Suspense novels with trampling

[JayGil]

Hi,

Anyone has read any of these suspense novels saga named "The Rowan Gant Investigations"? They are about a woman who enjoys torturing men trampling under her heels, and more, before killing them.
Here you have the link:
http://www.evilinhighheels.com
For sure the author has read many of MDFF stories.
Are they worth reading?

[Wendi]

The novels are definitely worth reading, however, they are not necessarily "about a woman who tramples men". They are about a practicing Witch who aids the police in solving serial murders.

Currently there are 8 novels in the series, but the most recent three are subtitled "The Miranda Trilogy" and the antagonist is a dominatrix (which is where the evilinhighheels comes from). Yes, as it happens there is some trample content among other things.

I doubt the author has ever been to this site, although I can ask him. Yes, I know him. As it happens that is me on the promotional posters, and my leg on the cover of the novel Love Is The Bond.

MW

[Wendi]

FYI-

I spoke to the author and he doesn't recall coming to this forum. He also gave me permission to post, and provided me with, the following excerpt from the chapter sampler for the novels. This comes from the third novel in the "Miranda Trilogy" and is one of the chapters with a bit of trample content.

Just keep in mind that these are actually mainstream occult-horror suspense novels, not fetish erotica. They are fantastic books if you are into that sort of genre, but they have much more substance than just the few instances of trample. What I am trying to say is, don't buy them expecting a 300 page story about trample, because you'll be disappointed.



So that the following chapter makes sense I should tell you that the story revolves around a Dominatrix who has been practicing her own convoluted version of Voodoo. In doing so she has ended up being more or less possessed by a sadistic female spirit who takes the game a little too far. At this point in the story the spirit is actually using her to find someone else to inhabit.


The End Of Desire: A Rowan Gant Investigation
ISBN 0967822165 / EAN 9780967822167
Trade Paperback / 340pp / $14.95 US
Book #8 in the RGI Series
Book #3 of the Miranda Trilogy

EVIL HAS A NAME AND, IT IS MIRANDA…

A legacy of darkened desires and magick gone terribly wrong... If Rowan Gant's wife, Felicity, is ever to heal, the sadistic serial killer calling herself Mistress Miranda must be stopped. Of course, simply finding her will be a trick, because she's not exactly who she appears to be.

Even then, stopping her may simply not be enough. When a blood connection is cemented by magick from all sides, the expression "thicker than water" doesn't even begin to cover it.

If sanity is to once again reign, a forgotten spell must first be broken: An incantation bound in love, but cast in fear; one that is now growing stronger every minute it remains unchecked.

Breaking a spell should be child's play for a seasoned Witch like Rowan. The problem is realizing exactly which spell he needs to break...

The End Of Desire is the final chapter of the gut wrenching Miranda Trilogy... Or is it?




Monday, December 12
10:02 P.M.
The Whine Cellar Bondage Club
Private Playroom C
Bridge, Illinois


CHAPTER 24:


