Saturday, 29 June 2013

Erotica writer Kay Jaybee shares a secret - and it's very naughty!

The Truth Behind Tania
- The Bitch from Making Him Wait!!
Thanks ever so much for inviting me over to your fab site today Elizabeth to share a secret about one my characters from my BDSM romance, Making Him Wait.

Maddie Templeton has always been an unconventional artist. Themes of submission and domination pulse through her erotic artwork, and she’s happily explored these lustful themes both on and off the canvas.
But, when Theo Hunter enters her life, she is presented with a new challenge. Maddie sets out to test his resolve as she teases, torments and toys with him. But, as Maddie drives Theo to breaking point, she soon becomes unsure whether her own resolve will hold out!
At the same time, Maddie must put on the exhibition of a lifetime. As the hottest gallery in town clamours for her best work, Maddie pushes her models harder and higher until they are physically, sexually and emotionally exhausted. Will Maddie’s models continue to submit to her, or will she push them too far? And will she be ready for the exhibition in time?
The only way to find out is to wait and see…and the waiting only makes it sweeter!

There is a well known saying in the writing world- well, it’s written across one of my t-shirts anyway- ‘Careful or you’ll end up in my novel!’

And it’s true! A writer has a million ways of taking his or her revenge on someone who has wronged them- and what a wonderfully safe way to do so!

When I was a teenager I committed the ultimate sin- I enjoyed school!! How dare I?!! As a result, I was bullied by a particularly unpleasant pupil. She was however, very shrewd, very pretty, and extremely good at hiding her nastiness- as a result, no one would ever have believed how utterly foul she was to me. I put up with so much- but now, all these years later, I’ve had my revenge in the shape of Tania, the manipulative self-serving ex girlfriend of Maddie, the artist heroine of the tale.

Here’s a little extract introducing Tania- Maddie has been forced to ask her to model for some of her art- but she hadn’t banked on Tania moving herself into her studio...

