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Grey
2015
E.L. James
Christian Grey exercises control in all things; his world is neat, disciplined, and utterly empty—until the day that Anastasia Steele falls into his office, in a tangle of shapely limbs and tumbling brown hair. He tries to forget her, but instead is swept up in a storm of emotion he cannot comprehend and cannot resist. Unlike any woman he has known before, shy, unworldly Ana seems to see right through him—past the business prodigy and the penthouse lifestyle to Christian’s cold, wounded heart. Will being with Ana dispel the horrors of his childhood that haunt Christian every night? Or will his dark sexual desires, his compulsion to control, and the self-loathing that fills his soul drive this girl away and destroy the fragile hope she offers him? See the world of Fifty Shades of Grey anew through the eyes of Christian Grey. In Christian's own words, and through his thoughts, reflections, and dreams, E L James offers a fresh perspective on the love story that has enthralled millions of readers around the world. This book is intended for mature audiences.
Kick
2014
C.D. Reiss
From USA Today Bestseller - CD Reiss Fiona Drazen, sex addict, submissive slave, celebutante, trapped in a mental ward until Dr. Elliot Chapman can help her remember why she's there. But once she does, she might not want to go home to the Master she tried to kill. \
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This is the first of a serial. It's about 120 pages and ends in a cliffhanger, because that's how I roll. There's also a ton of drug use, and educated men who like dirty sex, because that's also how I roll\
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This same exact story appeared in the banned BEND anthology.
Use
2014
C.D. Reiss
In the end, did I stab him to be free of him? And free to what? Fuck? Snort? Party? Or free to be normal? It was a very interesting situation, up there on Maundy,” Elliot said. “Nothing like it in the world. It’s a safe place for people like me.” “People like you? Can you be more specific?” He ran his finger on the edge of his blotter, and a chill went up my inner thighs. “People like me means, I don’t know. Fuckers. We fuck because it’s what we do. Bus drivers drive. Accountants account. Policemen police. I’m a fucker. I fuck.”