Multicultural Paranormal Romance Author Alexandria Infante


Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Erotic & near Erotic Authors...

Author Alexandria Infante
This is the Teaching between Midnight and Dawn & A Lite Farie Tale Series


Today as I sat waiting for my next class to begin, I postulated the question;

“Why are Romance…near Erotic and Erotic Romance Writers treated differently as Authors?”

You ask what I mean by this.
Well…to all my authors out there…have you ever been in a conversation with someone, and you both begin to converse about what you’re working on in life, then happen to mention that you are an author?
You get this crazy way out awe from the person; they’re actually excited for you…that is until they ask what you write.

It reminds me of that music from cartoons that goes something like…whamp whamp whamp…they stare at you for several moments, gasp, then say something like,

“Wow…you write that?”

Or if you happen to be conversing with a male…they get this almost leering grin on their faces…then say some dumb shit like, “Damn…you must be pretty freaky huh?”
To which you roll your eyes heavenward, get up, and just leave them sitting there.

I even had a colleague buy my first paranormal…then do a fricken compare and contrast on my board once after class; stating that the comparisons were so analogous to me that it couldn’t just be some made up character…so in essence…I wrote about myself.

The hysterically funny part…he had the nerve to ask me out on a date afterwards.

It’s almost as if, by definition; we are branded with a scarlet A among the writing community…
As if Gandolf himself is standing there yelling, 
                                 “You Shall Not Pass!”

Inasmuch as this is true, what really gets my hackles up…is the comment,
 “Can we really even take you seriously as an author?

                       WTF does that even mean?
                       I write just like you do!
                       Why the hell not!

And who gives them the right to say that we aren’t true writers as opposed to them?
(I swear… I’m not making this shite up ppl!).
Equally, because they do not…see us as true writers…could this be the very reason that many do not even attempt to make merriment with us? Or often times even show the smallest amount of respect for our craft as well?

Example #1.
In the past when I first began my writing career, I would always do the “swap thing.”
Basically, you like my author page, and I’ll like yours back.
Well as time progressed, I would find myself liking upwards of 100s of author pages on Amazon, yet the like factor was uneven it seemed.
When I began to investigate, I was shocked to find that out of the 200 author pages I had liked…a whopping 16 flippin people liked me back.
Is that some janky arse shite or what lol?
Jkjkjk…well…not really! Hahaha!

Therefore, hence I began to do an actual investigation on places like LinkedIn, Amazon, Author’s Den, ect…and the overwhelming consensus was…our supposed esteemed elite of these communities; believed that Romance authors are a Joke, and Erotic Romance writers even more.

Well needless to say, I was both shocked and appalled for several reasons, the main ones as follows;

            1,  Just because you write non-fiction, doesn’t give you the right to snub other writers.
             2.  Just because you write prose, or literary fiction, doesn’t mean that you are a better writer than I am.
              3. And lastly, hey, your ass stinks just like mine…and until you win a Pulitzer…you and I are equal human beings. Likewise, even if you do win one; you are no better than me; you simply applied the task at hand better than I did.

So I began to poll in my earnest search for the truth!
Mulder swears its out there!

     What do people, besides readers of Romance and Erotic        Romance actually think about authors who write it?

                                                 Well la de da!

Boy did I hit the mother lode!
However, I have elected to change the names of the kind folks that posted, because I’m not trying to hurt people’s feelings, (well except for one tool who just wouldn’t stop ranting!)
:) It’s their opinions, and the great thing about America is that we are entitled to them.
 However, I do feel as though some of the things they said were a bit harsh.
Yet, at the same time it is good to get feedback from the public.

The ironic part is, that most of them have the misconception that all we erotic Romance novelist do is ply them with gratuitous sex!

We have no form in our writing, our skills are nonexistent, we hardly ever have hope for any kind of a plot or goal for our writing, and our characters just aimlessly Screw the shit out of each other through the entire book!
Now this ish… I do take OFFENSE to.

                                                        My plan:

We as Romance, near Erotic and Erotic authors alike need to skool them on what we truly write!  We indeed have substance, heart, talent, and a driving force to write, basically everything else that a “Normal” as they put it fiction writer does Damn It!.

