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 Who knew a cheating wife could be a turn-on?
Reluctant Cuckold (ISBN: 978-1-60381-502-4, 344 pp., $16.95), by David McManus, delves into the psychological complexities of cuckoldry.
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“In Reluctant Cuckold, McManus takes us through an erotic and intense psychological journey toward cuckolding. Our main character Dave is an all-American man with an all-American wife, but inside himself, there are doubts. As he begins to suspect his wife Ashley of infidelity, those doubts build into forbidden desires that just might show the way forward. McManus takes us through the adventure with a writer’s eye and vivid dialogue. Not a book you can put down.”
—Alex Hathaway, author of From Housewife to Cuckoldress
Dave is a young, successful, upwardly mobile New Yorker with a great job, a dream apartment, and a wife every man desires. Then comes “the rumor”…. At a party Dave and his wife are both attending, Ashley locks herself in the bathroom with a male co-worker and her best girlfriend, who goads the other two into having sex. Only later, when the co-worker brags about the incident, does Ashley admit the truth of the rumor to Dave, along with the devastating detail that the co-worker is “just bigger, OK?”
So begins Dave’s initiation into the “cuckold” lifestyle, practiced by a large community of men and women who have embraced their dominant or submissive natures in pursuit of sexual satisfaction. Everything Dave holds sacred is at stake. Will adopting the cuckold lifestyle help him preserve his marriage and his sanity, or will it destroy him?
Is the scene legit, or just a colossal mindf**k?
David McManus is not part of the “one percent,” but he does work in finance and lives with his wife in New York. He never imagined writing a book, but always thought that if he did, it would be about his industry. But circumstances changed. This is his first publication.
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I couldn’t believe what I’d heard. It would be one thing if Ashley had just drunkenly kissed the guy. But I could never have imagined a rumor like this—that Jim Murta had fucked my wife in a bathroom, at a party where I was on the terrace outside.
It seemed so ludicrous and utterly implausible. Ashley wasn’t like that. It would be insanely out of character. We’d been together for over five years, been married over eighteen months. She wasn’t going to fuck her co-worker just because her friend gave him a choice.
The rumor should have been laughable. How could it have gained traction? No one should have believed it, not even for a minute.
And yet, according to Craig, people did believe it. His reluctance to tell me, and the way he said goodbye, suggested he believed it, too.
I walked out into the crowded, rush hour streets, heading home. I was having a mental back and forth. For a while, the “no possible way in hell” side won out. Then I started thinking about that night at the party, and had creeping recollections of what seemed like nothing at the time. I started thinking about going inside to piss. I could hear Tamara’s voice saying “Dave, there’s another bathroom upstairs. Use that one.”
I hadn’t seen Ashley for a while before that. Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen her for perhaps an hour. My heart started racing and my pace quickened. The story Craig had told me seemed so outlandish and freakish, yet strangely peculiar—peculiarly detailed. It wasn’t the run-of-the-mill office story—in fact, the contrary.
“Which one of us do you want to fuck?”
Jesus Christ. That sounded exactly like something Tamara might say.
Suddenly, it seemed potentially possible that Ashley, Tamara and Jim had all been in that bathroom when I had knocked.
Part of me wanted to rationalize it. Perhaps they were in the bathroom smoking a joint. But if so, why wouldn’t Ashley simply tell me that, or at least try and account for the rumor? And how would a story like that come out of nowhere? Why was Craig so reluctant to tell me? Why had he seemed to believe it? Was there even more to the story?
I started thinking how Ashley never actually denied it. She referred to it as a rumor, sure, but by definition a rumor means it’s not confirmed to be true. It doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.
One thought quickly led to the next. She seemed to have told me about the rumor only because she had assumed I’d hear it from Craig. Would she have even mentioned it otherwise? The rumor had been going on since the prior Monday, over a week before she told me. Did she not want to trouble me or dignify it? Or was she working potential damage control on the assumption I already knew? Why, I wondered, had she told me not to bother asking Craig about it?
If the incident hadn’t happened, and people were spreading lies, Ashley would have stormed into HR that very Monday. Granted it’s not some ultra-corporate firm, but that’s how she is. Her dad’s a lawyer, for Christ’s-sake.
I thought back to her demeanor as we were leaving the party. She seemed happy but sober as she said goodnight to her friends, like she always does on any other typical night out.
But I couldn’t get past the fact that Tamara was in that bathroom when I knocked. Or how I didn’t remember seeing my wife at the time, or Jim for that matter. And Tamara’s line, “Which one of us do you want to fuck?”
Heading up Central Park West, I began to wonder … suppose everything Craig had just told me really was true?
All I had to fall back on was, Ashley would never do something like that. She’s absolutely not that kind of girl. Letting a co-worker fuck her in a bathroom at a party with her own husband nearby was off-the-charts-crazy.
Yet none of the tea leaves or strange road signs pointed to “this didn’t happen.” Instead, all the data points were lining up, like weird mental planets in alignment. Impossibility suddenly seemed possible, or maybe probable, or even highly likely.
