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Witch on her bat

7/20/2017

The first book I ever bought by myself was The Enchanted Forest, a story of fairies, elves, goblins and witches, written by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite and her husband Grenbry Outhwaite. I bought it at a jumble sale and it was already old. The pages fragile and the cover barely attached. Even at that age I recognised it as something very precious. It still resides on my bookshelf, and despite many readings remains in much the same state as when I first picked it up.
Not only was the story appealing to a young girl, but it was filled with the most beautiful pictures, one of which caught my imagination and held it for many years.
It was a coloured plate entitled ‘The Witch’s Sister on her Black Bat’.
When I began to write the novella Rose Moon, this was the image that set the opening scene. This was the witch who I imagined as my Midnight.
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Bakke carried his mistress through the summer night’s sky with fluid ease. Midnight threw back her head and laughed, face luminous with the pure joy of anticipation. They had waited so very long for this time to arrive and had just one more day to mark.
Her nipples puckered at the mere thought of it. She allowed her fingers to graze against them through the sheerest layer of white chiffon. It would be so easy to slide her fingers between her thighs and stroke herself into delight, but an orgasm now would weaken her magic, and her sisters would be furious with her.
With a soft sigh of frustration, she flung her arms wide and allowed the movement of the warm air to caress her form. The silver-shot fabric of her diaphanous slip fluttered across her body, dipping and swirling with the slow even beat of the bat’s wings. Raven curls tumbled in a flurry around her pale face.
Half a dozen smaller bats flitted overhead, accompanying their witch on her quest.
“Look, my darlings. See how my moon casts its silver trail on the water below us to guide our way? It won’t be long now, we’re almost there.”
Bakke swooped low over the clumps of bulrushes bordering the edge of the waterway and headed into the depths of the forest. His sinuous flight path through the maze of broad tree trunks tilted upwards to match the rise of the ground beneath them. They flew in darkness until the trees thinned to allow a glimmer of silvery moonlight, then they burst once more into open space. Midnight, Bakke and the bat familiars circled higher until they hovered above the tor that protruded with phallic insolence from the clearing in the surrounding forest.
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A sweet and gentle start, but trust me…the tale gets much darker and mayhem, death and destruction soon follow!
Once again, I’ve teamed up with three other authors, under the expert guidance of Devi Ansevi, to put together a steaming hot addition to the PNRLust Anthologies.
Lust in Summer: Paranormal Erotic Anthology Vol. 7 is available on Amazon for your reading pleasure. Please indulge!

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What’s in a Cover?

3/29/2017

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I’ve recently been involved in negotiations and discussions over the design of a book cover. During the discussions, it became clear that almost everyone involved had a different expectation of what the cover should look like and what that would mean.
So, I ask the question—What’s in a Cover?
Because I’m a very visual person, I look for an attractive, interesting, or quirky cover. It must have artistic merit, I like imagery that leads the eye from the title across the page to the author, or the other way around. I like space and a sense of movement. Imagery should address the content, but sometimes words and patterns are all I need. In that case, the fonts should be interesting and unique, and the placement of the title and authorship used to the same effect as imagery, to lead the eye.
Unless I’m looking for a specific author or title, then it’s the cover that determines whether I bother to pick a book up and look inside to see what it’s about (Yes, I’m describing my process with a physical book because that’s where my heart lies, but it equally applies to clicking on an ebook on a screen).
The cover is very important when I’m looking for a new read. If I don’t like the cover, I don’t pick up, or click on, the book. No sale!
The different will leap out at me, anything that is unusual or unexpected will grab my attention.
So, in my recent discussions, I was surprised to learn of the belief that people won’t buy a book if the cover doesn’t match their expectations for the genre. The perception was that the reading audience did not seek uniqueness, but sought sameness in design. This revelation hurt my heart. It also made me wonder whether the approach of uniformity limited sales to a portion of the potential market. Maybe it doesn’t matter, because those that want their books to look the same form the most lucrative corner of the market? I have no idea.
I, of course, understand that a cover for a physical book won’t always work in an online environment—where the size of the thumbnail images results in the loss of fine detail and finesse. The sheer quantity of books available in electronic format exacerbates this. Anyone can self-publish, some of it is wonderful, much of it not! So surely, in the sea of books available to readers, a well-designed and unique cover becomes even more important?
The other issue that arose was specific to erotic fiction, where the favoured ‘look’ is a torso, or two (I was directed to the top selling erotic fiction on Amazon, you should go there too!). There was much discussion on whether the model on the cover should be a single man, a single woman or a couple. In many ways, this depends on the perceived audience and the contents of the publication, but even here we diverged in our views. My view is that women readers want to see a woman on the cover—someone they can identify with. Almost everyone else in the debate thought the opposite. For me, unless the title of the book gives a clear indication otherwise, a single man on the cover indicates that the material inside is aimed at gay men. Maybe I’m just weird?
Despite not getting my way on almost every aspect I was concerned about, it was an interesting discussion and clearly gave me a lot to think about (hence this blog!).
I fully concede that this is an area I’m new to, and I’m quite likely wrong in many of my views. Hell! I’m sure there’s an entire field of research that I’ve been too lazy to investigate that would answer all of my questions! But I’d really rather hear from you!
How important is the cover in your book choices? And what makes a great cover? I’d be really interested in your thoughts.

