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Louisa Burton

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Sept. 30 2008 Hidden Grotto (Book 3)
In this irresistibly seductive new book, Louisa Burton extends her most provocative invitation yet to the infamous Castle of the Hidden Grotto—a voluptuous sanctuary of pleasure and passion.

Hidden in a deep mountain valley in rural France is an ancient castle known only to an exclusive few. Here, four exquisitely beautiful immortals who thrive on carnal energy captivate and ravish their human visitors, fulfilling their darkest fantasies, their most secret hungers.

A chaste young British Jesuit poses as a landscaper to investigate centuries of rumored wickedness at the château, forcing him to confront the long-sublimated desires and urges seething beneath his own pious exterior.... The American daughter of the château’s dying administrator can’t bear the thought of succeeding her father, since it would mean playing matchmaker to the love of her life. The roots of her dilemma, and its possible solution, hark back to a weekend in 1972 when a group of free-loving hippies descended on the château for a few days of orgiastic revelry, where every convention was broken and nothing was taboo.

Step into the Castle of the Hidden Grotto and lose yourself in a realm of mystery, temptation, and intoxicating sensuality.

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  • Paperback: 320 pages
  • Publisher: Bantam (Sept. 30 2008)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0553385305
  • ISBN-13: 978-0553385304
  • Product Dimensions: 20.8 x 16 x 1.8 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 249 g
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #777,603 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

Louisa Burton is a painter, writer, and collector of rare books who travels extensively, but whose home is in New York. She is a lifelong devotee of Victorian erotica, history, and mythology. Of particular interest to Louisa are the beings known by demonologists and mythologists as Sexual Demons: incubi, succubi, satyrs, djinn, and vampires, among others. With the Hidden Grotto series, beginning with House of Dark Delights, Louisa is weaving those passions together into an epic work of erotic fiction.

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Chapter One


October 1829

"You want him," Elic murmured into Lili's ear.
               
Lili, lounging next to him on a damask and gilt chaise in le Salon Ambre, lifted her after-dinner brandy to her lips with a silky smile that was answer enough. "Shh. He'll hear."

Elic glanced across the candlelit room at the object of their attention, a grave young Englishman with large, watchful eyes. At the moment, he was rhapsodizing in his native tongue about the "rich volcanic soil" of Vallee de la Grotte Cachee while Archer listened raptly and Inigo, ever the peacock in a green and gold brocade waistcoat, his mop of black curls riotously unbound, stifled a yawn.

"I say, Beckett," Elic interjected when their visitor paused to take a breath. "Do you have any French?"

Beckett blinked at Elic, took a puff of his cigar, and said, "I confess, I never read it in school."

"How very curious," Lili said in that velvety, exotically accented voice that still, after all these years, sent a hot shiver of desire humming through Elic. "I thought all gently bred Englishmen knew French—not that I've any objection to conversing in English. It is quite as beautiful a language, in its own way."

"You're fucking him with your eyes," Elic told Lili in the French that had long ago replaced the languages of their birth.

"Can you blame me?" Darius leapt onto her lap, curled up in the crackling nest of her skirts, and yawned, displaying a mouthful of needle-sharp teeth. She glided her fingers through his dusky fur as she smiled at David Beckett.

"Can't quite see the appeal," Elic muttered. It wasn't true, of course. Beckett was a darkly handsome man with a stalwart physique set off to damnable advantage by a well-cut black tailcoat. And there was a certain stillness about him, a sense of strong feelings kept under wraps, that imparted a hint of the mysterious.

"Such lies are beneath you," Lili told Elic as she stroked Darius beneath his chin. "And your jealousy is absurd, my love, considering how many bedmates we've shared over the years. Absurd and surprising. Quite unlike you, really."

Turning away from Elic quite deliberately, she apologized to Beckett, in English, for having conducted that exchange in a language he couldn't understand.

The young man met Lili's eyes for a lightning-quick moment, then lowered his gaze to his brandy, which he swirled in a way that was meant to look thoughtful—though to Elic, it bespoke a deep discomfiture. He actually appeared to be blushing, though it was difficult to tell in the wavering candlelight.

