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Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Wild Card, 2006. Winner of "best oral sex scene" - Scarlet Magazine. Amanda's Young Men, 2009. Excerpted in Scarlet Magazine; Juicy Bits. Sarah's Education, 2009. Hit the #1 spots on Amazon.co.uk adult fiction & adult romance best seller lists. Jade Magazine bestowed the best cover art, 2009 award on Sarah's Education. "Get Up, Stand Up!" which appeared in The Cougar Book (Logical-Lust) won me the title 'Story Teller of the Year 2011' at The Erotic Awards, London, UK. Sarah's Education took the #3 spot on a list of the 30 most titillating titles of all time, as reported in English Daily Mail ;Female; Nov. 12, 2012. Debutante, a petite novel for e-publisher Imprint Mischief, (Harper-Collins) pubbed in 2012. I tutor writing students and am a member of the WGC. D.M. Thomas said: Madeline Moore writes great sex without metaphor and that's not easy to do. Kris Saknussemm said: You're a good egg, Madeline Moore. I am a good egg who writes great sex without metaphor! Yippee!

Sunday, 18 September 2016

SILVER DESIRE is available now!
I love my story in this anthology and I'm really enjoying the stories by all the other authors as well.
Get your copy now... because we're never too old to make whoopee...
and we're never too old to voraciously devour an anthology on the subject!

Thursday, 30 June 2016


Coming soon:

The Good Doctor's Private Practice

A little old school erotica serial, featuring the cool, elusive, studly Dr. Goodman and Em, the patient who adores him. There's personalities and sex and well-rounded characters and more sex. The serial may be short on teaching points and revelations but it's long on longing and flirtation and sexual gratification. I think you'll like it.

Excerpts of my works in progress and where permitted, excerpts form the short pieces I've recently sold. (EEEEEEE-lectronically signed a contract today so that's fun!)

Pretty pictures!

Probably a lot of opinion pieces ... which are better off here, I think, than plastered on my Facebook page.


Keep an eye out. I plan to relaunch in the fall.

xo mad

Monday, 16 May 2016

Bulls in a China Shop - book review by Madeline Moore

I agreed to write an honest review of Jay Miner’s book with some trepidation. I know him primarily as a poet so I first asked him if it has a plot. The author assured me that it did and so this fine coming-of-age tale slipped into my hands.
This slim volume feels good to hold. The photographs (taken by Jay) complement the text, which is spare but truly stunning.
Our guide moves us quite swiftly from a place of relative safety (home) to serious danger (the road) with mental illness as the catalyst and drugs the primary fuel. This particular road trip tale is a swift and scary descent into seediness and danger. Happily, Jay Miner has chosen his words with care. He writes with both detachment and fervor: part “nothin’ but the facts, ma’am” and part gonzo revelation rumpus rioteer.
It begins where many such stories end – at the rehab. I might have liked to linger there with him and the girl called Smith and Wesson but there will be no time wasted in the telling of this tale. Our hero hooks up with his new pal Crazy Horse, fakes his own death and we move on to the travel section of the piece. Las Vegas is where these two beeline like grifters to a con. There, at the Blue Angel Motel, they meet Chernobyl Charlie, the Locust, Full Moon Baboon and (my favorite) Velveeta Elvis. These guys keep black widow spiders as pets in their room. The webbed corners full of free range spiders is a brain burn I’m not overly excited to have acquired, but acquire it I have.
I don’t want to give away any plot twists so I’ll stop there. It doesn’t take a long time to go on this trip although I can practically guarantee you’ll ride along twice. I did.
While Jay chronicles events in an often dispassionate voice, he is no bystander. This is the story of a naive young man who pays his way, for the most part quite willingly, with the broken pieces of his sanity. While it’s not the story of a true miracle, the ersatz Vegas-style version is just good enough to save his life.
Although Bible verses are quoted throughout, the reader isn’t rewarded with true redemption at the conclusion of this debut volume and for that I’m grateful. It would not have rung true. I’m happy to report that Mr. Miner is wise enough to know he’s just started down the road. This is a book of beginnings, well told.

