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“Heir Salon 2” – Out now!

Hello hello! Out today for all you fine readers out there is my latest erotica tale, “Heir Salon 2!” This is, as you probably already deduced, the hot sequel to the exceptionally well-received “Heir Salon” that I released about a month ago.

This hot tale continues the saga of Betty as she desperately tries to figure out what’s happening in the town of Passion Heights. Of course, it’s awfully hard to figure that out when she’s regularly imbibing “drugged” truffles that make thinking about anything but slobbering over hard alpha cocks the hardest thing in the world. Will she able to solve the mystery? Mmmm…I don’t know! Probably I should stop eating those truffles too!

Any lovers of sexy tales with plenty of bimbo transformation, rough sex, alpha males, babymaking action (with NO protection), sex slaves, mind control, lactation, and LOTS of other kinks will adore this hot number!

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Here’s the official blurb:

“I just want to be a good girl for my Man…”

There’s only one thing certain in the strange, erotic town of Passion Heights: something wickedly hot is happening at the Happy Hair Salon. Strong, independent women go in, and giggly, fertile sexpots obsessed with serving their Husbands and creating heirs come out. The beautiful Betty finds this out firsthand when her voluptuous friend Jasmine investigates the Salon and comes out six sizes slimmer (except in her bust, of course, which is bigger than ever, and overflowing with creamy goodness) and utterly obsessed with her Husband’s huge, virile member.
Betty must help her friend, and the rest of the women of this town, somehow. But whatever is happening to those women affects her too—she can hardly be in her own Man’s presence without turning into a puddly mess of lust, and her knees knock with primal need just from imagining how he fills her up with his potent loads. With her own appointment at the Happy Hair Salon mandated by her husband, Betty has to figure out the secret of Passion Heights soon—or else she will become a giggly, nymphomaniac bimbo with overflowing cups just like all her friends.



The last few hours before dawn she spent making Lane’s breakfast and lunch. He had stopped eating anything she didn’t make. He worked so terribly hard, Betty knew. It was her responsibility to make food for him. It wasn’t like she had a real job.

Thoughts of her novel writing had faded far, far into the background. First, she had to figure out what was going on with this town. Somewhere in the glazed back burner of her mind, she thought maybe there was material here for a novel.

Jasmine smiled broadly at the sight of Betty. “Oh, hello dear!”

It took Betty several moments to say anything in response. Jasmine looked…different.

No, Jasmine was different. Gone was the slightly-overweight, studious looking young woman who appeared as though she could easily go toe-to-toe on every historical subject from Aristotle to Shaka Zulu.

The person in front of Betty now was a voluptuous knockout. Her long, dark hair fell in waves down her back. She wore a tight purple dress and monumentally tall boots that wrapped lovingly around her calves. Her cleavage, hot and inviting, was displayed with exuberance in the long v-neck of her dress.

Step inside, dear. And close your mouth. You’ll let flies in.”

Betty followed her in. They strolled into the kitchen.

The radio blared its static. Some of Betty’s anxiety automatically went away. A woman belonged in the kitchen. Two women were even better, so long as they wanted the same things.

Now,” said Jasmine, her voice pleasant and cool. “Whatever did you want? You were making quite a fuss at the door, dear.”

I wanted…”

The radio blared. Betty wanted her. She wanted to slide her face against Jasmine’s sweet, perfect dark tits, rubbing her pink tongue over those nipples and—


Jasmine’s smile grew. “No what, darling?”

No.” Betty shook her head. “Just no. I’m sorry. This is all wrong.”

What’s wrong?”

You! You’re wrong. Your hair. Let’s start there.”

Oh, lovely.” Jasmine swept the thick locks all to one side, holding them up for examination. “Should I die it, do you think? Mister Powell wasn’t convinced, and he is a Man, but also, I wondered if my womanly expertise might be able to be used to surprise him. Perhaps if we both thought about it—”

No. That’s not what I meant. I mean it’s different. Changed. You went to the salon. Did you get…extensions?”

The question was absurd, given the clear change to the rest of Jasmine’s body. But it was all that Betty could come up with. Heat crawled up from her needy cunt, spreading outward all over her body. Every moment she had to hold in a moan, knowing that she had kissed Jasmine before.

Knowing she could kiss Jasmine again…


“Revenge By Trance Bundle” out today!

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Out now for all of you wonderful people is my NEWEST bundle, the “Revenge By Trance Bundle!” This hot little number combines three VERY well-received mind control eroticas, “Revenge on His Hot Assistants,” “Revenge on His Snobby Step,” and “Revenge on His Unfaithful Wife.”

These three stories tell the saga of Warren, a down-on-his-luck stage magician who just can’t seem to catch a break. His gorgeous wife hates him. His spectacularly sexy step-sister and her lover think he’s trash. His hot-as-hell assistants want to quit on him and ruin his dreams, and to top it off, he’s got a heavy-handed loan shark who wants to break his legs.

