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Showing posts with label erotic romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label erotic romance. Show all posts
Friday, October 18, 2013
FREE - The Vampire's Submissive
To celebrate "The Vampire's Submissive" being relisted on Amazon, I'm giving it away for the next five days! Pick up your free copy here. I hope you'll download Katy and Jackson's story and leave a review on Amazon. The poor darling doesn't have a single review. Thank you so much, and I hope you enjoy their story.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Banned by Amazon
My story, The Vampire's Submissive, has been banned by Amazon. Disappointed doesn't even begin to cover my feelings at the moment.
I had enrolled this story in the Kindle select program, so it is not available anywhere else at this time. I hesitate to upload it to Kobo or Barnes & Noble, as I've read that they, too, are using giant brooms to sweep erotic romance and erotica out the door.
I honestly don't know what to do. I've spent plenty of money on covers for this story, as well as three others, two of which have not been released. My novella, Submitting to Ethan, has not yet been banned by Amazon, but I'm sure it will be any minute now.
Why? Because in the description I am honest about the contents of my book:
MATURE READERS 18+ ONLY
WARNING: This book contains rape fantasies and scenes of "forced" sex. If you are sensitive to this type of writing, please do not buy this book. In no way does this book condone the crime of rape. This book includes the following elements: graphic erotic language, explicit sex, anal sex, spanking, BDSM, and a loving D/s relationship.
I write stories as a means of feeling in control and to give myself (past and present) a Voice. Since I am no longer welcome on Amazon, I will have to find another way of sharing my stories.
What do you think of the mass ban on erotic romance and erotica?
Violet
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| Gorgeous cover by Niina Cord of Niina's Cover Design |
I had enrolled this story in the Kindle select program, so it is not available anywhere else at this time. I hesitate to upload it to Kobo or Barnes & Noble, as I've read that they, too, are using giant brooms to sweep erotic romance and erotica out the door.
I honestly don't know what to do. I've spent plenty of money on covers for this story, as well as three others, two of which have not been released. My novella, Submitting to Ethan, has not yet been banned by Amazon, but I'm sure it will be any minute now.
Why? Because in the description I am honest about the contents of my book:
MATURE READERS 18+ ONLY
WARNING: This book contains rape fantasies and scenes of "forced" sex. If you are sensitive to this type of writing, please do not buy this book. In no way does this book condone the crime of rape. This book includes the following elements: graphic erotic language, explicit sex, anal sex, spanking, BDSM, and a loving D/s relationship.
I write stories as a means of feeling in control and to give myself (past and present) a Voice. Since I am no longer welcome on Amazon, I will have to find another way of sharing my stories.
What do you think of the mass ban on erotic romance and erotica?
Violet
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Sparkly New Covers from Niina's Cover Design
A self-published author via the Amazon Kindle platform, I originally created my own covers using Amazon's beta cover creator. These amateur covers failed to convey the tone, theme, and content of my stories. As my son would say, they were lame-tastic. Something had to be done. Relying on my good friend, Google, I searched for eBook designers. Not sure why I clicked on Niina's link first. Divine providence perhaps.
Niina's cover form on her site was easy to use and hit on all the important details needed for creation of a fabulous cover. Niina contacted me right away and let me know when she could begin work. I didn't have to wait very long at all. I accepted the first drafts of both covers, because...well, look at them...they're more perfect than a spoon and a bowl of buttercream frosting.
Niina also designed my Facebook banner, which you can see here. I'd love for you to add me as a friend if you're on Facebook! Ooh, and if you are as addicted to Twitter as I am, I'd love for you to follow me.
If you're an author looking for a book cover design which will make you (and your readers) swoon, Niina is your girl. Tell her Violet sent you. :-)
Happy reading (and writing),
Violet
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Why I Write Erotic Romance
Dear Reader,
Welcome to my itty bitty blog. I'm so glad you are here. If you scroll down a bit, you'll find posts on my two self-published titles, Submitting to Ethan and "The Vampire's Submissive." I'd love for you to give them a read, and if you do, I'd be honored if you would leave a review on Amazon. Thank you!
