Seymour Stevens

The dirty weekend in Devon was off to a good start. What could go wrong? A trip to the court of Camelot, complete with sex powered magical elves, amorous dragons, dryads, mermaids and a lovelorn ogress. That’s what!
Sir Galahad is on a quest, to find and fuck the Holy Grail. It sounded simple enough, but a phantom archer, armed with Cupid’s bow and arrows, complicates matters. Not only that, but the Grail herself seems less than convinced by the plan!
As Galahad continues his search, he puts in plenty of practice, hoping the Holy Grail will change her mind and allow him to fulfil his mission.
A Song of Camelot is a novel for all those big boys and girls that always thought Peter Pan was a prick, but still refused to grow up themselves. Which is not to say we didn’t all fancy the knickers off Tinkerbell!
Please Note - I once picked up a stinker of a review from a reader with zero sense of humour who thought he was going to give his right arm some exercise. So let me be clear. A Song of Camelot is a light British comedy of errors. Titillating not torrid. Suggestive and salacious, but not masturbatory. If you like a bit of fun, please engage your sense of humour and go right ahead and read.