Self Publish Now By E. Van Lowe


Self Publish Now: The Underground Playbook to Get You Writing, Finishing, and Self-Published NOW


By E. Van Lowe




Genre: Non-fiction/Self-help
Publisher: EViL E Books
Date of Publication: May 2, 2018
Number of pages: 67
Word Count: 16,043
Cover Artist:  Venkateshvinod
Book Description:
This tiny book contains my step-by-step, easy to follow system for getting your book written and self-published NOW. It’s probably the most complete, no-nonsense guide to self-publishing available.
I take you on my personal journey, from an abject failure living in the Bronx with no future to speak of to becoming the writer I always dreamed of being–writing bestselling books, movies, and hit TV shows. I tell you how I went from dreamer to having money in the bank and fans around the world.
I tell you in my straight forward style what’s holding you back from writing success, and give you the kick in the butt, plus all the tools you need to self-publish NOW. I tell you how I got where I am, but more importantly, how you can get there. 
It was 7:30 a.m.
Monday morning. The alarm clock had gone off half an hour ago, yet no matter
what I told myself, I just couldn’t get out of bed. I should have gotten up and
started getting ready for work as soon as the clock went off.  That was normally how I did it.
Something was
As I lay there,
I took inventory of myself. I wasn’t sick. It wasn’t a hangover. Truth is, I
wasn’t actually tired, although every muscle in my body seemed wracked with
fatigue.  I was sweating.
I thought back
to Sunday morning.  I felt great when I
got up on Sunday.  I was up early.  I read the paper, I played with my son, and
we all went to church. 
We had brunch in
Manhattan after church, and spent the warm afternoon in Central Park near the
Merry-go-round.  My son loved to go to
the merry-go-round. He didn’t like to ride it. He said it made him dizzy, but he
loved being in the presence of all the energy exuded by the kids. He feasted on
Around 4 p.m. I
started feeling a bit sluggish.  It
increased gradually, and by bedtime, I was exhausted. I had developed flu like
As I lay there
that Monday morning, I realized it was around 4 p.m. Sunday afternoon when I
started thinking about my job.  On Sunday
evening as I prepared my route for the following day, I started feeling a sense
of dread. 
I quickly
diagnosed myself with a malaise felt by millions nationwide. My illness was
that I dreaded going to work. I hated my job.
I asked myself
“how did this happen?”  I had a dream
job.  At least it was a dream job for a
guy from where I’m from. I was the envy of all my friends. I was both proud and
excited when I landed the job a few years earlier.  Back then, I couldn’t wait to go out into the
field. WHAT had changed?
Hi, my name is
Ehrich Van Lowe (pronounced Eric. My friends call me E.) and I am a writer.
I’ve spent most of my working career writing professionally, and loving
it.  I’ve written for big publishers,
small publishers and I’ve self-published. I’ve written blog posts and articles
in magazines.
I’ve written for
the theater, I’ve written poetry, and I’ve written for TV and film. I’ve won
many writing awards including being nominated for the Emmy Award and the Oscar,
all for my writing.  I have written
bestselling novels and hit TV shows. I am a working writer who has had, and
still enjoys a wonderful and rewarding career.
But on that
morning, a long time ago, I was a twenty-three year-old nobody who had
abandoned my dreams.
 If you are a writer trying to figure it all
out, or a failed writer, or a would be writer, I wrote this book for you. I
hope you will read it from beginning to end. There are a few things I’d like to
tell you that I believe can help launch your writing career, and keep you from
years of not realizing your dream.


Much of what you
are about to read in this book you have never heard before.  Some of it you have, but not from me. The
purpose of this book is to get you comfortable with the idea that you, yes YOU,
can actually become a published author and make money. It’s also to give you
some tools you can use to get your writing career going, and not just going,
but going quickly and successfully.
About the Author:
Ehrich Van Lowe, aka E. Van Lowe is an award winning television writer, screenwriter, bestselling novelist, and writing coach with over 30 years earning his living as a writer. He is a six figure author, and a seven figure entrepreneur. He knows how to be successful.  He has taken clients from having no knowledge of the business, to earning a living, to becoming bestselling authors.
Twitter @Evanlowe


