Sunday, December 26, 2010

Out Now: Dial 'S' For Sex By Tilly Andrews

Sizzler is thrilled to be able to bring out a fantastic new erotic landmark book by our star writer, Tilly Andrews: Dial 'S' For Sex!

She Found Fulfillment In Submission! When Alice overhears a couple having sex, she discovers herself in a stranger world than anything the fictional Alice found in Wonderland! Although Alice thinks the couple she hears have forgotten to put the receiver down, it's all part of a carefully prearranged plot. The man is all too aware that she is listening. Soon he begins a game with her, testing her obedience a step at a time. Alice finds herself mesmerized by the power of his will, and finds herself obeying almost as if in a dream when he orders her to go to various London hotels and act out his fantasies with strange men and women. Each time she is instructed to leave the phone off the hook, so that he can listen in. Alice's response surprises her, for the more she obeys him, the greater her fulfillment. As their relationship and the game deepens, Alice longs to meet her mysterious master. Only when the two are face to face at last, does she fully understands the true nature of the game they have been playing.

Out Now: Getting Lucky By C. K. Ralston

Sizzler is extra-pleased and extra-proud to be be able to bring you a wonderful new book by out acclaimed author of extra-hot erotica, C. K. Ralston: Getting Lucky!
 When She Won the Lottery - Her Luck Changed! Everyone wanted her and she wasn't about to say No. But did they want her for her money or herself? Follow one Lottery winner's odyssey through sex and beyond. 

Out Now: The Tribe By David Jewell

Sizzler is very excited to be able to present a brand new book by our best selling author of steamy fiction, David Jewell: The Tribe! 


  In a savage future women must agree to become slaves to stay alive.

A Solstice Carol By Angela Caperton

Here's a wonderful holiday treat from the always-wonderful Angela Caperton - author of the extra-wonderful Darkness & Delight.


“Please, Miss Scrooge, I’d like to leave.
You know tonight is Solstice eve.
My wife and I have a dinner date,
Then she and I will …conjugate.”
“Go on, Cratchit, if must needs,
Off to do your Solstice deeds.”
And Emma Scrooge turned away
While young Bob went on his way.
The season’s profit, full and green,
Perhaps the best she’d ever seen,
But someone has to do the work
That Cratchit and his ilk will shirk.
While fools frolicked ‘round their trees
And took their Christmas eggnog ease,
She’d calculate the golden till
Disdainful of the season’s thrill.

Miss Emma S. was fair of face,
And had the beauty of a Grace,
But not one lover had she known
And always had she slept alone.
Now as she added up her sum,
She heard a rhythmic, playful hum,
And looked up from her desk to spy
A dreadlocked ghost with bloodshot eye.
She gasped and scrambled for her gun.
“Na worry, mon, I’m here for fun.
I’m tellin’ you an’ get dis right,
Wi gwaan hab a bashment night.”
She guessed whose ghost this must be, sure,
But why on earth had he come to her?
He spoke no more but took her wrist,
And the room dissolved in ganja mist.

Then from the smoke, a grove took form,
Midwinter, yes, but still quite warm.
A Roman man, in tunic gay
Greeted her with a bright “Ave.“
She saw by his paraphernalia
He celebrated Saturnalia.
The hat he wore was everyman’s;
As he probed her with his Roman hands.
She realized that she was nude,
And he, engorged with rectitude,
Ensured the rebirth of the sun
By thrusting deep beneath her bum.

Senses shattered, mind a’reeling,
Overwhelmed with intense feeling,
Scattered wide the bright conundrum,
She woke anew in jolly London.
A handsome man in waistcoat bright,
Greeted her with pure delight,
And as her breath and heartbeat quickens
She recognized old Charles Dickens!
Or at least his phantom, stout of  form,
With eyes that pledged a pleasant storm,
And a happy smile, did what he may,
Took her in a Victorian way.
Full of spritely Christmas cheer,
He put his hands beneath her rear,
And raised her up to meet his pen
To write a tale with a happy end.

Breathless with the Yuletide coming,
Serenade by Rasta humming,
Traversed mists of chronal suture,
Into an unimagined future.
Nigh weightless on a lunarscape,
Wearing but a silver cape,
Awaited by a  moon-bred lass,
Full of breast and round of ass.
“I greet you, woman of the past,
Of this night’s lovers, I’m the last.
Let me show you the sweet way
That we in lowest grav can play.”
Then the sportive lunar maid
Bent to the cleft where bliss is made,
 And with her tongue and fingers free
Licked and flicked Em’s zero G.

All across the plain of years,
Miss Scrooge’s cries rang Yuletide cheers,
And soon she fell in motion slow
Back to her time in afterglow,
Ope’d her eyes, and knew she’d dreamt,
Smelled the fading trace of hemp,
Heard a distant reggae tune,
Looked out upon the fulsome moon.
And knew that she’d been granted bliss
To celebrate the winter’s kiss,
To learn the songs that pleasures bring,
And out of winter birth the spring.

For each is given but one life
And much of it is woe and strife,
So seize the chance for pleasure bright
Upon the longest winter’s night.
And in the days that lay ahead
Miss Scrooge grew fond of giving head.
The ghosts before her and behind
Were often on her randy mind.
And all who knew her oft did say,
How much she’d changed that Solstice day,
Reborn, inspired, and fond of fun,
Her life renewed, just like the sun.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Out now: Slaves Of The Medusa By Irena Candy

If you like your erotica with sex, bondage, fast-action, hideous deathtraps, and amazing secrets then look no further than the amazing Slaves Of The Medusa by Irena Candy.  This is a hot new book that will satisfy you in all kinds of wonderful ways!

