Saturday, March 12, 2016

NEW BOOK! Victorian Restraint 3: Corset (BBW, Victorian M/F Erotica)


The rich and powerful Lord Blackmore has found what he's looking for in the curvaceous working girl Sara Liddle. Thrown out of her Victorian London flat she needs a gentleman's assistance but Lord Blackmore's help comes with a price-- a price she's more than willing to pay especially if there are beautiful tight corsets involved. Sara finds herself strictly bound to this masterful man who will discipline her wanton ways with loving care.

This 10,000 word EROTIC short story features tight corsets, masterful discipline by an alpha wealthy aristocrat and of course, Victorian Restraint.

Friday, November 15, 2013



Partners in bed and crime, James Wheeler and Robert Dunham are desperate for their next jewel haul. The perfect opportunity presents itself except for one thing, Mr. Dunham must become a "Ms", dressing in the clothes of the day, from stockings to corsets and high heels, much to Wheeler's lusty delight. Will he get away with the ultimate disguise? Or will the daring duo get caught ...

This 11,000 + word m/m erotic romance contains cross-dressing, corset and stocking worship and Victorian era hijinx.


The corset was tight, molding him into an hourglass figure with a tiny waist, pushing up just enough to give structure to his false bosom. I examined the layers of hooks and stays, amazed and enthralled, wondering how he could have learned such a mysterious feminine art, the disgraceful part of me hoping that he did just for the forbidden pleasure of it. With shaking hands, I fingered the rich material as he sat there in a graceful pose, the long blonde wig and cosmetics creating a most alluring illusion. He wore silk stockings, attached to the corset with small buttons. As for underwear he had donned a scandalous pair of women’s panties in bright crimson silk ...

Friday, November 1, 2013

Smashwords: New Smashwords Survey Helps Authors Sell More eBoo...

Smashwords: New Smashwords Survey Helps Authors Sell More eBoo...:

Last year at the 2012 RT Booklovers in Chicago, I released a first-of-its-kind study that analyzed indie ebook sales data.

Brilliant.  Check it out!

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

NEW BOOK: Victorian Restraint 2: Sapphic Shackles

Eighteen-year-old Daisy Ivers is a new student at Mistress Wicket's Finishing School for Young Ladies, where the harshest discipline is taught to nubile girls via the strictest and most inventive methods. With the luscious Molly Jones and a bevy of gorgeous students by her side, will Daisy learn her lessons or have to be taught personally by her cruel Mistress again ... and again ... and again 

Extended description

This 5,400+ word erotic story is for mature readers only and features F/f BDSM in a group Victorian era setting. Part of the Victorian Restraint series.


Molly laughed sweetly. "Don't worry, you can call me Molly. We all go by first names here, except when Mistress is about. You simply do what she tells you to." Molly linked her arm through Daisy's and walked her to the grand entrance to the hall. "And then," she whispered." You'd better do everything Mistress says. But you'll learn that soon enough, I’m sure."

Daisy couldn't help but wonder what Molly meant, but she was already inside the door. Here the other young ladies of the academy were waiting in two rows of three, each giving her a little friendly nod as she walked inside. With a lump in her throat, Daisy nodded back.

They seemed friendly enough and all was well until she came to the end of the row, where Mistress Wicket was waiting for her.

Daisy gasped at the sight of the academy's headmistress. Mistress Wicket was tall and whippet slim in head-to-toe black, her aristocratic features very beautiful, but very cold. Her hair was jet black as was the riding crop she held in her delicate hand, her long, lovely fingers wrapped tightly around its sturdy handle.

She tapped the crop against her palm as Daisy walked up to her on trembling legs. "How do you do, Miss Wicket? My name is Daisy."

#ebook, #erotica, #lesbian, #orgy, #femdom, #bondage, #bdsm, #Victorian BDSM, #historical erotica, 

Monday, October 21, 2013

Kobogeddon: Winning A Pointless Battle and Losing the War

As many of you know, the online book retailer Kobo, due to some offensive content in a small percentage of their self-published ebook catalog that dripped over into one of their stodgy (and frankly, half-dead distributors, WHSmith) decided to throw the baby out with the bath water and dump every single self-published ebook in their catalog regardless of content until further notice.

Wow.  Overreact much, Kobo?

Now while this is really inconvenient and upsetting to authors who post to Kobo (and even worse, those who have good sales there, although that is a small, select group as most authors I know haven't sold a blessed thing at Kobo, ever) this is a much, much worse thing for Kobo itself.

First of all, self-published works fuel up to 30% of ebook sales.  That's a full ONE-THIRD of their business. In this day and age of blindingly fast entertainment, where the written word in book form seems almost quaint and obsolete, this is an astonishing number, especially considering the stranglehold the Big Publishing Houses have held over the general market for the past 150 years where they got away with making all book retailers dance to their tune, or else.

