Monday, 21 November 2011

Article: My Love for Metal is my Inspiration by BL Morticia


Thanks to Miz for allowing me to promo my story in the Once Upon a Twisted Tale Anthology, The Prince and the Penis.

The tale I wrote was inspired by my love for metal music. For those of you that don’t know or aren’t aware, I’m talking about hard rock, metal, the kind that Mom warned you would ruin your brain and hearing? Yes that! *evil snicker*

There’s something about the guitars that get me going. The screeches or growls from a lead singer, oh, and then there’s the lyrics. Oh, boy! I love to break the rules, and well, I love songs that are contrary to the soft and fluffy shit they play on the radio.

Don’t get me wrong, occasionally, that shit is great…sometimes. *winces* However, you’ll make me happier if you spin some good ol’ metal, and I’m not just talking about today’s hard rock heroes. Gimme some of the old classics like Led Zep, the Doors, Black Sabbath and others that get me pumped and throwing horns.


Got a little excited there! Let’s get back to the story.

This tale was meant to be a take-off of the Princess and the Pea by Hans Christen Anderson. Instead of making it the fluffy, hetero tale, I put an m/m spin on it and added my favorite imaginary band, The Wretched to the mix.

Although a modern tale, it’s written as if it were medieval, with talks of horses and inns instead of cars and fancy hotels. It’s a fantasy world where the only music accepted is metal and people’s status is based on what band they’re in and the popularity.

The Wretched band is first featured in the Rock and Roll Over Anthology from STARbooks press but there are more chapters that I’ve written. Someday , I’ll release them, but for now, this is a fitting tribute, and as you’ve already guessed, it’s done with plenty of snark.

To me, the story has just the right amount of sex too, where you only see the Prince, Corey and his king in a short scene. At the end you’ll laugh, but hopefully you’ll want a little more. Why? Because I hope to actually do a long version next year. The world of Metaldom needs to be further explored, and you know about muses. (me being one) It’ll never go away until you satisfy it.

Look for it in the near future, but for now, I hope you’ll enjoy my tale.

Long live metal. \m/

Small excerpt PG:

There once was a prince who wanted another man to fill his bed. He had to be a real prince like himself. Be willing to travel to far and distant lands and enjoy many a night with all kinds of drunken wenches male or female if they so desired.

This one had to be special, no ordinary fuck who wandered about with little goals and no expertise. He should also be skilled enough to play the instrument the band required.

Since the last man had run off to be married to a rich whore, they were in need of a drummer. Could he tap cymbals in tune with the likes of Nicholai and his horde of rocking knights? Prince Corey, the bass player, had just about grown tired of all the list of characters who’d come to audition for the position of prince and skin beater. Disgusted and distressed by all the losers, he was about ready to give up all hope.

BIO: BL Morticia considers herself the snarky and wicked side of author Sharita Lira so expect her to tap into the taboo and unleash her fantasies on the world through her words. When not writing, she does biweekly posts at fellow author Blak Rayne’s blog,, appears on Erotic Dairies bimonthly with fellow gal muse Rawiya, and does a feature with fellow Rebel Cassandre Dayne called the Wicked Women Wednesdays.

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My Lieutenant Blurb:

Nathan Ellerby's apartment has been ransacked by his ex who didn't like the fact Nathan dumped him. Trouncing through the debris uttering a string of obscenities, Nathan's shocked to see Lieutenant Bryant Duncan at his door claiming he's already caught the offender. Sensing an instant connection, when Nathan finds out Bryant's divorced and he's straddling the fence between being gay or bisexual, Nathan finds himself in a

Although the Lieutenant does everything in his power to prove to Nathan he's worthy, Nathan is afraid to lower his defenses, which leaves both men wondering if Nathan will allow love into his life even through his doubts.

Excerpt (Unedited)

I kept walking through in horror as I saw all my personal belongings strewn about. My latest sketches torn to bits. “Goddamnit!” I pulled my phone out of my pocket when I heard a knock at my door.

“Who is it,” I called out in a menacing tone, trouncing through shredded paper. There was no answer. “I said…” I looked through the peephole at what appeared to be a handsome man. I still didn’t open the door. “Hello!”

“Hey, listen, I caught the guys that went through your things.”

“Seriously?” I opened up the door slowly only to lock eyes with the most, gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on.


Tall, dark, handsome, and utterly delicious. “Erm, hello.”

He smiled at me, moistening his lips. “Hey, I’m new to the building. My name’s Bryant Duncan.” He put out his hand.

A black Irishman?

I accepted it. His hands were warm but kind of rough just the way I like them. That moment, the feeling of his skin on top of mine sent heat to my groin. I took a whiff of his cologne. “Nice to meet you, Mr…”

“Call me Bryant, please. Like I was sayin’, I saw the bastards going through your place. When they saw me, they tried to get away but naturally, they couldn’t outrun me.  I called the cops once I got the building security to come up and help detain then.” He rubbed his neck. “They need a statement from you to press charges.”

Holy shit, my hero…

“You didn’t have to.” I was so impressed that he cared enough to put his life on the line. So much, I didn’t tell him my damn name.

We stood silent a minute.

“I’m sorry, you said your name was…” Bryant raised an eyebrow.

“Oh shit, erm,” I cleared my throat. We were still holding hands. “Nathan, Nathan Ellerby.”

We gripped each other’s palm tightly. “Good to meet you, Nathan. Like I said, you need to speak to the police. I got the information.” He released my hand and my gaze. Bryant reached into his back pocket of his loose, fitting jeans.

I couldn’t help but follow his arms. They were so big, muscular. I could imagine those cradling me during the night.

We’d obviously made a connection.

The Literary Triad -!
Michael Mandrake

1 comment:

Michael said...

TY for having me here Miz!