Your darkest desires and deepest dreams are brought to life by the pens of twelve talented authors of erotic fiction. Join them for an exploration of their garden of delights as each month a different author delves into the heart of her fantasies.

Together, we cover a number of genres from historical to futuristic, from scary horror to action/adventure, from erotically sensual to pass-the-fire-extinguisher-HOT! As a group, we have written more than 100 novels.

Our newsletter is released on the 15th of each month. We'll always have interesting articles, excerpts, and featured author interviews, as well as recipes, reviews, and answers to any of your questions about our books and your favorite characters. Each month we'll have a contest with lots of good things to give away to our newsletter subscribers.

Congratulations to this month's winner - Cathy!

This month's prizes are from Katherine Kingston, author of such searing erotica as "The Princess Brat" in CROWN JEWELS, SILVERQUEST, and the Passions books: BINDING PASSIONS, RULING PASSIONS, and HEALING PASSIONS. If you like fantasy and historical novels, you will love Katherine's amazing books!

Prizes: This month, Katherine is giving away a tote bag containing a stationary set, candles, a signed paperback copy of the EQUINOX I anthology, and a $20 gift certificate from Ellora's Cave!

J.C. WILDER: Thanks for sitting down with me, Katherine. I know you have an alternate pen name, how did you make the decision to write the spicy stuff as Katherine Kingston?

KATHERINE KINGSTON: Actually I've been writing erotica off and on for the last 15 years or so as Katherine Kingston. It started so long ago now, I can't even remember exactly why I chose that name. I've always used a pen name because some members of my family have politically sensitive jobs, and it could damage their careers if word got out that I was writing erotica or romantica.

JC: Your backlist contains several historical titles, what lures you to historicals?

KATHERINE: I've loved the Medieval period for as long as I can remember. I wrote a number of papers on Medieval literature in college, and I've studied the period extensively. In truth, I think what I like most about the period are the things that make it a great setting for fantasy as well: the relative simplicity of it, the closeness to the land and nature, the idealism (though I know very well that the majority of the population were in truth more practical and pragmatic than idealistic), even the class structure that provides for an appealing and romantic semi-leisured class. Plus, science and technology hadn't yet dispelled all the mythical illusions. Dragons and fairies were still possible because people believed they were. Much of the literature of the period has strong fantasy elements treated as everyday possibilities. I could probably write an essay on this topic alone, but I'd bore everyone to death.

JC: Please tell us about your latest release.

KATHERINE: Healing Passion is another of my Medieval historicals, the story of Sir Thomas, a friend of Sir Philip from Binding Passion. The king sends Thomas on a mission to learn what has become of a missing baron. At the baron's keep Thomas finds the man's wife, Lady Juliana, running the place quite well. The lady claims she has no idea what happened to her husband, but Thomas soon begins to suspect there are things she's not telling him. He can't help but be attracted to her at the same time, but when someone in the keep tries to kill him, he realizes the situation could become complicated and dangerous.

JC: What are you currently working on?

KATHERINE: I've just turned in a novella for a Christmas anthology, tentatively titled Christmas Magic. My story is The Last Candle. Now, I'm beginning work on BronzeQuest, the next GlimmerQuest story. Riva's brother will get his story, including lots of trials and tests as he attempts to retrieve the second of three magical objects needed to heal their father, the king.

JC: Do you still have a day job?

KATHERINE: Unfortunately, yes, I do. And it's one that takes a lot of time and mental energy. I'm hoping that someday I'll be able to support myself with my writing, but I'm not there yet.

JC: What is your typical writing schedule?

KATHERINE: I do all my writing between nine and midnight on weekdays and in as much time as I can scrape together on weekends. I try to write a thousand words a day when I'm in the midst of writing a book, then I give myself a week or two off while I do the mental work for the next one.

JC: Is there anything else you'd like to add?

KATHERINE: I wish I could figure out a way to function on less sleep. I love writing and would do it all the time if it were possible.

Hey, writers aren’t ONLY creative on paper! This month I have two original recipes for you guaranteed to make your kitchen even HOTTER than Texas in July!

From Samantha Winston (whose newest releases include ICE MAN from Loose Id and TAMING THE KING, an Ellora’s Cave Quickie):

Yesterday, I made Sour Cherry Jam. A friend gave me a few pounds of sour cherries, and I decided to make jam. It's easy.

First take off all your clothes. (It's a bit messy.) Then take off all the stems and rinse and pit the cherries. (It's also a bit painstaking—get help—preferably of the naked male type.)

