V-day Prezzies

Valentines Day is for romance...and also sex! Here are 5 free stories to ramp up your valentines day evening, whether alone or with a partner. 3 of them are free all the time, but 'Drain Me Dry' and 'The Beauty & the Beast' are for V-day only.

Click on the book cover to go to the free copy--Drain Me Dry & Beauty and the Beast click over to Amazon.com, the other 3 Smashwords.com. In the UK? Link to my author page on the sidebar. Available in all other countries too.

Hope everyone has good orgasms this V-day, and I hope I can help. :)

New Release: The Red Shoes

New release: "The Red Shoes". Like "The Beauty and the Beast", this is a modern BDSM story based loosely on a fairy tale, one of my favorites. This is the story of Angel, a very bad girl, who goes against her Master's wishes and is punished.

You can buy "The Red Shoes" HERE
And as a present "The Beauty and the Beast" is FREE today HERE

Her master wants her to always wear white, because she is a virgin and pure. For two years Angel has obeyed him, but when she sees a pair of red shoes in a shop window she is overcome with the idea of red, and lust. She doesn't want to be pure. She wants her master to take her, all of her, and make her a woman. The red shoes are her blooming sexuality, but will they also be the end of her relationship with the man she loves?

4300 words. Contains BDSM: submission, spanking, deflowering.

Excerpt:

He pulled at her skirt and soon she was laying there, breasts, exposed, only her simple cotton panties saving her from total nudity. The lights were dim and she was glad that she could not see herself naked beneath him. He pulled off his shirt and she placed her hands on his broad, masculine chest, sliding her fingers through the hair there. “You are amazing,” he told her. She couldn’t find the voice to say that she felt the same way about him.

“Please,” she said, breathless and not knowing what she was begging for. “I have to tell you. I'm a virgin.”

He went still, one of his hands motionless hooked under the waistband of her underwear. “What?”

“I've never done this before.”

He got up abruptly, and at first she feared the worst, that he wouldn't want anything to do with her, that he was one of those men who were too honorable to have sex with a virgin. He turned on the light and returned to the bed. Her panic abated when he returned to his task of pulling down her panties, sliding them over her smooth legs. She didn't know what to do except lie still as he gently pushed her legs open and positioned his body between them. He still wore his slacks and made no move to take them off. He slid his hands down her thighs and she moaned a little when his fingers brushed across her mound.

With two fingers he separated her lips, opening her up. She had never been revealed to a man before. Exposed. He traced one finger around her sealed entrance, causing her to shiver, to want him more. “A virgin,” he whispered, and she realized that he was worshiping her. “So rare,” he continued. “So perfect.” He lowered his head and slid his tongue across her vulva, up to her clit, gently teasing it, taking it between his lips.

Angel, who always wondered what it would be like to have wings, was flying. His fingers were everywhere but inside her and his mouth sucked and teased as she arched her entire body towards him. She wanted him, wanted everything. She broke, her orgasm crashing through her body, forcing her back on the bed. He pulled away and looked up, scanning across her stomach, over her panting chest at her face, eyes closed tight, breathing through perfect red lips.

“Angel,” he said sliding up the bed, “what do you think of me?”

Because she was young, and because he was older, good-looking, and rich; because he had just given her first orgasm, she answered honestly. “I love you.”

“You naïve, trusting thing,” he said, but it was with tenderness. “So fortunate for the both of us that I found you first. I'm almost twice your age.”

“I don't care.”

“You don't know anything about me.”

“I know enough. Please. Make love to me.”

He kissed her lips, her breasts, her stomach, and while lust began to burn within her loins again, he did not kiss any lower. “Perhaps one day I will,” he said. “But not yet, my delicate virgin. I want to savor you.” He gathered her up in his arms like a child and held her close, kissing her forehead. “Be patient my dear, and wait.”

9 Rules of Sex in Fiction

Here is a list. (I will admit I am guilty of a few of these.)

1. The hero can always get it up.

2. Sex is never messy.

3. No one gets knocked up unless the plot demands it, even if condoms are never mentioned.

4. Virgins always orgasm their first time out.

5. Every woman orgasms from penetration alone.

6. Even if she hates her rapist he's still going to make her climax. 

7. The average penis size is 9 in.

8. Every BDSM practitioner has a full dungeon in their home.

9. Lube is never necessarily.

I know there's more--what have you got?

