SECRETS ($12.95, 208 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-516-1), is the second book in Galia Ryan’s erotic Luxuria Trilogy. SECRETS is the prequel to CHOICES and tells the story of Stephanie and how she came to be the owner of Elite Escorts. A natural seductress, Stephanie is cut off by her wealthy family and forced to live by her body and her wits. Both Anna and Stephanie’s stories will continue in Book 3.
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CHOICES, which introduces Anna, has received several five star reviews:
Bookie Nookie Reviews called it “Sexy, indulgent and satisfying … This is a great choice if you are looking for some light BDSM and erotic entertainment.”
Wrote Harriet Klausner, “A strong character-driven BDSM tale as Anna goes from the ecstasy of serial shopper to the ecstasy of serial sex.”
“Filled with the kind of intense sexual experiences you would only wish to have in your fantasies,” wrote A Simple Mom Blog
Stephanie is a wild child, abandoned by her mother, spoiled by her father. Nothing is off-limits—even her father’s business partner—and bargaining her virginity for a summer on the Côte d’Azur is only the beginning.
Through her lover Charles she meets Olivia, who ushers her into another world. One of wealth, opportunity, and sex. Lots of sex. Gaining entrance to society via the beds of the elite, Stephanie is on the brink of having it all.
Then everything changes.
Says Ryan, “Secrets opens some twenty years earlier than Choices, and centres on the precocious sexual activities of a young Stephanie, the character who would later become the owner of the high-end escort agency that features so predominately in Choices. By the time I had completed this novel it was obvious that the third and final book in the series would have to return to Anna, and respond to the burning question of exactly what she did in the aftermath of Choices …. If you are one of those dying to know, and can wait just a little longer, I promise the third book will reveal all!”
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. Click here to find Galia on the Web.
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When he returned her to the apartment in the early hours of the morning, instead of turning to him for their usual farewell kiss, she leaned against the door frame.
“I have a bottle of champagne and a terrace with view of the harbour.”
He couldn’t believe it. Was he really going to get what he wanted? Or was she still toying with him?
He needed reassurance. “Are you sure?”
She pushed the door open a little and, with her eyes locked on his, fingered the hem of her dress. Pleating the material she slowly edged it higher.
Charles swallowed. She was drunk, he thought.
Or was she? Okay, perhaps she’d had a little too much.
She was humming softly, her hips swaying to the rhythm. The dress went higher. She pushed the door fully open. It swung back and hit the interior wall with a loud thud. Even that couldn’t distract him.
Her performance was surprisingly professional. First she exposed one toned and perfect thigh, then the other, teasing and tormenting him more erotically than he could ever have imagined. When she parted her legs, his fingers twitched in anticipation. He focused on the hidden area of her cunt, willing the dress even higher.
Finally he was allowed a glimpse of what he had dreamt of for so long. A triangle of black silk, with fine blonde hair peeking from the sides.
He inhaled suddenly and loudly. He’d had no idea he was holding his breath.
As if enjoying her power, Stephanie gathered the last folds of her dress, and displayed herself proudly. Her belly was flat, her skin flawless and bronzed by the sun. He had not seen such perfection in years.
“Well?” she asked.
It was as if a spell had been broken.
He grabbed her and pushed her into the apartment. This time when the door closed, he was on the inside.
My Body-His (Marcello) ($14.95, 264 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-525-3), by Blakely Bennett, is the second book in the My Body erotic suspense trilogy. These books tell the story of a once-independent woman whose sanity is threatened by her total immersion in a branch of the BDSM subculture that does not adhere to normal practices within the community.
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The third book in the series, My Body-Mine, will be released in July.
5 Stars: “MY BODY-HIS (MARCELLO) is an excellent example of dark erotica at its best. If the dark-side calls to you and an emotional BDSM read is what you are craving, then this trilogy will likely be just what the doctor ordered!” Read more …
4.5 Kinks: “Very emotionally involved …. I can’t wait for the last book in the trilogy.”
“I absolutely recommend this read! There are not many books I’ve read lately that have brought out the waterworks. When I finished these two books by Blakely Bennett I had to lay down for a while and calm my nerves. It took me a while to get my mind off of the events in the book. So be warned – You will be emotionally drained reading My Body-His and My Body-His (Marcello).” Read more …
—Romance Addict Book Blog
The first book of the trilogy, My Body-His, has generated a good deal of controversy as well as extravagant praise. “The story is exciting and enthralling and deserves to be a formidable success,” wrote Ashley Lister on Erotica-Readers.com.
Jane Stiles has embarked on an intense odyssey into the world of domination and submission. She no longer recognizes herself. She has quit her job, surrendered her possessions and agreed to a wedding where she is the only one naked, all for the sake of the elusive Luke—a man so compelling, she can deny him nothing. Now there is no going back. Her new life will revolve around Luke, his friends and clients.
Hovering in the background is Luke’s best friend Marcello, whose ego is as towering as his stature. Marcello has set his sights on Jane. She is drawn to his power, his masculinity, and the challenge he represents, even though she fears and dislikes him. After Luke discovers that Jane has breached one of his many “rules,” he sends her to Marcello for punishment and lessons in Dom/sub culture. What happens there will change her forever.
Jane and Luke reconcile, and even find a rhythm that includes not only bondage and punishment but genuine love-making. Just when Jane is convinced that the happiness and devotion she has always craved is within reach, Luke pushes her beyond endurance, and she rebels in a way her harsh husband cannot forgive. From there, her life spins out of control. But Jane has a strong spirit, and she will prevail.
“Some of the feedback I received from MY BODY-HIS compelled me to clarify a few matters for those about to embark on the second episode,” explains Blakely. “I never set out to write a romance or to depict a healthy Dom/sub relationship. While the MY BODY Trilogy takes place within a branch of the BDSM subculture, Jane and Luke’s relationship is dysfunctional and the arc of the story is her journey through it to her ultimate self-empowerment …. Read the whole trilogy and you will see.”
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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As we drew closer, I could see how I would be fastened down. “Get up,” Janice said.
