Guest: Julez S Morbius

Hello and welcome Julez S Morbius to my site. He has so graciously agreed to be interviewed.
So let’s begin…
1) First, tell us a little about yourself so the readers know who you are?
I am Julez S Morbius writer of transsexual and m/m erotica, partially disabled father to nine children (six of my own and three stepchildren), playstation 3 gamer and all round good guy.
SC: Wow, nine children, when do you get time to write? 🙂 
2) What made you decide to write? Was it something you accidentally began? Or what you wanted to do? Or annoying character who refused to leave until their story was told?
I first started to write, just or fun, when I was having difficulties in my first marriage. To me it was my way of escaping the arguments and constant being pulled down. I could take myself into places I could only dream of but wanted to go.
The first character I ever came up with, for anything other than a quick short story, was a transsexual called Charlotte and no matter what I did I thought about her constantly, until I could take it no more and finally wrote her story.
3) I love hearing about first acceptances as an aspiring writer and now that I am e-published, I still love hearing about them. So tell us about that first acceptance.
The day I received the e-mail telling me Star Search had been accepted by Naughty Nights Press felt amazing. I couldn’t stop staring at the screen as I read the message over and over again, not believing it at first. Once it sank in I kept telling anyone who would listen, over and over again, that I was going to be an author.
Yet the thing is Star Search would never have even been submitted if it wasn’t for NNP’s Penny Peterssen telling me constantly that it was good enough to be, because I have never had that much confidence in anything I have ever done, again due to my failure in marriage and relationships.
SC: Congrats on the acceptance.
4) Tell us about your current release? Where can readers buy it from?
Star Search is my first ever release, and is due out November 30th but as yet I couldn’t tell you where it is going to be purchasable from. All I can tell you is that it is a story that has to be read.
SC: I bet it’s going to be great. 
5) What are you currently writing?
Currently I haven’t got anything major being written, yet I have 100’s of ideas in my head, and on my desktop, that are just waiting to take my soul to places of erotica and excitement.
SC: Get writing lol
6) What inspires you most when you write?
Inspiration can come from so many different places, whether it is a couple I see walking down the street, a name in a newspaper, something I see on the television, and once I have a concrete idea it refuses to go away until I have brought it to the screen.
SC: Everything and anything. 
7) What experiences have you had working with your publisher/s?
Having only ever dealt with Naughty Nights Press the only experiences I have are excellent ones. They have been so helpful with their advice and are a really friendly group of people that I couldn’t have asked for more.
SC: That is good 🙂 
8) What are you reading now?
Currently I am reading Daughters of Darkness, a lesbian vampire anthology as I have never written f/f and wanted to attempt one at some point and as a male I wanted to make sure the descriptions I used would be viable and not laughable.
9) What are your guilty pleasures?
Apart from my gaming I am also addicted to horror, psychological thrillers and true crime, so who knows one day a psychological or horror erotic piece will spill from within The Crypt.
10) What would be your advice, if any, for other aspiring authors?
Never give up and always listen to the advice and words of those in the business, because they do know what they are talking about.
This is for you to talk more about yourself, leave your blogging details, site details and generally promote yourself.
 Julian Spong is the real name of Julez S. Morbius an engaged father to nine children, four of his own and five step-children. He is also partially disabled, having been born with a neurological condition that has caused his nervous system to deteriorate over the years and finds writing to be the way to express his feelings, and fantasies.
Having been writing for less than five years and with the imminent release of his first ebook, Star Search, to be published by Naughty Nights Press, Julian now considers it to be his main occupation, and continues to write, mainly in gay male, transgender and cross dressing genres.
More about me can be found on my blog at, as well as excerpts of previously unpublished writing, news on my current writing, release dates and cover images.
More of my writing can be found at, the site I first submitted anything to, under the name the_apocalypse.
Synopsis for Star Search by J.S. Morbius (Julian Spong)
Joe is a gay man who prefers to date Transsexuals. Never attending work parties, Joe decides to attend this particular one and becomes a bit worried, as he is required to bring a partner. Calling on his best friend Angel for advice, she suggests he hires an escort. Joe goes through the pages on the Internet and finds Star, a stunning petite transsexual and books the evening of the party with her.
After spending the most glorious evening and all night with Star, Joe decides he will continue to book Star every weekend. When he gets in touch with the agency he finds out that Star has quit escorting and they can’t give him any more information as to how to get in touch with her. Joe becomes obsessed with finding Star and goes through a lot to find her.
