Sisterhood of the Brass Mask

By Yancy Ball

When Suwarya gets that itch she just can't scratch, she doesn't always make the wisest choices. A tryst with her lover goes sour, but ends up in a mind-blowing encounter with a mysterious creature. Unfortunately, Suwa can't cover up her cheating this time, and her attempts to hold on to her new lover only make it worse. Soon a sex cult is growing out of hand in the slums of the city of Namu.

Will Suwa make things right? Will she go back to her husband? Or will her attempts to do so land her in even more raunchy trouble?

Sisterhood of the Brass Mask is a lusty, standalone romp that takes place in the world of While the Gods Slumber, following the events of Tales of Fabulous Namu.

This book includes a sample of Descent, book 4 of While the Gods Slumber.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Yancy Ball
• Release date: Dec 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005745172

Yancy Ball

As an amateur writer with a vastly overactive imagination, Yancy Ball has been writing sexy heroines into African-inspired fantasy realms for many years. During the day, Yancy enjoys cycling, martial arts, and conspiring to build a brighter future. Read Yancy’s Smashwords interview at https://www.smashwords.com/interview/yibala.

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Sisterhood of the Brass Mask

by Yancy Ball

Published by Yancy Ball

Copyright 2020

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Table of Contents

Crime

Cover-up

Caught

Castigated

About the Author

Other Books by Yancy Ball

Sample of Descent

Connect with Yancy Ball

Crime

The Hazard, City of Namu. Month of Praise, 3125

Jabar was sex on two legs, chiseled, and slim. The tattoo of a bull’s horns was painted across his chest, black points of the solid boss curving just above his nipples. More horns hung from his ears, dangling from brass spacers, curling up to point out in front of his chin. His braided hair was beaded and loose, hanging over broad, brown shoulders.

Suwarya shivered with desire. She wanted to slurp up every bit of him. She didn’t even care that, at the moment, he was rambling with other members of his crew, the Stone Guards.

Rambling. Yes, that’s what the protection gangs called it. Being seen. Looking tough. Justifying the tax they levied on every vendor and tradesman in their corner of the shantytown called the Hazard.

Slum or not, there was coin to be made here. Suwarya’s husband, Tiko, for example, earned a modest living as a woodcrafter, carving everything from trestles to lamp holders. Everyone had something to trade, from the women who carried water, to savory stew vendors, to the old storytellers who slept under the trees.

Suwarya stepped out into the midday sun from the corner where she’d been waiting. Jabar was just across the dusty lot, where a group of women sold pots of water they claimed was fresh and clean.

She had prepared for him. She’d massaged aloe, scented with waterberry, into her skin. She’d probably spent a little too long rubbing certain areas, but that only made her more ready. She’d painted her eyes with kohl, and tied her long hair into a ribbon-segmented zebra’s tail. A thin halter displayed her cleavage, like a lavish feast for the taking.

His hunger for her was apparent, even as he tried to hide it. His eyelids grew heavy. His lips, plump and dark, curled into a smirk. He said something to his companions. They chuckled. Suwarya set her hands on her waist, aware of how her hips flared when she cocked them just so.

Jabar strutted across the lot, paying no mind to people that hurried out of his way. A knobbed club hung at his waist, and a