Mad for the Billionaire eBook Release

Estimated reading time: 4 – 7 minutes

4-27-13: I’ve had to re-title this piece from “An Unwanted Obsession” to “Mad for the Billionaire.” I’m really sorry for any confusion.

Hello Everyone! I’m back again with a Charlotte DeCorte release. (This is the one I was talking about here.) I tried my hand at a sci-fi billionaire with Amelia and Charlotte wanted to take her melancholy turn at it as well. 😉 So here we go:


Alexander Monroe Draven II had been my everything. My first love, my first man, my first heartbreak…

My first taste of madness.

Certain we were doomed to fail, I walked out on the love of my life nine years before and painstakingly constructed another persona. One who was poised, even-tempered, and outwardly bore no resemblance to the broken girl forever pining for a love that wasn’t meant to be.

It had become my shell for so long I could almost believe it, despite the long nights of searching out Alexander’s electronic footprint as he became one of the most wealthiest men in tech. However, my facade shattered when he’d bought out the company I worked for just as it was on the brink of collapse. Alexander didn’t let me avoid him, easily capturing me in plain sight and maneuvering it so I would have lunch with him. I let my guard down, thinking I could control myself around him.

I was wrong. Now the man I still loved with frightening intensity wanted me back, but that wasn’t all he wanted.

“I want you on the floor, kneeling at my feet.”

Alexander wanted total control over me or nothing at all. And I only had one minute to make my decision…

NOTE: This is a 24,400 word novella (approximately 88 pages.)


A killing-soft smile landed at the corners of his lips. He waited, patient and watchful. Where was he going with this? What was he trying to prove that he hadn’t already proved a million times before? There was only one way to find out.

“Fine.” I walked over to him, fixated on the beacon of his arm. Chin up and defiance oozing with every rigid step until I stood at his knee. “Happy now?” I snapped, doing little to be gracious over my capitulation.

“Not by a long shot, baby.” Alexander appraised me, doing nothing to disguise it. “I never cared for your anger before. I saw it as something to be eliminated and subdued. Now I know the great potential it has for us both.”

Warmth drizzled, softening my insolence. My belly clenched. My nipples tightened to twin points, vividly remembering the hot tug of Alexander’s lips. The urge to cross my arms and cover my chest tangled with the urge to rip off my shirt.

Push, pull, want, deny. Seductive madness could only lie this way.

“Sophia, I want you to do something for me.”

I coughed, trying to disguise my body’s response as an aberration. “Yes?”

“I want you to sit down.”

“Okay.” I turned to find the nearest chair.

“Stop.” Alexander waited silently until I looked back at him, eyebrow raised quizzically. “Not there.”

“Then where?”

Alexander pointed to the floor. I followed his finger, seeing his polished, leather shoes and the empty space before them.

I shook my head and backed away. “On the floor?”

“Yes. I want you on the floor, kneeling at my feet.”

I reached out to steady myself. My fingertips dug into the side of the desk. “You want me at your feet.”



Alexander tilted his head. “Because it would please me.”

Jesus fucking Christ!

Violent lust ricocheted through my body, instantly piercing my core. I tightened my thighs, finding perverse, thrilling pleasure in the idea of obeying him. My mind whirled into overdrive, looking for any reason to drown out the instinct demanding I obey.

“Are you serious, Alexander? You’re not joking with me?”

He stared me down, mouth tight and eyes blazing with implacable domination. “On your knees. Now.”

My knees buckled. Still keeping hold of the desk, I sank down, down, down, until my legs folded beneath me. My heart hammered, beating so hard against my chest I wasn’t sure if I wanted to scream in fear or delight.

“Breathe, Sophia.”

“I…I…am.” Fear gripped me strong. My panicked gaze jumped around. I couldn’t believe what I had done. Worse, how come it felt so right?

Alexander’s warm hand cupped my chin. “You’re doing beautifully, Sophia. Look at me. I said look at me. Now just breathe for me. In and out. That’s it. Good girl.”