And lastly, if you are a reader of Romance, near Erotic and Erotic Romantic fiction; skool them mofos…because they clearly have no clue what we truly do.

I’m posting some of the comments…so Romance readers can see exactly what they assume.

M&A: wrote:
Interesting dilemma, Alexandria I haven’t read your books, but clearly you have put your heart and soul into them. I think there probably is a segment of the reading public that arbitrarily rejects the “erotic” label. Probably because of a perception that “erotic” is synonymous with gratuitous sex rather than what Faulkner referred to as the “heart” vs. “glands” in his Nobel Prize address. Can an erotic novel have pretensions to art? Of course it can in the hands of a serious novelist. Think Lady Chatterley’s Lover. A marvelous novel, ahead of its time, though it would likely have been categorized “erotic” had it been written today. Now here’s a bit of irony for you to ponder. I first read this as a young teenager in the “expurgated” version. Ran into a lot of asterisks. But it had great power as a love story. Some years later, when the ban was lifted, I read the “unexpurgated” version. Maybe it was dated by then, but I found some of the dialogue (passages like “F___k a flame”) a little ridiculous. In the end, I thought the expurgated version was a better novel. What was left to the imagination was more powerful than some of the explicit passages. I think that is something for every serious novelist (such as yourself), writing in the erotic genre, to weigh carefully.

I highlighted the part where they say…A Serious Novelist…as if to say that Romance writers aren’t in the first place.

Dickweed wrote:
 I find it difficult to take, any writer that uses ‘kinda’ ‘lil’ ‘cuz’shud’ (etc) too seriously - but, maybe, I am just an old British dinosaur ! (No offence meant)

He didn’t even comment on the post, he had to speak on the slang that I used in the post. Basically, showing us all their elitist attitude.
Not to mention, he should have tried punctuation first tee-hee.)

K&C wrote:
I think it depends. I imagine fans of the genre will take the writers seriously but there does seem to be a bit of a stigma on it. Personally, I’m not a huge fan of it. I don’t mind if there are erotic scenes in books, but in erotic novels that I’ve read, it seems that the big goal is to get two people into bed. In addition, that’s what the genre is about I know. But that’s not what I read a book for. I also think that the genre has been hampered in the past a bit by some poor writing and hackneyed or cookie cutter plots. That could be changing, things becoming more sophisticated in the genre. So I do think in the writing world in general, the genre might still be looked down a bit, but I don’t think that’s necessarily fair. It has an audience and if the writing is good, it should be as respected for what it’s supposed to be.

Lmao! at this one…like the Romance community is the only one to have as they put it; bit by some poor writing and hackneyed or cookie cutter plots. Well at least we don’t write a biography as true, then someone rats us out, and the entire world finds out that we’re a fraud.

L&M wrote:
Yeah, I gotta say Alan (yeah, that’s right, I typed “gotta”…hell not to mention “Yeah”), if offence (in America we spell it offense so you’re spelling is really upsetting my spell check) was not meant, why say it? Obviously these are informal discussions in an online chat format, not book proposals or resumes. And please, don’t get me started on British English. Much as I love things British, when I was there in the 80s, there were times I needed the Universal Translator just to understand people. After all, it wasn’t Americans who created rhyming slang. I know the British think they invented English, but they didn’t. They appropriated it from about 80 different other cultures thousands of years ago and slapped their own brand name on it when it started coming together in the form of a language. American English is just another branch of the tree.

Having said that, Alexandria, your stuff (yeah Alan, I typed “stuff”) sounds interesting. If I have a complaint with the erotic genre it’s with those books that put aside plot and character development for sex scenes. But you seem to have a pretty good balance. It’s nice to have a strong female character too. I think one of the things affecting the respectability of the genre is the Harlequin Romance sort of work which I think a lot of people think of when they think romance or erotic fiction. They do seem a bit “assembly line.” Maybe writers like you can bring some legitimacy to the genre. :)

He got serious Kudos from me, and he was hot!

A&P wrote:
As a writer of erotic stories, I can tell you from the feedback I get on, people do take you seriously. Loved this discussion, it was great and full of feedback.