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The Russian Bride

3/16/2017

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What a treat!

This week I'm thrilled to showcase The Russian Bride, the latest offering from the gorgeous Juliette Banks (sometimes known as Rachel de Vine).

Natasha, a Russian-born woman living in London, catches the eye of Viktor, a middle-aged Russian gangster. He wants her as his wife, the mother of his son, and his submissive partner in the kinky sex he enjoys at his isolated home near Saint Petersburg. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him – he just takes what he wants.
Surprisingly, Natasha begins to accept her new life. Is she really a natural submissive, or has Viktor brainwashed her? Viktor is adamant that he will not have sex with her until they are married, but he shows her just how kinky he likes it by taking her to orgies held by his friend, and tells her that this is the type of life she can expect as his wife.
Everything turns sour, however, and on a visit to London, Natasha has to flee for her life – where businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Over the course of the next few days, Natasha tells James her story, and as horrified as he is, he cannot deny his attraction to the beautiful young woman. He vows to help her.
Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk everything to rescue her from this man. Can he do it? And does Natasha return his feelings?

Read on for an explicit exerpt...but only if you're old enough!

She was in the library one afternoon, bending over Viktor’s desk, avidly reading a book with illustrated erotic tales, and totally immersed in the work so that she did not hear Viktor come in the room and walk across the carpet towards her. The first she knew of his presence was a hand sliding up the back of her leg and under her dress, towards her bare bottom.
“So, my little English Miss is studying my erotic books, is she?”
Natasha jumped at the sound of his voice and began to stand, but his hand pressed her down again.
“Continue reading, my dear. In fact I’d like you to read aloud, please.”
She began to read, haltingly at first, but then with more confidence. As she did, Viktor lifted her dress up and rested it on her back before running the palm of his hand over her bare bottom and down her thighs. The story was about a woman who was being taken roughly by three men, and each time Natasha said something coarse or erotic, Viktor raised his hand and brought it down sharply on her behind.
Raymond pushed several fingers hard into her cunt, which made her gasp... A hard slap on her buttock was Viktor’s response to her saying those words.
...the two other men grabbed her feet on either side and stretched her wide so Raymond had the fullest access to her cunt...
Another slap, on the other buttock, this time. And so it proceeded. Natasha knew that she was becoming wet from desire, and Viktor saw it too. He bent and spoke gruffly into her ear.
“Reading this excites you, Natasha, you filthy harlot. You’re my little slut, aren’t you?” “Yes, sir,” she whispered, hoarsely. “Continue reading, my little slut, and while you do I am going to finger fuck you. I can hardly wait until our wedding night. You won’t be able to walk for days after that.” As she resumed reading, his fingers began to slide through the liquid now pouring from her slit. He found her clit and began to massage it, while pushing two of his fingers into her hole.
Natasha began to pant and found it hard to form the words.
...the two men holding her ankles knelt down and both grabbed the nipple nearest to them and began to pinch it hard, digging their nails into the soft skin while... “Oh sir, I...”
“Don’t stop, little slut.”...while Raymond rammed four fingers hard into... “Oh, I, please...” “Don’t you dare stop, my little slut.”...Raymond rammed four fingers hard into her cunt.
Natasha could read no more; so close was she to her climax. She began to moan, rotating her hips and pushing them towards Viktor in an effort to get more of his fingers into her. She wanted him so desperately; not just his fingers but his cock, deep inside her, and she wondered if he would lose control and ignore his plan of marrying a virgin. But she forgot all of that as she spiralled into ecstasy once more. She forgot where she was, who she was, and for a moment even, she was the woman in the book who had two men holding her ankles while the third pushed his fingers inside her.

