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Yesterdays Winner of a signed copy of Sex In The Office is Ellen Bunch! Ellen, you have a week to email me your snail mail address to clainm your prize!
Saturday is the final day of out Blog Party here and todays guest is nwe Kensingotn Author Celia Stuart. Also an LSB author and a partner in crime in things we won’t deiscuss. :wink:.
If you’ve been by my blog this week, then you know the mayhem that ensued when I asked some writer friends for new titles for my first Aphrodisia release–the book formerly known as Blue Collar Chicks. 🙂
When all was said and done, we did come up with some pretty good ones–none that inlcuded the words Crack or Spackle in any form but something sexy enough to please my editor (I hope).
So what’s in a name? One of my critique partners recently named a visiting kitten to my house Clyde. I got so tickled, I decided to put him in my next single title…can you see where this is going? Yes, I changed my heroines name to Bonnie, because I’m sick like that 😉
I’m reminded time and again how important words are, from titles (which often get changed), to pen names (which I’ll be changing soon) to words like…SMUT. 🙂
I love the word Smut! My little dictionary defines smut as a Creative activity (writing or pictures or films etc.) of no literary or artistic value other than to stimulate sexual desire along with a whole bunch of other silly definitions. They make it sound like that’s a bad thing! On my local news recently they ran a piece (originally aired in Chicago) about whether the new romances were porn or not. Apparently they haven’t been watching a lot of TV, or they don’t know any advertising executives…newsflash folks, Sex Sells–and if you don’t believe me, just ask all those people that make beer and Sports Illustrated (Swimsuit Edition–helping teenage boys get off since it’s inception). Ahhhhhh we’re so easily tittilated (another word I love!).
In honor of my favorite word (say it loud; say it proud!) I’m going to give away this lovely t-shirt to one lucky winner (to be drawn by Sasha!). All you have to do, is think of a commercial where sex is used to sell the product. My only rule is nothing too vague!
And now an excerpt from one of the novellas in the book formerly known as Blue Collar Chicks……..
The minute I spotted Robert Clayton the 4th cutting a swath through Jimmy Z’s Friday night crowd, all of me perked up. Every man I met was a new opportunity, each one presenting limitless possibilities, and Robert was no exception. An opportunity for what? Marriage? No way. Even at thirty-four I considered myself too young to settle down with just one person. The thought of only having sex with the same man—no, person for the rest of my life bored me near to tears.
Which brought us to sex. Definitely.
And conquest? Abso-freakin-lutely.
With a wiggle of my hips, I winked at Carlotta, who sat across from me, and sat up straighter on the polished chrome barstool. Rubbing my lips together to freshen my lipstick, I gave him another once over and assured myself he was as good looking as I remembered. Not just tall and handsome, but clean cut and clean shaven with well defined features. An arrow-straight nose, square jaw, sharp cheekbones. Even his blonde hair was perfect. Only the cleft in his chin kept him from being too perfect.
He was a blue collar girl’s wet dream—at least in the looks department. The rest remained to be seen. And after the week I’d had, being forced to fire two mechanics, I definitely needed more than a wet dream to keep me company tonight.
“Is he here?” Carlotta, who knew better than to turn around, leaned forward and flicked a sheaf of blonde curls over her shoulder.
In deference to the loud music, I gave her a tiny wink and discreetly wiggled a bit more as Robert stopped at our tiny table. My nipples, hard with excitement, chafed against my lacy bra. Leaning over the stool beside me, I brushed my lips against his cheek. He smelled like musk with just a hint of something sharp and citrusy.
“Lanie, you look…” His words trailed off, eaten by the loud music as he gave me a once over, his eyes traveling across my face and down my chest to land somewhere in the vicinity of the cleavage I was flashing him.
My favorite pink sweater came with ruffled edges and only two tiny buttons and didn’t have much more material than a bikini top. I loved it, and it went perfect with pink sandals and my favorite pair of Lucky jeans. Lucky.
I bit back a laugh and patted the barstool beside me. “I was wondering if you’d show up.”
“My mother.” He shrugged, giving me an apologetic grin.
I couldn’t decide whether he got points for taking care of Mom or if I should deduct them for being a Momma’s Boy. After all, he’d been having brunch with his mother when we met the previous Sunday.
“I wouldn’t have dreamed of standing you up,” he added, claiming the stood next to me. “What are you drinking?”
