FIRST by Jacob Louder – available soon! Click image for excerpt.
Jake Louder’s FIRST is to be launched this April — and here’s the cover reveal. The cover, by the way, is by our talented Angela Tavares, who will soon be available for indie cover design services via our Here Booky Booky one-stop publishing shop (website soon!)
Read the opening of Jake’s FIRST here. FIRST is a porn novella, so, depending on your workplace, may be NSFW. It’s hot and daring from line 1.
Have you seen the fabulous tumblr entitled Critiquing Your Dick Pics with Love? It’s NSFW and totally enjoyable. Plus it’s great anti-shame activism, in our opinion. Take a look!
And thanks so much to all of you for downloading Shameless Behavior: Brazen Stories of Overcoming Shame for free. For instance, we’re very grateful to Jade Waters for leaving us a wonderful 5-star review. Among other things, she says, “I have no shame in saying I loved this collection!” In fact, Jade Waters is also a wonderfully talented erotic author, so go and take a look at her website too!
To read a free erotic story from the Shameless Behavior collection, take a look at Compassion’s Seed – the story of a priest who is in desperate need of sexual transformation…
So, did we ever tell you what the amazing Kevin Killian told Angela Tavares about her hot collection, Huddle: Sex with Sporty Queers? He said (*clears throat*) “I enjoyed it thoroughly!”
Thoroughly, I tell you!
Kevin Killian, reading your praise made our jock straps kinda sweaty.
Speaking of perspiration, Huddle, if you haven’t heard, is a collection of erotic stories by Dario Dalla Lasta, Benji Bright, Tamsin Flowers, Theophilia St. Claire, and Christopher Stoddard. In this don’t-show-your-grandma-unless-she’s-into-it tome, the sports field gets sweaty, the cloakrooms get even sweatier, and the boy-on-boy bodies, well, they’re the sweatiest yet. I’m proud of Angela’s collection, and the stories by these bold and bitchin’ authors, because they’re not afraid to enjoy sex to the full — and feel it honestly and hotly on the page.
Wanna see some of Dario Dalla Lasta’s story, “Game Set Match”? Click here.
Now, I told you that to tell you this: GDP author Jacob Louder is currently completing his final draft of a novella called First. First isn’t your usual erotica. And if you get upset about Nabakov’s Lolita, stop reading now. Because First follows the hot exploits of Nico Ericsson, a 14-year old queer with a passion for teens of all genders, including Robbie and his acceptance of his genderqueer identity, Hannah with her incredible — oh God — incredible mouth, and a whole lot of others.
Because teenagers have sex. And we all know it. What’s more, powerful authors, like Dennis Cooper for instance, show us this, time and again. And teen sex is not only some of the hottest sex possible — it is also the sex where we’re often finding ourselves, accepting ourselves, challenging ourselves, expressing ourselves. Whether solo or partnered, teen sex is the place where our sexual bodies are born, where we are told we are shameful but explore it all anyway, where our inner heroes are born and raised, where many of us give the finger to what we’re told to be.
Yes, teenagers have sex. With themselves, with teens, and sometimes with adults. And as an anti-censorship publisher who is fed up of being told we can’t write about certain kinds of humanity, we couldn’t be more excited about Jacob’s First.
Now, Jacob won’t tell you this, but I can: It’s beautiful. And hot. And it’s told from the heart and loins.
Watch this space for your free sample, coming soon. YES!
Jon Papernick will be read from his XYXX on Feb 14th, 2014
Hi friends. Did you see GDP author Mia Hopkins’ savvy post, Romance-Loving Feminists and Other Strange and Fanciful Creatures? No? Well then, seriously, go and check it out, because you can read romance and be a feminist, and Mia is passionate about standing up for our freedom. Thank you, Mia.
Also, if you want to catch me, Lana Fox, reading alongside Steve Almond and Jon Papernick, we’ll be giving a steamy Valentine’s Day reading at Harvard Book Store in Cambridge. Think: smart erotica for smart peeps. Also, while we’re in the territory of ‘clever and explicit’, check out this article at the Atlantic — How Sex Affects Intelligence, and Vice Versa. Short answer: It does. And yes, porn viewing counts too. (Thank you, California.)
Let me add that the equation sex + intelligence = blazingly hot reads was partly responsible for the birth of Go Deeper in the first place. Wanna recommendation? Try Shameless Behavior: Brazen Stories of Overcoming Shame — explicit erotica that gives shame the finger. (Shameless punning intended) You can read Compassion’s Seed, which is published in the collection, FREE at the awesome KINK-E Magazine.
We’re giving away a limited amount of review copies of our Shameless Behavior collection. If you have a blog or are an Amazon reviewer, email us at editors (at) godeeperpress.com to be considered!
Also, guzzle up our sexy reads at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or Go Deeper Press (for all e-readers), and we’ll love you forever. You can also receive a free erotic e-book when you join our super-sensitive, sex-positive, freebie-gifting email list. Hearts.
From TamsinFlowers.com
Hello, folks. Lana here. I have been slow to let you know that GDP author Tamsin Flowers included an excerpt from my story in Femme Fatale yesterday, as part of her gorgeous Supererotica Advent Calendar. And today, she features an excerpt from her sexy Cherries on Top — love this one. Check it out!
