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Werewolf Brothers Make Better Lovers by Angela R Sargenti

Genre:
Paranormal/Threesome

Synopsis:
Venice is a magical city. It brings out the best...and the beast in all of us! Amy is a young American who has moved to Venice to pursue her architectural career. But when she meets two suave and sophisticated brothers, Amy realizes that Venice has so much more to offer....

My Review:

This was a fun read. What I enjoy about paranormal erotica is how many opportunities it opens for creativity, a freedom which Angela clearly utilized while writing Werewolf Brothers Make Better Lovers. Rather than going the BDSM route, which I see frequently with paranormal erotica, Angela takes the route of making these werewolves dangerous, forbidden lovers (not unlike Edward in Twilight). She also has fun with describing the folklore regarding werewolves, though at times I wished she had explained it a little more clearly. By putting two werewolves in this short, Angela was able to include their banter, which gave the reader an interesting insight into the werewolves and their mannerisms. I appreciated how Angela explored the differences between the werewolves and humans by getting inside of the werewolves heads, rather than focusing so much on their physical characteristics. It created a unique perspective. I think this is a good read for those who like paranormal erotica, and especially those who enjoyed Twilight.

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Book Spotlight - 10 Shades of Blush: The Softer Side of Kink by Rhoda D'Ettore

Synopsis:
This book is the first in a series that explores the fantasies of normal everyday women. Women who have a wild fantasy life, but because of societal norms, keep their fantasies to themselves. Each book of the series will contain eight chapters of fantasies, and then two chapters of information on improving sex. In this book, domination and role playing are explored. The last two chapters include information on improving oral sex and anal sex.

Readers are encouraged to visit the Author's Facebook page or blog in order to submit their own fantasies to be included in future books. Author, Rhoda D'Ettore, also included a complimentary excerpt of her recently published ebook, ""Goin' Postal: True Stories of a U.S. Postal Worker"".

The series itself will explore all aspects of sexuality, including role playing, homosexuality, bondage, discipline, and other aspects of the BDSM world.

Available on Kindle and Audiobook

Excerpt:
Chapter 5: The Anniversary

Debbie, 52, Florida

I was raised a strict catholic. I was taught that my body was bad, that sex was for procreation, and that modesty was a righteous way of life. No amount of public display of affection was acceptable except holding hands. Even a slight kiss between a married couple was considered offensive in my family. I believe that because of this, I have always been fascinated with sex in public. I have never had the nerve to do such, but the desire, the fantasy---to rage against the taboo is what I have longed for. This is my fantasy:

I was walking through a huge department store in New York somewhere. I was walking along, looking through the clothing and other items when I felt a hand cover my mouth. An arm simultaneously reached across my waist, and anxiety and fear rushed through my body. I began to struggle until your whisper calmed me into submission, “You are mine for the taking.” It's Master, my Master!

From behind you pushed me into a fitting room, and told me not to turn around, as you slowly removed my shirt, and unbuttoned my jeans. We are facing a mirror, and looking into each others eyes that way. “Take them all the way off-- strip completely.” I quickly did as instructed. I could feel your chest pressed against my back, as you reached around me to run your hands up and down my body... your body. “Who owns you slave?”

“You do Master,” I could feel your hard dick through your pants, pressing against my bare ass.

“What are your vows to me slave??”

“Body, Mind, and Soul, I am yours, Master. Today and Always,” I obediently submitted.

I could hear a slight chuckle, which informed me that you were pleased with my response. Then you grabbed my shoulders, and spun me around. You pushed me down on my knees, “Show your Master how much you miss him, and how much you worship his cock!” You began to unbuckle your belt, and unzipped your pants. I could feel you getting bigger with every second, as I grabbed your thick piece of meat with both hands, and started pumping. I took you into my mouth, all wet and warm, and began sliding up and down. Then I released you, beginning long licks of the tongue for the whole length of your shaft. I felt you grab my hair, swirling it around my head. I slowly pumped you with my hand, while sucking, and flicking my tongue all around your mushroom head. You started fucking my mouth, faster and harder. Your grip on the back of my head got firmer, you where fucking my mouth so hard, that I could feel your balls banging against my chin. The tip of your head collided with the back of my throat, so violently that I couldn't control my gag reflexes. Then with a tug of my hair, you pulled me up on my feet, kissed me hard, and pushed me against the wall. “You serve your Master well.”

