Showing posts with label review. Show all posts
Showing posts with label review. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 August 2014

I got reviewed!

I'm going to blow my own trumpet. Does that sound rude to you? I'm not sure how it works as a euphemism. Anyway, one of my stories, Toasted Marshmallows, from The Big Book of Submission, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel and published by Cleis Press, was reviewed by Clitical's Jenne. And it's a rather positive review, saying things like this: 

I adore Toasted Marshmallows, and have read it more than a few times since I first discovered it. I love everything about this particular story, the writing, the plot and the characters.

Wowser. Also, this:

I feel like I’m inside this guy's head as I read the story, and that for me is what makes this story such a pleasure to read.

Jenne also has this to say about the anthology as a whole:

The stories have that one thread [submission] running through them, but they are so varied in how that theme is executed by the various writers.

For the full review, head over to Clitical

You can buy The Big Book of Submission: 69 Kinky Tales at Amazon USAmazon UK, and all your usual smutty bookstores.

Monday, 12 May 2014

I got reviewed...

...at BDSM Book Reviews. Cool, huh? 

Miranda's Tempest: Three Classic Tales with a Kinky Twist got rated 4 out of 5 paddles (with a sting factor of 3.5 out of 5) in a review by Master Peter Raven (@m_peterraven), who said this: 


All three stories are a fun read, and while it is not necessary to know anything of the originals they are based on, if you do it adds a nice little twist to them. The kink and the scenes are nicely hot, especially if you are in to FemDom. 

And who isn't into a little FemDom now and then?

For  more, see BDSM Book Reviews.

Oh, and if you want to buy the book, it's at Amazon and Amazon UK as well as all your other usual ebook retailers.

Wednesday, 4 December 2013

Review: Big Book of Orgasms

This one does what it says on the tin, as they say in the world of DIY. It’s a book (real or e), it’s big (69 stories big) and it’s focused sharply and overwhelmingly on orgasms. So what else could you possibly need to know?

I guess you’d want to know that the stories are fluently written, original and hot. Check, check and check. But I’m increasingly realising that this goes without saying in anthologies from Cleis Press. The stories are well chosen and professionally edited. So go buy it. What, you need more?

Oh, okay then, the book is addictive. You sit down and think, I’ll just read a couple before I go and do all those things on my to-do list. And then you think, just one more. Just one more. And before you know it, it’s way past your bedtime and all the things on your to-do list no longer seem like such high priorities. Each story is short, like an intense burst of orgasmic energy, which makes it all the more surprising when you realise how long you've spent with this book (and I say 'with' rather than 'reading' because of the likelihood of, er, interaction).

It’s all about orgasms. Yeah, I know, I said that already. And the title says that. But really, think about it. As a writer of erotica, I know how hard it is to describe an orgasm without them all sounding the same: the build-up of tension, the hardening of muscles, the release, the desperate search for a metaphor other than waves breaking on a shore. And how, sometimes, it’s better not to try to describe all the physical sensations at all. And how I've just described the female orgasm and forgotten all about the guys. Well, these 69 stories offer variety in the obvious sense - variety of genders, groupings, sexual acts, toys, vanilla and kink - but they also provide a whole new insight into orgasmic possibilities. They remind us just how many routes to la petite mort there are, and that no climax is ever quite the same as another. 

And, back in the spirit of DIY, there are a lot of solo stories, which is a such a refreshing change to the romance formula of couplings or the odd menage. It's a reminder that, yes having a partner or partners is all very nice, but it's not an essential requirement for sexual pleasure. How lovely, and empowering, and liberating, and other such self-help terms: we all have the wherewithal in our own fingertips (or the palms of our hands) to give ourselves joy in so many ways. And the chances are that if you read this book, you will. 

I received the Big Book of Orgasms: 69 Sexy Stories, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, to review from publisher Cleis Press. You can buy it at Amazon, Amazon UK, Cleis, iTunes and other major book stores.





Friday, 22 November 2013

"It left me wanting more"

I've had what I believe is my first proper review, for my ebook Miranda's Tempest, published earlier this year by House of Erotica. I'm not counting the two that show up on Amazon for Xcite anthologies I'm in. One of them says "it's just a collection of pornographic short stories" as if that's a bad thing (Cherry Ripe: 5 historical erotic romance stories). The other admits the stories are sexy, but the reader is glad they got the book as a freebie (Miss Pemberton's Drawers: 6 erotic short stories)! 

Anyway, John D of the blog John D Stories is posting a series of reviews of books by authors he's interacted with online. And that's the thing about being a writer or reviewer in the age of social networking - you can't hide from each other! But fortunately, in this case, that hasn't stopped John giving an honest appraisal of the book, with good points and bad. I'd much rather have that than have my ego massaged, when it really comes down to it. No really. Honest. I think. 

But, since I'm only human, I'm going to share some of the good things he said... and leave it up to you to go and read the rest of it over at his place. Incidentally, you'll also find reviews of Banging Rebecca by Alison Tyler and Xcite collections A Victorian Seasonal Spanking, featuring a tale by Victoria Blisse, and Deliberate Display, featuring one by Lucy Felthouse. 

Here's my favourite bit of the review of Miranda's Tempest; it's about the final story of the trio in the book, Penelope's Odyssey, which takes Homer's The Odyssey as its starting point but looks at it from his wife, Penelope's, perspective: 

The story lends itself perfectly to an erotic tale, and Tilly Hunter has, in my opinion, saved her best story until last. The text ebbs and flows effortlessly, drawing in a fantastic little story that moves at pace, with a great sex scene of female domination. It left me wanting more, which is no bad thing.

