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I should be working on my latest book today, or working on publicity for the one coming out this weekend. But I've been derailed thanks to Fursona, a documentary I happened across last night while scrolling through Netflix.Let me preface all this by saying I don't bring judgment to any lifestyle where no one is being harmed. But that doesn't mean I can't watch in drop-jawed stupefaction as one man explains why he spends his days dressed as a raccoon and another details his failed attempt to legally change his name to Boomer the Dog.I realize there are different strokes for different folks. You're talking to a woman whose body of work includes two shape shifter books. And I get the lure of the fandom. Harry Potter, Sherlock, Doctor Who - I've been there. But furries - who develop a persona around a cartoon animal and make it their alter ego -  take fan devotion to a whole new level.According to the documentary, furries are so committed to their personas that they invest thousands of dollars in realistic looking costumes that are heavy and hot to wear. And along with the weight of the costumes, these ardent role-players endure the weight of mockery from a press and public they claim doesn't understand what they're all about.And this is where it gets weird. Or weirder. The documentary revealed a rift the between rank-and-file furries and Uncle Kage - the community's Svengaliesque, self-appointed leader and chairman of the cosplay convention Anthrocon.  According to the documentary, Uncle Kage — whose persona is a giant Samurai cockroach (swear to God) — is very protective of the furry image and ardently eschews the notion that stuff like this is what furries are all about:In fact, Uncle Kage, who dresses like a scientist onstage at Anthrocon, because in real life he is an actual  Ph.D. (again, swear to God), was shown ranting against a fox-cosplayer who dared appear on a talk show and admit to having sex with other furries in costume. To further emphasize that it's not about sex, when Uncle Kage took over Anthrocon, he booted fur-centric sex toy vendor Bad Dragon from the convention.And here's the weirdest part of the story, which makes it my favorite part. Have I been living under a rock? I've never even heard of Bad Dragon, but if you're every game for something really, really, really, really different, this place is just genius. I mean, there are dildo shops, and then there's this site. Want to get fucked by a unicorn? How about a griffon or a chimera? Bad Dragon has you covered, and if you're hesitant because you can't decide between being banged by a basilisk or an ice dragon, each product has detailed fantasy scenarios to get you in the mood. Oh, and guys, there's something for you, too. Don't tell me you've never thought about what it would be like to get a blow job from a werewolf. No werewolves? Fine. If you're feeling nostalgic, they have dinosaur pussies for your retro pleasure.Hell, for $65 you can buy a dragon's tongue. Use your imagination.But wait. If you've not already run screaming from your computers there's more. For the full experience, there are dragon dildos that eject Bad Dragon's special brand of cum-lube, and at this point I just can't keep writing because oh-my-god-what-the-fuck? Like I said, different strokes. All I know is that my toy chest is suddenly looking very, very ordinary.But back to the documentary and the controversy. It was like watching a train wreck, and I couldn't look away. But I'm glad I didn't because who knew something like this could be so interesting, or so controversial? My final impression is that Dr. Kage should give up making this look like just a chaste fandom. Of course it's sexual for some people, and if it is, what's wrong with that? Dragons need love, too.Ava Sinclair is an bestselling Amazon author of multi-genre erotic romance featuring the common theme of strong women and dominant men. You can find her work at www.avasinclairauthor.com

When I had dinner with Rollin Hand in August of 2015, he was just entering retirement and ready to fulfill his dream of spending the rest of his life writing. Rollin got his wish. He spent the rest of his life writing.If only the rest of his life had been longer. I'm angry again. Rollin is the second friend I've lost this year who died before his time, who left with many miles still left under the hood, who left behind friends to grieve not just the loss of a man, but the loss of talent and kindness from this world.Writing a tribute to a man like Rollin is both easy and hard. It's easy because there's so much good to say. It's hard because you're afraid you'll leave something out. Rollin was talented, prolific, and delightfully passionate about penning tales that appealed to both men and women. His blog, Disciplinary Tales, was wildly popular.  