Censorship Must Stop--How You Can Help (including Mark Coker's suggestions)

In recent weeks, there has been a wave of censorship against erotica and erotic romance authors to remove ALL books with incest, rape, and bestiality from the book shelves. It's complicated. There are nuances. My books were taken down temporarily at one vendor as they self-policed their titles to comply with their own Terms of Services (which have their roots with the PayPal and credit-card companies, of course, as well as what is accepted by traditional publishers). I'm lucky and all my books were reinstated because the incest was a backstory issue, not for titillation. Then there's the whole bestiality thing. According to PayPal, only sex in human form is allowed in a shapeshifter book. Well, the only one I've ever read (Cherise Sinclair's Hour of the Lion) includes at least one scene that I remember where the cougars have sex in animal form. Is that bestiality--or biology?

As an incest survivor, I detest the whole "daddy/daughter" incest and pseudo-incest realm of books. They aren't for me and I don't read or promote them. But other people do want to read them and/or write them. Who am I to say they shouldn't? I'm an adult and I can simply choose NOT to read them. Right?

But as a feminist, a woman, a writer of BDSM romances (which may be the next target), and an independently published author, I find this trend toward censorship and the limiting of choices very disturbing. I have writer friends like Bianca Sommerland who write erotic FANTASY novels that include dubious consent, captivity, rape--something permitted in horror, true crime, mystery, or mainstream novels, but not in erotica, apparently. I won't go into the psychology of it all, but lots of women have rape FANTASIES. Do we want to be raped? Hell to the no. But these FANTASY stories are enjoyable reads for many of us for whatever reason--myself included. (Bianca keeps warning me about my triggers in her books with scene where they play with needles and such, though, so I haven't been able to read the Deadly Captive books--yet.

But under these "credit card" restriction guidelines, the books I read first in the Romance genre and love to this day--Kathleen Woodiwiss's "The Flame and the Flower" and "The Wolf and the Dove," anything by Johanna Lindsey or Rosemary Rogers written back in the 70s or 80s, etc.) would have been censored and banned because they usually had scenes where the hero overpowered the heroine physically (and in every other way--because he was so alpha *melt*) and had sex with her, often without consent (even though readers knew they would end up together with a happy ending because that was all part of the ROMANCE and the FANTASY)!

One of the reasons I began writing again and decided to publish my books for the first time ever was because I didn't have to be "politically correct" anymore. Erotic Romance made that possible. I didn't need flowery purple prose to describe sex and sex organs. Amen to that. And I could write whatever I wanted. And as an independently published author. I didn't have to go through a publisher as a gatekeeper and could write the stories of my heart without being censored, especially as the New York traditional publishers are wont to do. I want all writers to be able to experience that freedom of expression and creativity--and to find an audience that wants to read their books.

Today I received an e-mail from the founder and CEO of Smashwords (the site that was started as a means of allowing authors to publish their own works and taking control of their livelihood). I think he has been incredibly rational throughout this attack (targeting primarily independent authors, as he states). He is fighting back rather than rolling over like many of the publishers and distribution channels seem to be doing who long ago agreed to these rules, just didn't enforce them until now. And he offers some very insightful interpretations--and hand-on actions YOU can do to help stop this before "they" take YOUR favorite books off the shelves.  (That's near the bottom, if you want to skip ahead.)

Please do what you can--and I welcome a serious discussion about the issue on my blog. Please feel free to share and Tweet, as well. While it's hard for me to defend some books that are under the ax--I will defend to the death the author's right to write those stories.  

Kally

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PAYPAL CENSORSHIP UPDATE (e-mailed 3/3/12)
(by Mark Coker at Smashwords)
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In case you haven't heard, about two weeks ago, PayPal contacted Smashwords and gave us a surprise ultimatum:  Remove all titles containing bestiality, rape or incest, otherwise they threatened to deactivate our PayPal account.  We engaged them in discussions and on Monday they gave us a temporary reprieve as we continue to work in good faith to find a suitable solution.

PayPal tells us that their crackdown is necessary so that they can remain in compliance with the requirements of the banks and credit card associations (likely Visa, MasterCard, Discover, American Express, though they didn't mention them by name).

