An erotic collection of shorts stories by best-selling authors with a central theme of voyeurism in Las Vegas.
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas? Not anymore…
High above the Las Vegas strip, at the top of Skylane Tower, the rooms come with one special amenity; a high powered telescope. When a group of erotica writers descend on Sin City for their annual conference, the voyeurs witness first hand, that some authors live by the adage, ‘write what you know’.
A woman’s curiosity is piqued as she observes a beautiful stranger being bound in silky red rope. A man scouting for new sex slaves, watches as an elegant woman gets more than her hands dirty. A prostitute pulls a switch - sending her lover out on a call. A simple slip of the hand, causes a case of mistaken room identity and a linen closet at a nearby hotel, sees more action than all of them combined. And that is just the beginning…
They say perception is reality. Is what the Voyeur sees through their spyglass just a fantasy; on which side of the lens would you like to be?
Ever wondered what Las Vegas was like, what you could do there, what you could see? Everyone’s seen pictures of all the big hotels and the famous Las Vegas Strip. Vegas figures prominently in movies and television programs, so everyone knows what the casinos look like, the beautiful people sunbathing at the pools, the food at all the famous restaurants, dancing at the clubs. But what could you really see; I mean, if you were there and were looking for something special, something out of the ordinary?
Here’s the true story: A group of writers spent three days at an erotica writers’ conference in Las Vegas – the first, ever, erotica writers’ conference. By all accounts, a great time was had by all. They enjoyed all the workshops and panel discussions; went to readings to hear some of their favorite authors read from their novels and stories; met, in person, writers, editors and publishers they’d only known through email and the internet. They ate, drank, went to shows and gambled – all the things one does in Las Vegas – and then they went home.
And then one of them thought it might be fun to write erotic stories about their adventures in Las Vegas. Well, maybe not their adventures, strictly speaking… The theme for the book would be voyeurism. The assignment? Write a story centered around the fictional Skylane Hotel, where telescopes awaited guests’ voyeuristic pleasure, telescopes that would penetrate the glass coatings and allow you to see into any hotel window you liked.
This writer had even loftier ideas. The conference was great, but conferences are expensive to put together. He wanted to donate all the profit, from the book, towards the conference fund. Others thought it was a great idea and agreed to donate their stories to the venture and, shortly after arriving home, stories began to come in.
That’s how Voyeur Eyes Only: Erotic Encounters in Sin City was born.
What happens when a maid is caught masturbating to the sights through a wealthy resident’s telescope? What about when a man tries desperately to find the woman he’s been watching? After all, she flashed him her hotel room number. You never know what you might see: hotel employees getting it on, a little vjazzling as a woman gets herself decorated before her wedding, a naked glimpse of the bus boy from last night or your blackjack dealer, true love or true deviance, it’s all good –and it’s all hot.
So, take a peek – you know you want to.
Genevieve Ash is a multi-published writer of erotic romance. Although she believes in the fairy tale, she realises that stories do not always end happily ever after. Her work takes you on a journey through the powerful emotions that love and passion bring, never giving up the hope that love will win. Find out more at www.genvieveash.com.
I.G. Frederick trades words for cash, specializing in erotic fiction and poetry since 2001. Her erotic short stories appear in Xcite collections, Hustler Fantasies, Forum, Foreplay, and Desire Presents, as well as other electronic, audio, and print anthologies. Her novels receive high praise from readers, critics, and other authors.
A FemDom, Ms. Frederick, owns the man she adores. Although dominant in the rest of his life, he demonstrates his love by serving as her submissive. Ms. Frederick writes about finding love in BDSM relationships from the authority of one enjoying that for almost a decade.
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K D Grace
K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she, because otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast rout across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.
K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Scarlet Magazine, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop, and her newly released paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011.
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Dominic Santi is a former technical editor turned rogue whose stories have appeared in many dozens of publications, including Hot Under the Collar, Surrender, Yes, Ma’am, Caught Looking, Sex and Candy, Voyeur Eyes Only: Vegas Windows, Backdoor Lover, Pleasure Me, Best American Erotica, and Red Hot Erotica. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.
27th April 2012 5:23PM
If you buy the Kindle version, what you get, hidden behind the discreet Kindle exterior, is a collection of erotic fiction a nod towards voyeurism all set in a fictional Las Vegas hotel. And that appeals to my sense of irony, for these short stories are all about the ideal length for a little bit of naughty self-indulgent reading on the commute to work, hidden behind the Kindle's exterior, so that your fellow commuters might well think you are reading War and Peace or some such.
Reading the stories, it is interesting to observe the variations in how each writer interprets the setting of a hotel in which the patrons are provided with telescopes so they can watch the other guests. In some cases, the voyeurism is explicit and in others, such as in Cecila Duvalle's excellent Alone Time, the idea that someone might be watching is the spice that makes an experience more highly charged.
All in all, a good collection of erotic shorts with enough variation to stop them getting stale quickly.
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10th April 2012 3:34PM
Las Vegas itself has never meant more to me than a place to fill the car with gas (and maybe play the slots in a nearby laundromat) on the way to the Grand Canyon, but clearly I\'ve been lacking in imagination. I knew this book had to be well done, since the writers were all participants in a conference for erotica writers, many of whom I\'ve read and admired before, but they surpassed my expectations and, in the process, gave me a whole new perspective on the city and its possibilities.
Perspective, in fact, is vital to the anthology. The theme of voyeurism through hotel windows, sometimes with the aid of telescopes, might have become repetitive, but on the whole the variety of perspectives and \"voices\" provides a stimulating mix. Whether they\'re watched, watching, or observing the watchers, the characters have sex so intensely satisfying that no roulette wheel win could surpass the endorphins.
All the stories are worthy of mention, but the ones bobbing to the top of my memory just now are Cecilia Tan\'s \"Window of Opportunity,\" I.G. Frederick\'s \"The Birthday Present,\" D. L. King\'s \"Private Viewing,\" and Penny Amici\'s \"The Mist Between Us.\"
Don\'t be afraid to take a chance on this one. The payoff is hotter than cold cash.