ONYX

If you enjoy Victorian erotica, dominance and submission, a servant and her mistress learning the joys of female touch, and a soundly spanked bottom setting off fireworks, this novella delivers the goods. Told in the first person from young servant Charlotte's point of view, we get a peek into the not-so-stuffy lives of the nobility from the servants' quarters.

I’ve got a big...ego and an even bigger bank account. That’s pretty much where my bio ends. I don’t need to say anything else. I’ve just sold 99% of women on going home with me. Do I sound like a jerk to you? That’s because I am. It works for me just fine. Or at least it did. Until I met her. Books talk about sparks flying. Screw that. With her, it was like emergency flares mixed with jet fuel. Or maybe just straight up napalm. Only one problem. She wouldn’t tell me her name or her number when she disappeared from the hotel room after the hottest night of my life.