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was….
THE SLEEPING BEAUTY
CHRONICLES
Anne Rice
WITH A NEW PREFACE BY THE AUTHOR
People are much more
comfortable today admitting and talking about what they enjoy in fiction and
film. Much more. People are “out of the closet” about sexuality, period. The
whole world knows women are sensual human beings as well as men. It’s no secret
anymore that women want to read sexy fiction just as men do, and there’s a new
frankness about the varieties of fantasies one might enjoy. So many clichés
have been broken and abandoned. And this is a wonderful thing. – From Anne Rice’s new
preface in the Sleeping Beauty Chronicles
Many people know that Anne Rice paved
the way for blockbuster books about witches and vampires. What they may not
realize, is that she is also the godmother of pleasure and pain erotica. When
Anne Rice published her seminal SLEEPING
BEAUTY CHRONICLES in the mid-eighties
under the pen name A.N. Roquelaure, she couldn’t have predicted that not only
would her erotic take on
the famous fairy tale become a huge
underground hit and a mainstay for erotica fans for three decades, but it would
also be a choice as ahead of the curve as her supernatural novels.
The series is more popular than ever,
and with sadomasochistic erotica dominating bestseller lists, more and more
people are discovering this classic trilogy. Now her books will be available
for a whole new generation of erotica fans. All three books will hit stores
nationwide on July 11th 2012,
from Plume with a provocative new preface and gorgeous re-package
In the first book of the series; THE CLAIMING OF SLEEPING BEAUTY (July 11,
2012/ISBN: 9780452281424/$16.00), Rice follows the traditional folktale of
Sleeping Beauty, the spell cast upon the lovely young can only be broken by the
kiss of a Prince. In Rice’s steamy retelling, The Prince awakens Beauty, not
with a kiss, but with sexual conquer. His reward for ending the hundred years
of enchantment is Beauty's complete and total enslavement to him. Rice’s
exploration of the master and sexual slave fantasy is both elegant and arousing
under her skillful pen.
BEAUTY’S PUNISHMENT (July 11, 2012/ISBN: 9780452281431/$16.00) continues her explicit, teasing exploration of the
psychology of human desire. Now Beauty, having indulged in a secret and
forbidden infatuation with the rebellious slave Prince Tristan, is sent away
from the Satyricon-like world of the Castle. Sold at auction, she will soon
experience the tantalizing punishments of "the village," as her
education in love, cruelty, dominance, submission, and tenderness is turned
over to the brazenly handsome Captain of the Guard. And once again Rice's tale
of pleasure and pain dares to explore the most primal desires of the human
heart.
In the final volume of Anne Rice's titillating
erotic trilogy, BEAUTY’S RELEASE (July
11, 2012/ISBN: 9780452281455) , Beauty's adventures on the dark
side of sexuality make her the bound captive of an Eastern Sultan and a
prisoner in the exotic confines of the harem. As this voluptuous adult fairy
tale moves toward conclusion, all Beauty's encounters with the myriad variations
of sexual fantasy are presented in a sensuous, rich prose that intensifies this
exquisite rendition of Love's secret world, and makes the Beauty series and
incomparable study of erotica. In it, Anne Rice makes the forbidden side of
passion a doorway into the hidden regions of the psyche and the heart.
ABOUT PLUME
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Group (USA) and boasts many bestselling and prize-winning authors, including
Dorothy Allison, David Benioff, Jennifer Chiaverini, Tracy Chevalier , Lev
Grossman , Daniel Levitin, Danica McKellar, Joyce Carol Oates, Marisa de los
Santos Natasha Solomon, Jill Bolte Taylor,
and many others. Penguin Group (USA) is one of the leading U.S. adult and children’s
trade book publishers, owning a wide range of imprints and trademarks,
including Penguin Press, Berkley Books, Penguin, Gotham Books, G.P. Putnam’s
Sons, Plume, New American Library, Viking, Philomel, and Riverhead Books, among
others. The Penguin Group (USA) is part of Pearson, plc, the international
media company.
THE CLAIMING OF SLEEPING BEAUTY
Chapter 1 Excerpt
Anne Rice
Excerpt 1
The Prince had all his young life know the story of Sleeping Beauty, cursed to sleep for a hundred years, with her parents, the King and Queen, and all of the Court, after pricking her finger on a spindle.
But he did not believe it until he was inside the castle.
Even the bodies of those other Princes caught in the thorns of the rose vines that covered the walls had not made him believe it. They had come believing it, true enough, but he must see for himself inside the castle.
Careless with grief for the death of his father, and too powerful under his mother’s rule for his own good, he cut these awesome vines at their roots, and immediately prevented them from ensnaring him. It was not his desire to die so much as to conquer.
And picking his way through the bones of those who had failed to solve the mystery, he stepped alone into the great banquet hall.
The sun was high in the sky and those vines had fallen away, so the light fell in dusty shafts from the lofty windows.
And all along the banquet table, the Prince saw the men and women of the old Court, sleeping under layers of dust, their ruddy and slack faces spun over with spider webs.
He gasped to see the servants dozing against the walls, their clothes rotted to tatters.
But it was true, this old tale. And, fearless as before, he went in search of the Sleeping Beauty who must be at the core of it.
Excerpt 2
In the topmost bedchamber of the house he found her. He had stepped over sleeping chambermaids and valets, and, breathing the dust and damp of the place, he finally stood in the door of her sanctuary.
Her flaxen hair lay long and straight over the deep green velvet of her bed, and her dress in loose folds revealed the rounded breasts and limbs of a young woman.
He opened the shuttered windows. The sunlight flooded down on her. And approaching her, he gave a soft gasp as he touched her cheek, and her teeth through her parted lips, and then her tender rounded eyelids.
Her face was perfect to him, and her embroidered had fallen deep into the crease between her legs so that he could see the shape of her sex beneath it.
He drew out his sword, with which he had cut back all the vines outside, and gently slipping the blade between her two breasts, let it rip easily through the old fabric.
Her dress was laid open to the hem, and he folded it back and looked at her. Her nipples were as rosy pink as were her lips, and the hair between her legs was darkly yellow and curlier than the long straight hair of her head which covered her arms almost down to her hips on either side of her.
He cut the sleeves away, lifting her ever so gently to free the cloth, and the weight of her hair seemed to pull her head down over his arms, and her mouth opened just a little bit wider.
He put his sword to one side. He removed his heavy armor. And then he lifted her again, his left arm under her shoulders, his right hand between her legs, his thumb on the top of her pubis.
Excerpt 3
She made no sound; but if a person could moan silently, the she made such a moan with her whole attitude. Her head fells towards him, and he felt the hot moisture against his right hand, and laying her down again, he cupped both of her breasts, and sucked gently on one and then the other.
They were plump and firm, these breasts. She’d been fifteen when the curse struck her. And he bit at her nipples, moving the breasts almost roughly so as to feel their weight, and then lightly he slapped them back and forth, delighting in this.
His desire had been hard and almost painful to him when he had come into the room, and now it was urging him almost mercilessly.
He mounted her, parting her legs, giving the white inner flesh of her thighs a soft, deep pinch, and, clasping her right breast in his left hand, he thrust his sex into her.
He was holding her up as he did this, to gather her mouth to him, and as he broke through her innocence, he opened her mouth with his tongue and pinched her breast sharply.
He sucked her on the lips, he drew the life out of her into himself, and feeling his seed explode within her, heard her cry out.
And then her blue eyes opened.
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