Also, our own Jacob Louder’s sexy advent calendar excerpt will be up on the 15th, so you can wait for that with baited breath.
Thank you, Tamsin. You really are the sexy Santa!
Thanks for reading! Guzzle up our sexy reads at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or Go Deeper Press (for all e-readers), and we’ll love you forever. Hearts.
Pic from VivaXO.com
We believe in erotica for all at GDP. That’s why we’re thrilled to share a few free erotic freebies with you! Catch Peep Toe — a full erotic shoe-fetish story — at the fabulous VivaXO.com. Get in with those con artist twins in our free reads section. And while you’re at it, take a peek at Annabeth Leong’s Too Much to Give, Jacob Louder’s Third Party Extension, and Tamsin Flowers‘ erotic advent calendar, no less, not to mention an erotic excerpt by Erzabet Bishop today.
Speaking of Erotica for All, go and check out Lucy Felthouse’s brilliant site.
And have a hot day!
Coming soon!
Our forthcoming erotic collection Dirty Little Numbers: Erotic Flash Fiction of 500 words or Less will feature hot stories by well-known names such as Rachel Kramer Bussel and Kristina Lloyd, and newer voices, like Jacob Louder below. If you’d like to sign up for more free stories like this one, join our mailing list! We’ll be shooting (pun intended) out more freebies to all our beloved subscribers.
So, we’re happy to share one of Jacob Louder’s erotic pieces with you to celebrate our forthcoming launch. This story is erotic, explicit, and for ADULTS only, please.
THIRD-PARTY EXTENSION
Jacob Louder
Two cocks in our bedroom and my wife is ecstatic. Let me define: Erin is on her back on the bed, her asshole wide from my dick, her pussy wet as hell from his. Panting still, she smiles and stretches out her legs the way I like.
“Go on, Scotty,” Erin says. “He’s your present.”
He is Jordan. I don’t remember his screen name completely, but it contained the word “extension.” Four inches taller than me and ten times prettier. He has muscles I never had, and his cock—my God. Jordan filled my wife’s cunt, spread it wider than ever. She gasped and moaned in a way I’ve never heard. I thought he was hurting her, until I felt her body relax, saw the motion in her hips. When I fucked her ass, for a while there, he was all I could feel.
Jordan waits, looking me over with his coy smile, his strong chin. He cups his balls with one hand, then licks the palm of the other, bringing it down to his cock to start a gentle tug.
It’s been years since I had a cock in my mouth, and tonight, that’s all I want. I want to feel Jordan deep in my throat, to taste what’s left of Erin.
For-hire or not, it’s polite to ask. “Can I suck it?” My own cock stirs then. Jordan notices.
“Yeah, man,” he says. “Come do whatever you want to me.”
Erin moves on the bed, lets out a tiny moan.
This takes no time: Me on my knees and his hands in my hair and the taste, the smell, of my wife from the tip of his cock down its length to his balls.
I can hear Erin over Jordan’s gasps, his little puffs of air: “My God, look at you suck it. You are beautiful.”
My hands are wet and filled with him. I kiss and lick, rub my lips again and again in the spots that make him moan, that make him hold my hair tight behind my ears.
That’s when I feel her: Erin’s soft hands on my dick, my dick in Erin’s mouth. It takes a little while for me to notice, but she’s mirroring me. What I do to Jordan’s cock, she does to mine. Every inch I take, every gentle squeeze of his balls, I get the same.
The gentle growl in Jordan’s throat grows to a yell, and then there he is, pulling away from my mouth and working his cock at a rapid pace. His big load shoots all over my chest, his cream dripping down to my stomach.
“Fuck!” Jordan says. “That was awesome!” In this moment, he suddenly has the face of a man half his age.
Erin lets go of my cock and gets to her knees. She wipes her fingers across my chest. Once they are covered in Jordan’s come, she brings them to my mouth, and I lick them clean, like icing from my birthday cake.
Dirty Little Numbers will be coming this month, featuring both heterosexual and queer characters. To receive free stories that won’t be posted on our blog, as well as a free erotic e-book, sign up for our newsletter. We heart our subscribers!
Now tell me. Are you a fan of the BBC’s Sherlock? Well, if you haven’t heard of it, do take a peek at the vid below. Sherlock and Watson have some fabulous erotic tension going on, and Angela and I are all psyched up to watch Season 2. It’s gorgeous stuff!
Well, frankly, yours truly is a big fan of crime fiction, especially when there’s sexual tension. Which brings me to this. Did you know that, on Monday, you can download the first novelette in the Con Series, “You Can Play It Safe When You’re Dead,” absolutely free? Seriously. We are bonkers, god love us, and are charging zero cents for this book. Do take advantage, dear readers.
Coming as a FREE download on Monday July 15th!
