Nia Farrell’s upcoming release

Keeper: Avenging Angels MC Book 2 by Nia Farrell

Length 42,909 words. Release date September 8, 2017.

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Blurb: Luke “Mad Dog” McLanahan and Isabella Castellari have a history. Kind of. He’s a member of the Avenging Angels MC and one of four brothers whom she thinks slept with her sister three years ago. Or did they? Nothing is as it seems. Isabella’s world is turned upside down when lies are exposed, truths revealed, and the man she’s been fantasizing about for three long years makes her an offer that she should refuse but can’t.

When Mad Dog recognizes Isabella stranded on a rural country road, remembering her toxic sister, he almost doesn’t stop. Seeing her as an end to a means, he brings her back to the Avenging Angels MC clubhouse and quickly learns that she’s different—very different—than what he expected. She’s a curious innocent, and willing to submit to his domination. But there are complications.  A mob boss uncle, protective parents, a traitorous friend, and secrets that have been kept for far too long. Secrets that will either bind them together or tear them apart.

This book has adult content and may contain triggers. Written for ages 18+.

EXCERPT (885 words):

He couldn’t deny, it was a huge ego stroke to know that he was her first.  But she was also Isabella Fucking Castellari.  Never Miss Little Italy like her sister, but they shared the same blood ties to the fucking mob.

Of course, Isabella didn’t know that he knew about her crime family connection.  He’d been keeping too many fucking secrets for too fucking long.  Her sister Krissy and her Uncle Giovanni were just some of many.

Rather than open that can of worms, he chose a safer subject.

“So, tell me.”  Reaching, he smoothed her hair back from her face and traced the line of her jaw with two fingers.  “Before tonight, did you know that Anna was seeing Richie?”

She sighed softly.  “No.  I mean, I thought that she was seeing someone, but she always had an excuse.  Usually, it was homework, but then we graduated and she was still too busy.”


Mad Dog forced his voice to stay calm.  “How old are you, Isabella?”  Please tell me you’re not jail bait on top of a mob boss’s niece.

“I turned eighteen on March sixth.  Michelangelo’s birthday.  And the day the Alamo fell, if you’re into Texas history.  How old are you?”

“Thirty.”  Twelve years her senior.  He rubbed a hand across his face and blew out softly.  “Jesus, that sounds old.”

Reaching across, she caught his dog tags, weighed them in her hand, and said solemnly, “You’re not old.  You’re experienced.  And I’m hoping that you’ll teach me.”

He leveled a look at her.  He needed to be honest, at least in this.  “Clubhouse life isn’t for everyone,” he told her.  “We do things different here.  We’re all in the BDSM lifestyle as well as the club.  The men here Dominate.  The women submit.  Did you read Fifty Shades or watch the movies?”

Isabella nodded.

“Well, fuck that shit.  That’s not how things are done.  You want to learn?  We’ll get cleaned up and go downstairs.  The lounge is your classroom.  You’ll learn things there that they don’t teach in college.  Are you signed up to go anywhere this fall?”

“SIU,” she said.  “For photography and graphic design.”

He remembered the point-and-shoot he’d found in her purse.  “You a shutterbug?”

“You could say that.  I took my first picture when I was four.  Got my own camera when I was six.  I never leave home without one.”

“And the graphic design?”

“You know all those books on my reader? Someone does the covers.  Might as well be me.  Take the pictures, offer premades and customs.  It’s something that I think I’d enjoy and be good at.  I’ve already done one for my cousin.  She uses a pen name so that no one knows she writes erotica.  She tells people that she’s a ghost writer and can’t disclose anything.”

“She had you do a cover?  Like, with models?  Naked models?”

Isabella bit her lip and coiled a strand of hair around her finger.  “Well, it is erotica,” she said coyly.

He wasn’t smiling.  She was eighteen, for Christ’s sake.  What the hell was her cousin thinking?

“Just teasing!”  She traced his lips with the pad of her index finger.  He caught it between his teeth and refused to give it back until her eyes had gone smoky and her thoughts were disjointed.  “She, um…”  Isabella cleared her throat and tried again.  “She dressed up like a cheerleader.  The cover shows her chest and midriff.  You…um…you can’t see her face.”

