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

 

Pacific, a Smutty Smidgeon for Masturbation Monday

18 + Readers Only! This is my latest offering for the Masturbation Monday Challenge from Kayla Lords. The idea is to share a bit of hot and sassy smut that makes one tend towards self-love. Hope this does the trick for you! Now that we are getting into October and things are getting a bit weird, I thought I would share one of my Smutty Smidgeons. They tend to be… “different”. This one is for the tentacle fans out there. You know who you are.

masturbation-monday-badge-small18 + Readers Only! This is my offering for the Masturbation Monday Challenge from Kayla Lords. The idea is to share a bit of hot and sassy smut that makes one tend towards self-love. Hope this does the trick for you! Click on the banner to visit Kayla’s great site and to read all the free offerings there.

Now that we are getting into October and things are getting a bit weird, I thought I would share one of my Smutty Smidgeons. They tend to be… “different”. This one is for the tentacle fans out there. You know who you are. Pacific is one of the four shorts in my erotic horror compilation called Odd Bits & Dark Corners.


Pacific

by Tracy DeSanto

Vanessa took the last sip from her mug and walked to the screen door. She felt good enough. The gentle boost from the green tea was a decent substitute for her regular coffee. New life habits for a new life…

She enjoyed the benefits of the cabin. She could be nude all the time. Vanessa was comfortable in her skin and loved the freedom. No appalled millennial offspring, no disinterested husbands… just herself, naked and natural.

She took a thick towel off the rack by the door and draped it over her shoulders. Stepping into her flip-flops, she went out into the sun-kissed morning. There was still haze in the sky. It was cool now, but would be hot later. The place wasn’t a cabin, really. It was a two million dollar beachfront property, all perfectly comfortable and modern – also utterly remote. It belonged to her, now… all part of the settlement.

Her bum jiggled a bit, free and easy. Her breasts moved in sympathy with her pace as she walked towards the beach. Vanessa picked her way along the path down to the tide-flats. Her body had held up fine. Better than fine, actually. Vanessa had kept right on doing her triathlons and yoga through twenty years of raising Gerry’s offspring. Her tummy had nicely defined abs, even under the stretch marks from child-birth. Over time her boobs had grown softer, but they were hers, and they were beautiful. She had married him for security, and because she had been young and naive. He had married her because his cock had told him to. It hadn’t surprised Vanessa that Gerry had replaced her with a younger model. Leopards never change their spots. Forty being the new thirty doesn’t matter much if your husband wants a girl who is twenty. Ah well. The kids would be fine, and the pre-nup she made Gerry sign those years ago left her in a damn fine situation.

Walking farther down the trail, she couldn’t see the cabin anymore. The gentle breeze made the trees whisper a conspiracy. She could hear the strange, mocking cries of a raven somewhere. Scrunching over the barnacle rocks and slippery kelp, she made her way to the water’s edge. The world smelled supernaturally clean, with just a hint of iodine and salt. She stopped at a big rock and placed her flip-flops and towel on it. Time for a swim.

She strode into the water, grunting sharply. It was always a surprise. The sun on her body felt warm, but mama ocean flowed cool to the point of being cold. Her gooseflesh rose and her nipples popped up the way they always did: big  sensitive cylinders. Back in school the girls had called her “Nibs”. Vanessa advanced to be crotch-deep and then paused, letting her tender parts come to terms with the temperature. They were sensitive, too. She’d  happily given up the Brazilian wax when Gerry left. As such, her garden grew wild. Vanessa took a moment to savour the solitude of her situation and the tingling of her twat. She resembled a lone neolithic woman in an empty pre-historic world… well, except for the Egyptian cotton towel and the dollar-store shoes.

She dove in abruptly, tricking her body. Her nerves yammered, sending the urgent message to her brain that the water was cold. She swam with strength and experience born from years of competition. After a few moments she adjusted to the water and darted through the ocean like a porpoise. No sensation compared to swimming in the Pacific with no clothes on.