So there you go. I should warn you that if you visit John's blog you might get distracted by his own fiction, and the stories and pictures of his real-life antics...

Sunday, 27 October 2013

Review: Dark Secret Love by Alison Tyler

It's my turn to join in the big Dark Secret Love blog tour, with a review of Alison Tyler's novel. For all the blog tour stops and the chance to win a fabulous prize, check out her blog post all about it. Here goes:

So you’ve got kink at first sight (repeatedly), you’ve got a girl swept off her feet by a rich guy with a swanky home, you’ve got the obligatory BDSM club scene. You’ve got plenty of naughty bits simmering away continually throughout the story. A variety of hot men (and another woman), and the heroine’s escape from a life of ‘lights-out, minty-fresh’ sex, before she finds ‘the one’. Not to mention an exploration of the difference between being dominant and being an asshole, and of the nature of the BDSM ‘punishment’ game and what it means to ‘win’ or ‘lose’.

But this is no formula erotic romance with a bit of trendy spanking thrown in. Dark Secret Love is semi-autobiographical, said to be based on Tyler’s private diaries. Which bits are real, which bits embellished, which pure fiction, and what has been left out, the reader cannot know. But the novel has a matter-of-fact realism at its core. Every description of the BDSM elements rings true. Samantha is no cardboard cut-out; she’s a normal, complicated, contradictory woman who knows she’s sexually submissive and knows what she wants from a man. And as her love story develops, so does her life as a writer penning stories of kinky fantasies and further blurring the boundaries between reality and fiction.

The book has a tone of no-nonsense honesty and a fast pace with a terse style. In my notes as I read it, I wrote ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’, for Samantha gets through quite a list of encounters. I also wrote ‘certainly not romanticised (thank fuck!)’ for it is a gritty and sometimes challenging read. But despite its spareness, the novel is bursting with the sort of detail that makes it compelling, keep-you-up-at-night reading. At one point, one of her lovers, Nate, is encouraging her to develop her writing career and he says, ‘Your writing has this sort of breathlessness to it. You can tell there’s a soul behind the words.’ And if Nate says that of Samantha, then I’d say it of Tyler.

Samantha charts her life from high school, concentrating on her search for fulfilment of her kinky sexuality and her development as a writer. She has some fun with a couple of dominant guys before settling down to three messed-up years with Byron. Byron is dominant in all the wrong ways, making Samantha feel she is always a failure, while also making her ashamed of her sexual desires. He is the ‘normal’, socially acceptable guy she thinks she is meant to fall for and settle down with. Fortunately, she breaks free of his cycle of soul-crushing manipulation and gets what she needs from other men, eventually committing to Jack.

Now, here’s a little conundrum I suffered as a reader: I didn’t always like Jack, the hero of the tale. And if this was formula romance, I would not be surprised or particularly perturbed by that. But now I’m worried that it’s a real person I’m not always liking and this throws me into some strange metaphysical paradox because if he's Samantha's happily ever after, then I want to like him. One example of him bothering me is when Jack and Samantha get together for a second time, she is already seeing housemate Nate, who is portrayed as a really decent guy. And Jack gets annoyed because Samantha wants to do the decent thing and explain to Nate what’s happening. To me, it felt like Jack was annoyed at Samantha for having integrity.

But at its heart, that conflict is what you would expect from a realistic story, a possibly real-life story, rather than the erotic romance formula of 'chuck in a conflict for your characters to overcome'. This is a tale of the development of a deeply BDSM relationship between two realistic, complicated people. A relationship that gives the participants nowhere to hide, a relationship in which nothing can be secret and feelings cannot be buried – shame, desire, joy, hurt, jealousy – and in which each partner is laid bare to their core. And that’s a very brave thing to share with the world at all, wherever the text lies on the line from fiction to reality.

I was given a free copy of Dark Secret Love: A Story of Submission to review by publisher Cleis Press. You can buy it in paperback or ebook at Cleis Press, Amazon, and Amazon UK.

Tuesday, 27 August 2013

Books I should have reviewed

I always like to review books I've enjoyed. As I've said before, my reviews can be seen as my personal recommendations really. This isn't a dedicated reviews site, it's just about the often crazy things I happen to be thinking and reading and writing. And I try to keep it positive (mostly!). There are books I might only read the first couple of chapters of and decide they're not for me. I'm not going to plough on, or worse, review them without actually reading the whole thing, just so I can tell you that I didn't like them. Then there are books that I do get to the end of because I find them sufficiently readable and of interest in terms of keeping a general view of the erotica market, but I still don't love them enough to say 'wow, this is great, you should read it'.

The ones I do review are the ones that keep me up way past my bedtime. But I haven't been keeping up with them! So here's my backlist of books I will review when I find the time, but in the meantime want to say 'wow, this is great, you should read it'.

The Pet Shop by KD Grace - Such fun getting in touch with your raw animal nature. Readable, sensual and very different from what you might expect in a story in which people are treated like dogs!

Power Play by Charlotte Stein - I think even the most submissive-natured reader could imagine doing bad things to the adorable Benjamin. And Stein's breathless style and emotional depth are just irresistible. 

Red Velvet and Absinthe, edited by Mitzi Szereto - Sexy Gothic anthology with some brilliant writers and original ideas that go way beyond the expected. 

