When the ultimate cad falls in love, who’s going to believe it? Certainly not the one he loves ….
Promises ($13.95, 230 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-548-2) is an erotic romance by Welsh author Ellen March. A shy woman falls hard for the boy next door, a jaded multimillionaire in disguise who is only interested in getting his fill of her before moving on.
In coming months, Fanny Press will be publishing several of Ellen’s erotic romances. Next up is His Girl Friday.
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5 Stars: “Some of the hottest sex scenes I have ever read in a book. I mean really, they are out of this world! There is never a dull moment between Alex and Solomon. Either they are screwing each other senseless, or close to throttling each other out of anger. The passion is all consuming, making this book a page turner! This book will not disappoint fans of erotic romance!” Read more ….
—April Wood, A Well Read Woman Blog
Shy and self-doubting, Alexandra doesn’t ask much of life. She exists quietly in a small seaside village in Wales, working in the local library and keeping company solely with ‘Roger,’ her vibrator. When Roger breaks down, she must go to the city to seek out his replacement.
Alex’s visit goes spectacularly awry when she stumbles into the wrong hotel room, where she enjoys a blissful interlude with the room’s rightful occupant, Solomon, who she initially mistakes for a vivid dream. Sol’s skills quickly render Roger obsolete, but Alex isn’t about to let a man—not even one as gorgeous as Sol—get under her skin. Relationships are not for the likes of her.
Sol, a notorious playboy and multimillionaire hotelier, isn’t about to let her go so easily—not until he’s had his fill of her. Posing as a simple carpenter, he rents the house next to Alex in Brindley Bay. His plan is to conquer her quickly and return to his real life in a week or so. But Alex is nothing like his other women. For a start, she’s not interested in money. More than that, serious money makes her extremely uncomfortable. And she values honesty above all else. Before he knows it, Sol has promised to love her forever—a promise he fully intends to keep.
But what will Alex do when she inevitably uncovers the elaborate skein of lies he has spun, simply to bed her?
Says Ellen, “I actually love writing about women with problems, whether it’s looks, weight or other issues. I like to fetch realism into romance, in that not all guys fall for the drop dead gorgeous female. Personality is what it’s all about, along with the obvious connection—the sexual link. Instead of looks, I like to focus on the flaws we all which that we can all connect to. That we can fix, mend and move on. And Promises delivers all of this and more. At least I like to think so.”
Ellen March and her husband live on top of a mountain in Wales, which is ideal in the summer but not so much in the winter months or when it rains. She has three grown children, one suicidal cat—it really does have nine lives—and five Alaskan Malamutes. One of her hobbies is showing and working them. Ellen’s first love, however, is reading and writing. Since childhood, she has devoured every romance and fantasy she can get her hands on and enjoys acting out her own fantasies in print. Her body of work includes erotic romance, psychological thrillers and supernatural fantasies. She has published three novels in the Doms of Drakos series—Escorting Sydney, One Night in Heaven, and Shadow Play (Ravenous Romance). Click here to find Ellen online.
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It was late when Solomon met up with Callum. This time they sat in a calm pub. No banging of heavy music, no gyrating bodies, just a quiet pint and a chat. He needed to talk to someone, to try and assimilate his feelings and motives, because so far he’d had no success on his own. He’d never hungered after a woman in his entire life. Yet now he was so desperate for her he’d take whatever she offered.
“So, mate, what’s up? This looks like a serious bonding type of talk.” Callum took a sip from his pint and shot Solomon a grin. “Please, Sol, don’t tell me you’re a closet gay and about to come onto me.”
Solomon leaned back in his seat, crossed his muscled thighs and laughed. A deep, gutsy baritone burst from his large chest. “Trust me, if I decided to bat for the other side, I’d be a damn sight more selective.”
“What, you saying I’m not good looking enough?” Callum brushed his hands through a mop of muddy blond hair. He flicked his head back in a dramatic gesture.
“Get used to it, bitch!” Solomon grinned and toasted him, holding his pint up before taking another sip.
“So, come on then. What’s this pep talk about?” Callum pressed.
Solomon leaned back in his chair, studying his friend. “Remember that night when I found a strange woman in my bed?” He mentioned it with a casual ease as if it were an everyday occurrence. Callum knew it damn well wasn’t, and until he met her again Solomon couldn’t explain why he had gone through with it. To himself or anyone else. He didn’t make a habit of sleeping with random females he discovered beneath his duvet. Usually he would have at least turfed them out. Yet there was something strangely compelling about this one, from the moment he’d first touched her.
“Mmm, best jump you’d ever had, according to you.” Callum nodded, looking at him questioningly. “So, come on, spit it out.”
“Well, I can’t get her out of my head.” He took another sip of his pint and considered his friend before laying it all out. “So, I’ve bought the house next door to her.”
“You’ve done what?” About to take a drink, Callum dropped his pint back down on the table with a bang. “Have you lost your mind?”
“Think I might have,” he admitted with a shrug of his massive shoulders, ignoring the admiring glance from a tall blonde who sauntered past.
“You’re actually going to be moving?” Unable to believe what he was hearing, Callum sat bolt upright. “What’s so special about this woman?”
“I’m taking a few weeks off work,” Solomon replied. “About a month should do it, I reckon, maybe less.” Solomon was convinced that once he’d been with her again, the itch he felt would disappear and leave him whole. He stared deep into his pint, a crease marring his forehead. He shook his head. “What’s so special? I don’t know, and that’s the problem.”
He can only hold her against her will if he can win her heart.
Nabbed in New Zealand ($12.95/168 pages/978-1-60381-538-3), the third erotic romance by author Christine Edwards, features an American tourist whose torrid first encounter with a Kiwi leads to her captivity in his mountain retreat. Christine Edwards’ first two erotic romances were Claimed in Canada and Naughty in Norway. Next up: Nordic Lessons.
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“Nabbed in New Zealand is a seductive and sexy new erotic romance that kicks up the heat a few notches in comparison to author Christine Edwards’ first 2 books. Laced with mild BDSM elements such as spanking, anal play and light D/s, Nabbed in New Zealand is great book to add to your library if you are interested in venturing into the BDSM scene for the first time, but it’s not just for newbies! It’s a must read if you dig erotic romance and enjoy a little kink in your love story.”
—Cherra Wammock, Bookie Nookie Reviews
“I loved the ‘oops, you mean you didn’t want me to kidnap this hot chick for you?’ storyline. This could have gone cheesy and over the top comical, but Christine Edwards did a great job turning it into the steamy fantasy we all secretly dream about. (Don’t lie, you know you do). Valla and Judge are smokin’ hot together too. It’s the kind of D/s relationship I’d love to have. The balance they achieve together was enviable. Many BDSM themed books, I’m often left wondering how the sub doesn’t feel like they’ve lost themselves. Definitely not the case here. Judge did not stifle the vivacious woman that Valla’s character was. This was a kick ass read.” Read more ….