Always sluggish in the mornings, Tania was exactly where Maddie had known she would be. Curled up in the studio’s double bed, covered in only a single thin cotton sheet, which suggestively highlighted every contour of her lithe body.
Tania’s crystal-cut eyes might have been closed, but Maddie was convinced that she was awake. This was an old ploy. Her I’m-all-curled-up-and-am-adorably-ravishable-when-asleep look.
Maddie’s vulva quivered without permission from her brain, forcing her to exhale slowly. Allowing her body to both register and accept its desire to let Tania make love to her in her own special way, but also to understand that was not going to happen, Maddie made herself focus entirely on her easel.
The previous evening, determined to get Tania out of her life again as soon as possible, Maddie had placed Tania in position: standing in her bright cerise silk underwear, her red hair piled high in a swishing horsetail on the very top of her head, her arm raised and a black riding whip held aloft.
While Tania waxed lyrical about how fantastic and successful the past months had been, about how many “just fabulous darling” photographers she had posed for and then slept with and how her current tan had been “topped up on Mauritius, babe – you should try it”, Maddie collected up some black and pink felt-tip pens of varying nib thicknesses and lined them up next to the easel.
Then, closing her ears to Tania’s self-obsessed boasting (most of which Maddie suspected was exaggerated for effect) and denying her own body’s treacherous insistence that it could benefit from being on the receiving end of Tania’s expert whip action, Maddie phoned Freya. Having explained about the fast approaching art exhibition, she invited the blonde to pose for her the following afternoon alongside Sara. This meant that Maddie only had a short time in which to finish the 1920s style poster she was creating of Tania in mid-lash.
“For heaven’s sake! It’s ten o’clock in the morning. Get up will you! I’m on a deadline here.”
“All right, all right!!” Tania affected her trademark pouty sulk that instantly managed to annoy the hell out of Maddie, even though she hadn’t had to put up with it for months.
“Stop behaving like a spoiled brat. You’re nearly forty, not ten!”
“Ouch!” Tania sat up in the bed, deliberately allowing the bed sheet to fall so that the artist was treated to a view of two ample tits pointing invitingly in her direction.
Maddie couldn’t help but laugh. It was all so obvious. “Still collecting all your seduction moves from bad porn films then.”
“You used to like bad porn films.”
“I still do, but I don’t want to live in one!”
“Ouch times two!” Tania waggled a finger towards Maddie as if she was telling her off for being naughty. “Don’t be nasty darling, it doesn’t suit you. Why don’t you pop over here and I’ll give you a little spanking.” Tania cocked her head to one side. “You know you want to. Your succulent bottom has been dying for the slap of my palm since I walked through your door. No point in denying it – I can tell these things.”
Maddie had no intention of denying it. “Of course I bloody do! I want to do a whole lot of things. But what I want to do and what I allow myself to do are entirely different things. Right now I have to finish this poster. So will you haul yourself out of that bed, put some underwear on and get into position.”
Groaning, Tania swept her long sleek hair into its usual high ponytail and padded naked, with deliberately tempting wiggles of her rear, across the carpet. “Alright if I use the bathroom first, is it?”
“Just don’t be your usual two hours!”
Tania snorted derisively and, continuing to sway her hips provocatively, walked towards the stairs. As she reached the top rung she turned. “How come you’ve gone so cold? You were always in control of yourself, but not like this.”
“I had a good teacher.” Maddie’s pulse thudded in her throat, annoyed at the effect her ex-lover’s succulent flesh still had on her.
By the time Tania reappeared – stark naked, but now washed and made-up in such a fashion that would pass muster on any Hollywood film set – Maddie had prepared, undercoated and set aside two canvases to dry for later use.
Tania, who was taking her time putting on the bra and panties she’d been drawn in the day before, took a swig of her now cold coffee. Then, blatantly basking in the irritation of her companion, she picked up her whip and, as if she had never moved, adopted exactly the same posture as the day before, down to the last millimetre.
Maddie couldn’t help but be impressed. This was why she had got Tania back here. She might be a self-serving pain in the backside, but she was bloody good at her job.
As the strokes of her pens squeaked satisfyingly over the board, fuchsia-pink lines overlaying and highlighting strokes of black with neat precision, Maddie found that her pen knew where to go from memory alone. She had drawn, painted and chalked Tania so often that her usual meditation-like state of concentration simply wasn’t required.
The silence of the room, broken only by the swish of Maddie’s pens against the board as they captured the muscles in the model’s raised arm, was disturbed as Tania asked, “So, do you fuck all your clients and models these days or just some of them?”
Refusing to be stung by the sluttish implication of Tania’s words, Maddie replied, “I have been known to use sex to help some of my clients and models relax.”
“How convenient for you.” Tania’s voice was light – too light – and Maddie could detect the old familiar, carefully contained, brittle jealousy racing to the surface.
“It is, isn’t it? Save’s me the stress of having a paranoid lover.”
“I was not paranoid!” Tania snapped, without moving. “I believe in monogamy, that’s all.”
“Of course you do, Tan.” Maddie put down the thick marker she’d been using to outline the curve of her ex’s legs and picked up a thinner one to accentuate her surgically enhanced lips. “And your version of monogamy is so much more interesting than everyone else’s isn’t it?”

Ohhhhh- that Tania is a piece of work!!! And believe me she gets worse!! But don’t worry, she doesn’t get everything her own way...

So- let that be a lesson to you! Never upset a writer, because they might kill you off, torture you, or throw you into a dark dank dungeon forever!! In fact, to be on the safe side, be nice to everyone, just in case they become a writer in the never know!!!

Thanks again Elizabeth,
Kay xxx

Kay Jaybee wrote the novels Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), The Perfect Submissive (Xcite 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 70 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.
Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at
You can follow Kay on Twitter- kay_jaybee, Facebook Goodreads- and the Brit Babes Site-

Tuesday, 18 June 2013

Words and Actions: Blog Post Rewind

This post first appeared on on 8.2.13

Some years ago, when I was dating, I admit I got a mischievous thrill telling prospective guys what I did.  You know how it goes:

“So, you’re a writer?  Cool.”
“What kind of things do you write, then?”
“Erotica.  I like writing about raunchy sex.”

Seeing the expression on their faces was almost as much fun as when I told them I taught pole dance!  It was a great icebreaker for a night of flirting.  And prick teasing.  For some guys, it created a certain expectation about the kind of evening they were in for.  Which is interesting in itself.

At a writer’s lunch I was asked if I wore anything in particular to get me in the mood to write smut.  It was tempting to say, “Yes, my black rubber cat suit,” or “I sit at the computer wearing nothing but my open crotch knickers.”

