Slave Nano writes stories drawing on the themes of female supremacy, goddess worship, bondage, domination and submission, sado-masochism and fetish, frequently in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings.

His work usually has dominant female characters and submissive males. His stories explore the tensions between dominant and submissive and the boundaries between pain and pleasure, physical and mental bondage and retribution and reward.

Slave Nano lives in Yorkshire in the United Kingdom. He works full time and juggles his writing with this. His work has been published by Xcite Books and House of Erotica.

Find out more about Slave Nano at www.slavenano.co.uk or on his Nano facebook page

During the second week of my two week blog tour to promote my new book, ‘Alice in Fetishland’ I’m discussing some of the various themes related to the book.

This is the final day of my two week blog tour and I want to complete the tour by discussing BDSM and in particular the relationship between the activities and psychology of bondage and domination. Just as erotic writing can span a huge range of sub-genres from light erotic romance to dark paranormal erotica so BDSM itself can cover a wide range of activities and levels of intensity from light tie and tease to the very edgy with extreme levels of restraint and infliction of pain.

In my book, ‘Adventures in Fetishland’ the characters are subjected to a wide range of these activities. It is set in a dungeon rather than a domestic setting with a dominatrix who has access to a range of equipment and tools for making her submissive slaves (male, or in the case of the main character of the book, female) suffer. So, included in it are scenes of bondage and incarceration, nipple torture, cock and ball torture, electrical play, hot wax play, corporal punishment, school-room play, medical play, anal strap-on play, food play, cling film mummification and breath play.

So, I guess there’s some pretty extreme content there! The scenes all have a place in charting the journey Kim takes in submitting to the Red Queen. She enters into a kind of pact with this dominatrix in which she willingly offers herself up for this physical and mental torment.

Now, underpinning all the range of activities that BDSM has to offer is the psychological relationship between dominant and submissive. Without that, nothing else works! So, at the heart of the narrative of ‘Adventures in Fetishland’ is the psychological and emotional relationship between the two women – Kim and the Red Queen. It’s that interplay between pain and pleasure, domination and submission, humiliation and acceptance, physical restraint and mental liberation, retribution and reward that is at the heart of BDSM and the bond between my two main characters.

In this bdsm re-invention of the Alice stories Kim’s life takes an unexpected twist when she is taken from the massage parlour she works in to a fetish fantasy world ruled over by the Red Queen, a powerful dominatrix. There, an intense psychological drama is played out between the two women as Kim enters a journey into submission. The Red Queen assumes different characters who torment Kim in a series of trials ranging from the funny and strange to the sadistic and erotic. Kim is lured deeper into this world by hints the Red Queen knows something about her past. Why has she been chosen to serve this powerful female? Why is the Red Queen so interested in her? When Kim finally finds out the truth, it is shocking and bizarre.

Adventures in Fetishland is available at:

• Xcite Books
• Amazon UK
• Amazon US

I have to steel myself for this she contemplated, as she handled the hard dark object in her hand. I know how special this girl is and what she means to me. I like her. However cruel I’ve needed to treat her I’ve great affection for her. But I must manifest my harsh side. I must take her through this final trial of submission; take her deepest taboo and make her face up to it so she can surrender herself completely. And then all can be revealed.

She took the leather belt and strapped it around her waist, tightening the harness so it sat snugly against her crotch. The black false cock protruded from her body. She could feel its hardness against her own sex and that made her feel empowered. She ran her red fingernails across its contours and felt its unforgiving hardness. She felt the power and dominance of it run through her. This would not be easy, for her or for Kim, but it had to be done. She got up from her dressing table chair and went into her dungeon.

Kim had already been prepared by Vicky. She was front down on her whipping bench, her wrists and ankles strapped to the bench and her naked body tied down with leather straps. She was helpless and vulnerable and Mistress Nemesis knew that what she faced would be a severe challenge for her. She stood in front of Kim the black strap on bobbing in front of her face. Kim was tied down so she couldn’t look up; her whole attention was directed at the fearsome object around the Red Queen’s waist.

“Do you see this girl?”

“Mmm, yes mistress,” Kim muttered in a whispered whimper.