A classic pulp adventure filled with liberal doses of sex, bondage, fast-action, hideous deathtraps, and amazing secrets. Billionaire collector Kerlan Gyre has a secret hidden under his black dressing gown; a huge, hot, secret that fills women with awe and men with fascination. Gyre wants an ancient golden relic called the Emerald Casket and sets his sloe-eyed sexual temptress, Zoë Chan the task of getting it for him. Chan, called The Medusa because of her power to control men's minds, knows that cool-handed adventurer Edward "Pecker" Noland has the little trinket, and she intends to get it from him even if she has to do murder along the way. When Zoë Chan is hot, she is really hot and she can burn men's minds to prove it. Half a dozen men have already fallen prey to her unnatural lust, and Noland and Melrose might be next. Their only hope is the gorgeous young Hispanic girl, Myra, slave to Kerlan Gyre, whose lust for Melrose leads her into betrayal and the fulfillment of forbidden desire. A strange sex-magic cult called Scarlet Lamb is out to get the relic too, because its members think the ancient artifact will give them the power to perform miracles. A band of ninja mercenaries has been paid to hijack it, and if they have to leave a trail of blood-stained corpses behind them during the process, they will. Gyre's cold blonde whip mistress, Madame Lizabeta, and the evil Dr. Guthrie make their plans in Gyre's secret hideaway above Los Angeles, a luxurious mansion filled with oriental luxury and beautiful houris that can drive a man mad with desire. Noland and his trusty pal, Ryan Melrose, face death, seduction, and life-time sexual bondage if they can't carry out their mission – to save the Emerald Casket and return it to its rightful owners. 

Out Now: The Proof Of Mastery [Pony In Training #2] By Terri Pray

Sizzler is very happy to be able to bring the fans of Terri Pray's Pony In Training series a brand new book in the sexually thrilling world of pony training: The Proof Of Mastery.  If you liked the first book you'll love this new volume.

The Stable Master has set his sight on training a Pony Girl. Refusing to let anything stand in the way, he plans to put his pony through tests that will offer the ultimate proof of his mastery... Cover art: Joel Wideman 

Out Now: Dimensions Of Desire By David Salcido

Sizzler is extremely excited to announce a brand new collection by the erotic master, David Salcido: Dimensions Of Desire.  This wonderful collection will not only expand you sexually but tickle your imagination in all kinds of new and amazing ways.  Highly recommended!


Dimensions of Desire combines science fiction and fantasy to create contemporary side trips through the veil of possibility where the strange and erotic lurk in both familiar and unfamiliar places. Here you will encounter a different kind of vampire who sucks more than blood, a celebrated demon slayer who wakes to find himself trapped within the voluptuous body of his gorgon girlfriend, a living sex toy whose only desire is to become a real boy, a seductive evil that preys on the average in exchange for the exceptional and a fledgling hunter seduced by the urban elves he is sworn to destroy. Sprinkled liberally throughout are stories of superheroes on the make, zombies in love, Christmas elves with kinky proclivities and marauding aliens who can be anything you want them to be, so long as you want them to be blue. All these personalities and more trip the veil fantastic, revealing colorful histories, unique viewpoints and dark carnal desires that will astonish, arouse and provoke. The author, David Salcido is the reigning Chaos Coordinator for the adult literary arts e-zine, Blue Food. Over the past 16 years he has edited and written for such notable entertainment magazines as Entertainment Weekly, Playtime, Video Business, Pop Smear and Impulse, as well as on-line at the travel guide www.2Camels.com and suspect thoughts: a journal of subversive writing. As a fiction writer, his credits include Redsine Ten, Yellow Silk, Space And Time, The Journal Of Sister Moon and the American Poetry Anthology. His most recent play, Rain Damage, is scheduled to hit the boards in the Spring of 2005. "A literary side salad combining elements of pathos, bliss and whimsy tossed lightly with fast and loose reinterpretations of pop culture icons." –M. Christian

Out Now: The Connoisseurs & Other Tales [The Art Of Spanking #1] By Don Winslow

Sizzler is proud to bring you the first book in the Art of Spanking Series by our bestselling Don Winslow: The Connoisseurs & Other Tales!

Rosy cheeks. blistered bottoms, firm manly hands, and connoisseurs of the art of spanking populate this enthralling collection from bestselling author Don Winslow. Included are such irresistable stories as The Connoisseurs, A Woman of Substance, Amelia Brings her Pet to Work, Entertainment for a Rainy Afternoon, Travels with Aunt Leigh, The Taking of Pamela Harris, Candace is Taken for a Ride, and Wednesday with Wendy. "In women the buttocks takes the shape of delectable curves, an irresistible appeal to the hand.  To spank is not to beat.  It is to caress and violate at the same time. I know of nothing more magnificent than buttocks that buck under the hand, stiffen, then beg the next blow.  They give themselves and rebel in same motion…" -Eva Lindt ( Jean-Pierre Enard). Art: Don Winslow 

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Call for Submissions - A Lover’s Feast: Sensual Food Tales Edited By A. Rosselini and M.Christian

A Lover’s Feast: Sensual Food Tales
Edited By A. Rosselini and M.Christian

"Almost every person has something secret he likes to eat."
M.F.K. Fisher (1908-1992)

"Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly."
M.F.K. Fisher , 'An Alphabet for Gourmets'

An anthology of gay, straight, and lesbian stories exploring erotica in the world of, and featuring, the elegant and creative mixing our love of great food with our love of great sex. To be published by Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions (http://shop.renebooks.com).

Sex has always been essentially, sensually linked to food. Just think of the terminology we use to describe sex – isn’t most of it the same words we use to describe a fantastic meal, or the act of eating? Men and women, here in almost every country in the world share their passion for a great meal with their love of wonderful sex.

While the tales in this anthology will be about cooking and eating food, they will not take place in just the kitchen or the bedroom. Taking settings and situations from history as well as other cultures that prize the culinary as well as the erotic arts, A Lover’s Feast: Sensual Food Tales will celebrate both food and sex’s preparation, presentation, and enjoyment in many different places and from many different recipes. How does a German woman prepare a succulent Black Forest Cherry Cake? How does an Arabian woman serve her husband behind closed doors? How does the sultan entertain his guests for dinner – does he invite his whole harem or just one special woman?

