Author Krystina Stevens

RED LETTERS made Cara Bristol’s Best Books of the Year list!

Thrilled to say the esteemed Cara Bristol, author of the Rod and Cane Society novels, chose Red Letters as one of the Best Books of the Year!

redletterswork600wFor a read that is both seductive and scary…

Red Letters by Krystina Stevens. Erotic thriller, self- published. Letters from a secret admirers are just what a neglected wife needs to boost her sagging self-esteem until she  meets her admirer and his admiration takes a deadly turn. By the end, I could not put this book down. A great example how a thriller can be suspenseful, scary, and sexy.

You can read the full post, including the other winners, here.

Thanks so much Cara!



Wow, what a great 5-star review from the esteemed Cara Bristol!

Erotic, fresh, sinister
5.0 out of 5 stars

Neglected by her workaholic fiancé, Tania feels unloved and lonely. When the letters and gifts arrive from a secret admirer, they are just the pick-me-up she needs to feel better about herself. And when her relationship with her fiancé further deteriorates, she surrenders to the urge to meet this mystery man who seems to know exactly what she needs.

Wow. What a sexy and sinister read. To be clear, Red Letters is NOT an erotic romance, but an erotic thriller about a woman whose secret admirer is not what he appears to be. Author Krystina Stevens leads the reader down a dark and sexy path from erotic titillation to terror and keeps the reader guessing every step of the way. As the reader, you know Tania choices aren’t good ones, but you don’t fully understand what the stakes are until the author shows you. Red Letters is a well-written fresh story that feels very real from beginning to end. The tension builds slowly, incrementally as the story unfolds until by the end, you can’t the book down.

HUGE thanks Cara!



Excerpt from Red Letters: Tania’s first gift, and a thrilling promise

I had just settled down in front of the television, sock feet up on the coffee table, wine in hand, overstuffed pillow tucked under my arm, when I thought I heard a brief knock at the side door. That wouldn’t make any sense; all of my product and supply deliveries came from UPS and they always came to the front door. The side door led into the garden area of our yard and out to the side road, our house being on a corner, but didn’t even have our house number marked there. Only friends and family ever used that door, or Martin when he needed to work in the yard.

I turned and looked back at the kitchen, but from where I sat I couldn’t see the door. I frowned, waiting to hear a second knock, or anything that would let me know what I heard was a knock at all, but nothing. The after a few seconds I heard a car door close, then the faint sound of a small car engine rev up as it pulled away.

white-wine-glass-sexyWhat the hell?

I set the wine glass down and stood up, dropping the pillow onto the couch. I walked into the kitchen and to the side door. It was a solid wood door, unlike our front glass door, so I couldn’t see out. I edged to the side window and peered out, but the walkway into the garden and out to the street was empty. The street as well.

Jesus, Tania. Nervous, jumpy, scared, worried. I was an emotional wreck.

This was stupid. I reached down and unlocked the deadbolt and grabbed the doorknob. I twisted it and yanked tore door open, as if the harder I pulled, the quicker I moved, the less dangerous the monster on the other side would be.

There was no monster. At my feet, sitting on the bristle welcome mat, was a small brown paper wrapped box. It was unlabeled, unmarked, and completely unremarkable in every way. Except that it was there, and I wasn’t expecting an unmarked box.

I looked out to the street, but as with my gaze out of the window, it was empty. I leaned out past the doorframe to look towards the front of the house, but still saw no one. The neighborhood was quiet, as it usually was.

I looked back down at the box. It was far smaller than any of my usual shipments came in. But I knew this wasn’t a shipment. I bent over and picked it up. It didn’t bite. It also didn’t weigh much more than an empty box of its size would. I held it up to my ear and shook it, and some bizarre memory of Christmas morning as a child flashed across my mind.

With one last look out to the street I stepped back inside and closed the door, then carried the box over to the couch and sat down. I placed it on the coffee table next to the wine glass, then picked the glass up and took a sip, staring at the box. It had to be related. But…

I kept thinking of the red letters, how beautiful they were, how elegant, and how bold the color was. Almost like the color itself was a message in and of itself. Something was nagging at me, that this box was somehow part of what was happening to me, but different.

I took another sip and set the glass down, picking the box up and leaning back in the couch. I rolled the paper wrapped package over in my hands. It was so light it could have been empty, so quiet inside it must have been empty. I set it on my lap and examined it.

The paper was carefully folded on the bottom and sealed with clear tape. I idly picked at the edge of the tape strip, then pulled it slowly the length of the package. It came off cleanly, not pulling any of the paper with it. Whoever had put the package together used high quality materials and had taken their time with it. This was certainly no mass-market package.

