Secrets, fantasies, and desires mingle as an author and her lover explore new depths of sexual intrigue through sensual pleasures. Part Victorian steampunk, part contemporary erotic discovery, Masquerade will leave you craving more.
It seems odd to write your own review, any way here goes.
Fables of the Reconstruction is based on a series of dreams. I wrote this book while I was under an intense amount of physical pain following Achilles tendon surgery. Whether you like the book or not will depend upon your personal taste and I accept that. For me, this little book has given me a creative outlet to place all the pain and fears I experienced during and after surgery. Creative writing kept me from the depression that generally haunts everyone who has to undergo Achilles reattachment. I hope you enjoy reading Fables of the Reconstruction half as much as I enjoyed the experience of creating it.
Hunter wrote an excellent story filled with action and sex situated in Victorian london. Although this is not the type of genre that I would normally choose for myself, I am always open to new expereinces. I am glad that I chose to read this excellent portrayal of creatures that crave love and sex. Being a conservative I must say, I blushed all afternoon after finishing the story. Hunter is the new Gypsy Rose Lee of erotic literature.
It seemed such a great idea at the time. Monsieur Pierre von Minzle quite suddenly and beautifully danced into my life. He was really something. Full of life and mischief was he. And gorgeous; he was gorgeous. Such a dazzling sight to behold from the first time I laid eyes on him. He either has the face of a demonic angel or an angelic demon, I am not certain which exactly, but he is beautiful. He is very tall, elegant, black hair, dark eyes and the finest clothes. Made me wonder what brought the likes of him to this side of London. From Belgium, on his way back to Antwerp, said he’d been on a business trip to a place where they made sugar. He called it a “plantation.” On an island named called Saint-Domingue. Mother always said sugar is of the devil. Oh, how I should’ve listened to her. But there I was at the Cock and Bull Pub when the wind blew the door open. The hand of the devil himself placed Pierre von Minzle in Whitechapel and brought him to me, to escort me straight to hell. Pierre is a soulless demon and he changed me forever.
What a great story! I enjoyed this immensely - a dark tale, set in Victorian London, of four people brought together by voodoo mysticism and dark passions for the flesh. Two mysterious, foreign men, one a bokor's grandson, the other a zombie, and two London women, both prostitutes and now lovers, prey on the denizens of the town while they feed their urges. The story is well-written and told from the alternating perspectives of these four people.
My only wish was that the story were longer. I would love to read the continuation of their journey.
Vodoo, zombies and Whitechapel Fables of the reconstruction is an adult book. And you know what I mean by adult. I’d never thought about the possibilities of a forked tongue before but… I loved the atmosphere of the novel, set up in the Whitechapel of the Victorian era, and although it’s a rather brief book (the only downside of it) it manages to capture the seedy underworld of the Whitechapel of the time, where the rich and the poor interacted and everything was for sale. Although not a social commentary or denunciation of the time, the zombies become an extreme embodiment of the conditions of the deprived and underclass, used and consumed by those with more means. The seduction and power that come from the transformation are a form of empowerment that such characters would never have in that society, so divided. The male characters are intriguing and reminiscent of other worlds and cultures (voodoo, the American Reconstruction era), whilst the females, although initially appear as victims of the males, they are never just passive recipients of sex and violence, and have a mind of their own (even when their souls are under a spell). There is a great twist towards the end (I won’t say more as it would give too much away) and the actual end leaves plenty of possibilities open for more stories to come. And I do hope they come soon. Although not for the squeamish or those who don’t like to read erotica, I can recommend the book to everybody else wholeheartedly. And I will be looking forward to the new works of Hunter S Jones.
This is the first publication by Hunter S. Jones, and as such it's not bad at all. She has come up with an original take on the traditional zombie gore.
I had no idea what to expect from an erotic tale starring zombies. To my surprise I was pleasantly entertained. It is both a story of lust as well as one of love, or is it possession? It's wickedly short--read in a jiiffy--maybe a bit too short, because when it's over, it leaves you with a feeling that there should be more. I would say, "Hunter, give us part two!"
On the downside, the story begins with a prologue that needs not be there in my opinion, but once past that and the real story takes off, there's fun to be had. It's just that the fun could have been even more explicitly described than the writer did. Sometimes you feel robbed of an experience while on the other hand there's a bit too much told, which I'd rather lived through, submerged in the story rather than only reading it outside in.