*sighs*
I want to try to express my reason for writing erotic romance. I've been sitting here staring at the screen for half an hour. As it turns out, writing fiction is far easier than explaining the why behind the story.
Why do I I feel the need to share my motivation for writing erotic tales? The compulsion probably has something to do with being raised in a strict Christian household where such stories would have been considered shameful.
As a child, my young body was abused and derided by my mother and defiled by my father. Don't all mothers call their six-year-old daughters whores? Don't all fathers fondle and rape their little girls? This was my mindset as a child. Abuse and pain were normal, every day things for me, as ordinary as corn flakes in the morning and the moon in the sky in the evening. I was taught to behave at all costs, and every minor infraction resulted in severe punishment. I was taught to fear my parents' wrath, and they became god-like in my young brown eyes.
I recall my father digging a hole in the backyard one summer afternoon. He made my little brother write the letters RIP on a sheet of white paper. Daddy told me to climb in the hole and my brother held my mock gravestone above my head. Terrified, I worried Daddy would cover me up with the pile of dirt. How would I breathe? Would I die? Did he want me to be dead? My mother took a Polaroid of my dad with his shovel, my brother with my gravestone, and me lying in the hole, too frightened to move. My parents laughed at their joke and my daddy reached into my grave and pulled me out. I dusted the clay dirt from my shorts and ran inside, eager to push the memory into the far reaches of my mind.
The memory of my grave kept company with all the other bad memories, and it's only through therapy that I've begun to reclaim them. Up until three years ago, much of my childhood and teen years remained a giant void, a black hole of terror. When friends would ask, "Remember when we...?" I would shake my head in confusion, having no recollection and wondering why so much of my life was inaccessible in my memory.
While I endured physical, verbal, and emotional abuse at the hands of both parents, my father's choice to sexually abuse me left the deepest wounds, the ugliest scars. Last fall, I confronted him...sort of. I wasn't brave enough to drive three states away and knock on his door. I am still far too afraid of him. I sent him an email. He came back with a message proclaiming his unconditional love. He expressed his regret that I was mentally ill and encouraged me to find Jesus. He denied ever having touched me. I broke apart. I'd needed him to say he was sorry. Instead, he took my Truth and stamped it into the dirt. Worse still, my sister took his side.
Sexual abuse at my father's hands left me feeling broken, dirty, and damaged. My fear of sex and my difficulty enduring intercourse destroyed my marriage a little bit at a time until finally my husband requested a separation two and a half years ago. We are currently waiting for our divorce to be final. I believe my father harmed me sexually as a way of exerting his power. I have no doubt he was abused in some way when he was a child. I can't change his childhood. I can't change mine. Instead, I chose to change me. I chose to break the cycle of abuse and to give my children the childhood I could only dream of as a little girl.
While enduring my father's sexual abuse, I had no control, no power, no Voice. I could only endure and hope that he wouldn't kill me.
No control. No power. No Voice.
I've been in therapy for quite awhile, and I'm making progress. I no longer run when I see a man with graying hair, glasses and a beard. I shudder, but I don't run. Baby steps.
For a long time, I couldn't even talk about sex during therapy. Now, I can. And, I've found I can write about it, as well.
Why write about sex?
Control. Power. Voice.
When I write erotic scenes, I am in control. I have all the power. I have a Voice.
You will see a scene of attempted rape by a villain in my short story, "The Vampire's Submissive." I was in control of that scene. I saved the heroine. She had a Voice, and she was heard. Help came.
In Submitting to Ethan, Rose fantasizes about being raped by her best friend, Ethan. Again, I was in control. I wrote the scene as an expression of her fantasy. No, Rose does not wish to be raped in reality. She only wants the fantasy with a safe partner. Many women share Rose's fantasy. Myself included. Sound strange? In my fantasy, I control who I am having sex with and what they are doing to me. I direct the action. I am in control. I have all the power. I have a Voice.
Control. Power. Voice. Writing erotic stories provides me with these three things I so desperately need to continue being who I am. A Survivor.
