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Things Are Going to Happen
Husband Wants Hotwife follows a happily married woman who tests the strength of her marriage when she explores the eroticism of the “hotwife” world. Where did the idea for this book come from?
The idea came from the first paragraphs. As soon as those words “I told him I couldn’t do it” stuck in my head, the remainder of the book fell into place.
Emma’s voice is very conversational, and the pacing moves quickly from one major scene to the next. How did you shape her narrative voice and rhythm to keep readers engaged?
How to explain this? When I’m writing, it’s as though the characters have taken over and I’m merely recording their stories. In Emma’s case, it’s clear from the first page that her hormones have taken over. She’s eager and open to sex, and as a good-looking woman with a kinky husband, things are going to happen.
Consent and communication are central to the story, especially in high-intensity situations — what real-world influences shaped how you portrayed the dynamics in Chris and Emma’s relationship?
Communication is key to any successful marriage, but it’s absolutely essential in a hotwife union where the possibilities of jealousy and misunderstandings are so close to the surface.
Can we look forward to more books from you soon? What are you currently working on?
I just released Creating a Cuckold, and I’m working on a new novella that will take a unique track. Below is the blurb for Creating a Cuckold: Even though it scared him, Brad wanted his beautiful wife, Isabella, to cheat on him. He planned always to leave her unfulfilled, then to introduce her to his friend Mike as a test. He knew Mike had a way with women, but Brad wasn’t ready for the hold Mike soon had on Isabella. It wasn’t long before he discovered that his wife was being shared at work, and that she was a size queen.
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We could hear them going at it upstairs as I made fresh coffee for us in the kitchen. My body was humming like a cord stretched tight for too long. I’d put on a long housedress, but my husband Chris was sitting naked at the table.
“We need to talk,” he said.
I turned to look at him, thinking, “Oh, no.”
“How do you feel about all the things we’ve done today?” He started.
My thoughts went from “Oh, no” to “No way!” I saw nothing good coming from this conversation.
“I don’t know,” I said while attempting to look busy. “How do you feel about it?”
What a chickenshit I was. I was happy to be wearing the old housedress, which covered everything but my head, feet, and hands. It felt like a layer of flimsy armour.
“Did it turn you on?” Chris asked.
What a stupid question! I was still wet down there, and I could feel my lady parts vibrating. So, what did I say?
“Yeah, kinda. What about you?” I needn’t have asked. Chris was sporting a magnificent boner.
“I got excited watching you with her, and now I’m wondering if the same thing would happen if I watched you with another guy.” Chris was so upfront about it that he just blew me away with his honesty.
“How would you feel about watching me with another woman?” There it was, Chris had asked the magic question, the question I suspected was the real reason for his eagerness to share me. He wanted to get himself some strange.
“Nope,” I said. “That’s not happening. You’re mine, exclusively.”
I was happy to see Chris smiling. Happy, but confused. “Why are you smiling?” I asked.
“It’s what I hoped you would say. I don’t want another woman. I just want to share you and enjoy the pleasure it gives me.”
The next day, Chris asked a question that surprised me, and that’s not easy for him to do. I pride myself on being able to anticipate him. I believe all wives in successful marriages possess this skill or something similar. After a while together, you can anticipate where your significant other is usually going. But not this time.
“What would you think of us joining a sex club?”
Forever Kind of Love
Forever Kind of Love follows Willow Mason as she returns to her Ohio hometown after her husband’s financial crimes leave her emotionally scorched and materially stripped bare, and it pairs her with Zach Hayes, a country musician whose homecoming is shadowed by creative drift and his father’s dementia. Around them, Cedar Hill becomes more than a backdrop. The bookstore Willow manages, the unfinished apartment and darkroom she tries to reclaim, George’s birdhouses, and the threatened reshaping of Main Street all feed a story about what it means to begin again when pride has already been broken open.
