Monday, July 31, 2023

Cooking with the Bachelor – #RomanticSuspense #Preorder #Recipe @AmberDaulton1

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By Amber Daulton (Guest Blogger)

Trevor isn’t a normal bachelor. Even though he’s single and lives alone, he doesn’t eat junk food, drink beer all the time, and live off on TV dinners. He cooks for himself and does a pretty good job of it. So good, in fact, that he wows his new girlfriend, Shea, right out of her panties with a home-cooked meal.

But let me back up a second.

Trevor grew up with an abusive, big he-man of a father, but his loving mother taught him how to cook because he needed the life skill. His dad wasn’t too happy about that, to say the least. Luckily, Trevor adored his mother and continued his cooking lessons with her in secret. Once he grew up and moved out on his own, he furthered his culinary education with help from the Internet. Music and food are his hobbies, his way to unwind after a stressful day, and believe me, he has plenty of stresses in his life.

Fast forward to present day, Shea shows up at his apartment, soaking wet and crying. With a tornado warning in effect, she can’t leave. Not that he wants her to go. She’s had a horrible day at work and is now on administrative leave, and all Trevor wants to do is comfort her. What better way to do that than nourish her heart and belly with an open ear and a delicious meal. As they work side-by-side in the kitchen to make a chicken pasta casserole, their feelings for one another deepen. Then the power goes out. What else can they do but light some candles and fall into bed?

Ready for a steamy excerpt? Keep scrolling.

Also, I have a special gift for you. Here’s Trevor’s casserole recipe. Enjoy…

Chicken Pasta Casserole


4-6 chicken breasts (diced)

16 oz penne noddles

2 Tbsp white vinegar (or water/oil)

3 Tbsp butter or oil

1 onion (peeled and diced)

1 carrot (diced)

2 green pepper (diced)

½ cup cheese

croutons or crackers (crushed)

black pepper and salt to taste

Optional ingredients: broccoli, olive, garlic, your favorite spice


Heat oven to 350F. Add vinegar to large casserole dish and make sure you moisten bottom and sides.

In skillet, soften butter on medium heat. Sautée chicken until brown.

Boil pasta and all vegetables in a large pot of water for eight to ten minutes or until al dente. Drain water.

Layer dish with half the pasta-and-vegetable mixture and the chicken. Then another layer of each. Top with cheese and crouton crumbs. Add black pepper and salt to taste. Bake, covered, for 45 minutes.

Serve immediately. Pairs great with a sweet or dry red wine.

Trevor’s Redemption

Series: Arresting Onyx (book 3.5)

Release Date: August 22nd, 2023

Publisher: Daulton Publishing

Cover Designer: Satin Rose Designs

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Length: 50k

Heat Rating: 4 Flames


The danger and lies are more than she can handle.

Shea O’Bannon feels like a fifth wheel around her romantically paired-off friends, but there’s too much slime in the dating pool for her to bother with it. Then she sees her two-timing ex, Trevor Madero, serenading the mostly female crowd at a live-music bar. God knows trouble follows him around, but her desire for him rushes back in anyway. After he rescues her from a handsy drunk, temptation takes over.

Determined to prove he never stepped out on Shea, Trevor slides back into her life—and her heart—with forever in mind. Even with the wall he keeps up to protect her, his secret criminal life weighs heavy on his soul and drives a wedge between them.

When the truth comes out and his enemies target them both, they’ll have to fight for their love, or kiss it goodbye.

Steamy Excerpt

His taste buds tingled, her shower-fresh sweetness an aphrodisiac. He kissed her foot, swirled his tongue across the sole, and popped one of her toes into his mouth.

She bucked again within the restraint of his arms. “Oh my God.”

He chuckled and released the toe with a popping sound. After he licked and treasured her other foot, he climbed onto the sofa and knelt between her spread legs. Her glistening center opened for him. Later. There was no need to rush. He feathered kisses up her right calf, on the underside of her knee, and licked a wet trail across her inner thigh.

God, Trevor. What are you doing?” She fisted the cushion and wiggled.

