I got reviewed...

...at BDSM Book Reviews. Cool, huh? 

Miranda's Tempest: Three Classic Tales with a Kinky Twist got rated 4 out of 5 paddles (with a sting factor of 3.5 out of 5) in a review by Master Peter Raven (@m_peterraven), who said this: 

All three stories are a fun read, and while it is not necessary to know anything of the originals they are based on, if you do it adds a nice little twist to them. The kink and the scenes are nicely hot, especially if you are in to FemDom. 

And who isn't into a little FemDom now and then?

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Oh, and if you want to buy the book, it's at Amazon and Amazon UK as well as all your other usual ebook retailers.

Dungeon Crawl - Penelope's Suitors

Publishers like to categorise. Perhaps readers like it too. I mean, 'BDSM' has to be your first requirement. After that, you know where you are if you opt for a bit of femdom or male dom, if you're going for f/m, f/f or m/m. Or maybe you don't because you're like me and you're searching for some indefinable something, some essence of kink that defies categories. I'm awkward like that. Anyway, welcome to this week's Dungeon Crawl, brought to you by Romancing the Kink, and to an excerpt from the third and final story in my little collection, Miranda's Tempest. 

It imagines what life is like for Penelope in the long years of her husband Odysseus' absence, while 108 suitors lord it up in her household, each trying to persuade her that her husband is dead and she should marry him instead. Yes, we're talking Homer. Ancient Greece. And the statue of a goddess that comes to life, and some lesbian menage, and some voyeurism, and some feminisation, and some prostate milking, and some loom bondage. All those things. Don't forget to check out the other authors in this week's crawl, but without further ado, here's a little something to tease:

‘Though I love my maids, I have also missed my husband and welcome his safe return home. He is the only man I will ever share my bed with. For you, I can offer something you may think little better than slavery, but it will allow you to serve me in a far more personal manner than a kitchen boy.’ I am almost ashamed of the way I toyed with this earnest youth as he knelt at my feet. But I think he enjoyed it. His mouth was open and his breath audible. ‘Should you pass the test, I would have you become one of my personal servants. Join my maids in keeping me from loneliness when my husband is absent, which he no doubt will be again. You will have to hide your masculinity: shave your body, wear women’s garments and control your cock. In return, you will get to serve me as my maids do and bring me pleasure. Do you accept?’

‘Yes my lady. Willingly.’

‘Then it is time to administer the test. The other suitors were told that if they passed once they would undergo this treatment each night until my weaving was finished. As you can see, my cloth is barely begun, but I tire of it already. And there is no longer a need for this trickery. I will not make it a condition for you. But I will repeat the test when it amuses me to. Now remove your robe and stand facing my loom.’

Leontes rose and did as he was bidden, turning his lean back to me and my companions. The loom’s large, upright frame was fixed to the wall with batons to allow room for the bar of the heddle to move, separating the warp threads for me to weave between them. The thicker yarn I had spun to secure each suitor now hung permanently from the frame. I told Leontes to raise his arms and fastened his wrists wide apart above his head. I had him open his legs and stooped to tie his ankles to the lower corners. His torso tautened and his cock rose, parting the warp threads. The horizontal heddle pressed into his upper thighs, raising his rear. He was so much calmer than the others, though his breathing had quickened. His response seemed one of arousal rather than the consternation the others had shown.

‘Are you ready?’ I asked.

‘Yes, my lady,’ he whispered, turning glossy eyes towards me over his shoulder.

I dipped my hand into a bowl of oil and rubbed it between my fingers and over my knuckles. I pressed my fingertips to the top of Leontes’ crack and allowed him a moment to become accustomed to my touch.

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Dungeon Crawl: The Gingerbread House

Hi and welcome to this week's Dungeon Crawl, brought to you by Romancing the Kink.