I patterned my breathing after his. Lost in his black gaze, I watched the world fall away. Nothing existed but him.


  • Mad for the Billionaire
  • Word Count: 24,400 (Approximate)
  • Categories: Contemporary Romance, BDSM, Erotic Romance
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Need Me – Being Trevor’s Toy ebook Release

Estimated reading time: 5 – 8 minutes

Hello Everyone! As I mentioned in my last post, here’s the latest Charlotte DeCorte release. It’s got a masochistic ballerina who’s deliriously-in-love with a dark, damaged mess of a man. Sounds like Charlotte! 😉

Here are the details:


Trevor St. John is the CEO of a monolithic corporation. He’s heir to a British title and can trace his direct lineage back to the time of William the Conqueror.

He’s also arrogant, prideful, and cold. He rarely tells me he loves me. He’s gone more often than not. He always has to be in control. He thrives on it, needing dominance over all things big and small.

Over me.

He’s picked me apart and has discovered all the chinks in my armor. He’s utterly ruthless that way. Trevor is a dangerous love. I know it. Honestly, I do. Trevor St. John is beautiful, dark, and damaged.

And he’s all mine…

WARNING: This is a 12,000 word novella. It explores tortured love in the form of a D/S theme. It contains explicit language and sexual content.


He leans down and kisses me. For such a firm mouth, his lips are so incredibly soft. It’s homecoming when his tongue slides into my mouth. My nipples immediately harden, yearning for his attention. I pant, excited by a simple, sweet kiss.

Trevor moves back. His mouth is wet from mine. “Seems like I have a dirty girl in my lap. I should clean her…thoroughly.”

I nod, eager and excited. He scoops me up and carries me down the long hall leading to the master suite. The room is shadowed but my eyes are still drawn to the enormous bed crouched in the middle. Trevor has debauched me countless times on its surface. He’s made me scream in bliss. He’s made me cry as many times. I’ve slept the sleep of the dead there, curled in his arms and at peace with my world.

I so love that bed.

Trevor glances down. His smirk communicates knowledge of my carnal thoughts.

“I wouldn’t count on getting much sleep tonight, Rebecca. I’ve had to go far too long without you.”

“My offer still stands.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “As much as I appreciate it, I really don’t see how becoming your full-time sex slave will make either of us happy. You don’t want a slave, my dear.”

I shrug and say “It was just a suggestion!” while in total agreement. I don’t want Trevor submissive. At least not very often. Every now and then would be nice. But only for a little bit.

Trevor walks into the luxurious bathroom, more chamber than room, and sets me on my feet. I’m still wearing my heels but don’t step out of them. Trevor turns on the water and the tub begins to fill. There is no comforting mask of sound. The water doesn’t roar noisily. It glides out, whisper-quiet from ridiculously expensive plumbing.

Personally, I prefer my bathroom with its loud exhaust fan.

I want to undress him. I would if we were normal. Instead, I wait for Trevor to direct me, to let me know what is acceptable to him this time around. It changes like quicksand beneath my feet if I’m not careful.

Trevor typically doesn’t like to be touched. It makes him uncomfortable. Emotional neglect has that kind of effect. Which is why it’s amazing that he reacts the way he does sexually. Trevor is all hugs, kisses, and caresses then. He isn’t afraid to touch anything with his hands, mouth, or cock.

My fingers curl. It’s difficult sometimes to be so passive when all I really want to do is shove him to the stone floor and have my wicked way with him.

“Come here.”

Finally! I stride over to him. I know my eyes have already told their bawdy tale. Trevor pulls me close and cups the back of my small head in his large hand. “Undress me, you dirty girl.”

I’m a dirty girl for now. Soon I’ll be a bitch or slut. I can’t wait.

I unknot his tie, rolling it carefully before placing it on the vanity behind him. It’s the only thing I allow myself to be patient with. His shirt buttons slip free while I arch up and press my mouth against his. I can’t be this close to him without kissing him. Trevor tastes delicious and I’m soon whimpering with dizzy delight. My hands shove his white shirt off his shoulders before yanking his undershirt over his head. Then I’m fumbling with his belt.