Mistress Nemesis could tell Kim knew where she intended to put the hard object. Kim realised it. She hoped that she intended to fuck her with the strap-on in the normal way, up her sopping cunt but somehow she knew instinctively that wasn’t where it was going to go. It was the only part of her bound, battered and abused body that hadn’t been used in Nemesisland and it was hardly likely it was going to escape attention.

“Do you know where this is going to go?” she asked in her cruellest tones; the question was rhetorical.
“Yes, mistress,” Kim replied, oh yes she knew.

I think it’s absurd that many authors think writing erotica is easy and, therefore, a lower class of writing. The truth is if writing erotica were easy, there would be no bad works of erotic fiction on the market. I can tell you from experience that writing good erotica is no simple task. And for those of you willing to take on the challenge of either writing erotica or an erotic version of your genre — be it romance, suspense, or other genre — here are seven secrets to make your sex scenes spicy.

I confess that before I wrote my first erotic novella Alice’s Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful Land, I was one of those authors who thought writing erotica would be a breeze. I mean, what’s the big deal? Just be a little more explicit in the bedroom and presto! Instant erotica!

Boy, was I in for a shock.

I realized that you could put a dirty story’s sex scene in four different categories.

1. Porn – The sex scene arouses the reader.
2. Erotica for Men – The sex scene arouses the reader and moves the story forward.
3. Erotica for Women – The sex scene arouses the reader, moves the story forward, and advances the characters.
4. Romantic Erotica – The sex scene arouses the reader, moves the story forward, advances the characters, and advances the relationship.

When I wrote Alice’s Sexual Discovery, an erotic version of Alice in Wonderland, I realized I couldn’t reach what I considered to be the highest level of erotica. Romantic erotica would not suit my story because Alice never stays with one person. Throughout the story she meets different characters, so Alice could never build a relationship. With that realization, I made the story be about her own sexual growth and her relationship with herself.

But rather than jump straight to the highest level of erotica, let’s focus on the basics. How do you make a sex scene sizzle?

What tips do you have to spice up a sex scene? Share your ideas with me below! I’d love to hear them!

An erotic version of Alice in Wonderland, Alice’s Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful Land is Liz Adams’s debut novella.

Having returned from university for the holidays, Alice can’t shake the truth: she’s still in love with her childhood crush Jack, the buff, handsome gardener. But as inexperienced as she is with sex, and having never been able to achieve the big O, will she ever be good enough to satisfy Jack? A fall deep down a well takes her to an erotic Wonderland where she can learn how to please a man and how to achieve orgasm. She shares her sexual discoveries with a young man named “Rabbit” who likes to explore, a group of strong villagers, a “Caterpillar” who has more hands than Alice can handle, a Mad Hatter who finds Alice’s exquisite weakness, and a whole host of talented characters. All lead to the Queen and her majesty’s dark secret. Will Alice’s sexual discovery be just the thing to snag her desired man Jack? And will her erotic journey help her unlock her own pleasure?

“Overall? This is deliciously wicked. Have a man or a vibrator with you when you read it.”
Simone Sinna, erotic-romance suspense author of Embedded and Exposé

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We all love a bit of sizzling erotica, and when it’s the work of non other than Victoria Blisse you know it’s going to be scorching..

Naughty Rendezvous is the First title in the Rendezvous triolgy, part of Xcite Book’s Ultimate Curves Rubenesque Range.

Joe likes to tease and single mum Leanna loves it to. When they meet up for their first official date, the sparks fly but who’s going to crack first? Will Joe’s intimate questions and kiss and run tactics bring Leanna to her knees or will Leanna’s curves, flashed in moments of exhibition drive Joe to rip off all her clothes and indulge his urges?

How will she react to Joe’s domination and will she be turned on by his spankings? She’s going to be a naughty girl, so she’s bound to find out.

It might seem a little biased pimping on of your wifes book when doing a blog hop about one of your favourite recent books but one thing about Ms Blisse is she writes sensational erotica and I’d think that even if I wasn’t married to her.

Characters with real depth, Plots you can believe in and Passion that pulsates are all trademarks of the Erotica of Victoria Blisse and “The Vampires Choice” is the latest in her Point Vamp series of books (Read my review of the first book “The Point“)

Like a lot of people at the moment I have a passion for Vampires and they feature heavily in my favourite books recently. I wrote an article on Erolife called “Bitten by the Vampire Bug” about 3 of my faves just recently.

So.. What is it about Vampires?