“But nobody’s here yet,” I said.
“Soon enough. Now do as I say,” she said, pointing to the thing in the center of the room.
Feeling like a dog obeying a command, I did as I was told. I thought I’d be fastened the long way but instead she draped me over the side. My hands were encased in shackles next to my breasts which were displayed prominently against the leather. My knees hit the back of the pad and she lifted each of my feet, levering them up against my upper legs. She bound my lower legs to my thighs with wide leather belt straps, and then tightened each side to the corners of the brown apparatus, which spread my legs wide. My vagina and buttocks were fully exposed. The angle of my head made my mouth vulnerable, which scared me more than my wide-open bottom.
Aside from the chilly air of the room, I shivered from being so vulnerable. I wondered how long I’d have to wait.
“Janice?” I said.
“Shhhhh,” she said. She knelt down by my head and said, “Don’t say another word. As a matter of fact, don’t speak again until this is all over and you’re back in my room.”
I took her advice and kept my mouth shut. I wished she had put a blindfold over my eyes. No such luck. I wondered how long I could remain with my head hanging over without developing a huge headache. I prayed the people would soon arrive so I could get past the ordeal ahead.
“Thank you, Janice, you’ve done just as I’ve asked.” It was Marcello.
Marcello made no effort to acknowledge me. I was being exhibited as human furniture. I’m sure if I’d looked more comfy, he would have used me as his chair. I wanted to scream curse words at him but I remained silent as the blood rushed to my head. I heard him pass behind me and take a seat.
“Invite them in,” he said.
I felt a simultaneous rush of excitement and dread. My body flamed but my mind rebelled against such abuse. I was confused about my response to Marcello and his lack of acknowledgment. I hated him, I reminded myself … loathed him, actually.
I tried to find a space in my brain where I could wander and detach from my body but my body would not have it. I could hear people milling about and saw their feet passing by. I held still as I assumed Marcello would not approve of me looking around. The size and style of the shoes circulating made me certain the guests were all men.
I could smell the stench of cigars and hear ice clinking in glasses. Classical music played in the background. This sophisticated party with cigars, aged cognac, and classical music required that I be tied down as a party favor? For some reason the whole scene made me want to laugh. I tried to keep from shaking. I thought I had done a brilliant job until I heard a loud snap behind me.
Worried, Janice stooped next to my face. “Are you okay?” she whispered.
I shook my head yes and she could see I rocked on the edge of hysterical laughter.
She crouched closer to my ear and said, “Get a grip. It’s about to start.”
My Body-His ($13.95, 246 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-523-9), is a work of erotic suspense about a successful career woman whose foray into the BDSM lifestyle causes her to compromise her core sense of self in pursuit of ever heightened sexual pleasure. This is the first book of a trilogy by debut erotica author Blakely Bennett. The second and third books, My Body-His (Marcello) and My Body-Mine will be published in 2013.
Join Blakely for a reading at Uppercase Bookshop in Snohomish on January 12, 2013 at 6:30 p.m. Click here for details.
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“From the opening lines, Bennett leads us into a compelling world of credible submission and dangerous domination. The story is exciting and enthralling and deserves to be a formidable success.” Read more …
—Ashley Lister, Erotica-Readers.com
“Though MY BODY-HIS can easily be read as a stand-alone, it is the first book of three and I am dying to know how the rest of the story will play out. If you like the dark-side of erotica and are looking for something new to sink your teeth into, then this will be right up your alley. I was captivated from the very beginning and I am confident you will be too!” Read more ….
—Bookie Nookie Reviews
4.5 Stars: “The writing is really very good. I was very absorbed in My Body-His so much that I really (truly!) almost threw my kindle against the wall multiple times. In the end I needed to believe the author knew what she was writing. I believe the actions were put in to create those emotions in the reader the author wanted to showcase and they are powerful, visceral, and (frankly) nauseating. In this the author succeeded wonderfully.” Read more ….
—AlexJouJou, Manic Readers
“The author Blakely Bennett did a great job telling this story. She had me on edge wondering what would happen next. That is what a good author does. I can’t wait to read the rest of the books in the trilogy to find out what happens next.” Read more …
–Abigail, Kinky Book Reviews
Jane Stiles is successful in business but bored with her socially mundane existence. One night at a party, she meets an intense and compelling stranger named Luke. This fateful encounter prompts her predictable life path to veer into uncharted territory, sweeping her along on a frightening erotic journey into the world of bondage, domination and submission.
Jane had never experienced genuine desire, and now passion consumes her life, robbing her of free will. Her new lifestyle creates an emotional chasm between her and her old friends. Will they understand why she has abandoned her high ideals and long-term plans for a traditional wedding?
What society considers right or wrong no longer matters. Prepared to surrender everything to Luke, she wonders if her everything will be enough. She now needs his discipline as much as she craves his love and approval. How far down this dark path is she willing to go?
Jane’s pilgrimage into domination and discipline has created a war between her mind and her body, and her body is claiming victory.
Says Bennett, “I completed my first draft of My Body-His long before all the fervor over 50 Shades of Grey. Unlike the main character in that book, my protagonist Jane is a sexually aware adult, independent and strong. But then she finds herself in terra incognita—a dark side of sexuality she knows nothing about. She’s in love, so she trusts the man not to go too far—without taking into account that she barely knows him. Having majored in psychology, I’ve always been fascinated by what motivates people to act against their best interests. Although I’m not into the BDSM scene personally, I spoke with many who are, and their input helped lend the story an unusual authenticity.”
Blakely Bennett grew up in Southeast Florida and 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 particular interest in crafting the personalities, struggles, and motivations of her characters. She is an avid reader of many genres of fiction, but especially erotica and romance. Writing has always been her bliss. She is attracted to stories of self-struggle and ultimate recovery. Blakely is married to a wonderful, loving and supportive husband, also a writer, who helps to keep her grounded. She is a mother, a communitarian, a lover of music (always on while she is writing—thank you, Pandora), and a good friend. An advocate of love and female empowerment, she is a facilitator for a women’s group. She loves to walk and hike for exercise and finds that, since moving to Seattle, WA, she is now one of those “crazy” people who walk in the rain. Click here to find Blakely on the Web.