From the moment David Beckett had been introduced to Lili upon his arrival that afternoon at Chateau de la Grotte Cachee, he had seemed gripped by an uneasy entrancement. It was hardly an unusual reaction among male visitors to the chateau. Ilutu-Lili, with her lustrous black hair, slumberous eyes, and easy sensuality, had a bewitching effect on men.

She had certainly bewitched Elic; for eighty years he had been caught in her spell. Tonight, with her hair secured by a diamond-crusted comb in a knot of loops and tumbling curls, her shoulders bared by the wide, sloping neckline of her gown—a confection of garnet silk with billowy gigot sleeves and a hand-span waist—she looked the very image of the goddess she truly was.

"What language did you study?" Elic asked Beckett.

"I've taken classes in Latin, Greek, Italian, and Hebrew, though of those tongues, the only ones of which I have a true command are Latin and Italian."

"Quite the well-schooled gardener," Elic said.

The taunt earned him a look of surprised amusement from Inigo and scowls from Archer and Lili. Beckett's gaze lit on Lili before returning to Elic, whom he studied for a long, hushed moment.

Shifting his lantern jaw uneasily, Archer said, "I would, er, hardly call our guest a gardener, given the scope of his expertise and the rather ambitious nature of his work."

Bartholomew Archer had just the year before succeeded his father as administrateur to Theophile Morel, Seigneur des Ombres, the elderly lord of Grotte Cachee and gardien to Elic and his three fellow Follets. Tall and thin as lath, the timorous Brit had yet to grow comfortable in his role as steward of Grotte Cachee; Elic wondered if he ever would.

Archer said, "I should think Mr. Beckett would be more correctly termed, er, a horticulturist."
Beckett said, "On the contrary, Mr. Archer, I infer no shame in the title of gardener. Humphrey Repton, who gave me my initial instruction in this field, styled himself a 'landscape gardener.' I am content to be called the same."

"Humphrey Repton trained you?" Archer said. "I'm impressed."

"Never heard of him," said Inigo, who, having a remarkable facility with languages, spoke English with no trace at all of an accent. Of Greek extraction, he had traveled all over the known world before being recruited in A.D. 14 to pose for the bathhouse statues at Grotte Cachee. He'd made his home there ever since.

Archer said, "Repton was famous for designing, or redesigning, the grounds of some of the finest estates in Britain. How came you to apprentice with him, Beckett?"

"I would hardly call it an apprenticeship," Beckett replied. "I was twelve years old at the time. My father had engaged him to devise a plan for improving the park and gardens at the country house he'd just purchased, which had been neglected for decades. This was in the late summer of 1816, two years before Mr. Repton went to his maker. He'd been injured in a carriage accident, so he needed a wheelchair to get around, and I used to push it for him while he sketched panoramic vistas. His aim was to create a natural but picturesque landscape, and he had impeccable instincts. He turned twelve-hundred dreary, overgrown acres into a veritable paradise. Whole areas were excavated and transformed, hundreds of trees were cut and planted, terraces were built, flower gardens installed."

Archer said, "I've seen Repton's work at Blaise Castle—extraordinary."

"How did he manage such rigorous work, being in a wheelchair?" Inigo asked.

"Oh, he didn't actually execute his designs," Beckett replied. "He was more of an advisor, coming up with the plans and leaving it to his clients to arrange for the actual work."

"Mr. Beckett works in much the same manner," Archer told the assembled company. "During his stay with us, he will inspect the grounds surrounding the castle and devise a scheme for improving them. Upon his return to England, he will prepare a book of notes, plans, and pictures in order that we may implement his ideas."

"It is a method I've borrowed from Mr. Repton," Beckett said. "For each client, he created what he called a 'Red Book,' because it was bound in red leather. The book would contain descriptions of what should be done, including detailed illustrations in watercolor depicting the grounds as they then existed, with vellum overlays showing how that particular area would look should his suggestions be implemented. When Mr. Repton discovered my aptitude for drawing and painting, he allowed me to help him with that end of things, and I found it fascinating. For years after that, I read everything I could get my hands on that had to do with botany, floriculture, architecture. And I painted landscapes, as Mr. Repton had advised, to help develop my sense of natural aesthetics."