I actually replied with the suitably ambiguous, “I wear whatever I consider normal for a day at work.”  Keeps them guessing!

In all honesty, my favoured attire, especially on a winter morning, is a big fluffy dressing gown and purple boot slippers.  Not very sexy.  Oh, but did I forget to add that beneath it, I am totally naked, my soft, smooth, flesh warm and inviting, my voluptuous breasts straining against the creamy-coloured fabric, my nipples hard and my clit hungry… I love the power of words! 

Wearing inappropriate clothing can get you into trouble – as Alys soon discovers in this extract from the short story, Words and Actions from Second Helpings.

Extract from Words and Actions
‘So what do you do, Lee?’ I asked, pushing a wisp of hair from my eyes.
‘I teach yoga,’ he replied. ‘Now, how do you fancy a long, cool drink?’
I thought that the bulge in his loose fitting trousers seemed bigger than before and I wanted to say, ‘Actually, I fancy a long, slow fuck.’ Instead, smiling sweetly I replied, ‘A cold drink would be lovely, thanks. It’s rather hot in here.’
He grinned, showing perfect white teeth, before disappearing into the kitchen.
I gazed out over the balcony onto the river below. The sun was about to set and the water sparkled beneath its fading golden rays.
‘Great view, isn’t it?’ I heard him say, and as I turned I noticed that his eyes were focused on my bare, tanned legs. I took the slim, narrow glass he offered and sipped the sweet cranberry juice and crushed ice.
‘Yoga’s great for keeping fit, isn’t it?’ he remarked.
‘Yes, and useful for those tricky bondage positions,’ I flirted, suddenly convinced he’d spiked my drink. ‘According to my flatmate, Rachel,’ I added hastily. I took an indelicate swig of my cranberry juice.
‘What’s your favourite position, then? In yoga, of course,’ he joked.
‘I tend to remember the ones I can’t do – like the butterfly and the tortoise. I can’t get my legs to open that wide.’ I stopped myself, suddenly self-conscious and eyed the cranberry juice even more suspiciously.
‘Really?’ Lee responded. ‘If you want to show me what happens when you attempt these Asanas I can try to help.’
He was standing closer, so close I could feel his breath on my neck. ‘I don’t know….’ I hesitated, torn between caution and lust. I fancied the arse off him.
‘We’d need to go back into the yoga room and use the mat,’ he pointed out. ‘This polished wood floor is too slippery.’
I took his hand and followed him into the bare, tranquil room. ‘Let me see your triangle,’ he said firmly.
‘Excuse me?’
‘The triangle pose.’ He smiled mischievously. ‘What did you think I meant?’
Tentatively, I opened my legs and stretched my right arm above my head before bending over to the left side, sliding my left hand down my thigh towards my ankle.
‘Like this?’ I asked, conscious that my dress had risen up my right thigh.
‘Open your legs wider,’ he instructed. ‘That’s better.’
I felt a tingling in my clitoris, wondering if he’d get a glimpse of my flesh-coloured thong, so small it hardly justified its existence as an item of clothing.
‘Stretch further. Your body should form a straight line, parallel to the floor, from your waist to your fingertips.’
‘Perhaps a short dress isn’t really the thing for yoga positions.’
‘Actually, I think it’s ideal,’ he murmured, moving his hands over my hips and down the curve of my thighs….


Surely everyone deserves a second chance? Second Helpings: Three sexy stories. Quirky, romantic erotica with a twist. 

Words and Actions
Alys’s drunken one night stand with an ex-boyfriend puts her relationship with her beloved partner Lee in jeopardy, leaving her desperate to put things right. On the way to a party, their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere on a dark and stormy night and Lee’s unexpected behaviour is both surprising and arousing….

Two Hearts
Lucy knows deep down that her passionate affair with married businessman Callum is going nowhere, but when he suggests an erotic encounter in a graveyard, what happens next leads Lucy to a sexy stranger who may be the one to find her heart. 

Second Helpings
Shannon and Jay’s sex life has taken a nose dive so Shannon decides it’s time to spice things up. But an invitation to dinner with Jay’s sophisticated parents leads to an evening full of raunchy surprises – and a life changing decision.