Holy shit, I thought.
I said the words to myself in my head: Ashley fucked Jim Murta in that bathroom that night. Jim Murta fucked my wife.
 They both wanted more from their relationship … about nine inches more.
Tiffany’s Cuckold ($12.95, 184 pp, ISBN: 978-1-60381-500-0) is Fanny Press’s third contribution to the popular and controversial new “cuckold” genre in erotica. The author, Derrin Hart, also wrote one of Fanny Press’s bestsellers: Our Dark Secret: A Modern Cuckold Memoir.
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The wedding was beautiful, and James and Tiffany are riding high. But Tiffany craves more in bed … about nine inches more. When it comes to physical endowment, James definitely got the short end of the stick. Ashamed of his deficiency, he decides that a little outside action might be exactly what his wife needs. They spend one wild night at a swingers’ party. Just when they have decided that the swinging lifestyle is not for them, tragedy strikes: James is badly injured in a car accident, loses his well-paid job, and is confined to a wheelchair. The couple’s upper class lifestyle is in jeopardy. On a whim, Tiffany signs with a swinging escort agency, setting just one condition: that James be allowed to watch. The money starts to pour in. Although James has no choice but to accept her decision, he soon finds that he enjoys the show. Until it starts to go on without him. Will James decide that Tiffany is too much of a hotwife to handle, or will he accept her conditions and become her loving, obedient cuckold?
Derrin Hart is the author of Our Dark Secret: A Modern Cuckold Memoir. Tiffany’s Cuckold is the second in a series of three sexy books exploring open marriage. Coming soon: Southern Belle Cuckold. Click here to find Derrin online.
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Tiffany went over to the counter and poured herself a glass of wine—already uncorked. She seemed fine. “Come here,” she said, waving me over. “I want you to hide in that big closet.” I hesitated and looked at my wife with concern. She knelt down and looked at me, eye to eye. “James, get into the closet.”
I rolled over and she guided the doors open and pushed me in. I fit, though with not much room to spare.
There was sound at the door and she was gone. “Well, hello there,” came a deep voice from within the room. I felt stupid. Here I was hiding and seeing nothing.
Tiffany said hi back in her girly voice—much different than that of the strange man in the room with her. I wanted to throw up, yet I was excited, too. This was crazy!
“I’m Warren,” he said. “I see you found the wine easily enough.” Tiffany started to say her real name, yet caught herself, “My pleasure, Warren,” she said. “I’m T—, uh, Faith.” I remembered why we had chosen Faith. Because she had always been faithful to me.
“I have something very nice planned for us, Faith,” the deep voiced Warren announced. “By the way, you look fabulous. When I first saw your picture, I said, ‘Now that’s a clean-faced, classy lassie. She really stands above the rest.”
Tiffany giggled and said, “Well, thank you.”
I could not wait any longer. I slid the closet door ever so slightly open and peered out. Hopefully I would not be seen. Warren was around fifty, I guessed. He was in decent shape but had a small potbelly. His hair was graying and slicked back. He was dressed in black slacks and a button-down silver-gray shirt. On his wrist he sported a golden Rolex.
“Sit on the bed and relax,” he motioned to my wife. That dress of hers was skintight. She was smoking sexy. This guy would have a hard time handling her. He sat beside her and touched her hair. Nibbling her neck and kissing her cheek, he whispered, “You’re very lovely.”
Then he stood and walked toward me. I tried to duck but had nowhere to go. I was exposed, or so I thought. However, he passed by the closet into an adjoining bathroom area. “I have a surprise for you,” he announced from afar. Tiffany was waiting in anticipation. “Faith, I’d like to introduce you to my wife, San Sune. I watched as he led an Asian woman over to the bed. She was petite and pretty and wore a long black leather coat, very shiny. Her black high heels made her stand quite a bit taller than Tiff. She reached out, and the two touched hands. “San Sune is from Thailand,” he proudly announced. I’d had no idea there would be a woman involved in this meeting. Tiffany was taken aback but kept her cool.
The man’s lady friend was wearing very alluring lingerie under her long coat. The stockings were visible and I caught a glimpse of a garter belt, too. The couple wasted no time getting things going.
“San Sune,” Warren cooed, “I’m so happy we can enjoy this lovely woman together.”
 Who doesn’t hunger for more sex and love? In I.J. Miller’s stories everyone does …
“I’m going to let the cat out of the bag right off and say that, with Sex and Love, I.J. Miller has written some of the best literary erotica I’ve yet to come across. For me, character and narrative are king (and queen) of my enjoyment of a short story. In Miller’s collection, almost every story has a captivating character (or two) and a narrative that takes you on a journey you look forward to completing.”
–Nathan Burgoine, Erotica Revealed
5 out of 5: “All of the characters in each story are complex people who have intricate emotions; it’s almost like the author wrote about people I know and interact with every day, because the emotions are so real and raw. There are layers of reasoning behind what the people in these stories do; nothing is ever simple or predictable, which is why this book is so great.Sex and Love takes an honest look into the psyche of what people do and why they do it. It has a tale for everyone and about everyone. I dare you to read it and not see a little of yourself or a friend of yours in one of these stories.” Read More….