“Paperback or just e-book?”

“Both.”  She smiled with quiet pride.  “I have a copy, if you’d like to see it.”

“I would.”  If they were going to try and make a go of this, he needed to know what she was doing.  What she had planned.  Then he’d expand her horizons where he could.

“And the graphic design—apart from the book covers.  Can you draw?”



Her brow scrunched.  “Yes?  Some?  That’s not my—”

“Sweet.  You could learn to tattoo.”

“Wait.  What?”  She looked at him, confused.  He’d gone too fast and lost her.  Now she was trying to get her bearings.

He shifted gears.  “How about a summer job?  You working anywhere?”

“No.  I’m taking two online classes. Getting some of the required subjects taken care of so that I can immerse myself in the good stuff come fall.”

“The club owns a tat shop.  Angel Ink.  Flynn will need to see what you can do, but if you pass muster and want a full- or part-time job, he can use the help.  Front desk scheduling, answering the phone, checking in deliveries.  Normal receptionist-office assistant stuff.  He can teach you on the side, if you want to learn.  Never hurts to learn another job skill, just in case the market for photography tanks, no one’s hiring graphic designers, and your cousin can’t afford what you’re worth.”

That last bit seemed to perk her up.  “How do you know what I’m worth?” she challenged.  “My professors might think that I suck.”

He begged to differ.  “As your teacher, I would say that your oral skills need developed, but the student shows promise.  Think you’re ready for your next lesson?”

Mad Dog caught her hand and wrapped her fingers around his half-hard shaft.  “Just a hint.  The correct answer is yes….”

July Cumming’s New Release – Bending Over Bundle

July Cumming - Bending Over Bundle 1-3

(Vol. 1-3 – BDSM, DD/LG, D/S, Discipline, Spanking)

Release Date: August 4, 2016

Length: 39,000+ words

This 3 story bundle includes:

Bending Over For Jeff (Disciplined and Humiliated, Backdoor Punishment Story) Series Book #1
Bending Over For You (Her story – BDSM, DD/LG, D/S, Discipline, Spanking) Series Book #2
Bending Over For Me (His story – BDSM, DD/LG, D/S, Discipline, Spanking) Series Book #3

Bending Over For Jeff (Disciplined and Humiliated, Backdoor Punishment Story) Series Book #1
Moonlighting as an erotic author, Ms. C will do just about anything to pay the bills. Hoping for a raise when the CEO calls her in a performance review, she finds herself on her knees begging for a raise. Performing under pressure has never been so hard.

Bending Over For You (Her story – BDSM, DD/LG, D/S, Discipline, Spanking) Series Book #2
Don’t be tempted by an all-expenses paid weekend to one of the most sinful places on Earth, Las Vegas. It could lead to more than you’ve bargained for with unforeseen ramifications.

I should’ve listened to the blaring alarm bells going off in my head when I received that enticing email. Why would anyone want to pay for me, an indie Erotica author, to a BDSM convention? I got suckered in by the fond memories of the glitzy lights, ringing slots, the hedonistic mounds of gourmet food, and the copious volumes of bottomless booze. How could I decline an invitation to my favourite destination spot? The offer was far too great to pass up, and that was before I found out what I was really there for.

Bending Over For Me (His story – BDSM, DD/LG, D/S, Discipline, Spanking) Series Book #3
Don’t be fooled by the charm and praise of an online fan, it can be dangerous.
She would be forever etched in the confines of my heart. I had to meet her. Everything about the woman drove me absolutely nuts. Her erotic writing, her sense of humour, the online vixen she portrayed when we talked. I knew I had to have her. I didn’t want a small taste or a sample, I wanted her served to me on a silver platter, spread-open and smothered head to toe in coconut oil. One way or another, I was going to make her mine.

Care to read more? Follow the links below for excerpts:
Bending Over For Jeff
Bending Over For You
Bending Over For Me

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Emily Foxx’s New Release


Congratulations, Emily on your new release, Crystal’s Birthday Surprise.

Crystal’s Birthday Surprise by Emily Foxx

Release date August 4, 2017.