“Thank you Master.,” I felt your fingers slide into my juicy cunt, so deeply I was lifted onto my toes.

“You are such a tramp. You have Niagara Falls between your legs right now, and I hardly touched you.” Then you took your finger and slid it into your mouth, tasting my juices. “You taste sweet my little pet. Very good”

“Thank you, Master, I am happy to please you.”

“You do, but first you must be punished for your recent back talk, then you will be rewarded for your obedience.”

“Of course Master, Thank You.”

“Turn around with your legs spread, and your hands against the wall.” Instinctively, I responded. I knew what was coming, and in some sick twisted way, I was really looking forward to it.. My clit was already engorged. I could feel my lips separating from the excitement. The sound of the friction made me shudder, as you pulled your belt out of the pant loops. Your hand slid in circles along my bare ass, preparing it for what was coming next.

“After each stroke, I want to hear a count, and you must thank your Master. Do not lose count, or you will have to start over. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master.”

“Why are you being punished my whore?”

“For the back talk I gave you yesterday Master” With that I felt the first slap of your belt across my round ass. I flinched at the initial sting.

“One. Thank You Master” Again, the leather strap came hurling through the air. “Two. Thank You Master”. This continued on and on until I whimpered, “Eight. Thank You Master”

Apparently my punishment was finished as you said, “Very Good Slave. I gave you two counts for every disobedient comment you made yesterday. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Thank You Master.” With that I felt your hand start rubbing my ass again. My ass was warm and red, and you admired your handiwork. The rubbing created a pleasant sensation with the tingle of the punishment. I was really enjoying this.

“Now comes the reward for being such a good slave. I want you to know that I do appreciate your trust and obedience. Even though I will always punish you for your bad behavior, I will always reward you for your obedience.”

“Yes I understand. Thank You Master”.

“Bend forward more, keep your hands on the wall,” and instantly I obeyed. I then felt your hand gliding up and down my thighs, priming me, and putting all sorts of thoughts in my head. My heart start to race as my anticipation grew. Then I felt your two fingers teasing your clit, slowly at first. Then faster, and faster.

“Does that feel good my sweet whore?”

“Oh yes, Thank you Master.” Your tongue then found its way down into my hole, and started slithering in and out slowly. With your face buried in my soaking twat, you fingered me and stroked my body everywhere. You were so handsome, and powerful looking in the reflection of the mirror, and yet you were giving me all of your attention. Just watching you work your magic down there was enough to make me want to erupt.

“Did you do all of your assignments yesterday? Or you will get a lot more of the belt than just 8 counts”

Embarrased, I admitted, “No, Master. I did not.” I wanted to lie, but I couldn't lie to you. If you found out later, it would just lead to a greater punishment.

“It is good that you were honest. You will still be punished, yet not as severely as you would have been. For not completing your assignments, I forbid you from touching or pleasuring yourself in any way--for three weeks. That means no grinding your cunt on the sheets, or arm chairs. No using the shower nozzle on your clit. Nothing. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master. I understand.” I was disappointed, but not surprised. Because I am very orgasmic, withholding orgasms is very difficult for me to do. I love sex. I love having you in me.

“Oh please Master, don't do that to me? I'm begging you. You know how much I crave to climax!”

You had a better idea. You knew how I felt about my body, about modesty, and you were going to use that against me. You told me to leave only my bra and panties on and made me stroll onto the sales floor of the store. My orders were to find the first place I could sit, whether it be a chair, bench, or counter top. I was to spread my legs wide on the surface, and masturbate until I climaxed. You ordered me to be as loud as I possibly could. You said that you wanted others to admire my body and climaxes, as much as you do. As I fingered myself, I heard you ordering me to pinch my nipples. I could not see you, but I knew you were there. I popped one nipple out of my white lace bra, and began squeezing. As I began writhing on the counter next to a register, I felt my panties moisten and let out a cry of exhilaration. That got the attention of a man walking by. He stopped, looked around to see if he was being watched, then just start to stare. “Give him a good show, my slut. Show him your true self. Let go of your inhibitions,” you said from behind me.

