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Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Book Review: Beauty's Kingdom (Sleeping Beauty #4) by A.N. Roquelaure (pseudonym), Anne Rice

Beauty's Kingdom (Sleeping Beauty #4)
by A.N. Roquelaure (pseudonym), Anne Rice

Hardcover, 368 pages
April 21st 2015 by Viking

Mega-bestselling author Anne Rice, writing as A. N. Roquelaure, returns to the mysterious kingdom of Queen Eleanor in this new chapter of her Sleeping Beauty series. When the great queen is reported dead, Beauty and Laurent return to the kingdom they left twenty years before. Beauty agrees to take the throne, but she insists that all erotic servitude be voluntary. Countless eager princes, princesses, lords, ladies, and commoners journey to Beauty’s realm, where she and her husband usher in a new era of desire, longing, and ecstasy. Provocative and stirring, Rice’s imaginative retelling of the Sleeping Beauty myth will be adored by her longtime fans and new readers of erotica just discovering the novels.

This book is intended for mature audiences.

This is a review of the trilogy as well as Beauty's Kingdom

Sleeping Beauty Trilogy review
Until this year, I’d never read A.N. Roquelaure’s infamous Sleeping Beauty series. Sure, I’d heard via word of mouth that Anne Rice wrote an incredibly erotic fairy tale series under a pseudonym; however, I’d never taken the time to investigate. As an Anne Rice fan, I know how sensual her writing can be and when the opportunity to review Beauty’s Kingdom presented itself, I eagerly volunteered. And so, I embarked on a journey to binge-read the first three Beauty books, to prepare for my review of the fourth installment. I’d read erotica before, I was prepared, or so I thought.

Reading The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, Beauty’s Punishment, then Beauty’s Release in quick succession can be likened to eating a triple chocolate cheesecake in one sitting; it’s enjoyable and sinfully delicious, but in the end you’re likely to feel nauseous. I don’t fault the texts per se, but rather my process. When the books were re-released in recent years, they bore the tagline, “If you liked Fifty Shades of Grey, you’ll love the Sleeping Beauty Trilogy.” Rice herself evokes Fifty in her defensive preface to the new editions from 2012. I’d like to make something clear: Sleeping Beauty and Fifty are vastly different trilogies. They both chronicle BDSM sex, yes, but they are worlds apart. In order to enjoy the Beauty trilogy, one must be capable of transcending every preconceived notion one has about sexual relationships, preference and orientation, monogamy and methods. There were many times I struggled with this, but I endured.

The books chronicle the lives of naked pleasure slaves, who, for a predetermined term, serve in the kingdom and are subject to the whims and fancies of a multitude of masters. The goal is for pleasure slaves to learn the art of sexual pleasure, but to also learn humility and ultimate self-control. The minimalist plot in the Beauty trilogy is propelled by colourful characters and their graphic sexual encounters. Rice is endlessly creative in her descriptions of sex, sexual implements, and sexual participants. The language is poetic, rich and dense, kinda like cheesecake, and the sex is so outrageous, it needs to be carefully and slowly digested.

Beauty's Kingdom review
This brings me to the current installment, Beauty’s Kingdom. This fourth volume in the series can, in many ways, be set apart from the originating trilogy. It has been written over 20 years after Beauty’s Release and the realm has been reloaded, so to speak. Within the text, Queen Beauty and King Laurent have been asked to rule over Queen Elenor’s kingdom following a shipwreck that has left the queen and her son, the crowned prince, lost at sea. It has been 20 years since Beauty and Laurent were used as naked pleasure slaves and the request is both tantalizing and overwhelming. They agree to assume rule of the realm provided they are permitted to make crucial changes to the pleasure slave structure. These changes make this text far more palatable and acceptable for a mainstream readership. If Fifty-type readers are being marketed to for Rice’s new erotica, these changes were crucial. Many of the more problematic and troubling aspects of the original trilogy have been corrected through, well, political correctness. Rice reworks the realm to settle the mainstream reader’s nerves surrounding issues of age, feminism, ethnic diversity, and consent. As the text unfolds, Queen Beauty’s kingdom comes to represent a mature sexual utopia of perfect and beautiful democratic acceptance.

The newest installment was, for me, a more palatable sojourn into fantastic erotica. I found it less an exercise in challenging my own sexual mores and more an entertaining read. This book can be read as a standalone, I think, and, if you’re new to erotica or on the periphery, that’s exactly what I suggest. Rice does a good job of seamlessly recapping the past. The payoff in reading the first three books is that you are rewarded with closure in discovering what has befallen numerous intriguing characters. But there are new, equally formidable characters, like Lady Eva, who is a wonderfully fierce female heroine in this novel. So, if you plan to try this book, approach it like triple chocolate cheesecake; take it in slowly, one sliver at a time, and perhaps even share it with someone special.

4 sheep




Bianca Greenwood

About the Author:
Anne Rice (born Howard Allen Frances O'Brien) is a best-selling American author of gothic, supernatural, historical, erotica, and later religious themed books. Best known for The Vampire Chronicles, her prevailing thematical focus is on love, death, immortality, existentialism, and the human condition. She was married to poet Stan Rice for 41 years until his death in 2002. Her books have sold nearly 100 million copies, making her one of the most widely read authors in modern history.

