Whiskey Creek Press

My publisher, Whiskey Creek Press (WCP) may be taken over by Start Publishing, a part of Start Media.  A contract amendment was sent to WCP authors but the terms were unattractive so I have not signed.  My original contracts with WCP will therefore stand.  The takeover was targeted at the end of June 2014, but I've seen no evidence of progress. 
Since a change of publisher was in the offing anyway, I decided to take back from WCP those books for which my WCP contracts were finished, and try them elsewhere.  Publication by WCP had continued on an 'at will' basis following the end of the contract period.  I formally notified WCP that I wished to withdraw books and the company has confirmed they have been withdrawn.
The following books are not now available:
A Rose Without Thorns
In A French Country Vineyard
In An English Country Dungeon
In The Japanese Knot Garden
Laodameia
Torrid Teasers #56, containing Dancing With Douglas and Everyone Gets Frisky At Weddings.
My other books are still within contract with WCP and remain available:

It Isn't Easy, Being a Dominatrix!

My book, Garden of Thorns, subtitled, It Isn't Easy, Being a Dominatrix, was published on New Year's Day by Torrid Books.  I'm really pleased with it.

It tells the story of Jennie, who suffered many misfortunes, but when she meets leather-clad Galatea and her strange slave, Cyan, her trials really begin.  Here's a snippet:

Jennie woke: the car had stopped. She looked up into Galatea’s smile.
“We’re here.” The woman raised her arm and Jennie sat upright.
“Where?”
“Home. Where Cyan and I live. And work.”
It was a street rather like the one in which she’d been ambushed. Old, brick-built factory and warehouse units. The car had pulled into an entry and a wide door was lifting itself up in front. When it was open, the car surged forward into a dark space. The white-painted wall of the garage was lit up in the headlamps. Random items were hanging on it. Leaning in the corner was a T-shaped frame made of stout timbers. Jennie gasped.
Hanging from the ends of the T-frame were chains, terminating in metal bands.
Manacles.
Behind the car the door was silently closing.

Here's a link to the Torrid Books website:
: http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=61&products_id=775&zenid=c32091252cd5dba1b2371de64451a33c