Her Grace’s Stable is now available in print on Amazon and following soon other places (official release date is June 3rd). To celebrate, I’m giving away a signed copy, along with a custom make-up-size bag filled with RT swag. I’ll mail these goodies anywhere on the planet. Enter via Rafflecopter below!
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It feels like his day has been a long time coming, but Lord Regret’s Price is just around the corner! (Next week, dies!!) If you enjoyed Lady Doctor Wyre, I hope you’ll give Lord Regret a chance. There are more hijinks and inventions, a new world to explore, and yes, more relationship exploration between Charlie, Sig, and Gil. Yes, they had their “happy” ending in Lady Wyre, but committed relationships take a lot of work to keep healthy and strong, even more so in a ménage.
Did you ever wonder exactly who Sig was? Which House he could claim? How exactly did ladies come to rule in Britannia? It’s all revealed in Lord Regret’s Price!
So if you’re able to post a review anywhere online, please drop me a note with your desired format and I’ll gladly provide a review copy.
Here’s what Vivian Archer had to say on GoodReads:
Burkhart can be depended on to deliver strong characters and a high level of sensuality and that is evident here. The one great torment? Gil. The tension between Gil and Sig is killing me. Sweet mercy above.
He had the distinct longing to touch those marks and see what else she’d done to Sig.
This is beginning to feel like the Dance of the Seven Veils, and being the barbaric heathen that I am…I want to rip them all off at once.
Recommended for steampunk devotees, cultural melange lovers and polyamory fans
What an incredible review from Naamah at BDSM Book Reviews! This is one of those that set me beaming for days and there are too many wonderful snippets that make it difficult for me to pick one, so definitely stop over to read the whole thing.
Burkhart has accomplished something extraordinary here: a genuine ménage story, one where everyone loves everyone else, and the reader likes and identifies with everyone equally.
She has also accomplished another feat in Arthur’s character: an alpha male who is not a narcissistic, pushy ass, and who also bottoms and eventually submits, rather than being depicted as unilaterally dominant. It’s something all too rare in erotica; unfortunate, because it’s fucking delicious. I genuinely got lightheaded at a couple of points, and more than once, his unexpected behavior genuinely surprised me – but in a way that was perfect for the plot and only deepened his character. Just perfect.
Thankfully, there is a good deal of rough sex here. Really, really good rough sex. And lots of chewy, tasty anguish. My love of angst had several multiple orgasms, I think, but the book did not leave me in a bad place, making it just about perfect.
Well-done, all around. Very well-done.
Thank you so much, Naamah!
Two new reviews for Her Grace’s Stable are up at GoodReads:
This story is a sequel to Lady Doctor Wyre, and continues Joely Sue Burkhart’s amazing world building! You will come away from these books wishing you could walk around in this world and meet these characters. … Character at conflict with self seems to recur a lot in Joely Sue’s books and I love it! Arthur hates the needs he has and yet he can’t deny them either. He will need Lady Blackmyre’s strong hand and whip to help him accept himself and her and Cole. ~ Chibiboo
This book runs the gamut of kinky good times. I wasn’t sure if I would really enjoy a book about pony play, but I’m not surprised that I did. Ms. Burkhart viewed the kink not as something to be ashamed of, but something to revel in, and mixed it wonderfully among some deliciously hot m/f, m/m, and m/m/f sex. But it’s not just about trussing up men like ponies and running them around a private ring! There’s a fight for men’s equal rights (which I loved), a conspiracy with the ponies, not to mention Violet’s illness. I loved the twist at the end.
I’m not normally one to read 1800s historical romances, they’re just not my thing. But mix in a little steampunk and a broken hero like Arthur, a loyal fellow like Cole, and a tough-as-nails heroine like Violet and I’m on board in a heartbeat. ~ R. E. Butler
I’m also at Here Be Magic today talking about what originally inspired this series: A Regency Drinking Game!
Two reviews for Her Grace’s Stable are in!
