Hunted by Claire Thompson – a story fans demanded yet Amazon refuses

Here’s the book Amazon refused to publish. It’s NOT MM but it IS written by Claire Thompson, a known MM author.


HUNTED by Claire Thompson

Brand New Dark Erotic BDSM Book — Banned by Amazon

*****Your fantasies should never be censored!*****

You’ve been asking for a new dark erotic tale from Claire Thompson, and I have delivered! Hunted is my latest release – a sexy, edgy abduction tale too hot for Amazon to handle! In spite of Amazon’s refusal to distribute this hard-hitting erotic drama that takes the reader on an intense but deeply satisfying erotic journey, this book is available for sale at Romance Unbound Publishing, iTunes,  Excitica and  Smashwords for only $2.99! Hunted is a powerful tribute to the strength of the heroine, who finds romance, an HEA and vindication at the end of her erotic journey.

I know you want to support indie authors and publishers, even when our work isn’t always available at the huge, inscrutable monolith that is Amazon. Despite their Goliath-size status, they won’t stop authors from creating and offering the work our fans demand. They won’t stop you from reading what you want to read.

Please support this grassroots effort to reach readers of dark erotica who enjoy testing their erotic limits and taking a wild ride. You can get the Kindle/mobi file, as well as epub and pdf, at Romance Unbound Publishing. It only takes a few minutes to create your account. I am appealing to my readers and fellow dark erotica authors to spread the word, and share this post on all your social media! Let us all support creative effort without fear of censorship. When the box has become too confining, it’s time to leap out! Check out my latest release, too hot for Amazon, but just right for my fans!


Here are the buy links.

Romance Unbound





Couple playing sexual and domination games


“Your former life is over. Your apartment will be emptied, your car disposed of, your life erased. You are now the property of Pirate Island, to be used and enjoyed as we see fit. Your life is quite literally in our hands.”

Mara Stevens jumps at the chance for a job at a new premier resort on the North Carolina coast. All she has to do is fly out to the private island and get through one more interview. Unfortunately, what should be a shiny new career opportunity turns into a living nightmare.

Upon landing, she learns the truth. She’s been taken to serve as a plaything to the owners and their chosen guests—high-powered, dangerous men who see her as nothing more than their sexual toy to use and abuse at their whim.

With no escape possible, Mara is forced to submit to the training and discipline of a sadistic taskmaster—or suffer the consequences. Good girls are rewarded; bad girls are punished—severely. Deep into her harrowing journey of forced sexual servitude and submission, Mara becomes prey for The Hunt. Naked and alone, Mara must summon all her courage and cunning, drawing on the indomitable spirit that still secretly burns inside her.


male hand holding black leather whip


Mara dropped her hand and took a step back. “What—” she began, confusion and shock twisting in her gut.

A second man, maybe thirty-five, with thick reddish-brown hair cut a little long, fine, aquiline features and brilliantly green eyes interrupted her. “Let’s see her naked.”

“What?” Mara cried again, the word bursting from her mouth in a sharp, incredulous bark. She looked wildly between the four men, who all regarded her with nasty smiles. She took another step back and turned toward the sliding doors, a vague but urgent idea of escape forming in her mind.

Ronaldo stepped between her and the doors, blocking her way. She whirled back toward Wallace, her heart pounding so loudly she could barely hear her own voice over its beat. “I’m here for a job interview. What is this? What was that man talking about?”

Wallace continued to grin his ugly grin. As if she hadn’t spoken, Wallace turned to the third man, a younger, more muscular version of himself, with the same mop of curly hair, though without the silver, and the same close-set, shrewd gaze. “What do you think, DJ? Did your sister find us a live one?”

The younger man nodded, his small eyes narrowing. “Oh, yeah,” he said fervently. “I like Alex’s idea. Let’s see her naked.”

Mara swayed, dizzy with shock and fear. This couldn’t be happening. She had to get out of there. She had to get help. Her cell phone was in her briefcase outside in the cart. She would call 9-1-1, but how would they get to the island? She didn’t even know where she was!

Wallace gestured toward Mara with his chin. “Go ahead, boy. Let’s see the goods.”