With hope,
Violet
Welcome to my itty bitty blog. I'm so glad you are here. If you scroll down a bit, you'll find posts on my two self-published titles, Submitting to Ethan and "The Vampire's Submissive." I'd love for you to give them a read, and if you do, I'd be honored if you would leave a review on Amazon. Thank you!
*sighs*
I want to try to express my reason for writing erotic romance. I've been sitting here staring at the screen for half an hour. As it turns out, writing fiction is far easier than explaining the why behind the story.
Why do I I feel the need to share my motivation for writing erotic tales? The compulsion probably has something to do with being raised in a strict Christian household where such stories would have been considered shameful.
As a child, my young body was abused and derided by my mother and defiled by my father. Don't all mothers call their six-year-old daughters whores? Don't all fathers fondle and rape their little girls? This was my mindset as a child. Abuse and pain were normal, every day things for me, as ordinary as corn flakes in the morning and the moon in the sky in the evening. I was taught to behave at all costs, and every minor infraction resulted in severe punishment. I was taught to fear my parents' wrath, and they became god-like in my young brown eyes.
I recall my father digging a hole in the backyard one summer afternoon. He made my little brother write the letters RIP on a sheet of white paper. Daddy told me to climb in the hole and my brother held my mock gravestone above my head. Terrified, I worried Daddy would cover me up with the pile of dirt. How would I breathe? Would I die? Did he want me to be dead? My mother took a Polaroid of my dad with his shovel, my brother with my gravestone, and me lying in the hole, too frightened to move. My parents laughed at their joke and my daddy reached into my grave and pulled me out. I dusted the clay dirt from my shorts and ran inside, eager to push the memory into the far reaches of my mind.
The memory of my grave kept company with all the other bad memories, and it's only through therapy that I've begun to reclaim them. Up until three years ago, much of my childhood and teen years remained a giant void, a black hole of terror. When friends would ask, "Remember when we...?" I would shake my head in confusion, having no recollection and wondering why so much of my life was inaccessible in my memory.
While I endured physical, verbal, and emotional abuse at the hands of both parents, my father's choice to sexually abuse me left the deepest wounds, the ugliest scars. Last fall, I confronted him...sort of. I wasn't brave enough to drive three states away and knock on his door. I am still far too afraid of him. I sent him an email. He came back with a message proclaiming his unconditional love. He expressed his regret that I was mentally ill and encouraged me to find Jesus. He denied ever having touched me. I broke apart. I'd needed him to say he was sorry. Instead, he took my Truth and stamped it into the dirt. Worse still, my sister took his side.
Sexual abuse at my father's hands left me feeling broken, dirty, and damaged. My fear of sex and my difficulty enduring intercourse destroyed my marriage a little bit at a time until finally my husband requested a separation two and a half years ago. We are currently waiting for our divorce to be final. I believe my father harmed me sexually as a way of exerting his power. I have no doubt he was abused in some way when he was a child. I can't change his childhood. I can't change mine. Instead, I chose to change me. I chose to break the cycle of abuse and to give my children the childhood I could only dream of as a little girl.
While enduring my father's sexual abuse, I had no control, no power, no Voice. I could only endure and hope that he wouldn't kill me.
No control. No power. No Voice.
I've been in therapy for quite awhile, and I'm making progress. I no longer run when I see a man with graying hair, glasses and a beard. I shudder, but I don't run. Baby steps.
For a long time, I couldn't even talk about sex during therapy. Now, I can. And, I've found I can write about it, as well.
Why write about sex?
Control. Power. Voice.
When I write erotic scenes, I am in control. I have all the power. I have a Voice.
You will see a scene of attempted rape by a villain in my short story, "The Vampire's Submissive." I was in control of that scene. I saved the heroine. She had a Voice, and she was heard. Help came.
In Submitting to Ethan, Rose fantasizes about being raped by her best friend, Ethan. Again, I was in control. I wrote the scene as an expression of her fantasy. No, Rose does not wish to be raped in reality. She only wants the fantasy with a safe partner. Many women share Rose's fantasy. Myself included. Sound strange? In my fantasy, I control who I am having sex with and what they are doing to me. I direct the action. I am in control. I have all the power. I have a Voice.