Review Copies Available

If you review books for a website or blog and are interested in reviewing the Deadly Liaison series, I'm giving out free coupon codes to anyone who promises an honest review.

You'll get "Drain Me Dry" and "Addicted to the Bite" in one file (any type).  You can review them separately or together.

Combined they are 20,000 words, a nice few hours' read.

Just send me an email and I'll send you a smashwords coupon code good for 100% off.  leighwilder000@gmail.com

New Release: Addicted to the Bite

To be released 1/21/13, "Addicted to the Bite" is the long-awaited (well, 3 months awaited) sequel to "Drain Me Dry."

After a night of passion Jamie-boy has decided he prefers the seductive bite of master vampire Damian to suicide, and begins to pursue him.  Damian is distracted by a murderer leaving bodies all over his town and on top of it, werewolf cop Detective Julie Nova is keen on harassing him.  He doesn't want Jamie-boy pulled into the middle of the mess, yet it is so very hard to stay away.

Jamie-boy wants a night of blood and passion, and if Damian won't give it to him, someone else will.

"Addicted to the Bite" is a 13,000 word erotic novelette (almost twice as long as "Drain Me Dry")  It involves m/m, blood play, sexual violence.

If you haven't read "Drain Me Dry" it will be free on Amazon 1/21 and 1/22. Link HERE.

Buy "Addicted to the Bite" right HERE.

From "Addicted to the Bite":

Damian’s eyes flew open at the piercing scream of a woman, and the surprised yelp of Jamie-boy beside him. He was getting very sick of being woken up abruptly. Midnight Star stood in the doorway with her broom and dustpan, on time for work just as he requested. Jamie-boy clung naked to Damian, the sheet falling away to reveal his nudity.

Jilly was right behind her. “Why are you screaming now—oh. Good morning, sir.”

Wonderful. “Good morning Jilly,” he said. Would he ever get to sleep again?

The two young vampires hovered in the doorway. “Um,” Jilly said, “does this mean we get another bribe?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he snapped. “I always sleep with naked teenage boys. Get out please.” Jilly gave a nod and pulled Midnight Star behind her. As soon as the door closed Damian heard both girls giggling. He fell back on the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. Jamie-boy crawled into his arms. 

“You came back.”

“Yes, well, you looked cold.”

“Damian, do you like me?”

He sighed. Teenagers. “I want to possess you. It’s not the same thing.”

“It’s kind of better, isn’t it?”

“Not if you have any sense.” He knew he should get up and leave, but instead he held Jamie-boy close, breathing in the smell of young man. His cock began to stir, but he was so exhausted…

Jamie-boy twisted in his arms to face him. “I’m not dumb. I just want you.”

I want you too. “You don’t want to be a vamp tramp. Go live your life in the sun. Don’t get swallowed up by a world you can’t even begin to understand.”

“It’s not any better out there,” Jamie-boy insisted. “I need you.” He pressed his lips against Damian’s neck, and the vampire took in a sharp breath. Oh, if he were a lesser man. Jamie-boy kissed his way up to Damian’s mouth, and there he gave in. A moaning growl rumbled in his throat as he captured the young man’s lips, forcing his mouth open with his tongue, invading the warm cavern.

Jamie-boy kissed with an unpracticed eagerness, his tongue exploring, tasting, learning. The excitement of discovery, Damian loved this about young men. He couldn’t remember what it felt like to be young, but he could still watch and participate. He wanted to take them, teach and mold them, and in exchange, they worshipped him. It had been quite a while since he had taken on a lover that lasted more than one night. Attachments were weaknesses that could be exploited—he was the authority of the entire city—but it had been so long since he had let himself care.

Jamie-boy pulled at Damian’s tie, wanting to undress him, but that was not what Damian had in mind. He grabbed at Jamie and forced his hands down. “Behave,” he said.

“But I want—”

“I’m not here to give you what you want,” Damian said.

Damian studied his young lover. Pale, slight of build. Not someone who exercised much. The bruises he had received at the hands of his father had almost faded, and except for the healing bite mark on the inside of his thigh, the cuts from Damian’s knife were all but gone. He would have to make new ones sometime.

Jamie-boy could be attractive if you looked at him the right way. At the moment he looked like a dog that was used to being beaten. His dark hair fell across his forehead, long lashes rested on his cheeks when he closed his eyes. Everything about him was small.

