Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Guest Blogger Cris Anson - Who's Afraid of Friday the Thirteenth?

I get a kick out of numbers, especially odd ones, like nine (as in Naughty Novelists *heh-heh*). Or thirteen.

There’s a Friday the 13th in September. I might not want to test the hypothesis of walking under a ladder, and I might avoid the black cat that wants to cross my path, but for me Friday the 13th is lucky. I met my husband on that date. We wanted to get married on Friday the 13th but it was too long to wait so we decided on Saturday the 13th because it occurred earlier.

Fast forward many years. My 13th erotic romance release, NO PATIENCE, will be released by Ellora’s Cave on September 13. Yes, lucky Friday the 13th. In the 13th year of the millennium.

How cool is that?

Because of this fortuitous confluence of thirteens in my life, I Googled “Friday the 13th”. Besides the film franchise, I came up with a fascinating discussion of the phobia (technically known as triskaidekaphobia or, even harder to pronounce, friggatriskaidekaphobia, Frigga being the name of the Norse goddess in whose honor “Friday” is named) from the Urban Legends site. Here are some tidbits:

* The Chinese regarded the number as lucky, as did the Egyptians in the time of the pharaohs.

* Thirteen had been revered by ancient goddess-worshiping cultures due to the 13 lunar/menstrual cycles per year. Experts note that the "Earth Mother of Laussel"— a 27,000-year-old carving found near the Lascaux caves in France often cited as an icon of matriarchal spirituality — depicts a female figure holding a crescent-shaped horn bearing 13 notches. With the rise of male-dominated civilizations the emphasis gradually shifted to the “perfect” number of 12 (12 months of the year, 12 apostles at the Last Supper, 12 gods invited to the banquet at Valhalla, and so on).

* Dan Brown’s novel The DaVinci Code notwithstanding, no written references have documented the fear of Friday the 13th prior to the late 19th century.

But let’s get back to my personal Friday the 13th and the release of my 13th title. You may have read my blog “Lemons Into Lemonade: Blind Date Sparks A Story”. http://crisansonspassions.blogspot.com/2013/05/lemons-into-lemonade-blind-date-sparks.html NO PATIENCE is that story. Here’s the blurb:

My name is Roseanne and I’m an exhibitionist.

Of course I was nervous at first. Who wouldn’t be when you’re meeting a stranger for the ultimate purpose of sex?

I’m a full-figured widow and became interested in exploring BDSM via erotic romance novels. Almost put off by his screen name, Mr. No Patience, I answered Greg’s message because his profile on the fetish site intrigued me. I took it slow with him—a bunch of increasingly intimate emails followed by a few phone calls which, yes, evolved into phone sex when he made me orgasm to his whispered instructions and my own fingers.

But when we actually met—and clicked—at the restaurant, he started as he meant to go on, by ordering me to remove my thong and give it to him. And oh my, I blush to tell you the kinds of things I did under his tutelage. Not only in front of others, but allowing them to join us.

And now I’m impatient for more.

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To whet your appetite, here’s a short excerpt:

“This isn’t a fantasy. It’s going to be a reality in the next hour. I want you to go to the restroom and take off your thong. You are wearing the one you had on in that picture as I asked, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” It comes out a whisper.

“When you come back you’ll give it to me so I can bring it up to my nose and imprint your scent on my brain. And then we’ll go to the nearest mall where there’s a Victoria’s Secret, or even a Macy’s. Anywhere that has sexy lingerie. And I’ll buy you another thong to replace the one I’m going to keep.”

I can feel my nether lips swelling but I don’t say a word. I can’t.

“And maybe we’ll find a toy store for adults. I want to see you in a red corset that pushes up those beautiful tits and exposes that magnificent ass of yours. Would you like to do that?”

It takes two tries to bring up enough saliva to speak again. “I-I thought this lunch, here in a vanilla setting, was for getting to know each other. Like, what kind of banking do you do? A local community bank? Financial giant? Or, I don’t know, movies? What kind of music do you like?”

His low laugh makes my toes curl. “Roseanne, we met on a sex site. Ergo, we talk about the kinds of sex we like. You want to know about me? I have a hairy chest but I shave my balls and pubes. I’m like a bunch of M & M’s, I melt in your mouth, not in your hands. I’m not sadistic, I’m more of a romantic Dom. But make no mistake, I want to see more of you. And I mean that in every sense of the word more.”

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Oh, and Roseanne gets to play with numbers too. Like in a ménage, or in front of a group, or…

Check out the Buy links for NO PATIENCE and you too can have fun with numbers.


Meg Benjamin said...

Hi Cris, welcome to the Naughty Nine! Thanks for the 13 trivia--it should come in handy this Friday.

Cris Anson said...

Thanks for hosting me, Meg. It was fun to discuss Friday the Thirteenth.

kelly said...

Welcome to the Naughty Nine! And that is WAY cool to have your 12th book out on the 13th (of 2013) - that HAS to be good luck.

Melissa Keir said...

Congrats on your new release. How wonderful that you turned a horrible event into a winning novel!

All the best!

Denise said...

Congrats on your new book. Lots of luck! Very interesting facts on the 13th.


Fiona McGier said...

Triskadekaphobia is the fear of the number 13. Fear of Friday the 13th is paraskevedekatriaphobia. And this year, ironically, September 13 is "Defy superstition" day, as it has been since 1995. And whenever we have 1 Friday the 13th, there will be another one most times exactly 13 weeks later. Last year, in 2012, the year the world was supposed to end, towards the end of the year we had 3 Friday the 13ths separated by 13 weeks each time! Bet some superstitious folks were trembling!
FYI, I'm a sub in high schools and I use that kind of trivia to get the students' attention before I tell them what their teacher's lesson plans are for the day.

Congrats on your 13th book.

Cris Anson said...

Thanks to everyone for commenting. It was fun researching Friday the 13th... but maybe not as much fun as researching BDSM *smiles*