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Classics Getting Naughty

Total-E-Bound's Clandestine Classics, constantly in the news. This clip is interesting; it starts with a discussion of copyright issues. The reporters are cute also, which is fun.

December...best month for everything

out today, Now or Never, book 1 in Invitations series

Book one in the Invitations Series

Dressed as a sex slave and hiding behind a mask, Emily arrives at a costume party ready to make a former co-worker pay for not noticing her lush curves.

Emily grabs the opportunity to make a former co-worker she fantasised about before leaving for the US Peace Corps pay for not noticing her lush curves. Her goal—blow his mind with her sex slave seduction and leave him aching for more.

Wearing a borrowed costume and mask, Daniel accepts the offer of a woman eager to show him what she can do with the sheer scarves she’s untying from her waist. His goal—make sure the woman undressing for him knows how incredible she is and understands that he isn’t a one-night-only kind of man.

Out now from Total-E-Bound.

Coven of Celsus, the latest

Here's the latest on Coven of Celsus. The film is still in the works and looking for funders. Options start as low as 5$ Check out the film's indiegogo campaign page.

Coven of Celsus: vampires and sex, erotic horror in the making

I got the chance to chat with Jeff Wager, director and co-producer of the ultra sexy and very dark independent erotic horror film in the making, Coven of Celsus, based on Randy V's book. 


Jeff Wager, in fuzzy bomber hatWager's thoughts on turning the novel into a film:
There's both a great blueprint and some heavy lifting to be done. Randy V has painted a very rich picture in his book, which lets the imagination easily do its job... I can see the scenes quite clearly in my mind. On the other hand, its written in the past tense, there's some incredibly graphic scenes that need to be 'adjusted' to keep from an X rating, and there's descriptive sections that are great for Art Department, but would never find their way into a screenplay. Additionally we'll probably do some minor tweaks and cuts to the dialog to make it flow more smoothly as a screenplay. I do plan on being as true to the book as I can be; as there's already an audience for the book and the characters, I want to help bring the images in their heads to life, not recreate them in a different image, if that makes sense!
Thoughts on making Coven of Celsus:
DeAnna Langone, keeping warm under sleeping bag
We just finished Primary Photography, and things went pretty well... but like any low budget project can tell you, when you don't have money to throw at problems, you have to be extra creative when you hit bumps in the road. 
That said, I think "The Staircase" in New Hampshire was our toughest location. It's off a dirt road and cell reception was patchy, not to mention dragging equipment and 30 some odd cast and crew up the mountain side on an 18* night in November. 
Filming underway in Vermont As if that wasn't enough, I had a crew vehicle with gear breakdown on the way to location, we had a scheduling snafu that had us down and unable to shoot anything for almost 2 hours, I had and actor flip backwards off a prop restraining device and almost crack his head open, equipment malfunctions, and  we ran out of fuel for the prop torches. 

Despite these setbacks we pulled off some great shots, and I'm still very happy with the footage. There's going to need to be some pick ups to fix mistakes that were made in the heat of the moment, but we survived to shoot another day.
 Coven of Celsus is still in the works and looking for funders. Options start as low as 5$ Check out the film's the indiegogo campaign page.

Zombies seeking human sex slaves...

Who said zombies have to be ugly and smell bad? Who said zombies have to eat flesh?

These zombies are hot.

And they don't eat their human captives, they use them for sex.

Here's a taste:

Chapter One“Don’t make me wait.”
Hayden Thomas burst out of the Boston Public Library and charged face-first into the storm. Shit. Snowmaggeddeon—Boston’s worst snowstorm in a century. He’d almost forgotten it. But there it was, swirling and blowing in a fierce, icy blast that pretty much had the whole city at a standstill. The early December snow was heavy and deep, covering doorways and blocking windows. Smart people were at home, safely waiting for the city’s snowplows and salt trucks to take care of the mess in the streets and on the sidewalks. Hayden wasn’t smart like that. He was motivated. Or desperate. Why else would he have just spent hours digging through the library shelves for long-forgotten books about zombies while a blizzard raged outside?
A nasty blast of wind whipped past, filling his nose with giant flakes and blinding him. He slipped on his gloves to wipe his eyes and then hitched up his backpack and tightened the front strap. No way in hell was he losing his laptop to a gust of wind. No laptop, no job. No job, no money. Hayden could deal with unpaid bills, but he was Hayden Buchanan Thomas—wonder kid—he could not deal with being unemployed. Being a reporter for the Boston Weekly, Bob Keeler’s ridiculous tabloid, was causing him enough grief. Dodging questions at parties about what he was doing now that he was out of grad school and making up explanations to silence his Boston College cohorts was getting to be a full-time hassle.
After wrapping his itchy black wool scarf tightly around his neck, Hayden took the first careful step. Thick, wet snow sagged until his boot finally hit the concrete. Three slow, leaping strides later, he reached the landing of the low steps that led to Dartmouth Street, snow covered and silent. Moving one leg at a time, he made his way to the bottom, then continued in the direction of the Copley T Station at the corner of Dartmouth and Boylston. Once there, he paused, using his hand to shield his eyes. But there was nothing clearly visible on the horizon, only the blurry outlines of buildings obscured by endless snow. Not a single living person was out on the streets.
Once he got back to his borrowed apartment, he planned to stay put and wait the storm out too. Judging by the sexy insistence in his girlfriend’s voice when she informed him she was coming over, he was going to be at her mercy the whole time. Her semester at grad school had just ended and she was more than ready to keep him up all night. At first he’d been anxious about hooking up with a neighbor, but now he was really beginning to see the advantage to having Rachelle in the brownstone right next door. A hot flush washed over him, chasing away a sliver of the monstrous chill following him down the hushed street. He smiled beneath the scratchy wool. Letting her have her way with him was the least he could do, considering what she’d just seen posted on the internet. Especially considering she didn’t know the truth behind the pictures of him and the girl. He trudged ahead, blinking when his lashes got too coated to see. What exactly was the truth, anyway?
Damn if he knew.
He kept moving, closer to Rachelle and farther away from that unbelievable scene he’d just been part of in Bates Hall, the library’s famously traditional room. What he’d done there among those rows of green desk lamps was anything but traditional. Sex, video, and a lie more believable than the truth.
The drifts of dense, untouched snow made walking difficult, and the cold air was beginning to pierce his lungs, making each breath a whisper of pain, but he moved on, slowly, steadily. Determined and clinging to Rachelle’s demand—Be ready to fuck me senseless. He was ready. He just had to get there first.

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Dare Me - 2nd in Invitations series

Hello November!

Servicing the Undead, erotic horror coming from Ellora's Cave

Servicing the Undead
Having sex with an ice-covered, smudgy-eyed woman in tattered fishnets and a barely there mini-skirt is Hayden Thomas’ first mistake. His second is thinking he’s in control of what happens next.
The city of Boston is hostage to a relentless blizzard, and the tabloid newspaper Hayden writes for warns readers a new strain of zombies is roaming the streets. Hayden  doesn’t need to read the warnings. He knows what the undead seek from the living—fierce, ritualistic sexual encounters.
When Mattie—one of the undead—forces Hayden to become her sexual servant, he is locked in a cage and told to perform while the undead watch. Rachelle, Hayden’s girlfriend, is turned on by the chains and bindings and happy to show off. But Hayden knows Mattie wants more than just endless sex.
Erotic horror coming from Ellora's Cave's Shivers line.

Romanticon 2012

I was very excited to be awarded the Ellora's Cave Superstar award for Cuckold by Request.Getting the picture with the EC cavemen was fun too.