I can’t get Trevor naked fast enough.

I unbutton his slacks and push them past his narrow hips. My arm brushes against the firm bulge waiting for me. I sink my teeth into his plump lower lip as I cup him and squeeze.

Trevor groans and whispers, “Hurry.”

My time is running out. He’s going to take over soon. Trevor can’t be passive even when he’s supposed to be.


  • Need Me – Being Trevor’s Toy
  • Word Count: 12,000
  • Categories: Erotica Romance, Dark Love Stories, Ballerina D/S
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Yes, Mr. Collins ebook Release

Estimated reading time: 3 – 5 minutes

Hey Everyone! I’m popping in to announce my latest Charlotte DeCorte piece “Yes, Mr. Collins.” This is the first in a planned four-part vignette series.

(In case you’re worried that I’ve abandoned my Claudia work in favor of Charlotte, I’m adding the finishing touches to my next Claudia piece “Darling” so be on the lookout for that next. 🙂 )

Here’s the description for “Yes, Mr. Collins”:

“Take off your clothes Natasha.”

Natasha Reynolds has worked well under her brilliant yet demanding boss, Mr. Collins, for over a year. One night he accuses her of making a mistake and their dynamics take a dark but erotic turn. When Mr. Collins confesses to seeing Natasha as his prey she is forced to admit her submissive side can no longer be completely confined to their working relationship. Just how well will this bunny survive being a wolf’s carnal plaything?

***This novella contains spanking and light bondage, along with dominance and submission themes. It is meant for adults who enjoy reading about unconventional relationships.***


“Mr. Collins, bunnies don’t have fangs.”

“I say you do. Don’t be shy. I happen to like your fangs.” He rubbed her hair between thumb and forefinger, seemingly enjoying the inky color and soft texture. “If I wanted a spiritless pet I could go downstairs and find one right now. I don’t want that.”

“You want me to defy you then?”

“No.” Mr. Collins tightened his fingers and tugged her hair sharply. “Defy me and I’ll wear my hand out on your backside. I command. You obey.”

Natasha’s heart jumped into her throat. Trepidation danced along her spine but curiosity played on the strings of her imagination.

He’ll spank me? I haven’t been spanked since I was seven. I wouldn’t like it. I’m sure I wouldn’t. . .well, maybe?

“Then what do you want from me?”

“Your days here will be mine, of course. I will also want four nights out of the week. This will leave you three nights to spend as you please—as long as your activities please me.”

I go to school three nights a week. I’m sure he already knows since he never asks me to stay late on those nights. I better make sure.

“Meaning what, Mr. Collins?”

“Meaning I do not share. See someone else and this is over. Understood?”

His ferocity caused her to squeak, “Yes, Sir.”

Okay. I guess school isn’t what he means. I never would’ve pictured Mr. Collins to be the jealous type. He’d have to care about someone to feel jealous over them, wouldn’t he?

“Good. Continue as you are, Natasha. Continue to match me, to push yourself to keep up with me, and we’ll get along beautifully.”

She closed her eyes, overwhelmed and giddy by their change in relationship. “I don’t want to anger you, Sir, but I don’t know if I can do this.”


  • Yes, Mr. Collins by Charlotte DeCorte
  • Word count: 10,000 (approximate)
  • Categories: Dark erotica, literary erotica, office erotica
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  • $3.99


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Cry for Me ebook Release

Estimated reading time: 3 – 4 minutes

Ava is emotionally complicated. Sevastian is emotionally repressed. To ease the burdens of their high-stress lives, they like to play violent dominance and submission games. However, one night things go too far. How will Ava and Sevastian come to terms with the dark knowledge that it’s not all just fun and games but a new way of life?