–Clea R. Gellar, Book Wenches
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4 out of 5: “The writing is very fluid and the pacing was good, too. Sex and Love intrigued me from the start …. ‘Single Woman’ is the type of short story that you do not want to end. It has everything that you want in a story.” Read more …
–Kate, The Forbidden Bookshelf
“From escaping to the Internet, to being tempted by what’s ‘wrong,’ to exploring one’s curiosity about the other team, and much more, Sex and Love is an excellent collection, very much recommended reading for short fiction fans.”
–Cowper’s Bookshelf, The Midwest Book Review
In Sex and Love (ISBN: 978-1-60381-496-6, 240 pp., $16.95), each story is carefully crafted and achingly sensual, with vivid settings, strong complex characters, and plot lines that are wholly original and unpredictable:
A married man who is a king in cybersex chat rooms, a woman torn between her boring fiancé and a hot anonymous affair, a professor fighting off seduction by a biker chick, a lonely man held hostage by a lascivious ex-lover, a housewife infatuated with her daughter’s tennis pro, a straight man tempted by a gay friend … everybody in Sex and Love wants to burn a little hotter. An intense, erotic ride that has the novel feel of one breathless journey.
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“I.J. Miller knows that the hottest characters aren’t the ones you want to settle down with,” says Polly Frost, author of Deep Inside and Sex Scenes, “they’re the ones who sweet talk you into taking a dangerous, wild ride full of sexual highs that you’ll never forget. Both women and men should enjoy this deliciously daredevil story collection.”
Jeremy Edwards, author of Spark my Moment, says, “With a sensitive eye and a steady hand, I.J. Miller brings to life ambivalence and ambiguity, emotional complexity and moral perplexity, transforming these raw materials into unforgettable narratives about our most intimate quests. I got lost in these masterfully rendered stories and found the characters living in my consciousness days later.”
Donna George Storey, author of Amorous Woman, says, “Sex and Love is a witty and unflinchingly honest look at sexual desire in all its marvelous variety. With sharp, skillful prose, I.J. Miller creates characters who are tough, human, and always ready to surprise. A thoroughly engaging coupling of the literary and the erotic.”
East Coast Author I.J. Miller has written three distinct works of fiction. His first novel, Seesaw, will be re-released by Fanny Press in 2012; it was originally published in three languages and sold over 132,000 copies. His second novel, Whipped, was published in German in 2006 by Wilhelm Heyne Verlag, a division of Random House; an English version has just been released by Fanny Press. Sex and Love is his first collection of short stories. I.J. is also a screenwriter and earned his Master of Fine Arts at the American Film Institute. You can find I.J. online at www.ijmiller.com and www.ijmiller.fannypress.com.
The Kindle version ($4.95) and paperback edition of Sex and Love is available on Amazon.com as well as Amazon.de, Amazon.co.uk, and Amazon Japan. Books can also be purchased through Ingram or by contacting info@fannypress.com. Other electronic versions will be available on Smashwords ($4.95) and from most major online ebook retailers.
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David is naked, on top of Leigh. They fuck. He speaks into her ear. Her eyes are closed.
“Will you let me do this anytime?” he asks.
She murmurs a semi-positive response.
“Will you let me do it anywhere?” he asks.
Same response.
“You’re going to give it up, one time, like you never have before.”
Her eyes jerk open. “Let me up.”
He pushes in a little deeper. “Are you sure?”
Her eyes close. No, she’s not sure.
Now David leans up, uses his extended arms, both hands on either side of Leigh, to support himself. He moves a little faster.
“You do need it?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“More than anything?”
“Right now, yes.”
“Remember how this feels.”
Her face is twisted with the emotions running through her. David goes at it more frenetically. She wishes it would end; she wants it to go on forever. But she feels bound, held, unable to enforce her wishes either way.
“David, David, David …” she groans to the rhythm of his movements.
“Let it go. Let it all go this time.”
“I can’t.”
His mouth is up against hers now, his lips brushing against her as he speaks, his pace, somehow, even faster. She writhes under him.
“You’re naughty, aren’t you?” he asks, “for going away like this with me?”
“Yes.”
“Naughty to fuck someone when you’re going to be married?”
“Yes.”
“Naughty to talk to him from here? Naughty to be with him tonight after being with me?”
“I am.”
“You need to be disciplined.”
“No!”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to do anything you don’t ask for.”
David moves into a finale, his pace like a final rush of exhausting repetitions at the weight bench, and she is caught up with him, everything she feels tumbling together in one mammoth landslide.
“Do it!” shouts Leigh.
“Do what?”
“DO IT!”
“Do what?”
“Spank me! Discipline me! I’m such a naughty little girl to do all this with you.”
He tilts her on her side, her butt exposed, his hand rising in the air then falling, crisply, repeatedly, against her ass, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to prolong what seems like a minute’s worth of shivering orgasm.
