December 28, 2013

Slave Girls

How much does this cover rock?

Yeah, that's what I think, too!  This is my newest anthology from Cleis Press, due to be released May 13, 2014.  I know, it's a long way off, but it's already available on Amazon.

I'm really excited about this book.  Yes, these are stories of female submission.  It's a bit of a departure from my normal fare, but I'm extremely pleased with it.  All the stories are excellent.  You'll find new stories from some of your favorite authors and a few from brand new authors.  But keep your eye on them because I can predict you'll be seeing a lot more from them soon.

I thought it might be fun to tease you with the table of contents, knowing it will be a while before you get to curl up with the actual book.  That's right; I'm mean.  But you knew that going in...

Slave Girls: Erotic Stories of Submission
Noise. . . . .Evan Mora
Out of Sight . . . . .Rachel Kramer Bussel
Cubed. . . . .Alison Tyler
Serving Mr. Baldwin. . . . .Veronica Wilde
Press My Buttons. . . . .Nina Fairweather
Breathe. . . . .Sommer Marsden
What’s Not to Like?. . . . .D. L. King
Hell-bent for Leather. . . . .Victoria Behn
Passing the Final. . . . .Donna George Storey
Bridle Party. . . . .Teresa Noelle Roberts
The Red Envelope. . . . .Erzabet Bishop
Greens’. . . . .Lisette Ashton
Breaking Fiona. . . . .Cecilia Duvalle
Muse. . . . .Lisabet Sarai
Postcards From Paris. . . . .Giselle Renarde
Flight. . . . .Cela Winter
Savoring Little One. . . . .Graydancer
Day Job. . . . .Deborah Castellano
Stand Here. . . . .Nym Nix
Dirty Pictures. . . . .Thomas Roche
My Master’s Mark. . . . .Lydia Hill

Happy Holidays, Everyone!

October 14, 2013

Writing Eh!

So, my phone got totally screwed up and I had to reset it.  In the process, I lost all my pictures.  I know!   I'd wanted to show you some pictures from the writers retreat I participated in last month and, of course, they're gone.  But I had some pictures of the amazing lake cottage in Ontario from the last time I was there, and I thought you could salivate over those, even if you don't get to see pics of the writers hard at work.

So, here's a blog post I wrote after my return: 

Writing’s a pretty solitary endeavor.  I have a home office, of sorts, where I spend most of my time—alone, writing or editing.  I really love my office space, though.  I’ve claimed about a fourth of the living room.  Backed by bookshelves and surrounded with an L-shaped desk, I’ve carved out a little niche for myself.  It’s open to the room, yet truly an office space. 

My office. Yep, it's a mess.  The round thing on the couch cushion is a tin of cinnamon Ice Breakers.

I’m perfectly happy to work there, alone.  In fact, I prefer working alone.  People are always talking about writing retreats and conferences, writer’s groups and book groups and, though I’ve been to a few conferences and really loved them, I have to admit, I value my privacy and the idea that I can do what I want, when I want and how I want.  So, when a writer-friend of mine told me she wanted to set up a writer’s retreat at her lake cottage and she wanted me to come, I wasn’t so sure I wanted to.

Home sweet home.
I knew I
wanted to go to her lake cottage.   I’d been there before and loved it and I love spending time with her and her partner, but actually write and discuss the craft of writing with other writers?  I didn’t know.  I also didn’t know whether I’d be able to write with others around as that’s not how I work.  But I said okay. 

Gorgeous view
And that’s how I found myself in the wilds of Ontario with the likes of Laura Antoniou (she’s in Under Her Thumb), Evan Mora (she’s in Under Her Thumb and several other of my books), Andrea Zanin (she’s in Under Her Thumb), Nairne Holtz and Jessica Harris.  Nairne also has been known to write smut.  Jessica doesn’t really write smut, but I wouldn’t hold that against her, as she’s a marvelous writer.