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“What do you want from me?”
“Everything? What does that mean, everything?”
“I want you completely and totally. I want to merge our lives and bodies. Your body—mine and mine—yours.”
“But you just met me,” I said as I shifted to face him.
“Tell me …. How long should it take?”
“Until you get to know me better.”
“I know everything I need to know,” he said, leaning over to kiss me on my cheek. He lingered there for a moment and then said, “Let’s have them wrap up the rest of dinner. We can eat it for a midnight snack.”
“I have work tomorrow.”
“Worry about tomorrow when it gets here. Let’s enjoy ourselves.”
Against my better judgment—hell, all of my judgment—we started walking slowly back to my car. He held my hand and I could feel his energy entering my palm, permeating my body. In contrast to the hurried march on the way to the restaurant, he kept a relaxed pace and whistled softly.
“I think you must be the strangest person I’ve ever met,” I said, as my arms swung slowly with his.
“Well, you must have limited exposure to people because I meet people far stranger than I all the time. I think up until now you’ve lived a sheltered existence. To please your mother maybe?” He wasn’t looking for a response. “No matter,” he continued, swatting his free hand in the air as if to push the thought away. “That will all change soon enough.”
I started to believe everything he said. Did I actually keep on the straight and narrow because of my mother? I’ve always felt rebellious of her ways but have I really strayed that much?
We crossed the parking lot to my red Honda Accord and he held out his hand for the keys. He unlocked the car and opened the passenger side door for me.
“Where to?” he said as he settled himself into the driver’s seat, moving it back to accommodate his legs.
“Don’t you already know?” I asked. “How did you find out where I work?”
“Actually I do.”
“How the hell do you know where I live and work?” I said, shifting in my seat to face him. The fear in me again raised its ugly head.
“The cabby was a friend of mine,” he said, shrugging.
“Should I be worried for my life? Are you a deranged serial killer? Do you stalk women with wavy brown hair?” I was only half kidding but at the same time my head felt like it was splitting open. What the hell am I doing? I thought.
He laughed heartily and said, “Not to worry. I will never hurt you unless you want me to.”
My heart beat rapidly in my chest. I didn’t know how to respond. He turned over the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. I watched the familiar streets pass as he made his way to my condominium.
“Where should I park?” he asked as he drove my car into my complex.
Relief swept over me when I realized he didn’t know my apartment number. “Park in the spot over there,” I said and pointed.
He maneuvered into my space and quickly got out of the car. I began to get out as well but he caught the door in time to open it himself. “Thank you,” I said. “I’m not used to having men open doors for me.”
He held out his hand. I swung my legs around and he pulled me to my feet, embracing me around my back and lifting me onto my toes. He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me for the first time. My body caught fire, making me feel like it had been asleep all of my life up until that very moment. He kissed me deeply, exploring my mouth with his tongue. As he sucked my lower lip into his kiss, I could smell his warm spicy breath on my face. His kiss took me on a journey of sensation. He encouraged me with his lips to explore his mouth with my tongue. I kissed deeper than ever before, lost in another plane of existence. The kiss took away any possible resolve I had left. When he finally pulled away I felt light-headed, the way I did after an orgasm.
“Wow,” I whispered.
“Let’s go,” he said, lifting the leftovers and handing me my purse and flowers.
He strode over to the elevators, leaving me behind to catch up.
“Hey,” I called.
“We definitely need to get you more practical shoes.” He walked back and handed me the bag of food.
Swooping me up in his arms like a bride, he carried me to the elevator. My weight didn’t slow him down.
“What floor?” he asked, waiting to push the call button on the elevator.
She needed the money, then she needed the sex. Whatever will she do now?
CHOICES ($12.95, 194 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-514-7), is the first book of the Luxuria trilogy, by debut erotica author Galia Ryan. The second two books, SECRETS and LIES will be published in 2013.
5 Stars: “I was immediately captivated by Anna and her story. CHOICES, the first novel in a new trilogy, was sexy, indulgent and satisfying. I can’t wait to read the rest of Anna’s journey as she continues to discover herself and all the pleasures life has to offer. This is a great choice if you are looking for some light BDSM and erotic entertainment.”
–Bookie Nookie Reviews
5 Stars: “Anna’s apparent addictive personality makes for a strong character driven BDSM tale as she goes from the ecstasy of serial shopper to the ecstasy of serial sex. The two men she likes enhance reader understanding of Anna as they are opposite sides of the same coin. However, this is Anna’s awesome adventure with her bouncing from one decision to another only to find new daunting options await her.”
5 Stars: “This book is filled with the kind of intense sexual experiences you would only wish to have in your fantasies. Not only that but it puts into perspective just how far we can be willing to go for money and for love. We are never willing to admit to ourselves just how far we want to go to please our partners. This book makes you think about what it would be like to actually follow that kinky side of yourself and put sexual satisfaction before all else. I truly enjoyed reading Choices. Galia Ryan did an excellent job keep you turned on right to the last page.”
–A Simple Mom Blog
“I read this book in about 2 hours. WOW! Okay I loved the beginning and almost everything about the book. Great story Galia. I loved everything about it. No I still do not like the ending but it was perfect. The perfect ending to a perfect story.”
–The Bunny’s Review
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Anna is broke. Really broke. Credit cards maxed out. Store cards, too. She can’t make her repayments and there’s nowhere to turn. Educated, intelligent, and—until recently—upwardly mobile, Anna is forced to make a choice. Sink or swim. And swimming means finding a part-time job to complement her full-time career. One that would pay enough to get her head above water. Except that part-time jobs don’t pay. Usually. Drawn into the sordid world of private escorts, Anna discovers there is little she won’t do for money, lots and lots of money. She even starts to enjoy the sex. Until she meets an unusually seductive client who introduces her to the world of Dominance and submission. Then everything changes.