And then he’s done.
And so is she.
He sits up on the bed, quiet, distant.
Her chest is red, sore. She feels limp, like a dishrag. She feels the lingering pressure of his handprint against her butt. There is a feeling swelling within her—a feeling of being exposed in a way that isn’t good—that is threatening to burst her into tears. She fights down the feeling, not wanting to expose herself even more.
“It’s okay, Leigh,” he says softly as he unties her. “It’s just a game. It’s all over now …”
 Whipped (262 pp, $17.95, ISBN: 978-1-60381-498-0) , is the first of three novels by new Fanny Press author I.J. Miller. All three books can be classified as literary erotica: beautifully-crafted, sensual stories with strong characters and fascinating, unpredictable plots.
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4.75 Stars: “Whipped is a haunting tale of a woman trying to fight for her life on a multitude of levels. This story is touching, thrilling, and satisfying, and it will keep you turning the pages right up to the very end.”–Clea R. Gellar, BookWenches.com
“A different sort of psychological thriller that offers a penetrating look at the complex motivations behind the professional Domme scene. The emotionally complex, haunting characters will stay with you after the covers are closed.”
–Sharazade, author of Transported: Erotic Travel Tales:
“Whipped is an often wrenching, always gripping story of numbness awakening, of relationships and identities confronted, of a woman’s sudden, desperate fight for life against both the burning danger of an external predator and the palatial, frigid emptiness she has long called home. I.J. Miller’s narrative is adroit from start to finish and intimate in all conceivable ways—a full-length naked portrait of an existentially incapacitated and emotionally hungry individual on the verge of either self-actualization or self-destruction.”
–Jeremy Edwards, author of Spark My Moment
“One of those rare books that has the ability to keep you captivated throughout with its mixture of suspense, intrigue, and lashings of erotica,”
–GM Horn
Carla Peters is nearly immobilized by her empty, malaise-filled, affluent suburban lifestyle. No love in her life, strained relationships with both her daughter and second husband, Carla is desperate to move forward in some way, to connect to her family again, to find the intensity of love, to get off the Valium prescribed for her as a cure-all magic carpet.
Carla’s one salvation seems to be her strong, powerful alter ego: Mistress Domina … a leather-booted, stiletto-heeled sex goddess who discovers a talent for rendering men as vulnerable as she feels in real life. There’s a sound in her house she can’t identify, a knife in her tire, a forbidden videotape, deviant demands from an unknown stranger. Who is the stalker? Her second husband … the bouncer at the brothel … a client … or any of the men she has depended on all her life who claim the right to control her?
A handsome detective is hired to keep her safe. But he won’t let her become dependent on him and insists she rely on herself. Their connection inspires a new sense of self-worth in Carla, opening the door for greater intimacy. Yet the stalker’s deadly presence continues to block her way. Will she crumble, or rise up against him to complete her journey forward?
East Coast Author I.J. Miller’s first novel, Seesaw, was published in three languages and sold over 132,000 copies. Seesaw will be reprinted by Fanny Press in 2012. His second novel, Whipped, is also available in a German edition. Debuting soon will be a collection of short stories called Sex and Love.
I.J.’s books straddle the line between genre fiction and erotica. “Anything pornographic?” I.J. says, “I don’t think so. Perhaps it all seems a little steamier because the characters are real and the stories ring true. You decide.”
You can find I.J. on the Web at www.ijmiller.fannypress.com and www.ijmiller.com.
Whipped is available in Kindle ($4.95) and print editions on Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk, Amazon.de, Amazon.fr and Amazon Japan. Bookstores can order through Ingram or by contacting info@fannypress.com. Other electronic versions can be purchased on Smashwords or at any of the major online ebook stores.
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Adonis was not a talker, but always did as she commanded. He always showed up in jeans and a sweatshirt. Mistress Domina guessed that he didn’t have to do much to make a living and probably spent most of his time working out. He always had a tan, which provided quite a contrast to his sharp blue eyes. They were in a corner of the room, in front of a full-length mirror. “Strip! Show Mistress Domina what you have to offer.” He began a slow, provocative undressing, while she circled and watched.
Any of her friends would probably be willing to pay to sleep with him. He would be a plaything they had to have. Even Suzanne would make a move. It had shocked Suzanne how handsome some of the men were who came to Lorraine’s. She had expected a lot of hard-up creeps. But Mistress Domina was able to understand from the start that this wasn’t about men who couldn’t find women, but about those needing something missing from their lives, something that at least simulated some sense of fulfillment.
Adonis had his sweatshirt, jeans, sneakers and socks off and was clad in plain white briefs. “Touch your titties,” she ordered. “Play with yourself … Pinch your nipples … Caress your stomach …”
His abdomen was a hard knot squared into an elegant six-pack of muscles. Mistress Domina was certainly not attracted to him and, for that matter, Carla would turn him down flat even if he weren’t a client of Lorraine’s. He was something pleasant to look at, certainly someone she wouldn’t mind walking into a restaurant with, arm in arm. But he would certainly never be interested in her, nor any of her friends for that matter. Because they weren’t him.
