Saturday, November 22, 2014

Jean Marine Stine & I: Using Social Media To Grow Your Adult Business And Build Your Client Base - The Working Smarter And Not Harder Way!

(from M.Christian's Classes And Appearances)

Okay, I know I say this a lot but this is very, very, very cool: I'm going to be joining my great pal, Jean Marie Stine, in doing a class on PR and adult business for the Center For Sex And Culture on Nov. 29th. Here's the info:


Using Social Media To Grow Your Adult Business And Build Your Client Base - The Working Smarter And Not Harder Way...

... for Retailers, Therapists, Photographers, Video Makers, Sex Workers, Writers & Others

Nov 29, 2014 2:00 PM - 4:00PM
Center for Sex and Culture
1349 Mission St,
San Francisco, CA 94103
$20

Let's face facts: the adult business world has totally, completely changed marketing and advertising tricks that used to work simply don't anymore ... which is why, more than ever, thinking outside the box is key to raising above the rest and, best of all, bring in exposure and, hopefully, sales.

Twitter? Tumblr? Facebook? While there are a lot of options, many of the techniques that a lot of gurus and experts recommend only work for those same experts and gurus ... and not for anyone else.

But in this fun and provocative lecture you'll learn to learn the differences between what other people say you should do and what actually works including when to play by the rules and when not to, how to rise above the rest, and how to manage your marketing time and dollars.

Among some of the subjects covered will be:
  • How to blog, tweet and post effectively and efficiently
  • How to handle fast media like Twitter versus slower ones like Facebook
  • When national social media is what you want and when it's something you don't need
  • The power of FREE
  • Knowing your audience ... and developing great techniques to reach them
  • Understanding the difference between likes, friends and actual sales
  • How to make your social media presence rich and interesting without taking valuable time away from your company
  • How to think innovatively about advertising, public relations, and marketing that don't involve social media or even the internet
Jean Marie Stine is the author of a number of pioneering works of erotica published in the late 1960 and early 1970s, beginning with Season of the Witch in 1968, which was filmed as the motion picture Synapse. Her erotic short stories and novelettes have been collected as "Trans-sexual: Fiction for Gender Queers." She is the Publisher of Renaissance E Books, which includes the Sizzler Editions imprint of premier and groundbreaking erotica

M.Christian is a recognized master of erotica with more than 400 stories in such anthologies as Best American Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bisexual Erotica, Best Fetish Erotica and many others. He is a sexuality and BDSM educator for venues all across the country -- and an Associate Publisher for Renaissance E Books.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Desert Snow by KC Kendricks

DESERT SNOW
Contemporary gay romance 

http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/1664-Desert-Snow.aspx

Laird Bennett accepts a friend’s invitation for a vacation with his eyes wide open. His buddy is pimping for him - in a sneaky sort of way. Why else set up his business meeting in Palm Springs the week of the annual White Party and ask Laird to go along? Laird goes with every intention of enjoying the eye candy, the weather, and behaving himself. Those plans change his first night out while waiting to cross the street and a younger man in white leather greets him.

Haydn Rinehart is at a crossroads. His pilgrimage to the White Party is to keep a promise before moving into the next phase of his life. Haydn strikes up a conversation with an attractive party-goer while waiting for a traffic light to change and invites him for a drink. When he discovers Laird is one of his favorite authors, Haydn volunteers to assist in some hands-on research in his hotel room.

After all, they are at the White Party and some fun is in order.

INTRO:

“Haydn is a good German name for a man of German descent.”

I looked at the Celtic emblem on his neck cord. It was possible he wore it not as a symbol of his heritage, but because he simply liked the design.

“Actually, Haydn could also be of Welsh origin.” I didn’t add it meant “fire” in the Welsh and suited him to a tee. One should never appear over educated to a new acquaintance.

“So are you into genealogy and stuff?” His whiskey-brown eyes held genuine interest. Darn, he had pretty eyes, so clear with a dark outer ring around the iris.

“When I was a lad, back in the hills of West Virginia, I stumbled upon an old graveyard in the woods. I restored it to get my Eagle Scout award.”

“No kidding? For real, man?”

“Yep. It led to my writing career.”

I managed to refrain from grinning at him as he blinked at me, his lips slightly parted. He jerked and gulped down a few swallows of his beer, which had unfortunate consequences. He choked. I thumped his back as he coughed.

“Sorry.” He wheezed a few times in my general direction. “I’m such an ass.”