We had a fire here one night.
We spent our days writing.  The retreat was dubbed, "Writing Eh!" by Laura.  It stuck.  Kinda catchy, eh?
There are several pictures floating around of a bunch of people sitting at a table, engrossed in their laptops, silently clicking away.  And in the evenings, we talked, read our work to each other, played Cards Against Humanity (which is a great game, if you don’t already know about it), ate fantastic food and drank copious amounts of wine and spirits ‘cause yeah, that’s what writers do… I know, it seems improbable, but that’s what we did and it worked really well.  I advanced the novel (the third Melinoe book: A Slave of Melinoe) by quite a few thousand words.
I’ll tell you what, there’s something very freeing in discussing BDSM matter-of-factly with a group of like-minded people who share similar experiences.  It’s pretty cool when someone asks what you’re writing about and you find it perfectly reasonable to say, “I’m writing an enema scene,” and then they say, “That’s cool.”  Here’s a little bit of that scene, as it stands now:

“What is this place?” Adam asked.
The slave clipped Adam’s wrist cuffs to hooks at the top of the table, just above his head.  He pulled rails out from the end of the table, near Adam’s bottom and angled them out slightly to the sides.  They had stirrups on the ends.  Taking Adam’s right foot, he lifted the leg and placed the foot in the stirrup and fastened the cuff down.  He did the same with Adam’s other leg.  The rails were short, making Adam’s knees bend and his legs fall open.  He brought his knees as close together as possible, given how he was fastened but he realized that no matter what he did with his knees, his anus would remain completely exposed to whatever ministrations the mistress, or her slave, wished to perform.
He heard a printer spit out a sheet of paper and the slave went to fetch it.  While he was reading the printout, Adam asked him again, what this section of the training area was for.  The slave pulled jars of powers down from a cabinet, ignoring Adam.  He filled a stainless steel bucket with water from the sink and began measuring the powders and adding them to the water in the bucket.  After stirring the solution he’d made, he set the bucket on the counter and said, “Enemas.”  It was then the mistress entered the cubicle.  She took the printout from the slave and perused it before coming over to Adam’s side.
The dock. I wrote on it one afternoon. It floats!

But enough of that, for now.  Because this retreat had such a plethora of Under Her Thumb authors, I’m going to suggest that you might want to check out the book, if you haven’t already done so.  It’s my latest.  It’s fem dom and it’s full of amazing stories by amazing writers, including me!  

June 18, 2013

Yet Another Call for Submissions!

Ah, yes -- it's a wealth of anthologies.

And, here again, because I like it and because I think it fits well with the call:

She Who Must Be Obeyed: Femme Dominant Lesbian Erotica
Edited by D. L. King
To be published by Lethe Press
Deadline: August 19, 2013
Payment: $50 plus 2 copies of the anthology

D. L. King wants to read about dominant femmes.

There’s something about a hot, sexy woman in a pencil skirt, flawlessly made-up, wielding a riding crop.  Well, I think there is.  I know, for me, sometimes it’s hard to decide between the black leather pencil skirt and the black rubber one.  You know what I mean.  I’m talking about a woman worshipped by girls, bois and butch bottoms, alike; I’m not particular – well, not that particular.

Tell me stories about women who can silence a room simply by entering it.  What’s it like when a mere glance can make you weak in the knees and a stare will put you in your place – at her feet.  I’m looking for power exchange as seen from either the femme’s point of view or her worshipper’s.

Tell me about torture and about goddess worship. Tell me about pleasing and being pleased.  I want stories with sexy lingerie and boxer briefs, strap-ons and bound bodies.  I want to hear about crops and whips, corsets and trousers, fingers and tongues.  You know what I want; I want to sweat.  Of course, it should go without saying that characters must be at least 18, no scat and no snuff.  Just make me happy—and damp.

Stories should be between 2,500 and 4,000 words, double-spaced, 12 pt Times New Roman. Please indent the first line of each paragraph one-half inch and do not include extra lines between paragraphs. No fancy fonts, no weird sizes, no bizarre formatting, no strange colors, please. Do not put a cover sheet on your story.

Send your story as a .doc (NOT a .docx) attachment and include the title, pseudonym (if applicable) and your legal name and mailing address to The subject line should read: Submission: TITLE. Please include a 50 word bio. Direct any questions to the same address. (If you are absolutely unable to send a .doc attachment, I will accept an rtf.)

Please cross post, anywhere and everywhere!

June 4, 2013

Call for Submissions

The Big Book of Domination
Edited by D. L. King
To be published by Cleis Press
Deadline: August 1, 2013
Payment: $50 plus 2 copies of the anthology

D. L. King is looking for sexy stories of domination in all its various nuances and permutations.  I’m talking about those who were born to be dominant and those who had dominance thrust upon them; men dominating women and women dominating men, as well as same-sex domination. Write about pros and amateurs (in the strictest sense of the word, as in “lover of…”)  Write about married folks and hook ups.  Write about subs made to train that new, young, household addition. See if you can surprise me; think of something I wouldn’t, but do it artfully. Bottom line?  It has to be hot.