Annalise reached over her head and grasped the suspension cuffs, which were securely attached to an overhead beam, then gave them a tug. You never knew what the state of the equipment might be in some of these clubs. Not all of them were maintained as well as they should be. But, this place actually appeared to be properly cared for. In some ways it even reminded her of her own.
She gave the hardware a second tug, and the shiny chains rattled against one another. The metallic clinking noise made her heart race with anticipation.
Steadying herself, she looked down at the mostly nude man lying spread-eagle in front of her. She had only just finished locking him into the floor-mounted restraints moments before. He stared back up at her, adoration in his eyes.
“Did I say you could look at me?” she demanded.
“No, Mistress,” the man whispered.
His display of subservience ignited the tickle deep inside. This was the first time she had felt the desire in several days, and to her relief, it was actually pleasurable. Not like it had been before, when she was being punished. Still, the sensation gave her a moment’s pause. Those days of torment had been almost more than she could bear, and the thought of facing it again frightened her more than anything.
But, this time it would be different. Miranda promised release. She had promised the reward.
Using the suspension cuffs to maintain her balance, Annalise stepped up onto the man’s bare chest and twisted slowly, rocking back on her stiletto heels and digging them into his flesh. He groaned as she swayed back and forth, walking in place on his prone body.
And, the tickle continued to flare. She knew the itch wouldn’t be very far behind.
This particular sub was a trample fetishist whose kink was being used as a woman’s doormat. In fact, he even went by the name “mat.” Annalise had always found this particular display of dominance enjoyable, just as she did now. However, truth be told, tonight she had been more in the mood to mete out a good flogging. There was certainly no shortage of bare backs here that she would have relished marking with the sting of braided leather. From what she had seen in the club proper, it was obvious that there were several who would have gladly submitted to that torture as well. However, Miranda had said no. She had a specific purpose for Annalise being here, and “mat” was it. She had yet to tell her why. Only that for the moment, she was to seek him out, and him alone.
It had been a long drive to get here from Baton Rouge. With restroom breaks and fuel stops, almost eleven hours to be exact. Annalise had been up and on the road several hours before dawn. She knew full well she should be exhausted, but she wasn’t. She hadn’t even napped after checking into her hotel. She had merely freshened up, changed into suitable attire, and brought herself here to do Miranda’s bidding, though she was still at some loss as to what that bidding was.
Stepping hard, she continued grinding her heels into the man beneath her, reveling in the way his soft flesh gave way to her weight. He moaned as he tensed against his bonds. She wasn’t far behind him in the endorphin rush. The tickle had become the itch, and her breaths were now coming in shallow pants.
“Thank you,” the man gasped. “Thank you for coming back, Mistress Felicity…”
Annalise stopped moving.
She stood there, frozen in place at the sound of the name—the name of the other.
After a moment she shifted her weight then slipped the toe of her shoe beneath his chin and lifted, rolling his head so that she could look directly into his face.
“What did you call me?” she asked, her tone this time far more inquisitive than demanding.
“I’m sorry, Mistress…” the man apologized meekly. “Mistress Miranda.”
“No,” Annalise said firmly. “Tell me what you called me.”
He continued looking up at her but didn’t answer.
She carefully stepped down from his chest then lowered herself until she was seated on his stomach. Smiling sweetly, she reached out and grasped one of his nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Pinching hard, she began to twist and pull the tender flesh.
“I said,” she growled, emphasizing each word. “Tell… Me… What… You… Called… Me.”
The man tensed and groaned heavily, his face screwed into a mask of pain.
“Yes… yes… Mistress…” he stammered through the grimace. “I… I said, Felicity… I… I’m sorry… I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have used… your… real name…”
Annalise eased off on the nipple, but not without giving it a final rough tweak. She remained sitting as she continued staring blankly into his face. Now she knew why Miranda had insisted she come here in search of him in particular. He must have a connection to the other.
The itch faded quickly upon the revelation, completely bypassing the tickle in reverse and becoming no more than a hollow numbness in the pit of her stomach. Anger welled inside her, and she felt her cheeks flush with its heat.
“I don’t understand,” she murmured. “Why do you think I’m her?”
“Mistress?”
“Why do you think I’m her?” she said again, louder.
“Mistress? But I don’t…”
She didn’t hear the rest of his answer as it was drowned out by the voice inside her skull.
“You will… When it is time…” Miranda said.
“This is why?” Annalise muttered under her breath. “She is why I’m here?”
“Yes…”
“What, Mistress?” the man breathed.
“Shut up!” Annalise spat.
“Mark him…” Miranda’s voice echoed again.
“No,” Annalise said aloud. “I won’t.”
“Punishment or reward, Annalise… You decide.”
“All you want is her!” Annalise complained aloud. “What about me? I’ve done everything for you! The reward belongs to me!”
“There is enough for you both… Now mark him…”
“Mistress?” the man questioned again.
“I thought I told you to shut up!” Annalise barked, flashing him an angry stare.
“Show him how much we love him…” Miranda demanded. “I promise, you will be rewarded…”
“Damn you…” Annalise muttered. “Goddamn you…”
“I am already damned… As are you… Now do as you were told…”
Annalise huffed out a heavy sigh. She knew she couldn’t truly disobey. If she did, the punishment would come again. She feared that perhaps this time it would be even worse.
Reaching back, she slipped off one of her pumps then turned it in her hand so that she could use the tip of the sharp heel as a stylus.
The tickle returned, spreading out through her stomach, forcing the anger to flee, giving way to pleasure.
Pressing the heel-tip against the man’s bare chest, she pressed down and began to drag it in a languid arc. He yelped at the new pain, tensing just as he had done before.
“Relax, little man,” Annalise whispered. “I’m just showing you how much we love you…”

[Stryder]

Hi,

Anyone has read any of these suspense novels saga named "The Rowan Gant Investigations"? They are about a woman who enjoys torturing men trampling under her heels, and more, before killing them.
Here you have the link:
http://www.evilinhighheels.com
For sure the author has read many of MDFF stories.
Are they worth reading?

J.
Where are you my friend? I have emailed because I knew you had been injured but have not heard from you for so long. Have I said or done something wrong? Still would love to come and do some work for you as I notice you still seem to be out of action on your site and that worries me as no one does your work as well as you.