Okay, I’m a little (a lot) nervous about releasing my first erotic piece, written under the pen name of Charlotte DeCorte, that has no paranormal events or psychotic characters. 😉 However, regardless of whether I’m writing as Claudia or Charlotte you know I’m going to have to go dark.

This novella contains violent sex, spanking, light bondage, along with dominance and submission themes. It is meant for adults who enjoy reading about unconventional relationships.


She settled herself over him, perversely frustrated when Sevastian laid his hands high on her back and away from her sore bottom.

His voice gentled from the sneering tone of before. “If you keep crying I won’t make you feel good. You want to feel good now, don’t you?”

Ava nodded, thrilled to know of the comfort awaiting her, yet dissatisfied. Guilt gnawed at the edges of her contentment. Their interactions were all grounded in glorious order.

Punishment first. Pleasure second. Peace third.

Ava’s need had become their ritual, a sacrament for all things to be measured by. What was dirty could become clean. Tranquility made out of overwhelming chaos and emptiness filled.

So why did she want to break their sacred array? Why did she want more?  Why was she plotting a way to stay in the first column longer?

Sevastian’s hand pulled Ava down by putting firm pressure on her neck. “Kiss me, my filthy girl. Kiss me and make it better.”

She pressed her open mouth against his. Sevastian tasted of all things wonderfully familiar yet delightfully strange. He was the same man she had been sleeping with for almost two years but different. Play relaxed him, made Sevastian into someone he could never be outside of this room.

Cruel without conscience.

Petty without reasoning.

Happy without boundaries.

Perfect without pressure.

“Open your legs wider. Good girl.”


  • Cry for Me by Charlotte DeCorte
  • Word count: 13,000 (approximate)
  • Categories: Dark erotica, literary erotica, psychological erotica
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  • $3.99


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Cry for Me Snippet

Estimated reading time: 2 – 3 minutes

Hey everyone!

I’m coming out of my cozy, little office to share a snippet from a new short story I’ve been working on as Charlotte, “Cry for Me.”

I’m still working on “My Love Forgive” but I needed to take a little break in order to get my head straight. Cryptic, I know. 😉

Anyway, here’s a preview:

Sevastian always made it a habit to never fuck his woman while she cried.

The simple answer was because he enjoyed creating her precious tears.

The complex answer as to why he enjoyed it had yet to be fully solved.

Sevastian studied each perfect tear as it rolled down Ava’s reddened face. Hypnotized and obsessed, he crouched down before her as she sobbed from their latest round of play.

This time she was the poor, ravished maid and he the selfish, despotic aristocrat.

Others had seen them as innocent schoolgirl and hard taskmaster, adoring nurse and arrogant doctor, lady of the manor and faithful butler, and a hundred exciting different personalities.

Sevastian craved her total surrender. He needed to watch Ava lose control. Only when she screamed, when her lovely face scrunched up into a nearly unrecognizable mask of misery, did he feel something almost as blissful as Ava’s exquisite suffering.


Sevastian, the son of Russian immigrants, had never known this delicate perversion existed inside his cold, orderly mind. Excellence, hard work, and efficiency had been the guiding forces in his structured life since time memorial. Sexuality had naturally fallen right in line. Sevastian fucked the way he worked—intent yet removed, satisfied only by accomplishment.

Then he met Ava. Lovely, glorious, ridiculously emotionally-complicated Ava.

Ava who cried at his command.

Ava who cried as he beat her tender backside with a riding crop.

Ava who cried at his feet just to feel again.

Unable to resist another moment, Sevastian leaned forward to kiss one blessed tear. It tasted of all things forbidden and wondrous.

The plan is to make this a 5,000 to 7,000 word erotic piece. If this goes well, I already have two more shorts that follow this couple mentally sketched out. Hopefully, I’ll have this up by the end of June. *crossing fingers*

My Love Forgive Inspiration & Snippet

Estimated reading time: 2 – 4 minutes

Hello, Darling Angst Junkies!