She watched his eyes stare at his reflection in the mirror, then follow his hands as they caressed various parts of his body, a bulge already looming large under his shorts. The more he watched himself, the more erect he became, the more erratic his breathing, the less it seemed Mistress Domina was even there.
Adonis had been coming to her on and off for only a few months, but she had his needs down cold, almost from the beginning. Sometimes the men revealed themselves by saying, “No, don’t make me do that,” or some other false protestation. She had a keen ear for understanding the rhythms of their moans and breathing and could glean what would work best. Then there was her incredible instinct that identified for so many what they wanted, when perhaps they didn’t even know themselves. She understood (too well) their fears, their insecurities; she understood what would make them vulnerable.
“Ask me for them,” whispered Mistress Domina into Adonis’s ear, a soft husky whisper.
“Please, Mistress,” whispered Adonis, a pleading whisper, the first words he had uttered so far.
“Ask me.”
“Can’t, Mistress.”
She stuck the whip down his shorts, jerked the elastic away from his body, revealing heavy, black pubic hair. Then she let the elastic go and it snapped against him with a loud smack. “You will ask,” she said. “You will beg. You will plead for Mistress Domina’s panties.” The mere mention of the word sent a shiver through him and his breathing picked up into a heavy pant. “Her flowery, sexy, skimpy, satin panties with the little skirt … You will whimper like a plaything and ask to wear them.”
 Shameful Desires 1: Enslaved ($17.95, ISBN: 978-1-60381-493-5, 288 pp., 5″ X 8″ Trade Paperback) by P.J. Proud, is a ground-breaking erotic, gay BDSM romance tailored to please both gay men and the growing ranks of women who enjoy gay male erotica.
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“Even though it’s long, this book is a quick read. The sex is hot, hot, hot, and even the spanking was a turn-on.” Read more …
–Mandy, The Forbidden Bookshelf
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P.J. Proud writes in an elegant style: innovative, literary, and lyrical. The story itself does not disappoint. The intense sex play and on-again off-again romance between the two complicated and compelling protagonists will keep readers guessing—and panting for more. Those who become hooked on the first book will be delighted to hear that two more episodes are coming their way in 2011 and 2012.
Jeremy Piper has idolized Andre Jackson for years, and now Andre is acting in Jeremy’s movie. But the fledgling screenwriter is quickly disillusioned with the flesh-and-blood actor, who strikes him as rude and narcissistic. When the talk turns to bondage scenes, Andre throws down the gauntlet, swearing he can break Jeremy’s will with erotic spanking. Jeremy refuses to submit and the chase is on, with a determined Andre bent on bringing Jeremy to heel. With his life spiraling out of control, Jeremy can no longer resist Andre’s challenge. The scene that follows changes them both, revealing Jeremy’s deep-seated desire to submit and Andre’s equally strong need to dominate. Submersed in subspace, Jeremy begs Andre to make love to him, to own him, and Andre can’t refuse his willing, handsome slave. Thus begins their romance. Events and their own proud natures will conspire to tear them apart. Andre has a fiancée, Jeremy a wife. Will they ever come to terms with their shameful desires?
Always hungry for ways to create more sparks in life, P.J. PROUD enjoys drawing and painting in addition to writing, music, exercise (a fanatic!), skiing, getting lost in the woods (thanks to being directionally impaired), helping people, and spending as much time with family as possible. P.J. has been writing gay-themed short stories, novellas, fan fiction and poetry for over two years. This first novel is a coming-out story of sorts, penned from a dream and a haunting lyric, I drew a new face and I laughed, from a Jason Mraz song called “I’m Yours,” which urged the author to take a chance and change the stars. You can find P.J. online at www.pjproud.com.
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He’d always written for fun, for pleasure, poems, short stories and even a couple of novellas but once his marriage turned sour—
Well, it became as necessary as breathing.
It was the only place where he felt safe, untouchable, where he could create and play to his heart’s content, where he was a god and characters did his bidding, acted the way he wanted.
Where it was once a hobby, now it was a compulsion, trying to work through the blackness that lived inside him through words, sinking deeper and deeper into his own world, putting on the good husband face for Evie, putting on his patient, caring face for his job and not giving a shit about either one of them, truth be told … just going through the motions. The only thing he really cared about, that stirred any kind of excitement in his heart, was writing.
Well, that … and Andre.
He’d written the story for Andre. He’d changed his life, broken his marriage, and risked his job … all for Andre.
Jeremy was in love with him.
He doesn’t know how it happened, hell, he wasn’t gay or anything, nope, he fully appreciated the beauty of the female anatomy, tits especially and he’d been taken off guard, thrown for a loop at the intensity of his feelings for another man, the fucking rawness of it surging inside him, scaring the shit out of him.
Jeremy had seen Andre on TV, a medical show and he freaking hated those but the man’s presence caught him, held him and stopped him in his tracks, made him drop into a chair, open mouthed, blown away by the guy’s looks and sheer talent and right then and there, he’d fallen in love.
