20171217

Xmas Romance Collection Promo Update - It made it inside the Top 20 FREE for one of its categories. Yahoooo!

Christmas Special Romance Box Set     https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078852NBF                    (promo - 17th Dec)

Where my Xmas collection started before the Free Promo

Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #4,801,305 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store) 
#16128 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Romance > Collections & Anthologies
#42834 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Romance > Romantic Comedy      (Sat Dec 16th)

Where my Xmas collection ended up after the Free Promo (#5) - Xmas competition is fierce





20171013

Links to the 2 Youtube Video Book Trailers Repaired

The links to the two book trailers for The 'Dear Roz' series have been repaired. Look under the Alex Bahscot's Books Logo, just to the right of      'Home 1'

The Red Carpet Book Trailer:        http://youtu.be/jkgX4IS5gWM

                                                 and

The 'Dear Roz' Book Trailer:         http://youtu.be/uENi4PM4aDQ

20170831

On writing several books at the same time AND explicit topics normally avoided


Contrary to most sage writing advice, I enjoy writing several books/novellas at the same time. What I find is, one of the stories will call to me, and by that I mean that a scenario appropriate for a specific book will pop into my head (even if the topic might be considered inappropriate) Truth be told, the scenario offered immediately below was considered for book 2 in the 'Emergency Hotline' series but might end up as a scene in 'The Idiot Savant of Dating' (a title which Tom Leveen suggested could be either great or terribly offensive) Due to the nature of the participants, it might be suited to YA. Although scenarios concerning young men can be challenging for a female author, my friend (and erotica writer for men) Xaviera, never fails to provide me with plenty of suggestions for salacious topics and tips for writing them, as you will soon see.

Please bear in mind that these were first drafts and each written in about ten minutes.

The priest and widow Smith

(Calvin and Bob were chatting in their shared apartment after inviting in a couple of unexpected visitors as they prepared lunch)

"I knew I shouldn't have opened the door," Calvin said to Bob. "I figured it was too early for Alex."
Bob and Calvin looked over their shoulders. The new village Priest and the widow Smith were seated opposite each other at our kitchen table. Apparently they were making impromptu visits to the wayward. Both Calvin and Bob fitted neatly into that category. Sunday school was the last time Calvin had visited any kind of church and his funeral would be the next, he was pretty sure.
"Would you like some white wine with your soup?" Calvin asked the uninvited duo.
"That would be much appreciated," replied the priest.
"No point in asking widow Smith," Bob observed. "She spends more time in bars than Alex."
Calvin glanced over his shoulder again. "I don't believe that, Bob. She's in charge of bible class, so I'm told."
"Kids will drive you to drink, mate," he replied.
Bob carried the plates filled with vegetable soup and placed them in front of the visitors while Calvin followed suit with the wine glasses. Bob sat down next to the priest but Calvin was in no hurry to perch beside the priest's companion, so he made it look as if he was busy putting stuff away. The priest took a sip of wine.
"A little rough around the edges," the priest remarked, staring into his glass.
"You're getting the good stuff," Bob said, clearly miffed at the priests comment. "That vintage is up to five dollars a gallon, now."
Widow Smith tested the soup and gave every indication that it, at least, passed muster.
"It’s been a while since we entertained any clergy," Bob said.
"The God squad were here before?" Calvin asked, clearly not remembering the incident.
Widow Smith tilted her head back and poured half of the wine into her mouth.
"You remember," Bob said. "I was in the kitchen beating my meat."
Widow Smith pitched forward. Wine exploded from her mouth. Any liquid that failed to drench the priest's upper torso peppered both his soup and the tablecloth either side.
"Tenderizing." Calvin clarified the situation. "He was tenderizing the steak we had for dinner. I remember, now."
"Father, I am so sorry." Widow Smith was mortified.
Bob turned to me. "Did you ever see that scene from the exorcist, where—"
"Not now, Bob, although it was one of my favorite clips."
"Not to worry," said the priest. "I'm sure white wine won't leave a stain."
"Stain?" Bob said. "That stuff melts plastic."
"Perhaps we should reschedule this visit," the priest suggested, getting to his feet.
Widow Smith looked daggers at Bob.
"No rush," Calvin said. "I'm sure there are members of your flock more worthy of your time."
"Can I expect to see you both at Mass, sometime this week?"
"This week? Ooh... not sure about that," Calvin replied.
Bob shook his head. He couldn't squeeze it in either.
"Next week then?"
Calvin emitted a whooshing sound as he mentally searched for time to fit in such plans in the coming week.
It was Bob who laid the corpse to rest.
"We're not very religious, Father."
"Don't hold your breath for our appearance," Calvin agreed. "I attended Catholic school, so as you might guess, my memories aren't all that wonderful. Those nuns were a bit—"
Bob tried to save the situation. "What he's trying to say, Father—"
"I think the picture's pretty clear," widow Smith interrupted, her face a stony mask.
"If you should change your mind?" the priest said.
"You'll be the first to know," Calvin offered. "Thanks for stopping by. Sorry about what happened to you." Calvin looked accusingly at the young priest's companion.
Widow Smith marched to the front door, the priest a step or two behind. Bob closed it behind them.
"When was the last time you went to confession?" Bob asked.
Calvin took a slurp of wine. "I was in high school. The nun I hated the most was called Sister Amelia."


