Release date 20th August 2017.
Sinful Press welcomes you to lose yourself in Sinful
Pleasures.
Join us as we weave our way from mainstream erotic
romance to surreal sex-filled dreamscapes and everything in between, created by
some of the best new and established voices in the erotica genre.
Janine Ashbless
Ella Scandal
Sonni de Soto
Jo Henny Wolf
Lily Harlem
Lady Divine
Gail Williams
Samantha MacLeod
Tony Fyler
Ellie Barker
Lisa McCarthy
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Excerpt
from The Pier By Night by Janine
Ashbless:
“What do you want to
do now?” James asked, as they came level with another set of concrete stairs
leading back up to the promenade. The question was lightly posed, but it seemed
to carry an unconscionable weight. Maz looked sideways at him, rearranging the
tickling strands of her hair back from her face one more time. Her body knew
exactly what it wanted to do. Her body seemed to belong to some other person—someone with no memory, no ties, no guilt. Somebody who had lived
all her life here, in the sun, on the beach, far away from any home or husband.
How easy it would be
to do something irrevocable. Something that would tear down their carefully
ordered world.
“Do you think they’ve
got an aquarium?” she heard herself ask. “I like them.”
“It’s a seaside town.
Of course they’ve got an aquarium.”
They did.
***
Indoors, it was
surprisingly quiet and empty. The sun must be keeping everyone else outside.
After the blaring pop music of the pier and the excited children on the beach,
the dimly-lit faux-rock tunnels, with their windows onto pellucid underwater
landscapes, seemed like another planet.
Maz and James took their
time. She hadn’t been kidding about how much she enjoyed displays like these.
The glowing pools drew her, and the fact that James was beside her only
heightened the sense of dreamlike intensity. He would touch her occasionally—a hand on the small of her back, a finger brushing her wrist, the
gentlest of clasps upon her upper arm as he pointed out a delicate seahorse
among the reed grass. There was a quiet intimacy to it that made her shiver and
blush and lose focus.
She could feel her
whole body thrumming, as if she were lambent with arousal.
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