The Gingerbread House is the second story in my little collection, Miranda’sTempest. As you might guess, it's a retelling of the Hansel and Gretel fairytale, although in my version they are not siblings but young lovers who meet in the forest. It's the least subtle tale in the book, full of kinky accoutrements from start to finish! Oh, and it's unambiguously femdom too. Here's a snippet (and don't worry; it all works out just fine in the end...):

Hansel shifts his wrists to ease the pressure of the shackles. The iron digs into his flesh and already the skin is reddening. His legs are cramped and he longs to stretch them out straight. But his cage is no more than three feet long and he can barely move. His hands hang beside his head, the cuffs chained to bars above him. His helplessness amplifies every twinge in his joints into a thousand tiny points of discomfort. He shifts his weight as far as the metal around him will allow.

‘Be still,’ the witch says.

Hansel’s body freezes. Her voice holds an absolute power over him. The only movement he can manage now is the rising of his chest as his breath deepens in fear. He gazes up at the creature. And at his darling Gretel, standing meekly behind her, caught in the same enchantment.

‘Don’t pretend you’re hating this,’ the witch says in a deep, alluring tone. ‘My spell works only on the naturally submissive. It has always been your deepest desire to be controlled and dominated by a strong, beautiful woman.’

Hansel’s cheeks flush. He is deeply afraid of what this woman could do to him. She is no hag, but her beauty is dark and menacing. A shiver of arousal rushes through his pelvis as she speaks, and his cock twitches.

‘Let Gretel go,’ he whispers. ‘Do what you want with me, but let her go.’ It is a struggle even to get these few words out without being commanded to speak. But he has to try to help his beautiful Gretel to escape.

‘You are in no position to make a bargain,’ says the witch. ‘And don’t speak again unless I expressly tell you to.’

Hansel’s jaw clamps shut. Her power is terrifying. A bead of cool sweat runs down his temple.

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"It left me wanting more"

I've had what I believe is my first proper review, for my ebook Miranda's Tempest, published earlier this year by House of Erotica. I'm not counting the two that show up on Amazon for Xcite anthologies I'm in. One of them says "it's just a collection of pornographic short stories" as if that's a bad thing (Cherry Ripe: 5 historical erotic romance stories). The other admits the stories are sexy, but the reader is glad they got the book as a freebie (Miss Pemberton's Drawers: 6 erotic short stories)! 

Anyway, John D of the blog John D Stories is posting a series of reviews of books by authors he's interacted with online. And that's the thing about being a writer or reviewer in the age of social networking - you can't hide from each other! But fortunately, in this case, that hasn't stopped John giving an honest appraisal of the book, with good points and bad. I'd much rather have that than have my ego massaged, when it really comes down to it. No really. Honest. I think. 

But, since I'm only human, I'm going to share some of the good things he said... and leave it up to you to go and read the rest of it over at his place. Incidentally, you'll also find reviews of Banging Rebecca by Alison Tyler and Xcite collections A Victorian Seasonal Spanking, featuring a tale by Victoria Blisse, and Deliberate Display, featuring one by Lucy Felthouse. 

Here's my favourite bit of the review of Miranda's Tempest; it's about the final story of the trio in the book, Penelope's Odyssey, which takes Homer's The Odyssey as its starting point but looks at it from his wife, Penelope's, perspective: 

The story lends itself perfectly to an erotic tale, and Tilly Hunter has, in my opinion, saved her best story until last. The text ebbs and flows effortlessly, drawing in a fantastic little story that moves at pace, with a great sex scene of female domination. It left me wanting more, which is no bad thing.

So there you go. I should warn you that if you visit John's blog you might get distracted by his own fiction, and the stories and pictures of his real-life antics...

August Alfresco!

Today it’s my turn for some outdoor sexiness – in a literary sense, of course. Yes, it’s August Alfresco and I’m here with an excerpt from my tale Penelope’s Suitors, which is the third and final story in my collection Miranda’s Tempest. Details of how you can win a Kindle and £50 of ebooks from Total-e-Bound, or £50 of ebooks from Xcite, are below...