So guys that was just a few I thought I’d share with you.
I’ll keep you posted with updates ;)

And to my fellow Erotic writers, let’s storm the “Normal” fiction masses and show them what we can do!!! ;)

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Monday, April 18, 2016

When should age matter...

Author Alexandria Infante. 
This is the Teaching between Midnight and Dawn & A Lite Farie Tale Series


my friend has this dilemma.
And yes, it is my friend people hahah…not me.

She was dating this guy who she thought the world of, they were going strong for almost a year; then he did a complete 360 degree turn. They began to fight all the time, couldn’t agree on anything, but they still loved each other. So in the interim, she decided to take a break from the relationship.
Granted, he wasn’t feeling it, was actually angry about it….or angry with her because of it…but she felt it was the best thing for them; so he accepted…however…not liked it.
Here comes the drama tee-hee-hee, and I swear there is a next book in here somewhere.

Maybe I can make one a Were…and the other a Vamp lol.


she began to go to new places, did different things from what they used to do, and low and behold…she met this new guy.
Anyway, ladies, ones this ass spanking hot Irish Caucasian guy lol, and the other a Italian wet dream haha.
she showed me lots of pics! 
demanded it!

 cue Shakespearean Chorus…drama begins….

She began to date the Italian dream.
They date for about six months, when the Irish hottie comes back, says he's sorry,  he can’t live without her, (movie here lol) and he needs her in his life.
Now my friend is completely confused, because although she loves the first guy, she’s developed feelings for the new guy.

(I pose this question… can you be in love with two people at the same time?
Readers fight about this all the time. My conundrum with Arieanná in the TBMD series).

Well…it becomes a pissing contest…to see which one can outdo the next.
However, for her…it’s painful, because she now loves both men, but she can’t say no to either.
Crazy part, they both know about each other now, lol; so let the games begin.
I’ve told her to just walk away from both, but I know that’s easier said than done.
What do you guys think?

Ooooh & P.S…the real kicker lol.
The Irish Hottie is 29, & the Italian Dream is 26.
My bestie… 39!
Lol, I love it.
I too date younger men, and love it.
And no people it is not me lma0!
I’m 47.

But I would... take two ass spanking hot youngsters fighting over me any day! ;)

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Sunday, April 17, 2016

Snippet Sunday!

Author Alexandria Infante. 
This is the Teaching between Midnight and Dawn Series

Snippet Sunday!!!

                      Nuadha's Revenge...

Just a lil heads up about Nuadha's Revenge.
Nuadah is a Crossover between the TBMD series...if you "Don't" read Renewal won't have any clue what's going on...