But, then he finds an amazing magic watch. The watch is so powerful that it lets Warren control whomever he likes–including all the gorgeous, arrogant women in his life. He quickly re-arranges their priorities and makes them realize that he ought to be their Master, enjoying their kneeling service and having hot, impregnating sex with them while they serve him in groups of three, four, and even FIVE at a time. Of course, his wife catches on to his game, and tries to steal the watch for herself…if Warren wants his perfect harem, he’ll have to be smart about it.

This bundle is a great deal for any fans of mind control, breeding/impregnation/creampies, bdsm play, pseudo-incest (involving step-siblings), hot babes kneeling, alpha males dominating, magic hijinx, and much more!

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Here’s the official blurb:

“We’ll serve, Sir. We’ll ALL serve you…”
Down-on-his-luck stage magician Warren can’t catch a break. His beautiful assistants betray him, the sexy woman he’s known all his life exiles him from her house, loan sharks want to break his legs, and his utterly gorgeous, arrogant wife leaves him.
Then he finds a magic watch…and everything changes. The watch can make any woman—no matter how gorgeous or fertile—do whatever he says. As Warren embarks on his twisted path of erotic revenge, the power he feels fuels his throbbing manhood and guides his every action. Before he’s done, every beauty that crossed him will kneel before him, beg to feel him inside her, and plea to carry his heirs just like the good servants he’s transformed them into.



He put a hand on Joan’s face, stroking her hard cheekbones gently. “Take out my cock.”

She hesitated, looking to Edith for guidance. Edith, though, began to unzip Warren herself.

Stop.” Instantly, Edith stopped what she was doing. “I wasn’t talking to you. I know you’ll do what I say. I want to know if Joan will.”

I…” she laughed, sort of. “I don’t want this to be an obedience thing, Warren. I wanted it to be—”

What you want doesn’t matter right now.”

She looked a little shocked.

Edith nodded. “I’m sorry, Joan, but he’s right. You’ve been a bitch. You’ve got to learn to obey if you really want to do him right. And you do, don’t you?”

Joan gulped and nodded. “O-okay. I just, can we take it slow? One toe at a time? Like, kissing first, and then…” she trailed off.

Warren shook his head slow.

There are no deals, here. You do this, and you do it how I want, or you don’t get to touch, suck, or fuck my cock at all. Is that understood?”

Her face shifted, perhaps weighing out some form of protest. But Warren could see that none could find true purchase in her mind. Even if she thought that perhaps a legitimate objection could be made, she couldn’t deny the flood of lust pulsing through her veins. She wanted him. She would obey him, if that’s what it took.

Finally, she nodded. “Yes.”

He smiled. “Yes, what?”

There was no reason to stop pushing the envelope now. She was past the limit of stopping him.

Yes…Warren?” she ventured.

Of course that was wrong. He shook his head again. Edith tugged at Joan across Warren’s chest, whispering in her ear. Voice low, softer than even Warren could hear at his proximity. Joan’s eyes widened with understanding, and she gulped once more.

Yes…Sir. I understand, Sir.”

Her hands reached for his cock again, but again, he pushed them away. The skin so soft and smooth. Fuck, but he wanted her. His bulge pulsed forward under his pants. Edith whimpered, eyes fixating on the push of growth. Little droplets of drool fell to the bedding from her mouth.

I want you to ask for it. Beg for it. Don’t leave me with any doubt.”

Pride showed on Joan’s face, fierce lines forming around her mouth and eyes. But Edith slid across the bed and pushed into Joan, kissing at the side of her head, her neck and ears.

Do it, please, Joan? Please beg him. I need to see it so, so bad. I need to please him, won’t you please? I’m so fucking horny right now…”

Nodding slowly, Joan shuddered, her hands running over Warren’s thick bulge. The flesh so close to her fingers. Tantalizing her, confounding her…


There’s STILL no cure for “Lust Fever”…

Available at Amazon!

Out today for all of you is my newest tale–“Lust Fever 2!

It is, naturally, the sequel to “Lust Fever” which came out last month. People really seemed to like it–with more than 35 reviews on Amazon, it’s got an average of over 4.5/5 stars!

I think this tale is a WHOLE lot of fun and I hope you’ll pick it up. If you’re a fan of mind control, breeding, uncontrollable sex, women obediently serving men, harem gathering, lots and LOTS and lots of cum, women becoming cock-slobbering bimbos, men becoming hulking alpha behemoths, impregnation, or society breaking down because of sexy virus destroying all the logic circuits in people’s brains, then you’ll love this one!

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Here’s the official blurb:

There’s no resisting it. Feed the Fever…

It started with a chance encounter at a gas station that left Matthew Coffey’s hard, throbbing membertotally drained—and his body completely infected with unstoppable lust. Unknowing of the severity of his condition, Matthew goes about his daily business. He visits cafes, housewives, small businesses, spreading the feverish need for hot, passionate, heir-making loving everywhere he goes. 
All the while, the fever is growing. His massive rod is getting harder and harder—and bigger and bigger. Soon, it’s emitting a nonstop flood of masculine emissions that are irresistible to any woman. Beautiful, fertile babes crawl to him and beg to be the next luscious piece he gifts with hisvirile seed. 
The virus inside him wants to multiply—and produce as many heirs in as many women as possible. 
It’s Lust Fever…and there’s still no cure.