No Ordinary Love Story by Sophie Morgan - The autobiographical story which started in Diary of a Submissive continues, mixing up hot kink with the ordinary things of life, like cake. Yum.

Bending: Dirty Kinky Stories about Pain, Power, Religion, Unicorns & More by Greta Christina - As the blurb says 'A lot of fucked-up shit happens in a lot of these stories.' It's not wrong, although the stories are. Wrong, in a wide variety of wonderful ways.

Seven Scarlet Tales by Justine Elyot - And you thought spanking was simple. Well here we get a thorough investigation of all its nuances in seven stories that are linked together in an over-arching narrative.

Wednesday, 14 August 2013

Review: Banging Rebecca by Alison Tyler

Ok, so this story starts out quite standard. The old fantasy of the guy in the band actually noticing the girl who fancies him and them getting it on in an alleyway. From there they move quickly on to satisfyingly kinky sex at his place. And of course, their kinks happen to be perfectly compatible and they understand each other without having to have what I like to call 'The Talk'. It's tightly written, with some well-chosen background details of the Los Angeles night. And it's just fantasy-land enough for me to think, 'well, this isn't very safe, but hey, it's not real.' And it's just realistic enough for me to... well let's say, read on, and leave the rest to the imagination.

So far, so nicely escapist. In an inescapable bondage-y kind of way. Reminds me of the teenage crush I have on the singer from Biffy Clyro; the video for their single The Captain doesn't help - there's rope and flogging and a sort of cage thing below decks on a ship. But I digress. 

Tyler then ups the ante in a scene with a cane. You've got the old 'sub has to count the blows' theme. Well, Tyler reverses the order. Sub counts, then Dom hits. This messed with my head. It's just so different from the standard way of doing things. It's a pretty simple switch, really, but massively effective. It's the sort of thing that, as a writer, you wish you'd thought of already. And as a reader, putting yourself in the heroine's shoes - by which I mean cuffs - it's damn hot. 

So, you've been surprised once as you get right into Rebecca's head while this is going on. And the writing helps you get right there, deep into how she's feeling and what she's thinking. But then things ramp up a gear again. You see, it's the drummer of the band Rebecca's been playing with so far. But there's a singer too, you know. A singer she has a little fling with too. And when the two guys find out... What happens next? I don't want to spoil it. What happens next is very much in keeping with the escapism of the story, riding the edge of believability but just about pulling it off. What happens next surprised me - and believe me, my filthy imagination knows few boundaries. What happens next was off-the-scale hot, unexpected in all the right ways.

Banging Rebecca's a short read; I got through it in the bath. I'm sure there are other activities you could do in the same time frame that don't require the use of both hands. But don't be fooled by the opening into thinking it's just another formulaic casual hook-up story with a bit of dodgy kink thrown in. It's so much more than that. And then some. 


I bought Banging Rebecca at Amazon UK.

Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Review: Thrill Seeker by Kristina Lloyd

Sometimes, it’s nice to read a bit of light, escapist fantasy in your erotica. Thrill Seeker is not it; it’s dark and difficult and has no respect for the reader’s safeword. I have to admit that, sometimes, I even enjoy some pretty badly written BDSM on a bypass-the-brain, physical kind of level; stuff that has people do stupid things in the name of kink but glosses over the risk. Then I’ll read something that makes me remember just how bloody brilliant it is when a writer comes along and combines the hot-as-fuck kink with a well-crafted plot, characters you identify with and care about and a head-on intelligent treatment of the difficult issues. And that’s what Thrill Seeker is.

Natalie is looking for someone who can fulfil her kinky fantasies. She’s determined not to repress her desires but to live them. So she goes online, openly discussing what she wants, and finds a man who will kidnap her. Added to the mix are Liam, her fuck buddy who is a lovely, likeable character but vanilla, and Baxter, the ex she still thinks about constantly who did cater to her submissive tendencies but turned out to be still living with the wife he claimed to be separated from.

Here’s Natalie’s philosophy: “Basically, I could live or die; or at least, live a life not fully realised. Giving up on certain aspects of yourself, the parts others might find distasteful or threatening, is the easiest thing in the world. It’s the safest route, the path of least resistance. But I was starting to feel if I followed that track of inertia, my lost and abandoned fragments would return to haunt me.”

She’s completely aware of the risks she’s taking in sharing her kidnap fantasies online with a man she hasn’t even met, whose face she has never seen. But she does it anyway, letting him play out the fantasy without safewords or prior negotiation. The thing is, the encounter leaves Natalie dissatisfied; there’s no emotional connection. And so the quest goes on, eventually culminating in a dramatic denouement which eventually makes everything right with the world.

There are a few instances where there’s a twist in the tale, but you see it coming. But I think in this story, it works because it adds to the discomfiting tone of much of the narrative. There’s no big effort to conceal what’s going to happen, even if Natalie is unaware of it. The ‘reveal’ of the twist is not the point; the point is that jarring between Natalie’s perspective and the reader’s. You’re left viewing the book through the gaps between your fingers as you put your hands over your face and think, “Oh God, I know what’s happening here...”

It's a shame publishers don't invest more in erotica cover designs though. Not once did I think of Natalie as the sort of woman who would spend much time worrying about her manicure and nail varnish, nor did I think of the men as smart business types. 

I bought Thrill Seeker at Amazon UK. Published by Black Lace.

