Wednesday, November 19, 2014


REDEMPTION AND GLORY, that is. In print. Next Tuesday. It was released digitally in May, but I'm excited that the third book in my Passion and Punishment series will now be available for the person who likes her reading material in traditional format. Here’s what an RT Book Reviews reviewer had to say about REDEMPTION AND GLORY:

“There are big things going on in this small book, including a ménage, m/m and f/f trysts and lots of bondage, so readers won’t get bored when it comes to the dirty stuff…colorful scenes that might make even fans of erotic romance blush…”
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Whew! Doesn't that make you want to read REDEMPTION AND GLORY? Here’s the blurb:

Bored with all the groupies who provide him with anonymous sex, famous sculptor Adam accepts the offer to lurk behind a voyeur screen at his agent’s BDSM club. Watching the magnificent Mistress Glory in action, Adam is so smitten that he can’t decide if he wants to tame her or kneel before her.

When Davinia helps her business partner Mercy at a book signing, a magazine’s “Most Eligible Bachelor” - the man of her wet dreams - comes by to help publicize the event. Instant lust turns to chagrin when he addresses her as Mistress Glory.

As the two novices to Dominance and submission explore what turns them on in this exciting new world, the journey takes explosive twists and turns. Add the sexy agent and his slave, and anything can - and does - happen.
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Here’s a red-hot excerpt to whet your appetite for REDEMPTION AND GLORY. Davinia (Vinnie) is tied back to back with a female slave and is getting her first taste of being a submissive with the help of Adam and two Doms:

A sensation somewhere along the continuum between smooth strokes and fingernail scratches crawled across the back of her neck. She hadn’t even been aware of the hand pulling her head forward, her hair to one side, but now she shivered as the feeling moved up and down one arm, across her silk blouse and over the curves of her upper breasts. She looked down to see Sandor wielding a gadget the length of a dinner fork, at the end of which was a small, spiked wheel.

“How does that feel?” he murmured.



“Please. What is it?”

The sensation intensified, as if more pressure was being applied by whatever instrument was causing mini-explosions in its wake. “Wartenberg wheel.”

Vaguely she remembered seeing one of the implements that doctors used to test patient reflexes and asking its name. It felt exquisitely decadent as Sandor rolled it with increasing pressure over her silk-clad breasts, down her belly and around her hips.

A large hand grabbed a fistful of her hair, arching her neck to one side. Vinnie’s gaze lifted to—Adam! He nuzzled her temple, kissed the tip of her nose, stroked her cheek with a knuckle, all the while pressing his humongous erection into her hip.

Vinnie sighed. This she could understand. The illicit thrill of being aroused without being able to respond. The blatantly sexual kick of the wheel skirting her nipples while roaming at will over her body. Of Adam kissing and teasing her, of the feel of naked skin under her fingertips. Of Jonathan’s low, soft voice promising obscene sexual actions ostensibly to his slave but reaching Vinnie’s ears and, yes, her pussy as well.

“Adam,” said Jonathan in that same low, seductive voice, “unbutton Davinia’s top. She needs to feel the wheel on skin, not through some heavy piece of fabric.”

Still fisting her curls in his grip, Adam managed one-handed to open the garment, revealing an underwire bra of almost sheer ecru lace. The gasp he was unable to hide went straight to her pussy. She hoped he wouldn’t be directed to remove her slacks, or he’d encounter an extremely wet thong.

Adam worked the blouse halfway off her shoulders, pulled the tails out from under rope and waistband, and tucked the material as far back as he could manage.

Then—yes!—he pasted his hard cock against her again, rubbing it up and down her hip while his teeth grazed the exposed column of her throat. Sandor played the wheel over her nipples, which had hardened almost unbearably. Between them they were driving her crazy. She felt her hips begin to undulate in response.

“Davinia!” Jonathan’s voice snapped. “Stop twitching. Do. Not. Move.”

She took a deep breath and steadied herself. Remember. Right now you’re a sub.

“Now the trousers.”

Oh god.
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You can purchase the print version of REDEMPTION AND GLORY starting Tuesday, November 25, at Ellora’s Cave and soon thereafter from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other online retailers who sell print books. If you want to order it at your local bookstore, here's the ISBN: 1978419971358.

Happy reading!

~~ Cris Anson

Wednesday, October 22, 2014


Here's a pictorial of some of the events from Ellora's Cave's Romanticon 2014. It was a smaller crowd than last year, but that made it easier to meet and greet, and I made some great new friends. Please note: all these photos are Copyright 2014 by Cris Anson. Please don't reproduce them without permission.

Larger-than-life photos of our Cavemen in the grand hallway leading to the ballroom.
Registration desk with volunteer Diane, EC authors Erin Simone and Kathy Kulig, and of course, Mr. Kathy (Joe).
Juliane Keller with Caveman CJ standing at his poster, and Laura Topaz in her skull-print corset.