Control. Power. Voice. Writing erotic stories provides me with these three things I so desperately need to continue being who I am. A Survivor.
With hope,
Violet
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Friday, October 4, 2013
Submitting to Ethan
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Dear reader,
I'm thrilled to share with you the news of my latest story, Submitting to Ethan. Like most of the stories I write, Submitting to Ethan began with a scene playing out in my head. This opening scene draws the reader into Rose White's world, a world in which she hides behind baggy clothes and pretends to be sexless. One night, during a playful interlude with her hunky best friend, Ethan, she experiences her first spanking. This single event sparks the beginning of a loving D/s relationship which will leave their lives and their friendship forever changed.
From Amazon.com:
Rose White's relationship with her best friend, Ethan Pierce, hasn't changed much over the years, until one night when Ethan surprises her with her first spanking. Both aroused beyond all control, they give in to a night of passionate lovemaking. When Ethan confesses his deep dark secret, Rose is shocked. Her Ethan is a dominant, and he wants her to be his submissive.
In the midst of her training, Rose must make a confession of her own. She's been getting nasty threats against her life for the past two weeks at work. Ethan will do everything in his power to keep her safe, but when the stalker is revealed, Rose's trust in Ethan is shaken. Can he win her back, or is their friendship a thing of the past?
"Submitting to Ethan" is a 28,000 word novella.
Reader advisory: This book contains rape fantasies and scenes of "forced" sex. If you are sensitive to this type of writing, please do not buy this book. In no way does this book condone the crime of rape.
This book includes the following elements: graphic language, explicit sex, anal sex, spanking, BDSM, and a loving D/s relationship.
Excerpt:
He wasn’t
coming.
Why hadn’t he
called? I should call. He might be sick or hurt or… No. He probably got busy at
work and time slipped away. Or maybe he hooked up with Gina, his on again,
off again. No doubt, right about now, she was on him--again. Ugh.
Since Ethan
wouldn’t be seeing me, I took off my playing-it-safe baggy T-shirt and
sweatpants and slipped on my favorite lime green cami. Almost sheer and super
thin, the fabric clung to my full breasts and did very little in the way of
covering my dark rosy nipples. Not bothering with bottoms, I flopped tummy
first onto my antique four poster bed, my black lace boy shorts riding up a bit
to show off the underside of my fleshy butt cheeks.
Blowing out a
breath, I caught myself staring at the phone. I should call him, if for no
other reason than to ask his advice about the creepy notes, flowers, and candy
I’d been receiving at work for the past two weeks. No, I wouldn’t call. He’d
think I was being all needy. Which I was. Ugh!
I’d read.
Maybe that would take my mind off things.
No way was I
turning on the TV. I’d only miss him more.
Tuesday nights
were supposed to be about me and my bestie since kindergarten lying on my bed,
having pillow fights, and watching Twilight Zone reruns until we fell asleep.
No, we weren’t
lovers. Never have been. Never will be.
An image of
Ethan kneeling between my thighs, his cock pressed at my slit, flooded my
brain. Ethan’s large, tan hands cupping my full pale breasts. Ethan’s perfect
mouth pressed against mine.
Wetness
drenched my panties. I fought the urge to get myself off with my trust
vibrator. No. Ethan would never see me that way. I gave up hoping a long
time ago. Okay, maybe I still have a little hope. Yes, I am an idiot.
I dragged my
copy of Jane Eyre off the nightstand. I liked to read it and imagine
Ethan as Mr. Rochester and me as Jane. Only, my Mr. Rochester would turn me
over his knee and give me a long, hard spanking anytime he felt like it. I’ve
never actually been spanked, but I sure have dreamed about it. Turning the page
I’d dog-eared last night, I lost myself in their world.
The bed dipped
and I shrieked. Fear lanced through me. Why hadn’t I heard the door open?