I think it all boils down to loving the image of a damaged, morally questionable young man or woman who nevertheless can serve as protector while we try to reform them. What better way to invest a character with such qualities than to make him or her a protective vampire, bad by nature, but good by inclination?

Fetishism, deviance, perversion all play out in vampire literature. The sexual undercurrents are not hard to see. You have penetration, an exchange of bodily fluids. The Vampire often seems to have mesmeric powers and are typically very seductive. It’s an easy, veiled way to write about sex without censorship a lot of the time.

But in this day and age, with a preponderance of easily-accessible online porn, if we want to see sex, we don’t need to do it through a screen of vampire metaphor. That sheer pervasiveness of sex, and of science, may be exactly what’s motivating us to rediscover the mystery inherent in vampires. Vampires appeal to our primitive fears, not only of death, but our mutating human natures. Vampires are not fully human, nor fully animal, neither fully alive nor fully dead. In some ways they are superior beings.

Vampires are a way to pretend we don’t know what we know and to luxuriate in mystery and Victoria does a wonderful job of delivering the Vampire in all it’s brooding magnificence and giving it the odd twist or two to make for a really entertaining tale.

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Hot of the press at Ellora’s Cave is Lily Harlem’s new novel Stockholm Surrender, the full-length story of what happens after Stockholm Seduction.

With my window letting in the sounds of the city, I spread my notes on my bed and tapped away on my netbook. The history of law was everyone’s most hated subject, but I knew the sooner I tackled it the better. Leaving it to the last minute would be crazy.

Eventually though, as darkness claimed the hall grounds and the lampposts flicked on, I decided to call it a day, or rather a night. I saved my work and flopped back on the bed. I would just stretch out for ten minutes before I got up to change and get ready for sleep.

But sleep wouldn’t wait, and before I knew it I felt myself drifting. Falling into a dark, dreamy world. My eyes were heavy, my breathing shallow. I let myself go—float into a world of thoughts and nothingness, white clouds and black sleep.

“Shh!”

There was tightness over my mouth and pressure over the entire length of my body. Whatever it was had squeezed the air from my lungs and was pinning me to the bed. I opened my eyes, panicked.

“Shh!” Ty said, his eyes wide and his nose practically touching mine.

Hastily, I nodded. Oh my god. Was I dreaming or was Ty really here, lying on the bed with me?

He hesitated then lifted his gloved hand from my mouth just a fraction. “You are going to keep quiet, aren’t you?”

“Yes, of course,” I whispered.

This was no dream.

“Good, ’cause I don’t want that copper who’s stalking you to come crashing in.”

“He won’t. I promise.”

Ty lifted up, reached over and shut the window. With a snap, he drew the curtains then pulled off his gloves.

“Is that how you got in?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Really, up the tree, and…” Something was different. I realized what it was. “Why has the lamppost gone off?”

“I tripped it, didn’t want anyone seeing me breaking into the foreign minister’s daughter’s bedroom.” He grinned naughtily.

“And did they?”

“No, I shouldn’t think so, not at three in the morning.”

“Three?” I glanced at my bedside clock. Sure enough, it was three a.m.

He chuckled and lay back down next to me. “I guess you got carried away with your studies. I used to be like that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, don’t look so shocked, I have a first in sports science.” He touched his finger to the bald patch of my scalp and a rush of heated desire poured through me. “I know all about the human body,” he whispered, “and exactly what it needs to stay healthy and happy and…satisfied.”

Unable to suppress a whimper of pure lust, I slid my hand over his shoulders and tugged him closer. “I wish you would damn well give me some of the satisfaction I need.”

“You’re always so demanding, and so…damn…horny.” He touched his lips to mine, soft and gentle, his tongue peeking into my mouth and past my teeth to tangle and turn and explore. “Oh Jesus, Penny, you drive me crazy,” he murmured. “You do know that, don’t you?”

“Good, because that’s how you make me feel.”

He stroked down the column of my neck, dipping his fingertip into the hollow of my throat and down my sternum. “I want you so bad,” he said, “but there is something we have to do before we can be together.”

“What?” What could he possibly need to do other than put on a damn condom? His erection was growing by the second against my hip. All I needed was for him to get inside me like he had before. Thrust and grind and do that thing to my clit he was so bloody good at. Just the thought of it had me shivering.