Caveman Taylor leading an early-morning lesson in line dancing.
Dalton Diaz practicing her lap-dancing skills, as taught by Cleveland Exotic Dance. 
Cris Anson doing likewise with Dee Brice as the unfortunate client. Dee is doing fine now, but those shiners are the result of a tumble she took even before the conference started. Her DH, Bud, hovered over her most of the weekend to be sure she didn't have a concussion. (Obviously she had one when she sat still for my shenanigan!)
Our intrepid photographer, Eric David Battershell, photographed us all weekend long. Wonder how many shots he took! I'd love to have a camera like that.
Fun at the Open Photo Shoot with our choice of Cavemen. All these guys were terrific sports. Reader Jessica was enamored of Kelii's and DeAngelo's tattoos. Who can blame her? BTW, for anyone who didn't know, DeAngelo was 2014's reigning Alpha Caveman until the Saturday Awards Banquet.
I'm trying out my Dominatrix mode here. Think I nailed it? Thanks to Caveman Cisco for allowing me to practice on him. What a terrific dancer he turned out to be! Burned up the dance floor later. But then, all the Cavemen have the dance gene.
Conference guru and EC author Tara Nina with volunteer Jennifer whoop it up with Cavemen Cisco, Axl and DeAngelo (standing), with Kimo and Taylor kneeling in front.
Sat in on many fun workshops. Especially enlightening was "Women's Path to Pleasure" by Cleveland Exotic Dance guru Ms. Roxi, starting with a clinical description of our natural sexual apparatus and taking us through various sex toys and lubes and more. Caveman Kelii sat in and marveled at how much he had learned.

Here's a photo of a laugh-filled workshop that applied Mad Libs to excerpts from paranormal romances by (left to right) Lisa Carlisle, Lisa Fox, Cait Miller and Kathy Kulig.
And, of course, party time! Some images from the dance floor. Left: Mr. Kathy. Center: Those are tattoos, not stockings! Right: Reader Tina with Caveman Cisco.
Sitting between two new friends, readers Dawnmarie and Linda. Loved schmoozing with them!
Some of the authors signing at the Book Fair.
Lynne Barron and Trinity Blacio
Kathy Kulig and Cait Miller
Axl Goode and Dalton Diaz
Last but certainly not least, our newly crowned Alpha Caveman Taylor Cole...

...and Caveman Axl Goode. These two men gave us a most spectacular display of grace, athleticism and daredevilry on silks. It was a jaw-dropping performance which rightfully garnered a standing ovation. We all hope and pray that they remain safe after they had the misfortune of sitting next to the nurse who tested positive for Ebola after they made their way back to Dallas. If you haven't done so yet, you can donate to the GoFundMe site to help keep them solvent while they wait out their 21-day quarantine without a paycheck.

~~ Cris Anson, who owns the copyright to all the above photos

Tuesday, October 14, 2014


Rumors. Innuendos. Half-truths. Mud-slinging. Over the past months, too much of that type of thing has been bandied about over the Internet, and it has been repeated, embellished and chortled over. I feel it’s time for me to speak, having just returned from four wonderful days in Canton, Ohio, celebrating my publisher’s sixth annual conference and fourteenth year as a leading publisher of erotic romance.

The principals (and principles) of Ellora’s Cave have been vilified and smeared and their business has been reported as near bankruptcy. On Thursday, the first evening of Romanticon™, the majority of participants had already arrived and the She-E-O of Ellora’s Cave, Patricia Marks, addressed a jam-packed room of authors to set the record straight.

What I saw was a Chief Executive Officer who, like many other CEOs running companies in the United States of America, is using good business practices during an economic downturn to keep her company afloat. Yes, Ms. Marks admitted that EC has downsized. No, bankruptcy was never considered as an option. Yes, they are cutting back their expenses. Having survived three downsizings and been a casualty of a fourth during my 40 years in the business world, I can attest to downsizing as a viable strategy. It’s business, folks! 

I don’t feel it’s my place to report on other comments during an extraordinary ninety-minute Q&A with the CEO (I took copious notes, if anyone wants to ask me privately). But I will say this. Ms. Marks answered all our weighty questions without hesitation, with no waffling, no script and no prompting. I have complete faith in Ellora’s Cave and I will continue to allow this company to handle my intellectual properties. I believe they will emerge from this downtick, as they did a few years ago as regards Borders, leaner and meaner and eager to kick ass again.

When I wrote this I was going to finish by saying, “Here are some photos from Romanticon,” but I think what I’m saying is too important to divert attention. Stay tuned for a forthcoming blog on the conference itself.

~~ Cris Anson, Proud Ellora’s Cave Author