Tracey DeSanto ~ eXcessica author

I am delighted to announce that I am now a member of the eXcessica authors’ co-op. This is a huge step for me. After a year and a half of thrashing around in the self-publishing wilderness… I have found my cabin in the woods. 

eXcessica is the brainchild of the amazing Selena Kitt. She’s one of the most accomplished erotica authors in the business, and she is also a community-builder. I submitted my manuscript for  A Shamrock Shag, and Selena was generous enough to invite me into her ranks. I’ll be glowing for weeks.

The main thing you will notice, as a reader, is that my books will now be available on all the platforms. I will be re-publishing my existing library under the eXcessica imprint over the next month or two. eXcessica will distribute my books to AmazonAppleBarnes and Noble (Nook)BookstrandExcessicaExciticaGoogle PlayKobo, and Smashwords.

And they do all the work for me!

God, how I love them! Somebody pinch me!

This will leave me free to do less busywork and more writing. As my fellow co-op author, Lisabet, told me, “With Excessica, you can write what you want, publish it WHEN you want, get the cover you want… But the distribution is much smoother than with self-publishing.”

My new books will be published under the eXcessica banner. I’ll still be here on social media with my silliness, doing promotion and hanging with you all, but I hope to be wiser and more effective. My fellow eXcessica writers make up a friendly community. We share information and ideas. We all help to row our communal smut-boat through the choppy waters of e-publishing. We are a merry (if bawdy) crew.

So… 2017 is the year of settling into my new home at eXcessica and writing sequels to my most popular books. Be ready! They are coming! Here is the link to my new eXcessica edition of A Shamrock Shag to tide you over. It’s a sweet and smutty tale of how a girl and a leprechaun find love in the big city. I’m celebrating by offering a LOW discount price. If you haven’t read it yet, now’s the time. It’s the best 99 -cents you’ll ever spend for St. Patrick’s Day. Éirinn go Brách!

Also… here’s something new I’m trying. I made a playlist on Spotify to go with the book. Try it out. It’s kinda fun.

If you haven’t done it yet, please fill out the form on this page to join my mailing list. Also… keep checking this space for updates and free samples. I have a TON of smut a-coming!

Many thanks, gentle readers! Your support and generosity has helped me get to this fine new place.

 

Happy Holidays for #MM (Part I)

masturbation-monday-badge-small18 + Readers Only! This is my very special HOLIDAY  OFFERING for the Masturbation Monday Challenge from Kayla Lords! I am offering the first section of my new book, Flesh, Wine & Pine logs. The idea is to share a bit of hot and sassy smut that makes one tend towards self-love. I sincerely hope this does the trick for you! Click on the banner to visit Kayla’s great site to read all the free stories there.  

Flesh, Wine & Pine logs – A Holiday Menage has lots of sex in it, mostly straight, but kinda bi, and the last part is a rollicking Midwinter foursome. It will warm your cockles on a icy night and make you feel merry, indeed! Consider it Tracey DeSanto’s Holiday present to you all!

Without further ado… Yuletide Smut!


She walked the length of her bed-chamber, overheated. The dark stone walls reflected orange from the crackling fire in the hearth. Midwinter was nigh, and the Queen of Bohemia was cozy. Wensa wore only her woolen cloak, trimmed with ermine. She luxuriated in the sensation of it against her naked skin. Her drinking horn brimmed with hot wine, which she drank contentedly. The days were short now and feasting for St. Stephen’s Day was upon the Kingdom. All kept the season as best they could, and Bohemians were well able to make merry. Still…  some of her subjects, she knew, got along with less…

Wensa walked to the casement and swung the shutter open.  An icy breeze kissed her cheeks, but the festive flames warmed her bottom from behind, even through the robe. She exhaled a boozy plume of vapour into the winter air and surveyed her domain.  

A fat moon shone brightly. Lack of clouds made the night deadly cold, but the countryside glowed a magical blue from the moonlight on the snow. Past the castle walls, out beyond the village and across the farmlands, smoke rose from the chimneys of the revellers. Candlelight flickered in windows. In the distance she heard bagpipes, fiddles and laughter. Wensa smiled. There would be many cocks in cunts tonight. 

Her rickety old husband, King Wenceslas I, was off in the Holy Lands on a pilgrimage. That was fine by Wensa. There had been no steel in his sword for years. She shifted her hips and noticed the lonely sensation between her legs. 

The Queen cast her gaze farther, to the very edge of the cleared lands. Her eyes were sharp; she made out a lone man near the forest. He was gathering deadfall from the trees, which meant that firewood was in short supply. She knew him on sight. That  could only be Filip, the beet boy, who was no longer a boy. They had once been childhood friends (and so much more.) 

