Friday, February 25, 2011

Out Now: The Sweet Side Of The Ropes - Enthralling Tales Of Male-Male Romance By Kiernan Kelly

There are very few writers as good as Kiernan Kelly and with her her release, The Sweet Side Of The Ropes - Enthralling Tales Of Male-Male Romance, you will have a chance to see why!  Here's a collection of gay romance that will have you excited and touched in all kinds of wonderful new ways.

Another erotic collection of rapturous M/M romance stories from Kiernan Kelly! In Blind Faith, Devin learns from Julian that love isn’t always about what is seen, but rather what can be felt in both flesh and the heart. Ballin’ The Jack features a very talented and demonstrative sex toy salesman who makes the rounds to Jack’s store. Readers are cooled down and then turned on in Firehouse Heat, when two firemen find comfort in the ritual established to cure night terrors. The sweet Side of the Ropes gives readers a taste of fame from a very famous musician who comes back to Tennessee to find himself when he discovers something about an old friend. Kiernan’s light humor and sense of timing will have readers laughing, crying, coming and returning for more! Kiernan Kelly's male-male romances are "loving and gentle ... burning hot ... quirky and refreshing..." raves Romance Junkies.  Cover: Kimberly Killion

Out Now: Mine Alone By Betty Carlton

If you like your BDSM kinky, sexy, hot, but also wonderfully well-written then look no further than this brand-new release from Betty Carlton: Mine Alone 

Charles Kincaid is man who was raised to believe women should know their place. It's a man's responsibility to teach them and at times give discipline as reminders when necessary. Today's stage will bring him in contact with Penelope Carson. Never being told no he sets his sights on her. He takes her to his remote cabin. It is here he begins her lessons. His greatest daydream is to have his name on her lips as she responds in passion to his control of her body. She begs for a chance to prove she will obey him without painful lessons. He watches with fascination as she tries to reconcile the fact she is now his body and soul. She being an innocent woman reacts the only way she can. In fear she continually tries to convince him that his heavy handed ways are not necessary to control her. He forces her to discover her own sexually and she learns to experience pleasure and learns that the power of returning that pleasure can give her. She will win some battles and lose some. With plans of someday escaping him she begins a campaign to push him to expand his trust of her. She gently pushes his rules a just smidgen over the lines he sets. Then using his sexual demands he has against him. The day will come when she has an opportunity to flee. Her attempt is unsuccessful. However, her attempt has made her face reality, that only she can decide if there will be any future happiness in her life with him.

Out Now: Spanking the Maid & Other Tales of Bondage and Submission by Jay Lawrence

Sizzler is extremely pleased to be able to bring you a brand new erotic collection by out acclaimed master of bondage and submission: Jay Lawrence: Spanking the Maid & Other Tales of Bondage and Submission

Jay Lawrence is one of the reigning masters at creating captivating tales of bondage and submission. Her novels and collections, Slave of Fortune, Miss Frobisher Bends Over, Shadow of the Master, Ensnaring Susan, and others, have earned her a unique reputation for quality and style. In this giant new collection, she has gathered together more than a dozen stories previously published as electronic chapbooks, as well as two new Bonus Stories, written especially for this volume, the title story and At Dead of Night. In this heaping helping of Jay Lawrence's blistering tales of discipline applied, you will find such unforgettable stories as Making Her Pay, My Bare-Bottom Whipping, Well Reddened, Girls, Thigh Boots and Whips, Spank Me!, Collared, Your Slut, Over His Knees, and many more.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

M.Christian Teaches Sex Magic Manifesting Positive Life Energy Through Erotic Play

For those living anywhere near San Francisco here's your chance to attend celebrated erotica author M.Christian's class, Sex Magic Manifesting Positive Life Energy Through Erotic Play, at the Citadel on Tuesday, March 8th, 2011, from 8:00PM to 10:00PM.  All of us at Sizzler are really looking forward to this very fun event!

Sex, without a doubt, is a powerful personal force: it has the ability to not only give tremendous pleasure but also lift us up beyond our normal selves, and sometimes even to higher states of consciousness. Whether through sex with a partner or via masturbation, this class will explore how sex can be used to explore sometimes hidden spiritual and sensual dimensions, grow as a sexual being, manifest positive life-changing energy, or simply have a lot of wonderfully erotic fun!

But sex also has its emotional risks as well, and participants will also learn how to protect themselves as they explore sex magic and deal with sometimes shocking revelations about who they are as a sexual being.