Buy links:
Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XH4C3BW
Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XH4C3BW
Amazon Canada https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B06XH4C3BW
Amazon Australia https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B06XH4C3BW

About the author:
This is the third book published by Juliette Banks, but she has also published eight others as Rachel de Vine. Her books, in both names, are all erotic romances, and range from mildly erotic, spanking stories to more explicit, BDSM relationships. In all her stories, however, she likes to include some adventure, and puts her characters through some trying times and problems to overcome before they can expect any chance of a happy conclusion.

When she isn’t writing, Juliette likes to travel to exotic places all over the world, and has been doing this since her twenties. But she also loves the beautiful British landscape, and lives in a lovely part of central England. She adores reading, listening to music, and being with her wonderful extended family.

Websites for both Juliette Banks and Rachel de Vine
www.racheldevineauthor.com
https://racheldevineauthor.wordpress.com

Twitter:
www.twitter.com/juliettebanksuk
www.twitter.com/racheldevineuk

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/juliettebankstherussianbride/
https://www.facebook.com/juliettebanksauthor/

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Highland Pursuits

3/5/2017

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I'm thrilled to share with you that Emmanuelle de Maupassant (one of my favourite authors) has launched her saucy 1920s romance romp: 'Highland Pursuits’.

1920s debutante Lady Ophelia Finchingfield is banished to wildest Scotland to come to her senses, having refused a proposal from the Earl of Woldershire. In the care of her eccentric grandmother, Ophelia is soon caught between rugged widower Hamish and the villainous Comte de Montefiore.

She’s ready to play with fire, but will she burn more than her fingers?

'Highland Pursuits' draws inspiration from a short story of the same title Emmanuelle wrote for the charity fundraising anthology Because Beards: all proceeds from the anthology were given to the Movember Foundation.

This longer, novella, length offers more scope to explore the wonderful characters' eye-popping shenanigans. Hamish and Ophelia were in Emmanuelle’s dreams for many weeks, as she wrote this story.

In celebration of the launch, Emmanuelle is not only offering three signed paperback copies, via Goodreads here, but has her entire catalogue on sale for 99c/99p from March 1st-8th: Baby Love, Scarlet, Cautionary Tales and Gentlemen's Club (as recommended by Stylist Magazine)

What readers are saying

I can’t tell you how much I love this book. It was a true delight to read. The author has captured 1920s Britain wonderfully, and her detail is exquisite. – Rachel De Vine
As a comedy of manners, this is exceptionally well done. – Fionna Guillaume
Highland Pursuits is a wry, clever, incredibly sexy romp… a completely engrossing, utterly enjoyable read. I can't recommend it highly enough…fabulously fun - Malin James
The scene was set beautifully… I felt like I went back in time to high society Scotland - Christine of Sweet and Spicy Reads

Find 'Highland Pursuits' on Goodreads and for sale on Amazon

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Finding Inspiration

1/12/2017

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I’ve never had any trouble finding inspiration for stories, short or long. My novel-under-development was inspired by one of my cheeky dogs from another time in my life. Many short stories find their source in a real-life historical character whose story I reinterpret and twist to suit my strange tastes.
Dreams sometimes provide me with the kernel of an idea. I’ve always had vivid and fantastical dreams and when combined with an over-active imagination my cup of inspiration is often in flood.
Sometimes travel gives me rich pickings. In 2015 I travelled to Japan, a country laden with myths, legends and religious icons, where sexuality is at once repressed and celebrated. I have a wonderful idea for a story involving samurais, gods, white fox messengers and perhaps even water-dragons.
Just this New Year I was in South America, where once again local myths and legends have fuelled my imagination. Tales of Peruvian gods and goddesses, shamanic tales of the mystical powers of the rainforest trees and animals who inhabit them, and idyllic settings have set my imagination on fire once again.
My challenge? How to contain my urge to write them all at once and how to retain the passion for each story.

