I
am working on a brand new novella, but it’s going very slowly. In
the meantime, I have collected three of my boldest and most arousing
novels into a new boxed set called Brazen, available
exclusively on Amazon.
The
collection includes Incognito;
Rajasthani Moon;
and the most recently updated edition of my very first novel, Raw
Silk –
approximately
220 thousand luscious words in total.
As
usual, it’s a bit difficult to decide whether these books should be
viewed as erotica or as romance. Both, I guess. All three stories
conclude with HEAs, and two of them involve weddings. At the same
time, the heroines engage in wide range of sexual explorations, not
infrequently with individuals other than their ultimate partners.
If
you’re a stickler for monogamy, I suspect you’re not going to
approve of this collection. If you’re more open-minded… well,
prepare yourself for a sensual treat.
The
collection will release on August 10th and will be free on
Kindle Unlimited. Meanwhile, it’s available for pre-order at the
miniscule price of 99 cents.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HBNC7M63
Here’s
an exclusive, explicit excerpt from Rajasthani
Moon.
Cecily
strained against the ropes that held her fast. Loops of rough hemp
bit into her flesh, preventing anything but the most miniscule
movements. Her nude body had been draped over one of the
red-leather-covered ottomans scattered around the opulent apartment.
The low stool was broad enough to support her chest and belly but
left her arse jutting out into space. Her legs had been spread wide.
Then her wrists and ankles had been secured to iron loops embedded in
the floor.
The
ungainly arrangement exposed her most delicate parts to anyone who
cared to look. A cool evening breeze filtered in through the latticed
windows, raising the tiny hairs on her arms and tickling her moist
quim like invisible fingers. I must not
allow myself to become aroused, Cecily
reminded herself. I must remain lucid,
rational, alert to any information that might bring me advantage.
Alas, the dampness painting her inner thighs suggested she was
already losing that battle.
The
indignity of her position enraged her—that they should treat Her
Majesty’s envoy in such a way! Still, it couldn’t help but focus
her own attention upon her sex. Her lower lips fluttered and her clit
pulsed as she imagined, despite herself, the lewd picture she must
present.
To
add insult to injury, it had been Sarita who had bound her thus—at
the Rajah’s instruction, presumably. The lady had not been gentle
as she’d stripped away the finery she’d so recently bestowed,
forced Cecily’s legs apart, and circled her limbs with the scratchy
cord. Her roughness had made Cecily suspect that Sarita was anything
but pleased by her assignment.
It
had required every ounce of Cecily’s self-control to resist
temptation and not fight back. A well-placed silat melayu punch or a
ninjitsu kick would have rendered the haughty young woman helpless
for long enough that Cecily might have slipped out of the room. Where
could she go, though, naked and constrained as she was by the
fiendish collar? Besides, Bhuni and an equally massive colleague
stood guard outside the Rajah’s quarters.
Now
Sarita lounged on a carved ebony settee across the room, reading and
pointedly ignoring Cecily’s squirming and sighs. Apparently she’d
been ordered to remain with the captive, at least until the Rajah
arrived.
He
seemed to be taking his time. Cecily’s nose itched. Her
over-extended muscles were starting to cramp. Her arousal faded,
vanquished by boredom and physical discomfort. Still, there was no
sign of the elegant ruler.
At
long last, the door rattled and then swung open. Sarita leapt from
her seat, crossed the richly-patterned carpet, and sank to her knees
in front of the entering Rajah.
“My
Lord, I have done as you commanded. The spy awaits you.”
Amir
took in Cecily’s shameful state in one astute glance. Amusement was
evident in both his voice and his expression. “Excellent work,
Sarita. I could hardly have done better myself.” He raised his
favourite to her feet and bestowed a kiss upon her lips. She pressed
her lithe body against his in an attempt to prolong the embrace, but
he gently put her aside and strolled over to confront Cecily.
“She
looks extremely fetching in bondage, just as I’d expected.”
Out
of the corner of her eye, Cecily glimpsed the other woman’s
deepening scowl.
“How
are you feeling, Miss Harrowsmith?”
The
mockery in his tone was not enough to prevent a surge of renewed
lust, which she struggled to suppress. “I presume that’s a
rhetorical question, Your Highness,” she replied after a moment.
God, but his eyes are hypnotic!
“Given that I’m stark naked and trussed up like a goose about to
be roasted.”
“Not
entirely rhetorical.” The handsome Rajah circled around to inspect
her from the rear. “It seems to me that you’re distinctly damp.”
With a chuckle, he swept a finger down the length of her cleft,
gathering her moisture. Her inner muscles clenched as sparks struck
her clit. When he smeared her juices across her bum, she wanted to
sink through the floor. “Based on the available evidence, I’d say
that being bound excites you.”
