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ISBN-13: 9781909520707
Publisher: Xcite Books
Publication date: 04/25/2013
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 71
Sales rank: 1,227,101
File size: 114 KB

About the Author

Gwennan Thomas has twenty years’ experience as a writer and editor in the book and magazine publishing business. Mentored by Xcite author and editor-in-chief Elizabeth Coldwell, she started out as a regular contributor to Erotic Stories magazine, and co-founded the Guild of Erotic Writers. She previously worked on the original Black Lace and Nexus imprints and joined Xcite as an editor in summer 2012.

Alex Jordaine is the UK’s leading Femdom writer and author of the highly acclaimed ‘Mistress’ series of novels. He has also been a regular contributor over a number of years to two iconic fetish magazines, ‘Secret’ and ‘Marquis’.

In all of Alex Jordaine’s ‘Mistress’ books sexy powerful women are firmly in charge. They control the pleasure and men are there to serve and obey them.

‘I thoroughly enjoy turning the usual stereotypes on their head in my writing,’ Alex says, ‘as well as exploring the psychology of submission, the joys and perils of the BDSM lifestyle, and the redemptive power of love. This last is worth mentioning because, although the books are full of graphic discipline, bondage and domination, they are essentially love stories.’

All the novels in the popular ongoing ‘Mistress’ series are published by Xcite Books and are ‘one-offs’, so they can be read in any order. Short stories by Alex Jordaine have been included in various collections of BDSM, gay, lesbian and general themed erotica, also all published by Xcite. 

Chloe Richmond lives in the south of England where she works in a call centre. Previously she worked for a televised adult phone-in channel that was very different (she wore less) but almost as repetitive as where she works now. She has recently sold her first short story Watch and Learn and hopes one day to be a full-time writer. She is twenty seven years old.

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Read an Excerpt

It was a clear night and a full moon was shining in a star-filled sky. The air was slightly cooler than it had been during the day and a light breeze was making the living room curtains move slightly against the French windows.

Peter was looking good. His handsome face was tanned a mahogany brown, as was the rest of him. He was dressed in loose-fitting denim cut-offs, a crisp white T‑shirt, and espadrilles. Standing at the bar that was set up near the fireplace, he moved to fix himself a Scotch. He unscrewed the bottle cap and poured out a decent measure into his glass, adding some ice.

He sipped his drink, ice cubes rattling, and thought about his wife. About how radiantly beautiful she was with her lustrous black hair, her high cheekbones, her large, dark eyes, and her wide, sensuous lips. And then there was that incredible body of hers: those full, ripe breasts, those jutting nipples, that narrow waist, those smooth, rounded hips, that hairless mons, those long, shapely legs.

Carol was so drop-dead gorgeous it was enough to blow your mind, Peter said to himself excitedly. And what was that luscious wife of his doing right now? She was out on the prowl, was the answer. She was picking up some hunk to have sex with – that he could watch without the guy even knowing he was there.

Or maybe she’d visit a lesbian club this time, bring back a girl. She didn’t do that often, it was true, but it was certainly not unknown. Just think of what Carol had got up to with that horny little redhead she’d brought home with her the other week back in London. His brain began to flood with the memory of what she and the flame-haired young woman had done, what he’d seen them do …


Peter had been in his usual position: standing on his side of the one-way mirror he and Carol had had installed in the room next to their bedroom. He was naked and ready, cock in hand. He was semi-hard and stiffened further within his fist as he watched his wife and the other woman pad into the bedroom. Both were barefoot but otherwise still dressed ­– if you could call it that.

As usual, Carol looked stunning, incredibly sexy. She was wearing a semi-transparent black blouse and a very short, tight skirt, in mauve leather. The other woman appeared to be in her early twenties, petite with short red hair and porcelain-perfect skin. She was clad in a body-hugging and almost obscenely short minidress, bottle-green in colour, which displayed to magnificent effect her slim but shapely figure. She had small, high breasts, her nipples stiff and sticking out against the thin fabric of her dress.

Carol suddenly grabbed the redhead in her arms and kissed her full on the lips. She responded by wrapping her arms around Carol and kissing her right back. Showtime, Peter said to himself salaciously, squeezing his cock, which was now rock hard, and beginning to pull it up and down slowly. Its veins pulsed beneath his fingertips as he worked his palm over it, pressing it, teasing it. He brought his hand up to the swelling of its head and back down again, continuing to pleasure himself deftly.

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