Horatio Slice Review

Book Review

Around 6 weeks ago I was part of the Horatio Slice book launch blog tour. I’d been lucky enough to read the first chapter way back when it was first being edited, and I’d been desperate to find out what happened. So when the author, Oleander Plume asked me if I’d like to be part of the book tour I jumped at the chance. She was also kind enough to send me the ebook, so I could finally find out what happened after chapter 1.

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Horatio Slice: Guitar Slayer of the Universe

horatio sliceFrom Go Deeper Publishing

Paperback, 538 pages, 14 x 3.1 x 21.6 cm

Oleander Plume writes light-hearted (but explicit) erotica with a heavy dose of humor. While she writes in a variety of styles, her favorite gender pairing is M/M. Or M/M/M. Or M/M/M/M. Who’s counting, anyway? She lives in Chicago with her husband, two daughters, and a couple of obnoxious cats.

 

You can find her online through the links below:

Website | Amazon Author Page | Twitter | Facebook | Pinterest

Horatio Slice is NOT dead. Gunner Wilkes knows a secret. Heartthrob rock star Horatio Slice is not dead. Sure, Gunner may turn heads with his big brain, good looks, and gym-built body, but his mind is on one thing only: returning his all-time favourite rocker and secret fanboy crush to Earth.

Review

The first time I read this it was in ebook form, and I read it really quickly. My kindle doesn’t tell you the number of pages, and I assumed this was a fairly short book, until I got the paperback and realised this is a monster epic. 500+ pages zip by so fast you won’t believe it. I love a book that draws you in, keeps you interested, and makes you forget how big it actually is. Horatio Slice does just that.

The first chapter is a perfect lesson in storytelling; it draws you in, makes you curious, and gets you to keep reading. The rest of the book lives up to the expectations created in chapter one. Oleander’s sharp wit, incredible descriptions, and amazing characterisations brings this book to life in a very engaging way.

There is a huge cast of characters but they are introduced in a natural way, that manages to make each one stick in your mind as an individual. I wish there had been more time to get to know the surrounding cast as well as the main characters but I don’t feel it was detrimental to the story, in fact I feel it allowed me to connect to Horatio, Gunner, Snake and Sugar more deeply. I cared what happened to them. I cared about Horatio’s story.

However, the story and characters aren’t all that Horatio Slice: Guitar Slayer of the Universe has going for it. The sex is HOT!!! And there is a lot of it. Sometimes, when you’re writing multiple sex scenes it can be difficult not to have them all coming out sounding repetitive. Oleander absolutely nails this issue. Each scene brings something fresh, and they are really hot (did I already mention that?). So hot in fact I had to stop reading it in public…

I can’t wait to read more of Horatio Slice’s adventures.

 

Overall

Great story, plenty of action, and characters you will love. It’s hot sexy space pirates…why wouldn’t I recommend it?!?

 

Buy Links for Horatio Slice:

Amazon US | Amazon UK | B&N | Inktera | GoDeeper | Kobo

Horatio Slice Online:

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*I received a copy of Horatio Slice from the author in return for an honest and unbiased review. There are no affiliate links used in this post.

Fucking Glass

Masturbation Monday #41

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Fucking Glass. The images I’ve added below (special thanks to Lilly and Epiphora for the photos) aren’t the original inspiration but due to changes in UK laws I am trying to be careful what I host directly on my page. If you’d like to see the inspiration image you just need to click the hashtag above and it will take you to it.

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The lovely Marie Rebelle is an amazing writer, a community builder, a strong woman, and kinky as fuck. She is also our prompt for this week’s smutty goodness. Her picture might not inspire an erotic story for you, but if you’re not thinking about touching yourself after seeing this, you’re a stronger person than I am! This image originally appeared on A is for…Aroused (and she’s not wrong about that!).

Readers – check out the different posts to find something that makes you want to get off.

Fucking Glass

She stretched lazily, the small vibrator still buzzing on the bed where she had dropped it. She reached for it fumbling to switch it off, before letting her hand flop back to the mattress. She wriggled, she’d just orgasmed but she still wasn’t satisfied…today, she wanted more. She rolled to her side and looked at the display case over her desk. The dildos inside glinted and sparkled in the sunlight pouring through her window. The patterns on the glass caused rainbows to scatter over her room. She had a glass dildo for ever occasion, and she displayed them because they were just so beautiful.

She had a shape and colour for every occasion; there were curved ones, twisted ones, chunky ones, slim ones, smooth ones, textured ones…she even had some that looked like tentacles from some weird sea creatures. Looking at them was a joy, and using them was a pleasure whatever she was in the mood for.

