This month marks the debut of Fifty Shades of Dorian Gray, a novel I co-authored with an oblivious (dead) Oscar Wilde using his work, The Picture of Dorian Gray and a whole lotta smutty thinking inspired by E.L. James' Fifty Shades of Grey. Why, Basil Hallward and Lord Henry Wotton were just dying to get it on - in vivid Victorian detail - with that hot piece of ass, Dorian Gray. And so I wrote Fifty Shades of Dorian Gray with my sordid sense of humor and feminist wrath. And of course, dear, dead Oscar contributed generously.
Now that this book is done, I find myself still mashing up novels late into the night. I hereby not so humbly submit to you proposals for some more feisty combos.