With that, I ran my hands up and down my neck, and pressed my tits together. I slowly popped one nipple out of the lace bra, and rolled it between my fingers. I kept eye contact with him, while I fingered myself until I climaxed. He asked me if he could touch me, and you yelled, “No touching. This is just a show!” That was enough, the man was happy to go back to watching. I continued my show of pinching, squeezing, and cumming until the man finally whipped out his dick, and started stroking himself. As I moved faster and faster, wiggling on the counter in all sorts of directions, he was stroking faster and faster. Finally, I heard him release himself with a deep sigh and a “Damn!”. He thanked me, then walked away with a smile.

You ordered me back into the fitting room, “I like when others enjoy what I own. I like when others want and adore you the way I do. Did you see how excited your body made him? Do you want to cum now, my beauty?”

“Yes, Master.” You knew I did. I am a nympho in every sense of the word, and you made me that way. Then I felt both of your hands working on me. Like an octopus, you managed to have one hand rubbing my clit, and the other pounding into me with three fingers. You wanted me to beg you for your dick, and I honestly wanted it so badly.

“Please Master, Fuck me, let me feel your cock pummel into me.”

This amused you,, “So, you want your Master's cock in you whore?”

“Oh god, YES MASTER! I need to feel you in me. I beg you Master, Please FUCK ME NOW!”

Again, I could hear you chuckling. “Well, you have been a mostly obedient slave.” Then I felt your huge head force open my tight hole. Having you in me was like being complete again. And as always, you fit into me perfectly, as if my pussy was made specifically for you. “You still cannot cum until I say!”

“Yes Master... just please, don’t stop!”

Facing the mirror again, you were pumping me from behind. We were staring into each others eyes. I felt your hand on my back as you built up momentum to fuck that pussy harder. Then you grabbed my shoulder to keep your balance. Oh my God!... you feel so good, no matter what images I conjure up to prevent cumming, there is no way i can hold out much longer.

“You are close aren't you slut? I know your body, I know that it wants to cum. Am I right?” You didn't even need to ask, you knew the answer already.

“Yes Master. You know my body, May I cum please???” I knew that it was pointless, you would only allow me to have or not have what you wanted me to. However, the demonstration of your control is what you wanted.

“No! You do what I tell you. As your reward you will be able to cum as much as you want, but only when I say”

Breathlessly I said, “Yes Master... of course”

Just when I thought I couldn't hold out any longer, I felt a dildo plunge into my ass while you continued to fuck me. “NOW WHORE! Now you can cum as much as you want!”

“Oh my GOOOOODDDD!!! Thank you Master!!!!” It came out as a scream. It did not stop you, you kept pounding your cock and dildo, pumping into both of my holes. It felt so good that my legs began to give out, making me lose all sense of balance. I kept cumming and cumming, then I felt hot liquid pour down my legs. I was so wet, everywhere, and my body tingled all over. I was so exhausted that after a few minutes of continued cumming I just couldn't take it anymore. I collapsed on the floor, and not even you could stop me. The dildo was still in my ass, and you never bothered to stop pumping it.

“How do you feel my slut?”

“I can't breathe.”

“Tell your Master how you feel!”

“Euphoric! Like I'm drugged.”

You laughed at this response. “Good! As it should be.” Still pumping the dildo hard in and out of my ass, you asked, “Would you like for me to fuck your ass???”

“Oh yes Master, please! I need it” I wanted anything that you would give me, anything that would keep my pleasure sensors tingling for an extended amount of time.

“Good.” Then I felt your hard cock pump within me. The hole was really tight, and the pain jolted through my body for a moment until my muscles got adjusted to the size of you. I started rocking my body into rhythm with yours, as my body convulsed with pleasure. I could feel my pussy and ass muscles contract out of an overload of climatic sensation.

