I'll send the wolves that hunt at night, charging through the shadows with a thunderous whisper, tickling the air with fetid breath that smells of death. Teeth glint like steel in the moonlight, howls calling for blood. They hunt within the dark, blackish coats reflecting hell fire. One bite and you're forever theirs, forever mine. Don't fight the wolves, give in to the sinful desire. I am the wolf. I am Christian Jensen.
It’s been a long time since I posted but something happened
to me yesterday that I felt needed to be explored. As most of you know I have
been working on both my solo projects and a combined library with fellow
prolific author Cassandre Dayne. Our writing styles are so similar, as is our
personalities, wants, needs, and desires, that we mesh nearly seamlessly. We
have written three books in the past month, all of them around seventy thousand
words. Each of these books is dark, twisted, and very fucked up. I’ll speak
more on this in a few moments, but first I want to discuss what happened
To do this I have to go back two weeks. One of the reasons I
don’t post to my blog anymore is because I had to take a regular day job. I
work as a mechanic of sorts, fixing broken things and getting very greasy and
dirty. While working a couple weeks ago I met a young woman, very attractive
and seemingly sweet. She was an artist and we got to talking about her art and
my books. We exchanged phone numbers and began to text each other occasionally.
Then yesterday she went into a tangent about how much her
boss pisses her off and the horrible things she wants to do to him. Strangely
that conversation moved rather quickly from the torturous things she wants to
do to her boss and to the things she wants me to do to her. These included
spanking and choking, bondage and punishment. She wants to choke on my cock
while I hang her head off the bed and smack her pussy until she is swollen.
I, of course, played right along with it and make no mistake
I will have this girl on the end of a leash within the week. I’ll be doing all
of these things and so much more. The thing I thought was striking though was
how quickly she picked up on who and what I am. How did she know I would do
these things? How did she know I wouldn’t simply end communicating with her
once she displayed her special kind of kink? It was a big chance and she didn’t
do it slowly. She didn’t prepare me in any way for the utter diabolic needs she
has. She simply put it out there and left me to respond, and respond I did.
It made me understand that no matter who you think you’re
dealing with there is a hidden side to them that can only be revealed to
certain people. Somehow we know by instinct who these people are, or we take a
big risk ad reveal ourselves, standing naked in front of them as they inspect
each and every flaw with a magnifying glass. Some people will see these flaws
as disgusting and run from the room screaming, others will embrace them as part
of our humanity and press a lascivious tongue over them, tasting the opulence of
our own special kind of need.
It worked so perfectly, my personal life and my professional
life as a writer, that I simply had to write about it and put it on display.
You see, it wasn't just the dichotomy life imitating art, it was the way this young woman took a chance. That's exactly what Cassandre and I are doing with out books. We're putting ourselves out there professionally, personally, and sexually in a way that most every other author would shy away from.
The books that I have been writing with Cassandre are very dark and
twisted and yet they deal with this kind of pleasure. At their heart they are
about the things we covet, the things we need to keep ourselves whole. Of
course we go way off the deep end with them and horrible things happen but that’s
because neither of us like the status quo and in our darkly dangerous world
there is no Happily Ever After.
So now I am going to share with you the cover and
synopsis for the first of three books we are releasing.
This book contains ultra-violent
themes of sexual, physical, and emotional abuse. Reader discretion is advised. THIS BOOK IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES
OVER THE AGE OF 18. It is not
suggested that those weak of heart, constitution, or stomach read this book.
The authors ask that those of
you brave enough to enter this twisted world refrain from discussing the ending
of this book with anyone at any time.
Within our everyday lives we
encounter Monstrosities. Beasts that can rip, tear, crush and maim. They
torture and kill as they destroy innocence and leave their own special kind of
hell. Usually these fiends are kept at bay within the structures and confines
of normal, polite society but how long can we hide behind that façade when all
humanity is stripped away and we’re left with nothing but the stark mirror of
Danielle Rivers had it all.
Expensive cars, an overflowing wardrobe, luxurious jewelry, and the kind of
privileged life only true wealth could provide. She deserved it after all.
Daddy was old money, one of the most powerful and prominent men in East
Brunswick, New Jersey. Haughty and opinionated, Danielle didn’t hesitate to
make certain those beneath her understood their station in life – especially
the greasy mechanics who worked in all of her father’s dealerships. They were
playthings, nothing more than little people meant to serve her every whim. What
no one knew was that beneath the mask of perfection and meticulously manicured
grace was a very broken little girl. As her façade begins to crumble under the
weight of everyday life Danielle finds it increasingly difficult to hide from
the monster that had tortured not only her body and mind, but her very soul.
What Danielle didn’t know was that her tenuous hold was about to be broken.
Leslie Fernandez was a loner.
Some considered him to be a dangerous man, others a powerful friend. He refused
to take a backseat to anyone, least of all that haughty bitch Danielle. He
hated the way she would swoop in and leave destruction and pain in her wake,
pushing everyone to the breaking point. In his eyes, Danielle was nothing more
than a spoiled bitch, a calculating viper who got her kicks by ruining good
people. So why was he so inexplicably drawn to her?
When thrust into the epicenter of a horrible
tragedy, one created by the very woman he so vehemently detests and yet is so
enigmatically drawn to, he allows his own fiendish, black eyed demon to take
The torturous nightmares of their
respective pasts drew these two damaged souls together like ships adrift in a
sea of violence and abuse. The wounds contained within their diseased minds
scream to be healed, but is there such a cure for the sickness within ones
soul? There is only one possible option, but will either of them have the
courage to break free from their own TOXIC
Upon completion of this book it is recommended that you seek council
from either a psychologist, psychiatrist, clergy member, or some other trained
mental health professional to assist you with the lingering darkness.