Says Ryan, “CHOICES began as an erotic idea. A vague mishmash of fantasy and fiction. Take a girl. Give her a solid family background and a respectable career. She is, of course, intelligent and confident—a woman of today. Add a measure of debt. Nothing too serious. A credit card or two, the usual store cards. Perhaps even a personal loan. She could be your best friend. She might be your sister. Throw into the mix the insidious global financial crisis and the ever-increasing cost of living, and watch her world come tumbling down. Then offer the solution, sex for payment. Would she or wouldn’t she? I love writing and reading erotica, especially if it involves a measure of sexual psychology, the delicious underbelly that takes the act of sex to the next level. In fact CHOICES was such fun to write that the moment I had finished the manuscript I sat down and started the prequel, SECRETS.”
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. CHOICES is her first novel. Click here to find Galia on the Web.
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Adam smiled and offered her a fold of bank notes.
She felt a pang of disappointment. But this was business, after all. What had she expected?
Tucking the money into her handbag, a recent purchase from a very exclusive designer, she wondered which of them would initiate the next move. He was looking at her with enough intensity to see into her soul, but then he lowered his eyes.
“Do you like men looking at your breasts?” he asked.
He leaned forward and spoke quietly.
“I think the correct answer is ‘yes.’ ”
She nodded in understanding; unable to believe how quickly everything had changed.
“Why don’t you ask whether they please me?” he continued.
She licked her lips. Her mouth was dry. She wasn’t even sure she had the ability to speak.
“Do you find my breasts pleasing?”
“Very much so. But, under the circumstances, I think I would prefer it if we could be a little more down to earth. Why don’t we agree that we will call them tits?”
She shuddered. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t heard the word before. In fact she often used it herself in her line of work.
“Let’s try again.”
“Do you find my tits pleasing?” she asked, swallowing hard over words that were usually so easy for her.
“So much better. Yes, I do. Now let me ask you a question. Would it please you to have them touched?”
“Yes. Please touch them.” Thankfully Chloe had taken over—a professional willing and capable of assuming the role he wanted her to play.
“What exactly would you like me to touch?”
“My tits. Please touch my tits. They are aching so much.”
“Then perhaps it would be better if you removed your clothes.”
She stood and faced him. It had not taken her long to learn how to stage-manage undressing, and her performance was faultless. Naked, she lowered herself onto his lap, making sure he noticed that her nipples were already standing hard and proud. As she had known he would, he placed a hand lightly on each breast.
“Harder,” she demanded, leaning back and closing her eyes as if in pleasure. “Squeeze them.”
His touch was nowhere near enough to satisfy her, even had it been what she wanted.
He removed his hands altogether.
“I’m not sure you really understand your situation, Chloe,” he said. “You are here for my pleasure. Not the other way round.”
“Oh.” She was hugely embarrassed. “Of course. I am so sorry. How may I please you?”
Anna had never misjudged a client so badly.
“I think I would like to see your tits hanging down. Would you place your arms on the back of that chair and lean forward?”
He stood beside her and cupped each dangling breast in turn, weighing it and feeling the fullness. To her horror she felt herself respond when he grasped a nipple, pulling it downward as if to milk her.
Unable to help herself, she groaned loudly.
“Please control yourself.”
“I’m trying,” she gasped.
He continued to attend to her tits and nipples with one hand while the other rested on her back. Pleasure beyond anything she had known coursed through her, and unintentionally she bucked her hips again.
“Chloe.” She heard his annoyance.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice wavered. She really did want to carry out his wishes; it was after all what she was being paid to do.
Her nipples were painfully hard. She waited obediently, hoping that he would touch her again, anything to relieve the ache. He stared openly at the patch of dark hair between her legs.
“Please,” she begged without thinking.
“Have you forgotten already?”
“No.” Her voice shook.
She had no idea what he wanted from her.
He walked behind her.
“No, Master,” he whispered into her ear.
“No, Master,” she repeated, thankful for the instruction.
“That’s better. Again.”
“Now tell me what it is that you haven’t forgotten.”
“That I am here for your pleasure, Master. Not my own.”
“Good. Now we can really begin.”
Fanny Press has added a new category to its list: Edgy Fiction. 37 Stories About 37 Women (ISBN: 978-1-60381-506-2, 114 pp., $11.95), is a collection of short stories by new author Brian Whitney.
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“Whitney’s got a style that reminds me a bit of what would happen if you combined Raymond Carver with Charles Bukowski, with a healthy dash of Tucker Max. Creepy sexual couplings and emotional pain filtered through a distant, near-minimalism …. Whitney has a wonderful style that is distinctive, clean and extremely readable …. To have left such a collection of miserable people and experiences and finding myself thinking about the fine writing is no small authorial feat. If you are a fan of extremely short stories, bordering on flash fiction, you will want to give this collection a look, but mostly this collection is for the misery dwellers amongst us, myself included, who just want to experience the worst people bring to the table. If you are the sort who cannot help but listen to the couple arguing at the table next to yours at the restaurant, rubbernecking at the car crashes of human relationships, you’ll find much to love in this collection.” Read more …
—Anita Dalton, I Read Odd Books.com
“Experience sex and drugs from the seamy side of the tracks in this Canterbury Tales for adults…. This 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 …. [Whitney's] brand of writing as well as his subject matter probably won’t appeal to everyone, and there’s nothing wrong with that. You should give this book a shot just see if you’re one of the unique readers that will become an instant fan.” Read more ….
—Lynn Cunningham, Fresh Fiction
“I wanted to hate the author for his callous attitude. I couldn’t quite manage that, though, because despite all the darkness, there are sparks of genius in this book.” Read more …
–Lisabet Sarai, Erotica Revealed
“Women face many different paths through their lives, and they impact all of them differently. 37 Stories About 37 Women is a collection of short fiction as Brian Whitney writes of these individuals and the challenges they face, going deep into the spice of sex, working women, and everything in between. 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.”
“Whitney took me on a ride that made me question all I know about women, relationships and getting laid. What a funny, sexy, nasty little book.”