“Nonsense—”
she began. Her attempts at a cool, sarcastic response were
interrupted by the ferocious slap he landed on her arse. “Ow! Oh…”
The sting from his spank vanished, overwhelmed by the delicious
sensation of his fingers playing in her cunny. “Oh…ah…”
“And
it’s clear that, like many of your compatriots, you find corporal
punishment arousing.”
“No—ow!
That’s ridiculous…Ow! Ah! Ow!”
He
alternated sharp blows to her buttocks with exquisite explorations of
her cunt.
“Fondness
for punishment is one of the many intriguing cultural phenomena I
encountered during my sojourn in your dank country.” He circled her
back hole with a slick finger, then probed gently. “I suppose that
being exposed to those notions at a tender age might have shaped my
own predilections in that regard.”
She
tightened her sphincter, trying to keep him out, without success.
Guilty pleasure rushed through her as he wiggled his digit just
inside the entrance. “Oh—you…uh—you spent time in England?
Ah…” Though he pulled out, the effects of his lewd touch
continued to ripple through her body. Her sex gaped, hungry, dripping
with excitement she couldn’t hide. If only he’d stop chattering
and simply take her…
“I
was schooled there. Pratan as well. My father believed in the value
of knowing one’s enemy.”
“I’m
not— We’re not—oh!—your enemy, Your Highness. Ow!”
The
Rajah had pinched one of the welts raised by his brother’s
whipping. “Hmm. We’ll see. Speaking of Pratan, it looks as though
he did quite a job on you yesterday. Perhaps I should refrain from
inflicting any further damage on your delectable bottom at present.”
Cecily
bit back a moan of disappointment. She hung her head, appalled by her
reaction. Her hair tumbled around her face, hiding her shame.
“Fear
not, sweet Cecily. I have other ideas about what to do with
you—equally nasty and painful, I guarantee.” He gave both her
butt cheeks a solid squeeze, waking echoes of her previous beatings,
then moved away.
She
heard a lock click on some chest or cabinet behind her. He must be
seeking some new instrument of punishment or humiliation. She
shuddered, from fear or anticipation, or perhaps both at once.
“Where
is Pratan?” she ventured as the noise of his rummaging continued.
At the moment, she would have felt safer in the company of the
bandit.
“He’s—um—indisposed
at the moment. That is why I was delayed. Ah, here we are! Don’t
worry. I fully intend to share you with my brother.”
Share?
Each man was fearsome in his own right. But together…
She
pushed the thought away. Focus. Be
strong.
“My
Lord, may I leave?”
Heavens!
Cecily had completely forgotten that Sarita was present, watching the
entire scene. Her cheeks burnt anew.
“Oh,
I don’t know. I thought that perhaps you’d like to participate in
our little games.”
“No,
sir—truly…”
Let
her go, Cecily begged silently. Please
just let her go.
“You
don’t want to put these clamps on her labia? Or work this wooden
phallus into her rear hole?”
This
was almost too much for Cecily’s all-too-vivid imagination. Her
swollen clit throbbed. Her sex muscles clenched around hungry
emptiness. If either of them touches me,
she thought, I’ll explode.
“My
Lord, please…” Sarita sounded desperate.
“I
thought I might make Miss Harrowsmith lick your cunny. Wouldn’t you
like that?”
Oh
my God, no! And yet a sidelong glance
at the lovely courtesan almost sent Cecily over the edge.
“I
am your obedient servant, sir…” the girl began.
Amir
laughed and swept Sarita into his arms once more, mollifying her with
an energetic kiss. “Never mind. I won’t force you do something
that so clearly displeases you. Not tonight, at least!”
“Thank
you, my Lord.” Sarita pressed her lips to the back of his hand in
obvious relief. “I am very grateful.”
“Go
then! Off to the women’s quarters with you!” He swatted her
diminutive rear on her way out. “I’ll call if I want you.”
She
turned upon the threshold to give him a deep bow. “As you command,
my Lord. Thank you again.” The door closed behind her.
“Thank
you,” murmured Cecily, her raging heartbeat starting to slow down.
“You
don’t find my Sarita desirable?”Amir faced her, drawing back the
curtain of her hair and fixing her with his compelling gaze.
“She’s
lovely but…” Cecily was uncertain how to continue. She didn’t
want to offend him unnecessarily. Her future depended on his
goodwill.
“But
she doesn’t seem very fond of you, does she? Well, who could blame
her? All she wants is to give herself to me, body and soul, but I’ve
chosen you as my companion for tonight instead.”
He
lifted Cecily’s tangled locks to drape them over her shoulders.
When his fingers grazed her back, tiny shivers of delight raced along
her skin. His half-smile told her that he’d noticed.
“Shall
we continue, then?” That question, at least, seemed rhetorical,
since he disappeared without waiting for an answer.