The Red Queen by S. Nano


The Red Queen
Adventures in Fetishland
Book One


S. Nano


Genre: BDSM/Fetish/Fantasy
Publisher: eXcessica
Date of Publication: 18th May 2018
Word Count: 78,000
Cover Artist: Kevin Blisse
Tagline: A girl’s journey into submission in a BDSM/fetish fantasy world.
Book Description:
In this BDSM reinvention of Alice in Wonderland, Kim’s life takes an unexpected twist when she is taken from the massage parlour where she works into a fetish fantasy world ruled over by the Red Queen, a powerful dominatrix.
There, an intense psychological drama is played out between the two women as Kim enters a journey into submission.
The Red Queen assumes different characters who torment Kim in a series of trials ranging from the funny and strange to the sadistic and erotic. Kim is lured deeper into this world by hints the Red Queen knows something about her past.
Why has she been chosen to serve this powerful female? Why is the Red Queen so interested in her? When Kim finally finds out the truth, it is shocking and bizarre.
Wow, this book starts off hot and it doesn’t let up for a moment – Raunchy Reader
This is a powerful read, and one that demands you submit yourself to the power of the tale– Bending the Bookshelf
This book grabbed my attention from the first page and had me staying up late in the night to read more…Uber hot book. Whew!! – Erzabet Enchantments
O.M.G!! This book is kinky and hot.  – Books, Books and More Books
The metal tips
of her stiletto shoes clicked against the black-and-white chequer-board floor
tiles; each step instinctively, without thought or effort, alternating between
black and white. As she made her stately progress across the tiled floor, she
mused on the aptness of the symbolism that reflected the extremities of the
world she inhabited and held sway over: darkness and light, cruelty and
kindness, pain and pleasure, humiliation and reward. She commanded over her
domain like a chess master playing a twisted and beautifully imagined chess
game in which she, the Red Queen with a black heart, orchestrated proceedings
and her slaves were pawns. She stood before her gothic mirror and admired her
image reflected within its black cast-iron frame. The Queen of Hearts was
“How do I look
Duchess?” she asked, turning to her transvestite companion and lady-in-waiting.
“I’m speechless,
madam, really I am. You look absolutely stunning, a true fetish red queen,” she
She examined her
image in the mirror carefully appraising every detail of her dress and make-up
to ensure it met her exacting standards. She held her body upright and smoothed
the shiny metallic red PVC panel of the ankle-length skirt, straightened her
ruby encrusted tiara and made a final adjustment to the black heart-shaped
choker around her neck. Yes, she thought, she looked perfect. 
She turned and
stepped off the black-and-white floor tiles taking a few steps to face one of
the male slaves who served in her realm. His wrists were secured with leather
cuffs, which had a rope attached to them and threaded through a metal ring
fixed into the ceiling pulled tight so that his arms were stretched out. His
ankles were similarly bound in leather cuffs and secured to rings set in the
floor, his legs stretched just wide enough to cause discomfort but for the
soles of his feet to lie flat on the black carpeted floor.
Hanging from him
his balls was a large cast-iron ball weight forged into the letter ‘N’. ‘N’ for
Nemesis, the Queen of Hearts smiled to herself, the name taken from the Greek
goddess of fate and retribution and one of the personas she adopted in the
fetish fantasy realm she had created and ruled over. She lifted the weight up
and traced her finger along the letter and then let it drop heavily. The
blindfolded man gasped as the velocity of the falling weight stretched his
balls. The Red Queen merely laughed sadistically at his predicament. She
gestured to the Duchess who, silently and secretly, stood behind her helpless
victim and lifted the blindfold from his eyes to reveal the vision of his mistress
transformed into the Queen of Hearts.
The cruel
piercing blue eyes, framed in ruby streaked ebony hair, met her victim’s as the
blindfold was removed permitting him to feast his eyes on her. He gasped and
then moaned in homage at the formidable and ravishing presence before him. She
stood there, her heaving cleavage held tight in a shiny electric red PVC bodice
festooned with black hearts and framed with a ruff in gold. This is the part I
love, she mused. The look in their eyes when she reveals herself; that look of
mesmerised devotion mixed with fear, fear of the unknown, fear of the seductive
torment they know she is capable of inflicting on them. 
“So, are you
ready to submit to the Queen of Hearts?” her voice whispered with more than a
hint of playfulness mingled with the malice.
“Yes mistress,”
was the breathless reply.
“Mistress?” the
inflection of her voice was raised and indignant, “Do you think that’s the
correct form of address for the Red Queen?”
“No your
majesty. I mean your majesty. Of course, I mean your majesty.”


