Cecily is quite a handful – both literally and figuratively. Voluptuously endowed, half-British/half-Ceylonese, covert operative for the powerful British Empire, Cecily speaks ten languages, is expert in the martial arts of three continents, and has been the mistress of princes, potentates and the occasional prime minister. In Rajasthani Moon this formidable woman meets her match in the form of Rajah Amir, the kinky genius who rules Rajasthan, and his sexy bandit half-brother Pratan.
But
I should probably let Cecily speak for herself.
LS:
What do you like best about being a spy?
CH:
You are jesting, are you not? Espionage is not the glamorous and
exciting career most imagine. It involves weeks of boring research,
endless, uncomfortable travel to godforsaken spots at the corners of
the Empire, and constant personal danger. I can trust no one. I must
depend only upon my own resources. It's a lonely and difficult
occupation.
LS:
Come now, Miss Harrowsmith. There must be some part of the job you
enjoy.
CH:
Well,
it
does
give
me
the
opportunity
to
escape
London
and
its
miserable
weather.
(chuckles)
Honestly,
if
I
did
not
believe
my
services
were
essential
to
Her
Majesty,
I'd
resign
in
a
trice.
LS:
But
if
you
hadn't
accepted
the
mission
to
Rajasthan,
you
wouldn't
have
met
Pratan.
Surely
you
don't
regret
that.
CH:
Well,
that
depends
on
how
hard
he
spanked
me
the
previous
night.
(chuckles
again)
No,
you're
right.
I'm
certainly
not
lonely
anymore.
Pratan
is
more
of
a
challenge,
both
physically
and
intellectually,
then
any
of
my
past
adversaries.
LS:
Adversary?
A
strange
word
to
use
for
your
lover.
You
do
love
him,
right?
CH:
Of
course
I
love
him.
I
wouldn't
have
risked
my
life
to
free
him
from
the
witch's
curse
otherwise.
However,
you
cannot
change
a
man's
nature.
Pratan
will
always
have
a
wild
streak.
(pauses
to
think)
Perhaps
that
is
part
of
the
reason
I
love
him.
LS:
And
what
about
his
brother
Amir?
CH:
As sexy a snake as I've ever encountered. Between the two of them
– well, let me just say that they're a dangerous and seductive
combination.
LS:
Between the two of them... are you being literal?
CH:
Ms. Sarai, this is a PG-rated blog post. I really can't be more
specific.
LS:
Um – okay. Let me change the subject. When you were captured and
imprisoned in Mehrangarh Fort, secured by hi tech bondage that would
kill you the instant you set foot outside the fortress walls – did
you think you'd escape?
CH:
Without a doubt. I knew I would uncover some critical item of
information that would provide the key to my release, and indeed,
that to be proved true. That is, after all, the most essential
qualification for a spy, the ability to uncover hidden information.
And, with all due modesty, I'm very good at that task.
LS:
Given your success with this mission, I guess I'd have to agree. I
have one more question, perhaps a bit delicate. Based on your
experiences in Rajasthan, I'd say you are obviously a woman with a
strong libido. Do you view this as an asset or a liability in your
professional life?
CH:
To be blunt - I don't know, and I really don't care. I am who I am –
naturally sensual. Unusually sensitive, perhaps, to erotic stimuli.
I'm an adventurous woman, as much in sex as in other areas. One might
claim that Pratan and Amir were able to use this aspect of my
character against me. On the other hand, I feel comfortable saying
that ultimately, I triumphed – though I doubt either of the men
would complain about the outcome.
Rajasthani
Moon by Lisabet
Sarai
Neither
kink nor curse can stop a woman with a mission.
Cecily
Harrowsmith, secret agent extraordinaire, is a woman on a mission.
When the remote Indian kingdom of Rajasthan refused to remit its
taxes to the Empire, Her Majesty imposed an embargo. Deprived of the
energy-rich mineral viridium, essential for modern technology and
development, Rajasthan was expected to quickly give in and resume its
payments. Yet after three years, the rebellious principality still
has not knuckled under. Cecily undertakes the difficult journey to
the rugged, arid land of the Rajputs to determine just how it has
managed to survive, and if possible to convince the country to return
to the Empire's embrace. Instead, she's taken captive by a brigand
who turns out to be the ruler's half-brother Pratan and delivered
into the hands of the sexy but sadistic Rajah Amir, who expertly
mingles torture and delight in his interrogation of the voluptuous
interloper.