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What do you write?

11/5/2016

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‘What do you write?’
It’s an innocent enough question to ask when someone is introduced to you as a writer. But to be honest, when someone asks me that simple, naïve question I break into a cold sweat!
It happened at a party I was at the other day. And the ensuing conversation was a complete train-wreck! I’ve been thinking about it since, trying to figure out why it so often goes wrong.
Just to be clear, I write using a pseudonym. I’m not embarrassed about what I write and, unlike other writers I know, being revealed would pose no threat to my livelihood or family. I use a pen-name to keep the slightest degree of separations between my worlds, specifically when it comes to social media. However, there are differences between the public personas of writer-me and day-to-day-life-me. So, when face-to-face with a stranger, telling them what I write reveals that duality.
The question ‘what do you write?’ always makes me pause. During the pause, I do two things. First, I panic! Second, I consider the person I’m facing. Do they look open-minded? Am in the mood to shock them? Will they think I’m a freak? Do I care? Will I ever see them again anyway? Based on scant first impressions, and after an uncomfortable silence, I fashion a response for them.
Sometimes, I simply say I write fiction, hoping that will satisfy them. It seldom does.
Sometimes, I state I write erotica. Without fail, they immediately think I write bodice-ripping romance novels, and feely offer their opinion on that genre. I have no problem with the genre, I read it in my younger days while hiding under the blankets, it’s great fun! It’s just that I don’t write it!
Usually, I tell them I write fantasy and science fiction. And, this is where it gets weird in my mind, because the general response is something like – ‘oh, children’s stories.’ Which tends to make me stutter and blink in disbelief.
So, in all cases what follows is a weird conversation where I try to explain that I weave explicit sex into the fantasy and science fiction genres as a way of exploring humanity’s fundamental interest in sex and sexuality in unique environments and circumstances. I try to talk about how I like to delve into the darker aspects of ourselves by using non-human creatures, often interacting with human’s. But, by this time, I’m losing them and they usually politely excuse themselves, leaving me standing alone pouring another glass of wine down my throat.
I find it painfully difficult to explain in person what I write and why. I want people to know I’m a writer, I’m proud of what I do and achieve. There is a part of me that seeks the acknowledgement and praise of others. I just don’t know how to clearly and calmly explain it, in a conversation with a complete stranger, in a way that doesn’t leave us both disturbed and scuttling away to safety on opposite sides of the room.
Any suggestions?

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Lust in Tooth and Claw

10/7/2016

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This week I'm hosting the authors of the latest edition of the Lust anthologies.

Thank you so much, Jacqui, for hosting us on your blog! We’d love to tell you all about Lust in Tooth and Claw, and the authors who have contributed to it.
About the anthology
This lusty, hardcore anthology is brought to you by four authors with a special place in their hearts for paranormal creatures with fangs and claws. Our stories will dig deep into your imagination with tales of mythological creatures and erotic horrors who tantalize, titillate and electrify.
Sink your teeth into a quartet of lusty novellas. In the third volume of the Lust series, our authors bring you atmospheric tales of creatures sharp in tooth and claw, and hotter than hot. Werewolves, vampires, the Sidhe, plus a side helping of gods and demons, deliver erotic horror with a nip of romance.
About the Lust series
This is an ongoing, ambitious project, managed and published by Devi Ansevi, in which an anthology of paranormal erotica/erotic romance, featuring novellas by a variety of authors from different countries, is produced, from concept to publication, within six weeks or so. It’s extremely tough work, and relies on the co-operation of everyone involved, but these anthologies are incredibly exciting to work on – and equally as exciting to read!
We celebrate the international nature of our authors: language, grammar and style may vary between novellas, reflecting their country of origin.

