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15 November 2019
10 September 2017
04 July 2017
Website News and Updates
Just a word to say my website addresses have had to change again due
to technical errors (thanks Yola, you b'stards) I'd be grateful if
anyone could pass them on to anyone interested in my style of fic.
You can find Fabian Black Fiction at: https://fabianblackromance.yolasite.com/
I've posted another chapter of Hope House The Long Weekend and also a Tarn and Twinks extract. The complete Hope House novel should be out later this year, if not sooner, or later, depending on circumstances.
For those who remember where I started, writing as Cat, I've also changed Cat's MM Discipline Fiction website address. You can find it at:https://catsmmfiction.yolasite.com/
I've added the HH chaps there and, drum roll please, I shall shortly be posting a new discipline story under my pen name Cat - the first in at least a hundred years. There are other various bits and pieces on the Cat site that aren't on the Fabian Black site, some of them are a bit rough around the edges, but still hopefully enjoyable for those who enjoy traditional Top/brat style stories.
You can find Fabian Black Fiction at: https://fabianblackromance.yolasite.com/
I've posted another chapter of Hope House The Long Weekend and also a Tarn and Twinks extract. The complete Hope House novel should be out later this year, if not sooner, or later, depending on circumstances.
For those who remember where I started, writing as Cat, I've also changed Cat's MM Discipline Fiction website address. You can find it at:https://catsmmfiction.yolasite.com/
I've added the HH chaps there and, drum roll please, I shall shortly be posting a new discipline story under my pen name Cat - the first in at least a hundred years. There are other various bits and pieces on the Cat site that aren't on the Fabian Black site, some of them are a bit rough around the edges, but still hopefully enjoyable for those who enjoy traditional Top/brat style stories.
A bit of chatter. I don't write as frequently as I used to
or would like to,
that pesky thing called life has been kind of overwhelming at times over
the
past few years. I'll keep plugging away for a bit longer yet before
chucking in
the towel altogether. Things have changed so much since I first started
writing
in this crazy genre. It all started when I discovered Jimka's M/M
spanking
site. Anyone remember that? Some of the stories were a bit grubby, but
there were some gems among the dross. Then there was the much loved and
still missed
Porch. I still recall some of the writers who had fiction up on The
Porch. It
was the proudest day when I was granted my own little portion of the
porch to
showcase my fiction. They're gone now, along with others, most went down
when
Geocities pulled out and some just faded away.
Then there were Yahoo groups specialising in MM spanking stories,
sites
like Paddywhacks and Rod and Slipper along with others. They tended to
falter and fall apart when people who should have known better started
turning on each other.
Why do some people want to savage others and bring them down? I don't
get that.
People stopped posting for fear of saying the wrong thing and having
someone shoot them down in flames. There were always
a few who thought only their way was the right way. They sucked the fun
out of everything. Sigh! Life does have its
ups and downs, no doubt about it. It must be an age thing, but I
sometimes find
myself missing those heady early days when folk with the kink gene were
discovering others with the same gene thanks to the power of the WWW. I
still
think fondly of some of the readers and writers I met along the way and
often
wonder where they are now. Times change and we all move on. I guess it’s
the
nature of things.
02 January 2017
The Great All Romance Ebooks Heist
JANUARY 2017
The Hope House stories are currently unavailable to buy in serial form. They were distributed almost exclusively via All Romance Ebooks. As of 31/12/16 the All Romance Ebook store is no more. The site closed. It’s owner, Lori James, has left authors, publishers and customers in the lurch. She is refusing to pay out thousands of dollars in owed commission for the last quarter of 2016. She has also refused to allow authors and publishers to pull their files from the site and did not give customers time to download their purchased ebooks or spend their credits. Who knows what she intends to do with the IP that does not belong to her. She’s a thoroughly dishonest woman. I hope the law brings her to account, but I won’t hold my breath.
I’m sad and disheartened by the loss of yet another outlet for indie authors, and under another ugly cloud of deceit and theft. Lori James isn’t the first to betray the trust placed in her. It makes me wonder about my future as an indie writer. It’s becoming increasingly difficult to find places to sell my work. Not everyone likes buying from Smashwords, which leaves Amazon, not my favourite outlet to be honest. Amazon claims to champion indie authors, but in the end I think it will prove to be the enemy of independent authors such as myself. It wants us to virtually give our work away and seems intent on inventing ways to pay less and less commission. I’m a bit tired of being forced to offer my work for a pittance and also tired of the way Amazon allows customers to read and return ebooks for a full refund, thus leaving authors out of pocket.