Secondly, self-publishing is a constant and nearly inexhaustible stream of potentially profitable content, which is equal to projected revenue, the kind that makes stock prices go up.  No longer are online retailers beholden to the Big Publishers for their favors, price fixing, marketing demands ... as long as those 'freebies' (which are exactly what self-published book are to retailers, market ready works they don't even have to prove their bonafides to get ) keep coming, they are golden.

To a store owner, getting quality product you can sell on consignment without any risk to you is like winning the lottery. Yes, we can argue about quality, but I maintain that the ratio of good reads to crap in self-publishing is roughly on par with Big Boys books, maybe slightly less polished, but not always. I should never see a typo in a Big Pub book considering the armies of editors they hire but they are there a' plenty along with a host of other issues.

In fact, self-publishing is such a big potential -- and actual -- money maker, the online retailers have fallen over themselves to encourage you to write and give them product to sell. (Barnes and Noble even has a text box where you can write your masterpiece and post it, theoretically, all in one day.) All it costs them is a little bandwidth and if you don't sell, they don't lose a cent.

But if your self-published works do sell and sell well? Oh boy, it's like chocolate cake and diamond necklace rain to an online retailer, my friends.

Even back in the day, Kobo wanted your self-pubb'd content and wanted it badly.  They didn't have silly things like adult filters that you could toggle on and off (like Smashwords has had since, oh I dunno, 2009?) nor did they care if you posted wild sexy dirties of forbidden nature on their site.  Heck, they even had a 'Taboo' category for which I'll assume wasn't meant just for books about cannibals.

Kobo wanted your so-called filth, they craved your filth and yet, when they got caught by a couple of bored losers who needed content for their own online rag  and Twitter and decided to trumpet Kobo as a filth merchant -- ignoring the huge percentage of non-erotic self-pubbers that used the site -- Kobo's management panicked like a twelve year old caught with a copy of "Double D Boobfest" under their bed. Instead of just chucking the magazine away and saying, oops, yeah that's a little over the top, sorry we'll delete that one ...

They burnt down the entire house instead.  Nice one, Kobo.

So a lot of authors got temporarily hosed and got their freedom of expression kicked in the blurb. And yeah, that sucks.

But think about it. It might be a temporary and annoying setback for authors, but what happens to Kobo after this debacle?  Self-publishers have long memories and hold even longer grudges.  Why on earth would they now trust a company that uses a scorched earth policy on their hard work at the slightest hint of criticism, even criticisms that don't apply to their genres?  Why would writers give free and very profitable content to such a company, a place that's proved itself untrustworthy, disloyal to their partners and willing only to be a distributor when the cashing in is convenient and non-problematic?

Why should we ever trust Kobo again?  We don't need to, there are plenty of other online retailers who'd love our work, erotica and all, to sell.  What makes Kobo standout as an ebook retailer anymore, except for the fact that they'll throw you and everything you love under the bus at the slightest provocation.

Giving Kobo your future content, even if it doesn't sell, is like handing them a marketing bullet point they don't deserve.  They need us a lot more than we need them and making them painfully aware of this fact will  be a priority for me, and probably for a lot of other authors from this day forward.

Kobo may have won the battle against the content they once loved and wanted, but standing among the ashes of their self-publishing catalog is going to be the most hollow victory they've ever known.  Guaranteed.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Victorian Restraint: Innocence Bound NOW UP FOR SALE!

My latest book is up on [Amazon] & [Smashwords]

Curvy Charlotte Havenworth never thought she'd be married, let alone wooed and proposed to by the handsome and fabulously rich Lord Meath. She accepts his offer of marriage along with his warning that he is a man of 'strange habits and peculiarities' ... all of which she'll discover on her wedding night. This 5,000+ word story features a curvaceous and chaste bride learning loving restraint.

A BBW Victorian virgin bondage and spanking story.


Of all the times Charlotte, now Lady Meath, had imagined her wedding night, it had never been like this.

Bound to her new lord's huge bed, her arms stretched above her head and tied with soft rope to each bedpost, the same as her legs, spread wide, attached at the ankles to the unyielding brass. Her mouth was cleaved with a thick bit of white silk, now soaked with her spittle and her large breasts heaved beneath the restraint of a tight satin corset she wore at her Lord's request.

The room was silent and lit only with candles. A dim golden glow flickered throughout the sumptuous room, soft with down and silks and bright with gold brocade, the finest red velvet resplendent everywhere. Charlotte's eyes had to adjust to take in everything, even as she struggled to 'lie still like a good girl' as her new husband had asked.

ENJOY and let me know what you thought!

Monday, October 14, 2013

Who Else Works on Covers When They Should be Writing?

I work on covers when I should be writing. This story is almost done, thank goodness. #erotica #bookcover, #writing,