Rollin has said he didn't just write spanking stories, but stories with spanking. That's what made him so well read. He loved writing in this genre, and people flocked to stories featuring both male and female tops. Rollin was generous. Go to his blog if you haven't been and thank me later for suggesting it to you, because there is so much fantastic free content to be had. Not only was he generous in sharing his own personal work, but the work of other writers. If you were an author who needed a boost for your new book, you didn't have to ask Rollin to feature you on his blog because he'd offer. Rollin was grateful. When I made him a teaser for his first Jordan St. John book, he thanked me repeatedly. When we were in Texas at the Stormy Night  retreat where we shared that dinner, I gave him a book  - a vintage lesbian pulp fiction novel, the kind with the old-fashioned over-the-top covers. He was so damn happy with that book, and I was happy to give it to him. It's easy to do things for nice people. And Rollin was nice.Rollin was ordinary. The may seem like a weird compliment, but he was the kind of guy you'd pass on the street. But that's what made his delight in writing kinky fiction so delicious. When we were at dinner, he told he how much he enjoyed his double life as a both a successful professional and an erotic author. Rollin is all of us. He's the ordinary person who sits down at the computer to pursue our extraordinary passion. In that way, he really is representative of authors in a genre populated not by vamps and sirens, but by moms and dads and even grandparents.Who knows how much time any of us have left. This year is teaching me not to take a day for granted. And Rollin has inspired me to make the most of my days -  to write and write and write because there's nothing finer than taking joy in your art, unless it's doing so with the knowledge that there are people out there waiting to enjoy it. That was Rollin's reality. He was loved and well-read by thousands of people. And even if he didn't have the years he wanted, he passed this life as a successful author he aspired to be.We miss you, Rollin. Thank you for being an inspiration, and a friend.

When I started kicking around the idea for a follow-up to my first paranormal romance,I knew it would focus on bears since a bear shifter was the villain in the first book,Alpha Daddy. I briefly considered making the characters of my latest book,Her Russian Bears, a couple of hackers. But I know my long-suffering publisher doesn't like to get political, and a storyline with a couple of bear-shifters who wanted to Make America Great Again for Mother Russia might cause more angst than my editor deserves. This is how I pictured his reaction.So I drew on different real life events as the basis for this latest book, and on a visceral level (if not a political one) it's arguably more disturbing than what's going on with our government.It happened in 2008 in the remote Kamchatka region of Siberia.Two Russian plantinum mine workers were killed in an attack that put not just miners, but also local residents on edge when a band of up to thirty bears began to stalk villagers. The attacks were blamed on stress. According to scientists at the time, Kamchatka's dense bear population was facing "unprecedented ecological pressures," including overfishing of the salmon the huge animals relied upon for foodInAlpha Daddy, the evil bear shifter Bruce Holder was different from the wolf shifters in that anger and fear made controlling his shifts difficult. The shifters inHer Russian Bearsare the good guys, but they have the same problem.  And when an female American wildlife agent Jordan Rowe shows up to investigate a case of smuggling during a time of hardship for the bear clan, she unwittingly intrudes on a shifter culture in chaos.It doesn't help that women are a scarce commodity. The bear shifters in my story - mine owner Mikhail Barinov and biologist Ivan Kolov -  know they can keep better control of their emotions if they have a mate. By now I'm sure you see where this is going...two hot guys, scarcity of women, a sudden available female...yes, my dears, it's a shifter menage.So was it a challenge to make a story featuring real-life bear attacks sexy AF? Not really. If anything I think having a basis in reality ramped up the danger, and made Mikhail and Ivan's possession of Jordan even more erotic. Everyone loves a dominant, protective man. And if he's an animal both in and out of bed, then more's the better.So how about an excerpt?Ivan Kolov took her by her upper arms and looked down at her. “Jordan Rowe,” he said. “It is okay to not understand. It is okay to be afraid. We cannot always be strong.”Had he pulled her to him, or had she fallen into his embrace? Jordan could never say for sure. She only would remember feeling something unfamiliar at that moment – an overwhelming desire for protection against a reality that had betrayed her by being something other than she knew.The arms around her were strong, and the mouth that found hers was warm and demanding, but also sensual. His tongue found its way past her lips, sweeping seductively around hers, tasting her as his hands moved under her parka to map the soft curves of her trembling body.