Category Archives: Thoughts

Photographer – Giedrius Jankauskas

Erotic 2008 by Giedrius Jankauskas

I had the absolute pleasure this week of making the acquaintance of Giedrius Jankauskas, the creator of this beautiful image. Titled Erotic, and taken in 2008, it’s a sensationally emotive work.
From Australia to Lithuania, I send love and thanks for giving me permission to share.

Check out his site at:

Celebrating 50,000 visits

I love celebrating a milestone! and thanking everyone who has visited and supported my work. I couldn’t think of a better way than by sharing a wonderful talk from my web favourite @sixthformpoet. He is a wonderfully sexy and entertaining man who deserves your attention.

“In his first public appearance, he goes in search of ‘the perfect joke’. His journey leads him from clever to rude, silly to subversive (and pretty much everywhere between) eventually arriving at the…ehem, perfect formula. This one has been much anticipated!!” – The Lost Lectures – Oct 2, 2012

About Last Night by Ruthie Knox

My favourite egg head to smut peddler Ruthie Knox, has a wonderful new release. So I’ve updated her spotlight page …….read here

I also want to remind you of the awesome guest post she wrote for us in February:

From Egg Head to Smut Peddler: A Publishing Journey with Ruthie Knox

I hope you enjoy her work as much as I do, Three big *cheers* for Ruthie, well done.


Ruthie’s latest release, About Last Night, published by Loveswept, Random House released June 11, 2012

Sure, opposites attract, but in this sexy, smart eBook original romance from Ruthie Knox, they positively combust! When a buttoned-up banker falls for a bad girl, “about last night” is just the beginning.

Cath Talarico knows a mistake when she makes it, and God knows she’s made her share. So many, in fact, that this Chicago girl knows London is her last, best shot at starting over. But bad habits are hard to break, and soon Cath finds herself back where she has vowed never to go . . . in the bed of a man who is all kinds of wrong: too rich, too classy, too uptight for a free-spirited troublemaker like her.

Nev Chamberlain feels trapped and miserable in his family’s banking empire. But beneath his pinstripes is an artist and bohemian struggling to break free and lose control. Mary Catherine — even her name turns him on — with her tattoos, her secrets, and her gamine, sex-starved body, unleashes all kinds of fantasies.

When blue blood mixes with bad blood, can a couple that is definitely wrong for each other ever be perfectly right? And with a little luck and a lot of love, can they make last night last a lifetime?

Click here: To ABOUT LAST NIGHT available through Random House

Romancing Alix – 1st Anniversary

Today celebrates one fine, fun filled year on the net. I launched the blog, and @romancingAlix  on the 8th June 2011, and have been having fun ever since.

I raise a glass and *cheers* to everyone who has come by and followed along the way.

Some interesting stats.

I hit 35,000 visits yesterday

The most viewed post:  My Muse Deserves To Climax  with 3,705 views.

Search engines have brought 12, 946 people to the blog, then twitter,  with 811 views.

Since February wordpress tells me 4,333 have come from the United States of America,  1,118 from Australia and 968 from the United Kingdom with another 116 countries represented.

Where did it start?  It started with Romance.

How am I going to celebrate?  By introducing to you, an amazing talent who has started his blog today: Bleu Djinn  …I like the synchronizing and I love him. I worked with him almost fifteen years ago with his visual art and have always known I would work with him again. I believe he is a rare talent, and I am proud to share him with you. He’s a visual artist, a poet and a writer, and he is Bleu Djinn.

He sent me this email the other day. I had written to him and told him about the blog, my writing and a graphic novel idea.

“Jesus you saucy wench…some people get writers block….you get writers blog!

now bare with me [ as you know I am a bit slow ] I am just trying to get up to speed here…I sent you this 2 years ago

Santa Maria – Umbrailpass – Stilfserjoch The scenery was magnificent. Eventually I caught up with your party by using the GPS tracking chip that I had concealed previously on your watch, the expense of which ensured it was close to your person at all times.I saw the cow first. It was very dead. The Porche was next, it had flipped several meters up from the hulking, fresh roadkill. Dangling upside down from the the front seat was the man from the french couple, still dripping blood and wearing the manglled beasts horns in his chest. He was equally dead. It was clear, however, that your body was not in the wreck.

There were several clues as to what had transpired.