A small blush suddenly attended her cheeks. Her gaze dropped down

You have…” her eyes looked like they had been glazed over with sugar. “You have quite the situation there, sir.”

That was good. That was nice. Calling him “sir” like that. He liked that. That was correct.

Yes,” Matthew nodded after a moment, remembering how society worked. “Sorry.”
He didn’t mean the apology, of course. Women should notice a cock like his. It was hard. Ready to fuck. What else did they need to know?

No—no! Fuck.

What was happening?

I’m sorry—Josephine, was it?” He shook his head. “Normally, I’d love to talk to. But I’m feeling strange at the moment. Perhaps if you came back later, we could chat. But as things stand now…”

No, but,” her hands spread out wildly, keep the door open. “I-I just…look at it. Let me look at it. I…can you take it out?”

She was licking her lips wildly. Her fingers crawled over his on the door, and the blush on her cheeks increased.

Josephine. Come now.” He cleared his throat. “You’re clearly married, and I don’t know if this is appropriate behavior. I think that…that…”

She dropped to her knees in the open space in the doorway. There was a clear line of view from the porch to the road outside. Cars were passing by. One or two slowed down.

You’ll have to let me suck it now,” she said…


“Gang Up: A Bikerland Novel” — A hot steamy erotic romance novel for you!

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Hey hey hey everybody! Out for all of you TODAY is my newest tale, “Gang Up: A Bikerland Novel.

This hot little NOVEL-LENGTH tale combines the three tales from the “Bikerland” series–“Overload,” “Lust War,” and “The Big Gang Theory.” As such, it is chock FULL of raunchy action–including plenty of man-woman, woman-woman, and man-man-man-woman-man-man-man action. And don’t worry, there’s a real story beneath all the steamy parts that’s sure to keep you reading till the end! **********************************************************************************************
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In the post-apocalyptic town of Temple, a war brews between two armies of savage hunks

The mountainous, rugged Brall and his wasteland biker gang, the Cauldron, own their women totally—no questions asked or tolerated. His methods are brutal; his desires unquenchable. The latest volunteer to be “indoctrinated” into the Cauldron is the sassy, full-figured Abigail—who already belongs to the Cauldron’s biggest rival, the Family. Indoctrinating her would spark a gang war, but the Cauldron aims to own every beautiful woman they find, and just can’t turn her away.
But Abigail has her own plans. She’s in love with Brall’s rival, Case, the young stud gang leader who just happens to be her stepbrother. Abigail will do anything to make Case jealous. Their love is so taboo, she has no choice but to give her body up to the mammoth Brall and his overwhelming brutal passions to spur Case to act on his possessive, forbidden lust.
Complicating everything, Abigail’s insatiable need for Case’s attention drives a wedge between herself and her beautiful best friend, Robin—who’s in the midst of an uncontrollable love affair with Brall! After a sinfully short tryst, the disastrously gorgeous Robin and the ripped, dangerous Brall know they belong together—their lust-laden love is true and unquestionable.
But incriminating secrets spring from the town like shadows in a canyon, and the war between their rival biker gangs has ripped all four forbidden lovers apart, maybe for good. In a town dominated by men and violence, it will take all of Abigail and Robin’s wit and wiles to bring back peace—and to reunite with the men they love.




God, but he wanted her! She was dressed only in a small shirt and panties, her body looking small and defenseless. Her legs drawn up against her chest. They had stripped her, he realized. Perhaps made her dance or serve them in some way. He was suddenly glad he had killed one of their number in the battle; that his men had killed more.

She stared up at him with lust in her eyes, heavy lips parted just slightly. Her tongue slid slowly along her bottom lip, wetting it. But she waited for him to speak first.

How did you come to be here?” he asked her, kneeling down. Even then, he was still much taller than her.

It was an easy thing to undo her bindings. Just metal. She was not strong enough to break them with her hands, but he was. They were tossed aside like foil.

He wanted me—Troy did—in the most heavily guarded area he had. Did you come for me? Did you want me back?”

In her eyes he could see the desperate need for validation. That their feelings were real—that she wasn’t making it all up as she went along. He knew the look because he had it himself.

But instead he said, “I wanted the water. I want the town.”

And I want you. Desperately.

Disappointment showed on her face. “I thought perhaps…” she shook her head. Looking down. “Never mind. I suppose you wouldn’t want me at all anymore, after what they did to me. That was the the purpose of it. Even I know that. To claim me.”

Brall shifted. “And did they claim you?”

They tried. They took me, that’s for certain. I fucked every last one they brought to me.”

He noticed then, all of a sudden, that he was alone with her. All the fighting and thickness of battle and then quiet and now he was in this small alcove, hidden in a cave with the one woman he wanted.

She waited for his judgment. He did not know what he thought about that—so many other men having taken her before he could. Taking her virginity—that virginity he had wanted for himself. That bliss of exclusivity, knowing she would only ever be his, past, present, and future.

It struck him, looking at her sitting across from him, how little he actually knew about this beautiful young creature…