This blog contains details of my books, stories that anyone can read free of charge, views on various topics surrounding erotica – just the sort of thing you would expect. It’s wide-ranging, but one single page draws nearly 80% of visits to the blog. It’s this page. Take a look and you’ll see that this page is a free story and the title of the story is Alice’s Gangbang. That’s right – I’m getting large numbers of visitors every day who want to read a story about a woman being raped. How do they find it? They Google the word “gangbang” or some phrase containing that word. What at first surprised me and now, frankly, depresses me is the sheer number of people – men – all over the world who are using Google to find stories about women being demeaned, hurt – or worse. What the hell is the matter with these men?

I don’t hate men – you can see that if you listen to this extract from my contemporary romance, Lovers in Their Fashion. In it, Merrill – an American woman – is imagining telling her friend Alice (the heroine, and, yes, I do seem to have been hung up on the name Alice) about her love for Bolivian Tony Frejus. What could be more affectionate than that sweet, loving extract? It grieves me that so many men (and, no, I don’t mean all men; I know better than that) hate women so much that they get pleasure from the idea of taking them violently. As it happens, I have the last laugh because, when they get to the end of Alice’s Gangbang, they see the price the rapist-in-chief pays for his crime. Read it – it won’t cost you anything – and you’ll see what I mean.

There. Rant over. I’m glad I got that off my chest.