Wensa shivered, not from the weather, but from the warm memory of their times together at the edge of Bohemia. They had shared a common love of field, forest, and fucking, pleasing one another as was absolutely appropriate for those in their youth. Filip was not over-tall, but wide of shoulder and strong as an ox. Wensa was superb: pale and quick, curvaceous and kind. Her grandfather had been Druid to the Green Man, so she was royalty, of a sort, to the rustics. At the age of nineteen she was summoned  to become a young Queen for the old King in the castle, and one does not refuse that summons. She left her country life, and her beet boy, and became Royal.

Wensa chewed her lip. The lonely sensation twixt her thighs had fanned to hot flame as she recalled Filip’s sparking eyes and sinewy legs. She allowed the front of her robe to fall open. Winter breezes danced across her skin, lifting her broad nipples and fluttering her flaxen muff. She dragged her fingers through the fine hair at her cleft. She was as slippery as a trout in a spring stream. Finishing her wine in one long draught, she tossed the horn aside.

With a sensuous roll of her shoulders Wensa discarded her robe and let it fall.  She stood nude, illuminated by the Midwinter moon. Her alert eyes picked out Filip in the distance, gathering winter fuel. As she watched him, she explored her wetness, slipping her fingers along her slit, and then into herself. In her mind she was back in the forest, fifteen winters ago, laying with him. They had been clumsy and inexperienced, but eager and potent. 

She pulled on her nipples, remembering her rough and rutty treatment at the hands of her beet boy, years ago. Pleasure flashed from her breasts to her cunt, and back. Wensa’s skin bloomed from white to pink as she fingered herself with one hand and grabbed at her breasts with the other. She  had not been fucked properly in too long a  time. 

Fluffy snowflakes drifted into the room and landed on her, melting as they touched. She savoured their cool kiss on her body.  As she pleasured herself, her eyes never left the solitary figure in the distance. She reached wildly for her climax. Her blood rose. She said, “Oh Filip. Fuck me. Fuck the girl of the forest…” 

Her hand sought her bud. It was peeking up like a badger in a burrow, so she seized upon the opportunity to rub it hard. Her legs trembled and her flesh rippled in the moonlight. Closing her eyes, she envisioned Filip pounding into her. She remembered the musky smell of his sweat and, after a pleasant span of time spent masturbating, she came. Shaking her head and arching her back, she groaned her delight into the icy sky. Wind blew gusts of snow against her trembling nakedness but, for her own part, she felt only warmth emanating from her every fibre. 

Midwinter is magical, and a Queen needs tending. Searching out the window, she saw that the figure in the distance was gone. Wensa was decisive. A plan was hatched. She grabbed her cloak and summoned her servant.

“Honzo,” she called. Her page was always near, often loafing  on his pallet outside the bedchamber. She heard the heavy oaken door squeak on its hinges as it opened behind her.

“My Queen?” came a voice that was baritone and bright.

“Come in and close the door. We have provisions to gather.” She wrapped the lush garment around her loveliness and turned to face the young man. 

“Provisions?” Honzo smiled at her with wide lips. He was bemused, which was often the case. This one had more wit than muscle. He would be a courtier, she decided… not a knight. He was tall and slender, thoughtful and, at times, scandalously familiar with her. She adored him. Wensa noticed he was eyeing the top of a wayward, rose-tint nipple, which peeked above the rim of her cloak. 

She concealed her nip with a knowing smile and said, “Bring me flesh… and bring me wine.” She glanced out the casement into the frozen landscape. “Bring me pine logs.”

The younger man was taken aback. “Where shall I bring this, my Queen?”

“Hither,” she answered, then reconsidered. “No, Honzo. Not hither. Bring it to the East Gate and be secret about it.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “Whatever is all this for, my Queen?”

“We are going on a Midwinter adventure. I am craving beets.”


You can read Part II here.

To get all of Flesh, Wine & Pine logs, click here.

Happy Birthday to ME! ~Newsy News!~

image-1-1Welcome to my First Birthday Party!  Tracey DeSanto is One Year Old.

Fifty-two weeks ago (November 18th, 2015) I uploaded my first book to Amazon. The learning curve to become a self-published smut-peddler was  steep… I was utterly clueless.

On the writing side, things have gone nicely… I’ve been promoting my library over the past few weeks and taking stock. The first thing I can say is I have a freaking LIBRARY! A year ago there was NADA. Now there is a variety of DeSanto treats to choose from. Yay, me.

