Actually, it’s been out for about a week and I’ve been ridiculously bad at blogging about it. So, better a week late than actually never, let’s talk about this here anthology what I have edited and what contains 9 really nice stories like.
Spy Games: Thrilling Spy Erotica
Publisher: House of Erotica
Theme: Contemporary and historical spy thriller erotica
Buy links (ebook and PoD):
Amazon UK (Kindle edition: £3.99/Print: £6.99)
Amazon US (Kindle edition: $5.93/Print: £8.99)
All Romance e-Books ($5.99)
From the sunny streets of South Florida, to the bars of Paris, to the backstreets of Rome where a secret club for old spies lies hidden, Spy Games is a collection of nine tantalizing tales in which spies and detectives seduce and deduce in all corners of the world.
Edited by Jillian Boyd and featuring stories from the likes of Zak Jane Keir, Slave Nano, Emily L. Byrne and F. Leonora Solomon, Spy Games is filled with danger, desire and the thrill of sex and spying. Unleash your inner Mata Hari and devour this collection… should you choose to accept this mission, of course.
Table of contents
Introduction by the editor
The Sound of the Chime – Ashton Peal
Clean Lies – Anna Sky
A Great Conspiracy of Spies – Slave Nano
Harper – F. Leonora Solomon
Undercover Desires – Ria Restrepo
Lady Isidore’s Change of Heart – Zak Jane Keir
Playing with Mr. Rhymes – Ella Casias
Old Spies Club – Emily L. Byrne
Mid-Life Career Changes – Jessica Taylor
A short bit of nattering about the anthology
I’ve been enamoured with the James Bond franchise for… well, quite some time. I like to think that Pierce Brosnan, while in hindsight not the world’s greatest of Bonds, was one of the major instigators of my sexual awakening (him and his cunning linguism…). And after my first brush with the worldly ways and suave and killer charms of 007, I found myself inexplicably drawn to all kinds of spy and detective fiction. Spooks and its hard-hitting, gritty-as-fuck drama. Paul Verhoeven’s 2006 film Black Book, about a young Jewish woman who becomes a spy for the resistance in World War II. The Saint, Mission: Impossible (the films, mostly), La Femme Nikita (God, I loved that show, 24, J.J. Abrams’ Alias… the list goes on for a bit, really.
The three pieces of spy and detective fiction that came to mind when I was mulling over what I wanted this anthology to feel like were the more recent adaptations of the Sherlock Holmes books (Sherlock in the UK and Elementary in the US), the BBC series Luther, starring Idris Elba and – possibly the show which has had the most influence on me – Waking the Dead. And while the anthology might have stylistically turned out a bit different from that original idea, I reckon it turned out even better. The nine stories in this anthology are at turns sensual, funny, tense, thrilling and utterly, utterly filthy. Each of them have that little element in them which I was looking for, the style and pace of a genuine spy flick coupled with heaps of atmosphere and moments which will pebble your skin and make you shiver with arousal.
I’m very proud of this anthology and the authors included have delivered some stellar, original and breathtaking work. And it’s only fair that, because we all really want you to get your own copy of Spy Games: Thrilling Spy Erotica, that I treat you to a little sneak preview so you can read for yourself what kind of delights await you – delights which include an orgasm powered car, a secret club for old spies, a librarian with a dominant streak, a secret 16th century conspiracy and a secret agent posing as a hotel maid and getting herself caught in a very precarious situation…
Excerpt from Clean Lies by Anna Sky
“You’re a naughty little maid, aren’t you?” Ben’s soft tones sounded sexier than anything and Ciara wondered what he had in mind. “Perhaps you need a spanking,” he continued, “unless of course you have other rooms to attend to…?”
His voice trailed off, calm and controlled. Ciara realised that this was her get-out clause. She could walk out of the suite and he wouldn’t be offended as he’d offered her a chance to escape. All she then had to do was capture the data the next time he logged on, send it to her employer and that was it. A large amount of money would be deposited into her account.
Ciara stood demurely, eyes downcast and hands clasped behind her back; she’d made her decision – after all, it wasn’t every day that a sexy millionaire offered a spanking.
She shivered as she felt Ben circle around her, as a predator would circle its prey. He was so close she could feel the warmth from his body but he remained tantalisingly out of reach. He stood behind her and rested his hands on her hips. They felt broad, gripping her firmly, and a frisson of excitement shot through her entire body, radiating from where his fingertips made contact. A hint of citrus hit her nostrils, as he leant forwards to speak to her. His voice was low and quiet, his breath warm as it grazed her cheek. “I think a naughty maid like you needs punishing. Let’s get you over my knee…”
He pulled Ciara in a firm grip over to the dining area of the suite. He had hypnotised her with his voice and manner, and her arousal was unmistakable. Inside the tight outfit her nipples chafed against her bra, and she suddenly felt light-headed. Normally her decisions were rational, and here she was letting her groin rule her head and get her into a very surreal, yet very sexy situation.
The anticipation of the spanking made her press her thighs together to quell the pulsing sensation between her legs but there was no mistaking the wetness she knew was building. She waited with bated breath, the seconds ticking by agonisingly slowly as Ben pulled out a dining chair. Firmly and deliberately, he placed it on the floor in front of Ciara before sitting down and arranging himself.
Without words, he pulled Ciara roughly over his knee. She was taken by surprise at his strength and speed, and as she struggled with her balance on his legs, couldn’t help but let out a small yelp. “Enough of that,” he hissed, slapping her buttocks through her skirt. It didn’t hurt but she took it as a warning of what he expected from her.