—Patrick Quinlan, author of Smoked
“A cross between McCarthy’s minimalism and Palahniuk’s transgressive fiction, Whitney’s prose is sexy, sardonic, and sparse. If music is the space between the notes, the beauty of 37 Stories is the space between the words. Whitney’s brilliantly salacious narrative is metered out without ebullience or judgment, leaving the reader to condemn or condone as he sees fit. A rare gem that is equally erotic and literary.”
—Glenn Hopper, writer and producer of The Hanged Man
“Raunchy, funny, and thoroughly disturbing, Whitney’s raw stories are as addictive as salty peanut from the first drug addicted mother to the final beaten girlfriend. The collection of stark vignettes unfolds in a manner not unlike what I’d imagine watching an autopsy performed on a particularly sexy corpse—albeit one with a huge, jiggly rear end. Cheers to the author’s world of happy, crack dealing exhibitionists, and naked cheaters hiding under too-small pillows. A vulgar and truly entertaining read.”
—Cole Alpaugh, author of The Turtle-Girl from East Pukapuka
“This electrifying collection of interwoven stories tells tales of appalling behavior that would be excruciatingly unbearable in other hands. I didn’t admire any of these characters but I sure wanted to know more about them. This book is as raw as fiction gets!”
—Mort Todd, Former Editor-in-Chief, Cracked magazine
A prisoner, a waitress, a virgin, a psychic …. These are a few of the 37 women featured in Brian Whitney’s slim but potent debut collection. Told through the points of view of sex addicts and their willing victims, these stories seduce the reader with their spare, rhythmic prose and hypnotic storytelling. Whitney reveals the dark side of relationships in permissive times—the drugs, the scamming, the cheating, the neediness, the love that somehow survives it all. Erotic, unflinching, surprisingly perceptive, this book will change forever the way you view the battle of the sexes.
Says Whitney, “These stories are not just about the bad boy and why he does the things that he does to destroy lives. They are also about the women who involve themselves with the men such as these. Why do they stay and why do they debase themselves? Some of you have never met anyone like the people in these stories. Others will recognize a friend, a former boyfriend or girlfriend, or even themselves. I think everyone that reads them will be affected in a certain way. I challenge you to see for yourself.”
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. Coming soon: Brian’s second collection of stories, Romance. You can find Brian online at Whitney.fannypress.com.
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Did it last three years or more?
I can’t remember how long. I do remember I would build it up when you were away. You were nineteen when it started and I was thirty-six, I think. Married, of course. In emails I would fill your head with words telling you how I missed you and that I could not wait to see you over Thanksgiving break.
But then usually when you came home I would just see you once. For an hour or so. This confused you and made you sad but once you went back to college I would begin again. I would appease you and fill those lonely nights away with something to look forward to when you came home. The fact that you had no boyfriend, or that maybe sometimes you didn’t fit in at this exclusive college in California was diluted by my words and the idea that there was something “different” in your life. Something your rich college friends wouldn’t understand.
For me when you came home I felt as if I had to back up everything I’d written, when in reality I was really just enjoying keeping you. Sort of like an object on a shelf that one doesn’t really enjoy but impresses dinner guests.
When you were away you made my boring marriage seem more exciting but when you were there I just wanted to hide. Not because I didn’t like fucking you. I did. It was more having to live up to all the bullshit I had been saying when in reality as soon as I fucked you I became sated and could easily have waited another six months. While you wanted to lie in my arms and talk, I could not wait to leave.
I did love one thing, though. I loved how you had no bedroom when you visited your mom. You slept on a mattress under the stairs on the first floor, where there was an open space. Your mom was a nurse and slept upstairs. She worked nights so just about every time I fucked you—right out in the open, beneath the stairs—your mother was sound asleep upstairs.
It was incredibly easy to get you off. You were my type—a ridiculous round ass, silly boobs, a little belly for me to slap. You came quickest on top and when you did you would hold your arms up and make this odd little sound, trying to keep quiet so your mom would not wake and look down the stairs and see you riding my cock.
It was sexy taking you like that.
I often used to wonder what your mother looked like, whether I could meet her somehow, date her when you were away. Then, while you slept at the foot of the stairs, maybe I could fuck her, too. Maybe, when she started to come, I could pull my scarf around her neck a little tighter. So that she would not wake her daughter.
If I’d been fucking your mom, I would have wanted to see you a lot more. Promise.
An explosive office romance can be hell on a career …
Just Chemistry (ISBN: 978-1-60381-512-3, 160 pp., $12.95) is a sizzling hot erotic romance by new author Vera Jax that takes place in the cutthroat business environments of both Los Angeles and Houston.
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“Sam and Logan has chemistry. Not just the average chemistry found between two lovers. The chemistry between these two characters will blow the readers away. It seems like they were ready to come out of the pages and put on a show. This was a great read. I loved the beginning. However, the ending of the book was perfect. Thanks for a great read Vera.”
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“Just Chemistry (of love) is a super erotic office romance starring two dynamic ethical executives. The storyline grips fans with that opening encounter of strangers in the elevator exchanging lustful glances and never slows down as they team up to try to bring down a protected predator. Although a coincidence brings the engaging lead pair together for the second session and the unlikely ending, readers will sing Sinatra’s song ‘Strangers in the Night’: ‘Something in your eyes was so inviting; Something in you smile was so exciting; Something in my heart told me I must have you’ as Vera Jax provides a ‘Lovers at first sight, in love forever’ romance.” Read More …
Logan is powerfully attracted to the woman standing before him in the elevator. Minutes later he discovers that they have at least one thing in common: both work for Blue Dreams Marketing—he in the LA office and she in the Houston branch. And he is Sam’s superior.
Sam is equally attracted to Logan. Not one to let opportunities slip by, she gets him to share a “lunch” where each is the main course. But Sam has worked too hard to jeopardize a career she loves for the sake of sexual chemistry. Everyone knows that sleeping with—let alone dating—a superior is bad business. Worse still is the fact that Logan is being considered for a promotion that may put Sam’s job on the line.