More information/buy link: Available as an e-book from Amazon UK and US

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Sunday, 16 June 2013

Rock Your Soul by Sara Brookes

Today I'm hosting a blog tour for Rock Your Soul, from award-winning author Sara Brookes.....and the excerpt is really hot.....

Rock Your Soul by Sara Brookes

About the Book :

Beth has been scarred both inside and out by a sadistic Dom and has worked hard to put the pieces of her life back together. However, the successful disc jockey knows one piece doesn’t quite align. She yearns to submit and searches for the one Dom she’s convinced will help bring her to lusty new heights.
When Ryan agrees to assist Beth, he’s surprised by her determination to persevere. Intrigued, he pushes her limits by using his gifted carpenter’s hands to bring her wild, erotic pleasure. Ryan, though, has scars of his own, and a tragic past filled with death keeps him at a distance.
Two broken souls will find a way to heal together. Beth discovers what she needs in Ryan, and her journey mends Ryan’s heart. But when the life Beth abandoned rises from the shadows, Ryan realizes there’s something far worse than his tortuous past—a future without Beth.

Warning: Get your world rocked by two very tortured souls who come together in a blinding explosion of sensual passion that knows no bounds. Except when there are ropes, custom-carved floggers, glass dildos and motorcycle sex involved. Oh, and did I mention the m/f/m ménage scene? One can never have too many skilled men ready to lend a…hand.

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Book Excerpt:

“To your knees.”
She blinked, stunned at the power and command in his voice. As the control washed over her, she wanted to respond, but she found herself too annoyed things weren’t going according to plan. While she’d expected him to ask her questions to find out what he was in store for, she didn’t expect anything of this magnitude.
Angry, she returned his glare.
He smirked. The reaction caused her insides to turn to jelly, her vitriolic thoughts vanishing on the chilly night air. Why did he have to be so goddamned handsome and annoying at the same time?
“I suggest you listen if you want me to consider taking you on as I don’t like repeating myself. To. Your. Knees.”
She opened her mouth to protest and he tilted his head down just enough to give her another message. A very stern one she couldn’t help but listen to. He would not be ignored.
She dropped her hands to her sides and slowly lowered to her knees. The rough rocks immediately bit into her shins, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of showing him she was in pain. She heard the unmistakable sound of buttons popping on his jeans and looked up just in time to see him part the denim. What in the Sam hell did he intend to do? If he expected her to suck his dick right here and now, he’d better think again.
“Eyes down.”
The authority behind those two words coursed through her, compelling her to obey. It had been a long time since she’d had this kind of reaction. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she complied. The denim pooled around his ankles and she found herself staring at the pile.
Just as she started to wonder if Elena had been out of her mind to recommend this man, his hand slid against the top of her head. His touch was almost calming and, despite her annoyance, a feeling of tranquility washed over her. His fingers combed her hair, catching the elastic holder from her ponytail, pulling it free. He continued to run his fingers through the strands, fanning out her hair. She relaxed under his persistent touch. The pain in her legs melted away and she gave a soft sigh as her body started to quietly buzz.
The crunch of rocks jolted her back to the moment. She listened to him move away, leaving her alone on the rock path in front of his house.
What in the hell?
Beth looked to the left and her eyes widened in surprise as she spotted him. He strolled toward the small lake at the front corner of the field, towel swinging in his hand as he walked. Those jeans of his were at her feet and she now had an unobstructed view of his bare ass.
A very firm, very tan, perfectly formed ass.
Christ on a slinky going down an up escalator if he doesn’t look even better out of those jeans. Transfixed by the bunch and pull of the muscles in his thighs and butt as he walked over the uneven ground, she forgot her place and openly gawked.
When he reached the bank at the water’s edge, he dropped the towel and walked right into the lake. She expected him to dive under the surface, but instead he slowly moved until the water lapped as his hips. He sunk as if he were a knife cutting through the water, disappearing with no more than a quiet ripple disturbing the surface. The lake smoothed in seconds.
The only indication she ever had company were those damn jeans on the ground in front of her.

About the author
Sara Brookes is an award-winning author who has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story. Born and bred in Virginia, Sara still lives there with her husband and daughter. The entire family is owned by two cats, Galahad and Loki, who graciously allow the family to cater to their every desire.

