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If you haven’t read “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale” you can sign up for this amazing giveaway created by Naughty Book Snitch here. This weekend is the last chance because the giveaway ends on July 4th at midnight.

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Reading “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale” is a great way to warm up for my new book “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity” which was just released and is already getting great 5 Star reviews.

And if you miss the giveaway, the Kindle edition of “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale” has now been reduced to just $1.24! Here’s the link to the new reduced Kindle edition: amzn.to/1lvdAcN

Hold your hats and happy reading!

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Here’s some of what Sylvia Storm has to say about “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity”:

“It is wonderful to see the genre take on deeper meanings and subjects

This is well-written, wonderfully told, and a gripping account of a woman wrestling with sexuality and what that means to her. When I say sexuality I mean its power over others, and its power over her. The difficult situations are used to explore this power and her feelings about using it, both what it does to others and what it does to herself. You do get the feeling of the meaninglessness of sex forced or used to comfort, and this is a good thing that helps drive the book’s message of love home.

The cover is simple, pretty, and it reflects the dark themes of the book.

I told you this was a difficult book. Some books are fantasies and escapes, and they let you fly free from life or a moment or two. Other books inspire reflection and thought, and this book clearly falls into the latter – at least for me. There is a great examination of “good pussy and bad pussy” in the books in this series, and I feel that this theme of sex as a force for good, or as a force for bad, is worth bringing into your consciousness and thinking about. It is also worth discussing and reading, as I do not normally read books like this, but they do inspire me to think.

I liked it though, even the parts I didn’t like, I understood – and I did feel they belonged. The abuse, the mistakes, everything – these reflect us as sexual beings and the same things which happen in our lives. Sex is not always magically porn-movie perfect, and I support works like this that explore imperfect lives. Through these, we find ourselves. This is one you have to stick with until the end, as tough as it gets that redemption is there. Very nice work.

A strong recommend this one for readers interested in difficult themes, the meaning of sex in erotic romance, and readers interested in details of emotional survival. Overall, a book important not so much for the heat and erotic content as the message, reflections on sexuality, and hopeful spirit it communicates.”

For the full review, see: http://ereaderotica.com/?p=5326

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First there was one – and now there are two Good Pussy Bad Pussy books! 20150617_155622_resized The new book – entitled “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity” – was released today worldwide. So yes, it’s official. Rachel and her magical pussy are back! And the big question for many is – as Mindy Naughty Book Snitch asks in her new 5 Star review of the new book: “Does Rachel have a magical pussy? I’m really starting to think that her Good Pussy Bad Pussy secretes a magical essence that makes people fall to their knees and become lust filled zombies that have to have a taste of the Rachel.” Well to answer the question, I guess you’ll just have to read the book and find out for yourself! You can download the Kindle immediately here: http://amzn.to/1LKFsC0 Hope you enjoy the ride / read!

Or order the printed book here. http://amzn.to/1C0O07R

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Mindy – the Naughty Book Snitch – is the first blogger to review “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity”. Here is some of what she had to say about the new book.

Mindy starts by saying “Mutha Fucka she did it again!! Loved this book :)”

And then there comes a long bit where Mindy reveals quite a bit of the story so I’m leaving that out here because I don’t want to spoil the book for anyone.

Then Mindy goes on to say: “The rest of the book is flawless. It’s hard to express how fucked up and awesome it is. I don’t trust any of the characters except Albert and Rachel’s mom. And I don’t know how Rachel or her family will ever be able to deal with or recover from this. The Buddhist monastery is an interesting piece of the story and I have some unanswered questions about all of that. Is Rachel going to tell Albert about what happened there?

Another question that has me scratching my head. Does Rachel have a magical pussy? I’m really starting to think that her Good Pussy Bad Pussy secretes a magical essence that makes people fall to their knees and become lust filled zombies that have to have a taste of the Rachel. So speaking of Rachel’s magical vagina, let’s talk about sex. The sex is good, graphic and frequent. Good Pussy Bad Pussy has an insatiable appetite and she is just as hungry in this one. However, as I mentioned before, there is rape and it makes my heart hurt when I read about it. I can’t really elaborate on this, so if you read this I’ll let you make up your own mind.