—Lorraine, Raw Books Online
“… The sex is unbelievably hot. The scenes are written with so much detail I feel like I’m in the room with Valla and Judge. I can feel the passion between the two.”
—Robin, Sizzling Hot Books
“This is one lustful read and I need to be on a plane to New Zealand, now! This is my first read of a Christine Edwards book and as soon as I finished I was on the hunt for more! She certainly knows how to write a smoking hot alpha.” Read more ….
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“Nabbed in New Zealand by Christine Edwards is the exotic vacation you’ve always wanted to take. It’s full of beautiful locations, amazing scenery, and hot men.”
“From the beaches to the snowcapped treacherous mountains the setting is a great backdrop to this, sit on the edge of your seat, romance. The interactions (and by interactions I mean smex) between Valla and Judge are steamy and you can certainly feel the sexual tension jump off the page.”
—Beth, So Many Reads … So Little Time
“[Christine Edwards] knows how to do fast-paced erotic kidnapping stories and even better, she sets them in places I’ve never visited. It is clear that she takes the extra time to research her story locations so that the reader really feels they are there.” Read more ….
—Musings of Mistress of the Dark Path
Taking a break from her job at an art gallery in Charleston, South Carolina, Valla Denier escapes on a week-long camping tour of New Zealand with a small group of companions and two skilled guides. Valla is enchanted by the wild beauty of the South Island and Kaikoura Beach, as well as the local men. After catching the eye of a rugged, drop-dead-gorgeous man in a café, she is shocked to run into him later that evening at a karaoke bar. Setting her shyness aside, she serenades the stranger with a seductive tune. She never imagines the lyrics would be taken literally.
Later that evening, Valla is taken from her campsite and wakes up in a strange room. Her captor is the man from the bar, Brocan Judge, a six foot five wall of muscle with piercing, cobalt blue eyes. He is not responsible for her abduction; his friend has delivered Valla as a gift, and repairing the situation is not as simple as it sounds.
Valla soon learns that Judge is a Dom, intent on punishing her for her willful ways. Even more surprising is Valla’s reaction to him. When he offers her the choice to stay or leave, she must decide how far down the submissive path she is willing to travel. But trust has never been Valla’s strong suit. Will she be able to set aside her inhibitions and give in to the strong hand she has secretly craved, or will doubt trump her growing desire?
Says Christine, “When it came time for me to choose an exotic locale for my next romance novel I did not have to look far before deciding on the glorious island chain of New Zealand. The landscape is in itself heavenly, offering both snow-capped mountain ranges and breathtaking beaches. I was excited to learn that the less populated South Island has many remote areas with thrilling and mysterious sights for my hero and heroine to explore together. And then there’s the undeniably sexy Kiwi accent. My eyes nearly slide closed in appreciation whenever I hear that sensual lilt coming from a native New Zealander’s lips. This sealed the deal for me as the perfect romantic setting for my Valentine’s Day release, Nabbed in New Zealand.”
Christine Edwards grew up in the Deep South on Hilton Head Island, SC. At an early age she developed a passion for the arts that led her to earn a bachelor’s degree in Art History from the College of Charleston in South Carolina. Christine has a special place in her heart for reading and writing erotic tales.Naughty in Norway is Christine’s second novel, with several more to be release next year. Her main focus is on loving, multi-faceted relationships involving intense alpha males and feisty heroines. She adores snow skiing, traveling the world, and spending time with her amazing family. Christine currently resides in the sleepy coastal town of Beaufort, SC. Click here to find Christine online.
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“And now, ladies and gents, hot on her awesome friend’s heels, we have another lovely American named Valla who has come to sing for us all the way from a state called South Carolina. Let’s have a big Kiwi welcome for Valla!”
Oh. My. God.Fuuuuccccck ….
At this moment in time, Mick’s alcohol-related prediction has come true. Thank goodness for the invention of strong beer. Here goes nothing ….
“Step on up, little lady. Good God, do you all agree that these Americans here tonight all look like they stepped right off the pages of Maxim, boys? Wow! Here’s the mic, little Valla, and I’m excited because I haven’t played this terrific song for anyone in quite a while. Now I have to ask, is there any lucky bloke in particular you would like to dedicate this to tonight? If not, I’m sure there will be plenty of them waiting for you when you finish.”
I dip my head and say into the mic, “Let’s just say that he knows exactly who he is … and the feeling is mutual.”
“Woooooh!” the dj and drunken crowd call out. “I suppose we have a little game of clue going on with this song then! Have at it, little gal.”
Fiona Apple’s “Criminal” fills the room. I know the song by heart and the suggestive, coy lyrics seem perfectly fitting for the lust that is mounting in me for this complete stranger. Just as the first sensual words fall from my lips, I land him with a ‘give it to me now, bad boy’ heated stare. He about drops his beer as every muscle in his body goes as tense as a two-by-four.
I let the opening line flow from my lips, letting him know what a bad girl I’ve been, as I watch him innocently through my long lashes. I thought that I would have trouble getting through it but the way he’s watching me, nearly transfixed, makes me feel as if we are the only two people left on the planet. Two people who want each other with a tangible passion.
My confidence is building as I continue on, swinging my hips to and fro. My long hair swishes across my lower back as I croon on about needing to be taught a lesson by a man like him. The submissive suggestion is sinfully blatant.
Even at this distance I can make out the thick ridge of his impressive cock straining against the front of his jeans. Or maybe my imagination is in overdrive …. My heart rate thunders as Fiona’s luscious lyrics pour out of my mouth, sung only for him, my sexy New Zealand mystery man.
In the short story collection Pink Lips and Other Stories for Girls Only ($12.95, 198 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-546-8), new author Elisabeth Anne Ryder brings to life a series of erotic interludes that should get your heart racing no matter what your sexual preference.
The girls in Pink Lips don’t always know what they want, but they know how to get it, and in the most unexpected and unusual places. A campsite, a strip club, the back seat of a limo, a hospital, a restroom stall, a dungeon. With a witch, identical twins, a sexy neighbor, strippers, a nurse, a co-worker, a Dominatrix …. Wherever these girls go—whether on a sultry Florida evening or a dry afternoon in Arizona—adventure finds them. And they love every minute of it.
Love, lust, excitement, and passion. No rules, no guilt, no consequences, no holds barred. Nothing but unadulterated adult pleasure. For girls only.
