Much to my surprise, my latest erotic horror book, Daddy Longlegs, was featured on the Red Light Library podcast yesterday. If you aren’t familiar with Red Light Library, they select a hilarious-looking erotica book every week and review it. In some cases, mostly well-deserved, they mercilessly ridicule it. You can imagine my shock and horror when I found out that my book was chosen as the sole focus of their Halloween episode.
Lucky for me, this episode was mostly a graphic, blow-by-blow retelling of my book, where Gavin and Jackie share their admiration of its unexpected scariness, humor, and the odd and intricate details that make it so effective. They seem truly frightened and moved by this story, even when some of my trademark porn-trope silliness (read: cum beards) makes an appearance.
As an author, there is no greater joy than to hear a lively discussion of your work. To hear how much the readers appreciate particular sentences, characters, and details that spewed out of your crazy head and onto the digital page. To hear them speak lines of dialogue, in character. This is a new high point in my secret life as an erotica author.
The best part of all of this is that I found a great new podcast to listen to; I immediately listened to three other episodes and I’m hungry for more. This is a well-produced podcast with some talented and hilarious people behind the microphones. I highly recommend that you go check out the other episodes, after you listen to the one below. Please support their Patreon if you like what you hear.
Kate has a recurring nightmare. She calls him Daddy Longlegs.
Behold the cover for book 2 of 2 in Brixton’s 2017 Erotic Halloween Blowout!
Daddy Longlegs is, according to my wife/editor, the best thing I have ever written. I go deep with this book. The story is set where I grew up. It is based on a real nightmare and my experiences with lucid dreaming. While there is plenty of graphic sexual content, the relationship between vulnerable characters and their struggle to survive a phantasmagorical nemesis takes center stage.
Now, wiggle your toes.
Breathe through your nose.
Count your fingers.
Are you awake or are you in a dream?
Or is it a nightmare?
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Are you ready for another chilling, thrilling, semen-spilling tale of terror from Brixton Atwood? Well, that is what you are going to get. Behold the cover reveal for 1 of 2 (!!) books that I will be publishing for Halloween 2017. Synopsis below:
On Halloween Eve, a wealthy couple hosts an unusual competition at their secluded hilltop mansion. Three sexy college girls will do whatever it takes to win the cash prize, unearthing hidden motives and dark secrets along the way. From the authors of Haunted House of Ill Repute and Howlin’ At My Moon, prepare yourself for a shocking journey from the throes of ecstasy to the depths of hell.
Buy it here!
Cover Reveal! Girls Just Want to Have Cum is my latest work of smutty satire and it will be available April 4, 2017. This is the book that I have always wanted to write. I was able to download all of my knowledge of sleazy 1980’s VHS movies into a single, action-packed storyline. Ouija Board, lingerie parties, spandex dance wear, college girls showering together—this book has it all. Throw in some hardcore group sex and you can be sure you are getting the full Brixton Atwood experience.
If this book can achieve moderate success, I’m prepared to write the next volume in my Head Cleaners VHS Erotica series. I don’t want to spoil the surprise, but the next concept is a sci-fi action VHS wet dream. Please spread the word and help me expand this universe to its full potential!
Check out the trailer, featuring synthwave music composed by yours truly.
Welcome to the Haunted House of Ill Repute, where all of your fantasies and all of your nightmares come true. Heath and Megan thought it would be fun to visit a haunted mining town on Halloween. When they get into some car trouble and need to take refuge at a mysterious old house, there is a band of suspicious characters waiting for them with two extra spots at the dinner table. The young couple splits up to explore the house and get lost on their own personal journeys into temptation and terror.
With separate erotic encounters penned by Brixton and Vera Atwood, you’re getting double the pleasure in the latest book from the authors of BJ Bliss: An Oral Enterprise and Howlin’ At My Moon. This Halloween, enter the House of Ill Repute…if you dare!
I have always been a movie nerd. More specifically, B-movies, exploitation movies, and porn movies and this is because they are free from the shackles of polite society. This allows for bold risks and completely unhinged creativity that mainstream entertainment would never endorse. Erotica fulfills this very same role in the literary world. It is fertile ground for our darkest fantasies and our weirdest, wildest ideas.
Speaking of wild ideas, I am honored to share an interview with an erotica author that has no shortage of them. If you like your erotica paired with humor, superheros, monsters, southern gothic, and occasional yet excessive cockslappings then there is someone I am dying to introduce you to. Callie Press is the creator of the #smutpunk genre and I am determined to help you, the readers, understand her methods, her inspirations, and maybe just a little about her personal life.
Callie, without revealing too much about your identity, what can you tell us about the real Callie? Where you are from, your day job, your quest, your favorite color, etc.?
Behold the cover for my next book: Treasure Beach for Three. This will be my second book, after BJ Bliss: An Oral Enterprise. Unlike BJ Bliss, this is not a novel. It can be be read in a single sitting, if you so choose.
The “Award-Winning” seal on the cover is no joke. Treasure Beach for Three won second place in the Literotica April Fool’s erotic writing contest and I received a cash prize. The contest winners were decided by the readers and not a panel of judges, so I can assure you that this story is a crowd-pleaser.
Loads of sex and a surprise ending await you in this debaucherous tropical tale. Pop off those bikini tops and prepare to soak up the heat of Treasure Beach for Three. Buy for 99 cents!