Won't ever be seeing this again

Thank you, Bookstrand. I'm sure never gonna be seeing this again.

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Now Bookstrand has completely BANNED me.

Sheeesh. They banned all of us.

But you can still get my stuff from Amazon, All Romance Ebooks (except for those with abuse themes like 'Prince Miro's Final Confrontation, a story that has been a bestseller on ARE), Smashwords, Nook, Apple and Sony.

Why, why, why, why? I complied with everything they asked me to do. I did nothing wrong!

Why I'm banned

OK. Some of my stuff is no longer available on All Romance Ebooks and Bookstrand. I'll tell you why.

ARE wrote me an email a couple of days back, saying some 'people' have been complaining about my Naughty Nymphomaniac series, and the fact that the 18-year-old protagonist is barely legal. OK, she was 17 before, but because Amazon protested by blocking the book, I had to make her 18.

Yes, she has sex in high school. Yes, she has sex with her principal.

That offends some people mightily, and that's why ARE had to pull the ENTIRE SERIES out.

Then 2 days later, ARE started banning plenty of books about pseudo-incest and other stuff.

2 days ago, I also got a message from Bookstrand. It seems Paypal froze their account because they were publishing pseudo-incest and barely legal and rape stuff. So they asked us to voluntarily pull our books with such content from their site.

As a result, I pulled my NAUGHTY NYMPHOMANIAC series as well as the majority of of ROYAL CAPTIVE series, because face it or not, that is a story about a sex slave and yes, it contains plenty of rape and forced consent. I would say more forced consent and dubious consent.

So there you go, in a nutshell, as to why I have been banned.

The banned books are still all available on Amazon and Smashwords and Nook and Apple. Thank goodness.

BANNED!

Great, the entire NAUGHTY NYMPHOMANIAC SERIES has been banned on All Romance Ebooks.

Sigh.

Open Your Legs for My Family

THE BESTSELLING ‘INITIATION’ SERIES CONTINUES!

Shy freshman Gina Wesley is desperately in love with her new boyfriend, the gorgeous Max Devlin. She’s both elated and scared when he takes her home to meet his super-rich family.

Max’s sister hates her on sight, but his strikingly handsome twin brothers think Gina has a lot to offer. They invite her to a beach barbecue that involves a whole lot of creative swimwear, public exhibition and juicy meat sausages of a different variety.

Has Gina bitten off more than she can chew?

This 12,300 word BDSM novelette is Volume 1 of the ‘Initiation 2’ series.


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He makes me face the mirror in the dresser. I’m naked, with just the loop end of the silken thread peeping from my pussy. My eyes are wide in my innocent-looking face and I realize how young I seem. My breasts are high in my chest. My nipples are large and red. My pussy is shaven clean and devoid of pubic hair bristles, the way Max likes it.

“You’re so beautiful, babe,” Max says, nuzzling my neck. His hands grope my tits. In the mirror, he’s a blond Adonis, more splendid than anything I have ever seen.

He helps me put on my beachwear. It’s a yellow sling bikini. The significance of that color is not lost on me. The sling is looped behind my neck, and the two slender ribbons of material are strung tightly down my torso, revealing three quarters of my areolas. My erect nipples strain prominently against the synthetic fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination. My red areolas flower around their barely-there casings.

Further downward, the yellow ribbons taper to a narrow common point which shields only the bottom half of my clitoris. The top halves of my clit and pussy lips are bared in pretty much the way a chest cleavage is revealed. Behind, the ribbons gather in a string that buries itself snugly in between my jostling buttock cheeks. This is connected to a horizontal string that straddles my hips.

When the entire ensemble is complete, the crotch of Max’s jeans is tented. His hand fumbles at his zipper. With the Ben Wa balls squishing in my pussy juices and my own stark image in the mirror, I’m pretty stimulated myself.