 The scene below might find its way into 'The Idiot Savant of Dating' novella. 



The Handjob scene


Dave leaned back in the chair, leaving it to balance on the two back legs.
"Bessie Wright gave me a handjob behind the village post office when I was in the ninth grade. I was amazed when the load I blew caught me under the chin. Later that night, the police asked my parents if they wished to view the closed circuit TV footage taken by a concealed camera not six feet away from the action. My dad was game, but my mother declined on their behalf."
Ted asked what punishment was attached to the possibility of my encounter going viral.
"My dad gave me a five minute 'dressing down' in front of my mother, before slipping me five bucks for giving him the best laugh he'd had in ages after my mother headed upstairs."
"No doubt that curbed your early foray into teenage masturbation," Ted suggested.
"On the contrary. Spurred on by the thought that there was probably as yet no entry in the Guinness Book of Records for the farthest distance ejaculate could cover, I set out to improve on that effort. For some reason I had become attached to the possibility that my intake of cauliflower was responsible for the velocity of my ejaculate," Dave said.
"Broccoli did it for me," Ted replied. "Eating greens tends to make it thicker, too."
"That's an old wives tale," Dave stated. "I eat a lot of greens and my cock never got any thicker."
"I was referring to jizz consistency."
"Oh! Anyway," Dave continued, "two weeks after that episode, Suzie Marshall was in my bedroom, helping me go for the record, when I made an important discovery."
"You realized that Suzie wasn't actually jacking you off. She just had an advanced case of Parkinson's?"
"No, no. That wasn't it. Getting a fright at the crucial moment can add ten percent to the distance ejaculate can travel."
"What led to that discovery?"
"My mom walking in just as the countdown reached zero."
Ted burst out laughing. "Oh my God. I think I would have died."
"It might not have been so bad if some of the evidence hadn't landed on my mother's shoe. I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head."
"Go on. I can hardly wait." Ted was clutching his sides by this time.
"Suzie bolted for the door and freedom, leaving me with a red face and an erection that refused to go down as my mother screamed for my father to get-his-ass-in-here and deal with his son."
"Do tell."
"I was ten bucks richer that night, although I did have to listen to a lecture on the merits of locking my bedroom door. Needless to say, I couldn't look my mother in the face for a few days."
"Do you think she's forgotten that incident?" Ted asked.
"Would you?"


























20170810

Cover update for the 'Dear Roz' Serial


The current cover for a physical book due
to be replaced.
























                                                    The original Box Set cover as used just now.

My updated cover for the 'Dear Roz' Romantic Comedy Serial

In an effort to improve visibility, I updated my original cover for this book. 'Dear Roz' was supposed to mimic 'Dear Abby' the well known Agony Aunt advice column, but at the time it didn't occur to me that many (or most) might not make that connection. I eliminated that problem with the updated cover, plus I changed the sub-title with (hopefully) better suited keywords.

The updated cover for a physical book





                                                    The updated Boxed Set cover for the Serial:-

























When this serial was first promoted as Free, it claimed 1st and 2nd place in its two categories and when it entered the paid ranks it made it into the Top 100 (briefly at #96) of the whole of the kindle store. So I added a couple of Bestseller badges to the eBook boxed set and also to what will be the cover of the physical book (as soon as I can get my procrastinating butt in gear)

Shoot! I've just thought of a way to upgrade the upgrade. (Will it never end???)