These stories will push boundaries, ones that go beyond the woman grabbing a cucumber and having sex with it. Anybody can do that. Sex can be blatant or just flirting around the edges of erotica. This book is about taste – all kinds – and about creativity. These will be stories that will arouse, amuse, amaze, and whet everyone’s appetite for more!

Have a recipe idea instead? Excellent! Submit sexy, playful, erotic recipes instead of stories but they have to be original (not copied from a book or such).

Stories and/or recipes may feature humor, horror, romance, or mystery, but all submissions must be explicitly erotic. Stories featuring rape, underage characters, homophobia, bestiality or 'violence porn' will not be considered.

Both previously published and original works will be considered. Authors are welcome to submit stories, original recipes, and/or both.

If you have questions about whether or not your story may work for this anthology, please contact M.Christian at zobop@aol.com or A. Rosselini at alynrosselini@yahoo.com with your questions or concerns.

Story length: 1,000 to 5,000 words
Deadline for Submissions: March 1, 2011
Rights: First North American Anthology Rights
Payment: $25, paid on publication
Please include A Lover’s Feast Submission: (Your title) in the subject line.

Email submissions should be sent to M.Christian at zobop@aol.com or A. Rosselini at alynrosselini@yahoo.com (rtf format only, be sure to include contact information on all attachments).

M.Christian is - among many things - an acknowledged master of erotica with more than 300 stories in such anthologies as Best American Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bisexual Erotica, Best Fetish Erotica, and many, many other anthologies, magazines, and Web sites. He is the editor of 25 anthologies including the Best S/M Erotica series, The Burning Pen, Guilty Pleasures, The Mammoth Book of Future Cops and The Mammoth Book of Tales of the Road (with Maxim Jakubowksi) and Confessions, Garden of Perverse, and Amazons (with Sage Vivant) as well as many others. He is the author of the collections Dirty Words, Speaking Parts, The Bachelor Machine, Licks & Promises, Filthy, Love Without Gun Control, Rude Mechanicals, and Coming Together: M.Christian; and the novels Running Dry, The Very Bloody Marys, Me2, Brushes, and Painted Doll. M.Christian is also an Associate Publisher for Renaissance E Books.

A. Rosselini's erotic works have appeared in Blood Lust Anthology, Underneath It All Anthology, Erotic Fantasy: Tales of the Paranormal Anthology, Story Mistress, Blue Foods, Sensual Venus, Satin Slippers, She Loves Sex.com, Toasted-Cheese.com, and many others. She is the author of the upcoming Shadow Seducer Series: Wicked Kisses (Book 1) and the upcoming Aztec Skinwalker series: Erasing Teresa (Book 1). She teaches sex positive writing workshops such as Writing a Short Story, The Art of Erotic Writing, and How to Move the Story Along. Her mainstream fiction stories have appeared in the local newspaper and webzines. She has a blog and uses twitter to connect with interesting people.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Out Now: How To Write And Sell Erotica By M.Christian

Sizzler is extremely pleased and proud to be able to announce the release of a book that will more-than-likely become a standard for anyone interested in pursuing a career as an erotica writer: M.Christian's How To Write And Sell Erotica!

"Want to write erotica and GET PUBLISHED? Then do yourself a favor and buy this book!"
-Marilyn Jaye Lewis, author, founder The Erotic Authors Association

No one knows more about writing and selling erotica, from inspiration to publication, than M. Christian. The author of over three hundred stories, eight collections of his own shorter work, five novels, and the editor of over two dozen anthologies, he has seen process from every point of view, as writer, editor and publisher. In this unique insider's guide, he makes the path easy for others with lifesaving tips, hard-earned lessons and personal observations, including how to:

* incorporate the key elements that make an erotic story sell
* think sexy and cultivate your erotic imagination
* create plots and characters that turn readers on
* put the right dash of sex in a sex story
* sell your work to magazines, websites, anthologies, book publishers
* write convincing stories for sexual orientation and interests beyond your own
* find the best internet resources for writers of erotica
* pinpoint the right place to sell your work
* get along with editors and publishers
* respond correctly to fans, reviewers and criticism
* and much much more

"... practical insider’s tips ... a fearlessly honest look at the realities of publishing erotica ... will educate, amuse and inspire veterans and new writers alike. A must-read."
-Donna George Storey, author Amorous Woman

M.Christian is - among many things - an acknowledged master of erotica with more than 300 stories in such anthologies as Best American Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bisexual Erotica, Best Fetish Erotica, and many, many other anthologies, magazines, and Web sites. He is the editor of 25 anthologies including the Best S/M Erotica series, The Burning Pen, Guilty Pleasures, The Mammoth Book of Future Cops and The Mammoth Book of Tales of the Road (with Maxim Jakubowksi) and Confessions, Garden of Perverse, and Amazons (with Sage Vivant) as well as many others. He is the author of the collections Dirty Words, Speaking Parts, The Bachelor Machine, Licks & Promises, Filthy, Love Without Gun Control, Rude Mechanicals, and Coming Together: M.Christian; and the novels Running Dry, The Very Bloody Marys, Me2, Brushes, and Painted Doll.

Plus streetwise advice fomleading writers like:
    • Cecilia Tan
    • Thomas Roche
    • Catherine Lundoff
    • Donna George Storey
    • Jude Mason
    • Lisabet Sarai
    • Patrick Califia
    • Sage Viviant
    • Shanna Germain
    • Carol Queen

Out Now: Her Ecstacy [The Her Temptations Trilogy III] By Heather McVey

Here's some great news for fans of Sizzler's best-selling Heather McVey: the release of Her Ecstacy [The Her Temptations Trilogy III]!  If you like your erotica hot, hot, hot, and then this is the book for you!

Shelly's no good husband cheated on her between the wedding and the honeymoon. She caught him, kicked him to the curb, and headed off on her honeymoon alone. Damned if she would ever fall in love again! All Shelly wanted was to seduce and shed as many men as possible. But when she felt herself beginning to fall in love with Guy Pearson, the handsome blue-eyed diving instructor, Shelly fled him after one night. Yet, no matter how many men she slept with after Guy, she never found a man who scratched her itch quite the way. Scared of being hurt, the only man Shelly truly wants is the only man she won't allow herself to have. Now fate has brought them back together, and as they make love, Shelly realizes again that no man will ever fulfill her like Guy Pearson. But can she ever give her heart to or trust a man, again? 

