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Revenge of the Dixie Devil

Revenge of the Dixie Devil

by Sylvia Lowry

A collection of five historical erotic stories with mixed themes including m/f, bondage, BDSM, female domination, sex in public and voyeurism.

Revenge of the Dixie Devil by Sylvia Lowry

The American Civil War, 1865. As Sherman’s northern army rolls across the embattled south, an elusive Confederate spy and raider known as the ‘Dixie


A collection of five historical erotic stories with mixed themes including m/f, bondage, BDSM, female domination, sex in public and voyeurism.

Revenge of the Dixie Devil by Sylvia Lowry

The American Civil War, 1865. As Sherman’s northern army rolls across the embattled south, an elusive Confederate spy and raider known as the ‘Dixie Devil’ has plagued the Yankee invasion. In search of the notorious secret agent, a Union officer approaches an isolated manor house on the outskirts of Atlanta, where he meets a headstrong, independent southern belle who may have some knowledge of the mysterious criminal. She is willing to reveal her secrets – at an enticingly erotic price.

The Gift by Clarice Clique

When Asdern and Theodine married it was for political reasons to join their royal houses, but they quickly discovered a true affection for each other. The only possible blight on their happiness was the clash of their sexual desires. What solution can there be for a man and woman who both yearn for the other to dominate them? Theodine believes she can solve the problem by purchasing and training a slave to fulfil their conflicting needs. But can an unknown outlander really be trusted with their most private secrets?

Sex in Sin City by Chris Westlake

In the heat of 1930s Las Vegas, Virginia, a sweet and homely ranch owner’s daughter, secures a job cleaning in one of the casinos, and her eyes are opened to a completely new world full of lust and extravagance. A chance encounter shows that all is not how it seems, and the reality is so much more exciting. And when a worker from the Boulder Dam makes Virginia a proposition, her own blossoming desires depend on the roll of a ball.

Bed of Glass by Alexandra Thomas

While flat-hunting she walks into a bedroom with a bed of glass. It is amazingly special. Seven foot by seven with a canopy of twinkling glass, made by a carpenter from way back in the past. But the past still inhabits the bed and she sees flashes of the courtesan who ordered the bed for her master. And the same courtesan is not averse to helping today’s celibate woman find a new excitement in the same bed.

Pages From the Records of Doctor Helena Hopfl by Kin Fallon

Broken-hearted Doctor Helena Hopfl fled to her castle and pulled up the drawbridge a long time ago, swearing that no man would cross her moat again. Deep inside her isolated sanctuary she begins to feel life breaking through the cracks. Can she reawaken past pleasures creating her new project? Can her new project breathe life back into her?

These stories also appear in Past Pleasures published by Xcite Books.

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On the outskirts of Atlanta, I could hear Sherman’s army skirmishing with a valiant band of Confederate volunteers. A cloud of black smoke rose in the distance and then diffused as the sound of gunfire diminished, suggesting a brief recess from the heat of battle. Was it a sign of fleeting southern victory? After the hardships of 1864, it seemed hardly possible, but a passionate and intractable yearning for victory lingered in my heart as I observed the road from the portico of my house.

I saw the union officer approaching up my driveway, emerging from the black vapours of battle as a startling vision. Astride a magnificent stallion, he casually admired the oaks lining the driveway, his eyes turning to the stately porticoes of the house. The mansion had been eroded by gunshot and lack of care, but I was determined to remain stalwart; the mere presence of a trespassing enemy would not dispel my devotion to the Confederate cause. I raised my skirts, true to aristocratic form, and walked forward to greet him.

‘How goes the battle, Captain?’ I smiled, my lips betraying a defensive irony.

‘The rebels have dispersed, but are perhaps not defeated.’ He wiped his brow in frustration. ‘But we’ll soon rout them, in the name of Abe Lincoln and the glory of the Union.’

I crossed my arms, smiling politely in defiance. ‘I have little patience for Mr Lincoln, Jefferson Davis or conflict of any kind. I’m weary of the follies of this war.’

