Category Archives: Catacombs Series

#SexySnippets: When the Master of the House Says No #Erotic #Romance #WIP

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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 🙂

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#WickedWednesday: A little tease from my latest #erotic #WIP

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).

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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!

#Sexy Snippets from #CampTortuga: Dance, anyone? #WIP #Erotic

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Welcome to my better late than never Sexy Snippets post for this week. With the holiday, I didn’t get a chance to schedule this post ahead of time, so I am coming to you love from a chilly and rainy weekend at my campsite in Upstate NY, I’ve dubbed Camp Tortuga.

This week’s snippet comes from my current erotic WIP, which doesn’t have a title yet, but will be part of what I am calling the Catacombs series. The story is set in England in 1720, so a historical.

The main character, Justine has recently arrived to work at Chauncey House, and this is her first experience with the private parlor behind the dining hall, an area she has been barred from entering. Until now.

Here are my seven unedited first draft sentences.

Eleanor danced closer, her hand sliding down her body as her eyes locked on Evan. She grabbed hold of one of the lengths of colored silk and pulled it free. She tossed the fluff of pink into the air above his head, and danced away with a teasing smile as the material fluttered down to settle in his lap. Another twirl and a few swaying steps in the other direction, and Eleanor pulled free another strip of silk, this time wrapping the ends around the neck of one of the salon’s male patrons. She used the scarf to pull the man to her. She kissed his cheek and released one end of the cloth while pulling it free of his shoulders with the other. Holding the end, she twirled on one foot.

Thanks, as always for stopping by and checking in with me. Be sure to swing by the SEXY SNIPPETS blog and visit with the other participants this week.

Happy Reading!
~Bex

#WickedWednesday: Welcome to Chauncey House #erotic #WIP #BDSM

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For this week’s Wicked Wednesday post, I decided to share something I am working on with you all. This story will be the beginning of a new series (I hope) and will be a Historical Erotic Romance (with BDSM elements, of course).

Here is a bit of a teaser from my WIP, The Catacombs:

“How long have you worked here, Helen?”

“Let me see…” The woman turned blue eyes toward the ceiling. “Uh…ever since my Henry passed, so…” She counted on her fingers. “Eighteen years now.” A nostalgic smile curled her lips. “Feels like a lifetime ago.” helen finished placing the utensils and joined Justine at the cart. “It’s time to get dressed for dinner. I’ve had a uniform in your size placed in your room, as well as a wash basin, and fresh water. Get yourself ready and I’ll collect you at six thirty.”

Justine headed for her quarters with a smile on her face. She’d worked hard all day, but Helen had treated her kindly, and the job didn’t seem to be too complicated. Plus, there’d been no mention of her bedding anyone. Her prospects were better than they’d been since her father’s death. There was a solid roof over her head and a warm pallet for her to sleep on.

Her sense of ease disintegrated when she got a look at what Helen had referred to as a uniform. It turned to abject horror when she actually tried the garment on.

While the dress had long fitted sleeves, that’s where all modesty ceased. The neckline plunged dangerously low and would most assuredly spill her assets onto the table when she bent to offer a tray of food to one of the evening’s diners. Her skirt, while full and relatively modest in the back, split wide in the front, offering an unfettered view of her legs from toe to mid thigh. She had stockings–black silk embroidered with a row of tiny black diamonds from anklebone to mid calf, but they only accentuated the expanse of exposed flesh at the top of the black, heeled boots.

Justine couldn’t imagine the harlots at the tavern down the street wearing less than she wore at that moment. She chewed her lower lip and paced the length of her room while she considered her options.

It was a short walk.

If she left Chauncey House, she’d be forced to the tavern, where the clientele was less than upstanding–or clean–and her room would most assuredly be shared with any number of other girls. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t known what Chauncey House was when she’d gone there. She could always hope this would be the worst of it. Her hands fretted each other at her waist until a knock at the door startled her out of her reverie.

Justine looked down at her outfit and sighed. “Come in.”

Helen pushed open the door, a bright smile plumping her cheeks. “Ready?”

“No, I’m not ready.” She threw her hands up. “Look at me. I can’t go out in public like this. Surely, I’ll cause a scandal dressed in…” She gathered up the fluffs of skirt at her hips and tossed it up for effect. “…whatever you call this thing. Do all of the other girls wear this, too?”