The indie self-publishing revolution brought enormous diversity to the book market making available an incredible range of genres, including GLBT fiction among others. Where will all the gay lovers, vampires and shape shifters go now? What will happen to kinkster fiction? I fear that soon we will be in a situation where once again we can only read what the ‘big publishers’ want us to read, and that’s sad.
People like Lori James seemed to offer indie authors and publishers a wonderful platform to get our work out there and selling. The reality is very different. She, and others before her, simply saw an opportunity to fleece the writers who placed trust in them. At the moment it looks like Smashwords owner, Mark Coker, is the only one still flying a flag of honour for independent writers.
I think 2017 will see many independent writers question whether it is worth carrying on writing. I think a lot will decide to give up.
For those interested in the ARe scandal you can read more here:
BLOGCRITICS
The Hope House stories are currently unavailable to buy in serial form. They were distributed almost exclusively via All Romance Ebooks. As of 31/12/16 the All Romance Ebook store is no more. The site closed. It’s owner, Lori James, has left authors, publishers and customers in the lurch. She is refusing to pay out thousands of dollars in owed commission for the last quarter of 2016. She has also refused to allow authors and publishers to pull their files from the site and did not give customers time to download their purchased ebooks or spend their credits. Who knows what she intends to do with the IP that does not belong to her. She’s a thoroughly dishonest woman. I hope the law brings her to account, but I won’t hold my breath.
I’m sad and disheartened by the loss of yet another outlet for indie authors, and under another ugly cloud of deceit and theft. Lori James isn’t the first to betray the trust placed in her. It makes me wonder about my future as an indie writer. It’s becoming increasingly difficult to find places to sell my work. Not everyone likes buying from Smashwords, which leaves Amazon, not my favourite outlet to be honest. Amazon claims to champion indie authors, but in the end I think it will prove to be the enemy of independent authors such as myself. It wants us to virtually give our work away and seems intent on inventing ways to pay less and less commission. I’m a bit tired of being forced to offer my work for a pittance and also tired of the way Amazon allows customers to read and return ebooks for a full refund, thus leaving authors out of pocket.
The indie self-publishing revolution brought enormous diversity to the book market making available an incredible range of genres, including GLBT fiction among others. Where will all the gay lovers, vampires and shape shifters go now? What will happen to kinkster fiction? I fear that soon we will be in a situation where once again we can only read what the ‘big publishers’ want us to read, and that’s sad.
People like Lori James seemed to offer indie authors and publishers a wonderful platform to get our work out there and selling. The reality is very different. She, and others before her, simply saw an opportunity to fleece the writers who placed trust in them. At the moment it looks like Smashwords owner, Mark Coker, is the only one still flying a flag of honour for independent writers.
I think 2017 will see many independent writers question whether it is worth carrying on writing. I think a lot will decide to give up.
For those interested in the ARe scandal you can read more here:
BLOGCRITICS
04 June 2012
Free Kindle Read: Peter and the Wolf
Promo:
Title: Peter and the Wolf
Author: Cat/Fabian Black
Genre: M/M romantic comedy short story - 17- Adult themes
Blurb:
What’s a man to do when his partner seems to prefer housework to sex? William decides it’s time to get in touch with his alpha side when Peter shows more interest in hoovering than in him.
Excerpt:
"Peter! For Christ's sake! What are you doing now?" Will shouted, slapping the book he was reading down onto his knees.
A disembodied voice floated up the stairs and into the bedroom. "I'm just watering the plants in the hall, they're looking a bit dry. I won’t be long."
"You said that half an hour ago when you were 'just' locking up and taking out all the plugs. I've read nine chapters of this God-awful Space Wolf novel since then, and I still haven't discovered how wolf-men ended up in space."
"It can't be that awful, not if you've read nine chapters of it," said the disembodied voice reasonably, adding, "anyway, you can’t possibly have read nine chapters, not in half an hour. You must have just skimmed it, you always do that and it's cheating. No wonder you miss important details. It's probably explained how the wolf-men got into space and you've skipped over it. Go back and read it properly."
"Peter, are you actually coming up tonight, because I'm already up and I want to be down, on you, preferably before my vigour goes the way of all things and turns to dust."
"And the Barry Manilow Prize for romantic lyric of the year goes to William Jones for his lovely song: wanna go down on you before my vigour is through."
Despite his irritation Will smiled, calling, "come up to bed, smart arse."
"I'm nearly done now. I’m just cleaning the stained glass panel in the front door and then there’s the Yucca in the living room to water."
