Sophie Kisker

Welcome to my Eden Books store! I am so excited to have the opportunity to sell books without the censorship that seems to be increasing every day. At this time I only have ebooks but I will be eventually selling paperbacks here as well.

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A few of my books are published though Blushing Books, and can’t be sold here on Eden Books. You can find them on Amazon, though. They include:

Fear and Desire (noncon, capture fantasy)

The Midrosian Chronicles (sci-fi, BDSM, noncon, capture fantasies)
~Memories of Surrender
~Longings of Surrender
~Tears of Surrender

Claimed: A ‘Nectar for the Gods’ Novella


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Dreams fill her nights. Nightmares fill her days.

Keelie Johnson was pulled through a rift in space and time to satisfy the addiction of Anterrin males to the nectar a human woman makes between her thighs. Then she’s sold to a tentacled alien who takes her away from the only place with a door back to Earth.

Siridin Sens is on the run, banished from his home after killing his brother’s murderer. Coming across a wrecked space ship with a lone survivor—a human nectar slave—is a complication he didn’t need. She’s disobedient, and when she starts telling stories of hearing a ghost he vows to get rid of her as soon as he can.

But for two people who have already lost everything, the universe seems to have other plans.

An HEA novella with themes of menage, capture, explicit sex, and the spanking of naughty slaves.



Additional information


Audio, EPUB (for NON-KINDLE users), MOBI (FOR KINDLE USERS), Paperback

Word Count


Page Count

79 pages

Publication Date

May 26, 2018


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For years I wrote and hid capture fantasies and stories of unequal power exchange in the computer, convinced that no one would be interested in the twisted musings of my mind.  When the internet finally showed me that there were others who shared the same dark desires I’d hidden, I decided to come out of the closet.

My men are strong, even when love makes them tender. My women are fierce and independent and will not surrender until they are respected. My stories are about negotiating the often-dark dance of dominance and submission between the two. In the end, though, he always claims her heart.

Right now, I split my time between being mother, wife, overworked employee, and slave to the cat. Most evenings will find me hiding in my office cave to write, where I only care about my internet signal and the strength of my coffee.