The man’s delivery of even the simplest lines was mind blowing and watching him for five minutes told Jeremy everything about the character he was playing, every fear and worry, every love and want, and damn, it took his breath away.
He fascinated Jeremy.
And the more Jeremy watched, the more his intensity grew. Andre could bring him through such a range of emotions in a single scene, have Jeremy laughing at a sarcastic remark and then two seconds later, move him to stinging tears with a mere look, a lift of eyebrow, a quiver of lips.
It also didn’t hurt that Andre Jackson was fucking gorgeous.
In his mind, Jeremy knew there was no way he’d ever meet him, ever know him but he’d spent over a year dreaming about it, hoping to one day stare into those green eyes, watch those gorgeous lips up close and maybe, just maybe, get the chance to touch Andre, to shake his hand or talk with the man.
He spent hours on the computer, scouring websites for information on Andre, hungry for each tidbit of news, learning everything Jeremy could about him and falling harder, deeper with each new face, each new quirk to the man’s personality.
Andre was almost a god in Jeremy’s eyes, so perfect, so stunning that it never even occurred to Jeremy that he shouldn’t be in love with him—
Even though he had man parts and Jeremy wasn’t gay—
Even though Jeremy was turning into a crazy ass stalker who probably should be locked up—
Even though he couldn’t figure out just who he was in love with, the doctor in the show or the real man.
You know him, in your gut, in your heart. You see the secrets and passion in those eyes, the promises of more. The little voice in Jeremy’s head was relentless, making him insane.
For some reason, Jeremy felt like meeting Andre would change his life.
Each week, he hung on every word, every scene, worrying about the dismal ratings of the show and scared about cancellation because without seeing Andre every week, Jeremy would be lost.
Then, a dream in the night, a story took hold and he’d written it fast and furious, pounding out the words at all hours of the day and night, driven to finish because he was writing it for Andre; he was the hero of Jeremy’s story and no one else could play it like Andre could.
He’d honed it, tugged and pushed at it, then sent it off to publishers, with little hope of a reply but he was sated and exhausted. It was out of him and that was that, as far as he was concerned.
He kept working dog hours, trying to make ends meet, smiling at the thousands of faces that crossed his path each day, trudging home exhausted each night, trying to write into the wee hours of morning, trying to recapture his muse but Evie would stare at him, pace around behind his back, whining that he never had time for her, never wanted to talk with her anymore, to make love anymore and that he wasn’t there for her.
What the hell did that mean? He was there, always had been there, never left, just pulled back on the reins a little because he’d fallen in love—
With a character on the television screen and how fucking sick was that?
And then, the letter … “accepted your submission … provide us with agent name so that we may make an offer …”
And the publication, the sudden fame. Book signings and television interviews, newspaper articles and magazine write-ups and his life had suddenly changed, different, scary and exhilarating at the same time. When he’d been contacted for a screen play, he’d almost passed out from excitement—
Until contract time and he’d held out for Andre, wouldn’t sign a thing until they had him in place for the lead.
It had taken months but he’d finally done it and his sister, a legal assistant, covered his ass with the contracts and the paperwork, not letting him sign until they’d given him everything he’d demanded and then—
Well, then he’d finally gotten to meet the love of his life, the only person he’d ever be gay for—
The man himself.
And he’d been—
Jeremy didn’t like to remember that time. Andre had been cold, barely meeting his eyes, reserved and so fucking standoffish that Jeremy, able to talk the ears off anyone, was speechless, at a loss.
They’d met in an office, Jeremy in jeans with his laptop over his shoulder and Andre in a suit, rushing to catch a plane.
After they’d shaken hands, Jeremy had stuttered about what a pleasure it was to finally meet him, always admired his work and Andre had giving him a searching look, a dart of puzzled green eyes before pumping his hand fast and dropping it, like Jeremy felt nasty or something—
And Andre had muttered out polite words, lips barely moving, the smile on them not reaching his gaze, “It’s a pleasure to meet you and thank you for giving me this opportunity. I’m, ah, a little confused about why you insisted on me but glad it worked out with the shooting schedule and hey, great story, man, truly, you’re very talented—”
And then he was gone, just like that and Jeremy deflated, his high hopes crashing down around his ears because Andre hadn’t even seen him—
And he’d shaken it off, sure that next time they met, it would be different—
 Fanny Press is leading the (sexual) charge by bringing you the hottest novels and memoirs in Erotica’s newest genre … Cuckold & Hotwife. Here is our latest offering: Alex Hathaway’s novel, From Housewife to Cuckoldress: How I Took Sexual Control of a Marriage in Crisis ($14.95, 116 pp, ISBN: 978-1-60381-490-4).
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A woman’s earth-shattering encounter with her best friend’s supremely well-hung lover sets her on a quest to reassert her sexual power. But how long will her pliant, poorly endowed husband be willing to go along for the ride? Is it really in his nature to play the willing cuckold or is his resentment building? A portrait of a very modern marriage.
