by Linda Jaivin
1 Horace, 65–8 BC.
Also by Linda Jaivin
EAT ME
Julia is a photographer. Chantal edits a fashion magazine. Helen is a feminist academic. And Philippa is writing a novel. The best of friends, they haunt the designer cafes of Darlinghurst, eyeing the passing talent and swapping stories. Sexy, intelligent and predatory, these four women are creatures of the nineties, as are the men in their lives, Jake the ‘slacker gigolo’, Marc the wannabe feminist and Mengzhong the Beijing sword-swallower. But can we believe the wild and wicked tales these women love to tell each other about their erotic exploits?
With her brilliant wit and silky prose, Linda Jaivin has created a funny and seductive world in which she plays havoc with ideas about truth, sex and power. After Eat Me, lust, laughter, kiwifruit and the Big Merino will never seem the same again.
‘Erotic escapism at its best, with a touch of humour and a touch of class; a blend of fetishism, fun and kiwifruit!’ New Woman
‘… this tossed salad of erotic scenarios charms as few examples of its genre ever have.’ Kirkus Reviews
ROCK N ROLL BABES FROM OUTER SPACE
Baby, Doll and Lati, three spunky alien babes, are trapped on Nufon, the most boring planet in the entire yoon. They steal a spaceship and arrive in Sydney, Planet Earth, in search of sex, drugs and rock n roll. When the babes abduct Jake, a minor rock star and dred-headed charmer, and toss him in their saucer's sexual experimentation chamber, the global warming begins.
The babes form a band, and rocket to rock n roll stardom. Trouble is, Jake and Baby are falling in love, a posse of Nufonians is headed for Earth, the US military is on the case and Eros the talking asteroid wants to dive into the mosh as well. The babes are planning their biggest gig, but can they save the world too?
Rock n Roll Babes from Outer Space is an hilarious erotic romp by Linda Jaivin, author of the best-selling Eat Me. The big bang was never so much fun.
‘Rock n Roll Babes from Outer Space is written with the unexpected sweetness of a writer who's on the outer looking in at something with the sort of fascination and attention that we envy in a child.’ Rolling Stone
