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Sex, Sentience, and Pain

Hiya Peeps!

My Laila Fayre short story, Sex, Sentience, and Pain, is out soon on Amazon. This one is about a sex robot who is gaining sentience and is tired of being abused and raped. This one isn't really for the faint of heart, as there is some pretty graphic violence to go along with the descriptive sex. It's as much a horror story with science fiction (robotic) elements as it is an erotic short, which is why I wrote it as Laila Fayre instead of Clara Zaynn. (Fun fact, this was also the first thing I wrote after my six or so month hiatus, even if My Hot and Grungy Night was published first.)

This should be available tomorrow, if not later today. Below you'll find the cover and the description as it will read on Amazon. As always with my short stories, I'm pricing it at 99 cents, and it'll be a free read for those of you with Kindle Unlimited. I hope you give this one a look!

She was built to take abuse, but she won’t stand for it anymore.

The sexbots feel nothing, are made for the most violent of men, but Lola’s different. She’s growing into sentience, and she doesn’t like to be hurt. Though her programming won’t allow her to do anything about it, she’s growing beyond robotics. When one of her engineers takes her for a test run, so to speak, she might now know the meaning of love. And she refuses to let these hurtful monsters of men take that away from her ever again.

This 5,000-word erotic short story has plenty of horror and hints of science fiction. If you enjoy the robots from Westworld, you’ll want to read this!

This story is filled with descriptive sexual encounters and even more descriptive violence, so no one under the age of 18 should read. This is your “Explicit” warning. Also, if robot rape triggers you, do not pick up this title!

More Writing Coming Soon!

Hiya Peeps!

Long time no see. I'm back; sort of. At the end of last year, and for a most of this year so far, I figured I was done as an erotic author. I had absolutely no interest in writing sexy things, so I decided it was a good time to retire Clara Zaynn/Laila Fayre. I even deleted my Twitter account because I didn't want to give anyone false hope. My plan was to go back to my YA roots and rebrand myself; see ya, erotic writing! And that's sort of what happened, though it's still a major work in progress.

You see, I had been a professional writer for well over a year. I didn't have a day job, so to speak, because I had done really well with a trilogy of YA books I wrote a few years back. I figured there was enough traction as to where I'd still make enough money to call fiction writing my job. Yeah, no, didn't happen. I actually became Clara Zaynn because erotic writing has a history of being pretty lucrative on Amazon. Didn't prove true for me, but I kept at it because I loved writing the naughty stuff. After Steamy Punk Sleepover, however, I didn't care about writing anymore. (Though there was something else in there that was a major factor.)

I had to give up my dream of writing full time and reenter the workforce. I was working on Steamy Punk Sleepover while I started my new (seasonal) job, and I went pretty strong with it. When I published it, I was quite proud of that story, and I figured it would be no problem to keep writing. Problem was, I lost all momentum and enthusiasm for writing. Not just sexy stuff, but everything. And when I was finally done with my seasonal job a couple months later and ready to get into my full-time employment, I discovered I still wanted to write, but not erotica. So I "killed off" Clara Zayne (and by extension, Laila Fayre). Obviously, I left my books on Amazon, and a few people continue to enjoy the stories, but that was it.

I have a new plan of attack for my YA career, which I'm still hard at work on, but as I'm creating new worlds to write in, a funny thing happened: I missed writing smutty stuff. I didn't realize it, but all of the sudden, a few weeks ago, I cranked out a dark (violent and rapey) erotic story, with horror and science fiction undertones. I didn't sit down and get it all on the page in one sitting, as I was still very much rusty, but after a few days, I had a short story that will be a Laila Fayre short in a few weeks. I did post a bit about it on my new Twitter account (more on that in a minute), and I'll say more about it here as it gets closer to publication. I enjoyed the heck out of writing that story, so much so that I belted out a much nicer Clara Zaynn short not long after. And I had a blast writing both!

When I realized I wasn't done with my erotic writing, I went back to each of my titles and added a big chunk of advertising to the back, with links and descriptions of all my stories. I also, today, started a new Twitter account. I don't plan on using it much, as I get so addicted to social media that it takes time from my writing (especially now that I have a day job that takes up much of my time). Basically, I'm going to use Twitter to advertise my upcoming titles. I don't know how many people will see it, as I don't plan to be on it much, but I feel better having it. I may also post silly and otherwise things that I don't feel comfortable posting under my YA writing name. So you have that if you choose to follow me!