When they reached the halls, the Council members were all there.
“This will be a battle of battles.” Llewellyn stated, Roí nodded, and they both gapped as the huge blonde man suddenly walked into the room with a slight smile.
“Obereion!” Roí shouted astonished, they embraced, then drew away from each other.
“Where is he?” He hissed as Roí drew back.
“I am assuming with Cliodna at Muta Linna.”
“Then that is where I must go.” Obereion spat, when Arieanná halted him.
This was one huge ass man! 
Her brain cried, because he towered over Halleren, and Arieanná knew that Hal was at least 6’4!
Umm…excuse me? And you are? I mean I know you’re fricken huge as shit, but you might need a lil help.” She stated, he stared at her for several moments, then threw his head back laughing.
“From such as wee lass as yerself?” He asked as he walked towards her, then towered over her, the mirth evident in his eyes.
“Don’t let the size fool you big boy.” She returned dryly glaring up at him, then allowed a small portion of her power to roll across his skin, he gasped, then grinned.
Auron growled behind her.
Obereion glanced in his direction, his blue eyes twinkling.
“No need wolf, she is quite fetching, however, I am not interested.” He grinned, Arieanná gave him a look as she felt his power roll up her skin, then grinned back slightly as she mouthed liar.
Obereion threw his head back laughing again.
“You’d be the first.” Jobey mumbled, he heard her, looked in her direction, then grinned.
“I am quite interested in that, however, now is not the time. What do ye have in mind my mycket liten sexig gudinna?” He asked smiling as he looked down on Arieanná, and Daghda stepped in front of her to glare at him.
“Don’t fucken call her thá!” He spat, and Obereion laughed gazing at Arieanná.
“Is thá not what she is? I felt her power, ań why should ye have care anyway?” He asked still grinning, then looked up as the blonde ebbed into the room baring his fangs.
“Because she belongs to me!” Daghda spat, and Auron’s growl became even louder.
“Seems the wolf ań the vampire beg to differ.” Obereion laughed. “May hap, she belongs to none of ye, and is actually waiting for a “true God”.” He laughed in Daghda’s direction, then looked Arieanná in the eyes, her cheeks tinted, and she gasped as she felt something from him latch on to her.
“Maybe she wants none of ye! Can we skip the pissing contest, and see what Roí needs!” Arieanná yelled trying to ignore what he’d done, Obereion laughed again, however, when his gaze shifted to Auron, Daghda, then Sephoroth, it was anything but friendly.
“What is it ye have need of brother?” Obereion asked turning towards Roí, and he sighed.
“Nuadha has returned, ań we believe in line wit Cliodna ań Lokie’s plans. If anything, stop yer brother first ań foremost.”
“Good, ań I shall.” He stated, then turned to go.
“Okay, but wait, what do we do?” Midna cried, and he paused again.
His eyes widened in surprise, and he grinned again.
Kailen stood in front of Midna, and she glared up at him, then moved him out of her view.
“Stop it! This is serious!” She hissed up at Kailen, and they both glared at each other.
As Obereion glanced around the Sentient chamber, his eyes widened, as well as the grin.
“I daresay things have changed greatly since I have been in these realms.” He commented laughing as he gazed at the women surrounding him. They were completely beautiful. “I had no idea we had such ties with humans like this.” He chuckled and Roí shoved him frowning.
“Fine, where is my brother, ań may hap the two mycket liten sexig gudinna can help me seek him out?” He countered grinning as he winked at both Arieanná and Midna, who’s cheeks turned scarlet, as their husbands took a step forward.
“It might just be best if Arieanná ań Midna were to go wit him, ań we keep the fort down here?” Roí suggested, and the men began to protest, when Asa stepped in.
“Shut it, the lot of ye! If this is what ye need brother, then it shall be. Ye have been there for us time and again, and we’ll give ye no shite about it.” He spat in Auron’s direction, and his growl only grew.
“Fine, then it shall be.” Keelik commanded, and Obereion grinned as he held his hands out to Arieanná and Midna. They looked at each other wide-eyed, then made a move forward, when their husbands seized them.
“Ye cannae go wit him, ye know nothin about him!” Auron hissed, Arieanná sighed, then caressed his face.
“Auron…why would Roí send me with him if he didn’t trust him. Think about it baby.” She whispered, he sighed, then closed his eyes into her palm.
“Fine, but I’m not bloody happy about it.”
“Me either, but if this is what it takes to kick Lokie’s ass out of here, then we have to do it.” She hissed, and he nodded. “And take care of my baby Auron, I mean it!” She snapped, and he grinned slightly as he kissed her.
“He can be a pompous overbearing asshole, but he will protect her.” Daghda stated, as she turned and kissed him as well.
“Okay, but who is he?” Arieanná asked as she looked in Obereion’s direction, and he was watching them with interest.
“Even if I told ye, ye wud never believe me.” Daghda said as he drew back from her embrace as she turned to Sephoroth kissing him as well.
“If ye need me, simply call.” Sephoroth commanded, and she grinned nodding up at him as he too glared at Obereion.
“Are we arranged?” Obereion asked grinning, as Midna drew away from Kailen.
“Yea…just a sec.” She said, snapped her fingers, and Arieanná laughed as she suddenly had on sweats, a hoodie and trainers.
“If I’m gonna do this shit, it’s my way.” Midna gripped, then grinned as Arieanná was suddenly wearing the same.
“We out.” She said, and Obereion frowned as he took both their hands.
“What is this, ‘we out,’ phrase?” They heard him question before they ebbed.
“Now what?” Daghda snapped.
“We defend the parameter.” Roí commanded, just as the castle was rocked again by Foreman magick, that sent each of them to the floor.
“Mount up men!” Llewellyn shouted, and the sentries, and the men rushed from the room.
“What the fuck do we do?” Jobey cried, when Roí turned.
“Defend the castle lass, all thá is Faè Light resides in this one place. If they are able to breach the parameter, ań we cannae stop them, it is up to ye lasses to make shure they do not enter. If the Foreman are able to enter the Sentient Halls lovie, all is lost to the Lite Side!” He wailed, and Jobey sighed.
“Great, that’s no pressure at all.” She cried, Roí grinned slightly, nodded, then rushed after the men.
“Kal, you take point.” Jobey commanded, and she nodded as she ran her hand across her abdomen. She gasped when he suddenly appeared grinning.
“What, ye assumed that I would leave ye lass?” He question, Jobey frowned glaring at him, and he ignored her as he walked to Kalanit and embraced her tightly.
“We…shall take point.” He countered glaring right back at Jobey as he took Kalanit’s hand.
Kalanit merely shrugged sheepishly, then walked into the hallway with him.
Thank God Quillan was with the others! Kalanit thought sighing as Merlin tugged on her hand.
“I am so sick of this shit!” Jobey hissed, then gasped as Markus walked into the banquet hall grinning.
She sighed, rolled her eyes even more as the elders began to show up, then said fuck it. Regardless of their reason for being here, it was more power to the lite side, and that was all that mattered right now.
She did however, wonder why Stenos wasn’t present.
“Thought ye might need some help love.” Riley grinned, and Maggy sighed trying not to grin herself.
Thank God Regan was with the other men. She sighed, then nodded as he pulled her towards the double doors to guard them.

