Monthly Archives: October 2018

Sneak Peek: Pony Boot Camp — Part Forty-Five

Once again – and maybe for the last time where I live – it’s the Hour of the Horse, my favourite made-up holiday which is surprisingly still not a “thing”. And what’s the best way to celebrate such an event? Right, a brand-new chapter of Pony Boot Camp! And what is the second-best way to celebrate? Right again, a Sneak Peek of a brand-new chapter! Here you go…! Continue reading

Der See

Der See (“The Lake”) is the German translation of my little thriller The Writer, published earlier this year. It is a story of which I am particularly fond, mainly because of its “tight” writing and the way it asks the reader to do some backtracking and blank-filling on their own.

Der See

Eine Autostunde entfernt in Richtung der Berge liegt ein See. Ein ruhiger, schöner Flecken Erde, fast wie ein norwegischer Fjord. Unzählige Seiten füllte ich dort, seitdem ich das Schreiben ernsthaft betreibe. Da mein Foto nun auf Buchumschläge gedruckt wird, bin ich wohl tatsächlich ein ernsthafter Schreiberling geworden. Der kräftige Vorschuß, den ich für mein zweites Buch bekommen habe, spricht auch nicht unbedingt dagegen.

Drei Monate, nachdem mein Debütroman veröffentlicht wurde, gehe ich wieder zur Schule, und wenn auch nur für eine Nacht. Nur, um mal zu schauen, wer fett, wer verheiratet und wer sonst noch berühmt geworden ist während der letzten zehn Jahre. Continue reading

Soul in Chains

Soul in Chains

“Why you of all willing flesh?”

“Because there is no-one willing to go to as great a length as I am.”

The Man surveyed her answer. Rated it. Catalogued it. The Man would catalogued them all, no mistake, and use them in any way he saw fit.


20th March

Her alias was as classy as it was truthful – “eternalbonds”. Honest. Lower case. A bit clingy for, say, a dating site, but a dark promise on the forum opening up in Bethany’s browser. Once logged in, she studied the sub-fora’s titles with rising heartbeat.

Welcome, Announcements and Technical Stuff were quickly dismissed. With a click she teleported her digital self into BDSM. Whipping had its own area, as well as Ponyplay. Bethany had no interest in the fleeting pleasure of being whipped, and she didn’t want to play, neither as pony nor as human being. Choosing Bondage, she kept the cursor hovering over the button to create a new thread. Continue reading