DJ jumped eagerly to his feet. As he stood, he pulled something from his cargo shorts pocket and flicked it open with a snick and a flash of silver. Terrified, Mara took another step back, bumping against Ronaldo. Strong arms reached from behind, hard fingers digging into her shoulders.

DJ moved closer, the switchblade gleaming in his grasp. “Relax, baby,” he said, his eyes glittering with malevolent lust. He grabbed the front of her dress. “You’ll be fine as long as you stay still.” She couldn’t have moved if she’d tried, caught in Ronaldo’s firm grip. With his other hand, DJ drew the tip of the knife down the fabric, which parted with a ripping sound.

“Oh my god,” Mara whispered, breathless with shock as Ronaldo pulled the torn dress from her body. DJ slipped the cold blade between her breasts and yanked it forward so the bra, too, fell open. Mara nearly fainted as the knife slid beneath the elastic of her panties and ripped them easily from her body. She sagged against Ronaldo, too terrified to make a sound.

Wallace leered at her with a wolfish expression. “Excellent breasts. Long legs. She looks strong. She’ll give the guys a run for their money during the next hunt.”

The hand was lifted. “That’s correct. Will you try to run away again, Mara?”

“No, sir,” Mara said with conviction. I won’t try. Next time I’ll fucking succeed.

“Good girl.” He pulled her to her feet and peered into her face. “Punishment is over. Sit on the couch. Would you like some water?”

“Yes, sir,” Mara replied.

Alex walked over to a small refrigerator set below a counter and returned with a bottle of water. Mara accepted it and drank deeply, grateful for this small gift. Alex sat again beside her, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone. “I am going to conduct an assessment of your penchant for erotic pain. A certain segment of our guest population enjoys indulging in the fine art of sadomasochism. We at Pirate Island take pride in the ability of our girls to handle whippings, bondage, erotic torture, humiliation play and whatever else pleases our guests with this particular predilection. Tell me,” he continued in a conversational tone, “do you have any experience with BDSM?”

Whippings, bondage, erotic torture…

The words whirled in Mara’s mind. This couldn’t be happening. She rocked back and forth on the couch, her fingers digging into her upper arms as she stared blankly at the ground. “No,” she moaned, not in direct answer to the man’s question, but because her mind refused to give his words credence. “No, no, no, no.”

“Sir.” Alex spat the word, making Mara jump. She looked at him, confused. He rose from the couch and stared down at her. With a disgusted shake of his head, he commanded, “Stand up.”

Slowly, Mara got to her feet. “You’re still in denial,” he said. “You need a dose of reality.” He gripped her arm and pulled her toward a door set into the side wall. “Let’s go into the playroom.” Opening the door, he pushed her through. Stepping in behind her, he flicked on the lights.

Mara stared, open-mouthed, as she took in the equipment scattered through the room. A gynecological table had been placed in the center, chains and leather straps hanging from large eyebolts along both sides. A large wooden structure in the shape of an X stood against one wall, cuffs hanging at the four corners, a leather strap at the center. On the wall Just behind the cross hung a series of whips of varying sizes and shapes, as well as several riding crops and canes. There was a chair that resembled an old-fashioned barber chair, again with straps and chains attached strategically on the arms and legs. Another chair had a large hole in the seat, a porcelain bowl set on the ground beneath it. A large dog cage sat in the corner of the room, a thin blanket on the floor of the cage. The only piece in the room not designed to terrorize was a loveseat set against the wall opposite the X cross.

“Please,” Mara blurted involuntarily, trying to pull away from her captor, “don’t make me go in here.”

“It’s for your own good,” Alex purred, his voice deeper since they’d entered what could only be called a torture chamber. He pushed her forward into the room. “Bad girls like you, disobedient, willful girls, can only become good, proper submissives through extensive training. What kind of trainer would I be if I just threw you to the wolves, as it were—if I let those guests have their way with you without first preparing you, teaching you?”

Mara’s knees buckled and she sank to the ground. “Please,” she cried. “I’m so afraid. I can’t do this. I just can’t.”

Alex lifted her, forcing her back to her feet. “Calm yourself,” he said gently, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “Your reaction is natural, but the sooner you accept your situation, the better off you’ll be.”



I don’t know about you but this one here sounds yummy~ Step out of the box and give it a shot…you never know…

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