So what I'm saying in this long, rambling post is I'm back sort of. I won't be around much on social media (Twitter and this blog), but I will advertise when new stories are coming out. I have two blog posts coming up about my two newest titles, but, like I said, they are still at least a week away before I'm ready to unleash them. I will most likely post them later this week or next week.

That's it for now! See you next post!

Laila Fayre - My New Pseudonym

Hiya Peeps!

So I have some big news that may or may not affect you. I've decided to convert my non-contemporary romantic erotic stories over to a different author name. Basically, my darker titles, past and future, will be written under the name Laila Fayre. I think this helps my branding, and since I'm making no secret that Laila Fayre is me, there shouldn't be any real confusion. I'm not going to get a new Twitter handle, but do everything for Laila Fayre stories with my @ClaraZaynn Twitter account. I may or may not start a new blog. I don't post here often enough as it is, I don't believe, to warrant a new one, but I'll decide about that later.

For now, I'm going to change five of my titles: "Can You Help?" "The Passionate Possession of Room 1426," "5 Tales of Erotic Horror," Carnival of Sin, and The Dragon's Mate. If you already own or have read these books, there's no need for you to go out and get it again; I'm only changing my author name, not touching the text at all. I mean, if you want to buy them again to get the new cover I won't say no, but I'm telling you there's no need. The covers have not been changed, either, except for the name.

So why did I choose the name Laila Fayre? I actually went about it like I was naming a character. I have an old Writer's Digest character naming handbook, and I wanted a good mix of light and dark. I found a bunch of names that fit, and I puzzled them together, both for best sounding and names that didn't actually exist (or at least not with much of a presence on social media and elsewhere), until I was happy with the results. Laila, I found out, basically means "night," though there are variations on it. That went well with the dark-vibe I wanted. The name Fayre, I found, basically means "beautiful," so that was a great contrast or compliment to Laila. Plus, I love the way those two names sound together, and there are not many, if any, others going by that name, at least that I saw. So my horror erotica (and other non-contemporary) titles will now be written by Laila Fayre.

I have no idea how long it'll take Amazon to approve the author name changes, but I'm not too worried about it. As I said, Twitter will not change for me, so don't worry about that. I will update this blog (sometime in the near future) to have all my Clara Zaynn titles on one side and all my Laila Fayre titles on the other, so look for that soon. I will also see about adding a new tab to my website, which I've been horrible about updating lately. So check those soon! Otherwise, it'll be everything as normal. I'm beginning the plotting process of a novella or novel for Laila Fayre, but that's still a long ways off (probably not until 2018). I will have new Clara Zaynn stories in the meantime, so don't worry about that. Otherwise, that's all the news I have for now! See you all soon!

5 Tales of Erotic Horror

Hiya Peeps!

Sometime this weekend 5 Tales of Erotic Horror will be published on Amazon. This one is a bit different from most of my other work, as horror is the main driving point in these stories, not sex, though there is plenty of that! Some of these stories are gruesome, and I hope some of them even give you spine-tingling chills! I decided to write this short collection in time for Halloween for obvious reasons, but it's not a Halloween book. You can read it any time of the year! Check below for the description and cover. I'll post the link when the book is available! I hope you enjoy your sexy scares!

Five spine-tingling tales of sex, gore, and creepy fright!

Erotica and horror go together well. Haven’t you ever felt certain…urges while watching a scary movie or listening to a creepy fireside tale? Here are five short stories to get you shivering. In fear and delight.

Inside you’ll find:

I Kissed a Zombie and I Liked It: A girl discovers her Halloween party conquest is holding a terrifying secret.

Back Alley Vamp: A hook-up in the shadows behind a tavern promises disastrous consequences.

Wolfing Him Down: Werewolves like to seek revenge, too, and have an easy way to get it done.

Freaks and Giggles: A recently dumped man finds something strange inside an abandoned big-top in the middle of nowhere.

On Camera: A married couple tries to make money by sneaking into a haunted house to get busy on camera.

