Fiona Zedde's Blog

Happy October, Darlings!

I think every year I forget what autumn feels like. I remember that the leaves change, sweaters emerge from the back of closets, pumpkin spice everything goes on sale everywhere. But I'd forgotten the way the season smells, that crisper breath of air, the scent of dying leaves that makes a city or town feel as if it's been magically transformed into some place else entirely.

I'm being reminded now of this amazing transformation and the leaves haven't even started changing yet! This town of mine is beautiful and I'm enjoying it immensely. Possibly like I always do every year.

How are you enjoying your autumn?

- Fiona

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The heat is winding down in Atlanta, hot days cooling down into scarf-worthy evenings. I've been settling into being back from my long trip pretty nicely, making connections with people I've enjoyed from afar and hoping meaningful and fun friendships form as a result.It's not all anticipation of turning leaves and cool, rainy nights though. With the recent news of a well-loved colleague's renewed battle with cancer, my thoughts have become introspective even as I send her love, healing, and all the positivity in my entire being. The fight isn't an easy one and the love and positive thoughts of those around you are just as important as the drugs they pump into your body and the instruments used to cut danger from the flesh. Those of us who've dealt with it know all too well.With all this movement going on in the universe, there is still the book tour going on. Next week, I head to Chicago then it's Philly, NYC, and DC. Miles to go and all that.Have a beautiful September, darlings. Love well.- Fiona
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The F Word: A Reading and Discussion with Fiona Zedde

Join novelist, Fiona Zedde, as she reads from her latest novel, BROKEN IN SOFT PLACES, and discusses the forces of attraction and the fragility of romance in her new and previous work.

Fiona Zedde also invites Sheree L. Greer, author of Once and Future Lovers, to join in on the fun!

The F Word. Philly. Let's go!

This event is free and open to the public!

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Sunday, September 29, 2013 @ 5:30 PM
Giovanni's Room - 345 S. 12th Street, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 19107

The Fall is a time of change. A time to shed things that no longer serve us as we prepare for the barrenness of winter which eventually ushers in a glorious and vibrant spring.
In keeping with that change, I've left behind the hot and entirely too delicious Miami. Farewell to the beaches, to the two Starbucks within walking distance of my apartment, that barbershop with the gorgeous lady clients who look like they just stepped off a runway. Farewell Miami and hello again to Atlanta, my first love.
I'm excited about this new change even as I prepare to have a different life in the city I came to adulthood in and left twice in pursuit of other things. Possibilities are everywhere I look. Let's see what I can make of this third arrival in this most magical of cities.
- Fiona

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August greetings! I've just gotten back from a month of exploring the wilds of Costa Rica and the interior of Jamaica. It was a wonderful trip - seeing places I've never experienced before, meeting new people, and visiting with my family.  Traveling to Jamaica for the first time in nearly ten years reconnected me with so many people who I've loved and simply lost contact with due to my own unfortunate "out of sight, out of mind" nature. There was the usual round of tears and the realization that the people I love and once saw nearly every day are now getting older, some getting sick, and will soon be gone from this world. Seeing my loved ones - my uncles, my father - has made me resolved to go home more often, traveling back to the island on a regular basis instead of gallivanting off to previously unknown places. That's where balance comes in. And that's where I find myself now in August of 2013. Searching for balance and seeking to hold my beloveds closer to my heart and to my sight as I go through this life. I don't want any of them - friends included - to leave this world not knowing how I care for them, and that I care for them enough to forgo a foreign expedition so I can hold them in my eyes and arms again. Balancing....  - Fiona
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  Last month at my book release party in Tampa, a couple of fab queer spoken word artists created original poems about my work. Their enthusiasm for my work and their desire to write something original for the party carried me on a tide of happiness all night. This tasty bite is from  Adrien Julious .  Every Dark Desire - a poem by Adrien Julious. This is homeThis sand that has shifted time and space under my toesUnder my back I want to lay hereJoining home with love until it is all the sameLooking upWatching the moon and the sun play double dutch with the skyUntil I feel the tide lapping at my feetAs my lover brings me to the throes of passionIn this moment I forget that it is she who has denied me this glimpse,this smell, this feel of my homeWho turned me into a beast so that mango and cassava no longer quenchmy thirst like the blood of a young manWho stole me away from my ancestorsShe was busy writing my present with palms and fangsWhile I alternated between pain and pleasureMentally and physicallyInternally and externally As lightning bolted into my pussyAnd blood from my brain rushed towards my clitI could only think of all the losses I'd suffered because of this beastAnd all the gainsLifeForeverBut is everlasting life and carnal fucking worth my daughter and my familyThese thoughts tossed backwards and forwards in my headAs Silvija fucked me harder, faster, and deeperPushing free thoughts out of my mind and every dark desire into wheremy soul used to beI didn't know if I still had a soulIf it had been replaced years ago in that hotel room orIf I had been replacing it with bits and pieces of the humans I hadstolen life juice fromAnd in this moment as Silvija grips my hips with her handsBlazing fire into the pit of my bellyAs my body plays rocking horse moving frantically across the sandAnd I begin to cumHowling at the moon of my ancestorsI think of how I will ravage her pussy with my tongueAnd every dark desire is all that matters.  

A few days ago, I left the house to go to an art opening. It had been a long day of half-assed editing and disappointment with my Work in Progress, so it was high time I left the house to do something a little less like work. But, on the way to the art gallery, I made a left turn instead of a right; driving to the beach instead of the art district where there was free sushi, great new art, and friends waiting to be enjoyed.

When I got there, the beach was lovely and peaceful. With only a scattering of people, the sun hidden behind evening clouds, and sunset not too far off. I lay back in the sand and my mind settled. I watched the waves and felt at peace. In that moment, I really appreciated being in Miami. There’s nothing like having the beach close by and living in a city that’s almost too beautiful to be real.  

That evening as I lay looking up at the sky, I realized that Miami, as heavy as it is, can sometimes help to lift a weight from your shoulders.

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Passion is the ultimate seducer

They meet at an invitation-only party in Miami. Desire instantly ignites. Financial advisor Bailey Hughes knows better than to get involved with playboy Seven Carmichael. But the gorgeous, world-renowned sculptor refuses to take no for an answer. And soon Bailey finds herself aboard a private yacht—enjoying days and nights of pleasure beyond her hottest fantasies.

The moment he saw her, Seven was obsessed. From Key West to an intimate Jamaican paradise, he’s embarked on a campaign of seduction to make Bailey his. With a passion the wary businesswoman can’t resist, he’s breaking down all her defenses. What will it take to win what he wants and needs most—Bailey’s carefully guarded heart?