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:

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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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On My Knees – Erotic Flash Fiction

Masturbation Monday #38

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, On My Knees. 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.

on my kneesI’m not sure who I envy more – Exposing 40 for having access to such a beautiful cock, or the cock-bearer’s access to her. Rawr! This is her second prompt for Masturbation Monday, and I hope it won’t be her last (hint, hint). 

Bloggers and authors – share your hottest scenes and posts. Feel free to use this week’s picture as a prompt but don’t feel obligated. Write what turns you on!

On My Knees

I straddled his thighs, bracing myself with one hand on the mattress, the other wrapped around the base of his shaft. I lowered my head down, grinning at him as I poked my tongue out, flicking it over the tip of his cock. I open my mouth wide, sliding my lips over the head, and wiggling my tongue against his frenulum. He moans, gripping the sheets with his fist. When I slide my mouth further down, flattening my tongue along the shaft, and sucking the head, his moan deepens. I try to take as much as I can, sliding down until I’m about to gag before pulling back.

I move my hands, shifting position and trying to get more of him but I can’t get the angle right. He puts his hands on my shoulders lifting me up, I look up at him and smile. When he gently moves me back I’m confused until he stands up. He pulls my hand so I’m standing in front of him, then he smiles, and there’s a hunger in the way he looks at me, “Want to get on your knees?” I have a moment of worry, he’s tall and I’m not I think I might be too short on my knees. But there was something in his voice and I kneel.

Turns out it puts me at the perfect height, and I grin up at him before I take his cock in my mouth. I rest my hands on his hips, curling them around to squeeze his arse as I suck his cock. I move my head, sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, circling the head with my tongue as I move. He leans back, his hands stroking my hair as he makes happy noises, it’s when he moans out, “Oh baby”, that I get a tingle of pleasure running through me. I love the control I’m wielding, I may be on my knees but I have all the power…and it feels amazing.

After a few minutes he pulls me up, hugging me tight, and we move back onto the bed. I straddle his hips, pressing his cock between us, and sliding my cunt back and forth over it. As I lean down and kiss his chest. He grabs my hips pressing into me, and bouncing against me. I grind back onto him, until we’re both gasping, our breathing ragged. I bite his shoulder as I come, and he pulls back, I hadn’t meant to do it, I’d just forgotten where I was.

I roll off him, turning onto my back, and he follows, straddling my legs. I push my boobs together and grin at him, “Please”. He pumps his cock with his fist a few times, spraying my chest (hair, bedding and the wall behind me) with cum. I lie back happy, and he cleans up.

 

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Back Seat Sex

Wicked Wednesday

Welcome to my 35th post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, Back Seat Sex. You don’t have to use the prompt but I like the inspiration, and challenge. The prompt for this week was a little on the naughty side so you’ll have to click the image below to see the actual pic used:

Back seat sexAll of us had a sexual experience on the backseat of a car, right? And if we didn’t, we can definitely write a hot story about it… come on, share your stories!

Back Seat Sex

I straddled his lap, grinding against him as we kissed.  We were both still fully clothed, or almost fully clothed, he’d managed to get me out of my bra.  We were supposedly here to enjoy the view; they’d announced there was going to be a meteor shower and we thought the cliff top would be the perfect place to watch. And it was for about ten minutes, then we got…distracted.

We’d been kissing when he pulled me towards him, lifting me over the gear stick, so I’m straddling him. He’s kissing me hard, and I feel his hands moving under my vest, gripping my tits, squeezing them. When his hands slide around my back so he can unhook my bra, I lean back yanking down my straps, and pulling it off. I drop it on my empty seat. He’s squeezing my tits, pushing them together, and massaging them. He pinches the nipples until they’re hard and standing out against the thin cotton of my vest.

He slides one arm around my back lifting me slightly, and pulling my vest up. He drops his head to lick a nipple, sucking it into his mouth before catching it with his teeth, and pulling. Pushing my chest against his mouth I moan, reaching down between us to rub his cock through his jeans. Now his mouth is on my other breast, teasing and circling the nipple, gently sucking. He’s hard, straining against his fly, and I shift so I can grind against him again.

Which is when my ass hits the car horn. We both jump, and I know I’ll have a bruise where he’s just bitten the side of my breast. We look at each other, then my mouth twitches, and I can’t stop myself. I put my head on his shoulder as I giggle. I can feel him smiling against my hair, and I shift…hitting the horn again. This time we both start laughing, my giggles changing to full on laughter, I open his door and spill out of the car. Standing by his door leaning against it as I laugh. He follows me out, moving around me to open the back door. He slides in head first, laying along the seat, and he grins at me. I shut the driver door and step around to the back. I realise he’s taken his shoes off.

He holds his arms out, inviting me to slide in. Keeping eye contact I lean in but instead of  getting in with him, I unbutton his fly. As I move the denim his cock springs up, standing to attention. I tug at his waist band and he lifts his hips, I pull his jeans down, leaving them gathered around his ankles. I step back and unzip my jeans, sliding them all the way off, and dropping them in the foot well, before I climb in the back seat with him. Lying on top of him, his cock pressed between us as we kiss, I can wiggle and feel him twitch under me. He sneaks a hand down, holding my knickers to one side so he can slip a finger between my lips, curling it to tease me.

He breaks our kiss, pushing me up as he grabs the bottom of my vest, tugging it up so he can get to my breasts. He holds onto me as he shuffles backwards, so he is half leaning on the door. Putting his mouth at the perfect angle to suck my nipples. My legs either side of his torso, his cock pressed up against his abdomen as I grind myself back and forth over it, my damp knickers rubbing us both. His mouth and finger are getting rougher, his movements becoming more uneven. He pulls his finger out of me, hooking it around my knickers, trying to move them. When he can’t shift them enough, he suddenly growls, biting my nipple, and twisting his finger. I feel the thin lace rip, as he whispers my name, his voice pleading.

I hold the back of the seat as I lift myself up, gripping his cock with my other hand guiding him in. As I slide down onto him, he moans, and moves his hand, his thumb now circling my clit, brushing over it, and making me throb. Knowing I don’t have the headroom to bounce, I tighten my pelvic floor, and rock against him, it’s a move that make me come quick. He moves his hands to my hips, supporting me and letting me control it. He moves his head back his breathing ragged, and when my third orgasm starts building, the tightening and release push him towards his own orgasm. The waves are rushing up inside of me feeling like a constant building up, and I grab his arm as I ride towards climax. When I tighten my grip, my nails digging into his skin, he leans forwards, biting my nipple, and my orgasm crashes over me. Feeling me climax pushes him over the edge, and he comes hard. He whispers my name as he pulls me down to lay on top of him, then kisses my forehead.

We’re standing outside the car, getting our clothes straightened when I look up, and there are the meteors flying across the sky like fireworks.

 

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