The Captain sighed and waved dismissively. ‘Yes, lady, we all seek an end to the needless conflict that occurs when a nation is divided against itself.’ He glanced about nervously as if anticipating an ambush, finally extracting a sheaf of papers from his coat. ‘I’ll get to the point. I’m seeking the Dixie Devil, a lowly Confederate spy and marauder. Have you seen him? He’s said to operate in these parts.’

I shook my head incredulously and laughed at the blunt announcement. ‘No, sir. I have never heard of this “Devil” and have no interest in such unrefined and violent personalities.’ My eyes turned to the papers in his hand. ‘And what are those documents, if I may ask? You must pardon a lady’s inquisitiveness.’

‘Plans, naturally, and maps. It’s a scheme to extricate the Dixie Devil from the face of this southern earth … But I reveal too much …’

I nodded. ‘Naturally, the documents of your trade do not interest a demure civilian lady. But as long as you’re here, let me show you some hospitality after your long ride. Some coffee, perhaps?’ Beckoning, I led the Captain to my kitchen where I poured him a cup of viscous java from a diminishing supply; beans were rare in the wake of the Yankee invasion. He immediately settled into a tenuous ease.

‘Ah, very good.’ Drinking indelicately, he stared with fatigue at the floor. ‘And you’re sure, my lady, that you have not seen the Dixie Devil?’

‘Of course not! And why does this question demand repeating?’ Sweating from the infernal heat of the kitchen, I began to loosen my corset, relishing a liberating sensation as my breasts were emancipated from their wicked constraint. As I sighed with indelicate pleasure, a capricious thought entered my mind. ‘But Captain, I’m now getting curious. This “Dixie Devil” sounds like quite a provocative figure. The name suggests an individual who is elusive … Almost phantasmal, no?’

He nodded and sipped his coffee. ‘Yes. He’s robber, a spy, and a scourge to the Union – but an undeniable will-o’-the-wisp, a very elusive quarry. During the battle of Wilson’s Creek, he managed to rob 15 men blind, seize a bag of union gold as well as Colonel’s Taggart’s maps. A superhuman feat …’

‘Yes, those are quite impressive achievements. But has anyone actually seen this “Devil”?’

‘No, my lady. Not exactly in the flesh.’

‘Fascinating.’ I paused in reflection, recognising that a delicious gambit was emerging. In the distance, I heard more desperate bursts of artillery, which impelled me to extend an impulsive offer. ‘I realise that perhaps I could help in your search, in my small way.’

‘Yes?’ He stared at me incredulously, stunned at his unexpected reversal of fortune.

I nodded. ‘There are some things I’d like you to do for me, Captain. In exchange, I may offer a little information if you do them well.’

‘Information about the Dixie Devil?’

‘Yes … Please come this way.’ I led him into the bedroom, and I found myself stranded gloriously between fear and arousal. ‘The Georgia heat is merciless, Captain; you’ll excuse me if lie down in the interest of health.’ I reclined on the bed, writhing coyly, enjoying the charged aura of the moment. I had always taken immense pleasure in the prelude to a seduction, but now I startled myself with the unexpected frisson of my pussy grinding into the bedsheets; I could feel my ass tremble as my clit swelled delectably.

Meet the Author

Elizabeth Coldwell joined Xcite Books in 2011. Formerly the editor of the UK edition of Forum magazine and co-founder of the Guild of Erotic Writers, she has been writing erotic fiction for over twenty years and her work has been widely published in the UK and US. She enjoys writing across the spectrum of erotica genres, from m/m space opera to girl/girl messy fun, vanilla to BDSM, paranormal to contemporary.

Clarice Clique has had stories featured in many anthologies, including several Xcite ones. Through her erotic writing she likes exploring relationships, the good, the bad and the beautifully beautiful. Her BDSM novel, Switch, focuses on the intimate love and trust between a sub and a dom. With her latest work, The Kindness of Strangers, she plays with the idea of what happens when couples experience the sexual intensity of a swingers weekend. When not writing, whatever it looks like she's doing on the outside, she's always thinking about writing. 

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