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Monday, 10 June 2013

Do you get turned on when you write? Blog Post Rewind

This post first appeared on on 6.2.13

This is a question I have been asked before, both at writing events and by friends and colleagues.  Is writing erotica in itself an erotic act?  Or just a job?  I confess that my answer depends on what mood I’m in.  And how naughty I’m feeling at the time.
When I was working on my first ever collection of spanking BDSM stories (Kissing Velvet) I admit that, when feeling “written out” but dangerously close to my delivery deadline for the publisher, I took short breaks between computer sessions (my pc was in a cupboard in my bedroom – a great workplace) to lie on the bed, where I’d fantasise and masturbate to re-ignite me.  It worked. (I hope!).  And one of the highest compliments I was once paid by a reviewer was when she said reading my stories got her using her vibrator.  Praise indeed!

I have used some of my own sexual adventures as inspiration, and reliving them can be a turn-on. In such situations, I will sometimes break away from writing and play.  Of course, if I did this too often I would never get any work done….

Having illicit sex in a situation where you might get caught or discovered is erotic for lots of people, and for some reason, I’ve always had a thing about being naughty in a kitchen.  So I hope you enjoy this extract, where frustrated Shannon finds out that dinner parties can be more fun than she imagined. Best get back to my desk now….

Extract from Second Helpings

‘We shouldn’t be doing this,’ I protested, making a half-hearted effort to push him away.
‘Why not?’ he replied, his hands sliding down, caressing my bum, while his mouth found my neck, giving me an exquisite little nip behind my ear. ‘I’ve wanted to do this all evening.’
‘Me too,’ I groaned, grabbing his neck and kissing him roughly, our tongues exploring. Wrapping my arms around him, I pushed my breasts against his broad chest, my nipples already hard. As he rolled my tight dress up to my waist, slowly unsheathing me, I thought, ‘What if someone comes in?  What if Jay sees us?’ but it didn’t stop me. In fact, it made me feel even more turned on. I just wanted to eat him alive.
I was aware of music playing in the lounge, through the half open door, a passionate and energetic rock ballad, as Mr Elliot’s fingers carefully pulled my lacy black thong to one side, parting my moist pussy lips. I was vaguely aware too of raised voices, as Jay and his mother engaged in lively conversation. My host slipped two fingers inside me, groaning at the wetness they found while he lifted me onto the kitchen worktop. With his other hand, he quickly unzipped his trousers to reveal a rigid cock, impatient for action. I took it greedily in my mouth, sucking enthusiastically, deep throating him until, moaning softly, he suddenly pushed my head away and produced a shiny wrapper from his pocket. I was both shocked and amused at this, wondering if he was always so well-prepared – or had he planned this? I didn’t care though. I needed to be fucked. And hard. And now.


Surely everyone deserves a second chance? Second Helpings: Three sexy stories. Quirky, romantic erotica with a twist. 

Words and Actions
Alys’s drunken one night stand with an ex-boyfriend puts her relationship with her beloved partner Lee in jeopardy, leaving her desperate to put things right. On the way to a party, their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere on a dark and stormy night and Lee’s unexpected behaviour is both surprising and arousing….

Two Hearts
Lucy knows deep down that her passionate affair with married businessman Callum is going nowhere, but when he suggests an erotic encounter in a graveyard, what happens next leads Lucy to a sexy stranger who may be the one to find her heart. 

Second Helpings
Shannon and Jay’s sex life has taken a nose dive so Shannon decides it’s time to spice things up. But an invitation to dinner with Jay’s sophisticated parents leads to an evening full of raunchy surprises – and a life changing decision.

More information/buy link: Available as an e-book from Amazon UK and US

Friday, 7 June 2013

The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotic Stories, edited by Barbara Cardy

I'm very happy to be a blog tour host for The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotic Stories, edited by Barbara Cardy.  A wonderful editor, Barbara was hugely supportive in my early writing career in erotica and gave me a real confidence boost when I needed it.  
And I had a story in The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica some years do check this latest one, which is crammed full of new stories by a wealth of erotica writers. 

