 An erotica novel written as Sophie Mouette (with Teresa Noelle Roberts), Black Lace Books, 2006.
“Sophie Mouette… It’s pronounced ‘Mmm—wet!’”
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Reviews
“Mouette handles the sizzling sex…with a generous hand…. This is a delightful, amusing and sexy whodunit.”
– Romantic Times Book Review (4 stars), August 2006
“Sophie Mouette has a sizzling erotic romance with Cat Scratch Fever…. The twists and turns in the plot kept me guessing and I really liked the end, without a doubt…. Cat Scratch Fever is a very good erotic romance and I highly recommend this great read.”
– Just Erotic Romance Reviews (4 stars)
“This isn’t erotica with a plot. This is an erotic romance within a whodunit. And the result is a fabulously entertaining arousing work of erotic fiction with a very well developed plot and strong characters. Cat Scratch Fever won’t just arouse you, it will divert you from the cares of your day.”
–A Romance Review (4 roses)
Cat Scratch Fever was one of only two novels to make Violet Blue’s 2007 “Sex Books That Don’t Suck” list!
Cat Scratch Fever combines a cleverly unfolding mystery with some steamy sex among the animal cages to leave you purring with pleasure.”
– For Women (Vol 14 Number 4)
“…Ms. Mouette entwines erotica and mystery together wonderfully and is able to keep you entertained through the whole tale. Spicy hot, this is definitely the ideal bedtime story.”
–Coffeetimeromance.com
Cat Scratch Fever is an erotic romance that starts with a bang and keeps pumping and grinding until the end…. The plot was intriguing and filled with enough sex to keep readers panting.”
–Lovesromancesandmore.com
Excerpt
“I’m glad you’re free,” her boss, Katherine, said, “because Gabriel Sullivan is here, and I need you to show him around.”
Who? Felicia scanned her desk, looking for a note to herself that might reveal who Gabriel Sullivan was and why she had to play tour guide.
“The representative from the Zoological Association,” Katherine prompted.
Oh. The Evil Suit who was coming to make sure that their budget issues weren’t affecting the cats. The very thought made Felicia want to growl and unsheathe her claws. It was unthinkable that anyone on the staff here could bear to see anything happen to one of the cats. Hell, they’d all already taken voluntary pay cuts. Okay, the Southern California Cat Sanctuary looked a little shabby around the edges, but it was all cosmetic. Their first priority was the cats: food, shelter, and the breeding program.
She didn’t like him already.
Gabriel. The name conjured up the image of a nebbish little man, short and round and balding, with squinty eyes. Someone who hadn’t been laid in far longer than she. Felicia licked her lips and smiled. Fine. She’d blind him with her charms, he’d write a nice report, and everybody would be happy.
“I’ll be right out,” she told Katherine.
She felt around under her desk until she found the strappy sandals she’d kicked off, and stood, straightening her skirt. With the heat, she hadn’t bothered to wear hose. Her legs were long, toned, and tan. All the better to entice you with, nebbish man
She slathered lip gloss on her lower lip and went to meet him.
There was no short, balding man in the gift shop. However, there was someone akin to Felicia’s primary sexual fantasy: Tall, broad-shouldered and narrow-hipped, with a fine ass evident even beneath the crisp khakis he wore. His light brown hair was tipped with gold, like a Bengal cat.
He turned from the rugby shirt display (the SCCS logo was appliquéd on them) and smiled. A dimple flashed. Her mouth went dry.
“Mr. Sullivan,” she managed.
His handshake was strong, his hand warm and dry with a hint of rough calluses that implied he worked with his hands.
Do not think about the work his hands could do on your body.
“Gabe, please,” he said.
Ah, now that name suited him. Short, masculine, easy to cry out in the height of passion.
No. She had to stop thinking like that. He was the interloper, the enemy. She plastered on her best marketing smile, took a deep breath, and began her promotional spiel about SCCS.
“We’re home to some of the world’s most endangered species of cats, and are considered a foremost breeding centre.”
She held open the glass door for him. The dry desert heat slapped against her as they stepped outside, stealing the moisture from her mouth. They paused, letting their eyes accustom to the glittering sunlight. In the desert this far from Los Angeles, neither clouds nor smog filtered the sun’s direct rays.