“Oh Max, please fuck me,” I plead, leaning against the mirror,

He presses his mouth to mine. A long-drawn, intimate, tongue-filled kiss.

“Later,” he says in a throaty voice. He grabs my arm. “Come on. Let’s go down to the beach.”

I hesitate. “Wait. You mean you want me to go down to meet your family . . . wearing this?”

I had thought this outfit was for our private sexual play in the bedroom.

His expression is stoic, although the corners of his mouth threaten to curl. “Yes.”

“Won’t they be . . . shocked?” I can already picture the stoniness on Alice’s perfect features.

The blood is rushing to my cheeks.

“Of course they would. That’s exactly the effect we’re aiming for.”

His hand squeezes my right buttock. “Come on, Gina. It’ll be fun, I promise you. You’re going to love every minute of it.”

Gang Banged by the Chain Gang

18-year-old Mika Jamison is in serious trouble. Her orphanage mistress has found out what she has done and throws her out into the streets. Mika goes to the only foster parents who will take her - deep in corn country where there is scarcely a soul around.

When a prison chain gang comes around to dig the trenches, the horny Mika hatches a devious plan - involving a sponge, a bucket and a hose - to get the able-bodied and very attractive men to fuck her. She has her eye especially on the towering Sully, a black prisoner with the largest cock she has ever seen.

But things take an unexpected turn - something even Mika can't predict.

This novelette (13,400 words) is Volume THREE of the NAUGHTY NYMPHOMANIAC series.

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I guess I didn't know what I was getting into.

No, I mean I really didn't, and what ultimately happened thereafter is not what you think either.

We are in the barn. Like I said, I know the Cantwells are going to be away practically the whole day. Karen's psychiatrist apparently doesn't keep to his appointment times, and there's a long wait even if you get there before your appointment time. Sucks for Karen and Bert. Good for me.

This is the scenario.

The guards have decided that the prisoners are too dangerous to let loose, even when they are standing watch over them with cocked rifles. So there will be some compromises.

The whole barn atmosphere reeks of forbidden danger and tenseness, or maybe it's just the brittle iron smell of old farm machinery.

The barn has a high vaulted ceiling with plenty of loft space. There are no bales of hay, seeing as we have no livestock. The wooden floor is old and planked. There's a musty tarpaulin stacked away in a corner, and I drag this out and unroll it on the floor.

The prisoners all look as if parole and Thanksgiving and Christmas all bunched up into one has arrived early for them in a veritable goodie bag. They are all grinning from ear to ear as they shrug off their orange jumpsuits and tear off their briefs. Toned and scorching hot bodies are revealed one by one, and those who are already in their boxers strip those off as well.

Ten rock hard cocks of varying sizes all spring to attention.

I have my eye on several. Big Black's cock is a cannon. I swear it's the largest and longest cock I have ever laid eyes on. It rises from his tuft of black wiry hair like a monolith. Its smooth mushroom head is surprisingly circumcised. His shaft is as sweetly chocolate-colored as the rest of his powerfully muscled skin.

Oh my.

Albino's schlong is thinner, but it spans a good eight inches long. In fact, I haven't seen a cock amongst the bunch that I don't like.
My clothes are literally screaming to fall off me. I undress quickly, peeling off my wet blouse and skirt. As I busy myself, two of the guards put the wrist shackles back on the prisoners. That's the deal, you see. They get me, but only if they are nicely bound in irons. For my safety as much as the guards'.

I unhook my bra from behind and my breasts pop out in all their naked and lush glory. I swear I can see the drool spilling out of the men's mouths. I strip off my thong. There, I'm naked now but for my high heels, and these I will keep.

I wonder if someone will offer to cuff me. Since my stint in the jail cell, I've developed nightly fantasies of being handcuffed to the bars and taken from behind.

You can light the air with a match from the scorching gazes that my naked body has generated. The prisoners look hungry enough to run to me, club me over the head, caveman-style, and take me then and there.

But the guards have other plans.