Sam breaks it off with Logan. But he won’t let her go, even after being presented with evidence that Sam is involved in another office affair. In the end corporate intrigue forces Sam and Logan to band together for the sake of their careers. Logan is determined to remain at Sam’s side, but will she let him?
Vera Jax is a full-time professional in Texas, where she lives with her husband and their children. A sex-positive and body-positive feminist, she loves writing erotica, reading about female sexuality, and celebrating women’s sexual autonomy. Vera does volunteer work with a non-profit that helps women and their families. She believes erotica gives women a safe space where they can explore their fantasies with no shame or judgment and where they can see their desires and urges reflected in a positive light. Click here to find Vera online. You can also follow her on Twitter (@verajax) and “like” her on Facebook.
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“You want to grab lunch?” Logan, seated next to her, repeated the question. Startled, Sam looked up from her phone. He was smiling, inviting her. They had finally reached the scheduled lunch break and the people around her were standing up and stretching their legs. She turned back to Logan.
Was this a pick up line?
Although his words were polite, his expression spoke of a different kind of hunger. He was looking straight at her, his gaze bold and steady. And he wasn’t just looking at her; he was doing to her what she had done to him all morning. He was seeing what was going on beneath her clothing, sensing her heat.
He won’t shoot you down.
His eyes saw her brown hair still wet from her morning shower, her breasts framed in her red bra under a plain white shirt. Her lean legs crowned by an ass that would tempt any man beyond endurance.
“Yes. I would love to.” She knew exactly what Logan would be having for lunch.
They stood up. She walked out of the room, and he followed. “Where are we going?” he asked.
She looked back at him and saw the reaction she’d hoped for—surprise, followed quickly by anticipation and amusement. She led him down the hall to the elevators. They stood across from each other while the floors ticked down: 23-22-21 …. They were smiling at each other.
“This is insane,” he said. “We’re on a lunch break.”
“So we’ll be a little late. Don’t worry about it. I helped Carli prepare the presentation. You’re not missing much.”
“I’ve never met anyone quite like you,” he said.
Sam laughed. “The same goes for me.”
The elevator doors opened. She reached across and grabbed his hand, practically pulling him out of the elevator, “Let’s go.” That contact sent another wave through her stomach and into her pussy. She swallowed. Logan’s lips were parted, and he was breathing rapidly, as though they’d been making a mad dash down the staircase rather than taking a sedate elevator ride. It was clear that his man was also having a difficult time keeping his body from responding to her in a way that might end both their careers.
They hurried down the sidewalk hand in hand, along the same path she took every day to go home. What felt like minutes later, they were entering her apartment. She closed the door behind him and started to unzip her skirt as she moved toward the bedroom. Her red boyshorts were showing, inch by inch, as the zipper came down far enough for her skirt to slide to the floor.
He was removing his shoes and stumbling a bit as he followed. “Take your socks off,” she said. He sat down on the armchair in her bedroom and obeyed. He was now in boxers and t-shirt—that damn t-shirt. She had gotten them this far, but now she wanted him to take her. She wanted him to take control, right now.
As though responding to the silent request, he stood up, the smile gone from his lips, and walked toward her. Kneeling before her, he slipped his fingers inside her soaked underwear and began to plant small kisses above the waistband as he pulled them down. She ran her fingers through his hair, caressing the back of his neck. As her underwear fell to the floor, she felt his hands move down her thighs, her knees, her calves. His mouth traced kisses downward as well, starting just under her belly button and descending until it found her clitoris. She moaned and leaned forward, pressing her hand into his shoulder. His tongue was playing with her, caressing her, coaxing. His lips sucked her gently, then more forcefully, then gently again. Her knees gave way, and she fell back onto the bed.
“No,” he commanded. “Sit up. I want you to watch this.” The authority in his voice sent a jolt down her spine.
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“I’m going to let the cat out of the bag right off and say that, with Sex and Love, I.J. Miller has written some of the best literary erotica I’ve yet to come across.
” ‘Single Woman’ [published as a Kindle Single, Climbing the Stairs], was phenomenal. These characters lived and breathed for me, and I adored Miller’s dedication to making the fallout realistic and yet still providing me with a denouement I could truly enjoy.”
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“All of the characters in each story are complex people who have intricate emotions; it’s almost like the author wrote about people I know and interact with every day, because the emotions are so real and raw. There are layers of reasoning behind what the people in these stories do; nothing is ever simple or predictable, which is why this book is so great.”
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Successful in business but fragile in her personal life, Leigh Stern finds herself at a crossroads: about to turn 30, biological clock ticking, relationship with her boyfriend Walter going nowhere. Then, on the night of her 30th birthday, she receives a wedding proposal from Walter. To celebrate, Leigh’s best friend takes her out for drinks, where she goads Leigh into a last hurrah with a handsome, older stranger–body of a god, just the right amount of sexy gray flecks in his thick black hair. Leigh gets more than she bargained for, as he takes her home to his five-flight walk-up and they climb the stairs to a night of white hot ecstasy. Walter’s sex drive and bedroom skills pale in comparison, and yet he is the stable, successful, family man she has always wanted. But how can she marry one man while she lusts after another–one who is completely anonymous, emotionally aloof, yet sexually addictive?
Climbing the Stairs takes you on one woman’s heated erotic journey as she struggles between her carnal passions and practical nature, wondering if she must settle or if she can somehow have it all….
I.J. Miller’s first novel, Seesaw, was originally published in three languages and sold over 132,000 copies. His second novel, Whipped, was published in German in 2006 by Wilhelm Heyne Verlag, a division of Random House; an English version is available through Fanny Press, which also published I.J.’s story collection, Sex and Love. I.J. lives on the East Coast. He is also a screenwriter and earned his Master of Fine Arts at the American Film Institute. Visit his blog and his website.
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Small Town, small minds … Who wouldn’t howl?
Bareback: A Werewolf’s Tale ($11.95, 122 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-508-6), is a gay erotic thriller by Joshua Skye.
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“Skye writes with wonderful description and while this is paranormal fiction, there is no reason why something like this can happen (and by that I mean using the werewolf as a metaphor). The language here is quite bold and the writing is indeed excellent. Now that we are once again in the vampire cycle, this is a book that many will find interesting.” Read more ….