Pour yourselves a glass of Kirsh and sip as you pit. It makes it more fin. FuN. Whoops—FUN.

Make sure the pits go in the trash and the cherries in the pan. You need a big man, I mean pan. Get a real big pan and fill it with equal amounts of cherries and sugar. You need pectin too—otherwise the jam won't jell. Now, stir well and cook the cherries and the sugar and the pectin, stirring every now and then, until it starts to boil.

Turn the heat down and simmer for about fifteen minutes. Watch out, it's very hot!

While you're waiting, serve yourself and your man another glass of Kirsh, and share it. Nothing as sweet as a Kirsh kiss...lick it off his lips. Now dribble some on your breast and let him lick it off your nipple... Hey! Don't let the jam overcook!

Pour the jam into clean jam jars and let cool. The ruby color is amazing, and it tastes so good dribbled down your lover's chin. Lick all the way up to his lips, then back down again. See how far down you can go...

Add a bit of Kirsh to the jam and make a cherry tart.

Bon Appetit!

And from Rachel Bo:

ACK! We’re having a barbecue in June, and what do I find when I go to the refrigerator? NO BARBECUE SAUCE! So I have to improvise...and everybody LOVED it. A month later, my husband and I needed some quality time together, so I sent the kids to Grandma’s, and asked my man what he wanted for dinner – I would cook him anything his heart desired, as long as he ate it off me. He asked me to barbecue some chicken – using my homemade sauce!

Christina looked down at the head between her spread thighs. No doubt about it, when it came to cunnilingus Jake was certainly proficient. He was the first guy she had been out with since moving to San Francisco last week, and after a couple weeks of celibacy she had really been looking forward to some hot sex. Sex was always on her to-do list, usually somewhere around number one.

She had planned her seduction well even though she hadn’t known exactly whom she was going to seduce yet, giving plenty of thought to her outfit, makeup and scent. She had walked into the the Holy Cow dance club in the South of Market district of San Francisco wearing tight black jeans, a skimpy white tank top—sans bra, of course—and bright red fuck-me heels. As soon as she entered the club, she could see that anyone with a penis immediately wanted her. Her “working it” outfit had never failed her yet. Christina barely hid her grin of triumph, pleased that she was going to have her pick of men to take home and fuck senseless.

Even though she really didn’t know anyone in town yet, apart from the slightly snarky high school principal at her temporary substitute teacher gig and some mousy, boring women she’d sat next to in the lunch room, she hadn’t been nervous about heading out to the club alone. She wasn’t the kind of woman who needed to have a big bunch of girlfriends with her all the time. On the contrary, Christina enjoyed her own company immensely. Unless she was feeling horny, of course, and wanted a hot, heavy penis between her legs.

And she had felt very horny tonight. So when she spotted the incredibly tall, dark and gorgeous man at the bar, she had immediately turned on the charm, asking him to dance, all the while pressing her breasts into his chest and shaking her hips provocatively. Thirty minutes later she was in Jake’s bedroom, naked and spread beneath him.

But for some reason Christina just wasn’t into it. Jake was a nice enough guy, but deep in her heart she knew he wasn’t the one. It stunned her that she was thinking in terms of any guy being “the one”. She wasn’t looking for someone to marry her, or even love. No, she was perfectly happy with her life the way things were. Unemotional yet hot fuck-fests were just what she liked. She wasn’t interested in broken hearts and declarations of love. She was only twenty-five for god’s sake and had her whole life ahead of her to do all of that get-married-pump-out-the-kids-get-divorced bullshit.

She forced these depressing thoughts away and concentrated on the fact that Jake really was a master of oral sex. Blood rushed to her clit and the tips of her breasts stretched tight and hard.

Christina bit back a sigh, turning it at the last second into a groan of pleasure. Taking the sound as encouragement, Jake worked double time to please her. He sucked her swollen nub between his full lips and teased her cunt with his fingers, sliding them in and out in a rather pleasing rhythm. His free hand moved up her abdomen to caress the plump underside of her breasts. He squeezed her nipple and a dose of creamy arousal poured onto his tongue. Christina shifted her hips closer to his mouth, pushing her pussy harder against his lips and teeth.

It really was too bad that she didn’t feel more strongly about Jake, she thought, as she bucked her hips into his gifted hands and mouth. After all, he used just the right pressure on her clit, just the right amount of tongue as he lapped at her, and he even slipped his fingers into her cunt at exactly the right time.