Here’s what India Summer, award-winning adult actress, libertine blogger, and hotwife/cuckoldress has to say about From Housewife to Cuckoldress:
“What’s a sexually frustrated modern wife to do? And how do you balance sexual and emotional fulfillment—especially when you’re confronted with a ‘life altering cock’—and it’s not your husband’s? In this psychologically piercing and intimate voyage, Alex brings new life to the cuckolding/hot wife genre by getting inside the minds of woman in search of new answers—and sexual nirvana! This is the kind of read that puts me in the mood!”
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An experienced author whose relationships have evolved from vanilla to anything but, Hathaway Alex is fascinated by the erotic power of sexual taboos and the adventures that can be had by exploring them. Alex has a particular interest in writing about cuckolding and the unconventional sexual fulfillment it can provide. Click here to read Alex’s blog.
Coming in September, 2011: Tiffany’s Cuckold, by Derrin Hart, Author of Our Dark Secret: A Modern Cuckold Memoir
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“I have never been really interested in the BDSM subculture and have not read much about it. Now I want to read more. Juris gives us larger than life characters that are exciting to read about. I totally enjoyed Vincent and reading about him coming to terms with himself was a real pleasure for me. The plot never sags and the writing is excellent. Now I have to go back and have a look at Juris’s other books. From the bio I read, he sounds fascinating.”
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Book Rating 9 of 10, Heat Level 5 of 5, Intensity Level 9 of 10. “I am flabbergasted. In a good way. Finding Sanctuary kept me up much later than I’d planned on staying awake. Just when I thought I had an idea of how things were going to go, an extra kink got thrown into the mix, so to speak …. DC Juris is a new author for me, and one I’ll be paying attention to in the future.”
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“Finding Sanctuary is pretty hot fantasy fiction. I finished the book in one sitting and when I put it down, reluctantly, I realized this is perfect stroke fiction for women. The sex is incredibly steamy while maintaining a sensuality that will appeal to romance fans.”
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Finding Sanctuary ($14.95, 148 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-487-4) is the story of Vincent, a typical, average guy who has begun to unravel. He has a respectable, mainstream life, with a solid job, nice girlfriend, comfortable house—all the material trappings. What, then, is causing this restlessness, these blackouts? The first revelation is that his best friend Eric is also his heart’s desire. But then Eric invites him to a weekend at a BDSM playhouse … There Vincent will confront his fears and test the limits of his sexual boundaries. Eric has his needs, too—needs that conflict with Vincent’s. Will their fragile new bond survive the weekend? Will Vincent find the sanctuary he so fervently desires?
A Southern transplant who has retained none of his accent but all of his charm, DC Juris is an out and proud bisexual transgender man who moved to New York State in 2001 for a real-life romance. By day he is a mild-mannered office manager (well maybe not too mild!), by night a passionate writer of all types of romance, with an emphasis on m/m and transgender pairings. He lives in Upstate New York with his husband, three dogs, two cats, and a menagerie of Halloween props just creepy enough to keep people guessing about his sanity. Which is just the way he likes it. You can follow news about DC and see his photography portfolio on his Facebook page, Facebook.com/dcjuris. You can also join the conversation by visiting his blog, DCJuris.fannypress.com.
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Eager to satisfy his young and beautiful wife, a loving cuckold agrees to an open marriage. He finds her lovers through magazines, online ads, and swinger parties. His hot, blond wife desires handsome, well-endowed black men. These encounters take her to amazing sexual heights. However, after years of the lifestyle, the couple’s once-happy marriage begins to disintegrate. This true story will take you deep within the hotwife and cuckold phenomenon sweeping the nation.
Always the black sheep, Derrin Hart is a dreamer who took up creative writing in college. He makes his home next to an old shady willow tree with his lovely wife, Sara. His next project is a novel: Tiffany’s Cuckold.
Our Dark Secret (138 pp, ISBN: 978-1-60381-485-0) is available in paperback and Kindle versions on the US and European Amazons. Other ebook versions can be purchased on Smashwords.
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 Puppy Love 3: Reawakening (316 pp, $18.95, ISBN: 978-1-60381-482-9; ebook: $9.95), by Jeff Erno, is the final episode of the gay, BDSM romance that began with Puppy Love.
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Five Stars!