“I’m familiar with SCCS’s work, Felicia,” he said. “I’ve done my homework—I don’t need the brochure.” Before she had time to huff out a breath of annoyance, he continued, “How did you end up working here?”
“I was sick of working in the city,” she said simply. “Sick of the backstabbing, the people who didn’t care about where they were working, who just wanted to get ahead. It was all so…pretentious.”
He didn’t say anything as they walked, and something compelled her to add, “I’ve always loved animals, especially the big cats—my parents used to have to bribe me with stuffed tigers to get me to leave the tiger enclosure at the LA Zoo—so this just seemed perfect.”
Good lord, she was talking about herself as a child. It was both unprofessional and unsexy. But he was smiling, and she totally lost her train of thought, staring in fascinating at the dimple that flashed on his left cheek.
Then the smile was gone, and he was looking, not at her anymore, but at the stark-looking cage before them. In the back, sprawled on a plywood box that served as a “cave,” a jaguar eyed them lazily.
Felicia hastened to explain. “While we do have a few older cages left, we’re working towards having natural habitat enclosures for all the cats.”
“Is that what your upcoming fundraiser is for?”
She debated what her answer should be. He probably already knew, and was testing her.
“Not exactly,” she admitted. “Although that is our long-term goal, this fundraiser is for more basic needs. We’ve lost some key donors in recent years, and we need to build that support base back up.”
She didn’t tell him about the wolves at the door. The local community of Addison had expanded closer to SCCS’s land, and that land was now prime space for, say, a mall. If they couldn’t build up their donor base, get some serious contributions, and pay their bills, a buyer already lurked nearby ready to snap up the land for his nefarious commercial purposes.
As if she wasn’t under enough stress organizing this fundraiser.
She was hyper-aware of Gabe’s presence as they walked along the simple concrete path between the sets of enclosures. He smelled good, some sharp, spicy scent that was half-aftershave, half healthy masculine sweat. He looked unfrazzled by the heat, though; his short-sleeved, dark blue shirt (which matched his eyes) was still crisp and dry.
None of it, not one bit of it, helped her libido. Or maybe it helped itself.
Her nipples tightened beneath her professional-looking, apricot silk shell, her lace bra suddenly erotically confining. In fact, all of her clothes seemed too constrictive. She wanted someone to peel them off her, slowly and deliberately. She wanted to sink into a cool pool of water with a very naked, very hard man.
She tried very hard, really she did, not to think about Gabe being that very naked man, but for crying out loud, she was only human!
His body hair would mirror the hair on his head, she guessed: gold-tipped. There would be a dusting of it on his chest, just enough that she could run her fingers through it, gently tug on it. Pink nipples would peek shyly out from beneath the fur. She’d flick her tongue over them, and he’d respond with a gasp and a wordless plea. Many men didn’t know how erogenous their nipples could be, and she amused herself by trying to decide if he was one of them, or if he knew, and would appreciate that she guessed the truth.
Either way, he’d like it, a lot. His cock, pressed against her belly, would twitch and throb. What would his cock look like? Pale at first, then blushing like a virgin bride as it fully hardened and begged for attention, a single sweet tear escaping that she would lick away. Then she would pause, looking coyly up at him, to see his reaction. Those blue eyes would darken further, to slate. Would he ask for more with just his eyes, or more? She guessed—hoped—he’d be verbal. It made her shiver with delight when a man pleaded. Told her what he wanted. Beseeched her for more.
But it went both ways. He’d want more, but he’d also want to give more. Oh, he’d be the type to not be satisfied unless he knew the woman he was with was satisfied, too. It would be a matter of pride.
Her thighs trembled, weakened by lust. The spike heel of her sandal caught on the edge of the walkway, and she stumbled. Gabe reached out a steadying hand and caught her arm.
She swore her bare flesh sizzled where he touched her. Her already peaked nipples began to ache. His hand was strong, large, and then she was imagining that he was spanning her waist with those hands, lifting her up, pressing her against the bars of the cage and driving himself into her…
“Are you okay?”
