Welcome to the MFRW Steam Hop! Today’s the day when those of us who write erotica and erotic romance come out to play. So grab a cold drink (or maybe have a cold shower close by) and get ready to sizzle.
My excerpt today comes from my pseudo-Victorian steam punk novel The Pornographer’s Apprentice. This is the first book in my series The Toymakers Guild. I’m currently working on the second.
Enjoy! Oh, and I’m giving away a free copy, to one person who leaves a comment. Don’t forget to include an email address (obfuscated is fine) so I can find you if you win!
Blurb
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.
Excerpt
The cottage was built of the same stone as the manor but seemed older, with thick walls and a thatched roof. The sill of the one window was nearly a foot deep. Axe-marked beams outlined a low doorway. There was no bell or knocker on the plank door, just a wrought iron latch. She was about to rap her knuckles against the splintery wood when the door swung open.
Rawlings loomed in the entry way, a burly silhouette against the light from the grate behind him. Ducking his head to get through the door, he stepped into the night, reached for Gillian, and crushed her trembling form against his bare chest. With her nose buried in the curly hair that furred his skin, she breathed him in – grass and earth, smoke and sweat. Lust ripped through her like a forest fire, consuming every thought, every scruple. She would have crumpled to her knees if he had not held her up with one powerful arm. His other hand roamed over her breasts, her hips, her buttocks, exploring her body with possessive confidence that made her pant and moan.
“Jill,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “Ye’re here at last.”
He swung her off her feet and carried her into the stone hut, kicking the door shut behind him. His strength dizzied her. She barely had time to glance around the sparsely furnished interior before he’d deposited her on the thin mattress of an iron bedstead in one corner. Then he stood back, hands on his hips, and gazed at her as though he could hardly believe she was real.
His ragged hair half covered his eyes. The stubble she’d noticed earlier was thicker now, darkening his cheeks and chin and giving him a feral, dangerous look. Naked to the waist, with his swarthy complexion and abundant body hair, he seemed like some mythological creature, half man, half beast.
His lips curled into a smile, revealing surprisingly white, even teeth. “Off with those duds, lass.”
Clumsy with eagerness, she tried to comply. Her buttons resisted the efforts of her shaking fingers. The laces of her overskirt tangled into an intractable knot. The long sleeves of her bodice clung to her arms, refusing to release them. Finally, clawing and tearing at the fabric, she managed to free herself.
His grin stretched wider when he saw she’d left her drawers at home. Exposed and aroused, both proud and ashamed, she huddled on the bed and awaited his next order.
His gaze travelled over her body, lingering on her swollen nipples and her damp cunt fur. Though her cheeks burned with embarrassment, she nevertheless parted her legs to show him the wet folds of her hungry quim. Without comment, he unfastened his trousers and let them fall to the floor. His massive cock sprang free, bouncing merrily. He captured it in his big hand, stroking up and down as his eyes continued to devour her.
Gillian was so aroused it was almost painful. Her clit throbbed. Her breasts ached. Juices dripped from her spread-open sex onto Rawlings’ mattress. “Please,” she whimpered. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“Nor I,” replied the giant. In two strides he was by the bed. He reached out to fondle her breasts, squeezing and pinching, then pushed her back onto the mattress. Hovering over her prone form, he grasped her thighs in his huge paws, pulled them wide, and without any further preliminaries, sank his enormous prick into her drenched cleft.
To finally have him inside her was nothing short of glorious. His engorged cock woke exquisite sensations as it slid back and forth across her slick inner walls. Despite his massive size, she felt no pain, only a million shades of delight at being filled and stretched to her utter limit. He began to thrust, pushing deeper than she would have believed possible. She wrapped her legs around his waist so she could ride his incredible hardness, rocking into each stroke, mashing her clit against his rigid shaft. Already she felt the sweet heaviness of a climax gathering in her pelvis.
“Reckon ye missed me, wench,” he grunted. “Ye’re wetter than Aune Head Mire.” Prying her thighs away from his body, he flipped them onto his shoulders and leaned in so that she was nearly bent double. Now Rawlings was totally in control. He seized her ankles and jerked his hips, nailing her with his massive rod. The power of his thrusts drove the breath from her lungs. Gasping for air, moaning with need, she let go completely.
Gillian Smith, engineer, disappeared. There was only Jill, wanton, hungry, shameless, aching and eager to take whatever he gave her. Rawlings’ cock battering her sex, his fingernails digging into her flesh, his harsh breathing and the musky, earth-tinged smell of his body – these were her only realities.
Buy Links
Kinky Literature – https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/8424-the-pornographers-apprentice-the-toymakers-guild-book-1/
Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08MWMZZGP
Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08MWMZZGP
Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1053072
Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-pornographers-apprentice-lisabet-sarai/1138144978?ean=2940164724573
Kobo – https://www.kobo.com/th/en/ebook/the-pornographer-s-apprentice-1
Add on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/55857159-the-pornographer-s-apprentice
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7 comments:
Gotta find out what happens next for sure! reneela2000(at)gmail.com
WHEW! That was hot.
Tweeted.
was nice
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I read the book and gave it 5 out of 5 stars on Amazon and Goodreads. So, if anyone is debating whether or not to give it a look, I highly recommend it. There's a solid story here, not only explicit (and very well-written) erotic scenes.
I gave it 5 stars on my Goodreads review, and posted it at Book Bub also. I'm eagerly awaiting the second installment, which promises more mayhem and hot sex!
Wow, that was so hot. I chuckled when she was trying to remove her Victorian dress.
Wow, this guy sure know how to take charge!
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