I gave him one last pat between the shoulder blades and reached for my drink. I wanted to touch him far too badly to allow it to continue. I wasn’t here to get laid.

“You’re going to have to explain that statement. Why does choking on your beer make you an ass?”

He cleared his throat and risked a sip from the bottle. “I’ve never met a writer before. Are you here to make notes for in a book or something?

I sighed. “Haydn, the whole world is fodder for an author. Everything we see, hear and learn ends up on the page sooner or later.” I smiled at him. “I write true crime novels as a profession, and erotic gay romance as a hobby.”

Those lovely brown orbs fixed me with a ruttish stare. “Then may I volunteer my services as a research assistant for your hobby?”


EXCERPT:

Yes, it would be wonderful to spend a few hours rolling around on his sheets. He appealed to me. Haydn projected the aura of maturity a man had when he was content in his own skin.

That I recognized it surprised me, considering our short acquaintance, but I didn’t imagine it. He had it. The argument for or against taking him up on his offer was with myself.

I looked at him over the rim of my glass as I took sip. The cool liquid slid down my dry throat and delivered a nice kick as it hit bottom. His gaze flicked to my lips as I licked the tart drops.

“I wouldn’t want to come across as easy.”

His left eyebrow lifted. “Not a word I’d use to describe my take on you. I think I’ll get a few more drinks into you and see if you’re more agreeable to some fun.”

I grinned at him. “You give a guy my age too many drinks and the only fun you’ll get will be listening to him snore.”

Haydn tightened his arm around my shoulders in a quick hug. “I’ll risk it. You’re what? All the way to forty?”

“I waved goodbye to that a while back.” I took a good swallow of mojito. Damn, it was delicious, and good enough to gulp down and ask for more - but I wouldn’t. “Pray tell - how young are you?”

“No, no, no. You can’t be a day over thirty-eight. Let me see your ID.”

The idea of showing a complete stranger my driver’s license made me uneasy. I didn’t know him well enough yet to give him more than my first name and a hand job. I shook my head.

“You’ll just have to take my word for it.”

He knew he’d stepped over a line. “Sorry. No harm, no foul, Laird. If you don’t want to go to my room, we can stroll down the street to the next place.”

“I’d like that.” I tapped my glass to his bottle again and we swilled down the remainder of our drinks. He’d not answered me as to his age, so I accepted my initial impression was correct. He was a lot younger than me.

Weaving our way to the door through the crush of male bodies was an adventure. The crowd of partiers had increased and grown bolder. I finally cupped the front of my pants to keep all the smiling men from copping a feel. I noticed Haydn didn’t seem to mind the fun. He grinned and grabbed back. When we finally stepped outside, he held up a fistful of slips of paper.

“Wow. These guys are really friendly.” He paused to count his prizes. “Eleven, all with names and cell phone numbers. Some of them have hotel and room numbers, too.”

“That should keep you busy, young man.”

He shoved the slips in his left pocket. “You might think so, but I’m really not interested in a series of one-offs that I’ll have no memory of the next morning.”

I started to walk east, toward the booming bass of loud music. He fell into step beside me, our strides equal in length, his hand causally touching the small of my back. I liked the easy, controlled way he moved, and his attentiveness, but started to worry about leading him on too far.

What did I really want for the evening? To be fair to Haydn, I had to decide soon. Saying he wasn’t interested in fucking his brains out might be for my benefit. If the urge was upon him, I wouldn’t stand in his way if he wanted to go find a more willing playmate. We stopped at the tail end of a long, snaking line. Haydn tapped the guy in front of us and asked him a question while I admired the guy’s ass, which looked pretty good in white leather pants. I’d come to look at the eye candy, after all.

“What’s the deal here?”

The guy pointed at the sparkling marquee a good thirty feet away. “It’s Glimmer, man. They only allow two hundred patrons inside at a time.” He looked at me and grinned. “We can blow this honky-tonk and have a little three-way back at my hotel if you like.”

Annoyance surged through me, and crystallized how I felt about having some fun with Haydn. I gave him a nudge to move him sideways so we could bypass the line.

“Sorry, big fella. This one is all mine tonight.”