I’m tormenting you. What does it feel like?”

Torment, definitely.”

Should I stop?”

Don’t you dare.”

He smirked. Damned if he didn’t love her bossy side. He swooped his tongue around her belly button, dipped in, and clasped her waist as she lurched up.

Damn it, yes.” She twined her fingers into his hair and tugged.

His scalp smarted. He kissed her quivering stomach and clasped her naughty little nipple between his teeth. The pebble swelled as he suckled and lightly squeezed her velvet-smooth breasts.

She gripped his shoulders and pulled him closer to her chest.

Ah! Her nails bit through his shirt. He released the nub with a swipe of his tongue, and the bite of her nails eased. He suckled her other nipple more gently.

She gasped, arching her back, pushing her mounds against his face.

Paradise. He drew back for air and claimed her warm mouth. Fiery need sizzled through his veins and pulsed through every organ. He licked from the tip of her button nose to her forehead and kissed each eyebrow.

More, please.”

Her breathy plea coiled around his heart. “Come for me.” He thumbed her clit and slipped his finger in between her hot, slick folds.

Yes, Trevor. There.” She thrust against his hand as soft little mewls left her mouth. She dug her nails against his biceps. “Faster.”

How could he deny her? He pinched and rubbed her puffy clit harder and grinned as she cried out. “That’s it, honey.” He plunged two digits into heaven. Her eyes widened, and her mouth formed a pouty O. Strength and satin clamped his fingers. He suckled her neck, pushing his fingers in and out, stretching her channel. His throbbing cock ached for her.

Oh God, Trevor. I need more.”

He edged back and bent his head between her thighs. He licked her cream and groaned. Fucking hell. Honey, sugar, and spice. Had anything ever tasted so good? As she cried out again, he scissor-kicked his fingers inside her and flicked his tongue across her clitoris.

Her feet shuffled on the cushions, seeking traction. She gasped and gripped his head, forcing his face harder against her.


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Sunday, July 30, 2023

Charity Sunday: Stand with Ukraine -- #CharitySunday #StandWithUkraine

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It’s another Charity Sunday, the day when my fellow authors and I make a small effort to improve the world. On Charity Sunday, every comment you offer is converted to a donation to a worthy cause. It doesn’t cost you anything, other than a few minutes of your time. If you want to do even more, share the Charity Sunday blog link with your friends and family. Some of us have limits on how much we’re willing to donate – but I’ve never come close to that limit. We need more visibility!

I realized a few days ago that none of my Charity Sunday posts have even mentioned the war in Ukraine. Honestly, I feel sick to my stomach every time I read about the situation there, but it’s hard to believe I can do anything that will make a difference. I am also conflicted about any support that provides military assistance or weapons. I truly believe that violence begets violence. Even though I can see that the people of Ukraine are fighting for their survival, I still want to do everything I can for peace.

When I’m not being Lisabet Sarai, erotic romance author, I’m a computer engineer. Yesterday I visited the website of a popular open source software project that was created by a Ukrainian developer. A popup appeared, urging the reader to do something about the war. From there I was led to a whole page of charities, some military and some not.

There’s no shortage of ways to help.

I’ve decided that today’s Charity Sunday post will support Voices of Children ( This is an organization focused healing some of the psychological trauma experienced by the children in the war-ravaged country. The nation’s future depends on its young people. Voices for Children is working to counter the daily terror and stress Ukrainian children are suffering.

For each comment I receive on today’s post, I will donate two dollars to this worthwhile organization.

Meanwhile, for my excerpt, I have a seriously sexy bit from my new release, Bodies of Light. It’s not at all relevant to my cause, but I want to thank you for visiting.


Love travels faster than light

Physicist Dr. Christine Monroe has devoted her lonely life to research on hyper-space travel. Her continued failure leads her to sign on to the Archimedes, a sub-light-speed mission aimed at establishing a colony in the Sirius B system. Waking from suspended animation, she discovers that the ship is wildly off course and the rest of the crew are dead due to equipment failure.