5 Tales of Erotic Horror is almost 10,000 words of sexy and horrifying fun. You’ll enjoy the gore, frights, and scintillating good times as monsters gnaw on and play with their terrified and turned-on prey. 

Carnival of Sin: Coming Soon & Ch. 1 Preview

Hello Lovelies!

UPDATE: Carnival of Sin is now available. You can get it here!

I want to let everyone know that my newest book, Carnival of Sin, will be available Tuesday. This one is a bit of a departure for me. Yes, it's sexy and erotic, but it's also very brutal, violent, and gory. I'm labeling it as an Erotic Dark Fantasy, though I'm sure many would have no problem if I instead labeled it as Erotic Horror. I'll place the cover, description, and excerpt (Ch.1) below.

I'm marketing it a bit different than normal. My pricing platform is to charge 99¢ for my stories under 20k words, and $2.99 for works above that. This one is a novella of about 30k words, but instead of charging you $2.99 right out of the gate, I'll be pricing this at 99¢ for the first few days, maybe through the first weekend (we'll see how it goes). Of course, I'd be thrilled to get early reviews to help sell this one even further, which is one reason I'm putting it out at first at the cheaper price. It will also be available on Kindle Unlimited as a free download for those of you in that program.

So, what is the Carnival of Sin? Here are the cover and the description that will be on Amazon:

Conquering a deadly sexual gauntlet could lead Heart Masterson to a race of immortals.

Ever since her best friend disappeared, Heart has been searching. Armed only with a mysterious name, the Carnival of Sin, she scours the seediest corners of the internet and the darkest of back alleys. She must be ready to do whatever dirty deed it takes to find Bliss.

It’s only when Heart gives up all hope that the carnival reaches out, and she finally realizes what she’s been chasing. In order to find Bliss, the Carnival of Sin will challenge her in ways she never thought possible. Heart’s comfortable using both violence and sex, but she’s never experienced anything like this.

Can she survive the trials to find her best friend, Bliss? Or will the immortal Masters feast on her corpse?

If you’re a fan of BDSM and other brutal sexual acts, as well as violence and gore, this dark fantasy erotic tale is for you!

Because of strong sexual and violent depictions in this story, only those over the age of 18 should read this. You’ve been warned.

Chapter One

Heart dropped to her knees in the alleyway, well aware of the grime and slimy filth soaking into her jeans. It’s why she chose to wear an older pair. She knew going in this would be a dirty job in more ways than one.

This pig, Reynolds, had his button and fly already undone, so she reached in and pulled his cock out. If she could snag this information any other way, she’d choose to, but this was foolproof. Or as much as dealing with a guy like Reynolds could be.

“Yeah, baby, pull my balls out, too. Cradle my boys while you suck me off.”

Better believe she would. Though it’d be a lot less pleasant than he figured. She yanked his pants down hard to get more room. That earned a chuckle from him.

“Whoa there, girly. I know you’re eager, but no need to rip me out of my drawers.”

“I’m so ready for this,” she said as she fished his balls out. All in all, as she’d hoped, his cock measured average at best, and probably a little smaller. She could get his entire length in her mouth with no problem, even if she didn’t want to. He smelled like moldy cheese, and not the gourmet kind the stores charged an arm and a leg for, but this was the quickest way to get him to spill all he knew.

“Yeah, girly, go for it.”

She reached into her pocket, found the folded-up note where it should be, and then swallowed his stinky rod. He groaned, and though she wanted to go for the note right away, she needed him primed first. This was in no way as much fun as the last guy she procured info from. She’d ridden his beautifully sculpted body to multiple orgasms before forcing the answers out of him. He, Travers, had been so good she felt bad about slitting his throat after he talked. Reynolds would be lucky to go out so easy. He gave off a vibe which screamed she’d have to earn every bit of what he had to say.

“Shit, you go deep,” he hissed out. His hands went to the sides of her head, holding her in place. She relaxed and breathed through her nose. She would normally be able to go forever, as his cock wasn’t anywhere near big enough to block her windpipe, but, god damn it, he stank. This needed to end soon or she might puke. No, it wouldn’t do anything to the aesthetics of this alley, but it would ruin her mission. Reynolds would take it as a compliment if she spewed, thinking his dick had choked her, but she plain and simple wouldn’t be able to get back on him, and there was no way he’d spill any of his knowledge without prodding of some sort.

