A delightfully decadent tale

"If you want a rousing tale of BDSM, like 50 Shades of Gray, but better written, and more realistic to the world of BDSM, then this book is for you"

I've just had a great review for Garden of Thorns: "I found the book well written, the sex scenes hot. And there were a lot of them, one after another, with the story woven in between them. The tale is intriguing with enough roadblocks thrown in to make it an edge of your seat read to see what happens next."

See the full review by S. R. Howen 2014 EPIC award winner at http://www.amazon.com/Garden-Thorns-Yvonne-Sarah-Lewis-ebook/product-reviews/B00HNAWCF6

 

A Taste for Blood

Lucy Westenra has had a poor deal from Bram Stoker and his followers.  She's depicted as Dracula's passive victim.  I think there's more to her than that, so I've written this story from her point of view, to set the record straight.   

It begins where Lucy is helping Mina to say an amorous farewell to her fiancé before he leaves for Transylvania, to meet with Count Dracula.  Lucy tells her own tale, of love between her and Mina, her own fiancé Arthur, and of course, the extremely male Count himself.

Re-reading Bram Stoker's excellent Dracula, and other novels written at the time, I find that servants are barely mentioned, yet they must have played an important part in the lives of the protagonists.  To redress this balance, I have created a maid-servant, Ida, to look after Lucy, to protect and comfort her when she can.  Ida is a woman of the world, and with her robust attitude and good humor makes Lucy's life happier and more exciting than it would otherwise have been.

I've submitted my novella, A Taste for Blood, to Torrid Books today.

Jennie: 7 from 7 from 7 from 7

In response to a challenge forwarded by Simon Whaley, here are seven lines from the seventh page of Jennie, starting at the seventh line:
“I’m sorry, there’s no milk.  Matthew—” and his whore “Must have finished it.”
“That’s all right, Miss Hughes—Jennie—I may call you Jennie?”
“If you like, Mr Williams.  Will you sit down?”
“No, thanks, Jennie.  I’ve called about, well, it’s the rent, you see.”
“Oh.”
“It’s not been paid.”
“But I gave Matthew the money to give you…”

Twenty-seven pages on, Jennie's in jeopardy again (still?). Everyone wants something from her; generally the same thing. And they're all so big, too. Well, taller, anyway. She's now travelling with a borrowed champion bodybuilder and has managed to rescue her copy of Ali Smith's Hotel World, which is one of her favourite books, so she'll have something to read, if she ever gets the opportunity. Maybe her next chapter'll be quieter...