This is the Big Book of Dominance, so I want it all.  Stories from the dominant’s point of view and stories from the submissive’s point of view.  Stories about jaded pros remembering what that first spark was all about and stories about new guys, just learning the ropes.  This book will be primarily straight but, like I said, I’m interested in a few gay, lesbian and bi stories, too.  It should go without saying that characters must be at least 18, no scat, no snuff and, just so you know, I'm not a big fan of water sports.  (That doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the occasional artfully told enema story)  Just make me happy--make me wet.

Stories should be between 1,500 and 3,500 words, double-spaced, 12 pt Times New Roman. Please indent the first line of each paragraph one-half inch and do not include extra lines between paragraphs. No fancy fonts, no weird sizes, no bizarre formatting, no strange colors, please. Do NOT put a cover sheet on your story.

Send your story as a .doc (NOT a .docx) attachment and include the title, pseudonym (if applicable) and your legal name and mailing address to  The subject line should read: Submission: STORY TITLE. Please include a bio of 50 words or less. Direct any questions to the same address. Original stories only. (If you are absolutely unable to send a .doc attachment, I will accept an rtf.)

And, by the way, please cross post this everywhere!

May 29, 2013

Wherein I Interview Rachel Kramer Bussel

I've known Rachel Kramer Bussel for years and think she's fabulous.  I love her books and have been lucky enough to be in a few of them.  Rachel's very open about her life in many ways, but there were still things I didn't know and really was curious about, including her work with Best Sex Writing so I was really happy when she agreed to let me interview her about this year's edition of Best Sex Writing (2013), among other things.  So, here we go...

Hi Rachel.  I’m sure people would like to know more about you.  Can you tell me a couple of things about you that people don’t know? 

I used to play chess as a teenager; I played in probably hundreds of tournaments, including one in Brazil. I was too lazy to truly devote myself to studying it, so eventually I reached a plateau and never moved beyond that. I don't play these days, but I do feel like the skills I learned as a chess player apply to writing in some ways. I also go to trivia nights and love word games. I grew up in New Jersey (Teaneck) and now live in New Jersey again (Red Bank) for the first time in twenty years.

When did you start writing erotica and why?

I started writing erotica after reading lots of it during my misbegotten years in law school, and thinking, "I could try this." So when I saw the call for submissions for celebrity erotica stories by Shar Rednour for her book Starf*cker, I took my real-life crush on Monica Lewinksy and turned it into a short story. I think I was more intrigued by the idea that I could write fiction, which I never had before, and once that first story got published, both the excitement and gratification of that, and the fact that I was starting to explore my own sexuality in new ways, kept me writing. I fell for the short story format and the worlds that writing about sex opened up to me. My first stories were about characters very much like me, and sometimes I still write ones like that, but for the most part, I've grown and expanded in my erotica. I still love the feeling of coming up with an idea, often inspired by a photo or story or image or sex toy or event or person, that I then twist and contort until they're almost unrecognizable, even to me, in the final story.

How did you go from writing erotica to editing erotica anthologies?

My published erotic short stories led directly to being asked to co-edit erotica anthologies, and then edit my own anthologies. I had built up a small body of published stories, as well as written many book reviews. My first short story was "Monica and Me" and it appeared in both Shar Rednour's Starf*cker (Alyson) and Tristan Taormino's Best Lesbian Erotica 2001 (Cleis). I enjoy the process of writing, which is very solitary, but also the more social aspect of editing anthologies and getting to work with authors from around the world. I've edited 52 anthologies since I started in 2004, and there are more on the way.

How long have you been editing Best Sex Writing and, as a well-known writer and editor of erotic fiction, what made you want to work on a book with a more journalistic approach to sex?