DESERT SNOW
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-368-0
Contemporary gay romance 

http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/1664-Desert-Snow.aspxhttp://www.amberquill.com/store/p/1664-Desert-Snow.aspx

KC Kendricks
website at: http://www.kckendricks.com
blog: http://www.kckendricks.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/kckendricks

Saturday, November 8, 2014

The Escort: In the Public Eye by Parker Linn

THE ESCORT: IN THE PUBLIC EYE
by Parker Linn
genre: glbt romance
information link: 

http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/1694-The-Escort-In-The-Public-Eye.aspx

As a professional escort, Ryan James’ job is to provide a service his clients, be it simply to accompany them somewhere socially or to more, intimate services. It's not always easy to keep things strictly business. Ryan has feelings, too. When he takes on aspiring politician Brock Becker as a client, the lines between business and personal soon become blurred.

EXCERPT

We stepped out into the night air and into the limo. Brock settled back in his seat and glared at me.

“Well? What did you see?”

“That woman is Eve Taylor. She looks different off the air, doesn’t she?”

His gaze locked onto mine. “Are you sure it was her?”

I nodded. “Positive. And she was interested in my employment with you. Are you out?”

He smiled, one of those confident, butter-wouldn’t-melt kind of smiles that fueled an urge to smack him. It also gave me the start of a hard-on and a delicious achy feeling in my balls.

“Out? You mean as in out for the rest of the evening?”

“No, sir. I do not.” The smile I gave him in return was as phony as a politician’s promise. “I mean o-u-t. As in out of the closet.”

He feigned surprise. “You think I’m gay?”

“You’re saying you’re not?”

He bared his teeth, then chuckled. “I’m not saying a thing.”

I relaxed into the cushiony softness of the limo’s upholstery. “Good. Then I suggest you keep it that way unless you want Ms. Taylor to start spreading her suspicions around via the airwaves and having your secret go viral.”

“You think she’d do that?”

“I’d say she’s just itching to do exactly that. All’s fair in politics and her brand of journalism.”

“Damn!” He gave a long, drawn-out sigh. “Guess this means I have to be a good boy until after the election.”

“You do if you want to win. I know times have changed and the majority of folks like to appear very broad-minded and forward-thinking. Just don’t let it fool you into being too open. If you do, at least half of them will do a complete one-eighty when they cast their vote.”

“Even though I’m always very discreet?”

“Won’t make any difference if she decides to bird-dog you. Reporters like her who go digging for dirt usually find it.”

“How about phone sex?”

If Brock had wanted to surprise me, he’d succeeded. “I suppose if that’s what you want, although you’d still need to be careful. The providers of those services promise complete privacy, but how safe are they really?

Once you place the call they have your phone number, the number you called, and a date stamp on file. And if the cops decided to check you out for whatever reason…”

“The whole world would know.” He sighed. “Don’t worry, Ryan, I realize the dangers of going that route, and lucky for me I don’t need to. I have a much better plan. One that I can guarantee will be one hundred and ten percent safe.”

“You have a friend with benefits, someone you can trust?”

“I sure do.”

The Escort: In the Public Eye
(Book 1 in the Escort series)
ISBN 13:978-1-61124-396-3
Available now at Amber Allure, an imprint of Amber Quill Press

http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/1694-The-Escort-In-The-Public-Eye.aspx

Parker Linn, author
http://parkerlinn.blogspot.com
http://twitter.com/parker_linn
Parker Linn is the writing team of KC Kendricks and Christiane France.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Now Available: A CLASS ACT by Leigh Ellwood (M/M)

A-Class-Act-200x300So here I am, minding my own business and preparing another post for the TRS release party on one of the box sets, when I get word my latest Decadent Publishing story is out a day early! Wait, what? I have to promo that also? ACK!

Seriously, I'm thrilled. I had so much fun writing A CLASS ACT and I hope if you love M/M you'll pick it up. Enjoy this preview.

Gay Erotic Romance
Class in Session, Book 2 (May be read standalone)


All Romance ~ Kindle ~ Kobo ~ NOOK ~ Decadent Publishing

Released November 7, 2014

Barry Kellam receives a mysterious invitation from 1Night Stand and can’t imagine who would arrange a night of sexual passion with him…except perhaps a former student who’s gone on to greater things.

Paul Merrill is the toast of Broadway. While the awards and fame are nice, he wants to  share his success—and his body—with the man who inspired him. But Dr. Kellam isn’t  one to date fellow faculty or alumni. Will he answer Madame Eve’s call?

Excerpt

The fleeting idea that Paul Merrill was somewhere else in Manhattan right now set a chill in his heart. Maybe some billionaire in disguise arranged this, like a super-rich parent he met at an open house who misinterpreted a handshake as a come-on. He shook away the ridiculous notion as the elevator floor vibrated. The ideas ballooned like fantastic movie plots, not unlike the one that would make Paul a household name.

