Monday, November 9, 2020

A powerful appetite … #MFRWsteam #MFRWAuthor #NewRelease #Giveaway

The Pornographer's Apprentice cover

Welcome to another Marketing for Romance Writers Steam Hop! If you like to read on the spicy side, you have definitely come to the right place.

Today I am featuring my brand new release The Pornographer’s Apprentice, first book in my series The Toymakers Guild. In fact, the book is still on pre-order. However, you have a chance to read it before it becomes publicly available on November 16th. Just leave me a comment with your email address, and I’ll enter you into a drawing for a copy of this steam punk erotica opus.

Warning: this book is very explicit – as you’d expect from a story about a secret society that designs and builds sex toys.

When you have recovered from my excerpt, I hope you’ll visit some of the other steamy authors participating in today’s blog hop. Just click on the links at the end of the post.

She wants to build sex toys... if they'll let her.

In prudish, patriarchal Victorian England, nineteen year old prodigy Gillian Smith finds a secret society dedicated to the erotic arts. She’ll need both her intellect and her physical charms to earn the permanent position she craves.

Inspired by a salacious catalogue found in her deceased uncle’s library, she applies for an apprenticeship with the Toymakers Guild. The Guild fabricates bespoke sexual artifacts for the private pleasure of select clients – an occupation for which Gillian, with her technical abilities and her lascivious temperament, is eminently suited.

The other apprentices, initially skeptical about a female engineer, become enthusiastic supporters once they’ve tested her erotic aptitude. The voluptuous Governing Director, and the dashing French journeyman likewise help expand her carnal repertoire. The final decision, however, rests with the reclusive Master Toymaker, who has been missing for nearly two years.

When an unscrupulous nobleman sets up a competing enterprise, he threatens not only the livelihood of the Guild’s members but their lives as well. Gillian hatches an audacious plan to entrap the villain, save the Guild, and leave the absent Master no choice but to grant her heart’s desire.

If you like steam punk erotica with a kinky feminist bent, you'll love The Pornographer's Apprentice.


When she emerged, she found her companions lounging in the parlour, in equally casual attire. Archie wore his dress shirt, mostly unbuttoned, with loose, knee-length drawers underneath. Ian sported a short robe belted at the waist. They’d opened a bottle of wine from the spirits cabinet and filled their glasses to the brim. Indeed, the bottle was more than half empty.

Hallo, Jill,” said Archie. “We’re celebrating. Care for some wine? It’s the good stuff, French.” Without waiting for her response, he poured a third goblet and passed it to her. “Chin chin!”

She bit back her scolding. They’d worked hard, after all, and the generous tips bestowed by Lady Marlborough would more than cover the cost. After seating herself on a convenient sofa, she accepted his offering.

Cheers.” The first sip was pure ambrosia. She drank more deeply, savouring the fruity accents and the hint of oak, then set the glass on the table beside her. “It’s lovely,” she agreed. “But perhaps I should order some food as well. I imagine you must have quite an appetite after your exertions this afternoon.”

Ian leaned closer “We’ve a powerful appetite,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “But not for dinner.”

Archie downed half the contents of his glass, then slipped to the floor at her feet. Teasing her gown open to fully expose her bare foot and trim ankle, he trailed one finger along her instep, then up her leg, before bending to plant a kiss on the inside of her knee. “We’re hungry for you, Jill.”

She shivered with delight at the delicate, reverential touch of his lips. “You’re not thoroughly sated, after gorging on Her Ladyship’s bounty?”

Ian shuffled over from his chair to sit beside her. His right arm circled her waist and pulled her against his slim, hard body, while his left slid into the gap between her lapels to stroke her breast.

Her nipples snapped into aching knots as soon as he touched her. He captured one between his fingers, rolling it back and forth like a bit of modelling clay. Exquisite tension skittered down to her clit, equally swollen and sensitive.

Ian flicked his tongue across her earlobe. Sparks flared. “All the time I was buried in her arse,” he murmured, “I was wishing she was you.”

His words made her suddenly and acutely aware of her rear hole, tight and untouched. When he nuzzled her neck, she imagined such lubricious attention applied to that tender whorl of muscle. She could almost feel the way she’d open to him as he licked and probed, gentle but irresistible. She squirmed on the sofa, nether parts tingling, as Ian pulled her into a wine-flavoured kiss.

Closing her eyes, she surrendered to Ian’s demanding mouth. Meanwhile, Archie nibbled his way up her inner thigh, pushing the gown further open as he went along. She felt him part the engorged folds of her quim and sensed the warmth of his breath as he paused to inhale her scent. Then he dove into her cunny, licking and sucking as though starved for her flesh.

Oh! Archie!” She jerked away from Ian’s lips as fireworks exploded between her legs. Her thighs clamped down around Archie’s head and she ground herself against his face. Ian tore open her gown and captured a nipple between his teeth, gnawing gently while twisting the other between his finger and thumb.

Oh, by Archimedes, it was almost too much! Gillian writhed on the sofa, helpless under the onslaught of so much pleasure. As she thrashed, no more than a few breaths from spending, Archie wriggled one hand under her buttocks. Immediately her attention flew to her arsehole. He continued licking her cunny while running his finger along the cleft between her rear cheeks. Back and forth he slid, gathering her juices and smearing them over the twitching knot of her sphincter.

She felt every movement, every bit of pressure, every glide of his fingertips across the forbidden portal. A climax loomed over her, a fierce, dark wave ready to break. Then Archie pushed one finger deep inside her arse, Ian bit down on her nipple, and the pleasure came crashing down, sweeping everything away.

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Jamilla said...

Wow sounds so hot and sexy woo wee yasss πŸ”₯😊❤😍

Jamilla said...

Forgot my email address on my comment earlier - Thanks for sharing and the chance 😊❤

L.C. said...

Very tasteful cover! Would love to win this (if Canadian addresses are okay) (harperyn at outlook dot com)

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Daryl DevorΓ© said...

Fabulous snippet -erotic and hot.

Colleen C. said...

great snippet... definitely hot!

Sierra said...

Wow! Super hot.

Kathryn R. Blake said...

Pleasure takes her to the edge and a touch of pain brings her tumbling over. Very erotic, Lisabet.

Fiona McGier said...

I love your use of archaic language, since this is set in the past. And why shouldn't we expect that there were hot, sexy times back then, just like there are now? Great excerpt! Can't wait to read it!

Savanna Kougar said...

Love how you set and describe the scene. That was sexy-hawt. Wow! And a steampunk story to boot.

Karinski said...

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Kelley Heckart said...

I could tell this story is set in Victorian England by the dialogue and clothing. Love the idea of steampunk erotica.

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Anonymous said...

I think my comment got eaten, but the book sounds delightful!

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Lisabet Sarai said...

Congratulations to L. Emmaline, who's the winner of the drawing! And a big thank you to everyone who commented!

Dee S Knight and Anne Krist said...

I'm a real fan of erotic Victorian language! Great excerpt--as always!

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