I’m happy to report that I have a story in the new anthology, Fifty Shades of Green, called “The Pulse of the Earth.” It’s through Greenwoman Publishing and is a fun, varied and delightful anthology of gardening-related erotica. Here’s the blurb, and the story about the “beautiful, blind priest” refers to mine, which is M/M.
Welcome to our garden of naughty delights! Within these pages you’ll discover:
- A community garden’s secret (and very dirty) fertility ritual.
- An Edwardian dominatrix living out her sadistic garden fantasies.
- Student/teacher lessons in horticultural hotness.
- Young lovers seeking the help of green witches.
- A beautiful, blind priest who helps an injured traveler.
. . . and so much more.
Peek inside the garden gate.
(You know you want to.)
A dozen racy tales await.
Fifty Shades of Green is a collection of twelve delicious short stories. It’s hotter than the hottest pepper on the Scoville index of heat. And smart, not smutty. Well . . . maybe a little smutty.
**This book is for adults only!**
I’m excited to say that I have a story in this nifty Femme Dom collection from Lethe Press. Now available! (E-book version coming soon!)
The anthology includes:
Noir by Valerie Alexander
The Nose Art Gal by Mary Tintagel
Uncharted Territory by Evan Mora
Grace: Under Pressure by D. L. King
The Bullwhip and the Bull Rider by Sacchi Green
Demo Model by Rachel Kramer Bussel
Too Old for This by Giselle Renarde
The Dame by Styx St. John
Triptych by Lula Lisbon
Angel on Fire by Jessica Lennox
Mares in Heat by Evey Brett
Tears from Heaven by Jean Roberta
Bleed by Teresa Noelle Roberts
Evelyn Gets Ready by Annabeth Leong
Anger Management by Beth Wylde
Garden Party by Karen Taylor
Prima by Katya Harris
The Ride by Kathleen Delaney-Adams
Stretch by Kathleen Tudor
Silvia by River Light
I’ve just released an M/M historical BDSM short story called Master Tutor available now for Kindle. Only .99!
After being raised with the strictest of educations, Frederick Darrow can’t understand why he’s unable to succeed in the university classes his handsome tutor, Evans, had so carefully prepared him for. Despondent, he returns to his family estate in the hopes of finding a solution for his poor performance. Evans is only too glad to help, but now that Frederick has grown, Evans decides it’s time for a lesson of a different sort. With passions aroused, Frederick finds out what he really needs to succeed…and it isn’t being the master.
Alas, my longtime webpage–orossy.com–has gone kaput, so my alter ego, Nica Berry will be making her home here from now on. This also means that any email ending in orossy.com will bounce, so if you need to contact me as Evey or Nica, please use my gmail, tncastleberry.
And in cheerier news, the latest book in my Lipizzan and incubi series will be out on 4/29 from Loose Id. Hooray!
Presenting Saints and Madmen, a Gothic M/M/M from Amber Allure, an Amber Quill imprint. Available today at a new release discount for only $3.90!
When tragedy leaves his family nears destitution, farm boy Cadmon—named after the famed saint and poet—has no choice but to accept a position with Lord Vance, the so-called Mad Lord of Whitby, posing for paintings…nude.
After contracting an illness during his travels, Lord Vance was left both impotent and prey to fits of madness, and now lives vicariously through painting handsome subjects. Cadmon is shy at first, but his affection for his lordship quickly grows and he regales his master with tales of erotic, recurring dreams.
Lord Vance’s servant Tamar, a handsome Batavian slave gifted in the healing arts, attempts to hide the enormity of his master’s affliction until the night Cadmon stumbles onto the truth linking his dreams and Lord Vance’s madness. Passion flares between the three of them but is shattered when Cadmon discovers he was hired under false pretenses.
Heartbroken, Cadmon seeks refuge in the ruins of Whitby Abbey. There, haunted by the memories of both saints and madmen, he must find the strength to offer his body and risk his sanity to save the men he loves.
Tamar rapped upon an ornate wooden door, and after a muffled, “Enter,” we went into a study no less opulent than the rest of the house. The only difference was a bright fire which served to heat the room quite well.
A dark-haired man was seated at the mahogany desk, bent over as he wrote. Tamar bowed. “Lord Vance, this is Cadmon, the boy who was recommended to us.”
His lordship raised his head to show a neatly-trimmed beard and piercing brown eyes. He was younger than I’d expected, perhaps thirty or thirty-five, wearing a suit tailored perfectly to fit his muscular frame.
Recognition struck me, though from where or when I knew his lordship I did not know. The reaction was visceral and went straight to my cock. My body yearned for his as though we’d been lovers for years. I let out a gasp, stunned into forgetting the common courtesies of greeting a lord.
He stared at me with the same surprise. I saw it in his eyes, a brief glimmer of familiarity before he covered it over with annoyance. “Something wrong, boy?” He didn’t sound pleased.
“N-No, my lord. I—thank you for agreeing to see me.” I bowed, fervently hoping he would take my bad behavior for nervousness rather than shock. Tamar gazed at me, expression neutral, but I was certain he suspected something behind my response.
“I haven’t seen anything yet. Show me yourself.” Imperiously, he waved his hand.
