Lady Chatterley: The Next Generation

By Cassidy Pittman

At twenty-seven, Scarlet Chatterley has it all. She's young, beautiful and, as Senior Editor of Los Angeles-based Le Femme Publishing, quite successful. When she learns she's the sole heir of the family estate in England, she embarks on an erotic journey that began over 100 years ago.

Nestled in the lush greenery of the British Midlands, Chatterley Estate has had a bewitching influence on Chatterley women for several generations. Scarlet feels it immediately upon her arrival. Now a sex retreat for the fabulously wealthy, Scarlet must decide whether to return to her former life and the man who loves her or give into the carnal pleasures of Chatterley Estate.

What if the femme fatales of classic literature, legends and mythology were real and their progenies were making waves today? That is the premise of Scandalous Publishing's DeSINdants series, a world where the daughters of history's most notorious women are still defying the rules and bringing men to their knees. Brazen and beautiful, these women proudly embrace this heritage. After all, it's in their blood.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scandalous Publishing
• Release date: Jan 17, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310591877

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Lady Chatterley: The Next Generation

by Cassidy Pittman

What if the femme fatales of classic literature, legends and mythology were real and their progenies were making waves today? That is the premise of Scandalous Publishing's DeSINdants series, a world where the daughters of history's most notorious women are still defying the rules and bringing men to their knees. Brazen and beautiful, these women proudly embrace this heritage. After all, it's in their blood.

DeSINdants Book One:

Lady Chatterley: The Next Generation

Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence was first published in 1928 and is now in the public domain. It told the tale of a young married woman, Constance (Lady Chatterley), whose wealthy husband physically neglects her. Her sexual frustration leads to a scandalous affair with one of her husband's employees. The novel is about Constance's sexual awakening and it was this subject matter that lead to the book being banned in England, the United States and other countries around the world for many years.

In 1977, producers Young L.C. made a movie that continued the Lady Chatterley saga. In Young Lady Chatterley, Constance's niece Cynthia inherits her aunt's large estate. After reading her aunt's diary that graphically details how Constance cuckolded her husband decades earlier, Cynthia is inspired to continue her aunt's amorous ways though various affairs before her fiance arrives at the estate.

Now, almost 40 years later, Cynthia's own niece, Scarlett Chatterley owns the estate. Strong, independent and successful, she continues the Chatterley women's tradition of a heightened sexual lifestyle. With the mansion now operating as a high class sex club for the fabulously wealthy, Scarlett must juggle business and the pleasures of several men while maintaining her role as Lady Chatterley, Mistress of Chatterley estate.

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CHAPTER 1

Scarlet’s glasses slipped down the bridge of her nose as she stared intently at her computer screen. She had an infinite amount of words stored in her memory and yet somehow they all flowed perfectly into place when she was working on an assignment. Beautiful, strong words that flowed together so well it practically made her editor weep with joy.

Even as a child all Scarlet had ever wanted to be was a writer. She wanted people to feel what her characters were feeling as if they were their best friends ,and not just some fictional piece of intrigue. Now at twenty-seven, she was a Mistress of her craft, and had been a Senior Editor at Le Femme Publishing for over a year now, as well as an author to an entire series of erotic fiction novels; many of which had made it onto the bestseller’s list.

After her promotion, Scarlet had taken great care to design her office, which she knew would be her haven in many ways. The once clear glass walls had been replaced with a smoky glass, giving her more privacy. Her furniture all matched with dark oak wood and deep cerulean blue cushions. There was something about the Victorian Era that she had always loved but couldn’t quite place. It was as if it lived in her veins, and anything that reminded her of it seemed to jump out at her and scream ‘take me home’! The lamps on her desk and bookshelves were vintage after all, with the thick glass globes and beaded tassels; as were the curtains that hung at the windows.

No other office that she knew of on her floor had curtains, but she had to have them. They created the ambience, you see. They were the first thing a person noticed when they came through her door. Those dark, rich Victorian curtains that instantly transported the room to different decade. At the back of her office, where there was one of two wall to ceiling dark stained oak bookshelves was even a working Victrola. It sat on the center shelf that was larger than the rest, surrounded by old jazz records. The sounds of the nearly forgotten music soothed her when her muse refused to come.