In addition to being a recognized master of erotica -- with over 300 short stories, nine collections, and six novels in print -- M.Christian has been in the San Francisco scene since the early 90s and has taught for QSM, The Center for Sex and Culture, San Francisco Sex Information, Janus, and has been a featured presented at The Floating World and many other venues. He is so kinky he doesn't even walk straight.

Out Now: Riding The Rocket - Tales Of Male-Male Love In The Future ... And Beyond Edited By Sascha Illyvich

Sizzler has always sought to push the envelope with erotica and with this brand new release, Riding The Rocket - Tales Of Male-Male Love In The Future ... And Beyond, edited by Sascha Illyvich, we have done that and more!  Riding The Rocket is an anthology of steaming hot male-male erotica with a future-shock twist ... and highly recommended for those looking to expand their erotic horizons in wild and unexpected ways!  Featuring stories by Ralph Greco, Maura Anderson, Michael Mandrake, Kiernan Kelly, Cecilia Tan, Darla M. Sands, Charity Thornton, Tanya Janke, M. Christian, Sebastian Blade, TJ Golden, and Leigh WilderRiding.

In this collection of futuristic erotic romances with a gay male spin that will warm your heart and arouse your mind and libido, love truly knows no boundaries. Science Fiction is tricky. Throw lust in the mix and it becomes trickier. Add in budding strictly male love affairs and the narrative begins to defy gravity: the conventional sentiment that romance is purely for the heterosexual.  Impressed by Maura Anderson takes Hawaii from its days as a sailing hub to a seedy airship port full of opium dens, illicit pleasure clubs and press gangs that can be  bribed to impress just the right man -- for a price. In Omakine by Ralph Greco, love, or at least lust, can happen between two well as can prejudice. Michael Mandrake’s story Longing for a State of Vertigo - One man’s quest to find love ends up being a heavenly experience. The Universal Language by Kiernan Kelly details how Mishau’s life is spent battling nature and struggling for survival, while Kurt’s world is far more technologically advanced, but when circumstances throw two very different men together, they quickly realize that lust is a language understood by everyone. The Test by Sascha Illyvich has one lover regretting what he did wrong with his life until he’s seduced by someone very special. Plus these stories by these fine writers: BAD PLACE by Cecilia Tan, FOSTER'S RACE by Darla M. Sands, EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE by Charity Thornton, DESERT FOXES LIVE IN CONCERT, by Tanya Janke, LONGING FOR A NORMAL STATE OF VERTIGO by M. Christian, A BERTH ON CALISTA by Sebastian Blade, MIND GAMES by TJ Golden, SKY by Leigh WilderRiding the Rocket is an anthology that overflows with talent, showcasing well written hot, erotic male-male love stories with a science fictional spin, that push boundaries and define them in gay voices, the voices of the future.

Out Now: The Whipping Post - A Novel Of Bondage And Dark Magic By Scylla

If you like your BDSM fantasy erotica hot and wild and unforgettable then look no further than Scylla's new masterpiece, The Whipping Post - A Novel Of Bondage And Dark Magic

In this blisteringly erotic historical novel of bondage and dark magic a retired army captain brings his new bride to join him in the tropics in the hope of starting a peaceful new life together. His wife, however, soon shows signs of being of a more adventurous temperament than he has been led to believe. When the she is introduced to the island´s dark history by the charming but sinister Baron, things run rapidly out of control and the captain soon finds he is no longer in control of his wife or his destiny and must make some harsh decisions. Unpredictable, dangerous and extremely sexy, The Whipping Post is the startling new novel from Scylla.

Out Now: Dream Master by Claire Thompson

Sizzler is extremely pleased and proud to be able to bring you, the discerning erotica reader, a brand new book by our critically acclaimed and best selling author Claire Thompson: Dream Master

A unique new romance of male dominance and female submission by the bestelling author! FeElla Stanford and Phillip Arden work in the same law office and both agree that work and romance shouldn't mix. When Ella begins to have erotic dreams that include Phillip as a nameless Master in a sumptuous castle, she is drawn to the real man, though she knows better than to believe that dreams resemble reality. Little does she realize that Phillip, too, is visited by these same powerful, secret dreams involving Ella's sexual slavery and erotic submission. In the increasingly bizarre and dangerous alternate dream world, sexy fantasy becomes an all-too-real and dangerous reality. Will Ella and Phillip be able to resist their growing and undeniable attraction to each other, while finding a way to overcome the cruel powers that control their parallel dreams?

