About the author:
Evelyn Ellis has had a passion for historical romance from an early age. She liked the spicy ones best, but they were never spiced in the right way to her taste, so she began writing her own. She particularly enjoys writing erotic short stories and novellas. The shorter format allows for deeper character examination over the course of a very hot erotic story. Her stories are all standalone shorter fiction with themes that explore taboo sexual subjects in time periods from Medieval to the Swinging Sixties with locations all over the world. Evelyn is retired, lives in the country with her long-suffering spouse who swears he is her inspiration.
What inspired you to write your book?
I had the idea of a club or a special safe house where people with socially unacceptable drives could find an outlet with other willing partners in role-playing. The story, the characters and how they are affected by their erotic encounter caught my imagination. The taboo sex is just the beginning.
Here is a short sample from the book:
HE PASSED the test and made it into the inner sanctum where he climbed the stairs to a long hallway. Tyrone gave him another key and a room number. Atticus peered at each door until he found the right one. He unlocked it and stepped inside.
When his eyes adjusted to gray, shadowy light he could see a girl standing next to a double bed. The bed had a fine net of some kind draped over it, like the mosquito netting soldiers hung over their cots when he was in Korea.
The girl’s hair was long and straight. She was wearing a belted dress with a full skirt and a sweater. Her hair was long and curled into a bob. She wore a black hair band to keep it off her face.
She sounded out of breath.
“I’m John. We—they matched us up. I’m your, ah, role-playing partner.”
“I know. We’re here for the same thing. I know what to do.”
Her voice was very soft. Almost a whisper. She cocked her head to one side in a manner that was disturbingly familiar to Atticus.
“What I want here is not real, you understand. I’m here because I want to fix it. Get it out of my system. I’m just warning you, I won’t be back after this.”
“All right.” She hovered uncertainly. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
Atticus was having trouble breathing or believing this was really happening. Slow down. Take it slow. They had the room for two hours. He took off raincoat and hung it on the hook behind the door.
“Undress for me, just as if you were getting ready for bed in your dorm room. Or—or—at home—” He swallowed hard. “You could be in your bedroom at home—whichever you prefer.”
“I’m in my bedroom at home.”
Atticus sat down on a hard chair in the corner to watch.
She removed her hair band and raked her fingers through to the roots, shaking it out. Then Jane took off the sweater and hung it over the radiator in the room. She kicked off her heels and pulled down her stockings.
Atticus bit his lips and rubbed his damp palms over his knees. Her legs were tanned and shapely.
Jane opened the belt on her dress and tugged at the zipper on her side. She pulled the dress off and tossed it carelessly to the radiator. She was wearing a half-slip and a strapless bra that cinched her waist. She opened the hooks in the back and the garment dropped to the floor. Atticus watched her young breasts bounce and jiggle as they were released.
He shouldn’t find her sexually desirable. He should look away. Leave.
“Can you see me all right?” she asked.
“Yes.” He barely croaked out the word.
Jane stepped out of her slip and removed her panties. She was naked. A taut, nubile, sexy young co-ed with a thirty-six inch bust, a nipped waist and long legs—a Playboy fantasy—every man’s dream fuck. He was hard as steel, imagining her in her bedroom at home. He comes home from work and opens her door to check on her….
“Daddy! You should knock first.”