March 5 2018

Super Smuttylicious Giveaway

If you haven’t picked up Thor Cox‘s GRAFFITI CITY: CUMMAGEDDON, you are missing out on something truly hysterical.

You’re also in luck!

My publishing house Howling Mad Press is hosting a kickass giveaway: a paperback proof copy of Thor’s monumentous compendium of awesome (all five issues of CUMMAGEDDON in one book) AND a $25 Amazon e-gift card. Enter to win below.

For those of you just joining this feast for the eyes and genitals, here’s the blurb for GRAFFITI CITY: CUMMAGEDDON:

Griffin City is a tampon-stuffed toilet flushing itself into the ocean, a viper’s nest of desperation, a decaying den of thieves, pimps, pushers, and cum-grubby whores. But it hasn’t always been like that. Signs of better times linger in faded postcards of cherry-cheeked families playing on Wankers Beach, laughing teenagers riding the roller coasters at Horny Island, and lovers entangled over luxurious meals at Prissy’s downtown.

Now, the restaurants are owned by crime lords. Horny Island has been castrated and left to rot on the edge of town. Barbed wire seals off quarantined beaches, caged with bashed-in signs warning of industrial waste, flesh-eating bacteria, and raw sewage.

Nobody needs a sign. You can smell that shit.

From the spoiled waters of the poisoned sea, across the crumbling reach of the downtown skyscrapers, to the nasty-ass labyrinth of Olde Towne and the shady “businesses” on Fuck Street, the whole city bleeds from a rectal cancer that will kill everything you ever loved before it stuffs you cock-first into the grave.

On I-69, coming into town, you can hear the gunfire. You can see the carnage. The acidic flicker of fluorescent lights going bad buzz and flash across a welcome sign spray-painted into layers of art for the damned, tagged into chaos by meth boyz, booze bitches, and the criminally insane.



This “graphic” novel contains all five issues of GRAFFITI CITY: CUMMAGEDDON in one righteous tome.

Check out my thoughts on each issue on Goodreads. All of these stories had me pissing myself laughing! If you read filthy erotica and love to laugh, you cannot go wrong with this series. Please, for the love of all that is unholy, CHECK IT OUT! The individual issues are FREE for Kindle Unlimited subscribers. Click the book covers for info.

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Issue 1: A License to Jizz

Issue 2: The Spy Who Jizzed Me

Issue 3: Thunderjizz

Issue 4: Live and Let Jizz

Issue 5: Jizzraker


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October 15 2017

BANG Excerpt #3

Anyone getting excited to read BANG? Only TWO MORE DAYS TO GO! Here’s another teaser from the book, specially formulated for Toombs lovers. 😉 Hope you enjoy!


I stand and push my chair under the table.

He gets up gingerly and straightens his T-shirt. He looks like he wants to say something, but he keeps quiet.

“Jinx really hammered you, didn’t she?” I arch a brow.

He grunts as he pushes open the door and holds it for me.

“What’s that like, having a girl hit you? Jinx doesn’t strike me as the type.”

“She’s not.”

“How does that work out, then?”

“It d—” He stops himself. “It’s complicated.”

“No shit.”

We hop in the car, and I turn on the local rock station. I feel awkward, having barfed my sexual exploits from last night all over this seeming stranger who’s now on more intimate terms with me than many people I’ve known for years.

Maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut.

“I bet it’s pretty uncomfortable to talk about this shit with me,” he says. Apparently, in addition to being a kick-ass drummer and decent guitarist, Toombs is also a mind reader.

I smile as I pull into the crowded street.

“I won’t tell anyone,” he says.

“I know you won’t.”

“Some things aren’t meant for the light. Bondage, submission, slavery … most people don’t understand it.”

“Hell, I lived a small bit of it last night, and I still don’t understand,” I say, laughing.

“All you need to know is if it feels good, do it.”

“That’s a pretty simple rule.”

“It’s the golden fucking rule.” He watches the buildings pass through the window. “As long as nobody gets hurt—damaged—you’ll be fine.” Now he faces me. “And if someone ever does damage you, come and find me. I’ll take care of them.”


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October 12 2017

BANG Excerpt #2

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“How did you know I was in town?” I sip my wine amid sounds of clinking glasses and tinkling laughter from nearby tables. It’s doubtful even alcohol will calm my nerves after the hell Letty and Shades put me through this morning at the grocery. They’re both on shopping restriction after the manager asked them to leave. Apparently, crashing shopping carts like bumper cars, playing hacky sack with feminine hygiene products, and rearranging condom boxes to spell the words “Get fucked” are frowned upon in the more conservative parts of New Orleans. Oh, and demonstrating proper blowjob techniques with a banana, and then using it to simulate how to bugger your boyfriend as he’s bent over the Chiquita stand doesn’t go over well with nuns or parents of young children either. On the bright side, at least Shades kept his pants up this time.

“I stalk Killer Buzz Float’s Facebook page,” Miles confesses. “Keeps me feeling close to you.”

I smile. “You were always such a charmer. Why did we ever divorce?”

“Because my Tab A never properly fit your Slot B?”

“Yeah, but we were good together everywhere outside of bed.”

“No denying that.” Miles tops off my glass. Didn’t realize I’d drained it. I suck down a couple more swallows. He considers me for a long moment and arches a brow. “Rough day?”

“Rough couple of months. At least the tour is over. Now I can move on to adventures in babysitting at the studio.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and notice the napkin in my lap as an afterthought. The children have turned me into a slob even outside the bus. I used to have manners. Now I have a plethora of unexplained stains. God, I’m losing my mind.

“Ah.” He nods knowingly. “I take it you haven’t looked into my suggestion?”

And, here we go. “No.”

Planting his elbows on the table, he folds his hands in front of his mouth. “When are you gonna face the fact that you’re an S-type through and through?”

Want to pre-order BANG, book five in the Hard Rock Harlots series? It costs only $2.99 to own it. Kindle Unlimited subscribers can read it for FREE on October 17. What are you waiting for?

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