She stood up, and opened the display case. Closing her eyes she let her fingers roam over the dildos, trying to decide which she wanted to play with today. She stroked each one, closing her fingers around some feeling the girth. She spent a while feeling them until she touched one and a warm tingly feeling spread through her. She opened her eyes and looked at it; it was a clear bright pink, curved with a bulbous tip, and the shaft was covered in a textured wavy pattern.

She grabbed some lube, and settled back on the bed. She squeezed some lube out of the bottle onto the head of the dildo, allowing it to dribble down the shaft, before positioning it against her opening. She took her time, teasing herself with just the tip, then sliding the head in and out. Finally she pushed it all the way in, her muscles tightening around it, the shape meaning she was holding it in rather than pushing it out. She felt the head nestled against her g-spot, making her feel full.

She could have pulled it back out, and used it to thrust but it’s curved shape had a much better use. Carefully she pushed down against the end that was sticking out between her legs. Setting up a rocking motion that pushed the bulbous head against the spongey tissue of her g-spot. She laid rocking the dildo, enjoying the feeling of it filling her. The pressure in her building, she felt small waves of orgasm build up, rolling over her, until finally her muscles contracted. Her grip on the dildo tightening as she pushed it one last time causing her orgasm to crash over her, and splashing across her hand as she pulled out the dildo.

 

 

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Horatio Slice Guitar Slayer of the Universe

Book Launch Blog Tour

Today I am very excited to be welcoming, Oleander Plume to HornyGeekGirl as part of the book launch blog tour for Horatio Slice: Guitar Slayer of the Universe. She is going to be sharing with us the process of designing the graphics for her characters. Oleander wrote one of my favourite anthologies, so I was thrilled to be asked to be part of this tour. Without further ado I will pass you over to Oleander…

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Horatio Slice is NOT dead.

Gunner Wilkes knows a secret. Heartthrob rock star Horatio Slice is not dead. Sure, Gunner may turn heads with his big brain, good looks, and gym-built body, but his mind is on one thing only: returning his all-time favorite rocker and secret fanboy crush to Earth. 

Yes, there are VAMPIRE PIRATES

Fame and stardom were starting to wear thin for Horatio Slice, but when he was sucked through a magical portal while on stage at Madison Square Garden into a jail cell in a strange dimension called Merona, his confusion quickly cleared upon meeting his sexy, dark-haired cellmate, a vampire pirate named Snake Vinter, who filled Horatio in about life in the universe, jumping from dimension to dimension, and craftily avoiding the wrath of gnarly-mask-wearing leather queen King Meridian—a guy nobody wants to cross. 

The metal ship is named Frances.

And on Snake’s metal ship live eight identical blond Humerians, who proudly display their cocks and assholes in carefully crafted trousers, as well as a wild assortment of untamable, cock-hungry travelers and stowaways. But someone has hacked into Frances’ mainframe, demanding that Snake and crew deliver Horatio Slice to King Meridian, or feel his wrath.

All the zany magical comedy of Mel Brooks, an adventure not dissimilar to Indiana Jones meets Barbarella, and men, men, horny men, of all shapes and sizes, Horatio Slice, Guitar Slayer of the Universe is wild, fun, pornographic fiction for anyone who loves the masculine, the feminine, and all identities in between. Even more so, it’s for cravers—for aficionados—of big, hard, pounding cock, and anyone who can handle laughs that won’t stop coming.

Designing Horatio Slice

When Jacob Louder sent me the rough draft of the book cover, I fell in love. The artwork he chose to represent Horatio was an uncanny likeness of the person who had before only existed in my head.

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It also reminded me of my favorite computer game, The Sims.

I started playing The Sims when the first version came out. A friend let me borrow her copy and after a week, I gave it back to her and said, “For the love of everything, keep this game away from me, it’s taking over my life!”

A few years later, I acquired The Sims 2, and the addiction started all over again, until I purchased a new laptop and discovered the game wouldn’t work with Windows 10. I thought my Sims playing days were over, until I tried The Sims 4.

And now my life is over.

Sure, the game play isn’t as enjoyable as the Sims 2, but the graphics are amazing. The best part about this new version, however, is the updated Create A Sim. With it, you can create unique characters with ease since the interface allows you to tweak even the smallest details.

Jake’s book cover gave me ideas. Crazy ideas. What if I created Sims versions of all the characters in the book? What if I then captured these images and used them for promotion, or swag, or my own personal prurient interests? Yes, yes, YES!

While writing the book, I found photos of models who closely resembled the men in my head. I used these photos to inspire my Sims dudes.