Last Friday, I sent the following email to our erotica authors and publishers:
 https://www.smashwords.com/press/release/27   Then on Monday, I issued an update, and announced we would delay enforcement of PayPal's guidelines so we and PayPal could continue our discussions:  https://www.smashwords.com/press/release/28

THE PROBLEM:

PayPal is asking us to censor legal fiction.  Regardless of how one views topics of rape, bestiality and incest, these topics are pervasive in mainstream fiction.  We believe this crackdown is really targeting erotica writers.  This is unfair, and it marks a slippery slope.  We don't want credit card companies or financial institutions telling our authors what they can write and what readers can read.  Fiction is fantasy.  It's not real.  It's legal.


THE SOLUTION:

There's no easy solution.  Legally, PayPal and the credit card companies probably have the right to decide how their services are used. Unfortunately, since they're the moneyrunners, they control the oxygen that feeds digital commerce.

Many Smashwords authors have suggested we find a different payment processor.  That's not a good long term solution, because if credit card companies are behind this, they'll eventually force crackdowns elsewhere.  PayPal works well for us. In addition to running all credit card processing at the Smashwords.com store, PayPal is how we pay all our authors outside the U.S.  My conversations with PayPal are ongoing and have been productive, yet I have no illusion that the road ahead will be simple, or that the outcome will be favorable.


BUILDING A COALITION OF SUPPORT:

Independent advocacy groups are considering taking on the PayPal censorship case.  I'm supporting the development of this loose-knit coalition of like-minded groups who believe that censorship of legal fiction should not be allowed. We will grow the coalition. Each group will have its own voice and tactics  I'm working with them because we share a common cause to protect books from censorship.  Earlier today I had conversations with the Electronic Frontier Foundation (EFF), The American Booksellers Foundation for Free Expression (ABFFE) and the National Coalition Against Censorship (NCAC).  I briefed them on the Smashwords/PayPal
situation, explained the adverse affect this crackdown will have on some of our authors and customers, and shared my intention to continue working with PayPal in a positive manner to move the discussion forward.

The EFF blogged about the issue a few days ago:  https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2012/02/legal-censorship-paypal-makes-habit-deciding-what-users-can-read

Today, ABFFE and NCAC issued a press release:  http://www.scribd.com/doc/83549049/NCAC-ABFFE-Letter-To-PayPal-eBay-re-Ebook-Refusal-2012

I will not be on the streets with torch in hand calling for PayPal's head, but I will encourage interested parties to get involved and speak their piece.  This is where you come in...


HOW YOU CAN HELP:

Although erotica authors are being targeted, this is an issue that should concern all indie authors. It affects indies disproportionately because indies are the ones pushing the boundaries of fiction. Indies are the ones out there publishing without the (fading) protective patina of a "traditional publisher" to lend them legitimacy. We indies only have each other.

Several Smashwords authors have contacted me to stress that this censorship affects women disproportionately.  Women write a lot of the erotica, and they're also the primary consumers of erotica.  They're also the primary consumers of mainstream romance, which could also come under threat if PayPal and the credit card companies were to overly enforce their too-broad and too-nebulous obsenity clauses (I think this is unlikely, but at the same time, why would dubious consent be okay in mainstream romance but not okay in erotica? If your write paranormal, can your were-creatures not get it on with one another, or is that bestiality?  The insanity needs to stop here. These are not questions an author, publisher or distributor of legal fiction should have to answer.).

All writers and their readers should stand up and voice their opposition to financial services companies censoring books.  Authors should have the freedom to publish legal fiction, and readers should have the freedom to read what they want.

These corporations need to hear from you.  Pick up the phone and call them. Email them.  Start petitions.  Sign petitions.  Blog your opposition to censorship.  Encourage your readers to do the same.  Pass the word among your social networks.  Contact your favorite bloggers and encourage them to follow this story.  Contact your local newspaper and offer to let them interview you so they can hear a local author's perspective on this story of international significance. If you have connections to mainstream media, encourage them to pick up on the story.  Encourage them to call the credit card companies and pose this simple question, "PayPal says they're trying to enforce the policies of credit card companies.  Why are you censoring legal fiction?"

