Suddenly Sexy is an eBook available in eight electronic formats. It was re-released September 2003 by Renaissance eBooks, distributed /available at their site as well as several dozen major and minor e-bookstores eBookAd , Mobipocket.com, Bookbooters.com, eBooks.com, Powells, Amazon.com and more including the U.K. Cover Art modeled and created by Mia Jennings.

"Suddenly Sexy is a fine collection of erotic short fiction. Each delicious offering tantalizes the senses. Highlights include "Player", a story that incorporates sensuality with a good dose of truth men can learn from, and "Summer Storm", a beautifully captured moment of self-love. Other outstanding stories are "Eye of the Beholder", a look at man-to-man passion, and "Maia’s Perfect Hands", an

~ Kate Hill, Editor of Anxiety Publications, Author of The Darkness Therein and The Immaculate

"Sex Noir is a collection of tales of sex and death that all take place in New Orleans and share a shadowy film noir vibe. Author Jamie Joy Gatto, best known for her stories in Best Bisexual Erotica, delivers a sexy, yet moody slice of erotic fiction that should please fans of the genre. Gatto's tales range from sexy to harrowing, from tragic to optimistic, and from hardcore to sugary sweet-- sometimes all within the same story. One of her main themes is how passion and lust can intersect with longing and loss, and many of her characters

~ Frank Majors, AVN: The Adult Entertainment News, March 2003

I have several friends who live or have lived in New Orleans. Maybe it's the scintillating aroma of fresh beignets wafting up among the ornate iron railings or the heat still rising from the legendary Storyville brothels, the sensual mix of Cajun and Creole, French and Spanish cultures, the mysterious hints of gris-gris and Voodoo and the nearby bayous that give the natives a sexy aura. Whatever it may be -- and probably a combination of all of these things -- New Orleans, or Nawlins or The Big Easy, is an erotic, steamy, more Old World city than the rest of America. That charm, that strangeness, that fun-loving sexuality is captured by Jamie Joy Gatto in a new collection of erotic fiction titled Sex Noir. 

You buck and you groan, your body begs me to take it further. With one light touch of my comb, I barely make contact with your clit. It sparks a thousand volts inside you from your groin, up your torso, inside your belly. It spreads to your fingertips and limbs, finally flushing your face beading up with sweat. As you come, the transformation begins; our conjugal bed starts to glimmer, then shine, self-illuminating. Upon it, you glow like seraphim, a hundred points of angel light; your aura floods the room.

It is her gift -- or skill -- to make you simultaneously forget and remember; forget that you are not the character in the tale, remember your own erotic urgings and wants and how they have been satisfied. There is a darkness pervading all the stories, but it is an enveloping kind that does not frighten but caresses and makes you gasp without suffocating. Hidden here, too, is something often lacking in erotic fiction: liberation, the freedom to simply enjoy and be carried away. At least for awhile. 

My hair brushed his belly as I moved to taste it. He took my head between his hands. "Please," he whispered, "just touch me." My fingers drew pictures across his chest, up his neck, dove into his scalp; his hair responded with rippling fluidity. He withdrew my hands, grabbed me by the wrists, "Touch me," he begged, "My skin. All over."

My obsession with sex and death began as a child, after viewing Franco Zefferelli's Romeo & Juliet. I have never let it go. As an adult, I discovered there is no ache, no intensity, quite so exquisite as the pain associated with longing the yearning for that which has been lost, for those who we lust after.

"Jamie Joy Gatto gets me hot and bothered, but oddly enough, she doesn’t get me off. Sex Noir, this oft-published and frequently anthologized firebrand’s debut collection of erotic short fiction is a handsome package with limitless potential. Well-crafted stories reside inside, pulled together with clever charaterization and suitable sensuality. And there is some out and out porn in there too, which is certainly appreciated on this end. But what gets to me, and digs at my mind forcing blood to flow there as opposed to some else in the nether regions is the sometimes raw language. All too often I was left with the notion that had she used a slightly different word, or shifted the tone just such, then I’d have wholly and fully orgasmed in my mind. Power is an important dynamic used in some of the stories, yet the power was just not strong enough. And even the sex, as dirty as it gets, and sensual as it can be, is just not dirty or sensual enough. I mean, I didn’t notice the use of “throbbing manhood” or anything so clichéd, but a simple tweak here, lick here, nibble there and the presentation would have matched the erotic quality of the idea. I am sure that Gatto will be back with more work, and I do look forward to it. I’ll be glad to raise my temperature to more of her ideas, and see if her words do the same. [sic] Max Girth is a pornographer."

Excerpted From "Crossing Boundaries with Circlet Press"
Article by Debra Hyde
03/06/03

"Jamie Joy Gatto's Sex Noir shows where Circlet Press is going with some of its titles. First, towards single-author collections. Second, to small, hardcover editions. Third, to a broader array of erotic material. Like its predecessor, Francesca Lia Block's Nymph, Sex Noir is a compact, petite hardcover, filled with exotic tales of the erotic and exotic. But where Block's collection explored bisexual erotic desire with an applied touch of magic realism, Gatto's collection delves into the connection between desire and death. Some of the renderings -- especially those couched in vignette -- read like a goth girl's comic book. (Think Gloom Cookie but with sex.) Others are longer tales of loss and longing.

"My Mistress is Dead" straddles both categories. Brief but more than a vignette, it details a submissive's discovery that the professional domina that he patronized has died of cancer -- and proceeds to mourn her in ways only she would understand. Or the pull of dysfunctional love in all its passive-agressive glory comes forth in "I Still Dream," a love which, no matter how bad or hurtful its history may be, thrives still on poignant pain. Then again, there's that flip-switch, gruesome ending of "Extenuating Circumstances," which makes me wonder if Gatto has a bad habit of reading horror titles from the old EC Comics.

Gatto excels when she taunts us with those little details, revealing them only in the last moments of a story. Her longer fiction works better than her flash fiction, probably because she's such a good tease of a storyteller. Even better, when she infuses a story with all things New Orleans, she's at her absolute best, drawing us all to the lush, steamy erotic sense of place that only The Big Easy seems to invoke."

"This is a book that you'll not only remember, admire, and love, but it will fuel the fires of your sex fantasies for years."

~ M. Christian on Sex Noir