Alex lives in Wren, Pennsylvania—a small, conservative town with little to offer a young gay man. Wren doesn’t cater to minorities of any kind, let alone a group openly scorned by the community. So when Alex meets Morgan and finds himself the object of the handsome foreigner’s affections, he willingly tumbles head-first into a passionate, animalistic, and careless affair.
Meanwhile, people are dying, victims of a wild animal that has supposedly wandered into town from the surrounding national forest.
After a weekend of untrammeled lovemaking, Morgan disappears, and Alex becomes deathly ill. He is convinced he’s contracted a fatal venereal disease. Only after Alex has languished for days does his mysterious lover resurface. Alex discovers that he has indeed been infected, though not in any way he could have imagined: he is now a werewolf.
Who else but his lover, a ruthless man/wolf, could be responsible for the deaths that are terrorizing the community? Bareback presents a new breed of lycanthrope, a thinking creature as sexual as it is savage.
Joshua Skye was born in Jamestown, New York but grew up in the Texas Dallas-Fort Worth metroplex. He is a graduate of K.D. Studio Actor’s Conservatory of the Southwest and has worked on indie/underground films and onstage. His short stories have appeared in anthologies from STARbooks Press, Knightwatch Press, Sirens Call Publications, Rainstorm Press and periodicals such as Blood and Lullabies. He is the author of Xerxes Canyon, The Singing Wind, the forthcoming Midnight Rainbows, and The Argento. Click here to find Joshua online.
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Alex woke on the cold floor of the kitchen. The back door was wide open and a child, blond with big blue eyes, stood in the backyard next door staring at him with wide-eyed curiosity. Alex turned his attention down to the crazy pattern of the cheap linoleum. He’d drooled there … he could see his pale reflection in the glittering puddle. His vision had not cleared. His shivering had not subsided. His fever was still baking him from the inside out. Unable to rise to his feet, he crawled over to the door …
The neighbor boy called out, “Are you all right?”
Alex slammed the door shut. He hadn’t intended to be rude; he was just in no mood to deal with anyone,let alone a child. The quick movement made him dizzy, and he paused to steady himself. The world around him was spinning and he felt as though his already empty stomach might try to empty itself again. A new awareness was stirring in his brain, and it was agonizingly painful.
Aware of what…else?
What was that?
The kitchen was undulating as though underwater. His fever was worse. His thoughts were a torrent of random images from his childhood. Once upon a time he’d gone Trick-or-Treating with his mommy and they’d been separated on Market Street and Pennsylvania where the CVS now stood in all its corporate glory. Then there was only The Wren Times Observer building. Its southern antebellum design harkened to the days of slavery in the south and racist Dixiecrat intent. Next to it was a restaurant and a sign that invited people in for “a good home-cooked meal.” A parking lot foretold the sad future of downtown Wren. Market Street Elementary—now long gone—had still been there. In his vision, children were playing Red Rover in the backyard. The ghost of a teacher screamed for a return to classes from recess. Far up toward Market Street Extension someone was screamingly opposing the so-called election of Kathleen Trapp, the right-wing bitch who would side with industrialists over the taxpayers that actually paid her puffed up salary.
She’s so afraid of us, isn’t she?
“I dare Kathleen Trapp to come over, come over…”
And the bitch chickened out. Of course.
Dandelion spores blowing on the summer breeze…ah that wonderful breeze that everyone loved when the hottest of days frightened people away from the Chapman State watering hole. Love. Fuck. Dick.
Morgan, please touch me in just that way that you do. Love me. I love you. I adore you. I want you. I want out of this goddamn town with its suffocating atmosphere and strangling grasp.
I want out!
Pain. Where? Pain. There. Oh, fuck! Stop this. I want to be what I used to be. I want to be just the normal little me from before, the idiot who fawned over every cute, hot, fucked-up guy at work. It was, perhaps, too much to ask. Fuck me in the restroom, bent over the urinal. Fuck me in the break room, up against the vending machine. Jerk me off into the coffee dispenser. Fuck me, just fucking fuck me! I want to be me. I want to be normal. Is there “normal”;is there anything even remotely akin to it? No. It is a simple fucking fact. Normal is the guise of the abnormal,attempting in vainto betray itself and the world around it.
Call them all by their rightful names, you sons of bitches!
“Jesus fucking Christ! Oh my God, you’re burning up. Alex. Alex! Alex!” Noni slapped him hard. “I’m taking you to the hospital. Come on, you have to help me out here. Let’s get you up. Come on!”
Two of a Kind ($10.95, 104 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-520-8) is the long-awaited sequel to Finding Sanctuary, DC Juris’s novel about two childhood friends who become lovers and keep their relationship alive by visiting a BDSM Playhouse.
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Finding Sanctuary was universally praised for the quality of Juris’s writing as well as the story. Amos Lassen gave it five stars. Kirsten of BDSM Book Reviews admitted that the book had kept her up all night and gave the book a rating of 9 out of 10 overall. Three Dollar Bills called it “pretty hot fantasy fiction.”
Vincent and his childhood friend Eric became a couple after Eric initiated him into the pleasures of the Playhouse, a refuge for men to act out their submission/Domination fantasies. Their relationship is warm and loving, but not exclusive. Eric is a “switch,” and since Vincent is a submissive, Eric sometimes looks to his own Dom, Anton, for satisfaction—causing Vincent to feel jealous and insecure.
Then Anton’s uncle dies and Dimitri—Anton’s twin and a troubled, surly, irresistibly sexy version of his brother—comes for a visit. When Dimitri sets his sights on Vincent, ridiculing his supposed sexual passivity, Vincent begins to wonder: is he really a sub, or a switch, like Eric? In the first blush of their relationship, Vincent and Eric reveled in their connection, calling themselves “two of a kind.” Perhaps they are also alike in ways that challenge their current power dynamic.
Two of a Kind continues the story of Vincent and Eric, which DC Juris began in his novel, Finding Sanctuary.