I wanted to like this book, but for a novella of 56 pages, it was all over the place. Zombies in London made like an Ann Rice vampire, only they eat brains, not blood. The switching of Polly's speaking from using "me thinks" to "my dress" was inconsistent to her speech patterns. I am an over used word nazi and if there was ONE more *wink*, I was going to put it down. And then the whole person who everything was blamed on...really? It felt like the author took some of this, some of that, and mashed it all together. And the ending made very little sense, though I got it.
Hunter S Jones has delved into the dark side of Victorian London and created a zombie erotica the likes of which not even God could have imagined. The God here being a Creole Zombie Deity who looks after women of the night. These women, Mary and Poppy are prostitutes servicing the needy both rich and poor, both becoming trapped by the seductive pair of zombies Jean Paul and Pierre. The sex is steamy in the extreme, well written and intoxicating. Every sexual act imaginable is explored with equal vigour as Mary and Poppy become insatiable for their zombie masters' exquisite bodies. Once both prostitutes are turned to the cold side of the undead they prey on their marks not just for sex but for sustenance that leaves a bloody trail of bodies. But there is a hidden agenda at play, a plan to create an army of the undead and take over the world or .... I have to admit I was not expecting the incredible ending that left me breathless for more and to ponder what exactly had I just read in one sitting, unable to put down till the final page. Fables of the Reconstruction is a 5 out of 5 cold shower rating that left me weak-kneed and gasping for more.
Racy and imaginative storyline with compelling elements of history and intrigue! Definitely not just another sex romp. The characters in this book leave you wanting to know more about them. There is a distinct notion of a sequel or two, perhaps. Let's hope so. I can imagine the story being developed into a mini-series or movie.
I really like this book. It had an original and intriguing story that was steaming hot. The only reason it doesn't get 5 stars, is that it felt a bit rushed. It could easily have been much longer. I'm certainly going to check out the rest of the authors books.
This is definitely for the more mature reader and not for younger readers, but if you like edgy historical fiction and zombies, this is definitely an ambitious book that pulls it off. This is unique and captivating, an enjoyable read if you don't mind the graphic content.
A well written short story. Not the kind of book I would normally read. This is fast paced and takes you to foggy London for an erotic tale with supernatural influences. If you like zombies and erotica, this is something a bit different and definitely worth a read!
Life being so beautifully tiresome, we read to be free to be the more .. alive. And when to read is not enough we write, o how we write and write and write, because the tyranny of instincts insists we create to reconstruct its universal dream o fwhat it is to be anew within this primacy of primes .. alive.
Hunter S. Jones' Fables of the Reconstruction bit my neck and ate my brains.
I shall be reading it again.
A gone wrong honey badger of a novella, FABLES OF THE RECONSTRUCTION MAKES no apology for not wiping its feet when it dances into your life because - I tweet you not - your life exists for it to be.
Brilliant writing does not mimic life at its best because it is life at its best, being, as it is, at the core of that medium through which life perceives itself to be language.
On the face of it, FABLES OF THE RECONSTRUCTION is about four frotting zombies frotting and feasting their ravenous way through the hirsute fistula that was steampunk London's Whitechapel, circa 1890.
Perhaps life makes zombies of us all with its incessant BDSM demands for more, more, always MORE!
What are we to do? Become aesthetes? Poets? Loggoffs?
No. We obey, drain ourselves in the quest for more, become .. zombies. Take a look at th the 07:38 train from St.Albans into London's St.Pancras station: zombies, planning, craving, pursuing their next feast of whatever, success, sex, success, succsex. I tweet you not.
FABLES OF THE RECONSTRUCTION is an exhaustingly refreshing read. The wording is sweetly seductive, especially in the teasing early graphs, the undead characters live with startling vigour, and the structure, with it varied voices and mischievous ending cap-W-works.
I would have read it all without blinking save my wimpish Kindle swooned at the sheer sexual potency of the Huntress's locked and loaded life force.
This, for this reader, was the ultimate joy in all this: the sense of playing host to a supersexuality at the height of her creative powers, climaxing repeatedly through my synapses with a wink and a smirk.
To quote from another of The Hun's stories the read for me was a 'comustive coupling'. And - I tweet you not - this graph perfectly captures how it felt for me when I was done: 'My legs were still entwined around him as we dreamily returned from that place to which your mind retreats after your body is satisfied.' Metaphysically speaking of course.
