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Niemeh and Amarah don't set out to cause trouble; it just seems to "find" them wherever they go. But when an evil and overbearing Sorcerer of the dark arts lays a claim on Niemeh's white magics-and...

In an era where the absurdly wealthy are allowed to purchase human "pets" as playmates for their pleasure, Auction Night for the unspoiled Bunny-Girls is more than just a show of decadence and good...

Clarissa wanted to discover where her interest in BDSM might begin, so she figured an evening at a special club might be the "safest" place to start. When a Roland Sterling spies a "newbie" to the...

What do writer's do between novels or when needing to take a quick break from all that plot device and character arc? Why, they side-track into short stories and flash fiction for inspiration and a...

Heartsounds is a collection of poems from and about the heart, from deepest familial love to the trainwreck of romantic love, to the love of pets even. The author "may have" slipped in a little...

I was not looking for trouble, or stimulation, or even my next temptation, as I prefer to lie low, as they say. So imagine my surprise when it sauntered into my workplace and disturbed everything in...

Now an outlaw on her homeland island of Sebastia, and wanted for "questioning" on the Mainland, Sasha has to lay low and still try to eke out a living as trained Mercenary-for-hire. While a...

Porridge. Aswin tried to catch his racing breath and get ahold of his panic. He had been promised porridge. No one needed to be 'prepared' for porridge. But someone, someone, should have prepared him...

Lost in a downpour, frightened, and a little rough around the edges, a young "Bunny-Girl" is remanded to the custody of a new Master simply by chance and circumstance. Thrust into an entirely new...

Psychopathic hitman just looking for a "good" time... Jynx wasn't always an assassin, but he was always a psychopath. A fly-by-night attitude combined with a penchant for a .38 semi-automatic, a...

Poetry about life, nature, little things, oh, and don't forget the coffee! Because sometimes you just need a poem (or two) as an ode to your favorite beverage, or because there's an incessant toad in...

In the ink of the night, when all the little critters scart to skitter and moan, that's when we poets like to crawl out of the depths and into your head. We'll muddle around, and get under your skin...