Monday, 20 May 2013

Review: Forever Bound


This is a great collection that features an awful lot of rope and a wide variety of stories that should provide something for anyone with any kind of interest in bondage. The plots generally revolve around the eroticism so the sexual tension is a driving force. The writing is invariably fluent and engaging throughout. It’s easiest to describe by what is not here – stereotypes of physical description, moments of confusion, clichéd characters. These stories strike a balance between being highly original and imaginative, without straying into the unbelievable.

The bondage – and that’s surely what we’re all here for – goes beyond the predictable. And it’s well described, which can be a challenge for anything beyond the basics. I have my favourites – and other stories I didn’t enjoy so much, but even those were entertaining; I didn’t regret taking the time to read them. There’s generally a good balance of settings, themes, relationships, emotional depth, types of bondage and other kinky content such as spankings and floggings, gags, orgasm denial, interesting sex toys, domestic discipline, breath play, anal.

So what do the characters get tied up with? Well, you’ve got bell ropes in a church, hemp ropes, unidentified ropes, belts, cling film, straps, cuffs, a leash, curtain ties. There’s suspension, tying to chairs, beds, tables, a billiard table, workhorse...

My favourite stories? Ring My Bell by Rose de Fer was a fantastic opener. It’s got that tension of a new relationship when one side is wondering whether the other will be able to fulfil their kinky fantasies. I love the way the ropes – a church’s bell ropes ­– they use (misuse?) are there for an entirely different purpose but prove to be so... versatile. The story gets deep into the sub’s mind and shows her imagination doing half the job of getting her suitably worked up. Giselle Renarde’s Madeline and More described the backdrop of a choir practice so vividly that I didn’t need to know anything about music to be hooked. And she manages to describe the bondage position clearly without losing pace. Beginner’s Luck by Annabeth Leong was just fabulous – I can’t resist an endearing male sub, especially when he’s all tied up and helplessly horny. The story explores what happens when one sub tries going on top for a change in the setting of a rope bondage workshop and the idea that the experience of being a Bottom can make for a fantastic Top. I love the way she physically manoeuvres him and teases him. Someone mop my brow...

There were a couple of minor negatives to the collection, in my opinion. There were no m/m stories, which seems like a drawback in an anthology which is otherwise so full of variety in its relationship dynamics. Also, with the exception of Leong’s story, those with a female dominant were stories of cold, unemotional encounters with professional-type dominatrixes (I always wonder if that should be dominatrices), unbalanced by any that took place within loving, long-term relationships. This stood out against the much more balanced variety of the femsub stories. 

On the other hand, the absence of a cheesy cover is a definite plus! I picked up Forever Bound at Amazon uk. It's published by Mischief and is another one that is a mere 49p at the time of writing. 

Sunday, 19 May 2013

Review: Confessions of a Kinky Wife


I've just read Confessions of a Kinky Wife by Justine Elyot, and I couldn't put my ereader down. I read it on a Sunday morning when I had planned to go out for a run. Instead, I just kept on reading until I'd devoured the whole book.

It’s highly readable, with a realistic plot and characters and a constant simmer of eroticism. Dan and Pip are a normal married couple who enjoy a good sex life. But Pip has fantasies of being disciplined by her husband for her ‘misdemeanours’. The story follows them from ‘The Talk’, when she finally plucks up the courage to tell Dan what she wants, as they pick out a path that suits them with the help of a spectacularly politically incorrect guidebook. A leather belt she buys him for their third anniversary plays a significant role in events.

This is an engaging story of two ordinary people in love with plenty of spice in the form of spankings, ‘corner time’, vibrators, butt plugs, anal sex and the odd handcuffs incident. It’s not a book of full-on lifestyle BDSM, exploring instead how two novices can incorporate elements of kink into their busy lives. And it doesn’t rely on exotic locations or fantastical escapism, instead delving deep into the secret emotions and desires of two people with the sort of work and social lives most of us can relate to. The story is highly believable and it’s satisfying as a reader to see an ordinary, loving relationship develop and deepen.

There’s enough discussion of the sexual politics of female submission to avoid glossing over obvious issues, but not so much that it detracts from the pleasure of the story. At first I was uncomfortable with the idea that Pip wants to be disciplined over areas of her character she wants to change – notably her bad temper – but everything is at her instigation, not imposed on her by Dan. That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t get to fulfil a fantasy or two of his own. It’s a learning process for both of them as they experiment and it’s that development through the book that keeps you hooked. Although the story touches on some pretty powerful sensations and emotions, it never gets too heavy and there’s often a touch of humour to lighten the tone.

I bought Confessions of a Kinky Wife at Amazon.uk. At the time of writing, it was 49p. Published by Mischief.

Sunday, 21 April 2013

Lust in Time reviewed


There's a fab five-star review of Lust in Time, edited by Rob Rosen, over at Hearts on Fire Reviews.
Reviewer Aggie says there's "a little bit of something for anyone who enjoys historical gay fiction". 
She picks out the stories she believes were the "standouts of the anthology and are what makes Lust In Time highly recommended and extremely enjoyable". And this is what she says about 27 AD, by yours truly:
I loved this because it was kinky, borderline non-consensual, and very erotic! Lucius, a Roman soldier, is basically f**ked  when he is captured by Finian, the barbarian enemy. And oh, what is poor Lucius going to do? The dude has a submissive streak in him a mile wide. He gives himself over to his captor with almost extreme glee and anticipation, and I loved it! Nothing like hearing a guy say that he “moaned like a wanton whore” as he is being ”pillaged” and “plundered” by his enemy. 
Gosh, did I write that story? Sounds pretty hot. Lucius falls head over heels for his captor and they get it on in sweet romantic style, which in Tilly World involves ropes and swords and mud and a strong, fighting man who loves being brought to his knees. 
I recently received my author copy of the book (thanks Rob!) and had to take a moment to rub its glossy cover against my cheek (no, not that cheek). I'm a convert to ebooks but a real, live book is still a little piece of magic.
Get your hands on Lust in Time at MLR Press, Amazon.com or Amazon UK.

