This is a real-book publication from the relatively new Spice Briefs line, the Harlequin dip into the online/e-reading erotica pool.
Spice Briefs describes its product as "bold, sexually explicit [work] that pushes the envelope...highly erotic short stories...exploring any and all sexual scenarios, even ones considered `taboo,' and [which] avoid using euphemisms in favor of the frank, graphic language typical of the erotica genre." Sure, I get it: raunchy. Nothing wrong with that. This book basically delivers on its product line descriptive. It's direct, anatomically and activity-specific in vocabulary, sufficiently graphic, and uses all the right dirty words (although I couldn't help notice some classics were surprisingly scant) in most of the right places. And at its core, the Spice Briefs product is a Harlequin, so it essentially is by and for the female reader. While chromosomally challenged in this regard, I did manage to squeeze a modicum of enjoyment from this collection.
"Chance of a Lifetime" (excerpted above in the Amazon.com product page) opens the with a surprisingly tame and sadly stereotypical tale of bored/naughty/prim Rose, his lordship the marquess Christian, a manor in English rain, dusty rooms with lots of books and worn carpets, thick drapes, some spanking, and in the end some really sappy happily ever after.
"The Priestess" is a change of setting, off to ancient Egypt. It's a change of pace, too, with the erotic action of the story finally coming 28 pages into its total of 36. Way too much ambience and attention to weather, clothing, and makeup, and not nearly enough boinky-boinky.
"Taken" gets things mostly back on track, with a tale of professional chef Chloe and her eminently successful three-way hook-up with two achingly gorgeous--and neatly bisexual--male colleagues. The men's sexuality is interesting in that its portrayal is somewhat euphemistic, and the wildest the two of them get is one hot kiss (I have to conclude a full-on three-way with two guys and a girl doesn't fit the product demographic). Chloe is the real beneficiary here, naturally.
"Favor Me" is a tidy little murder whodunit, with our kept-woman heroine Amaris performing a few rather non-standard investigative procedures, all in the name of love, her love of money. She's smart, everyone else isn't, there's a hot bodyguard, she figures out who offed her go-to lingerie designer, and she's still scheming as we close out.
"Medusa's Folly" is the best of the book, a ripping-hot tale of the goddess, and how she meets her match, in more ways than one. It's creative, interesting, wonderfully graphic and thoroughly unabashed, a ripping-hot little story.
The best is followed by the worst. "Primal Instincts" is pretty awful, not in its premise of the search for a magical jungle flower, the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world, but in its ridiculous portrayal of Mayan "warriors" who speak fluent English, in a subterranean cavern, fitted with fur rugs and footed marble tubs, deep in the Central American jungle. Basic facts don't match up, settings are inaccurate, and the characteristics of the wonderfully beautiful, thoughtful, bold, smooth of body, athletic, muscular, warrior-like, gentle yet rough, agreeable yet demanding, long-haired, wondrously endowed behind mrere loincloths--stop me if you've run across this trite stereotype before--were just awful. When the chiseled jungle-cave-warrior-priest-Mayan-stud says to the lovely Olivia, "I want to taste your cream," I groaned out loud, and not from arousal. This story had promise, but it evaporated pretty fast, and stayed dry.
"This Is What I Want" tells the tale of a ribald blogger working as a customer rep for an IT company, who cuts loose amazingly sexily online at home, but has a secret work-crush who can never be approached. You know where it's going, it goes there, and with an indulgent dollop of self-serving melodrama things work out okay. The highlights of this story were the narrator's own little blog posts/stories, which were very nice.
"Improper Pleasure" is another English period piece, with oh so very repressed feelings and overblown drama over class and place and role, right down to E. B. Browning poetry even. Dull and maudlin.
The closer, "Caught in the Act" is another whodunit, again set in an IT business, where our heroine, tough, independent, hard on the outside yet ragingly erotic in her soft, velvety nougat center, helps a private, ahem, dick catch a thieving insider.
While somewhat spicy, these stories don't really go taboo, not even close. The wildest we get is some spanking, two hot guys kissing, and some disappointingly pedestrian handcuff use. "Primal Instincts" flirts with a highly promising absolutely wild and consensual group-sex encounter, but it totally fizzles. Overall, this book's novellas seem to be trying to find the delicate middle ground between truly raunchy adult fiction, where anything goes (and does), and the milder adult fiction, which has the requisite nekkid people performing healthy sexual activities in warm and inviting environments as the mood strikes them, but doesn't get too, you know, out of hand.
Bottom line: this is passable erotic fiction. While a couple of the stories are well-worn (yawn) bodice-rippers set in Victorian Britain, a couple of them start to push the envelope, but don't push that hard. Let's hope that as the Spice Briefs product line matures, the stories will be more creative, deeper, and considerably more in keeping with their own stated intent.