I pulled back the folded edge of the paper and saw a flash of red, and my heart skipped. I unfolded the other corners and spread them out, exposing a red box with satin finish. The color was identical to the letters. I ran a finger across the top of the box. It was smooth with just a hint of texture, just enough to indicate that I was touching something. But the feeling inside me was far stronger than that.

I put a hand on either side of the box and lifted the lid. It slid off with a slight hiss and I set it on the couch next to me. Inside was thin red paper, like one would find in a gift bag. I took a deep breath and lifted the crinkly paper.

Underneath was a folded piece of white material. My heart pounding, I reached in and lifted it out with both hands. I held it up in front of me, the light from my front window giving it an almost shimmer.

white-lace-thongIt was a white thong, made of extraordinarily fine silk. I sucked in another breath and felt my heart racing. I brought it closer to my face and inhaled. The same sweet musky scent. I closed my eyes and imagined wearing the thong, with the same scent, mixing with my own. I felt myself getting moist, and I rubbed the silk on one cheek.

I opened my eyes and caught sight of something else in the box. Still holding the thong in one hand, I reached in with the other and took out another red envelope. This one bore no name or wax seal.

I laid the thong back in the box and opened the envelope. Inside was a folded red paper, exactly as I expected. I withdrew it and unfolded it. The same silver ink, but this time only one word was written. But the one word gave my heart a flutter it hadn’t experienced before, one of anticipation, of excitement, of pure energy.



What does ‘Monday’ mean? Where doe Tania’s life turn next?

Red Letters is available for all e-readers and paperback! Use this link for the Bookstore, or click here to see what others are saying about it!

LIMITED TIME KINDLE SALE! Red Letters erotic suspense thriller on sale for $.99/£.99!

Yes, you read that correctly! Now you can pick up the full-length, 300-page erotic suspense thriller Red Letters, with over 50 4 & 5 star reviews, for Kindle US and UK for under a buck/pound!

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This is only for a couple of days, so please spread the word with the links below, thank you!



Red Letters on sale, and back on Nook!

Big news! I’m running a huge promotion with BookBub today, and Red Letters is on sale for Kindle for just $.99 through Saturday. And in conjunction with that, it’s been pulled off Amazon Select today and is back on Nook – also on sale $.99!



It’ll be coming back to iBooks, Kobo, and Smashwords in the next few days!


Red Letters is now an Amazon Exclusive!

It’s been a while since I’ve posted (sorry!), but I don’t like to waste words on frivolous stuff (like the sushi and tequila I had last night…oh wait, I just wasted words…)

But I now do have something to mention. My debut novel, Red Letters, as of Monday May 13th is Amazon exclusive! What does this mean? I’ve enrolled it in KDP Select, a service Amazon offers authors that gives us the ability to offer limited time promotions (like free if we wanted!), some additional exposure on their site, as well as the ability to be part of the Kindle Owners Lending Library (KOLL). What does KOLL mean to a reader? If you own a physical Kindle (not an app), and are part of Amazon Prime, you can BORROW one book per month for FREE…now including Red Letters!

So if you’re a Kindle owner and have been on the fence about Red Letters, now is a chance to borrow it for free and take a peek. As of Monday the 13th it should be live.

Non-Kindle owners, I must apologize in advance. Being part of KDP Select has one major drawback – exclusivity. Red Letters will only be available for Kindle or paperback; I have to remove it from the Nook store, iBooks, etc. but only for a 90 day period. Call it a limited time trial.


Wonderful new review of Red Letters from the Romance Addiction blog!

So thrilled to have such a glowing review written for Red Letters from a romance site! Please stop by the Romance Addiction blog for the full review.

A snippet:

“I would definitely recommend this book to anyone who would like a suspenseful, thrilling read with just a touch of eroticism to spice things up!”

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New low price for Red Letters on Kindle US & UK!

As a huge thank you (and for selfish sales reasons of course!) I’ve lowered the price of Red Letters on Kindle for a limited time. If you haven’t read it yet (now with over twenty 5-star reviews for Kindle US alone) this might be your best time to grab it. And if you have read it, would you care to help spread the word?

Now just $2.99 for US, £1.99 for UK!

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“One of the best books I’ve read all year!”
“An edge of your seat tale of erotic suspense!”
“Drama, lust, tears all in one!”
“I could not put this book down!”


Blog Swap with erotica author Nikki Haze – a most definitely NSFW look at her works!

I’m thrilled to be able to host erotica author Nikki Haze today! Nikki’s been so supportive of other authors, and I’ve already read and reviewed  Working Closely, so I can attest that her work is flat out HOT. Like fanning face hot, quite a step above and beyond my sex scenes, that’s for sure! She is here to share excerpts from her SEXY DJ series, and claims to have “narcissistically” placed a fictional version of herself in the third book! So without further ado, Nikki Haze!