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Meeting Fulani ... By Mariska

We at Sizzler are extremely pleased to announce an upcoming new hotter-than-hot erotic collection by the wonderful Fulani, featuring the very sensual Mariska  -- and what makes this upcoming book extra-special is this very fun announcement by the author himself ... and guest starring another Sizzler author.

He first saw me at the art exhibition. Would have seen a lot of me, I guess, since I was one of the exhibits. He left his business card with the organizers. Fulani, it said. Just the one name, or nickname.
People said he was genuine, but reclusive. They said he lived in a suburban house with a workshop in the back garden and did most of his business online.

He was older than I’d thought, but puckish. He looked at me as if to say “I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.”

He read my stuff and said he wanted to introduce me to M. M would want to publish it.
Only thing was, I didn’t know who M was, and I’d only just met Fulani.

Fulani was supposed to be straight-up, a good reputation, a well-known figure on the fetish scene, a man of his word.

I told him I wanted to know more about his bona fides. He nodded. “You want to know I am who your friends say I am, that I’m not going to rip you off big time.” Also he noticed I was looking at the earthenware pot in the corner of the room. It contained a selection of canes and crops.

His outhouse had a big, heavy vintage flatbed press.

“I use it to make limited edition prints and books,” he explained as he tied my wrists to the top of the frame. “I could make a photo print of your journal and publish a hundred copies. But whether there’s a market for them in that format – that’s the question.”

I tested the bonds. They were tight. He knew his ropes. I made a sound that came out halfway between a purr and growl.

“My opinion is, as a new author you’re better off selling to a publisher who can move a lot of copies.” He unzipped my skirt and noticed for the first time that I hadn’t bothered with underwear. “Also,” he said, “my opinion is, you have a wonderful ass. I shall enjoy putting marks on it.” Judging by the way he ran his fingers over my ass cheeks, he’d noted that I had a few faded bruises on there. Tomas’s doing, from a couple of days previously.

He left me there while he went back to fetch the canes. It was a warm afternoon. The scent of honeysuckle drifted through an open window, mixed with the richer smell of printer’s ink. I planted my feet wide apart and tried to relax. He was probably five minutes. In my head it was about five hours: I was after all naked in a shed in a suburban garden, visible through the window, about to be marked up by a complete stranger.

It was that familiar, deliciously deviant feeling.

What can I say? He knew his stuff. Started gently and built up the sensation slowly, on the well-known principle that you can always go harder but can’t take back one that’s too hard. He began with a crop, then a longer, stiff riding whip that was moderately stingy. I wriggled. He chuckled. I started to get into the zone. He noticed my breathing changing, I think.

The cane he used was heavy, about as thick as his thumb. Made me present my ass. One stroke. I pulled against the cuffs, the sting of it reverberating through my body. He let me compose myself, slow down my breathing, present my ass again.

Six strokes. I felt all the little jumping, twitching, sizzling connections from ass to pussy to thighs belly spine back of neck and crawling into my brain. I felt fevered. I was ready for him to take me, then and there, in that position.

Instead he made me turn around, face out from the frame.

Through half-closed eyes I saw a wooden tray with pegs on it, and a length of string.

Pegs in two lines, starting at each collarbone and running across my breasts, towards my navel, then to just above my clit and a couple on the inside of each thigh.

“I’m sure you can figure this out,” he said, threading the string from each peg to the next in a long line. I was more interested in the sensations from the pegs on my breasts, my belly, my thighs.

“This process tends to make victims quite vocal,” he murmured. Victims, plural, I noticed. There was a ballgag in his hand. Then it was in my mouth and buckled tighter than was strictly comfortable. I did a lot of mmmph-mmmphing just for effect.

He seemed to enjoy the effect. When he brushed against me I could feel his erection pushing on my hip.

He left the pegs on for a quite a while. Assured me this would add to the effect.

Certainly made me breathe harder, trying to put myself in the right mental space to handle the sensations. Trying to still my body, not squirm, not move my hips the way they really wanted to move.
Fingers moved gently over my tits, belly, clit. No fair. I’m ready, just fuck me.

When he pulled the cord that yanked off the pegs it was a massive headrush. You’d think it should be painful, but the sensation just disconnected my head from my body and cushioned me in endorphins.
I was dazed, limp and hanging in the cuffs, eyes refusing to focus. The ringing in my ears was the echo of me squealing through the gag, I think. And all I could think to say was the one thing I wanted to happen. Uck ee oww. No consonants because the gag prevented them, but he got my meaning and fulfilled my wish. Spread me over the flatbed of the press, opened my legs. And yes, I was juiced up.
This guy was, I’d say, twenty years my senior. Back where I grew up, that could have made him old enough to be my father.