Out Now: The Adulteress A Novel Of Bondage And Beyond By N. T. Morley

Sizzler Editions is extremely pleased to announce the publication by our best-selling author, N.T.Morley: The Adulteress A Novel Of Bondage And Beyond By N. T. Morley

When Joey decides to cheat on her boring older husband, she takes it all the way -- to a sleazy biker bar where she's claimed by a dominant man and trained to serve him in every humiliating way his sadistic mind can dream up! Trapped in the nameless biker's trailer, Joey submits to him utterly in a nightmare of liquor, drugs and perversion that sees her bound, spanked, humiliated and violated while being videotaped. But, secretly, Joey loves (and hates) everything that happens to her, all the while dreading the walk of shame back to her husband's bed. Yet, every minute she spends under the biker's thrall, she becomes less of a wife and more of a slave… From the bestselling author of The Office Trilogy, and other modern classics of BDSM. Cover art: Joel Wideman

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Sex In San Francisco - The Cover!

Sizzler is extremely pleased and proud to announce the imminent publication of M.Christian's anthology Sex In Francisco.  The book has some truly great stories by Donna George Storey, PM White, Renatto Garcia, Adele Levin, Shanna Germain, Craig J.  Sorensen, Theda Hudson, Jude Mason, Neve Black, Mykola Dementiuk, Jeremy Edwards, Anna Reed and Lily Penza.  

Stand by for when the book goes live but in the meantime here's the beautiful cover.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Out Now: The Stall [Pony In Training #1] By Terri Pray


If you like your erotic fiction steamy, wild, and, best of all, with a horsey sensibility, then you absolutely have to check out this brand new book by our bestselling Terri Pray: The Stall [Pony In Training #1]!

When the Stable Master sets his sights on a slave to train as a Pony Girl he refuses to let anything stand in the way of turning her into the best Pony the Island has ever seen. Her body his. Her mind his toy. When he's through with her will all traces of humanity will have been stripped from her and only the Pony remain"... 

Out Now: Where Erotic Danger Dwells By J. Troy Seate

Here's great news for fans of hot, wonderfully written, erotic fiction: a new collection of stories by J. Troy Seate, Where Erotic Danger Dwells!

Stories of dark and dangerous, and sometimes downright evil, sex. In Dangerous Desires, the discovery of a yellowed letter opens a door to the past that is perhaps better left closed. For Estelle and Andrew, sex and desire are only part of the puzzle. In Scottish Rites, a warrior journeying back to his homeland weary from battle, meets someone that will evoke swords, sorcery, and oodles of randy sex.  Lord Torradan will never be the same, especially when the moon is full. In Estelle's Protege, sex is shown to be more than love or pleasure.  It can also be the means to an illegal end.  Such is the case when a gritty dame will do whatever it takes to be satisfied. Plus many other stories that mix eros, mystery, and even evil. By the fabulously gifted short story writer. J. Troy Seate. Cover art: Ello

Out Now: Nude in New Zombieville: A Novel of Future Bondage by J. W. McKenna

Here's a wonderfully sexy, playful and, behaps best of all, UNDEAD treat: The release of a brand new  J. W. McKenna novel,  Nude in New Zombieville: A Novel of Future Bondage.

The zombie plague grips the U.S., reaping chaos and destruction from coast to coast. The government collapses, leaving survivors to fend for themselves. Some are better equipped to handle the crisis and manage to stay alive during the first long and tragic year. But danger lurks around every corner and with each day, the remaining survivors become more desperate to find safety. This is the story of seven such survivors who, trying to find safety, stumble upon a strange compound where women are kept naked and subservient to men. They can't fight the zombie horde, so they agree to go inside and live in this strange new world. 

"(We Should All Be Together) Christmas Day" performed by Bill Mills

Here's a wonderful holiday treat: the very special Bill Mills, a great friend of all of us here at Renaissance, performing "(We Should All Be Together) Christmas Day."

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Out Now: To The Manor Bound By Don Winslow

Sizzler is thrilled to announce the publication my our best-selling BDSM author Don Winslow: To The Manor Bound.  A superb example of Victorian-style erotica, To The Manor Bound, will not disappoint!
Stingingly fresh Victorian erotica as only bestselling author Don Winslow can write it. In this pulse-pounding bondage novel in the classic style, Lady Maude and Lord Maxwell, a very advanced couple with a taste for b&d, decide to help a relative loosen up his very up-tight wife. Soon they are educating her on the ins and outs married life and the proper devotion a wife should pay her husband. Spanking, whipping, corseting and a number of orgies ensue. At first the new wife hates it, but then she realizes she likes all these delicious new sensations and experiences. Good Reads calls Don Winslow "a master eroticist." Rudolf Spoerer says, "Don Winslow is a master Victorian erotica author and I recommend this book highly!" 

Out Now: Wolf Magic: A Fantasy Of Werewolves And Witches In The Twilight By Sascha Illyvich

The one-and-only Sascha Illyvich is back with a brand new paranormal erotic novel: Wolf Magic: A Fantasy Of Werewolves And Witches In The Twilight.  If you like your erotica fierce and hary then this is the book for you!

An enthralling contemporary fantasy, and a passionate erotic romance. Marco and Selene. Werewolf and witch. He is the sexy, rebellious young werewolf whose anger and violence are legendary. She is a sexy, mature witch into whose care the elders of his pack have given Marco. At once she realizes he is more dangerous and powerful that the other werewolves. To Marco she is the most desirable woman he has ever met, and he knows he will never give up until he possesses her. As she attempts to show him wisdom, he subjects her to his very considerable charms.  Something has to give - and does. As nights of torrid lovemaking and nights of the full moon when he tears himself from her side alternate, neither suspects that they are at the center of a conspiracy by the leaders of Marco's pack, or that they may all be pawns in an ancient prophecy from the dawn of time. For the love that binds them both is bringing death nearer with every beat of their hearts. Marco is strong and Selene wise, but these are as nothing to the power of the danger that threatens them. Cover: Laura Givens.

Out Now: Take Your Slave To Work Day & Other Tales Of Discipline And Restraint By Elizabeth Coldwell

Sizzler is extra-proud to announce the release of a collection of guaranteed-to-be-hotter-than hell stories by the guaranteed-to-be-fantastic Elizabeth Coldwell: Take Your Slave To Work Day & Other Tales Of Discipline And Restraint.  This is BDSM erotica at very it's finest!

What are your deepest, most secret desires? Do they involve the kiss of a whip against your bare back, the feel of a palm swatting hard against your unprotected ass, the click of handcuffs around your wrist? If so, you are not alone. The characters in this collection experience that same kind of discipline and restraint. In Local Boy Makes Bad, an interview with a producer of bondage films offers Holly the opportunity to experience at first-hand her fantasy of being bound and helpless. Hope, in Take Your Slave To Work Day, couldn't have expected what happens when her mistress takes her away from her familiar domestic routine and back to the office where she once worked. In Princess Academy, a spoiled little rich girl is the ideal candidate to receive a very special lesson in manners from the head of the eponymous Academy. Not to mention the experiences awaiting the scantily-clad holidaymaker who pushes her teasing exploits too far in Flaunting It, the sissy maid striving to please her most demanding mistress in Tulip Serves Tea, or the builder who fulfills all his best friend's kinkiest fantasies in Remodeling. As for the rest of the stories -- but that would be giving too much away... Elizabeth Coldwell lives and writes in London.  Her stories have been published by Black Lace, Cleis Press, Total-e-Bound and Xcite Books among many others. Cover: Joel Wideman.

Friday, November 19, 2010

How To Sell Erotica Panel! - Now On Radio Dentata!

If you haven't had a chance to listen to the How To Sell Erotica Panel, that was recorded live at the Center for Sex and Culture in San Francisco - and which featured celebrated and award-winning erotic authors, Donna George Storey, Blake C. Aarens, M. Christian, Gina de Vries, and Jean Marie Stine - here's another chance as the entire panel will be broadcast at 10:00PM EST, Monday, November 22nd, and Thursday, November 25 at 7:00PM EST, on Radio Dentata!  If you miss the broadcasts don't despair as the show will be archived on Radio Dentata immediatly afterwards.

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Here's more info about this very entertaining and informative event: 


If you're interested in writing erotica for fun or, yes, even money, this is a wonderful opportunity to learn all there is to learn about creating sexually explicit stories, dealing with editors and publishers, how to bring sex and sensuality to life in your work, plus all kinds of tips and tricks, and much, much more!

The panelists at this entertaining and informative event were:
  • Donna George Storey, a writing and book promotion columnist.
  • Blake C. Aarens, who writes award-winning erotic fiction.
  • M. Christian, writer and anthologist who has sold over 300 short stories, five novels and edited over two dozen anthologies.
  • Gina de Vries, whose fiction, journalism, memoir, and smut have appeared in dozens of anthologies.
  • Jean Marie Stine, author, former magazine editor, and publisher of the erotic ebook pioneer Sizzler Editions.

Topics discussed by these respected erotic professionals include:
  • How did you sell the first story you got paid for?
  • What elements make an erotic story sell?
  • What are the easiest markets to break into?
  • How do you dream up sexy story ideas and sexy scenes?
  • What's the right amount of sex in a sexy story?
  • Is it possible to write convincing stories for sexual orientations and interests beyond your own? If not, why not? And if so, how do you do it?
  • What Internet resources for writers of erotica would you recommend?
  • Any thoughts on how to get along well with editors and publishers? Do's? Don't's?
  • Have you ever experienced negative reviews or criticism from fans? If so, how do you deal with it?
  • Have you ever sold the same story more than once? If so, what is the most times you have ever sold one story?


Monday, November 15, 2010

Out Now: Midnight Mistress By Heather Lynx

Sizzler is very pleased to be able to bring you a brand new release from out celebrated and best selling author, Heather Lynx: Midnight Mistress. 

Her apartment was was in the plush area just off Sunset Blvd. Some of the most powerful men in Hollywood came groveling to suffer at her feet. They called her "Mistress," she made them pay for everything men had ever done to women. They paid in cash as well as in pain. She was Hollywood's top dominatrix. Then officer Larry Schmidt, a veteran LAPD police officer, meets Chet and Lance, two men who have been visiting a woman therapist and wear the marks of their therapy - a bruised buttock, swollen gonads and a torn nipple - like a medal of honor. Obsessed with the therapist, known as Mistress Sonya, Larry agrees when she contacts him and insists on meeting him under her own terms. They joins her in a hotel where he blindfolds himself, handcuffs himself to the bed and experiences first hand her kind of therapy.  To his dismay afterward, he still doesn't discover who she is.  But he is intrigued by how sexually intense Mistress Sonya's therapy is. She decides to meet him again under the same circumstances. Before she leaves, she makes him an offer to reveal her identity if he will consent to exploring the needs she has helped him discover deep inside of himself.  She also makes it clear that she doesn't want him as a client but as a soul mate.Photo: Thomas Hodges. 

Out Now: Skillfully And Lovingly: Tales Of Male-Male Love And Lust By Jan Vander Laenen

Sizzler is extremely proud to announce the publication of Skillfully And Lovingly: Tales Of Male-Male Love by Jan Vander Laenen: a brilliant new gay erotic collection by a writer we are sure will amaze you as much as he amazes us. 

Dazzling male-male encounters - from the depths to the sublime. Jan Vander Laenen is one of Europe's most celebrated gay male voices. This first ever collection includes stories from Best Gay Erotica, Best Gay Love Stories, Bears, Passions, Stories of Extreme Sex, and more. The Duquesnoy Trilogy is a miniature outline of the leather scene; A Glass of Cognac, a very French story about betrayal and unfaithfulness. Many of these stories are situated in Brussels, Belgium, the city where he happens to live and which, as the capital of the European Community, already displays the international chaos characterized by our present world – and that makes it the perfect breeding ground for an author with imagination.

Out Now: Hardcore - A Novel Of Bondage By Scylla

Sizzler is excited to announce the publication of Hardcore - A Novel Of Bondage By Scylla.  If you like your BDSM hot, hot, hot then you're 'bound' (sorry) to like this new book!

Her submission was a badge of honor. Jane Beresford has given herself up to hardcore BDSM. Every night she endures the utmost extremes of pain and degradation. Men with unquenchable thirsts to dominate and humiliate women use Jane as if she had no value at all except as a conduit through which they could satisfy their lusts. But throughout it all, Jane secretely glories in everything that she is subjected to. Why? What is Jane's secret? Find out in this unique novel from the masterful pen of Scylla, author of Rope! and Love Bombs. 

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Excerpt From Siddella’s Surrender By Sascha Illyvich

For your enjoyment, here's a teasing taste from Sascha Illyvich's new novel: Siddella’s Surrender.
Thief of the Low Court of Faery, discovers she's stolen something very valuable to the cybernetic ruling class. Crashing a party, she doesn't realize that the Black Angus, Faery's legendary guards are present. With voracious sexual appetites that make modern BDSM players cringe, she fears the Black Angus will find out her one most personal secret along with the data she stole.

Lord Frika has organized the Black Angus in an assault on the cybernetic ruling class of the Unseelie Kingdom in an attempt to begin reversing the damage computers and technology have done to Faery.

Seeing Siddella, he realizes that this little party crasher is more than just a thief and that she holds the key to not only restoring Faery but to his heart. Can an thief who values freedom fall in love with a fierce fighter with a taste for chaining his lovers and then degrading them in every way he can imagine? Can the two them work past personal issues to save Faery from a fate worse than death?

Or will her forced surrender be too much for the Faery to handle? 

 
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Chapter One

She ducked into the shadows, using the large buildings as cover against the onslaught of electric bolts being fired at her by the Cyber-Fae.  Heaving breath, sweat covered and barely clothed, she had only herself to blame for trying to steal data from a high ranking Comrade in this part of town.

What little magick she could summon, she pulled from deep within and used it with a cloak chant.  The Cyber-Fae chasing her wouldn’t be able to sense her unless her temperature fluctuated much.

In this cold weather, that was unlikely.

Fae in the Unseelie Kingdom knew only one temperature.  Freezing.

Lights from hover cars zoomed past her, the whirling sirens of the Cyber-Fae’s elite police force speeding past her.

Siddella’s heart pounded loudly against her chest.  In these lands she could not call enough magick to warm her body or still her beating heart since the grid took ever little bit of energy from the inhabitants to power the computers used to run the city-state. 

Sinking deeper into the shadows, Siddella remained still as a brick while silently praying for the return of the Goddess and God to these lands. She hadn’t been here personally to experience what was once the great Unseelie Kingdom but stories abounded of a time when there was no military other than royalty and weapons consisted of magick, not metal. 

Another moment passed in what seemed like an eternity.

Using her magick feelers, Siddella picked up the presence of others who were not Fae and they were close by.  Probably more military.  There was supposed to be a demonstration today.  She hoped to avoid detection and blend into the shadows while making her way back to meet her contact. 

They wouldn’t help her but their scents would help mask hers once she mingled in with them.

The trick was, did she have enough glamour to change her appearance and get into whatever event was going on.

A little food would help.  Disappearing from this hateful realm and into the Seelie Kingdom would be a better fate than dying under the thumb of a merciless ruler who sold his own people out for technology in an attempt to provide security against a non threatening enemy.

Or, perhaps she could get to Earth and masquerade as a Goth while living out her days in peace.

 The money her contact promised for this information would certainly get her out of the Unseelie City-State. 

Siddella crept along the building side until she reached the back wall that ran along the length of the high rise.  Peering up between the buildings, she noticed a sliver of light between the brick wall and back edge of the building.  She could slither through, race along the line of the wall and bypass being spotted if she kept her balance. 

Her stomach grumbled. 

Siddella set a hand on her tummy and clutched at it.  A shiver ran through her.

She swallowed hard.

The sky opened up and began to pour white snow from the clouds.  The sounds of other Fae yelling and scurrying inside to avoid the snow echoed through the alleyway. 

Siddella didn’t have a choice.  She had to make it into one of the nearby buildings before the electric snowfall zapped her.

Since the weather had changed so drastically in the Unseelie, Gods and Goddesses left.  The land which lived at will no longer reflected Faery culture.  Random beautiful storms that showered Faery with colorful liquid and made flowers bloom in the darkness became acid rain storms. Snow that once coated the land in a blanket of white and blue now fell with heavy voltage of electricity. 

Not all of Faery had changed, the Seelie Kingdom was still a Kingdom, not a Fascist city-state.  Granted, the Fae there were prudish and Victorian but that part of Fae still retained the blessings of the Court of Light. 

Siddella clutched the flash drive in her pocket and made a dash for the wall.  She hoped her speed could get her up on top and keep her balanced until she found an opening. 

With a quick jump, she now perched on the single layer brick wall.  The tiny amount of room would give her some shelter from the electric snow, but not enough to keep her completely uncovered. 

If snow hit her skin, it would zap her with several hundred volts of electricity. 

She swallowed another lump in her throat and took off down the line of bricks, darting over gaps.

Snow fell with a buzz around her ears. 

She stopped just in time to see the end of the wall and a light blanket of snowfall cover the road before her.

“Shit.”

Panting, she dug her hand into the pocket of her jeans and shoved the flash drive deeper inside, making sure to protect it from the outside static that accompanied the snow.

The soft buzzing became a loud hiss.

Looking around, Siddella saw the giant hotel across from where she perched and saw doors open.  Guests in suits hung around the glass windows watching the snowfall. 

She could probably make it across the street without getting hit by snow. 

Hover vehicles zoomed down the street at a fast pace. The cars provided protection from the electrical storm but nobody liked being out in it.