I have always said that, as a nerd, I intend to visit my favourite realms and “have sex” in them. Today the DeSanto Smut Universe includes Circus sexSword and Sorcery sex, Shifter sex, Science Fiction sex, Horror sex, Paranormal Fairie sex, and even Old West Polygamy Farm sex. I have published EIGHT BOOKS. Please go to my Amazon page and check them out. They are dirty and nerdy. They are affordable. I am proud of them. Tell your friends and tell the world that Tracey DeSanto needs readers.

I have also been posting FREE EROTICA on my website. Check it out. You will find the stories satisfying, I promise! It’s all the DeSanto Goodness with none of the calories! What have you got to lose? I mean… the price ain’t gonna get any lower!

At the time of this writing I have (from all my books combined) 27 Amazon reviews. Amazon didn’t  crunch the numbers for me, so I did it myself. I have an average rating of 4.7 out of 5 Stars. In school that would be 94%, so I just  squeaked an A+! I am so thankful to the readers and reviewers who made that possible. Without them I am just someone with a dirty imagination and a computer… a very dirty imagination and a computer that needs replacing.

While the writing part of being an author has gone pretty well, on the business side, things are tougher. I have to acknowledge that, after a year, I haven’t made any money. There are expenses associated with just being Tracey DeSanto (website, covers, etc…) and my book sales haven’t covered them. It’s not a lot of cash, but Tracey DeSanto is in the red. That means that, at this point, writing smut is a hobby, not a job. So, for ebook business and marketing I have to give myself a C-. Not failing, but close to it.

Still… in the past year I have built a nice foundation. Also, and very importantly, I am having fun. If I can manage to turn this into a job, it’ll be a dream job.

In my bio I say that I want to write “positive stories that are hot for women, men, LGBT folks, singles, and couples.” I say that I will make sure “a dirty story is also a good story.” That, along with my nerdy scenarios, informs my DeSanto Manifesto (otherwise known as #BetterSmut.)

In a DeSanto book, generally, women are the stars of the show. They are agents of their own pleasure. There is consent. Alpha males, if they exist at all, are there for the pleasure of the women. Straight, gay, and bi characters all have a good time. Kinks are appreciatively explored. A DeSanto story is meant to be a great place for everyone to get off.

The stories have fully realized characters. They have a beginning, a middle and an end. They have punctuation, grammar, and sentence structure. I will not disrespect my fellow-smut writers here, but I regret to admit that our genre shows a lack of literacy at times. A lack of literacy is not the road to #BetterSmut. It creates pot-holes in the road and derails the delight. More outlining, proofing, and editing would help us all. (I include myself in that statement.)

We all deserve to be reading #BetterSmut. As writers, we should be trying to write #BetterSmut, and also sharing it when we see it. Maybe try using it as a tag when you tweet about something that turns your crank. You know… like, “I just read Mintie Price’s new Collection! I came twice. It is definitely #BetterSmut” or “If you are looking for free #BetterSmut you should check out Kayla Lord’s Masturbation Mondays.” or “Mischa Eliot is a great supporter and creator of #BetterSmut.” or “Amber Skye’s lesbian erotica is wet and slippery #BetterSmut.”

See? Easy. Working together, we can all find our way to #BetterSmut. 😉

So… if you have read this far, congratulations and thanks! Here’s my birthday present to YOU! On the weekend of my birthday, from Nov. 18-20th, my Sexy Science Fiction Romp “Space Girls! ~ Part One: When Worlds Collide!” will be absolutely FREE! Put it in your calendar and go get it with my thanks and blessing! You honour me by reading my stuff.

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Free Nov. 18-20!

That’s it. Happy Birthday to me. Thanks for everything. If you have any suggestions or just wanna chew the fat, send me an email, find me on twitter, or comment in space below. It also wouldn’t hurt to join my mailing list: #TeamDeSanto.

ps… Winter is coming. You might want to keep your eyes peeled for a special Christmas book that I haven’t written yet. Whew! Guess I better get busy! Is it too early for eggnog?

 

Newsy News 3: Erotic Horror for Halloween!

Happy October, Team DeSanto! I have been extra busy lately because I love Halloween and have been working hard to make something special for you.

odd-bits-dark-corners-kindleHappy October, Team DeSanto! I have been extra busy lately because I love Halloween and have been working hard to make something special for you. This quick and dirty new compilation offers THREE erotic horror tales in ONE Short-Read Book! It includes two Smutty Smidgeons that were beta-tested here on the blog, (now sharpened and re-edited.) PLUS, there is a BRAND NEW short story about my favourite heroine: Stacy Drake, Girl-Detective. Here’s the book blurb…


Welcome to Tracey DeSanto’s underworld… her dark corner of smutty smidgeons. This is where she lets her taboo fantasies run wild.

