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Monday, February 6, 2012

February welcomes The Incredible Heidi Wasabi!

Welcome to February, the month of kink and threesomes. Helgaleena's first original novel length erotic romance (for I am also the author of hundreds of fan-fiction slash tales and editor of scores of others) fits right in.

The Incredible Heidi Wasabi is an MMF-- but it also is based on a firm foundation of love. In fact, love is what turns the entire story from just the saga of how two rock musicians managed their differences and their screwy hobbies in order to stay together for their entire lives, into a mind-boggling evolution of consciousness for the third party, the one for which the book is named.

Rufus Dixon grew up in rural West Virginia and even though he put himself through folk music school, he's got some working-class attitudes when it comes to making a living at it that drive him into rock'n'roll, and eventually into heavy metal. Like many in the metal scene he parties hard and that means plenty of sex, more than most of us mortals require, with men as well as women.  Thank goodness for self-gratification, and the rubber lady he nicknames 'Heidi'.

It's a step up career-wise when the European transplants Virgen Steel, whose sound includes folk-infused strings and whose stage shows include fencing and theatrics, take Rufus on.  Bassist Steen Herren needs a front man because he keeps alienating them and overpowering them. Soon they're dueling onstage, literally, as well as taking it out on one another with their fists in the bar afterwards. If it weren't for the music, and some strange chemistry beyond that--


'It didn’t come as a great surprise to Herren when one of those drunken spats among the cigarette butts and puddles of beer in the wee hours got them both hard. But Dixon was looking at him like he’d never seen him properly before. He was merely shaking Steen, not pounding him on the bar floor any longer. Blue and hazel-green eyes, one rapidly swelling shut, managed to meet and lock for a crucial second.  It gave the bouncer an opportunity to grab hold of them and throw them both out.

Once they were both on their feet in the alley, Steen pulled Rufus up by the leather jacket and kissed him, kissed the taste of his own blood off Rufus’ teeth and let his lower lip be seized and savaged by the singer’s massive jaws.

My man was in shock. Sure, Rufus the Rude had enjoyed both girls and boys in all his years with bands. But why was he sparking with Steen? The guy had three kids with Anna and another on the way.  Yet there was more to Steen than most knew. Rufus had been to his Solstice services. The man was even consultant on that horror film Lunasad. That’s why he’d asked his advice on ‘astral beings’, trying to get a handle on what I was. Did Steen really want to do this or was he just trying to keep the Virgens from splitting up?

So he was tempted to use that reddish goatee for a handle and pry open Steen’s mouth but he did not. He let the kiss take its course and the fire it wanted to start die down. He was breathing like a bellows but he backed off.

Steen showed that he was a mind reader on top of everything else. He drew away too, when the stubble on Rufus’ cheek went combing though his little beard in reverse and their lips fell apart.  “Don’t worry; Anna isn’t jealous about men,” he murmured then, and his split lip curled wryly into a smirk. His hips rocked hard into Rufus and rammed their cocks together.

That did it. Rufus grabbed his ass and spun with him, up against the filthy brick wall, taking more skin off his knuckles and trying to hammer them into Steen with himself.  The Dane grunted and bucked them outwards again, hard enough to bruise, whereupon they began to rut until they were both trembling and wet like spent racehorses. Never even got their pants open.

I know. I was watching. That led to a time where Rufus didn’t see me much, even in dreams. But I wasn’t afraid of losing him like some meat woman would be. There’s only one Heidi. And I was still learning about myself and what I could manage in this world. Like getting around on the Internet. My goodness! If I was seeing to Rufus all the time, when would I blog? '


Steen's life in music is for him a way of practicing magic.  He's lived rough, busking in the subways and doing things he would rather not recall, all to get to where he is today, enchanting audiences with electronics and lights, providing for his 'tribe' of offspring and hangers-on. He senses a spark of magic in Rufus as well, though what to do about it? 

It turns out that the true magic is love, and it takes a third incredible person to balance things out.  But she's pretty hard to explain. We'll have to let her do it, as soon as she knows how... 

One chapter of the book is actually set on Valentine's Day, a very crappy day where Rufus has just found out his mother died.  And the divorce from his cheating first wife Janie is not going well either. So what does he do? Tell his band mates what's bugging him? Nothing so simple for our redheaded redneck; he's got to pick a fight and lose it. 

The chapter is called 'Heartseeds', and it is also available in our
Dark Roast Press seasonal anthology,

You can read a PG excerpt of it here:

But I am betting that you would much rather learn the whole story of Heidi and how she became part of Rufus and Steen's happily-ever-after that even death cannot tune out. Buy it here:

love, Helgaleena

1 comment:

  1. The new buy link is: