Saturday, August 24, 2013

Free Sat-Sunday 8/24-5 - Getting High, Novel of Hippies, Free Love & Living to the Max


"A drug, gasoline, and mysticism fueled trip ... a beautifully written tale of the journey as a long, hypnotic destination ... one amazing tale after another." - M.Christian, editor of the Mammoth Book of the Tales of the Road.

Read it Free! Get it for $0.00 at Amazon two days only!

"Enough wild sex to make Kama Sutra readers’ blush." –Big Jim Williams, author, Tall Tales of the Old West.

“Vividly described characters ... splendid writing ... full of amusing surprises and twists ... a gripping account of sincere and rowdy camaraderie. John Dooley takes us on a magic carpet ride into the experiences of a veteran who returns to hippie life – one of the most iconic eras of the 20th century. Like the time it portrays, Getting High is hilarious—I laughed out loud.”—Judy Pearce, journalist, columnist.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Out Now: HER INITIATION by David Jewell

David Jewell is a true master - in every sense of the word - of BDSM, and with this, his newest collection, he proves how to write male dom erotica!  Her Initiation is a must read if your like your BDSM extra-spicy!

A brand new collection of M/f bondage erotica from David Jewell, bestselling author of intense BDSM stories.

David Jewell is the author of over 50 unforgettable maledom/female sub novels and collections including The Puerto Vallarta Submissions, My Wife, My Slave, The Tribe, and Teach Me to Submit—all of which (and more!) you can find on his author page, linked below.

Jewell's newest collection, Her Initiation, contains the title story plus "Soul Mates", "Sold", "Reunion", "Denied", "My Dream Comes True", "Appreciation", and "Addicted". Guaranteed to shock and enthrall!

Out Now: PROTECTIVE INSTINCTS by Mary Marvella

Here's a very special read for fans of erotic romance - a special new release by Mary Marvella!  Protective Instincts is sure to be a hit for everyone who likes their adventurous, sensual stories with more than a hint of the paranormal!

He had a premonition that she was in peril; that's why they met—but you'll never believe why they fell in love.

After mourning the loss of her husband, Brit Roberts managed to pick up her life and move on, working as a teacher for a rural Georgia high school. Things were moving along fine until a string of anonymous phone calls turned creepy, then even creepier until Brit knew that her life was in danger.
It's not until Sam Samuels shows up to check on her that she finds a little peace, and possibly a slight attraction to the handsome-yet-meddling security specialist. Sam isn't just the father of one of Ms. Robert's students, he's a man with premonitions so strong they make him ill. So when he meets his son's teacher and a familiar pain kicks in, he knows something's awry even if he can't put his finger on what it is. Fortunately for Brit, he follows his inexplicable instincts all the way to an attempt to rape and kill the teacher, and interrupts it before anything can happen. From that point forward, Sam makes it his personal goal to protect her—only he didn't count on falling for her.

Someone wants Brit, and now Sam, dead, and neither of them knows why. Could the death of Brit's husband hold the answer? Can Brit and Sam navigate these threats to her life—and their attraction to one another—despite both of their headstrong natures?

Paranormal romance at its best!

Out Now: CLAIMED BY THE ENCHANTER [Bayou Magiste Chronicles] by Gianna Simone

Here's a book for you - if you like wonderfully written, magically themed, and delightfully erotic male dom BDSM erotica: a new book by the fantastic Gianna Simone: Claimed By The Enchanter!

"A great author and a steamy read! 5 stars!" —Goodreads

Regine Marchand loves being in control—and the role of domme is the perfect way for her to exert that control. An accomplished equestrian, she has her goals of championship in sight and no one will get in her way. Her life and future are in her hands, she doesn’t need to depend on anyone for success and happiness.

Cameron McIntyre is fascinated by the cool fa├žade Regine displays, but he senses the depth of her passion lurking under the surface; despite her protests, he recognizes her desire to submit and be dominated. But when he is forced to suspend her from competition due to performance enhancement spells used on her horse, he worries he may drive her away, instead of into his arms. Believing her innocent of the charges, he vows to help her uncover who set her up while convincing her that submission to him is what she truly wants and needs. Submitting to the tall Irishman brings a new level of pleasure Regine has never known, at the same time making her question everything she knew about herself.

Regine is unaware that an enemy from her past has targeted her for revenge. Together, she and Cameron must discover who wants to knock her out of competition for good, possibly killing her in the process.

Out now: MAN ON MAN by Simon Sheppard

There is simply no one better at writing queer fiction than the legendary Simon Sheppard - and Sizzler Editions is extremely pleased and proud to be able to offer a brand new, best-of, collection of some of his finest, and hottest, stories!  Pick up Man On Man and you will not be disappointed!

Looking for something very sexy and just as smart? Man on Man collects the best and hottest gay sex writing by Simon Sheppard, whom San Francisco magazine dubbed “our erotica king.” Now, Sheppard has selected a heaping helping of his best work—both fiction and nonfiction—in a collection guaranteed to keep any reader up all night.
His world is peopled by hunky leathermen, not-so-innocent suburban boys, kinky scuba divers, horny hippies, and beautiful young men in love. Whether recounting a tale of sacred sex on an Indian train, rhapsodizing about a used jockstrap, or exploring the politics of spanking, Sheppard demonstrates why he’s won the Lambda Literary Award, the Erotic Authors Association Award, and the acclaim of discerning readers of erotica everywhere. Get ready for wet-and-wild stories by the writer the Bay Area Reporter says is “never to be outdone.”
“Simon Sheppard’s stories have all the erotic heat required, but in addition, they’re wildly inventive, unexpectedly funny, and sad. Some even supply a pure, and purely unexpected, literary excitement.” —Felice Picano

Saturday, August 10, 2013

August - Hot Times with Dark Traders

Dark Traders came out years ago from Sizzler Editions and had been my first vampire release, technically.  The other story I wrote was much shorter for a different publisher that went under as the e-book business model they were using didn't work for them.

Interracial Vampire Erotica by Sascha Illyvich
I was skeptical but at this point REB had been around for already seven years and turning a profit.  Dark Traders was born of the idea that when I was heavily involved in real estate investing, I started playing the What If game writers use to come up with tales.  So often we just throw out an idea and say "what if this were so and so." Well what if Vampires controlled the stock market?  Would they be as greedy as our humans have a capacity to be?  Moreso? Less?

And if we threw a relationship in the mix, how would that affect things?

Miranda is the SEC's sexiest and savviest investigator. But she meets her match when she is assigned to investigate the X Corp, a company founded and run by vampires. But before she can determine if the undead have violated fair trading rules on the NYSE, Jet Curtis, vampire, X Corp.'s top hit man is sent to kill her. However, once Jet sees Miranda his thoughts turn to kissing, not killing. The two make passionate love, and then, Jet turns her into a vampire like himself. Miranda disappears. Then a year later, she returns, now one of undead, with vengeance on her mind. Can she and Jet settle their differences in order to stop X Corporation from causing chaos on the stock exchange and ruining the American economy? Here is a premium blend of dark eroticism and vampiric carnality for those who like their vampires with just a dash of sex.

~Excerpt~
Bringing his cup of coffee to his lips, he slowly turned around to see who was around.
A few children, a couple, group full of tourists, so far nothing appeared out of the ordinary.
Looking at the heavy dark clouds around him, Jet felt the wind blow.  Had he any fear left, he’d be afraid right now.  There was someone definitely watching him.

Jet set his cup down and stood.  Collecting himself, he slowly walked outside of the metal gate, his eyes scanning the area to find the predator.

Cars passed on the street.  A trolley bell rang.  Seagulls hovered overhead near the wharf.
Heading towards Market, Jet passed numerous delis and bars he’d frequented as a teenager.

Where was he?

A blur moved behind him.

He kept walking until he came to Market Street.  Stepping onto the brick paved sidewalk, he passed the porno theater and the Warfield.  The blur moved beside him.

Jet’s shoulders relaxed.  It wasn’t a true professional.  It was just another new vampire fucking with his powers.

This was going to be fun.

The sun shone just over the horizon.  It would be dark soon.

Placing his hands in his pants pockets, he began whistling a tune.

The blur moved in front of him, but tripped over a large branch and fell flat on her face.
Jet couldn’t help it.  Bursting out in laughter, he looked into her eyes.  Her deep, angry, violet eyes?
His jaw dropped.  “It’s you.”  It had been a year.

Standing, the dark skinned woman steadied herself.  Her angry eyes smoldered with hatred.  Her fangs were bared.  Her hair had grown to just past her shoulders.  She wore a burgundy red poet’s shirt, black skin tight jeans, and calf high boots.

“I am your worst nightmare.”

“Oh please.  Cut the corny crap, Miranda.  We don’t really do that.”

Surprise showed on Miranda’s face.  Her lips parted.  “How did you know my name?”

Jet steadied himself, ready to fight.  His forearms tensed in his pockets.  “Because I made you.”
Miranda’s eyes opened big and wide.

Jet could clearly see the beautiful shades of violet of her eyes.  They held his attention for just a second too long before the breath had been knocked out of him.

Before Miranda could get out of reach, he grabbed her free hand and pulled her to him.  Crushing her against his chest, he reveled in the soft feel of her body against his.  Her lush breasts were full and ripe, her nipples pointed.

Seizing her mouth with his, he slid his tongue between her full lips.  She tasted oh so sweet still.  He guessed she probably would always taste sweet, not like the way he’d soured as he aged.
She struggled in his arms, pounding on his shoulders until she surrendered to the kiss.  Her hands slid up his shoulders to his face.

Nails dug into his skin, the pain a delicious reminder that he once felt both sides of pain and pleasure.  Stepping into her body, he pulled back and devoured her mouth again.  Parting her legs with one of his, he felt her grind her hips into his thigh.

Such heat.

Wow.

Breaking from their kiss, he looked at her.  “Damn, you are hot.”

Miranda scowled.  Shoving her hands against his chest, she pushed him away.  Snarling, she lowered herself to a crouching position, hands spread apart.  She cracked her knuckles.

Jet laughed.  “It won’t work.  You cannot defeat me.  I made you.”

His laughter irritated her.  “Why do you mock me?”

“Who is mocking you?  I’ve got much better plans,” he grinned wickedly.

Miranda frowned again.

Lunging towards him, Miranda fell into his arms, knocking him down onto the hard pavement with an oomph.

Laughing, Jet wrapped his arms around her frame and rolled them over onto her back.  He made a mental note to complement her on her stature.  He loved women that were above average.  Pinning her arms down, he used his considerable weight to immobilize her.  It didn’t matter that others were staring at them out of the corners of their eyes.  It had been too long since Jet felt this kind of softness beneath his body.  She would certainly slake his dry streak.

“How about we continue this back at my apartment?”

Sighing, Miranda stopped writhing beneath him.  It was obvious by the defeated look in her eyes that fighting him would prove useless.  Miranda nodded.

“Good.”  Standing, he offered her a hand.

Miranda took his hand and pulled herself to her feet.  “Where do you live?”

Her voice changed.  It became seductive and low.  His charm worked.  Good.  Of course, she’d try to kill him once they got back to his apartment.  He had to be suspicious as a hit man.

“So,” walking down the street, “who sent you?”

“What do you mean, who sent me?”

“It’s not really our nature to kill or attack others.  So, who is paying you to kill others?  Or who is paying for my death?”

Miranda shook her head.  “Nobody.  Since I woke up, I’ve had this insatiable blood lust that I cannot control.  It makes me sick to my stomach.”

“That wears off after the first week.”

“It’s not because I became the undead.  I hate the undead.”

“Oh.”  Every being has problems.  “Why?”

“They cannot be trusted.  You should know.  You made me, right?”

Her bitter tone annoyed him.  “I was sent to kill you, Miranda.”

She jumped noticeably.  Shaking it off, she continued walking with him.  “Let me guess, the second you saw me, you wanted to fuck me, right?”

“Yup.  And now I’m going to realize that dream.”

“Ever the gentleman.  Beast.”

“I’m not the one who attacked you, remember?”

Miranda shrugged.

“So, why are you coming home with me?”

Miranda didn’t say anything.  She was busy playing with strands of hair while they walked.

“Not a talker either, eh?”

“Not like you.”

“Hey, what can I say?  Beautiful women make me chatty.”

“I am most certainly not beautiful.”

Jet stopped Miranda, grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her to face him.  Pulling her to him, he bent his head down and pressed his lips to hers until they seemed to melt together.

Groaning against him, she writhed pleasurably.

His hand slid down her back, cupping her ass.  His kiss became kisses.  His groin tightened and every last drop of blood he had pooled between his thighs.  Pulling back, he ran his fingers through her hair.  “It doesn’t have to be any other way but one.”

Stepping back, Miranda ran her fingers through her hair.  Turning her nose up, she spun around on her heels and continued walking.

Jet shrugged and walked with her.  The remainder of the walk home was just as quiet.  He wondered if she was just as horny as he was or if it’d take a drink or two to loosen her nerves.

On second thought, they both could use a drink.  He needed her to talk.  X Corporation would want answers and he would be required to provide them.  It didn’t matter where he went in the world, they would find him and eradicate him.  Unless she had the right answers to help him bring down X Corporation.

Like he gave a flying fuck.

They were people.  Prey, at this point.  Right?

If that was the case, why was he so interested in Miranda’s strong dislike of vampires?

They arrived at his dingy apartment. The front door had been removed since earlier this morning.  Goddamn thugs.

Upon looking at the old brick building with heavy bars on the windows, Miranda whistled.  “Nice digs.”  Her biting tone clearly mocked him.  “You must not be all that great of an assassin.”

“I choose to live discreetly, that’s all.  Where are you living, missy?”

“The name’s Miranda, first off.  Second, where I live is none of your business.”  She punctuated each word with a poke in his chest.

“Well, Miranda.  It doesn’t matter where either of us live.  We’re here for one purpose, right?”
Drawing in a deep breath, Miranda let it out slowly.  “I guess.  I’ve just always hated the Mission district.”

Studying her soft features, Jet noticed just how light skinned Miranda was.  “You should have fit in fine with your skin color.”

Miranda sighed.  “What white folks don’t get is that amongst the blacks, we are discriminated against too.”

“I never knew.  It doesn’t matter anyway.  As a vampire, you have only one loyalty.”

Dryly, she answered.  “To myself.”

Jet nodded.  Reaching into his coat pocket, he retrieved a set of keys.  Stepping past the doorway, he led Miranda down the grimy hall with its faded yellow walls.  Cracked paint and torn wallpaper hung loosely.  Baseboards were missing.  Walls had large holes in them.

Miranda clucked her tongue.

Jet stopped abruptly.  “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You got a better place we can do this?”

“Well, what happened to spontaneity?  You know, just us, callous and cold.  On the street, fucking like dogs.  It did look that way earlier with you straddling me.”

“I didn’t see you mind or protest much.  Now come on,” he snapped.

Miranda followed him down the hallway until they reached a set of metal doors.

Pushing his way past the doors, they came to a set of stairs.

“We could have just run up them, you know.”

“Yeah, I could have.  You’d have tripped, missy.”

Miranda reached out and grabbed his shoulder.  The full weight of her fist landed against him but he didn’t flinch.  “I’ll pretend to be hurt.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And I want to fuck yours.  What’s your point?”

“Are we there yet?”

“Just around the corner,” he pointed.

They came to another hallway, this one was painted in deep, faded shades of purple.  A torn carpet covered shoddy wood floors.  “Right there,” he directed her to the first door on their left.  “This is temporary.”

“Are they after you too?”

“They who?”  Jet pushed the door open.  Watching Miranda walk past him, he looked at her tight, round ass.  Licking his lips, he smiled.

“Whoever sent you to kill me.  They must know I’m alive still.”

“They do, but I’ve convinced them otherwise for the time being.”

“Oh?”  She spun around to face him.  Wetting her lips, she stepped towards him.

Taking her hands in his, he noted how delicate, yet strong she was compared to the way he’d held her the first time when he bit her.  It was odd that she was soft and had retained most of her human features.

“You,” he let out a breath, “are amazingly sexy.”

Pushing her into the apartment, Jet kicked the door shut.  It slammed, stirring dust.
“And you are an impatient pervert.”

“So what.”  Jet captured her mouth with his, pulled her to him.  She still smelled human, still tasted beautiful. Her velvety lips hadn’t dried out at all.  Was this what a newly made vampire felt like?  He couldn’t remember.  His own soul felt like it had been lost centuries ago.

It had been quite some time since he could consider himself a newly made vampire.

It didn’t matter.  Miranda was flush against his body, her legs wrapping around his strong hips.  Her softness brushed against his cock and he let out a moan.  Biting down on her neck, she pulled away.

“What?”

“Not again.”

“It can’t hurt you, this time.”  He grinned devilishly.

Twirling a finger down his chest, she looked him in the eyes, her lips parted slightly.  “Bullshit.  Let me bite you first.”  Her fingernail trailed over the shirt he wore.

Reaching to grasp her hand in his, Jet tilted his head to the side.

“You’re serious?”

“Indeed.”

Miranda licked her plump lips again.  Moisture glistened off her lips from the dull lighting.  Standing on tiptoes, she put her hand behind his head and pulled him to her.  Her fangs lengthened and she sunk down into his flesh.

Jet wrapped his arms around her frame, his breathing picking up.  His lungs filled with air, with her sweet scent.  His mind became clouded, his vision blurred.  Ecstasy filled his body, sending the little bit of blood he had left south.  Another moment longer and he’d be hers.

That couldn’t happen.

Still, his cock ached to fill her.  His heart screamed but he wouldn’t hear it.  Of course, his mind practically threatened with insanity if he stopped what they were doing.

A hand grabbed his ass, squeezing both cheeks.

“Miranda,” he whispered.

Chapter 3

Jet’s body blanketed hers on the rickety old bed.  Just the tiniest bit of movement made the joints creak painfully.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her skin.  Sliding down the length of her body, he slid off her boots and tossed them aside.  Her feet were tender, yet rough.  Inching his hands up her thighs, he felt powerful muscles constrict and release beneath his skilled fingers.

“Relax.”  His hand found the zipper and slid it slowly down.

Miranda gasped.

Pulling her jeans down inch by painful inch, her arousal hit him.  Wafting towards his ever sensitive nose made him grow harder with desire.

He dipped his head to her bare belly.  She still had a little fat that he found adorable.  Odd, that.  Hit men didn’t find things adorable.

Swirling his tongue around in circles, he licked her flesh.

Miranda squirmed.  Her hands balled into loose fists.

“When is the last time you had intimate human contact, my dear?”  His voice was low, dropping a pitch at the end of his question.

“It’s been awhile.  None have taken their time quite like you.”

“I have,” he pressed his lips lower over her belly, kissing his way towards the top of her curls.  “All the time in the world.”

“Apparently, so do I.”

Pulling her pants down her legs, he bunched them around her knees.  Spreading her legs as far apart as he could, he cupped her searing heat with the palm of his hand.  “You’re unlike any other vampire I’ve ever touched.  Why?”

Looking into his eyes, Miranda frowned.  “I am not that amaz-“

He flicked his tongue over her clit.

She squirmed, balling her fists tighter.

“That’s it,” he muttered against her pussy.  She was heat incarnate.  She couldn’t be undead.  Something had to have gone wrong.

It didn’t matter.  He had a woman with a beautiful pussy beneath him and he intended to enjoy her.
Full, moist lips parted at the touch of his fingers.  Sliding two long fingers inside of her, she jerked, arching her body towards him.

Bearing his full mouth over her pussy, he covered her entirely.

Her breath caught in her throat and she gasped, shoving her hands to his head.

Laving her pussy, his tongue swathed her outer lips, inner lips and finally slid inside the wet, pungent hole.

Crying, “Oh god damnit Jet…”

“Yes, we are,” he murmured slowly.

His words vibrated throughout her body, setting her nerves on fire.  She broke out in a visible sweat.
Jet licked his way out of her and reached her belly again.

Her hands shoved him down towards her sex.

He laughed.  “Impatient to come, Miranda?”

“What part of I haven’t had sex in over a year or more didn’t you understand.  Finish me!”
Jet smiled, baring his teeth again.

“No, not down there—oh goddess!”  Miranda writhed, her hands gripping the sides of his head and forcing him down against her hot pussy.  She came hard and fast.

Licking and sucking all of her juices, Jet slurped.

Miranda lifted her head, smirking.

“What?  I love a woman’s cunt,” he proclaimed.

“I hate that word.”

“Fine.  I’m still going to fuck you now.”  Without another word, Jet slid his hard body over her softness.  Sealing his lips over hers, he heard her clamor protests even as her hands reached for his shirt.

Her smooth hands ran over his strong shoulders, stripping away his shirt from him.  She reached for the zipper of his jeans and lowered it quickly.  Panting, her chest rising beneath his, she moved her head to the side for him to lick.

Latching onto the precious skin of her neck, Jet licked and sucked hard.

Her body writhed beneath his.  Her hands raced up his spine and her fingers got caught in the curls of his hair.  Tugging his head to her neck, she arched her hips into his.

Jet took the hint.  “God you’re demanding.”

“Just fuck me,” she commanded, shoving his pants past his hips.  Strong fingers found his shaft and gripped him tightly.

“You know what you like, don’t you?”

“Yes.  Your dick.  I wasn’t like this as a human.  It’s your fault.  Now shut up and fuck me!”

Jet didn’t hesitate.  Taking himself in hand with one powerful thrust, he was completely inside her.  Heat seared him, threatened to consume him.  Her canal was slick, wet, her folds engulfed him like flames begging for more air.  The spark between them was instant.

And scary.

Still, one thrust became another.  Mingled with her cries, Jet grunted and groaned aloud.  She was tight, hot.  Her hands roaming over his back became nails digging into his skin, hard enough to leave scratches.

Funny how vampires heal in moments compared to humans.

Rolling her hips beneath him, her cries let him hit just the right spot.

A hand reached for her shoulder, another cupped her ass.  Thrusting, slamming hard into her, his balls slapped against her body, felt so good.  So natural.  No other woman, alive or undead felt this way.
It really did scare him enough to distract him after she had come a second time.

His rhythm slowed.  His strokes became longer and softer.

“What’s the matter big boy?  Can’t handle this?”

“You little shit.”

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Out Now: PARADISE LEFT BEHIND by TreSart L. Sioux

Paradise Left Behind by the wonderful TreSart L. Sioux is a book about all the very good things in life: BDSM, female domination, queer romance - and so much more!  Check it out - you will not be disappointed!

TreSart L. Sioux's lesbian erotica is…

"Recommended reading." —Quiz Box


"Sexy, hot...wicked. Read on." —Wicked Thorns


The author of over 100 short stories, for the first time ever TreSart L. Sioux picks the best of her own patented brand of sexy, noirish lesbian tales. Included are the title story where a pair of lovers discover a deeper love beyond the pain of betrayal and repentance; "Harley Bitch Slave," in which a young gay woman falls in love with a butch who has an unlimited imagination for bondage, and more than a dozen other dazzling stories and novelettes.

