As part of my blog tour, Sylvie and the Spark was recently reviewed by Trips Down Imagination Road. Here's what they had to say:
I received a copy of Sylvie and the Spark in exchange for my review.
Sylvie broke up with her boyfriend Dave because there was no real spark between them outside of the bedroom. Shortly after a pair of twins move into the hall opposite, though Brent and Jonathon couldn't be more different. At first Sylvie goes for Brent, classically handsome and seemingly interested, though it turned out to not just be in her. Slowly she gets to know Jonathon and discovers that the brother she should be with was right there all along.
Sylvie and the Spark is a novella that captures the every day love life of Sylvie, and it is every day, which is what I loved about it. Firstly there was her mediocre relationship, then the perfect one that wasn't perfect, and finally the one that should have been all along.
It wasn't just Sylvie's relationships that worked on an every day (and awesome level). She works at a diner, because she wants to (something that I can most definitely relate to!), and her relationships with her mother and co-workers all seemed like normal interactions. To be honest it was refreshing to have such a normal heroine as opposed to the perfect girl who has the perfect life.
Also the author got the awkwardness of first time sex with a new partner spot on. A lot of books have the smoothest run up to sex every time, even if it is the character's first time. But in Sylvie and the Spark there's the awkwardness of having a new partner, and yet with a realistic way of it working.
There were funny moments in this book, oh my God moments and all out sass, everything that makes a good and realistic romance!
Gianna Day is the author of The Sylvie Series and the Hot Secrets short story collection.
Showing posts with label The Sylvie Series. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Sylvie on Strike
Book 3 of The Sylvie Series is now available HERE.
When Sylvie catches Jonathan in a compromising position with one of his sexy students, hell breaks loose. She’s determined to stay firm and stay out of the bedroom until their relationship is sorted out, one way or the other, but the presence of a new coworker threatens both her resolve and her marriage. The hilarious cast of The Sylvie Series returns with mayhem and mischief in the third novella of The Sylvie Series, SYLVIE ON STRIKE.
But wait! If you haven't read the first two in the series, please check out Sylvie and the Spark first. It's available HERE and perfect if you love mischief and laughter.
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Blog Tour Coming Soon
I’m gearing up for a blog tour. This is a way for indie
authors to get the word out about their work. You prey on the generosity of
book bloggers, those dedicated readers and reviewers to whom many of us owe our
success.
A blog tour involves getting the attention of bloggers to
gain greater exposure through their sites. Hopefully, those bloggers specialize
in the genre in which you write. A writer or publisher will also offer
giveaways during the blog tour. Any writer can set up a blog tour on her own by
doing a little research of blogs relevant to her work. You can also hire a
company that specializes in this type of PR.
A blog tour for Sylvie and the Spark will take place in
March or April. If you have an erotic blog and would like a review copy, please
email me at giannadaybooks@gmail.com.
Happy blogging, happy reading.
Friday, January 3, 2014
Funny, Sexy, and Free
Sylvie and the Spark is a free download right now on Amazon. Here's the link.
This is the first novella in a trilogy. It will make you laugh and turn you on. Now if only it would exercise for you, too, it would be perfect. Download it, read it, and please please please review it. You'll know after the first chapter if it's for you or not. Go on, give it a try.
This is the first novella in a trilogy. It will make you laugh and turn you on. Now if only it would exercise for you, too, it would be perfect. Download it, read it, and please please please review it. You'll know after the first chapter if it's for you or not. Go on, give it a try.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Reviews Rule the World
It’s true. And I think it’s for the better. Because that’s
the culture of commerce we now live in, it can be hard to get a new product or
voice off the ground. So, I’m asking for help. I would love to provide free
content of my work to ten people who agree to give it an honest review. If you can
carve out a few minutes of your day, please, help a girl out.
I’ll send you a pdf of Sylvie and the Spark. Take a look (it's short, a novella around 27K) and review
it on Amazon. I’m only asking for honest, genuine feedback. Here’s the catch,
Sylvie is an erotic comedy, so you have to be okay with a few graphic scenes
and four-letter words. If that sounds like your kind of pleasure reading,
please email me at giannadaybooks@gmail.com.