Synopses of the novellas
Clara Randall has a problem: Vampires keep attacking her. They haven't killed her yet, but a girl's luck has to run out some time. In Devi Ansevi's Blood and Chaos, Max Forsyth can protect Clara from other predators, but can he protect her from himself? Even the gods are betting against them.

In Leanan Sidhe and the Wordsmith by Ina Morata, struggling writer Andy Marshall has just secured a place as writer-in-residence on a tiny Irish island. It's not exactly the position he's been expecting. When a beautiful muse offers to seduce him, and gift him with all the success he desires... will he agree to pay the price?

In Katherine Nevitt's Bitten by the Wolf, Lily is a loner in a dead end job. When she's attacked in the street by a giant wolf, her life will never be the same. The Alpha wants her for his mate, and that's not an honor she's allowed to refuse. When the Alpha's brother helps her escape, can they survive the savagery of Pack justice?

In Essemoh Teepee’s Panic Room, Matt and Miranda get away from it all, taking time out of their busy lives to reconnect. What could beat the romance of a remote cabin by a tranquil lake over a Full Moon weekend of sexy fun? And then they meet Fabian. Their lives will never be the same - if they survive.

Extract (Panic Room by Essemoh Teepee)
[and this story gets hotter and hotter…!]
Fabian stood in the shadows under the trees watching the couple kiss in the clearing. Fire ran along his nerves as he watched the man lift the green dress over the girl’s head and run his hands over her pale body. Fabian shifted position to more clearly see them both as they moved to a fallen tree trunk.
The girl bent forward and grasped the dead branches to steady herself, arching her back to push her rump towards her mate. Fabian licked his lips as he watched her lover kneel behind her and bury his face between her rounded cheeks.
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Matt tasted Miranda with the tip of his tongue before plunging it between her labia and licking inside her. She was soaking and so ready. Her legs spread further as she bent her knees to allow him more access. Lapping at her sex, he favored her clit and parted her buttocks with his fingers.
He knew exactly what he wanted to do to Miranda. He licked further and felt her shudder as the tip of his tongue pressed into her ass. Her groan and pushing her hips back onto him made his cock stiffen even more.
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Miranda felt Matt stand up and slip his hand down between her legs, sliding his fingers into her, making her moan. She felt him doing something and then his other hand came into view with his leather belt dangling. The sight of it made her gasp; she had felt its bite before but not for some time. The memory of exquisite pain and pleasure made her writhe and sit lower onto his hand, taking his fingers deeper.
“Good girl, that’s it. Take it, Mirri.” His voice, deep with desire made goose bumps rise on her back and arms.
"Relax, baby, just relax for me."
Miranda gasped as he twisted his fingers inside her, easing them a little deeper with each movement. She was so aroused, so wet and so very ready that when she spread her thighs wider his hand slid all the way up inside her.
"Oh God! Fuck, yesss."
"Good Girl, easy now, get used to the feel. You okay?"
"Fuck yes. Don't stop Mattie."
Miranda groaned, deep down as his knuckles stretched her, raking across sensitive nerves with each slow, grinding twist. She could feel the bones of Matt's wrist sliding under his skin against her labia as he carefully rotated his fist inside of her. She cried out as he began to gradually push deeper and then withdraw and she gasped the words,
"Deeper, push deeper."
Matt pumped his fist in her cunt and each thrust pushed her towards a precipice, a long fall of pleasure that threatened to break her with its intensity.
"I'm cumming Mattie, don’t stop, don’t stop."
Miranda's body tightened around his fist and she arched her back as the overwhelming climax overtook her every sense. Blackness threatened to engulf her and she felt her legs weaken. Matt's arm around her waist supported her from falling. She screamed with a second release as Matt carefully twisted his hand out of her, a hot gush following its withdrawal.
Still supporting her, Matt wrapped his belt around her wrists and strapped her hands to a branch. She trembled now, not knowing what he would do next but wanting him to do it soon. She was floating, high from the powerful orgasms but needing even more. It scared her, just how much she wanted to come. She had never felt so aroused, so wanton. She wanted to be filled, stretched possessed. She wanted to fuck. Miranda whimpered as Matt slid his fingers into her and then out and up to play with her sensitive pucker, slippery from his tongue and her release. The tip of one finger slowly easing into her ass made her groan; when he twisted it she moaned more loudly.
“Take me, hurt me. Make me feel you.”
He worked a second finger in and began to stretch her, readying her. Her sex was so wet now that she could feel it streaming down the inside of her thigh. She so wanted this, wanted him to own her, possesses her utterly in every way. She wanted his thick heat to drive those fascinating grey eyes from her mind.
“Fuck me, Matt, fuck my ass.”
The feel of his hardness opening her cunt drove her arousal even higher. Miranda pushed back and Matt slipped easily into her wet heat, making her groan as she felt the ridge slide inside. She moved her hips, fucking herself on his cock, moaning with loss as he withdrew. Lubricated with her essence, Matt pressed against her once more, a little higher and with more force to ease himself partly into her tighter entry.
She cried out, “Oh God, Matt. Do it now,” and ground her hips back against him, forcing him deeper into her ass. Then everything was outside her control.
Matt drove into her until she felt the fur at the base of him against her rump. With each fresh thrust his sac struck her clit making her whimper. Miranda wanted to move further and help him take her more deeply but her wrists dragged against the leather bonds, the sensation of helplessness driving her higher. She squirmed as Matt reached under her and gripped one breast, using it to drag her back onto him.
Matt twisted her silk scarf, tightening it around her throat, using it like a halter to control her, to overpower her, while he rode her even harder. Her orgasm was explosive and she arched and screamed. It was a different type of climax when he fucked her there, deeper, mellower in a way but it still shook her whole body. The feeling of surrender and freedom in submission was so much more poignant when he took her this way.
“That’s it, Mirri, take it. Take it and cum hard for me.”
She bent her knees a little more, pushed back to meet him and did as he demanded, screaming every time she came for her man.
***
Where Fabian had stood in the shadows was empty, the trampled grass splashed with thick white seed, semen dripping from leaves in slow extending strings to pool at the base of a tree.

