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Welcome to what I’ve decided to call Wicked Tease Wednesday — a special combination of my own weekly Wicked Wednesday post and a Mid-Week Tease post, which is the brainchild of fellow Evernight author, Sandra Bunino, and a post where I forgot to see what day it was before signing up for it and realizing it conflicted with one of my few and favorite weekly features. But, this worked out quite nicely I think.
You all are the ultimate judges. 🙂 Do you feel the surge of power?
Both weekly features are a free-form way of sharing our writing with readers (and each other), which is what it’s all about. This time, I just have some company by way of the other fantastic participating authors in Sandra’s Hop.
I’ve had a bit of a time lately with the more steamy posts, since most of my WIPs at the moment aren’t up to the good bits yet, and I like to share new stuff with you and not the same ole same ole — so this week, I’ve decided to dig into the notebook and find something special in honor of our Mid-week tease guests. This one is more sweet than sultry, but I do like it quite a bit. Ric is one of my all time favorite characters — one I admit is as much a product of my alter-ego, Rebecca Hart than he is my imagination. This comes from “our” novel to be, The Machenwood Chronicles (think Grimm’s Fairy Tales meets Narnia)
As always, I would love to know your thoughts on the teaser, so please feel free to leave a comment below. Feedback rules.
Anyway, here it goes…
“Let’s go cool off. I know just the place.” He pulled her along with him, ducked under a tree limb, and glanced back at her. “This way.”
“Where are we going?” Ana hopped over a giant root, struggling to keep pace with Ric.
“The hot springs. Your muscles will thank me.” Ric led her through the trees and into the same grass covered glen where Ana met Brenna the day before. The pool’s surface shimmered like glass in the late afternoon sun.
Ric released her hand and he kicked off his boots. He unfastened the buttons of his shirt, exposing his hard, lightly furred chest. Pulling his arms free, he tossed the garment aside and began working at the button to his trousers. He glanced at Ana, who hadn’t moved since he’d let go of her. “Why aren’t you getting undressed?” He wiggled his hips, pushed his breeches down to his ankles, and stepped out of them.
Ana gaped, took a step backward. “Undressed?” Her cheeks burned as she averted her gaze. “I…uh…” Her eyes darted left and right. She spun around, searched the surrounding branches for her dignity.
A splash sounded behind her, indicating he’d entered the water.
“You sure we’re alone?” When he didn’t answer, Ana turned back around.
Ric broke the rippled surface about twenty feet from shore. He turned about, dark curls plastered to his forehead, golden-flecked eyes shining with mischief. “Don’t look so stricken, Ana. You’re in danger of being a prude.”
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Yup. Love me some Ric. 🙂
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TodayI have a special treat for you all. I have fenagled a visit and guest post from fellow Evernight author, Iyana Jenna. She’s going to talk a bit about Point of View in a story, as well as give you a peak at her latest release, RELEASE ME.
Without further ado, here’s Iyana 🙂
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Hi everyone! First off, I would like to thank Rebecca for the chance to do a guest post on her blog. Today I want to talk a bit about he and I.
No, no. It’s not a mistake that should have read him and me. 🙂 What I want to talk about is point in views in stories, third person (he) or first person (I).
So far I like third person better, whether to read or write. Reading a story in the first person sometimes makes me difficult to remember who I am, which character it is supposed to be. And writing with third person style makes me feel freer to develop the characters. Besides those reasons, as I perused the publishing websites, most of them prefer third person stories.
Having said that, now I began to falter. Lately the stories that I read and that are considered to be favorites among the readers and become bestsellers are the ones with first person point of view. It makes me wonder and I begin to re-think the way I write. Are first person stories better than the third person? Do they make readers feel closer to the characters? I still find it a bit confusing to read in the first person but in writing, I’m willing to try out any styles. If it makes me improve, why not?
How about you, do you prefer first person or third person?
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Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: M/M Erotic Romance
Taking a break from dealing with his father’s clients on legal matters, Nicholas Haynes went out to the sea on his yacht—only to find a man floating in the water. The man was still alive, much to Nicholas’s relief.
Gregory Phillips was a private investigator and his last job almost turned him into fish food if not for Nicholas. Little did he know that the main suspect in his case was one of Nicholas’ father’s clients. When Nicholas insisted on taking care of Gregory after the incident that almost killed him, can he trust Nicholas enough with his life?