Below are links to the companies waiting to hear from you. Click the link and you'll find their phone numbers, executive names and postal mailing addresses.  Be polite, respectful and professional, and encourage your friends and followers to do the same.  Let them know you want them out of the business of censoring legal fiction.

Tell the credit card companies you want them to give PayPal permission to sell your ebooks without censorship or discrimination.  Let them know that PayPal's policies are out of step with the major online ebook retailers who already accept your books as they are.  Address your calls, emails (if you can find the email) and paper letters (yes paper!) to the executives.  Post open letters to them on your blog, then tweet and Facebook hyperlinks to your letters.  Force the credit card companies to join the discussion about censorship.  And yes, express your feelings and opinions to PayPal as well.  Don't scream at them.  Ask them to work on your behalf to protect you and your readers from censorship.  Tell them how their proposed censorship will harm you and your fellow writers.

Visa:
http://finance.yahoo.com/q/pr?s=V+Profile

American Express:
http://finance.yahoo.com/q/pr?s=AXP+Profile

MasterCard:
http://finance.yahoo.com/q/pr?s=MA+Profile

Discover:
http://finance.yahoo.com/q/pr?s=DFS+Profile

Ebay (owns PayPal):
http://finance.yahoo.com/q/pr?s=ebay+Profile

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Six Sunday: Eyes on Me

Here's another Six from the recently released Nobody's Hero (Rescue Me #3), Adam and Karla's romance. Karla has been summoned to Master Adam's office and is kneeling on a mat by his desk, awaiting his orders.

“Strip.” 

She was still wearing his terrycloth robe, because, oddly enough, her Master’s scent in the fabric had given her some much-needed courage. But she slipped it off her shoulders and let it puddle around her knees and legs at his command. 

“If I don’t want you to look at me, I’ll blindfold you. Eyes on me.”

Ka-thunk.

Thanks for stopping by to read my sexy Six this week! Each week, the new listing of Six Sentence Sunday (SSS) blogs go live at 9 a.m. EDT Sunday. This is a great way to find new authors to follow or read or to get exposure for your own writing! For a list of this week's participants in the SSS blog tour, go to http://www.sixsunday.com/. Search #sixsunday on Twitter, as well!

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Six Sunday: And so it begins (Nobody's Hero--on sale Dec. 23!)

Well, I'm happy to announce a release date for Nobody's Hero (Rescue Me #3)--Dec. 23--just in time for stuffing your stocking (or Kindle or Nook)!  

Here are Six Sentences from the end of my Hero's first scene! (You know the one--it starts with "Karla, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?") And it ends with:

She stroked his neck, her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder, feeling as if she'd come home at last. Her hand traced a path down one of his pecs, which she'd ached to touch for so many years, then she let her fingertip circle the hard nip.

Adam's hand caught and stilled hers, his body tensing. 

He pushed her away. 

"You need to get out of this bed, Karla. Now."

Thanks for stopping by to read my sexy Six this week! Each week, the new listing of Six Sentence Sunday (SSS) blogs go live at 9 a.m. EDT Sunday. This is a great way to find new authors to follow or read or to get exposure for your own writing! For a list of this week's participants in the SSS blog tour, go to http://www.sixsunday.com/. Search #sixsunday on Twitter, as well!

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Six Sunday: Karla's Fantasy with a Master Adam Twist

Ahhh, the secretary-boss fantasy. We've seen Adam Montague's harem-girl fantasy in a previous Six Sentence Sunday. In this scene from Nobody's Hero (to be released around Christmas), Karla has been ordered to Master Adam's office to explain what she and two naked girlfriends were doing in his hot tub. 

In the ensuring conversation, we learn Karla has a fantasy about sex on Master Adam's desk. But the reality is quite different from what she'd imagined. (Couldn't find a photo of a black-haired secretary or one face down on the desk--use your imagination!)

She's gotten very wet being reprimanded by Mr. Montague, her "boss," who just asked her if he'd given her permission to get wet.

