FIFTY SHADES OF DORIAN GRAY PA

by WILDE,OSCAR

• ISBN13: 9781620875070
• ISBN10: 1620875071
• Format: Trade Paper
• Copyright: 2013-01-17
• Publisher: FRWHEEL

Summary

First published to sensational scandal amidst accusationsthat the novel was hedonist, unclean, and depicted distorted views of morality ThePicture of Dorian Gray was a hit back in the day. In 1890 the DailyChronicle wrote that Wilde's novel "will taint every young mind that comesin contact with it." Well Victorian critics, gird your loins and prepareto meet Audrey Ember's Fifty Shades of Dorian Gray: hotter, lewder,sexier, steamier, and more morally corrupt than Oscar Wilde's originalstory! Rediscover this celebrated novel as it traces the moraldegeneration of a beautiful young Londoner seduced by art and beauty into acruel and reckless pursuer of pleasure. Meet artist Rosemary Hall andfollow her inevitable downfall brought by her lust for the famous Dorian Gray-atale both familiar and new in this brilliant erotic mash up of one of theworld's most beloved novels. With a mix of old fashioned Victorian debauchery and erotic21st century lust this cleverly sexed-up classic will leave youwanting more!

Table of Contents

The studio was filled with the richodor of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of thegarden there came through the open door the heavy scent of lilac, or the moredelicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn

The soft breeze, infused with scent, tickled Rosemary Hall's neck, stirring the fine hairs on her nape

It was certainly peculiar, shethought: this new awareness of feeling in her body

Even painting feltdifferent

It was no longer just apreoccupation of mind and coordination, but a physical experience

The wetted brush was as sentient as her handitself and when it touched the canvas her body stirred as though to come tolife with each careful stroke

And the daydreams she washaving...oh, but at least those she could blink away

The dreams at night werethe worst

They weren't nightmares, no -anything but, really - yet they left her deeply unsettled

Night after night she awoke in a feverish sweat,her hips writhing on their own accord, the bed sheet balled in a coil andclenched between her legs

It was so…real

Like he'd really been there

Drenched in sweat she felt his phantom kisses linger on her cheeks

Wherever were those dreams coming from? Rosemary wondered

She avoided theanswer

This was no time to get carried away with lust, she thought, blushingas the word crossed her mind - a quick scurry across then back into hersubconscious

Table of Contents provided by Publisher. All Rights Reserved.

Excerpts

Chapter One  

The studio was filled with the richodor of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of thegarden there came through the open door the heavy scent of lilac, or the moredelicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.  The soft breeze, infused with scent, tickledRosemary Hall's neck, stirring the fine hairs on her nape.

It was certainly peculiar, shethought: this new awareness of feeling in her body. Even painting feltdifferent.  It was no longer just apreoccupation of mind and coordination, but a physical experience.  The wetted brush was as sentient as her handitself and when it touched the canvas her body stirred as though to come tolife with each careful stroke.

And the daydreams she washaving...oh, but at least those she could blink away. The dreams at night werethe worst.  They weren’t nightmares, no –anything but, really – yet they left her deeply unsettled.  Night after night she awoke in a feverish sweat,her hips writhing on their own accord, the bed sheet balled in a coil andclenched between her legs. It was so…real. Like he’d really been there. Drenched in sweat she felt his phantom kisses linger on her cheeks.   Wherever were those dreams coming from?Rosemary wondered.  She avoided theanswer. This was no time to get carried away with lust, she thought, blushingas the word crossed her mind – a quick scurry across then back into hersubconscious.

...