She came out of the fantasy to see Gabe staring at her with concern.
She couldn’t stop herself. She rested her hand on his and purred, “I’m better than okay. I’m sensational.”
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 An erotic romance novel written as Sarah Dale (with Sarah Husch), published by Cheek Books, 2007.
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Reviews
“Dale’s story is a strong romance with a bit of angst and some well-executed character development. The characters engage in sexual antics, including consensual bondage and sex toys, and secondary characters help the plot develop.”
—Romantic Times Book Review (4 stars), October 2007
Excerpt
Hannah peered through the glass in the studio’s door. The recording booth was empty, but through the window that separated it from the performance room, she saw Nate Fox again.
He sat at a piano, his back to the door. That surprised her. She’d have thought he would be playing his guitar. Her heart gave a curious thud and she felt adrenalin shoot through her body, heightening her senses. Glossy black hair fell over the collar of his teal blue shirt, shorter than it used to be, but still long enough to wrap around her fingers. The muscles of his shoulders moved easily beneath the shirt as he played, and she imagined running her fingers up his back, over his shoulders…
Music spilled out when she opened the door. It was one of his older songs; she recognized it immediately. She closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her, absorbing it through her pores. It reminded her of thunder on a sunny day, coming unexpectedly, promising rain and wind and raw power.
Hannah slipped inside to stand unobtrusively just next to the doorway connecting the rooms. She knew in theory what all of the knobs and levers and lights did—she couldn’t have grown up the daughter of a producer without picking up a few things—
but it had never been where her interest lay. She was fascinated by public versus private persona, by media, by the psychology of it all.
And she was fascinated by Nate Fox.
She was within a few yards of him, but he hadn’t seen her yet. He was obviously lost in the music. He leaned back so far she thought he’d tumble over except for the fact that she’d seen him perform the maneuver in music videos and on stage.
He played the final few notes, his hands stilling on the keyboard. For a moment, he sat, arched back, eyes closed, listening to the music fade away.
Then he opened his eyes and saw Hannah.
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Nate stared. Even upside down, the woman standing by the door was a knock-down, drop-dead stunner. He hadn’t heard anyone come in…
Maybe the blood had all rushed to his head and was making him hallucinate? It had never happened before, but if this was a hallucination, he was perfectly happy to have it continue.
He sat up and spun around on the stool. The vision was still there, which implied she wasn’t a mirage. Even better.
She had long red hair that looked as though it would feel like fairy gossamer if he touched it. She had a redhead’s creamy skin and a pair of amazing grey eyes.
And then there were her legs. Oh my, her legs. Her suit skirt was tasteful even though it was short, and her strappy high heels accentuated the line of her calf and the strength of her thighs. He imagined running his hands along those legs, and felt his cock stir. It took all of his concentration to wrest his mind away from the lustful thoughts, before his leather pants announced to the world what he was thinking.
The woman took a graceful step away from the wall. “Nice performance,” she said. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”
“Oh, not at all,” he said. He stood and held out his hand. “Nathaniel Fox. But you can call me Nate.”
“Hannah Montgomery.”
His hand tightened on hers. The bones of her hand were delicate, but her grip was strong. The gaze that met his was confident and assessing. An exotic scent, light and heady, stole around him. He found himself wanting to breathe it in, and wondered if it would be stronger there at the soft skin beneath her ear. “The infamous Hannah. I’m honored.”
“I’m infamous?” she asked. Her voice was just the tiniest bit husky, which he found incredibly sexy. He’d liked it on the phone. He liked it even better in person. He wondered how it sounded when she cried out in passion.
“Of course,” he said, forcing himself to stay with the conversation. “The woman who saved Jenna Glenn’s ass? Who rejuvenated the career of Simone DePaolo? Who helped take Double Zero out of the realm of boy bands and into the adult market?” He was suddenly glad he’d paid attention to Sam’s list of her credentials. “We’ve all been intrigued.”
She smiled, just a little, revealing a dimple in her left cheek. “Intriguing. I like that.”
She trailed her tongue across her bottom lip, moistening the curve.