"No, Sir. But I've dreamed about this for months and I…can't help myself." Oh, no! She was mixing fantasy with reality. Of course, she really had dreamed about being taken by Adam on his desk, almost since the day she'd arrived at his club this past summer. But she wasn't cuffed and lying face down on the desk in her virginal fantasies—and there weren't any chains.

Thanks for stopping by to read my sexy Six this week! Each week, the new listing of Six Sentence Sunday (SSS) blogs go live at 9 a.m. EDT Sunday. This is a great way to find new authors to follow or read or to get exposure for your own writing! For a list of this week's participants in the SSS blog tour, go to http://www.sixsunday.com/. Search #sixsunday on Twitter, as well!

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Six Sunday: The Walls Come Tumbling Down? (Nobody's Hero)

Just a few more weeks until Nobody's Hero will be released and I decided to take readers back to where we left off in Nobody's Angel. (Yes, you must read Masters at Arms and Nobody's Angel before you read Hero because this is not a stand-alone book type of series.)

The immediate drama that propels Adam and Karla on their quest for love begins at the end of Angel. In fact, the first line in this week's Six Sentences is actually the last line of Angel.) This is from the unedited version of Hero!

Setup: I hate spoilers, so I'm not going to tell you where Adam and Karla are or what happened in Angel! (Shhhhh, those who know, don't say a word. You don't want to displease Master Adam now, do you, because as punishment he might delay the publication of his book. Yes, he knows his Masters Brat subs and how much they would much prefer a different punishment and a personal visit, so he is going with the threat of deprivation as punishment this time.) *shivers* Please be good, my dear Brats!

"What the fuck are you doing in my bed?"

Karla smiled. He'd always been so careful not to drop the f-bomb around her before, although she'd certainly heard him say it enough times to everyone else, when he didn't think she could hear. Were his walls coming down enough for him to see her as a woman for the first time since they'd met?

"I needed to be close to you. Do you remember what happened?"

 

Thanks for stopping by to read my Six this week! Each week, the new listing of Six Sentence Sunday (SSS) blogs go live at 9 a.m. EDT Sunday. This is a great way to find new authors to follow or read or to get exposure for your own writing! For a list of this week's participants in the SSS blog tour, go to http://www.sixsunday.com/. Search #sixsunday on Twitter, as well!

WIP It Wednesday: The Dance (Nobody's Hero)

For last weekend's Six Sentence Sunday, I had six sentences from a scene I'd just written (totally unedited and unresearched). Now I've reworked it a bit and thought I'd show you what it looks like now, plus give you more than six sentences to enjoy!

In the opening of this club scene, harem-girl Karla has been presented to the tribe's "sheikh," Master Adam. (A sheikh is the leader of a family or tribe, which Adam most certainly is in the Masters at Arms club family.) Karla is kneeling at his feet. This also is one of his favorite fantasies, too.) 

"Remove the veil." He'd quickly grown tired of having her face hidden from him. Even if the material was flimsy and see-through, he needed to see her eyes, her mouth, her lips.

"Permission to move, your excellency."

Move? Of course she'd need to in order to remove the veil. Why was she asking for unnecessary permission?

He sighed. "Granted."

She raised her hands, striking a dramatic pose, and the veil fell in front of her, its material further obstructing his view. Without warning, passionate Middle Eastern music blared from the nearby speakers, distracting him momentarily. He looked over at the sound system to find his partner, the quasi-sultan, grinning in his direction and doing a gesture of obeissance as he bowed toward him. Then Marc returned to where he'd left Angelina kneeling beside a small table stage-side. He sat with his slave girl between his knees and gave her an order. She looked up at him warily, then around at the others nearby, balking until Marc said something that had her face turning red at the same time as her hands reached out to undo his leathers. Adam grinned.

Karla's long, flowing veil flitted across Adam's face, drawing his attention back to her. She dipped and undulated to the music, alternately hiding her face and revealing it with the red veil. Her expression was serious, he supposed because she was concentrating on the moves—and him. She didn't take her eyes off him. The intensity of her smoldering, come-hither gaze made him feel as if she'd sucked his breath from his lungs in her aura.