Her nose picked up the scent of white pepper and cayenne. 

She ran a hand through her shoulder length white hair and hoped she could summon enough glamour to get passed the doorman into shelter.

This would require the rest of her energy.  She’d spent what she had on getting to this point.

Every nerve was on edge.  She calculated the distance from here to the hotel opening.  Just one hundred meters.  With the wind blowing that would probably knock her off course slightly, at best.  At worst, she’d make it to the awning but get hit with a few flakes. 

“Fuck.”

She had no choice. She had to survive the next few hours in hopes of meeting her contact.

One more, she swallowed down the bile that rose in her throat. Taking a deep breath, she figured out that heading slightly to the left of her target would probably get her to the door and inside with just enough time to spare that she could throw up her glamour and fit in with the others.

Tattered black and pink cloth covered her top and because of her breasts hug just above her belly button, tight blue shorts hugged her hips, leaving most of her legs exposed.  Ankle length boots with holes in the soles completed her rag tag outfit.

She shrugged and prayed once more to the Gods who used to live here that she wouldn’t get struck down by electric snow. 

Inhaling a deep breath, Siddella lowered herself to a sprinting position.  With a whoosh, she let out her breath and took off into the street.

A horn blared to her right.

Lights flashed to her left.

Gunfire sounded.

The electric bolt buzzed by her ear, distracting her for just a split second.

She veered slightly off course but kept up her pace.

Her legs pumped hard and fast, sending blood through her body to help movement. 

A loud thud caught her off guard before she realized she’d hit a column inside the hotel.

Patrons stared at her oddly.  Staff looked at her, then returned to dealing with customers. 

A grin almost crossed her lips as she realized she underestimated her speed and ran straight through the glass doors and into the middle of the large foyer. 

Marble columns like the one she ran into towered above her head.  Gray and black seemed to be the predominant theme here, with high metal walls that rose to the sky. Above her, snow fell and landed on the glass fixture several stories up.  

She’d made it to the proper hotel to meet her contact.  She let out a sigh of relief.  Only a few more minutes remained before she could escape this nasty hell. 

“Miss?”

A hand tapped her shoulder.  She looked up to see another Faery, his eyes slightly slanted and closed much like the Asians of Earth.  His form fitting gray uniform showed off broad shoulders and narrow hips.

She licked her lips.  “Yes?”

“May I help you?” He spoke politely, keeping an even tone while his gaze roamed over her body.

Patting herself off, Siddella stood. 

She remembered the gunfire outside.  She had limited time before whoever shot at her came into the hotel.  Think damnit!  “I’m here waiting for a friend.” 

He smiled kindly.  “Can I get you a coat?  You hardly look dressed for this weather.” 

That smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

His accent was definitely that of a Halfling. Words were pronounced in a low tone and drawn out.  “You look like you’re not even from these lands.”

She ran a hand through her blonde hair.  “Because I have dual colored irises?”

“Because you’re shivering and dressed highly inappropriately for the Unseelie City-State.”

She snorted.  The eyes of the Fae often gave away what area they were from.  In Siddella’s case, she had no idea which part of the lands once called a Kingdom she was from and had yet to see anyone else with eyes like hers. The average faery had adapted to the weather conditions here in the Unseelie, wearing layers of heavy clothing to protect against the frigidness and snow.  Yet, Siddella hadn’t worn much in her life, ever.  She suspected her Unseelie heritage was to blame for her sexuality.  “Yeah. Well, it’s laundry day?”

He chuckled.  “Fair enough I suppose.  At least let me get you a house robe then.”

It wasn’t like the fae didn’t encourage nudity in many places but this hotel swarmed with businessmen and women who most likely weren’t here for the freak show or the club scene.  She nodded.  “Is there a washroom I can use?”

He pointed down one hall towards a row of elevators. “Yes. Come with me and we’ll get you that robe.”

She straightened and looked around.  The fae standing before her stood several inches taller than she.  He extended a hand to her.

Seeing a chance to use what little glamour she could on him, she blinked and focused her energy on changing her appearance. White hair spiked and became a blood red.  Her dual colored eyes became tri colored, silver with white and red flecks.  She stood an inch taller with darker skin.

Her clothes she couldn’t change so much.

She swore.

Not enough magick.

Taking the offered hand, she wondered if she could drain this faery for a little boost.

Concentrating hard, she pushed a little more magick into the other faery’s body and felt the line of power coursing through him at a slow pace. Calling his power into her required very little effort.

The magick he did hold onto slowly seeped into her body.

His eyes widened at the realization of what she was doing. 

She’d have to think fast or he’d pull back and report her.

Draining others was a crime in these lands.

Siddella let a slow smile curve her lips upwards while eyelashes batted seductively at him.

The fae’s eyes twinkled with lust. 

She whispered.  “I can make this worth your while.  I just need a little.”

He nodded.

“Get me that robe.  Lead me to the bathroom.”

His pants showed the outline of an erection. 

Fifteen minutes later, Siddella left the ladies room with a refreshed feeling.  Instead of dressing in the robe her victim promised to fetch for her, she now wore the hotel uniform and had enough magick to make her body fit the clothes.

The poor Halfling she drained wouldn’t remember a thing other than being escorted to the ladies restroom.

Sometimes she hated how she used her femininity against men, but this wasn’t the time to berate herself for her gifts.  Never had she had to sleep with someone to get what she wanted, but teasing them was a lot of fun when time permitted.

She clutched the flash drive in her pocket and peeked around the corner. A number of Military personnel gathered around a clerk at the front desk. 

His hands rose in the air when rifles were pointed at him.

The clerk’s face froze. 

One of the Cyber-Fae stepped closer, flashed a badge.

She couldn’t make out the words but the feeling in her gut told her she had better hightail it out of here. 

An elevator dinged.  The doors opened and five rather tall creatures she recognized as wolves stepped into the elevator.

She had to go with them.  Hell, her contact said she would be with the wolves, maybe she was one. Siddella had only spoken to her twice over the mirrors used to call between planes.