Warning: Strictly adult reading, the Con Series explores sexual rule-breaking among those who already live outside of society’s laws. Here’s the blurb:
Con artists Stelle and Dahlia want one another. But they’re twins, so that’s the end of that. When a mark gets out a gun, however, and tells them to live out their fantasies, boy, do the sparks fly…
Last, but certainly not least, do check out this Bring Back Desire podcast, which features yours truly along with Yolanda Shoshanna, talking about seduction, no less. I had a fabulous time with Ande — she’s truly amazing! Go check out her wonderful Bring Back Desire too.
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Courtesy of Mischief Books
Folks, Go Deeper Press are on vacation in Vermont until Friday (yay!) BUT we want to let you know that Lana’s erotic novel, “Confessions of a Kinky Divorcee,” is available FREE to UK folks via Amazon and other bookstores this week! Yes, visit Amazon.co.uk to download your free copy, or take a look at a chapter first to see if it’s your cup of tea.
What’s the book about? Through her fur-trimmed diary named Kitten, Debs, a shoe-lover sets off to find out who she really is sexually. The answer involves stilettos, threesomes, and one gorgeous student of the history of the high heel. The erotic adventure of a lifetime.
Enjoy!
I’ve always enjoyed a good heist. And since I’m writing an erotic heist series right now, entitled Con, (the first in the series will be You Can Play It Safe When You’re Dead) I’m all the more keen. So I thought I’d share a few heist/con movie moments that I find particularly erotic. The first of these is from the remake of the Thomas Crowne Affair, directed by John McTiernan, and my god, it’s worth viewing. Piers Brosnan and Rene Russo spark with sexy stormheat (and Rene Russo makes Elizabeth Hurley’s famous dress — yes, that dress — look positively tame.) Enjoy!
Also, my erotic piece, Smart Folks Won’t Screw Witless Girls (from Femme Fatale: Erotic Tales of Dangerous Women) is a thief story. If you’re interested, take a look at the opening pages:
Smart Folks Won’t Screw Witless Girls
There’s one thing you should know about me: I don’t choose my victims. I just stand at a bar and wait for the mark to come to me. He’s usually a businessman or sometimes a businesswoman, and while they try to reel me in, I let them think they’re winning. They buy me drinks, flatter and flirt, brush their hands against my thigh, tell me I look hot in black. Then they offer me a ride.
So I go home with them, have better-than-average sex (which, I might add, is due to my own efforts), then when they’re asleep, I steal their stuff. Say what you like, I’m thieving from a thief. Just because I thieve for money and they thieve for sex doesn’t mean this isn’t a damn fair game—a game I usually win.
But last night, things were different. Last night, I met Elle Clearey.
“Elle,” she said, sliding onto the stool next to mine.
“As in the letter?”
She gave me a sideways smile that crinkled her powdered face. “What do you think, Sweetheart? D’you have me down as a one-letter trick?”
I smiled. “You’re good.”
“I’m also rich and thirsty.”
“Mine’s a gin and tonic,” I said.
She ordered Tanqueray with lemon, not lime, even though I’d given no preference. When I asked why, she raised a delicate eyebrow. “If I’m going to kiss you, my dear, you might as well taste of the good stuff.”
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It was a strange kind of seduction—different to the others. Not least because it wasn’t clear who was seducing who. In her red silk blouse and knee-length skirt, she was classier than my usual marks and seven times as bold. Her deep red lipstick had been flawlessly fixed, and her powdered face was mask-like with perfection. She had the most adorable snub nose that gave a constant air of irony, and she wore her brown hair in a delicate chignon, which she patted softly now and then.
She was also good at avoiding questions. Twenty minutes into our conversation, I only knew a handful of facts: She worked in the art world, hated the Dido track that was playing, and her husband had run off with a so-called friend—one she bitterly referred to as “Pussy Galore.” (When I laughed at that, she glared). “He wants the house,” she said, draining her final sip of wine. “The house that we bought with my inheritance money.” She raised her left eyebrow the tiniest amount and said, “He won’t succeed.”
I admit I began to like her.
After I’d told her I had a job as a secretary in an accountancy firm—a useful lie, because who’d ask about that?—I said, “Why do you still wear your wedding ring?”
“I thought you’d like the challenge,” she purred. I laughed at her obvious smokescreen. Before I could respond, she added, “And seeing as you’re all about the personal questions, who the hell are you, and why are you here alone?”
“I’m Tiff,” I told her. “And I’m here ’cos I’m filling a void.”
“A void?” she said. “How sexual.”
“Doesn’t have to be.”
“But it is.”
She held my gaze unflinchingly as she rubbed her knee against mine. Through my jeans, I felt the warmth of her and the friction of her stocking against my denim-clad knee. I also noticed that, beneath the layers of blouse and bra, her nipples had grown hard. I felt my sex burning as she leaned toward me, running a fingertip down my arm before covering my hand with hers. “You might have a void,” she said, breath warm against my cheek, “but with me, it’s something quite different.”
“You’re not like the others?” I said. “Behold the cliché.”
A half-smile. “Oh, kitten,” she said, “if only you knew.”
You can read the whole story in Femme Fatale: Erotic Tales of Dangerous Women, (available for Kindle and NOOK) one of our bestselling books here at Go Deeper Press.
All right, sexy readers. The con is on.
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