“No,” she said, but the word was as weak as her legs which buckled when his hand found and squeezed a breast, the possessive grip prompting the nipple to harden against his palm.He worked the shoulder of her parka over her left shoulder, and she shimmied it off her right as he stepped back and pulled his jacket and shirt off. His chest was smooth, chiseled and rock hard, his arms corded with muscles she knew could hold her against her will should she try to escape. The thought of that, of being merciless to his power, made her pussy throb.No. This time she said the words to herself, trying to rein in the flaring attraction that was threatening to blaze out of control.There were so many reasons to resist. She’d been stripped of her will. She’d been traumatized. He was taking advantage of that.So why was she letting him pull her shirt off. Why was she throwing her head back so his mouth could blaze a line of fire up the column of her throat with his lips? Why was she arching her back as his hands slipped into her tight yoga pants to discover her pussy swollen and soaked?He pulled her bra, snapping the back of it. It came free, releasing her breasts. Ivan sunk to his knees, pulling her pants down as he went. Jordan gripped the post of the bed for support as he pulled her boots off. She stared between the mounds of his breasts into the eyes looking up at her. She’d had men look at her before. She knew lust. But what she saw in Dr. Ivan Kolov’s eyes was something deeper. It sent a shiver through her, being wanted this much by a man she inexplicably ached for.His hands clutched her buttocks. He squeezed them rhythmically, and her pussy clenched with need, exuding another flood of arousal.She had her first orgasm when he buried his face in her labia, his teeth grazing it as he growled against the fleshy petals of her womanhood. He pushed two finger into her, driving her up on her tiptoes. Jordan lost her balance and fell forward onto his back. He picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder as if she were a doll. The next thing she knew, she was flat back on the mattress and he was pulling her pants the rest of the way off. She was naked, in daylight, with a man. This, too, was new for her. She’d always had sex in the dark with men who felt their way around her body. Ivan Kolov looked at her hungrily.“You are stubborn, beautiful woman,” he said. “And you are still strong,” he added. “But you will be soft with me, no?”She almost came from his words alone, spreading her legs to him eagerly as her eyes fell to a cock so large and erect that it almost made her gasp. He chuckled low in his throat when he saw her eyes widen.“You will take all of me, Jordan Rowe. And you will scream with pleasure.”And she did, her cries filling the room as he drove himself hard into her eager pussy. She was tight from her long period of self-imposed abstinence, and the sweet pain of being so completely claimed awoke something primal in her. Jordan’s arms went around Ivan’s broad shoulders, her soft hands clinging to the ridges of his muscles as he pumped into her with brutal thrusts that she met with mindless abandon.Buy on AMAZON

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“Mom, I have something to tell you.”It was early in the morning one year ago today when my daughter Alex woke me with those words. I could tell from the tone of her voice that it was serious. I sat up, bleary-eyed, as she shut the door.“Alan Rickman died.” She stood there, watching the blood drain from my face. When she spoke again, her tone was soft and sympathetic.  “I know you check your phone when you wake up, and I didn’t want you to find out about this on social media.”I’ll always consider what Alex did one of the kindest things anyone has ever done, and a testament to how well she knows me. Fans are always upset by the death of their favorite actor or writer. But a fangirl? It leaves her devastated.Die HardandRobin Hoodturned me into a Rickman fan, but it was theHarry Potterfilms that turned me into a fangirl. I read all the books, and Snape was my favorite part of the series. It was Rickman’s assuming the mantle of the brooding, secretive professor that brought him to life.RickmanwasSnape to me, the intersection of descriptive art and tangible humanity as he loomed on the screen with that slight smirk, sweeping cape and deep velvety voice asking Hermione if she delighted in being an insufferable know-it-all, or telling his students that he could teach them to brew fame, bottle glory, or put a stopper in death. Keep your fantasies about cowboys with oiled six packs and billionaires with private jets. My darkest daydreams involved doing detention with a middle-aged Potions Master.I wrote wickedly shameful, first-person fanfiction that you will never, ever see about the things that went on in that office. Sometimes I was the student summoned to meet Snape after hours. Other times I was a teaching assistant called in for breaking some arcane Hogwarts protocol. But it always ended with some angry sex. And a bit of tenderness. Because, Snape.To the thinking woman whose ideal man is smart, aloof, and enigmatic, Snape was perfect. He was brilliant, tortured, but could also feel and love. And he had a protective streak, too. His whole life in the books was about protecting Harry the way he couldn’t protect Lily. I cried when I read of how he was taunted at school. He was a loner who found it hard to place his trust in others. He hated superficiality, and at his heart was a scholar. He was my relatable character. And he was a teacher. Snape inspired us to give those we think are the bad guys a closer look, to view them through the prism of past hurts, and to understand that heroes can be found in the most unusual places.And Alan Rickman gave Snape to me – to us - in the flesh, gave us his sneers, but also his vulnerability. He guarded Snape's secrets, but when he finally cracked we could see the light.  So when my daughter came into my room to tell me that Alan Rickman was gone, it was like losing Snape all over again, only worse, because what Rickman gave us was a unique interpretation that no one else can ever, ever replicate.I mourned for Alan Rickman. I still mourn. Artists and actors and writers are Givers. They touch people in a way that inspires and encourages and stays with us. I don’t think I’ll ever really get over his death.Because I was not just a fan. I was a fangirl. And that’s just…different.My latest book is calledMastering the Fangirl. Yes, it’s full of heat and sex and explores the delicious fangirl fantasy of hooking up with our untouchable crush. But, no, it doesn’t an Alan Rickman-type character. (Some fantasies must be kept between a girl and her idol.Always.)My book is about a young woman, Emma, and her favorite author, Alden Fisher, and how she discovers that the strength he inspired through his work was in her all along. It is my hope that it touches the fangirl in all of you, the part that has dared reach out to love - or even slightly obsess over - those who give us beautiful, fictional worlds and whose losses makes us mourn, even though they never even knew our names.

When Trent Evans describes his latest book as a "dark capture fantasy with intense and explicit sex," believe him.Taking the Humanwas my reward for finishing my own book. I'm trying to read more books by fellow authors, something I never seem to find time to do. I've also been wanting to do more blog reviews, since I love talking about what I read.I finished Trent's 70K word book in two days. I spent the next three thinking about what I wanted to say about it.It wasn't because I didn't like it. I did. The plot is solid: a female astronomer named Alisse is abducted by an alien who's been secretly observing her. The alien, Lukanos, is All Male — the stuff of female fantasies. He's large and strong and virile, with the size and sexual appetite to back up his proclivities.He's also something of  a rebel, having violated his superiors' directive by abducting a human.  What follows is political intrigue in which the reader is left wondering whom to trust. There's also sex and punishment.LOTSof sex and punishment. And this is where Trent's book fulfills a description that should be writ large in flashing letters.I write dark erotica. Or I thought I did. But I think what I may be writing is dark erotica with an airbag. Just when the sex and punishment  in my books edges towards brutality, I provide a cushion for the reader. In my books, the woman is so turned on that all the things we'd expect to happen when we are whipped or take a giant alien cock up the ass are glossed over by her arousal. Yes, there's some pain; such scenes would be unrealistic without it. But I don't delve into the raw mechanics of the act in the gritty manner that Trent Evans does.Trent Evans provides no airbag. I hit Trent's