Seeing her chance, Siddella slid in casually with the wolves.  “What floor, gentlemen?”

A gruff voice filled the compact space, making it hard to breathe among the heavy scents of earth and dirt that threatened to choke her.  “Third floor.”

Nodding, Siddella hit the button for the third floor and stood at attention. Her eyes roamed over the five wolves.  They stood silent, buzzing with power. 

She wanted to lick and taste that power, use it against the military Cyber-Fae downstairs and get a lasting parting shot before she got paid and left this hellish realm.

Wolves and Fae didn’t mix, however. Not according to the laws of the land nor to her own code. 

Wolves were good for business deals and information but that was it.  Stories of the Protectors brutally slaughtering Unseelie fae haunted many of the inhabitants here since the CyberMage put out a call to hunt them down.

So what were wolves doing in plain sight here?

It’s not like the CyberMage could be everywhere, and this particular city was fairly safe from overbearing military control.  That was until she’d stolen valuable data from the military here.

A pair of eyes burned into her, making her aware of someone observing her.  Was this her contact?

“You, come with us.  We need to let the hotel know of our needs and Frika has a list.”

She nodded.  Might as well play along and keep hidden from the military scouring the hotel’s lower level. “Sure boss.”

The elevator stopped. The doors opened to reveal another set of white marble doors with ornate etchings. The wolves exited the elevator with Siddella in tow.

She stepped past the carved doors and into the grand ballroom to see what must have been over 100 wolves all seated at tables.  They all appeared human, but the smell of deep earth and musk washed over her, making her sway from the rush of so much energy.

Siddella turned to face a dark skinned man with gold eyes.  He wore the same style suit as everyone else in the room, complete with dress shoes made of what was probably the finest    leather. 

Lips parted. “You, Myrc.”  His gruff voice called.

She looked askance at him, before realizing that the Halfling she robbed was named Myrc. “Yes?”

“There is Lord Frika.” He pointed to another man standing at the foot of a large dais. A chair sat atop the large dais, three steps above the ground. Dressed in purple and silver velvet with a gold wolf’s head protruding from a post to the left, it looked like something out of a storybook.

Recognition hit her at who she was with. Frika and his cohorts were the Black Angus. 

Lord Frika made his way to her, stopping just before her. He stood a great deal larger than life. Long blonde hair blanketed large shoulders, swaying over thick hips. His shirt stretched taut over a massive chest.  The chiseled features of his face remained stoic.  Dark gray eyes smoldered with passion so hot it threatened to consume her.  Masculine lips that spelled danger parted.  “We have a few needs, Myrc.” He looked awkwardly at her. 

She backed up. Not him.  Not the king of the legendary wolves. 

Trembling now, she took another step back. “I’m afraid I can’t help you. Let me get someone else who—“ 

From behind them, loud voices echoed commands.  Within seconds, the walls became lined with Cyber-Fae soldiers, all pointing guns at Frika and Siddella.

She turned to face them.

A soldier stepped forward and spoke with a mechanized voice. “You all need to come with us.”  A finger pointed in Siddella’s direction.

Guns trained on her emitted a high pitch sound.

Frika stepped in front of her. “What is the meaning of this?  How dare you invade a gathering of this nature with your bastardized technology.  Do you know who I am?”

The soldier took another step forward. “An enemy of the state as of now.  You’re harboring a terrorist.”

A group of men surrounded Frika.  The dark skinned one who ushered Siddella towards him earlier glanced over his shoulder. “Get out of here, Lord Frika. It’s too dangerous.”

Lord Frika sighed.

Siddella saw the pained look on his face. “Fine, but I’m taking collateral.  I’ll be in touch.”

The soldier nodded and saluted Frika.

He wrapped a strong arm around Siddella’s waist and tugged her to him. 

She screamed a protest that went unheard.  Her body hit his instantly and arousal welled up from within. What the fuck?

“You dare to fuck with the wolves that guard that Which Is Between?”  The dark skinned wolf growled.  “Seize them and kill them if you have to.”

Siddella squirmed against Frika’s body, unable to move against the solid wall of muscles of his stomach. Something swelled thick and large against her back.

She swallowed.  His cock, he was aroused at this?  What the hell?

In a blinding flash of light, the two sped through the hallway and ended up where she came in.  “Fuck,” Frika glanced around.

Siddella saw it too, the place swarmed with military.

He looked down at her and bared sharp teeth. “What did you do to incur the wrath of the military, little girl?”

Wouldn’t you like to know?  She started to speak but couldn’t find the words.  Unsure of whether Lord Frika was her savior or not, she remained silent. 

Guns pointed at them.  “Freeze!”

He shifted his weight and held her tighter against him.  “It doesn’t matter.  We’re out of here.”

His body radiated warmth like she hadn’t felt in months due to being on the streets or sleeping in alleyways. 

She liked the feel of his hands around her despite the repulsion at being with a wolf.

Magick poured from him into her so fast it made her dizzy.  “We’re getting out of here. You’ll need to hold on so enjoy the push of magick while you can.”

She nodded.  Anything to avoid being killed by the Cyber-Fae.

When she saw the doors open and realized where they were heading, her eyes widened. “Wait what about the snow?”

He headed fist first through the hotel doors, smashing glass with his huge body.

Shards cut into her skin but were instantly healed, presumable from the boost in magick he gave her.

‘We’ll deal.  I can shelter us both long enough to get to another building not far from here. Trust me.”

Monday, November 8, 2010

Out Now: Beach Blanket Bang-O & Other Tales Of Sensual Discovery By J. Troy Seate

Here's a brilliant new collection of hotter-than-hot erotica by the one-and-only J. Troy Seate: Beach Blanket Bang-O & Other Tales Of Sensual Discovery.

A shockingly sexy collection by one of today's most successful short story writers. His work has appeared in Threesomes, Alfresco Loving, and many other 'zines and anthologies. Includes: A Sticky Situation, The Naked Cellest, Sociology 101, Michelle, and many many other erotic masterpieces. Cover art: Jade