At Room 2401, his hand trembled and it took three tries to get the green light. “Room” hardly described his quarters for the night. 1Night Stand appropriated them with a lavish suite with wide panel windows revealing Times Square in its explosive, mega-watt glory. The waving red lines of the story-high Coca-Cola ad mesmerized him, but only momentarily as he fought to keep his bearings. If his date was here, he was probably in another part of the suite.

The bedroom, no doubt. He swallowed back his nerves, inhaled, and stepped deeper into the living area. Large, suede sofas faced a wall-sized entertainment system. The wet bar looked better stocked than an actual restaurant. Barry’s mouth watered for a shot of vodka.

“Dr. Kellam!”

Barry’s heart jolted and his direction whipped to the left toward the approaching figure. “Paul, thank God it’s you.”

Breach of Contract by J.R. Gray (GAY BDSM)



Bound, 2
With the legal trouble behind them, Daniel Caplin and Rafael Argon are ready to settle into a low-key D/s relationship, but life is unrelenting, when blackmail shatters their illusion of happily ever after. Pictures from one of the Rafael’s public scenes instill fear into his new submissive, Daniel, acting as a wedge driving the new couple apart. 

The building peril in George’s community weighs heavy on his shoulders as he struggles to find the culprit—all while hiding his feelings for his new house guest. Jesse is torn between ending his marriage, picking up a rebound he should have left fifteen years in the past, and the dangling carrot of a possible relationship with a man. He is forced to fight for what he wants most, a leap he may be too chicken to take. 

In the sequel to Legally Bound, George battles to take down an unknown enemy, while watching helplessly as those he cares for are broken beyond repair. Can Rafael and Daniel rebuild their trust after it's broken with lies? Can George hold it together as Jesse is ripped from his life? 
Be Warned: BDSM, m/m sex, paddling, caning, cock cages, public exhibition

Excerpt:
The back elevator dinged as he approached, and the doors slid back to reveal Jesse's face. He had circles under his eyes and worry lines in his forehead. Two fingers held a garment bag over one shoulder and a duffle over his other.
“Is it still okay if I stay?” He put a smile on his lips that George knew was fake.
“But of course. Let me help you.” George approached him and tried to take the bag, but Jesse didn’t move to hand it over.
“I’ve got it.”
“Don’t be absurd. I would have a slave do it, but he’s rather tied up at the moment.”
The statement earned a chuckle out of Jesse, and he gave up the bag. Even hurt Jesse had a light in his blue eyes and his heart on his sleeve, a trait that made him wholly unique compared to the masks most wore to impress George. “I can stay on the sofa or something if the slaves use the guest rooms.”
George laughed and turned his back to stalk down the hall. When he didn’t hear Jesse following, he cast a glance over his shoulder. “Slaves in bed … how naive you really are, handsome.”
Jesse started after him, brow creased. “Where do they sleep then?” He caught up and followed George to the other side of the penthouse.
He realized Jesse was serious, and he laughed throatily again. “I have cages for them.” 

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

The Wolves of New Haven are back...



Wolves of New Haven, 4
After his mate died from cancer, Pat Bolton closed his heart to love. Despite the support of his pack, Pat wants to follow his mate into death…until he meets Jules Gutierrez. Enigmatic, gorgeous and funny, Jules embodies everything Pat wants in a new mate. Unfortunately, Pat suspects Jules isn’t straight or a werewolf. 

Behind his easygoing mask, Jules is a lone werewolf driven by revenge. Hot on the trail of a killer who brutally murdered his mate years ago, Jules has no time for distractions. 

Werewolves mate for life. When their mates die, they soon follow, so Jules doesn’t understand why both he and his beast are inexplicably drawn to Pat. Grief brought them together, but with a dangerous killer on the loose, will they be able to reconcile their differences and let go of old ghosts in order to move forward? 
Be Warned: m/m sex

