The Finer Points of Thievery Release
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dracoqueen22At last, it's here!
The Finer Points of Thievery is now ready for purchase!
At 38K words/88 pages, it's chock full of new material, including lots of scenes from Frost's POV. Click the image below to make it larger and get a fuller view of the beautiful cover as done by Feriowind.
Title: The Finer Points of Thievery
Series: War of the Animum/Prequel/Canon
Genre/Category: Epic fantasy, erotica, romance
Rating: M/NC-17/Mature -- You must be 18 years or older to purchase
Warning: explicit sex, foul language, use of sex toys, some D/s, light s&m
Description:
The town of Tawnry has little in the way of entertainment for a bored thief like Sleet. Every day is the same: grab breakfast, drink a little, steal a lot. From the moment his two friends and their brilliant idea that turned into a failed heist dropped Sleet off in this tiny town, he's been searching for a little something more to occupy his days.
Lucky or not, while browsing a packed festival, Sleet runs into a tasty mark that he can't let slide -- a mark with a valuable object and its questionable owner. Frost, self-proclaimed master thief, has the wits and skills to back up his boasting, and he takes a keen interest in Sleet. An interest that Sleet finds himself returning tenfold.
Excerpt:
Cost: $4.95 through Paypal
Link to purchase:
http://dracosdebauchery.tripod.com/id225.html
Reviews: Coming Soon!
Further Reading in the War of the Animum universe:
Forbidden Fruits at the Den of Debauchery
If you have any problems paying or getting the document or anything, feel free to post here or e-mail me at crya2evans@yahoo.com. I check my e-mail FREQUENTLY so you'll hear back from me within twenty-four hours (that is, providing there isn't a random internet outage or computer breakdown).
Thanks to everyone for your support! Keep an eye on my journal as, like with The Requiem of Janus, I will occasionally offer chances to win free copies of the revamped The Finer Points of Thievery.
Thanks again!
The Finer Points of Thievery is now ready for purchase!
At 38K words/88 pages, it's chock full of new material, including lots of scenes from Frost's POV. Click the image below to make it larger and get a fuller view of the beautiful cover as done by Feriowind.
Title: The Finer Points of Thievery
Series: War of the Animum/Prequel/Canon
Genre/Category: Epic fantasy, erotica, romance
Rating: M/NC-17/Mature -- You must be 18 years or older to purchase
Warning: explicit sex, foul language, use of sex toys, some D/s, light s&m
Description:
The town of Tawnry has little in the way of entertainment for a bored thief like Sleet. Every day is the same: grab breakfast, drink a little, steal a lot. From the moment his two friends and their brilliant idea that turned into a failed heist dropped Sleet off in this tiny town, he's been searching for a little something more to occupy his days.
Lucky or not, while browsing a packed festival, Sleet runs into a tasty mark that he can't let slide -- a mark with a valuable object and its questionable owner. Frost, self-proclaimed master thief, has the wits and skills to back up his boasting, and he takes a keen interest in Sleet. An interest that Sleet finds himself returning tenfold.
Excerpt:
“What the hell was in that stuff?” Sleet demanded, still sounding a bit groggy but wonderfully more lucid.
Frost’s lips twitched. “A concoction of my own design. And one I don’t plan on sharing any time soon.”
Those purple eyes narrowed as Sleet stared at him, wrists twitching in their confines before Sleet seemed to realize precisely what was going on. No doubt the last twenty minutes or so were little more than a blurry haze to him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Sleet growled.
“I have a proposition,” Frost said, dragging his free hand through his hair and trying to hide the anticipation that was curling through his body. “A night of pleasure, if you’ll allow me to do as I please.”
Sleet tugged on the bindings. “Why the hell would I do that? You drugged me or something, didn’t you bastard?”
“Or something,” Frost conceded, because a surly, annoyed Sleet was an attractive Sleet indeed. Frost rather liked the way fire burned in those purple eyes. “How else was I supposed to get you here without a fight?”
Snorting, Sleet’s sneer widened while his eyes shifted away. “You could have asked,” he retorted and pulled sharply at the bindings.
Which implied, in a rather large way, that Sleet would have said yes had Frost actually inquired. Interesting. A development Frost could not have expected. And to think, he could have saved himself such elaborate planning. But then, he might not have learned the hint about Bolstad and Sleet. Ah, decisions, decisions.
“Point taken,” Frost said and pointedly raked his gaze over Sleet’s half-clothed form, letting the strip of cloth unravel from his fingers so that it hung in the air noticeably. “Very well. Do I have your consent?”
Sleet glared at him, those purple eyes afire with annoyance, anger, and yes, quite a tasty bit of lust and curiosity as well. “Now you’re bothering to ask?”
Patiently, Frost cocked one brow, the strip of fabric swaying through the air hypnotically. “Do I have your consent?” he repeated, slower this time, each word enunciated.