Star Search is full of hot, sensuous, tender sex, with underlying currents of crime, intrigue and suspense. Lots of twists and turns, with the ultimate question being…Does Joe find Star, the woman of his dreams?


I let the note fall from my hand, onto the bed, and went and got myself washed and dressed. Once I was ready I switched the laptop on and searched for the transsexual escort agency sites again. I opened every single one of them, checked each individual profile to see if she had swapped agencies. Her face was nowhere to be found on any of the sites so I decided that I would visit each one, in person. Once I had written down the address, and business hours, of every single one, starting with the closest, I switched the laptop off and rang Angel.
“Hi babes,” I said as she answered.
“Joe how was last night?” She said excitedly.
I told her all about Star, how the party went, what happened afterwards and what I had found when I woke up.
“That seems strange,” Angel said once I had finished.
“I know but she was perfect,” I told her, “everything I could ever want.”
“So what are you going to do?”
I explained my plan, to visit each one individually, when I heard her  take a sharp intake of breath.
“What’s wrong Angel?” I asked.
“If you do that just make sure you are careful,” she told me.
“Careful? Why?” I asked.
“Because some people don’t like escort agencies,” she said, “especially specialist ones like the ones you will be visiting.”
“Don’t worry Angel I can take care of myself,” I reassured her. “And besides I could always call my best friend if I get into too much trouble.”
“Well make sure you do,” she said.
We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone, before looking at my list again. If I visited them in order of closeness, the one I had hired Star from would be my first port of call and, as I had already spoken to someone there, decided there was no time like the present to begin my search. I grabbed my jacket, locked up and headed out of the door.
The walk into town didn’t take long and I was soon standing outside the address of Star’s agency. The building was nothing like I imagined it would be. I had expected blacked out windows, a small barely visible sign and a thick wooden door. Instead I was faced with a large modern building, shared by three other businesses. Looking at the polished bronze plate by the side of the door I saw that the agency was situated on the top floor. I opened the door and headed inside, still unsure what I was going to say to whoever was up there.
There was a lift but I chose to walk up the stairs, giving me time to think a bit longer. I soon arrived outside a polished oak door, with the agency name on a brass plate in the center. I opened the door and was confronted by a large, unattended, desk. Slowly entering the room I looked around and saw, what I assumed was, two of the other escorts. They were both extremely good looking and, in any other circumstances, I would have happily paid for a night for either, or even both, of them.
I walked over to the desk and pressed the button that was there, and waited. I was aware of the two women eyeing me up and down cautiously, and wondered what they were thinking. I turned around and smiled at them and they shifted in their seats. One of them, a brunette, winked back at me and uncrossed and crossed her legs seductively, just like I had seen countless women do in countless films. As she did I could see that, although she had panties on, her cock was poking out of the side of them and semi-hard.
I was about to say something when from behind me a woman said hello and I turned to face her.
“Hi,” I replied to her. “I wonder if you can help me.”
“I will try to sir,” the woman said. “What would you like?”
“Actually I just want some information at the minute.”
“What kind of information sir?”
“I’m looking for a…woman.” I said.
“We have some of those sir,” she said. “Those two are available right now.”
She pointed at the brunette and her friend, a blonde.
“No no you don’t understand I’m looking for a specific woman,” I said.
“Oh I see is it someone you have hired from us before?” she asked.
“Yes last night,” I said, “Star.”
As soon as I mentioned her name her whole attitude changed.
“What do you want that cheap whore for?”
“Excuse me,” I replied shocked. “I hired her last night and had the best night of my life.”
“So you’re the reason she left us in the shit.”
“Hang on I didn’t do anything,” I protested. “She was gone when I woke up and hadn’t even taken her money.”
“Have you brought that with you,” she asked as soon as I mentioned the money.
“No just this note,” I told her handing her the piece of paper from my pocket.
The woman read it and then handed the note back to me.
“She was the best we had and this morning she phoned and said she was quitting,” the woman told me, her nostrils flaring. “The ungrateful bitch!”
“Hang on you’re being a bit hostile,” I said. “All I want is to know where I can find her.”
“Hostile am I,” The woman hissed. “She had fuck all when she first came to me and she thinks she can just walk away.”
“If she has had enough why can’t she?” I asked.
“Because, that bitch owes me, that’s why… now fuck off.”
“Just tell me where she lives and I’ll go.”
“You’ll go or I’ll call security from the back room.”
“An address that’s all I want.”
“Mike, Paul,” she called over her shoulder. “Trouble maker in here.”
