Stories of Erotic Romance, Corsets, and an England That Never Was
Victoria Pond
Genre: erotica, erotic romance, steampunk romance, steampunk erotica, steampunk Regency
978-9886468-0-3 (ePub)
978-9886468-1-0 (MOBI)
Number of pages: 200
Word Count: 50,000
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
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Book Description:
A collection of erotic romance in the Age of Steam, featuring a Regency novella...
Cara St. Cross is determined to play at the highest-stakes poker club in all of Great Britain... even if getting in requires her to dress like a man. Stanley, Lord Greenhope, doesn’t truly believe that “Mister” St. Cross has had relations with his wife, but that doesn’t stop him from challenging the (wo)man to a duel.
In the early Age of Steam, duels are still legal, young ladies get kidnapped to Gretna Green, and only the villains seem to care whether Cara wins at the tables.
As well as the Regency novella, My Lady Gambler, this collection includes three short stories of Victorian-style steampunk erotica:
Miss Carlotta Stembridge crafts her own troupe of dancing automatons in “The Clockwork Dancers”. When she meets a flesh-and-blood dancer who steals her heart, she must fight society and her own creations if she wants to keep him in her life.
In “On the Curious Condition of the Anachronism in Modern Aviation Structures,” First Mate Jess Priory of the merchant airship Aer Nova offers passage to a handsome doctor. Lucky thing she did, since his skills come in handy when the ship is attacked!
The possibility of a time machine causes more problems than it solves in “Dorothea Franklin’s Marvelous Machine,” Thankfully, the inventor can console herself with the darkly sexy, powerful Sir George, Grand Master of the London Masons.
My Review:
I love to play poker, and I would love to be able to play in an old time saloon. Being a woman this would not have been allowed. This is why Cara has to dress like a man, including under the belt. This would be a good time to mention that this story is erotica and for adults. Cara is determined to keep her life as a gambling man, and in doing so has to fight in a duel. She lives only to lose her heart. Does she follow her heart or does she keep gambling? She also has people after her, like many gamblers do. What does she do at Gretna Green?
After reading this book, I am happy to read about gambling in the past, rather then living it!
There were also short stories included that I liked as well
About the Author :
Victoria Pond is a professional writer on projects ranging from video games to novels. She lives in Seattle with a husband and a cat, where she sings with a Celtic band and is working on the next novella in her steampunk erotica universe.
http://www.pondssecret.com
Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/VictoriaPond
Amazon Author Central – www.amazon.com/author/victoriapond
Award Winning Microfiction – Science Fiction Erotica
This story, which I’ve forcefully refrained from editing for re-release, won Circlet Press’s Valentine’s Day Microfiction Contest in 2008. The idea was to write a story, 1000 words or less, which explored the future of Valentine’s Day. In an erotic manner, of course. This was the story which launched me into writing erotica, and I want to share it with you.
Terran Export
by Victoria Pond, 2008
He could hear the chittering from the Ralakians who’d congregated on the upper left side of the arena, could make out the low hum of a language unintelligible to human ears from the Voksangs dead ahead. Excited energy bounced off every wall as his audience waited for him to enter the arena. Separated out by species, hundreds of thousands had turned up at Alpha Station for the performance.
No, not performance. For them, it was practically a religious ritual. A ritual no one else could perform. Only a human, and not just any human. Only Terrans could see the lines of love, the chords of compatibility. Only Terrans could visualize in this way and even then on only one day of the Terran calendar year.
Valentine’s Day. February 14th.
His assistant, Cindy, knew better, of course. Terran, human, and absolutely gorgeous, he’d contracted her to help with the show. Whoever had started this scam had set it in motion centuries ago, and while some of his planet-mates thought him worse than a charlatan for playing to the hysteria, Cindy was among those who shrugged and said, “Caveat alien.” The Romans would approve, even if Saint Valentine might not.
etc.... I omitted the rest because of content. :)
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