Hit 100,000 sales!

Hit 100,000 sales yesterday! Thank you, dear readers!

Sex Slave to the Dictator

For those who have been asking me when Gina's continuing story is coming out, here it is! I'm going to put all that unpleasantness with Barnes and Noble aside and concentrate on writing more.

Pretty college student Gina Wesley has been purchased as a sex slave by Vladimir Potchenko, dictator of a small Eastern European nation. She is told of his cruelty, his torture and annihilation of political prisoners, and she is rightfully terrified.

Together with her boyfriend, Max, and a fellow sex slave who secretly loves her, Greg, she must journey to the dictator's nation in his private jet. But she is not prepared for the terrible and salacious things he asks of her and their dire psychological ramifications.

This 11000 word BDSM novelette is the first volume of 'The Initiation 3' series. 'The Initiation 1' and 'The Initiation 2' have been in the Amazon US Top 2 Erotica and Top 30 Romance bestseller charts. The series has sold well over 60,000 copies.


Excerpt:

Potchenko reaches for my pussy. I stand very still - my heart beating fast - as he wrests my outer labia from my clit, peeling them off as if they are pomegranate slices. My poor throbbing clit - so sensitized, so vulnerable - is revealed like a gold nugget in its sea of cocooned flesh.

What does he think of me when he looks at me? I am arrested by his obsidian eyes. I am drowning in them even though his gaze is focused on my pussy.

He seizes my clit in between his index finger and thumb. My skin there is on fire, and as he applies the pressure, a deep erotic tendril shoots through my entire cunt, flushing the entire front of my body scarlet right up to my cheeks.

"Ohhhhh," I moan, unable to help myself.

His gaze darts upward to my face. "You like it, do you not?"

"Y-yes."

"You will call me Master."

"Yes, M-master." I have not called anyone by that for a long, long time. I savor the word on my tongue. It makes me feel calmer. In my place.

He squeezes my clit further, sending me into spasms. I stiffen my back. My fists are bunched. I dare not touch him or place my hands on his shoulders, as I normally would if someone is playing with my pussy. I think I can climax just by letting him compress the nerve bundles in my clit into a flattened piece of ecstatic flesh.

I whimper again, feeling embarrassed by my wanton need.

He withdraws his hand.

"You like it too much."

I nod helplessly.

"You will be punished for that."

My blood runs cold. What does he mean?

A Virgin Enslaved Evidence

I'm going to post this here as evidence just in case B and N decide to manipulate with my rankings again while I have an ongoing inquiry with them as to what happened to 'His Indecent Proposition', which was sent tumbling from No. 62 to No. 1053 overnight despite having more sales than 'A Virgin Enslaved'.

A gross injustice

I'm going to share with everyone my story because I think what has been done to me is grossly unfair, although I don't expect anyone to feel sorry for me. It has been done in the past to my author friends as well and it's still being done today.

It's done simply because I write erotic romances.

Yesterday, I had one of my books hit The Top 100 of Barnes and Noble. It is this book here, called His Indecent Proposition.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008OYM3EK

It was at No. 62 when I went to sleep.

I had another book enter into the B and N Top 100 at No. 72. It's this one here, called A Virgin Enslaved.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008L2KLY4


When I woke up, 1000 rank points has been added to His Indecent Proposition although it sold more than ever before, so it is at No. 1153. It sold certainly far more than A Virgin Enslaved, which is at No. 72. Naturally upset, I inquired with a few friends and they say it has also been done to them before because B and N doesn't like erotica on the front page.

Not only has this been done to His Indecent Proposition, but it has also been done to His Indecent Demands, its sequel, which was at No. 200 yesterday.

I think this is a gross injustice. I have been filtered by Amazon, thrown out by Bookstrand and now I'm handicapped by B and N. Like I said, I don't expect sympathy or anything. I just want to let everyone know this is still going on in today's so-called 'free' market.

Not fair!

Top 100 at Barnes and Nobles!

HIS INDECENT PROPOSITION made it to No. 64 at the overall Barnes and Nobles store today!

And 'A Virgin Enslaved' made it to No. 101 on Barnes and Noble.

Her First Clit Ring 3: Desensitization

Jenny's obsessed boyfriend, John, and his best friend, Billy, now want to take her to another level of submission. They want her to perform sexual acts with them in front of an open window where they can be viewed by all their neighbors.