Here’s Horatio:

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And, Gunner (who I think is exceptionally adorable):

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Before getting them right, I had to download a lot of custom content, especially hair. Gunner, being a huge Horatio fan, wears his hair in a similar style to Horatio, so I used the same hair for both. Creating Snake was even harder. How would I give him his famous metallic silver eyes? Once again, custom content to the rescue. Don’t stare at him too long, he’ll hypnotize you into doing all sorts of things:

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Onto Sugar. Finding hair and his pretty green eyes was easy. But what about his gun? Well, let me tell you, those custom content geniuses can make anything!

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Once I created the characters, getting decent shots of them in-game proved challenging. I pored over many a DIY tutorial on YouTube and practiced until I got them right. Besides hair, eyes, and skin tones, those CC geniuses create things called “pose packs” which make your characters behave. I even found Horatio a guitar!

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There are even pose packs for kissing. And beyond. How did I get shots like this one?

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Heh heh. That’s for me to know and you to…nah, I’ll tell you, but you’ll have to wait until August 1st, when I’ll reveal my other secrets to Tabitha Rayne. In the meantime, if you want to read the scene that inspired this:

horatio sliceYou can pick up a copy of Horatio Slice: Guitar Slayer of the Universe.

Buy Links for Horatio Slice

Amazon US | Amazon UK | B&N | Inktera | GoDeeper | Kobo

About Oleander

Oleander Plume lives in Chicago, Illinois, with her husband, two daughters and a pair of obnoxious cats. While she writes in many genres, her favorite is m/m. Or m/m/m. Or m/m/m/m, or … who’s counting, anyway?

Horatio Slice: Guitar Slayer of the Universe (published by Go Deeper Press) is Oleander’s first, full-length novel, but her short stories have appeared in anthologies by Violet Blue, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Shane Allison, Alison Tyler, Neil Plakcy, and F. Leonora Solomon.

Oleander also edited a self-published erotic anthology, titled Chemical [se]X, featuring stories centered around the theme of aphrodisiac chocolates.

For more information you can find through the links below.

Website | Amazon Author Page | Twitter | Facebook | Pinterest

Horatio Slice Online:

GoDeeper Media | GoDeeper Shop | Goodreads

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The Sleeping Beauty – Erotic Flash Fiction

Masturbation Monday #40

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, The Sleeping Beauty. You may notice the image I’ve added below doesn’t look much like inspiration but due to changes in UK laws I am trying to be careful what I host directly on my page. If you’d like to see the inspiration image you just need to click below and it will take you to it.

sleeping beautyI have adored Sub_Bee from the moment I met her in London earlier this year and at the time I had no idea she took such gorgeous pictures. Now I know better, and so do you. She’s our gracious and willing prompt this week. I feel like I’m peeking in on a very private moment. Rawr! This image originally appeared on her blog as On Reflection.

 

Readers – check out the different posts to find something that makes you want to get off.

The Sleeping Beauty

She rolls over, kicking at the duvet wrapped around her legs until it slips to the floor. Once it’s gone she settles back, burying her head in the pillows behind her. Her eyes are still closed and as I watch, her breathing grows steady again, as she drifts back into a deep slumber. Grabbing my towel, I smile at my sleeping beauty, and head to the shower. I envy her ability to sleep anywhere, my first night in a hotel I always toss and turn, napping rather than sleeping but she can sleep anywhere.

When I come out of the shower, she’s still asleep, a knee bent up towards the ceiling, while the other lays on the bed. One hand is cupping her cunt, and the other is over a breast. Neither hand is moving, they’re just resting there. I start to towel off, trying to be quiet so I didn’t wake her. I tried to get some pants out of the case but the lid clicked and she muttered in her sleep, one hand twitching. I wrapped the towel back around my hips, and sat in the chair. I picked up my phone, scrolling through Twitter and Facebook, checking my emails, and doing my usual social media morning catch-up.

I’m so caught up in my phone that it takes a while for her moans to filter through my consciousness. I look over at her, the hand that had just been cupping her cunt, is now pressed against it. She is rubbing the heel of her hand against her clit, while her other hand is massaging her chest, alternating breasts as she pinches and pulls one nipple then the other. Her eyes are still shut and for a moment I wonder if she woke up without me realising but then she starts murmuring under her breath. I can’t quite make out everything she’s saying but she is clearly encouraging someone, “harder” and “yes, more” seem to be getting a lot of use.

