About: Coming Together:

August 28, 2008

Celebrate the Diversity of Desire
with
Coming Together
and
Phaze Books

Cincinnati, OH

– The latest in the critically acclaimed Coming Together anthology series, Coming Together: At Last, will debut in January 2009 from Phaze Books. Due to the overwhelming number and quality of the submissions, it was decided that two volumes of this title would be published simultaneously, both containing the stirring Introduction penned by New York Times bestselling author, L.A. Banks. A complete list of the contents can now be found online at the Coming Together website: www.eroticanthology.com/atlast.htm.

The release of these collections of interracial erotic fiction and poetry will coincide with the celebration of the birth of one of history's most passionate proponents for human rights and equality, Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., and it is from his famous speech given forty-five years ago on this day that the title words "At Last" are taken. Accordingly, proceeds from sales will benefit Amnesty International.

Having published four of the nine currently available titles in the charitable anthology series, Phaze Books is now poised to release its fifth and sixth. The diverse collections of erotic fiction and poetry feature the work of many well-known authors in addition to fresh new voices in the genre. Previous Phaze titles in the series include

Coming Together: For the Cure, Coming Together: Under Fire, Coming Together: Special Hurricane Relief Edition, and Coming Together: With Pride. Each is available in both ebook and print from all major online booksellers.

All proceeds from the sales of Coming Together publications are donated to charity, with the authors and its EPPIE Award-winning editor, Alessia Brio, donating their time and talents.

Coming Together anthologies have received many accolades including the 2008 Next Generation Indie Book Award for Erotica as well as Top Pick and four star reviews from the romance industry's premier publication: Romantic Times BOOKreviews Magazine. In its most recent review, Romantic Times favorably compared the series to Susie Bright's Best American Erotica series. In addition, the organization was a finalist for the Electronic Published Internet Connection's 2008 Friend of ePublishing Award for what Ms. Brio has termed "erotic altruism."

Phaze Books, the erotic imprint of Mundania Press LLC, is one of the fastest growing and most recognizable publishers in an exploding genre. Its unprecedented support for Coming Together, a voluntary nonprofit association, puts Phaze on the cutting edge of philanthropy in the publishing industry, a commitment that will continue with its upcoming releases in the series.

Coming Together: Against the Odds will have a mystery theme and will benefit Autism Speaks, while Coming Together: Into the Light will include stories about the revelation of secrets and will benefit V-Day. Both are currently open for submissions and will see publication in the coming year.

For more information about Coming Together, visit www.EroticAnthology.com or email editor Alessia Brio at alessia@eroticanthology.com.

For more information about Phaze Books, visit www.PHAZE.com or contact Promotions Manager Crystal B. Bright at crystal@PHAZE.com

Coming Aug.25th, Vertical Tease

Vertical Tease
Author: Jude Mason
Genre: BDSM, femdom
Publisher: Phaze http://www.phaze.com/
Release date: August 25. 2008

Blurb:

Happily married, Carl Jackson has a secret, one he's never found the courage to share with anyone, especially his wife. Fearful she'll leave him if she finds out, he locates a Lady via the internet, who is exactly what he's looking for. When his wife supposedly goes to visit her mother, he coaxes Lady Jasmine, into seeing him.

Once the door opens, it's too late to back out. Instead of the simple meeting, he assumes is about to take place, he wakes bound to the wall, exactly how he fantasizes.

Excerpt:

That was two weeks ago. Two weeks of his wife flying out to visit her mother in the next state, two weeks of frozen dinners and late nights of fantasizing. He sent Lady Jasmine a check, an installment on their first session, as she called it. He was careful not to masturbate, at her direction, but each evening he surfed the Internet, valiantly searching for the most arousing, degrading porn he could find, also at her direction. He trembled with lust. For hours each day, the front of his slacks tented, showing his erection and a spreading stain of darker material where he leaked at an alarming rate. The closer it came to their meeting, the more he trembled and the longer his erections plagued him.

