Me and Jenna Jameson

What do we have in common? (Aside from the obvious, lol.)

We're both, apparently, X rated.

That's right. It looks like the second book Anna J. Evans and I cowrote together, Demon's Triad, is going to get an X rating from Ellora's Cave. Because we are just. That. Baaaad.

EC has several thousand titles, I believe. Less than twenty are X rated.

This is EC's sex rating system (taken from EC's web site and of course, copyright Ellora's Cave):

Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica® reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-rotic), and X (X-treme).

S-ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.

E-rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall word count. E-rated titles might contain material that some readers find objectionable—in other words, almost anything goes, sexually. E-rated titles are the most graphic titles we carry in terms of both sexual language and descriptiveness in these works of literature.

X-treme titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Stories designated with the letter X tend to contain difficult or controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.

Now I don't know for sure we'll get the X, but our lovely editor seems pretty certain.

Why? Well...to explain reveals a pretty major plot point. Let's just say that Anna and I debated it, realized the book wouldn't work any other way, our editor agrees, and so there are some strong moments in the book and one scene which is very, well, strong.

The book won't be released anytime soon, unfortunately, because of scheduling. Look for it early next year, and of course I'll keep you posted.


I'm doing Friday notes today because tomorrow I'm going to be urging you all to rush out and buy Jackie Kessler's Hells' Belles.

So. Looks like I will not be calling my next demon book The Demon You Know, because mean old Christine Warren has a book coming out with that title. Down with Christine! Title stealer.

(For the record, I think Christine Warren rocks. Her Fantasy Fix was the very first book I ever bought from EC, and I thought it was the most amazing book ever. I still re-read it, too.)

What else? Oh. Okay, this guy is a fucking dildo. You have TB, and your doctors advise you not to go on your honeymoon, but you go anyway. Then, you find out you have a very rare strain of TB, and are ordered into quarantine, but decide that's just not fun enough, so you hop on a couple more flights and endanger the lives of hundreds of people so you can sneak back into the US. Then, you complain about the armed guards outside your room because you don't think they're necessary.

And all of that because you claim you were afraid you wouldn't have been given treatment if you'd gone to quarantine in Rome like you were told to. What did you think, they were going to throw you in a dungeon or something? Dude, you're an attorney and a US citizen, you can't tell me you honestly believed you were going to be allowed to rot in some sort of thrid-world disease gulag. (Which, btw, it's not like in Italian hospitals they're still putting mustard plasters and dirty bandages on open wounds, you know. They do have real medicine there, you asshole.)

I think he should be charged with attempted murder. At the very least, reckless endangerment. Fuckwad.

Is that it? I guess so. Oh, and I'm blogging at livejournal now too, copying posts there.