Buy links for Lust in Tooth and Claw
The universal link for Lust in Tooth & Claw is:
http://mybook.to/LustinToothandClaw.
This link will direct you to your local Amazon country site.
Or we have a link for Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M0JNJU1
And one for Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01M0JNJU1

About the authors of Lust in Tooth and Claw
Devi Ansevi
I'm a prolific author, avid reader, closet romantic, incurable optimist, and owner of a very fertile, very naughty imagination. In my books you will find two or more people enjoying vanilla and non-vanilla sex, including spanking, bondage, dominance, toys, delicious punishments, and other naughty but oh-so-nice things. All of my stories explore the dynamics of power in a relationship, and all have an HEA or HFN.
Tweet me @sexidevi or find me on Facebook. Learn more about books I’ve written, read and reviewed at my Goodreads author page, my Amazon Author page, or my Crush Blush blog.
Want to stay in the know about all my new releases? Sign up for my newsletter! Once or twice a month, you’ll receive an email with all kinds of goodies, including exclusive behind-the-scenes peeks at my latest projects.
Free short stories and flash fiction are posted on my Crush Blush ‘Free Stories’ page
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Ina Morata
I'm a bibliophilic, hopeless romantic with a fascination for mythology. Matters of the heart play a big part in my erotica and erotic romance, as do psychological, emotional and physical boundaries. My work contains vanilla and non-vanilla sex between two or more people, and includes spanking, dominance in real and virtual situations, bondage, voyeurism, and a whole number of other delicious, erotic themes.
I’d love to hear from you! You’re very welcome to connect with me on Twitter @InaMorataWriter, or on my Facebook Author Page. Find me on Pinterest, Instagram, or on Goodreads, too.
If you’d like to be kept up to date with all my news, including new releases, special offers and sexy, subscriber-only stories, sign up to my mailing list, which you’ll find on my Ina Morata website. Or you can visit my Amazon Author Page for more details of my books.
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Katherine A. Nevitt
Thank you for reading Lust in Tooth and Claw, I hope you liked it! Please let me know what you thought by posting your review on Amazon or Goodreads or anywhere else you may think of. I’d love to hear what you think about my work.
See all of Katherine’s books on her Amazon Author Page.
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Essemoh Teepee
Essemoh Teepee (www.smotp.com) has been published by Circlet Press, Cleis Press and Renaissance/Sizzler. He shares in an IPPY Gold Medal for the acclaimed anthology Carnal Machines, published by Cleis Press, which includes his steampunk story ‘Doctor Watson Makes a House Call’. While he enjoys writing erotic fiction that skirts the darker side of human experience, many of his stories turn out to have romance lurking in them, however hard he tries to expunge it!
Essemoh writes on the darker, harder side of erotica. His fascinating creation of Fabian in this story, Panic Room is very dark and extremely hard! It is a tale of a paranormal ménage et trois, (or is it quatre?) that drips with passion and arousal from almost every line. Go to Essemoh's website www.smotp.com for more on his writing.
Would you like to experience and feel the sensations of what it is like to give yourself to a creature like Fabian? You can immerse yourself in just such an experience with the free audio download 'Surprize!' It uses the unique Directed Erotic Visualisation© audio technique, created by Essemoh Teepee to take you right in to the heart of the story. It feels so real it's scary. You can download this free .mp3 file from www.esensualbooks.co.uk
There are also two scenes from Panic Room to experience if you dare. A tryst with Fabian for Gay and Bi-Curious Men and another with Matt in the woods for Hetero Women
There are nearly 200 DEV© audio experiences to suit nearly every kink, gender and orientation along with Vampires, Dragons, Incubi, Succubi, Tentacles and even Dolphins! You can find out more at the website www.smotp.xxx.