The night before, excitement and a nagging case of blue balls kept him awake. The next morning, he took an extra long time preparing. He shaved his face carefully, trimmed his sideburns and clipped his nails. He wanted to make the very best impression he could. He pulled on the brand new black thong, knowing she wouldn't see it, but also dreaming about her tormenting him while he slid the elastic into place. It was a good thing the pouch stretched, or he'd never have been able to cover himself. She'd said a white shirt, and he pulled one on. His hands shook so much, he fumbled for nearly five minutes with the buttons. His slacks were almost as much trouble as the shirt. His prick throbbed and his balls ached; getting his slacks zipped and buttoned took forever.

Finally, shoes shined, nails clean and filed, breath freshened by three brushings and two garglings, he stood at her door—trembling like a school boy on his first date. It was a large white house in an exclusive area of the city. His bladder felt full, although he knew it couldn't be. He took a deep, shuddering breath and reached for the doorbell. With his finger poised over the small white button, he wondered for an instant if he should, if he dared. Then it was too late; his finger jabbed down, the bell rang, and he jerked his hand to his side.

He waited, scarcely able to get a breath. Would she answer, or leave him standing there like some unwanted relative, ignored, laughed at? He shifted his feet. Sweat trickled down his sides, and he willed it to stop.

Footsteps approached from inside. The click, click, click of heels on hardwood got closer. He stopped breathing and waited, eyes fastened on the door knob. It turned and the door swung inward slowly.

"Carl," said the most amazing looking woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Tall, almost as tall as his six feet, she was slender but had curves in all the right places. The full-length, black, leather dress hugged her like a second skin from shoulders to knees. She'd piled her dark hair on top of her head and her make-up was striking. The wine glass she held was half full of amber liquid. She posed, regally, a hand on the door and a look of disdain on her face.

He shifted nervously again and replied, "Yes Ma'am, Lady Jasmine, I'm Carl." His voice sounded gruff, as if he hadn't spoken for awhile.
"Last chance," she said sneering at him. "You're sure you want to come in? Now's your last chance to leave. You come in, and you obey my rules. All of them"

Carl's heart picked up its pace. He clenched his fists to keep from grabbing himself. "I'm sure. I can't turn back now."

She stepped aside, allowing him in.

His knees shook, but he made it in without stumbling.

Lady Jasmine remained where she was, forcing him to bend and remove his shoes while trapped very close to her. Her scent intoxicated him—a sweet, musky aroma that made him light-headed. He straightened up, and for a moment, dared to look into the eyes of the woman he'd been dying to meet for as long as he could remember. He wanted to say something, explain how excited he was, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out but air.

She pushed the door closed and turned her back on him. "Follow me—on your hands and knees."

It was now or never. After an instant of heart-stopping wonder, he dropped to his knees. He crawled forward, incredibly aware of how tight the thong's strap was and how it cut into the crease of his ass; how his cock and balls were squeezed. He eased his knees a little wider apart and hurried to keep up with his hostess. Her scent thickened and his vision blurred.

He remembered very little after that until he regained his senses, held tightly against the wall.

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*Jude Mason - Come, explore with me…if you dare*
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Yes, Ma'am is in the bookstore!!

All righty, I'm in seventh heaven right now so you'll have to forgive any mistakes I make in spelling or grammar. Hell this may not make sense at all but I had to share. A week ago, I dug up all my courage and went into our local bookstore to see if I could have Yes, Ma'am on their shelves. Well, the woman, a lovely lady by the name of Pirkko, explained that because it's what's called print on demand she'd have to have her daughter read it first and they might take one for their shelves. I left a copy with her and have been waiting, impatiently. I just got her call. THEY WANT IT! Not only do they want it, they want more copies. Whoo hooo! I'm going to have to order more books, which is no biggie, but I honestly had no idea if they'd even take the one I left. I'm so thrilled.


Oh and I also heard from Alessia Brio this morning about the story I'd submitted, Island of Fantasies, for their charity relief book Coming Together: At Last has been accepted. All proceeds of this book go to benefit Amnesty International. I won't see anything from this book monetarily, but it's an amazing benefit and I'm thrilled to be included in the book.


I am now going to go make myself a cup of coffee and try to get my feet back on the ground.


Hugs
Jude