At first she thinks the two virile strangers who show up on the ship are figments of her imagination - erotic hallucinations created by isolation and stress. However, Alyn and Zed are solid, real, and ready to sacrifice their lives for the strong woman they’ve found stranded in deep space. As her ship begins to disintegrate, Christine must choose between the planet she was sent to save and the two aliens she’s come to cherish.

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Entwined. This new edition has been re-edited and revised.


Christine.” The voice rang like crystal and flowed like water, a far cry from the flat, synthetic tones of the Archimedes. “Do not despair, lovely one.”

Christine could not help smiling at the endearment. No one had called her lovely for a very long time. She kept her eyes closed, willing the dream to continue.

We are with you, Christine.” Deeper, richer, edged with laughter, another voice chimed in. “You are not alone.” A cool, soothing palm cupped her brow. Strong hands settled on her shoulders, drawing her upright, then slipped down to cradle her breasts. Luscious heat suffused her, focused on her suddenly-taut nipples. They were smoldering embers ready to burst into flame. Soft lips brushed her neck just below the hairline, sending shivers spiraling through her. Someone unknotted her hair and let the weight of it cascade freely down her back. She sighed as careful fingers eased out the tangles. Each gentle tug at her scalp was pure pleasure.

The caresses ceased for an instant while her chair swung away from the control panel. Then the sensations began again, delicious and irresistible—unseen hands kneading her breasts, a warm mouth nuzzling her earlobe, a teasing tickle tracing its way down her belly, firm pressure parting her thighs and the barest graze of a fingertip across her pubis. A fierce stab of delight ripped away her languid mood. She moaned, arching up towards the retreating finger. Laughter poured over her like dark honey.

You like that, sweet?” asked the baritone. The finger returned, pressing into her nylon-covered cleft and sliding back and forth along her length.

Christine gasped. “Oh, yes…” Swirls of fluorescent color danced on her closed eyelids. Familiar scents teased her nostrils, earth after a rain and new-mown grass. The finger moved faster. The soaked fabric of her coveralls slithered across her sensitized flesh. A climax gathered in her depths, heavy and full as summer thunderheads. “More,” she whispered, just as someone dragged the zip of her garment down below her waist. “More!” she yelled, as sharp teeth fastened on her bared nipple and hard digits plunged into her naked sex.

Dozens of hands fluttered over her skin, strummed in her pussy, plucked at her swollen breasts. The ripe clouds burst. A torrent of pleasure flooded her senses. Her body dissolved. There was nothing left but pure ecstasy, vibrating through her being like celestial music.

Open your eyes.” The higher voice, the one that shimmered like liquid starlight, spoke close to her ear. The suggestion filtered through her post-orgasmic haze. This dream is certainly tenacious, she thought, her limbs still tingling. Usually I wake up after I come.

We’re here with you now,” added the earthy voice, from the other side. “Look upon us.”

Why should she resist? It was just a dream. Her eyelids felt leaden but she forced them apart.

A stranger stood to her right. He had marble-pale skin and hair like spun silver. Smoke-colored brows shaded his piercing violet eyes. A pert nose and full lips gave him an androgynous look, but his lithe body was undeniably male—especially the column of rigid flesh that jutted from his groin.

Arousal flickered through Christine’s body, faint echoes of her recent climax. “Who are you?” she queried, her mouth watering at the sight of his sturdy erection. “What are you doing here?”

I’m Alyn,” the young man answered with a smile that stole Christine’s breath. His skin gleamed in the dim light of the bridge as though dusted with stars. Fat pink nipples winked at her from his smoothly muscled chest. She ached to touch them. As though he read her thoughts, he reached for her hand and drew it to his breast. “I’m here for you, Christine. To cherish and to comfort you.”

His skin was silk under her palm. She molded the shape of his pectoral and flicked at the taut nub at its center. His cock surged in response. A drop of clear moisture gathered at the tip. She wet her lips, suddenly hungry. “Alyn,” she repeated, rolling the name on her tongue.