A Southern transplant who has retained none of his accent but all of his charm, DC Juris is an out and proud transgender bisexual living in Upstate New York with his husband, four dogs, two cats, and a menagerie of Halloween props just creepy enough to keep people guessing about his sanity. He’s still hopelessly single when it comes to the woman in his life, and he’ll gladly entertain offers or applications for the position! In the rare event that he’s not writing, DC can be found surfing the Internet for random research, killing things on his Xbox, reading, taking pictures of the world around him, or playing Farmville, to which he admits a complete and totally blissful addiction. You can keep up with him at Facebook or click here to visit his website.
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“Can’t I?” He took a long drag off the cigarette, held the smoke in, and then puffed it out slowly. “Guess we’ll have to go outside, then.”
Vincent glanced over at Eric.
“Oh, I forgot. Puppy has to ask permission.” Dimitri ruffled Vincent’s hair. “You want me to go ask Big Bad Eric if I can take you for a walk?”
“Fuck off. I don’t need permission.” Of course he didn’t. He and Eric didn’t have that kind of BDSM relationship. Vincent frowned. But maybe they should.
There’s nothing to prove. That’s what he should have said. What he meant to say. That was the truth. He had nothing to prove to anyone, most especially Dimitri.
Who the hell was Dimitri, anyhow? Someone he had just met. Someone who two days ago he didn’t even know existed. But maybe that was what spurred him to act … what made him put one foot in front of the other, following Dimitri blindly until they were in an alley behind the funeral home.
The atmosphere outside was stifling; a veritable cloud of humid, thick heat surrounded them. In the distance, sounds of traffic echoed—honking horns, revving engines, and loud blaring music. But even these receded into the distance as he stood in Dimitri’s presence. Like a moth to flame, Vincent dared to get closer.
“I just don’t get why you can’t be equals,” Dimitri was saying. “Why he treats you like such a weakling. Of course, you act like one when he’s around. You don’t do it as much when he’s not. Ever notice that?”
Vincent bristled. How was it a complete stranger could read him so well? But Dimitri wasn’t a complete stranger, was he? Dimitri was Anton’s twin. It stood to reason that he had some of Anton’s innate ability to read people and situations. To control them. Which was exactly what he was doing now. And Vincent had fallen for it. Hook. Line. Sinker.
Vincent shook his head. “I’m not weak, and Eric knows that. If I chose to submit to him, that’s exactly what it is—my choice.”
“Not because that’s the only way he’ll have you?” Dimitri dropped the cigarette and ground it out under his heel. He moved closer and trailed his thumb down the side of Vincent’s face. “Because, you see … I think I would rather have you a different way. You’ve got spunk, and I’m not talking about the kind dripping from your cock right now.” He grazed his other hand down the front of Vincent’s jeans and nodded. “I know you want me.”
“No.” Vincent shook his head. “I don’t.” Though his hard cock clearly did.
“You trying to convince me, or yourself? Hmm?” Dimitri reached down and grasped one of Vincent’s wrists, grinned when he tried to pull away. “That’s right. Fight me. Make me earn what I get. Don’t just give it to me because I ask. Make me earn it.” He leaned in and licked Vincent’s neck.
“Eric has earned it.” Eric. Vincent struggled to hold onto that thought. Eric. He loved Eric. Of course he did. He knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt. So why was his cock hard now? Why did he want to give into Dimitri? He would only end up hurt, physically and emotionally. Dimitri would take what he wanted, no matter if Vincent felt he deserved it or not. God, why was that thought so delicious?
Vincent pressed himself back against the wall, trying to put space between them, but Dimitri would not have it. He moved closer still, ground his knee in between Vincent’s thighs and up into Vincent’s groin. Vincent barely stifled a moan. Dimitri’s grip on his right wrist tightened as he grabbed for his left, pinning both wrists at Vincent’s sides against the wall. The concrete scraped at his tender flesh, a sensation Vincent found oddly erotic. He struggled a bit, just to see what Dimitri would do.
Dimitri threw his head back and pulled in a deep breath threw his nose; let it out in a harsh bark. “That’s the spirit.” He squeezed Vincent’s wrists harder, hitched his knee higher.
Panic—thrilling, raw, and real—scorched through Vincent. He struggled in earnest now, but no matter what he did, his movements only increased the contact with Dimitri. He writhed against the wall, caught between need and fear, desire and disgust. What if Anton rounded the corner right now? Worse, what if Eric did?
Shameful Desires 2: Mastered ($14.95, 268 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-495-9), by P.J. Proud, is the much anticipated second book of the Shameful Desires trilogy, an edgy and passionate saga about two men whose love affair is a constant battleground.
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Happily Ever After
Jeremy Piper is in love. He has embraced the Dominant/submissive lifestyle as a “sub” and is moving in with his Master, the movie actor Andre Jackson. Jeremy has everything he has ever wanted.
A Dream Shattered
Role-playing for a scene is worlds away from living the lifestyle, and Jeremy is unprepared for the reality: his stern Master, wrestling with ghosts from his past, is rigid, unyielding and demands complete obedience from his slave, both in and out of the bedroom. Although eager to please, Jeremy is just as strong willed as his Master and chafes against his authority, refusing to be tamed.
Secrets and Lies
A secret is revealed, a trust is broken, and the two headstrong men drive each other to the breaking point, unwilling to admit their own insecurities and confess their mutual need.
Can the Master learn from his past? Can the slave become the teacher? The battle of wills is fierce as Jeremy and Andre continue to discover and explore their shameful desires.
Mastered is Book 2 of the Shameful Desires trilogy, which began with Enslaved. Coming soon: Shameful Desires 3: Unbound.
Always hungry for ways to create more sparks in life, P.J. PROUD enjoys drawing and painting in addition to writing, music, exercise (a fanatic!), skiing, getting lost in the woods (thanks to being directionally impaired), helping people, and spending as much time with family as possible. P.J. has been writing gay-themed short stories, novellas, fan fiction and poetry for over two years. Shameful Desires 2: Mastered is the author’s second novel. 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.