. I suspect the transformation from what we are today to what we will become will be much more subtle and nuanced.
There is no doubt such an event would profoundly change our culture and society. I don't find credible, the typical (and predictable) storyline of the shit hitting the fan followed minutes or hours later by the total collapse of society with barbarians ruling the streets. Seriously? Look at history. It doesn't happen that way, at least not in reality.
The plagues which flourished in the middle ages wiped out 1/3 of the population of Europe They were among the most devastating pandemics in human history, killing between 75 to 200 million people.
Nonetheless, society did not crumble, folks did not become barbarians. People and civilization survived, changed and did the best they could with what they had.
The Irish Famine killed or displaced a quarter of the population (1 million died and another 1.5 million people emigrated to other lands, including America.
I seriously doubt that people today are less resilient or more flawed than our ancestors. A series of catastrophic events such as the CMEs depicted in my book would most assuredly be devastating, but not likely in the way portrayed by most Apocalyptic writers. At least that is my premise.
Since it's all speculative fiction, I could be as right or wrong about future events as the next person.
Secrets of Liberty Mountain: Yesterday's Tomorrow*
103,800 Words/45 Chapters
Please read and review.
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*A.K.A., Secrets of Liberty Mountain: No Man's Land
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