“This is the perfect erotica book for Lesbians, and for any bi-curious female out there who’s always wanted to try it. Read this book first. If you are, you will know it.” Read more ….
—Cynthia Rodriguez, Lesbiatopia
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Says Ryder, “In these stories, I mixed fantasy with some of the wild experiences I’ve both lived and been told about during my very enjoyable life. I didn’t want them to be about guilt and pain; there is already too much of that out there. I wanted to show that any kind of relationship–be it one night stand, short-term or long-term–can work, leaving pleasant memories and no regrets, if you have the right attitude and enter it in the spirit of adventure. Not to mention that I believe fiction should provide escape, not be a source of nightmares.”
Elisabeth Anne Ryder was raised on the Gulf Coast of Florida in the Tampa bay area. After working in the adult industry for twenty-plus years as an exotic dancer, she ran a Fantasy adult writing business. She is a licensed hypnotherapist and ran a successful hypnosis clinic for five years and continued the business online for another five years after that. Three years ago, Elizabeth relocated to the Dallas, Texas to be near her family. Since then she has been able to get back to one of her favorite passions, writing. Click here to find Elisabeth online.
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Al looked around, opened a drawer beneath the register, and pulled out a small, red card. On one side, glossy, black letters proclaimed “Mistress Scarlett.” Under the name was a phone number. I turned the card over and looked at the other side. There was a picture, but I could not make it out at first in the dark store.
I looked closer and realized that it was an actual photograph of a woman on her back. She had to be a slave. Her hands were tied together over her head by a leather strap that fastened to the ceiling. Her legs were spread wide apart. Leather straps enclosed her ankles, which were also tied to the ceiling. I suddenly realized she hung suspended completely off the ground. Her mouth contained a red leather ball gag, which had two strings hanging from it. The strings connected to small, metal clamps that attached to her nipples. I was amazed. I had finally found the real deal.
“Mistress Scarlett has had many things made especially for her,” said Al, leaning over the counter and staring straight into my eyes, “Gadgets, cages, leather clothing. She’s well-known in the area and highly respected.”
I reflected. Was I really up to meeting a serious dominatrix? This was one of those situations that separated the women from the girls. Time to walk the walk. “Do … uh … do you think she’ll see me?” I stammered.
Al looked me up and down, scoped out my leather jacket and matching pants, pointedly eyed my breasts pushing up and out of a burgundy V-neck, even leaned over and checked out my curvy hips. I did not mind. There was nothing new for me—either with women or men. Besides, he was my conduit to “Her” and if I had to pass a test with him, that was fine with me. Finally, he straightened up and leaned back on the counter, chewing speculatively on a toothpick.
“Mistress Scarlett has been known to take some interest in blondes with big tits … no offense,” he finally admitted.
“None taken, I replied, looking him straight in the eye. I did not care what he said about my body—he wasn’t getting any. But the appraisal was flattering.
“But there’s no guarantee that she’ll see you. She’s quite picky, and I’ve heard that most people can’t endure the trial you must go through to become one of her slaves.”
Unsure of what to say, I put the card in my purse, thanked Al, and left the store.
For the next couple of months, I kept the card but did nothing. I fantasized over and over about what our first encounter would be like. I was scared to call, but very intrigued. Was she more verbal or physical? What would she look like? I knew that whatever she looked like, if she was for real, I would love her. I would be totally devoted. She would never need nor want for another slave.
Late one night, as I lay in bed watching S&M videos, I finally got up the courage to call. She answered on the fourth ring.
“This is Scarlett,” I heard a beautiful voice say. I instantly felt a bond—an unmistakable connection.
“Hi, my name is Stephanie, but my friends call me Stevie,” I said. “I got your card from Al. I’ve been searching long and hard for you. I want you to know that I’m willing to be molded into the perfect slave. If you’ll just give me the chance, I won’t fail you, Mistress.”
Kindly, yet firmly, she said, “I’ll be the judge of that. However, I’d like to meet you. You will wait for three weeks and then come to the following address: 105-D Cadence Avenue.” She paused for a moment and then asked, “Do you know what part of town that’s in?”
“Um … yes … I’m pretty sure—”
“Good, then be here at 1:00 p.m. sharp!” she snapped, hanging up the phone before I could reply.
Pleasure Pains ($14.95, 264 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-532-1), an erotic journey of lust, love and lashes, offers a refreshingly authentic account of the BDSM Scene in contrast to all the highly implausible BDSM romances currently flooding the market on the heels of 50 Shades of Grey.
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It’s 1982 and Daniel has just turned eighteen. For years the older woman next door has been the focus of his fantasies. Nancy, the loving single mother of a baby girl, has a secret second life as a Dominatrix in a leather family. Now that Daniel has come of age, Nancy sees him as a potential slave. But when she discovers a strong natural Dominance in her new toy, she makes him her protégé instead.
Mistress Nancy guides her young man as he wins and loses his first love and goes on the road with a rock and roll band. Meanwhile she teaches him about Dominance, submission and the power exchange. Their relationship grows and Nancy shares the dark secrets of her past that will soon return to haunt them both. Is their lust and love powerful enough to survive her past and their future in a poly household?
Says the author, “The best people I’ve known in the BDSM community have always tried to give something back to others. Some hold ‘munches,’ others mentor the next generation, hoping to perpetuate the core values of honor, loyalty, and trust. Pleasure Pains is my way of doing that. I wanted to peel back the leather going beyond the play to expose the emotions and the people on the other side. The Internet has opened up the world of BDSM, tempting people to engage in potentially dangerous activities without the proper training. Accountability has been almost completely removed. The days when new members were mentored by someone who taught and introduced them to a once hidden world of leather and lust are now almost nonexistent. I hope this book might show the new generation how and why it was done, and allow for a greater understanding and acceptance of the people who joyfully embrace the BDSM lifestyle.”
Master Growls is a freelance writer and poet. In Pleasure Pains he blends experience with imagination to give readers a fun erotic journey. His writings reflect the passion and romance that drives him. Click here to find him on the Web.
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The man moved the stick over her body as if it was alive and he was admiring its own work. Daniel was expecting another barrage of medium swats building to the grand finale. The woman knew better. In the blink of an eye the man delivered four heavy swats, three on the left and one on the right. He dropped the stick into the trunk, pulled out a blanket, and in a flash, moved in back of the woman.
This time as he brought his knee up for support, his hands reached up to hers and released them one at a time. She threw both arms around him, trying to hold herself up. He already held her entire weight in his hands. The man in black lovingly brought her down to the floor at the base of the cross. He was on his knees, sitting back on his feet. She was on her side, upper torso in his lap. He wrapped her up in the blanket and held her still trembling body. She was like a sobbing, moaning rag doll. Clearly disoriented, she was uttering words that made no sense. He was again speaking, softly reassuring her that everything was okay, he was there, he was proud of her.