Sex and Punishment Wall going about eighty and found myself perversely fascinated by the realistic descriptions that went on and on. Lukanos is determined to train Alisse, and he's not all that worried about how much it hurts her. She's whipped and fucked and even though she gets turned on in spite of herself, the natural lubrication of arousal does not spare her the very real physical affects that are described in gloriously excruciating detail.Some may wonder if that is a good thing. I suppose that really depends on what you like. If you like escapist fantasy that has you squirming from empathy, you'll love it. If you prefer soft romance that treats the act of hardcore sex with a eight-foot tall humanoid as something a woman could easily handle, then you may find this book to be a bit much.I happened to like it, but I liked it because it pushed the boundaries. That's what books should do. They should take you outside your comfort zone.  Alisse is taken outside of her comfort zone, and so is Lukanos as he uncovers dark secrets about the human slave trade on his planets. He develops feelings for Alisse, but at no point do those feelings erode the visceral treatment that makes Lukanos so realistically alien. Don't expect this hero to become humanized. He is not human. His sexual interaction with Alisse is part of his culture, and ultimately she sacrifices all that is comfortable and easy to handle (sexually and otherwise) to stand by his side.This is a book I recommend for the brave reader, or for the reader wanting to test her bravery. It left me breathless, and thinking that I need to up my game if I'm ever going to describe another of my own books as "dark erotica."Description:For Alisse Southwick, the problem wasn't just the musclebound 8 foot tall alien who'd taken her from everything she'd ever known. No, the problem was she was seriously contemplating trading the knowledge that unlocked the secrets of the universe, in exchange for her freedom — sexual and otherwise. She was a woman of science, yes, but why did the alien holding her captive have to look like something out of her darkest wet dreams?From the moment he'd set eyes on her​,​ Lukanos knew only one thing: he had to have her. But there was ​one minor problem — she was​ ​a human. To even show himself to a human — ​let alone abducting one — was against every law of his people. But each time he looked at her, those sparkling, keen eyes, the long, sable hair, and the lush, shapely body human females were notorious — and celebrated — for, his resolve to follow the law, to obey his people's sacred Directive, was in serious danger of crumbling. He knew he wasn’t supposed to want her — but he knew somehow, someway, she would be his — whether she was ready for it or not.Taking a human being was much more than an abduction though — it was a taboo act. Fearing he'd lose more than his commission in the Survey Corps, Lukanos quickly learned  he was far from the only one of his people obsessed with human females. He wasn't the only one keeping a female slave.The repercussions for capturing humans were serious, but Lukanos was prepared to endure them. He'd endure almost anything to make the gorgeous human his, in every way.But what's a captor supposed to do when he begins to fall for his captive? Does he keep her as the only thing she'll ever be on his world — a sexual plaything?Or must he — for the first time in his life — do the right thing?BUY THIS BOOK ON AMAZONAva Sinclair is a bestselling  author of multi-genre erotic romance.Her latest book,Conquering the Queen, was released earlier this month. Her Web site iswww.avasinclairauthor.comand you can find her on Twitter @AuthoringAva

Having written my share of age play, I also enjoy reading it. As a sub genre, age play is widely variable. It can be mild, with just the vaguest intonations of a Daddy/daughter dynamic. It can be dark, with the "little" pulled into the role by the dominant force of a paternalistic captor. Or it can — as with Meredith O'Reilly'sThe Little Sleepover— be a immersion into everything sweet and sexy about the lifestyle.Meredith's book reads more like a vignette than a story, which is fine because that makes for a quick read that doesn't feel lacking in plot. I was able to finish it while sitting in a traffic jam I found myself stuck in on my way from Virginia to North Carolina.The Little Sleepovermade for a pleasant, fun distraction.The story begins with Juliana, who is in an ageplay relationship, being dropped off at the home of fellow age player, 25-year-old Samantha Briggs. The pair is to be watched over by Samantha's husband/daddy, with stern instructions from Juliana's "daddy" to Obey the Rules.What follows is what any fan of age play loves in this