I consider joining her, replacing her hand with my own, and waking her up but to be honest I’m enjoying the show. Her hand movements are becoming more frantic, her entire body is writhing on the bed, causing the sheets to wrinkle under her. As she rubs faster, she thrusts her hips upwards, and I lean forward, knowing she’s close to coming. Her teeth are clenched, her breathing erratic, and she pulls a nipple hard; tugging and twisting in a way that looks almost painful. She gives a grunt, releasing her nipple as her body wriggles in a way that reminds me of water rippling. Her hand freezes over her cunt and her eyes fly open. She takes a breath and looks over at me, her brow crinkling as she asks, “How did you get all the way over there?”
I laugh, “I wasn’t in bed with you.” Leaving my towel on the chair I join her on the bed, leaning to kiss her I say, “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

 

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Candlelight – Erotic Flash Fiction

Masturbation Monday #39

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Candlelight. You may notice the image I’ve added below doesn’t look much like inspiration but due to changes in UK laws I am trying to be careful what I host directly on my page. If you’d like to see the inspiration image you just need to click below and it will take you to it.

Candlelight

Marie Rebelle was one of the first sex bloggers I followed and Masturbation Monday is based (in part) on her Wicked Wednesday blogging meme. So when she was willing to share some of her images with me for you, I jumped on that offer quicker than I jump on John Brownstone’s cock.

This original image, titled Candlelight, was shared on her website on January 1, 2017 – and is a perfect way to ring in a new year, I think. And to get a little meta, it was an image she used for Sinful Sunday, hosted by the amazing Molly Moore.

Readers – check out the different posts to find something that makes you want to get off.

Candlelight

He lay on his front, the towel under him was rough against his skin. He could feel his nipples peaking where the fabric was rubbing them. His head was turned to the side, and he was watching the flickering flame on a candle across the room. The room was almost dark, lit only by a handful of candles on a few spare surfaces.

He could hear her breathing as he moved around the room, gathering supplies and making him wait. Building suspense because he’d told her it was more exciting when he didn’t know when it was coming. The room is so quiet he can hear the candles sputtering, as they dance in the draft. There’s a sizzle and he feels her move closer. She’s close enough that he can feel the heat of her body, and he holds his breath waiting for the first stinging drop to hit his back.

Instead of the first drop he feels her lean over him, and suddenly her voice is sharp in his ear, “Breathe”. He jumps, releasing the breath he’s been holding. She stands back up, and he presses his face into the towel, suppressing a chuckle. That’s when the first drop hits his back, he gasps at the shock of pain, and then relaxes into the warmth. He watches the flame of the candle again, as she drips more splashes of wax down his back. Enjoying the sensation switching between the sting of the heat and the soothing warmth as the wax cools.

He can feel it lulling him into that floaty head space. When he feels it dripping across his buttocks, he wiggles feeling an entirely different sort of heat pulsing through his body. He shifts position, pushing against the rough material, trying to rub his cock against it, as he presses her thighs together. Her hand slaps down, stinging his bottom, and he freezes.

For a moment he’d forgotten. Forgotten why he was here, and what they had planned. He shifted again, letting his legs fall apart, maybe slightly wider than before so he can feel the cool air against his sack. That’s when the first drop slides between his buttocks, she’d dripped it carefully without touching him, so it wasn’t all the way down but it was enough that he could feel it. She places one hand over him, using her fingers to spread his cheeks as she drops more wax down his crack.

As she drips it lower, some splashes onto his balls, and he sucks in his breath. His cock is now straining under him, and he can feel the tip moistening with precum. He tries not to move again, as she continues to drip the wax over his crack, allowing it to build up. At last she stops, and he feels her step back. He glances at her over his shoulder, noticing she has blown out the candle in her hand. She catches his eye, “Turn over.”
He turns onto his back, his cock standing straight up from his body, like a soldier on parade. “Thank you, Miss.”

She laughs, picking up a new candle in a garish shade of luminous pink. She lights it from one of the nearby tealight, and walks back to him. The first drops spatter his chest, the pink standing out brightly against his dark hair. She drops the wax in a circular pattern, drawing swirls over his chest, before moving down his torso. As she gets closer to his cock it twitches, and she looks up at him meeting his eye, “It’s almost like you’re begging for it, don’t you think?” His cock twitches again, and he nods.

The first drip hits the tip of his cock, and he grunts. The sting of pain surprising him but it cools rapidly, and by the time the head is covered, he is moaning, his hips thrusting upwards as he tries to get more of the feeling. She is now holding a dripping candle in each hand. He closes his eyes, letting the alternating sensations of pain and pleasure dripping on his cock and balls. She still hasn’t touched him, and he realises he is about to come. As another drop hits the top of his frenulum, the pain shoots through him and he gives a grunt of pleasure. He comes hard, and looks down at his cock. The cum mixing with the hardening wax making even more of a mess than usual.

He looks up at her, and there is a glint of evil pleasure in her eyes as she holds up the wooden wax removal knife.

 

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