Was #Sherlock #Holmes always popular? (@MFRW_ORG #MFRWAuthor #erotica #Victorianerotica)

Why do people love Holmes? 

I will readily admit that I am a Sherlock Holmes fan. No, a fanatic.

Taken the Goodreads quiz on Holmes? Try it—I got 100% (grinning). I thought it was (ahem) elementary.

https://www.goodreads.com/quizzes/results?id=6

But why do people love Holmes? 

The character wasn’t initially popular. According to Wikipedia, A Study in Scarlet and The Sign of the Four (its first title) didn’t sell well. The short stories, first

published by The Strand magazine, were the works that ignited the public’s imagination. The first, A Scandal in Bohemia, was published in 1891.

I know why I love Holmes—I’m a sapiensexual. I’m turned on by brains. I’m literally repelled by men who mix up well and good or who don’t hold their cutlery correctly. (A great face, cute smile and buffed bod are also important, along with a sweet soul).

These days, we love hot heroes with brains as well as flaws. Sherlock is complex. He has a lightning-fast wit but the emotional I.Q. of a boulder. He’s interesting. The reigning Holmes, BBC’s Sherlock, describes himself as a “high-functioning sociopath.” I’d add, with a touch of Asperger’s.

Upon publication, however, Sherlock appeared in a very different world.

In 1888, a serial killer started a rampage in an area of London still called Whitechapel. We do not know the number of murders committed by Jack the Ripper. Five brutal killings are apparently linked, but as many as six more could have been the work of the same slayer.

The number, frequency, and brutality of the homicides terrorized London even after they ended in 1891. Unhappy with official efforts to catch the killer, citizens formed the Whitechapel Vigilance Committee and walked the streets searching for suspects.  Police received hundreds of letters purporting to contain leads, most of which were useless. Though serial killers have appeared throughout human history, the Ripper was the first to ignite a media frenzy (Wikipedia).

People cling to certainty in an uncertain world. To a city gripped by dread, the cool, calm, logical Holmes, a detective who unerringly solved every case, was an inspirational hero bringing comfort in a frightening world.

My version of Holmes, from Sherlock’s Scandal, isn’t so cool, calm, and logical. Here’s a spanky snippet to pique your interest:

A quick thrust and he was embedded in my pussey, strong hands clasping my aching rear, holding me in place as he plowed. The spanking began again and I screamed as I peaked, waves of pleasure engulfing me. My knees buckled and I sprawled limply on the bed.

But Sherlock was nowhere near a climax. I could feel his hard cock, undiminished in size, pumping steadily in and out. A slight squishy sound accompanied his thrusts, for I was very open, almost loose, wetter than I had ever been except in a bath.

He leaned over me and I felt his nearness, his heat as he whispered in my ear, “My dear, do you mind if I…if I try a tighter place?”

All Romance Ebooks has the best price for this short story—here’s a link:

http://www.tinyurl.com/ARE-Sherlock

Hope you enjoy it! I truly loved writing it.

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Sherlock's Hottest Night ~Suz deMello (@MFRW_ORG, #MFRWAuthor, #Sherlock #spanking)

I'm delighted to participate in an excellent blog hop with fabulous prizes. Not only will each author give something away, but the overall hop has four great gifts:

~A Kindle Fire donated by Blushing Books
~ A $100 gift card to either Amazon or B&N
~ A $50 GC
~A $25 GC

All you have to do to enter is leave a comment at any author's blog to get one of the overall prizes, but to get a free ebook from me, you have to answer the following question:

What is the English vice?

Where's the answer, you ask? Somewhere on this blog (duh).

So if you ever wondered about British kink, read on!

We banged against each other hard, wildly, with no rhythm, but frantically, mindless animals seeking completion. My breath came in grunts and pants, and Sherlock’s chest heaved against me as I jerked and bucked. We slid against each other, slippery with sweat before he grabbed my wrists and pinned them high against the headboard. He began to ride me in earnest, with a steadiness that drew me into his rhythm. When we were moving in tandem he released my wrists and dropped his head to kiss my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside when his rod reached deep.

He reached for my legs, drawing them high and setting my ankles on his shoulders before slapping my ass-cheek in cadence with his thrusts. I tore my lips away from his and gasped, “Sherlock!”

He laughed. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, but—“

“But what?” He pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my belly, spanking me again on my available bum.

“But…” I knew that the English had a predilection for spanking their women. In fact,

caning was known as the English vice, but I had never before encountered it, and I was not sure I wanted to.

I squirmed away, and he pursued, shoving a pillow beneath my hips and pinning me down with one strong arm over my low back. He caressed my buttocks, focusing on the spots he’d already slapped.

I loved his touch. I stopped squirming.

