Eleanor Black

My latest offering, The Heiress is now available for download from the Kindle Store. Whet your appetite with this sample of the first chapter. Some people never discover what they are truly capable of, they may be confident that they can achieve this ambition, or boast about being able to fulfil that requirement if necessary; yet in reality most never get to experience the limit of their potential, not through any external inhibition or misfortune, but simply because they don’t have the motivation to push themselves to the boundary between what is possible and what is not. "Madame?" An accented voice disturbed her brief introspection, Monique lifted her chin from the hand which cradled it and turned to face the speaker. "Thank you," she answered in a prim and slightly nasal voice, flirtatiously holding eye contact for a little longer than necessary, the waiter laid her cappuccino and Danish pastry on the table before dashing across the shiny cobbles and ba

  It is with great excitement, pleasure and relief that I can now reveal my latest book, The Heiress will be released in the kindle store this Thursday 17 th October. I will also be making The Heiress, Dirty Little Fuck Doll and the Megan Affair Part One available for other devices through Smashwords; although, because it will be my first time publishing on that platform, please bear with me until I can confirm that all titles are live in the relevant stores. The Heiress is exactly what you would expect from me, an unrelenting, unforgiving tale of true perversion. Monique Bobotte is my delectable heroine, an heiress to an immense fortune, stomach-clenchingly gorgeous with impeccable style and only the finest taste in men. She is assertive and dominant, she uses the men she meets for their one true function: to feed her ravenous insatiability for continual sexual contentment. The Heiress is a novella which tells the story of one night in her life, slip inside the mind of one of my

I have read and enjoyed some of Carla's previous work published under the Letters Around Midnight-Threesomes banner, so it was with great enthusiasm that I purchased her first offering of a longer work. My expectations were not disappointed, Carla is a writer who is at one with her page, she writes with a naked simplicity and avoids the need for showy sentences or fancy prose styles. Whether it was by intention or coincidence, Carla deserves to be credited with her timing of the release of Miyuki; reading her analogies of and comparisons with deep snow over the past week has added to the beguiling experience of reading her debut novella. What she delivers in Miyuki is a beautifully crafted story of sexual discovery, but not as I expected. It is unapologetically voyeuristic in places, bordering on intrusive, yet remains a very personal observation of a relationship less than ordinary. Miyuki not only titillates, but it intrigues, it makes you want to delve a little furthe

Dirty Little Fuck Doll V7 To propose that we don't judge a book by its cover is like suggesting that a woman should not conclude first impressions of a man based on his physique and style, nor a man on similar elements of a woman's appearance. Whilst in all of these cases, the content beneath the exterior is of primary importance, it is those first impressions that invite us to investigate the opportunity further, or to pass harmlessly by. We may not judge a book entirely by its cover, but if we aren't drawn in by it then we shall never judge it at all.  Dirty Little Fuck Doll V4 My own experiences have taught me that the designing of an eBook cover, is far from similar to designing one for its printed counterpart. A physical book can be pulled closer or pushed further away, it can be turned in the hands, held to the light and just generally experienced as an actual entity, something which exists. An eBook cover is altogether more complex, prima

Almost eighteen years ago, on my first day of an A level English Literature course, I was told that we would be studying: Hamlet, A Streetcar Named Desire, Wuthering heights and Sylvia Plath's poetry. I didn't think that much of it at the time, but made a note of the books that I needed to buy. A couple of lessons later, my teacher, a homely woman by the name of Mrs. Roberts handed out a poem called 'Daddy' by Sylvia Plath, who at that point was still unknown to me. I read it silently to myself, I read it out loud under my breath, and we all read it as a class, stanza by stanza. I was breathless, I had never been touched by poetry as much in my life as I was then.                              "It stuck in a barb wire snare.                              Ich, ich, ich, ich,                              I could hardly speak.                              I thought every German was you.                              And the language obscene.

My latest offering to the world of erotic fiction 'The Megan Affair - Part One', has been receiving some excellent reviews on Amazon. So you can get a taster of the tensions that make up the first part of this serialisation, I am offering the following sample to draw you in! I'm currently working on the second part of this series, which will be released around the end of July. *          The injury had mollified my mood, albeit involuntarily, John took me to the bathroom, where he cleaned and dressed my wound. I absolutely hated his generosity, but at the time I had no choice. We didn't have any bandages in the house, so he cut up an old towel and taped it tightly around my arm with some duct tape that he had bought years ago, with the misguided intention of fixing something. "Are you okay Sarah?" He looked me in the eye for the first time that night, I slouched back against the bath, as I noticed a suggestion of guilt pass over his