My laptop has been down for the past month. *sob* I recently was able to access my hard drive so I’m back on writing “My Love Forgive.” I definitely have lost about a month’s worth of time so I’m working hard to counteract that.

Anyway, I wanted to share this awesome cover of Depeche Mode’s “It’s No Good” by The Dreaming. If you’ve followed me long enough you’ll know how much I love Depeche Mode and Stabbing Westward. Unfortunately, Stabbing Westward has been disbanded. Fortunately, the lead singer of SW fronts The Dreaming.

I think this cover is angry, sexy, and absolutely perfect to give me inspiration to write some difficult scenes between Gabriel and Risa.

So I’m here to share the video and a snippet from “My Love Forgive.” I hope you enjoy them both!




He turned his attention away from her and finished her breakfast.

Risa looked at his peaceful profile and saw how completely he had banished her from his thoughts. She sniffled. Her eyes itched and her mouth turned in on itself. Pain clawed away inside her chest, demanding it be let out in a torrent of tears and curses.

She took a step backwards. Gabriel continued the civilized motions of eating breakfast. Risa repeated her actions until she stood within the doorway. He merely speared a fluffy cloud of scrambled eggs.

Abandonment swelled. Images sped across her mind’s eye. Gabriel’s love morphed into a taunt plied by a very cruel man. Risa’s throat warbled something to finally catch his attention.

“What did you say?”

“You heard me.”

He stood up. Risa whirled about into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. Her fingers caught the knob and turned the lock. She climbed up into the bed, drew her knees up, and stared at the closed door.


Muffled only slightly by the thin barrier, Gabriel’s crisp, calm voice thrummed her rebellion. She settled her chin onto her left knee while wrapping her arms around her legs.

“Answer me.”

Risa shook her head.

“I am going to give you 30 seconds to open this door of your own will.”

She shrugged her shoulders.

The seconds sucked by with bog-like suffocation. A click later and then Gabriel stood in the doorway, framed and backlit with menacing intensity.

“Would you care to repeat what you said out there?”

2011 Writing Goals for CDC & Charlotte

Estimated reading time: 3 – 5 minutes

Original Photo Credit: Billy Alexander

I recently had a very nice e-mail asking me on my WIP progress which in turn inspired this post. (Thanks, Paola!)

Here’s what I have shaking, so far, for 2011:

Claudia D. Christian:

  1. Devil’s Descent II: impure: Final edits are chugging along. I’d like to have this out late March/early April. It’s difficult to say because once it’s out it’s out. (Yes, I’m being a total wussy.)
  2. Grim Alice: I really, really want to have this book done and out by the end of 2011. You have no idea how much I love this book. I get sucked into this mad, mad world and find I don’t want to do anything else other than visit. (Which is probably why I haven’t worked on it for months.)
  3. Vicious Bliss: broken: Ditto for VBB. It’s been almost seven years since I wrote VBF. (Damn!) I’ve been very wary of working on this one. (Do you see a pattern here? 😉 ) I love Mikhail and all his many, many imperfections. Seriously, this man is so hated by many VBF readers and I can’t blame them. Still, I love him and must get this book written.
  4. Anna & Christian (Working Title): A novella-size dark romance that I previewed back in December. I’m aiming for about 30k words but don’t hold me to that. This will be in the works after DDII & My Love Forgive are released.
  5. Suicide/Love: A print version of Suicide Doll and Love Unfortunate combined into one book. (I would definitely like to do one novella-combo a year.)
  6. Devil’s Descent I: purgatory: Release print version in 2011.
  7. Vicious Bliss: fallen (2010 Edition): Release print version in 2011.