I stood there as two great hulking brutes of men came out of the back room. They were both in excess of six feet tall and built like tanks. One was covered in tattoos and the other had a shaven head.
“The lady said out,” tattoo guy said.
“All I want is Star’s address,” I said as the two of them advanced towards me.
“Get…the…fuck…out,” the one with the shaven head said menacingly.
“Address first,” I said standing my ground.
The two of them looked at each other, smiled, made their way around the desk and advanced towards me. I took a small step back.
“All I want is Star’s address.”
“So do we,” tattoo guy said before the two of them grabbed one of my arms each.
The woman from behind the desk came around and opened the door.
“Not too rough boys,” she told them. “This time.”
The two of them dragged me over to the elevator and pushed me in when it arrived, before following me in. As the door reopened on the ground floor I tried to make a run for it, fearing the worse, but tattoo guy grabbed my arm.
“Going somewhere?” He asked.
“I get it you don’t know where Star is,” I said. “I’ll find her a different way.”
“You should have listened when you were told first time.”

Guest: Natasha Blackthorne

“Grey’s Lady is the story of a wealthy New York merchant price, Grey Sexton, who falls for a poor but beautiful seductress, Beth McConnell. Yet, for all their social and economical differences, at their most basic level, Beth and Grey are very similar. This story explores how these similarities threaten to tear them apart before love can overcome the fear of being vulnerable.
Both Beth and Grey suffered isolation and emotional neglect in childhood. Grey grew up as a privileged only son, heir to Sexton Shipping, one of the fledgling nation’s largest mercantile fleets. Grey’s father was a stern businessman who did not understand his daydreaming son and held him at a distance. A child in this position might take solace in a closer relationship with his mother. However, Grey’s mother was chronically ill and unable to bear his childish energy. She kept to her chambers and died while he was still quite young. Later at age nineteen, Grey engaged in an emotionally scarring experience with a slightly older woman, something that is not covered in Grey’s Lady. All of these backstory issues and more are explored in more depth in the sequel, White Lace and Promises, which is scheduled for release Dec. 26, 2011.
In contrast, the focus of Grey’s Lady is on the immediate interaction between two wounded and self-protective people who feel an overpowering attraction to each other but who do not want to admit it to themselves or the other.
I will let my character, Beth, tell her story in her own words:
Why should men always have the power of choice when it comes to love? Is it right that we women have no choice but to sit and wait for a man decide to honor us with his declarations–usually uttered in the form of a demand? And all we as women may do is say “yes” or “no” and hope we have made a wise choice. The man still has the power to break his promises and it will be our good name and heart that bears the damage.
My mother fell into an adulterous affaire with an unknown man and as a result I was created. Her husband put her out of their house. I would have been born in the almshouse if not for the kindness of her employer. After my mother’s death, I would have gone to the foundling home without my kindly benefactress. My unknown father also had his power of choice, the choice to abandon me. How fair is it that men have all the power of choice?
Oh, you ask what about the gentlemen? Ha! The gentlemen. They are the very worst.
A gentleman once declared passionate love for me. He said this so ardently, his beautiful brown eyes shone with sincerity. I was young. I was naïve. I believed him. I trusted him and gave my heart wholly into his keeping. And as went my heart, eventually so went my virtue.
Do you what happened next? Surely, I don’t have to tell you. You know how these maudlin stories go. He married someone else. A lady. Someone of his own class. His took his power of choice. He became a respectable family man and I was left being a soiled dove. I had a good cry over it. I may have drank a little too much at his wedding celebration. What a pitiful little fool I was. But I did not wallow in my self-pity for long. So men have needs and desires? Well, I also have needs. I also have desires. Why should men have all the power of choice? Why should they have all the enjoyment in life?
I take my own power of choice now. I chose whom, when and for how long and I select only the most handsome, wealthy, and powerful of gentlemen.
Yes, I know you are asking do I not fear discovery? This is a worry and I take it seriously. Truly I do. I live with my half-brother and his family now. He is very protective and very touchy about matters of honor. Our mother was not faithful to his father. Now he takes such matters so seriously. Too seriously. If he had his way, I would stay home all the time, working in the backroom of his cobbler shop with one eye on the children. But honestly, though I love my nieces and my half-siblings, life there is dreary. It’s all work, work and more work. Everything is shabby, everything seems to stay gritty and grimy no matter how hard I work to keep things clean. There are always more shoes to repair. I swear my eyes shall go crossed trying to sew by candlelight night after night. I never get enough sleep or time to myself. If I couldn’t go out and seek my adventures, I should go mad. I have my mother’s wild blood in me and my desires can run so high I fear they shall consume me.