If you write something along similar lines, I’d be happy to provide an honest
review of your work, as well.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Sylvie and the Spark - Sneak Peek
SYLVIE
and
the
SPARK
Book
one in the Sylvie Series
Gianna Day
Chapter 1
“You’re
just so…” Dave looks into my eyes and runs his finger down my cheek.
Please don’t say
pretty. Anything but pretty.
“You’re
so…”
If you call me
pretty for the thousandth time I’m going to try to gnaw my own face off just to
ensure that I am no longer pretty.
“You’re
so… pretty.”
“I
am not pretty, Dave.” My voice is
loud and edgy as I jump from the couch.
“But
Sylvie, you’re so pretty.”
“I’m
sorry,” I say, pacing back and forth in front of him. “I mean, thank you. Thank
you for thinking I’m pretty. And I know this is our foreplay, that you tell me
I’m pretty and touch my face, which truthfully has always struck me as just a
little bit creepy. I mean, it’s almost a tickle, like you’re tickling my cheek
and I think that’s weird. Is that weird? Is this just me?” I stop pacing and
look at him for an answer.
“I
could touch your arm first, would that be better?”
Resume
pacing.
“No,
Dave. Look, I have to be honest. We need to try something different.”
“Gosh,
Sylvie. What if I called you beautiful?”
Don’t pull your
hair out in front of him, he’ll be scarred for life.
“Dave.”
I sit back down on the couch and hold his hands.
“Yes,
Sylvie?” He looks like a second grader hoping someone will pick him for their
kickball team.
“Could
you just try to be less of a puppy?”
“Less
of a puppy?”
He
flashes his puppy dog eyes.
“Yes.”
“You
want me to be a kitty?”
“No,
Dave. I don’t want you to be a kitty. I want you to be a tiger, Dave.”
“A
tiger?”
“A
tiger!” I stand back up. “I want you to be my big strong tiger and I want you
to roar for me.”
“You
want me to roar?”
I
take off my shirt and bra, unbutton my jeans, stand before him, and cup my
breasts.
“Show
me what a tiger you can be, Dave.”
He
stands up from the couch and speaks in a tone I’ve never heard before. It is
deep and guttural and almost a growl.
“I’ll show you what a tiger I can be.” He pulls my hips roughly into his. Then
he slides one hand into my jeans and a finger inside me. With the other hand he
cups my neck and puts his lips to my ear. And he whispers: “Roar.”
I
actually whimper in response. He takes off my jeans and panties and then
quickly removes his own clothes. This tiger thing is actually working, and if
need be I will role play through an entire zoo of wild animals if that’s what
it takes to get us out of our rut and into some hard core rutting.
“I’m
going to fuck you like a tiger,” he says, and literally throws me down on the
couch. I ignore the pain of what will later be a nasty bruise on my shin,
because I don’t want to break what we have going.
“That’s
right, Dave,” I whisper. “Give it to me.” I’m more excited than I’ve been in a
long time. He comes to me on the couch, hovering over me as I wrap my legs
around him. He leans down until his cock barely grazes me, but then pulls back.
I’m aching and arching up for him. He does this again and I claw at his back.
I’m
both fearful and hopeful that he’s going to keep up the tease. He leans his
head down next to mine, whispers, “I’m a tiger,” and enters me with startling
force.
I’m
ready to settle in for a good long screw, but Dave has new life in him, which
is a good thing for his sake. He uses one arm to brace himself against the
couch and the other to scoop me up from under my waist. He’s still inside me as
he pivots until he’s sitting upright on the couch and I’m straddled on top of
him. With my hands on his shoulders I push myself slightly up and then sit down
hard on his cock, grinding in with all I have. He moans, kneading my buttocks.
I come down on him again and he leans forward to suck on my right nipple,
before moving to the left, so as not to play favorites. My hips slow but move
with the same force; I’m savoring every second of riding him. I should have
asked him to be a tiger years ago.
He
spreads his fingers wide and puts his hands on my sides, high at my ribcage. He
uses his hands to guide me up and down and we begin to move faster. And for the
love of all things naughty, I detect an orgasm in my future, that long departed
but fondly remembered friend who lessened in frequency the longer Dave and I
kept up this boyfriend-girlfriend thing. But I’m not dwelling on the past now.
