Monday, October 7, 2013

Forthcoming: The First Notebook of Emily Orn Wilkes

I have no idea whether this will actually please readers, but I think it's worth a try: in ten days or so I'm going to release The First Notebook of Emily Orn Wilkes, Secret Countess of Wessulk, which is a compilation of the Victorian narrative that's been scattered through books 21-25 of EXPLORATIONS. The danger is of course in angering anyone who happens to buy something he or she already bought but, frankly, there aren't that many possible such people, and I hope the warning labels will save them the inconvenience.

Here's an excerpt; the blurb reveal follows!
My interlocutor smiled. “Would you care to guess, Miss Orn, as to the nature of my stock-in-trade?” She was clearly deriving some degree of amusement from my hesitation. 
At that moment I blushed, though I could hardly tell why. It did not make me happy to be put out of countenance by someone who was clearly a trades-person, however elegant her address, townhouse, furniture, or clothing, but that irritation could not have been responsible for my sudden embarrassment; I can only attribute it to some tiny, unknowing inkling of what was now about to befall me. Rather haughtily, I replied, “I should guess, I suppose, that you are in business procuring the latest French fashions in evening wear.” 
“Well, Miss Orn, you are not so far off, really,” Mrs. Smith replied. I smiled triumphantly. 
She continued, “The most important part of my business is in supplying bridal garments. But you have, I fear, not guessed correctly the nature of the garments for which you are here to be fitted. The clothes in which I deal are rather—let me be delicate with you, since your refinement is so obvious—more intimate.” 
I blushed again at that, but I considered myself a modern girl, and I replied as brazenly as I could, “Oh, Edmund desires me in something naughty! My goodness, he might have told me himself—I’m far more knowledgeable than he thinks, I’m sure.” 
For a moment Mrs. Smith appeared to be having difficulty repressing a smile. I had however at the same time the sense that her gestures were so far under her control that she might have been purposely letting me see that she was repressing the smile. I received at that moment a fleeting impression that I was in the presence of great personal power—a power that knew its potentialities, and its limits, so well that it could fairly be called, within its own ambit, Absolute.
And the blurb (buy the book here!):

Mrs. Smith was suddenly very matter-of-fact. "Very well, Miss Orn. It is my custom to test a new girl’s obedience immediately. Stand up, if you please, and allow me to assist you in removing your clothing. In order that there be no false pretense here, let me warn you that you will be required to remove every garment, including your chemise."  
My conscious mind now rose in open rebellion against the impulse that had had me give my word. How could I obey her? Why had I given my word to do so? Had I had any inkling she would ask such a thing?  
NOTE: This book comprises material previously published in the following books: Emily, Victorian Bride; Emily in the School for Wives; Emily Undressed; Emily's Bath; Emily's Morning; and EXPLORATIONS: Books 21-24. I here present it as a continuous story and without the intrusion of the modern narrative of my fantasy-tale, for readers who might be more interested in this Victorian material.  
In this notebook, imagined as passed down to me from my great-great-grandmother, Emily Orn tells the story of her first initiation into a great drama of BDSM in Victorian England. Under the tutelage of Mrs. Smith, trainer of submissive brides, she learns to know and to love her craving for shameful degradation and erotic submission.   
This book of EXPLORATIONS contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, ff, Ff, spanking, mild watersports. It's intended for over-18 audiences who, like me, are interested in exploring the lines between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, and fantasy and reality. All characters depicted are consenting adults.


  1. Here's hoping that people read the warnings, notes! I kind of miss my days of 16-paragraph all caps warnings. I think I still have a few of them up somewhere. Lots of exclamation points, too. Asterisks. Bold. And still I get the occasional, "Not what I expected" one-star. Heh.

    1. I think, at a liberal guess, we're talking about a disgruntled population of perhaps 20. I decided it was worth the risk. ;)