Who doesn’t hunger for more sex and love? In I.J. Miller’s stories everyone does …

“I’m going to let the cat out of the bag right off and say that, with Sex and Love, I.J. Miller has written some of the best literary erotica I’ve yet to come across. For me, character and narrative are king (and queen) of my enjoyment of a short story. In Miller’s collection, almost every story has a captivating character (or two) and a narrative that takes you on a journey you look forward to completing.”
–Nathan Burgoine, Erotica Revealed

5 out of 5: “All of the characters in each story are complex people who have intricate emotions; it’s almost like the author wrote about people I know and interact with every day, because the emotions are so real and raw. There are layers of reasoning behind what the people in these stories do; nothing is ever simple or predictable, which is why this book is so great.Sex and Love takes an honest look into the psyche of what people do and why they do it. It has a tale for everyone and about everyone. I dare you to read it and not see a little of yourself or a friend of yours in one of these stories.”  Read More….
–Clea R. Gellar, Book Wenches

Click here to read an interview with I.J. on Bookwenches.com.

4 out of 5: “The writing is very fluid and the pacing was good, too. Sex and Love intrigued me from the start …. ‘Single Woman’ is the type of short story that you do not want to end. It has everything that you want in a story.”  Read more …
–Kate, The Forbidden Bookshelf

“From escaping to the Internet, to being tempted by what’s ‘wrong,’ to exploring one’s curiosity about the other team, and much more, Sex and Love is an excellent collection, very much recommended reading for short fiction fans.”
–Cowper’s Bookshelf, The Midwest Book Review

In Sex and Love (ISBN: 978-1-60381-496-6, 240 pp., $16.95),  each story is carefully crafted and achingly sensual, with vivid settings, strong complex characters, and plot lines that are wholly original and unpredictable:

A married man who is a king in cybersex chat rooms, a woman torn between her boring fiancé and a hot anonymous affair, a professor fighting off seduction by a biker chick, a lonely man held hostage by a lascivious ex-lover, a housewife infatuated with her daughter’s tennis pro, a straight man tempted by a gay friend … everybody in Sex and Love wants to burn a little hotter. An intense, erotic ride that has the novel feel of one breathless journey.

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“I.J. Miller knows that the hottest characters aren’t the ones you want to settle down with,” says Polly Frost, author of Deep Inside and Sex Scenes, “they’re the ones who sweet talk you into taking a dangerous, wild ride full of sexual highs that you’ll never forget. Both women and men should enjoy this deliciously daredevil story collection.”

Jeremy Edwards, author of Spark my Moment, says, “With a sensitive eye and a steady hand, I.J. Miller brings to life ambivalence and ambiguity, emotional complexity and moral perplexity, transforming these raw materials into unforgettable narratives about our most intimate quests. I got lost in these masterfully rendered stories and found the characters living in my consciousness days later.”

Donna George Storey, author of Amorous Woman, says, “Sex and Love is a witty and unflinchingly honest look at sexual desire in all its marvelous variety. With sharp, skillful prose, I.J. Miller creates characters who are tough, human, and always ready to surprise. A thoroughly engaging coupling of the literary and the erotic.”

East Coast Author I.J. Miller has written three distinct works of fiction. His first novel, Seesaw, will be re-released by Fanny Press in 2012; it was originally published in three languages and sold over 132,000 copies. His second novel, Whipped, was published in German in 2006 by Wilhelm Heyne Verlag, a division of Random House; an English version has just been released by Fanny Press. Sex and Love is his first collection of short stories. I.J. is also a screenwriter and earned his Master of Fine Arts at the American Film Institute. You can find I.J. online at www.ijmiller.com and www.ijmiller.fannypress.com.

The Kindle version ($4.95) and paperback edition of Sex and Love is available on Amazon.com as well as Amazon.de, Amazon.co.uk, and Amazon Japan. Books can also be purchased through Ingram or by contacting info@fannypress.com. Other electronic versions will be available on Smashwords ($4.95) and from most major online ebook retailers.

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David is naked, on top of Leigh. They fuck. He speaks into her ear. Her eyes are closed.

“Will you let me do this anytime?” he asks.

She murmurs a semi-positive response.

“Will you let me do it anywhere?” he asks.

Same response.

“You’re going to give it up, one time, like you never have before.”

Her eyes jerk open. “Let me up.”

He pushes in a little deeper. “Are you sure?”

Her eyes close. No, she’s not sure.

 

Now David leans up, uses his extended arms, both hands on either side of Leigh, to support himself. He moves a little faster.

“You do need it?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“More than anything?”

“Right now, yes.”

“Remember how this feels.”

 

Her face is twisted with the emotions running through her. David goes at it more frenetically. She wishes it would end; she wants it to go on forever. But she feels bound, held, unable to enforce her wishes either way.

“David, David, David …” she groans to the rhythm of his movements.

“Let it go. Let it all go this time.”

“I can’t.”

 

His mouth is up against hers now, his lips brushing against her as he speaks, his pace, somehow, even faster. She writhes under him.

“You’re naughty, aren’t you?” he asks, “for going away like this with me?”

“Yes.”

“Naughty to fuck someone when you’re going to be married?”

“Yes.”

“Naughty to talk to him from here? Naughty to be with him tonight after being with me?”

“I am.”

“You need to be disciplined.”

“No!”

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to do anything you don’t ask for.”

 

David moves into a finale, his pace like a final rush of exhausting repetitions at the weight bench, and she is caught up with him, everything she feels tumbling together in one mammoth landslide.

