The long awaited second volume of Valves & Vixens, an anthology of steampunk erotica, is finally out from House of Erotica. It’s already available at Amazon.com, Amazon.UK and All Romance ebooks. Once again edited by Nicole Gestalt, this collection includes my story “CLOCKWORK TOYS”. You can read more on all of the stories here.

Here is the blurb for mine:

The maiden voyage of a luxury airship provides the time and place for lusty Vanessa to get to know the secretive inventor who designed it. He is hot and she wants a lot more than his autograph. And while that’s her goal, he isn’t the only desirable conquest from among the people on board. The passengers are a wild group pushing the boundaries of convention just as the airship pushed the technological envelope

coverOne of the current vogues in erotica and romance is billionaires. Another author I’ve worked with, Nicola Nichols, has launched a three part series about a woman’s search for her own billionaire. She started with the knowledge that there are now over 1000 billionaires in the world, and combined that with the theory of six degrees of separation, the 1929 theory that only five people separate us from any other person on the planet. So how hard can the search be?

Sandy, the main character, quickly learns that although the search might not be that hard, a lot of hard cock and tasty pussy line the path. The first story, Six Sizzling Degrees Apart,starts her on her erotic way. It’s available in KiNDLE UNLIMITED now. The second part of her story Follow the Money, will be available next week and the final episode (because that’s sort of what they are) is called Tying Up Loose Ends, and involves Sandy finding out some of the kinkier sex games rich folk enjoy.

I think you’ll love it.

Here is a little piece of the first story.

Paula obviously had an understanding, or agreement with these guys—they’d established a pattern of behavior, if nothing else. While we drank our wine, they worked as if we weren’t there, not even stealing glances in our direction. After a time they took off their shirts. I liked what I saw. Rugged was the word that came to mind in looking at these two and unless they were gay, either of them looked like he could make a girl really happy in bed. If they were, they’d make some guy really happy. Given what Paula had said, the worst case was they were bi, and I could deal with that.

They seemed to enjoy their work. Finally they seemed to be done. They carefully, and methodically, put away the tools and rolled up the hoses. I wondered if they did that to please her sense of order. Then they came over to the table. George stood partly behind Tom. “We finished.”

She nodded. “Good work. It looks lovely.”

Tom walked behind her chair. She turned her head to look at him, but he grabbed her head and turned it back. “Keep looking that way, Paula.” I looked at him quizzically but he just tipped his head and smiled. It was a pleasant smile, but there was something in his blue eyes that made me shiver. He placed the tip his finger at the base of Paula’s skull. She bent her head forward and he ran his finger down her spine to the point where he touched her dress. He hooked the dress with his finger. “Put your hands flat on the table, Paula.” When she did, he began to tug at her dress, pulling it down. She’d pulled the material over her shoulder to cover her breast and tucked it into the waist. His motion pulled it out of the waist an up again, exposing one soft, pale breast. “That’s real pretty Paula. Now I want you to correct an oversight. When we got here, you never introduced us properly, did you?”

“No.” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. A flush of arousal was coloring her neck. “I was rude.”

“You were a bitch.”

“I was a bitch.”

Both men looked at me. “Who is your friend?”


“Tell Sandy who we are.”

I could feel her tremble, whether from anticipation or arousal or something else, I didn’t know. Paula continued to surprise me. “You are my masters,” she said.

Tom reached over and grabbed a handful of my hair and turned my head so that I was looking into his eyes. “Did you bring Sandy for our pleasure?”


“How about it Sandy? Are you going to be a bitch or a good girl?”

“A good girl.”

His blue eyes sparkled. “Very good. Well, Paula, once in a while you remember how to be a good cunt.” Still holding me by the hair, he moved between our chairs. He brought his face close to mine.

“Sandy, since we are going to fuck you, I think you should see my cock, don’t you?”


He grabbed my hand and put it on his fly, rested it on the bulge of his cock. “Then take it out.” His crotch was level with my face as I unzipped his shorts.