 "You made a study of these things at university, I suppose?" Lili asked him as she scratched the purring Darius behind his ears.

"I confess I did not. I say, what an agreeable cat. My mother had one, but it hissed at me whenever I would try to pick it up."

"I am afraid my friend here will do the same," Lili warned. "He might even bite you should you get too close. He hates being touched by strangers."

"What did you study?" Elic asked Beckett.

The young man pinned Elic with a brief, trenchant look, as if sizing him up. "It had always been assumed that I would read theology."

Elic hated the way Lili gazed at Beckett, her eyes sparking, her color high. He didn't blame her for her appetites; she could no more ignore them than he could ignore his own. But when the object of that hunger held her in such utter thrall, when there was little doubt just how desperately she ached to possess him, it incited in Elic a primal, almost human covetousness. There was no restraining her when her lust for an exceptionally desirable male—a gabru in her extinct Akkadian tongue—ran this hot, no way to keep her from stealing into his bedchamber during the night and ravishing him as he lay immobilized, or partially so, by one of her ancient Babylonian spells.

Were Elic capable of making love to Lil—really making love—he might have some chance of keeping her all to himself. As an alfr, he should have been able to bed humans and Follets alike, but a chance dusian mutation had skewed his elfin physiology in the womb. No dusios could ease his constant, seething lust save between the legs of a human female. It was a factor in the blood itself, which would literally recoil, draining from his organ the moment he attempted to penetrate a nonhuman. No blood, no erection. No erection, no intercourse.

Regardless of how aroused Lili made him, how achingly hard, the moment he tried to enter her, he would wilt. He could pleasure her only with his hands and his mouth, although from time to time he would join her when she took her human quarry, caressing her, kissing her, and whispering his love into her ear a...

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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Burton just keeps getting better Oct. 2 2008
By wiredweird - Published on Amazon.com
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Burton's third installment in Grotte Cachée series is the best so far. These two stories, Certain Devils and Satisfaction, both do what I want in a story: they create characters that I care about, responding in believable ways. These stories reuse slightly supernatural characters from the earlier books, too, the gods and goddesses (or something like) who seclude themselves in this distant corner of France. These stories do something else that I like, too: they create and sustain an erotic intensity sure to seduce any willing reader, possibly more than once.

The first of these stories is a seduction itself. An intense young man enters the chateau, determined to unearth its secrets. He arrives already certain of what those secrets are - and dead wrong, at least in every way that matters. It turns out that what he came for isn't so very secret and, in the end, he unearths his true self to himself.

After that first story's claustrophobic focus on just one character, the second widens the perspective. Many characters play their roles. In fact, central characters play several roles, separated by decades in time. Burton weaves these many strands together gracefully, just as well as she followed the thread of one character in the first story. And, in both cases, dramatic tension resolution move at an easy and rewarding pace.

That pace leaves lots of room for carnal interactions, which Burton scripts in loving detail. The players enter their play willingly (mostly) and happily. That wasn't always true in her earlier writing, and I find it much easier to enjoy.

You could probably read these books in any order. Although the eternal characters remain constant throughout, the separate vignettes occur at widely spaced times. Overall development of the series comes more as a filling-in of detail, not a strictly chronological continuity. As a result, newcomers find equal welcome no matter where in the series they start. I recommend this to any reader who enjoys adult themes, and who has the privacy in which to enjoy them fully.

-- wiredweird
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars There's nothing inherently dirty about sex, but if you try real hard and use your imagination you can overcome that.-L.Grizzard Oct. 2 2008
By Cherise Everhard - Published on Amazon.com
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Enter into the Château de la Grotte Cachée (the castle of the hidden grotto), a secluded castle in France. It is the administrateur's job to provide carnal nourishment for the immortals or Follets, which live there; a djinni (shape shifter), a Nordic elf, the Goddess of the new moon and a satyr. Sex from mortals is something they can't live without. But because of their delicate status, they also require a protection and privacy of sorts. This book contains two stories detailing different individuals' experiences at the Grotto at different times.

Certain Devils - Elic, the Nordic elf who can change from man to woman, and Lili, the Goddess of the new moon and succubus, have been a couple for hundreds of years. One of Elics immortal quirks is that he can't have sex with another immortal/Follet. He and Lili have learned to work around that, mostly by bringing mortals into their bed. Over the years they have shared hundreds of lovers.