I could marry a nice man and he would carry me away from all of this. I would have my own cozy home and hearth. My benefactress has introduced me to a nice young minister and to a nice young but struggling legal clerk and a nice young medical student who trembled all over and went pale when I said good morning to him. I have no interest in nice young men. It’s the wealthy, powerful, arrogant gentlemen who fascinate me. I know they will never desire me for a wife but they shall burn for me. They shall remember me.
How do I protect myself from discovery? I limit my liaisons to one single meeting. I never meet with my gentlemen again, no matter how desperately they implore me. And they do implore me. Though I am poor, the child of adultery by an unknown man and powerless in my society, I have something gentlemen desire. I have beauty, and thanks to my mother’s wild blood, I understand their hot lusts better than the women of their class. I do gain a measure of satisfaction out of leaving them burning for more. Burning for me. No gentleman shall ever forget the one afternoon he spent with me.
Today is a special day for me. Mr. Asahel de Grijs, otherwise known as Grey to his friends, is coming to my favorite bookseller to give a lecture on privateering. He is a New York man, the owner of Sexton Shipping which has a fleet of over forty sea going vessels. He is rumored to be the wealthiest gentleman in America. I know this is not true. I know exactly who is the wealthiest man in America. But Mr. Sexton is among the top three wealthiest men in our nation. He is also politically connected and quite powerful. He would be the brightest feather in my cap. I think I shall wear my shabbiest dress because it is always more thrilling when these gentlemen cannot resist the tattered, poor little bastard girl. They are slaves to their own greed for beauty.
I don’t really deride gentlemen for their focus on beauty. I appreciate a handsome face and well-made masculine form. Well, if Mr. Sexton’s physicality matches his other attributes, then I shall be entertaining a gentleman today. In private. In his carriage. But only for today. Afterwards, he shall burn for me. He will never forget me.
Grey’s Lady
Carte Blanche, Book 1
By Natasha Blackthorne
Total-E-Bound Publishing
eBook ISBN: 978-0-85715-618-1
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Beth McConnell boldly seduces Grey Sexton, a self-controlled merchant prince from New York, she finds herself too fascinated by his ice-over-fire nature to stay away. His possessive determination to own her, body and soul, threatens to expose her secret erotic life to public shame.


“Are you hungry?” he asked, his tone front-parlour-polite.
“No.” She couldn’t possibly eat. She’d been pent up with desire like a caged cat for two weeks. Now, so close to being beneath him again, she could barely keep herself from swooning from the excitement.
“You know, for a moment there, I thought you were about to bolt.”
“No, never.”
“That’s a relief.” He laughed without smiling and pressed something into her hand—a key. He whispered his room number. “Go up. I’ll follow shortly.”
“I haven’t much time.”
“Very shortly.” The edgy promise in his voice sent a bolt of desire twisting through her belly. Her knees melted to jelly and she wobbled.
“Careful.” His strong hands gripped her shoulders, steadying her, his face showing none of the emotion pounding through her own body. How could he remain so unaffected?
Impulse seized her and she caught hold of his lapels. “Kiss me.”
He leaned closer. Heavens, anyone could come along and catch them. Oh the risk… But her breath quickened and her nipples stiffened, straining against her stays. She closed her eyes, tilted her head up. Waited.
And waited.
“How many men since me?” He laid his large hand at the base of her throat and a thrill went chasing through her. “Look me in the eye.”
Her lids fluttered open and his gaze pierced into her with such intensity she gasped. “It has only been two weeks.”
“Answer me, Beth.”
Another thrill trembled through her. Fear or anticipation? She couldn’t say. “None.”
Still holding her throat, he studied her for several long moments. She set her jaw, refusing to waver under his scrutiny.
He bent and his mouth pressed hers, hard and hasty. Passion spiralled, took her soaring to the stars. Lassitude weakened her and wetness seeped between her legs. He lifted his head. She tightened her hands on his lapels, trying to pull him back. He resisted, his eyes trained on her like a stag with a doe.
Kiss me. Just kiss me, you arrogant jackanapes.
“Now, go.” He released her, set her veil back in place and left her there.
She gaped at his departing back, watching how he moved, so tall and proud. Over-proud. Did he have any idea what a rarefied class he found himself in? She didn’t go around asking just any man to kiss her. She had very high standards and she shared herself with only a select few. She was bestowing quite an honour on him and yet he reacted as if she were the one who ought to be grateful. And to add insult to injury, he hadn’t even kissed her. Not truly.
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