Friday, 5 April 2013

Review: Vanilla with Extra Nuts by Victoria Blisse


What’s better than having one hot man attentive to your, ahem, needs? Having two, of course. That’s the upshot of this fun and fabulous story of one woman, her fella and her fella’s fella. The title itself had me hooked for its jokiness, which is perfect for the feelgood tone of the book. 

Although Megan and Adam have their problems – namely the fact that she didn’t realise he was bi, let alone in a casual relationship with another guy – there is little serious angst going on. The characters are wonderfully lacking in melodrama; they’re decent people and you want them to work things out. And while they are doing just that, they act like reasonable, mature people willing to listen and try to understand each other.

But that’s not to say that they’re not overtaken by their libidos. In fact, it seems to be the damn hot sex that makes their minds up that they can work things out between the three of them. As Adam says when they have a choice between talking and shagging: “Actions speak louder than words.” It’s the sort of sex that makes the heroine feel amazing about herself, which I guess is one measure of a good lay. When man No 2, Simon, joins in, Blisse makes the most of being able to describe the different approaches of the two men and all the possibilities for Megan of feeling two tongues on her body, four hands, two... you get the idea. The descriptions somehow seem dirty and sweet all at the same time; they’re incredibly evocative and, well, pretty spicy for vanilla!

It’s a light-hearted book full of lines like this: “It’s not something you can just throw into general chit chat. ‘Oh, by the way, I have a gay lover who thinks your breasts are magnificent, fancy a threesome?’” But at the same time, you find yourself caring about the characters, sharing their emotions
and wanting everything to work out well for them.

I bought Vanilla with Extra Nuts from Amazon. For other options, check out Victoria's blog post here.



Wednesday, 13 February 2013

Review: Kinky by Justine Elyot


First of all, I just have to say that I want a Dimitri. In fact, I think everyone deserves a Dimitri of their very own. Maybe a pocket-sized version so you can keep him with you at all times. He’s such a sweetie. He’s also the hero of this fabulous tale. A tale which has joined the ranks of books that kept me up past 11pm. And you should know that strange things involving pumpkins happen when I’m still up past 11pm.

It’s a beautifully well-written story of an office worker and a Russian wannabe actor brought together by their clandestine spying on an S&M club. But not as strange and circuitous as that sentence makes it sound. Anyway, Rosie and Dimitri watch a little schoolroom spanking scene and then manage to wangle an invitation to said club. As complete novices, they set about trying out its various rooms and items of equipment while Dimitri considers working as a professional Dom to beat the restaurant kitchen drudgery he’s ended up with.

So Dimitri = Dom. But he’s a million miles from the stereotype. Sure, he can be a little unpredictable and succeeds in embarrassing poor Rosie, but he’s also attentive, caring, funny and sweet. The sort of guy you think you can trust and you actually turn out to be right. And did I mention sweet? The other thing that really struck me about Kinky was that it manages to successfully negotiate that very narrow track of being both hot and humorous. It made me snigger, particularly where Rosie and Dimitri battle the language barrier and in Rosie’s increasingly preposterous bastardisations of another character’s name – Trixietots.

Elyot has managed to write a book about ‘the scene’ that steers an original and compelling path away from leather trousers and leashes. But it’s also a heart-warming romance between Rosie and Dimitri that leaves you genuinely wishing them well. 

Kinky is published by Mischief Books. I bought it at amazon.co.uk, here.

And for the love of gods, someone please tell me how to get rid of the white background from my first paragraph...

Wednesday, 23 January 2013

Review: Cute Boy Gets Squeezed by D.L. King


A big thank you to Alison Tyler, who's let me take part in the blog tour for her new anthology The Big Book of Bondage. Check out her blog, Trollop with a Laptop, for links to all the other reviews. I'm talking about D.L. King's story, one of 25 in this new offering from Cleis Press. So without further ado:

The real star of this story is not endearingly submissive Cute Boy or his kooky-but-caring play pal Evangeline; it’s a piece of equipment. The vac bed, to be precise – latex sheets out of which the air is sucked leaving the sub cocooned so tightly they can’t even twitch but with every contour of their body on display. I’d hazard a guess that most bedroom kinksters don’t have one and have probably never encountered one for real (go on, hop over to Google Images, I'll wait). And that’s what makes this story so irresistible. It’s the stuff of fantasy for most, rendered real in tantalising detail. The description of Cute Boy’s experience in the vac bed gains weight from the sparseness of description elsewhere; what the characters look like is largely left to the reader’s imagination.

The story has an easy, conversational style from the first-person viewpoint of Cute Boy. That’s in keeping with the casual nature of the relationship involved. There’s no romance and little emotional interaction here. But set against that is the intensity of Cute Boy’s physical need and his experience with this piece of equipment. Eve is no stereotypical Domme either; she’s more of a facilitator for his pleasure. She sounds more than a little bonkers and for Cute Boy there’s a thrill in the anticipation, the uncertainty, over what she’s going to come up with while knowing that, fundamentally, she’s not dangerous. Although there’s no seduction involved, she does constantly reassure him in her light-hearted way that everything is going to be ‘fun’.