Be Warned: M/M Sex
Excerpt (Mature Audiences Only):
Stanley Haynes threw the newspaper, and it landed with a slap on Nicholas’s plate. The headlines blared at Nicholas as though his father had shouted at him.
Heir to US Banking Chain Wedded?
“You ever plan to tell us about this, Nicholas?”
Nicholas glanced briefly at his mother sitting across from him, but she kept stirring the cooling coffee in her cup. Nicholas could see a smile flicker in her eyes. He shrugged.
“Come on, Dad. You know it was impossible for me to talk about it before everything was done.”
“Are you saying you don’t trust me, or your mom—” Stanley threw a glance at his wife, and his eyes widened. “You knew about this?”
She threw her hands up.
“God, no, honey. I wouldn’t lie to you.”
“All right, all right.” Stanley took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “Is it that Phillips guy?”
“Of course. Who else?” Nicholas grinned.
His mother went back to stirring her coffee. Her voice was calm when she asked, “When was it, Nicholas? How come both of us didn’t know anything about it?”
“A moment after Greg was released from the hospital.”
“Wow. That fast?”
Nicholas chuckled. “Yeah. Now you can’t accuse me of being a playboy anymore.”
“That’s good, dear.” His mother took his hand, and Nicholas squeezed hers gently. “So those journalists—they just found out the other day?”
“They’ve just seen this ring, that’s all.” Nicholas lifted his left hand and eyed the simple platinum band around his ring finger. Gregory had exactly the same kind of ring around his finger.
A month earlier
It was the lulling sounds of the waves and the gentle breeze above the vast, boundless ocean that Nicholas loved most. He could spend days, even weeks, drifting seemingly without any course and purpose on his boat, all by himself. After months dealing with his father’s clients about legal matters, he was always desperate for some time alone. Sometimes he just couldn’t understand why he had to work twice as hard as the other employees in his father’s bank when he was his only son. However, most of the time, he just couldn’t see it any other way. His father was not the type to want to spoil his family. Everyone had to earn what life had given to them. Nobody was allowed to simply ask and receive.
Today, though, he ended up not alone.
About the Author: Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.
Iyana loves kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.
Iyana loves teaching. She teaches English and her students range from elementary school kids to college students to employees. She enjoys working with them all. Teaching is so much fun for her.
My guest today is the author of Evernight’s new release, TC Collins.
Take it away, TC 🙂
Hi and thank you so much for having me! Shadows of Light is on Evernight Publishing’s coming soon page with the release date set to July 29th. Be sure to drop by and pick up a copy! I hope you enjoy my first baby released out into the world. I am so happy and excited to share a little bit of my crazy thoughts with you. Here’s a little teaser to perk your interest, LOL.
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: M/M Erotic Romance
Blurb: Matthew Rose is a reclusive psychic on the run from a mad psychologist. Held captive and exploited as a child because of his ability to connect minds with serial killers, all Matt wants now is to be free of his visions. His desire for peace is shattered when he sees the woman from his most recent vision lying in a pool of blood.
Adam Rivers, the homicide detective assigned to the murdered woman’s case, quickly realizes Matt is more than a witness. Adam fights his attraction to Matt because he doesn’t see himself as gay.
As the murders mount, Matt and Adam work together to defeat the killer—unaware that the mad psychologist from Matt’s past has returned and is determined to reclaim his prize. Can Adam keep Matt safe from the danger that surrounds him or will he lose the man he is just now realizing he loves?
Be Warned: m/m sex
Excerpt: (Mature Audiences only)
Adam walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He’d obviously just gotten out of the shower because his skin glistened.
I watched, mesmerized as a water droplet began its slow, delicious descent from his neck, to his surprisingly hairless chest, past the fresh bandage a nurse had just applied before leaving the room, and down his very sexy six-pack, to the intriguing treasure trail to disappear into the towel.
I licked dry lips, vaguely aware of the increase in my heart rate and choppy breathing. The only thing I could think of was following the trail of the water droplet.
Oh my, I breathed.
Adam’s towel began to tent as I watched. Drawn like a bee to honey, I was halfway to Adam before I became aware of it. I stopped in front of him, nervous, and reached out a hand laying my palm on his chest. My heart was pounding as I touched an erect, brown nipple.
Adam groaned and grabbed my wrist. I looked up at him, dazed. His lips moved but I was beyond hearing.
Must taste. The urge obliterated everything else.