“Wait,” he said, reaching behind himself.

Suddenly a tight strip of tape slapped over my mouth. Gone was the luscious kissing of moments ago and in its place foul plastic stickiness.

“Mmmph!” I managed, trying to project massive indignation with my eyes.

“It won’t take long.”

I tried to reach for the tape, intent on pulling it off, but he had both my hands harnessed in just one of his.
“Sit.” He pulled me upright, tugging at my sweater. “We need this off.”

His breaths were rapid and hot on my face as he moved his hands quickly and efficiently, freeing my arms from the sweater before swiftly dragging it over my head.

“Ah fuck, white,” he said, staring at my pretty lace bra. It had delicate scallop details over the rise of my small, pert breasts and a tiny pale blue flower in the center between the cups. “White is my very favorite.” His voice was almost wistful.

“Mmmph!” I mumbled again. Why did I have this tape on? I said I wouldn’t shout for Roger. Why didn’t he believe me?

“Shh, shh, just for a minute, baby, just for a couple of minutes.” He stood, still holding my wrists tight, and nudged the straight-backed chair out from under my desk with his foot. “Up, come on, sit on here, quickly.” He glanced at the door.

As soon as I was on the chair he was behind me, wrapping what felt like cord around my wrists. I yanked but the binding was tight and attached me to the rungs.

“It’s okay,” he soothed by my ear, his breath warm and tickly. “It’s okay.” He slid his hand over my bare shoulder, tracing the strap of my bra right down to the cup.

I arched my spine, needing his touch so desperately. Ty in my fantasies would have his hands all over me by now. Ty in my fantasies would already be ravishing me until we were both desperately trying to muffle our screams and panting for breath.

But this wasn’t fantasy, this was real. Ty was really here, really tying me up again. And for god’s sake, why was this stuff on my mouth?

He poked his fingers into my bra and tweaked my nipple. I whimpered and fluttered my eyes shut. His caress sent sinful licks of wantonness raging though me.

“Damn it, Ty,” he muttered. “Think of James.” His body heat left me and the next thing I knew he was pulling off my jeans, exposing my tiny white thong. “Ah, fucking hell, what are you trying to do to me?” he groaned, wearing a very real expression of pain.

I couldn’t answer.

He reached back onto the bed for a small, brown leather rucksack. He delved into it and pulled out a newspaper and a camera.

“It’s yesterday’s,” he said. “But your father will still get the message.” He tilted his head and smirked lopsidedly. “The message that I can get to you whenever I want, wherever I want, bodyguard or no bodyguard.” Carefully he laid the newspaper on my lap. It was sort of folded up onto my belly so that the headline was visible. He took a step back and held up a small, silver digital camera. “I would say smile,” he said with a shrug, “but I guess it’s not appropriate.”
Appropriate!

That was the goddamn understatement of the year. Dad was really going to flip at this one. Me in my underwear, gagged, tied to a chair in my room with Roger snoozing outside, just a few feet away. The shit was really going to hit the fan. Big-time.

I heard the camera click once then Ty was back next to me. He folded up the paper and shoved it along with the camera into his bag.

“Mmmph,” I said, shifting on the chair.

“I’m sorry, so sorry,” he said, bending over me and peeling off the tape. It tugged and stung as it pulled my skin.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I just needed to do that.” He shoved the tape into his bag too.

“For fuck’s sake,” I hissed. “That stuff is foul and what the hell are you playing at?”

He stooped and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Sorry, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

I allowed my mouth to become pliant and open, let him in to search and gently tease my tongue with his in slow, languid movements. He tasted divine, like fresh water, a hint of vanilla and turned-on man. As he kissed me reverently, indulgently, my irritation with him dissolved as though it were a spoonful of sugar in hot tea. This was what I’d been waiting for, this moment with Ty. The man I shouldn’t want but did. The man whose tenacity and loyalty I admired even though everyone else thought he was a brutish thug who should be hung, drawn and quartered.

“Ty,” I gasped. “Please, untie me.”

“Mmm, in a minute. I kinda like having you at my mercy.”

“I’ve noticed.”

He smiled, slow and sexy. “It gives me all kinds of dirty ideas.”

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My soul was in turmoil. Ty Winters had not only kidnapped me in Oz, my heartstoppingly gorgeous surfer had also stoked my darkest desires, bringing all my fantasies to the surface. So Oxford wasn’t going well. Until, that is, he creeped from the shadows—desperate, sexy, dangerous and wanting a piece of me, literally!