It’s common for BDSM stories to try to untangle the psychology of submission or look for some reason for it in a person’s past experience. But that assumes a narrative viewpoint from outside of the world of kink, a place where justification and rationale might be demanded. Right at the start of the story, King openly dismisses this when Cute Boy begins to explain his kink and trails off with the words ‘yada yada yada’. But the whole story is, in a wonderfully subtle way, an exposition of a physical and psychological need that, in this case, seems to be completely natural. There are several moments when Cute Boy (who also goes by the name Pete!) has reservations – when Eve points out his ‘nice cock’ to her housemate, when there is the suggestion that said housemate is going to take photos of him, when she introduces the butt plug. But his expressions of unease are overwhelmed by his need. And when he sees the vac bed, his deep desire to feel its embrace shuts off the noise in his head and renders him hopelessly, sweetly, compliant. Add in a couple of toys and it leads to an orgasm the likes of which he’s never had before.

Cute Boy Gets Squeezed appears to be a simple, casual tale, but beneath its easy style lies an intensity of experience and a depth of knowledge about the nature of submission and restraint that is anything but.

Sunday, 13 January 2013

Review: Red Grow the Roses by Janine Ashbless


Vampires. Everyone knows the rules. We all own at least one Buffy box set. (No? Just me then. And it’s four actually.) The coffins, pointy teeth, superhuman speed and strength, vulnerability to garlic, crosses, holy water. That whole ‘inviting them in’ thing. We know it all until some new author comes along and chucks half the rules away, picking and choosing what suits their vamp world. I hated the invulnerability of the undead in the Twilight series. I can’t have been the only one homing in on the moment Jane of the Volturi makes Edward suffer, the one and only time he appears to be less than smugly invincible. (What, that was just me being sadistic then?)

Janine Ashbless has taken the vampire myth and made it her own. Yes, they sleep in coffins. Sometimes. But she really gets you to smell the freshly dug earth, hear the worms burrowing beneath you. No, they don’t show up in mirrors. Except when they do. But Ashbless portrays one that inhabits mirrors, and other reflective surfaces, a being so old she is ephemeral and barely exists in the material world any more. Yes, sunlight kills them. Unless they’re young in vampire terms. They have an insatiable blood lust. The blood we all know about, the lust less so even if it’s there in thinly veiled manifestation in every portrayal of punctured flesh.

Well, for these vamps, the lust is as unquenchable as the thirst for blood. And for their lucky human blood donors, their bites engender similar feelings of uber horniness. Don’t act surprised – you read my review of Ashbless’s Named and Shamed didn’t you? You knew there’d be sex. Lots of sex. All kinds of sex. Not to mention violence, particularly in the kinky cage fighting scene. I’d recently re-watched Fight Club when I read Red Grow the Roses and it all chimed quite nicely in my psyche’s own personal erotic thriller. (Repeat after me, the first rule of Fight Club...)

I love the way Ashbless chucks in obscure bits of folklore and mythology; things you think you knew somewhere at the back of your mind in a Jungian collective unconscious kind of way but could never have put into words. Ashbless puts those things into words, beautifully shaped words that are delightfully evocative. But what I’d really like to know is how on earth she knows about the giant pike I used to be scared of when kayaking as a teenager?

She’s a damn fine writer with the sort of style that flows along easily, making you perhaps forget how much skill it takes to produce. Red Grow the Roses is often discomfiting. The vamps treat humans as playthings to be used and discarded. They bicker amongst themselves and the book culminates in all-out nastiness between London’s six undead. But it’s also a book that draws you in and consumes you with the need to keep reading. You’ve been warned.

I bought Red Grow the Roses at Amazon.co.uk, where, at the time of posting this, it was still at the ridiculous price of 20p. Yes, 20p. 


Sunday, 6 January 2013

Thoughts: On Reviewing

I've been reading a lot of erotica lately. Lucky me! Some of it I review on here. Some of it I don't. I thought I should explain why.

I feel that it's important to have an idea of what's going on in the erotica genre so I know where my own work fits in. What I know for certain is that I'm never going to write the kind of material that becomes a phenomenon. You know the sort - like *that book* and its sequels which was such big news last year and will be again when it gets made into a film. There are others like it, all alpha males, billionaires, high society, slick city living and big business. I can't write that stuff and I don't want to. It's just not me. I prefer flawed people, slightly farcical situations, unexpected power relations, make-do-and-mend mentality, simple living and the great outdoors. 

I don't review books that I can't be mostly positive about. I will give my opinion of the odd shortcoming in a story I've enjoyed, but I'm not going to write a review slating someone's work just because it's not to my taste or is full of unfortunate errors. I may be a journalist in my other life, but here I'm blogging as a fiction author and I don't see the need to unnecessarily piss anyone in the industry off. And I don't think readers of my blog want that kind of thing either. So my reviews are really personal recommendations. I add edited versions to Amazon because I think it's important to support fellow authors, although I would never accept payment in return for a positive review.

I read the other stuff because I think it's important to be aware of it. And I may be muttering to myself about what a load of twaddle it is and rolling my eyes in exasperation at the cliches and stereotypes but I'm not going to share my scathing remarks, much as I'm tempted to bitch, on occasion.