Excerpt:
“Jules,” Pat murmured, suddenly unhappy to be caught gorging on a couple of bacon sundaes.
“I’m glad you remember me.” Jules grinned.
The grin sat well on his face despite the stubble there. It also sat well with the small and sexy scar near his left jawline. Pat had spent a good number of hours imagining how he’d use his tongue to trace that little scar. Imagining what Jules’s skin would taste like.
Sometimes, when he was alone in his bed, he’d imagine it was Jules’s body pressed against him, Jules’s stubble tickling against his skin as the other man teased and tormented him with his talented mouth and tongue. It was Jules he thought about, not his dead mate. Guilt would then worm its way into Pat’s heart and unexpected grief would fill him. Then the uncontrollable sobbing would start. After that, the miserable shakes. As if Desmond was punishing him for thinking about other men.
Desmond’s dead. Pat hastily shoved the grief that threatened to bury him back into the past. He cleared his throat.
“You’re not hard to forget,” Pat said drily, and noticed with interest that Jules was also holding a cup. A bacon sundae.
Noticing where his eyes went, Jules laughed. “Guilty as charged, man. These things are damnably addictive aren’t they?”
“Yeah they are. You missed the meeting, too?” Pat asked.
“Sometimes it’s fine playing hooky once in a while, yeah?” Jules winked at him like they were conspirators. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. They never fail to inspire, but sometimes the same old thing gets stale. Although for you, you’ve only attended like what, two meetings?”
“Three actually. I didn’t miss the meeting on purpose,” Pat immediately said defensively. How did Jules know he only attended a few meetings? “Today was…special. Besides, you can afford to skip a meeting or two. The way your body’s shaping up, you can afford it, but it still doesn’t give you the right to judge others.”
“Whoa. I have to stop you there, Pat. I wasn’t making judgements. I’m sorry if you misunderstood that.” At his silence, Jules continued. “You think I’m shaping up nicely, then?”
Jules glanced down at his body. He shrugged and Pat wasn’t surprised by his nonchalance. Jules looked like the kind of man who never took anything too seriously.
“Certainly seems like you want what you see.”
“Dream on.” Even though Pat said those words, he still felt his cheeks turn pink.
He was in fact, eyeing Jules’s body beneath his faded leather jacket. It wasn’t there yet, but Pat could imagine what it would look like with firm and well-toned muscles. What would it feel like to run his hands over his chest and the taut muscles of his stomach and abdomen? Would Jules’s eyes darken with desire? Would his pulse speed up at the mere contact of Pat’s touch?

Monday, November 3, 2014

Love in Dark Settings Press: November 2014 e-books, free fiction, bestsellers, honors, and news

Historical speculative fiction and suspenseful lgbtq novels. All e-books are DRM-free; new e-books and reissues are multiformat.
 

NEW E-BOOK: Tour (Life Prison)

Tour

"'How have any folk here managed to survive so long? These are killing conditions!'"

He has taken his first step to being accepted by the other prisoners. But what is the secret of the missing prisoners?

As Tyrrell is granted a tour of Compassion Life Prison, he realizes that the truth about his new home is both more horrific and more wonderful than he could possibly have imagined. An intricate network of protection, service, and love is enabling the prisoners to battle against harsh living conditions. As Tyrrell begins to penetrate the mystery of a massive affliction of pain and death within the prison, the question arises: Who is to blame for the suffering? And how can they be stopped?

This suspenseful novel can be read on its own or as the second story in the "Hell's Messenger" volume of Life Prison. Friendship, desire between men, and the costs of corruption and integrity are examined in this multicultural speculative fiction series, which is inspired by prison life at the end of the nineteenth century.

Available as a multiformat e-book (epub, html, mobi/Kindle, pdf, doc): Tour.

Tags: crime fiction, friendship, comradeship, romance subplot, bisexual and gay characters, couples and poly, multicultural characters, prisoners, guards, wardens, rebels, spies, servants, slaves.


Excerpt

The "lads," the prisoners who were required to offer their service, fell silent. There were about two dozen of them – just enough to make a tight line across the length of the wide gate. Tyrrell moved closer into his corner, until all the lads merged in his sight, and then he peered cautiously around the corner toward the guards.

Pugh spoke briskly. "Medinger?" He looked up at the balcony, where Medinger had just walked into view.

"Pass," replied the guard, leaning onto the balcony railing.

There was light laughter from the other guards. One of them said, "And you'll keep passing till the magisterial seats send us female prisoners."

"I know that you're not interested in claiming a lad," Pugh said in an annoyed voice. "You're not eligible, anyway. I'm asking about Keeper. It's his turn."

Medinger shook his head. "Our Keeper is passing as well. He's already left for town – didn't you hear the riot doors ring the alarm half an hour ago? He left when I came in from the auxiliary wing."

"What in Hell's name is wrong with Tom Keeper?" asked one of the guards, to nobody in particular. "Is he planning to act like a lovelorn man for the rest of his life?"

"He'll recover," said Pugh. "Whose turn is it next?"