Nikki lives in the New York area in a building like the one described in her Whisper Towers series.  She drinks way too much coffee during the day and wine and night!  Head on over to her blog, where she’s featuring an exclusive excerpt from my novel RED LETTERS.


Sexy DJ Grey Haze

SEXY DJ1: GREY HAZE introduces you to the Haze DJs, trained by their mistress and mentor, Nikki Haze, who has turned the whole clan into coveted celebrity DJs.  Like all Haze DJs, Grey is a wild and disinhibted party girl with a proclivity for exhibitionism.  Grey is new to the Ibiza club scene and lives with her roommate (or are they more?) Redd Haze.


She untied the top of her leopard neon string bikini in a slow striptease; her eyes were just for the man at the bar.  He was the hunk from that TV show, she was almost certain of it.  What’s his name?  Loud hollers and screams rang out over the beat and she saw Felipe had even abandoned Redd’s lips to watch Grey as she tossed her top into the raucous crowd.

Grey turned in a little circle and ran her hands over her breasts and down her stomach.  She watched the amused expression on the stranger’s face and felt her nipples harden under his sweeping gaze.  He was egging her on.  More.

She gave the crowd her sexiest bump and grind before she jumped.  Shocked screams and hollers rang out from bellow as Grey dove over the heads of the patrons and pierced the water of the deep blue pool in perfect form.  Before she became a DJ, Grey was on the high school diving team. Although that was years ago, she still maintained her form and swam regularly to keep it all looking tight and sexy.

Sexy DJ redd haze

SEXY DJ: REDD HAZE takes the heat up a notch.  Redd is wilder and more experiences with spinning and with sexual experimentation.  She likes to be naked, fuck in public and especially likes to take it in the ass.  The story focuses on the beginning of Redd’s HAZE tour to Miami and Vegas.  In Miami she meets a sexy club owner who requested her specifically…


Redd’s fans surrounded her, screaming her name and begging for autographs.  She was a DJ for fucks sake.  She didn’t give autographs; she made art with her beats and put on a show.  She couldn’t pretend not to be drunk on the attention, though, and smiled flirtatiously at her admirers.  No one was allowed in the booth besides Charlie, who now had his hand on the small of Redd’s back.  He kept whispering in her ear and rubbing the palm of his large hand over her ass.

Finally she slid her headphones off and addressed him with an annoyed expression.

“What is it?” she screamed over the music.

In answer, he pulled loose the string of her Bikini and leaned down to her ear, “I want to see those gorgeous tits, and so does everyone else.”

She laughed, pushing at his chest before untying the rest of her bikini and tossing it at him.  The crowd became wild as men attempted to claw through the guards to get to her.  The shield around her was impenetrable.  Her tits were spectacular, and she wasn’t ashamed of spinning topless.  Grey was obsessed with Redd’s tits and liked to joke that they had magic powers.

Redd and Grey did Naked Haze every Saturday at Chispa, the most exclusive club on the island, but it was referred to by most as Slutty Saturday.  It started with a strip tease and ended with them wasted, sucking on each other’s cunts atop the DJ table.  Exhibitionism was the main ingredient for success as a Haze DJ.

SEXY DJ 3 INDIGO HAZESEXY DJ: INDIGO is next.  If REDD’s story turned up the heat then Indigo’s story lights a fire!  Indigo is excited that her friend comes to Vegas on her tour.  It’s clear to her that Redd and Nikki are skeptical of Indigo’s ability to take on the biggest club in town, Peace Burlesque.  With Redd’s poor influence and her praise of Indigo’s gorgeous cunt, she works hard to out fuck her friend in front of thousands of her fans.


Indigo felt all eyes on her as she swung her hips, throwing her arms up in the air.  The crowd was waiting for her to get naked.  She stripped with not quite as much showmanship as Redd, who was now licking a skinny redhead’s cunt while Jeremy fucked her ass.  Now Indigo got the attention and she sucked up every delicious moment of it.

Unlike the others, Indigo didn’t like to drink when she did a set, she wanted to feel it all, every moment of that rise and fall like an orgasm for her soul.

Indigo tossed her bra into the crowd, and to one-up Redd she took off her panties and garter wiggling them slowly off her hips.  She climbed up on the booth and spread her legs to the crowd, clad only in her thigh highs.  This was Burlesque after all, though no one was paying attention to the strippers on the pedestals.  The crowd cheered and she heard gasps at the provocation of her bared, wet pussy.

Indigo’s beats were blaring through her ears, her eyes trained on her friend’s wet and explosive ménage as she began fingering herself. Show them your beautiful cunt and you’re it.  She turned on the mic and held it to her lips so the sound of her quick and fast orgasm rang out, mixing in with the beat.