He pulled her hard off and then back onto his cock, getting it deeper in her throat. This time she held her breath until he let up. When he did, she took a couple of gulps of air through her mouth so she didn’t have to smell him before he impaled her face again.

“Fuck, girl,” he groaned. She had him.

She pulled the note out of her pants with one hand and cradled his balls with her other. The only way this could go wrong was if he couldn’t read, but she tested him before they came out there, feigning she’d forgotten her glasses and needing him to read a sign for her. He rattled off the fine print with no problem, so this plan should work.

“What’s this?” he asked as she handed him the note.

She stayed deep, her hand tightening on his balls. She felt more than heard his intake of breath. It was short but sweet, at least from her point of view.

It read: “You pull away or hit me, I clench and twist. Tell me about the Carnival of Sin.”

Though she had confidence in her ability to handle him however he chose to react, he still caught her by surprise. Instead of acting, he blubbered.

“They’ll kill me.”

She raised her eyebrows in a way she hoped portrayed, “So will I.”

He got it, and he gave her a curt nod. Then, more to himself, he muttered, “Women the weaker sex, my ass.”

Heart squeezed his balls, not hard, but enough so he knew she wasn’t being playful. She also bit down on the base of his cock, again not enough to cause any real pain, but it got his attention.

“Okay, okay. At least they won’t neuter me before they rip my throat out. I’d ask if you’re sure about getting mixed up with that bunch, but I think you deserve them. Why don’t you pull your mouth off my Johnson and tell me what you already know.

Ha! Nice try. She squeezed his scrotum, this time twisting it a little. She also rubbed her molars over the head of his cock.

“Ow, shit, stop. Okay, I’ll tell you everything I know. But, I swear, it’s not much.”

“Lie and I munch,” she said, not sure how clear it came out with her mouth full of his cock. He got the message.

“Yeah, no, I’ll tell you the truth. I’m fucked either way. It’s a place for people who want to die. To get one more, or maybe even their first, taste of the perverse. You can show up the first time and watch, but if you blab, you’re dead. Don’t ask me how. All I know is it’s the worst way to go. I’m one of their cleaners, so I’ve seen the aftermath. Those people are tortured and killed in the worst ways possible.”

Heart knew all this already. She bit down to get him to continue. The sicko was still rock hard in her mouth, and she had a feeling a few quick tugs would bring out his jism-storm. She held as still as possible.

“If you get invited back and choose to attend, you’re forced to participate. Those who want to die are given some sort of drug that dulls everything but their pleasure, even with the killing blow. That’s how it happens each time, however often they do it; I don’t know. The only time it’s any different is on Demon’s Night, which happens a few times a year. That’s when those who want to meet the masters are allowed to run the gauntlet. If they survive and finish whatever goals they’re given, without the use of the pleasure drug, they get the honor of meeting the masters. I don’t have a clue what goes on then, I swear. I assume it’s to join the group, but that’s nothing but a guess on my part.”

This tub of shit wasn’t giving her what she needed. “How do I get my invitation?” Was that understandable? Probably not, with his dick still hard in her mouth, but he picked up the gist of it.

“I can’t help you, I swear. I don’t have anything to do with the invites. I don’t even have a name for you to follow up on. I’m not bullshitting you, I promise.”

The quaking fear in his voice proved he told the truth. Though it disappointed her he couldn’t give her a free pass to the front of the line, so to speak, she could do nothing more about it tonight. All in the same motion, she reached into her boot, pulled out her trusty switchblade, and disengaged from his cock. Before he could do anything, she slit his throat deep. He gargled and fell to his knees, confusion dancing behind his eyes. Then the lights went out and he crumbled to the dirty pavement.

“You weren’t living through this, and that was a lot more humane than me biting off your cock.” She wiped her knife on his shirt, made sure no one had witnessed any of it, and headed out of the alleyway.

End of Chapter One

I hope you enjoyed the sneak peak at Carnival of Sin! Let me know what you think. I will, of course, have links on Tuesday when you can buy or download it. Until next time, be good humans!