Helen frowned and appeared offended. “Well, of course not! They’ve all worked here for some time and wear much less than you. They aren’t allowed to cover their breasts at all and their skirts are split in the rear as well. The girls are proud of what they offer the guests and are anxious to prove their worth to their Benefactor. You’re in training. Your uniform shows your status in the household.” She chuckled. “Don’t look so surprised. Chauncey House is the most exclusive brothel in London, my dear, catering to the darker tastes of the most influential men, and women, in the world. We don’t allow just anyone to service our guests. You have a lot to learn, but you’re in very good hands. I’ve been teaching girls like you for a very long time.”

Interesting place, that Chauncey House…

As always, feel free to share your comments and thoughts on the piece. Love hearing from you.

Until next time…

#SexySnippets: The First Encounter #WIP #Erotic #Romance

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Welcome back for another week of Sexy Snippets. Today I have decided to share a bit from one of my WIP’s — this one has a working title of THE CATACOMBS and is an historical erotic romance. The story is still in its beginning stages, and the snippet presented is part of the first draft (so be gentle :P)

Here are your seven sentences from THE CATACOMBS:

“Do you know them all?”

Alice glared a warning and shushed her.

Cringing, Justine swung her attention back to the arched dining hall entrance. Her pulse raced.

A group of four stood in the wide doorway, three men and a woman, all handsomely dressed, but Justine’s attention was too focused on the all male specimen in the center of the group to notice anything more about his companions.

The interesting stranger’s chestnut curls, tied back in a fashionable queue, measured a head taller than the other two men, and his dark suit accentuated a chiseled, healthy physique. Keen, hazel eyes tucked behind a fringe of thick lashes swept the room and settled on her.

Feel free to share your thoughts on the snippet below. I love comments 🙂

Also, make sure you stop by the other blogs offering SEXY SNIPPETS this week. You never know when your new favorite author may be participating.

Until next week…

What I’m Working On: Weekend Teaser #Erotica #EroticRomance

Happy weekend after Thanksgiving, everyone. I hope you all had a fantastic holiday and have loads to be thankful for.

I took the opportunity to use the extra time off to get some new writing done. HOORAY! *cue confetti*

While I will most likely not be a Nanowrimo winner this year, I have managed to make headway on a new story I am really excited about. Well, more like a new erotic series — but one story at a time, right? Anyway, I thought it would be fun to share a bit of the WIP with you all this weekend — think of it as my personal thank you to you all for following the blog.

This series will be a historical erotic series featuring a secret society over 400 hundred years in the making at the time of this particular story, set in early 18th century England.

Bear in mind, the teaser won’t include anything too HAWT, as I am still working into that part of the tale.

Justine headed for her quarters with a smile on her face. She’d worked hard all day, but Helen had treated her kindly, and the job didn’t seem to be too complicated. Plus, there’d been no mention of Justine bedding anyone. Her prospects were better than they’d been since her father’s death. There was a solid roof over her head and a warm pallet for her to sleep on.

Her sense of ease disintegrated when she got a look at what Helen had referred to as a uniform. It turned to abject horror when she actually tried the garment on.

While the dress had long fitted sleeves, that is where all modesty ceased. The neckline plunged dangerously low and would most assuredly spill her assets onto the table when she bent to offer a tray of food to one of the evenings diners. Her skirt, while full and relatively modest in the back, split wide in the front, offering an unfettered view of her legs from toe to mid thigh. She had stockings–black silk embroidered with a row of tiny black diamonds from anklebone to mid calf, but they only accentuated the expanse of exposed flesh at the top of the black, heeled boots.

Justine couldn’t imagine the harlots at the tavern down the street wearing less than she wore at that moment. She chewed her lower lip and paced the length of her room while she considered her options.

It was a short walk. If she left Chauncey House, she’d be forced to the tavern, where the clientele was less than upstanding–or clean–and her room would most assuredly be shared with any number of other girls. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t known what Chauncey House was when she’d gone there. She could always hope this would be the worst of it. Her hands fretted each other at her waist until a knock at the door startled her out of her reverie.

Justine looked down at her outfit and sighed. “Come in.”

Helen pushed open the door, a bright smile plumping her cheeks. “Ready?”

There you have it — a fair start to my estimations. As with most of my “adult” endeavors, this one will feature BDSM aspects and focus on the Master/slave dynamic.

So, what did you think? Does the snipit tweak your interest? Always keen to hear your thoughts. Drop a comment 🙂

Happy Sunday!
~Bex

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