Saturday, 29 March 2014

In which I wax poetic about The Beast being banned.

It's back up now, for now. I don't know how long Amazon will leave it there...

So get your copy now! ;)

First off, buy links:

Smashwords (they carry all formats and you can even pay using paypal!)



Barnes and Noble

Ok, now onto the personal stuff about this book and being banned.

So yes, this is considered a "dark erotic romance," and yes, there are some horrible things discussed in the course of the story.

I think most people got it though, that it's not glorifying abuse or rape, it's glorifying surviving these events.

It's about letting people know that even if you have been abused, or raped, or gone through sexual are still allowed to enjoy dirty sex.

You were raped and still love being held down and fucked hard? There's nothing wrong with that. It doesn't mean you are broken or messed in the head or deserved to be raped the first time.

You were molested and enjoy Daddy role playing? Don't let anyone tell you that you are sick, or a freak, or that the events in your past are controlling you.

If you have been damaged somehow, survived it, and continue to thrive...this is your story. Your sexuality is about you, not about what happened to is all you. Enjoy your kink, enjoy your smut, and never let anyone tell you that you need to be healed if you like it a little more crooked then the norm.

Define your own normal, and write yourself that happily ever after.

Friday, 28 March 2014


Amazon has decided to block sales of my latest novel, The Beast. At this point I have no idea why, I have not heard back from anyone regarding this matter. I would like to say, there was NO rape in this book, and NO child sex...there was dubious consent and the main characters had histories of being abused. That was it. It really wasn't that "dark" in the grand scheme of things.

I have a feeling, based on recent negative reviews and comments regarding my good reviews, that this was a deliberate and guided attack on my novel. I was in the top 100 within a couple of days of publishing, and was selling hundreds of copies a day. I was number one all over the world in several different categories.

The stupid thing, assholes who reported my book, is that my sales were going down as of today pretty much. I was sitting at 138 the last time I checked, and although I might have had a couple of death shudders, I'm sure I would have slowly slid down the ranks until I was holding steady around 1000 or so.

So, thank you reporting fuckers, you have just spotlighted my lovely book again and given me a platform to call attention to it. Assholes. I hope you choke on your own bilious resentment.

The good news is that THE BEAST IS STILL FOR SALE! Although Amazon is essentially the Wal Mart of the internet, and I cannot force a store to carry my product, there are some mom and pop places that carry it.

Without further ado, you can still find it here: (they carry all formats and you can even pay using paypal!)

So take that, reporting fuckwads. Do go choke on a bag of dicks now.

Thursday, 27 March 2014

Therapist Teasers...

These are perhaps startling when taken out of context.

Then again, they are rather startling when read within context.

Therapist is a few weeks in the life of a sociopathic Therapist. Dr. Alexandre Dane specializes in treating women who have suffered traumatic sexual events.

He's very good at what he does because he really enjoys his work.

TBR him today, and hang on until late April/early won't be long now before you have a chance to climb on the couch with the good Doctor Dane.

And wait, what's this? You made it this far?

Goody for you, you get to read a small extra excerpt from Therapist. ;)

As always, unedited first draft, subject to change etc etc:

I unwrap my hand from her hair, pick up her panties and clean myself off. She moves slowly, like she’s in shock. She takes the panties as I hand them to her, balls them up with the tissues, pulls her skirt down and sits back on the sofa.
Her face is streaked with tears and she looks stunned.
I zip my pants up, sit back down in my Eames lounger, and scribble a few notes. Nonsense, it's just for show. She is watching me like a mouse in front of a snake. I love it, she’s really into this little performance.
“Now do you understand how much I want to help you?” I ask her and lean back, cross my leg and stare at her.
“Yes,” she mumbles and tries to straighten her hair. She’s a mess. She takes a long breath and wipes her nose with the balled up panties and tissue. She can’t make eye contact yet.
“Hey,” I tell her and she looks up, “it’s ok, tell me what’s on your mind.”
She looks at me then, takes another shuddering breath and asks, “Are you ever going to kiss me?”
I smile and nod and reply, “Yes, when you are worthy. When you are clean.”
She gives me the smallest smile and sits up straighter on the sofa. We make small talk until I see the clock hit four forty five. I cut her off in mid sentence and say, “You need to leave now, you’re a fucking mess and I can’t look at you any more.”
Her face falls, but she doesn’t protest. She takes the ball of tissues and panties and shoves them into her bag. As she stands, she looks over at me and asks, “Is there somewhere I can clean up?”
“Yes,” I say, “there’s a public restroom on the second floor. I’ll see you next week, same time.”
“Yes, I'll be here Dr. Dane,” she replies and opens the door to leave. She pauses with her hand on the doorknob and says, “Thank you for today’s session, I feel like we have made progress.”
I smile at her and see her face light up. She’s like a puppy, the more you kick her the less it takes to make her happy. “That’s right, there's my bright little girl. I’ll see you next session.”
She closes the door and I lean back, hands behind my head, to examine the trigger. What was it about the booze and cigarettes that brought about that response in me?
It occurs to me at last and I reach for my phone. I call Plain Jane and ask her to meet me for drinks. I have the oddest compulsion to talk to somebody about this.