I’m rising up and coming down hard on Dave, who still has his I’m-a-tiger face
firmly in place. When I come down on him I linger for a second and press hard
before rising up again. I throw my head back and he reaches up, trailing his
fingers along my neck and down my chest. I place my hands on his forearms; they
are muscled and taut and suddenly sexy.
“Fuck
me,” he says. And I do.
“Fuck
me,” I say. And he does.
I
ride him for only another minute before I feel a lightness in my toes. It rises
up through my ankles and calves and knees and thighs. Sensation explodes
through my cunt as Dave grits his teeth, moans and bucks up into me. He pulses
inside me. We rock for a few more seconds before coming to rest. I want us to
be here forever. I’m about to tell him that we should do this again, that I
can’t believe we’ve broken new ground, that I want to laugh with him and love
him and screw until we’re too sore to keep going. And then he looks up at me
and raises his arm.
Don’t do it.
His
finger trails my cheek.
Stay with me,
Tiger. Come on, don’t turn puppy on me now!
“You’re
so… pretty.”
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Book Trailer for The Sylvie Series
It's 28 seconds, so go ahead and hit play. Check it out this short book trailer for The Sylvie Series, now available at Amazon.
Here's the description of Book 1, Sylvie and the Spark: One night of phenomenal sex isn’t enough to convince Sylvie that she should stay with Dave, her long-time boyfriend who borders on dull when not in the bedroom. When a set of twins moves in across the hall, Sylvie’s horizons broaden, though this pair might not turn out to be exactly what they seem. With a backdrop of inappropriate coworkers, a humping-addicted mutt, and a set of sexy suitors, SYLVIE AND THE SPARK is sure to please, in more ways than one.
Monday, October 21, 2013
There's Room for Laughter in the Bedroom
I'm happy to say that the first two books of The Sylvie Series are now live on Amazon. The genre of this series is erotic comedy. When I mentioned to friends, a hetero couple, a few months back that this was what I was working on, they looked perplexed. Erotic comedy? That's a strange mix.
I didn't think so. I see erotic comedy as the evolution of romantic comedy. It also speaks to a group of consumers who enjoy erotica, but can't stand the melodramatic. Sexy doesn't always have to be serious.
I found my friends' reactions interesting and we talked about it a little more, eventually agreeing that women are perhaps more open to laughter in the bedroom than men. Of course, that's a sweeping generalization, but take it with a grain of salt.
Men just want it dirty, my male friend said. We don't want to laugh about it.
Sometimes women do, I countered. Sometimes the idea, the topic, and the act of sex all feel so serious that we just want to lighten things up. The female half of the couple agreed.
Laughter, like sex, can be a release. And many women instinctively gravitate to anything that relieves the pressure of a thousand different commands that bounce around in our brains, including: be sexy, look pretty, lose weight. These are unfortunate and unrealistic voices that we hear, and we often relate them to sex. I don't think it has to be that way. I vote to turn off those voices and permit ourselves to giggle.
I didn't think so. I see erotic comedy as the evolution of romantic comedy. It also speaks to a group of consumers who enjoy erotica, but can't stand the melodramatic. Sexy doesn't always have to be serious.
I found my friends' reactions interesting and we talked about it a little more, eventually agreeing that women are perhaps more open to laughter in the bedroom than men. Of course, that's a sweeping generalization, but take it with a grain of salt.
Men just want it dirty, my male friend said. We don't want to laugh about it.
Sometimes women do, I countered. Sometimes the idea, the topic, and the act of sex all feel so serious that we just want to lighten things up. The female half of the couple agreed.
Laughter, like sex, can be a release. And many women instinctively gravitate to anything that relieves the pressure of a thousand different commands that bounce around in our brains, including: be sexy, look pretty, lose weight. These are unfortunate and unrealistic voices that we hear, and we often relate them to sex. I don't think it has to be that way. I vote to turn off those voices and permit ourselves to giggle.
Friday, October 18, 2013
Friday, October 11, 2013
Coming soon... (that's what she said)
I'm REALLY excited about starting the blog and about revealing the book cover for the first book of The Sylvie Series. Drum roll, please....
This novella will be up on Amazon soon. It's sexy, funny, ie- written to please in more ways than one.
This novella will be up on Amazon soon. It's sexy, funny, ie- written to please in more ways than one.
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