"Yours, as you very well know," said Landry. "I don't think you've forgotten that you're second in rank here."

"Maybe we should wait until the night watch arrives," suggested another guard.

"They're not eligible to claim," said someone else. "They're on duty during claiming hours."

"Yes, but they always seem to arrive for duty at the same moment that the lad is brought out for his claiming. If we waited till they entered the outbuildings, then we wouldn't have the riot doors screeching just when the taking starts. The first few minutes are always the best."

"If you think I'm going to take a lad in front of you lot, you're mad," rejoined Pugh. "I don't put on performances. Medinger, is the claiming room clean? It was a pigsty the last time I used it."

"Bed-sheets were changed today," said Medinger, his voice clipped short. "New toiletries as well. And Keeper told me to remind everyone that this prison's regulations require the use of a sheath whenever there is penetration—"

The rest of what he said was lost in loud laughter that came from the other guards. His voice rising above the others, Landry said, "Fifteen drilling years he's been going on about that. It's like living with a schoolmarm."

"Oh?" said Medinger. "Well, you're welcome to drill naked if you like, Landry. What's the name of that lad whom Chambers gave the Damnation to, a few weeks before Chambers died?"

The laughter cut off abruptly. Starke, who had lit another cigarette, smiled as he said, "Medinger, you're wasted as Keeper's orderly. You should be in the army. They need soldiers who can shoot straight into the belly."

"The issue is moot." Pugh's voice had returned to his usual tone of boredom. "I always use a sheath. I wouldn't trust myself inside one of those filthy lads otherwise. Landry, are you and Starke ready?"

"Ready and willing," replied Landry, pulling himself back from the parapet in order to take hold of his machine rifle.

"Medinger, take charge of the switch."

Medinger remained motionless. "I'm on the night watch. I don't take orders from you, Pugh."

Pugh muttered something under his breath, and then said, "Niesely."

"On my way." Niesely mounted the right-hand stairway, taking two steps at a time. Pugh turned his head toward the gate.

Tyrrell ducked back in the brief second before Pugh's gaze swung in his direction. He looked over at the lads. He could only see the one closest to him, an older lad with lines of experience on his face. The lad's expression was set, but his hands were white-knuckled on the bars.

"You." It was Pugh's voice, flat. "The one with the rag on your leg."

"No!"

The claimed lad's shout of rage was overwhelmed by the scream of the gate alarm. The other lads scurried back, leaving an open space next to the gate that was filled now only with two prisoners: the claimed lad, who was shaking his head over and over, and his mate, who had his hands on the claimed lad's arms as he spoke to the other lad.

Whatever he was saying, it was not reaching his mate. "No!" shouted the claimed lad, so loudly that he could be heard over the alarm. "I won't do it again! Not with Pugh!" He pulled himself away from his mate at the same moment that the alarm ended, taking a dozen rapid steps away from the gate.

"Wild lad!" The shout came from Ahiga, somewhere beyond Tyrrell's view. "All back! All ba—!"

The rest of his words were broken off by the sound of machine-rifle fire as bullets blazed thick into the prison.
 

Available as a multiformat e-book (epub, html, mobi/Kindle, pdf, doc): Tour.


FREE FICTION: What Slaves Do When They Aren't Cleaning Toilets: A Tale of Web Accessibility in the Cybersex Era (Rebels)

"'What I want from you is quite simple. I want you to design a Website that's compatible with Section 508— Stop sobbing, damn it!'"

What Slaves Do When They Aren't Cleaning Toilets is the first story in the world that presents web accessibility information for the disabled in the form of gay leather erotica.

For adults only. Available as online fiction or download FREE as a multiformat e-book: What Slaves Do When They Aren't Cleaning Toilets.

Tags: contemporary erotica, gay leather master/slave, disability issues, W3C, geek humor.
 

REISSUES

Click on the covers for more information.

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RECENT CATEGORY BESTSELLERS

Twenty-nine Love in Dark Settings Press e-books were category bestsellers at Amazon during the past month; below is a small sample of the bestsellers. Click on the covers for more information.

Blood VowLaw of VengeanceBard of PainDeath WatchGreen RuinWax / Broken
 

RAINBOW AWARDS 2014

Rainbow Awards honorable mentionMercy's PrisonerRainbow Awards finalist

Mercy's Prisoner (Life Prison) has received an honorable mention in the Rainbow Awards 2014, indicating that a judge gave a rating of 36 or above out of 40 to the e-book). The book bundle has also become a finalist in this annual awards contest for lgbt literature. A judge's comment:

"Dusk is all about subtlety and shades of meaning. The details of the plot were slowly revealed, and often by reading between the lines of what a character says, rather than having motives laid out clearly before us. Sex does not dominate the plot, it is about relationships, companionship and the unexpected development of love. I also liked that the [five] stories linked to each other because I was so immersed in the world Dusk had created that I didn't want to leave it."