“Do it!” shouts Leigh.

“Do what?”

“DO IT!”

“Do what?”

“Spank me! Discipline me! I’m such a naughty little girl to do all this with you.”

He tilts her on her side, her butt exposed, his hand rising in the air then falling, crisply, repeatedly, against her ass, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to prolong what seems like a minute’s worth of shivering orgasm.

And then he’s done.

And so is she.

He sits up on the bed, quiet, distant.

Her chest is red, sore. She feels limp, like a dishrag. She feels the lingering pressure of his handprint against her butt. There is a feeling swelling within her—a feeling of being exposed in a way that isn’t good—that is threatening to burst her into tears. She fights down the feeling, not wanting to expose herself even more.

“It’s okay, Leigh,” he says softly as he unties her. “It’s just a game. It’s all over now …”

Whipped (262 pp, $17.95, ISBN: 978-1-60381-498-0) , is the first of three novels by new Fanny Press author I.J. Miller. All three books can be classified as literary erotica: beautifully-crafted, sensual stories with strong characters and fascinating, unpredictable plots.

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4.75 Stars: “Whipped is a haunting tale of a woman trying to fight for her life on a multitude of levels. This story is touching, thrilling, and satisfying, and it will keep you turning the pages right up to the very end.”–Clea R. Gellar, BookWenches.com

“A different sort of psychological thriller that offers a penetrating look at the complex motivations behind the professional Domme scene. The emotionally complex, haunting characters will stay with you after the covers are closed.”
–Sharazade, author of Transported: Erotic Travel Tales:

“Whipped is an often wrenching, always gripping story of numbness awakening, of relationships and identities confronted, of a woman’s sudden, desperate fight for life against both the burning danger of an external predator and the palatial, frigid emptiness she has long called home. I.J. Miller’s narrative is adroit from start to finish and intimate in all conceivable ways—a full-length naked portrait of an existentially incapacitated and emotionally hungry individual on the verge of either self-actualization or self-destruction.”
–Jeremy Edwards, author of Spark My Moment

“One of those rare books that has the ability to keep you captivated throughout with its mixture of suspense, intrigue, and lashings of erotica,”
–GM Horn

Carla Peters is nearly immobilized by her empty, malaise-filled, affluent suburban lifestyle. No love in her life, strained relationships with both her daughter and second husband, Carla is desperate to move forward in some way, to connect to her family again, to find the intensity of love, to get off the Valium prescribed for her as a cure-all magic carpet.

Carla’s one salvation seems to be her strong, powerful alter ego: Mistress Domina … a leather-booted, stiletto-heeled sex goddess who discovers a talent for rendering men as vulnerable as she feels in real life. There’s a sound in her house she can’t identify, a knife in her tire, a forbidden videotape, deviant demands from an unknown stranger. Who is the stalker? Her second husband … the bouncer at the brothel … a client … or any of the men she has depended on all her life who claim the right to control her?

A handsome detective is hired to keep her safe. But he won’t let her become dependent on him and insists she rely on herself. Their connection inspires a new sense of self-worth in Carla, opening the door for greater intimacy. Yet the stalker’s deadly presence continues to block her way. Will she crumble, or rise up against him to complete her journey forward?

East Coast Author I.J. Miller’s first novel, Seesaw, was published in three languages and sold over 132,000 copies. Seesaw will be reprinted by Fanny Press in 2012. His second novel, Whipped, is also available in a German edition. Debuting soon will be a collection of short stories called Sex and Love.

I.J.’s books straddle the line between genre fiction and erotica. “Anything pornographic?” I.J. says, “I don’t think so. Perhaps it all seems a little steamier because the characters are real and the stories ring true.  You decide.”

You can find I.J. on the Web at www.ijmiller.fannypress.com and www.ijmiller.com.

Whipped is available in Kindle ($4.95) and print editions on Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk, Amazon.de,  Amazon.fr and Amazon Japan. Bookstores can order through Ingram or by contacting info@fannypress.com. Other electronic versions can be purchased on Smashwords or at any of the major online ebook stores.

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Adonis was not a talker, but always did as she commanded. He always showed up in jeans and a sweatshirt. Mistress Domina guessed that he didn’t have to do much to make a living and probably spent most of his time working out. He always had a tan, which provided quite a contrast to his sharp blue eyes. They were in a corner of the room, in front of a full-length mirror. “Strip! Show Mistress Domina what you have to offer.” He began a slow, provocative undressing, while she circled and watched.

Any of her friends would probably be willing to pay to sleep with him. He would be a plaything they had to have. Even Suzanne would make a move. It had shocked Suzanne how handsome some of the men were who came to Lorraine’s. She had expected a lot of hard-up creeps. But Mistress Domina was able to understand from the start that this wasn’t about men who couldn’t find women, but about those needing something missing from their lives, something that at least simulated some sense of fulfillment.

Adonis had his sweatshirt, jeans, sneakers and socks off and was clad in plain white briefs. “Touch your titties,” she ordered. “Play with yourself … Pinch your nipples … Caress your stomach …”

His abdomen was a hard knot squared into an elegant six-pack of muscles. Mistress Domina was certainly not attracted to him and, for that matter, Carla would turn him down flat even if he weren’t a client of Lorraine’s. He was something pleasant to look at, certainly someone she wouldn’t mind walking into a restaurant with, arm in arm. But he would certainly never be interested in her, nor any of her friends for that matter. Because they weren’t him.