Monday, 17 March 2014

The Beast Buy Links and teasers...

Everything you could possibly want about The Beast in one handy spot. ;)

Buy links:

Amazon USA:
Amazon UK:
Amazon Canada:


I will update these links as the book reaches other online stores. The paperback is being formatted today and should be available soon.

The Blurb:

Dimitri Sokolov is a man scarred, physically and emotionally. From the rough streets of Moscow to the highest ranks in the Solntsevskaya Bratva, he has seen it all.

An attack four years ago left him disfigured and in seclusion, hiding from reactions to his appearance and in safety from those who failed to kill him the first time.

Comfortable in his penthouse, managing his billion dollar businesses, he's resigned himself to be alone, simply called The Beast among those who've dealt with him in the past.

Columbia Grey is a pseudo-activist trying to save her neighbourhood from a developer intent on levelling it to build apartment towers. She goes along with a plan to confront the CEO of the company on his own turf, to force him to listen to her demands...all in a pathetic attempt to impress a man she barely likes.

Little does she know, she's taken herself into the mouth of the beast, a man familiar with death and destruction, sex and seduction, a man used to getting exactly what he wants and a man with nothing left to lose.

She's a beauty, but will that be enough to tame the beast and save her life?

*** Warning, this is a classified as a dark erotic novel. It deals with some pretty heavy themes. It may trigger those who have experience sexual abuse, rape, violence, basically a shitty childhood or life in general. I must be kind of messed in the head, because I thought it was a touching story full of amazing imagery and people with hearts that continue to beat and seek the beauty in the world in spite of life grinding them into nothingness. Apparently some early reviewers have found mainly the darker elements, so consider this your warning, for what it's worth. This is not a fairy tale, this is what happens when the music ends and life goes on after the credits roll. This is about simply existing until you find yourself and write your own happily ever after, no matter what form it takes.

The Cover:


Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Writing Prompts, the flaky side of Jaden. ;)

As a photographer and writer, I used to give myself writing prompts. I would look at one of my photographs and come up with a quick few sentences to describe a scene.

I was just digging around my Goodreads account and found some!

Here they are:

"Excuse me," she said as she sidestepped the sidewalk vendor. She was moving fast, as fast as she could without calling attention to herself in this crowded, damp city. She knew they were right behind her, but she refused to glance back. If she could just reach him, fall into his arms, she would be safe. They could do nothing within his reach. She quickened her step and breathed in the scent of exhaust and garbage, and him...he was close.

She saw him pause then, and sniff the air. He was a magnificent beast, his rough coat hung flattened in the rain. "Can you catch his scent?" she asked. He turned to her, golden eyes glowing in the grey light. "Yes, Mistress. What would you have me do?"

Her breath froze in the winter air, hanging like a cloud come to earth. Her normally pale skin flushed with colour as she closed her eyes and sighed. "Kiss me," she said, and we fell into it, our bodies soaking up the heat of our lust, clouds dispersing around us like halos.

The sudden rush of a bird in flight drew my attention to the sky. He soared there for a moment, silent, dark against the map of clouds. Sorrow encompassed my heart, grief for the quiet, drifting lands I would never know.