About the Author:


S. Nano is a writer of erotic stories with dark and exotic content in fantasy or historical settings drawing on the themes of female domination, BDSM and fetish but often with a seam of quirky humour running through them.
Adventures in Fetishland Book One: The Red Queen is the 2nd edition of his first full length novel. ‘Mistress of the Air’, a comic, Steampunk, erotic adventure and ‘La Contessa’ a BDSM novel set in 18th century Venice have also been published by eXcessica. His novellas and short stories have been published by Xcite Books, House of Erotica, Forbidden Fiction, Coming Together and Greenwoman Publishing.
He is a regular participant in reading slams at ‘Smut by the Sea’ and similar events in the UK, contributing a workshop ‘Kinking Up the Past’, on getting inspiration for erotic stories in historical settings, in 2015.
He has been known to dress up as a Fetish Hatter to promote his work.

Only the Beginning by Daphne Dubois




Only the Beginning
Daphne Dubois

Genre: Contemporary Romance




Publisher: Wild Rose Press
Date of Publication: 25 April 2018
ISBN: 978-1-5092-2034-2
ASIN: 978-1-5092-2035-9
Number of pages: 264
Word Count: 63,300
Tagline: Taking your best friend’s place on a blind date to let the guy down easy was the plan, taking him to bed wasn’t!
Book Description:
After a heartbreaking betrayal, Melissa Legacy shuns romance. So when her best friend joins the Lovers Oasis website and fears her fiancé will find out, Melissa agrees to meet the anonymous Romeo, prepared to explain her friend’s change of heart—then she sees him.
Failing restaurant entrepreneur, Craig Wheaton hasn’t been home since his mother’s tragic death. Now he’s back to confront his demons and stand beside his brother as best man. Dreading the reunion, he agrees to meet his avatar lover, but at the last moment he reconsiders the arrangement—until he lays eyes on her.
When Craig assumes Melissa is his online consort, she impulsively plays along, resulting in an afternoon of unexpected intimacy. But with Melissa using her friend’s identity and Craig dealing with a family fallout, is a future together impossible, or will they discover that love at first sight is Only the Beginning?
Melissa blinked
a few times, trying to remember the dream. A sense of bliss made her smile into
the pillow. She was warm and the bed covers were tucked around her like a
cocoon. It must be Saturday, she thought.
There was a
shift in the bed behind her, followed by a low sigh.
She froze. In a
series of flashing images, it all came back.
The pub. Craig.
The intense stare of his eyes. The way he’d kissed her as he unzipped the back
of her skirt. He made her feel like she was the most desirable woman on the
planet, that there was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep touching her.
And she’d
reciprocated, opening up to him, losing all her inhibitions. She imagined this
was what Lovers’ Oasis was like. The anonymity combined with the fantasy
created a freedom Melissa had never experienced before, not ever.
But now reality
set in. She’d woken naked, next to a man she barely knew and the earlier
courage she’d felt—the reckless delirious abandonment that augmented her
physical enjoyment of the afternoon encounter—had morphed into terrified
There was only
one choice—she had to leave before he woke. Slowly, she slipped one leg out,
her foot searching for the floor. Then she inched her way to the edge of the
bed, carefully making sure not to jostle the mattress.
She stood,
completely naked, looking down at Craig. He was on his back, one hand was on
his chest gently rising and falling as he slept. The sheets pooled at his
waist. His face was completely relaxed, his mouth opened slightly, lips parted.
A warmth began
to stir inside her, remembering how those lips felt. He’d memorized each of her
breasts with his tongue as his fingers slipped down her belly then nestled
between her thighs. She’d come for him, then. So quickly…so easily.
Her purse buzzed
from the floor making Melissa jump. It sounded like a marching band had
exploded through the door. She crouched down and lunged for the purse, grabbing
the phone and silencing it. Melissa waited, but there was no movement from the
bed. A quiet breath eased through her pursed lips. She read her phone; there
were multiple messages from Brooke. The last one was marked “urgent.”
—Where are you?—


About the Author:
Daphne Dubois writes contemporary romance and believes the right book at the right time can make all the difference. When she’s not putting her characters in compromising positions (ahem), she works as a registered nurse. A member of the Writer’s Federation of Nova Scotia, she lives in Eastern Canada, the most romantic place in the world.
Twitter: @br_myers


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