She watched his eyes stare at his reflection in the mirror, then follow his hands as they caressed various parts of his body, a bulge already looming large under his shorts. The more he watched himself, the more erect he became, the more erratic his breathing, the less it seemed Mistress Domina was even there.

Adonis had been coming to her on and off for only a few months, but she had his needs down cold, almost from the beginning. Sometimes the men revealed themselves by saying, “No, don’t make me do that,” or some other false protestation. She had a keen ear for understanding the rhythms of their moans and breathing and could glean what would work best. Then there was her incredible instinct that identified for so many what they wanted, when perhaps they didn’t even know themselves. She understood (too well) their fears, their insecurities; she understood what would make them vulnerable.

“Ask me for them,” whispered Mistress Domina into Adonis’s ear, a soft husky whisper.

“Please, Mistress,” whispered Adonis, a pleading whisper, the first words he had uttered so far.

“Ask me.”

“Can’t, Mistress.”

She stuck the whip down his shorts, jerked the elastic away from his body, revealing heavy, black pubic hair. Then she let the elastic go and it snapped against him with a loud smack. “You will ask,” she said. “You will beg. You will plead for Mistress Domina’s panties.” The mere mention of the word sent a shiver through him and his breathing picked up into a heavy pant. “Her flowery, sexy, skimpy, satin panties with the little skirt … You will whimper like a plaything and ask to wear them.”

Shameful Desires 1: Enslaved ($17.95, ISBN: 978-1-60381-493-5, 288 pp., 5″ X 8″ Trade Paperback) by P.J. Proud, is a ground-breaking erotic, gay BDSM romance tailored to please both gay men and the growing ranks of women who enjoy gay male erotica.

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“Even though it’s long, this book is a quick read. The sex is hot, hot, hot, and even the spanking was a turn-on.”   Read more …

–Mandy, The Forbidden Bookshelf

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P.J. Proud writes in an elegant style: innovative, literary, and lyrical. The story itself does not disappoint. The intense sex play and on-again off-again romance between the two complicated and compelling protagonists will keep readers guessing—and panting for more. Those who become hooked on the first book will be delighted to hear that two more episodes are coming their way in 2011 and 2012.

Jeremy Piper has idolized Andre Jackson for years, and now Andre is acting in Jeremy’s movie. But the fledgling screenwriter is quickly disillusioned with the flesh-and-blood actor, who strikes him as rude and narcissistic. When the talk turns to bondage scenes, Andre throws down the gauntlet, swearing he can break Jeremy’s will with erotic spanking. Jeremy refuses to submit and the chase is on, with a determined Andre bent on bringing Jeremy to heel. With his life spiraling out of control, Jeremy can no longer resist Andre’s challenge. The scene that follows changes them both, revealing Jeremy’s deep-seated desire to submit and Andre’s equally strong need to dominate. Submersed in subspace, Jeremy begs Andre to make love to him, to own him, and Andre can’t refuse his willing, handsome slave. Thus begins their romance. Events and their own proud natures will conspire to tear them apart. Andre has a fiancée, Jeremy a wife. Will they ever come to terms with their shameful desires?

Always hungry for ways to create more sparks in life, P.J. PROUD enjoys drawing and painting in addition to writing, music, exercise (a fanatic!), skiing, getting lost in the woods (thanks to being directionally impaired), helping people, and spending as much time with family as possible. P.J. has been writing gay-themed short stories, novellas, fan fiction and poetry for over two years. This first novel is a coming-out story of sorts, penned from a dream and a haunting lyric, I drew a new face and I laughed, from a Jason Mraz song called “I’m Yours,” which urged the author to take a chance and change the stars. You can find P.J. online at www.pjproud.com.

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He’d always written for fun, for pleasure, poems, short stories and even a couple of novellas but once his marriage turned sour—

Well, it became as necessary as breathing.

It was the only place where he felt safe, untouchable, where he could create and play to his heart’s content, where he was a god and characters did his bidding, acted the way he wanted.

Where it was once a hobby, now it was a compulsion, trying to work through the blackness that lived inside him through words, sinking deeper and deeper into his own world, putting on the good husband face for Evie, putting on his patient, caring face for his job and not giving a shit about either one of them, truth be told … just going through the motions. The only thing he really cared about, that stirred any kind of excitement in his heart, was writing.

Well, that … and Andre.

He’d written the story for Andre. He’d changed his life, broken his marriage, and risked his job … all for Andre.

Jeremy was in love with him.

He doesn’t know how it happened, hell, he wasn’t gay or anything, nope, he fully appreciated the beauty of the female anatomy, tits especially and he’d been taken off guard, thrown for a loop at the intensity of his feelings for another man, the fucking rawness of it surging inside him, scaring the shit out of him.

Jeremy had seen Andre on TV, a medical show and he freaking hated those but the man’s presence caught him, held him and stopped him in his tracks, made him drop into a chair, open mouthed, blown away by the guy’s looks and sheer talent and right then and there, he’d fallen in love.

The man’s delivery of even the simplest lines was mind blowing and watching him for five minutes told Jeremy everything about the character he was playing, every fear and worry, every love and want, and damn, it took his breath away.

He fascinated Jeremy.

And the more Jeremy watched, the more his intensity grew. Andre could bring him through such a range of emotions in a single scene, have Jeremy laughing at a sarcastic remark and then two seconds later, move him to stinging tears with a mere look, a lift of eyebrow, a quiver of lips.

It also didn’t hurt that Andre Jackson was fucking gorgeous.