He teased me with a taste of his carnal skills, leaving me burning with frustration then forced to stand by as he fought for his beliefs using my lust-addled body as his most powerful weapon.

Oh, my kidnapper knew just how to get what he wanted, giving me just what I needed, while hiding our relationship from the British foreign minister and police. Because sometimes two people are meant to be, even in the most unconventional circumstances and twisted situations. We could fight the world, but we couldn’t fight our passion.

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In the candy aisle, I felt someone looking at me. Turning my head, I gazed past a man standing near me. A very nice looking man, but I ignored him, or at least I tried to. His green eyes locked on mine. Warmth and tingles spread throughout my body causing my knees to go weak. The man’s face held sharp features, and his sultry lips rewarded me with a demure smile. I would’ve loved to feel them on mine. He stepped closer to me. My heart rate spiked. Nodding to the shelf in front of us, he focused in on something and reached for it. He stopped mid-reach, and our gazes met again. His arm lowered. I knew I couldn’t look away, and I had a feeling he couldn’t either. I bit my bottom lip, and I saw him take notice. He leaned in close to me, mouth parted to speak.

“Excuse me,” a voice requested. We stepped away from each other so the woman behind us could retrieve candy from the shelf. She sure took her time. Separated by the woman, I kept glancing over at the man. He, too, continued to gaze my way. There was something about him; he made something stir inside me.

Lily loves traveling on her job since no one can do it better than her. Being out on the open road gives her plenty of time to reflect and avoid unwanted attention, but somehow it always finds her….

When she comes across Ryder, first at a grocery store, then at a rest stop, sexual desire sparks and she knew she had to have him. If only her ex hadn’t shown up, igniting a fantasy she never thought possible.

Seeing Alex in a whole new light, Lily realizes second chances are in order, but will she have to choose between the two men? Or could she be happy with both?

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Meeting somebody in an online chat room can be a life-changing experience. It was for Jenna.

I already had the outline of A Secret Liaison rattling around in my head when Beth Wylde first suggested the idea of a Sapphic Planet Anthology. I jumped at the chance to write about how Jenna and Abi overcame the problems of a virtual relationship where they never met.

Once I started writing, however, Jenna and particularly Abi took the story in a whole new direction from my original idea.

Jenna’s life is constrained by her sexuality and her role as a carer, from which there is no escape other than her job in the local bookstore.

Living in a small homophobic town, virtually cut off from the outside world by distance and poor communications, Jenna has become addicted to a secret vice; her lunchtime visits to the local Internet café and cybersex with the mysterious Abi whom she’d met in a lesbian chat room.

Excerpt:

Jenna locked the bookstore and hurried along the street toward Carrie’s Internet café, absentmindedly nodding to acquaintances as she went.

The lunchtime visits to the café and the world of hot cybersex were as important to her as breathing. A welcome prospect after the frustration of a whole weekend starved of Internet access. Jenna faced a constant struggle to live a normal life; unable to use a computer openly at home due to her aged mother’s dementia. She had hysterics at the mere mention of anything electrical; believing all modern technology the work of Satan. In desperation, she’d even considered buying a small laptop to use in secret, but sadly, the nonexistent signal for cell phones and wireless Internet ruled that idea out. So today, she was doubly anxious to contact Abi and release the sexual tension coiled in her gut. They had clicked straight away after meeting in a lesbian chat room two weeks earlier and soon moved from the main board onto private messaging so they could explore their passion more fully.

She hadn’t felt this good in years; her body hummed with renewed vigor. Not since Gail fled town, never to return, after losing both her home and her job as a teacher. Constant persecution and unfounded rumor spread by small group of homophobes had and driven Gail away leaving her to face life alone. Although the bigots had not actually made the connection between her and Gail, Jenna still hid her sexuality from the world for fear of the consequences. In the five years that had elapsed since Gail left; she had never found anyone to replace her one true love. Meeting Abi had cracked the protective shell she’d built around herself and allowed her to enjoy sex again, even if only through cyberspace. However, sexual fulfillment came at a price, the more she experienced, the more she craved. She’d become a cybersex junkie.

“Morning, Jenna, you’re early today—Number seven is free if you’d like it.”