And I’m Zed,” came the deeper voice, from her left. She turned to gaze at the second man, taller and stockier than Alyn but equally beautiful. Zed had jet hair and ebony eyes. With his prominent cheekbones, broad mouth and bronzed complexion, he made Christine think of some ancient tribal warrior. A provocative grin lit his face. He seized her other hand and curled her fingers around his swollen cock. “This is for you, little one.”

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Friday, July 28, 2023

Win a copy of my brand new release! #SciFi #NewRelease #Giveaway

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Happy Friday! Today is release day for my science fiction erotic romance Bodies of Light. I’ve got an exclusive excerpt that you won’t read anywhere else. Plus, I’m giving away a copy of the novella to one lucky reader. Just leave me a comment – with your email! – and I’ll randomly choose a winner next week.

If I get more than ten comments, I will select two winners!


Can you make love to beings without bodies?

Physicist Dr. Christine Monroe has devoted her lonely life to research on hyper-space travel. Her continued failure leads her to sign on to the Archimedes, a sub-light-speed mission aimed at establishing a colony in the Sirius-B system. Waking from suspended animation, she discovers that the ship is wildly off course and the rest of the crew are dead due to equipment failure.

At first she thinks the two virile strangers who show up on the ship are figments of her imagination - erotic hallucinations created by isolation and stress. However, Alyn and Zed are solid, real, and ready to sacrifice their lives for the strong woman they’ve found stranded in deep space. As her ship begins to disintegrate, Christine must choose between the planet she was sent to save and the two aliens she’s come to cherish.

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Entwined. This new edition has been revised and re-edited.

Exclusive Excerpt

The airlock exit was located on the backward-facing surface of the disk. The breach to be fixed was on the forward surface. Christine clambered over the edge of the disk and on to the front, towards the location pinpointed by the repair simulation. The tether snaked behind her like a kilometer-long tail.

The tear in the hull was small but obvious. Traces of escaping gas had tarnished the normally silvery metal. Christine retrieved the foil and tore off one pre-perforated sheet. Clumsy in her bulky gloves, she smoothed the ultra-thin material over the rift, then extruded the high-voltage electrodes. Fierce sparks ripped through the blackness as she sealed the foil to the hull. After-images swam in her vision while she waited the necessary three minutes before applying the second layer.

The second stage of the process posed no problem either. The carbon sheets were fused to the hull, closing the gap and rescuing her precious oxygen. The repaired section was probably stronger than the original material.

Letting out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, Christine allowed herself a moment of self-congratulation. She turned away from the ship to appreciate the emptiness around her. Her eyes had adapted. Now she could see the twinkle of distant stars, like gems studding the velvet blackness, the pale blurs that were galaxies. No one has ever traveled this far from home, she thought. Rather than fear, she felt a strange sense of exhilaration, akin to the excitement that gripped her when she resolved some knotty mathematical issue or confirmed the validity of a proof.

A memory from her childhood popped into her mind—sitting in the backyard with her grandma, peering into the glittering night sky. “I saw the first American go into space,” Nana had said. “Alan Shepard. I was in fourth grade. The whole school piled into the cafeteria to watch the launch on television. Black and white television,” she added with a laugh. “I was so excited I could hardly breathe. I decided that day that I wanted to be an astronaut. I had to see those wonders for myself.”

Of course, Nana hadn’t lived that dream. She’d become a teacher instead. Now, though, Christine was making that old fantasy real, floating free, embraced by the stars. It was amazing—awe-inspiring.

Then a delicate sadness crept over her. She’d never be able to share this feeling.

A red symbol flashed in the periphery of her vision, a routine warning that the suit oxygen supplies had reached seventy-five percent. That was enough for another four hours of EVA, but still, since her work was complete, she’d better get back inside.

She needed to reverse her orientation in order to climb back over the edge of the disk. Grasping a bracket with one hand, she gestured with the other to temporarily turn off the magnets in her boots. It was a gesture she’d practiced a hundred times during training, but something went wrong. She must have put too much force into the arm movement. The reaction tore her other hand from its grip and drove her body away from the ship.

