Simply Sexual

by Kate Pearce

What can I tell you about this book? Firstly, I have no real idea where I got the idea for it from. I remember a few vague thoughts about Turkish pirates, sieges and white slavery and then these 2 characters appeared in my head, one of them complete with a name, which is really weird. So there he was, Lord Valentin Sokorvsky, a Regency noble man and a businessman, looking for a wife.

But I also knew that at the age of 10 he'd been kidnapped along with another boy, by Turkish pirates and sold to a brothel. Not one of those nice Princess and floaty drapery harems, but a place where he and his blond haired companion, Peter Howard are forced to have sex with each other and anyone with the coin to pay for them.

Rescued and returned to England at 18, Valentin has issues-big issues not only with his sexuality but with his best friend Peter, a man he's tied to in many ways. A man who is still in love with him. So the book is about an older Valentin coming to terms with his voracious sexuality in a way that satisfies both his needs and the needs of his new wife, Sara. Throughout most of the book, Val is in major denial about his relationship with Peter and with how he deals sexually with his wife.

Here's an excerpt:

Sara's breathing shortened and Valentin knew she was close to a climax. He pulled back, barely touching her, wanting to see her face in this most intimate moment. He drew back the folds of her dressing gown to expose her breasts and nearly lost what little sense he had left.

Her rose red nipples glinted with gold. He stared at the rings that pierced her sensitive flesh. She flinched as he reached out a finger. With great restraint, he lightly touched the ring. She would be sore for a while. Even more sore if the ring was ripped out, as had happened to him. He still bore the scar on his chest. He traced the warm metal with his tongue and removed his fingers from her pussy.

“Does it still hurt?”

She bit her lip. “A little.”

He licked her nipple as gently as he could and she sighed.

When she healed, he intended to spend a great deal of time lavishing his attention on her breasts. God, it was possible that he’d never let her out of bed again. He cupped her chin and kissed her mouth, giving her a taste of her own pleasure. His cock throbbed. He wanted to be inside her with a primitive urge that shook him to the core.

Still kissing her, he reached down and opened his breeches. His breath hissed between his teeth as his cock sprang out, blindly seeking her. She dragged his breeches down to expose his buttocks and tight balls.

“Oh God, Valentin, I missed you.”

He groaned as her fingernails scraped his skin. Releasing her mouth, he slid back down between her legs and pushed her knees wide with his hips. She’d take his cock now and scream out her pleasure.

Sara quivered as he pushed her hand away from the jade dildo and grabbed the base of his shaft. His cock was bigger than he’d ever seen it before. He guided the massive weeping crown along the lower side of the jade, engorged red flesh to pale green, velvet heat to cream-washed stone. Her sheath swallowed him below the jade.

He waited until her flesh gave willingly and then continued his slow penetration. Sensations exploded over him, the clench of her pussy, the rock hard resistance of the stone above him. He was trapped in an erotic vise of his own making.

“Valentin.” Sara clutched his muscled shoulders, her fingernails digging deep. “Oh. God, I’m going to come.“

He pressed deeper until his balls slapped against her buttocks and held still as she milked his cock with the strength of a ravaging storm. He caught her screams in his mouth, refusing to end the kiss even when she nipped and bit at his lips in the final throes of her climax.

When she finished shaking, he pulled out and removed the jade dildo. He stared down at her beautiful, wet, fuckable pussy. So much for restraint. He was beyond that now and so was she.



It's available from Kensington Aphrodisia and is due out on the 29th, although it has already been spotted in stores. Of course, you can also buy it online at Amazon.com and Amazon uk

What's even more fun is I got to write a companion book "Simply Sinful" which comes out in November, which reverses the focus and gives us Peter Howard's story, complete with his sexual trysts with another man and the man's wife and his take on his complicated relationship with Valentin.

So how do you feel about sexually ambiguous Regency Rakes masquerading as romance heroes?

Comment and you might win your very own copy of my edgy erotic Regency-set novel "Simply Sexual"

Works in Progress

Collated by Deanna Ashford

Once again prepare to be entertained by another Works in Progress post by two esteemed members of Lust Bites. However, I must say that when I read Kristina’s write up on Saturday my thoughts were slightly diverted from the intended post by her mention of the word whips. Strange erotic thoughts invaded my mind which had nothing to do with the posts in question and led me along another road entirely. Nevertheless, perhaps that post should be saved for another day!!

This month’s offering consists of works in progress by Kate Pearce and Madeline Moore. In order to give you all a little more insight into the writing process Kate and Madeline have also included a couple of paragraphs to give you all some background information into their excerpts.

The first excerpt is from a historical novel by Kate Pearce:-

This is the second of my Regency erotic historicals that my agent sold to Kensington Aphrodisia in only 48 hours. They are probably the darkest and edgiest books I write and my favorites. The two books are linked by the two main characters who survived seven years in a Turkish brothel after their ship was attacked by pirates. I'm writing about them several years later when they've returned to England and how they deal with the sexual and emotional repercussions of those years.