Nancy pressed the stop button and turned off the TV. It was like waking in the middle of a dream. His mind swam with questions and the images of all he had just seen.
“Before I learn what you are thinking, I need to know what’s happening in here,” Nancy said, reaching her hand between his legs. He was even more surprised to find that his cock was hard before she even touched him.
“Good. As I thought, something you just saw turned you on. It’s the primal beast within you,” she said.
Seeming pleased, she withdrew her hand.
“That will have to wait for later, boy, but I promise, I do have something very special planned.”
She’s a Southern cutie, but he doesn’t have what it takes to ring her bell.
Southern Belle Cuckold ($12.95/5×8 Trade Paperback, $4.95/eBook, 176 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-491-1) is the third cuckold novel by Derrin Hart. Derrin’s two previous books, Our Dark Secret: A Modern Cuckold Memoir and Tiffany’s Cuckold, are considered classics of the genre, exhibiting the author’s characteristic sly humor and raunchy inventiveness.
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When divorcé Michael meets divorcée Catherine at the gym, he’s convinced that she’s the perfect southern girl whose family will blend harmoniously with his. But Cat is not what she seems, not a tame little southern lamb, cultivated and gently reared to stroke his ego. No, she is a wild rose of Texas, a vixen who will stop at nothing to get satisfaction, even if it means jumping the chauffeur in their wedding limo. And that’s only the beginning. After all, Michael is a loving dad and a good provider, but as far as God’s gifts go, his package isn’t quite what it should be. Catherine needs more, a lot more, and he’d better come to terms with that … or else.
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I paced restlessly around about the house as I waited for the girls to return. Then I played with Oscar the cat to kill a little more time. A text came in and I rushed to my phone to read it. It was my wife. The text read, I have arrived and I’m on my way up to his loft. Be home soon, Love Cat.
An hour passed and I could think of nothing else. I masturbated to bikini pictures of Catherine I had taken on a trip to the shore. Then girls arrived home next, so there was another distraction. Both Julie and Jen said little and went their separate ways. Jen headed to her bedroom and Julie, to the television. I talked briefly to Julie, asking how her day had gone and making small talk. I think we had finally gotten past the shower incident, yet it still felt weird. I did all I could not to think of Catherine. I was turned on by her antics, yet humiliated as well. An hour passed and again a text came in.
The new text read, Just leaving now, was amazing, be home with details in twenty!
I anxiously awaited my wife’s return. I just sat and thought back to the beginning of our relationship. At first Catherine had been so reserved. She would pin up her light brown hair in a bun and conceal her body with a long t-shirt. I guess the only indicator was her little black spandex shorts. Her ass was round and visible and she wore no panties. But, who would have imagined her so carefree and wild? This woman was lucky to weigh one hundred pounds and probably stood no more than five foot three. I figured she was past her wild streak—sexy and a milf, yes, but not young enough to be “active” in this way. I guess I’d figured wrong. Being forty-something had not put a damper on her sex drive. Quite the opposite.
I found my penis hardening again. How she ended up with a co-worker tonight floored me. Then I thought of the black limo driver and our wedding. I was rock hard and stroking myself again. The orgasm that followed was incredible. Before I had fully recovered she was home.
She walked in as I stood waiting for her in the hallway. Her hair was a mess and her makeup different—she must have reapplied it. She smiled and hugged me. I followed her into the kitchen, where she sat on a barstool. “So how was your evening?” she asked with a grin.
“Very funny,” I replied. “I’m kind of freaking out here, Catherine,” I added in all seriousness.
She pouted and stared me directly in the eye. “Relax honey, I will tell you everything upstairs.” Her cheeks were flushed and she had razor burn around her mouth. I waited in silence. Then I got cocky, “Perhaps I should see other people too?”
Catherine laughed. “Come upstairs, silly,” she said, taking my hand and leading me to our bedroom. “Your sexual services ain’t worth beans, darlin’,” she drawled. Normally her Texas accent was hardly noticeable, but I could tell she was feeling her oats. “No one would want you.”
Am I Pleasing You? ($10.95, 102 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-530-7), is a new collection of edgy short stories by Brian Whitney.
Brian’s previous collection, 37 Stories About 37 Women, earned him a reputation as a clever stylist who can keep you reading long after you leave your comfort zone.
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“Experience sex and drugs from the seamy side of the tracks in this Canterbury Tales for adults…. [37 Stories] is not a “happy” book. In fact, it contains more realism than most people would like. But that just may be what makes it such a unique book …. You should give this book a shot just see if you’re one of the unique readers that will become an instant fan.”
—Lynn Cunningham, Fresh Fiction
“No holds barred reading, 37 Stories About 37 Women is an enticing read that should prove hard to put down.”
—Midwest Book Review
“Murky, lascivious tales of sex, relationships and addiction.”
They lurk in cyberspace, inhabit the cubicle next to yours. They seduce you, enslave you, lie to you, take your money. And you let them, because they give you what you want, what you crave. Or you think you can save them.
The stories in Am I Pleasing You? are roiling with men and women addicted to sex, drugs, alcohol, love, pain … whatever makes them feel alive. And, little by little, you begin to “get” them, too, can’t avert your eyes from the runaway trains of their lives as they whiz past.
In Am I Pleasing You? it’s just a stumble or two from the wild party to the homeless shelter.
Says Whitney, “I’ve always been drawn to the crazy people—those that are considered strange or perverted. There’s so much darkness in so many minds, and everyone goes through their lives trying to hide it. These stories are about not hiding it. Even though I’m writing about the dark stuff, that’s not all there is to these characters. Everyone I meet is damaged in some way. Love isn’t simple. Just because someone does horrible things to you doesn’t mean you stop loving them. And you can do horrible things to someone and still love them completely.”
Brian Whitney has been a counselor, a landscaper, and a case worker at a homeless shelter. His interests include ruminating, perseverating and hanging out in bad places. If you have a Great Dane he will like you immediately. Brian has published two other books, Wasted Paradise (Club Lighthouse Publishing, 2013) and 37 Stories About 37 Women (Fanny Press, 2012). You can find him online at whitney.fannypress.com.
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So most people, when they say they want to slit their ex–girlfriend’s throat, you know what to do.
I mean it isn’t cool either way. Let’s be clear. Threatening to kill someone = not cool.
But you know it happens. Guys act that way at times. I don’t say shit like that. It’s uncouth. But some dudes do. And when they do it’s pretty easy to tell when they are somehow thinking that it’s funny. You know “I am gonna kill that bitch.” Ha. Ha. Ha. Yeah. Funny.