"Ms. Sioux writes with a direct, energetic style that propels the story forward while still revealing the emotions of her characters... The sex scenes fit smoothly with the rest of the story. Ms. Sioux doesn't flinch from showing us this truth. A sincere, realistic treatment of the pains and joys of being lesbian. Ms. Sioux clearly puts her heart into her books. I enjoy reading them." —Lisabet Sarai

Out Now: STREETWALKER by Angelica French

Here's a real special book for those who like their erotica with a little extra spice ... and then some!  Angelica French's new book, Streetwalker, is all-but guaranteed to thrill and thrill again!

Carrie is a smart woman with a dark past and more than her share of heartache. Determined to retire early from hands-on sex work, she uses her skills as an exhibitionist to bargain for partial ownership of a high-end, brownstone bordello in New York City with the erudite, handsome and powerful Harlan Ledbetter.

But even though she's only 24, Carrie's already been in her line of work far too long. Besides the fact that sex has been little more than Work for most of her adult life, Carrie also has to contend with painful memories of abuse at the hands of her stepbrother. Could sexuality ever truly belong to her? Could it ever become something she would want?

Harlan, meanwhile, certainly wants more than a business partnership with this stunning woman—and the feeling may be mutual, if Carrie can let herself want him as much as she fears she does. But she has a long way to go before she can give her heart and body to a man willingly. How will she get there? If there's one thing Carrie has learned, it's how to negotiate. She has a feeling this skill will come in handy with Harlan in more ways than one.

Carrie approaches Harlan with a unique business proposal—one that offers more than just a way to run their bordello, but a whole new outlook on life, sexuality and love. Intrigued, he takes her on...
Streetwalker is Part One of Angelica French's exciting new "Sex Sells" trilogy.

Out Now: THE CLUB [Her Surrender, Book 4] by Terri Pray

Terri Pray knows how to tell a hotter-than-hot tale - and this, the newest book in the Her Surrender series, The Club - shows just how good Terri can be! 

The Club is the stunning conclusion of bestselling romance author Terri Pray's four-part saga of a woman who wanted to surrender herself to her man completely.

Linda had accepted her place as Mark's slave, knew it was where she wanted—where she needed—to be. But there was one last challenge ahead of her: the formal ceremony at the Club where, in front of all Mark's friends, she would be collared and declared his slave officially. Submitting to him in private was one thing, but to be named and known as His in full view of strangers...

Did she have the strength to kneel in front of them all and formally accept his collar knowing Heather would be there? Heather, the one thorn in their side, and the one woman determined to prevent their happiness?

Would her courage finally fail her or would Linda kneel before them all at The Club and place her life in Mark’s hands forever?

Out Now: SUPER BEAST by Lindsey Rae LaVanway

Here's a very special treat for fans of romantic/paranormal/erotica: if you like all three plus some wonderful writing then you won't be disappointed by Lindsey Rae LaVanway's new book, Super Beast!

An enthralling new book of romance, vampires and other things that make life worth living!
Reese Dennings was a happy-go-lucky young woman with plenty of friends and dreams—until she awakened one night in a strange place, and in an even stranger state. She had been turned into one of the undead, and her entire life turned upside down.
Reese was not to be left alone, however. Instead, she was presented to a preternatural world of nightmare creatures like vampires, shapeshifters and werewolves, a world in which she now had to find a place.
Though her heart and mind were a whirlpool of confusion, there were upsides to her bizarre new body and social landscape. Reese found herself discovering new talents and friends nightly, and quickly learned to do countless things others could only fantasize about.
She will soon learn just how necessary those talents and friends are. When Reese is threatened by Giapetto, a master vampire with a thirst for world apocalypse, it’s up to a band of demonic beings to defend her—and the fate of the entire world.
...And then there is Niko, another man who walks at night and causes Reese to wonder whether one monster could (or should?) fall in love with another.