I took a deep breath before I let the silk slide from my shoulders. Tamar took the robe, probably as much to keep it from the floor as to prevent me from using it to cover myself.
“You’ve inspected him, Tamar?”
Tamar bowed. “Yes, my lord. I have found him suitable.”
He made no mention of his intimate examination or causing me to spend not once but twice, which seemed to go far beyond anyone’s idea of peculiar. However, he had not been cruel or forceful. Truth be told, I’d enjoyed myself. If he expected favors like during my employment, I could deal with it.
“Good.” His lordship pushed back from the desk, then rose to circle me much as Tamar had. I didn’t dare to move as he gazed at me. His fingers dug into my spine. “Stand up, boy. There. Be proud of yourself. If you’re not, act like it.”
I straightened, determined not to let his lordship consider me a weakling or coward.
“Better.” He stopped in front of me and crooked a finger beneath my chin. He turned my head this way and that before finally nodding. “You will notice that I have no women here. I do not hate them, if that’s what you’re thinking. They simply do not suit my way of life. I do not enjoy having them around and most would be appalled by the life I choose to lead. There will be times I will require you to sit for me while I paint. There are also tasks usually performed by women that need doing. Scrubbing, cleaning, errands and such. Those will be your chores in order to earn your room and board. If you object, you may leave.”
“I do not object, sir.” Besides, I needed the money too badly. I’d taken on such feminine duties while Niall and Papa had been ill and Mama busy trying to earn us a living with her mending. While letting a man paint my naked body was not the life I had envisioned, it seemed a luxury compared to the backbreaking work alongside Papa or laboring amongst crowds on the docks or in the mines.
So excited to see Lipizzans featured on PBS in one of their nature programs, Legendary White Stallions. Carrma’s grandparents came from Austria, so no doubt she has a few cousins over there.
Alas, I haven’t watched it, since I don’t have TV or internet at home and can’t stream anything at work. I’ll have to wait for the DVD. But from the buzz on the Lipizzan groups, it’s a wonderful way to feature the horses we love so much.
From the description on the site:
“The striking white Lipizzaner stallions of the famed Spanish Riding School in Vienna have been thrilling audiences for centuries. During the winter public performance season, the horses execute breathtaking displays of carefully choreographed and synchronized movements known as high classical dressage. The riding school’s success relies on the strong bonds the animals establish with their riders during years of training; Lipizzaner stallions go through a minimum of six years of practice and preparation before performing publicly. Legendary White Stallions explores how Lipizzaners have developed from horses bred for war in the rugged Atlas Mountains of North Africa into living works of art capturing the hearts of millions in a world-famous court of kings. “Legendary White Stallions” premieres Wednesday, May 1 at 8/7 check local listings).”
My girl is twenty-six years young today and looking better than ever. And, yes, she’s getting presents; a new fly mask and a rubber curry brush and apples. And attention. And she deserves all that and more.
Here’s a video I made of the two of us for her birthday; enjoy!
F/M/M BDSM Paranormal Romance
Eliana’s never asked for help in her life and doesn’t want to start now, but when she’s attacked by an incubus and saved by Kon, a gifted healer too beautiful to be real, she’s too hurting and hungry to refuse. Kon offers to help her in her search to find her Lakota father’s family, and Eliana reluctantly agrees to let him and his half-incubus partner, Dane, drive her north.
The trip gets interesting when Eliana witnesses Dane spanking a willing, naked Kon. Wounded physically and emotionally, Eliana had given up on the idea of ever enjoying sex, but seeing the two of them–and having erotic dreams–makes her yearn to give Kon the pain he craves. Dane agrees to share his lover and teach her the art of domination–but then she finds out Kon has been keeping a devastating secret, one that will put their lives at risk.
Hurt and furious, Eliana leaves and is determined to forget Kon and Dane completely. Though when Dane brings word that Kon is deathly ill and asking for her, Eliana must find the courage to do what she’s never done before–fall in love. Twice.
Out today from Loose Id:
(A levade is one of the “airs above the ground” Lipizzans are known for. It’s a position which requires a gread deal of control in which the horse stands on its hind legs at a 30 degree angle. For an example of a levade in action, check out this brief clip. )
Levade, an M/M (with a little M/F) paranormal romance from Loose Id. $7.99
Felipe’s world is shattered when he receives word his lover Lukas is dead, presumably swept away at sea. Grieving, he struggles to control the psychic gifts he was born with and trains to become a Warden—someone who hunts incubi and protects their sexually voracious half-human offspring. Despite erotic temptation and misadventure, Felipe never loses hope of reuniting with the man he truly loves.
Aided by Lukas’s herd of Lipizzans, Felipe learns that Lukas is alive and initiates a rescue. Their reunion does not go well. Lukas can’t remember Felipe nor can he answer questions about where he’s been. Despite Felipe’s repeated seduction attempts, Lukas’s condition deteriorates until he’s more horse than man.
Heartbroken, Felipe is afraid that unless Lukas can come to terms with the devastating truth of who—and what—he is their love will be lost forever.
Visit the blog of my good friend Jessica Freely for a chance to win a copy of Levade and its prequel, Capriole!