The other type is the one you call the cops on. Like, “Whoa, this dude is going to kill his girlfriend.” You can’t let that ride. Right?
But with Sean I can’t tell. He has said it about three times, “I want to slit her fucking throat” and I go, “Dude, you aren’t serious right?” But still I can’t tell. He usually says it when we are hanging out in the back of the homeless shelter. We work there. We aren’t homeless. Yet.
He is working there now because he lost his other job due to the restraining order out against him. Yeah, you guessed it, the chick who had it issued is the one he is threatening to kill.
My advice is that they get back together.
Hear me out.
So first, here is a little bit about Sean. Good looking, a former minor league baseball player, has banged about 150 women. He told me this. I believe him.
Sean used to work with his ex. He did child protective work. Yeah, really. She became his girlfriend. His obsession.
During this time Sean fucked a lot of women. He would ask me to fuck the women with him—I declined—and he often had whatever chick-he-was-screwing’s bank card with him. He was always broke. His phone was always being shut off. He used to bang this middle-aged chick with granny hair so he could do his laundry at her place. But for some reason there were all these women and then there was Heather, Sean’s ex. All these other women were fools for him, but he was a fool for Heather. And that seemed to drive him wild.
When I met him he was sober. I swear that if he wasn’t—if I had met him when he was partying—I never would have suggested what I did.
Sean could not drink because he was on probation for an OUI. An OUI he was charged with for driving over to Heather’s one night to see who she was fucking. He knew she was fucking someone. He knew she was lying to him about it. He was trying to get in, being loud, when the cops showed up. They arrested him with OUI because he drove over there. Of course the case all depended on her testimony. If she said he had been drinking over at her house and that he hadn’t just driven there, the case would not exist. The next day she put a restraining order out on him.
So he quit his job. He quit a job where he was making about $45,000 a year. He had to. He worked with her. He was humiliated. He was panicked.
He got a job at the shelter for around twenty-five grand a year.
Sean doesn’t drink anymore. He can’t. Bail conditions. He doesn’t drive. He rides his bike to work. He stacks chairs at the end of the day so the janitors can buff the floor. Sometimes the chairs have urine on them, other times they don’t. He does security in the soup kitchen and throws people out who are unruly. He wants to die.
He was sober. He had to be because of bail conditions. I didn’t know him when he was partying.
So anyway, hear me out ….
Held captive in the Norwegian wilderness, can Vail escape before her heart is captured as well?
Naughty in Norway ($12.95, 174 pages, ISBN:978-1-60381-542-0), is an new erotic romance by author Christine Edwards about a beautiful Californian who is kidnapped by a biker after witnessing a murder. In coming months, Fanny Press will be publishing several of Christine’s erotic romances. Next up is Nabbed in New Zealand. Christine’s first novel was Claimed in Canada.
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“I loved the quick pace of the book and how the story flowed, keeping me interested the whole way through. If you love sexy Alpha males who are bad boys and belong to an MC then I think that you’ll enjoy this book. It may have you booking a trip to Norway in the near future!”
–Steph, Sizzling Pages Romance Reviews
“I wasn’t expecting such serious emotional depth. The title being ‘Naughty’ led me to believe it might be an easy erotic read. Well erotic yes … but easy no! The erotic actually was mostly anticipation and sexual tension as high as Mount Everest. Vail (very intriguing name by the way) and Alreck just oozed with chemistry…. I loved every moment and hated to see it end.” Read more ….
—Nichole’s Sizzling Pages Reviews
“A great read for an afternoon that was delightful. The characters are smolderingly sexy, intimidating, feisty, fun and a bit dangerous; loved that. I can’t wait to read what’s next in this series.” Read more ….
—Book Lunatic Ramblings
“Overall, I highly recommend this book to anyone who loves reading romance novels. You will enjoy the blossoming romance between Vail and Alreck as well as the adventures they have while out in the middle of nowhere.” Read more ….
—Jennifer Jinright, My Beautiful Nitemare
“Though I’ve never been to Norway myself, the author did an excellent job of making me feel like I was right there. The description was detailed but not too heavy-handed. I also thought the pacing was excellent. There were no dull moments and it always seemed to be intense …. Alreck was definitely dark and broody—just the way I like heroes to be …. I really enjoyed his character. Definitely the hot, sexy, protective alpha type! Things move quickly in this novel as far as the action goes, but I appreciated that the reader is given a chance to get to know the characters before things get too steamy. By the time Vail and Alreck do give in to their attraction if feels natural. I absolutely loved how the romance played out and honestly wanted more by the end (though it finished great)…. I give Naughty in Norway four whips!” Read more ….
—Mistress of the Dark Path
Vail Fillion has left her home in Huntington Beach, California, to study Scandinavian Culture in Oslo, Norway. But she gets her first real taste of culture shock when she goes along with her friend Lisetta to a wild party at her cousin’s biker bar. Vail is surprised to find such a large group of motorcycle enthusiasts in this often snow-bound country. She is even more stunned to discover that the bikers are normal guys, if perhaps even more physically imposing than your average Viking. Alreck Falstad—a 6’6” blond, tattooed stand-in for a Norse god—catches her eye but also scares her to death. Just as Vail is starting to enjoy herself at the party, something truly frightening occurs. The evening is abruptly cut short by a brutal crime, and she is the lone witness. Before she can make it to the cops, Vail is drugged, loaded into Alreck’s truck, and transported to his remote cabin in the Lofoten Islands.
Why has Alreck kidnapped her, and what are his plans with her in his snowy haven? Is he her savior, her nemesis, or both? Even if she could escape, would she truly want to?
Says Christine, “Writing Naughty in Norway gave me a wonderful opportunity to explore Norwegian culture and language. I was very conscious to make certain aspects of the novel as historically accurate as possible. The locations, food and phrases are all well known by Norwegians. My biggest challenges were to bring forth the beauty of the geography as well as the intense, underlying passion of Alreck’s personality.After researching bikers in Scandinavia I was enlightened to the fact that there are several distinct motorcycle clubs within Oslo alone. Being the modern day warrior that he is, it was only fitting that I write Alreck as a Harley Davidson riding sexy biker.”
Christine Edwards grew up in the Deep South on Hilton Head Island, SC. At an early age she developed a passion for the arts that led her to earn a bachelor’s degree in Art History from the College of Charleston in South Carolina. Christine has a special place in her heart for reading and writing erotic tales.Naughty in Norway is Christine’s second novel, with several more to be release next year. Her main focus is on loving, multi-faceted relationships involving intense alpha males and feisty heroines. She adores snow skiing, traveling the world, and spending time with her amazing family. Christine currently resides in the sleepy coastal town of Beaufort, SC. Click here to Christine online.