Overall, this book is amazing! In Captivity is enthralling, riveting, suspenseful and powerful. There are lots of hot and steamy sex scenes that will have your naughty bits tingling, confused and excited. The story is well written, inventive and captivating. The characters are well developed and the storyline is unique and heart gripping. The sex is really good and sometimes healing, but reader beware… there is graphic and detailed rape and blackmail. I still think the cost of the ebook is a little high for my liking, but this is a really good read and I highly recommend it.”

Thanks Mindy!

To read the full review – go to her blog here: http://bit.ly/1JjkJHN

 

 

 

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Here is a glimpse of Rachel and Albert from “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity”.

The Melody That Played in His Heart

The melody that played in his heart was the same as the melody that played in hers. Though he did not know it, nor did she. But there was something about the electricity that arose between them when he touched her and she touched him that awakened in them a depth of desire and passion that neither of them had known before.

“Rachel,” he whispered softly as his hands found her breasts and their lips met, his manhood pulsing against her. If he had wanted to keep his heart at a distance, it was already too late. There was just something about her. Something about her uncanny ability to be present – to actually be there – that had brought Albert to his knees and made all his worldly success seem insignificant.

But he didn’t notice or care: all he noticed and knew was the singing of his heart, a song that sounded like a great symphony in his ears.

And it was the same for her. When all the Light broke over her, she knew he had led her to another realm, a parallel Universe where she would want to linger all of her days.

Her radiant hair was sumptuous in his eyes and in hers and his delight (and hers) made her tingle all over. She looked into his eyes and did not flinch because even though she might have seemed confused and insecure in this new world where she now lived and lingered, at some deeper level, she knew exactly who she was – and in some mysterious way, he understood this too and respected her for it.

It was as if she had an inner compass that would never fail her. An inner compass that knew the way. It was as if she knew, at some deeper level, that if she stuck to the love, kept going in the direction of love, it would somehow carry her through – regardless of the cost, regardless of the storms.

And it was as if he knew it too… knew that she knew… and so, somehow, in some mysterious, roundabout way, it was he who clung to her. Because the weak may at times conquer the strong (even though it often looks otherwise).

“Albert,” she whispered softly in his ear and he tingled all over in anticipation, hearing that great symphony in his ears. So he trembled ever so slightly as he stood and embraced her, smoothing down her sumptuous hair as he was wont to do. And his soul said ‘aaahh’ as she let him wrap his arms around her and the blissful sigh resonated through his being.

Then after they slid into his big bed, she lay open and peaceful and perfectly still, arms above her head as he entered her. And as she let herself fall deeper and deeper into some marvelous, miraculous Universe of Bliss, he came rushing headlong after her, amazed at where they were headed. Headlong… headstrong… into the Blinding Light.

And though it might not have been apparent to all, for those who had eyes to see, it was obvious that in the infinity of all things, purity and love are the strongest…

In the infinity of all things, that is…

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In the run-up to the release of my new book “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity” on June 26th, you might want to read (or re-read) the first book “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale” just to warm up and get your juices flowing!

Lots of people are loving “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale”, which editor and publisher Guy Hogan of the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette says is “a perfect example of sex as art and entertainment”. And then he adds the book is “a must read for all who appreciate the mysteries of sexuality and the human condition”.

You can also sign up for the Goodreads giveaway of “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale” which is running now until June 18. Just click here to sign up: http://bit.ly/1FFLQFK

In my new book, “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity”, the beautiful and naïve Rachel is once again challenged because just when she thinks she can settle down with the man of her dreams, life takes a sudden, dramatic turn. Then in the flash of the eye, Rachel finds herself getting sucked into a web of dangerous deceit and sexual intrigue.

Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity cover

From the House of Sin on Cap Ferrat to an isolated Buddhist monastery in the mountains of upstate New York, Rachel is once again on the battle field of our times, both sexually and emotionally. Then, in a blinding flash of insight that lays bare the haunted alleyways of her soul, Rachel realizes that things are not what they seem to be. Will she find her way out of captivity or will she remain in the shackles of the old world order?

In the course of the book, Rachel faces many dilemmas and difficult questions and must ask herself, what is she really experiencing? Is it love or abuse? Is it liberation or bondage? Is she really free or not? And who is making these choices for her? How much of all that happens to her is based on social programming and negative social norms about sex?

You can pre-order the book on Amazon here: http://amzn.to/19aUrr6

Or order the printed book on Amazon UK here: http://amzn.to/1IGMKoY

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The sky was so very blue the day his heart cracked open. So very blue.

“Come home with me, Rachel,” he said. “Please.”

She was silent for a very long moment. They were sitting in his Porsche, overlooking the Mediterranean. It was October on the French Riviera. He held his breath.

“But I can’t” she whispered softly. “You know I can’t.”

And yes, it was true, he did know it. He knew she couldn’t. In fact, he’d even said it from the beginning – that she would have to go back. But still he felt how the shaft of pain tore at his heart. And even if he knew that he knew it all along, even if he knew it from the beginning, he remembered the softness of her skin in his big white bed. She had been a delicate flower, somehow fresh and vulnerable and new for him in a way that he’d never experienced before.

Her lips were warm and sensual. Her breasts, lovely, perfect. Her pussy, waiting, welcoming… And then there was her presence, her fluidity, her openness. The sumptuous hair that framed her lovely face.

It took his breath away. She took his breath away. She was so there, so right for him. Why did she have to go?

They had had two days of uninterrupted magic, strangely enough, in the midst of all the turmoil and chaos. When time stood still. An anomaly – as if a freak of nature had occurred, or so it seemed, when the Universe stood still for them. And for those two days out of time, Albert and Rachel had belonged utterly to each other.

For some strange reason, he remembered her sitting by his pool, dangling her feet in the water. He wanted to take her in his arms, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. He sensed the gathering of tears in her eyes, tears that did not come.

“Oh Rachel,” he sighed. “We were doing so nicely…” The sky was so very blue that day. “… so nicely,” he said again as his words disappeared into the very blueness of that October sky.

He was no longer sure if the tears he felt coming were in his eyes or hers, so entwined were they at that moment. So incredible had their meeting been, however short lived it was.

Truly you cannot know what’s in another’s heart, he thought, and yet at that moment, he was quite sure he did. Quite sure he knew Rachel and knew what she was thinking and feeling as if she was his very own self. The silence between them was deep and loving.

But then her words cut through the warm October air, waking him from his dream of love undying, “You were right from the beginning, Albert, I have to go back… I have to.”

When he heard her words, he turned on the engine and drove fiercely back to the hotel where she was staying with Stefan. He didn’t say another word, but there was real pain in his eyes when he kissed her goodbye.

Two days later, she had gone back to Amsterdam on her own, leaving Albert and Stefan behind.

Excerpt from the new book “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity” by A. Aimee. To be released on June 26, 2015. Available for pre-order on Amazon now:  http://amzn.to/19aUrr6

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“When I made love to Stefan. I knew it in my heart… I knew and understood that I had gone to a space beyond good pussy bad pussy… gone to a space beyond… because…

Real Love is unconditional.

Real Love is beyond borders.

Real Love is beyond names.

Real Love is Universal, all embracing, free.

Real Love is free flowing. Free flowing love.

Real Love is liberation.

Liberation from bondage.

Liberation from the prison of ideas.

Liberation from pain.

Liberation. Into the flow of Life.

(photo: Egotastic.com)

Feeling the free-flowing Life Force.

Love!

And there I was, feeling it again.

Feeling the Love coursing through my veins… in and through me!

Alive! Moving! Breathing! Alive!

No ownership, no yours or mine, no this or that.

Just free and unlimited, free and unlimited Bliss.