Of course, her favorite books rested on the shelves as well; hundreds of them that she drew daily inspiration from. In an age where all could fit in the palm of her hand with an electronic device, Scarlet still preferred to look to the books themselves. The very scent of books, old or new, drove her daily to achieve her dream. It was her strength.

Scarlet herself was a woman of deep thought. In fact, she put deep thought into everything, from the work she completed, to the food she ate, to the clothes she wore. Her dark green eyes had the ability to look into someone so deep that they automatically wanted to tell the truth, even if she didn’t ask for it. There was an intense strength in them, a power that she could sway over anyone that dared look into those deep green pools.

Her hair was a rich chocolate brown with natural curls. It hung to the middle of her back and was so heavy that she never bothered trying to style it. Not that she needed to, the wild look of it suited her no matter what kind of apparel she chose to wear. Whether it was business professional in the office, or bikini clad on the beach at Laguna, her wild hair just seemed…perfect. As for her body, Scarlet understood at a very young age that she would only get one and she liked taking care of it. She was part of kickboxing, yoga and jogged every morning before work. It made for a busy day, but Scarlet enjoyed being busy.

As Scarlet made the finishing edits to the script in front of her, a knock resounded on her door.

Come in, she said quietly, taking off her glasses to rub her temples.

Rosie, her assistant, poked her head in through the door.

Yes, Rosie, what is it? Scarlet asked. Rosie was a timid woman, three years younger than Scarlet. She had the potential to be great, and by the time Scarlet was done grooming her, she would be. For now though, she was a still little skittish and very much unsure of herself.

There’s a lawyer here to see you, Miss Chatterley.

Scarlet raised a delicate shaped eyebrow.

I have no more appointments today, Rosie. Anyway I was just getting ready to go home. As if to prove her point, Scarlet stood up from her desk; smoothing her hands down the well fitted black pencil skirt that fell to her knees.

If he wants to see me, tell him he has to make an appointment like everyone else. She turned to the wardrobe behind her; opening the door to reveal the mirror she had hanging there. She fixed the smudge of eyeliner below her left eye and applied her lipstick before taking her coat off of its hanger and closing the small door.

He says it’s urgent, Miss Chatterley, Rosie insisted, becoming uncomfortable. Scarlet would have to break her of that.

Everything is urgent with the proper perspective, Scarlet explained, turning off her lamps. For example, it is urgent that I leave now. I lost track of time and if I don’t hurry I’ll be late for meeting Angus at the restaurant. Tell him I left for the day and that you can squeeze him in for a fifteen minute appointment tomorrow morning at ten.

Rosie knew which tones meant Scarlet could be persuaded, and which ones could not. The tone she was using right now was final, and the best thing Rosie could do in the moment would be to agree with her and make the appointment. As she left to do just that, Scarlet locked her office door and took the back elevator that would take her directly to the parking garage where her red 2013 Jaguar XE was patiently waiting for her to be let out and taken for a drive on the town.

I’m sorry Mr. Bates, Rosie apologized to the handsome British man as she came out to the waiting room.

Miss Chatterley is gone for the day. I talked with her on the phone and she told me to make an appointment with you at ten tomorrow morning.

Jason Bates knew the skittish little assistant was lying, but he also knew he wasn’t going to see his new client Miss Chatterley today either. So instead of getting upset, he looked the mousy little woman up and down, taking in her small form, light brown hair and matching eyes. She had the potential, he decided, to be a good student for what he had to teach.

Very well, Rosie. Ten it is. Tell me though; what are you doing tonight? I’m only in town for a couple nights and I would like it to be memorable. Would you do me the honor of having dinner with me?

CHAPTER 2

Angus had been waiting at their reserved table for over ten minutes, and he was getting impatient. He’d had to fly to the east coast for business and though he had sampled some lovely women there, he was dying to be back in bed with his fiancé, Scarlet. The whole reason he had fallen in love with her after all was because of how open-minded she was to sex. There was no doubt; she was a Chatterley through and through. Stunning. Powerful. And unfortunately late. He was just about ready to call her when he felt the air in the room shift.

Lifting his dark brown eyes, he saw her coming straight towards him with that goddess like walk that only she could pull off. She really was unlike any other woman he had ever been with. She was looking seductive in her black pencil skirt, tight white short -sleeved button up top, and those fuck me pumps that he just loved to have her wear when they were in bed. He knew that underneath those clothes was a tight corset, garter belt, and thigh highs, making her sexy from head to toe, start to finish.

