Shatter a mirror, and rearrange the pieces. What shapes will you find in the splintered glass?Sinister forces roam London’s streets, skulking through the neon-lit rain. They are not alone. Haunted by memories of the man who abandoned her, Amber goes wal
The fortunate women of Please, Sir are not docile pushovers by any means. They make the rules and negotiate with their masters -- though sometimes they also get off on being pushed just a little too far by men they know they can trust. It's as if the doms
Men are the ones gifted with all sorts of power in our society, but a dirty little secret is that so many of them long to strip themselves of this power, to be tied down, gagged, spanked, taken, owned. They want to ease the burdens of manliness, if only f
(This is not a romance. I NEVER write romances. If you're after one, please don't read this.)When Jennifer left the cold and damp of London for the sparkle and bustle of Tokyo, she imagined she'd find a world full of cherry blossom festivals, ancient tea
(This is not a romance. I NEVER write romances. If you're after one, please don't read this.)“…We are all animals, Sophie, all of us. We think we are so smart—masters of our destinies, yes? We lie to ourselves that we have control. But if it does no