Jenny is terrified, especially when John does something to drive her to the brink.

This is a psychological 9,000-word story of domination and submission.

Excerpt:

John approaches her. His face is slightly flushed and his breathing is labored. She recognizes the telltale signs of lust on his face - the flaring nostrils, the dilated pupils within his startling green irises. She shoots a concerned glance at the window. They are all extremely exposed.

Billy plops himself onto a well-worn armchair. She reckons that is his favorite armchair, from the faded seat upon which he probably grinds his backside in every day. He has the look of curious languor on his intense features, as if he's about to witness something interesting.

"Take off your clothes, Jenny," John says.

He reaches out and pulls one of her hair strands.

"You mean right here?" she says, glancing at the darkening window again.

"No. Not here." He gestures at the window. "There."

"Y-you want me to strip naked . . . over there?" The thought is alarming. How many people are in their apartments with similar windows, peering out? How much can they see?

It occurs to her that as the sky darkens and night blankets the hemisphere, the apartment dwellers outside would be able to see more and more of whatever they are revealing in here.

"What part of 'there' didn't you understand?" he growls. "Do it, Jenny. Do it because you love me."

She loves him - that much is true. But now he's asking her to go on to a whole new level.

"The more you expose yourself to total strangers," he says, his voice hoarse, "the more you get desensitized to it."

Her feet are rooted to the spot, as is her tongue. She barely has enough time to figure anything out when he grabs her arm and shepherds her firmly to the window.

"Strip, Jenny."

His Indecent Demands (Bound and Shackled to the Billionaire)

Now in an unusual sexual arrangement with her ultimate boss, Susan Chalmers is experiencing a whirlwind of sensations and emotions that she has never known before. For Channing Crawford – stunningly handsome, dominant and ruthless billionaire CEO – is anything but predictable.  

But is he also dangerous?

He takes to his forbidding mansion with its mysterious ‘dungeon’ and introduces her to the dubious delights of bondage and role play.

Then enters his twin brother, long presumed dead under strange circumstances, who immediately sees Susan as what she is – a pawn in a deadly game.

At 10,000 words, HIS INDECENT DEMANDS is the second volume in the ‘BOUND AND SHACKLED TO THE BILLIONAIRE’ BDSM erotic romance series.

She can’t take her eyes off him.

He’s every bit as handsome with those blazing blue eyes and chiseled features. The main difference is that he has longish hair that falls almost to his shoulders – unlike Channing, who sports short hair to the point of a buzz cut. He wears a five o’ clock shadow in his rugged jawline. He’s dressed in a dark shirt, over which he slings a black jacket. His jeans are also black. He resembles the night itself.

He smiles at her, and it’s dazzling.

“Interesting,” he says. He has the exact same voice as Channing.

She wonders if he is Channing himself in another guise, and he has just put on a wig in some bizarre role play which he expects her to participate in. Yes, that’s a very real possibility.

“Ch-channing?” she says.

“I can be him if you wish me to be.” He looks around the kitchen as if he’s never seen it before. “Nice place my brother has got here. He’s done very well for himself. And who are you? A lover? Certainly not a wife, I’ll bet. That was never in his spec sheet.”

A brother? An identical twin, more like. She can only stare at him as he steps out of the doorway. Her hands are still on her breasts.

He motions to her crotch.

“If you’re trying to hide yourself, you need to hide more than your upper half.”

Her distressed hands flutter to her crotch, revealing her breasts. She quickly covers her nipples again with one hand while the other stays at her pubis, which she now is certain is also exposed.

He moves closer, and she backs away. He is an unknown quantity, and everything about this situation screams wrong.

“You’re beautiful,” he remarks, his eyes admiring. “My brother always had good taste in women. Notwithstanding what he did to her.”

There’s an undercurrent here. Something is certainly not right. She retreats as he keeps on coming closer, until she bumps into the kitchen counter. She has nowhere to go.

“Please,” she says.

“Please what?”

“Please don’t . . . ”

He is two feet away from her now. She wonders if she is in any danger. The way he appraises her – like she is something to eat – is deeply unsettling. Out of the corner of her eyes, she spies the knife rack. She wonders if she should reach for it.

His nostrils flare as his pupils dilate. “I should take you right here on the table. Take you as he has taken her.”

Her heart skips several beats.

Her instincts are right. She is in danger.