I liked that the novel’s emotional center isn’t really the flirtation, though the chemistry is there from the start. It’s the gentler, sadder current running underneath it. The scenes with George Hayes gave the book its pulse for me. When he wanders off, and Willow has to search for him, or when he speaks with startling clarity about no longer being able to run the hardware store he built with his own labor, the story stops feeling merely cozy and starts feeling tender in a more hard-won way. I also appreciated the way Willow’s recovery is tied to work, art, and dignity. Her photography, her darkroom, and even her stubborn effort to stand back up financially all make her feel like more than a romantic heroine waiting to be chosen.
This is a book I admired for its sincerity. The writing has warmth and momentum, and Bagby is good at domestic texture, at meals being cooked, rooms being cleaned, little rituals of care accumulating into intimacy. But the language can also be very direct, even emphatic. Zach’s celebrity aura and the Marissa complication introduce a slightly soapier register, and there were moments when I could feel the story leaning into familiar romance machinery. Still, I found myself forgiving a lot because the book’s heart is so plainly in the right place. It believes in decency, in repair, in the idea that love is not just heat but steadiness, patience, and showing up when someone’s life has gone sideways.
I feel like Forever Kind of Love is less interested in dazzling the reader than in comforting them honestly, and that ambition suits it. I found the story affecting, especially whenever it slowed down long enough to let grief, memory, and self-reclamation breathe. I’d recommend it to readers who like small-town contemporary romance with an earnest emotional core, a caregiving thread, and a heroine rebuilding a life as much as finding a partner. It’s a soft-hearted book about bruised people learning that tenderness can still be trusted.
Pages: 312 | ISBN : 978-1509264308
The Woman in the Third Floor Front
Richard Scharine’s The Woman in the Third Floor Front is a story collection arranged in sections: Utah, Law and Order, Past Lives, and Close to Home, and it moves through romance, regional fiction, political reflection, memory, family, and elegy with unusual ease. The title story opens with Jack, hobbled after a motorcycle crash and freshly divorced, stumbling by chance into a stopover town where an airline delay, a widow who runs a hotel and massage business, and a child grieving his father turn accident into reprieve; elsewhere, the book ranges from a journalist’s reckoning with western land politics in “When I Go, I Leave No Trace” to intimate, family-centered pieces later in the volume that turn more openly autobiographical and reflective. What binds the collection is Scharine’s interest in people who are no longer where they thought they would be, yet are still trying, stubbornly, to make a livable meaning out of the remainder.
What I admired most was the book’s tonal confidence. Scharine is willing to let a story be earnest without turning syrupy, and willing to let intelligence arrive wearing ordinary clothes. In the title piece, music is not decoration but structure: standards and country songs keep surfacing as emotional evidence, almost like witness testimony, and by the time Constance answers “He’ll Have to Go” with “He’ll Have to Stay,” the scene has become both a small-town performance and a public act of choosing life again. I also liked the collection’s tolerance for crookedness, for wounded people, compromised people, people who embarrass themselves before they improve. Jack is not noble at the outset; that matters. The redemption here is not glossy. It limps. That gives the best stories a hard-earned warmth rather than a prefab glow.
Scharine sometimes overexplains a motive or theme just after dramatizing it well, and now and then the narration steps in with a teacherly finger raised when the scene has already done the work. But even that has a strange charm, because it feels continuous with the book’s larger personality: learned, conversational, unembarrassed by references to songs, politics, Shakespeare, journalism, and grief all sharing the same table. I came away feeling that the collection’s real subject is not plot but afterlife in the secular sense, the second act after divorce, bereavement, disillusionment, professional diminishment, or the long weathering of a place. Several later pieces deepen that feeling by turning toward kinship, memory, and haunting, making the book less a display case of separate stories than a cumulative meditation on what remains.
