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Come for a ride and discover equines that are bold and beautiful, helper and hinderer, dangerous and desired. There are horses being constructed on Mars, conjured in a magician’s laboratory or summoned by a spell. Some will aid their rider in getting the girl, and others are planning revenge. Editor Evey Brett has handpicked fantastical tales of horse and rider–stories both old and new that take the reader to distant lands, other worlds, and nightmare realms. Visit the past, the present and the future along with a number of memorable steeds, but be careful which mount you choose, for that pony may either help you find your true love or lure you to your doom…
Pleased to announce that the first installment for the story I wrote in the Paizo/Pathfinder RPG world is now live. It’s called Diamond in the Rough, and is about a courtesan from the famed Conservatory on the isle of Jalmeray, who gets a little more than he bargained for when he’s sent on a mission to a neighboring island. The next three installments will be up on consecutive Wednesdays. It’s also illustrated, which is pretty darn nifty.
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!