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Alreck hovers just outside the bathroom as I pull the door open, his legs spread wide and his arms crossed in front of him in a dominant stance. He watches me warily.
“Choose a drink,” he says before stepping out of the doorframe.
“Go find my wallet and I will,” I sass back at him with hands on my hips.
He leans down within inches of my face and says in a harsh whisper, “Enough, woman. We’re not stopping again until the fuel runs out, so pick something to drink or you’ll go without.”
Okay, what’s with the excessive alpha-ness?
“Whatever.” I mumble to myself as I trudge past him and grab a giant bottle of Voss water.
He slips the bottle from my fingers and stalks up to the register to pay. I see that he’s also purchasing a coffee along with another bottle of water. The forty-something female attendant bats her eyelashes at him and giggles as she gives him the total. If he notices at all then he’s not letting on. With his looks, women most likely hijack his cell on a regular basis to program their digits into it for him. Ugh!
He takes my hand once again while carrying the bagged drinks in the other. We rush through the bitter cold toward his truck and this time he doesn’t attempt to help me get in.
It is a struggle to climb into the cab, but once I’m seated I reach out and slam the door in his face, making certain that it’s left unlocked.
Please let this plan work.
My breathing is out of control as the adrenaline begins to course through my veins.
I watch cautiously as he hauls his big frame up into the cab, and just as he reaches into the bag of drinks I lurch my door back open and jump down, falling hard onto my knees in the snow. It stings like a beast and I bite back a groan as I lurch to my feet and begin to run back, hell bent, toward the tiny store.
I ran track throughout college and know that I’m quick, but my knees are killing me from the impact and the snowy ground is a far cry from a proper track. When I’m halfway across the parking lot, someone passes me in a sprint. Alreck?
Before my brain can register how to evade him, he turns around and faces me with rage in his eyes before charging at me. He hauls me up and over his giant shoulder before I can so much as pivot away from him.
Speechless, I look up in terror at the attendant who’s watching us from inside the window in stunned surprise.
Like a complete Neanderthal, he locks a hold across my suspended legs and prowls right back to the station. He says something to her in Norwegian that, to my complete dismay, makes her laugh and wave to me as I’m carried away.
“Call the …!” I wail, yet before I can complete the sentence a hard slap lands without mercy right on my ass cheek, effectively silencing me after I let out a startled, “Ooh!” as the burn spreads across my rear.
The attendant gives me cheeky smile. What did he say? She seems to have zero clue what I’m desperately trying to convey to her.
Too frightened to struggle, I let my body go slack as I’m carried to the truck.
In this school, the three Rs stand for ruttin’, ’rithin’, and resignation. Baby, you’re not the cock of the walk.
The Education of a Cuckold: A Story of Love, Lust, and Fate ($12.95, 182 pp, ISBN: 978-1-60381-544-4) is the second novel by Alex Hathaway, author of From Housewife to Cuckoldress, considered by some to be a classic of the genre. Like his first novel, The Education of a Cuckold is brimming with Alex’s usual sly humor and raunchy inventiveness.
4 Stars: “This book was nicely written, had a wonderful positive and inclusive message, and introduced us to the fetish of cuckoldery quite nicely. The story of the hero was the journey here, and his coming to terms with what he thought was a limitation, but it opened a whole new world of exotic fetish pleasures to him was my warm and fuzzy takeaway. Nice job on this, and I am a happy reader today. Recommended.” Read more ….
–Sylvia Storm, eRead Erotica Reviews
4 Stars: “The Education of a Cuckold does an excellent job of presenting the cuckold fetish in an accurate and erotic manner as it chronicles significant events in the life of Jason, a young man who is sexually insecure due to his diminutive genitalia, from his late teens through his early thirties.” Read more ….
–Jim Lyon, Blogcritics
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On Tribe.net, Veronica gave From Housewife to Cuckoldress an A+: “A friend of mine into the scene recommended this novella to me, and I have to agree with her, it’s wickedly fun. Most femdom themed novels read like bad Internet porn, and most books featuring themes of cuckolding usually portray the cuckoldress as one dimensional, but not in this case. I could relate to the wife’s predicament completely. It involves her understanding of her natural right, as a woman, to find regular sexual fulfillment. And her undeniable realization that her husband just isn’t enough. Despite the love she has for him, he simply is not her sexual equal.”
Jason is a smart, handsome high school kid, but when he falls hard for Beth, he just can’t drum up enough confidence to bring their close friendship to the next level. Meanwhile he has to watch her date other guys. At the end of the summer before college, Jason finally discovers Beth’s secret: she is sexually voracious. He also makes an uncomfortable discovery about himself: he is too poorly endowed to ever satisfy a woman like Beth. But wait … watching her make it with other men is no small turn-on.
College brings more brutal lessons in humility, and Jason despairs of finding his place in the sexual universe. Then, as he begins his adult life, he meets Kristen and for the first time begins to take his extracurricular studies in submission seriously. Under Kristen’s cruel and compassionate tutelage, he learns exactly what it means to embrace his true cuckold nature.
Alex Hathaway is fascinated by the erotic power of sexual taboos and the adventures that can be had by exploring them. An author whose relationships have evolved from vanilla to anything but, Alex has a particular interest in writing about cuckolding and the unconventional sexual fulfillment it can provide. Click here to find Alex online.
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A few days into my stay at Beth’s house, all the dominoes fell. I was supposed to be out all night at my buddy Neil’s party. Beth had to work—or so I thought. She was a waitress at Friendly’s, pulling in a few bucks. Plans went awry; Neil’s parents got wind of the party and shut it down early. After knocking softly as usual, I came in the back door of Beth’s house and went into the kitchen. Jamie was there, spooning out of a pint of ice cream.
There were also empty beers cans on the counter. Jamie was known to suck a few drinks down. Alcohol tended to make her even less inhibited—if that was possible. Beth had told me a story once that I wasn’t sure I could believe about Jamie and an ex-boyfriend who had cheated on her. She had allegedly sucked down a six pack and then fucked his arch-rival right in front of him at a party. It was one of those legends that followed her around but without sticking to her like it would most girls.
“Uh-oh,” Jamie said when I came in, looking at me real funny.
“Well, maybe it’s just as well.” With a knowing smile, she added, “Come with me. I think it will be better to, uh, show you.”