Beyond the cage of words, beyond limitation, beyond good or bad.

Beyond you belong to me and I belong to you.

Beyond good pussy bad pussy… beyond…

A Divine Knowing, a Divine Certainty…

That this is Love… Love! Unconditional Love!

The free flowing of Life.

The free expression of Life.

The free movement of it in and through me.

The bliss of that, the joy of that, the present moment awareness of that…

LOVE!

FREEDOM!

FREE!

Even if only for a little while…”

Excerpt from “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity” by A. Aimee

Amazon link: http://amzn.to/1IGMKoY

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We never really know where our life is going to lead us, do we? Sometimes we are in complete control, sometimes another guiding, driving force compels us into…

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It was her innocence that brought him to his knees. It might have seemed that he was a powerful man, in control, but her softness, naivety, and openness were far more powerful than his seemingly worldly savoir faire. Was it a cruel twist of fate or poetic justice that it turned out that it was him, Albert, who was afraid of taking the plunge. He – the man of so much confidence and bravado – was the one who was afraid of leaping into the unknown.

Her wonderful, sumptuous chestnut hair framed her lovely face, but still he trembled inside, knowing it was truly she, this green-eyed beauty he hardly knew, who was leading him into uncharted waters.

It was so unexpected, it had taken him by surprise.

But he had to admit he was the one who was awestruck, trembling on the brink. But how could it be? How could a man like Albert Giovanni end up here?

The first time he fucked her, that very night, that very first night, it had just been business as usual. The usual good fuck as he was wont to do. A fast, professional fuck where they both came hard and fast, giving satisfaction to both. And when it was done, he thought it was done. Over. Another fast fuck with another beautiful woman, as had been his way.

He rolled over in the big, low bed and sighed. Closed in upon himself. Self-satisfied. But then the strangest thing happened; it just did.

And he found himself, to his own great and everlasting surprise, turning slowly towards her again on that low bed of his. He was quite sure, quite positive in fact, that he was not doing the turning. It was as if the turning towards her was happening by itself. It was definitely not something he decided to do. Definitely not something he planned or even wanted… but it was happening anyway. And as it unfolded, he watched as he began to make love to Rachel again, slowly and gently this time.

‘Whatever am I doing?’ he thought, as he caressed her and heard her sigh. But things felt different when he touched her this time, he noticed; they just did. So he continued.

‘This is another kind of love-making,’ he thought. A kind of love-making he hadn’t tasted before. Because it felt different. It just did. It felt… somehow real. Yes, real. Like heartfelt or like… well he wasn’t quite sure how it felt because it was something he’d never actually felt before. So how could he know something he’d never known before. Never tasted before… But it was happening anyway. Despite himself. Regardless of himself. Regardless. It seemed to have its own life.

‘What’s going on?’ he thought as he felt the sea air change around him. ‘What is this…’ But it was beyond his control.

It was as if a great tide from a great ocean was coming thundering in and washing over him. Bringing with it, this mysterious sea change which was sweeping through his heart.

There was no denying it.

There was a wind coming up, a great powerful wind from somewhere, from somewhere unknown and far away, from some great depth that he had within him that he’d never experienced before.

So he stopped, even though he was deep inside her, and swept back her sumptuous chestnut hair and looked into those mysterious green eyes of hers. And when he looked, he was surprised to find she was actually there. Looking back at him, meeting him there where he was, not flinching, not wavering. Just there, fully present with him, a soft smile on her lips.

‘She’s actually here with me,’ he heard the words echoing inside his head. ‘She’s actually here… present… present… ‘

That was when he knew something profound was happening between them and he felt her open and allow him to reach her depths. He was quite unprepared for how it felt. Quite stunned. It was as if the wind was rushing in his ears, making his heart tremble. And he knew he’d been allowed to enter some sacred space, as an inexplicable unleashing of universal forces that were beyond his control took place.

From my new book “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity”.  To be released on June 26, 2015. You can pre-order the book on Amazon here: http://amzn.to/19aUrr6

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