I’d figured that before I came here. Was it, unconsciously, why I’d chosen the over-the-knee socks, the short skirt and cropped top? The deviant schoolgirl look? Had I wanted the age-play aspect of this?
These were thoughts I only had afterwards, because he was long and vigorous, and twenty years older or not, he kept going a hell of a long time.

When I finally came round, got mind and body back together, he was looking though my handwritten journal again.

“Interesting stuff,” he remarked. “It’s like a renaissance of erotica, in the classical sense of the term.”


“Renaissance: a re-awakening of artistic and intellectual inquiry into the world and the human condition. Never mind. Let’s just say it’s good.”
I rewrote a lot. Put entries in date order, changed names and some details to protect the guilty. Rephrased the whole thing in the third person, so I was a character in my own stories.

Here’s what the mysterious M said: “Great news, sweetie – the publisher loves your book. Please sign the attached contract.”

I could have been fucked sideways.

Actually, I was. Fulani did. It became our regular thing. Especially after I threatened to write another book that would be about him.

He knows I’m not joking. Says he’ll have to make sure I have enough material for it.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Out Now: Chain Of Command By Heather Lynx

If you like your BDSM erotic hot and kinky and spicy and wild then look no further than this brand new title by one of the best BDSM writers ... ever, Heather Lynx: Chain Of Command

She gave the commands, he wore the chains!

Friday, February 11, 2011

Out Now: Dark Matter - Eros On The Wild Side By Thomas Roche

Sizzler is very pleased to bring you a brand new book by the master of erotica, Thomas Roche: Dark Matter - Eros On The Wild Side

By turns gothic and erotic, punk and precious, violent and virulent, sexy and sarcastic, irreverent and obscene, unsentimentally noir and brutally, shamelessly romantic these twenty stories by one of the contemporary masters of the form are like no others you will ever read. Dark Matter is the clearest snapshot of Roche's bold early vision during a time when sex and genre fiction were being reinvented for the next millennium. After more than a decade out of print, this influential collection is available again with a new never-before-published introductory essay by the author about the erotic landscape of 1990s American culture. Take a walk down the wild side where horror, crime-noir, erotica, cyberpunk, kink, bodymod, trans politics, urban fantasy and sexual commentary intersect. Thomas Roche's work has been praised by Carol Queen, Susie Bright, Maxim Jakubowski, Patrick Califia, Poppy Z. Brite, Violet Blue, Alison Tyler, and many other writers and critics of the genre. His fiction has appeared in the Best American Erotica series four times, numerous times in the Best New Erotica series, and in more than 400 other anthologies, magazines, and websites.

"Hunting Snipe" By Angela Caperton - From Darkness And Delight

There’s an intersection. You pass through it every now and then and it’s different every time, different things on the corners - a junk shop, a library, a movie palace, a newsstand festooned with the bright magazines of another century. One time there was a bar, another night a girl in a tight skirt, slit all the way to heaven, tough guys, weirdos, lovers, monsters, you never know what you’ll find at the corner of Drake and Angel.

Happy February from Angela and Drake Caperton!  Angela here.  It’s that time of year when we look to hearts and chocolates, flowers and sappy cards to express our love/like/interest/obsession with our sig other / spouse / lover / wannabe whatever…

But…not every Valentine’s Day ends in roses and wet kisses.  In this excerpt from my erotic horror story “Hunting Snipe”, we learn that snipe hunting (honest!  It really exists!) ends on or about Valentine’s Day in Texas, and well, sometimes hunters aren’t necessarily on the right end of the game.

Hunting Snipe

"You, know, Vernon. Hunting from a blind is for pussies." Trey Gilley punctuated his opinion with a yeasty burp.

"Well now, Trey," Vernon Wheeler replied, half a dozen PBRs hardly challenging his diction. "That would explain your misfortune in the pursuit of women. Blind hunting is just like seduction."

The third member of the posse, Dwight Miller, leaned back on his stool and listened. Vernon had known the boys ever since middle school. They'd been Chi brothers at the university and now they all worked at jobs around the statehouse, shifting easily from aide to lobbyist and back again. At the moment, Dwight was a committee clerk, Vernon a junior staff member to a Senator, and Trey a procurer of law firm party favors.

