(This awesome headline courtesy of a spam e-mail that I didn't open.)

A couple days ago, a female entrepreneur approached me about product placement. She lives in LA and she apparently found me on MySpace (which proves it actually is good for more than horny men sending me improbable suggestions regarding their anatomy and mine). Anyhow, she asked if I'd be interested in some product placement. As I write erotic romantic comedies (contemporary), she asked if a heroine might ever attend a "toy party" and if she did, perhaps we could work something out if I mentioned her company by name. Discerning Reader wrote a funny ass blog about it yesterday, so check that out too.

Anyhow, luck would have that my current WIP is set in California, and I thought it over before deciding that sex toys could conceivably (and plausibly) have a role in one of my novels. The one thing my heroines have in common is that they're horny bitches. So I said we might be able to do some business. The upshot of this is that she would offer me, among other things, novelties to give away at signings in exchange for product placement. (Yay, dildos for everyone!)

I took a look at her stock online, but I'm not going to link just yet because she's still building her site. All you ladies can rest easy; she does indeed stock the Jack Rabbit, which I understand is a favorite. The one that caught my eye, though, in sort of astonished horror is the one called THE PURPLE TITAN. That thing is huge. And purple. And huge. It seriously looks like it could kill a bitch.


I am guessing at this mythical toy party scene I have yet to write, the ladies will be gazing with awe and terror at its purple-helmeted majesty. And giggling. Don't forget the giggling. Rest easy, my entrepreneurial associate also has models in less frightening proportions.