He also talked a fair amount about mayonnaise. The interview was conducted by Mara Altman, the author of four bestselling Kindle Singles including “Baby Steps” and “Bearded Lady.” Altman has worked as a staff writer for The Village Voice, and has also written for New York Magazine and The New York Times. In 2009, HarperCollins published Altman's first book, “Thanks For Coming: A Young Woman's Quest for an Orgasm,” which was optioned as a comedy series by HBO. Cover design by Adil Dara Kim.

    With its history and Christmas charm, London feels like the perfect getaway.But can they truly leave their realities behind?In their luxurious quarters, the girls meet Holly who is ideal at showing Maggie and Zoe the sumptuous sights and sounds of London in their most glittering light. But behind her bright façade, Holly is hiding a secret: suffering from unrequited love, she’s looking for a Christmas miracle. Desperate to see an unattainable love story for Holly come together, will our LA starlets succeed in providing a Hollywood ending before the dawn of Christmas Day?Packed to the brim with festive cheer, this is the only story you’ll need this Christmas…

    The only thing missing from her picturesque, countryside life is companionship. But with a great distaste for dating – and the city – Stefani approaches an international service to make her marital dreams come true.Enter Yulia, the alluring Russian woman with a penchant for heavy flirtation. She occasionally puts her money where her mouth is, too, driving Stefani wild with fantasies that this marriage might be more than convenience.Yet she can’t shake the feeling that Yulia has an ulterior motive. Or maybe that’s the Valettis’ collective past coming back to bite them.YULIA PETROVAYulia Petrova will do whatever it takes to get to America. Specifically, the Pacific Northwest, where the only person who matters is waiting for her.She’ll even marry a total stranger. A woman, no less.The trick isn’t balancing her own preferences. No, the trick is keeping her new fiancée from finding out the truth too quickly. First, she must ensure that Stefani is in love with her. Then, Yulia must reveal the tragic truth that has brought her to America.DO SVIDANIYA, MI AMORETheir budding passion and rising trust in one another is about to be severely complicated by the illness sweeping the world. For Stefani, that means shutting down the winery and hiding behind her chronic anxiety. For Yulia, that means taking all matters into her own hands. The whole world could burn, and she would still get what she came here for.And she will do it alone – with or without the woman she’s come to love

    Having lost her job in a company merger, she was down on luck and on her last bucks. When an unconventional job offer comes her way, she keels over. Because, let’s face it, she has no other options. Kade, John and Brad are billionaire CEO’s shopping for their next submissive. Diana is a front-runner, provided she submits to their whims during a series of tests to determine her potential. It’s easier said than done. They want to take her three-ways. At the same time. Most of the time. What’s a girl gotta do, when three gorgeous hunks want to lay her bare and have their wicked way with her luscious body, in every way possible? Poor Diana. Here, have some wine. Please note that this series is for readers looking for something quick to read. A story that will raise your desire with every page you turn. Tales of Dominant men looking and finding their sub for their ultimate HEA. That’s what these stories are about. If you’re looking for a deep, involved plot or extensive character development, this series is not for you and you might want to check out my other full-length books. If you like hot, steamy, sexy short stories that take you on a wild ride into a world of sensual fantasy, then by all means . . . enjoy!

    For me, getting caught screwing the wife of a drug dealer was about as tough as it was going to get. So I got the heck out of dodge. That's how I found myself in New Jersey, with no money and no friends. And certainly no reason to stick around. Until I met Andrea. Married, straight Andrea, who was just as beautiful as she was kind. Andrea, who turned my predicament into an opportunity. Andrea, whose happy marriage wasn't what it seemed... Now I have every reason to stick around. **This is the first book in a 3-book lesbian romance series. Intended for mature audiences only, due to strong language and adult scenes. Book 2, Untamed, is OUT NOW**

    David's sheltered upbringing has left him socially awkward, a 80s fashion sense and a stick-thin physique. Matt decides to look out for the daydreaming student and teaches about some of the things he has missed out on. They quickly become best friends. However, David's feelings for Matt grow deeper than just friendship. After a awkward encounter with a girl Matt sets him up with, David knows he only wants on thing. But will David convince Matt to succumb to their desires? Or will it all end in disaster?

    But being an air force cadet isn’t the only new thing she’s dealing with—she can’t get her best friend out of her mind.After some not-so-mixed signals, Alexis bounds off to the academy, ready to start her life anew, until she catches the eye of an upper-class cadet on the first day. Cadet Teason is hot, strong, and attentive toward Alexis. Only problem is… Cadet Teason is a woman. Battling whether or not to confront her lesbian identity, Alexis must traverse the unspoken fears plaguing those who are gay in the military. But the fears of being kicked out are not strong enough to restrain her passion any longer.She Can’t Tell is a coming of age new adult lesbian romance set in the Air Force Academy. As Alexis keeps her eye (and hands) on Cadet Teason and a surprise best friend, readers are taken on her path to gay pride through self-discovery, self-respect, and self-love.