Charlotte DeCorte

  1. My Love Forgive: This is probably going to be a 40K +/- novella. The dark romance is absolutely here. The erotica is stronger than what I usually write as CDC. The mindfuck is present. It’s quickly becoming an uncomfortable work to write which goes to show it’s probably moving along in the right direction. I’m also toying around with this being part of a non-related series tentatively titled “Prisoner of Love.” Right now I want to explore love under duress, captivated love, and all that disturbing yummy goodness.
  2. Trunk (Working Title): This was a CDC piece, my only non-paranormal one, and I think it’s going to work better as a Charlotte piece. This would also be part of the “Prisoner of Love” series.
  3. Untitled: As I like to do everything in odd numbers this work would be the last in the “Prisoner of Love” series. No idea what’s going to be but I’m sure it’s going to be completely unconventional, scary, and strangely arousing. You already know I’m strange, right? I hope? 🙂

That’s all that I have planned for now. A super busy year is ahead of me, huh? Hopefully, I’ll also make room for submitting to anthologies this year too—especially since I had so much fun with Hearteater. (One of my goals this year if the right opportunity comes up and inspiration is kind.)

Now that I’ve announced this I can’t back out, right? *heart beating a bit faster*

My Love Forgive Snippet

Estimated reading time: 2 – 2 minutes

Hey Angst Junkies!

I’m dropping in to post a little snippet from my first Charlotte DeCorte piece entitled, “My Love Forgive.” It’s a little rough around the edges but it gives you hint of what I’m working on.

Why didn’t I see this for what it was? Because it was exciting and gave me everything I thought I wanted.

Risa walked back into the bedroom. Her attention flicked over to the beautiful man sleeping in the middle of the king-sized mattress. Her heart squeezed so sharply in obsessive need Risa wasn’t sure if she’d be able to breathe without feeling it always.

You can do this. Just focus on what you have to do right now.

Risa picked up her clothes from the end of Gabriel’s dresser and undid the neat stack one piece at a time. Calmly she dressed, putting on underclothing, jeans, and sweater as if it were any other time—as if she weren’t dying inside. Once finished, Risa had to plant her feet to keep herself from trailing back to Gabriel’s side.

No. I walk out before he gets a chance to throw me out. That way I walk out of here with at least some kind of dignity.

Dignity may have been on her mind but confrontation wasn’t. Risa crept out of the bedroom and quietly closed the door behind her. She made it across the small living room and to the entryway when she heard him call her.

Gabriel stood a few feet away, naked and intimidating. He repeated her name.


“Take off your clothes and get into bed. Now.”

She took a step back, mindful of the very real rage she sensed behind his smooth expression and soft tone.

Who’s Charlotte?

Estimated reading time: 2 – 3 minutes

Hello! I hope everyone had an awesome December. Mine was a study of extremes but I survived! Yay! 🙂

Anyway, I’m dropping in to talk a bit about erotica and the lack in Claudia D. Christian. I strive to write unconventional love stories that are sad and erotic, but seem to really take a shining towards the psychological impact bad relationships seem to have.

I always intend to have a healthy dose of erotica in my work but it rarely turns out that way. The stories like to play coy and let you peek inside the self-destructive nest where bed play happens but not much more than that.

Well damnit! I want to do more than peek!

After much consideration I believe I pinpointed why I couldn’t fit more erotic elements in my work. It was Claudia’s fault.

(This is where you go, “Huh?”)

My work as Claudia is dark, psychological, niche, and paranormal. It is what it is.

Every time I’d start something with the intention of erotic, it would morph into something else. That something else being paranormal, mind-fuck, rinse, repeat.

So I took the plunge and adopted another pen name for an erotic novella I’m working on: Charlotte DeCorte. I’m still rocking the CDC so yay!

Using this pen name I’ve found the erotic aspects are much easier to write. However, I’ve come across an issue that shouldn’t surprise me—Claudia’s still very much influential. What does this mean?

My current Charlotte novella is erotic but also an unconventional love story/mind-fuck! Damn! I can’t win for losing. 😉 The funny thing is I keep reminding myself that I need to make sure THIS story has a happy ending.

Not a happy ending several years down the road or a happy ending if you cross your eyes and squint at the screen.

A clear-cut, happy ending is a must for Charlotte.

Now the question for me is how am I going to get there when the main character is chained to her lover’s bed against her will?