I generally refrain from tooting my own horn when it comes to my writing. In fact, I'm absolutely lousy at promotion, not because I don't think what I've written is worth promoting, but because I expend so much time and energy in creating my work, that I tend to be all tuckered out when I'm done. I HATE schmoozing or sucking up just to sell my wares, and I despise the idea of spamming my friends or whoring myself to strangers for the sake of a few lousy sales, hogging bandwidth with endless self-congratulatory postings that don't move the reader-interest needle so much as a fraction of an inch one way or the other, while effectively making me look like a money-grubbing asshole.
But, you know what? I'm a FUCKING GOOD WRITER, and The Seven Seductions is a DAMN FUCKING GOOD NOVEL, and that is the TOTAL IN-YOUR-FACE HONEST FUCKING TRUTH. Download The Seven Seductions gratis this weekend on Amazon, Thursday June 21 through Sunday June 24 and find out just how fucking good it is!
What else can I do to tempt you? It's probably not cool (or even legal, let alone practical) to offer a free hum job with every download, or even a sensual foot massage--though I've been told I'm pretty good at the latter. Believe me, I'd happily do that without the slightest promise of anything in return. So, think of your free copy of The Seven Seductions as a super-sensual foot massage, except it's for your brain. Goodness knows, we could all use a nice brain massage from time to time; after all, the 'big brain' is the largest, most complex sex organ in the human body, and it requires its share of attention. You can also make your brain happy by indulging it with finely-crafted, sexily stylish language of the type to be found in The Seven Seductions, totally free this weekend on Amazon, Thursday June 21 through Sunday June 24...
Still not convinced? Do I need to write one of those sneaky fake reviews like the ones so many unethical authors put up on Goodreads, or pay to have posted on the Zon? How would I go about it?
Terrance Aldon Shaw's The Seven Seductions is not only a brilliant piece of writing, and a sexy-storytelling tour de force, but one of the steamiest reads to come down the erotic-romance pike in something like the whole history of ever... Believe me, you'll be peeling yourself off the ceiling when you're done with this one! Shaw has a gift for evoking rich erotic atmosphere, pulsing with sexy potential, and, like the lovers in his story, he knows how to delve deep and hit the literary G-spot time and time again.
Haunted by a demon's prophecy, Nebraska farm girl Gretchen Ausslander grows up dreading the destiny she cannot escape—not even within the walls of a convent—the lustful longings of the otherworldly creature she knows only as The Nameless One.
Uncanny things have always had a way of happening ever since
her older sister read aloud from a book of black magic, unwittingly awakening
the demon. But now, after having become Sister Mary Chastity, Gretchen must
struggle with the stirrings of her own long-buried desires, the undeniable
yearnings that overpower her flesh, and the guilt that inevitably follows when
memory intrudes upon the present and dark secrets come back to confound her.
On “holy retreat” in a vacation house by the shores of a lake
in the Great North Woods, Mary Chastity meets Magic, a handsome, carefree young
artist who tests her vows even as he speaks to something deep within her heart.
Can this beautiful boy help her to face her fears—or is he part of the future
The Nameless One has foreseen for her all along? Is Magic the key to Mary
Chastity’s salvation—or nothing less than the incubus itself in human guise?
Admittedly, Shaw's novel takes a while to warm up, but when it finally comes to a boil, absolutely no one will escape the heat. The story reaches an earth-shattering climax, when past and present at last converge and the reluctant heroine is forced to face her demons in a blazing set-piece that takes her to the very depths of Hell and back. The Seven Seductions will leave you breathless, horny, and happily enlightened all at the same time. (Who wouldn't pay absolutely nothing to feel that way???) Enthusiastically recommended!
Still stubbornly unconvinced?? I guess the only card I have left to play is the writing itself. Here's an excerpt from The Seven Seductions, which--surprise!--you can download for free this weekend on Amazon, Thursday June 21 through Sunday June 24...
Gretchen lay alone in the
dark, wide awake on a dull sword-edge of anticipation. Excruciatingly alert, she
had ceased to live in the present, her whole attention focused squarely on what
was about to happen. Her mind was racing out ahead of her, minutes into the
future, building up a terrible momentum as it roared past possibilities like
sights along a railway line, and she a reluctant passenger, not wanting to
imagine, yet wholly incapable of not
imagining.
Is he going to finish what he started in the bathroom?
Was it her fear that held
her captive—made it impossible to move? Or was it her curiosity, her need? No
one had drugged her. No one was holding her down, or threatening her. She could
get up and leave if she wanted, run away if she felt like it, put it all behind
her and never look back.
Why is he making me wait? Oh! Why doesn’t he hurry up and get here?
Her hearing had become so
unbearably acute that sound itself was palpable, dull blades slicing into her
skin, and she startled at the slightest noise. Is that him? Is he here? Oh God! Oh God! Yet, she remained still,
if unrelaxed, muscles tensed like taut bondage ropes suspending her an inch or
so above the bed.
Please! I can’t stand it—this waiting, this not knowing—not even a
second longer! He can do whatever he wants. I don’t care. Only let it happen
now—
“Oh!” Gretchen started up
as someone rattled the doorknob from outside. A burst of frozen heat erupted
from the middle of her gut as the tension that had been building up was
violently released; as the “later” into which she had projected herself
suddenly became the “now,” and she was born into a new and terrifying reality.
A sliver of dull reddish
light slowly widened across the bed as the door creaked open. A black smudge loomed
up within the middle of this lambent pillar, resolving itself into the negative
image of a human form, a faceless wraith, stepping through the portal of a
nightmare.
My shadow is
upon you now and you are bound to me forever.