The romance and erotica world stays in constant flux and one big reason is the unreliable wielding of power that Amazon exerts over our lives. Unable or unwilling to establish clear guidelines for authors to follow in writing blurbs, making covers and even content of their books. A book that has been fine for years suddenly gets banned, blocked or adult filtered. A book that has been doing well gets updated, and suddenly it isn’t something Amazon wants to promote.


None of this is new, but it is increasingly creating havoc. On private forums, writers rant and rage because books that are clearly raunchier than their own are published with no problem while theirs are blocked. They agonize over whether a particular book will be blocked or banned due to something being over the line, even though no one knows what the line is. A rather innocuous cover photo that some employee decides is too erotic (on an erotic book no less) gets it tossed into the dungeon. Romance is held to a higher (more prudish) standard than mainstream fiction, and erotica is (erratically) even worse.

That doesn’t mean you won’t find sleazy books that are touted for their sexual content, because enforcement is haphazard. But it does mean that writers who need their Amazon income find themselves soft pedaling sexual content, both in blurbs and in cover design. That makes it harder for readers to find what they (obviously) want. Being adult filtered means that the book doesn’t come up in the search engine, which is why writers call it “the adult dungeon”. I have a number of books there and they don’t sell. That’s just the way it is.

The problem is that for most writers Amazon is their major source of income, and Amazon refuses to publish guidelines about what can and cannot be published outside of some very basic (illegal) acts. And their reviewers don’t all use the same guidelines. Often judgements are reversed. But the real problem is that if a writer asks why something was blocked or filtered, the canned email says that the cover or content doesn’t meet their guidelines.

What guidelines you might ask? Is the problem the cover or blurb? They won’t say. Maybe you suspect they object to a bit of bare breast, but how much bare breast is too much? They won’t say. Like some art buyers, they know filth when they see it. But, to say it like it is, they also sell filth. They make a lot of money from it. And sex toys are not filtered. Go figure.

Of course, Amazon is free to do business how they wish and with whom they wish. I don’t think anyone with any sense would like that changed. But their haphazard and vague approach still packs the might of Thor’s hammer and that makes life difficult for the writers, sometimes tragically so. It hurts to try hard to play by the rules while knowing that there are lot of rules you aren’t being told and that violating those can ruin your career.

Of course the situation is unsustainable. Unless Amazon takes a look at the situation and does something. I could be as simple as letting authors package their books as they know readers like them and then simply putting all adult content in “over 18” listings (Smashwords does this, to their credit). We live in an era of change and unless Amazon does something proactive, sooner or later this will come crashing down. Either Amazon will accept that this is a profitable market and find a way to serve it and help authors reach their audiences, or (either by design or through neglect) someone else will find a good way to market it.

I do hope Amazon takes this on soon. They have done so much good for ebook publishing. This issue shouldn’t be left hanging in the breeze.

Valves & Vixens 2

Volume 2 of the Valves & Vixens steampunk erotica anthology will be coming out from House of Erotica soon and will include my story CLOCKWORK TOYS.  Nicole Gestalt, the editor got so many hot stories in response to her call for the anthology that she had to make a second book. While you wait for it to appear, remember that Volume 1 is already available and includes on my story ON GOSSAMER WINGS.

Voices of Erotica

I’m excited that two more of my titles, quite different stories, are now available.

Erratic Erotica is a collection, containing a short story, erotic poetry, a story that becomes a play and then a story again, and lots of interesting takes on what I consider erotic. It’s 45 minutes of fun and only $3.46. Lynn Summers does a great job of bringing the words to life. Enjoy. By the way, the girl in the photo is staring out the door of a Cambodian stilt home, which has nothing whatsoever to do with the story. I just love the tropics.

Speaking of the tropics, the other story is an erotic tale of Caribbean sailing, the first in my FANTASY CHARTERS series of four stories. Sailing on a Lusty Breeze is permafree as an ebook and $6.08 if you want to hear the 1-1/2 hour reading by Scott Garrett. The story is told from the point of view of the male main character and Scott lets you taste the salt air. An avid sailor myself, I love writing stories that take place on the water.

The View

What we think of things often depends on how we view them.