    When she comes down with blinding headaches, she reluctantly takes time away from work to go and see the doctor. Dr. Burnett is a gorgeous young blonde woman, and she comes to a decision very quickly. Stacy has stress headaches, and needs some rest and physical pleasure to distract her from the pain. Luckily, this is the good doctor's specialty, and she gives Stacy a treatment right there in the office!

    Lonely Christopher combines a striking emotional grammar, reminiscent of Gertrude Stein's Three Lives, with an unyielding imagination in the lovely/ugly architecture of his stories.Lonely Christopher is the author of several poetry chapbooks and is a contributor to the poetry volume Into (Seven Circles Press). His plays have been published, staged in New York City and internationally, and released in Mandarin translation. His fiction received Pratt Institute's 2009 Thesis Award. He is a founding member of the small press The Corresponding Society and an editor of its biannual journal Correspondence. He lives in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn.

    I plan to learn what makes her body tick. The more my fingers stroll along her curves causing sparks to fly, I realize the occasional hook-ups aren't enough. The physical chemistry is a bonus but just the tip of the iceberg. I want it all with Malaysia. I may work sixty-plus hours a week, but I'm never too tired to spend time with Malaysia. During the day I'm a brain surgeon. At night, I protect the streets of Boston from the scum of the earth who prey on the less fortunate. Can Malaysia handle my after-hours duties? Or will the weight of the danger prove to be too heavy?

    Violetta's agreement is reluctant, sure the only women who might want have a screw loose. She feels her suspicions are confirmed when it is an anonymous bidder who wins the date, and things go from weird to weirder after that. This is a novella of 30,000 words.

    I had a three-day notice to pay rent or quit. The ad was the answer to my problem. Someone needed a party hostess for 24 hours on a private island. With my catering experience and model looks, I could get the gig. But when I set eyes on the man about to fly me to the island, I realized I might have made a mistake. The tall, older, arrogant stranger didn’t just undress me with his eyes, he used me right there on the pavement. Deviant desires seemed to radiate from him. He pulled a black leather dog collar out of his pocket. “Wait. You have to sign this before we do anything. Read it.” He handed me a contract. The wind swept a bottle down the runway and blew my skirt up. It was hard to read with his dark eyes looking right through my underwear and into my secret places. “This is a mistake. I didn’t know the ad meant —.” “You thought you were going to serve canapes on a tray?” He chuckled. “No, Brittani. You’re the main course.” His eyes worked me over again. “And you’re perfect.” He handed me a pen that probably cost more than my laptop. “Just sign at the bottom of the page. Full disclosure, full consent. That’s the way I do business.” “Can I leave?” “Of course you can leave. If you leave now. But you don’t get paid if you leave. Once we get to the island, you’re ours for 24-hours.” He tapped the contract with his long finger. “When your service is over, I transfer $10,000 to your account and send you home.” “$10,000?” I choked on it. That was more than generous. I scanned the contract again. It had long, dense paragraphs of disclaimers and waivers but not much in the way of details. “I’ll be — okay — when it’s over?” “You’ll be okay.” He smiled. I liked his smile. I needed the money. I signed. He put the collar around my neck and buckled it. If you like dark short erotica, kinky alpha billionaires — and no-entrances-barred hard-and-unprotected group interracial action with a white woman at the center, you'll love Q. Zayne's creamy story about Brittani’s scary-hot visit to The Billionaire’s Club. Click Buy and get the adventure! All characters are 18+ and readers should be, too, due to language and sexual content. If you're over 21, enjoy the dash of interracial BMWW romance sparked amid all the juicy action. :)

    Beg for me. Tell me what you want me to do, and I will do it," I growled out.She interlocked her ankles with one another around my neck. I was trapped between her legs, and I didn't want to free myself."Fuck me with your tongue, Emanuel."*20,000 word short-story*

    Scientist Lara stumbles upon a hidden, underground temple belonging to a lustful, six-armed god. He has awoken with only one thing on his mind. The ravishment of an innocent sacrifice. And unfortunately, the god has decided Lara will do nicely. Heart pounding, Lara turned. She screamed at the sight of the giant, six-armed god towering over her. He wore nothing but an animal skin loin cloth, leaving the rest of his red skin bare. He took a step toward her. His bottom set of hands lowered to his hips to remove the only barrier between them.

    In 1950, publisher Fawcett Books founded its Gold Medal imprint, inaugurating the reign of lesbian pulp fiction. These were the books that small-town lesbians and prurient men bought by the millions — cheap, easy to find in drugstores, and immediately recognizable by their lurid covers. For women leading straight lives, here was confirmation that they were not alone and that darkly glamorous, "gay" places like Greenwich Village existed. Some — especially those written by lesbians — offered sympathetic and realistic depictions of "life in the shadows," while others (no less fun to read now) were smutty, sensational tales of innocent girls led astray. In the overheated prose typical of the genre, this collection documents the emergence of a lesbian subculture in postwar America.