Seriously hot lesbian erotica from the top writers in the field – Olivia London, Lynn Lake, Catherine Lundoff, Eva Hore, Kannan Feng and Lucy Felthouse to name just a few. There are no fewer than 42 superbly-written stories in this bumper collection.
•             Chloe wasn’t the least bit worried about her job performance evaluation – sure, she was the bottom performer in terms of sales, but as she put it, ‘What a spankingly fine bottom it is!’
•             Wanting to get away from sexual temptation Natalie takes a job teaching exercise in a health hydro but fellow instructor Jade introduces her to some delicious extra-curricular activity . . .
•             While Little Lucy was licking her out in their shared cell, one of the top dogs was planning her fight with the Dragon Lady, but losing would mean a total humiliation in front of all the prison’s bottom feeders.
•             Tanya’s a shy girl, but her girlfriend knows exactly what shy girls need and she’s willing to use some very unfair tactics to get her way.
•             Emma was no stranger to BDSM, but being kidnapped by an unknown number of strangers was too much.
•             Rose is the perfect desperate housewife – rich, pampered and bored! She’s given a thrill when a young sales assistant does more than measure her inner thigh – she spreads them wide.
•             Amanda is a prim and proper librarian who fills her days stacking books and her evenings playing with herself under her desk.
•             Little Kaylee seeks an older woman’s advice about her recent love troubles, but the sensitive talk session soon becomes a show and tell.

·         BEWARE GREEKS BARING GIFTS by Vav Garnek
·         MEN! by Dominique James
·         INSTRUCTION by Courtney James
·         GOING SOLO by Alex Severn
·         COMING IN THREES by R. Mary Esade
·         ELEVATOR ECSTASY by Julia Jones
·         POMEGRANATES by Olivia London
·         MISS LAWRENCE by Alex Severn
·         THE FULL GYM EXPERIENCE by Lynn Lake
·         THE INNER CIRCLE by Lucy Felthouse
·         DRAGON by Lucinda Coombes
·         BOTTOM PERFORMER by Lynn Lake
·         LADIES WHO LUNCH by Catherine Lundoff
·         THE LEGACY OF LEGWARMERS by R. Mary Esade
·         SWEET DISCIPLINE by Jay Lawrence
·         ROLE-PLAY REVERSAL by Chris Westlake
·         HOLY MATRIMONY by Chloe Ramsay
·         WOMEN’S TOP FANTASIES by Dominique James
·         SERVING SARA by Angel Propps
·         SHY GIRL by Kannan Feng
·         THE CHASE by Chris Westlake
·         FIRST NIGHT ON A WATERBED by Giselle Renarde
·         HEN DAY by Eva Hore
·         KIDNAP LOVER by Dominique James
·         SEX SHOP DEAL OF THE DAY by Chris Westlake
·         MUSE by Maggie Morton
·         READING BETWEEN THE THIGHS by Chris Westlake
·         MOTEL HUSTLE by Lynn Lake
·         SHUSH by Kannan Feng
·         BLACKOUT by Giselle Renarde
·         A FIST FULL OF FUN by Dominique James
·         ADDICTED TO LUST by Chris Westlake
·         HAIR TODAY, COME TOMORROW by Dominique James
·         THE GO-TO GIRL by Courtney James
·         FORBIDDEN TOUCHES by Chris Westlake
·         PAINT IT RED by Kannan Feng
·         CORE PLEASURE by Elizabeth Coldwell
·         GAUGE by Sommer Marsden
·         LET ME DEMONSTRATE by Lynn Lake
·         SEDUCING YOUR PEN FRIEND by Dominique James
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Adele peered out of her front window. Yes, there they were again. Donna and Josie, linking arms and chatting away. Just a few short weeks ago, Adele would have been part of that conversation. But now, inexplicably, it seemed she was no longer in the inner circle. The two women had scaled back their invites for afternoon tea, their book club meetings weren’t so frequent and Adele felt as though she was being deliberately excluded. And she had no idea why. There’d been no falling out, no cross words, nothing.
Adele decided she wasn’t going to take it any more. If she was going to be ignored and left out, she at least wanted to know why.
Watching the pair head into Josie’s house across the street without so much as a glance in the direction of her house, Adele drew away from the window.
Hurrying, so as to not lose her nerve, Adele slipped on her sandals, left the house and pulled the front door shut behind her. She walked across the quiet street. It was a cul-de-sac, so there was no thru-traffic; and, it being the middle of the day, most people were at work, including the husbands of herself and the other two women. The lack of other company during the day was what had originally brought the three women together, but now it seemed Adele was surplus to requirements. Blinking back angry tears, Adele stomped across to Josie’s house, ready for a confrontation.
Once she got closer, however, she noticed something amiss. Despite the time of day, the living room blinds were closed. The sun wasn’t even at this side of the house yet, so that wasn’t the reason. Intrigued, Adele crept closer. Lots of wild thoughts began to run through her head. They were obviously up to something they wanted to keep secret. But what? Extra-marital activity? Criminal activity? Or worse?
Determined to get answers, Adele walked right up to the window. The ladies obviously hadn’t been too careful when they’d drawn the blinds. One of the slats had caught on something on the window sill and it wasn’t quite flush to the others, creating a gap. A gap perfect for peering through. Begging to be peered through.
Never one to pass up an opportunity, Adele gingerly peeked through the hole, half expecting one of the girls to be looking back, glaring angrily at the intrusion. She needn’t have worried. There was nobody there. Not right by the window, anyway. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, Adele could make out shapes moving in the room, over by the sofa.
On the sofa, she realised, as her brain caught up with what her eyes were seeing. There were two people on the couch, and they were…