The distance between her and the Archimedes grew wider by the second. Christine cursed her carelessness. She knew that one had to move slowly and deliberately at all times when performing EVA. Newton’s third law, that every action has an equal and opposite reaction, applied in space just as it did everywhere else. In space, though, there was no friction to slow objects down.

Christine was more annoyed than concerned. She knew she could pull herself back to the airlock using the tether. That’s what it was for. She reached behind her to grasp it, where it clipped to her belt. Only then did she feel fear. Her lifeline was gone.

She twisted to look behind her. The end of the tether dangled in space, meters away. How had it come undone? Had she failed to fasten it properly? She flailed about as she tried unsuccessfully to grab it.

Christine squeezed back the tears that threatened. They’d just float around inside the helmet, making it harder to see and breathe. She had to think. Her suit included mini-jets that could be used to propel her back towards the hull. However, she’d need to activate them at just the right angle and for just the right duration, or she’d fly past the ship and into space on the other side. The necessary vectors depended on her own speed and direction as well as on that of the ship. If she didn’t solve the problem, she’d soon be as dead as the rest of the crew. No one would ever know what had happened to any of them.

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Thursday, July 27, 2023

His every word may be a lie – #CozyMystery #RomanticSuspense #NewRelease

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y M.S. Spencer (Guest Blogger)

Thank you so much, Lisabet, for letting me talk about my new mystery The Wishing Tree: Love, Lies, and Spies on Chincoteague Island.


Will the wind whip her token from the Wishing Tree and make her wish come true?

Addison Steele dreams of the day her husband—lost at sea—returns to her. Instead, she meets Nick Savage, whose every word may be a lie. She is soon embroiled in mystery, all related to the top secret science station at Wallops Island, Virginia.

After a Belarusian scientist at Wallops is murdered, the questions multiply. Was it because he caught the person stealing classified documents or because he wanted to defect? Is Nick the spy—or is it his brother? How can she trust the man who is slowly claiming her heart when his story keeps shifting?

Introduction to Excerpt

Addison is fascinated by a trio of 18th-century women writers of “amatory fiction.” Eliza Haywood, Aphra Behn, and Delarivier Manley, were known as the “naughty triumvirate” for their scandalously bawdy fiction. Foremost was Haywood (1693?-1756). She wrote some 70 works, including Love in Excess. She had a six-year affair with Richard Savage, the poet and noted scalawag, which ended in nasty recriminations.

In The Wishing Tree, Addison reads that Savage tried to claim Haywood’s affair was with Richard Steele, Addison’s ancestor. She is intrigued. Could Richard have been Nick Savage’s ancestor? Were the two families connected? In the excerpt Nick tells her about a feud between the Steeles and Savages that had lasted for generations. Was that the feud he talked about so casually?

Excerpt: Connections

She sat at her laptop idly googling, watching the clock till it was cocktail time. An article discussing Samuel Johnson and his pronouncements (negative) on the upstart American revolutionaries led her to his social set, of which Joseph Addison and Richard Steele were prominent members. “Johnson must have known my namesakes well.” She read on. A footnote referred to reports of a dalliance between the married Steele and a woman named Eliza Haywood. Was my ancestor a lecher? Her grandmother had always spoken of Richard Steele in such respectful terms. Was this Haywood person one of those women who try to smear a man’s reputation after she’s rebuffed? Or was Richard in fact a cad, a stain on his family’s reputation? Addison typed “Eliza Haywood” into the search box.

Several links appeared. She clicked on a biography. Eliza Haywood, along with two other women who formed the “naughty triumvirate,” was a writer of what the author called “amatory fiction.” Not as benign as it sounded, the snippets were quite ribald, even pornographic. As for Haywood’s personal life, she was apparently as promiscuous as her heroines. Addison was reminded of the old adage: Write what you know. The tale about an affair with her ancestor was unsubstantiated—that’s a relief!—but instead was thought to be a creation of a notorious grifter and womanizer named…She looked closer at the small print. “Richard Savage.”

She sat back. Savage?

