Rosary Deville likes to explore hidden and taboo depths of human sexuality, allowing her readers to embrace their inner desires often shamed by society—in a fantasy, safe for everyone, except for the main character of course 😉

How would you define the genre for the books, The Offering and The Offering Surrender? Can they be called BDSM books? What do you want readers to know about them?

For the Offering books, I would classify them as dark, taboo erotica. And yes, they are fantasy BDSM. I say fantasy because these books aren’t how-tos in BDSM, nor are they meant to represent safe, consensual practices.

I want readers to know that these books are packed full of dub-con and non-con content. They depict a fantasy world that’s vastly different than ours. The wereduin—what werewolves are called in this universe—have a culture that praises both violence and sexual violence. So expect a lot of that! And if you think The Offering is bad…wait until you read The Offering Surrender. 

But questionable content aside, these books are quite kinky! In the first one, poor little Fern gets put into Obedience Training where Don will instruct him in ways to submit. Or as Fern puts it, “An all-encompassing course in How to Submit Your Beta.”

Obedience Training takes place in an outdoor stadium where the alphas start by walking their betas around the track like dogs on a leash. Afterward they take them into the field where different activities are laid out, which according to Fern “are nothing more than ways in which alphas could humiliate us.”

Apparently, The Offering was so hot that it was banned on Amazon 😉 What are other bookstores and web resources where dark erotica authors can place their books? Is it more difficult to promote a book if it’s not on Amazon?

Yes, The Offering was so naughty that it ended up getting banned on Amazon. As of the date of this article, the second book, The Offering Surrender has not yet been banned. But I wouldn’t be too surprised if it goes that route, especially since its content is much more depraved than the first book! After all, it only takes one person to complain.

Yes, it can be harder to sell books outside of Amazon. However, Amazon isn’t the only place to go for books—albeit it is a very large, dominating presence in the e-book world.

But even with the other stores, you’d be (not so) surprised to learn that lots of them also get their panties in a twist when it comes to erotica and that makes it hard on authors. Believe it or not, Smashwords (a site famous for erotica) at first banned The Offering, too! There are strong puritanical views at large that make life much harder for adults to purchase and sell the content of our choice. I’m from the US, so admittedly, all my experience with this is in the States. I’m not sure how oppressive the rest of the world is when it comes to banning adult content.

I’ve uploaded The Offering to Smashwords, Barnes and Noble, Apple, Google, and others. I also made a linktr.ee to consolidate the list of retailers selling The Offering into an easy to find location.

There’s also a relatively new site called Eden Books that is mostly a free-for-all when it comes to erotica. The Offering is up there, too. Definitely go and check that site out! While currently it has a lot of MF erotica, it’s only a matter of time before more MM authors begin to sell their books there.

As for The Offering Surrender, eventually, I will pull it from KU so I can expand it onto these other sites as well. As of the date of this article, The Offering Surrender can only be found on Amazon and KU.

What do you find most appealing about stories of Alphas/betas/omegas?

I’ve always had an interest in BDSM, and alphas/betas/omegas stories tend to be heavy in that. Not all of them, I’m sure. But the ones that strike my fancy normally have strong dom/sub relationships that I love reading about.

Is it more interesting for you to write from the POV of a dominant or a submissive person—and why?

I like to get in character when I’m writing. And so, I enjoy taking on either role. Which one is more interesting? Both can be. It’s getting inside the character’s head, living life in their shoes, that’s the interesting part really.

While the real-life BDSM should be safe, sane and consensual, dark erotica fiction often deals with non-consensual situations or dubious consent. In your opinion, what makes non-con stories appealing for readers, while they most likely wouldn’t want something like that happen to them in real life? Can reading them be beneficial or dangerous in some way?

I think fantasy is a great way for people to explore things that interest them that they might not otherwise want to experience. Think of it as a giant playground where you call all the shots. This gives you all the power. You’re not at the mercy of the real world. You go entirely at your own pace and experience things vicariously through the characters. No one gets hurt when characters in stories get hurt. Having a fantasy isn’t the same as wanting to experience it in real life. So, I think it’s beneficial.

The only time in which this could become dangerous is if the person does not draw a clear line between fantasy and reality. Nothing I write about in my stories is real. It’s all a fantasy world. It’s only when you start to take your morality from fiction that you are in trouble. This can be inappropriate and dangerous in any genre of fiction, not just dark erotica. For instance, Disney princesses and Hollywood romantic comedies run this same risk. Real relationships are not at all like those in movies, and I feel there’s a real danger in thinking that what is being projected to you on screen is what you will find in reality, because that’s not true. People aren’t like that. But there’s no harm in watching a Disney movie or another rom-com and enjoying it, knowing that it is just fantasy, and not something to base your life around.

So, no, I don’t think there’s any harm in reading dark erotica where dub-con and non-con are strong themes. Not when you know that all of that is fantasy and not what’s healthy and acceptable in real life. If it turns you on, great! That’s why there are books to help you fulfill that kink, and not why you should go out and subject that kind of treatment onto others or yourself, i.e., don’t put yourself in an abusive relationship just to get your kicks. Get them in fantasy!