"The whole trick of blind hunting," Vernon elaborated, "is to convince your prey that everything in its environment is safe. You got to coax it and offer just the right bait just like you have to teach a bitch to trust you. Then, BAM!"

Trey kept his face passive, pondering while he killed his beer, so Vernon pressed his point. "Your technique, with your gun-of-the month and those damn dogs, just won't catch many classy ladies."

"You sayin' that 'cause I humped that Christina's leg after I sniffed her ass?" Trey gave his best frat-boy leer.

Vernon shook his head and turned to Dwight. "How about you, cupid?"

Dwight ordered another round before he answered Vernon. "Depends on what I'm hunting," he said, "but you know I use a bow any time I can. Blind or dogs, either one's fine. Never hunted a lady I haven't caught either." He gave Vernon a cocky wink.

"Yeah, I know, stud," Vernon acknowledged. "You've been the man two years running. I got the lease for three days in February.

You boys will be coming with me, right? To the traditional Valentine's Day hunt?"

"Usual deal?"

"Sure. The south lease. The one down by Beeville."

"How many leases your folks own?" Trey asked. "I lost count."

"This one's grandpa's. It's the one where they used to … you know."

Trey looked around and leaned close. "Someday we need to hunt like your granddad did."

Vernon had told the boys the story over and over, embellishing it even more than his grandfather, making it juicier. On several occasions back during the Depression, Pop Wheeler had paid five or six Mexican whores to hide in the forest so his cronies from the Capitol could hunt them. Most times, the hunters just caught and fucked the women but a few times the hunts turned rough and bad. Pop was lucky none of it ever hit the papers.

"Yeah, but not this year," Vernon said. "You got a girl for us, Dwight?"

"Maybe. She's a little heavy. Hate to give you guys anything but the best."

"Trey?" Vernon asked, fully expecting the usual response.

Trey shrugged. "I can get us a thousand dollar ho' for half price."

"No sport in that," Dwight objected.

"It's all right, men. Vernon Wheeler never lets his dogs down. I'll bring something special this year. You'll like her. Her name's Diana.

Best I can tell she might even be a virgin."

"Fuck yeah," Trey said as he drained another beer. "You lure her to the blind, bro, and I'll hump her leg."

* * * *

"Your eyes are amazing," Vernon whispered into Diana's ear. She looked away from him, skeptical but he saw she was flattered too. "I know that sounds lame, but it's true," he pushed.

"Tell me more about this trip, Vernon," she said, looking down at her menu. Vernon leaned back into his chair and suppressed his frown as he watched Diana study the leather bound binder holding the Sixth Street Grill's selections. He had taken her out enough times to know she'd order the biggest, most expensive fucking steak the restaurant had to offer. He wondered if she only ate when he was buying.

"Like I said. Every February, me and Trey and Dwight go to a hunting lease. This year we're hunting down by Beeville. My family's part owners and there's a big old house, miles of woods, a hot springs. We bring our girlfriends. It's like a vacation. The guys hunt and the girls do whatever. You'll love it."

"February, huh? What do you guys hunt in February?"

Vernon leaned close to her and winked. "Snipe," he said. Diana didn't look up from the menu but shook her head and chuckled. "Vernon, dear, I grew up in the country. I've taken plenty of city kids snipe hunting."

Everybody born and raised in the rural part of the state knew what snipe hunting was. He'd taken his share of city boys out in the country at night and given them bags, told them he'd chase the snipes toward the suckers and that he was supposed to catch the flightless swamp birds. Leaving the ignorant city kids out in the near freezing swamp, cold, wet and stupidly eager was a rite of passage. Every lie benefited from a kernel of truth.

"No, really!" he protested. "Look it up! Snipe season in Texas ends February 14th - Valentine's Day. It's kind of a tradition me and Trey and Dwight have."

"Oh, I believe you," she said as she closed the menu and looked at him coolly. "But if your lease is all woods, you won't find a lot of snipe there."

Vernon drew back a little, surprised that she knew anything about snipe. "There are marsh flats on the lease too. But how'd you know that?"

"Told you, Vern. I'm a country girl. I bet I've hunted more kinds of birds than you have." The waiter took their orders while Vernon thought about that. Sure enough, Diana ordered a sixteen-ounce sirloin, rare.

"Oh, then you got to come with me. You really like to hunt? That's great! Ducks? Geese?"

"Sure," she said. "Quail, pheasant, doves…"

They traded stories for a while before he asked, "You still hunt?"

"Not as much as I used to. Now, it's more of a special occasion thing."

