Amber Benson sings about a 🌶️scene in Blood Eternal

As you probably recall, I’ve been posting up interviews with Amber and myself for the past six weeks, and today is the final one—and of course the spiciest! It turns out that Amber got a bit slap-happy during the recording of one of the sex scenes in Blood Eternal, and starting singing a song about that infamous threesome-in-a-doorway…

While you recover from that, let me drop in a reminder that I’ll be at Readercon this coming weekend, and it’s not too late for you to drop everything and plan to go to one of the very best conventions in the multiverse 🌌🗓️

As promised, That Lesbian Vampire Pirate Story is now fully listed on every single available audiobook platform you could want. But I suggest you get it on Libro.FM so that you support independent bookstores, or request it at your local library 🏴‍☠️

I re-released the reel about how the ships in that story were named. If you missed it before, here you go!

Next up, I am now stocked with signable copies of Dracula’s Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Christmas. And just in time for Xmas in July! 🎁 So order your copy on the IIP website and I’ll sign it special and throw in a nice bit of swag. (Or come buy it from me in the vendor’s room at Readercon!) ✒️📖

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He just wanted to taste love again. Now he’s in bondage to an unknown adversary, being tortured by Christmas carols… Paperback signed by Raven Belasco

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Summertime in RavenLife 😎

I actually took a day off this past weekend! My Best Witch and her partner were throwing a shindig, and I don’t see enough of them, so Trent and Archie and I drove down and met their friends, and it was absolutely perfect. I really enjoyed talking to everyone at the party (this is a rare event!) and the music was fantastic and the food was delicious.

Here’s a shot of me relaxing and not working at all, with my Bestie and with Trent photobombing us! (Do not ask why there is a tentacle dildo in the shot. Some things are better left a mystery. But I assure you that the whole thing was hilarious and watching a piñata get whacked open by a huge silicone dong is deeply entertaining. coff Anyway, if you want to know what it looks like when I find “my people” random dildos could be a part of that at any moment 😂)

Just living in the moment, Raven-style

🥩 The Raw View 🥩

Your favorite section is BACK! Here’s a snippet for you from Blood Demands of Noosh talking with Nthanda as they are going about the next part of the journey. This comes right after Noosh has had to confront Nthanda about A Really Big Deal. They are in Lagos, Nigeria for this conversation. If you can’t remember why Noosh is off with Nthanda, grab your copy of Blood Triad, or buy one…

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Nthanda laughed out loud. “Luv, no one is as pig-headed as Sandu. Or his patar, for all his sunny smiles. You picked the most obdurate am’r in the world to love.”

It was such a relief to hear someone validate my experiences of the past few years. I sometimes felt like I must be insane, trying to deal with them.

Many am’r had been jealous of me, even back when I was am’r-nafsh, because I was the frithaputhra of two of the most rockstar am’r of all: Dracula Himself, and the aojysht-of-aojyshtaish, the eldest of all the am’r, Bagamil. They would give anything for that intimacy—and the vhoon that came with it.

But of all the am’r I could have had a connection with, Sandu was known throughout history for his stubborn refusal to back down in the face of overwhelming armies of Turks—and he brought that same attitude to interpersonal disagreements. And Bagamil. He’d been alive since pottery was a brand new technology, and that was plenty of time to get entirely set in one’s ways. He had seemed like the most easygoing and chill of all the am’r, when I first was getting to know him. But the core of him was a solid block of will, as unyielding as granite.

I realized with a shock of relief that the fact that I had managed to deal with these impossible beings meant that maybe I was not just the baby, the most neophyte of the am’r. Maybe I had some survival skills I had not fully appreciated. Maybe I was set up for a success in the am’r world, and I wasn’t one hundred percent headed to certain tokhmarenc.

And that’s it for today. See you in two weeks…and as always, be good or be good at it! 😘

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