“Stop fucking moving!”

“Yes Master, I’m sorry” a moment later, I felt you pulse and cum into my tight asshole.

You kept pumping for a minute, then pulled out. Still behind me, you reached out and grabbed my wrists. Then you pulled me upward to my feet, as you flung my body against the wall. You stood directly in front of me, and pressed your body against me so hard, that I felt like I was being crushed between you and the wall. I could hardly breathe. My cheek was against the wall, and I felt you kiss my neck gently. “Always remember that you are mine. I can do whatever I want with you. I can do it when I want. I can punish you, or reward you. It could be day, or night. I could be gone for years, or for five minutes---and you are STILL mine. You will always be mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master. Thank You.”

“Now tell me. How do you feel about your Master?”

“My master is the love of my life, the air that I breathe. I do nothing without his permission or without the thought of how I could please him. Nothing could ever change how I feel, and no one could ever replace my Master.”

“Very good slave. You are a good slave, and good wife. Your Master and husband loves you too. Hard to believe that ten years has gone by. Happy anniversary, Baby. Are you ready for ten more?”

“Of course my Master”

Author Interview:

What made you want to write erotica?

I was engaged to a US Army Infantryman who was deployed often. He would ask me to write him fantasy stories, all of which involved a little kink. Some of the other Army wives/girlfriends complained that they didn't know how to write sexy to their men. I started sharing my stories with them, who passed them off as their own to their deployed spouses.

When I published this book as an ebook, a US Marine (I didn't know) wrote to me and said, "Wow. That was awesome, can you put it on an audiobook?" I did, and he was my first sale. After that I started getting messages from listeners, "That saved me hundreds in phone sex this month! 2 hours of phone sex for $7!"

For those who might consider reading your book, what would you tell them to expect?

This is not a novel, rather a collection of 8 fantasies of various women from across the country. They are from all walks of life, but missing something in their sex lives with their partners. Each of the first 8 chapters includes domination, bondages, orgasm control, and exhibitionism. The last two chapter include great fellatio and anal sex tips!

Anything you want to say to your readers?

$1 of all of my book titles, regardless of format (ebook, paperback, audiobook) will be donated to the National Military Family Association.

This is an awesome organization which assists military families through deployments, and provides retreats and bonding time for when the servicemember returns. Many of us do not realize that some of the children are afraid of the parents, not remembering them. This organization assists with this and many other situations and activities.

What inspired you to become a writer?

I am a US Postal Worker. Over the course of 15 years, I compiled a bunch of funny anecdotes of things such as alligators and human heads in the mail. It is full of things that the public never sees. I completed it as a sort of nostalgia for my co-workers who enjoyed it so much, the encouraged me to write it. 

Goin' Postal: True Stories of a US Postal Worker became my first ebook. It did so well that I joined it with a historical fiction into a paperback. They are now available together as an audiobook also.

What book would you like to read again?

The Story of O -- I read it as a teenager, and it sort of put me on the BDSM path. I haven't read it since, but wonder what my reaction would be now. I wonder if after reading as much erotica as I have whether it would hold my interest.

Tell us about your writing process. 

I just write. Outlines tend to make me paint myself in a corner. I sit at the computer and think, "How can I screw up this person's life? What would be really shocking in this scene? How could I put the limits of this character? What would make this scene really hot and sexy?"

In my most recent book, Tower of Tears: The McClusky Series, a character gets murdered. I had my mother reading the chapters as I wrote it. Five characters hated the guy, but I had not decided who killed the man. My mother yelled, "I know who did it!" I thought that funny. Then I crossed her suspect off the list of possible suspects to add more mystery.

What is your favorite/least favorite part of writing? Why?

The marketing and promotion. I have met some awesome people because of it, but I also do not want to feel as though I am spamming. The books are the easy part-- the getting them noticed is the hard part.

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers?

Research and talk to other authors!