“Hello, baby
girl.” His voice, husky and deep, flowed like warm butter over my skin.
I sighed in
relief. Ethan. He sat beside me on my side of the bed, his perfect ass bumping
up against my round waistline.
I looked him
up and down. His dark brown hair, wavy and mussed. His face darkened with
stubble. His steel gray eyes pinning me, a deer in headlights. He wore a tight
white T-shirt which molded itself to his muscled chest and did all sorts of
wonderful things to my tummy. And my pussy. His jeans were snug against his
hips and muscled thighs. His feet were bare. No wonder I hadn’t heard him come
in the room. He had a key to my apartment, so he’d slipped in easily. I quickly glanced at the clock. Ten minutes until
nine o’clock. “You’re late,” I accused him.
“Sorry,
sweetie. I had to take a client to dinner.” Ethan was the head of a successful
PR firm located in downtown Memphis. He always reserved Tuesday nights for us,
so I’m guessing this was a pretty important client.
I stuck my
bottom lip out in what I hoped was a pretty pout.
Ethan stood
then leaned in close. He lifted his large tanned hand and brought it down hard
on my left ass cheek.
Squealing, I
reached back to cover my sore bottom, protecting it from another assault.
“What was that for?” I asked,
more aroused than I’d ever been in my life. I felt the flood of moisture
seeping from my pussy. Please don’t look at my panties, I begged him
silently. He’d see how wet they were, and then I’d be humiliated. Humiliated
because no way he’ll ever want me the way I want him.
I’m not
exactly Ethan’s type. I’m only five feet, five inches, and tiny I am not. I’ve
tried to lose weight, but the extra curves appear to be here to stay. I’ve
always looked like this. I’ve always hated it, too.
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I hope you'll give Ethan and Rose's story a try, and if you do, I'd love to hear from you!
Happy reading!
Violet Gray
P.S. You can follow me on Twitter @TheVioletGray
Text copyright 2013 Violet Gray.
All rights reserved.
Do not copy without the express written permission from Violet Gray.
Cover art by Niina Cord of Niina's Cover Design
Cover art by Niina Cord of Niina's Cover Design
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Hello from Violet
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Dear reader,
Thank you so much for stumbling upon my little blog. As a new indie writer, I wanted my readers (Here's hoping I'll have some soon!) to have a way to contact me and share their thoughts on my stories.
I've always loved writing, and I have a couple of sweet contemporary novellas published under another pen name. (Nope, not telling!)
Erotic romance captured my attention a few years ago, and I finally decided to have a go at writing one myself. "The Vampire's Submissive" is a 13,000 word short story, which I've uploaded to Amazon's Kindle Select Program. Don't have a Kindle? You can quickly download the free Kindle app to your smartphone, tablet, or PC.
Jackson Wainwright wants Katy Foster. Trouble is, his love of BDSM is sure to send this docile Southern belle running for safety. Or would it? When Katy is attacked on her way home from work, Jackson is the one to rescue her. Once her ordeal is over, Katy wants to create a good memory to replace the horror of the attack. One night of lovemaking awakens Katy's celestial powers, unleashes Jackson's protective instincts, and reveals their shared interest in domination and submission. Joining with three supernatural friends, the couple must fight the darkness threatening their small Southern town. Will Jackson's need for absolute control draw Katy closer or push her away? Can Katy trust herself enough to embrace her new powers and destroy the darkness which almost stole her life? Will Jackson and Katy win the battle against the darkness only to lose one another?
I hope you'll pick up a copy of "The Vampire's Submissive." Priced at just $1.99, this short story is the product of lots of love, sweat, and tears. I hope you enjoy it! If you read it, I'd love to hear your thoughts on Katy and Jackson's story.
Happy reading!
Violet Gray
Reader advisory: This story contains a scene of attempted rape by a villain. The following elements are also included in the story: graphic language, explicit sex, anal play, voyeurism, BDSM elements, spanking, and a loving D/s relationship. If any of these elements offend you, please do not buy this book.
Cover art by Niina of Niina's Cover Design
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