Title: The Bluebird and the Devil
Author Name: Zac Blue
Publication Date & Length: October 2, 2014 – 44pgs
Prior to the events of Jane Eyre, Grace Poole is drawn into the mystery surrounding her employer’s marriage as she becomes sexually entangled with both the dark, enigmatic Mr. Rochester and his virgin wife.
Nineteen-year-old Grace Poole knows the unspoken rules of Victorian society.
It is the right of the nobility to act as their desires dictate, a luxury denied to those who serve them. Grace, however, refuses to be bound by her station; and from the moment she arrives at Thornfield Hall, the bisexual maid seduces footmen and maids alike even as she wonders when the elusive Mr. Rochester will return home and demand from her that which all masters invariably do.
Bertha Rochester is the dark, voluptuous and shockingly innocent mistress of Thornfield.
Under the orders of her absent husband, she is kept pampered and isolated in her third floor rooms. The servants whisper about the young mistress who, despite her married status, remains a virgin.
The temptation of a virgin mistress is one which Grace cannot resist, yet love is an indulgence she can ill afford.
She attempts to master her feelings as she initiates Bertha into her world of wanton, dark desire. Unwilling to allow love to make her weak, Grace continues her seduction of the household’s servants, with no regard for Victorian propriety, as part of her plan to free both women from the tyranny of the absent master of Thornfield. Her scheme culminates in a decadent bisexual orgy where several of Thornfield’s male servants make a cuckold of the still-absent Mr. Rochester.
The full ramifications of that night, however, will not be felt until Rochester returns to Thornfield.
- Can you describe in detail what your writing environment is like?
My writing environment is my mind. Oh wait, stop raising eyebrows and rolling eyes! I work so much in my head before I write that everything is built there, including my plush Victorian library with a roaring blood red hearth, high wing backed chairs and a large writing desk, with quills and wells brimming with red ink.
- Is there one of your characters that you relate to (from any of your works)? Why?
I brood like Mr. Rochester and fuck like Grace Poole. Of course they are not ‘my’ characters as such, but in my books I control them and mutate them and pull them from Bronte’s world and put them in dark, sexy places and watch them play.
- If you couldn’t be an author, what would you do instead?
Wow, that is a tough one. Writing is essential to my existence. I’d be pretty much lost, wandering the moors for my lost love…oh wait, wrong Bronte.
- Is there anything that you learned during the writing process that you wish you had known before hand?
Every time I write I learn something and sometimes you find dead ends in your work and have to unpick the stitches and start again, but that dead end is now signposted and I won’t travel that road again, so no journey is ever wasted.
- Is there anything that you wish you could change about your book now that it is out?
I am lucky to have a brilliant editor who worked with me on the book and has a meticulous eye for detail and I knew going in how the Thornfield trilogy would progress so I can honestly say that I am 100 percent happy with The Bluebird and the Devil.
- How do you come up with new ideas for your story?
I read between the lines of literary classics and see the seamy side and document the sin.
- What’s next for you as a writer?
Part two of the Thornfield trilogy The Mistress of Thornfield will be out hopefully next month. It continues Grace’s story, with the arrival of a mysterious gypsy, the descent of Mrs. Rochester into cruel vicious madness and lots of hot sex!
- Where do you live? Do you think this influences how or what you write?
In the countryside. It is very isolated and at night I walk and plan my writing for the next day, I think the dark desolation is perfect for the twisted tales of Thornfield.
- What is your favorite genre outside of the one you write in? Why?
I love the literary classics that inspire my writing. I have read them since I was a child and now they are like blueprints helping me to unlock my own little universes within them of hidden desires and sexual longing.
- Do you have any vices? Shoes, coffee, shopping…etc?
My whole life is one big vice.
I’m going to have to stop saying “I don’t read [X genre]” because every time I say that, I read something and get surprised by how much I enjoy it.
This is essentially pure literary erotica–there’s not really much of a plot. I love all things Jane Eyre, so I figured I’d take a chance despite not being a fan of plotless erotica. This was a fun, short read.
The best way I can think to describe it is Masterpiece Theater meets Free Internet Porn. It had all the best elements of both–the old-fashioned literary setting and the hot, delicious, way over-the-top sex. If you want an erotically charged book companion on a lazy Saturday, this is a good choice.
My only complaint was the first sex scene. It’s outright rape, and I dislike when writers get lazy and use rape as a lead-in to lust/love. There are far better ways to accomplish the same thing. In fact, this was set up in a way that it could have been completely consensual–the rape was unnecessary. For me, that makes this book drop an entire star rating.
I’m looking forward to the continuation of the series.
I give it 4 stars.
This was a quick and easy read. There isn’t much story line there, it’s basically PWP (Plot? What Plot?) if you’re from the fanfiction world, which is exactly how this reads. Really good fanfiction.
This story is erotica, short, simple, sweet, hot and heavy. It stems from the Jane Eyre and is a bisexual piece. Two reasons why I picked it up. I was not disappointed. I would have preferred more plot, mostly because I prefer erotic romance over erotica, but this piece definitely satisfied.
There were times when I felt drawn out of the book. There’s an abundance of wetness and leaking and being wet through clothes that, honestly, just doesn’t every happen or get anywhere near where it does in this piece in real life. There’s also an obsession with boobs and their size and perkiness that isn’t seen from most POVs of women–because again, I find it unrealistic.
However, this story did draw me in. I was curious what Grace’s plans were, though I think that could have been laid out (pun intended) in the piece better. She seemed to go from wanting sex with everyone and having it more than a paid prostitute, to the transverse of being in love and willing to kill for it without transition.
All in all, this book and books like it, should not be read for the plot. They’re read for the sex and the “banging” as Mugwump Press so wants. It is a quick, fast, sexy read, and I really can’t wait for the next two installments.
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Bertha lowered her head, but her eyes never left Grace’s. She saw the love and the desire; it made her even more certain of her actions.
“He says I can never be touched in that way. That I am evil and it will ignite dark demons inside me.” Bertha’s head was still lowered.
Grace took her face in her hands and raised it up and pulled it close to hers. “He is the evil one, my sweet little thing. He denies you what is your right as a woman and a wife, so we will take his rights and that will just be the start of it.”
Bertha was trembling, her eyes wide and afraid. “What are you going to do? Oh Grace, he is the master; he is a man. We are just women.”
“He shall be a cuckold, not a man, and I shall show him who is the master of Thornfield.”
Publisher’s Note: The Bluebird and the Devil is a 12,000 word Victorian erotic short. Book one of three in a trilogy. Contains explicit heterosexual and lesbian sex as well as an orgy involving bisexual women and straight men. A dark Gothic tale with elements of sexual violence, this is not Charlotte Brontë’s Mr. Rochester
Zachary Bluebird III lives in the burnt out ruin of his imagination after his crazy ex-wife tried to set it on fire. She may still be running round on the third floor of his psyche somewhere. He writes erotica with a literary twist that sometimes gets very twisted. He is a slave to the Mugwump ethos of banging it hard. He has lots of headaches and sore thumbs, but wouldn’t have it any other way.