Yucca! Will sighed and picked up the garish novel again, resuming where he’d left off, with the hero trying to prevent his inner wolf letting loose a long howl at an inopportune moment. It failed to hold his interest. He closed the book, reading the heading on the front cover, which stated: 'In The Grim Darkness Of The Far Future There Is Only War!' He had to admit that it did indeed sound rather grim, but as long as there was sex, as well as war, it might not be too bad.
The hairs on the back of his neck rose as he heard the unmistakeable drone of the hoover coming from downstairs. Whereas in his case, In The Grim Darkness Of The Here And Now There Was Only Housework... and no sex!
Resisting a primeval urge to gallop downstairs and drag his partner back up them by the scruff of his neck, he flopped back on his pillows, covering his face with the book.
"I really wish we hadn't chosen a dark blue carpet for the hall, it shows all the bits. I thought I was never going to get it clean." Peter made an appearance in the bedroom at long last and lifted the book from Will’s face, smiling. "I'm all yours now. As they say, all good things come to he who waits."
"Too late." Will opened his eyes. "Joey Stefano and some of his mates called by while you were carpet cleaning and we had a gangbang, it was filthy! They sucked me dry."
Peter dropped the book back over Will's face in disgust, "you are a shit sometimes, Will. You've got no patience, all you think about is yourself. I hope poor departed Joey satisfied you, because you're not having me as a living dessert."
"What was I supposed to do?" Will threw the book on the bed and sat up. "You seemed keener on doing housework than having sex. It's not very flattering to come a poor second and third to a Yucca plant and a vacuum cleaner you know. You can't blame me for masturbating."
"I like things to be neat before I come up to bed, it helps me relax."
Turning on his side Will watched Peter undress. He was slightly underweight, he was short-sighted and at the age of twenty-eight had recently been persuaded to wear braces to straighten his crooked front teeth.
He wasn't exactly the stuff hot porn stars were made off. However, he had a certain sweetness of expression. It had captivated Will from the moment they'd met through a mutual friend. They had lived together for almost a year now and mostly it had been good, although there had been some annoying habits that had taken a bit of getting used to.
Things like the nighttime rituals Peter insisted on performing before bed. There was the locking up ritual, which entailed checking that all the downstairs windows were closed and locked, even though they rarely got opened, then checking that the front and back doors were locked, bolted and chained.
Then there was the plug habit. He pulled out all the plugs on electrical appliances, the kettle, the television, etc and so on, and then he went round again just to make sure he'd done it. It didn't matter if Will told him he had. He always had to re-check for himself. Will got used to it, choosing to view it as a quaint aspect of his partner's personality. Lately it had begun to irritate again, not least because Peter's rituals were expanding to cover things like tidying around the sitting room, washing up every object he could lay hands on, watering the plants, and now bloody hoovering.
It seemed that Peter would go to any lengths to avoid coming to bed with him, and it was time for it to stop.
He cleared his throat. "Are we having a crisis, Peter, do we need to re-evaluate our relationship?"
Peter's stomach clenched. So, it was here. This was the moment he had known would come. He folded his arms tightly across his chest and gazed at his partner. Will wasn't exactly God's gift to gay men. He was slightly overweight and hairy enough to be mistaken for the missing link. However, he had attractive blue eyes and a kind charm, which had enchanted Peter from the moment they met. He had been thrilled when Will had asked him out on a date.
He spoke stiffly, "what exactly does re-evaluate mean? Is it a pseudo way of saying our relationship is over and you want my blessing to go and seek out some easy little slut who will open his legs for you on demand? Well fine, go ahead and I hope you get crabs, you bastard!" He strode tearfully towards the bedroom door,
"I'll sleep in the spare room."
Pick up and read the entire story for free on Kindle (US)
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004AYDC6G
Author website: http://www.fabianblackromance.com/
Visit now for some great Jubilee discounts on selected titles: 60% off
Title: Peter and the Wolf
Author: Cat/Fabian Black
Genre: M/M romantic comedy short story - 17- Adult themes
Blurb:
What’s a man to do when his partner seems to prefer housework to sex? William decides it’s time to get in touch with his alpha side when Peter shows more interest in hoovering than in him.
Excerpt:
"Peter! For Christ's sake! What are you doing now?" Will shouted, slapping the book he was reading down onto his knees.
A disembodied voice floated up the stairs and into the bedroom. "I'm just watering the plants in the hall, they're looking a bit dry. I won’t be long."
"You said that half an hour ago when you were 'just' locking up and taking out all the plugs. I've read nine chapters of this God-awful Space Wolf novel since then, and I still haven't discovered how wolf-men ended up in space."