My congratulations to the other authors and artists who have been honored; I was pleased to notice the names of some of my blog readers.

On my awards page, you can see e-books of mine that received honors in previous years.
 

REVIEWS

"If you like Dark and brooding and BDSM, I would highly recommended it . . ." —Amazon (Roger G. Grace) on Love and Betrayal (The Eternal Dungeon).

"I don't quite understand why Elsdon suddenly is crushing hard on Layle.. . . It seemed to turn into a romcom. Heroine's gossiping with her bestie about omg I can't figure this guy out at ALL, and bestie's like, 'well, I mean he seems to respect me because I don't fawn over him, so maybe he's looking for that,' heroine's like 'well, he does seem to like it when I'm assertive; maybe he wants me to assert myself more.' They do this as the bestie sorts through her clothes. (Okay, fine it's probably for laundry in this one, but close enough.)" —Goodreads (Ayanna) on Love and Betrayal (The Eternal Dungeon).

"The only reason [I kept] glued to the text was the text. It flows. I don't know how else to put it. It's like listening to music that's so translucent and harmonic you barely notice it's there; instinctively you just bathe in it. The style of writing, the whole world created by the author . . . Elsdon, his timidness and hesitance which grew into something so magnificent, and Layle, who just took my breath away and made me want to scream at the same time." —Goodreads (Jaz) on Love and Betrayal (The Eternal Dungeon).
 

NaNoWriMo & HOLIDAY GIFT STORY PROMPTS

NaNoWriMo Participant 2014

I'm seeking Writing Buddies at NaNoWriMo (this is my first year doing NaNo), and I'm asking readers for prompt requests for my holiday gift story this year.
 

BORROW MY BOOKS

On my fiction series pages, I've added links to my e-books at Scribd (my other Scribd books are here) and Oyster. At either of these e-book subscription services, you pay a flat monthly fee to borrow as many e-books as you'd like. (To those of you who are wondering: I get paid the same for a borrow at Scribd or Oyster as I do for a sale at most online bookstores.)

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Coming Up - Sex Sells: How To Write And Sell Erotica @ Center For Sex And Culture

(from M.Christian's Classes And Appearances)

There's special and then there's special: I'm going to be teaching my celebrated (if I do say so myself) class in advanced smut writing, Sex Sells: How To Write And Sell Erotica, for the Center For Sex and Culture on Wednesday, November 5th!

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006YGDE6G/ref=cm_sw_su_dp

The market for erotic fiction and nonfiction is booming! There actually is a secret to writing great erotica - and you'll discover just what that is in this fun, hands-on workshop with well-known erotica writer and teacher M.Christian.

For the beginning writer, erotica can be the ideal place to begin writing, getting published, and - best of all - earning money. And for the experienced writer, erotica can be an excellent way to beef up your resume and hone your writing skills. M.Christian will review the varieties of personal and literary expression possible in this exciting and expanding field. He'll also teach you techniques for creating love and sex scenes that sizzle.

Plus: current pay rates, how to write for a wide variety of erotic genres, where and how to submit your erotic writing, and more.

Sex Sells: How To Write And Sell Erotica
The Center for Sex and Culture
1349 Mission St.
San Francisco, CA 94103

Wednesday, November 5th

6:00PM to 8:00PM

$20 (purchase pre-event tickets here)


M.Christian has been an active participant in the San Francisco BDSM scene since 1988, and has been a featured presenter at the Northwest Leather Celebration, smOdyssey, the Center For Sex and Culture, The National Sexuality Symposium, San Francisco Sex Information, The Citadel, The Looking Glass, Floating World, Winter Solstice, and lots of other venues. He has taught classes on everything from impact play, tit torture, bondage, polyamory, cupping, caning, and basic SM safety.

