And The Band Marches On!

Forgive me blog-fans, for I have sinned; it has been (eek!) almost 2 months since my last post! But, at long last, here I am!

As it turns out, this whole blogging thing involves a bit more tech-savvy than I've got in my entire body, but I'm working on it! Maybe its just that I lean a bit towards being a bit of design snob (daughter of an architect and a graphic designer; can't imagine how that panned out), but I keep trying to tweak this little corner of the inter-webs into exactly what I want, usually to frusterating results.

However, I've decided that content is more important than the pretty facade, so I'm going to at least work on that aspect, template design-functions be damned! You've won the battle blogger, but not the war...

Anyways, I've been quite busy with the business of putting smutty, naughty words down on paper and making sure that you all can get your fingers on them. I've actually put out close to fifteen titles since my last post here, and you should certainly go check them out!

I'm quite pleased to say that I am now a top 300 erotica author on Amazon, including eight books in the top 50 of Erotic Fantasy and Erotic Horror! I've got three titles now in the monstrously erotic "Taken" series (Abominable Snowman, Minotaur, Tentacles!), and if you all keep reading them, I'll keep writing them!

If monsters, minotaurs, werewolves, tentacle creatures and sadistic and well-hung gynecologists aren't your thing, I've also been treading the line with Amazon with some wickedly naughty stories of taboo lust. Spying stepdaughters, hunky stepfathers with a firm hand for discipline, and more seriously steamy forbidden attraction, including a longer-format 13,000 word+ novella! "Watching the Brats" is a first time ffm menage a trois story of a voyeuristic billionaire stepfather, his young and inexperienced stepdaughter, and her wicked instigator of a friend! I definitely go back and read my own stories from time to time, but this one in particular keeps bringing me back for more; perhaps there's a sequel there!

Oh, and before I forget, I have a mailing list! If you'd like to be on it, please email me at ameliarosefrost at gmail.com! (replace the "at" with a "@" symbol. It's written like that to fool spam-bots!) I'm working on a mailchimp newsletter, but anti-spam laws require a real, physical address for that, so I'm in the middle of acquiring a PO box for my wicked, smutty purposes. Seriously though, if you'd like to be notified about upcoming titles, releases, and free giveaways, sent me a quick email, and I'll add you to the list!

A huge thanks to everyone reading and enjoying my stories so far, and always know that I'd love to hear from you. Really loved a story? Absolutely hated one? I love feedback of any kind (I sincerely hope there's no one out there who hates any of my stories, but I'm willing to listen if you've got beef!), so please feel free to email me anytime!

"College Girls" - New Story Out Now!

11.20.14

Just a small announcement today that my new story, College Girls, is officially out on Kindle Unlimited at Amazon - check it out here!

The story is a lesbian first-time erotic romance, telling the tale of two girls whose chance encounter leads to much, much more than either could ever have imagined.

Aubrey's been dumped by her boyfriend, while Hallie, coincidentally Aubrey's T.A. from class, also finds herself newly single after her girlfriend leaves. Seeking solitude, both girls meet by chance in a forgotten study room in the science building. As the two open up to each other, things heat up, and they soon find so much more than either were looking for.

Steamy, sensual, erotic and charged, College Girls will certainly keep you away from your studies! (Oof, that was awful, but I couldn't resist. Forgive us our punny porn cliches.)

Insanity

11.18.14

The notion to start a blog, as a writer, is an insane thought. To start with, writing anything at all with the intent for someone else to read it is really a fairly egotistical self-serving notion anyways. Whatever grandiose or benevolently egalitarian notions you may have about it, to be a writer is to attempt to quite literally write yourself into the narrative of our time; lets not kid ourselves, it doesn't get much more narcissistic than that.

Blogging takes things a step further. Since the internet is the great equalizer, now you're putting your random unsolicited thoughts and opinions (which, in the grand scheme of say, the universe, or like, time, are quite meaningless), next to iconic pillars of human knowledge and culture; Chaucer, Twain, The Roman Empire, Wikipedia and the knowledge of the history of humankind, two girls and one cup.

Now the scope narrows down further still and we get even more niche with it: a blog about writing smut. Now we're placing talking about pussies and cocks and cumshots (pardon my language, but you should probably get used to those words around here) next to discussions on the nature of the universe, the existence of God, The Iliad.

Now how about that for perspective.

So where am I going with this? (No, honestly, where the fuck was I going with that; help!) Right, insanity. As a writer, where-in I am attempting to make a living selling the words that I compose, its insane to take time away from that to write more words that I won't be selling. The analogy here is your dentist closing up shop for the day to go home and floss his neighbors teeth, just for the fun of it (there, now that scene is in your head. Good luck with sleep tonight!). To take time away from my work, to do my work, but different (are you still following this?), is ultimately crazy.

Then again, writing what really amounts to "insert tab A into slot B" as a living is also pretty crazy. So we get interesting with it, make it weird. Maybe tab A is a billionaire, or a werewolf, or a heavy-handed stepfather. Perhaps slot B is a maid, a power-hungry CEO, a schoolgirl; hell, maybe slot B is also a billionaire werewolf! Maybe there is no tab A, but merely two very shy and curious slot Bs, groping tenderly in the dark, gasping at the boldly new and unfamiliar feelings coursing through their young..uh, slots.

You see where I'm going with this.

Any art or creative process is craziness, and to do it at all involves a certain level of insanity, otherwise you'd have gone off and been a dentist instead of a painter or a dancer. And ultimately what I'm trying to say is, stick around, say hello, and come back for more. The fun has really just begun; lets get crazy.