To set the scene, my story is based on Homer’s The Odyssey and tells of Penelope’s 108 greedy, rowdy suitors and her 12 beloved handmaidens. In the original, her husband Odysseus returns from his long wanderings after the Battle of Troy and kills both the suitors and the maids. But in my version, Penelope is advised by the goddess Athena on how to get rid of the suitors by administering a physical test, and consequently save her handmaidens. However, one of the suitors is a little more humble than the rest and in this scene, before he undergoes the test, he confesses how he has spied on Penelope and her women on the banks of a river:

‘And what did you see by the river?’ I asked.

‘Your maids started washing clothes while you sat on the bank and plied your spindle and distaff. I headed into undergrowth, thinking to come back to the path further downriver. But I stopped behind shrubs of juniper and myrtle to watch a moment. Then...’ He paused and I waited. I knew what Leontes had seen. It thrilled me to recall and it even thrilled me to think that we had been secretly watched. To the outside world I was a paragon of virtue and modesty, the long-suffering wife waiting obediently for her husband’s return. And I had indeed waited. No man had shared my bed since my husband’s departure to fight at Troy. But I was far from lonely. The pleasures I shared with my womenfolk kept my spirits alive.

‘Continue, Leontes, I wish to hear you describe what you saw.’

‘Yes, mistress. Your maids began to divest themselves of their garments, casting them aside on the bank. As yet, you only watched as they... as they caressed and kissed each other in the shallows. Then they beckoned to you and came to you to remove your dress. You stood, holding your arms out to the sides, while they undid the ties at your shoulders and the sash at your waist. Your dress fell to the ground at your feet and you were naked. My lady, I know I should not have continued to watch you, but I could not bring myself to move. As I crouched on the dusty ground, my manhood rose beneath my robe.’

‘Did you pleasure yourself while you spied on us, Leontes? You know I ought to punish you for your audacity, but you have not even begun the test yet.’

‘Yes, I stroked my cock until my seed spilled on the earth. I saw your maids lay you down on the riverbank and pleasure you with their hands and mouths. One licked at your sex, while others fondled and nuzzled your breasts, your thighs, even your feet. Another caressed your hair, combing out the tresses with her fingers. I had seen girls kissing before when they thought no-one was looking – serving girls in my uncle’s kitchens. But never had I seen such a glorious display of female pleasure. I marvelled at the bliss on the faces of your maids as they gave themselves over to your joy. I longed to show you such devotion myself. That is why I decided not to leave your household. I hated the thought of you allowing one of the other suitors to claim you, the thought of their vile, grasping hands kneading your smooth skin and their sweating, turgid cocks pummelling where I saw your maids’ fingers so deftly probe.’

My sex was moistening to hear his description. I wondered when this encounter had occurred, when he had first grovelled in the bushes to watch. My maids and I often visited the river on warm days, knowing that path was seldom used. I felt so differently towards this youth than my disdain of the other suitors. The thought of one of them seeing me naked and aroused sent a cold shiver through my belly. But I felt a strange affection for this humble young man and his furtive fascination with our pageant.

‘And so you let yourself hope that I might choose you?’ I said. ‘Why would I choose you when another 107 men vie for my affections, men of greater physical strength than you, greater experience of battle, greater skill with sword and bow?’

‘Because they would not win your affections. Those men hoped to claim you as if you were another spoil of war. They wanted your title and lands. I hold out the hope that I will be able to prove to you my devotion and my eagerness to serve your pleasure. I long to kneel at your mound like one of your handmaidens and mouth you to delicious climax.’

Want to know what happens to Leontes? Find out in Miranda's Tempest from Amazon UK, Amazon.com or All Romance. 

Comment on this post to be in to win one of these fabulous prizes:

• A Kindle and £50 worth of Total-E-Bound ebooks,
• or £50 worth of Xcite ebooks

And be sure to check out all the August Alfresco posts at http://smutalfresco.co.uk and comment on each one to have more chances to win.

All terms and conditions are available at smutalfresco.co.uk and the winners will be announced on 1^st September at the website.