In his mind, Jeremy knew there was no way he’d ever meet him, ever know him but he’d spent over a year dreaming about it, hoping to one day stare into those green eyes, watch those gorgeous lips up close and maybe, just maybe, get the chance to touch Andre, to shake his hand or talk with the man.

He spent hours on the computer, scouring websites for information on Andre, hungry for each tidbit of news, learning everything Jeremy could about him and falling harder, deeper with each new face, each new quirk to the man’s personality.

Andre was almost a god in Jeremy’s eyes, so perfect, so stunning that it never even occurred to Jeremy that he shouldn’t be in love with him—

Even though he had man parts and Jeremy wasn’t gay—

Even though Jeremy was turning into a crazy ass stalker who probably should be locked up—

Even though he couldn’t figure out just who he was in love with, the doctor in the show or the real man.

You know him, in your gut, in your heart. You see the secrets and passion in those eyes, the promises of more. The little voice in Jeremy’s head was relentless, making him insane.

For some reason, Jeremy felt like meeting Andre would change his life.

Each week, he hung on every word, every scene, worrying about the dismal ratings of the show and scared about cancellation because without seeing Andre every week, Jeremy would be lost.

Then, a dream in the night, a story took hold and he’d written it fast and furious, pounding out the words at all hours of the day and night, driven to finish because he was writing it for Andre; he was the hero of Jeremy’s story and no one else could play it like Andre could.

He’d honed it, tugged and pushed at it, then sent it off to publishers, with little hope of a reply but he was sated and exhausted. It was out of him and that was that, as far as he was concerned.

He kept working dog hours, trying to make ends meet, smiling at the thousands of faces that crossed his path each day, trudging home exhausted each night, trying to write into the wee hours of morning, trying to recapture his muse but Evie would stare at him, pace around behind his back, whining that he never had time for her, never wanted to talk with her anymore, to make love anymore and that he wasn’t there for her.

What the hell did that mean? He was there, always had been there, never left, just pulled back on the reins a little because he’d fallen in love—

With a character on the television screen and how fucking sick was that?

And then, the letter … “accepted your submission … provide us with agent name so that we may make an offer …”

And the publication, the sudden fame. Book signings and television interviews, newspaper articles and magazine write-ups and his life had suddenly changed, different, scary and exhilarating at the same time. When he’d been contacted for a screen play, he’d almost passed out from excitement—

Until contract time and he’d held out for Andre, wouldn’t sign a thing until they had him in place for the lead.

It had taken months but he’d finally done it and his sister, a legal assistant, covered his ass with the contracts and the paperwork, not letting him sign until they’d given him everything he’d demanded and then—

Well, then he’d finally gotten to meet the love of his life, the only person he’d ever be gay for—

The man himself.

And he’d been—

Jeremy didn’t like to remember that time. Andre had been cold, barely meeting his eyes, reserved and so fucking standoffish that Jeremy, able to talk the ears off anyone, was speechless, at a loss.

They’d met in an office, Jeremy in jeans with his laptop over his shoulder and Andre in a suit, rushing to catch a plane.

After they’d shaken hands, Jeremy had stuttered about what a pleasure it was to finally meet him, always admired his work and Andre had giving him a searching look, a dart of puzzled green eyes before pumping his hand fast and dropping it, like Jeremy felt nasty or something—

And Andre had muttered out polite words, lips barely moving, the smile on them not reaching his gaze, “It’s a pleasure to meet you and thank you for giving me this opportunity. I’m, ah, a little confused about why you insisted on me but glad it worked out with the shooting schedule and hey, great story, man, truly, you’re very talented—”

And then he was gone, just like that and Jeremy deflated, his high hopes crashing down around his ears because Andre hadn’t even seen him—

And he’d shaken it off, sure that next time they met, it would be different—

Fanny Press is leading the (sexual) charge by bringing you the hottest novels and memoirs in Erotica’s newest genre … Cuckold & Hotwife. Here is our latest offering: Alex Hathaway’s novel, From Housewife to Cuckoldress: How I Took Sexual Control of a Marriage in Crisis ($14.95, 116 pp, ISBN: 978-1-60381-490-4).

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A woman’s earth-shattering encounter with her best friend’s supremely well-hung lover sets her on a quest to reassert her sexual power. But how long will her pliant, poorly endowed husband be willing to go along for the ride? Is it really in his nature to play the willing cuckold or is his resentment building? A portrait of a very modern marriage.

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“What’s a sexually frustrated modern wife to do? And how do you balance sexual and emotional fulfillment—especially when you’re confronted with a ‘life altering cock’—and it’s not your husband’s? In this psychologically piercing and intimate voyage, Alex brings new life to the cuckolding/hot wife genre by getting inside the minds of woman in search of new answers—and sexual nirvana! This is the kind of read that puts me in the mood!”

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An experienced author whose relationships have evolved from vanilla to anything but, Hathaway Alex is fascinated by the erotic power of sexual taboos and the adventures that can be had by exploring them. Alex has a particular interest in writing about cuckolding and the unconventional sexual fulfillment it can provide. Click here to read Alex’s blog.

Coming in September, 2011: Tiffany’s Cuckold, by Derrin Hart, Author of Our Dark Secret: A Modern Cuckold Memoir

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“I have never been really interested in the BDSM subculture and have not read much about it. Now I want to read more. Juris gives us larger than life characters that are exciting to read about. I totally enjoyed Vincent and reading about him coming to terms with himself was a real pleasure for me. The plot never sags and the writing is excellent. Now I have to go back and have a look at Juris’s other books. From the bio I read, he sounds fascinating.”