An uncooperative Sleet was attractive in his own rights, but for what Frost had planned, things would go much easier if he could get Sleet to work with him rather than against him. Besides, part of the allure was in watching Sleet surrender to him out of desire, and not because Frost had forced him to do so.
He watched as Sleet’s eyes flicked to the blindfold and back to Frost, his wrists twitching in their bonds. Sleet’s tongue dragged over his lips before his eyelids shuttered and his head slumped back against the pillow, throat bared as though in complete submission.
“I consent,” Sleet said, in a ragged voice, as though the admission was torn from some deep, stubborn place inside of him.
Considering the state of Sleet’s cock, already rigid with arousal as it pressed against the confines of his leggings, it would be pretty pointless for him to deny the desire to let Frost do whatever he wanted. Yet, the obvious indecision etched into Sleet’s face was all too beautiful, all too delicious. Need twisted through Frost’s being and he moved forward, steps calculated in order not to show his eagerness.
Sleet’s body tensed as Frost moved around the edge of the bed, sensing Frost’s motions more than seeing him. And that slight apprehension made Frost’s blood heat with desire. Sleet was absolutely perfect for this kind of play. Stubborn to the point of resisting even his own pleasure, but always surrendering to it in the end.
Available formats: .pdf, .doc, .odtFrost’s lips twitched. “A concoction of my own design. And one I don’t plan on sharing any time soon.”
Those purple eyes narrowed as Sleet stared at him, wrists twitching in their confines before Sleet seemed to realize precisely what was going on. No doubt the last twenty minutes or so were little more than a blurry haze to him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Sleet growled.
“I have a proposition,” Frost said, dragging his free hand through his hair and trying to hide the anticipation that was curling through his body. “A night of pleasure, if you’ll allow me to do as I please.”
Sleet tugged on the bindings. “Why the hell would I do that? You drugged me or something, didn’t you bastard?”
“Or something,” Frost conceded, because a surly, annoyed Sleet was an attractive Sleet indeed. Frost rather liked the way fire burned in those purple eyes. “How else was I supposed to get you here without a fight?”
Snorting, Sleet’s sneer widened while his eyes shifted away. “You could have asked,” he retorted and pulled sharply at the bindings.
Which implied, in a rather large way, that Sleet would have said yes had Frost actually inquired. Interesting. A development Frost could not have expected. And to think, he could have saved himself such elaborate planning. But then, he might not have learned the hint about Bolstad and Sleet. Ah, decisions, decisions.
“Point taken,” Frost said and pointedly raked his gaze over Sleet’s half-clothed form, letting the strip of cloth unravel from his fingers so that it hung in the air noticeably. “Very well. Do I have your consent?”
Sleet glared at him, those purple eyes afire with annoyance, anger, and yes, quite a tasty bit of lust and curiosity as well. “Now you’re bothering to ask?”
Patiently, Frost cocked one brow, the strip of fabric swaying through the air hypnotically. “Do I have your consent?” he repeated, slower this time, each word enunciated.
An uncooperative Sleet was attractive in his own rights, but for what Frost had planned, things would go much easier if he could get Sleet to work with him rather than against him. Besides, part of the allure was in watching Sleet surrender to him out of desire, and not because Frost had forced him to do so.
He watched as Sleet’s eyes flicked to the blindfold and back to Frost, his wrists twitching in their bonds. Sleet’s tongue dragged over his lips before his eyelids shuttered and his head slumped back against the pillow, throat bared as though in complete submission.
“I consent,” Sleet said, in a ragged voice, as though the admission was torn from some deep, stubborn place inside of him.
Considering the state of Sleet’s cock, already rigid with arousal as it pressed against the confines of his leggings, it would be pretty pointless for him to deny the desire to let Frost do whatever he wanted. Yet, the obvious indecision etched into Sleet’s face was all too beautiful, all too delicious. Need twisted through Frost’s being and he moved forward, steps calculated in order not to show his eagerness.
Sleet’s body tensed as Frost moved around the edge of the bed, sensing Frost’s motions more than seeing him. And that slight apprehension made Frost’s blood heat with desire. Sleet was absolutely perfect for this kind of play. Stubborn to the point of resisting even his own pleasure, but always surrendering to it in the end.
Cost: $4.95 through Paypal
Link to purchase:
http://dracosdebauchery.tripod.com/id225.html
Reviews: Coming Soon!
Further Reading in the War of the Animum universe:
Forbidden Fruits at the Den of Debauchery
If you have any problems paying or getting the document or anything, feel free to post here or e-mail me at crya2evans@yahoo.com. I check my e-mail FREQUENTLY so you'll hear back from me within twenty-four hours (that is, providing there isn't a random internet outage or computer breakdown).
Thanks to everyone for your support! Keep an eye on my journal as, like with The Requiem of Janus, I will occasionally offer chances to win free copies of the revamped The Finer Points of Thievery.
Thanks again!
