Fanny Moon is a tongue-in-cheek pseudonym, a creative outlet for all the usual pent-up frustrations.
Describe your desk
Covered with papers, old cups of tea, and tiny piles of ash.
What's the story behind your latest book?
I suffer from constant erotic dreams, erotic nightmares, as well as terrifying regular nightmares. Some so horrific and bizarre that they bear repeating. So I'm writing up some of the more interesting ones, with added/developed traditional narrative elements to ensure an entertaining read.
Deep inside a decaying cinema, where the soda is stale and the popcorn is flaccid, noted pervert Boris the Manager unearths in Honey’s body a biological impossibility: she’s a human confection factory! From favoured orifices pour a procession of potent gourmet candies. Of course Boris denies glee at taking advantage of naïve Honey’s sweet body. The very idea! This is solely a business venture...