Which was, she mused, precisely the problem. She didn’t want a guy who did everything just right.

Christina had always dreamt of a man who would, without a word, press her against the wall, spread her legs and fuck her long and hard. He would ignore her cries of protest, refusing to be swayed by her tears. Big and rough, yet totally committed to her every sexual desire, he would pleasure them both with his ramrod huge cock. The prison scene with Mel Gibson and Sophie Marceau in Braveheart played vividly in her head. Her DVD copy was almost worn out from all the times she had watched it, dildo in hand.

Why, she wondered silently as Jake’s smooth cheek slid against her slick thighs, can’t modern men be more like the warriors of the past?

Holding Jake’s head in her hands to keep his mouth steady on her clit, she stared up at the black night through the skylight above his bed. A shooting star raced across the sky.

On the verge of a powerful orgasm, her heart cried, Take me to my warrior.

Everything went black.

She sighed deeply. "Thomas, you are indeed a master instructor. No one has ever taught me anything of such moment as that."

He brushed her hair back and kissed her. "I've never had so apt a pupil." The stars lit in his eyes when he laughed. "In truth, I've had very little practice, so I suppose I'm fortunate to have a pupil of such talent as to disguise my shortcomings."

"There are none to disguise. You have played my body as though it were a harp and you a master harpist."

"'Twas indeed an interesting and delightful tune I wrung from you."

Juliana rolled over to face him. "Can you sing such a song yourself?"

"Merely caterwaul."

"May I, then, attempt to draw those unmelodious squeals from yourself?" She pushed at his shirt, driving it up his chest.

"I never squeal, my lady."

"Sigh or moan or groan or pant or sing as you will, my lord." Another tug on the fabric and the shirt slipped over his head. Juliana sighed in admiration of his chest, with its strong muscle, smooth skin, and light coating of pale hair. She ran her hand over it and watched the pleasure brighten his face.

His nipples peeked out from amidst the forest of hair, beckoning her to explore and play with them. Her fingers kneaded a soft groan from him.

"Sweet music from you, my lord," she said, leaning over to kiss him. He stared up at her with sparkles glowing in his bright, blue eyes. Love and yearning filled her heart past her ability to contain it, and tears threatened again. To keep him from seeing it, she moved to kiss down his throat to his chest, much as he had done to her. He jerked and gasped when she touched his nipple with her tongue.

It felt so wonderful to give him pleasure, as good as it had felt to have it done to her. No doubt it would be better yet could they be joined as one in it, but that right they did not have as yet. Perhaps never would. Once he learned what she had done, he would not want to see her or talk to her again. Juliana desperately wished she could put the past and future out of her mind. Only that moment existed, and in that moment, she could bring him joy.

She ran a hand over his stomach and down his legs, but his leggings impeded her investigation. It took several tries to get them peeled down. Her eyes must have widened. She couldn't help but stare at him.

He noticed and laughed at her expression. "My lady, you've been married, so you've surely seen a man's cock before."

She had to touch it, run her fingers down it to assure herself it was real. He smothered a groan when she did so. "None so big as this, Sir Thomas. Groswick was not... His cock did not rise and grow as yours has... 'Tis not this size always, is it? 'Twould be uncomfortable."

"Nay, it does not remain always this large. Your presence inspires it to grow and stand to your service."

The tears sprung out before she had a chance to control them. Before he could see, she turned her attention back to his cock. At least her voice remained reasonably steady when she said, "'Tis a goodly length to stand to attention."

He jerked and groaned when she cupped her hand around it at the root and ran her fingers up it to the tip, marveling at the satiny smooth skin there. A bead of moisture stood at the end. She touched it and spread it over the hard shaft.

Below his cock, the hairy balls invited her to cup them in her hand and squeeze gently. It drew an even louder groan from him.

"This pleases you?" she asked.

"It does." The words sounded stretched with the effort it took to get them out.

"Tell me what else to do to please you."

"You're doing quite well now."

"Oh." She stroked up and down his muscular thighs, noting the contrasts between the hair-roughened flesh there and that over his balls and cock.

She loved to watch the jerks and heaves of his body when she touched him, and the way his face drew up in a strange frown of intense pleasure. She felt enlarged herself, as though by giving this to him, it returned to her as a gift.

His breath grew shorter and quicker and a throb raced through his cock.

"Juliana." He had difficulty bringing the words out. "If you do not...stop now, I will not be able to...control myself."

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