Great, her favorite spot. “Thanks.” Jenna returned Carrie’s smile and turned away without pausing for further discussion. She crossed to the one computer set apart from the rest. Back here, hidden from the other surfers by a large pillar, she could relax and enjoy the unique experience of cybersex reasonably confident her online activities would remain strictly private.

Her pussy clenched as soon as she logged on and saw Abi’s rainbow symbol beside her screen name. She pinged Abi with a ‘Hi Sexy’ then fished in her purse for the all-important remote control. The slim purple switch operated the vibrator she’d inserted before leaving the store.

Come on, Abi!

Jenna fingered the button on the remote, tempted by the thought of a quick buzz while she waited for her to respond. No, she withdrew her finger, reluctant to renege on their mutual agreement. Abi’s idea, to operate the vibrators only on instruction from one another, had certainly enhanced their online sex games and made them more realistic.
She accessed her e-mail and checked her messages. Abi often sent a quick e-mail if there was any chance of her not being around for the start of their lunchtime session.

No e-mail. She pinged Abi again then continued reading her messages whilst she waited for a response.

Ping!

At last, Jenna switched screens to read Abi’s message.

Abi: Hi beautiful, how are you today?
Jenna: Cut the crap. Where have you been?
Abi: I was busy.
Jenna: Doing what? I nearly started without you.
Abi: Very funny!
Jenna: Tell me what was more important than our date.
Abi: If you really want to know, I was giving a massage to this gorgeous client and wishing all the while it were you.
Jenna: What sort of massage?
Abi: Very intimate—think warm fragrant oils on naked skin and you’ll get the picture.
Jenna: Are you trying to make me jealous?
Abi: No, excited—All the while I was doing her I was thinking of you and the fun we could have if we ever got together.

Not very likely, though they hadn’t gotten around to exchanging locations. However, the chance of Abi being within a thousand miles was very remote.

If you want to read more, A Secret Liaison is story number 13 in the Sapphic Planet Anthology.

About Dalia Craig:
I love to both read and write a variety of contemporary erotic fiction. While my particular leaning is towards lesbian erotic romance, my writing encompasses all heat levels and diverse genres. I have a number of eBooks to my credit and I’m also a contributor to several print anthologies. You can connect with me online at: www.daliacraig.com

Welcome to the Sapphic Planet, a literary realm where women are free to love one another without fear of prejudice or reprisal.

Inside these pages you’ll discover nineteen stories written specifically to tease and titillate your senses.

From a frolic in the rain with a Bathing Beauty, to a concerned sibling showing his sister some Brotherly Love, and everything in between – whether you’re in the mood for steamy romance or unrequited lust, we’ve got a story guaranteed to satisfy your cravings.

This anthology showcases just a fraction of the talent from the writers of Sapphic Planet, a group specifically created for authors and aspiring authors of quality lesbian literature. Now sit back, relax and enter our world. Afterwards, while waiting to catch your breath, take a moment to visit us online at www.sapphicplanet.com

Contributing Authors
Beth Wylde, Jean Roberta, Kissa Starling, Jodi Payne, Meg Leigh, Jennifer Cross, Dylynn DeSaint, JT Langdon, Allison Wonderland, Nan Andrews, Fiona Zedde, Ann Cory, Adriana Kraft, Dalia Craig, Stephanie Rose, Tenille Brown, Kira Chase, Moondancer Drake, Roxy Katt

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Pavarti K Tyler is an artist, wife, mother and number-cruncher who has been committed to causing trouble since her first moment on this Earth. Her eclectic career has flirted with Broadway, Teaching, Law Firms and the IRS. Author of many short stories, Pavarti spans genres from Horror and Erotica all the way to Fantasy. Currently Pavarti is hard at work establishing her Indie Publishing Company Fighting Monkey Press.

Pavarti K Tyler’s novel Two Moons of Sera is a Fantasy/Romance and began in a serial format in November 2011. Her next novel Shadow on the Wall is scheduled for release in May 2012. Shadow on the Wall is Book One of The SandStorm Chronicles, the saga of Recai Osman — businessman, philosopher, Muslim and . . . superhero.

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Recai walked for what seemed like miles, resisting the instinct to second-guess his direction.