What was going on in her head tonight?

She began rippling her hips, alternating between fast movements and slow ones in such a sensuous way, causing his heart rate to speed up and slow down in direct response. Her breasts spilled over the tops of the red bra cups studded with black sequins and beads, making him wish his lips were brushing over the skin there he knew to be as soft as satin. Her torso and hips rippled like waves on the ocean, riveting his attention on the beads and bangles hanging from her bra and the waistband of her skirt. He realized this was one very expensive outfit, no Halloween costume.

Where had she learned to belly dance like that—and why hadn't he known about this talent sooner? Karla lifted the veil over her head and twirled on bare feet, her hands and arms making graceful motions that caused the veil to flutter and float around her body. When she turned away from him, he watched her hips shake to the music, her hips enticing him to reach out to her and sending the bangles into frenzied motion. She took the ends of the veil and leaned back until her gorgeous cleavage came into view, then whipped the veil over both their heads and around his neck and shoulders, pulling him closer to her breasts. Just before his lips would have pressed against her jiggling mounds, she released one end of the veil and stood upright, evading his head with a sideways lunge. She stood upright and pulled the veil away from him, wrapping it around herself again. His dick raised to a full salute and he adjusted himself against the leather seat to keep from strangling his head. He nearly came in his leathers.

"Very nice, kitten," he managed to choke out. "Where did you learn to dance like that?" He waited, not sure he really wanted to know.

She giggled, damn her. He throbbed even more.

 

Nobody's Hero is expected to be released "around Christmas," but no later than Dec. 30. The manuscript goes to my professional editor and my beta readers this weekend (Dec. 4), so they can work their magic on it. Pre-ordering is not available, but the book will be made available first at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords, then soon after at All Romance eBooks, and, in January, at BookStrand.

Remember, in my "Rescue Me" series, you need to read the books in order. If you haven't read these two books yet, please see the links below. Only 99 cents and $2.99--so you get both novels for less than $4!

MASTERS AT ARMS (only 99 cents!), the

introduction and first novel in the RESCUE ME series,

is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, 

All Romance eBooks, Bookstrand,

and at Smashwords. 

Nobody's Angel is available for $2.99 NOW at
Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords,
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Six Sunday: Karla fulfills one of Master Adam's favorite fantasies

This week's Six Sentences comes from my December release, Nobody's Hero (due out sometime around Christmas—see the hot new cover below). I just started writing this scene yesterday so it's unedited—but a lot of fun anyway, so I couldn't wait to share it. 

Yeah, Karla's still teasing Master Adam, but this scene comes much later in the story than the one you read last week. She's ramping up her game.

When Karla removed another of the veils, one that had covered her beaded-and-sequined bra, his mouth went dry. She took the ends of the veil, leaned back to where all he could see was her cleavage, and whipped the veil over his head and around his neck and shoulders, pulling him slightly toward her breasts before releasing one end, standing upright, and letting it fall into his lap. His dick raised to a full salute under the veil and he adjusted himself against the leather seat to keep from strangling his erection.

"Very nice, kitten," he managed to choke out. "Where did you learn to dance like that?" He waited, not sure he really wanted to know.

Thanks for stopping by to read my Six this week. Each week, the new listing of Six Sentence Sunday (SSS) blogs go live at 9 a.m. EDT Sunday. This is a great way to find new authors to follow or read or to get exposure for your own writing! For a list of this week's participants in the SSS blog tour, go to http://www.sixsunday.com/. Search #sixsunday on Twitter, as well! 

WIP It Wednesday: Damian Rescues Savannah (Masters at Arms)

First, just wanted to ask for your vote in the Cover of the Month contest. VOTE NOW THROUGH SATURDAY, NOV. 26 at http://yougottareadcovers.blogspot.com/ (#14 on list). If you love Master Adam's chest and this cover as much as *I* do, I'd appreciate your vote. I don't know the exact time voting ends, so vote early! Thanks so much for your consideration!