Amos Lassen, Vine Voice and Top-50 Amazon Reviewer   Read more …

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Book Rating 9 of 10, Heat Level 5 of 5, Intensity Level 9 of 10. “I am flabbergasted. In a good way. Finding Sanctuary kept me up much later than I’d planned on staying awake. Just when I thought I had an idea of how things were going to go, an extra kink got thrown into the mix, so to speak …. DC Juris is a new author for me, and one I’ll be paying attention to in the future.”

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“Finding Sanctuary is pretty hot fantasy fiction. I finished the book in one sitting and when I put it down, reluctantly, I realized this is perfect stroke fiction for women. The sex is incredibly steamy while maintaining a sensuality that will appeal to romance fans.”

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Finding Sanctuary ($14.95, 148 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-487-4) is the story of Vincent, a typical, average guy who has begun to unravel. He has a respectable, mainstream life, with a solid job, nice girlfriend, comfortable house—all the material trappings. What, then, is causing this restlessness, these blackouts? The first revelation is that his best friend Eric is also his heart’s desire. But then Eric invites him to a weekend at a BDSM playhouse … There Vincent will confront his fears and test the limits of his sexual boundaries. Eric has his needs, too—needs that conflict with Vincent’s. Will their fragile new bond survive the weekend? Will Vincent find the sanctuary he so fervently desires?

A Southern transplant who has retained none of his accent but all of his charm, DC Juris is an out and proud bisexual transgender man who moved to New York State in 2001 for a real-life romance. By day he is a mild-mannered office manager (well maybe not too mild!), by night a passionate writer of all types of romance, with an emphasis on m/m and transgender pairings. He lives in Upstate New York with his husband, three dogs, two cats, and a menagerie of Halloween props just creepy enough to keep people guessing about his sanity. Which is just the way he likes it. You can follow news about DC and see his photography portfolio on his Facebook page, Facebook.com/dcjuris. You can also join the conversation by visiting his blog, DCJuris.fannypress.com.

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Eager to satisfy his young and beautiful wife, a loving cuckold agrees to an open marriage. He finds her lovers through magazines, online ads, and swinger parties. His hot, blond wife desires handsome, well-endowed black men. These encounters take her to amazing sexual heights. However, after years of the lifestyle, the couple’s once-happy marriage begins to disintegrate. This true story will take you deep within the hotwife and cuckold phenomenon sweeping the nation.

Always the black sheep, Derrin Hart is a dreamer who took up creative writing in college. He makes his home next to an old shady willow tree with his lovely wife, Sara. His next project is a novel: Tiffany’s Cuckold.

Our Dark Secret (138 pp, ISBN: 978-1-60381-485-0) is available in paperback and Kindle versions on the US and European Amazons. Other ebook versions can be purchased on Smashwords.

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Puppy Love 3: Reawakening (316 pp, $18.95, ISBN: 978-1-60381-482-9; ebook: $9.95), by Jeff Erno, is the final episode of the gay, BDSM romance that began with Puppy Love.

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Five Stars!

“Puppy Love 3: Reawakening is the final installment in the story of Petey and Matt, and author Jeff Erno saved the best for last…. As always the sexual relationship between these two is hot and intense. While the BDSM scenes are not as raw as in the previous two stories they still pack a punch. It is the growing non-sexual relationship between Petey and Matt that really drew me in however …. Mr. Erno soon had me caring about both men and by the end of the story I was crying … All in all the Puppy Love series is a wonderful group of books that I am happy to have had the chance to read. Book three not only shows how much the two young men have grown as individuals but as a couple, it also winds the series up perfectly. I hated to see this series come to an end and will definitely be reading it again while I wait to see what else the author has planned.”  Read more …

—Lydia, Rainbow-Reviews.com

“It is with a sad heart that I write this review but I am also very happy at the same time. My favorite couple’s story has come to an end, and what an ending it was. Let me tell you this series will make you laugh, cry and have supreme bouts of anger—at least that was my experience. This is the third book in this wonderful series, and man was it a joy ride. I am talking shocking moments, moments of laughter and oh so much love.”  Read more …

—Darien Moya, Three Dollar Bill Reviews

“Petey is one of a kind, and I’m actually quite sad to leave him and Matt to their happy ending. If you looking for a set of D/s books which chart the progression, and maturity of a relationship between two young men—a real ‘coming of age’ for both of them, then you can’t go wrong with this series—this book is the end of that, and you do have to read the other books in the series first. As for me, I’m glad that I read this book, and series and wouldn’t hesitate to recommend it.”  Read more …

—Jenre, ReviewsByJesseWave.com

“The one thing that the series did for me was to have me change my mind about the way I feel about BDSM relationships. I have really never felt comfortable with this kind of relationship and so when I read, I had to clear my mind from my own feelings. I actually paid little attention to this as I got to know the wonderful characters that Jeff Erno gives us. There is a lot of love here in volume 3 but there are also some shocking moments …. The sex scenes are hot and wonderfully written …. The story is in first person and therefore we are allowed to experience what Petey experiences. Although I am sad to see the series end, the author did so with a wonderful book and believe me when I say that Jeff Erno can really write. Now I just have to read everything else that he has written. It is not just the story that is so good but it is Erno’s characters that give life to the story.”  Read more …

—Amos Lassen, EurekaPride.com

Puppy Love is the story of Matt and Petey. Not only do they identify as a Dominant-submissive gay couple, but they also defy many of the stereotypes of this type of relationship. They rarely dress in leather; they don’t hang out at sex clubs, and they have little interest in many of the heavy BDSM sexual practices. There is no denying, however, that Matt is the Master and Petey is his pup. Reawakening, book three of the Puppy Love Trilogy, is the much-awaited conclusion to Matt and Petey’s story. After the tragedies of book two, more agony and ecstasy await Matt and Petey—a shooting, an unexpected pregnancy, a big gay wedding, and tons of passionate, kinky sex scenes. Will they find their happily-ever-after ending together, or will Petey’s reawakened independence lead him down another path entirely?