The first book "Simply Sexual" is out at the end of Jan 08, I've no idea when the second, tentatively titled 'Simply Sinful' will be out, but this is an excerpt from it. I had to send my editor four chapters as a proposal, just so that he would know there was actually a woman in it! For an erotic romance novel, it skirts close to the edge of what is acceptable both in terms of sexual content and the ending which is not quite your conventional one! I love this character. I've written about him in three different books now (Antonia's Bargain is the other) and I have total respect for him.

When Peter turned back, Joseph, Helene’s latest conquest was trying to crawl onto the chaise lounge between them. Even the sight of Joseph’s well-muscled buttocks and erect cock failed to arouse Peter’s interest.

“Perhaps I am getting old,” Peter murmured, as Helene ran the tip of her index finger around the crown of Joseph’s erection. Her blonde hair fell in soft ringlets around her face, her gown was so sheer that she looked naked in the candlelight. Her body remained as pert and youthful as ever. Peter had no idea of her true age and he wasn’t fool enough to ask.

Joseph moaned as Helene’s long nails flicked over his engorged flesh.

“You are not old, mon ami.”

“Jaded, then.” Peter drank more champagne. In his thirty five years he’d probably had more sexual partners than anyone at Madame Helene’s. Not all of them by choice. Being enslaved in a Turkish brothel for seven long years had ensured that his sexual expertise was limitless and that he never wanted to be owned or forced by anyone again.

Helene bent her head to lick Joseph’s cock, her small pointed tongue as dainty as a kitten’s. When she straightened, her lips glistened with pre-come. “Jaded, you?” She regarded Peter closely, one hand lazily working Joseph’s cock. “Maybe you just want different things.”

Peter grimaced. “Like a wife and a family? Who would have me? I’m employed in trade and have no aristocratic blood to make me eligible. The only reason I have an entrée into the ton is because of Valentin’s high and mighty connections.”

Lord Valentin Sokorvsky was not only heir to a marquis; he was Peter’s best friend and occasional lover. They had been slaves together until their release at the age of eighteen. Their strong bond had helped Peter survive the brutal sadistic world of the brothel and supported him through the difficult years of his return to the almost forgotten land of his birth.

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The second works in progress from Madeline Moore couldn’t be more different:-

Amanda’s Young Men is so new I’m sort of scared to share it with the world. But I support the idea of Lust Bites WIP post, which gives all of us a glimpse into the freshest erotic fiction being produced today – and I mean today.

I’ve been working on the cougar concept (older woman, younger men) for some time, primarily because it interests both me and my editor at Black Lace. The first ten thousand words + synopsis, The Boy Toy Project was, ultimately, rejected. What’s a girl to do? Try again, of course!

This time around, I’ve added intrigue and deleted divorce-triggered depression. Amanda is 35, (yes, I know, a little young for true cougardom but that’s as old as the Boss is willing to go), a high maintenance but happily married women whose only complaint is that she doesn’t get as much sex with her older husband, Roger, as she’d like. She has no complaints about the quality, though, and in this, an excerpt from Chapter One, Roger proves he’s still got what it takes to satisfy his woman:

The plunge seemed to extend from his tip right into the dark pit of her belly.

Amanda’s groan was deep, as if he’d pushed it up from her with the force of his thrust. ‘I love it when you fuck me, Roger. Go slow, please, make it last.’ She shuddered. Her jacket slipped halfway off her shoulders.

Taking the hint, he leaned over her and took her nipple between his lips.

She arched her back. ‘Oh yes, yes. Suck hard, please. Bite me.’ She felt his teeth, gripping hard enough to send electric shocks from her nipple to her clit, gentle enough to do no harm.

His head drew back, elongating her breast, before he released it. Roger’s hands cupped the cheeks of her bottom and lifted. She wrapped her arms around his neck and Roger stood, taking her clear of the table. Her legs folded around his hips. He jerked, throwing her upwards a few inches, and met her descent with a thrust of his hips.

Older man? Yes, he was, but not so old he couldn’t fuck her free-standing.

(After the couple climaxes happily, they tumble together into the pool. Oh happy, carefree, sexually sated Amanda! But wait…)

Ten days later, Amanda got a call from the police. Roger had been found, naked, alone and dead, in a motel that rented by the hour. It looked like a heart attack.

Chapter One ends, and the story of Amanda’s Young Men begins…

Fuck, but it felt good, the bulk of it, the strength, the heat, the flavour. Amanda turned her head, moving his cock’s head into her cheek. Being very careful not to let him feel her teeth, she polished his knob. Her mouth was watering but some of the wet was from him seeping. She straightened again and pushed forward. His helmet slid across her tongue until it butted against the back of her throat.

She released his cock. Rupert sighed. She drew back, very slowly. A long silvery strand of her spit mixed with his precum stretched from his knob to her lower lip. She sucked it in, breaking it, and then spat directly onto his purple dome before lunging, taking him in deep again.

Rupert emitted a strangled gasp, as if he was very close to his climax. Boys of his age could come often, as she remembered. There were all sorts of things she could do to him before he was drained. He really was her toy. She’d take full advantage of that.

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Well that is all for now folks but we will be featuring more works in progress from other lusties in the coming months.

Deanna