"It can't be that awful, not if you've read nine chapters of it," said the disembodied voice reasonably, adding, "anyway, you can’t possibly have read nine chapters, not in half an hour. You must have just skimmed it, you always do that and it's cheating. No wonder you miss important details. It's probably explained how the wolf-men got into space and you've skipped over it. Go back and read it properly."
"Peter, are you actually coming up tonight, because I'm already up and I want to be down, on you, preferably before my vigour goes the way of all things and turns to dust."
"And the Barry Manilow Prize for romantic lyric of the year goes to William Jones for his lovely song: wanna go down on you before my vigour is through."
Despite his irritation Will smiled, calling, "come up to bed, smart arse."
"I'm nearly done now. I’m just cleaning the stained glass panel in the front door and then there’s the Yucca in the living room to water."
Yucca! Will sighed and picked up the garish novel again, resuming where he’d left off, with the hero trying to prevent his inner wolf letting loose a long howl at an inopportune moment. It failed to hold his interest. He closed the book, reading the heading on the front cover, which stated: 'In The Grim Darkness Of The Far Future There Is Only War!' He had to admit that it did indeed sound rather grim, but as long as there was sex, as well as war, it might not be too bad.
The hairs on the back of his neck rose as he heard the unmistakeable drone of the hoover coming from downstairs. Whereas in his case, In The Grim Darkness Of The Here And Now There Was Only Housework... and no sex!
Resisting a primeval urge to gallop downstairs and drag his partner back up them by the scruff of his neck, he flopped back on his pillows, covering his face with the book.
"I really wish we hadn't chosen a dark blue carpet for the hall, it shows all the bits. I thought I was never going to get it clean." Peter made an appearance in the bedroom at long last and lifted the book from Will’s face, smiling. "I'm all yours now. As they say, all good things come to he who waits."
"Too late." Will opened his eyes. "Joey Stefano and some of his mates called by while you were carpet cleaning and we had a gangbang, it was filthy! They sucked me dry."
Peter dropped the book back over Will's face in disgust, "you are a shit sometimes, Will. You've got no patience, all you think about is yourself. I hope poor departed Joey satisfied you, because you're not having me as a living dessert."
"What was I supposed to do?" Will threw the book on the bed and sat up. "You seemed keener on doing housework than having sex. It's not very flattering to come a poor second and third to a Yucca plant and a vacuum cleaner you know. You can't blame me for masturbating."
"I like things to be neat before I come up to bed, it helps me relax."
Turning on his side Will watched Peter undress. He was slightly underweight, he was short-sighted and at the age of twenty-eight had recently been persuaded to wear braces to straighten his crooked front teeth.
He wasn't exactly the stuff hot porn stars were made off. However, he had a certain sweetness of expression. It had captivated Will from the moment they'd met through a mutual friend. They had lived together for almost a year now and mostly it had been good, although there had been some annoying habits that had taken a bit of getting used to.
Things like the nighttime rituals Peter insisted on performing before bed. There was the locking up ritual, which entailed checking that all the downstairs windows were closed and locked, even though they rarely got opened, then checking that the front and back doors were locked, bolted and chained.
Then there was the plug habit. He pulled out all the plugs on electrical appliances, the kettle, the television, etc and so on, and then he went round again just to make sure he'd done it. It didn't matter if Will told him he had. He always had to re-check for himself. Will got used to it, choosing to view it as a quaint aspect of his partner's personality. Lately it had begun to irritate again, not least because Peter's rituals were expanding to cover things like tidying around the sitting room, washing up every object he could lay hands on, watering the plants, and now bloody hoovering.
It seemed that Peter would go to any lengths to avoid coming to bed with him, and it was time for it to stop.
He cleared his throat. "Are we having a crisis, Peter, do we need to re-evaluate our relationship?"
Peter's stomach clenched. So, it was here. This was the moment he had known would come. He folded his arms tightly across his chest and gazed at his partner. Will wasn't exactly God's gift to gay men. He was slightly overweight and hairy enough to be mistaken for the missing link. However, he had attractive blue eyes and a kind charm, which had enchanted Peter from the moment they met. He had been thrilled when Will had asked him out on a date.
He spoke stiffly, "what exactly does re-evaluate mean? Is it a pseudo way of saying our relationship is over and you want my blessing to go and seek out some easy little slut who will open his legs for you on demand? Well fine, go ahead and I hope you get crabs, you bastard!" He strode tearfully towards the bedroom door,
"I'll sleep in the spare room."
Pick up and read the entire story for free on Kindle (US)
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004AYDC6G
Author website: http://www.fabianblackromance.com/
Visit now for some great Jubilee discounts on selected titles: 60% off
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