Desires, by Galia Ryan: Book 3 of the Luxuria Trilogy

desires Desires ($12.95, 202 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-445-4), is the third book in Galia Ryan’s erotic Luxuria Trilogy, which includes Choices and Secrets. Fans of the series should be pleased to know that this is not the last they will hear of Anna and Stephanie. Galia is currently working on a series of short stories to be published as eBook singles, and at least two of these will feature Stephanie and Anna. All six will eventually be published in one volume.

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Anna is one of Elite Escort Agency’s most popular call girls. She is quite comfortable living in the lap of luxury and pleasing a variety of wealthy men on her own terms; however, she longs to return to respectability. Only now she is accustomed to the best of everything. So Anna embarks on a quest to discover what else she is good for, other than dazzling every man who crosses her path.

Anna’s calm is shattered when a former client resurfaces. A few years earlier Adam introduced Anna to bondage and submission. But although he held her in his thrall, Adam overestimated his power. When he demanded total surrender, she cut herself off from him forever. Now Adam is asking to see her again. Initially she refuses, but what can she do? She can’t stop thinking about him.

The owner of Elite, Stephanie, is also haunted by memories of a former lover—Giancarlo, now married and dedicated to charitable work. When, after ten years, they come together once more, neither can resist the pull of their unresolved past, despite the possible consequences to Giancarlo’s career.

Says Ryan, “Anna has made her decision, and this book follows her journey, and to some extent that of Stephanie. Of course, life is never predicable, and just when both women think things are running reasonably smoothly, up pops the unexpected! One of the most enjoyable aspects to this series was to allow a voice to some of the men who shared Anna’s stage by paying for her services as an escort.”

Convent educated from the age of four, Galia Ryan was brought up not to question. Perhaps because of this, she has always been fascinated by all things esoteric and ‘outside the square.’ Originally from Sussex, England and now living in New Zealand with her soul-mate husband and grown-up family, Galia tries to find time between her passions for writing and reading for her other love—travel. There is always a growing list of must-see places. You can find Galia on the Web at

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The club was full of fetish glam. The music was loud, and the red, blue, and green spotlights cleverly angled. Punks and Goths mingled with leather-clad Masters and mistresses. Slaves were being walked around on leashes. Naked breasts were on display everywhere. The crowd was as flamboyant as it was eclectic.

Adam took Anna’s hand, as if sensing her need for reassurance, and led her beneath a stone arch supported by Romanesque columns into a dimly lit room. Splayed across a pummel horse, a woman was moaning her gratitude as a leather strap came down on the quivering flesh of her backside. After watching closely for a moment, he untwined his fingers and settled his hand on her rubber-covered arse instead. It was a proprietary gesture, and the significance was not lost on her.

He leaned closer. “Do you wish you were her?”he wanted to know.


“Lift your dress. I want to feel you.”

The tight rubber had moulded to her body to form a second skin. Before she could do as he’d asked she had to peel it away. It wasn’t easy. The rubber was good quality and difficult to stretch. After a lot of surreptitious pulling and tugging, the dress was high enough to please.

“Much better,” he whispered in her ear.

She felt the warmth of his palm as he stroked and caressed the rounded flesh of her arse, but it was nothing like the heat that had risen into her face. Others would be watching, noting what Adam was doing to her and rating her compliance. She turned slightly to confirm her suspicion and saw a Mistress tug on her slave’s collar and slap his face. She wondered what he might have done to incur such wrath. Stolen a forbidden look at another woman, perhaps?

Adam’s hand wandered farther, finding its way down between her cheeks. Wanting to please, she moved a little and parted her legs to give him better access.

“It turns you on.” His lips formed the words against her neck.

Knowing he was referring to the scene being enacted on the pummel horse, she shook her head.

“No,” she said quietly.

“Perhaps not the thought of pain, but watching has made you wet.”

She was silent.

“Perhaps we should visit the dungeon.”

The Shameful Desires Trilogy Comes to a Close with Shameful Desires 3: Unbound

unboundThe riveting saga of the volatile relationship between Jeremy and Andre comes to a supremely satisfying close with the gay BDSM erotic romance, Shameful Desires 3: Unbound (274 pages, $14.95, ISBN: 978-1-60381-518-5), by P.J. Proud.