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Blurb: A pop-star by day and at night Crystal Roberts is a submissive/baby girl to Daddy Dominant, Derek Johnson. They have been together for four years.
For the past two months, Daddy Derek has been on edge due to Crystal’s stalker, a man named Aaron Moore. Crystals’ disobedience of late has not helped him.
Daddy Derek’s birthday is coming up, and Crystal wants to give a surprise he will never forget, but along the way, things start to go wrong. Will her surprise go ahead?

***Note, this DD/bg relationship is consensual. It does contain BDSM scenes***

Written for ages 18+.


“Over my knees, right now.” He ordered commandingly.
My hands let go the edge of the dresser while he pulls me towards him. He places me across his knees. My silky blonde hair dangles in front of my eyes. All I can see is his legs upside down in front of me.
“I will give you five smacks on each cheek of your bottom for now, and you will get an additional twenty after your concert.”
“Yes, Daddy.” 
I feel his warm hand massage my bare bottom. Crisp air hits my bare bottom from him lifting his hand for second before he impacts my left cheek and repeats the same on the right. The sound of the smack cracks in the air. My skin prickles from the fire inflicted from his hand.
“One,” my voice shrieks a little.
I hear Daddy inhale a deep breath as he impacts my left and right cheek again harder. My eyes close. The fire burning on my bare bottom spreads like wildfire.
“Two,” my voice reaching a high peak.
“Baby girl, you know that I love you to disobey me, but this is not the time to do so.”
He smacks me harder on my bottom. I can feel the bitterness of the fire rise on my bottom.
I wail, “Three.”
Each strike of the hand becomes more intense as he impacts my left and right cheek again. The intense burning on my bottom increases its torment.
My limbs relax a little knowing I have one more to go. I put the thought of more after my concert away from my mind. Daddy strikes me again left and right making sure I feel the impact of what he did, guaranteeing it will leave a lasting effect throughout my concert.
“Five, Daddy.”
I flinch a little as he places his palms on my hot cheeks. I moan as he gently kneads the throbbing pain with his fingers in a circle on my bare bottom. I can feel his cock stir as it pushes hard against my body. The ache between my thighs now throb. I know we don’t have the time for a fuck, but the thought makes me trickle more arousal down my inner thighs. He runs the tip of his finger along the entrance of my pussy and pushes his index finger in, parting my wet pussy lips.
“Tsk, tsk… Baby girl, you are very wet. You cannot help yourself. I promise you will be punished after the concert. You have cut it too close tonight.”
Daddy lifts me so I can stand. He cups my face and kisses me gently. I place my hands on top of his.
“I know, but it did help release some tension,” I curl a smile at him.
He smirks and looks at his watch.
“You have less than five minutes to change your panties and fishnet stockings.”

Nia Farrell’s New Release

Congratulations Nia on your new release, Wing Men Replay Book 7.

Replay Book 7: Wing Men by Nia Farrell

Length: 20,312 words. Release date August 1, 2017.

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Blurb: It’s World War I weekend at Replay resort, and vocalist Lara Eastman is one of the entertainers hired to help bring the past to life.  The offer comes at a time when she’s worried about how to pay her bills.  She accepts the job but declines getting vetted to play—something that she quickly regrets when she meets not one but two very attractive—and very Dominant—pilots.

Alexander Boulton is the resort owner’s cousin.  This weekend, the handsome Brit is flying a Sopwith Camel against his rival Dmitry Chezhekov, a Russian-born pilot who portrays a German flying ace.  On the ground, the red-haired singer comes under both men’s sights.

Lara meets Alex first, but she’s equally attracted to Dmitry.  She rarely hooks up at events, but Alex and Dmitry will prove the exception to her rules.  The truth is, she wants them both.  Unwilling to settle for one when she can have it all, Lara proposes a threesome.

The men are fierce competitors.  Each is determined to bring her the ultimate in pleasure.  Only one thing is certain.  If they want her, they’ll have to learn to share.

Written for ages 18+.


While they had been watching the combat demonstration, a crew of workers had erected yet another tent, yellow striped with two massive center posts and a roof that would cover a one-ring circus.  She guessed that tables, chairs, and equipment were being carried in through a back opening.  The casino’s front door flaps were closed.