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Grabbing the grotesque by the tale.

9/26/2016

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Feels like it's about time that I joined the legion of authors with blogs. To be honest, it's something that I've been putting off for quite a while now, and I'm still more than a little unsure about it. Part of me feels as though I've got nothing much to say...the other part of me never shuts up!
I do have a niggling concern that time spent blogging could be spent writing. But I'm also aware that a writer needs readers, and an active blog can help to achieve that. So here I am. Nervous and excited all at once.
To help ease my way in I've decided to start with an excerpt from my recently published novella, Blood of Stone, which you can find in the Lust on the Wing anthology.
The initial inspiration for Blood of Stone came from the skull paintings of Takashi Murakami, they gave me the opening scene. The plot and characters were then influenced by the French legends of the gargouille and the Tarasque. I hope you enjoy this snippet...and if you do then feel free to leave a comment.

Clovis inhaled, re-inflating his lungs as the silver light of the second moon touched his freshly exposed skin. He roared, raising his arms and face to the night sky, wings stretched to their full span. The burst of flame illuminated the entire chateau and Fredegund trembled in awe and desire at his magnificence.
“Clovis. I am Fredegund, the Guardian. Remember me.” Her voice rose, powerful and commanding despite her raw emotions.
Turning his terrible regard in her direction, the vertical slits of his pupils widened. Clovis tipped his head sideways to stare down at her. His nostrils flared and his forked tongue flicked out through parted thick lips to taste the air. His cock engorged and hardened as the flavours ignited his desire.
“I remember you, Guardian. Service me.”
Stung he’d used her honorific, and not her name, Fredegund hesitated in her response.
Clovis didn’t ask twice. Using his tail, he knocked her off her feet.
Realising her mistake, and the danger she’d put them in, Fredegund flipped herself over onto all fours. She spread her legs and raised her tail to expose her sex. Although she would never ripen, she felt the pull of the moons. Her lips wetted with anticipation.
Dropping to his knees in an instant, Clovis pressed his erection into her, pushing hard against her tight resistance until he was fully sheathed. Fredegund groaned. The friction of his entry heated her from the inside. Each time Clovis withdrew and punched into her again, the heat grew. His pounding increased in tempo. Fredegund imagined she could taste his saltiness at the back of her throat.
Her limbs quivered and the walls of her cunt began to pulsate in ecstasy. He plunged on through her screams, only heaving into his own orgasm when her final contraction fluttered away. Fredegund gasped in delight as Clovis jerked and filled her with a wild roar.
With the waking of the males, stone ground against stone, causing the air to vibrate around them. She would be busy tonight if she was to protect them all.

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