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.