Snippet Sunday!!!

Author Alexandria Infante. 
This is the Teaching between Midnight and Dawn Series

Hay hay hay!!

Guess What
 Its Snippet Sundayyyyyyy!!!
        Renewal: Be Careful What You Wish For...


     When he reached his condo Finnlagh let himself in, tossed his keys on the foyer table, and headed straight for the bathroom to shower.
An hour later, he walked out with a sigh.
Finnlagh filled the glass, then frowned as he raised the glass and it reflected the light.
    He hadn’t taken human blood in a hundred years, but there was just something about her, which made it almost next to impossible for him to control the urge.
He walked across the kitchen, put the glass in the microwave, then sighed again.
     “Fuck wanker, get over her!” He yelled at himself as the microwave dinged.
He took the glass out, then padded into the living room and turned on the flat screen.
It wasn’t like he was actually sleepy anyway.
He had another four hours before death claimed him, and with the new shifts in power, who actually knew. He had no clue what was going on, but from his brief conversation with Vexin, he saw that the shite had finally hit the fan. Finnlagh had hoped that he would be well away from it, but it seemed like he was being drawn in, whether he wanted to or not.
100 years, and he’d missed this fucken bollix, but one call from Roman, and here he was in the thick of it!
He didn’t want this; he hadn’t survived for a 122 years, drawing attention to himself.
Seph told him years ago that he would need to join a coven, but it just seemed like a waste of time, especially since he was never in any one place for long periods.
But shite, if this was the muck of it, then he would have no choice!
He sighed as he rose, poured more blood in the glass, then took it to the microwave.
As it dinged, he realized that he didn’t truly want it.
He peered at the glass again, then actually thought about the last time he’d craved human blood.
He frowned as he realized that he couldn’t actually remember it.
Was it because of her that the urge tonight seemed so strong?
   He was nowhere near to an antediluvian, shite, he was only a hundred and 122 years old; but now it seemed as if he were actually near what Vexin would be.
Finnlagh drained the glass, turned off the TV, then walked into his bedroom. He lowered both sets of blinds on his side, but left the front one open, then flipped the stereo on.
    He moaned as T.G.T’s “OMG” seeped into the room, groaning as he pulled the pillow into his body.
That was exactly what she made him feel!
He immediately received an image of her, and groaned again.
She was in bed, the blankets had risen, so one smooth thigh was exposed.
Fuck! Finnlagh whimpered.
He closed his eyes again, then gasped because he was suddenly above her.
     “Are you real? Finally…” She whispered as she encircled his neck with her arms, then kissed him deeply.
    “Yes.” He whispered back, then deepened the kiss.
Shite! He thought…she was liquid heat.
    He felt the rush, then took a deep breath.
He needed to control himself.
His eyes sparkled with lust, as he reached out and pulled her to him kissing her again. She rolled to her stomach, and he growled as he slid up behind her. Her breath caught as he pushed his hips forward, biting her neck at the same time, and she moaned.
His brain screamed, as he tasted her.
He thought gasping to catch his breath. He’d never wanted a woman this bad in his life, and her blood just seemed to sing through his veins.
But he knew he had to be careful, as she pulled him back to her....                                