"You ever hunted snipe?"

She answered him with a question. "Where will I sleep?"

"With me?" he asked hopefully but she shook her head.

"Not yet, Vernon. You're really nice and I like you a lot, but not yet."

He sulked elaborately for a moment, then grinned at her. "You can have your own bedroom. I'll bunk in the main room. Come on!"

The waiter returned with their steaks and Diana practically glowed as she cut into the bloody meat. She ate with quick bites and Vernon found himself fascinated by the intensity of her appetite. She saw him watching her and stopped, blushing.

"I'm sorry, Vernon. I'm starving! Sure, I'll go snipe hunting with you." She smiled at him and he thought for one minute that he might really be in love. "It sounds like fun."

Vernon's inside tightened as lust and determination bit at him.

Love, his churning hormones reminded him, is for pussies.

* * * *

"Fucking fuck," Trey said. "She's fucking beautiful."

Trey and Vernon lingered by the Land Rover while Dwight unlocked the old farmhouse and showed Diana the way to her room.

The four of them had ridden down together and Dwight had been his most gallant, using all his football captain charm. Vernon wasn't jealous. Not at all.

"Yeah," he told Trey while they watched her from a distance. "Try not to hurt her, okay?"

"No promises, dude. I may eat her alive."

Badger and Asshole, Trey's dogs, chased each other around the yard. The house stood a hundred yards from the two-lane highway, at the edge of the hunting lease. Not far beyond the building, a barbed wire fence marked the edge of civilization before scrub brush and weedy pastures gave way to a dense tangle of real forest.

"Where'd you say you met her?" Trey asked, wiping his mouth with his shirtsleeve.

"I…I'm not sure. You know, a party or a reception somewhere.

She was somebody's temp, I think."

"Tempting you mean. Right?"

Vernon grinned and nodded, hiding the twinge of unease. It bothered him a little when he realized he had no clear memory of how he'd met Diana. He comforted himself by remembering that their meeting wasn't the only fuzzy spot in his recollections of the countless parties and receptions around the Capitol.

"She doesn't know what's going to happen, does she?" Trey asked as he took his rifle and shotgun out of the back of the Rover.

No fault of yours, moron, Vernon thought, remembering Trey's jokes on the drive down. "It's okay. She'll be fine after she takes her medicine."

"And no bitching afterward, right? No cops or trouble?"

"Who the fuck's going to believe some no-name, wanna-be teacher over three upstanding cogs in the legislative machine? Besides, I've dropped enough names she knows we've got connections beyond our families. Trust me, she won't say a word."

"Fuckin' testify, Vernon. You are the man!" Trey punched him in the shoulder and sauntered toward the house. Badger and Asshole raced around him barking. Vernon unpacked his own guns and Dwight's hunting bow then started up the path.

Diana came out of the house, giving Trey and the dogs plenty of room, and crossed the yard to Vernon. She took his hand. "It's nice," she said. "Really. I feel bad about you sleeping on the couch."

Vernon kissed her cheek, then aimed at her lips. "How bad?" he asked grinning, and added, "I'm just glad you're here. Glad we'll be together on Valentine's Day."

"Snipe hunting," she laughed, dodging his kiss. "When did you say the other girls are coming?"

"Should be tonight," Vernon assured her, smiling. "Very latest, they'll be here tomorrow. You just relax tonight, Diana. Don't worry about a thing. Let us boys take care of you. Dwight's a good cook.

"All you have to do is look beautiful."

* * * *

Damned if she didn't have her part down. After dinner, Diana had changed into a white robe that covered her from neck to ankles and she sat on the rug near the fireplace sipping from a glass of red wine.

Her dark hair hung in gorgeous contrast to the ivory cloth. Vernon tried not to stare, but couldn't take his eyes away from the curves of her hips and breasts. He imagined what she would look like under the robe and shifted to ease the tension in his crotch.

Dwight sat on the other end of the sofa from Vernon, but Trey had moved onto the floor beside her. Diana didn't seem to notice or to mind, but continued to sip her wine as she stared into the snapping flames of the fire.

All afternoon, the crack of Trey's gun had echoed back to the house, and Diana had asked once, "What's he doing? Not hunting birds with a rifle?"

Vernon had shrugged and said he didn't know. No telling how Diana would take the news that Trey was likely out killing everything he saw without regard for season or wisdom. When he returned in the evening with his dogs, Badger and Asshole were fighting over what looked to be the leg of a fawn.

