Lips Like Ice
by Peggy Barnett
76,106 words; 226 pp
He calls himself the Prince. He is humanoid but not human–fascinating, sensual, at the cusp of maturity, and accustomed to getting what he wants. And Lydia has awoken in his world to find that she has been given to him–as a pet, a plaything, and, if he so desires, a lover.
As Lydia comes to realize that the Prince is as much a prisoner to his culture’s ways as she is, her resentment slowly unfurls into pity, understanding, curiosity, and a deep, unpredictable, consuming lust. She wants him too, on her own terms. But in a world fraught with hidden dangers, her terms are not open for discussion, not when their thirst for one another could doom them both. In a court where monarchs are obeyed and sexual hierarchies are strict, one wrong move could end the Prince for ever… and what would happen to Lydia then?
About the author: Peggy Barnett is the erotica pseudonym of a Toronto SF/F author. She rather enjoys the chance to wander off leash and be naughty, and hopes to add more titles to her growing shelf of erotica one day. Follow Peggy: http://peggybarnett.tumblr.com
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Happy 26th of December, loyal readers! Today is Boxing Day, which those of you in the Commonwealth countries will recognize as the day when tradespeople traditionally received gifts from their employers, and those of you in non-Commonwealth countries will recognize as a mysterious phrase that keeps occurring on your free gas station calendars for no apparent reason.
The small tokens given out on Boxing Day are known as ‘Christmas boxes’, which we here at Circlet thought was a smashing idea. So get yourself a 25% discount on a few of our favorite boxes — the lesbian-themed works One Saved To The Sea, Like A Trip Through The Mirror, and of course, the holiday classic Dyke The Halls — with the code NICELYWRAPPED.
edited by Linda Alvarez
Who can resist a smorgasbord of delicious holiday treats? Whether you are naughty or nice, these sexy lesbian stories with Christmas themes are much better than mistletoe.
edited by Kathleen Tudor
Five lesbian erotic love stories of magic and mystery. What will you find on the other side of the mirror? Love? Passion? A world upside down? Step up to the mirror, look deep into your own eyes (or those of your secret, mirror-world lover) and prepare to have your worldview completely shifted. The grass really is greener on the other side—and the sex is hotter, too.
by Catt Kingsgrave
In the Orkney Islands, seals shed their skins to dance on land. Lighthouse-keeper's daughter Mairead has watched the selkie girls secretly and longs to join them. But a selkie girl has been watching her, too. What wildness will the shapeshifter draw her into? One Saved to the Sea by Catt Kingsgrave will sweep you away to a past that never was, and into a love story just this side of impossible.
The Patience of a Present
By TammyJo Eckhart
“It is a good thing I like tight spaces,” he thought to himself, “or this damn box would be unbearable. My own choice – I’m the fool who decided he’d be a surprise Yule gift – but still, how much longer until Mistress Lydia gets home?” He adjusted his kneeling position.
Todd had gotten the box from work, from one of the new server racks that IT had installed this past week. When he saw the large boxes he knew he had to have one, and frankly the difficulty hadn’t been in getting it; the difficulty had been getting it home, taking a taxi instead of the usual subway. He’d made sure he’d had enough wrapping paper squirreled away, and to set it all up he’d used their storage closet in the complex basement that she never ventured down to. He’d used tissue paper of the same basic color as the wrapping paper to cover his breathing holes, and then today when Mistress had confirmed that she wouldn’t be back until after 6 pm, he’d decided to go for the surprise. Continue reading
The screech of metal against stone filled the dark, wooded halls of the Oak King’s palace. He stood at the grinding wheel, foot pumping, honing his blade. After so many thousands of years, the twining knots on the center were almost nonexistent, but if he held it just right, the moonlight would catch them, revealing the sword’s former glory.
The Exile Kite
by Peter Tupper
The guards led Shiloh in heavy, clanking chains down the corridor, lined with framed images from Before, bearing names that, generations ago, meant something: Ford, Google, Exxon, FEMA, USARMY. Now they were the revered past of a society that had no future. Continue reading
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Fellow Bostonians (and Somervillians, and Cantabrigiae Novae), have you found yourself sitting and musing, on this fine wintry afternoon, “Self, I’d love to go see the classic story of The Nutcracker this holiday season, but I can’t help thinking that there just aren’t enough tits in ballet.”?
Wonderful news! Someone has come up with a solution to this problem. The inimitable Sugar Dish, classically-trained ballerina and burlesque dancer extraordinaire, is once again producing The Slutcracker, the heartwarming tale of sweet Clara, the daring Drosselmeyer, and a magic dildo. The whip-cracking, pole-dancing, festive holiday Bacchanale runs at the Somerville Theater, including performances on XXX-Mas Eve and First Night.
We at Circlet Press sent out an envoy to deliver a large box of Christmas lesbians (in convenient paperback form) to the producer before the show opened. Get your tickets now to see what she’s done with them!
(I’ll be serving as an usher on December 20th and 24th. Come verify for yourself that we really do exist outside of the internet! — Arabella, the Porn Fairy)
by David Hubbard
Everyone expected the world to end with a bang: nuclear war, alien invaders, even zombies would’ve been fun. Instead, it was with a whimper; the smallest of sounds, really, a virus of all things. Dubbed the X1N1 virus, X for short, it was the most virulent strain of swine flu ever seen, and no one knew where it had come from or how it had become so lethal. I like to think it was just Darwinism at its finest. Survival of the fittest, and this time around humanity wasn’t all that fit. Almost the entire population had already become infected before the virus had even been identified and named. But X was a clever little bug; it didn’t always kill its host immediately. Sometimes it would just lay dormant: weeks, months, sometimes even longer. Like years, in my case. Continue reading
Porn Fairy: Hey, do you want to go to the Lit Roast with me?
Porn Fairy’s Housemate: I don’t know. What is it?
PF: A bunch of burlesquers and circus people, plus my boss, are getting together to make fun of books.
PFH: …yes. Yes, I do.
Come see the third Literary Roast, at OBERON (2 Arrow Street, Cambridge, MA) on Thursday, 12/18! Join an all-star roster of naughty librarians and dirty grammarians for a knock-down, drag-out celebration of books and authors — including Grand High Poobah of Circlet Press (and loyal Harry Potter fan), Cecilia Tan, taking J K Rowling down a peg or five. We never turn up to these things without a hostess gift of the adult persuasion, either, which the hosts say will be going home with a few lucky someones in the audience.
Turn up, take your chances, and leave with a whole new definition of “bookworm”.
Hello again, Boston locals! Just in case you’re not already having an ass-tacular winter, I’d like to tell you a little bit about a show going on tomorrow. Wednesday, December 17th. Hosted by the legendary Johnny Blazes, this 5th anniversary show provides the perfect rear-end to your burlesque year!
From their Facebook event page:
“The BUTTCRACKER – 5th ANALVERSARY SHOW!
December 17 at OBERON
When Madge of Honor and Johnny Blazes conceived of The Buttcracker, they never imagined there would be enough butt puns + ass imagery to stuff five shows full, but here we are: the 5TH ANALVERSARY ASSTRAVAGANZA! The holiday hole in Boston is in fact gaping enough to fit another clASSIc show. The Buttcracker truly is the gift that keeps on giving!”
I attended their show last year, and let me tell you, you never forget the first time you hear someone utter the phrase, “And the Glory of the LORD twerked around them.” And don’t miss your chance to win an assload of prizes! Yours truly, the hard working Porn Fairy of Circlet Press, will be dropping off some fine adult literature for Johnny and Madge to give out during the show.