Now, in honor of that awesome cover, rather than another snippet from my upcoming release, I decided to go back to the beginning of Damian and Savannah's story, the Section Two prequel in Masters at Arms.

This is the scene after Damian has rescued Savannah (Savi) from the sadists at her father's hotel. (He's not aware that she's a sex slave for her father, but thinks she might be a call girl.) She's just awoken from an exhausted sleep to find a stranger (who looks like her fantasy idol, Orlando Bloom) in the bed and is now beginning to worry about what her father and his partner (Lyle) will do to punish her for losing two of their business clients (the sadists in the snippet). The "final plan" she refers to is her suicide, which she plans to carry out when she gets home, no longer able to continue to "live" the way she's been forced to live since childhood, but most especially since becoming a sex slave a year earlier.

What now? Lyle and her father would be furious. She’d never lost them a client before. Last night, she’d lost two. Her punishment would be severe. She opened her eyes and glanced toward the door. Where had Lyle gone? When would he be back? She supposed her father would send a car for her. They knew they didn’t have to worry about her running away. The threat of living a hellish life as a street whore would keep her tethered in her velvet chains.

Savannah began to shake.

“Shhh. It’s okay.” The man on the bed—Damián—reached out a hand to her, but she pulled her body away. He let his hand come to rest on the mattress between them, as if he were training a dog to get used to him by small degrees. His brown skin contrasted sharply with the white sheets. Exotic. So different from the men who could afford her.

No, he wasn’t her client. That she knew. So who was he? She shivered and returned his gaze, seeing regret, pity. She didn’t want or need anyone’s pity.

“I don’t know you.”

“I work here at the hotel.”

Oh, Lord! The bus boy! She remembered him from the restaurant. How had she come to be in bed with him? Had anything happened? Clearly, she’d zoned out. Had he forced himself on her while her mind was out of her body?

No. The concern in the man’s warm-chocolate eyes told her he wasn’t a threat. She didn’t think so, anyway. His pupils were so large, his eyes almost looked black. Her instincts regarding men were more than a little warped. Still, something began to melt inside her. The image of him barging into the room last night carrying a…a fire extinguisher? She tried to keep from smiling, but couldn’t help herself. So incongruous with the type of rescue she’d needed.

Damián raised an eyebrow, then smiled back. His white teeth against a bronzed face sent a flock of swallows to flight inside her stomach. She giggled.

“What’s so funny?”

“You, barging in here last night carrying that ridiculous fire extinguisher.”

“Someone yelled ‘fire.’”

“Well, I read once that no one comes when you yell rape.”

His face grew serious. “They didn’t—?”

She shook her head. “No. Against the rules.” Tears stung the backs of her eyelids. “No one’s ever come to my rescue before.” She turned away. Don’t let him get inside your head, Savi. This stranger was even more dangerous than the sadists. He made her feel vulnerable. She needed to keep her wits about her if she was going to keep the walls of her fortress intact.

Until she could get home and put her final plan into motion, she’d do well to remember that men weren’t safe or honorable.

But Damián had held her for hours without taking advantage of her. Amazing man.

She looked back at him. “Thank you.”

“De nada.”

Then she realized what his actions had cost him. “Oh, God. Your job.”

A bus boy probably needed every paycheck just to survive. She assessed him. He wore a polo uniform shirt—which he filled out better than any polo she’d ever seen—and inexpensive black jeans.

He shrugged, as if it didn’t matter. But she doubted he was truly that nonchalant. He’d be fired, if he hadn’t been already, all because of her. Unfair. Yet another victim of her father’s and Lyle’s ruthlessness. His face blurred as tears welled in her eyes. “I’m so sorry to have caused you so much trouble.”

He leaned closer. She didn’t back away this time, but her heart began beating faster.

“I’d do it again,” he whispered. “No regrets, Savannah. No one should hurt you like that.”

She closed her eyelids and swallowed. Damián’s fingertip brushed away a tear that rolled from the corner of her eye. His hand felt warm against her chilled skin. A jolt of electricity zapped her clit—and not the kind of zap the sadists had delivered, either. Her eyes opened wider. No man had ever caused a sexual response in her.