Never forget… these stories are  smut. They are intended for readers over 18 years of age. In Odd Bits & Dark Corners you will find three strange short stories…  each with lots of sex… in this case, ghost sex, tentacle sex and demon sex. Read on if you dare. You have been warned.

Excerpts:

No Particular Place: Follow Stacy Drake, Girl-Detective, as she gets downright personal with a mysterious boy in the old haunted garage.

“Stacy swept her light downwards. A glimpse of something dissolved into the darkness down the hall. It was silent. She crept out of her sleeping bag, put on her sneakers, and stood to investigate. Brrrr… She was only wearing her nightshirt, and the Martini house was freezing. Gooseflesh rose under her pyjamas. Her nipples became darts. The flannel rubbing against them was arousing in a dead-end kind of way. Her bum was not made less chilly by the granny-panties she wore.

Not a ghost, she thought. No such thing.”

Nocturnal Emissions: Learn about what happens to poor William when he can’t get a certain woman off his mind.

“During lunch that day he approached Angela with trepidation. She sold him a ham and swiss. When she gave it to him their hands met for a moment. She had warm fingers. A wide work apron concealed her large bosom. She glanced at him and winked. Was it a wink? It startled William with a stirring in his boxers, so he fled to the far corner of the lunch room. Eating in nibbles, he stole glances at this wide-hipped creature that had infiltrated his subconscious. Things calmed down in his undergarments, but it took some time.”

Pacific: Enjoy a dip in the Pacific with Vanessa, who is recently divorced, and needs a swimming companion. 

“A gentle swell rolled in. The tide swept up her torso, nudging her against the rocks. Salty water lapped up across her ribcage to splash on her breasts, teasing her nipples. Her bum bounced and rubbed against the smooth slate beneath her. Vanessa opened her legs and enjoyed the underwater currents fluttering across her. Her new muff danced in the ebb and flow like a mammalian anemone. Casually… distracted… almost as if she didn’t know what she was up to, she began to play with herself.”


The new book is up hot now in plenty of time for spooky, one-handed reading, but… because you are my favourites, I must also tell you that it will be FREE on Amazon over the Halloween weekend. I do it because I love you, and I think everyone should get a treat (maybe even a trick?) on All Hallows Eve.

Shifter_Shelter_Nipped_by_Cub_Order-2Also… you know I wrote a WEREWOLF BOOK, right? Shifter Shelter: Nipped by the Cub is just the perfect thing for a dark, spooky night of October reading when you pull the covers up around you. It has some nice, fat, five-star reviews. I’ll just bet you’d enjoy it. If you click on the picture the link will take you there.

So… That’s all for now. Enjoy my Smutty Smidgeons and Shifter tales. Halloween is the best time of year, except maybe for Christmas. Hmmm…. Christmas, huh? I wonder what I could be writing for that special yuletide time of year…

Stay Tuned, Team DeSanto! XOXO

Newsy News Newsletter 2

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Hey there, Team DeSanto… Hows everything going?

All is nice here at my end, I must say. Wow… I can’t believe it has already been about two months since my last newsletter. Time sure flies when you’re writing smut.

The most important bit of Newsy News is that I have a new release on amazon. It is called Space Girls ~ Part One: When Worlds Collide. I figuratively had a blast writing it! Check it out.

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Space Girls! is a short story about a couple of young women from Mars who steal a flying saucer to go on a mission. The mission mostly involves going to Earth in search of sex. When that seems to be taking too long, they just take matters into their own hands on the ship. There are also a couple of hunky boys in a car on Earth who are more than happy to extend a helping hand to a friend… I wonder if all these crazy kids might meet up at some point.

This story has plenty of sex in it, bisexual action, mostly  girl on girl and boy on boy. It has crass language and dirty ideas. All the characters are completely fictional, but if they were real they would all be over 19-years-old in any case.

Space Girls ~ Part One: When Worlds Collide is a frisky and fun sci-fi retro  romp. It is part one of a serial and will end in a cliffhanger. Expect laughs and licks and hand-jobs and cat-suits and sports cars and laser cannons and a cute armadillo. You have been warned.