I was asked to start editing the Best Sex Writing series with the 2008 edition, based on my nonfiction work, including my former Village Voice sex column Lusty Lady. Nonfiction is my first love, and I still feel as if erotica is something I luckily stumbled into. I think fiction, erotica included, can say very powerful things about sexuality, but nonfiction, speaking our truths and investigating the many worlds and subcultures and mores and laws around sex, is just as, if not more, important. Sex doesn't have its own section of the newspaper, but it permeates the news, from the front page to the business section to arts and sports and travel. It's everywhere, but it's still sometimes treated as something less than, as if it's a breeze to write about sex simply because it's supposedly salacious. I think good writing about sex can be challenging, and what I love as an editor is discovering writers who've rose to this challenge. One of the best pieces I've ever published, in my opinion, is novelist Stacey D'Erasmo's essay "Silver-Balling" in Best Sex Writing 2009. I hold that up as a standard of what sex writing can do—question, unnerve, provoke, challenge, amuse.

My feeling is that this book is more than just entertaining.  Why do you think a book like this is important and whom do you hope will make up your readership?

Some of the feedback I've gotten, perhaps because people know my erotic writing, is that this series isn't erotic. And it's not, necessarily, though occasionally there have been some pieces that might qualify as literary erotica of a sort. But the intention is different; these are intended to be more in line with other annual Best Of collections that capture the best of the previous year of writing on a given topic. I try hard to create a range of writing that spans what most, or even all, readers would come across on their own. It's likely if you read a lot of the same publications I do you may have read a few of these, but I hope it's still worthwhile to have them collected together, playing off of one another, occasionally speaking to each other. My dream readership is someone who has never heard of anyone in the book (with the exception perhaps of Jonathan Lethem) and has never read a book about sex. Certainly, the core audience is probably people predisposed to be interested in the topic, but I think sex is such a universal topic that it could speak to anyone. I try to stay away from overly academic language that might be too dense for both me and the average reader, and keep the writing provocative and intelligent but also accessible.

This year, the foreword was written by Carol Queen, an icon in the study and culture of sexuality.  In case all my readers are not familiar with her, can you tell us a little about her background and why she was such a good choice for the foreword?

Carol Queen's book Exhibitionism for the Shy and Real Live Nude Girl were incredibly powerful for me in terms of learning about sex-positive culture. They are highly personal as well as political and educational. They are about sex, and sex work, and shame, and blasting sexual shame apart. She's a pioneer, but she is also out there, now, writing and teaching, both as Staff Sexologist at Good Vibrations, a columnist for BUST, a speaker and a person. Her books too I'd recommend to anyone interested in learning more about sex, whether they've read anything similar before or not.

As both a writer and an editor, I’m really curious about your process for finding/choosing articles for Best Sex Writing.  I know you take submissions, but knowing how incredibly well read you are, I figure you see an awful lot of what’s out there.  When you come across something special, do you also approach authors with a request for an article you’ve read?  And just how does that Editor/Guest Editor team work?

When editing the Best Sex Writing series, I'm always on the lookout for good writing about sex, especially writing by people who don't normally write about the topic. I'm also trying to look for timely topics, such as "Porn Defends the Money Shot" by Dennis Romero from LA Weekly. I consult with the guest editor, asking for input on pieces or topics I should include, and they narrow down my initial round of selections. It's a collaborative process.

There’s a whole range here.  Everything from memoir to news.  Does the work, itself, frame the theme or is there a theme?  How do you decide what to include?

I don't necessarily think the pieces have one unifying theme, though others do; Laura Anne Stuart in SEXpress suggested it's "the normalization of BDSM, sex work, polyamory and sexual orientation." But I do think taken as a whole they make some powerful statements about the role of sex in our culture and on individual people's lives. Several of the pieces here speak to sexual subcultures, such as Lori Selke's essay "Dear John," written as an open letter. I firmly believe that the deeply personal is often the most accessible. Even though it is highly specific, as Selke's essay is, I think there's an element to it that's about far more than sex; it's about community and fitting in and feeling left out and claiming a place within a group. Perhaps that is true of all the pieces; that as much as they are about specific aspects of sex, from polyamory to age play to aging and sex to nude art modeling to vibrators to Tim Tebow's virginity to BDSM to sex work to bisexuality and beyond, each is also about something more than sex. That's not to say everything written about sex needs to be about something more than that, but I think it speaks to the quality of the writing and insights therein that these pieces highlight sexual situations but each of them are also about what we as a culture bring to the conversation about sex. So Jon Pressick's "Holy Fuck" is about Tim Tebow's virginity, but also what sports culture thinks about virginity, what values we imbue virginity with.