Jeff Erno currently resides in southern Michigan where he works as a retail store manager. He writes gay-themed fiction and has published six novels. He is co-owner of Michele ‘n Jeff Reviews, a website focusing on gay fiction and m/m erotic romance. More information about Jeff can be found on his website, JeffErno.com.

“Matt and Petey have been a big part of my life for a long time,” says Jeff, “almost a decade. I know it may seem strange, but they’ve become so real to me that I sometimes forget they’re only fictional characters. In a way I’m actually grieving their absence. I do believe, however, that the readers who’ve followed the story deserve some resolution, and I think Matt and Petey each deserve their own happy ending.”

Puppy Love, Puppy Love 2, and Puppy Love 3 are available on Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk, Amazon.de, and Amazon.fr. They can also be ordered from fannypress.com. By mid-August bookstores and libraries will be able to order paperback and hardcover versions from the Baker & Taylor catalog as well as by contacting info@fannypress.com.

“I usually prefer a lot more romance in my books, but Sharazade is such an excellent writer that I thoroughly enjoyed myself. It’s hard to pick my favorite, but the ménage would probably be it. I enjoyed watching the woman learn to love her body exactly the way it is. Our flaws just make us real. I also enjoyed learning a bit about the world without feeling like I was getting a history lesson. I will never travel again without thoughts of these stories flitting through my mind.”   Read more …

—Kris, BittenbyParanormalRomance.com

“Transported: Erotic Tales is a lusty book full of sultry encounters…. Sharazade gives her readers nine hot stories that are so well written that you almost forget that it is erotica…. these stories aren’t about doing the deed and getting it done. They are all about seduction, the build-up, the sensual ride and then the mind blowing release. They will get your heart racing, and your body tingling. Sit back, relax and enjoy the ride.”

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“I found every story to be a wonderful example of fine writing. Not just fine as in ‘of high quality,’ but the type of ‘fine’ with which you would preface ‘wine,’ ‘detail’ or ‘hair.’ It’s all about context…. I highly recommend this book.”

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“The strength of these stories is in their realism, their ability to convey the feelings of man-loving women (who can be submissive exhibitionists in the right circumstances) and woman-loving men who know how to make the most of an opportunity. The reader who travels with these characters will discover (or rediscover) that sexual excitement is more of a journey than a destination.”
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—Jean Roberta, Erotica Writer

Meet our newest author, Sharazade. Just in time for summer—the perfect beach reading. Even if the weather’s cool, you’ll still be hot!

Shar is the author of Fanny Press’s newest release, a collection of short stories entitled, Transported: Erotic Travel Tales (110 pp, $14.95, ISBN: 978-1-60381-465-2). Sharazade is the nom de plume of a professional writer and educator with more than fifteen books published under another name. Transported is her first venture into the realm of erotic fiction. One of the stories in this collection, “Just Browsing,” was a finalist in the 2009 bettersex.com erotic fiction contest.

Read an interview with the author at “Rude Words for Readers of Erotic Fiction.”

Something about traveling can bring your blood to the boil: Is it the exotic locales? The chance encounters with attractive strangers? The break from the routine? These nine sizzling tales of love and lust on the move capture a few of these scenarios: A single woman, wandering the dusty corridors of an old bookstore, runs across a book of erotic woodcuts… and a man with like interests. A slide presentation at an Alaska hotel has some of the guests squirming. A long train ride offers a young woman a chance to examine how she truly feels about her body … with two other passengers. Two lovers on a business trip to Japan confront their problems and their passions in a steamy outdoor bath. A man on a layover makes excellent use of his downtime. Told from both male and female points of view, Sharazade’s inventive stories of goings and … well, you know … will have you at the edge of your window seat, spinning your own fantasies about the unexplored potential of planes, trains, and hotels.

Although Transported touches on themes of exhibitionism, voyeurism, bondage, and group sex, its stories contain a large dose of old-fashioned romance and feature independent women with healthy egos. “I enjoy stories that are realistic enough that they might have happened,” the author says, “and fanciful enough that they might not have. I value communication, adventure, exploration, passion, and love, and they’re present in some form in all of my stories.”

Sharazade divides her time among Asia, Africa, the Middle East, and the U.S. You can read more about the adventure of writing and publishing Transported by visiting her blog.

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You can download the first story for free at Scribd.

Here’s an Excerpt from “Just Browsing”:

I can’t seem to find anything I like in Travel. I don’t want to read about someone’s chartered wine tour of France or family road trip through the Midwest in a camper trailer with Nutsy the Dog. Doesn’t anyone bicycle solo through Pakistan anymore? I stroll down to the end of the aisle and turn. Art? Either I’ve come full circle or someone can’t alphabetize. I intend to walk straight through it, but my eye is caught by something Japanese. I step in to take a closer look. Oh…erotic Japanese woodblock prints. I glance up and down the aisle to see if anyone’s around (not that there’s anything wrong with perusing an art book), but there’s no one in sight. I open the book at random and turn a few pages. It’s nicely done … not too samurai-n’-geisha, and the quality of the printing is superb. I check the publisher—as I suspected, a small Asian press. I slow down my page turning, studying the pictures in more detail. They’re quite arousing.