“Sorry Sir,” Ciara replied contritely. “It won’t happen again.” She felt him position her over his knee. His thighs were hard and toned, pressing up into her groin, and her feet and hands barely touched the floor. One hand pressed down on the small of her back and she knew she was now held in place and couldn’t stand up without his consent. All the tension and adrenaline of changing the socket then getting caught flooded into her, and the swelling, pulsing sensation grew to a crescendo. She wriggled, trying to press down her groin against his thigh to gain some relief.
“And no moving either!” Ben’s hand came down again, this time harder and the pressure on her back increased, his fingers spread for maximum leverage. She felt each fingertip individually, holding her in place. Ciara’s head swam. Her nipples were hard, pushed against his steely thighs, and her pussy throbbed mercilessly. She forced herself to relax, took a few deep breaths, and steeled herself mentally for what was to come.
The first couple of spanks were easily bearable. He carefully controlled each one, sending only a mild reverberation through her buttocks. He covered the whole fleshy area of her bottom, down to the sensitive tops of her thighs in a steady tempo. Endorphin slowly oozed round Ciara’s system, and she relaxed, taking pleasure in her predicament.
Ben lifted up her skirt to reveal her skimpy thong, and she inwardly groaned at her choice of underwear. His intentions were obvious and there was little protection for her now. The next couple of blows were more difficult to take. He spanked harder and faster on her naked flesh, taking his time to strike the same area several times in exactly the same spot before moving on to the next. Each impact rippled through from where his hand struck, sending a wave of pleasure and pain coursing through to her pussy. Ciara knew that he’d see how turned on and wet she was, let alone smell her arousal. She felt hot and bruised but still wanted more.
He had other ideas though, massaging her rosy flesh and pushing the pain inwards. He pinched and rolled, sparks of pain shooting through Ciara, all ending in her swollen clit. She was on the edge of orgasm, every nerve ending on fire and she nearly cried out as his fingertips skimmed lightly across her panties.
The next moment she was roughly pulled to her feet and she felt Ben’s hand twisting deep into her hair. She struggled not to trip over her panties, which were still wrapped around her ankles. He led her over to the edge of the bed, and left her standing as he kicked off his shoes and hung his jacket on the back of a chair.
“Now, be a good little maid and finish undressing me.”
Ciara stood just in front of him and inhaled. The citrus scent from earlier was still present, and as she carefully unbuttoned his shirt it grew stronger, mixed with a faint smell of sweat and musk from his recent exertion. She ran her hands over his torso, the warm skin of his chest covered in smattering of hair. He had tightly defined abdominal muscles layered with just enough flesh to suggest a life of fine wine and dining. Leaning forward, she darted her tongue against him, tasting shower gel and perspiration, as she took in his scent again.
“Less of that.” The slight catch in Ben’s breath betrayed his words, but he quickly took charge again and held Ciara by her wrists, preventing her from moving towards him again.
“Now, do as you’re told and undress me.”
Ciara removed his shirt, admiring his well-toned back and his muscular arms. She folded the garment across the back of the nearby chair, staying in her role as maid. Turning back, she carefully unbuckled his belt and pulled, listening to the swish as it came out of the loops. The bulge in his trousers was unmistakable as he said in a low voice, “Perhaps I should have punished you with that instead.” Impatiently, he unzipped his fly and let his trousers fall to his ankles. In an easy movement he took them off, followed by his underwear.
Ben stood naked and commanding in front of Ciara, and she couldn’t help but look him up and down appraisingly. She grinned, feeling the familiar throb from earlier return to her pussy as she looked at his cock. It was obscenely erect, and she reached out her hand, wanting to feel its girth in her fist. He laughed and backed on to the bed, grabbed something from the nightstand and threw it at her. “You’re going to have to wait,” he berated teasingly. “Here, put this on me and come and thank me properly for your punishment.”
Ciara pulled the condom out of the pack he’d thrown at her and slowly unrolled it down his hard cock, squeezing and releasing her hand to tease him. She was rewarded with a low groan, and kicked her legs out of her underwear so she could give them what both they wanted.
She moved against him like a predator, straddling his wide and firm thighs. His chest was warm to her touch, and she pushed him backwards, one hand on each shoulder until he was fully laid back on the mattress. Ben grabbed her buttocks in his hands in return, roughly gripping the bruised flesh to pull Ciara into place, his cock just pushing into her vagina. He held her in place, his hands stopping her from sliding down. She moaned in frustration. All she wanted was relief from all the teasing he’d put her through. He bucked his hips and she felt herself expanding frustratingly slowly around his cock, before he relaxed back on to the bed. Despite her efforts to bear down, she was held firmly in place; he was not going to let her have her way.
He brought one hand round and brushed against her clit with his thumb. He circled it round and round, caressing with a feather-light touch. She felt herself turning to jelly, unable to do anything other than allow him to wind her tighter and tighter. The sensations made her clench against his cock as it dipped in and out, and as she tipped her head back to welcome her orgasm, he pulled her down hard onto his shaft. His cock filled her and she clamped around it as wave after wave of blissful contractions shuddered up and down her body.
Ciara collapsed forwards like a rag doll, exhausted by Ben’s ministrations, but he was not done with her. Rolling round across the huge bed, he flipped her onto her back and thrust deeply into her, pumping hard as he reached for his climax too. She reached round, digging her fingernails into his back, gripping on tightly as she came down from her own high. It spurred Ben on and he pushed a few last times before dropping himself down on her.
He lay heavily on top of Ciara, smelling of sweat and sex. She breathed deeply a few times, mentally fixing the moment in her head, until she heard the sounds of a trolley in the corridor outside the suite.