Anna Creighton travels the globe, in the shadow of wealth and power. To some, she is the perfect, devoted girlfriend; to others, a ravenous courtesan. But only a handful of people know the truth: Anna is a secret agent, a modern day Mata Hari, gifted in the art of seduction, willing to do whatever it takes to complete her assignment!


When a year-long investigation threatens to unravel, a desperate covert agency turns to Anna for help. At first, her task seems simple enough: seduce a wealthy banker, and keep him working as an informant. Soon, however, Anna soon discovers there’s more to the job — and her target — than she could have ever imagined.

Now, the two are locked in a deadly erotic game, and the only way Anna can maintain her cover is by satisfying him in every way — but as their passions rise, will the secrets they carry destroy them both?

This dark 10,000 word espionage tale contains explicit sexual scenes of domination, psychological manipulation, and non-consensual play.


You won’t find nuclear bombs or gunfights in this story. This is a quiet, fast-moving thriller about who we are, what we want, and how far we’re willing to go to take it.

I’m as fond of the absurd James Bond adventure stuff as the next person, but he isn’t a spy. Not really. I’m a little tired of the cartoons we see, especially when the truth is just as exciting. Spies are like adulterers: consumed by secrets, dancing from one illicit meet to the next, always searching for a solution they know will never come, for the words that will finally set them free.

I also wanted to write about the world of escorts, a subject which has enjoyed a recent surge of popularity with recent offerings like Diary of a Call Girl or The Girlfriend Experience. All too often these stories only show one side, portraying it as either an unceasing panoply of horrors, or a completely glamorous fantastic adventure where nothing remotely bad happens ever. Anna is not an escort, of course, but she’s familiar with that world, and understands that the world is not only black and white.

Ms. Creighton is a fascinating, mysterious, dangerous woman who even I don’t fully understand. I’m not quite ready to write her big novel yet, but another short is definitely in order.

On the non-creative front, sales in the United States have been a little lackluster, but England and Germany have picked up the slack. Cheers for that.


P.S. Once again, I find kicking against the pricks valuable: there’s a very subtle twist about the concept of consent in SAFEWORD which never would have occurred to me without e-publishing’s absurd quasi-censorship.


Myrrha’s Reverie

Every girl has an image of her mind of the perfect man, but not everyone has the courage to recognize the true source of that ideal. MYRRHA’S REVERIE is an intimate exploration of a thoughtful daughter who has confronted her unspeakable desire, as she, and the father who is not her father, make their way over the expanse of time and memory in this shocking, emotional tale.

This 3,000 word story contains lyrical, explicit scenes of lovemaking, and should be read only by those ready to explore their deepest, most illicit passions….


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I wrote this story because I believe in obscenity.

On a logical level, incest is deeply wrong. On another level, of course, we are unconcerned with logic, and we find our emotions needs occasionally slipping into our physical desires, and this is no easy thing. I find it deeply disappointing that the vendors of electronic books have surrendered their duty to the First Amendment when there is enormous value to be gained in the examination of our darker impulses in the safety of fiction. It is doubly disappointed in light of the valiant efforts of publishers in the 20th century, but Mammon is a powerful god and we are in his season.

So here is a brief meditation on the taboo, and the psychology of someone in its thrall. I confess, as is often the case, that I found my creativity inflamed by the difficulty of finding ways to circumvent Amazon’s restrictions while simultaneously obeying them. If it is forbidden to write about incest, is it forbidden to write about a dream of incest? How would their engine react to paradoxes and absurdities? Where would the lines drawn?

I was, ultimately, flagged by Smashwords: they asked me to include text assuring readers that all participants were of consenting age, a request with which I happily complied. Would that I had a proper adversary to wage my war against, a Breen or a Wertham — a mad crusader, rather than these dull engines! My heart quickens at the thought.

As far as language goes, Myrrha’s Reverie is an attempt to combine a lyrical tone with relatively simple vocabulary; a triumph in the former, but only a mixed success with the latter. It was a genuine pleasure to write, however, and I hope to return to this lively young protagonist in the future, as I feel she has much more to say.


The Virgin and the Punk Rock Princess

Everybody’s young, but not everybody’s innocent…. He’s the perfect student. She’s the wild hellraiser. Learn how an chance encounter at a gas station brought them together for one remarkable evening! This 7,000 word story contains an intimate depiction of two people finding comfort — and passion — in each other’s arms. 



When I lived on the border, I used to go to punk rock shows and occasionally my friends and I would hang out with the bands. I have always felt as though there is a special quality to practice rooms, something thrilling in potential that lies within the silence, although I have never played music myself.

This is a story that is mostly true, a story I have carried with me for a decade, a story I always have wanted to write, that is a relief to finally share. It would’ve been easy to dress it up, to turn this into something more than it was, to make it simple and crass and cliché. But I felt protective of its essence, which I heard from both parties in varying details. I have added some personal experiences and changed some details to ensure that privacy is maintained, but at its heart is a remarkable encounter between the sweetest boy I ever knew, and the angriest, loudest, most passionate girl I ever met.

It is my hope that readers will respond to its honesty, and my intent to  work in a space that is closer to reality than fantasy at times. I believe there is eroticism and art to be found in our real lives, and so there was little hesitation when choosing this as my first work to be published.