The water was relatively shallow, so she knew that she wasn’t in far over her head. She made for the ridge of rocks that poked up in the middle of the inlet. It resembled a tiny island. She had watched seals sun themselves on it. Today she would take her solitude there.

Her feet found purchase on the rocks as she arrived. Black slate jutted up diagonally, smooth and eternal: an ancient, massive shelf. Under the water she could see purple starfish and orange anemones. Deep in the crevasses sea urchins dwelled. Gulls squawked and fled as she approached.

Vanessa lay back against the rock shelf: Mother Nature’s spa lounger. She remained half-submerged, enjoying the warm sun on her torso. Below her waist was an alien realm of blue waters. Looking up, she saw an enormous eagle circling high, riding the air currents. Even when she felt alone, she noticed, she wasn’t.

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 cunt. 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.

She reached down with her left hand and pulled against her labia, opening herself to the Pacific. She saved her right hand for her clit, barely touching herself to start with: just a tiny flick with her finger, then nothing. Vanessa enjoyed playing  this game. She would make herself wait… almost not knowing when the next touch would come.

With both hands busy and her legs spread wide, she bobbed against the rock shelf like a very dirty message in a bottle. Vanessa closed her eyes and relaxed. Her own wetness mingled with the infinite juices of mama ocean.  Another flick to her clit caused her neck and torso to flush crimson in the sunshine. She set her jaw and whimpered. Cool water splashed droplets over her tits as they rolled with the thrusting of the waves. Vanessa bit her lip and flexed her index finger to probe herself again, but yelped in arousal as the touch came sooner than she anticipated. Eyes closed, she extended her finger down to her clit, but found it already covered with cool slippery flesh. Then something pulled on her and made her squeal.

Water splashed. Strong tentacles wrapped themselves around each of her arms. They pinned her wrists to her thighs as countless suction cups stuck to her and bound her tight. The tip of another tentacle held her clit prisoner. Yet another one explored her cunt, teasing and pushing, searching for entrance. It penetrated Vanessa in a way she had never experienced: fluid and searching, incremental and relentless. This did not resemble the boring banging Gerry gave her. The alien and feminine approach aroused her devastatingly. Pinned and helpless, adrift in the tide, Vanessa breathed deep and rocked her pelvis up.

Under the sea the top tentacle worked her clit while the bottom tentacle twisted inside her. It pushed in and out, searching for something. Two more tentacles rolled out of the water, up her torso, to caress her breasts. After a moment they found their objectives, latching suction cups upon her firm, desperate nipples. The creature entwined the woman and bound her up completely. Its extremities worked together in a symphony, pushing and pulling, tugging and releasing… all in time with the gentle, eternal roll of the waves. It was really too much.

Vanessa ululated loudly. The raven mocked back a reply.

Another tentacle explored her ass, gently at first, but not taking no for an answer. Soon Vanessa was being double-penetrated, but with a designated clit-teaser added for good measure. The tentacles slipped in and out of her. She was a well-lubricated machine. The one inside her cunt finally twisted around and latched onto the her g-spot, pressing with unexpected force while pulling with its suction cups. Vanessa’s salty juices flowed freely to meet this dextrous invader. She arched her back and kicked salt water, then spread as wide as she could.

Calm, she lay herself open like a fish and whispered, “Fuck me.”

The octopus fucked her. Vanessa surrendered helplessly to the onslaught of sensations. Her nervous system overloaded with screaming pleasure from her nipples and clit, her cunt and her ass. The splash of the cold water, the sun on her face, the sound of the waves and the gulls… These sensations took her to another place. She combined with the Pacific. The life and currents, the coldness and warmth, the immensity of it all… She became a tiny part of it.

Vanessa only saw her climax approaching for an instant before it smashed into her like a tsunami. She screamed and contorted. She shuddered and flexed, thrashing yet bound up. Her lover held her tight and kept her safe, never letting go, continuing to fuck and probe her until it was over. A final tentacle reached up and traced a line along her ear as Vanessa relaxed and exhaled. She revelled in the otherworldly intimacy of it.

