All About Love Blog Tour Featuring Allison Hobbs
By APOOO • Feb 17th, 2009 • Category: All About Love •
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Allison Hobbs
I’m the author of eight bestselling novels, Big Juicy Lips, The Climax, Insatiable, Dangerously In Love, A Bona Fide Gold Digger, The Enchantress and Pandora’s Box. I have also written two released novellas: One Taste and Disciplined: An Invitation Erotic Odyssey, which is part of a three-book series. My short story, The Private Room is included in Zane’s anthology, Purple Panties. In addition to writing novels, I am one of the contributing writers for Cinemax’s Zane’s Sex Chronicles.
My musical tastes range from tinkling new age to hard core rap and classic R&B. I love serious independent films that encourage me to think on a deeper level, but then I’m totally riveted by the silliest reality TV shows…go figure.
On a more personal note, I’ve been married and divorced three times and though I’ll never take that walk down the aisle again, I still believe in LOVE!
ONE TASTE is part of the collection of the innovative new imprint, Strebor Quickiez. If you want a highly-charged, erotic journey that can be experienced in the span of one day, this book is for you. ONE TASTE is guaranteed to hit all the right spots and leave you breathless!
Here’s a tidbit…
Together since high school, Regina and Matt Wheeler are married years before Matt’s lackluster performance in bed puts Regina in a sexual funk.
While they’ve never had great sex, the prospect of no sex at all may drive Regina over the edge. Then one day, she discovers a special “friend” that blows her mind by giving her the ecstasy Matt never could.
What Regina doesn’t realize is that Matt’s performance slump has been perpetuated by her constant state of dissatisfaction. He finally decides to step out on his marriage to get what he needs-and he does it with a much younger woman. But the “love drug” she provides proves to be highly addictive.
And for both Regina and Matt, one taste from their other lovers may never be enough…
ALL ABOUT LOVE ESSAYby Allison Hobbs
I love art in all forms. Music, art, theater, film, and literature. I love it all.
Art museums are sanctuaries for me. I can spend an entire day inside an art museum, admiring the brilliant work of da Vinci and other Italian Renaissance artists, Renoir and the rest of the innovative impressionist painters. I’m moved to tears by the thick brush strokes of African-American folk artist, Horace Pippin whose work depicted the simple things, like the tenderness of black family members toward each other. In recent times, I’m enthralled by the work of Synthia St. James and particularly some of her latest pieces, such as, “Circle of Promise,” healing art meant to encourage hope, promise, healing, and love-rewriting the story of African Americans and breast cancer.
Oh, how I love music. From the wondrous melodies of new age harpist, Andreas Vollenweider to rapper, Lil’ Wayne with his distinctive raspy voice and trademark giggle. I can’t leave out my first musical love…R&B. I get all nostalgic and weepy when I listen to classic Philly sounds or old Motown hits.
Thought-provoking independent films are my favorites. If I see Forrest Whitaker’s name included in the cast, I know the film is going to be really deep. On the other hand, I’m riveted by the silliest realty TV shows…absolutely hooked on The Bad Girls Club. Go figure!
With all that said, I can honestly declare that nothing touches my heart or soothes my soul quite like African- American literature. I can still remember the feeling of awe when I finished reading, The Autobiography of Malcolm X, Roots, Another Country, Song of Solomon, Their Eyes Were Watching God, The Blacker the Berry. These books spoke to me, struck a chord. Changed me forever, leaving an imprint on my soul.
I can recall when African-American literature became a separate entity, segregated from other fiction. Back then, the shelves of this “new” genre were meager. I discovered Mama by Terry McMillan during those days. The next trip to that barren little aisle called African-American literature, I saw McMillan’ name again. The title was Disappearing Acts. I didn’t bother to read the back cover. I grabbed it and rushed to the counter. Who was this Terry McMillan? At that time, I didn’t know. But I knew that I was walking to the counter holding something that felt sacred in my hands.
Years later came the thrilling shock of Zane…her bold words, blazing and scorching across the pages…changing up the game.
Though controversial, today’s explosion of African-American literature and it’s sub genre’s…street lit, urban lit, erotica, you name it…in my opinion, it’s all wonderfully groundbreaking and I feel privileged to be a contributor to this exciting era that will be discussed, dissected, and analyzed for many years to come.
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I love reading your books. I’m not big on Urban or Erotica, but I can read your works and enjoy them. It’s good to be multi-faceted when it comes to the arts.
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The 1st book I read by you is Pandora’s Box…hooked every since.
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Nice interview