More? You want more? Over to the story .. a few of my fave dabs:
'Minzle quite suddenly and beautifully danced into my life. He was really something. Full of life and mischief was he. And gorgeous; he was gorgeous.'
'..a body built for pleasure..'
'The demon tongue wrapped around my *li* .. like two delicate, small, wet fingers.'
'We exchanged this knowingness without saying one word.'
I commend FABLES OF THE RECONSTRUCTION to you. Some will fine it far too alive, stronger minds will be enlivened by it and crave more, amore, amore. *bows*
"Fables of the Reconstruction" by Hunter S. Jones is NOT for everyone (maybe not even R.E.M.). But if you're not offended by explicit human sexuality and sexual activity that is very well-written (libraries still carry "Lady Chatterley's Lover" don't they?),you should find this novella great fun. Well, as long as you don't mind a surprise side trip into Zombie Land (the treatment here is acceptable to those of us who aren't into the whole Zombie thing)! "Fables" also is much more satisfying than much of the erotica that is, well, just nothing more than pure erotica. The author and editor (authoress and editoress?) take us on a historical fiction explicit sexual adventure that has a surprise time-tripping feature (like I said, all great fun if you don't mind explicit sex and Zombie outreach---also, did I forget to mention that this is NOT going to make the Tea Party recommended list?). If you like your sex and your history educational, you will enjoy this fun book. And if you like (reading about) girls who actually enjoy sex, then you can---as I did---get a great deal of enjoyment imagining the authoress/editoress working yummily together and enjoying writing and re-writing detailed and varied and inventive sexual experiences. Alert for the squeamish: there IS some violence (maybe Tea Party acceptable after all?!?).
If you're in the mood for truly almost nothing but sex and a ton of winking then this is your book.
There is a plot here where zombies are mentally mixed with dracula, but it didn't do enough to distract me from the repetitive winking. This is no joke, a character winks every single page, sometimes more than once.
The writing style and nice descriptions of the sex scenes were nice and they hint that there may be a better tale from the author, but this is not it.
Short story about Zombie creatures in London with a craving for brains… Erotica scenes were ok. The grammar and such needed some addressing. The ending seemed off is the best description I could explain. I would normally rate a book like more around 2 to 2.5. Won this book during a Facebook contest with Tina, thank you.
I heard Hunter S. Jones had re-released Fables for the second anniversary of it's initial release. She's changed Pierre's last name to Minxle. I like that and it is so appropriate. This is such a stylized fable. It's full of history, sex, and surprises. Imagine if Tarantino made a movie set in Victorian London. This is that story.
I really enjoyed reading this erotic novella. I could not put it down or even take a break when I started reading. I loved how the story played out. The characters were great. Well written. A definite must read for a very hot novella. Recommended
The dark side of Victorian London, Hunter has created a zombie erotica. Although I am not a great fan of erotica this book drew me as I read on and left me in amazement not expecting a great ending. Recommended to fans of erotica reads.
I couldn't quite finish it. There were some switches in language that threw me off and the characters seemed a bit too wooden to me. I has potential though. 2.5/5
Jones re-leased this short book for the second anniversary of Fables of the Reconstruction's initial publication. After reading the blurb, I knew without a doubt that I had to read this story. What I thought might turn out to be a fun erotic romp set in Whitechapel London during the time of Jack the Ripper, wasn't that at all. It was so much better! I’m a reader who really loves a dark edgy tale, and that is exactly what Jones delivers. And what a great, unique premise! Sex & survival in the worst part of London during the Victorian era was horrific. What better place to use as the beginning of today's zombie population? The book really could've happened. That's not even getting into the more creative original parts of the story. You will love Pierre von Minxle, Mary Montague, Polly Poppet & Jean Paul Roussell as much as I did. Prepare to be surprised...
What I have to say about this story--> Ummmm, what the hale went on in the story, was she dreaming? What happened to Polly and Jean Paul... I didn't get the story, interesting take on zombie's... I think lol
Mary is a prostitute, first scene is her being bound and f*%k'd. Apparently she remains strong despite being used.....Mmmmm, not quite what I was looking for.
This book just proves that all erotica is not created equal. Hunter Jones is a mistress of her craft. Whether it is erotica, rock romance, poetry...you name it, she can write it. I loved this rather dark but very edgy book. Keep writing Ms. Jones..I'll keep reading!