Our view filters things, changes their meaning, or at least colors our interpretation of things. So perspective should never be underestimated. When it comes to sex and passion, there are many ways to see things. That is the premise of my story THE VIEW FROM A DARKENED ROOM, which is now available as an audiobook from Amazon. Narrated by Victoria Hawke, this is the story of a young woman who has her life turned upside down and runs away from the reminders of failure, seeking a secluded place to find herself. The place she finds turns out to provide the start of an erotic adventure.

 And of course this is also available as an ebook from most retailers.

Here is a short excerpt.

Kate found her suitcase lying on the bed. She opened it, thinking that maybe unpacking would help her get relaxed. The small closet and dresser provided plenty of space for the little she had brought. The bathroom was tiny, and she sighed when she saw there was no tub. So much for the idea of spending relaxing hours in the tub with a good book. A lot of good it did that she had remembered to bring bubble bath and a number of good books with her; the dream had to adapt to the place.

She noted a sign on the wall titled Guest Services. A quick look told her that someone named Betty drove to town on Wednesday mornings. For a small fee, she would pick up groceries or things needed from the store, and take in and pick up laundry. That was helpful. She wouldn’t need to go into town unless she wanted to.

Besides her clothing, she had brought a few other necessities. She found her box sitting on the counter of the tiny kitchen. She opened it and took out a coffee press, kettle, ground coffee, three bottles of wine, corkscrew and some cheese and crackers. Enough, she thought, to avoid the necessity of going out to eat the first night. With luck, she’d find a deli in town and be able to stock up on some other food and hunker down in her little mansion on Helen’s Hill.

She opened a bottle of red wine and poured a big glass. “The first course of my nutritious meal,” she laughed and took a close look at the place that would be home for month. The front porch occupied a corner of the house, with the bedroom taking the rest of the space in the front. The bedroom had two windows. One looked out to where her dusty car sat in the afternoon sun; the other opened onto the passage between houses. A shuttered window faced it on the other side. Kate smiled.

The front door opened from the porch into tiny living room and the bathroom and kitchenette were opposite it. The living room had one window. Like the one in the bedroom, it faced a shuttered window on the shack across. If the shacks were similar in layout, she decided that her bedroom window would face a living room window on Helen’s shack, and her living room would have a view of the neighbor’s bedroom window. She thought of Helen’s comment about the view. It didn’t seem like much.

The back of the living room had two back doors. “Curious,” she muttered. Sipping her wine, she opened the one on her left. This was the one she and Helen had used coming in from the public space. At the bottom of the stairs were some of the lounge chairs she had seen earlier. Across the way, a dark-haired young woman with short hair sat reading a book. She wore a skimpy bikini had her chair situated in a sunny spot.

Kate went back inside and tried the other door. “What’s behind door number two?” she murmured, and found that it led inside a darkened room.

It would have been pitch black inside except that some of the wall wasn’t solid, but a lattice of wood that let in light. The dim light showed a bare room. Looking out through the lattice, she had a clear view of the woman sunning herself, but the contrast between the glare outside and the darkness of the room meant that she was invisible. The room sat slightly above the level of the patio so that she looked down at the woman on the patio, who was chatting with her neighbor Carl who had stopped by her chair. When she looked straight across to her right, she had a clear view of the back porch of Helen’s house. This room had probably once been a porch too, but someone had enclosed it with the lattice.

Kate liked the feeling of standing there in the shadows. She could watch people and not be seen; that seemed right for now. While she wanted involvement with other humans, she wasn’t ready to expose herself to them. This situation, she decided, could be fun.

On September 5th Totally Bound is releasing my erotic historical Western short story (15,000 words) called The Waystation. (It’s actually available for early download now!). The story involves a menage and I was invited to contribute a piece to Lucy Walton’s column at Female First on the subject of escaping into erotic fantasies. What writer of erotica could resist the chance to explore that idea in print, especially for a website that covers such a broad range of subjects of interest to women?

Writing an analytic piece not only provided new and interesting challenges, but made me stop and think about what I am doing as a writer and why I’m doing it. It’s good to take a pause like that once in a while–take a breath, think and see where it is all going. In this case, it was fun and enlightening to rethink what it means to create an erotic fantasy and to examine the role these fantasies play.

The article is live now, and I hope you’ll pop over there and take a look. 


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