Obviously the lone cow had wandered into the middle of the bend in the road, this stretch was notorious for such random bovine obstructions. Taking the hairpin corner at  200 km an hour was madness in the light snow conditions, and even with spiked ice tires the driver couldn’t swerve to avoid this lurking dairy monster, the cows spine was shattered instantly. The driver was pulling 5 g’s inside the cabin but the cows head was ripped off and embedded in his torso, tearing the steering wheel along the way, meanwhile the wife on the passenger side had no seatbelt and was blasted through the windshield. I found her sprawled face down in the snow, the angle of her head was completely wrong. Freakishly her mouth was impaled on the branch from a tree stub, her skirt was riding up her open thighs and I could see her panties, even dead she had a splendid arse and for some reason she was wearing your driving boots. Evidently you both had good taste. The scene was macarbe and intensely stimulating and it was a while before I noticed the drag marks from the inverted car wreck behind me. I could see your body had been pulled from the carnage leaving a trail in the snow that petered off into the steep rocky terrain leading to the woods. When I examined the scenario even more closely I realised there were two sets of skid marks. Another car had been tailing your Porche. I guessed Interpol.

The Umbrailpass was’t merely notorious for intrusive cows. It was a popular smugglers route. Swiss customs officials would often use the tunnels to ambush their quarry.

I followed the trail left from your body into the sloping pine forrest and came quietly upon a frosted glade only to be confronted by a most astounding, beautiful and violent tableau. Without thinking I was sliding into preparation for a close quarter battle encounter. My weapon was already out, 10 and a half inches of brush polished black russian steel. I liked to use the Russian Nagant M1895. So fucking old school it was used to terminate the Zsars family….the suppressor made it extra long but combined with the revolvers original double action gas seal it was the first truly silent hand gun…even modern automatics often reach only 90% of its effectiveness. This was covert iron, and it was built to withstand Russian winters. I love killing pigs and it was swift, brutal and silent.
Still on a rush from the buzzkills I gazed in a kind of stunned rapture at your spreadeagled and unconcious form. The drugs and
cash had not been enough for our enterprising interpol agents. They were opportunistic as well and had other booty in mind. Yours.

Your wrists and ankles were pinned on tent pegs and you were strechted out and lashed over the charred bearskin seat covers they had pulled from the smoking car wreck, which was lucky as your already pale skin had a slight blue tinge with the onset of hypothermia. I couldnt help but notice your luxurious lingerie and the delicate lace on your fine mesh panties exquisitely stuffed into your mouth. You really had good taste after all, even if your dead girlfriend was deep throating a tree root while wearing your boots. I would fetch them for you later, I thought, wresting your knickers from your tongue.
Snapping out of my delightful reverie I ascertained you were still breathing and my main concern was now to encourage warmth and vigor into your stiff and splayed limbs. At this point I became aware that the blood spray patterns on your inner thighs were infact not yours but those of my first victim who had been on his knees between your legs. Perhaps I had got there in the nick of time after all…and then again, judging by your unconscious pout, perhaps you resented the interruption. I placed the warm gun muzzle on your stomach and went to work.
Which by the way has been further augmented with a much snappier ending and the addition of 10 and a half inches of brush polished black russian steel…
and you still owe me the next bit due to some kind of performance anxiety
however, tardy though you are, it appears you have over compensated in your delivery [ No Soft Soap et al ] a publishing site and a new monicker…
Well Alix,
I am impressed.
In answer to your questions…yes
you will receive your due filth…
comix and the like, in addition, moreover there is the question of punishment.
As you are no doubt aware, if there is one thing I cannot tolerate, it is lateness.
Now while your entrepreneurial excellence is to be lauded; and your writing did enlist in me a demon that was surely dealt with,

despite all these accomplishments, and probably due to them…

I know it is with wanton relish that you will accept your chastisement,

like the dirty little ginger punk haired school girl you still clearly are,

baring your alabaster arse cheeks in that musty office all those years ago;

and so your pounding shall be as follows;
and he proceeded to send me some sensational images and writing that I am going to share with you over the next few days.
Sincere Thanks.

Celebrating 35000 visits

In keeping with tradition, today I celebrate another milestone with a fabulous image from photographer Edward Weston. It is a wonderful portrait of his muse Charis Wilson.

It’s the eve of the 1st anniversary of Romancing Alix, and what a fantastic year it has been.

A huge Thank you! to everyone, I have had so much fun, and look forward to an exciting year ahead.

