A couple things from this week…

#1: The revelation that Amazon might be paying some authors a fraction of a penny per page read. Everyone acts surprised, even though Amazon has been mistreating authors for years. (Go here to see how Amazon treated me when I stood up to a pirate who probably costs them tens of thousands of dollars in lost revenue.) They already have been allowing readers to buy a book, read it (or even pirate it) and then return it for a refund. And now, they’re deleting reviews if they suspect that the reviewer knows the author (of course, they refuse to explain how they arrive at the conclusion that the author and reviewer know each other… nor is there any right to appeal or even to dispute to a real human being.)

Very simply, people need to stop putting all their eggs in the Amazon basket. If you ate at a restaurant, and the waitstaff was rude, the service mediocre and then they suddenly vastly diminished the portion sizes, would you bitch about it on social media and then keep eating there? Or would you find another place to frequent?

Encourage your loyal readers to support you by obtaining your books on Smashwords or other sites. Give them a quick tutorial on the couple of extra steps that might be necessary to get a SW book onto their Kindle. And, be sure to point out that Amazon is obviously actually tracking what they’re doing on their ereader after they’ve purchased and downloaded the book. And that’s just creepy.

#2: #AskELJames. This was nothing more than a bunch of classless individuals trying to fire off witty putdowns in 140 characters or less. Instead of snide remarks, how about asking adult questions such as: “Critics often allege that your story is the exact same story as Twilight. How do you respond to such critics?” or something otherwise intelligent.

Some people shrugged it off. “She doesn’t care, she’s laughing all the way to the bank.” Think about it. What if you went to work, and your boss/coworkers were constantly putting you down. Criticizing every report you filed, every line item of every to-do list you completed, every facet of every project you worked on. And suppose in addition to this, they constantly barraged you with personal put-downs. Would you laugh it off and rationalize it because a paycheck is being direct deposited every other Friday? Or would you be upset? Don’t assume that people don’t have feelings just because they are financially successful.

To authors in general, and erotic authors especially… EL James is still one of us. She’s not a card-carrying member of the Erotic Authors Guild, but still part of the genre. Shame on you if you were one of those participating in bashing her.

There is already enough hate and bullying in the book world. Authors tearing each other down rather than helping one another. I have never witnessed so much virulent hate… and this includes having fought in a war in which the people on the other side were striving to kill me.

So, in summary: stop the hate and bullying, and stop kissing Amazon’s ass.

Book release…

Ella Dominguez's book "Altered State" is now live...

Ella Dominguez’s book “Altered State” is now live… here it is as featured in the Guild’s recent PSA…

Our Guild author’s release has gone live.
AmazonUS: http://amzn.to/1PQSwvI
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/546213
All Romance Ebooks:
Createspace (paperback): https://www.createspace.com/5375554 (also available on Amazon Prime)

Saturday spankings…

For the “Saturday Spankings” blog hop… an excerpt from “Back to School”…


Even through the material of Kristi’s skirt, it smarted. But, just as much, it took her completely by surprise.

OWWWWW!! Heyyyyyy! What do you think you’re doing… OWWWWW!!!” He connected with her ass a second time. She spun around to confront him, but he grabbed her by the arm and swung her around, pushing her toward the desk. Kristi put her hands out as he slammed her onto the wooden surface.

“You’re not supposed to touch me!” was the first thing that came to mind.

“And you,” he growled, “aren’t supposed to act like a disrespectful little harlot in my school.”

She was now bent over the desk, her sneakers barely touching the tile floor. Mr. Smith’s hand was pressed against the small of her back, holding her in place.

Her skirt had ridden up, revealing the black thong she’d worn today.

“Ah, yes, miss. I see what sort of activity you are ‘majoring’ in at this institution…” He plucked at the waist string with his thumb and forefinger, and then released it to snap back against her hip.

“Hey! DON’T fucking touch me—”

This is what I’m talking about,” he admonished, as if she hadn’t spoken at all. “Young harlots like you with a complete lack of self-respect. Which tells everyone around you that they needn’t respect you either.”

She was squirming, but her position on the desk was too awkward to do anything. “Listen, guy, you’re making a mistake— OWWWWW!!!!” His firm hand connected again—this time with her ass sans the protection of the skirt. She continued kicking and struggling, but he held her down easily.

Stop it!!! Let me up—” This time, he nailed the other asscheek. As he drew back to spank her again, Kristi managed to get her hands down there to block him.

“Move your hands, missy,” he demanded.

“Let me go, you sick twisted fucker.   Now!” Kristi demanded. “HELP!!! HELP ME! HEL—” His hand left her back and clamped over her mouth, as he leaned over her and used some of his weight to hold her in place. “MMMMF!!! MMFFFF!!!!

“Shhh,” Mr. Smith hushed her. “The library is right above us. There are students trying to learn. The ones who didn’t cut class,” he emphasized.