I stop at one of a woman alone, nude, lying half on her side, half on her stomach, and bound with rough hemp rope. The background is vague—some arrangement of cloth—so the focus is all on her body. Her arms are twisted behind her and tied tightly, almost uncomfortably, and her hair is in disarray. Only part of her face is visible, eyes half-closed and her expression one of…not pain exactly, or at least not entirely, but some intense feeling. She seems to be waiting for something, a blow or a kiss. I imagine that her lover is in the room with her, just out of view of the picture frame, and I wonder what he has been doing to arouse her feelings of pain/pleasure.

I don’t hear your footsteps until you’re almost behind me. I’m tempted to shut the book quickly, but then I’ll just look guilty. And it’s art, after all, the kind of book one is actually encouraged to browse through. Besides, I assume you’re just moving through to some other section.

You turn sideways to fit behind me in the narrow aisle, and I press up a little closer to the shelves to let you by. But you don’t pass. Can you possibly be searching for a title in this section? Should I move? I take a tentative small step to the side, in case I’m blocking something you’re looking for and close the book slightly. “Oh, sorry,” you say, in a low, resonant voice. “I was looking over your shoulder at the picture.” You move in tandem with me, so that you’re still standing behind.

What? Did you really say that? I feel a blush spread across my face, invisible to you. How embarrassing. What must you think of me for looking at pictures like this in a public place? I scramble for an excuse. “Oh, I lived in Japan for years, so … um … Japanese art … I mean, historically, it’s …” Who am I kidding? I don’t have a thing to say about Japanese art, other than that these pictures turn me on. “Yes, they’re very well done, aren’t they?” you say, easily, seeming not to notice my stuttering embarrassment. “The artist certainly captures the expressions well. And … how nice to see a woman who can appreciate the visual.” As though we were two serious art students. I open the book again, almost defiantly, this time making sure that you can see the page as well.

I glance around to see if anyone watching—no, and thank goodness for that. To assess the situation, though, I had to step back one step. In the meantime, you had somehow moved closer, so that now I’ve accidentally backed into you. And … I’m sure I felt the hardness in your trousers. Oh, dear. Now what? I can’t leap forward or you’ll know that I felt you, and then you might feel embarrassed. These things happen when looking at erotic art, and they’re nothing to be ashamed of. Best to pretend I didn’t notice, to act completely natural and nonchalant. I shift my weight, which eases me very slightly forward, and then casually turn the page, showing you the next picture. Nothing wrong with two people just looking at an art book.

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The rave reviews are already pouring in for Fanny Press’ newest release: Puppy Love 2: Building A Family [351 pages/$19.95].

Here’s the story: Matt and Petey are a young gay couple in love. They’re a Dom/sub couple. They’re an Owner and his pup. In Puppy Love 2, the couple begins to build a life together. The close-knit relationship they share with another D/s couple, Alex and Drew, is flourishing. The four find their lives increasingly interwoven until ultimately they become a family. Their tragedies and struggles are remarkable, and the emergence of Petey’s sociopathic nemesis Ryan Connors only heightens the drama. Will Matt and Petey’s love be strong enough to weather the storms? Will Matt revert to his selfish habits of infidelity and womanizing? Will he demonstrate the maturity required to be a responsible Master to his pup? Will Petey ever realize that he has genuine worth, and will he find the inner confidence to be the hero he was born to be?

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THREE Five-Star Reviews (so far) !

“Well this book is one surprise after another, and I will say this: all the surprises make this book a lot better than the first. There is character growth, a more exciting plot, a bigger than wow climax and the sex is hotter than ever.  It’s a tear jerker and you will experience every known emotion in the few hours it takes to read this book; because once you start, you won’t put it down….

“The writing is just smooth it moves from one crisis to another with wicked fluidity…. The final pages to this book are so explosive and filled with angst, it was just brilliant….

“I could go on forever about how awesome this book is, I could go on about how hot and steamy the sex is ( take my word its effing hot)…. Jeff has done a splendid job on this book and I will forever be a big fan of Matt and his pup. I am very excited for Puppy Love 3 and I just know it’s gonna be awesome. One of my favorite gay series.”

Darien Moya, ThreeDollarBillReviews.Com Read More ….

“I’ve not got the right personality to truly understand why Petey craves submission; however, I still found these interesting and engaging because of the way they affect Petey and therefore his love for Matt.  The second half of the book was tense and nail-biting as Petey and Matt deal with the consequences of some of their actions, both from the previous book and this one.  I was sitting on the edge of my seat for most of this time, anxious to read how it was all going to work out for our heroes.  Take my advice and don’t do what I did and start to read this section just before bedtime.  I sat up until the early hours because I couldn’t bear to put the book down, it was that gripping.  I ran the whole gamut of emotions from being horrified, to dumbstruck, to outraged before I got to the end….

“Overall, Puppy Love 2: Building a Family was a pretty terrific book.  I was drawn into Petey and Matt’s story once again and I’m very much looking forward to the final book in this trilogy.  …. I highly recommend this sequel.”

Jenre, ReviewsByjessewave.Com Read More….

“The story picks up after book 1 has ended and the two young men are moving forward in their relationship. The connection between them is stronger than ever and the sex hotter…. The author also uses this book to show the start of Petey’s growing maturity which in no way detracts from his need to be mastered by Matt. At the same time we get to see Matt’s vulnerable side and his love for Petey. There were times while reading this that I wanted to give both of them a hug and towards the end was close to tears.