I’d recommend The Woman in the Third Floor Front to readers of literary fiction, short story collections, regional fiction, character-driven fiction, and contemporary historical fiction who like humane books with a little grain in the wood. Readers who admire the plainspoken emotional intelligence of Kent Haruf, or the way Elizabeth Strout lets ordinary lives carry uncommon weight, will probably find familiar pleasures here, though Scharine is more discursive and more musically inclined than either. This is a book for people who believe stories can be rueful, civic-minded, romantic, and haunted all at once.
Pages: 164 | ASIN : B0GGF1V3BC
Ancilla: Master, Teach Me
Sera Maddox Drake’s Ancilla: Master, Teach Me is an occult, sexually explicit BDSM romance that tracks a bisexual woman in late-80s to mid-90s Rust Belt Ohio as she unravels a strict sedevacantist Catholic upbringing and stumbles into a relationship with a charismatic magus who becomes her mentor, dom, and soulmate. The story is built around Western esotericism (Thelema and Golden Dawn style Kabbalah), and the chapters are explicitly organized around the Tree of Life sephiroth, with each section acting like a rung on a ladder of transformation rather than “just” a new plot beat. Along the way, the book leans into edge play and on-page sex, plus harder emotional material like food insecurity, chronic pain, vampiric starvation that mirrors depression, and moments where the protagonist gets close to the cliff of suicidal thinking.
What landed for me first was the author’s directness about what the book is and what it is not. The content warnings are frank in a way that feels almost like Drake is taking you aside before you enter the room, making eye contact, and saying, “This gets intense.” That honesty gave me trust, especially because the erotic material isn’t treated as a naughty bonus but as part of the protagonist’s learning curve. Sex here is not a fade-to-black reward. It’s language. It’s ritual. It’s also messy, risky, and sometimes emotionally heavy, which fits the “mentor/dom/soulmate” setup the author spells out early in the narrative.
I also kept thinking about the author’s choice to foreground the moral complications of the spiritual framework itself. Drake doesn’t pretend Western esotericism is clean or culturally neutral, and she names the colonial “cafeteria” dynamic head-on, including the way the characters “loot and pillage” ideas from oppressed cultures. That doesn’t magically resolve the tension, but it does change the feel. Instead of the book asking me to admire the system, it asks me to watch people reach for meaning through a flawed system, sometimes sincerely, sometimes blindly. The Tree-of-Life chapter structure reinforces that. It’s as if the author is saying: growth can be real even when the tools are imperfect.
By the end, I felt like Ancilla is best approached as dark, reflective erotic romance with occult and paranormal undertones, not as a tidy love story or a neutral “intro to magic.” If you like intimacy that’s explicit and psychologically charged, and you’re also curious about spirituality, power exchange, and the way belief can reshape a person for better and worse, you’ll more than appreciate this story.
Pages: 440 | ASIN : B0GLLRBK55
Consider My Perspective
Her Masks & His Truth follows a former television star struggling with infertility and a fraying marriage who meets a serene political canvasser, who leads her into a life-altering encounter with Christ. What was the inspiration for your story?
I have always questioned God and His existence. Who are we as humans? Why are we here on earth? What is the purpose of our existence? Why are there so many different explanations and theological contradictions in the world, and why has humanity yet to reach a consensus?
I have often wondered how humanity has progressed to such a high level of understanding in scientific theories, yet the idea of someone or something creating this world still perplexes us. Since I was a teenager, I have had questions about God. What distinguishes me from animals if all I do is eat, drink, sleep, reproduce, and eventually leave this world?
My achievements and education led me to become arrogant enough to refuse to even hold a Bible. Religious men and their man-made rituals made me despise the concept of seeking God. As the granddaughter of Armenian genocide survivors, born and raised in Lebanon, I became frustrated with God, wondering where He was to protect the 1.5 million Armenians who were martyred for their Christian faith in 1915—including the entire families of both my grandparents.
I developed a strong aversion to Jesus Christ, fueled by a combination of pain and resentment. The only information I heard about Him came from religious leaders who manipulated people through fear and ignorance. I refused to blindly obey or follow theological interpretations spread by religion, like a parrot controlled by fear and obligation, without ever truly understanding God’s character.