I had never been all the way down the narrow hallway where Jamie led me, beyond the guest rooms her family maintained. Toward the end was a basement room their doctor father had turned into a private den, his own sterile version of a man cave. Turns out the girls used it as their “make out room,” sneaking boys into the house whenever he was out of town, or even sometimes when their parents were asleep. There was a back staircase to the den that for some reason had never been completed. It led to a landing the family used for storage, where the boxes were piled high.
Jamie turned off the hall light and quietly opened the door to the landing area, pressing a finger to her lips to shush me. As she opened the door I heard the unmistakable sounds of sex.
It was dark behind the boxes, but Jamie pulled me over to a section that was opened up a little. The boxes had been stacked in a way to allow someone to peer between them and get a good look at the sprawling, half-finished room below. Jamie pulled me over and pointed my head down toward the opening for a good view.
“Brace yourself,” she whispered grimly.
I looked through the opening and saw Beth kneeling down about twenty feet away.
Welcome to the Yukon, a land of wild beasts and wilder men.
Claimed in Canada ($11.95, 148 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-537-6), is a BDSM romance by new author Christine Edwards. In coming months, Fanny Press will be publishing several of Christine’s erotic romances. Next up is Naughty in Norway (Coming November 1st).
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When Violet London travels to the Canadian Yukon on a research grant, she can’t imagine greater excitement than the chance to study wolves firsthand. Yet more thrilling than any wolf is Luke Benoit, a handsome French Canadian Logger whose brute desire to dominate both tempts and frightens her. Unnerved by her craving to submit to primal passion, Violet is drawn to another man, Damon Holden. Damon is a gorgeous surgeon with everything a girl could want—money, education, and sophistication. Violet must choose between the man who saved her life during an attack by the very creatures she is sworn to protect and the man who offers her the comfort of financial security and solid social standing.
Damon is the safe choice, or is he?
“I loved CLAIMED IN CANADA. It’s a sexy spin on the typical stories of Domination and submission that line the bookstore shelves these days. I am really looking forward to reading more of author Christine Edward’s work, hopefully in the near future.” Read more …
–Bookie Nookie Reviews
“Just reading about Luke gives a girl the sweats & chills … yup, it’s a cold shower, extra batteries, need your significant other, type of read! Claimed in Canada is full of hot sex, but it also contains a fantastic storyline…. Christine Edwards has written one hell of a book!” Read more ….
—Karry Pacious, I am a Book Addict … and proud of it
“The book is written in the first person which gives it a more personal touch. It feels almost like a diary, a record of Violet’s adventures in remote Canadian wilderness. I got very quickly engrossed in Violets exploration of her almost animalistic attraction to Luke, a local lumberjack…. I have enjoyed the book tremendously and I would recommend it to anyone looking for a good, romantic story with alpha males, sassy heroines, twists and turns, and a happy ending long time coming.” Read more ….
–Miss Anna Key, Nudge Wink Wink Romance Reviews
“What a sexy adventure, in and out of bed! …. There’s an undercurrent of mystery, and suspense through-out the story…. Luke is all action, baby! She succumbs to his domineering nature, and expertise in cranking up her libido (I did, too, but in my mind). The sex between these two is scorching! I think at one point I actually had heart palpitations …. This is a well-written, sexy story and I couldn’t put it down.” Read more ….
—Tory Richards’ Romance with an Attitude blog
“As the story progresses Ms. Edwards takes us on an emotional rollercoaster with twists and turns that leave us gasping. The sexual chemistry between Violet and her chosen is very hot and consistent. The raw emotion that comes across during the sex is hot enough to melt through the snow of Canada. The suspense in the story is nicely woven into the romance and leaves you begging for more. I really enjoyed Claimed in Canada and I can’t wait to read more from Ms. Edwards.”
–LT Blue, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
“Well, that was quite an intense story! The way it was written had me pulled into the action immediately. I found it easy to imagine being in the snowy forest with Violet……and Luke. Oh.My.God….Luke, he is the quintessential alpha male and not only that but a full on he-man Dom, be still my beating heart! There is no doubt that Violet is attracted to him but she is also attracted to Damon. Damon is very different from Luke. Where Luke is a rough around the edges outdoors guy, Damon is a wealthy surgeon with smooth moves. However there was something about Damon that made my skin crawl and his creepy side was soon revealed (I totally called it!!!)The sex is smoking and Luke really showed his dominant side.” Read more ….
–Smutty Kitty Book Reviews
“As I read Claimed in Canada, the weather where I am is well over 100 degrees, so the snow and ice was welcome to cool down a hot read.”
Says Christine, “As an avid skier, I have been fortunate enough to glide down slopes all over the world, yet it’s the awe inspiring scenery that I encountered in Whistler, B.C., that carved a special place into my heart, thus leading to my initial inspiration to pen Claimed in Canada
. ‘R’ and I stayed in a rustic yet chic chalet-style home that was filled with Native Indian masks and art, along with fantastic woodwork everywhere your eye wandered. It was quite easy for me to allow my imagination to run wild. Outdoors we would often ski for long periods of time without seeing another soul. Although we only encountered deer and rabbits within the forest just off the slopes we were more than aware of dangerous creatures (Bears and cougars) that call the frozen mountain their home. One would certainly not want go off of a run and become lost in the forests on the mountain, especially at night or during a swiftly moving storm where your visibility would be severely impaired. I wanted to blend all of this intense drama and beauty into my book, thinking that it would be exciting to save all of the danger for my fabulous heroine.”
Christine Edwards grew up in the Deep South on Hilton Head Island, SC. At an early age she developed a passion for the arts that led her to earn a bachelor’s degree in Art History from the College of Charleston in South Carolina. Christine has a special place in her heart for reading and writing erotic tales. To date she has published two novellas along with two full-length novels including Claimed in Canada and Naughty in Norway (coming soon from Fanny Press). Her main focus is on loving, multi-faceted relationships involving intense alpha males and feisty heroines. She adores snow skiing, traveling the world, and spending time with her amazing family. Christine currently resides in the sleepy coastal town of Beaufort, SC. Click here to go to Christine’s website or here for her blog.
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“You know what a Dom is, Violet?”
My brain does a free-fall as all of the air flees my lungs.
He sits patiently awaiting my answer with a cool gaze that doesn’t betray his thoughts. I wish I could be so calm.
“I, well, I’ve read a few books. I assume that you’re referring to a d-dominant?” I stammer, unable to meet his eyes. My throat feels as dry as kindling.
“Yes, now tell me about what you’ve read.” Still no expression. Is he trying to torture me? I’m sure my face is fire-engine red by this point.
“Well, they were just, you know, erotic stories with Master and slave scenarios.”
I start to look at my hands clutching my tea cup when he says to me, “Don’t look away again. Tell me, did they get you aroused?”