The intruder shut the door,
plunging the room back into dusky obscurity. Gretchen felt its presence in
spite of her senses’ confusion, the preternatural heat of its intention projected
towards her as it came on through the pouring gloom.
“Tyge?”
“Mm.” He stood at the foot
of the bed, staring down at her for a moment, or so Gretchen supposed, for she
still could not make out his face.
“What are you… what are you
going to…”
Swiftly, silently, he
hooked a meaty finger into the wedged point of her décolletage and pulled,
rending the flimsy fabric with a single merciless motion. The negligée
fluttered open, limp and useless at her sides, its stylish shoulder straps
framing her neck like a pair of drooping wings. She could feel the sickly
moistness of the air caressing her newly-exposed flesh, her breasts her belly,
her cunt.
She heard the ominous clink
and snap of a belt impatiently unbuckled, the buzz of metal teeth, muffled by
the parting denim, as he unzipped the fly on his jeans. Tyge hummed softly to
himself, a lazy series of three notes, indistinguishably off-key, maddeningly repeated
at random.
“Mmm-MM-mm.”
He toyed with her, pressing
his cock against her inner thigh, drawing it slowly back and forward again to
plow the coarse tangles of her mound. His penis seemed unbelievably heavy to
her, a balky iron club wrapped in velvet, as thick as her own upper arm, hard,
yet not wholly rigid, its movements imprecise, unwieldy, clumsy in a childish
sort of way, still uncannily aware of its own terrible power.
She whimpered, wanting it.
“Mmm-MM-mm.” Tyge hummed
the strange tune, more incantation than melody, ignoring her need, unmoved, yet
in constant, slow, delicious motion.
“I think… I’m ready.”
Gretchen whispered the words more bravely than she felt them. She lay on her
back, limbs splayed wide, wanting him to see her—all of her—and know that she
was his to do with as he pleased.
“Mmm-MM-mm…”
“Please?” She was
practically weeping now, her voice ragged with emotion as she tossed her head to
the side in a fevered agony of longing. “Please, I want…”
“Mm-MM?” He stopped in
mid-hum. A bolt of lightning ripped through her lower body as he brought the
tip of his cock into contact with her clitoris.
“Oh Jesus God!” Gretchen clutched the bedding on either side of the
mattress, gathered up into tight wads in her fists, as if bracing herself in
this way might keep her soul from flying apart.
“Mmm-hm-hm!” Tyge seemed to
chuckle as he pressed at her again.
“Please,” Gretchen sobbed,
“now!”
“Mm-MM-mm…” In no hurry, he
rested a flat palm in the wide valley of her bosom.
“C’mon!” She shoved her
pelvis up at him. “I’m right here!”
“Mmmm…”
“Now!” Gretchen sobbed
through gritted teeth. “Now!” the word repeated like a mantra as her desperation
rose, inflected in a dozen different ways. “Now!” she moaned and whined and
begged and pleaded until she was cursing unaware, lashing out blindly in her
frustration. “Now, goddamn it! Now! I want… I want…”
“Mm?”
“I want you… I want you to…”
“Mm-MM—”
“I want you to…”
“Mmm?”
“Fuck me!” she screamed at last. “Now! I don’t care! Just do it now!”
He was already prying her lips apart with the tip of
his cock. She felt it quivering there like a diviner’s rod, seeking the hidden
well of wetness deep within her folds.
“Oooh!” Gretchen moaned, the sound abruptly cut off by
a sharp intake of breath as he eased forward. “Oh… Ohhh…. OHHHH!” She screamed again, but not from pain or fear.
He leaned over, bearing down, filling her easily
though he came into her with twisted serpentine thrusts, as if careening around
a corner. Their movements were wildly out of sync, like awkward swimmers
reaching out for one another beneath the water, repelled by mutual surface
tension.
“Fuck me!” She was panting, her voice barely more than
a bated squeak tinged with the pain of unfulfilled desire. They moved obliquely
together, joined at the crotch, twisting and corkscrewing around the immovable
axis of his penis, she turning her thighs away from his, off-center, a little
to the left; he rolling his hips in the opposite direction in order to pull her
back into alignment, though he continued to impale her with a steady,
mechanical rhythm.
“Oooooooh!” That noise again, somewhere between crying
and singing, though Gretchen was barely aware of any sound at all.
Tyge crawled on top and crouched above her in the bed
like a soldier poised to do pushups, pinning her there with the bony weight of
his hips. Her moans came in syncopated gasps, soft replies to the regular
pulsing thrusts that drove her back and back towards the middle of the bed, the
syllables rising in pitch like the sound of water filling a narrow glass to the
brim.
Her limbs seemed impossibly buoyant, her whole body in
a state of languid atrophy, shrinking down with each relentless thrust until
all weight, all substance was concentrated like an imploding singularity in her
cunt. Gretchen opened her mouth to cry out again, but no sound reached her
ears. All sense was lost. All save for the feeling of those tender inner walls
eagerly expanding around her lover’s extravagant girth, aspiring to become the
center of a new cosmos, a cornucopia of pleasure overflowing with light.
And they had only just begun.
***
Download The Seven Seductions absolutely free this weekend on Amazon, Thursday June 21 through Sunday June 24...
[UPDATE 6/25/18: The promotion was a success as far as I'm concerned. About 45 copies were downloaded. This may not seem like many, but if most of those downloads come from people who are genuinely interested in reading the novel--as opposed to thousands of casual downloaders with no real interest beyond collecting yet another free book--this can only be to the good.]
[UPDATE 6/25/18: The promotion was a success as far as I'm concerned. About 45 copies were downloaded. This may not seem like many, but if most of those downloads come from people who are genuinely interested in reading the novel--as opposed to thousands of casual downloaders with no real interest beyond collecting yet another free book--this can only be to the good.]
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