“Puppy Love 3: Reawakening is the final installment in the story of Petey and Matt, and author Jeff Erno saved the best for last…. As always the sexual relationship between these two is hot and intense. While the BDSM scenes are not as raw as in the previous two stories they still pack a punch. It is the growing non-sexual relationship between Petey and Matt that really drew me in however …. Mr. Erno soon had me caring about both men and by the end of the story I was crying … All in all the Puppy Love series is a wonderful group of books that I am happy to have had the chance to read. Book three not only shows how much the two young men have grown as individuals but as a couple, it also winds the series up perfectly. I hated to see this series come to an end and will definitely be reading it again while I wait to see what else the author has planned.” Read more …
—Lydia, Rainbow-Reviews.com
“It is with a sad heart that I write this review but I am also very happy at the same time. My favorite couple’s story has come to an end, and what an ending it was. Let me tell you this series will make you laugh, cry and have supreme bouts of anger—at least that was my experience. This is the third book in this wonderful series, and man was it a joy ride. I am talking shocking moments, moments of laughter and oh so much love.” Read more …
—Darien Moya, Three Dollar Bill Reviews
“Petey is one of a kind, and I’m actually quite sad to leave him and Matt to their happy ending. If you looking for a set of D/s books which chart the progression, and maturity of a relationship between two young men—a real ‘coming of age’ for both of them, then you can’t go wrong with this series—this book is the end of that, and you do have to read the other books in the series first. As for me, I’m glad that I read this book, and series and wouldn’t hesitate to recommend it.” Read more …
—Jenre, ReviewsByJesseWave.com
“The one thing that the series did for me was to have me change my mind about the way I feel about BDSM relationships. I have really never felt comfortable with this kind of relationship and so when I read, I had to clear my mind from my own feelings. I actually paid little attention to this as I got to know the wonderful characters that Jeff Erno gives us. There is a lot of love here in volume 3 but there are also some shocking moments …. The sex scenes are hot and wonderfully written …. The story is in first person and therefore we are allowed to experience what Petey experiences. Although I am sad to see the series end, the author did so with a wonderful book and believe me when I say that Jeff Erno can really write. Now I just have to read everything else that he has written. It is not just the story that is so good but it is Erno’s characters that give life to the story.” Read more …
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Puppy Love is the story of Matt and Petey. Not only do they identify as a Dominant-submissive gay couple, but they also defy many of the stereotypes of this type of relationship. They rarely dress in leather; they don’t hang out at sex clubs, and they have little interest in many of the heavy BDSM sexual practices. There is no denying, however, that Matt is the Master and Petey is his pup. Reawakening, book three of the Puppy Love Trilogy, is the much-awaited conclusion to Matt and Petey’s story. After the tragedies of book two, more agony and ecstasy await Matt and Petey—a shooting, an unexpected pregnancy, a big gay wedding, and tons of passionate, kinky sex scenes. Will they find their happily-ever-after ending together, or will Petey’s reawakened independence lead him down another path entirely?
Jeff Erno currently resides in southern Michigan where he works as a retail store manager. He writes gay-themed fiction and has published six novels. He is co-owner of Michele ‘n Jeff Reviews, a website focusing on gay fiction and m/m erotic romance. More information about Jeff can be found on his website, JeffErno.com.
“Matt and Petey have been a big part of my life for a long time,” says Jeff, “almost a decade. I know it may seem strange, but they’ve become so real to me that I sometimes forget they’re only fictional characters. In a way I’m actually grieving their absence. I do believe, however, that the readers who’ve followed the story deserve some resolution, and I think Matt and Petey each deserve their own happy ending.”
Puppy Love, Puppy Love 2, and Puppy Love 3 are available on Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk, Amazon.de, and Amazon.fr. They can also be ordered from fannypress.com. By mid-August bookstores and libraries will be able to order paperback and hardcover versions from the Baker & Taylor catalog as well as by contacting info@fannypress.com.
 Hoofjob, (102 pp, $13.95, ISBN: 978-1-60381-401-0), is the debut collection of underground comics by Pacific Northwest artist and writer Geoffrey Reed.
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A one-page strip that first appeared on the Internet in 2008, Hoofjob is a crudely drawn gag comic that focuses on pop culture and taboos in all their formats. Sex, drugs, rock ‘n’ roll, race, religion … no topic is left unskewed.
Drawn in a cartoon style influenced by artists such as Don Martin, these silly images clash jarringly with the dark, disturbing narratives. Salty Peters and Dick Smalls appear throughout the book as two bumbling n’er do wells. Hoofjob Comics is filled with dick jokes, scatological humor, profanity and cartoon nudity.
“I’ve been drawing this particular comic for over a year now,” Geoffrey says, “and it’s great to see it all coming together in this book. My target audience is readers who appreciate dark, adult humor. I started reading comics at an early age. Stuff like MAD Magazine, the National Lampoon and the like were obvious early influences. Don Martin’s work at MAD in particular struck a chord with me, but the underground stuff—Crumb, Peter Bagge, Johnny Ryan, Joe Matt, and Sam Henderson—are my most direct influences.”
Geoffrey Reed has contributed to the public access shows See The Light, Future Cop, and J.W. Jurkhoff’s Wacky Home Videos. In the late 1990s he was a founding member of the rock group, The Den Mothers. He currently lives in the Ballard area of Seattle, Washington with many pets and one woman. Visit him on the Web at Hoofjob.com and read his witty posts on Facebook, written under the name Geoffrey Sanchez Reed.
Hoofjob is available in paperback on Amazon.com as well as Amazon’s European websites. Bookstores can order by contacting info@fannypress.com or through the Baker & Taylor catalog.
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