“I’m afraid that it is off limits to you, my dear,” Sir Piers said, “where you are not vetted.  Pity, but rules are rules where scenes are concerned.”

“I understand,” she assured him.  “But the day is lovely.  You’ve provided food, and shelter from the sun.  A place to sit and things to see.  I’m hoping to get a closer look at the planes, if they’ll let me.”

“I’m certain that can be arranged.”  He lowered his voice to a dramatic whisper.  “I know people.”

Lara laughed.  “I’m sure that you do.  Hopefully, he’ll be back soon.”

Sir Piers strained his ear, listening.  “I do believe that I hear a familiar stutter headed this way.  Alex should be here shortly.  I must leave soon to check on the situation at home.  With luck, I will not return alone.  We shall see.”

The German soldiers were already headed for the food tent.  The ground crews and pilots followed.  Lara sat in one of four folding chairs at a small round table in a shady corner of the space. With tea to drink and a scone to nibble on, she settled in to people watch.  It always fascinated her when costumed civilians and military reenactors intermingled.  And she loved listening to the reenactors who regaled each other with stories.  It truly was like stepping back in time.

Being a single female, sitting alone and therefore perceived as available, she halfway expected to be approached by the men, and possibly some of the women.  Introducing herself as a non-vetted performer worked like a charm.  Most of these people were here to play.

The only one who seemed to not mind that she couldn’t was Dmitry.  But then, she suspected that he looked upon her as a special challenge.  He took his time coming over, accepting accolades from the other reenactors and chatting with a few other guests.  Helping himself to a plate of late breakfast and a cup of coffee, he headed straight for her.

“I sit here, da?”

Lara managed to not smile.  “If that’s a question—May you sit here?—the answer is yes.  Yes, you may sit with me.”

Dmitry took the chair to her right.  His plate was heavy on protein and lower on carbs.  He spiked his coffee with a dash of whatever he was carrying in an antique silver flask.  Slipping it back inside his brown leather aviator’s jacket, he flashed an unrepentant grin.  “A touch,” he said.  “Safe to fly later.  Safe to sit now.  Tonight, I listen to you.  When done, maybe you listen to me.  We see.”


Alex’s voice dashed the flame that Dmitry’s smoldering delivery had ignited inside her, but only for a moment.  Alex and Dmitry were rivals in the air, but were they willing to share?  She didn’t want to choose between them.  She wanted them both, if only for the weekend.

Which brought her to all of the obstacles that must be overcome.  She wasn’t vetted.  If the men could be talked into a threesome, it would be vanilla sex in Dmitry’s room at the resort, quiet kink at her bed and breakfast, or permission to use the St. Leger’s Dungeon for a full-blown session of kinky fuckery.

She knew what she wanted.

Lara wanted it all.

Maggie Adam’s New Release August 8th…

Sexual Couple, Passion Man Kiss Sensual Woman to Neck, Love Flame

Tempered Steel Series

are now bundled and will be released on Aug. 8th. Pre-order Price Drop $1.99

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Tempered Steel Series Books 4-6

Meet the Coalsons 4-6

The Coalson family saga continues with only small clues leading to the person responsible for the downfall of the family business and the ever-increasing presence of criminal activity in their small town. They vow to wreak vengeance on those responsible, but unforeseen circumstances may put the brothers and the ones they love in jeopardy.

Brandon and Nick foil an attempt to assassinate a pretty private eye and her sweet sister. Together with Sam and his best SEAL buddies, Jax and Noah, they vow to bring the ringleader to justice and rid their town of the criminals. But nothing goes according to plan, and the men must fight Mother Nature, a murderer, and the local law enforcement. Not to mention that the new secretary, Anna Meeks, is definitely hiding something, and Brandon is determined to uncover her secrets, and the luscious body she’s trying to hide under those ridiculously conservative clothes.

Lucky Coalson’s luck has run out. He’s been accused of murder and it’s up to the Coalsons and the Morgan sisters to find the real killer. Lucky cringes to know that the very woman who threw him in the river is going to be the one to save him from a prison cell. And feisty P. I. Renee Morgan isn’t too happy herself about it because every time she’s near him, her body responds in a very unprofessional manner.