From Vivian Archer via GoodReads: 4.5 stars
If you’ve read many of my reviews then you know I’ve fallen out of favor with a lot of MF literature, and technically this is MMF, but usually the women in those configurations are a waste of space, too. Burkhart has always been an exception–Love her writing. Her women are intelligent and emotionally balanced–not a twit or basket case in the lot!
I was a little leery of a book that leaned as much to femdom as this one promised just because in so many of them the dommes come off as psychotic bitches–I don’t enjoy abuse masquerading as power exchange. The relationships between the main characters are definitely symbiotic and NOT parasitic.
Recently, I’ve been finding stories that feature puppy or pony play that is not humiliation driven, but rather a celebration and joyful experience. I was thrilled to find that here in HER GRACE’S STABLES. The interactions between the Duchess of Blackmyre (Violet), Cole and Arthur are beautiful. The dynamics are sexy with one gentle pony and one stallion in the mix under the direction of a firm but loving hand. This is the most sensually erotic pony play I’ve read.
The other review is 4 stars from RT Book Reviews and will be in the July issue! “Character development is excellent, especially that of Arthur, who must re-discover his humanity.”
If you’re interested in reviewing HGS please contact me. Thank you!
I read the book in one day because I could not put it down. The characters and backstory were fabulous. The sex wasn’t all pony play, either, and the other erotic scenes were more to my liking. I really enjoyed the book, and would happily read more from these characters, should Joely write another story featuring them. The world is fabulous, and there are even a few nods to LADY DOCTOR WYRE (book 1 in the series) near the end of this book.
Thank you, Nicole!
Won’t she look nice beside Lady Wyre?
Sorry for my absense the last few days. I’ve been working on more edits for Vicki (YOURS TO TAKE) and this weekend I’ll be tackling line edits for Tecun (THE BLOODGATE WARRIOR) so it’s been a bit hectic around here!
This is the final section of the free read prequel (previous snippet), Lady Wyre’s Regret, that I currently have. My goal is to intrigue people enough to go in search of Lady Doctor Wyre – not provide a complete short story…while still balancing a satisfying ending. What do you think about this final section? Is it satisfying without giving away too much? Or do you feel robbed that no actual consummation happens…?
Sig healed so rapidly that it scared her. Before Charlotte’s eyes, his skin seemed to knit together. Within a matter of hours, the fever had raged in him so hotly she’d feared the chills would break his bones, but suddenly broke into a sweat and left him sleeping like a baby.
My assemblers not only repaired the damage to his heart, but compressed the normal healing time into hours, not weeks.
After just forty eight hours, she was having a hard time keeping him in bed. Which was why she’d left him tied up.
“I have to see if the bounty hunter tracked us down!”
He’d given up on a reasonable tone of voice, but his increased volume only made her arch a brow at him. No one had ever been able to intimidate her by yelling. “We’ve already scavenged everything useable from the wreckage and I went over it with a fine-toothed comb to make sure nothing was broadcasting any sort of electronic signal. I’d use the Razari crystal to destroy the entire ship but I’m afraid that hot of a fire would draw unwanted attention. If the bounty hunter was able to track our crash, he’ll still have to brave blizzards and snow drifts to get here, and I’m assured by Gage that no one is foolish enough to brave these woods until spring.”
“That information is only good if you trust Gage and I trust no one.”
Obviously not even me.
The flat tone of his voice combined with the blank empty-eyed stare finally made her lose her temper. She slammed the datapad down on the bedside table and poked him in the stomach hard enough he grunted. “That man has done everything possible to help us. You’d better not even think about killing him.”
“He’s a loose end. If the Queen’s Ravens find him, he will talk, eventually. I don’t care how much you like him.”
Mild irritation flamed into full-fledged fury, fed by anxiety and stress of the last few days. Where his volume went up, she pitched her voice low and vicious. “Do you honestly think I’m nothing but a fluff-brained chit out on her first Season?”
She poked him again for good measure. “Gage has agreed to go on an expedition with some of his aboriginal friends far to the west as soon as the snows begin to thaw. He’d already planned to join them—we just moved up his timetable. He won’t be here for anyone to torture. We won’t be here either, even if I have to keep you tied up and drag you by your hair!”
