XXX Six Sentence Sunday!

This week my newest release, What the Mistress Did, came out from Samhain Publishing and I'm really excited.  I've had a couple of very nice reviews for it (one here) and am all set to work on the sequel during NaNoWriMo which both scares and excites me. It's been a few years since I participated in National Novel Writing Month and I know it's gonna be a haul. This is the busiest time of year for one of my day jobs (yeah, I have two LOL!) and I'm going to have to push to make it, but it'll be fun and productive, so I'm in. Lady Marianne Gillingham has further adventures to take part in, believe me!

This week, I'm giving you another little snippet of What the Mistress Did, and it's XXX, like most of the book. Hope you enjoy it, and please drop by some of the other participants in this week's Six Sentence Sunday.

Marianne is having an encounter with her lover, David, while his wife Annabelle watches from hiding.

Stepping to the side, I align myself so as to see his profile and tickle the crop over his arse. “Take your cock in your hand,” I command. “Stroke it. But do not spend, or I will send you away  immediately.”

David groans but does not hesitate, and as his fingers encircle the engorged flesh, I commence the flogging.

Oh, how the sheer carnality of it fires my blood.

Six Sentence Sunday!

Wow, the last week has flown by, and here we are, Sunday again. This week I thought I'd give a taste of my up-coming Samhain release, What the Mistress Did written under my erotica pen name, Anya Delvay. This was one of those books that almost wrote itself, and kept surprising me at each turn. I'm a pantser by nature, but recently I've been working with an outline, just so I don't write myself into a corner and have to waste time trying to figure out how to get out of it. With this book, the heroine, Lady Marianne Gillingham, went about her in search for lusty revenge, and took me along for the ride. I hope you enjoy the following, which happen to be the very first six sentences of the book!

Anya

Such a delectable morsel.

Standing in front of the fireplace, fingers knotted into the sides of her skirts, Miss Annabelle Frasier tries to stare me down. The generations of aristocracy in her lineage allow a credible effort, but it isn’t enough. No matter the careful styling of her wig into a powdered coiffure fit for a queen, the width of her panniers or richness of her accoutrements. To me she is a fledgling, sweetly young, trying wings not yet adult enough for the journey attempted.

The sight of her moves and angers me, stirring feelings I never imagined experiencing under such circumstances.