Although Nick Coalson is attracted to the fiery redhead, Rebecca Morgan, her dangerous job makes her off limits, especially as she is almost killed during their investigation. He wants quiet and submissive, not reckless and determined. But her sweet curves and sexy smile are melting his resolve and his heart. When she is kidnapped by a human trafficker, Nick will need the help of an outside source who wants Rebecca for himself. So, who will come out the victor?

 Read the story from the beginning with Whistlin’ Dixie, and meet all brothers and the sexy, strong-willed women that win their hearts.

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Tempered Steel Series Books 1-3

A new release by Reed James…


Congratulations, Reed James on your new release. Please see details of his new release as follows;

Futa’s Passion Spreads

The Futanari Chronicles Vol. 2

Two futas, raised under completely different circumstances, awaken to their true passion as they unravel where they came from! You can buy Futa’s Passion Spreads for $3.99 on AmazonAmazon UKAmazon CAAmazon AUAmazon FR, and Amazon DE!

The futa’s passion spreads, transforming more men into women and women into naughty futas!

All her life, Helen thought she was a freak, that being a futanari was something to hide. To be ashamed of. But now she knows different. She lets her futa-passion spread wide. She gender-swaps men into horny women and women into naughty futas.

And she has learned she’s not alone.

Ally, a futanari who came to earth with Helen, is imprisoned in a secret government lab. And Helen and her harem of naughty futas and sexy women will free her. Helen won’t let anything stop her from saving her fellow futanari!

But she’ll need to spread her futa-passion far and recruit allies, seducing them into wild delights!

This sexy futa novella contains: futa-on-female, futa-on-futa, doctor, coed, teacher/student, oral, anal, DP, first time, gender-swap, creampie, group fun, cheerleaders, hot wives, cuckolding, voyeurism, exhibitionism and more! This naughty tale is not for the faint of heart!


But Helen was different.

Ally’s heart beat faster. A delicious tingle rushed through her body as their lips worked together. Their soft kiss slowly grew harder and harder. Their lips working. Helen’s delicate fingers traced down Ally’s back towards her ass. She gripped the futa’s curves, pulling their throbbing dicks tighter.

Ally moaned into the kiss. It was so exhilarating. Heat rushed through her. Her pussy clenched while juices dribbled down her thighs. She squirmed more, her own hands sliding up and down Helen’s side before reaching around to grip her slim ass, squeezing her butt-cheeks.

She tastes so wonderful.

Their tongues met next, their heads turning. Helen moaned now, shivering against Ally. Their tongues caressed as their kiss deepened. Passion quickened between them. Over the scent of Helen’s skin, she smelled their hot pussies: her own sweet musk and a spicy flavor.

You smell wonderful, Helen.

Helen broke the kiss, her eyes so wide. “Oh, Ally, you taste amazing.”

So do you,” grinned Ally. “But I bet your pussy tastes even better.”

And my cum?” grinned Helen.

Oh, yes!” panted Ally. “Let’s sixty-nine. Candy taught me it.”

She’s the futa you were fucking, right?”

Ally nodded her head. “It’s so fun. Let’s love each other, Helen.”

The blonde futanari’s smile lit up Ally’s soul. Such excitement beat in her heart. She concentrated, able to control her dream, and formed a soft meadow for them to lie on. She had never seen grass in real life, only pictures in the books. But she had gotten better at conjuring it thanks to her slaves’ comments.

Oh, my,” Helen said, sinking to the ground. “Oh, that’s nice. Mmm, the grass feels wonderful on my skin.”

Does it feel like real grass?” Ally asked, biting her lip.

Helen blinked up at the curvy futanari. “You don’t know?”

Ally shook her head as she sank down to the grass. She stretched out on it beside Helen, her lips near the blonde futanari’s cock. “I’ve never left the base.”

That’s horrible!” There was such anger in Helen’s voice, and that made the hope in Ally’s heart swell more. “Oooh, I can’t believe it. That’s monstrous. What right do they have to keep you in there?”

I’m an alien,” Ally said. “We’re aliens.”

Still,” Helen said. “Darn them. That’s so wrong.” She reached out, grabbing Ally’s hips and pulling her girl-cock closer. She licked the tip. “I’ll get you out. Leann used to be an army soldier when she was a man. I bet she knows how.”