The Wishing Tree: Love, Lies, and Spies on Chincoteague Island

The Wild Rose Press, July 17, 2023

First Edition, 2023

368 p.; PG-13

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Librarian, anthropologist, research assistant, Congressional aide, speechwriter, nonprofit director—award-winning, multi-published author M. S. Spencer has lived or traveled in five of the seven continents and holds degrees in Anthropology, Middle East Studies, and Library Science. She has published sixteen romantic suspense and mystery novels. She has two children, an exuberant granddaughter, and currently divides her time between the Gulf Coast of Florida and a tiny village in Maine.

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Wednesday, July 26, 2023

Join us for Charity Saturday, 30 July 2023! #CharitySundaySignup #Altruism #Marketing

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Since 2017, I’ve been devoting the last Sunday in each month to a post which features some worthy cause. Often, other bloggers join me in this effort, turning the event into a blog hop. This month’s Charity Sunday blog hop will take place this coming Sunday, the 30th of July.

Charity Sunday is a meme designed to give authors and bloggers a chance to give back to the world—as well as, hopefully, to attract new readers.

How does it work? Each participant selects a favorite charity. Before
the date, you should prepare a blog post that: 1) talks about the charity and why you support it; 2) provides a link to the charity; 3) includes an excerpt from one of your books; 4) includes the code to show links to other participating blogs.

It’s fun if you can make the excerpt relate somehow to your chosen charity, but this isn’t required.

For every comment left on your post, you commit to giving some amount to the relevant charity. The specific charity and the amount to donate are up to you. You can set an upper limit to your donation if you want.

If you’d like to participate in the next Charity Sunday
on April 30th, just sign up using the Linky List below. Please be sure that the link you enter will lead directly to your Charity Sunday post, not just to the home page of your blog.

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Monday, July 24, 2023

Three Amazing Erotic Reads by S. Nano Republished by House of Erotica! – #Erotica #FemDom #SteamPunk

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La Contessa

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The most decadent city. The most perverted mistress.

Renowned for her beauty and cruelty, La Contessa’s reputation as a dominatrix is well established. And 18th century Venice has degenerated into a decadent and lascivious city, a perfect backdrop for her to play-out her debauched games and political ambitions.

She sends her maid, Julia, into the alleyways to search for a young man to act as her slave. Julia finds Roberto prostituting himself in the least salubrious district of Venice. He enters into La Contessa’s service to perform her bizarre and sadistic scenes.

From their first meeting there is a mutual attraction between maid and servant. The young couple engineer a series of sexual encounters, knowing the risks should their mistress discover them. Their situation is complicated when La Contessa rescues Becky and brings her to the palazzo as her submissive girl-slave. The interloper exposes Julia’s jealousies… and the feelings for her mistress.

How long can Roberto and Julia keep their love secret? Will Becky’s presence thwart their relationship? Will La Contessa’s scheming bring her the richest prize in all Venice?

All is resolved before the Grand Ball and masked, BDSM orgy held by La Contessa in her palazzo as the climax to Venice’s Carnivale.

Mistress of the Air

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Mistress of the Air is a comic, steampunk, erotic adventure.

Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester owns a brass mine in Zanzibar, a Lapsang Souchong tea plantation in China, a rubber farm in Malaysia, trunk loads of corsetry, and the country’s largest collection of antique whips.

Larger than life, and itching to find new and inventive ways to punish her submissive gentlemen, the Edwardian dominatrix has a vision. Embracing the spirit of the age of aviation, she embarks on a series of adventures on her airship, ‘The Corseted Domme’, with her transvestite maid, airship pilot and automaton sex-doll.

A select group of submissive gentlemen is invited to join Lady Sally so she can try out her dastardly, electric and steam-powered devices on them. She spanks, whips and punishes her way across the Empires of Europe, dropping off to visit her aristocratic relatives and friends for afternoon tea.