escapist genre — innocent regressive fun as the women color, bake cookies and argue over whether Astronaut Barbie should land on Jupiter or Mars. It's cute stuff.But since no age play book is complete without punishment, the girls eventually run afoul of both daddies by jumping on the bed, even though theyknowsuch activity is forbidden. When one is nearly injured, their dominant partners decide firm spankings are in order for both their little girls.The spanking scene is sweet and hot. But there's also a nice sex scene in this book that moves  one of the couple seamlessly from the father/daughter dynamic to a husband/wife one. I like to see these scenes in age play romances, because they remind us that regardless of the adopted roles, all players involved tacitly acknowledge that they are, in fact, adults. Everything is kept nicely in its place.Meredith is a good writer, and this is a sweet story that is well worth the money. You'll find yourself reading it more than once.EXCERPT:“So, you had lots of fun at Uncle Robert and Juliana’s house this afternoon?”“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, letting out another yawn.Looking out my rearview mirror, I could see her eyes start to droop. I knew it would only be a matter of moments before she’d be fast asleep. Whenever she wasn’t the one behind the wheel, the steady motion of the car always lulled her into dreamland.Sure enough, by the time we pulled into the driveway, she was out like a light.Quietly, I stepped out of the car and walked over to her side. With Samantha and Molly both safe in my arms, and after shutting the door as softly as I could, I carried my wife straight to her little room and tucked her into her day bed, making sure to put Molly right next to her. From past experience, I knew she wouldn’t be asleep for long if her favorite doll wasn’t right next to her.She started to whimper a little and slowly, her right thumb crept up to her mouth. I hated when she sucked on any of her fingers because of all the germs on them. I snagged one of the spare pacifiers that we kept in the room and popped it gently into her mouth. She started to suck on it immediately and let her hand fall to her side.I watched her for a few minutes, still amazed at how lucky I was to have such a perfect wife. A few strands of her blond hair fell in front of her face and I pushed them behind her ear, not wanting her to be disturbed from her slumber.BuyHEREon Amazon

Let me start with a disclaimer and an admission: I make my living writing about the sexual fantasy of male dominance. My books often include scenes of rough sex and punishment. Spanking always factors into these storylines. Sex sells these days, especially sex with spankings. In the wake of the blowout success of the “Fifty Shades” book and movie franchises, there’s no denying that the fantasy of the dominant man who spanks is popular among women.But today I read something that tugs at the one misgiving I sometimes have about writing in the spanking sub-genre—the existence of those people who don’t understand that this is fantasy, or who actually think that spanking an adult against her will is a good idea.Matt Forney is a blogger you’ve probably never heard of. But thanks toSlate.com, you may be hearing more about him in coming days.Slate featured Forney as one of the political bros who showed up at the RNC Convention this week to support Donald Trump.Slate selected Forney to spotlight the kind of supporters Trump attracts —the racist, misogynistic, xenophobic element of the Republican party. Slate also spotlighted some of Forney’s writing, including gems like “Why Fat Girls Don’t Deserve to be Loved.”But it also included a piece he did called “How to Beat Your Wife or Girlfriend and Get Away With It.”His “advice,” and the reason I’m feeling physically nauseous at the moment? Spank her.Forney argues that spanking is the perfect way for a man to “inflict the maximum amount of pain on a woman” while incurring “minimal risk” to himself. In a particularly chilling passage, he argues that such a humiliating, sexualized punishment nearly guarantees the abused woman won’t go to the police, and crows that if she does, her report will easily be dismissed as a lie:"Since most girls want to be spanked, it’s extremely unlikely that she will ever consider your weekly whippings to be “domestic violence.” Even if she doesn’t like the sting of your palm, her sense of shame will keep her from reporting you to the police. No girl wants her private life to become public knowledge, meaning that unless you’re a complete idiot, she will endure just about any humiliation you inflict on her. For that matter, even if she did report you to the police, they’d never take her seriously, which