Now it was his turn to arch a brow at her with surprise.
Shame churned in her stomach. Here she’d pinned him down, trapped him against his will after everything he’d done to help her, and then she abused him when he was hurt and unable to defend himself.
“I can’t help being suspicious of everyone,” he said slowly, eyes narrowing in on her reaction. Because he was watching so carefully, she refrained from wincing or dropping her gaze. “Besides, you could drag me around by much more willing body parts than my hair. And if you don’t know that I trust you after you saved me during the crash and healed me, I don’t know what else I can say to convince you. So what’s really bothering you?”
She put on a clinical air and picked up the datapad, even though the numbers on it made her heart go cold and heavy in her chest. “You’re recovering rapidly.”
“So I see,” he said dryly. “Considering I was knocking on death’s door, I hardly see why that’s a problem.”
She’d run scan after scan, trying to make sense of what was happening inside his body. Staring down at the numbers, her eyes burned hot and dry. I learned nothing from my mistake with Majel. I shouldn’t have risked another human experiment. It’s too risky. Dear God, what have I done to him?
She dragged her gaze up to his face and made herself tell him every gory detail. “I injected you with an invention I call my assemblers, which are extremely tiny nanobots that work inside the body. I’m afraid they’re working a little too… well.”
He didn’t appear alarmed that microscopic robots were roaming around inside his body. “I’m not complaining, Charlie. I’m thankful to be alive, whatever you’ve done.”
She sighed heavily. “I made the mistake of leaving them inside my first subject indefinitely. They integrated themselves into her biological systems to the point where they couldn’t be safely extracted. I thought to counteract that risk with you by recalling the assemblers as soon as they’d repaired your heart, but I can’t, Sig. I’m sorry. Your heart was too damaged to beat on its own without them.”
He gave a brief jerk on the rope binding his right hand to the bed, as though he reflexively reached to touch his chest. “It’s still beating, though. I feel it.”
“They’re reinforcing your heart, forcing it to pump, but…” She hesitated, her mouth dried with decaying dust. “They won’t stop there. You’ve already received miraculous healing. Your strength has returned, if not increased from even before the accident.”
His voice remained even and calm, as though they talked about a fine new carriage equipped with the latest racing technology, not his life. “I don’t know! I don’t know what else they’re capable of. I’m going to need to extract a few and download as much data as possible so I can figure out the best way to proceed.”
“So they’ll still respond to your programming.”
She nodded, relieved that he wasn’t horrified at what she’d done, and yet also crippled with her own guilt. “I don’t know how long they’ll run, Sig, let alone what they’ll do now that you’re out of danger.”
“Your other subject,” he said with emphasis, confirming he knew exactly who her first test subject had been, “is still living. I’m not concerned, but if we have a problem, the famous and dashing Lord Regret has the most talented and brilliant Lady Doctor Wyre at his disposal.”
“I’m terribly sorry,” she said each word low but vehement. “You asked me to let you to die, but I couldn’t. Not after you’d risked so much to save me.”
“No regrets, Charlie” he whispered, twisting his body toward hers.
He curled his lower body around hers and her determined guilt was shaken by his very evident interest. Oh dear. He very well can’t be that incapacitated if he’s aroused, yet here I’ve kept him trapped for days in bed.
She reached up to untie his hands.
“Leave it,” he said in a husky voice that fired her blood. “I like being bound for you.”
Sliding her palm over his bare chest, she watched the darkness spread in his eyes. “This is all very new to me, but I admit, the idea has merit.”
He nudged harder against her back and let out a soft groan that tightened her body. I wonder what sort of sounds I can draw from him if I stripped him nude and stroked every inch of him with my mouth.
As if he heard her thoughts, he groaned louder. “Charlie.”
She leaned down and rubbed her mouth against his, letting her breath become a caress. “Sig?”
“When we’re away from here and you’re safe, I hope very much that you’ll experiment on me some more.”