She opened her eyes in time to see the tentacles release her. They pulsated various colours of crimson, purple and gold, then became slate grey as they slid beneath the surface, disappearing.

Her body showed many ring-shaped marks from the suction cups, but they would fade soon enough. Her lover had known the right amount of force to use. After a rest, she swam back to the beach and staggered out of the water, wobbly on her legs… exhausted. Vanessa retrieved her flip-flops and rubbed the towel over herself. Tomorrow she would fortify herself with a descent breakfast before she returned.

“I think I will call you Octavia,” she said.


Want more creepy sexy stuff like this? Check out Odd Bits & Dark Corners by Tracey DeSanto.

 

Copyright 2016, all rights reserved

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Nocturnal Emissions, a Smutty Smidgeon!

A lonely man meets the woman of his dreams. Unfortunately, this particular paranormal story might not have a happy ending.

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This is the first in my new ongoing series of very short stories called Smutty Smidgeons. I originally put it on my “Free Erotica” page a few weeks ago but thought it might like to live here too. Smutty Smidgeons is where I will test drive my more “unusual” ideas… all quick and dirty-like. Ultimately, there will be a compilation. This one is a bit of a dark, paranormal confection.

A lonely man meets the woman of his dreams. Unfortunately, this particular paranormal story might not have a happy ending.

Nocturnal Emissions, By Tracey DeSanto

William scrambled his eggs. He used his knuckles, abstractly, to remove the sleep from from his eyes. Yawn, stir, flip… He got the eggs onto his toast. Sipping black coffee, he leaned against the counter and forked the food into his mouth. He was tired. Sleep had been poor.

As he chewed and swallowed, William tried to remove the cobwebs from his consciousness. Last night he’d had dreams. They had been dirty. That wide female from the lunch room… the one with the odd facial tic… was it a wink? She had figured prominently. Her name-tag read “Angela”. William was surprised because he didn’t see her as particularly attractive during the daytime when he bought his sandwich. In his dream she had been different.

In his dream they had both been nude. Angela had bent over his prone body. She’d smiled and held his penis. It had begun softly. She stroked him, pulling him against her soft  body. The jerking grew in ferocity until he came painfully, exploding in an alarming way. Bolting awake, the trousers of his pyjamas had been wet and sticky: a  messy testimony.

William was a sensible man of forty-two, and a bachelor. It had been three decades since this had happened to him. He hid the soiled pants in the bottom of the trash, even though his mother was long-deceased and could no longer root out such things. He finished his breakfast, straightened his tie, and went to work with bloodshot eyes.

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. Her fingers were warm. Her large bosom was fully concealed beneath a wide work apron. She glanced at him and winked. Was it a wink? William was startled to feel 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.

Later that evening, William found himself preoccupied with thoughts of Angela. As he watched ‘The Honeymooners” on his new black and white television, mental images of the lunch-lady made it difficult to concentrate on Alice and Ralf. He was drowsy, but he refused to go to bed for fear of further nocturnal impropriety. At midnight, after the programming went off-air, the white noise of the machine dragged him into dreamland. He  drifted off, illuminated by the glow of the television test-pattern.

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William stood under the shower and turned the right-hand knob counterclockwise. Cold water beat against his scalp and trickled down his body. As it reached his genitals he shivered, groggy and weak from lack of rest. He had tossed and turned all night. Sleep had been fractured. William’s pubic hair was matted from another nocturnal emission. He reached for the soap, hoping to get clean.

In last night’s dream she had returned. They were nude, again. William reclined on the chair where he had fallen asleep. He was unable to move, as if he was strapped down. Angela looked at  him and raised an eyebrow. Offering him a gentle half-smile, she cupped her breasts and held them forward. Her enormous pillows shifted towards him, pink nipples protruding. William’s penis leapt to strength almost violently.

Angela moistened her thin lips, parted them, and exhaled. Leaning forwards, she pressed the hard buttons of her soft breasts against his chest and dragged them down his torso. Kneeling on the floor before him, she caught his penis between her tits. Then she pushed her breasts together, making him disappear. William shuddered in his soft prison, unable to move. Her skin was cool and smooth. The sensation was sweet agony.