Before Ally could answer, she gasped as Helen engulfed her dick, sucking so hard on it. Her eyes widened at the hot pressure surging through her body. She spasmed, her pussy clenching as the pleasure rushed through her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head at the incredible suction on her cock.

It was so amazing. Better than she had ever felt. Helen just made it so wonderful. Her pussy clenched with each suck, her dick throbbing. The pleasure rippled through her body. She groaned, reaching out and grabbing Helen’s hips.

Pulling the blonde’s futa-cock closer.

Ally opened her mouth and engulfed Helen’s cock. She sucked so hard, shivering as they blew each other. The pleasure ran through their bodies. Her futa-dick ached in Helen’s mouth. It made her moan and suck so hard on Helen’s dick, her tongue licking, sliding across the crown.

And tasting the joys of salty precum.

Ally savored the flavor of Helen’s precum. She sucked harder, drawing more of the slippery juices out. They coated her tongue. Her body trembled at the wicked thrill. And Helen’s own tongue sweeping about her cock, teasing her and making her moan in delight.

SPIN Author Spotlight–Nia Farrell

Self-published Indie Network

Author Nia Farrell 300dpiI have been such a huge fan of erotic author Nia Farrell, so imagine my excitement when she joined SPIN.  Let me tell you a little about her.

Author Nia Farrell is a founding member of the Wicked Pens and a multi-genre author who is published in nonfiction, poetry, music, articles, and children’s books, with one documentary screenplay under her literary belt. She had nine nominations in the 2016 Summer Indie Book Awards; her BDSM MMF ménage erotic historical As Wicked as You Want was voted #1 Erotica and #10 overall in The 50 Best Indie Books of 2016, and Pride and Punishment was voted Best Historical Romance in the 2017 Menages Romance Readers Favorites.

Nia is an old soul and a period reenactor who’s been into corsets for centuries, although she wears them more to Civil War events these days. She has been involved in the metaphysical community for…

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Linzi Basset’s New Release

Congratulations Linz’s on your new release…




He had been in the BDSM lifestyle for over twenty years. She, would never be able to adapt to it, not after what she’d gone through.

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Excerpt: Copyright©Linzi Basset


“Patronize you? I wouldn’t dare, sweetie, but, let’s be honest. This is hardly the environment where you would find what you’re looking for.”


“Married bliss. A white picket fence and two-and-a-half kids.”

Kacie simmered with anger, until the vision of what he’d just said began to form in her mind. She could envision two little cherubs who inexplicably had the same liquid silver eyes as the man watching her closely.

Well, sorry for you, Pea, but I’ve already found it. All I have to do is make you see it.

In her career, once Kacie set her mind on something, come hell or high water, she made sure she achieved it. The same strength now filled her and for the first time in her life, she had hope. That she might be able to overcome the emotional clusterfuck her life had become.

She took Parnell’s hand in hers and splayed his fingers open between her two palms. Her hands appeared almost childlike against his huge one. She took a deep breath.

“Do you know that I’m still a virgin, Parnell?” Her voice cracked but she refused to back down.

“Kacie,” he grated through clenched teeth.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she managed to croak.

“Do you? I sincerely doubt that,” he managed to mutter.

“It’s true. I’ve—”

“Kacie, don’t do this.”

“But it’s true, Parnell. Yeah, I’ve been abused—fuck, more than anyone would ever . . .” Her voice gave in and she had to swallow the lump that threatened to choke her, but she refused to give in. She wanted a different life and she wanted Parnell to be a part of that life. She had to see this through.

“Stop this, Kacie. Now.”

“But, I’ve never had sex. Did you know that, Parnell?” She dared a quick glance at him. His eyes glowed silver. She looked down at their entwined hands. “I tried, many times, but I just couldn’t get past . . . every time I would freeze up and wham—it was over. I don’t want to live like this anymore. I see how happy Seth is, and how Sasha glows when they come out of the bedroom in the mornings. I want that too. I want to know what it feels like to be sexually aroused; to experience the pleasure of intimacy without those . . . fucking monsters invading my mind.”

“Kacie, enough,” Parnell ordered. He sat up. He still battled the knowledge of what she’d gone through. Anger surged inside him at the memory.

