Our friend Eden Myles of Courtesan Press drops by the Writer's Guest Room today to give you a sneak peek at her latest romp inside The Dollhouse Society. A new adult erotic romance with bdsm called Felix. Check out the stunning cover and excerpt below.
The Dollhouse Society: Felix
About: Felix Burks, student journalist, is looking for the scoop on the
mysterious Dollhouse Society. She means to write a kick-ass news article
that she just knows will help her ace her journalism class. To that
end, she agrees to become the temporary courtesan to esoteric tycoon
Alex Ishikawa in order to discover what all the fuss is about.
It’s just eight weeks of training, and both of them know it isn’t a
“real” arrangement, but as Felix learns the ins and (sometimes painful)
outs of being a professional courtesan, she discovers something else:
the news of the day is, she’s falling hard for Alex. Too bad she can’t
Excerpt: I stood on the fringes of the crowd and watched the gentleman secure
his courtesan to the post of the bed. She was naked excerpt for a
feathered owl mask and he was securing her wrists to the bedpost with a
number of long, colorful silk scarves, stopping periodically to run the
pads of his fingers up and down her thighs and whisper intimately in her
ear. She moaned and rolled her head back, and he nested one hand into
her long, bright red hair and yanked her head back until the pain made
her gasp and her eyes fluttered with pure, unadulterated lust.
He kissed the back of her neck, moved to the chair where a long,
rattan cane waited. He snatched it up and returned to her side, rubbing
the hard wood against her back and ass until she moaned again. She
closed her eyes and hugged the bedpost. She knew what was coming.
The first crack of the cane against her bare ass made me jump almost
out of my skin, it was so loud and unexpected. Jesus, Joseph and Mary…
I was surrounded by more than a hundred well-dressed strangers, all
of them focused on the gentleman and his courtesan’s play, and almost
everyone in the room wore masks, myself included. Even so, I was finding
it very difficult to “hide in plain sight,” as it were. I knew the
other gentlemen and courtesans and courtiers gathered around me thought I
was with someone—I kept shuffling up beside various men in a kind of
incognito dance of invisibility, and I was sure no one had caught on—but
I kept thinking someone was looking at me, maybe noting that my
“gentleman” seemed to keep changing over the course of the evening.
Maybe they noticed, or maybe I was just feeling paranoid.
I had never been undercover before.
Normally, I was good at disappearing in a crowded room—mask or no
mask. The baby fat stubbornly clinging to my curves made me look younger
than twenty-two, and with my plain brown bob of hair, grey eyes, and
freckled, girl-next-door looks, I could usually pull off looking like
everyone and no one. It was inevitable I should go into journalism and
do this undercover gig. It was either that or the FBI, I figured.
I jumped again and watched the beautiful, elegant courtesan writhe
and gasp against the bedpost. She was gorgeous, glamorous in a way I
could never pull off, and she seemed to be enjoying herself. But I had
no idea why men and women would want to subject themselves to this type
of public humiliation.
I felt someone large moved up behind me and I grounded myself and
fiddled with my black feathered ostrich mask as the gentleman performing
for the crowd landed yet another expertly-delivered blow against his
courtesan’s pert ass, a little bit below the first blow. I swore I could
feel the vibration of the caning in my own flesh, and there was a
slickness of the folds between my legs that made me uncomfortable. The
whole great room at the center of the Dollhouse smelled like sex and
roses. The hundreds of portraits and erotic photographs covering the
walls seem to look down upon the play with enormous approval.
The man standing behind me made a sound halfway between a snort and a
harrumph. I suddenly thought of that old Sesame Street song: One of
these things is not like the others. Could he sense I was one of those
things? That I didn’t belong here?
A new adult erotic novel set in The Dollhouse Society series.
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