Damian pushed Jamie-boy down on the bed. He slid a flat palm across his torso, feeling every rib through his skin. He traced around his navel, danced his fingers across the bite on his thigh. Once it scarred over Jamie-boy would have a permanent reminder of the night he tried to kill himself, and found Damian instead.

Jamie-boy quivered under his touch. His lips parted in a soft moan…oh to be so young…Damian wrapped his hand around Jamie-boy’s small cock. It did not fill his palm even as it grew hard. Jamie-boy arched into his hand, and Damian bent over to kiss him…

Somewhere in his jacket pocket Damian’s phone screamed at him. “God fucking dammit,” he swore, pulling away. What a terrible week.

Leigh Wilder Designs

So I've decided to try my hand at designing ebook covers. Premade or custom.  Check out the new site here or in the navigation bar.  All covers on special until Valentines Day.  

Guess this means I can't put off re-designing this site any longer.  I can't sell art with this place looking hideous, can I?

A Note on Indie Ebook Pricing

I know everyone goes around in circles about this. Is $0.99 too cheap? Is $2.99?  How expensive is too expensive?  The way I see it, ebook pricing for the indie writer can be looked at two different ways--marketing and length.

Marketing
It's a good idea to have a cheap or free story available, even several.  I have three free stories listed on my site at all times. One m/f, one m/m, and one f/f.  Two of the three I consider too short to comfortably sell for a dollar, and one was a good example of pure m/m sex. It gives potential readers a chance to decide if they like my writing style without losing any money in the deal.

I've read a lot of bad free books, and if I'd paid for them I probably would have stopped reading indie books altogether.  It's hard for a reader to know if they're getting good quality, especially since even professional publishing companies publish drivel like Twilight and 50 Shades.  When it's free there is no risk.

As a struggling artist whose skills and training outside of writing and literature are service oriented, I don't like to spend money on something that isn't worth it.  Most of my money goes towards things like food and rent. I rarely buy books new, implement my public library, and download ebooks when they are offered for free. When I like them, I buy more.  Poor people buy books. They need the distraction.  Give them a reason to buy yours.

If you are writing a series I think it's a great idea to have a free short story that is either stand alone or a prequel, and then offer the first book for 99 cents.  If your plot is good and it is well-written you can pretty much assure more book sales at a higher price from the following installments.

Length
A few months ago I bought three novelettes from a fairly popular indie writer.  The first story was free and it pulled me in. The second one was $1.49 and it was equally awesome. The third one was $2.99 and I almost didn't buy it. That's a lot of money for a novelette. I read a free short story by another writer and was excited to read more of her work, but she was selling all of her shorts for $2.99 and I decided not to buy.

Whenever I see a short story marked at $2.99 I cringe, and a lot of the reviewers do too. "I didn't realize how short it was" is a common complaint and cause for low ratings. Why spend so much for 5,000 words when so many people are selling full-length novels at that price?

So what makes a short story and what makes a novel?  It is not definitive.  Every writer will give you a different number.  These are the numbers I'm comfortable with.

Flash Fiction: < 1,000 words
Short: 1k to 8k words
Novelette: 8k to 17k words
Novella: 17k to 50k words
Novel: 50k words and up

I think it's near criminal to charge for stand-alone flash fiction. Who wants to spend a dollar for six minutes of their time?  I really have a hard time paying $2.99 for less than novella length.  I figure novelettes should fall into the $1.50 to $2.50 range.

"Drain me Dry" is on the line between a short and a novelette, so I priced it at 99 cents. It's sequel, "Addicted to the Bite" (to be released mid-month) is almost 13k.  I plan on pricing it at $1.50.  I hope that the more I write about my main characters, Jamie-boy and Damian, the longer the pieces will get and the more I can charge, but I plan on always pricing in accordance to length. 50k is worth $2.99.  75k might be worth $3.50 or $4.00.

In the end, it comes down to readers.  If I wanted to make money writing I would have given up long ago.  I hope to make money writing, but what I really want is readers. I used to write fanfic just for the praise.  In the past I've written several online serials on a donations-if-you-feel-like-it platform.  I want my stories to be read by as many people as possible, so I plan to always keep my prices reasonable, especially for poor people like myself.