Don't pay for anything you cannot do yourself. But research. There are so many companies out there willing to scam you. One company who promised to edit, print, promote my book wanted $1500 minimum. The entire "gold package" would be $10,000. When I researched I realize I could use Createspace, KDP, Nook Press, Smashwords, ACX (for audiobooks) all for free! There are also blog tour companies, editing/proofreaders, reviewers---- all just trying to take your money. There are so many bad ones out there, that it is difficult to know who to trust. So talk to other authors!

I get my marketing supplies from Vistaprint--they are the cheapest.

Also, I have some info on my website. I am also willing to help, so you can facebook me with questions. 

What is the hardest and easiest part about being an erotica writer?

I'm working on a new erotica now, but for me the sex part is easy to write. It is trying to put the sex into a good story overall. Other genres I read are historical fiction and mysteries. So I think it's going to be more of an "erotic thriller" type than a romance type. In my head, an erotic novel cannot stand on sex alone. It has to have a good story behind it. Otherwise, it is just porn.

Is there a genre you could never write? Which and why?

I don't see myself writing Young Adult. I didn't read YA when I was a kid, so I can't see me reading it now. As I previously said, I read Story of O when I was like 16. So I do not think that I could relate with the audience of YA now, if I couldn't back then. All of the conflicts and characters just seem so immature---which they should be. But it would be hard for me to go from "Do me Master, Spank me harder" to "I'm so nervous about asking Suzie to the dance."

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A Fine Profession by Sarah Michelle Lynch

I want to take a moment to welcome Sarah back to this blog! Last time I hosted her author interview, and reviewed Bedtime Confessions. 

Genre:
BDSM/Dominatrix

Synopsis:
A mysterious woman tells her tale to the private investigator sent to find her…

Lottie reveals the tragic events that led her into the arms of a community of free-loving people. Within the secretive confines of the Lodge, she has a chance to be herself and escape the banality of her day job.

A ménage à trois doesn't work out how she expected and she leaves behind the friends who helped her find her creativity. She goes on to explore her need for control, adopting the guise of a domme. But a domineering man arrives in her life and overthrows everything she previously believed. He is unforthcoming about his past – but we never discover the reasons. We know they were parted, but why?

Part one of a two-part story. Concluded in A Fine Pursuit.

Excerpt:

Chambermaid's Rule No.1 

The Ruse 

     “Housekeeping!” 

     The Chambermaid marched into the suite, where a man stood by his bed for the night, freeing the small suitcase that sat atop the mattress of its contents. He glanced sideways, a little nervously, and acknowledged the woman. 

     He muttered, “Erm, I didn't…” 

     “Pardon for the intrusion, sir, we messed up. Your bathroom wasn't crossed off the list. Seems it didn't receive the proper cleaning. Every bathroom has to be steam cleaned between guests' stays.” 

     “God, listen, it doesn't matter. I don't really care about that.” 

     “Sorry, it's a health and safety policy. Unless you want another room…” 

     “Get on with it then,” he grunted, desperate for her to just get out. 

     “Thanks,” she enthused, grateful. She wheeled in her trolley of cleaning goods, taking it toward the open door of the bathroom. She clattered and clunked about over the kinks in the hotel carpet and heard a barely audible tut escape his mouth. Without him knowing, she was assessing his demeanour and behaviour. She was already getting a picture of the man's tastes and desires from his almost unreadable body language. Today's client was an unwitting servant who would not know that he had been set up (his wife had organised Lottie as an anniversary treat). 

     She dove in the bathroom and as she shut the door, he glanced in her direction again but would not have caught a very good look at her face. She would seem to be a generic hotel-worker-type, with one of those unattractive, bland uniforms, plus lank hair and a colourless face. 

     In the bathroom, she knew he would hear the low whirring of her portable facial sauna. But to him, it would seem some kind of small machine she used to carry out her “steam-cleaning”. He would imagine so. Why wouldn't he? Honestly. Why would he believe anything otherwise? She was just a bland hotel cleaner. 