He wished that he could claim he was the reason she dressed so seductively, but he knew it wasn’t true. She was Scarlet before he came into her life, and she would be Scarlet when he left it. No, this woman was the type that looked good for herself and no other reason. He wouldn’t want it-or her- any other way.

Darling, I’m so sorry I’m late, Scarlet purred as she approached.

Have I kept you waiting long?

Angus had stood up, and as always she came right into his arms, pushing her body tight up to his in an intimate embrace. His hands roamed over her back and down to the curve of her well-defined backside, where he gave her an unabashed squeeze.

Not at all, Scar, he lied. I just got here myself. His lips came heatedly down on hers, claiming her lips in a reunion kiss that was truly meant for more of a bedroom than a restaurant.

Scarlet’s tongue slipped boldly between their lips so that she could find his. Of course, he opened his mouth willingly, loving the way her small tongue darted and massaged over his lips and own tongue. When she gasped moments later, he knew it was because she could feel his erection throbbing against her leg. They were holding one another so tightly after all that they was no way that she couldn’t have felt it.

An awkward cough brought them out of their reverie, however, and they slowly broke the kiss to look towards the disapproving waiter. His tone changed, however, as soon as he looked into Scarlet’s eyes. Angus had seen many a men and women fall under the spell of those siren eyes, and he enjoyed it every time. The waiter was an older man, with thinning gray hair, circular glasses, and a gray handle bar mustache. With his suit and white gloves, he looked very much like he came straight out of the movie Clue.

I’m so sorry, Scarlet purred, taking the man’s arm and letting him escort them back to their table.

Were we making the other guests uncomfortable? Angus watched as she batted her thick eyelashes and suddenly all was forgiven.

It’s alright, madam, the waiter consoled, as he regrettably let go of her arm.

But perhaps you should wait to share such private moments away from strangers, he suggested.

Of course, Scarlet replied, giving him a sex kitten smile. Now, would you mind bringing us a menu please? I don’t know about you, darling, but I’m famished.

Starving, Angus agreed, knowing full well that she wasn’t talking at all about food.

After the bottle of wine was chosen and their food was ordered, Angus and Scarlet finally had some time alone. Not wanting to waste time, Angus slid to her side of the round booth, and put his arm around her shoulders. Willingly she went into his side, kissing his neck and jaw line as her hand went between his widely spread legs.

So tell me, love, how was the east coast? She asked, pulling down the zipper of his black dress pants.

Angus bit back a groan of pleasure as her hand disappeared inside his pants to pull out his engorged shaft. As always, her fingers were skilled and soft, squeezing at just the right parts of him to bring him the most pleasure.

It was beautiful, dearest, he all but moaned. But I missed you every day.

And I missed you, Scarlet purred, swirling her thumb around the tip of his cock to spread the drop of pre-come around. This time he could not hold back his groan of pleasure, the extra lubrication making him even harder and more sensitive.

Did you have any samples while you were out there? She asked sweetly, continuing her slow, torturous rhythm.

Yes, he breathed, knowing better than to lie to her.

How many? Her hand paused, and he thought he was going to weep.

Two, my love, just two. Their names were Gabby and Tara, and they were clean. His confession came out in a rush, and he knew he sounded desperate. But if he had to go through dinner without coming at least once he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to enjoy any of the delicious, expensive food they had just ordered.

And you’re sure? You’re not bringing me home any surprises are you? She asked, her haughty eyebrow raised with attitude.

Yes, he breathed.

Her hand returned to its soft stroking, and Angus moaned in relief as the pleasure of her touch brought him

Reviews for Lady Chatterley

[Jennifer · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I REALLY loved how the author referenced both the DH Lawrence classic book and the late 70s movie 'Young Lady Chatterley' to expand the Chatterley mythology. Scarlet Chatterley is not only smart and independent, she's also very open minded and is a free spirit - a role model for women who age.

SEXY and well developed characters power this erotic book which hits on many popular fetishes like BDSM and male/male/female menage. If I inherited a mansion in England, I'd be tempted to do exactly what she does. ;)