I stood on tiptoe, grabbed a handful of his dark hair, and yanked his mouth to mine. Delighted moans filled the silent room. Adam wrapped an arm around my waist and yanked me into all that hard male strength. My knees buckled and my erection stretched within the confines of my jeans.
Adam licked into my open mouth, his tongue chasing and dominating mine. I shuddered at the heat smoldering inside me. Pleasure flowed, heightening sensitive nerve endings. I pressed further into Adam, trying to get as close as possible. His hands journeyed from my hips to my bottom, kneading.
It was the hottest thing I had ever felt. A whimper escaped and I felt Adam’s groan vibrate in his chest. Pre-cum leaked from my cock. I rubbed it against his stomach to help alleviate the pain. I’d never been so turned on in my life and it was exhilarating. I felt as if I was flying and free-falling simultaneously through a pit of molten lava.
Adam twined his tongue around mine, trapping it. His tongue tasted every crevice in my mouth, leaving no part unattended. His kiss left me feeling ravished and the feeling became addictive.
I broke our kiss to gulp fresh air. Adam rumbled his protest and one of his hands left my butt to grab a handful of my hair and jerked me back to his lips. I had never felt so needed before in my life and I melted into the kiss, my surrender complete. Adam snarled his approval and tightened his grip. He staggered us to the bed. I felt him wince and pulled back from our kiss.
“Maybe we should—” I began before Adam claimed my lips again.
I looked down as he laid me on the bed. Oh wow! Adam’s towel had slid to the floor and he was enormous. His cock had to be at least eight and a half inches long and he was thick. The mushroom-shaped tip was an angry red, pointing straight toward me as if in silent accusation.
Fear shot through me and I scrambled backward on the bed. What the heck do you think you’re going to do with that thing? I shouted at him through our bond. There was no way I was letting him get within six feet of me with that monster leering at me.
Adam laughed and grabbed my ankles to keep me from kicking him. He dragged me toward him spreading my thighs so he stood between my splayed legs. He leaned down and nuzzled my neck before placing a soft kiss there. Despite my fear, I shivered in reaction.
Is this your first time, baby? he whispered, using our bond. Goose bumps pebbled my skin. His voice was just so…sexy and using telepathy heightened its appeal.
I grabbed a handful of his hair and buried my face in his neck. Shyness had overcome me and I found it difficult to meet his gaze. My gift and the threat of Dr. Johannasan wouldn’t let me get close to anyone. Plus I didn’t trust anyone enough to try.
Adam lifted his head and the fierce possessiveness seared me in place. Good, he growled. Adam lowered his head to kiss me again.
About TC Collins:
I write erotic fiction which usually has a paranormal twist. I am a firm believer in happily ever after, so though I may torture my characters upon occasion, they will always get their HEA. I live in the southeastern region and can usually be found sipping a cup of white chocolate mocha.
I can be found at www.tccollins283.blogspot.com
Follow me on twitter at https://twitter.com/avidreader_01
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Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Paranormal Romance (erotic)
Heat Level: 2
Vampire Mari Ankamunan struggles to pick up the pieces of her life after her bar The Asp becomes a war zone between the Enforcers and members of the Preservation Society, who want all dark breeds wiped out. The sudden appearance of the only man she ever loved brings her world to a crashing halt, for she witnessed his brutal murder two thousand years ago.
Navar’s spoken oaths to his Sire cost him Mari. Torn from her side by the sidhe queen, he is her Hunter, delivering justice for crimes against the breeds. Now freed he returns to his lovers side only to be caught in a dark plot where Mari is targeted for death.
The stakes are high, can they uncover a deadly plot against the Enforcers or will Navar lose Mari, forever by an assassin’s hand?
And now, the part you’ve all been waiting for… the wicked teaser to get your mouth watering for more…as if the cover doesn’t do that by itself…
“I will do everything in my power to protect her, even lay down my life if it comes to that.” Navar’s words rang in the still air, spoken as an oath.
“Marcus will be relieved to find out Mari is well protected. I know after the incident with the Preservation Society, he has been concerned for her safety. Someday you must tell me how you secured your release.”
Mari blinked at the two men, feeling left out of the loop in the XY-chromosome chat. Males. Can’t live without them and can’t kill them. Irritation spiked into the red zone, her patience threadbare for the bullshit. Placing her diminutive self between the two towering males, she gave them both a fearless glare and fisted her hands on her hips.