Nate wanted to follow the path of her tongue with his own. His grip on her hand loosened, but only to trace his fingers on her palm. He wondered how far she would allow the flirting to go. “So do I,” he said. “I hope I’ll get the opportunity to get to know you better.”
Hannah grazed Nate’s palm with her fingernails, smiling appreciatively when she saw him draw in a sharp breath. “You will. Sam wants me to be hands-on with the PR. We’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” he said.
“So am I,” she purred, and finally let go of his hand. He still felt the tingle of her sharp caress on his palm. And it had shot all the way to his cock, leaving him uncomfortable and suddenly looking forward to what he’d previously expected to be a boring dinner.
“Sam sent me to fetch you,” Hannah said, and the thought of being fetched by her sounded amazingly kinky, the way she said it.
Nate spread his hands. “I’m at your mercy.”
He wondered if she knew how much he meant it. Nate picked up his jacket and gestured for her to precede him out the door.
Which he did not only out of politeness, but also because it provided him with a fine view of her ass.
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The sway of Hannah’s hips masked the shaking of her knees. Dear lord, he was flirting with her. She hadn’t expected that to happen quite so fast. Was he like this with every woman?
Then she decided that it didn’t matter. He was flirting with her, and she was going to take every advantage of it. The fact that he showed an interest would make her goal that much easier to attain. She would tease him into insanity, make him long for her the way she’d always wanted him. Then, after she’d repaired his image and got him back into the realm of rock gods, she would have him. After her job was done. She’d better keep reminding herself of that.
Still, the fact that he showed such a strong interest—as evidenced by the clear outline of his thickening cock against the line of his pants—thrilled her to the core.
It was all she could do not to touch him in the elevator. Nate dominated the small space, filling it with his warmth and deep earthy scent. Her heels brought her closer to his height, but there was something about him that made her feel petite, delicate. She felt the pull of him, felt it down deep inside where it made her blood rush. And he did it all without even trying. He just leaned casually against the wall, making the silk of his shirt stretch against his chest, widening the vee above the buttons at the top. Blue eyes edging into black watched her with an intensity that made her very aware of herself as a woman.
The sweat on his neck looked very enticing. Hannah wanted to run her tongue along it. His black leather pants laced up the front, and she ached to unlace them with her teeth. She wanted to hear his reaction to that. But she behaved. There would be time enough to seduce him, even if she had to wait. She’d waited all these years. She understood patience. Hannah smiled at that, feeling a great sense of satisfaction when Nate’s gaze went to her mouth.
The elevator seemed to be heating up. If there had been mirrored tiles on the walls, Hannah was sure they’d be steamed. Of course, she might not have been able to keep her hands to herself if they had been. The urge to see herself wrapped around his semi-naked body would have been too much to resist.
His reaction to her now more than made up for his reaction all those years ago at the bottom of her stairs. If he’d looked at her then like he wanted to push her up against the wall and bury himself inside of her, she wouldn’t have had a clue what to do.
Now she’d have no problem thinking of a response.
The elevator jerked to a halt, the doors hissing open. Nate straightened, pushing one hand through his hair, disheveling the already tousled strands. Giving her a smile that made her thong damp, he followed her into the foyer where Sam was waiting for them.
Hannah smiled at Sam when they joined him. She had to pull herself together. Had to stop mentally peeling the clothes off of Nate and urging him to touch her.
She was a professional. She could do this.
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“She has so many aliases, you’d think she was a spy!” (Kate Willoughby)
Hello, and welcome! I’m so glad you’re here. Can I offer you a cup of tea or glass of wine?
In these pages you’ll learn all about my various projects (and my various pseudonyms). Whether you’re looking for character-driven, spicy romance; sizzling erotica; or speculative stories set in the past, present, or future, you’ll definitely find something to enchant you and thrill you here.
What’s New? The summer is shaping up well, with lots of exciting sales and publications! Check out the News page for all the details!
I’m hard at work on several projects, including an urban fantasy and another co-written Sophie Mouette manuscript (this one’s paranormal erotic romance), as well as the usual slew of short fiction. As if the summer isn’t hot enough!