“How do you feel?” His voice was low and intimate.

“Uh, uh, I, uh…”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“It did sting a little.”

“But it’s all right now, isn’t it?” His fingertips stroked my sensitized skin.

“Y-yes.”

He palmed my bottom, then spanked me again. I sucked in a breath, close to tears. I wasn’t about to cry from the pain, which was slight, but the experience was so unsettling… I felt that I was on some sort of border. I could step over into an unknown country, or stay within what was comfortable. I knew that Sherlock would stop if I asked, but did I want to ask?

A lot more happened during Sherlock's hottest, sexiest night, but you'll have to read the story to find out!

Rememberr: this is a blog hop. Find other authors' sexy snippets here:

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A Sherlockian Sunday Snog (#Sherlock @MFRW_ORG #kindle #kindleuk)

I haven't posted a Sunday Snog for a loooong while--not since Wordpress closed down Fearless, Fast-paced Fiction, my previous writing blog. No matter--I really love The Velvet Lair, and I'm happy to again participate in Victoria Blisse's wonderful weekly blog hop, The Sunday Snog. Thank you, Vicky!

A snog, for you unenlightened Yanks, is a kiss, and this blog hop highlights kissing excerpts. And because I'm focusing on Sherlock's Scandal right now, here's Sherlock and Irene's first snog:

She raised her gaze, boldly meeting mine. I leaned closer and put a finger beneath her chin. Her skin was soft over a strong jaw, testimony of a determined character.

My chest clenched in a most peculiar manner. Had I met my match?

It was rude, and crude, and forward, but I could not resist. I had to taste her mouth. I touched my lips to hers, pressing firmly but not savagely. That would come later, but for now, I did not want to frighten her off. I believed her to be a woman of sensual experience, but that was merely a deduction on my part. My deductions are often true, but I did not wish to take a chance on the delectable Miss Adler. I had to have her. A single blunder on my part, and the doe could flee into the night.        

Her lips trembled beneath mine, and for a moment I wondered if I had mistaken her character. Then her mouth opened, and she sucked, forever trapping me in her web of love. Eagerly following her lead, I let my tongue wander into the deepest recesses of her mouth, delighting in the flavor and scent of her. I caressed her delicate neck, which reminded me of the frail stem of a flower, then lowered my hand to seek her bosom, thrusting my fingers beneath her bodice to cup one quivering globe.

If you want to read more about the scandalous affair between Sherlock and Irene, find the story here:

http://www.ellorascave.com/sherlock-s-scandal.html (publisher's site)

http://www.tinyurl.com/ARE-Sherlock (All Romance Ebooks--discounted--best price!)

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Let Sherlock and Irene Hook You In... on August 1st. (#MFRWAuthor #MFRWhooks #Sherlock #spanking)

I'm actually enjoying the promotion for my forthcoming fanfic story, Sherlock's Scandal, probably because I loooove Sherlock Holmes! In every incarnation, he so excites me.

Especially in my story. Conan Doyle wrote a Sherlock without a sex life, but I found that hard to believe. Hard to believe that thousands of women didn't want to jump his bones. For who can resist the tall, hawk-faced, coolly competent Holmes as he stalks the misty streets of Victorian London, saving the day again and again?

Certainly not Irene Adler. Maybe Sir ACD didn't want to write romance because he didn't know how. Or perhaps he was shy.

Who knows? But I've happily filled in the gap.

Sherlock's Scandal will be available soon. Here's what it's about:

A bored Sherlock is a dangerous Sherlock. His twin vices of cocaine and sex could prove his undoing, until he meets his match in elusive, enigmatic Irene Adler. Hiding her heart, Irene deserts Sherlock in the midst of their affair. He schemes to win her back, but the lady won’t come easily to hand. Instead, she forces him to compete for honor, glory, and love.

A sexy snippet to sharpen your appetite:

Miss Adler leaned back into the padded bench seat of the hansom, her arms

opened wide and spread across its top. The position arched her back, lifting her breasts high. Her eyes gleamed as she raked me with her gaze, finally letting her stare rest on the bulge in my pants.

I took her into my arms, pulling her flush against my excited body. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I again slipped a hand inside her bodice and released one of her perfect breasts.       

Ah! If perhaps I had Watson’s talent as a wordsmith, I could describe her flawless beauty. The dusky rose nipple contrasted with her pearly skin, with the slightest sexual blush beginning to color the flesh. I wanted to bite the tip, redden it, hear her scream my name when I entered her. 

Like what you read? Get it here:

http://www.ellorascave.com/sherlock-s-scandal.html
http://tinyurl.com/deMelloSherlock (Amazon)

http://tinyurl.com/ARE-Sherlock (All Romance Ebooks--discounted!)


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