She peeked out between the door and saw him sat on the edge of the bed. He picked up his mobile phone and checked it, probably out of fretfulness. His wife had stayed behind at the bar a little longer than she said she would… 

     Lottie retreated back behind the door and recommenced work. With her face brightened, and hair moist, she looked different already. Radiant. She slicked back her hair. She applied false lashes. Easy. Bright red lipstick. Black eyeliner. She ripped off the baggy uniform to reveal her lingerie beneath. She slipped a pair of heeled shoes out of the cart and replaced her plimsolls with those. She shook her limbs into shape, leaving behind her former hunched demeanour, and became the Chambermaid. 

She knew he would be waiting for her to get the hell out of there, finally. He was probably imagining all sorts of scenarios. 

     He tapped at the door gently and scared her. 

     “Are you done? If not, it doesn't matter. In fact, I will pay you to leave right now. Please. My wife is going to be back any moment and this is meant to be a make-or-break night.” 

     At the ceasing of his desperate pleas, he heard a series of seemingly unfortunate events unfold behind the door. Bottles and towels tumbled down on the poor cleaner and she screeched, before assuring him, “I'm okay, I'm okay! Just had a little scare… Listen, mister, I have got a serious problem on my hands here. Found some cockroaches under the bathmat. Dead ones. You never know when two more may turn up for their funeral, however. This is real bad, mate, you know? Could close the hotel!” 

     She was desperately trying to remove shampoo from her leather corset. 

     “Shit!” he shouted. 

     “Listen, gimme a minute or so while I sort this.” 

Behind the door, he had no idea what was going on. All the time, he was being drawn in further to the ruse, forced to occupy himself while he tried to patiently wait out the minutes and seconds this girl was potentially ruining his passionate expectations. She heard him switch on the TV set, apparently attempting to idle himself away with one dreary teatime show after another. 

     The bathroom door creaked open and she pushed her trolley out, clattering around again. He did not bother to look behind himself. He breathed a huge sigh of relief at her having finally finished her inconvenient hygiene intervention. 

     The door closed and he muttered with the remote doing his gesticulating, “Thanks love, you done?” 

     “I most certainly am sir,” she replied, in a deeper, sultrier tone. His ears pricked up immediately. His head spun slowly and all he saw was a sleek body, kitted out in leather and lace, heels and stockings. He saw it all out of the corner of his eye and his trousers stirred. He pieced all the events together and the realisation hit. 

     “I should have known it was you,” he chuckled. The element of surprise intrigued as much as aroused him. 

     “Now, sir, now, you have to do exactly as I say, beginning with closing your eyes.” 

     “Yes Chambermaid,” he agreed, turning the TV off and throwing the remote away. “Tell me what to do.” 

     “Keep those eyes closed otherwise there will be trouble…” she warned, huskily. 

    “They're closed, they definitely, are, closed…” 

     (That's the first and last time I will ever refer to the Chambermaid in the third person. She is me, was me, and always will be me. However, as we shall see, she is not the entire me…)

My Review:

This book has a strong streak of honesty, which makes it speak as a true story. I will admit that I did not know A Fine Profession was based on a true story while I was reading it; however, I strongly suspected this was the case (and felt very justified when I discovered I was correct). This book has complex characters, situations, and interactions and tells the tale of a "lost" woman searching for her identity. A Fine Profession shows how a normal, regular woman can journey through the sex culture and come out better for it. For those who are interested in reading a genuine "women's issues" story with a strong taste of erotica, I would recommend this book to you. 

About the Author:

Sarah Michelle Lynch is a wife and mother living in Yorkshire, England. She worked in journalism for several years before finding creative writing during a long period of maternity leave.

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Roleplay Gone Wrong by Reed James

Genre:
Roleplay

Synopsis:
Frank and Evie have been married for thirteen years, and their sex life has began to grow stale. Looking to spice things up, Evie suggests some harmless roleplay. She's always had a fascination with 'ladies of the night' and dresses up in her sluttiest clothes and waits on a street corner for her husband to buy her services. Only things don't go as planned when a Black cop catches them in their fun, and Frank discovers just how naughty his wife can be.