Carnage left behind with sundown, Trey shifted closer to Diana, exercising the same finesse he displayed in his hunting. "Lot of girls would be glad to be out here with three guys," he said, shooting a look at Vernon. Vernon knew the unspoken question. Had Vernon spiked her wine with a roofie? Trey was always too eager for the main event no matter how many times Vernon had told him good things shouldn't be rushed. "How 'bout I give you a little back rub?" Trey suggested putting his hand on her shoulder.

"That's sweet, Trey, but maybe later." She barely seemed to move, the graceful half-turn settling a distance between her and Trey. The robe rode up almost to her knees, but she pulled it back into place.

She smiled at Dwight then, her voice as rich as the wine. "You only hunt with a bow?" she asked as she sipped. As always, Vernon thought with a sour tang creeping over his tongue, when we make the kill, it'll be Dwight who strikes first and best.

"I use a gun sometimes," he said, a longneck rolling between his hands. "Hunting birds with a bow is hard, but I always bring it along. One year, I'll get a big cat here. That's my dream - a mountain lion with my bow."

She smiled at that and looked toward the window. The night air outside was already touched with a hint of spring, not really cold enough to justify the fire so they had left the window open just a little. "I've hunted lions," she said. "At night." She sounded intoxicated by the memory and Vernon thought that he'd never heard anything sexier.

"Did you get one?" Dwight asked, leaning toward her.

"Oh yes," she said. "I hunted him while he hunted me, but I was faster. Maybe someday I'll show you the fur."

"Diana, baby. I'd pay ten thousand dollars to see your fur," Trey's hand found her shoulder and he began to knead. "You ever done a three-way?"

"Trey, for Christ's sake," Vernon started, but Trey gave him a dangerous look.  Trey's other hand spread over Diana's thigh.

She looked directly at the man pawing at her, drawing a deep breath that only encouraged him. Vernon tensed. Had Diana unintentionally crossed the line that would prompt Trey to rape? Outside in the night, a shrill, cracking scream rattled off the Rover on the driveway.

"There's your cat," Diana stated to Dwight with airy calm, then she glanced at Trey, her voice direct and even. "If I were you, I'd see to my dogs."

Trey looked like a man who had been sucker-punched as he scrambled up and headed for the back porch where the dogs were penned. Outside, the cougar cried again, then an echoed call reached them from the far side of the nearby barn.

"More than one of them," Dwight said, rising now too, going for his bow.
Trey dragged the dogs into the room, both animals trembling, tails tucked and showing white in their eyes. Their master didn't look much better than they did.

Diana kept her seat by the fire, watching with a shadow of a smile.

Vernon gripped his 30-06 and Dwight gathered his arrows. They started for the door at the same time, Vernon's hand gripping the knob. He started to turn as something huge hit the other side, the blasting shock of weight and rage against the heavy door stung his fingers and pounded his joints. He and Dwight drew back together as the wood bucked and creaked from flailing claws. Furious snarls shrieked; snorts and feral growls vibrated through the farmhouse. Vernon aimed at the door, ready to shoot. The wood shook and bulged in its frame, the screams growing louder, insane in pitch. The dogs began to howl and whimper, pathetic as they cowered, and the three men stood frozen.

Like blowing out a candle, the attack ended. The cutting yip of the dogs and the harsh panting of the men filled the void.

They stood there for a frozen moment, none of them in any hurry to open the door.

"Fuck," Vernon said in a shaky breath, then turned the knob, his gun ready. Light from the room spilled only a little way into the yard, showing nothing much except the massive scratches that scored the door and the frame. Dwight stepped up into the doorway, arrow-nocked bow in hand, and stared out into the waiting night.

"Go ahead," Diana said. Vernon glanced back at her, watching her rise. The robe fell away from her shoulder and the round, pale perfection drew Vernon's gaze and made his breath catch. "You want me to come with you?" she purred, humor bending the corners of her lips.

Dwight turned to look at her and Vernon saw a dangerous mix of anger and lust in his eyes, but something else too. Vernon tasted it, smelled it in the air too - not quite fear, but a sense of caution to temper their instincts.

"No? Well, I think I'll go to bed now and see you boys in the morning." She pulled the robe up to cover her bare shoulder, drank the last of her wine, and dismissed them with a little sway of her hips.

Vernon looked at the other two for a moment then darted after her.

"Diana? Look, I'm sorry…"

"Don't be," she said, turning to meet him just past the threshold of her room. "I can take care of myself."