But Lady Sally’s journey is not uneventful. War is threatening to break out and the Ministry of Aviation want to commandeer her airship for the war effort. And when ‘The Corseted Domme’ has a crash landing, Lady Sally realises there is a stowaway on board intent on sabotaging her airship,

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In this BDSM reinterpretation of the Alice stories Kim’s life takes an unexpected twist when she is taken from the massage parlour she works and introduced to a fetish fantasy world ruled over by The Red Queen, a powerful dominatrix. There an intense psychological drama is played out between the two women as Kim enters a journey into submission.

The Red Queen assumes different characters who torment Kim in a series of trials ranging from the funny and strange to the sadistic and erotic. Kim is lured into this world by hints the Red Queen knows something about her past. Why has she been chosen to serve this powerful female? Why is the Red Queen so interested in her? When Kim finally finds out the truth, it is shocking and bizarre.

Excerpt from Mistress of the Air

This excerpt describes the launch of ‘The Corseted Domme’, Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester’s airship

Revealed in all its magnificent glory, the airship was a wonder to behold. Its length was massive, its girth huge. Its surface was covered with lines of ribs formed by the duralumin framework of the ship. It stood firm and erect on the field, globules of black, engine oil hung from its bulbous tip.

Written proudly along the length of the airship was her name, The Corseted Domme.

The crowd watching from the perimeter fence looked on in amazement. Nothing like it had been seen before. The rumour spread that this contraption was intended to be a flying machine. Wise old codgers nodded sagely muttering that such a thing would never get off the ground. A group from the local Primitive Methodist Chapel exclaimed it was an abomination and a challenge to God, saying that man was never meant to fly and this would end in disaster.

The children had no such reservations. They loved it. They believed it would fly, and Lady Sally’s flying machine, a game in which children ran around with airship shaped objects, became a popular playground pastime in local schools for many years. They would never forget the momentous event they were witnessing. For decades, even after they had become parents or grandparents themselves, they would still tell the tale of when Lady Sally’s giant flying machine was launched. On that one day Lady Sally’s name became written into local legend, never to be forgotten.

The name of the airship created confusion. Ignorant of Lady Sally’s sexual predilections they did not know what to make of it.

Corseted Dome? And a’ thought ‘er ladyship’d know ‘ow to spell now wouldn’t thee? Eeeh, even I know ‘Dome’ is spelt wi’ one ‘m’ and, ‘ow can a dome have a corset?”

Eeh, I dunno, Jack, it’s fair flummoxed me,” replied his friend, who was somewhat worse for wear, having drunk a gallon of strong ale.

The moment finally arrived when the airship took to the air for the first time.

Lady Sally’s voice boomed out across the air field.

Today is a momentous day. Today is a day you will remember for the rest of your lives. Today the age of airships reaches the zenith of its achievement. Today you are witness to the largest and most magnificent flying machine ever to take to the skies. May the Goddess bless her, and all who sail in her.”

With that, Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester smashed a champagne bottle against the side of the passenger coach. The crowd waited expectantly. The power cars fired up, the engines hummed, and the propellers whirred. The wires were released from the mooring tower and docking station and the massive dirigible took off from the ground. Some ran away in fright believing the devil himself had been unleashed, others gasped in amazement. The children leapt up and down in sheer delight. Gradually a ground swell of astonishment and approval rose up amongst the farmers and their families as they stood and gave an almighty cheer, throwing their hats up into the air as the airship soared up to several hundred feet.

Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester was right. They had just witnessed one of the wonders of the age.

About the Author

S. Nano is an erotic writer who writes stories with dark and exotic content drawing on the themes of female supremacy, goddess worship, bondage, domination and submission, sadomasochism and fetish, frequently in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings.

His work usually has dominant female characters and submissive males. His stories explore the tensions between dominant and submissive and the boundaries between pain and pleasure, physical and mental bondage and retribution and reward.

Three of his novels have recently been published by House of Erotica. They are all featured here because they have been re-released. Some of his short stories and novellas have also been published by House of Erotica whilst other works of his have been published by Xcite Books, Excessica, Forbidden Fiction, Greenwoman Publishing, Coming Together and Sinful Press.

S. Nano lives in Yorkshire in the United Kingdom.


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