The woman pressed her face down between her tits and sucked him while rubbing herself against his cock. William climaxed almost immediately, with a shout. She looked up at him and held his gaze, jism trailing from the corner of her mouth. There was no mistake this time. She winked. He continued, implausibly, to ejaculate. It was almost painful in its intensity. Angela rolled his dick between her breasts and let the stuff spurt and cascade into her deep, soft cleavage. This happened for what felt like an eternity.

Finally, William woke up.

He cleaned his body in the shower and dressed hurriedly. Late for work, he had no time for breakfast. Upon arrival, he mumbled an apology to his supervisor and fumbled groggily through his morning tasks. He was ineffectual, haunted by thoughts of Angela, nude and winking, covered in his cum. By noon he was ravenous.

In the lunch room she smiled crookedly when he approached. When she handed him a corned beef on rye, she held him by the wrist and added an apple to go with it. Her touch sent heat down William’s arm and directly to his groin. His erection shot up in response. The man nodded, cleared his throat, and fled the lunch room to eat at his desk. He could think of nothing but her nipples against his chest and his endless orgasm. By the time the work day was finished, his erection had subsided enough that he could go home.

On the way William stopped and bought a fifth of whiskey. He drank half the bottle while eating canned peaches. Pretending to watch television, in his mind’s eye there was only Angela. Exhausted, intoxicated, and no longer in possession of any pyjamas that were free of his own ejaculate, he stripped naked and lay on top of his bed. Sleep bludgeoned him.

She was waiting for him in his dreams.

Angela stood at the foot of his bed, purposefully naked. Her female-ness nearly screamed at him. Curly auburn hair tumbled past her shoulders, no longer hidden in a bun under a hair net. The jutting and obscene curve of her breasts beckoned to him above the soft warmth of her belly. Further below, her stubby fingers probed the furry confines of her crotch. Rubbing and pulling at herself, the creature revealed ruddy and eager labia. Her clitoris presided over the activities.

She snapped her slippery fingers and grinned a crooked grin. William’s penis jumped to hardness. He was motionless and helpless, pinned to a mattress in a dream. Preposterously nimble, Angela hopped up on the bed and stood above him, just over his midsection. Looking down, she placed her hands on her hips and gyrated. William gazed up, transfixed, into her cunt. Coy and elemental, her beautiful vagina was pink and furry. Receptive and slick, it winked at him. William trembled with fear and desire as his cock strained against the confines of its own flesh, so hard and desperate that it grew an inch.

Angela dropped on him in one fell swoop, impaling her ripeness on his prick. It began softly. Her yonic muscles caressed and pulled him. Gradually, she bore down, writhing, and tried to push his cock deep into the centre of her body. Her pussy was a supernatural entity, a lake of fire and lubrication. It gripped him and would not let go.

Straddling, riding high, she fucked him. As she drew herself up and down, her breasts bounced and rippled like jellyfish in a current. She raised her arms and put her hands behind her head, dancing an ancient belly-dance on top of William. The slap and squelch of the juicy action was an out-of-tune soundtrack to the to the bizarre ritual she performed. She began to gnash and mutter arcane noises, rising almost off of him and then slamming back down with all her force. Her eyes sparked, gleaming red.

William surrendered to the ecstasy of copulation. Every time she swallowed him, there was less of him left. It was a shuddering subtraction, each step bringing him closer to a final climax. Angela’s incantations reached a fever pitch. She barked a command in an inhuman dialect and William was swept into her. He came joyously, willingly, and involuntarily. The semen was pumped out of him relentlessly, down to the drop, until there was nothing left but his soul. Then his soul followed. Swooning, he faded and drifted, losing himself in her completely, and was gone.

The succubus left what remained of William on the bed. She strode to the shadow in the corner and kissed her master. Satan was pleased.

Copyright 2016, all rights reserved

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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