Blue Moon House: Slave by Angelica Dawson - Limited Time Price of $0.99!Will has no interest in women. He thinks them all animals to be trained, beaten. It doesn't take him long to discover his preference for men, but time and error reveal how wrong view toward women is. Before long, he is able to separate the way he treats women, which is still horrific, from the way he regards women, as fellow human beings.
How does a slave become an equal? What does it take for a young man to see women in a new light?
In the fourth installment of her Blue Moon House series, Angelica introduces Will, a slave boy from the early nineteenth century.
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Angelica Dawson is the author of Blue Moon House, which has been in the top ten best-selling titles at Naughty Nights Press for over six months. She has also written two short stories, “The Highest Bidder” and “Leave Taking” which were each included in anthologies.
She contributes flash fiction to several blogging collectives and excerpts from work in progress can also be found on her blog. She is active on Facebook and Twitter.
She has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards – mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.
Here is an excerpt from Slave:
He had just pulled back his own covers when Nicholas entered the room.
“I wanted to know how your evening went.”
Will thought his cheeks might burst from smiling. “Wonderful. Marvelous. Better than I imagined.”
“Good!” Nicholas boomed, hugging the boy.
“It did hurt,” he admitted.
“Oh, yes, your first time usually does. It eases as you stretch. The next time will be better.”
“His wife...she had a tool.” He didn’t know how to explain.
“Wooden?” Nicholas asked. Will nodded. “I can find you one. Even then, it’s a bit awkward to do on your own. I should have gotten you one before now. You might not have torn. May I see?” he asked, cupping one of Will’s ass cheeks.
With another man, or any woman, Will might have been embarrassed, but Nicholas had introduced him to all of this. Dropping his breeches, he bowed over his bed.
Nichols’ finger probed his still oily ass. He touched the point that burned and immediately withdrew his hand.
“I’ll be right back,” he promised, returning almost instantly with an ointment and a wooden dowel. Will toyed with the polished wood while Nicholas treated him.
“There. Should be fine in a day or two. Make sure you oil that,” he said, pointing. “Or you’ll do worse.”
“Is this how it is?”
Nicholas sat beside Will who was still stretched facedown on his bed, turning the fake penis in his hands. “How what is?”
“I will always be treading on another’s favor, entering his house. This...loving men, it’s not proper, is it?”
Nicholas sighed and ran his hand over Will’s head, squeezing the back of his neck. “No. The world values children, and that means men with women. This isn’t wrong, though. Please don’t think there is anything wrong with you.”
“I could never be happy with a woman. Even Missus Brandon couldn’t please me.”
Nicholas squeezed again. “For some, women don’t. Don’t be ashamed or afraid of what you are.”
“I’m not,” he said dropping the dowel on his covers. “I am...lonely.”
Nicholas' expression was sympathetic. “I’m sorry, Will. I’m sorry you can’t find another young man just like you. I’m sure you’ve been trying.”