Blackmore: 152 books

In the days when England trusted mainly to the vigor and valor of one man, against a world of enemies, no part of her coast was in greater peril than the fair vale of Springhaven. But lying to the west of the narrow seas, and the shouts both of menace and vigilance, the quiet little village in the tranquil valley forbore to be uneasy.

I’ve been watching my neighbor, Darius, swim naked and masturbate in the hot tub every morning while touching myself. He’s old enough to be my father, but I want him. I’ve been biding my time and saving myself for the only man I’ve ever loved. Now that I’m eighteen, it’s time to stake my claim and show him how wet I am for my black neighbor.

Witnessing a dramatic death at London's Waterloo Station triggers a series of events that shatter Eva Scott's world. Dying words awaken a history she had thought long buried, and soon, Eva's life is out of her hands. A genetic key is keeping her alive, but foreshadowing her death. People she's lost...

Seven stories of erotic steampunk, exploring worlds of clockwork people and their relationship to their creators. If a mad scientist of the steam age were to create his or her own being, what desires would be reflected there? With stories by Eric Del Carlo, Jason Rubis, Elizabeth Schechter, Lionel Bramble, AN Cortez, Helena Weiss, Monique Poirier.

Eros and Thanatos, sex and death, those tricksy bastards, are constantly fornicating in the dark shadows of the psyche. It can be difficult to write about this pairing, but in the end, it's also really the only thing we want to write about. Sex wouldn’t mean as much if we weren't certain, somewhere...

Erotic stories in the worlds of Jules Verne, gathered together by the editor who also brought you books of erotic Sherlock Holmes, H.P. Lovecraft, and several volumes of steampunk erotica…! Verne’s books feature daring, intelligent men facing danger and overcoming obstacles in the name...

Westward of that old town Steyning, and near Washington and Wiston, the lover of an English landscape may find much to dwell upon. The best way to enjoy it is to follow the path along the meadows, underneath the inland rampart of the Sussex hills. Here is pasture rich enough for the daintiest sheep to...

On the very day when Charles I. was crowned with due rejoicings—Candlemasday, in the year of our Lord 1626—a loyalty, quite as deep and perhaps even more lasting, was having its beer at Ley Manor in the north of Devon. A loyalty not to the king, for the old West-country folk knew little and cared...

In the year 1835, the Rev. Philip Penniloe was Curate-in-charge of Perlycross, a village in a valley of the Blackdown Range. It was true that the Rector, the Rev. John Chevithorne, M.A., came twice every year to attend to his tithes; but otherwise he never thought of interfering, and would rather keep...

When I was a young man, and full of spirits, some forty years ago or more, I lost my best and truest friend in a very sad and mysterious way. The greater part of my life has been darkened by this heavy blow and loss, and the blame which I poured upon myself for my own share in the matter. George Bowring...

I am but an ancient fisherman upon the coast of Glamorganshire, with work enough of my own to do, and trouble enough of my own to heed, in getting my poor living. Yet no peace there is for me among my friends and neighbors, unless I will set to and try--as they bid me twice a-day, perhaps--whether...