Bulls in a China Shop by Jay Miner

Saturday, 3 October 2015

Mythologically Torqued Vol II

Isn't this a fabulous little thing? It's my story, "To Hell and Back", available all on its own (as an e-book) or as one story in a fabulous collection of LGBT tales that mingle old myths and modern life to bring YOU, dear reader, something new.

Here's the BIG BOOK, Mythologically Torqued Volume II, available as an e-book or a paperback:

You can buy them both on Amazon:

To Hell and Back

Mythologically Torqued II

OR direct from Torquere Press:

Mythologically Torqued II (e-book)

To Hell and Back by Madeline Moore

By the way, it was a delight to work with Torquere. They really care!

I hope you enjoy taking a dip in the pool of re-imagined myths. Just don't forget to wet your heels!

Wednesday, 2 September 2015

BASTARDS HAD THE WHOLE HILL MINED - poetry by Dominic Albanese


(note: Dominic Albanese is a Facebook friend of mine and I liked his book. I’ve never written a review that was otherwise.)

BASTARDS HAD THE WHOLE HILL MINED is not an easy read. It should be, given how plain the language is, but the subject matter and the poet’s voice make it a very rough ride. Not as rough, of course, as fighting in the Vietnam War, which is what this collection is about. As for the poet’s voice, it is that of a raconteur with a powerful flair for vernacular. To quickly become fluent in Albanese is time well spent.

gun oil, fish sauce, blood, creosote, “l’odeur de la papaya verte”
Asia of the jungle, Asia of the mountains, Asia of the
such a long time ago, yesterday to me

Bursts of black anger or hilarity share the page with lamentations,
like this line from what is I think my favorite poem in the collection,

weeping wondering calling on the dusty bones
to remember me and our times

In 1964, having already left Mark Twain Junior High on Coney Island and gotten into trouble, a big kid found himself enlisted in the US Armed Forces. He was 16 but as far as the Military knew, he was 17. Imagine the meeting, on a bus from basic training to begin jump school, between Dominic Albanese and John G. Madison, then 19. By the time their Special Forces Training was done and they shipped out, Monk and Maddy were tight.

two grizzled 40some year ole Master Sargent s
Maddy n me not 40 between us
in years but armed to the teeth

In verdant green and black and white, we are unsettled into foreign territory, with Dominic Albanese as our guide. Not that he paints himself as a hero.

(I was young, scared, over my
Virgil Gray…n…some other Old timers would allow me
slack as long as when the shit hit I fired back

but it’s clear that there are other soldiers, particularly Maddy, who are his personal heroes and that those who survived carried some seriously scary demons home to the USA.
So, in the final poem, MAYDAY, when I read this simple line:

I am glad to be here

it makes me want to weep with relief.

Mr. Albanese has said, “All writers are poets. Poets are just lazy writers,” but he has also said, “Why take 400 pages to say something I can say on one page?”
His stream-of-consciousness style and his ear for the vernacular took me on one unsettling journey after another, one page after another. I’ve been back and forth in space and time with Monk and Maddy and I understand, better, the tragedy of “The American War.”
Why does a poem that starts:

…in jungle grunt through bush
wading streams small river
leeches bugs snakes
never mind around a corner
some green hat NVA would love to kill ya…

have the title THE FUNNY OF WAR?

It’s easy enough to find out!
This volume of poetry is a hard-won grace, fifty years in the making. The relevance of the book is not limited to Veterans, although BASTARDS matters to a lot of them. It is ultimately the tale of a big, terrified kid and his best pal, miraculously surviving a stupid bloodbath only to discover that the stupid bloodbath sloshes in their boots with every step they take.

into the tropic magic, into the terror
laughing, burp guns, grease guns, grenade launchers,
large bore pistols
rucksacks full of dried fish and rice, wearing car-tire
acting like real soldiers, only playin war

Poor Monk. There’s a hell of a heart beating inside that big, scared lug and lucky for us, it is the heart of a fine poet.

by Dominic Albanese
published by Seb Doubinsky, Les Editions du Zaporogue