By coincidence, nearly three years ago, I met a Christian who followed only the Bible and refused to mix human traditions with biblical truth.
I was curious to learn what he believed. My curiosity led me to admire the Bible, which not only contained truth but also offered scientific explanations that engaged with the world’s science. Whenever I challenged the Bible, I found my questions answered within its pages.
I was surprised to discover that the Bible was ahead of its time, with prophecies that contained dates and specific mathematical revelations I could read, study, and comprehend. When I finally found answers to what had been tormenting me my entire life, I decided to share my newfound joy with the world.
My greatest surprise came when I began to learn about Jesus Christ of Nazareth as presented in the Bible—a figure who bore no resemblance to the characters portrayed in movies. I decided to stand up for the truth of the Bible and write my novel, Her Masks & His Truth. My hope is that it will encourage Christians who love Jesus to pick up the Bible and study it for themselves and also inspire atheists—just as I once was—to read the novel and consider my perspective, since I once stood where they are now.
My relationship with Jesus Christ inspired me to write this book—a relationship founded not on emotions, but on proven facts, logic, and understanding.
Jesus Christ is not only for Christians; He is for everyone. If He is meant for someone like me, then surely He is meant for all.
Jesus Christ is not complicated—people are.
The title suggests concealment and revelation. What are Anna’s primary “masks?”
Anna’s primary masks are two types, as you read in the story. The first type is the mask of arrogance she had worn as result of her new worldly achievements in North America after leaving her achievements in the Arab world. This time, starting from scratch and getting awards and being noticed in North America had made her so arrogant that she had been denying her writer’s block and not realizing that it isn’t about writing more books but about seeing what really is missing in her mind and heart—that is, knowing and understanding that not everything you need you will find where you are searching. The second mask was the mask of denial, based on biases and assumptions based on the shows she had witnessed in her life by people who claim to be sharing the word of God, who are religious men in whom she had seen nothing Godly, and also judgmental assumptions and bias for the truth of the Bible and the reality of who Jesus Christ is.
The novel moves between domestic conflict and doctrinal reflection. How did you manage those tonal shifts?
In my view, domestic conflict and doctrinal reflection are deeply intertwined. Our core beliefs—whether shaped by the Bible, personal faith, or even a rejection of faith—inevitably influence how we navigate family life, resolve conflict, and engage in debate. In the novel, Anna’s journey illustrates this connection: her understanding of biblical truth begins to shape her outlook, decisions, and relationships at home. Even when she was an atheist, that worldview formed the foundation of her domestic interactions. Ultimately, everyone lives from a central set of beliefs, whether consciously chosen or not, and these beliefs become the lens through which we experience both everyday conflicts and the larger questions of meaning and purpose. By showing how Anna’s doctrinal reflections impact her domestic world, the novel highlights the inseparable link between what we believe and how we live.
What do you hope skeptical readers take away from Anna’s story?
My novel “Her Masks & His Truth” invites readers on a journey of honest questioning and courageous self-examination.
Anna’s story is not just for skeptics, but for anyone seeking deeper meaning—atheists, the deeply religious, and those somewhere in between. Through Anna’s intellectual struggles and heartfelt doubts, the book powerfully explores how our beliefs—whether grounded in skepticism, tradition, or faith—shape our lives, our conflicts, and the way we see the world.
What makes this story compelling is its refusal to offer easy answers. Instead, it challenges readers to consider whether they are living by inherited rituals, unexamined disbelief, or a personal search for truth.
Anna’s transformation unfolds as she moves beyond skepticism and tradition, encouraging us to reflect on whether our beliefs are truly our own. The novel urges readers to go beyond surface-level faith or doubt and to ask the difficult questions that can lead to genuine understanding.
Ultimately, this book is for those willing to think for themselves and to step outside the comfort of the majority. It is an invitation to discover that the truth is not about conforming to tradition or rejecting faith, but about courageously seeking a personal relationship with what is true. Anna’s story will resonate with anyone who dares to ask, to seek, and to find. I hope that not only skeptics but also atheists and people who are very religious take away important points from the story.