Edward Weston, Charis Wilson 1936

Lovers and Friends

It is not often I hear a song that strikes multiple cords with me, but this one is a must share. I was extremely privlegded to see Sean O’Donnell, perform this song live with Battlefield Band , the lyrics are from a traditional Scottish poem.

Lovers and Friends

Ah, battles and wars 
Leave deep wounds and scars
And deep wounds are long in the memory
Where reflecting upon
All that is gone
Your life passes on til it’s ending

But the pleasure and pain
In our memories remain
And by memories, our time will be measured
And the time that we spend
With lovers and friends
Is time we remember with pleasure

So fill up your glass 
To the future and past
In harmony, be determined:
There’s more friendship poured out
In a bottle of stout
Than you’ll find in statutes and sermons

Listen to Sean sing it here… Lovers and Friends

Hello Darkness by Sam de Brito – Observations

Perception – Taste – and Context

Hello Darkness is the second novel for character Ned Jelli. A stand alone work, it gives the reader an inciteful portrait of a 39 year old man, struggling with how he perceives himself, the expectations he applies and the fact he is a romantic at heart. We join him in the search for the white picket fence ideal of love and life. How will he achieve this dream, and really, is the dream ever actually attainable?

Ned’s story is told intimately, he talks to us, shares the confusion of his thoughts, his reactions and his goals. I know Ned, I’ve meet him at bars, I’ve dated him, I was even married to him for a while. He is a breathing contemporary character, his story a love story, his perceptions confused, and the effects of his drug antics nudging at you throughout the story.

I applaud Sam de Brito for his ability in charactisation. So often you come across a literary bad boy, one dimensional in his narcissism and misogynistic in his control. However, Ned Jelli, is a layered, complex soul struggling to make sense of expectations, social conformities and ideal dreams. His voice is the raw voice of a man, not written to seduce a female reader, nor to be compared to or challenged by another man. Ned Jelli is put out there, herpes and all, allowing him to be your brother, friend, or even ex lover.

I was particularly excited by the way the sex was dealt with. An honest look, of lust, love and being lonely. I came away wanting to find a work that incorporated de Brito’s frankness in the erotica world. I wanted to read exchanges between the male and female thought processes, something that included dialogue and allowed an appreciation for their differences. I think it would be fascinating, tantalising and highly erotic. I’m yet to find something, but when I do, I’ll let you know.

The hard print copy of Hello Darkness is currently only available in Australia. The cover a montage of newspaper prints and a stock Getty image of a man shaving. The publicity descriptions disclose a man struggling to define himself through his work, not even a faint whisper to define it as a love story.

This throws question after question up for me, are male writers not allowed to be seen as writers of intimate thoughts and love stories, does a love story in publishing instantly then become a romance, but then romances are written by women and always need happy endings. Don’t they? I think the combination of these questions and the debates that ensue become one of the key recommendations I have for Hello Darkness. You get to indulge in de Brito’s art of characterisation and then confont ideas of perception, taste and context. Homogeneously constructed marketing plans and the definitions that pigeon hole works in the publishing world, help to create restraints that I ultimately think keep many works from readers, who would likely become fans.

I would like to see the publishers translate this work and re package it for an international audience. Focusing less on man defined by occupation and more on man living and battling himself while pursuing the romantic dream. Although Hello Darkness is Australian in it’s settling, Ned Jelli could very well be a man in London, Paris, Berlin or New York.

Here is the publishers blurb and links to getting yourself a copy of this work, check it out and let me know what you think.


In paperback and digital formats, Hello Darkness available through Pan Macmillian Australia‘s website and the Kindle edition is available at Amazon 

In Ned Jelli’s family, journalism and siren-chasing in the news pit of Sydney is in the genes. And everyone knows, you can’t escape your genes, or your family. At 39, Ned’s life has come full circle and he finds himself back in the news empire where he started his career at 19. And for a lost boy like Ned, where 20 years have been spent eddying around the same small course of Bondi, babes, and booze, this is the final sign he’s going nowhere fast. Held back by his own fear and loathing, and searching for the perfect woman to fill the black hole where his heart should be, Ned continues the fatal and often fatally funny trajectory he began in The Lost Boys. Set among the newsrooms of Sydney, Hello Darkness is a sharp, demonic expose of the world of journalism from an insider, exploring the cost of being less than you hoped you would, and wishing for what is beyond your reach.


Sam de Brito

Sam de Brito is a contemporary artist. His medium the written word. His latest two novels, fine literary portraiture. He captures the essence of a man, trapped by …read more