Excerpt:

“Wait,” Evie panted; her cheeks still flushed from her orgasm. “He's my husband, really!”

The handcuff ratcheted around her wrist. “You have the right to remain silent.”

“Really, officer!” I shouted. I was confused about the entire situation; hurt, arousal, betrayal all mixed together in the storm brewing inside me, but I didn't want to see my wife go to jail. “I can prove it!”

“Even if she is,” the cop answered. “Doesn't change the fact that she stood on the street corner, accepted money, and was caught performing a lewd act in public. You're lucky I'm not arresting you too! But my patience is wearing thin, buddy!”

“Maybe there's something I can do to convince you not to arrest me,” purred Evie as he ratcheted the other cuff around her left wrist, restraining her hands behind her back just above her shapely ass.

“Like what?” the cop asked, a knowing smile on his face.

About the Author:

Reed James is a thirty year-old guy living in Tacoma, WA. "I love to write, I find it freeing to immerse myself in a world and tell its stories and then share them with others." He's been writing naughty stories since high school, furiously polishing his craft, and finally feels ready to share his fantasies with the world.

"I love writing about women who want to be a little (or a lot) naughty, people expressing their love for each other as physically and kinkily as possible, and women loving other women. Whether it's a virgin experiencing her/his first time or a long-term couple exploring the bounds of their relationships, it will be a hot, erotic story!"

For his day job Reed drives a paratransit shuttle, helping the disabled and senior citizens get around town. "It can be both a rewarding and stressful job in turns. And sometimes sad."

So check out his works, the Naughty Wives Series and Seducing Straight Women series and the erotic-supernatural thriller My Fallen Angel.

My Review:

I love the title of this book for as I started getting more into this story it had me wondering, "What goes wrong?" The scenario Reed sets up could go wrong in many ways, and it got me hot just thinking about what they could be. Driven by the question, "What happens when role-play is not pretend anymore?" Reed did not disappoint me, and took the story much further than I had imagined! Not only this, but Reed did an excellent job of setting up his scenario while at the same time keeping his reader engaged before delving into an exciting sex scene. While there were a few typos in this book, it was still an arousing read for those who like questionably non-consensual erotica.

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Cover Unveil: Underneath the Gargoyle by Christina Harding

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Genre:
Paranormal / Dubious Consent

Synopsis:
Part One of Christina Harding's Underneath the Gargoyle series: Trisha is a Catholic choir member and believes nobody knows the extent of her promiscuity. Little does she know the gargoyles are watching her.



Also in the series:
Underneath the Gargoyle: A Prologue
Underneath the Gargoyle: Part Two
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Advance Praise for Underneath the Gargoyle: 
"This was a great short read! As I kept turning the pages... the book got hotter and hotter and more and more taboo. I recommend this book if you like the "forbidden"! Can't wait to get the rest of the story." ~5★ review by Annette on Amazon

"Christina harding is a well recognized blogger, reviewing erotica literature, with a waiting list that is months long. Her own story about her foray into the genre is quite moving. So it's not surprising that after reading so many erotic books, novels, and shorts, she was inspired to try her hand at writing. Her debut is definitely praise-worthy. She managed to combine several fetishes (voyeurism, monster erotica) into a tight, imaginative, and explicit short that left you wanting more. The protagonist's dirty mind and antics are expertly portrayed, and the intended result (yes, that result) is guaranteed. Can't wait for the sequel." ~5★ review by Connie Cliff on Amazon

"Great first story! Paranormal/monsters aren't usually my thing but really glad I gave this one a try. I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on; it did, a lot. Hopefully the start of a great series of novelettes." ~5★ review by Adrian Ward on Smashwords

"...the main appeal here isn’t necessarily the plot but rather the writing. Christina Harding does a great job of letting us into the mind of the protagonist.... Harding’s masterful way with words helps paint extremely vivid pictures in the reader’s head. As soon as you finish, I bet you’ll find yourself ready for more. The fact that this is first story just makes it all the more impressive. Even if (like me) you’re not normally into paranormal erotica, I highly recommend this story." ~5★ review by Chacebook