Cursed
before birth by Amir's jealous mother, Pratan changes to a ravening
wolf whenever the moon is full. Cecily uncovers the counter-spell
that can reverse the effects of the former queen's hex and tries to
trade that information for her freedom. Drawn to the fierce wolf-man
and sympathising with his suffering, she volunteers to serve as the
sacrifice required by the ritual – offering her body to the beast.
In return, the Rajah reveals Rajasthan's amazing secret source of
energy. In the face of almost impossible odds, Cecily has
accomplished the task entrusted to her by the Empire. But can she
really bear to leave the virile half-brothers and their colourful
land behind and return to constraints of her life in England?
Reader
Advisory:
This
book
instantiates
kidnap/captive
fantasies.
It
includes
robot
bondage
devices,
animated
nipple
clamps,
electric
play,
clockwork
dildos,
flogging,
spanking,
anal
sex,
double
penetration
in
a
dirigible,
a
small
amount
of
F/F
intimacy,
scenes
of
MFM
and
sex
with
a
werewolf
in
shifted
form.
Excerpt
(Rated PG)
Tossing
the switch onto the mattress, he turned his back to her and strode
over to the communications console. The apparatus glowed as he
flipped it into active mode. Cecily wondered where he’d got the
viridium to power the device. Unless of course the rebels had managed
to smuggle the precious mineral into the country from elsewhere…
But where? All the neighbouring kingdoms had been brought under Her
Majesty’s sway.
“Amir—are
you there?” Pratan lowered the volume of his voice as he spoke into
the mouthpiece, and switched to Hindi, but Cecily had excellent
hearing and a natural linguistic facility.
“Brother!
How are you? I’d hoped to see you here at the palace tomorrow for
the new moon festival.”
“I’ll
be there. With a guest.”
“A
guest. And who would that be?”
“I’m
still trying to figure that out. It’s a woman—a damned seductive
woman—whose carriage I ambushed this evening. She looks Indian—dark
skin, black hair, plenty of flesh on her bones—but I think she’s
English. She’s got these amazing blue eyes… Her given name is
Cecily. That’s all I’ve managed to get out of her.”
“With
your skills of persuasion? I’m most surprised, brother.” The
Rajah’s amusement came through clearly. “And you’ve given up?”
“I
figured I’d let you take a crack at her.”
Amir
chuckled. “I could enjoy that, though Sarita might object.” There
was a pause. Pratan scratched his head. Cecily found herself
distracted by the way the muscles in his back shifted. “Bring her
along then. Should I send the aerocopter to pick you up?”
Cecily
shuddered. Faced with the threat of a trip by air, could she maintain
her silence?
“No,
no—I think I’ll commandeer her vehicle—quite a fine
self-propelled amphibious coach, a good deal more sophisticated than
any of ours. I imagine it should have more than enough fuel to make
it to Jaipur, since I suspect that’s where our mystery woman was
heading.”
“Sounds
as though it will be an excellent addition to our fleet. I’ll alert
the engineers. So I’ll expect you tomorrow, then. Travel safe,
brother.”
“As
long as I keep my—ah—guest securely bound, I doubt that I need to
worry.”
“Accha!
I look forward to meeting her. Ram ram.”
“Ram
ram, Amir. Till tomorrow, then…”
“Wait
a minute. ‘Cecily’, you said? Something’s tickling the back of
my brain… Let me examine the Universal Electropaedia…” In the
ensuing pause, Pratan glanced over his shoulder towards the bed. She
assumed a demeanour of indifference. “Ah, yes…Dark complexion,
you say, and blue eyes?”
“Correct.”
“Between
twenty-five and thirty years of age? About eleven stone?”
“Ten
stone four pounds!” Cecily interjected before she could help
herself.
“Yes,
and tall too, for a woman. And from the way she’s straining against
the ropes, I’d say she understands every word we’re saying!”
Her
spirits sank. Did the Electropaedia actually include an entry for
her? Why hadn’t the Empire’s censors excised it? This
unforgivable breach of security might well have sealed her fate,
though she wasn’t about to give up yet.
“Brother,
I believe that you’ve succeeded in capturing one of Queen
Victoria’s most notorious agents—Miss Cecily Harrowsmith.
According to reports, she is brave, brilliant, beautiful, and as
dangerous as a king cobra.”
Pratan
rubbed his bruised shin where she’d kicked him and grinned at her
with genuine menace. “That sounds like her.”
*
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