* * * *

If you want to find out what happens to Vernon, Diana and the others, check out “Hunting Snipe” in Darkness and Delight, published by Renaissance and edited by the wonderful M. Christian!   “Hunting Snipe” may not be the story you expect…

I hope everyone has a wonderful Valentine’s Day!  Love your lover(s) (don't hunt them in a bad way!) and make the world a happier place!

Stay Sexy!


Listen to TreSart L.Sioux!

In this recorded phone conversation, TreSart L.Sioux talks about her future projects for Sizzler Editions, the use of dark fantasy in some of her stories, her attraction to quirky characters, where her ideas come from, and where beginning writers of erotica can go for free advice and critiques.

TreSart L.Sioux has been in the art scene for the past twenty-two years. Her media ranges from pen and ink, photography, erotic, animation to sculpting. She has traveled to Paris, Jamaica, and to the west coast to broaden her talent in photography and other art.

TreSart has nine published erotica books available from She was also part of the Swing anthology.

"I still have many areas I want to explore. I love learning new techniques, and working hard on the old ones. This is just too much fun for me!"

TreSart has won many awards in art competitions, and is currently working on sculpture creations to be added soon!

Monday, February 7, 2011

Out Now: SoulBond - A Novel of Romantic Discipline Submission by Valentine Adams

If you're looking for BDSM that sparks and literally sizzlers then look no further than this brand new steamy book by our master of power-exchange erotica, Valentine Adams: SoulBond - A Novel of Romantic Discipline Submission

He Bound Her Body and Her Heart! In the tradition of J. W. McKenna and Powerone comes a brilliant new author of the romance of domination and surrender. Five years ago Preston Hunter, a well-known, successful writer, hired Greta as a temporary assistant. But now, he realizes that Greta has become a part of his life, and Press wants more than just the office relationship. But he doesn't know how to tell her. Press has already been married twice and neither relationship fulfilled his sexual needs. His only outlet is the erotic novels of bondage and submission he writes under a secret pseudonym, Valentine Hart. Valentine's characters do the sort of stuff that Press only dreams about. Then Greta, who is a secret submissive, finds Valentine's erotica online. His writings turn her on in a way nothing else ever has, and she develops a relationship with Valentine via email, never realizing he is actually her boss, Preston Hunter. However Press realizes who is emailing him, and sets out to use his writing to seduce her. Then, in a risky undertaking Val convinces Greta to become Preston's slave for a weekend. The results of that weekend will change their lives forever. For what the pair discovers is that they are more than just soul mates, they share a SoulBond.

Out Now: Stallers: More Tales Of Times Square Cuties By Mykola Dementiuk

There's simply no one better at writing hot, as well as beautifully written, bi erotica than our resident Lambda Award-winning author Mykola Dementiuk, and here's a perfect opportunity to see why with the release of his brand new collection, Stallers: More Tales Of Times Square Cuties.

Lambda Award winner for Best Bisexual Fiction's masterful collection, stories of certain men who used to stand around in certain locations in Times Square in the old days where they knew they could always find another horny man and instant semiprivacy just a door away in which to act out their desires. Susie Bright says Mylola Dementiuk's Times Square stories capture perfectly "the day when Times Square was all about sex, drugs, and cold spit ... the just-burgeoning hardcore movie houses and girlie shows of Times Square in the 1960s. It's... vivid. Harsh, real, and yes, erotic, in a stomach-churning way. Genuine whoreporn from a time when things were not talked about, at all, in the twilight zone." Book reviews by Crystal describes the Times Square stories as, "Dirty, naughty and very real." Art: M. L. Mars 

Out Now: Anything You Command By Alex Waldegger

Sizzler is extremely pleased and proud to bring you a brand new title by our resident master of BDSM erotica, Alex Waldegger: Anything You Command!  If you like your power-play erotica hot and brilliant you will not be disappointed by this spanking-new tittle!

When she cheated on her husband, even this straying wife felt she got what she deserved. Another masterpiece of bondage and submission by the author of Stiff Discipline and Slaves of the Marquise.

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Welcome To The New - And Even Hotter - Sizzler!

We at Renaissance ebooks are extremely pleased and proud to announce a wonderful new upgrade to our cutting-edge erotica site and store for  Take a second to check it out and we're sure you'll be as thrilled about our new look, featuring links to all of our imprints including Submission (Bondage & BDSM Erotica), Attraction (GLBT Erotica), Scorcher (Hot & Hetero Erotica), and more!  Keep your eyes on for even more upgrades and other fun things coming very soon!