Steam and Iron, Flesh and Musk

By Kaysee Renee Robichaud

Sometimes the simplest accidents can trigger a change of life; sometimes those accidents require an air ship and the dean's daughter . . .

Drummed out of school, Trista Pirrip found herself without direction until she lucked into a job with a wild west show, taking care of their steam powered attraction. Life on the road with this group is anything but boring. Lust, love, trouble and a few surprises await Trista on her journey.

Kaysee Renee Robichaud began her career with a bang in this erotic steampunk story. First appearing in the Circlet Press anthology Like a Wisp of Steam, "Steam and Iron, Flesh and Musk" heralded Kaysee Renee's mix of eroticism and adventure. Fans of the weird west and character driven, lesbian erotic romance will have much to savor in this tale.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Twice Told Tales II
• Release date: Feb 25, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310953040

Kaysee Renee Robichaud

"Kaysee Renee Robichaud ... balances perfect amounts of ... eroticism and adventure." -- Julian van de Camp,Wings of Steam BlogKaysee Renee Robichaud has been publishing her erotica and romantic fiction since 2008, through such well known book pulishers as Circlet Press, Ravenous Romance, Cleis and Alyson Books. Her work has appeared in numerous anthologies, including the Lambda Award finalist Women of the Bite, edited be Cecilia Tan. An audio version of her story "Adrift" appeared as episode 226 of the Nobilis podcast."Kaysee Renee Robichaud's [writing is] intense, nuanced ... poignant, [and] moving..." -- Sacci Green, Erotica RevealedKaysee Renee has lived all over the United States, but currently resides in southern Texas, where the winters are actually a lot like her childhood autumns. The summers, though, are pretty rough. She is eternally grateful for air conditioning, though a little sweat is good for the fiction."Kaysee Renee Robichaud [tells] a ... playful story, written in a breezy style." -- Jean Roberta, Erotica Revealed

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Steam and Iron, Flesh and Musk

An Erotic Steampunk Tale

By: Kaysee Renee Robichaud

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.

Originally published in Like a Wisp of Steam under the title Steam and Iron, Flesh and Musk, Circlet Press, Cambridge, MA (2008).

Fiction © 2008 by Kaysee Renee Robichaud

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Steam and Iron, Flesh and Musk

There was nothing more romantic than floating half a mile over the rooftops of a steam belching, budding metropolis like Fort Detroit, under the brilliant white illumination of a nearly full moon. The skyship drifted on the currents, its three enormous balloons glowing like holiday ornaments with the emerald discharge of the sizeable boiler engine. Sure, the cauldron's brackish fluids were spilling over the skyship's filigreed railing, and the primary emergency whistle wailed the soft beginnings of a soon-to-be-shrill warning, but Trista Pirrup paid little mind because lovely Cecilia's full lips were gently pressuring that sweet place where shoulder meets neck.

Oh, CeeCee . . .

Her lips and tongue moved up along the carotid artery, tickling and teasing and sending shivers of delight through Trista's nerves. Such sweet sensations . . . As they moved through her, Trista felt a sudden guilt at the realization that she should be reciprocating in some fashion. She should be . . . What exactly?

Her brain was overloading with emotional cues; her limbs felt awkward and overlarge. Trista allowed her hands, bound up in tightly sewn lambskin gloves, to caress Cecilia's back in heated circles, drawing what she hoped were