The sand moved between his toes but soon he found his footing, and his body responded to the landscape as if from some genetic memory. He remembered his father’s words from a trip he took to the Oman desert as a child: Never take your shoes off; the sand will eat away at your feet. Recai had done it anyway, then and now, feeling more in control with that connection to the ground, its movements speaking to his flesh directly.

His father had always been full of surprises: one moment the strict disciplinarian, the next, he would wake Recai in the middle of the night to see a falling star. Recai had never had the chance to get to know him as an adult. Instead, he lived with the enigmatic memory of a great man lost.

Recai stood in the middle of the desert—every direction would eventually lead to Elih or one of the smaller villages scattered around the city. But who would take in a stranger? A stranger with a Hugo Boss turban and a bruised and bloodied face? In’shallah, he would be delivered to safety.

Controversial and daring, Shadow on the Wall details the transformation of Recai Osman from complicated man to Superhero. Forced to witness the cruelty of the Morality Police in his home city of Elih, Turkey, Recai is called upon by the power of the desert to be the vehicle of change. Does he have the strength to answer Allah’s call or will his dark past and self doubt stand in his way?

Pulling on his faith in Allah, the friendship of a Jewish father-figure and a deeply held belief that his people deserve better, Recai Osman must become The SandStorm.

In the tradition of books by Margaret Atwood and Salman Rushdie, Shadow on the Wall tackles issues of religion, gender, corruption and the basic human condition. Beautiful and challenging, this is not a book to miss.

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“It was lovely to see you,” said the one with the city clothes. “But it will be nice to have the place to ourselves again.”

Out-of-town sister scowled. “I didn’t realise I was such a bad guest.”

“Honey, you’re not. But tonight, me and Tom … well, we want our privacy.” Town-sister played with a chunky lapis lazuli and silver ring on a chain around her neck. She looked good for her age, and happy with it.

Out-of-town smiled. “After six years, are you two still romping?”

“Six years last month and still spending as much time in bed as out of it. Look what he gave me for our anniversary.” Town sister held out the ring.

“Very … pretty.”

I could tell out-of-town was as unimpressed as me. Cheap gift or what?

“The chain’s platinum,” said townie, looking smug. “But the ring … now that’s the best gift I’ve ever had.”

She so wanted her sister to ask why, and I so wanted to hear the answer, that I nearly asked her myself.

“Why?” said out-of-town.

“Well …” town-girl leaned over the table and I had to strain my ears to hear. “I wouldn’t tell anybody else this, but I’ve always told you everything … I like a little pain with my pleasure. Know what I mean?”

Out-of-town looked puzzled, but I knew what she meant, did I ever!

“You know!” Town-sister blushed. “A little slap, a little bite, something to push you over the edge into …” She put her hand on her chest, fingers splayed, and threw her head back, panting. It was a pretty good impression of orgasm I’ll admit – very When Harry Met Sally. Now her sister blushed and laughed.

Town sister continued, “Well Tom doesn’t like to hurt me, but he sure likes to make me happy, that kind of happy. So this ring, see, with all its bumps and lumps? Well when I wear it around my neck, Tom knows that the same evening I’m going to slide it onto his finger and he’s going to press it against my …” she paused and lowered her voice even more. “… my love button, when we make love.”

Love button! It was all I could do not to laugh out loud. Did people still talk like that? But I looked at that ring, with its deep blue knobbly surface and imagined how cold it must be, and how hard, and my knees became so weak I had to hang on to the counter.

The sisters left, chatting and laughing, and the morning coffee addicts began to roll in, but I didn’t forget what I’d heard.

That weekend I took Doug shopping at the Flea Market.

“What are we doing here, Carrie?” he asked, looking at the stalls. But I’d already seen what I wanted on a table laden with semi-precious stones and costume jewellery. A big ring, with a greeny-grey, nubby, softly-contoured stone that the seller told me was moss agate. It fit Doug’s middle finger perfectly.

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From fetishistic and rough, to sapphic or sweet, this anthology of eight hand-picked dirty stories spans the whole erotica range.

If stories of frantic, sensual lovemaking excite you, Lapiz Lazuli is guaranteed to grab your attention. These short stories explore the sensual delights of sex; whether it is a quick romp in a hallway, the caress of a razorblade, the helpless sensation of rough sex or a furtive public holiday experience, arousing accounts and unabashed tales of kinky sex await!

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