I’m looking forward to attending the Romance Writers of America National Conference at the end of July/beginning of August. It’s in San Francisco this year, and I’m planning to spend the final day playing in the city with a friend before heading home. I also have a speaking engagement lined up in July, and I’ll be on a panel at my local RWA (LARA) meeting after the convention to talk about what we all learned.
For up-to-the-minute (well, mostly) info on what my life is like, check out my online journal. Hope your summer is filled with magical days and steamy nights!
Email: cyvarwydd at mac dot com
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- A Little Night Music, an erotic romance novel written as Sarah Dale (with Sarah Husch), Cheek Books (Virgin Books UK) (ISBN 978-0352341105), June 2007
- Cat Scratch Fever, an erotica novel written as Sophie Mouette (with Teresa Noelle Roberts), Black Lace Books (Virgin Book UK) (ISBN 0352340215), August 2006
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As Dayle A. Dermatis
- “If the Shoe Fits,” The Trouble With Heroes anthology, DAW Books, forthcoming
- “Proof of Devotion,” Fabulous Whitby anthology (ISBN9780955846205) , Shrew Press (UK), 2008
- “Some Old Lover’s Ghost,” Haunted Hearths and Sapphic Shades: Lesbian Ghost Stories anthology (ISBN 978-1590211625), Lethe Press, May 15, 2008
“…unexpectedly romantic [and] heart-wrenching”
– Rainbow Reviews
- “Hell’s Belles,” DeathGrip: Exit Laughing, HellBound Books, November 2006
- “The Sultan’s Sons,” Clash of Steel: Assassin, Carnifex Press, December 2005
“I was particularly struck by the little gem, ‘Sultan’s Sons’ by Dayle A Dermatis. This was, in my opinion, the shortest and strongest story in the entire collection.”
– www.horrorreader.com
“You want something new and something fresh and I think I got that when I accepted [a story] from…Dayle Dermatis. I’d like to think that someday these…writers will be at the forefront of the new age in Fantasy and I can say that I helped them in my own small way.”
– Armand Rosamilia, Editor of Clash of Steel
- “Stitch in Time,” BattleCorps.com, September 2005
“Dayle Dermatis weaves us a tale of ’shear’ bravery and bravado.”
– www.classicbattletech.com
- “Pledges of Allegience,” BattleCorps.com, August 2005
- “Feline Design,”Ghostbreakers anthology, Rage Machine Books, 2005, available to order at lulu.com
- “Mirage,” BattleCorps.com, January 2005
- “A Matter of Perspective,” Scheherezade, Autumn 2004 (Iss. 27)
- “What the Tales Never Mentioned Was That She Had a Daughter,” Wicked Little Girls anthology, Allegra Press, October 2003
- “Blood & Promises,” Glyph, October 2002
- “Return,” Raven Electrick, March 2002
“Another awesome flash piece is, ‘The Return’ by Dayle A. Dermatis. This coming of age flash blends ancestor worship and lunar travel through a poetically inventive conceit of ’speaking trees’. This piece is a flash SF triumph, recommended for both theme and technique.”