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An unexpected encounter turns Anna’s world upside down.
It begins with a stranger, a globally recognized influencer and celebrity against whom she has long harbored resentment.
The story unfolds as Anna’s curiosity drives her to welcome him into her life, undeterred by the potential for intense criticism.
Anna’s uninhibited spontaneity, which led her to leave her successful career as a public figure in the Arab world to marry her beloved Joe, continues to be a recurring theme.
Although she has hated the stranger her entire life, she now starts loving him with all her heart, soul, and mind.
With unwavering courage, Anna feels compelled to bend her knee before the stranger. Yet now, she finds herself isolated and turning everyone against her, including Joe.
Anna makes yet another impulsive move and decides to become a bride for the third time. However, the price of being with the stranger means that she must leave behind her burgeoning lifestyle and thriving career in North America.
It’s a turning point. The burning question lingers: Is the stranger truly worth fighting for?
Beyond the Darkness, Darkness Series Book 3
Beyond the Darkness, by Lilly Gayle, is a paranormal romance with a strong vein of suspense. It opens in a very grounded way: Haley Connors is trying to rebuild her life after disaster and divorce, only to find her “three dates” mistake, Josh Patterson, has turned into a steady, public, hard-to-prove kind of stalking nightmare. When local law enforcement can’t or won’t act, she hires private investigator Axle Travers, a high school acquaintance, and the case starts like a tense small-town game of cat-and-mouse. Then the floor drops out. Axle’s past is tangled up with a blood bank, missing bodies, and something that looks a lot like vampires hiding in plain sight, and Josh’s obsession begins to intersect with a much bigger, older darkness.
I appreciated the way Gayle commits to the feeling of being trapped in “normal” systems that do not protect you. The early scenes with Haley are claustrophobic in a believable way; the air goes thin every time Josh pops up in another public place and keeps his tone just polite enough to dodge consequences. When her cat goes missing, and she’s desperate for someone to take it seriously, the book doesn’t pretend there’s an easy switch you can flip to make stalking feel acceptable. That frustration has weight. It also makes the later escalation hit harder, because you can feel how long Haley has been bracing for impact.
This is not only a stalking story; it’s also a story about secret wars and secret species. We get the Blue Book Task Force hunting vampires, divisions among vampires themselves, and the sense that “the monster” is not a single thing. I found that part oddly fun and sobering at the same time. Fun because the mythology has names, factions, and rules that give it shape. Sobering because it makes Axle’s life feel like a constant negotiation between loyalties, survival, and ethics, especially when his abilities cross lines that a decent person would rather not cross. And when the action finally goes fully supernatural, it does not do it halfway. The cave confrontation is fast, brutal, and messy in the way a real fight for survival would be, even with immortal creatures in the mix.
By the end, what stuck with me was the tone of devotion and the cost that comes with it. Axle and Haley’s connection is written as something fierce and chosen, not cute or convenient, and the book allows that love to feel both comforting and dangerous. The final note also refuses to make things too neat. There’s relief–a sense of “we made it,” and there’s still that itchy feeling that something is watching from the treeline. I’d recommend Beyond the Darkness to readers who like paranormal romance that leans toward suspense, where the relationship grows under pressure, and the world keeps widening until it’s far bigger than the couple’s original problem. If you like danger, loyalty, and a romance that has to earn its light, you’ll probably tear through this novel.
Pages: 291 | ASIN : B0GJBLCWLS
Literary Titan Gold Book Award: Fiction
The Literary Titan Book Award honors books that exhibit exceptional storytelling and creativity. This award celebrates novelists who craft compelling narratives, create memorable characters, and weave stories that captivate readers. The recipients are writers who excel in their ability to blend imagination with literary skill, creating worlds that enchant and narratives that linger long after the final page is turned.
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