When Norman soldiers besiege a convent on a summer's day in 1070, a young Saxon girl, Elena, is taken captive to satisfy Lord Aimery le Sabrenn's savage desires.

The villa at Severcy is a place of extremes. Here, innocence and love vie with experience and cruelty as young lsabelle is led into perversion by Robert, a handsome Englishman who visits the castle one summer. As Isabelle is introduced to the dark pleasures of Severcy, so her sister aids in the sensual education of Charlotte.

Set in an alternate world of gothic eroticism, Pleasure Toy follows the fortunes of the city state of Suza, led by the flagellant but fair Lord Comus.

Romantic Fantasy with a BDSM Twist! In the civilization that gave her birth, Cara had been taught that women were to be cherished, protected and respected. Under the watchful gaze of a gentle Goddess she would be free to choose a mate or not, work a craft and never know a worry. Or so she thought. Where there is a Goddess there is also a God, a Dark Lord whose teachings had left his followers feared and outlawed, destroyed by those loyal to the Goddess. Betrayed by one she thought to be a friend Cara is captured and sold to Lord Gavin, one of the Dark Lord's followers. To him women are beasts, and females are to be taught to serve their owners, their husbands, or any man strong enough to bring them to their knees. Gavin thinks nothing of introducing women to chains, whips, and complete and utter bondage as he breaks them into their rightful place at the feet of men and Cara has been chosen to be his slave and wife, the mother of his children? But Cara has unsuspected strengths, and what Gavin thought would be a easy task develops into a battle of the wills, in which both parties discover they just may be falling in love. Cover: Designed by T.L. Davison

Welcome to Romily Manor! Bizarre Erotic Novel with a Gothic Feel and Atmosphere. A creepy, sex-filled Gothic soap opera where the heroine, Heather, often seems very willing to take part in the sexual encounters that come along! Little did Heather know when she took the secretarial job offer from Romily Manor, the nature of the duties she was to perform. She hadn't counted on being a paid playmate for Mildred Wynton's twenty-five-year-old retarded son. Her horror deepened even further at the realization that she had to share her voluptuous body with the degenerate doctor and Mrs. Wynton's lascivious chauffeur. Mrs. Wynton was the mistress of the manor in name, but it was Heather's lush young body that held the title! Excerpt: The needle plunged into Heather's arm again, and she lay very still on the bare mattress, her eyes open but unseeing, and the voices and sounds in the small room were just a garbled cacophony to her drugged ears. "That'll keep her for four or five hours," said the heavy-set man of medium height and middle years. He removed the needle from the syringe, replaced them both in a small case and snapped it shut. "Thank you, Doctor Marston," said the tall, gaunt-faced woman, emphasizing the Doctor because Basil Marston wasn't a doctor any more: not since a zealous medical association had removed his name from its list because of unethical behavior or professional misconduct as they viewed his illegal operations and indiscriminate use of prohibited drugs. "I don't like it," the ex-doctor muttered now, looking at the young girl on the bed. A tousled lock of brunette hair had fallen onto her forehead, making Heather Dainton look younger than her twenty-three years. Her big, brown eyes - usually luminous and alert - were dull and listless, and her five-foot-one, one-hundred-pound body slumped, rather than lay, on the bed in the upstairs room in the bleak, rambling mansion in a remote part of Maine...