When David Beckett, a Jesuit demon hunter, shows up at the Grotto disguised as a landscape artist, Lili is not only physically attracted to him, but finds herself besotted with the young man. This brings out the jealousy in Elic and causes problems in their comfortable love life.

Satisfaction - Isabel's father has been the adminstrateur to the Chateau and the Follets for many years. It is a family tradition that has been past down from one generation to the next. He is dying now and is content because he thinks that his daughter is going to take over his post. She's not. Part of the job involves finding mortal playmates for the Follets; the other part involves finding a gifted woman to make a marriage/love match for the guardian of the Follets, Adrien, so that he can produce more gifted children that can carry on the family tradition. Isabel won't do this job because she has been in love with Adrien since they were teens. She knows she can't have him, that doesn't mean that finding someone for him to have is something easy for her to do.

This story weaves a present day Grotto story with a glance back to the Grotto in the 1970's when Isabel's mother and father met. It is also a continuation from the last story in the second book of the series.

I loved the second book, Bound in Moonlight, I found it a highly entertaining and sexy read. However, this book surpasses that, easily. All the elements that I loved in the first book are here; steamy sexual encounters, fascinating chateau guests and the charming and playful follets. What's not in this book is an overload of the bondage and S&M type lovin' that got a little too much for me in the previous book.

Her sex scenes in both books are excitingly explicit and gratifyingly graphic. But her storylines in this one are by far her best. In this book she added more detail and emotions to the characters, making them come alive. It's definitely still a highly erotic tale, but this time you get a more captivating story and the characters mean more to you; definitely a bonus.

In between the pulse accelerating sex scenes I actually found myself laughing and crying a few times. She added a bit of romance and heart to some of the sex this time around. Whispers of the Flesh is everything I love about Erotica; a seamless blend of flesh, fantasy and reality.

Cherise Everhard, October 2008
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
4.0 out of 5 stars Two Novella's Dec 5 2008
By Kristi Ahlers - Published on Amazon.com
Format:Paperback
A young Jesuit in training named David arrives at the Château de la Grotte Cachée, home to beautiful immortals that survive on mortal sensuality. He is there to investigate whispers of demon behavior. He finds so much more then demon behavior he finds himself and David will never be the same after this trip.

The second novella included in this title takes place in the same location several years later. The Château's administer is dying and his daughter Isabel is going to take over his position. Isabel is not terribly thrilled with her new responsibilities since it includes finding the man that she loves other women. Through flash backs we learn a little more regarding the history of this castle and its occupants and Isabel may just find out she can have her happy ending.

This is an intriguing collection of stories. Since I have not read any previous titles I feel pretty confident that you can read them out of order...although I am sure that reading them in the correct order will no doubt enrich the tales. These stories are very sensual in nature, but Ms. Burton's writing is very lyrical and this adds to the "flavor" of the stories. I personally found the second story a little bit more enthralling but both are entertaining in their own right.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
4.0 out of 5 stars Two stories of sensuality Nov. 20 2008
By Helen Hancox - Published on Amazon.com
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'Whispers of the Flesh' contains two separate stories that are linked through the location in which they are set, the infamous Castle of the Hidden Grotto in France. The first story, based in the 19th Century, features David Beckett, a young Jesuit priest-in-training who is visiting the grotto to investigate reports of demons there. David has been one of the church's demon investigators for many years but is visiting in the guise of a landscape gardener to cover his investigations. David may uncover rather more than he expects and, not only that, he may find the very people he is searching for are not as evil as he previously thought.

The second story occurs in the present day where the current administrator of the castle lies dying. His daughter, Isabel, is at his bedside but can't quite ignore the man that she loves who is in charge of the castle. Unfortunately, despite the fact they both love each other, she and Adrien cannot be together as he has to marry one of the 'Gifted', mortals who see auras and more, and Isabel's father isn't Gifted (although her mother is). But as we travel back thirty years in the memory of a friend of the dying man's, to a special house-party with a large group of free-spirited people, we learn more about the history of these people and Isabel may find things are a little different than she thought.