She knew just how to make herself cum hard and fast.  Her pussy was still quivering as she dangled her knees over the edge of the booth and crossed her legs, sitting up straight.  From above she saw Nikki, a pleased yet reticent expression on her face.  She was warning Indigo not to follow Redd’s example.  Indigo was so high on the attention she wouldn’t mind the kiss of Nikki’s whip right now.  She slid off each stocking, slow and teasing and tossed them into the crowd.

“Like watching me cum, don’t you, Vegas?”

The crowd screamed and hollered their answer.

“Who wants to watch me get fucked to my new beat?”

red and grey ignite PICSEXY DJ 4: REDD AND GREY UNITE shows the relationship between Redd and Grey deepening as they put on their SEXY SATURDAY show at Ibiza’s hottest club, where they co-spin naked.  The finale?  I full out menage on a very special stage.


He dumped both girls in the water  and they laughed as they swam out to the platform in the center of the water.  It was secured to the ground of the pool my chains that Juan had installed specifically for them.

Redd climbed aboard the large white raft just as Richard helped Grey slide on. He pulled Redd down onto the slippery wet floor and began licking a path to her swollen clit.  Grey heard a splash in the water and turned to see Juan swimming towards them, a dark look in his eyes, which were trained on Grey.

Redd leaned down on all fours and kissed Grey sloppy and wet upside down.  They laughed against each other’s lips at the inside joke.  Sometimes in their hotel room they practiced these sexy, dramatic and occasionally gratuitous kisses they would put on for show.  Then they would climb into bed together and sixty-nine, sucking each other cunts to see who could get the other off first.  Grey told Redd she would beat her tonight when they got home and in response Redd licked at her lips in another one of those over the top kisses.

Richard stuck two fingers in Grey’s pussy and Redd licked her nipples, as the platform dipped with Juan’s weight.  He gave the group a questioning look, can I join, and Richard addressed the girls.  They agreed immediately, “the more the merrier.”  From the look of Juan naked, muscled and stroking his thick cock, things were about to get a whole lot more interesting.

He knelt behind Redd and began fingering her pussy.  She kissed Grey again, moaning into her mouth, which turned to heavy heaving breaths as she gasped out her first orgasm down Grey’s throat.  Grey envied Redd’s ability to cum on command, almost as much as she envied Juan for getting it out of her so quickly.

Grey watched as Redd’s pussy quivered and dripped as Juan leaned down and licked a line down her ass crack and began sucking the juices out of her clit.  Grey was close, too.  Richard had a finger in her ass and two in her pussy as he clamped down hard on her clit with his lips.  She felt the room dip and sway as her toes curled, her body shivering and Redd slanted over her mouth.  Grey began sucking hard on her lips, feeling the force of her orgasm heaving out each breath.

Redd’s breasts were so perfectly round and impossibly high, hanging above Grey’s head as Richard pulled Redd’s lips away from her and took her mouth to his.  Grey reached up and pinched those gorgeous nipples until they were read, cupping Redd’s perfect breasts in her hand.

Nikki is currently working on the next SEXY DJ e-book: Cunt Race, as well as a spin-off  RED HAZE ON TOUR series.  Please don’t forget to check out her feature of Red Letters over on her blog!  You can follow Nikki on Twitter and the rest of her steamy reads can be found on Amazon.

Thanks for stopping by, Nikki – best of luck, and hope everyone enjoyed the excerpts!



I’ve officially thrown in the towel on “free services”. The writing biz is too important!

Over the weekend something very bizarre happened to me. My Yahoo Mail account suddenly was overwhelmed with emails I hand’t seen for weeks. Some of them were VERY important (such as a book reviewer who has done work with Sylvain Reynard emailed, interested in Red Letters!) and had been sitting unread for WEEKS. Why? Because something went wrong between my website/email host and Yahoo, and Yahoo Mail wasn’t pulling emails. Then all of a sudden it did.


When I started this whole writing thing, I used every free service I could find. Email, hosting, whatever. Why wouldn’t I? I hadn’t earned dime one on my books, and wine was so much more important in the budget. So my email address was No big deal, right? But (a) that’s not very professional, as it screams amateurism by using a free email provider, and (b) I was at the whims of a free service that caters to hundreds of millions, with no one to turn to for technical support.

I recently switched to a paid web host where I put my blog (instead of the free it’s – much more professional, right?) and they also provide email for their monthly fee. Oh, and tech support. But because I started with Yahoo for mail, I just forwarded to my Yahoo account, not thinking anything of it. Then wham – serious delays on some seriously important messages.

So no more – I will not be using my YMail address any longer, only my personal one:

Writing is a business, no matter what some may say about the “noble pursuit of just writing stories.” Writers need readers, and those readers need to see the writer as a professional who is proud of his or her craft.

Bottom line: sometimes you have to spend money to make money.

Writers: Do you have any tips on the business side like this?



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