When he pulled his hand back, she fought the urge to lean toward him. How could she feel so safe with this stranger?

Dangerous. She needed to get away before he got under her skin. She instinctively knew that opening herself up to his kindness would just result in even more intense pain when she left him to return to Master. Her life, her body, were not hers.

“I have to get home.”

Damian and Savannah (now Savi) will reunite briefly in Nobody's Hero (due out in December). Their romance will come out in February, Nobody's Perfect, as my two most broken souls find love and happiness with each other—at last. 

My writing style is more of a SERIAL than a series--complete with cliffhangers and characters who continue to work on their relationship issues in subsequent novels. (Yes, the heroes and heroines from earlier romances will have recurring roles as they progress toward their ultimate Happily Ever Afters). So skipping any of the novel-length installments will make the subsequent romance subplots in the "serial" less enjoyable.

But the good thing is that there are ONLY two novels out so far, so it will be easy to catch up! See below for ordering details!

You won't enjoy Nobody's Hero as much if you haven't read Masters at Arms and Nobody's Angel first, because Adam and Karla's relationship actually began nine years early in sections one and five of Masters—and continued to grow in Angel. 

The 115,000-word novel, second in the Rescue Me series,  

Nobody's Angel is available for $2.99 NOW at
Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords,
BookStrand, and All Romance eBooks.

 

MASTERS AT ARMS (only 99 cents!), the

introduction and first novel in the RESCUE ME series,

is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, 

All Romance eBooks, Bookstrand,

and at Smashwords. 

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Six Sunday: Karla's Unintentional Slow Tease (Nobody's Hero)

This week's Six Sentence Sunday is a continuation of my WIP It Wednesday excerpt, but Karla STILL hasn't gotten those skivvies off Master Adam. (You may recall, he ordered her to do it with her teeth—which has backfired on him, as most things do with Karla.) This scene is from my December release, Nobody's Hero (Book #3 in the Rescue Me series). Enjoy!

His cock pulsated in her hand. Slow, deep breaths. He tried to practice the techniques he'd learned in martial arts to slow down his heart rate, hoping it would lessen the pulsing in his dick. When she surprised him by letting the tip of her pink tongue tentatively lick him where her thumb had been moments before, he groaned, balling his hands into fists at his sides to keep from thrusting his hips up and ramming him cock down her throat. 

As if she were giving him a news bulletin, she paused to look up at him and announce, "You taste salty, Sir."

"Karla," he ground the words out, "get my fucking skivvies off—now."

Thanks for stopping by to read my Six this week. Each week, the new listing of Six Sentence Sunday (SSS) blogs go live at 9 a.m. EDT Sunday. This is a great way to find new authors to follow or read or to get exposure for your own writing! For a list of this week's participants in the SSS blog tour, go to http://www.sixsunday.com/. Search #sixsunday on Twitter, as well!

 

WIP It Wednesday: Karla's turn to torture Master Adam (Nobody's Hero)

I posted a bit of this scene from the December release, Nobody's Hero, on my Facebook wall yesterday. After two readers fainted and another said she was in a puddle under her desk at work, I thought perhaps this would be a good one to share in expanded (and revised) form for WIP It Wednesday this week. As you know from all of the "I haven't begun to torture you" snippets where Master Adam had the upper hand (and mouth), now we get to see what happens when Karla unintentionally tortures her Master.

"Oh, Sir. Keep doing that."

"Are you topping me, kitten?"

She grew tense and he regretted teasing her. Hell, he wanted to know what she liked, what she wanted. He let his hands glide down her arms, then pulled her against his chest. Her eyelashes fanned just above her cheekbones and her head lay against his shoulder. He reached around to cup both of her high, firm breasts in his hands. What would she think of having her tits clamped? He grasped each with one thumb and forefinger and squeezed, then twisted.

"Oh, God!"

Her breathy gasp and the arching of her chest toward his hands told him all he needed to know. Perhaps a combination of tit bondage and tit torture would be in store later, when they ventured downstairs to a theme room. If he'd known where tonight was going to lead, he'd have brought his toy bag up here. But he could wait.