Barbara Cardy originally trained in art, design and construction, before moving through a variety of careers. To date, she has edited twenty-seven anthologies of various kinds. She lives in Kent with her two boys.

Saturday, 1 June 2013

K D Grace - A Secret, a Confession and a Guilty Pleasure

Thrilled that the wonderful K D Grace is guest post writer today for my series A Secret, a Confession and a Guilty Pleasure.  Love that book cover!

Thanks for having me over, Elizabeth! I’m all ready to fill you in on the latest gossip, so break out the wine!

A secret about one of your books/stories/characters
This little tidbit is so secret that I almost forgot it myself, actually. The original trio of friends in Grace Marshall’s Executive Decisions trilogy, Dee Henning, Kendra Davis, and Harris Walker, were inspired by my own two best friends when I was in high school and on into university. This, and my Xcite novella, Migrations, are the only places in my work where any of the characters are inspired by anyone I know.

In An Executive Decision’s first incarnation, entitled ‘Learning the Business,’ and later ‘The Executive Sex Clause,’ the dynamic of the three friends was a little more tetchy and the relationships a little more permeable, in some cases bordering on ‘friends with benefits.’ Though the three of us in my little circle never seriously acted on the ‘friends with benefits’ idea, there were moments when it could have easily gone that way… When I originally wrote ‘Learning the Business,’ I chose to create the trio of friends who had been BFFs for ages to explore what might have happened if they crossed those boundaries a bit.

Ultimately, I found I really couldn’t make it work because the loyalty of the friendship and the chemistry between the three depended on the stability of the relationships. Also as the story evolved, the characters quickly became their own people with little resemblance to the friends from my past. So by the time the final incarnation evolved into the Executive Decisions trilogy, Dee, Kendra and Harris are fiercely loyal and deeply honest with each other, which is essential to the plot with its wild and dangerous twists and turns and as the three play up against Ellis, Garrett and Stacie, the example of the disastrous results of crossing those friendship boundaries and their long journey to healing deeply involves Dee and her friends. Blast from the Past –ish.

A confession about the life of an erotica writer
I don’t own a corset. Shshshsh! I know, I know, this is a confession, but I very well might lose all credibility as an erotica writer by admitting such a thing. Ms. Cage, I do hope you appreciate the gravity of my sacrifice.

A guilty pleasure
Wow! There are so many! Okay, here’s one of my most delicious: When my husband is away on business … wait for it … I make popcorn drizzled in Extra Virgin Olive Oil, the really good stuff! Then I add fresh parmesan cheese and hot pepper flakes. I make LOTS of it. Then I have it for lunch and dinner, and nothing else! Well, maybe a bit of chocolate after just to take the edge off. 

Thanks again for having me over, Elizabeth, to air my dirty, corset-free, laundryJ

Identity Crisis
Book 2 of The Executive Decisions Trilogy
PR rep extraordinaire, Kendra Davis, is elated when she gets the chance to work for her hero, reclusive, romance novelist, Tess Delaney. Her elation is short-lived when she discovers that Tess is none other than Garrett Thorne, the bad-boy brother of business tycoon and eco-warrior, Ellison Thorne, who is engaged to her best friend, Dee Henning. Kendra blames Garrett for the comedy of errors that nearly destroyed their relationship. Garrett doesn’t like Kendra either, but he’s desperate. His alter-ego, Tess has been nominated for the prestigious Golden Kiss Award. No one knows who Tess really is, and he needs Kendra to play Tess for the awards.