On the subject of unfortunate errors, I'll be launching my own proofreading and editing business in earnest soon, having tinkered about with it for a while. That's why there's a new link on the menu up there, but the website still needs a tweak and a polish that is proving to be infuriatingly exasperating to a non-techie.

Of course, when I'm reading I always look like the woman pictured in the painting above by Howard Chandler Christy as long as you swap real paper and ink for an ereader.






Monday, 17 December 2012

Review: The Museum of Deviant Desires by Fulani


Fluently written, intelligent and super kinky.

The Museum of Deviant Desires was a real pleasure to read. Fulani knows his stuff, whether that’s 1950s pulp magazines or the right choice of whip. And he doesn’t keep you waiting for the kinky stuff only for you to find it’s some fluffy handcuffs and a blindfold. It’s full-on throughout with a well-stocked dungeon-full of BDSM hardware as well as some more sensual, psychological D/s scenarios. There’s a fantastically twisted imagination behind it too, with the scenes and references delightfully fresh and free of stereotypes but offering plenty of fodder for the perverse of mind.

I looked up some of the stranger references, out of curiosity, but even when they weren’t familiar to me, Fulani has a knack with description and imagery that brings them alive. There’s a densely packed richness to the stories.  And he uses big words. Complicated words like chthonic. The stories were often about the act of writing itself, so they are self-referencing, explicit about their existence as works of erotica as well as a set of imaginary places and events in the author or reader’s mind. These particular stories run on two tracks at once, which adds an extra layer for reflection and a way into discussion of the psychology of desire, while somehow managing not to detract from the reader’s absorption into the worlds they create.

I’m often ill at ease with stories of people indulging in bondage with strangers, especially when they happen to be women whom the author, in his or her wisdom, decides to imbue with feelings of low self-esteem, or anxiety, or nauseating naivety. Some of Fulani’s tales do involve women submitting to all kinds of risky shenanigans with strangers. But somehow, in this particular suspension of my disbelief, it feels acceptable. I think it’s the absence of fear on the submissive characters’ behalf and the utter reasonable nice-guy-ness of the dominants. No one’s having to be persuaded, in that terribly overdone way, to do anything they’re not comfortable with, thank goodness. (Although comfortable may be a poor choice of word here!) This is not so much kinky reading for the titillation of the mostly vanilla; it’s more like a fabulously perverse version of romance in a world in which kink is the normative framework of experience.

Dare I say it, in this age of speed reading, instant gratification and the eBook?... I liked the fact that some of the pieces were really short flash fiction. I kept thinking ‘just one more story’ and before I knew it I’d finished the lot and it was way past my bedtime.

Oh, and there’s a sense of humour too. Particularly in ‘$2.99’, the tale of an author’s revenge on a pirate downloader – the only story which involves someone who could actually be termed a ‘victim’, but hey, anyone who downloads pirate copies of books deserves it.

Addicted to Rope

The ‘bondage with strangers’ issue is back, big time, in this novella by Fulani. And in this case there is an element of it being new to the heroine and her having to be persuaded. But she persuades herself with very little effort on the part of our friendly neighbourhood Dom, Leo. And Leo seems like such a nice, genuine guy. I suppose the successful serial killers are probably the ones who manage to convincingly pull off the nice-guy act too. Oh well, I guess I must have double standards in my reading depending on the quality of the writing and the fickle nature of my whim. I finished Addicted to Rope in one sitting and immediately downloaded more of Fulani’s books. Legally. 

I bought The Museum of Deviant Desires and Addicted to Rope at Amazon.co.uk.

Tuesday, 20 November 2012

Review: Control by Charlotte Stein

Okay, I meant to review Make Me. Then I read something else by someone else. Then, before I knew it I was being lured irresistibly back to the mighty Charlotte Stein and started to read Control. I couldn't put the damn kindle down. 


The sheer intensity of Stein's writing, her quirky and witty turns of phrase, her ability to get you so deep under the skin of the characters you should probably be arrested for some kind of violation - they all amaze me. As a writer, I'm deeply envious of this woman. I love the way she comes up with unexpected ways to describe something that have you thinking, 'Yes, that's it exactly.' But which you would never have come up with yourself (speaking for myself; I don't know about you, maybe you're Shakespeare reincarnated, in which case would you like to come over for dinner?). Anyway, I mean things like this: 'Blissful bonelessness takes over. I think I sag all the way through the mattress to the floor below.' I love the way her heroines can be unsure of themselves in their inner monologue without ever falling through doorways, biting their lip or flicking their hair. 

Control is an exploration of dominance and submission totally without any of the usual cliches or stereotypes. It's pure, tweed-clad joy in giving in to your fantasies. Madison is looking for an assistant for her erotica bookshop. The dirty-talking, order-giving Andy is not suitable, although his interview at the kitchen table proves interesting. Quiet, repressed Gabe, who is secretly a seething mess of kinky desires, gets the job. And Madison sets about finding out what makes him tick. Which is mostly being ordered to do things he's ashamed of.

Make Me was damn fine too, full of the subtle power play of a kinky threesome. I love the way the heroine is perfectly happy having two men at once. Greedy, in fact. Anyway, I'm quite sure I'm going to devour everything Stein has ever written, but I promise to stop wittering on about it so much because I'm starting to feel like a crazy stalker fan.

Control is published by Xcite Books and Make Me by Mischief Books.

Saturday, 10 November 2012

Review: How to Write Hot Sex


This guide, edited by Shoshanna Evers, should be a must-read for anyone in the early stages of becoming an erotica writer. It combines a wealth of useful, practical information with some thought-provoking debates on the nature and appeal of erotica. I didn’t always agree with the authors but I did welcome the range of points of view.