will further embarrass her. If you’re really worried, making a videotape of the two of you having rough sex will destroy her credibility in the eyes of the police, as if she were making a false rape accusation."I don’t think I have to spell out the dangers of such logic to my readers or fellow authors. When we write, we cater to spanking fantasies. These never include a man spanking us abusively until we cry. The men in our stories are noble. They are never loutish, nor are they abusive. The trope of the caring dominant is a mainstay in our books, or at least most of them. When I started writing spanking fiction twenty years ago, my first editor gave me a word of advice that I've followed to this day. "Never have the bad guy spank the girl," she said. "No one wants to be spanked by the bad guy."She was right. Women don’t fantasize about bad, mean, misogynist men spanking them because a bad, mean, misogynist man doesn’t know the difference between a woman’s desire for roleplay or subspace and his need to control through abuse. I don’t believe for a second that any one of my readers who enjoys stories of the cowboy spanking the cowgirl for riding off alone in dangerous territory confuses such a scene with a man who beats his wife’s ass for disagreeing with him. In his column, Forney says, "I wager the divorce rate would be halved overnight if men would just give their wives the occasional backhand." In case you're not perfectly clear, this is the opposite of the caring dominant. Even if - as some have argued - Matt Forney is just a lonely troll, his words pain the image of the bad guy you don't want spanking you.There's something else I want to point out while getting all of this off my chest. I know that within the community of fans and readers is a dark subset of those who agree with Forney and for very dangerous reasons. I’ve read writings on “Christian Domestic Discipline,” which postulates that Jesus endorses nonconsensual, marital correction of wives by the male head of household. Just for the record, I think anyone who believes that is just as crazy as Mike Forney, and if this hurts my book sales to say so, then so be it. I have never shied away from politics and I’m not about to start now. As a writer and a feminist, this is too important.Spanking as a fantasy is not about control. It is about surrender, but the temporary kind that brings pleasure to both the dominant and submissive. It’s not about the kind of permanent, fearful surrender and brokenness that men like Mike Forney seek.The fact that some people may misinterpret my writings as an endorsement of Forney's sick views is why I go out of my way to state on my Web site and author’s page that what I write should be seen for what it is: escapist fiction, and that I do not advocate any adult spanking any other adult who does not give consent.I can't imagine that any of my readers would agree with Matt Forney. But if you do...if you are in the narrow minority that is in any way wistful for a man who would spank to silence or control you, please stop buying my books. Seriously. Just ... stop. My books arenotfor people who believe in Real Life non-consent. They arenotfor women who desire  to be ruled by insecure bullies who lack nobility.My books are escapist fantasy meant to turn you on in the bedroom.They arenotguidebooks for how to behave outside of it.If you can't tell the difference, please take your business elsewhere. The safety of women is far more important than any money I could make selling a book to someone who doesn't understand.Ava Sinclair is the bestselling Amazon author of "The Alien's Captive", "Lucy and the Doctors" and the "Little History" series that includes "The Doctor's Little Ward," and "The Highlander's Little Lass."  Under her other pen name, Elsa Black, she authored "Big Beautiful Little," as well as the popular age play Eden series. She urges her readers to remember that her books are to be read through the lens of erotic escapism.

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I finally did it. I finally put together a Web site.That may not seem like a big deal; lots of authors have Web sites. But this has been on my to-do-list for what has been a very busy (nearly) first half of 2016. And for what I have planned professionally for the rest of the year, a Web site seemed pretty essential.Call it a late resolution, but the other things on my to-do list included a.) putting together a mailing list and b.) interacting more with readers and authors through a blog. The Web site has a mailing list form now, complete with a.And with a pretty nifty blog interface, I'm looking forward to sharing not just my work, but others.So there you have it. I have a Web site. And I have a new blog. Yay, me!