Wednesday, September 22, 2010

The Business of Pleasure

Yeah, you heard that right. See that title, there? That's the actual title of Justine Elyot's latest book. And I mean, that title alone makes you want to eat it, doesn't it? But then pair that title with the name Justine Elyot, and you've got a feast for the senses, an erotic delight, a masterpiece of dirty deeds and domination and all the usual wonders Justine is so good at making cool for little beta-guy-loving me.

But okay. Maybe you're not convinced yet. Maybe you need a little more persuasion. How about this?



KAPOW!

Check out that cover. That's right. How hot is that? I'll tell you how hot. Awesomely hot. The Business of Pleasure doesn't just get orsumly, either. It gets the full works, the proper word: AWESOMELY.

What's that you say? You're still not convinced to go out and buy this delicious treat? First off: what's wrong with you? Second off:

If one call could set you on a trail to the heart of your darkest fantasy, would you make it? Charlotte does, and her bold decision propels her into a world where no desire is too outrageous, decadent or extravagant to be satisfied - for a price. Her own fantasy life merges with reality when she is hired to work for the shadowy organisation she first encountered as a client. She organises an array of wild set pieces involving banquets, film productions, mansions full of pleasure slaves, as well as thoroughly researching those requests that chime with her own kinky tastes. Two men, one woman, and every sexual fantasy imaginable - these are the ingredients that make up the business of pleasure.

BLAMMO!

Mega hot synopsis.*

And if you're still not convinced, then I can only imagine you're thinking...yeeeaaah. Justine Elyot? She's, like, Charlotte's bezzie mate, isn't she? No wonder she's pimping her book! They probably passed brown parcels, under the table! They probably snog, on Wednesdays.

Well I tell you what- we do not snog on Wednesdays. Tuesdays, maybe. Never Wednesdays. And even if we did snog on every single day of the week, I should also inform you: I didn't become Justine's friend because we met at a swanky soiree, where we drank canapes and ate wine and told each other we'd conspire to take over the world.

Oh no no. For a start, I've never been to a swanky soiree. There aren't any swanky soirees, in an erotic author's life, sad to say. Instead, I read her story in the anthology Liaisons. And I thought- hello hello hello. What's all this then? Because apparently it was so good, it briefly turned me into a police officer.

And then I searched out her blog, because I'm a creeping creeper and when I like someone's work, I damn well tell them. I thought she was a fresh new voice at my much beloved Black Lace towers, and I wanted to tell her so. Because you should always tells someone so. Other authors aren't your competition. They're writers who make the world brighter by being in it.

So I told her stuff like that, and to my delight she didn't think I was a creeping creeper, and she told me she too was going to have a collection out with Black Lace, and from then on we became friends. We weathered Black Lace closing, together. We've had massive ups and huge downs. We walked the road to nowheresville side by side.

And we came out on the other end.

But none of that weathering is the reason why I'll write a post like this. I write it because I was a reader, first, when it came to Justine. And I'll never forget a writer who made Black Lace more awesome by writing for it, the same way I'll never forget Sarah Copeland and Juliet Hastings and Portia Da Costa and Janine Ashbless and Madelynne Ellis.

In the end, you should try The Business of Pleasure because erotica needs great voices like Justine Elyot. She's the best.

Amazon link, where you'll have a slight wait to get your mitts on it:

Xcite link, where you can get it now, now, now!




*Yes, I know, I know. The main character is called Charlotte. But she wrote it ages ago! It hasn't got anything to do with me, I swear. I swear, we don't snog on Wednesdays.


6 comments:

  1. It's going on the list!

    Yeah, I notice Janine just wrote a Jo, which I take full credit for inspiring, even if I didn't :)

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  2. Oh, this is becoming too incestuous, isn't it? I once read a short story in an Black Lace anthology and it made me jump because the heroine was called Janine. Even though Janine isn't my birth name, of course.

    Now if someone wrote my real name into a story, that really would freak me out...

    Anyway, congrats to the talented and wonderful Justine!

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  3. Waaaah!

    I'm very pleased with myself for turning you into a police officer - I hope you were kitted out like that woman on the cover of Ultimate Uniforms.

    Wow, though! Thanks! Have a canape. (And show me how to do accents in blog posts while you're about it.) You are truly a peerless gem :).

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  4. Yay for the fabulous Justine! Yay for the fabulous both of you!

    Big LOLs to this:

    How hot is that? I'll tell you how hot. Awesomely hot. The Business of Pleasure doesn't just get orsumly, either. It gets the full works, the proper word: AWESOMELY.

    And to this:

    And I thought- hello hello hello. What's all this then? Because apparently it was so good, it briefly turned me into a police officer.

    And a "hear, hear!" to that:

    Because you should always tells someone so. Other authors aren't your competition. They're writers who make the world brighter by being in it.

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  5. Jo- you totally did. She told me. Scout's honour.

    Janine- I'm starting to think of myself less as my real name, and more as Charlotte. Which is almost as disturbing as seeing said name in print!

    Justine- but of course I was! And you're welcome, bb. It's always a pleasure and a delight to promo your sweet ass.


    Jeremy- Hee! Thanks. And hear hear to the hear hear!

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  6. What a lovely post. Thank you for the reminder, as I hadn't ordered this yet. Off to do so now!

    And ha—all this incestuousness talk reminds me of Janine's character named Emerald in her story "Scorched"! :)

    Xoxoxo

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