Sinful Pleasures: An Anthology of Erotic Tales
August 20, 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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Sinful Pleasures will be available through all main online bookstores in print
and digital on the 20th of August.
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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