How Dirty Are You? is now on Smashwords!

Have it your way -- ePub, HTML, PDF, whatever -- get your copy of the short story that starts the three-book saga...

LibraryThing Giveaway is yielding great reviews for How Dirty Are You?

I offered a review giveaway on LibraryThing at the end of August. 100 readers responded and requested a copy of the short story.

Then Hurricane Irene hit. I'm still finishing sending off review copies, as life has been tough for the past month as we recover from the storm's impact on our life, but I'm also overwhelmed and grateful for the reviews that have been trickling in, on Amazon especially.

Read them here!

Nice sudden boost in sales! So who is it? Come out, come out...

I appreciate the sudden spurt (no pun intended) of sales for my erotic comedy, How Dirty Are You?.

So whoever is linking to it, thank you! Reveal yourself so I can express my appreciation!

FREE copy of Talk Dirty to Me -- learn how to get yours!

I'm running a promotion right now -- the second book in the Dumpsterotica erotic comedy series is going live this Saturday. More than four times the length of How Dirty Are You?, the next installment, Talk Dirty to Me, looks at how Joe and Marcia handle her...sensual, robust power that seems to put the "ick" in erotica.

Description for the upcoming Dumpsterotica: Talk Dirty to Me:

When Joe walks in on his wife, Marcia, in the bathroom using health and beauty supplies as sex toys, he's furious to learn she's been taking matters into her own hands nine times a week -- while sleeping with him only once a month. Marcia, horrified to be discovered, breaks down and fears he'll leave her. Her answer? Marriage counseling.

Dr. Jude Fourier has an opening that night for couples counseling, but Joe and Marcia discover that Fourier has some fetishes of his own. A Mr. Clean lookalike with a Hannibal Lecter demeanor, it turns out Dr. Fourier and Marcia met a few years ago, under extraordinary circumstances that Marcia would just as soon forget...but that Dr. Fourier immortalizes in a shrine that makes the Marquis de Sade look like a wimp.

By the end of the evening Marcia's sexual frustration reaches supernova proportions -- and the shock waves will take you for a wild ride as she lets her freak flag fly. Dumpsterotica: Talk Dirty to Me, is 16,000 rollicking words of arousing fun.

So here's the promotion to get your FREE copy of Talk Dirty to Me:

1. Buy Dumpsterotica: How Dirty Are You?, the first in the series.
2. Write a review on Amazon for the short story.
3. Send me an email at dumpsterotica@gmail.com telling me your Amazon username and your email address so I can send you a gifted, FREE copy of the new eBook, Talk Dirty to Me. I'll send all free eBooks out after July 20.

That's it! Happy reading, and thanks!

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Dumpsterotica: How Dirty Are You? on Kindle.

In all its stinky, luscious glory.

You know you want to read it to find out just how dirty are you...

Go for it. Shhh...I won't tell. ;)

Dumpsterotica: How Dirty Are You? Sample

The first story in the erotic comedy series, Dumpsterotica, goes out on Kindle/Nook/Smashwords June 10-11.

Here's a sample from "How Dirty Are You?" Happy filthy reading ;)

It all had to start with a bottle of champagne. Not just any champagne, and not just the right bottle of champagne. It had to be a bottle of champagne expensive enough to get her to fuck Joe.

If he was lucky, Marcia would be in the mood once a month. But a bottle of Taittinger – and it had to be over $100 – was good for at least one or two rounds of sex on any given night.

Lately, though, even the champagne wasn't cutting it. He had to combine it with a really nice restaurant. And really nice as in – bend over and shit $100 bills. Joe sighed and made a reservation for seven o'clock on a Saturday at the new French-Thai fusion place he read about in a friend's Tweet. He called Marcia at work to tell her about the reservation for dinner. She wasn't at her desk, so he left a voicemail message.

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Marcia wasn't at her desk to answer Joe's call because she was in the bathroom masturbating. Most women prefer to keep the skin on their clitoris, but Marcia didn't much care anymore. The head of her electric toothbrush faced away from her clit most of the time, though, and the vibrations were finally clearing her mind. No more thoughts of benefits packages and coworker complaints about harassment or body odor-challenged colleagues. Licking her fingers, she touched herself to lubricate and felt her hard nub. Rocking her hips lightly against the toothbrush, she caught the tight rhythm that would make the tension go away.

Warmth flooded her pussy and her labia ballooned, throbbing and hot now and so wet that the head of the toothbrush slipped, tangling with her pubic hair. The hair tugging felt good, adding a jolt of exciting pain as she put the vibration back where it belonged, her clit suddenly catching exactly what it needed. Inner thigh muscles screamed, strong and hot as red steel as she came and came and came, her hips curving up and in at the exact moment she plunged the spinning toothbrush head inside her vagina, the soft bristles scrubbing her g-spot. Through gritted teeth she let a low moan escape as she looked at the ceiling and bucked against the toothbrush as if she were riding a mechanical bull, careful to hold the handle firmly.

Experience had taught her that the vagina can be a vacuum at the most inopportune of moments, and a few years ago she'd paid a $3,000 emergency room bill out of pocket to avoid having the charge appear on her insurance, where her colleagues in Human Resources might have seen the claim. The damage to her cervix had been minimal but she had become a legend on ER doctor Internet forums, know as “Vagina Dentata.”

Marcia masturbated at work every day because it was the only way she could come.