Friday, August 2, 2013

A Q&A With Nobilis Reed, Author Of METHARMEA’S JOURNEY

Here's a very enjoyable interview with Nobilis Reed, the author of the groundbreaking new novel, METHARMEA’S JOURNEY

She journeyed deep into the underground world of her own time and found it: Hell, Heaven, and Purgatory – all in one!
Metharmea discovers a secret world where the human body can be transformed. Will she choose to change? And how? And what is she willing to pay?
The human form is a work of art. Over the centuries it's been depicted on canvas, in stone, and in a near-infinite array of other media. The body itself has been decorated and embellished, yet the basic anatomy has remained the same. But what if it's no longer fantasy or artwork any more? When science is able to transform human flesh into a true, living fantasy body, who will undergo the transformation and at what price?
An erotic science fiction novel that pushes the boundaries of modern storytelling.
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Q: TELL US A BIT ABOUT METHARMEA’S JOURNEY: HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE IT ... AND WHAT WAS YOUR INSPIRATION?

Metharmea's Journey is, at the core, the story of one person who decides to follow simple curiosity, and then must act on the discoveries that investigation brings. It's Alice through the looking glass, with a very different looking glass, and a much bigger discovery on the other side, one with implications for her entire world.

I initially started out wanting to write a story that had elements of all the different transformation fetish art that I've encountered. Some of them are even mentioned in the text; The name "Shunga" for example, comes from a style of Japanese erotic art where the people are portrayed with gigantic genitals. There are several others, such as women with gigantic breasts, men with two cocks, that sort of thing.

So I started with that assumption; "There are people in the world who have bodies like those you see in this art." And then I asked myself, "Why would people do this? Where would they live? What would they do?" and everything followed from there.

Q: EROTIC SCIENCE FICTION HAS AN INTERESTING HISTORY, HOW DO YOU FEEL METHARMEA’S JOURNEY FITS INTO THAT TRADITION?

Metharmea's Journey has roots that go all over the place. As I've mentioned, there are some tendrils over in traditional Japanese culture, plus modern erotic anime and manga, American pulp fiction from the fifties and sixties, and modern concepts of what it means to be one gender or another, or neither, or both.

Q: CARE TO SHARE SOME THOUGHTS ABOUT THE WORLD OF METHARMEA’S JOURNEY?

Metharmea lives in a megacity, full of buildings so tall she's never been down to street level before; it might as well be underground. It's just not part of her experience. She lives a fairly comfortable life, studying at college, going to the gym, and going out on dates with her regular boyfriend. She has no worries about having enough money, about food or shelter. Her world is at peace.

In the first chapter, she discovers an aspect of her world that she had never known existed; down at street level, in one small neighborhood, there are people who have taken body modifications to lengths she had never dreamed were possible. They live apart from her world, unknown to all except a privileged few. And this part of the world is very definitely not at peace.

Q: TRANSFORMATION IS A KEY PART OF METHARMEA’S JOURNEY - HOW DO YOU SEE HUMAN BIOLOGY CHANGING IN THE FUTURE?

Soon - very soon - we will start having to answer questions about what it means to be human. Historically, making alterations to one's body beyond a fairly trivial level would introduce more impairment than ability, but what if you could get a treatment that would let you grow taller? It's a fairly well-documented sociological fact that being tall gives people several advantages, interpersonally; if you could get an extra three inches of height, how much more successful would you be? And that leaves out entirely the question of the size of organs like breasts or penis or buttocks. What if altering the shape of your body was easy? How tall would we be? How big would be too big?

Q: WHAT ARE YOU WORKING ON NEXT?  MAYBE A CONTINUATION OF METHARMEA’S JOURNEY?

Right now, I'm returning to a project that I've neglected for a long time, determined to finish it, and not let it defeat me. I've also got my podcast, which is a constant in my life at this point. As for the next story I'll write, I'm not sure. Certainly, if Metharmea's Journey finds a decent audience, and people enjoy it, I'd consider writing more in that universe.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

New Vid: The King's Dungeon by POWERONE

Here's a wonderful new spot by our resident video master, Bill Mills ... for our resident BDSM erotic master Powerone's new novel, The King's Dungeon!