One of those debates is the distinction between porn, erotica and romance. One chapter, Writing the Fine Line Between Erotica and Porn by Kate Douglas explicitly attempts to differentiate with a view to avoiding being labelled as porn. Personally, I’m not so precious about what people call my work as long as they enjoy it. But I can see Douglas’ point in that porn may have no real story behind it. In her piece, she explains how motivation, strong characterisation and plot are what make the difference. And that’s good advice for any kind of writing, whatever you want it to be called.

On the other hand, running throughout the book is another debate about the place of plot in erotica. Controversially, Cara McKenna writes: ‘When I write erotica, I don’t saddle myself with the burden of plot.’ In her view, this avoids making the sex scenes seem like they’ve been ‘crow-barred in’. And sure, you don’t want your characters suddenly dropping everything because you’ve gone 500 words without them getting down and dirty. But other authors bring different perspectives and flesh out what plot means in erotica. Christine d’Abo writes about how sex, although a necessary component, is not the heart of what’s happening and must be a means for the characters to develop. Isabo Kelly writes: ‘They want story with their sex’ and explains how the sex must mean something to the plot. Delphine Dryden, writing about BDSM erotica, advises to ‘think of yourself as writing a story first,’ while Cari Quinn says you are ‘telling a story through sex’.

Douglas’ debate about whether or not we’ve crossed the line into porn feeds into another debate over crossing our own personal lines as writers. Several of the authors mention the need to avoid self-censorship, not worrying about what people will think of you for what you have written. Quinn tells us ‘Don’t be afraid to go there,’ don’t hold back on an idea because our inner critic is telling us it might be too much. And as McKenna puts it, it’s that ‘edge’, the nudge into feelings of emotional discomfort or shame for our characters that can make a story sparkle. It’s when your brain says one thing but your body’s not listening.

That inner censor is a real demon, telling you that if you write about BDSM everyone will assume you have a fully equipped dungeon in your cellar. But as Giselle Renarde recalls the words of Selena Kitt: ‘You don’t have to be a murderer to write a murder mystery’. McKenna adds her voice to this side of the debate, assuring you not to worry about readers thinking everything you create is autobiographical. But you do have to do your homework and in the days of the internet you can engage with people who do know and find out an awful lot without leaving home. Christina d’Abo writes about how you can produce m/m romance if you’re not gay, and indeed not actually a man at all, giving a useful tour of the biology and logistics of gay sex and a warning to avoid the stereotypes of drag queens and fashion designers. Dryden’s advice on writing BDSM is similar; you may not have to practise it, but you don’t want to make it obvious you don’t by getting it wrong.

As well as d’Abo’s guide to gay sex, there are other practical tips and glossaries from Renarde on the nature and psychology of fetish and Dryden on the terms used in BDSM. Jean Johnson goes over the physiology of arousal and the difference between the genders, with an anatomy lesson of the all-important naughty bits. Editor Shoshanna Evers gets down to basics with a survey of the publishing industry and how to make a professional approach.

But what about the writing itself? Tips please... Well, Charlotte Stein talks commas, sentence length and repetition, showing how a little finesse with these can help your reader get under a character’s skin. She also explores the issue of deep point of view, the emotions and inner dialogue that bring an erotic encounter alive. I swear that woman could write about grass growing and she’d have readers dashing off to the loos for a quickie. But I guess to watch grass growing, you’d have to be lying in it. Up close. Maybe the dew is dampening your skin... but I digress. When it comes to erotic content, Quinn reminds us of the value of talking dirty, how realistic dialogue can bring out the emotion. Desiree Holt goes over ways to use all five senses, while McKenna suggests cutting through the dullness of perfection in our characters and their sexual encounters and into the ‘ugly’.

With Evers’ advice on reviewing and the importance of avoiding pissing people off in mind, I’ll keep my criticisms short and sweet. My main gripe with the book was how the self-promotion sometimes leaked out of the ‘about the author’ section into the main pieces, including sometimes overly long extracts from their own work. I also thought it would have been nice to hear from some male writers.

Saturday, 13 October 2012

Review: Deep Desires by Charlotte Stein

This is one intense read. You get deep into the character of protagonist Abbie, hearing her thoughts as they arise in all their fucked-up but totally realistic honesty. The entire story takes place within the confines of an apartment block and, although background is skilfully woven in, the sharp focus on such a narrow geographical space ramps up the tension. Stein squeezes every drop of emotion and sensuality out of the two main characters’ developing relationship. It’s got mystery; it’s got violence; it’s got damaged psyches; it’s got witty conversation; it’s got BLT sandwiches; it’s got... after a long and agonising build-up... damn hot sex. Fluently written, with quirky turns of phrase and imagery, and rich in detail, Deep Desires is a gripping tale that had me hooked.

In the grand scheme of erotica, it manages to get into the territory of trust and surrender without any of the accoutrements of kink (unless you count one blindfold and Ivan's 'rape-me' video). It is also thankfully free of romantic stereotypes and clichés. Very dark a lot of the time, but ultimately uplifting as Abbie and Ivan find hope in each other, this is a delight to read.

As an entirely pointless aside, I noticed the cover image had been used in a feature in Woman magazine from October 8th: 'My husband was secretly gay.' It was my gran's copy, all right?!

I bought Deep Desires from Amazon UK. Published by Mischief Books.