“Luke, this is highly embarrassing. I’m shy to begin with and these questions are really personal. I’m feeling very uncomfortable now. Is this your goal? To humiliate me?” I turn away again.
“You’re gorgeous when you blush like that, baby; however, I asked you not to look away from my eyes. If you do it again I’ll have to teach you a lesson, little beauty. Understood?”
Oh my God! My body betrays me. My pussy just got totally wet at the thought.
I struggle to keep eye contact and nod.
“Were you aroused by the books?”
“Of course I was. I mean, most women want a man who’s completely in control during sex, correct?”
He gives me a thoughtful look, like a teacher. “You’d be surprised, angel. Most think that they want to give up their control, but that control is who they are so they can never really submit to their base needs and desires.”
A deep concept from such a rugged guy.
“The reason I’m asking you about your interest in the stories you’ve read is because I can see as plain as day that you’re a natural submissive, right to your very core, baby, and being a Dom, I find this irresistible.”
I’m at a total loss for words and have never been so shocked in my life. Leveling him with a serious look, I ask, “Are we really having a discussion about BDSM?”
Without hesitation he fires back, “Yeah, we are and I’ll tell you why, angel. You defied me by getting into an ass load of trouble today. Nearly got both of us killed and I’m going to punish you for it, but I’m a fair guy so I’m giving you a choice. Either take your punishment by itself or take your punishment followed by the pleasure that I’ll allow. But that will be given only if you’re a good girl for me.”
My Body-Mine ($15.95, 324 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-534-5), by Blakely Bennett, is the final episode in the My Body erotic suspense trilogy. In Books 1 and 2 Jane abandons her mundane existence as a successful businesswoman and willingly becomes the financially-dependent sexual plaything of two charismatic men, only to discover that their exhilarating game poses unforeseen dangers to both her body and her mind. In Book 3 she discovers what she truly desires from life and love.
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5 Stars: “After the first two books I was emotionally invested in the characters and wondered what would become of Jane’s future. I had a hard time putting this book down to go about my life. This book did not disappoint. I absolutely loved the ending–the perfect ending for an emotional roller-coaster journey. “ Read more ….
“MY BODY-MINE is a great end to a really fantastic trilogy! I am truly a fan of Blakely Bennett’s imaginative and emotional work. I am excited to see what she has in store for her readers next!” Read more….
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Jane has accepted that her relationship with her husband Luke, who drew her in to the dark side of BDSM, is over. She has taken refuge at the home of Luke’s powerful friend Marcello and his submissive, Janice. With Marcello’s patience exhausted, Jane must either submit to his demands or move on from his household and his support. Ultimately, she signs a six month contract of sexual servitude but, as Marcello and Jane grow closer, Janice feels neglected and jealous, creating tension in their normally easy daily rhythm.
In an effort to help Jane, her best friend Parker introduces her to Chase, a confident and flirtatious man who lacks the arrogance of either Luke or Marcello. Jane’s rapport with Chase is lighthearted and subtle, allowing her to gain a new perspective on men. She is intensely attracted to Chase but does not feel free to consider him as more than a friend.
Once Jane gets a real picture of Marcello’s extremes, she knows what she must do. Her feelings about Luke and Marcello and her own sexuality must be resolved before she can find true love with a man who appreciates everything she has to offer. Can she possibly find the kink she has come to desire without the full-time submission?
“I experienced a mix of emotions upon completing My Body-Mine,” says Blakely. “I accomplished my goal, which was in itself gratifying. I also felt sad to say goodbye to Jane, my protagonist. The most interest part of the journey to becoming an author has been meeting people who think my novels are true and my characters are real. I’m flattered that they feel the stories so deeply that they believe the My Body Trilogy is based on actual events.”
Blakely Bennett has been residing in the great Northwest for over seven years. She graduated from Nova Southeastern University with a degree in psychology, which accounts for her interest in crafting the personalities, struggles, and motivations of her characters. Click here to find Blakely on the Web.
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“You don’t get it,” I said. “I don’t have any desire to see Luke again. I just wanted to see the house. I expected it to be occupied by different people, not by all our furniture and belongings.” I really wanted the conversation to be over, but I still had questions. “And Janice? Did you talk to her? Resolve anything? Do you know what she thinks about you and us?”
“No, and yes.”
“You can’t keep shutting me out. I did what you recommended and talked with her. What’s going on with you is affecting my relationship with her and the comfort level in this house.”
“I realize that, but the situation isn’t easily remedied.”
“Well, it might help if I understood the situation. What is going on? Is she right about your feelings for me?”
Staring into his glass, he said, “It’s not uncommon when a Dom brings a new sub into the house that she tends to get more attention for a while.”
“You’re going to speak to me in generalities?”
“What is it you want to hear?” He kept his eyes on the bottom of the glass.
“The truth would be good.” But as the words came out I wished I could take them back.
“I’m in love with you.” He sighed and sank back against the couch.
His answer, although not unexpected, knocked the wind out of me. “And obsessed?” I heard myself say, my voice nearly inaudible.
“I love her but it’s different. And right now—”
“So she was right then.”
“What do you plan to do?” I felt anger and confusion in equal measure.
Marcello placed his glass on the end table next to him and said, “This is one of those situations that just takes time.”
“Janice didn’t sound particularly patient,” I said.
“She’ll be visiting one of my good friends next weekend.”
“That’s the solution?”
“The immediate one, yes.”
The silence stretched between us. I felt pain in my heart. I knew very well how it felt to love someone more than they loved you. I had loved Luke more than he loved me, more than I even loved myself, and it had cost us both way too much. And now somehow I’d become the withholder, sandwiched between Janice and Marcello’s relationship.
Marcello loved me? I still couldn’t wrap my mind around that. It left me to wonder if his love stemmed from my refusal—or my inability—to surrender. A man like Marcello wasn’t used to be being denied. I knew I could never love another person as much I had loved Luke or that I even sought to.
Keeping the thoughts to myself, I said, “I honestly don’t see how sending her away will help but I’m not Janice.” Sliding over to the corner of the couch so I sat close enough to touch Marcello’s arm I said, “What is it you want from me, Marcello? And please don’t say ‘everything.’ ”
He chuckled but the light didn’t reach his eyes. “Di dare amore una possibilità.”
“To give love a chance.”
“That takes time,” I said.
“Yes, and that we have. Come sleep with me tonight.”
“Wouldn’t it be better if you came to my—”
“Get ready for bed and come to me.” He lifted the tumbler of scotch and drained the contents. As he glowered over me, I felt his palpable sadness.
“Okay,” I said and rose up to kiss his full lips.
Heading to my room I wondered why he seemed so sad.