"If you have a fetish for naughty Catholic schoolgirls (and if not, what's the matter with you?) this one definitely belongs on your to-read list.... This is a story that ends much too soon, and is indeed crying out for a sequel. Christina, if you're paying any attention to the reviews on this thing, you need to get on it now."  ~5★ review by Michael Dalton on Amazon

"Smoking hot erotic short! Perfect for those who love paranormal erotica as well as those who prefer the taboo. Loved it and look forward to reading more by this author about what happens under the catacombs." ~5★ review by Bella Swann Erotica on Amazon

"A very sexy read! You won't want to miss this: father/son fantasies, supernatural creatures, and just about every kind of erotic situation you can imagine. Highly recommended!" ~5★ review by Fionna Guillaume on Smashwords

"Wow! It's like this story was lurking on the roof the whole time but I never noticed. If you like Catholic School Girls getting stuffed with big hard marble and want to know how to make a gargoyle purr then you need to read this exquisitely naughty and creative novelette from Christina Harding." ~5★ review by MJ on Amazon

"Trisha is a naughty girl, having far more fun at church than any person should." ~5★ review by Reed James

"Christina has created a book of Erotica that will delight the lover of the genre. She writes with a style and panache that other writers of the genre will envy. Christina Harding is a bold, provocative, creative writer; absolutely and most definitely, more, more, more from her...please." ~5★ review by Billierosie on Amazon

"Underneath the Gargoyle has a solid story line and structure, with a happy ending… for the gargoyles. This was an enjoyable read that flows like a confession that goes beyond the bounds of traditional encounters." ~5★ review by Franklin Deverell on Amazon

"I thought it was steamy in the graveyard, but move past that and find her confessing of her "sins" to her boyfriend's father...Holy Smoke!! That doesn't even scrape the surface, with the rest of the story. I really enjoyed it! It was short, but there was so much that added depth to the characters and the plot. I highly recommend this one and will be reading many more from this author." ~5★ review by Booklover on Amazon

"This was fun to read -- clever and sexy and laugh-out-loud funny." ~Editor of Underneath the Gargoyle

Spotlight: Netherworld by K.N. Lee

What would you do if a demon threatened your mother's life? If you're like Koa, you'd sharpen your enchanted sword and go after him... 
Our world is threatened by the creatures of an alternate land called the Netherworld. Koa and the Netherworld division are there to keep the vampire population in check. Koa is a powerful half-blood vampire. Her best friend is her boss, she has a cursed mother, an enchanted sword, and an attractive human pet. 
Koa also has a problem. A Netherworld serial killer, with a taste for little girls, threatens everything Koa has worked hard to protect. Not even Koa's boss, Halston can stop him. But he knows one prisoner that can. Too bad that prison is in the Netherworld. 
Is Koa ready to journey to the Netherworld to release the one creature that can break her mother's curse and protect all that she holds dear? 

Available on Amazon with bonus material!

Editorial Reviews: 
“The Chronicles of Koa is a wonderful story full of likeable characters, a clear world, and a fun mission.” Kirstin L. Pulioff, author of The Escape of Princess Madeline 
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“It has a fantastic story, twists and turns throughout, and some mysteries you won't see coming. I'm looking forward to reading more of her books as she writes them. The Chronicles of Koa #2 will certainly be a day one purchase for me!” 
Thomas Ray Manning, author of Energize (From the Logs of Daniel Quinn) 
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“The ending had me on edge. I have to say I have not read a vampire novel like this one before.” 
Glenna Maynard, author of Beautiful Strangers 
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“The author has created an engrossing world with vampires, angels and other mythical creatures. And not just any mythical creatures, her creations were... awesome!” 
Morgan Jane, author of the Sanguis City series 

Netherworld is on sale THIS WEEK ONLY, in celebration of K.N. Lee's book signing in Charlotte, North Carolina August 2nd from 1-3pm at The Last Word book store.

Available on Amazon Here