I have been writing bits of free erotica for you. You’ll find them on the page on my website called, not surprisingly, Free Erotica. I hope you like them. There are four in total now! I have a couple of what I call Smutty Smidgeons, which are intended to let my unusual ideas run free. There are also a couple I wrote specifically for Kayla Lords’ Mastubation Monday page at her excellent site. Those were written with a theme of fantasy and self-love in mind. Every week many talented writers are uploading sexy sexy stories there, for FREE! Check it out!

I love it when you check out my free smut on my website and I vigorously encourage you to sign up for my mailing list . It’s optional…but it is a great way to connect with me and avoid missing the good bits.

Speaking of being on my mailing list, DeSanto Diehards… I have a question for you. I have my mailing list system set up, currently, to just send these newsletters when I write and release them, but… I could reset it so that every time I upload some Free Erotica to my blog page, it would be automatically sent along to Team DeSanto via email. Would you like to receive occasional smut-bombs in your email inbox or would you find that  disconcerting? Let me know, my dear friends, and I will act accordingly.

That’s about all for now… but don’t be surprised if you get another note about an exciting new release very soon! Things are happening!

Deepest regards and affection,

Tracey

 

Newsy News Newsletter 1

 

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All Hail Team DeSanto!

Welcome to the fantastic new era of DeSanto Informational Services. This is my new way of letting you know what’s what. I am attempting to gather all my various social media monkeys to get them flying together. I have a re-worked website. I am playing with a blog and RSS feeds. Honestly? I am in way over my head.

It is late August, 2016: a heady time for smut-writers. We add heat to an already hot day, and it can be pretty damn scorching. Here’s what I have been up to lately, in case you didn’t know…

Last month I released my newest novella, Shifter Shelter, to an unsuspecting world. I heard all the cool writers were doing it and felt it was only fair to the shifter community that I offer a Very DeSanto Contribution. There is lotsa sex: some straight, some lesbian, some bi, some kinky, you know… fun stuff. You’ll find plenty of intrigue and adventure. There is even a chance that somebody will end up having sex with a werewolf. I mean… how can you resist? You can’t? Good. Click here. Also… I would be remiss if i didn’t tell you that it’ll be freakin’ FREE on Amazon over the Labour Day Long Weekend (Sept. 3-5). So, you know… wait until then and grabs yerself a copy. Tell them Tracey sent you. Tell your friends. Read it aloud at the weenie roast.

I am experimenting with shorts and what is in them. I want to share the contents of my shorts with you. I think you’ll find there’s some good stuff in my shorts. Haha. See what I did there? My first freebie is already up and waiting for you. It is called Nocturnal Emissions and it is part of Smutty Smidgeons… that’s my new series of 1000 to 1500-word treats that will always be FREE on my website. I mean, I vigorously encourage you to sign up for my mailing list when you help yourself to my shorts, but it’s optional… the signing up, I mean.  Did I mention that it’s FREE?

I have been getting some nice reviews. All of them five stars. Really, honestly, actually. Check out the books here on my author page. See all those stars? I love that! It means so much to me. It shows me that people are out there reading and enjoying my work. I have so much fun making these stories for you all, it makes me giddy to see a new review.

So… do you want to review a DeSanto book? I’ll make it easy for you. Send me a note here, and tell me which book you’d like to review (no compendiums, please). I will send you a reviewing copy for…. wait for it… FREE! That’s right. Just like reefers in the playground, the first one is free. Do an honest review of the book (on Amazon or Goodreads or BOTH!) when you are done. Then send me a link to the review, and guess what?! You can pick another book to review for free. If you keep sending me links to your reviews of DeSanto Smut, I will keep sending you books. I also love you for doing it. THANKS!

What’s coming up now, you might ask? Imagine an erection joke as my reply.  Wait… enjoy… and… on to business. I am currently working on a short story that will be part of a new series of 99-cent Quickies. Hopefully that’ll be out within the month. It might be science fiction. You’ll just have to wait and see.  Also. I am outlining my very first SEQUEL. See if you can guess which DeSanto book is ready for a follow-up. Also, if you have a favourite, there’s never been a better time to drop me a line and let me know. You might just influence future events like Marty McFly tried not to.

So, to recap: New Blog Newsletter with RSS Feed and Mailing List Support. New Shifter Shelter Novella. New Free Smut at the Website. New Pleas for More Reviews. New Projects Currently Underway. That’s enough for my first actual Newsy News Newsletter, isn’t it? I hope so. Let me ask one last thing.  Are you on the #TeamDeSanto Mailing List? I would LOVE it of you joined. It will make it really easy to keep you in the loop. G’wan! DO IT. You’d hate to miss anything.

See you later. This has been fun, but I have smut to write.

Hugs and Kisses,

Tracey