Jon Pressick; I was just on his Toronto radio show.  What an interesting, smart, well-read guy.  Thanks so much for the interview, Rachel.  Readers: here are some links you may find of interest.

Here's the books page on GoodReads
Here's a link to the Best Sex Writing 2013 website

April 29, 2013

Between the Covers Reading

I'm going to be reading from my story in Under Her Thumb this Friday at Between the Covers. If you're in New York City, I hope you'll come by.

Friday, May 3, 2013
8:00 -- 10:00 p.m.
Happy Ending Lounge
302 Broome Street

Click the link for the full info and see you there.

By the way, Elizabeth Thorne has a story in my anthology, Seductress: Erotic Tales of Immortal Desire.  I don't know what she plans to read, but wouldn't it rock if she read from "Phone Hex?"

April 10, 2013

Bondage Expo Dallas!

No, I'm not going to be there, though it definitely sounds like fun.  Hey, the acronym is BED; how could it not be fun!

So, why am I mentioning it? 

Well, you may or may not know that both Midori
and Laura Antoniou will be there signing books.
So, why is that news?  Well, first because we're talking about MIDORI and LAURA ANTONIOU!  Sheesh.  But, and here's something you should know if you've been paying attention, they're both in my new book, Under Her Thumb: Erotic Stories of Female Domination 
-- AND -- 

you'll be able to get my book at the Expo!  Yep, my publisher just told me they would be available.  If you're very polite, you can probably even get Laura and Midori to sign your copy.  Man, I wish I was going to be there.  Unfortunately, I'm being forced to drink and gamble in Las Vegas for my birthday.  

--Oh, wait, I'm doing that now.  

Never mind.  

Actually, Bondage Expo Dallas will be April 26, 27 and 28!  

Nope, still can't go... but maybe you can.

Find Bondage Expo Dallas on Twitter at @bondageexpo or use the link to go to their site.  If you get to go, be sure to tell me how much fun you had!

April 7, 2013

Carrie's Story Blog Tour

Welcome to the anchor leg of the Carrie's Story Blog Tour!

If you don't already know about Carrie's Story, (and its sequel, Safe Word) by Molly Weatherfield, you owe it to yourself to continue reading.  The book is a modern classic and Cleis Press is re-releasing it.  Here's a good chunk to get you interested:

He led me down the hall to a very beautiful book-lined study. There was a low fire burning in the fireplace, and he stood me in front of it. And very efficiently, neither of us saying a word, he took off my shirt and bra, helped me out of my jeans and underpants, took off my shoes and socks. He handed me a pair of very high-heeled shoes and told me to put them on and walk around until I got the feel of them. They fit pretty well, though I’d never worn anything nearly that high. Then he put a leather collar around my neck, buckling it in the back. He guided me by the shoulders, stood me near the fireplace again, and picked up the remote from a little table. He pressed a button on the remote, and a chain descended from the ceiling over my head. He put leather cuffs on my wrists and hooked them to the chain. Then he fiddled with the buttons on the remote again until the chain retracted back enough to be taut, and I was almost standing on my toes, hardly using the spike heels at all. Hardly breathing, either.
Jonathan sat down in a nearby armchair, leaned back, and surveyed me placidly. “I was right,” he said. “You like this. Now answer my questions, and always address me as Jonathan when you do. And keep looking at me—no turning inward toward your own fantasy version of what’s happening. No talking out of turn, either. You’re here to tell me what I want to know. You can ask me questions later.”
His questions were cold and clinical, though of course enunciated with the most careful civility. Age, height, weight. My family. Schedule and time obligations. Diseases, allergies. Sexual experience, in minute detail. He even scribbled down a few notes. It was hard to take a breath and find my voice, to keep looking at him, to remember to use his name. The fire was warm at my back, but I had to fight to keep off the shakes.
“Turn around,” he said, finally. “I want to see your ass.”
This was tough, given the shoes and the tautness of the chain. But—“Yes, Jonathan”—I did it. He leaned over and grabbed me—thumb up my ass, middle finger up my cunt, and held me as though I were some yard goods he was considering buying. He used the other hand to trace the shape of my buttocks. I could feel their roundness below and the two dimples above, as though he had drawn a picture for me. I thought of buying grapefruit at a supermarket. All the images that flashed through my mind, in fact, were of buying things.
Keeping hold of me, he used the hand that had been fondling me to slap me, hard. I gasped. What had I done to make him do that? I opened my eyes and looked around to see what he was doing. But he didn’t respond, except to hold me a little tighter with those fingers that were up me. Mostly he was just looking at the spot he’d hit, at the bright pink color, I guessed. It seemed to me he liked the way it looked, and I realized that this had very little to do with me, or who I usually thought of as “me.” This had to do with the texture of my skin, the shape and heft of my flesh. I had been right when I’d flashed on supermarkets and such. He was shopping. And god help me, I wanted him to want to buy.
Well, I thought, he had, after all, used the word “slave” out there on the balcony. But, you know, I’d thought of it differently then, more as in “slave of love” or something equally silly. I hadn’t thought of him seriously inspecting, evaluating the merchandise. My face, and most of the rest of me I guess, flushed deeply, and I started to weep with humiliation. I was horribly embarrassed to be exposed as silly, shallow—missing meanings that should have been clear as day. Mostly, though, there was the obvious humiliation of being chained, helpless, open, obvious. Not only was I doing this, I was mortified to realize, but I was unmistakably turned on by doing this, soaking wet inside, in fact, and of course he could feel it. And I didn’t even know if he cared one way or another.
Finally he let go of my ass and turned me back around. Then just leaned back and watched me cry, as though that were interesting, too.
When I’d calmed down a bit, he asked quietly, “Do you like to be looked at?”
“Yes, Jonathan, I do,” I sniffled, but I was surprised by the certainty that underlay my weepy voice.
“Good,” he said, and pressed the button to loosen the chain.
“On your knees,” he continued, “but keep your back straight up and down and your chin up. That’s a position I like.” He pinched my nipples, hard, and he slapped my breasts.
“Have you ever been whipped or beaten?” he asked.
“No, Jonathan,” I said.
“You will be,” he said. “Enough to leave marks but not enough to scar or break the skin or injure you in any other way.”
He pulled off his belt, doubled it, and stroked my breasts with it. He traced the outline of my mouth with it, and the smell of the soft leather was overwhelming. I drifted off into the sensations I was feeling, my eyes closing, and began to moan.
“Quiet,” he said sternly, and then, “Get back here and pay attention.” I opened my eyes wide, startled by the new tone in his voice. He looked at me for an instant and then continued in his polite, somewhat pedantic mode, “That’s the sort of thing you’ll learn not to do. I’ll teach you. I have canes and whips. You can trust me to give you just a little more pain than you think you can stand. I’ll beat you if you break the rules or for any lapses in form or sensibility, and sometimes I’ll just do it for fun.”
“Now,” he continued, freeing my hands, “crawl over to the other side of the room and make sure you keep your ass high in the air. Pick up that rattan cane from the chair over there in your mouth and crawl back over here to give it to me. And don’t slobber over it.”
“Yes, Jonathan,” I said, and did it. The cane was about thirty inches long, just a flexible reed that was a little thicker on the end he reached for when I came back. He told me to kneel up again and to put my hand out.
“This is the most painful thing I’ll use,” he said, “and only to punish you. So I want you to know what it feels like. It’s what they used in all those famous brutal faggy English boys’ schools.”
It really did whistle through the air and it really did hurt like hell, raising an angry livid welt immediately. I gasped again, but this time I held back the tears. I can't keep from crying if he hits me again, I thought. But I didn't think he would. After all, the point of this blow was to communicate, not to punish. It was to introduce me to the currency we'd be dealing in. At least that's what he'd said, and I realized that I believed him. I guessed that was a good sign. Still, I realized that, while precise, his message was also intentionally and profoundly ambiguous, because I knew that he wouldn't tell me how many of such blows I'd be receiving.
“Get dressed,” he told me now, “and sit down over there. Do you want some coffee?” 

* * *

Carrie's Story is regarded as one of the finest erotic novels ever written—smart, devastatingly sexy, and, at times, shocking. In this new era of "BDSM romance," à la Fifty Shades of Grey, the whips and cuffs are out of the closet and "château porn" has given way to mommy porn. Carrie's Story remains at the head of the class. Imagine The Story of O starring a Berkeley Ph.D. in comparative literature who moonlights as a bike messenger, has a penchant for irony, and loves self-analysis as much as anal pleasures. Set in both San Francisco and the more château-friendly Napa Valley, Weatherfield's deliciously decadent novel takes you on a sexually-explicit journey into a netherworld of slave auctions, training regimes, and enticing "ponies" (people) preening for dressage competitions. Desire runs rampant in this story of uncompromising mastery and irrevocable submission. 