“And I want you to teach me.”


Kacie looked at him as he stood up and towered over her.

“You heard me.”

“Yeah, I fucking heard you and I say again, this is not the damn place for you to be having this . . . epiphany!”

Kacie froze. She rose slowly. Her head moved in a negative shake without realizing. Everything inside her felt like it was withering to a slow death.

“You don’t . . . you’re disgusted with me. That’s it, isn’t it? Just like all those years ago! You . . . oh god. How did you know where to find me?” Suddenly her mind went blank and she couldn’t remember what he’d told her before.

“Kacie, let me take you—”

“HOW? Tell me!” she screamed at him.

Parnell knew better than to touch her at that moment or to lie to her.

“I intercepted the email they sent to Seth.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “You saw? Oh no, not you. You should never have . . . that’s why I disgust you. You saw how they . . .,” she couldn’t continue as a sob racked through her body.

She stumbled toward the door and fumbled with the knob, trying to yank it open. Two hands spun her around and caught her face between them.

“Stop this, Kacie. You don’t disgust me. You had no control over what they did to you.”

“But Seth trained me. I should’ve fought harder. I shouldn’t have allowed them—”

“I saw you fighting as hard as you could, sweetie. Not even a man of my strength would’ve been able to overpower all those men. I watched you break a man’s bones and snap another’s neck. No, Kacie, I’m not disgusted by you . . . I admire you,” he said, his forehead against hers. He brushed his thumbs over her cheeks, wiping away the tears.

“Now, no more of this. I don’t ever want to hear you talk like this again. Are we clear? Come on, Kacie. That’s my condition. I will teach you about sex and intimacy, but you will ban all thoughts of self-recrimination from your mind.”

Their eyes met in a heated exchange as the visions of the upcoming tutorial flashed through their respective minds.

“You will? Really?”


Curious to read the story? It’s available on Amazon.

Parnell’s Gift Amazon e-book

You can find more information on Linz Basset here: Linz’s Wicked Pen Author Page

A new release by Callie Press

Congratulations to Callie Press on her new release, Me Becoming More. Please see an Excerpt as follows:



So we did. I made Louie watch and jerk off in the corner, since his micropenis was all but worthless to me, and he’d rather not be touched anyway. I’ve let him touch me while he does it when he’s extra good, which keeps him drooling at my heels for chances to be extra good for me. He’s different, that’s all. I’ve gotten used to it.

And Ronnie’s thick cock had been half-engorged for me since I took his allegiance yesterday in the cafeteria, so I knew he’d be good to go. I had examined him, but I hadn’t yet let him have any kind of fun. Testing his limits, you know? He’d done well enough though, so it was time. When I stepped out of the damn sleep-pants they made us wear and he got his first peek at my bare ass, he swelled so quick and huge that I expected his barbell to rip right through the thin fabric and point at me.

Ronnie’s got a genuine monster down there, a real baby arm. Maybe a teenager arm.

Derrick was a special case, being mostly dead and all, and he led me through what I needed to do. Basically, I had to bring him to life a bit, so he wouldn’t be completely dead. He said Dan was, for some reason, keeping him alive just enough. I don’t know how that works with a decapitation, because he had definitely died, but it saves me from being a necrophiliac. Which makes me happy, even if it is just a technicality. He had to be alive, right? So my conscience is off the hook.

I couldn’t really make him alive. Not like ‘back to life for keeps’ alive. What he explained was that I could substitute enough of whatever he was missing, out of my surplus of it (whatever ‘it’ is), to keep him going. If I was close. Until I stopped providing it. Dan had some fluid lines and electrodes hooked to his head so he didn’t get to total brain death, even though he was ruined.

At least that’s kind of what I thought Derrick was saying about it, but I’m not sure now.

I didn’t understand it and I still don’t, because I think it was partly just, you know, magic. How the hell do you make sense of magic? See? Your guess is as good as mine was, back then. Plus I just wanted him to get to the important part so I knew how to make him hard. I wasn’t really listening.

It made sense at the time, and if you have ever explained something by telling someone else ‘it made sense at the time,’ then you know those stories don’t usually end well.

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