All conversation stopped as they stared down at her with surprise. Good, now she had their attention. “I’ve been alive since the time of Cleopatra. I didn’t survive all those centuries by being a fucking weak female. I can fight, strategize, and I damn well have enough intellect in this ‘girly’ brain to figure out what I need to do to save my own hide, thank you very much. Now, if you don’t mind talking to me, not about me, it would be appreciated and might save your ball sacs from relocating somewhere north on your body. Are we clear, boys?”
Adrian threw his head back and roared a large rolling laugh that reverberated throughout the room. She blinked in surprise. She’d never once seen any enforcer laugh. Sure, they smiled, chuckled, and even smirked, but never laughed. She found it…disconcerting.
“Point taken. You will have your hands full with this little hellion, hunter. I don’t envy you.”
“Little hellion indeed. Yet well worth the extra trouble,” Navar agreed, his pale eyes darkening with hunger.
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Starving for more yet?
Good, then get your copy from any of the links below.
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/dark-hunter-by-shannan-albright/
All Romance Books: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-darkhunter-1244081-168.html
Book Strand : http://www.bookstrand.com/dark-hunter-mf
That’s right blog followers, it is Sexy Snippets Sunday yet again, and since I managed to remember to sign up this week, I have seven steamy sentences to share with you today.
In an effort to spark my desire to write a bit more of this particular piece, I have decided to share seven sentences from a WIP I have going (one of many, as usual). The work doesn’t yet have a title, but it will be part of the new CATACOMBS series I have hatched in my dirty little brain.
Would love to know what you think.
“Where is she going?” Mister Chauncey asked.
“Helen told her to shadow me,” Alice cast a smile of reassurance at her [Justine]. “She said Justine should know what she’s getting herself into.”
“Did she now?” His slow, dark perusal swept over a nervous Justine from tip to toe, his eyes devouring her where she stood. “What if I say she isn’t ready, Alice?”
Alice lifted pale shoulders in a shrug. “Then she isn’t ready, sir.”
Thanks, as always, for stopping by and giving the snippet a read. I always appreciate the visits. Be sure to swing by the SEXY SNIPPETS site to find the list of this week’s participants and be sure to stop by and see them as well. You never know what you may find. Alternately, you can reach the Snippets site by clicking the banner at the top of the post.
See you next time 🙂
Welcome to the Book Nook and thanks for stopping by for my first Sexy Saturday post. I am hoping to make this a weekly blog feature. Let’s just hope I can stick to that. Sometimes the best laid plans…
Anyway, the idea behind this particular feature is to post 7 paragraphs, sentences or words from a WIP or published work. This week I’ve decided to feature seven paragraphs from a published work — my erotic horror novella, BLOOD AND FIRE.
Here is my teaser for this week:
Rock music filled my ears as we stepped into the large, open space. The scent of sex and leather permeated the air. Massive crystal chandeliers hung from the twenty-foot ceiling. The tiny prisms caught strobe lights stationed throughout the room cast redacted rainbows onto the walls. A giant circular fountain presented a well-endowed statue of a male angel–like the ones at the front walk–dominated the center of the gymnasium sized room. The winged man stood with his arms and face lifted to the sky. A steady stream of water arched from his insanely large manhood into the shimmering pool.
The entire space swam with humanity. One mass gyrated on the lighted floor at the base of two ten foot speakers. The dancers, in every conceivable manner of fetish gear–some naked like me–writhed and ground against one another. A man crawled past on his mistresses leash sporting a studded collar and a headpiece of floppy dog ears. A butt plug with an attached tail wagged to and fro.
Kevin moved further into the crowd. The short leash set my brisk pace as I followed behind. We passed a live incarnation of the Monopoly man, complete with top hat and monocle, but instead of a suit, he wore an adult diaper. I sucked in a breath, yanking my open-mouthed gaze from the black hat bobbing through the crowd, as leather brushed across my nipples.
The scruffy, round man I bumped into flashed a grin and grabbed a handful of my ass.
With a shiver of revulsion, I gulped and scurried to keep up with Kevin.