M.Christian is also a recognized master of BDSM erotica with more than 400 stories in such anthologies as Best American Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bisexual Erotica, Best Fetish Erotica, and many other anthologies, magazines, and other sites; editor of 2t anthologies such as the Best S/M Erotica series, Pirate Booty, My Love For All That Is Bizarre: Sherlock Holmes Erotica, and more; the collections Dirty Words, The Bachelor Machine, Love Without Gun Control, Rude Mechanicals, and more; and the novels Running Dry, The Very Bloody Marys, Me2, Finger's Breadth, Brushes, and Painted Doll. His site is www.mchristian.com

Friday, October 31, 2014

The Other House on Elm Street

It was a brilliant plan, a group of guys pooling their money to rent a small house. The landlord was a genius to put Greg Forrest in charge, offering him a place to stay in exchange for fixing up the place. What could possibly go wrong? The man is an army veteran who surely wouldn’t tolerate foolishness. But the landlord didn’t know Greg as well as he thought. Keeping a secret side of the house for his own purposes, Greg introduces each of the guys, one by one, and unknown to the others, to a world of pure pleasure, and he has no intention of letting any of them know about his liaisons with the others. Amid the parties and mayhem, fun is had and couples are formed, but a surprise visitor from Greg’s past may mean a change in the house rules.

Excerpt:
It was a great plan, a fabulous plan, an utterly incredible plan, a plan no one had ever thought of before, a surefire plan, a plan that couldn’t fail. The guys were going to pool their money and rent a small house on a rundown property on the outskirts of their tiny Montana hamlet called Rainbow. Like all great plans, though, nothing went quite as expected. The plan was for Greg, in return for a more independent roof over his head for the next twelve months, to work on improving the property for the building’s owner. It was a small house, with three rooms and a bath upstairs; a kitchen, a den or dining room, living room and tiny laundry room on the ground floor. A small cellar underneath the kitchen housed the furnace and hot water heater resting on the solid rock only five feet below ground level. The porch railings and floor required painting, the wooden steps needed to be nailed down or replaced, the fence around the yard needed to be straightened and anchored into place, and window frames demanded repair. Inside, the three bedrooms needed ceiling tiles replaced from an earlier roof leak, and a light fixture here and there needed some basic rewiring. Outside, the yard needed hours of work to make it presentable, as overgrown grass was going to seed, and weeds and crab grass were firmly rooted throughout. Working with Greg, the guys completely altered the appearance of the house and it looked quite presentable. They raided their family attics for unneeded furniture, and a trip or two to Goodwill in Greg’s truck for some used furniture finished off what they needed: a place to study, a place to party, a place to get lucky – or so they hoped – and Greg would be there to keep an eye on the place. 

They agreed on a set of rules for use of the house regarding parties, guests, and study time. However, the choice of Greg was also a bad move on the guys’ part, because he introduced each of them, one by one, and unknown to the others, to the pure pleasures of worshiping the god Priapus. He seduced each of them and taught them to return the pleasure. And he was a good instructor. Each, unknown to the others, managed to meet and mate with Greg regularly for private sessions. 

One of the guys reminded Greg of his days back in Afghanistan with Corporal Robin Deets. There was the body he loved. Those tight abs, the beefy arms and thighs, the brown eyes, the nearly perfect teeth, but Cpl. Deets had one more year to go when Greg’s overseas hitch was over. Greg hoped that someday he and his army pal would get back together. He just wasn’t sure if it was a friendship or a temporary relationship based upon proximity and male necessity, but the man did make hot dusty days and cold nights endurable. A soldier wasn’t going to get lucky with a lady who keeps her face covered with a veil, and it was a death sentence for any local male who wanted to have a little fun, so they did what they could. 

“The Other House on Elm Street,” erotic romance by Duncan More, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, Kobo ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance.  Also available in print from Amazon.  Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.


Tuesday, October 28, 2014

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER: Pleasing Master

PLEASING MASTER 

Sir Series 4
AVAILABLE: Thursday, November 6th
This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, November 13th
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Jackson Davis is considered a gay man’s wet dream but he’s tired of finding lovers that only seemed to want him for his looks and not a real relationship. One night at a bar, Jackson discovers a man watching him. The man never approaches him, never speaks to him. When Jackson finally confronts the man, he is astounded by his reaction. Thus begins Jackson’s obsession with pleasing Michael.
And what follows is a story of frustration and confusion for Jackson as Michael commands and dictates to him, rewarding Jackson when he’s good and punishing him when he's bad. Jackson is confused that he lets Michael dominate him, wondering if it makes him less of a man. Can Jackson accept the fact that pleasing Michael makes him happy or will he lose the best thing that ever happened to him?
NOTE: This book was previously at 13,000 words published as Pleasing Michael with another publisher. This version has been extensively revised and expanded to 29,249 words.