“The men continue to face some tough problems and of course Katie, Petey’s sister is no help. With the promise of a third story coming soon author Jeff Erno is sure to have fan’s biting their nails as they wait. With each new story I become a bigger fan of this author whose characters and the way he tells a story always leaves me wanting more.”

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Memoirs of a Wannabe Sex Addict, by Julia Morizawa

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“As Morizawa’s story develops, the high standard of the writing and quality of the author’s ability to convey her message to the reader remains beautifully focused. Morizawa is a first-rate writer. The quality of the writing blends literate prose with an accessible style that few authors can manage. The erotic scenes are presented in appropriate detail, cleverly paced to deliver information that is arousing without appearing salacious or prurient.  The content is graphic where it needs to be and it basks in sensuous detail when a more languorous approach is required. But it is never unnecessarily gratuitous. The whole book is well-worth the read for anyone who enjoys erotic memoirs, or simply for those who appreciate the creative talents of Morizawa.”

Ashley Lister, EroticaRevealed.com Read More …

“…Julia Morizawa’s beautiful prose and haunting images explore women and men in their search for understanding, love, sex, and belonging. It’s a twenty-something’s second coming-of-age story, wrapped in prose that captures the sense of confusion of a generation…. Morizawa’s debut collection of erotica is an impressive read with an array of identifiable characters connecting to the darker side of the feminine.”   Read more …

Axie Barclay, Sacramento Book Review

“This book is skillfully written. Julia is brave to open herself to the world and bare her story.  The erotic passages of this book take you out of your element. It is as if you are there and it is not Julia who this story is unfolding on…. Memoirs of a Wannabe Sex Addict sheds light on real issues, real people and real sex. Julia does a wonderful job of portraying all three, as well as hoping that others find their way just as she has.”  Read More …

Tiffany Schlarman, ReaderViews.Com

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Every woman has a story. But not every woman will tell it. Memoirs of a Wannabe Sex Addict is a brutally honest and fearless retelling of one girl’s sex-capades. Each short story is a vignette taken from her life—the ups, the downs, and everything in between. In a search for belonging and purpose, she explores men and women, submission and dominance, prostitution and commitment. But what will she find?

As “The Slave” she learns that she is afraid to love or be loved. As “The Addict” she finds power in impressing her pimp by having sex for money. As “The Foreigner,” she discovers that fantasies are best sought after on the other side of the world. And, one by one, each experience forces this girl to grow up.

Julia Morizawa exposes an arousing world of sexual freedom colored by the vulnerability and complex emotions that go hand in hand. This book is a must-read for any woman who has searched for herself by using— and abusing—her body. And for anyone who has emerged at the other side, older but wiser.

. . . When he said that, I couldn’t help but turn onto my side and face him. I couldn’t help but feel a sudden rush of passion flow through my body. He turned toward me as well and wrapped his arm around my waist. He slowly rubbed his warm hand up and down my back, first over my shirt, then under it. When he kissed me, it was as if all the warmth in his body had been passed over into mine. I wrapped my palm around the back of his neck to pull him in closer, to kiss him harder. His tongue felt like warm silk in my mouth. When he moved it around and under mine, it was done perfectly, as if we had choreographed the movements ahead of time. He caressed my stomach with his hand, making my muscles tense up. When we kissed harder, he grabbed my skin tightly. He slid his hand under my bra and gently cupped my breast, then massaged it, moving it any way he wanted. I kept one hand on his neck and slipped the other underneath his shirt, feeling a thin trail of fuzz just below his naval. I pinched his nipples hard between my fore-finger and thumb. I knew he liked it because of the soft, airy grunts escaping from the back of his throat. He slid his other hand up the back of my skirt and squeezed my thigh, then my ass. I moved my hand from his chest to his stomach to his crotch. I could feel him hard underneath his jeans. After undoing the button and zipper of his pants, I wrapped my fist around his cock, first over his boxers, then under. As I slowly slid my fist from tip to base and back to the tip again, his breathing became heavier, his vocalizations more difficult to control. He followed my lead and pulled my underwear to the side so I could feel a cool breeze pass through my moist skin. He pushed his fingers inside of me, first one, then two, then three. I briefly pulled my hand away to spit in my palm and used it to moisturize his cock. I began to move my wrist and arm faster and he did the same with his fingers. I could feel his pre-cum dripping into my hand, helping me keep him lubricated. Our hips danced with our hands, synchronized in motion together. Suddenly, he pulled himself out of my grasp.

“Stop, stop,” he whispered.

“Why, what happened?” I asked.

“Nothing. I just want you to come first.”

He sat up, grabbed my ankles and pulled them toward him. He lifted my skirt and slipped my underwear off and let them hang on his wrist. He spread my legs open and held onto the insides of my thighs. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the dry grass. I felt his warm, wet tongue tease my groin, then the lips of my pussy, then my clit. He started slow and gentle. My breathing became heavy and a soft moan escaped my mouth. As he began to pick up speed, he slipped his fingers back inside of me and used his other hand to pinch my nipples. As soon as I came, he reached for his wallet and found a condom. He quickly opened the packaging and slipped the rubber around his hard cock. He leaned into me but stopped and asked, “Is this what you want?” I simply nodded. I watched him penetrate me for the first time. I squeezed myself tight around him and I could tell that he liked it. He felt so good inside of me.