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Jeremy Piper’s life has come full circle, and he’s happier than he’s ever been. He’s living with his Master, actor Andre Jackson, embracing his submissive nature, and planning for their wedding. His newest novel is being made into a movie, with Andre as the star. Although Andre can’t reveal that he is gay and involved with Jeremy without risking his career, they are thrilled to be working together.

Until the handsome young actor co-starring with Andre sets his sights on Jeremy. Unlike Andre, David is totally out and proud, and he’s still getting romantic leads. One misunderstanding leads to another, and Jeremy is forced to take desperate measures to make things right with his Master.

Will Andre and Jeremy ever learn to trust each other and what they have together? Will they ever be able to live without hiding, without fear that others will discover their shameful desires?

Shameful Desires 3: Unbound is the final episode of the Shameful Desires trilogy. You won’t want to miss Shameful Desires 1: Enslaved or Shameful Desires 2: Mastered.

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 four years. Shameful Desires 3: Unbound is the author’s third novel, following Shameful Desires 2: Mastered and completing the trilogy. Shameful Desires 1: Enslaved was the first, 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.

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 The front door swings open and Jeremy’s yanked away from the counter where he’s making dinner, spun around in a circle.

“Andre, what the hell?” He’s laughing, protesting, but enjoying his Master’s strength, his solid muscle that lifts him so easily.

“They found your Dominic, Jeremy.” Andre’s mouth finds his in a quick kiss. “It’s finally starting to come together.”

Dominic is the other romantic lead in Jeremy’s movie, the one who doesn’t get the girl, and Andre’s been reading with other actors for almost three weeks now. He runs to get his computer, Andre pulling him onto his lap, kissing his bare shoulder as they search the Internet for one David Bryant, reading his bio excitedly and then falling silent, unable to look at each other.

Because David is gorgeous, deep blue eyes and a shock of black hair—tall, with muscles on muscles and his lips are almost as pretty as Andre’s but that’s not the problem, not at all ….

Seems David is gay, totally out and proud, and he’s still getting work as an actor.

Jeremy clears his throat, Andre’s silence becoming too much for him and scoffs, “He probably doesn’t get all that many roles.”

But he does. They read about all his credits, many attained since his coming out, and he’s working plenty, mostly as leading men in romantic comedies, carving a niche for himself. Andre, looking crestfallen, clicks on the mouse and shuts down the computer. They both stare at their images reflected in the screen.

Jeremy turns, slides his arms around his Master and kisses him gently. “He’s just different from you, Andre. It doesn’t mean anything for us, we’re … we’re okay like we are.”

Andre shakes his head, keeps his eyes down and nods, shrugs, “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Andre picks at his dinner in silence, lost in thought as Jeremy stares worriedly across the table at him.

He doesn’t understand. If that man can make it in show business and be openly gay and still get roles, then why the hell can’t Andre? He doesn’t dare bring it up because he knows Andre’s mulling over the same thing in his head, beating himself up over it.

PROMISES, an Erotic Romance by New Fanny Press Author Ellen March

promisesWhen 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.”

Nabbed in New Zealand, by Christine Edwards: A Contest of Wills on a Snowy Mountaintop

nabbed_nzHe 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 ….

—Foxylutely Book Reviews

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.”

—Dames Unrestrained

“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.

Pink Lips and Other Stories for Girls Only: Hot Idylls for Cold Winter Days

pink_lipsIn 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, a Realistic BDSM Romance by New Author Master Growls

pleasure_painsPleasure 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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“The accuracy of the scenes, reactions, results of play, conventions, etc. are what make this book a joy to read. The scenes are that much hotter because they are very accurate…. The sex scenes come fast and furious in Pleasure Pains and the kink level is amazing. If this book doesn’t get your sex drive started, or more accurately, kicked in to overdrive, you may need to go see a doctor for treatment. The plot driving the incredible sexual action is basic, but well-paced and lends itself to further upping the sexual nature of the story.”  Read more ….

–Master Peter Raven, BDSM Book Reviews

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.”

Southern Belle Cuckold: When He Comes Up Short, What's a Man to Do?

southern_cuckoldShe’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? Stories From the Dark Side of Human Behavior

amipleasingAm 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

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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 ….

Naughty in Norway, a New Erotic Romance by Christine Edwards

naughty_norwayHeld 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

Naughty in Norway Button 300 x 225Vail 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.

I’m doomed.

Too frightened to struggle, I let my body go slack as I’m carried to the truck.

The Education of a Cuckold, a Novel by Alex Hathway

education_cuckoldIn 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, 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.