Lips Like Ice By Peggy Barnett

Title: Lips Like Ice

Author: Peggy Barnett

Genre: Science-Fiction, Erotica

He calls himself the Prince. He is humanoid but not human--fascinating, sensual, at the cusp of maturity, and accustomed to getting what he wants. And Lydia has awoken in his world to find that she has been given to him--as a pet, a plaything, and, if he so desires, a lover.

                    But the Prince lives in a world where birth order dictates gender, and in declaring himself male he has thrown tradition back into the face of his father, the King, a very, very dangerous creature to cross.

                    As Lydia comes to realize that the Prince is as much a prisoner to his culture's ways as she is, her resentment slowly unfurls into pity, understanding, curiosity, and a deep, unpredictable, consuming lust. She wants him too, on her own terms. But in a world fraught with hidden dangers, her terms are not open for discussion, not when their thirst for one another could doom them both. In a court where monarchs are obeyed and sexual hierarchies are strict, one wrong move could end the Prince for ever... and what would happen to Lydia then?

Author Bio

"Peggy Barnett" is the erotica pseudonym of a Toronto-based SF/F author. Peggy writes stories for the thinking erotica reader. She likes to write stories that are both one-handed reading and topical discussions of consent, non-binary gender, the full spectrum of sexuality and romanticism, and relationships that bloom beyond monogamy.

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Circlet: http://www.circlet.com/?p=1137

Small Teasers / Excerpts

* Lydia doesn't know how she knows that this stunning, terrifying creature isn't human. Only that, with a cold and perfect understanding, it is not.

* [He] leans over her. [His] gaze is narrowed, searching for something on her face that she doesn't know how to give, even if she'd wanted to.

* "What are you doing?" Lydia whispers. She wonders if she should be allowing this. She would never let a doctor or a stranger touch her like this, but she's so tired, and [his] touch feels soothing, despite the chill.

* "Many people from many worlds have many names for us. Extra-terrestrials. Gods. Elves. Monsters. So many names in so many languages, and on her world there are many more. I have been watching her world since my father gave her to me. Since I realized that she was cleverer than I had anticipated."

* "A pet must be content in its new home, and must be able to both understand and obey."

* "My name is Lydia and I am human. And you can't keep me here!"

"Can I not?"

* "I would much rather provide orgasms as an incentive, than pain as a punishment. I much prefer reward training."

* She will not, she will not go to the creature’s knee and beg for a treat. Besides, Persephone had been trapped forever by just six measly seeds. What would an entire grape do?

* Each long moment in which he doesn't reach for her, doesn't bear her down into the rug and force her to submit, doesn't request that she come to him, is one moment closer to the time when he does. She can't stand it, she can't stand not knowing.