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Tuesday, 27 March 2012

Makin' Mischief


"It's only a scandal if people know what you're reading."

That's right, ladies (and gentlemen) - today is the official launch day of Mischief Books, the erotica / erotic romance eBook imprint that's already made the 'respectable' publications sit up and notice.

And there's already a wealth of sexy reading available for your second favourite handheld device. I have stories in 3 of the featured anthologies (Submission, Sex & the Stranger and Girl For Hire), with many more on the way. And watch for Lust Ever After, my kinky retelling of Bride of Frankenstein, which is due for release sometime this summer.

Whatever your kink, we've got it covered:


So come along and join the fun. It's hot, it's romantic, it's explicit, it's passionate, it's kinky, it's seductive -- and it's here now!


We're on a mission to arouse!

Monday, 5 March 2012

Sorry, Right Number


Photo by kind permission of RestrainedElegance.com
‘Very nice,’ he said. ‘Now, since it seems no one has explained the rules to you, I advise you to pay attention. I am your master and that is how I expect to be addressed. With every word and every movement you will demonstrate your submission to me. You not speak unless spoken to, nor will you look me in the eyes. You are a slave and you must learn your place.’
       Juliet’s face burned as he laid it out for her and she felt herself melting into the role, becoming meek and obedient even as he told her she must be. She had often entertained submissive fantasies, but it had never occurred to her that anyone else had similar ideas.
       He seemed to be waiting for something and at last she whispered ‘Yes.’ She hesitated a moment, then swallowed and said it. ‘Master.’ The word felt delicious on her tongue, like a fine wine that took time to reveal the full range of its flavour. 
       ‘Very good. Now go stand in front of the fireplace.’
       She did as she was told, her heels clicking on the marble. Her feet were already throbbing and she tried to hide her immense relief as he told her to remove her shoes. She prised them off and set them neatly to one side, enjoying the chill of the marble beneath her burning soles.
       The man turned away and went to fetch something from the bedside table. She heard the jingle of metal and began to tremble in anticipation of whatever he was going to do to her. 


from "Sorry, Right Number" by Rose de Fer

Available now in Girl For Hire: The Secret Encounters of Amateur Escorts

Published by Mischief Books

Thursday, 1 March 2012

Moondance

Photo by kind permission of RestrainedElegance.com
The night was chilly against her bare skin but she would be warm soon enough. She kicked off her shoes and stepped forward, gingerly placing her bare feet on the ground. Mud squished beneath the covering of leaves as she began to dance. There was no music but the sounds of the night – the crunch of dry leaves beneath her feet and the whispering of trees in the breeze. The moon hung low in the sky like a giant eye, watching her.
       She made shapes against the standing stones with her body, undulating her arms, arching her back, moving sinuously through the leaves. As a child she’d had a handful of ballet lessons, but any knowledge she’d gained had long since worn off. She simply followed her body, going where it wanted, moving as it dictated. It was like being guided by an external force, as though she were at the mercy of a powerful but benign puppet master.
       Natalie had always imagined that the sensation of being naked outdoors would be scary. Instead, she found it liberating. Exhilarating. Even though there was no one to see her she felt watched by a thousand eyes. The crisp air against her naked skin, the cool mud between her toes… all of it made her feel primal and wildly sexual.
        She pictured herself led naked into the clearing by sombre robed figures, an iron collar around her neck, iron shackles round her wrists and ankles. Two of the men guided her to the stone altar, where they laid her on her back without a word and secured her chains to rings they had bolted into the stone. The figures formed a circle around her splayed body, the flames from their torches flickering in the dark. 
       Then, one by one, each man took his turn with her. Purifying her, defiling her.


from "Moondance" by Rose de Fer

Available now in Sex and the Stranger: A Collection of Casual Fun

Published by Mischief Books