Social Media @ It's Finest...

Author Alexandria Infante.
This is the Teaching between Midnight and Dawn Series


Cruising some of the sites that I subscribe to, I found myself wondering; 

Why is it that because the internet offers some form of anonymity, people just run with that?

I like to use a lot of slang.
I’m guessing the fact that I’m a Literature teacher, and I have to speak in proper English all day long; I kinda feel like when I’m at home it’s cool if I don’t. Well I was actually taken to task for my usage of slang, not once but twice trashed for it.
I happen to belong to this one site, which promotes dating as well as writing, and some tool said because I used a lot of slang, which he mistook for misspellings; there was no way in hell I could be a Literature/Art History/ Mythology Teacher, (personally, I believe it was just sour grapes cuz I turned his triflin ass down for a date tee-hee-hee).

 Moreover, on Friday, once again someone made a rather nasty comment about my slang. He even went so far as to imply that anyone who uses slang, can’t possibly expect people to take them seriously as a writer.
Can we say Pretentious AF!

Laughably, then again yesterday, I was actually kicked out of a group, because the thread was in an interracial group get this;
Black Women, who Love White Men!

I only went into the group to see what it was about, after laughing hysterically. What caught my eye the most was the fact that it was named Black Women, instead of White Men, who love black women, especially seeing as how the administrator is a white male.
Misogynistic much!

Anyway, I liked many of the people despite the horrible name because c’mon I write multicultural and interracial romance; so of course I am attracted to white men. Well one group member named Shanesha had me in stitches the entire time, because she was hysterically funny.
There was a post from this woman, where in my eyes, she basically set women back centuries.
It was on relationships, and how she made her man her king, how he was the king of his castle, how she made him a hot meal each morning, a homemade lunch, rubbed his feet, blah blah blah.

I can understand this if you are a stay at home wife, (minus the children, because that is more than a fucking 9to5 will ever be!) and you have nothing better to do than that ( hope I don’t offend anyone, but  I did the domestic, not to that extreme, but I did). Well, it’s an open forum, so I was like; well my idea of a relationship is 50/50. You squeeze the orange juice, and I fry the bacon.

Boy, did that start a shite storm lol.

 Some guy named Paul; I wish I remembered his last name, so that he could be put on blast for the misogynistic bastard that he is, responded to the post very negatively. He even went so far as to spew this sexually defined bullshit, and because I called him on it, he began to rudely comment on saying I was bitter, probably hurt by some man, and crap like that. He was looking for a traditional wife (I say more like a backwater slave) and it wasn’t get this…he actually typed like Alexandria Infante. He then stated that I had an attitude problem, and I obviously couldn’t take a joke. The whole ordeal was far from funny, and I was shocked that he would think that it was.

They kicked me out!
Hahaha…off the site.

 I am assuming they have a policy which says no arguing, so I can understand removing people from the site who do. But c’mon on you lil jerk off admin, make it fair. If you’re kicking me off, do the same to him, fair is fair.

 How do I know he’s still on?

Another member I became friends with said the conversation was still going on, he was still talking trash about me, incited the rest of the members too as well, but he was still allowed to be on the site. I could say a whole lot of nasty things about the admin, the guy and the Facebook group as a whole, but I’m just moving on.

However, it does bring me back to the topic of the day;
One of my serious pet peeves about the internet is how people can hide their identity, so it means no one has to take responsibility for what they actually say. People can spew the most hateful, evil, misogynistic, derogatory racist shite they can think of, yet are never held accountable for it.

Just my thoughts for the day, while I sit here doing laundry, sipping my coffee like I’m Kermet.

My thinking, I should stay out of chat groups and social media sites, unless it has to do with my writing, or teaching lol.

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