An excerpt from The Offering. It takes place when Don and Fern first go to Obedience Training and have just arrived on the track. Fern, however, has no plans to cooperate.

A large podium stood at the center of the field. All across the field were different activities as they were called, which were nothing more than ways in which alphas could humiliate us.

Papa had told me some of his and Mom’s experiences with a few of these activities. I always found it strange that he remembered them with fondness.

Alpha and beta pairs were selecting spots on the grass around the track. Don and I stopped at a comfortable distance from others.

“Sit.”

“What the fuck? I’m not your goddamn dog.”

“I didn’t call you a dog, but you will take your seat at my feet.”

“Fuck you.”

Don’s eyes narrowed. The next moment, I was on my belly, and the spikey grass made me want to itch. He stepped on the leash, close to my collar. Thankfully, we weren’t directly on the track, or this would have been even more painful. “That’s better.”

Moving caused me to choke, but I did anyway. “Fuck-er.”

He pressed my head into the grass with his shoe, the tuffs muffling my sounds. “Much better.”

“Mmmm.” I struggled against him, but it was no use. He was too strong, and he stood on the leash.

“Welcome, mating pairs.” The voice of a priestess of Elaine, Goddess of Obedience, came from the field’s center—probably at that podium, I’d seen earlier. “Today starts the first of your Obedience Training. I see some of the unrulier ones are already being subjugated. Let that be a lesson for any beta who chooses to disobey. Alphas take as long as you need to get your beta in line.”

Even as she said that I kept struggling. The collar restricted my body, shortening even more of my breath as it tightened around my chest and neck. When it squeezed my ass and groin, a tingle rushed up my spine. I twitched at the sensations. Feeling utterly trapped, confined. The grass still tickled my skin, but I had no way of scratching. A sound too much like a whimper escaped my lips. Don was teaching me my place, and I didn’t like it.

Don’s foot pressed me farther into the grass. “If you want to suffocate, by all means, keep it up.”

The priestess hadn’t stopped speaking. “Betas that aren’t misbehaving take a knee behind your alpha. Alphas rest a palm on your beta’s head. This is called the Praying position. This will be your starting position. Each class will begin and end with this position. Now, let us begin the prayer to the gracious Goddess Elaine.”

Don whispered into my ear, “Shall I fuck you, my little Fern? Right here, while you’re helpless and exposed.”

“Uhm uhmm,” I tried to shake my head. He grabbed my ass, his fingers trailing along my crack, itching to enter me. I didn’t wanna be fucked. I wanted to be free, but that wasn’t going to happen. Either I stopped struggling, or he’d fucked me right here on the grass.

I fought anyway. I didn’t want him to fuck me, but I’d be damned before I rolled over onto my belly for him.

The leash squeezed my cock, and I moaned, thankful for once that the grass muffled the sound. But Don still heard it.

“Too late.” His belt buckle clanked, then he was on my back, pressing me into the ground even more. His cock nudged into my pucker. In one brutal movement, he thrust into me, tearing my skin a bit, and I cried out. The pain bordered on pleasure, the pleasure bordering on pain. Don’s alpha prowess already began healing the hurt.

Now that he was no longer shoving my face in the grass, I could see around me. Other betas were being fucked on the grass. One beta was being taken up the ass, her large alpha pounding her into submission. She kept trying to get away, to no avail.

My groin ached. Something about the scene was hot. Maybe it was the submission. Maybe it was Don pumping into my ass, riding me hard, biting my shoulder. The suit stiffened around my body everywhere Don had tightened it. I lay, mouth opened, panting on the grass. My body rocked against the ground in line with his thrusts. I wanted to keep struggling, but I was tiring. Soon I couldn’t move a muscle; the girdle was so tight.

Don was heavy on top of me, whispering words into my ear.

“How about it, Fern?” He nipped my cartilage, tugging it between his teeth. “Gonna stop fighting me? Or do you wanna spend the entire class with my cock up your ass.” He closed a hand over my mouth, so I couldn’t answer him.

I could no longer think. My eyes rolled back into my head as I surrendered to the pleasure.

Then he came hard in my ass, and all I could do was moan. When he came, I fell over the edge with him. But it was different this time like my orgasm was dictated by him. I’d heard of this—when an alpha makes his beta force-cum. It was unlike any orgasm I had experienced. It rushed through my body, drawing all of me into the feelings of pleasure, of pain, of my owner. That’s what it felt like—like he was the one in control over my body. Not me. He took the energy from me and left me lethargic. I felt his influence settling in more places inside me.

He forced me into another orgasm. It was more than simple pleasure. This was entrapment. The more I came, the more it sucked the fight out of me. Making me docile until I lay motionless beneath him.

“Good boy.” He stroked my sweaty hair. The moment he let up on the leash, I dragged in a deep breath. My body still tingled from the sex.