"Tell me what you need, kitten." He nuzzled her neck as his right hand ventured south until he cupped her Venus mound and his middle finger stroked her wet slit. Her pelvis tilted to allow him access, but he waited for her to say the words.

She moaned in frustration.

"Tell me, kitten."

"I need you, Sir."

"You need me to what?" He could feel the heat rise from her face.

"I need you to…make love to me, Sir."

What Adam had in mind had nothing to do with love and her words made him feel a little guilty. Sure, he had feelings for her, but he'd never been able to love anyone. He needed to keep things on the level with her and keep her from entertaining any romantic notions.

"I want to fuck you hard and fast. Are you ready for that?"

She tensed. "I…um, I think so, Sir."

He chuckled. "Well, I think maybe we need to start a little slower, kitten. Stand up." She barely hesitated before standing. "Turn around." She turned to face him. He lay back on the bed. "Take them off." His gaze went to his black skivvies.

Karla hesitated a bit longer this time, her teeth nibbling her red lips, as she looked down at him and the outline of his rock-hard penis straining against his skivvies. Her tantalizing teeth and hesitation gave him another idea.

"Take them off with your teeth." God, he knew he'd regret this for the rest of his life, but having her sexy mouth that close to his dick was all he could think about right now.

She glanced down at him and smiled a shaky smile, then bent over him, bracing herself by placing her hands just above his hipbones, and took his waistband between her teeth. Shit. Her fingers touching his bare skin, holding one or both of them steady, caused his dick to bob against her chin. She stopped and pulled back, surveying the situation, then took the waistband between her teeth again and pulled it up and over his erection until the head peeked out.

She pulled back yet again and her face took on a playful expression. "My, what have we here, Sir?" she teased. Her hand reached down to cup his still-covered balls, then moved up the length of his mostly covered dick until she brushed her thumb over the bare head.

"Karla, you're playing with fire."

Ignoring him, her thumb pad rubbed over the notch in the head of his cock, which eagerly bobbed its welcome. "Oh, Sir, it feels like velvet."

Fuck. She'd apparently not even touched one before. He was going straight to hell for letting her continue down this path to debauchery, but he couldn't have stopped her now if he'd wanted to—which he most certainly didn't want to do.

"Remove them completely." He gave the command through clenched teeth.

"Yes, Sir." Her upper teeth scraped against his dick as they wrapped around the waistband again. He felt all the air leaving his lungs, but didn't have the wherewithal to replace it. So close. What would her hot mouth feel like sheathing his cock?

Don't go there, old man.

The tip of his dick brushed against her nose as she pulled his skivvies a little further down, nearly causing him to lose all control. Rather than take them all the way off, she got sidetracked yet again, which made him throb for her even more. With one tentative hand, she cupped his still-covered balls.

"Augghh." His hips lifted toward her face. Sweat broke out on Adam's forehead and he closed his eyes. Sweet Jesus, her hand felt so good on him, the combination of innocent naïveté and hesitant touch an incredible turn-on.

Rather than tell her what to do, he decided to wait and see what she'd do of her own volition in her first carnal exploration. Her sweet, warm breath on the head of his dick had him straining toward her. For the longest time, she merely stared at his dick, then she wrapped her tiny hand around his girth, over his skivvies, and applied the sweetest pressure. Torture. The woman was fucking torturing him, whether she intended to or not. When had he lost control of this scene?

She squeezed him and seemed surprised by the strength and muscle in his dick. But she didn't squeeze his balls or go straight to pumping his cock, as an experienced woman might. Instead, her thumb began stroking the exposed ridge on the head of his cock, back and forth, and he had to reach out and grasp her hand to stop her. Now he needed to slow things down. When she looked up at him, stricken with insecurity, he smiled his encouragement.

"Kitten, what you're doing feels so good, I'm afraid I might explode before I'm ready. Let's take this a little slower, okay?"

She smiled. "Yes, Sir." He loved the sense of newfound power she exuded. This woman would make some man very happy someday with her erotic mix of kitten and tiger.

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