Thank You Readers

I'm thrilled that my latest femdom novel has been accepted for publication by Pink Flamingo. I'll have more details as the release date approaches, but right now I'd just like to say thank you to everyone who has bought and read any of my previous femdom novels released by Pink Flamingo. Sad or not (and I think it's a little bit sad) at some point your track record is probably going to be more of an influence over a publisher than the quality of your next book. When I got the news that the new novel was accepted, I felt an intense bond with all of you.

I think it's unlikely that a femdom novel will be widely popular in my lifetime. Although I still hope: http://courtingherbygregoryallen.blogspot.com/2012/12/could-femdom-book-have-popularity-of-50.html    But I feel, daily, the fulfillment of communicating with readers through the magic of fiction. The new book took me about two and a half years to write, first word to last (During that time I was also still working on finishing Serving Her), and I had an amazing time working on it. The vague idea that someone will, one day, read something you wrote is probably a driving force for all writers, but the more you can crystallize that idea that your writing is communication with other people, the more of an inspiration writing becomes. It would sound too cheesy to say I feel like I wrote this book with all of you, but I'm going to say it anyway. I feel like I wrote this book with all of you.

Alex Prepares to Serve Kimberly's Friends in Courting Her

In honor of Courting Her making a comeback, last quarter, I wanted to post an excerpt. I'm thrilled that after three years, readers still seem to be enjoying this book. I'll be back with more Protégé Mistress excerpts soon. Sorry for the delay in posting. Thank you for reading!

"Let me see how my marks look," Kimberly said.

Alex, dressed in black dress pants and a white shirt, was fluttering about the kitchen, nervously arranging things for the party. She had forbid him to wear underwear, wanting him to worry that her friends would know serving them excited him, even though she knew it wouldn't really be that obvious in black pants. Alex dropped his pants to his knees, turned his back to Kimberly, and lifted his shirt up. The stripes from spelling her name, though three days old, still showed. "Those were some good ones, weren't they? Some of my best, I think." Kimberly pinched one and twisted the sore skin, causing Alex to wince. "Say, I'm wearing Kimberly's best."

"I'm wearing Kimberly's best," Alex said. He was rewarded with her hand, which came around his hip and passed, twice, over his member.

"Please, Kimberly, please don't make me serve today."

"Are you begging with your head higher than mine? You know to beg on your knees."

Alex turned and dropped onto the linoleum. "Please, Mistress. Please don't make me."

Kimberly stepped into him and pulled him against her. Alex buried his face in her shirt and hugged her by the back of her jeans. She pulled him back by his hair until his eyes met hers. "You will serve my friends, and you will make me proud."