Symphony Amore, A New Anthology
In less than a week Symphony Amore will be released and I can’t wait. The anthology of erotic stories features my short story, Beautiful Destruction.
I am unnecessarily excited for a couple of reasons that I am willing to share. But you will have to come closer if you want to hear them. Are you ready?
- I’ve never had a published story available in paperback, until now. That’s right you can buy Symphony Amore in paperback. See the buy links below.
- It’s set in a club with a stunning DJ on a night where anything can happen.
- My editor, who I don’t pay enough, said it was one of the best stories I’d written.
- It’s my first lesbian tale. It’s not my last though, I was working on another one this morning.
- I’m featured in several anthologies this year, this is the first to be released.
I wrote this story, which isn’t based on the exploits of my housemate who demanded to “proof” read it in case, because I love music and especially dancing in clubs. There is something erotic and heady about the mesmeric beats and mystery in the darkness of a club. I have memories from nights out, including being personally welcomed by the DJ when I walked into the club with the words, “You’re back! Will you come to my birthday party?” to the night I was motorboated by a stranger whose face I wouldn’t recognise if I saw it again.
But this story isn’t about my experiences it’s about Mila’s and what happens the night she hears her favourite song.
Will she be healed from the last six months of sadness?
Will she meet the creator of the song that has held huge significance in her life?
And what will happen when she comes face to face with the sexy yet mysterious DJ?
Find out More…
You’ll have to read the story to find out but first enjoy a teasing excerpt.
Symphony Amore is published by Sexy Little Pages and has been edited by the fantastic Jordan Monroe. The collection of nine stories, released on 19th September, features a broad spectrum of musicians from all sections of the orchestra and beyond. Immerse yourself in tale of conductors and concert-goers, romantic encounters and hard-hitting BDSM play, and embrace the diverse cast that you’ll meet.
Music truly is the universal language and these stories will give you hours of reading pleasure.
Occasionally, stringed instruments would raise their presence through the tune, demanding to be heard before being replaced by the punch of a drum. Each instrument garnered a different response and Mila felt herself bending seductively before bouncing to a climbing rhythm. In everything, her eyes never left the booth. She was performing before the musical creator, offering herself as a sacrifice to the DJ god.
Hands in the air, she gave all her body had left. Sweat dripped down her collarbone and beneath the silk of her grey t-shirt but it went ignored. Her thighs felt clammy beneath her leather skirt but it didn’t stop her writhing hips. Temporarily, she was conscious of a dampness higher than her thighs, covering her black thong, joining with the pulsating that manipulated her core. Nothing could satisfy this fire that burned inside her.
The strings rose once more and she realised she’d heard them before. It was one of the songs the string quartet had been asked to play at the wedding, the one they’d been tuning up for during the argument with Harriet.
Fuck, she needed to get out of there.