December 4th, 2008

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In memory of Iris Bancroft

Nothing about Iris Bancroft was typical, especially her birth. It was exotic—and tragic. She was born of missionaries in King Chow, Hupeh Provence, China, on May 26, 1922, a time of great unrest. Her parents were sent there by the Swedish Covenant Church to work with the Chinese converts. Her life comes full circle in one of her historical romances. Love's Burning Flame, when the heroine spends some time in Imperial China, where savagery, especially to women, was very common. Iris was one and a half when she left that turbulent continent, and her father died shortly thereafter. Her mother brought her to Chicago.

After her second marriage in 1961, Iris taught school and also sold insurance with her new husband, Keith Bancroft. Then a big change came over her life: in 1963, the West Coast beckoned. "We moved to California to work for nudist publications as photographers and writers, and later, as editors," recalled Iris. They continued to work for publishers of such magazines until, in 1977, they both quit their steady jobs to work as writers. Since then, she had made their living from her books. Iris boasted of seven published novels, using the pen-names of Iris Brent and Andrea Layton, along with her own.

Iris was a marvelous hostess and liked the life of the party. She also dabbled in painting and clay statues—she made erotic statues in the sixties. Then, there was the viola; she played in the Burbank Symphony Orchestra and in the La Mirada Symphony Orchestra, two community orchestras that accepted nonprofessional players. Her husband, she said, played in them both, too, but he was a pro, and was the leader of the trombone section in both groups. Neither Iris nor her husband were part of the Hollywood scene, though they were members of MENSA, and the Mystery Writers of America. She also sang regularly at St. Stephen's Lutheran Church in Mission Hills, but was not a member of any church.

Iris considered her literary success only moderate. "We live on the money I make, but only because we are frugal people. Keith is still just starting out as an author (of nonfiction books on photography), and so his contribution is not large yet. However, we recognize that we want very little that we don't already have. We still travel around the U.S., we visit with our friends, and we enjoy our beautiful home and our pets. We also enjoy each other. Ever since my marriage to Keith, we've worked together a great deal, and I am still delighted in his company." On the net I found a note about an Iris Bancroft from Los Angeles who passed away on December 2003, no info about her husband Keith.

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Winter Love by Andrew Grey

The starting point of this short novel, 65 pages, is the same of the previous long novel by Andrew Grey, Children of Bacchus: Blayne is a young man with some family issues who would like to take a break from life. He has fond memory of a piece of land, heirloom of his family; so when his father asks him to drive up in the snow to evict the tenant of the land, Blayne is not at all happy. He has always hoped to receive the land in legacy after his father's death, and instead now his father wants to sell it.

Plus Blayne is even less happy to be forced to evict an old man to the land the man always considered home. But when he arrives to the isolated cabin, he doesn't find an old man, but a handsome young guy more or less his own age. And since Blayne is gay, and Roeder, the handsome guy, is very friendly, they spend the time adding some body warm to what arrives from the fireplace.

As I said, Winter Love is almost a condensed story of Children of Bacchus. There is no much drama when Blayne discovers that his new lover is not entirely a man, but he is part satyr... actually maybe this is a nice novelty. Obviously Blayne will do anything necessary to be able to live in peacefully bliss with his satyr lover: all this series is about men who manage to reconnect with their inner desires and with the nature, that is a symbol of natural and sincere love. If you haven't read Children of Bacchus, Winter Love is a nice appetizer that can stimulate you to try the longer novel.

Amazon Kindle: Winter Love (Children of Bacchus Stories)
Publisher: Dreamspinner Presss (December 1, 2008)

Series: Satyr
1) Children of Bacchus:
1.5) Love in War
2) Thursday's Child
3) Child of Joy
4) My First Bacchanal
5) Small Kindness
6) Winter Love

Reading List: list&view=elisa.rolle
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Michel Giliberti: Sans crisser... sans cris...

This is too beatiful to not re-post. The latest artwork from the awesome French artist Michel Giliberti:

© Giliberti / 2008 / bleus d'attente / 2001

And no, I'm not exagerating, Michel Giliberti's work is stunning, and I absolutely recommend to visit his blog and archive:

He is so kind that you can browse among hundreds of his works.

Sans crisser... sans cris...
Quand il faudra mourir
Dans ce désert sans vent,
Je saurai m’éparpiller
Grains de sable sur ta peau,
Sans crisser…
Sans cris,
C’est… sûr.

Without screech ... without screaming ...
When he will die
In this desert without wind,
I know I will scatter 
Grains of sand on your skin,
Without screech ...
Without shouting,
It's ... safer.

More Artists at my website:, My Ramblings/Art

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Pawprints: Giving & Taking by Anne Cain

In the third book in the Pawprints series, Anne Cain returns to her first couple, Adrian and Lal. Lal is a shapeshifter cat from an alien planet who arrived on Earth running away from his former Master; where he comes from, Master and pet are words to identify both the owner/pet relationship than the sexual one. Lal and his brother were raised to be sexual toy and submissive lovers for a young Master. In his human form Lal resembles a bit the cat he is, with the hair that are really his pelt, black and white, and the same hair he has on his groin; plus his tongue, as human, is a bit more rough than usual (and this could be really interesting during sex).

Anyway, Adrian and Lal are leaving for a cruise with Adrian's best friend, Marty, and his lover Jason. At the airport they find that the flight is overbooked and Lal has to shift in his cat form to be taken aboard as a pet. But during the flight, he plays the role of the little sad cat until Adrian frees him, and Lal suddenly latches himself on his favorite Adrian's body part, his lap. And here you can imagine me while reading and saying "Nooooo, the author can be dare... Oooooooooh yes she dares!"... let me say that she pushes till the very limit, but at the end, the sex scene takes a more normal trend... if having sex in an airplane could be considered normal!

The story is not very long, less than 60 pages, but it's very nice. I really like that Lal spends a lot of time in his feline form, and even when he is in human form, his behavior is more like a mischievous cat, or at least a very playful guy. For Lal, in both form, physical contact is equal to love and he "needs" that contact, even when they are not having sex. Almost all the book is about Lal and his adventures, and Adrian is only a nice supporting character... very useful when at hand, but a bit behind the scene. Also nice supporting performance of Marty and Jason, would be interesting reading about their love story.

Series: Pawprints
1) Pawprints:
2) Second Nature:
3) Giving & Taking

Reading List: list&view=elisa.rolle

Cover Art by Anne Cain