“Now, it looks like you want to make this harder than it is,” Mr. Smith remarked. “First, let’s deal with your dress code violation, shall we?” He grabbed at the lacy material of her thong. With one swift, strong motion, he pulled. With a loud rending sound, it tore off of her…

Back to School

Back to School

Pick up “Back to School” on Amazon:



And now, for something cool and creative.

I was browsing the web and came across an article about “10 buried treasures you can actually find.” This one was #10. A multimillionaire archaeologist and author has buried a treasure chest full of gold and other valuables somewhere in the Rocky Mountains. One of his books also includes this map with a poem/riddle. According to him, the location of the treasure appears somewhere on the highlighted portion of this map, and the poem tells you how to find it. The trick seems to be to figure out the starting point.

According to the man, who is still alive, people have successfully solved the first parts of the riddle and found themselves in the right place, but not been able to follow the remaining parts (there are nine clues in the body of the poem.) He states that people have come within 500 feet of the treasure.

In analyzing these clues, and others he has dropped from time to time in media interviews, I initially was “sure” the treasure was in or near Glacier National Park in Montana. However, I no longer believe it’s in Montana, although it’s not ruled out.

Yet more insight into fascinating things to occupy my time when I should be writing.

a map to actual treasure

a map to actual treasure

tsu … no, it’s not a college. but is it an answer to our social media problems?

Many authors have begun playing with tsu.

A few bullets on this:
* Not a secure webpage. Note how many pages such as Facebook have SSL… that little lock that appears next to the URL, or at the bottom corner of the page, depending what browser you’re using. Also you’ll note that the URL doesn’t start with https.
* Appearance is a lot like Facebook, which will certainly appeal to people who don’t really like change (which would be the majority of, well, everyone.)
* There seems to be a sense of urgency to get over there and get things going, based upon rumors of Facebook changes in 2015 and how they will spell doom for authors. The fact is that we aren’t even sure how heavily these changes will affect us, if at all. For all we know, they might be aimed at huge businesses and ignore us entirely.
Don’t get me wrong. I despise FacebooKK and would love nothing more than to see it, and its second cousin Amazon, die a quick death. But the fact is that these entities are a significant part of what many independent authors do. We don’t want to put all of our eggs in one basket (as many have unfortunately done with FB and Amazon) but we also want to make sure not to put them in the wrong basket. A year or so ago, there was a somewhat large push for a new site called http://www.bdsmfriendbook.com. Now, it’s no more.

I also think the overall mindset needs to change somewhat. Rather than worrying about directing your readers and followers to Facebook, or tsu, or Google, focus on bringing them to YOUR site, then giving them the ability to read and interact via blogs and newsletters.


Sometimes, you've gotta play to lose.

Sometimes, you’ve gotta play to lose.

It’s time to explain the rules of tonight’s game.

The two of you kneel at attention–you, and the playmate we picked up from the bar.

I’m going to remove my pants. You’re going to grab Stacy by the hair, and lead her to me. Guide me into her throat. Grip her hair and her head tight and fuck me with her succulent mouth. The rougher the better. She’s allowed to use her hands on herself, but may not interfere in any way.

After thirty seconds, you will switch places. She’ll grab your lovely red hair and together she and I will fuck your face.

In another half minute, you’ll switch again. And again. And again.

She bites her lip with nervousness and excitement. “How long–”

“Until I cum,” I explain. “And if I cum in your mouth… you lose.”

A blush races across her chest, and your heartbeat quickens.

“What happens to the… um, the loser?” she wants to know.

Wordlessly I remove my belt, double it into a loop, then pop it in front of both of you.

Her eyes get wider and she trembles visibly. You quiver as well. You can still feel the dull sting on your thighs, courtesy of the same belt from earlier this evening when you took too long to get ready.


She exhales, giving a nervous smile as you take your place behind her. Her disadvantage, of course, is that you know exactly what I like, how I like it, when I like it.

Her advantage is that you usually play to lose.


Taboo Tuesday bloghop

An excerpt from Gallery

Left alone for hours at a time…

…at random intervals, we stimulate her…

…biting her nipples…

…a finger slipped inside her…

…the crack of a belt across her belly…

…nibbling on one of her toes…

…ice water poured on her breasts…

…a single feather, teasing her…

…a freeze pop suddenly violating her…

She cries, screams, begs… but it doesn’t change anything…

Sometimes she’s begging for it to stop…

…other times, for it to continue…

Taboo Tuesday

Taboo Tuesday bloghop

An excerpt from Road Trip (a dark erotic story from Crossroads)

… he pulled her by her hair and slammed her over the hood of the car as he fumbled with his belt. “Please…” Amanda squirmed on the hood. As he drew the belt back, she covered her exposed asscheeks with her hands.

“Move your hands. Put them on the hood, bitch.”

“Please, no,” she begged…

Craig’s hand slid up her thigh and found its way to her shaved pussy… he slid his finger inside her and began fucking her with it. “You dirty fucking whore. Make that married pussy cum all over my fingers… Afterward, I’m going to whip your ass for being a disobedient whore…”

Amanda bucked against Craig’s fingers, her hips seemingly having a mind of their own as her orgasm overtook her…