She uses the pseudonym Anne Rampling for adult-themed fiction (i.e., erotica) and A.N. Roquelaure for fiction featuring sexually explicit sado-masochism.


Sunday, December 8, 2013

Sunday Swag: Eve Langlais


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About the Author:
Hello, my name is Eve. I'm a stay at home mom who works as a webmistress/customer service rep. In between juggling my three kids, hubby, and housework, I write romance--usually with werewolves or aliens lol.

Born in British Columbia, as a military brat, I have lived a little bit everywhere--Quebec, New Brunswick, Labrador, Virginia (USA) and finally, Ontario. My family and I currently live just outside Ottawa.

I love to write, and while I don't always know what my mind is going to come up with next, I can promise it will be fun, probably humorous and most of all romantic, because I love a HEA. 

Thanks so much for coming by and checking me out. If you'd like to know more, read some excerpts or find out what's coming next, then please visit me at www.EveLanglais.com


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Monday, July 8, 2013

Alpha Male Diner: Vampire created by Christina Phillips + giveaway

One of the most popular dishes served at the Alpha Male Diner is Vampire...Today Christina Phillips is cooking up her decadent dish Alexius from Bloodlust Denied. Don't deny yourself... take a bite!


His Grace, the Duke of Havenshire (aka Alexius) Vampire
Recipe by Christina Phillips


Take one cynical two thousand year old vampire, with hair of deepest midnight and glittering emerald eyes.
Stir with a dash of arrogance, season with angst and a fractured sense of honor.
Add a seething thirst for vengeance and an insatiable craving to possess the elusive Morana.
Marinade with timeless secrets, cursed immortality and an ancient pact with Death.
Sample at your own risk…



Taste Test
The refined garden square of St James faded into the distance, and the dank underbelly of London rolled over him like a fetid corpse. Whores called out to him, reached for him, their already dead eyes following him. But tonight they weren’t enough. Their polluted, weary blood offended his senses and revulsion skittered along his spine at the thought of slaking his hunger with any but the one he sought.

He turned into another dark alley, the stink of decay and despair wrapping around him in an unwelcome caress of death. But threaded through every beat of this misbegotten city her scent throbbed, rich, vibrant. Closer.

So close he could taste the sweetness, savor the texture, feel the thick luscious fluid as it pumped down his throat. Lust stirred deep in his groin, thickening his shaft and the haunting melody of a single violin scarcely penetrated the heavy thud of desire that pounded through his temples.

And then he saw her, captured in the flickering light of a single lantern. Long black hair cascaded down her back and slender arms arched above her head as her lithe body undulated to the exquisite strains of the violin.

She appeared oblivious to her captivated audience, and Alexius ignored the dozen or so drunken men gathered around her. They were of no consequence. This woman was his, and he intended to have her.

The intricate crescendo sank into his brain, pounding in tandem with escalating lust. The woman spun faster, heedless of the broken cobblestones, heedless of his deadly intent. Focused only on her own pleasure in the music, in the movement, in the sensuous cocoon she wove.

With dramatic flourish, the shadowy musician ended the solo, the final note echoing through the dark alley like the call from a lover long since forgotten. Yet still Alexius couldn’t move toward her, as if he was still enchanted by the magic eroticism of her dance.

She flung back her head, her wild hair framing her face, and looked directly at him. His heart, no longer a slumbering organ, slammed against his ribs, pulses escalating.

He hadn’t felt so alive in millennia.





Tired of the thin-blooded aristocrats in 1815 London, Alexius yearns for better sport. He is drawn to a dark-haired seductress who shows no fear and refuses to obey his commands. Entranced by such novelty, he denies his bloodlust and decides to keep her to warm his bed.

Immortal vampire hunter Morana has never mistaken her prey before, but the dark stranger mesmerizes her, enticing her to forget everything but the dangerous pleasure she finds in his arms.

Neither one can deny the pull of the other, but there is something beyond the lust—a recognition neither can put a name to. The past and present collide and unless they discover the truth behind the lies, Death will triumph once more.

Inside Scoop: Silk makes much softer shackles than iron, but is just as binding as our lovers engage in light BDSM sport with spanking and mild submission in this risqué Regency story
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About the Author:
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Christina Phillips has always loved things that go bump in the night and as a young teen was hooked on watching the old Hammer Horror movies on TV. While she doesn’t remember thinking vampires back then were hot and sexy, there was definitely a thread of naughtiness weaving its way through her overheated imagination. Necking took on a whole new meaning J

She loves writing dark tales of tortured vampires, alpha angels and demons and tough arsed warriors who are brought to their knees by their heroines. However, in real life if a vampire ever loomed from the shadows to do unspeakable things to her or a demon from the pit confronted her she would likely die of fright.
Christina lives in sunny Western Australia with her family. She is also owned by three cats who are convinced the universe revolves around their needs. They are not wrong.




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