Today, August 23, is launch day for my Mischief petite novel,
Pretty As A Porn Star.
Click right
here to go to the site.
Believe me, for less than one pound sterling, you will get many more pounds of flesh.
This little novel has everything you have relied on Madeline Moore to give you in the past:
sex
kinky sex
girlie-girlie sex
hot sex
witty dialogue
a few good laughs and
yeah, sex.
But this time around, you'll find a few things I haven't offered my marvelous readers in the past:
public sex
sex on film
true love!
And a groovy cover that captures the allure of those Los Angeles women we all adore..
"Oh boo hoo Madeline Moore, this is a digital book and I don't have an e-reader."
Neither do I! But I can still read digital tales and so can you. Adobe offers a digital reader you can download for free! Easy as one, two, three.
For .99 pounds sterling (that's less than
one pound) you can buy the book and upload the epub. edition to your Adobe reader.
Just think. In the time it's taken you to read this blog post, you could be reading my book.
Here's a taste of what's in store for you:
‘Action!’ yelled Luke.
The bedroom door burst open and Kara
charged into the room, wearing the white satin bustière that laced up the back and white stay ups (one with a ladder she’d
complained of in Scene One) and stilettos she’d had on at the end of the scene.
Her chest and face were freshly-fucked pink in a pleasant contrast to virginal
white. Her breasts bounced in their twin satin cradles and her dark, hard
nipples played peek-a-boo with the viewer as she raced around the room.
‘No!’ she screamed.
Gary charged after
her, buck naked. He was hirsute (albeit with a clean shaven face); from chest
to ankles he was dark with black hair. His pubes and underarms were thick with
it. He carried a bottle of lube and, as he pursued his prey, he pumped some
into his other hand and fisted it onto his rigid cock.
Luke flashed Marion a peace
sign. She was already positioned beside the second cameraman and now she tapped
his shoulder.
While Jimmy, the operator of camera one as
well as D.P., continued to shoot the full scene, Paul’s camera two followed the
cock’s progress, zoomed in at the prearranged mark just as Gary’s cock paused,
then panned slowly back to resume its pursuit of the bride.
This was their first two-camera shoot and
everyone was pretty pumped up about it. Luke wanted Gary’s hard-on, as
it zeroed in on Kara like a heat-seeking missile, shot up-close and real
personal. It seemed he was getting what he wanted.
‘You promised, Mrs Bottomsby.’
‘I’m not ready,’ pleaded Kara. She
collapsed in the middle of her oh-so-recently abandoned wedding gown. ‘I’m too scared.’
‘I’ll make you ready, baby, don’t worry.
And don’t be scared. You’re gonna love this.’
Gary pounced on
Kara. He kissed her long and hard.
She visibly relaxed. ‘I love you, Mr
Bottomsby.’
‘I love you, too,’ he said. ‘Now assume
the position!’
Kara burst into tears. She grasped the
head of the hidden zipper in the front of her bustière and in a moment
the lingerie was unzipped and discarded, the lacing up the back as tight as
ever.
The crew looked as one to their leader.
Even Marion, who’d performed the unsung, essential duties of First A.D. with
such finesse Luke had begun to wonder how he’d ever directed without her,
goggled at him.
He made a short, circular motion with his
index finger. Keep rolling. They
hadn’t had a lot of time for rehearsal but he was one hundred percent certain
his leading lady was not in real distress.
Gary gave Kara a
sharp smack on each cheek of her bum. ‘Spread ‘em baby, or I’ll spread ‘em for
you.’
Make
that ninety percent.
Kara sniffled and knelt up nicely, her
elbows on the brushed fake suede of the sofa, her knees and thighs surrounded
by netting and crepe. The look she gave Gary, over her
shoulder, was wide-eyed and reproachful.
‘Please, husband . . . don’t hurt me.’
Gary grinned. He
licked his lips. He parted the cheeks of her ass with his hands, exposing
Kara’s pink asshole. He sat back, as if admiring it, giving camera two ample
time to zoom in and hold on a tight close up of her tight hole.
Luke nodded, Marion tapped, and camera
two zoomed in.
‘Aww baby, you know you can trust me,’
said Gary. He leant in, teasing her hole with the tip of his tongue. ‘Doesn’t
that feel just like a . . . like a rose petal, caressing your pretty little
virgin hole, all soft and sweet?
‘Ye – yes . . . ’
‘Mm . . . gorgeous . . . every inch of you
is so fucking gorgeous I feel . . . one minute I feel like I could . . . mm . .
. I could lavish you with little kisses all day . . . ’
Kara arched her back a little, presenting
her bottom as Mrs Vixen might present hers to Mr Fox. Her head tilted back, as
if his low, cooing praise was, like his tongue, imparting such a delicate sense
that she needed to lean in a little to catch it.
‘. . . and the next . . .’ Gary fisted another
dollop of lube onto his dick, ‘. . . the next I want to roar with pride!’ He
rolled back onto his heels, lifted an inch and jammed his cock to its hilt up
Kara’s ass.
Kara screamed.
Gary roared.
Luke stepped back. Hadn’t Kara agreed to
star in a porn shoot as long as it wasn’t ‘too kinky’? This stuff was so not in the script. He pointed at his
ear. Marion tapped the soundman on his back. He nodded. She nodded.
Gary pulled almost
all the way out.
Tears rolled down Kara’s cheeks. ‘Honey it
hurts, it hurts . . . ’
‘Only for a minute, sweetcheeks,’ Gary said. ‘Trust
me, baby.’
‘I do.’
‘There’s my girl. I do. Remember what you
promised, now. I promise to love –’ he buried his cock in her ass in another
smooth, hard stroke. This time his body dropped forward, too, so that chest was
against her back and his arms and hands on either side of hers, keeping her in
place.
‘Honour – ’
Kara’s head dropped a little.
His mouth pressed up close to her ear.
‘And obey.’
Well, what can film students do, in their final year of university, when the Film Studies tuition suddenly jumps sky high? If some of them are pretty as porn stars and all of them want to make movies, the obvious answer to the dilemma is: make porn movies and use the profits to pay the tuition.
Makes perfect sense, don't you think?
BUY THE BOOK! I promise you won't be disappointed! It's more of the Madeline Moore you've come to know and love.
xoxo Mad
ps: to the charming Vietnam vet who sent me a fan letter not so long ago, to which I responded with a promise to let you know when my next story was released: I can't find you in my emails so I'm telling you right here on my blog. This is my latest story. I'd love to know if you enjoyed it as much as you've enjoyed my previous work.
