The Whore
✍ Scribed by Feisty, Lilli
- Book ID
- 100577742
- Publisher
- Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
- Year
- 2010
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 55 KB
- Series
- Wasteland 2;Wasteland 3
- Category
- Fiction
- City
- Macon, Ga.
- ISBN
- 1609280393
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
✦ Synopsis
Her quest for freedom plunges her into dangerous waters…of desire. A Wasteland story. Bryn is a “Rose”, but her life is no garden. A stolen child, prostitution is the only life she’s ever known—except on the nights she sneaks out in stolen men’s clothing to explore the city. A tiny taste of freedom that makes her long for a life outside sexual servitude, at the mercy of any man who can pay. Xander remembers no other home except his pirate ship, smuggling weapons or anything else for a fee. He’s been happy with his life and his lover, Hawke…until he rescues who he thinks is a young man from robbers. Figuring she can blend in with the crew, Bryn jumps at the chance to escape the Brothel. Then she discovers Xander and Hawke have a taste for pretty boys—and that she has a taste for them. In their arms, she embraces their incredible gift: control of her own sexuality. Though women are considered bad luck at sea, Xander isn’t of a mind to give her up. Yet the time is drawing near when the ship must return to Wasteland to resupply. And what awaits them there is a danger that could tear them apart. Warning: Contains hot pirates, bad boys, pretty boys, lots of three-way pirate sex, a woman spanking a pirate with a rare-wood paddle, a glass dildo used on a pirate—have we mentioned the pirates?
✦ Subjects
Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
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Her quest for freedom plunges her into dangerous waters…of desire. A Wasteland story. Bryn is a “Rose”, but her life is no garden. A stolen child, prostitution is the only life she’s ever known—except on the nights she sneaks out in stolen men’s clothing to explore the city. A tiny taste of freedom
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