Fetish stations lined the walls. A small group surrounded a naked man strapped to a spanking bench, where a woman in a vinyl cat suit worked his ass with a large glass dildo. Naked cocktail servers, male and female, carried drink-laden trays high over their heads. At the far end of the room marble steps rose to a red-carpeted dais with a St Andrew’s cross at its center. The spotlight at its base cast an eerie shadow on the overlooking stained glass windows. As I trailed behind Kevin, the cross drew my eyes. I wondered what it would be like to be strapped to it, have everyone’s eyes on me as a flogger kissed my back and burned welts down my ass and thighs. My heel caught in a tile crack, and I stumbled sideways–the jerk on my throat returned my attention to the present.
Kevin glanced back. “Stay with me, kitten.” He seemed to have a specific location in mind as he weaved his way through the maze of flesh and leather. He came to a halt at a collection of couches at the right of the carpeted dais.
Now that I have you all curious and foaming for more (or something like that), here are the details on the work:
Blood and Fire
Genre: Erotic Horror (BDSM)
Publisher: MustItUp Publishing
Blurb: College student, Francesca Morgan has finally met the Dominant man of her dreams. Kevin Stevenson is sexy, sure of himself, and knows just how to make her knees quake.
When he takes Frankie to her first fetish party, she is reminded being collared means her Master can do what he wishes with her, including offering her “services” for the evening to a Dominant business associate he is trying to impress.
It doesn’t take long for Frankie to realize their host, Bartholomew Andrews is nothing like any Dom she has ever served. Aside from his devastating looks and heaping financial fortune, Bartholomew can read her thoughts, and knows just how to make her body react.
Can Frankie keep her wits about her and serve at his feet without falling for him, or will Master Amazing steal both her heart and her soul in one steamy night of servitude?
Be sure to stop by the Link list and visit with some of the other authors offering Sexy Tidbits for you this week. You can also click on the My Sexy Saturday banner at the top of the post to get there as well.
Thanks for stopping by 🙂
Welcome back for another weekly installment of #WickedWednesday, where I share a steamy little snippet from a recent release or WIP — because, well, it’s hump day and you all deserve it *grins*
Today, my guest is fellow Evernight author, Douglas Black, who is here to tease you with a bit of his recent release, A SECRET LOVE.
Let’s get started with a closer look at the story, and then we can get to the steamy part.
A Secret Love
by Douglas Black
Genre: M/M Erotic Romance
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
James is nervous when he pulls into the car park of the secluded and conservative Caledonian Hotel. He slips off his wedding ring, gives a false name at reception and checks into his room.
When Mark finally arrives James expects their time together to conform to the usual pattern, but Mark surprises him. Mark wants candlelit dinners and walks on the beach. James, well, James just wants to make up for lost time. More importantly, he doesn’t want to get caught. They have six months left before they can leave behind everything they know and start a new life together and James is desperate to be discrete. Unfortunately, he never could control himself around Mark. Throw in an interfering old couple and some very public displays of affection and Mark and James’s short hotel stay might just be about to destroy not only the secrecy that has always shrouded their relationship, but also their plans for a future together.
Be Warned: m/m sex, sex toys, public exhibition
As if the cover and blurb aren;t enough to tempt you, here is the steamy excerpt I promised:
Excerpt: (Mature Audiences Only)
Mark returned the kiss passionately. James trembled in his arms. Tension coursed through his body and he could feel it mirrored in Mark’s. He could almost taste the other man’s nerves in his kiss. James savoured Mark’s strong arms around him. He pushed his hands inside Mark’s suit jacket and clung to the warm, toned body underneath. The body was so familiar despite the amount of time that had passed since their last meeting.
“God I’ve missed you,” James said when he finally pulled away. Mark was breathless and didn’t respond at first, but the sexy, playful smile on his lips told James everything he needed to know. James took his hands and led him further into the room.
It was a large suite with living area and a huge bathroom. Mark swung a new sports bag, bright orange and emblazoned with sponsorship logos, off his shoulder and dumped it onto one of the two couches. He paused momentarily, reaching into his suit pocket.
James watched as Mark pulled out his phone and turned it off without checking for messages. He waited patiently until Mark had tucked it safely into his bag and smiled at him when he had finished. “Difficult getting away this time?” he asked.
Mark nodded. “I left as soon as I could. I was so scared I was going to miss the flight. I’m sorry it had to be mid-week this time. Will you get in trouble at work?”
“I have the flu.”
Mark smirked. “You look perfectly healthy to me.”