Molly Weatherfield, the pen name of Pam Rosenthal, is also the author of Safe Word, the sequel to Carrie's Story. A prolific romance and erotica writer, she has penned many sexy, literate, historical novels. She lives in San Francisco.

You can find Molly on Facebook at and on Twitter at @PamRosenthal (

Blog Tour Schedule
March 24 - Shanna Germain 
March 25 - Lelaine
March 26 - Alison Tyler
March 27 - Romance After Dark
March 28 - Romance Junkies and Amos Lassen
March 29 - Sinclair Sexsmith
April 2 - Kissin Blue Karen
April 3 - Dana Wright
April 4 - Erin O'Riodan
April 5 - Lindsay Avalon
April 6 - Laura Antoniou
April 7 - DL King

March 17, 2013

Who's In Under Her Thumb?

So, it seems I may not have actually published the table of contents for Under Her Thumb.  I could have sworn that I had, but since I can't find it here, I thought I should let you see it.  Stop me if you already have.  Oh, I guess you can't stop me since I'll have finished by the time you read this!

So, here it is: The table of contents for Under Her Thumb.  I think you're really going to like it, I know I do.

1  Quiet                                                  Andrea Zanin
2  La Sexorcista                                     Valerie Alexander
3  Business Managing                            Teresa Noelle Roberts
4  A Little Ticklish                                   Colin
5  Hound and Hare                                  D. L. King
6  Uncharted Territory                             Evan Mora
7  Suffer                                                 Giselle Renarde
8  Subdar                                               Rachel Kramer Bussel
9  Good for the Goose                             Kathleen Bradean
10 All Eyes on Him                                  Aimee Nichols
11 Blame Spartacus                                Laura Antoniou
12 The Dinner Party                                 Anne Grip
13 Fear Not                                             Andrea Dale
14 Layover                                              Lisabet Sarai
15 Juicy Tidbits                                       Dominic Santi
16 Her Majesty’s Plaything                       Lawrence Westerman
17 Bottled and Bound                              Jacqueline Brocker
18 Red Delicious                                      Leela Scott
19 Repent!                                               David Wraith
20 Below Stairs                                        T. R. Verten
21 In the Chill of Her Displeasure              Veronica Wilde

Dorothy Parker

Janine Ashbless just posted this on Facebook and I love it.  I felt the need to stick it on my blog.  

I know, I never post anything particularly interesting on my blog, just stuff about calls and books.  So sue me!  But I thought you would enjoy it--all two of you.  Dorothy Parker was most definitely one of the wittiest people who ever lived and, to this day, my favorite place to hang out and drink with other writer friends and talk about writing and publishing is at the Algonquin Hotel.

I lift my over-priced martini to you, Dorothy!

March 15, 2013

Free Books!

I'm giving away two signed copies of Under Her Thumb on Good Reads!  All you have to do is go over there and sign up for one.  Good Reads will randomly select the winners on April 15!

And don't forget, if you're in NYC, come to the book launch at Purple Passion on April 12!

March 9, 2013

Under Her Thumb NYC Launch Reading/Signing!

I've always wanted a real book launch party but somehow I never got around to having one.

But, with the publication date of Under Her Thumb: Erotic Stories of Female Domination approaching, I decided I wanted to do it up right.  You see, this book is special to me.  Yes, they're all special to me and I'm very proud of all my books, but this one -- this one is the one I've wanted to edit from the very beginning.  This one is personal.  If you've enjoyed my short stories or my novels, I think you will like this book!

Please join me, along with Laura Antoniou, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Anne Grip and Lawrence Westerman, some very special authors from the book, for an evening of reading and celebration.

Under Her Thumb NYC Launch
Friday, April 12, 2013 at 7:00 p.m.
211 West 20th Street
New York, NY

Please join us.  There'll be plenty to eat and drink, books to buy and have signed, not to mention a special discount on all purchases made at Purple Passion after the reading (with the exception of Under Her Thumb).

While I know I don't have to say this, 'cause it's kind of like McDonald's coffee being hot...
This is an adults only event, hey, it's in a sex shop... I'm just sayin'...