Both stories are well-written and the historical one felt reasonably researched. The plots in both had their interesting aspects although I felt the story of David Beckett rather fizzled out at the end. There were several characters in both stories about whom we learned little and I wondered if the author is planning to write more about this group of people. In line with this genre of book there was a lot of sex and I did feel that, particularly in the second book, much of it was gratuitous and unnecessary to the plot - we learned a lot about the dying man's nurse's sexual adventures, for example, and not all that much about our hero and heroine. However the quality of writing of this book marked it above many others and the second story was particularly effective in slowly unfolding history and how events many years before affected people today.

Originally published for Curled Up With A Good Book © Helen Hancox 2008
2 of 3 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Whispers of the Flesh April 8 2009
By M. Nix - Published on Amazon.com
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Château de la Grotte Cachée, the Castle of the Hidden Grotto, is home to four immortals with voracious appetites for sex. Darius, recluse, shape-shifter and healer, is a djinn who upon being touched by a human, must fulfill their innermost desire. Lili is a succubus and craves sex like a woman yearns for a perfectly fitting bra. Elic, LIli's lover, needs sex as well but can only find satisfaction with a human; alas, he and Lili have a relationship built on love, partner-sharing, and mutual masturbation. Elic also has another unique trait. He can transform into "Elle", a female who has sex with males, then can convert back to "Elic" and impregnate a human female with the semen he stole. And then there's Inigo, a satyr who'll take whomever he can get: male, female, other immortals.

Three tales take place in this novel; the latter two are intertwined with flashbacks. The year is 1829. David Beckett, a Jesuit-in-training, arrives at the chateau with the goal of redesigning the castle's gardens. But he also has a secret mission. Reports have reached the Vatican of orgies, demon possession, and debauchery. David must uncover what is true and what is false. But with Lili setting her sights on him, it's going to be difficult to hold to his self-imposed vows.

Part two takes place in modern times. Emmett Archer is dying. Isabel Archer, daughter and heir to the administration of the chateau, wants nothing to do with the immortals. You see, the heir would be responsible for finding Adrien, the seigneur of Grotte Cachée, a Gifted wife. Since Isabel is madly in love with Adrien, finding him a mate is on her to-do list right below cleaning the London Tower latrines. At thirty-five, Isabel's biological clock is ticking down. Using her father's illness to return home, she seduces Adrien in the hopes of becoming pregnant with his child, not that she'd ever let him know if she did.

Chloe is Emmett's ding-bat nurse's aid whose sexual appetites match the immortals, but whose sensibilities and dereliction of duty make you hope she drowns in one of the chateau's springs or ponds (unfortunately, she doesn't). Grace Garvey, a unique lesbian lady I wish the book would have shown more of, is the second nurse's aid and the eventual recipient of one of the immortal's "gifts".

I can't give you much more without spilling the proverbial beans, but I can say everyone (but maybe Chloe and who cares about her? I guarantee you won't) winds up having a happily ever after. Break out the champagne.

Whispers of the Flesh is book three of the Castle of the Hidden Grotto series, but stands quite nicely on its own. I haven't read the earlier two books, but if Whispers of the Flesh is an indication of the quality of the other two, I'll be checking them out shortly. Erotic? Definitely yes. Has a plot? For the most part, yes, though none of the tales have exceptionally complex nuances. Characters well written? Yes, again. Well edited? Yep. And Ms. Burton manages to convey a lot of information without info-dumping. Hurrahs all around.

At first, the thought of a Jesuit-in-training being deflowered by a succubus struck me as crass and dancing on forbidden ground, but Ms. Burton handles the tale remarkably well. Bondage, creative toys, body painting, threesomes, anal play, male-male, female-female: Whispers of the Flesh is a chocolate box full of sexual treats. My favorite quote: "The ceremonial consumption of these intoxicants induces a trancelike euphoria and diminished inhibitions. In this state of intoxication, the clan performs the sacred fertility rite, a period of ecstatic dancing followed by indiscriminate mating." (Hint: it actually refers to a bunch of high naked hippies dancing around a bonfire.) If you are in the mood for quality erotica, Whispers of the Flesh will not disappoint. Well done, Ms. Burton

Chris
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