“Watermelon Martini!” Smiling, I raised my glass to him, then drained the last of it.
With a nod, he motioned to Brian, the waiter, and ordered me another as well as a gin and tonic for himself. Points for buying me a drink without being asked.
My night was definitely looking up. I slowly licked my lips and murmured a thank you, ignoring the fact that couldn’t hear me over the music. He was incredibly polite as I introduced him to Carlotta. I guess he didn’t know what to make of her. With her long honey blonde curls, chocolate eyes and year-round tan, she was, in a word, arresting, but then, so were Lexi and I.
And what we wanted, we usually got.
Celia,
Nice excerpt…I love the phrase “a blue collar girl’s wet dream”.
Sex does sell. Haagen Dazs demonstrated that with their sexy commercial from the “90’s with a man and a woman sexily clad/unclad feeding each other spoonfuls of ice cream in a rather suggestive manner. Been eons, so that is all I recall of it.
Of course, ice cream is sexy…and Haagen Dazs is so good, one can completely forego the whipped cream and chocolate sauce. I am such a purist. Hmmm….now where is my husband?
The first thing that popped into my head were the commercials for Herbal Essence shampoo…where the ladies using the shampoo practically have an “orgasmic” experience as they use it….lots of moaning and groaning.
Another commercial is the one for Britney Spear’s perfume Curious (is that the name?)…hot guy and her meet in hallway and go into separate rooms…then they show fast clips of things including a couple in bed.
LOL Lamb……..I don’t remember that one but I’m a bit of an ice cream purist myself! And I love that line myself 😉
Jennifer those Herbal Essence commercials could very well be some of the worst offenders!
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The Herbal Essense is the comercial that won’t leave my head. But I see sex everywhere else as a way to sell things. Like Uhmm Moveis, Musive videso. Lord, when was the last time you saw a music video that didn’t use sex, (or love in some balads) to sell?
Not that I mind much dsince you know, I’m a bit of a smut lover myslf. :blush:
There is no such thing as a “visiting” cat… 😛
that blue jean commercial , a guy walking down a road, the woman stops , asks isnt that ___ jeans (lordy i cant rememebr the name of the jeans,:blush: but do rememebr what his ass looks like :jump:
Gillette Company’s TAG Body Spray for Men.
Music videos indeed–and rap seems to be the worst offenders, next to Brittany Spears videos of course!
Raine…….someone blocked up the hole on the other side-I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t seen him all week!
TAmi LOL@his ass! Makes me think of the old diet coke commercial where the women are ogling the construction worker :jump:
Jenny those TAG commercials totally crack me up!!!!! And my sixth grader LOVES that stuff!
Great excerpt 🙂 (I had to shudder at the thought of a watermelon martini though *shudders again* LOL)
Thanks Erin…..I have to admit, I hate watermelon flavor….
Paris Hilton washing a car to sell burgers…what were they? Hardee’s? …or Carl Jr’s?
Interesting subject matter, Sasha & Cece. :duell: Sooo many sexy commercials – everything under the sun now.
My favorite, however, is the hunky, half-naked hero with the wind in his hair, and he’s holding a woman who has just ‘escaped into fantasy’ by eating a Dairy Queen ice-cream concoction. Her husband protests, and she asks him if he’d feel better if she hadn’t envisioned the wind blownig the stud’s hair. 😀
Aw man! We don’t have DQ commercials down here!!!!!!! (sadly we don’t have Hardees or Carl Jr’s either–maybe I should move to Oklahoma!)
Blizzards RULE! :inlove:
I like the DQ one where the woman imagines the man pushing out a baby! :tongue:
The hair products one in the movie theatre(Aussie) where they roll out of the kangaroos pouch and end up at the lady’s feet and she bends down, does her thing, and comes up with beautiful, bouncy hair.
BUT, the best is the one where the woman is kissing her dh or bf and at the same time sneaking his razor and then they advertise a razor for women so they don’t have to sneak his.
I looked for it online but couldn’t find it – it’s probably too new to make the list where I was looking, but I found this one: http://www.advertisementave.com/tv/ad.asp?u_player=realplayer&adid=555
One of my favorites on there is this one, top of page 6:
Title: Charlie Sheen Fan
Advertiser: Visa
Product: Visa Check Card
Featuring: Charlie Sheen, Martin Sheen
Okay, so it’s not using sex to sell, but it’s quite funny to me.
Woohoo! Great excerpt!