–sfreader.com
- “…Of Human Sacrifice and Parents’ Tears,” The Witching Hour anthology (ISBN 978-1931095259), Silver Lake Publishing, February 2001
- “Creative Arsenal,” Jackhammer e-zine, Oct - December 2000
Preditors & Editors Poll 2000
Author, ranked 34; Story, ranked 24
- “The Power to Change the Shape of the Land,” Sword & Sorceress XVI anthology (ISBN 0886778433), June 1999, ed. Marion Zimmer Bradley
- “Bane, She,” Haunts, January 1996 (Issue 30)
reprinted in Vermont Voices III anthology, 2000
- “What Dragons Prefer,” Marion Zimmer Bradley’s Fantasy Magazine, Fall 1994 (Iss. 25)
reprinted in Dragons: A Celebration of the Greatest of Mythical Creatures anthology (ISBN 0962703044), January 1996
Cauldron Award, third place,
Marion Zimmer Bradley’s Fantasy Magazine
- “Riding Into Faerie,” Lost Worlds, August 1994 (Vol. 6, No. 10)
- “Accidental Victim,” Vermont Voices II anthology, May 1994
- “Snowblind,” Lost Worlds, January 1993 (Vol. 5, No. 4)
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As Andrea Dale
- “The Witch of Venice,” Screaming Orgasms and Sex on the Beach anthology, Pretty Things Press, forthcoming
- “The Heist,” Frenzy anthology (ISBN 978-1573443319), Cleis Press, November 1, 2008
- “Tigress,” The Mammoth Book of the Kama Sutra anthology (ISBN 978-0762433933), Running Press, September 29, 2008
- “Party Favor,” Dirty Girls anthology (ISBN 978-1580052511), Seal Press, April 15, 2008
- “The Queen of Xmas,” Naughty or Nice anthology (ISBN 978-1573442947), Cleis Press, October 28, 2007
- “In Flight,” Best Lesbian Love Stories: Summer Flings anthology (ISBN 978-1593500351), Alyson Books, October 1, 2007
to be reprinted in Best Lesbian Romance 2009 (ISBN978-1573443333), Cleis Press, January 1, 2009
- “Undoing the Laces,” Hide and Seek anthology (ISBN 978-1573442916), Cleis Press, September 28, 2007
- “I Need a Man,” Crossdressing: Erotic Stories anthology (ISBN 978-1573442886), Cleis Press, August 28, 2007
- “Just Be,” Iridescence: Sensuous Shades of Lesbian Erotica anthology (ISBN 978-1593500047), Alyson Books, June 2007
- “When the Rancher Needs a Loan,” Cowboy Lover: Erotic Stories of the Wild West anthology (ISBN 978-1568583303), Thunder’s Mouth Press, May 2007
- “From Bitter to Sweet,” Got a Minute? Sixty Second Erotica anthology (ISBN1573442712), Cleis Press, March 2007
- “College Reunion,” C is for Co-Eds anthology (ISBN 1573442658), Cleis Press, February 2007
Campus cuties suddenly away from home explore new sexual delights in this charming collection. With stories like “College Reunion” by Andrea Dale and “While She Was Dancing” by Thomas S. Roche, who’s got time to study?
–amazon.com
- “Working Late,” She’s On Top anthology (ISBN 1573442690), Cleis Press, February 2007
- “On the Twelfth Day,” He’s On Top anthology (ISBN 1573442704), Cleis Press, February 2007
“The stories in He’s On Top run the gamut from sweet to ferocious. There’s ‘Confession,’ in which an unhappily married couple reinvent their marriage in the harsh language of dominance and submission, and ‘On the Twelfth Day…’ wherein a pair of lovers determines how deeply into the lifestyle they can bear to explore. Those stories read as gritty and hot, quickly giving me a girlie-wood with their excellently-written sex.”
–JanesGuide.com
- “Finding Perspective,” Ultimate Lesbian Erotica 2007 anthology (ISBN 1555839703), Alyson Press, January 2007
- “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner,” For the Girls, August 2006
“It’s not often a story can make you feel horny and hungry at the same time, but this one had me hankering for lobster and asparagus. Combining dominance and submission with food is great fun.”
–Judge’s comments
- “After the Rain,” Travelrotica for Lesbians: Erotic Travel Adventures anthology (ISBN 1555839584), Alyson Publications, August 2006
- “Your Gift to Me,” Ultimate Undies: Erotic Stories About Lingerie and Underwear anthology (ISBN 1555839614), Alyson Publications, July 2006
- “Subtle,” Secret Slaves: Erotic Stories of Bondage anthology (ISBN 1555839622), Alyson Publications, July 2006
- “A Sensitive Sole,” The Sexiest Soles: Erotic Stories About Feet and Shoes anthology (ISBN 1555839606), Alyson Publications, July 2006
- “On Tour,” Sex…on the Move, Wicked Words anthology (Black Lace Books, UK) (ISBN 0352340347), June 2006
- “Mrs. Claus and the Naughty Elf,” The MILF Anthology (ISBN 1562014919), Blue Moon Books, May 2006
- “Redemption,” Fishnetmag.com, March 2006
- “Lily La Rouge, or, The Ghost of Erotic Presents,” Fishnetmag.com, March 2005
- “Frozen,” Dyke the Halls anthology (ISBN 1885865465), Circlet Press, 2003
reprinted in Best Lesbian Erotica 2005 (ISBN 157344202X), January 2005
reprinted in Best Lesbian Bondage Erotica (ISBN 978-1573442879), August 2007
“BLE is still the benchmark with which everyone else is trying to compete.”
