She slipped her fingers through her hair undoing the braid held high atop her head. The ebony strands fell, cascading down her shoulders and against her bare back, tickling her soft, smooth, olive skin. Outside were the gardens and Gabrielle knew he would be there, with her. She knew he would have her on her knees in no time, subservient as she was. Gabrielle also knew that the interest in him which had sparked for her wo...

Astrid looked across the room at her son illuminated by the fire but obscured by the mist of its smoke. She hoped he wouldn’t wake up and wonder what his parents were doing on the straw mattress opposite. Not that he wasn’t used to the lovemaking Thorvald and she enjoyed together, especially after the long night of feasting that led to this moment of passion. It never bothered Thorvald, of course. And it certainly wouldn’...

Chapter One The first time he saved Virginia it was by chance. The clicking of heels against the cobblestone punctuated the whir of automobiles and the screech of the cable car coming to a halt. She passed by windows draped with yards of lace and gentlemen’s suits, and skirted around the outreached arms of vendors hawking their wares. She saw none of this. Not the man who raised the oyster to his lips and extended it for...

The oars struck the water in unison and with a monstrous heave were pulled up and out and propelled the ship forward. In time to the rhythm beaten out on the huge oxhide drum, the rowers once again followed the same cycle that ensured that even when the wind was low the business of sea-trade continued. Chitineus watched the merchant ship with fascination as it sailed out of the harbour. Just as the tool of the musician wa...

He slid off the back of his horse and landed in the dirt. His cloak swirled around his boots. From her vantage point she could not see his face. But she understood from the way he moved and the controlled power with which he guided his horse that he would be difficult to take down.She shrank deeper into the shadows to observe him. He was tall. Taller than Bryn, who came out of the stable to take the big horse in for the n...

It was patently evident to Colonel Nesmith Norman what the nawab was so clumsily suggesting. The pretty girl who was being presented to him and who was one of the nawab’s many daughters borne to him no doubt by one of his many wives was fully at Colonel Norman’s disposal should he so desire. This had become one of the many acknowledged perquisites in a career in Her Majesty’s Services Overseas, particularly to be expected...

The legionnaire was very hairy. The hair on his broad back was long enough for Diana to get her fingers tangled right inside. But at least he spoke Greek. Of a sort. Not like the Roman centurion who’d fucked Diana for so long just a couple of hours ago. He’d spoken Vulgar Latin and some words of Aramaic from where he’d been stationed before being relocated to Smyrna. But even though she could hardly understand half what h...

In 1800 Maria and I were summonsed to Mistress Pickles. Jenkins, dressed in her customary Butler’s attire led us and stood in the corner as the Mistress bade us sit, then offered us sherry wine. We accepted and Jenkins served us most deferentially, offering us small glasses of the dry, Fino wine the Mistress favoured. ‘I have been discussing your future with Maria,’ she said to me and I felt a sudden fear that perhaps I w...

Once up a time there lived a pirate by the name of Long John Thomas. A bloodthirsty fiend who terrorised the kingdom of Albion, he sailed the seven seas on his trusty galleon the Randy Badger. Any man who dared to take to the sea would find themselves on the end of his sword and any woman who dared to take to the sea would find herself on the end of his cock. This is the story of how Long John Thomas humped the oldest dau...

Jonna looked around the strange room her father had left her in. The room was small and dark with dim lighting from a small window. The dank musty smell began to succumb to her as the door abruptly opened; a heavily armor-clad man quickly entered. Jonna stood frozen in the corner of the room, watching as the man shook out his honey brown hair before advancing towards a cabinet. Having not noticed her, he squatted down to...

PrologueTHOUGHTS The king should have the biggest cocksword. It was a simple, well-reasoned conclusion maiden Reina reached while contemplating her good fortune at having been chosen the King’s bed maiden. If ever there were a reason to make a man king, this should surely be it. It made sense. A king should be a man among men. A king should be the strongest of men; the most virile; the bravest; the most well-endowed. How...

Carrying a bowl of figs on his fingertips, Mikha'El strutted up the palace's columned hallways with his chest raised and a grin stretched across his black-beaded face. His sandy-brown arms, bulging with muscles, gleamed from the oils he had smeared to polish them. Ever since he earned himself the rank of house slave, taking him away from the sweltering and scarring toil of brick-making, he bubbled with gratitude. Not only...