“It came on all of a sudden,” James said, closing the space between them. “Unexpected. Probably be gone in a few days. You know how these things are.” Mark nodded and James slipped into his arms once more. With his head on Mark’s shoulder, he turned to whisper against the other man’s neck. “I wouldn’t have been able to stand it if you had missed the flight, if you had cancelled. It’s been so long. It’s always so long.”
Now that I have you all hooked, here are the links…
Author Bio: Douglas Black was born and raised in bonnie Scotland. He started writing erotica as a means of paying the bills when he was a student at university, but after graduation he found he no longer had the time to write. Over the summer of 2012, Black picked up a pen once more. After a brief, successful flirtation with self-publishing, Black’s novella ‘Business or Pleasure’ was picked up and released in April 2013. It quickly made the publisher’s best-sellers list. Douglas Black’s short story, ‘A Secret Love’, was published in July 2013 by Evernight Publishing.
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In talking over possible subjects for my post with Christina, I came up with a question for a subject matter. I hope you all don’t mind, as it is something I have been thinking about a lot when it comes to writing the characters for my stories. The men I write are not always the sweetest or most demure men, since I write BDSM romance, so I was curious what sorts of things women look for in their men. We all have different tastes and turn offs, after all.
So, the question I posed to myself, and will open to you all for input is this:
What is the one trait or characteristic your potential partner must have to get you to turn your head…
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I used Grammarly to grammar check this post, because I have the worst grammar of any published author in history. (that may be a slight exaggeration…but only SLIGHT).
Lately, my Wicked Wednesday posts have featured WIPs or recent releases from my fellow author friends, so this week I decided to take a little time on the blog to tout my own work. Hey, it is my blog, after all *grins*
This week’s steamy excerpt is from one of my current WIPs (yes, I always have a few going at once because I am both bored easily and OCD). The story doesn’t yet have an official title yet, but I’m always a bit slow to decide on one of those, so that is nothing new. I do know it will be part of my “Catacombs” series…but even that name is open for negotiations.
This particular story is set in the early 18th century — London, England. And, like most of my erotic tales, contains elements of BDSM and the D/s lifestyle.
Here is the (unedited) opening:
London – August 1720
Justine took another long look at the large brick building. She checked the house number written on the slip of paper clenched in her shaking fingers and compared it to the bronze numbers affixed to the heavy oak door for a third time. Thirteen Barnaby Street, where her new job awaited. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected of the most exclusive men’s club in London, but the dimly lit, dank façade looming over her certainly wasn’t it. Unfortunately, the outward appearance of the building was of no consequence; it did not change what took place within its walls. Chauncey House was little more than a high-class brothel.
But, Justine had no place to complain. She should be grateful her tattered family name earned her anything at all. She knew far too many who’d not been as lucky. The frenzy of Exchange Alley had claimed more than the O’Malley family fortune in recent months. Despite the condemnation of King and government, and the dissolution of countless bubbles and other questionable speculative ventures, the promise of overnight riches continued to hold the entire populace captive. Each dawn brought new, inventive ways to invest your hard earned money. Choose wisely, and your worth could grow tenfold in a fortnight.
Her own father had not been immune, sinking his entire fortune into one of the numerous stock-jobbing schemes during the spring. Daniel O’Malley lost everything in the Alley’s tenuous lottery less than a week later. He’d shot himself in the head rather than face his colossal failure, leaving Justine to find her own way.
She took a deep breath and knocked on the front door.
A few nervous moments later, the portal swung open to reveal a well dressed, older gentleman in a slightly askew, dusted wig. Upon seeing her, he notched up chin and cleared his throat. “The servant’s entrance is at the rear, young lady.” He waggled a fat finger toward the alley. “Through the gate to the right.”
The door slammed shut in her face.
Justine let out a tired sigh and swung about. Pompous bastard. She headed to the passageway the annoying man had indicated and pushed open the rusted metal gate.
It gave way with an eerie squeal.
Her heels echoed off the cobblestones, the sound bouncing down the narrow alley. A shiver rippled along her spine.
The door at the end of the passage swung open, spilling light onto her feet. An elderly woman smiled at her through the opening. “Are you Justine O’Malley?”
Her steps came to a halt. The woman certainly looked harmless enough. Justine nodded, returning the friendly smile. “Aye, That I am.”
The woman waved a wrinkled hand at her. “Come in, child. We’ve been expecting you.”
As always, I would love to know what you think. Did the opening pique your curiosity? Do you want to know more? Feel free to share your thoughts and comments below.
See you all next time!