– S. Bear Bergman
BLE 2005 was a 2005 Lambda Literary Award finalist.
- “Peppermint,” Torquere Press, December 2004 (contest winner; no longer available)
- “Water,” For the Girls, December 2004
- “Return to Wildwood,” Sacred Exchange: Stories of Transcendence and Spirituality in Dominance and Submission anthology (ISBN 1562013475), Blue Moon Books, 2003
“In Andrea Dale’s ‘Return to Wildwood,’ Julia inherits the ancestral home along with its mysteries: ‘Every mistress of Wildwood has kept to the rituals.’ There’s a villain making her an offer she can’t refuse and a woodland guardian spirit offering protection in return for submission both painful and ecstatic… ”
– Gary Switch, www.sensuoussadie.com
“Andrea Dale’s ‘Return to Wildwood’ is a well-crafted romp…”
– Alexander Renault, www.alexanderrenault.com
- “Artistic License,” Touch Words, Vol. II, December 2002
reprinted in Erotic Fantasies: Tales of the Paranormal anthology (ISBN 1594573379), April 2004
- “Dreaming the Dance,” Satin Slippers Notable Entry 2002 Contest, July 2002
- “Fond Memories,” Hoot Island’s Flash Contest, June 2002
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As Sophie Mouette, written with Teresa Noelle Roberts
As Sarah Dale, written with Sarah J. Husch
- “Are You Ready for Me,” Sex…and Music, Wicked Words anthology (Black Lace Books, UK), October 2006
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- “In Her Hands,” a romantic erotica novella, was a finalist in Lori Foster’s Brava Novella Contest 2004
- “The Best Catch,” What’s Love, May 1996 (Vol. 2, No. 5)
reprinted in The Breathless Moment e-zine, April - May 2000
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Email: cyvarwydd at mac dot com
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She’s like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls
Like the girl in the picture that he couldn’t afford
She’s like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward
Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors
~~ Marillion, “Pain and Heaven”
“She has so many aliases, you’d think she was a spy!”
~~ Kate Willoughby
Dayle A. Dermatis is a published writer of romance, erotica (as both Andrea Dale and Sophie Mouette, the latter in collaboration with Teresa Noelle Roberts), fantasy and science fiction, and media tie-in. Cat Scratch Fever, her first novel (as Sophie Mouette), was published by Black Lace in August 2006, and she and Sarah J. Husch (writing as Sarah Dale) saw publication of A Little Night Music by Cheek Books in August 2007.
Dayle grew up in the Adirondacks of upstate NY, but somehow ended up on the opposite end of the country, living in central, northern, and southern California before embarking on a 4-year sojourn in Wales, UK (where she eloped properly in Gretna Green, Scotland). Currently she’s back in southern California, although she continues to travel frequently within the U.S. and abroad (37 countries to date), often via motorcycle.
She lives within scent of the ocean with her beloved, Ken, and two cats from Wales, one with three legs and one with extra toes. When not writing, she can be found doing historic re-creation with the Society of Creative Anachronism (with interests in costuming, weaving, and herbal concoctions), following her favorite band, Styx (73 shows to date), or renovating their 1911 Craftsman-style bungalow.
(Author Photo by Matthew Campbell, taken at Stonehenge)
Interviews
I had a blast being interviewed by Michelle M. Pillow on one of her Pillow Talk Tuesdays!
Kate Willoughby, fellow Los Angeles RWA member, interviewed me in her blog.
Sarah and I, as Sarah Dale, were interviewed by Cheek Books.
Teresa and I, as Sophie Mouette, were interviewed by Black Lace Books.
The lovely and talented Vera Nazarian interviewed me as part of her Author Stop Tour series. (Check out the other interviews, too–she’s lined up an impressive set of excellent writers!)
I was interviewed by Carnifex Press, who published my story “The Sultan’s Sons” in Clash of Steel: Assassin.
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