When Tess is stalked by a rabid fan, the two unite to protect her identity. With Kendra, the body and Garrett the soul of Tess Delaney, is there room in this strange ménage for romance? Can a woman who doesn’t exist understand their hearts even better than they do?

Read the excerpt!

He had just pulled out his cell phone to call again, when he looked up to find Kendra standing at the bar with a drink in her hand, and his knees nearly gave from relief. One of the designer fashion boys was chatting her up. And immediately the relief was replaced with something a lot more tetchy. He shoved past a knot of Goths who mumbled and gave him a few nasty looks, but he was way past being polite at the moment.

‘The Porsche outside, it’s mine,’ Fashion Boy was telling Kendra, preening with one hand while he held a beer in the other. ‘Bought it with my bonus from last year. It’s one helluva ride.’ He moved in closer. ‘If you’re interested.’

‘I’m not.’        

‘She’s not.’

Both he and Kendra spoke at the same time.

The man raised his hands and backed away, and Garrett grabbed her by the arm, none-too gently and marched her toward the door. ‘Where the hell have you been?’ He said, half shoving her out into the warm summer air, past the curious gaze of the bouncers.

‘What do you mean where have I been?’ She yanked her arm away. ‘I was dancing. I looked around and you were nowhere to be found. So I went to the bar to wait. I figured that would be the first place you’d look for me, and why are you so angry?’

‘Why am I so angry? You scared the shit out of me, that’s why I’m so angry.’ He jerked her closer to him. ‘One minute you’re dancing with me and the next minute the incredible hulk steps in between us and then you’re gone.’

‘Where are we going?’ she said, pulling back.

He jerked her forward. ‘Home, damn it. We’re going home where it’s safe.’ He half marched, half dragged her through the parking lot across the road and to the edge of the park before she gave him a shove, pulled away from him altogether and turned on him.

‘Fuck you, Garrett! I haven’t done anything wrong and even if I had, you’re not my father. I’ll go home when I’m damn good and ready.’

‘So what? You want to go back and ride banker boy’s Porsche, do you? Is that it? He buys you a drink and you let him give you a ride.’

That she didn’t slap him was the first shock, the second was that she didn’t turn back to the Boiling Point, but that she headed on into the park at a pace that a race horse would have struggled to keep up with.

‘I bought my own drink, you asshole. And I came with you. You’re the only one who gets to give me a ride.’

‘Kendra. Kendra, I’m sorry. Kendra wait!’ He struggled to catch up with her. ‘I just panicked when I couldn’t find you. I’m sorry, okay. I panicked.’

‘And you just assumed that I was on the make. Fuck you, Garrett! Fuck you!’

It was then that he realized she was leading him off the main path into the darkened edge of the park. ‘Kendra, where are you going?’

She didn’t respond, so he kept following her up a winding path deeper into the center of the park.

At the top of the hill in a grove of hawthorn trees and rose bushes in fragrant full-bloom, there was a bench. The leaves of the trees admitted a tiny pool of light from the street lamps just above it. ‘Kendra, where the hell are you going?’ He grabbed her hand, and she turned on him so quickly that he thought for sure this was when she would slap him, certainly he couldn’t blame her, but instead she fisted both hands in the front of his hoodie and pulled him to her in an angry kiss, then one hand migrated into the front of his track bottoms, and inside his boxer.

‘God, Kendra, what the --’ she swallowed up his words, biting his lip, sucking his tongue, licking at the back of his teeth and his hard pallet until he couldn’t breathe. Her fist around his cock was a strangle hold and even in its discomfort it felt like he was in heaven. ‘Kendra, I can’t …’ He tried to push her hand away, but the other hand snaked in and jerked his bottoms and boxers down over his ass until he could feel the night air on bare flesh. He wriggled and squirmed his heart racing in his chest. ‘Jesus, Kendra, you can’t be serious. This is a public place. What if someone --’

She bit his lip hard enough that he wondered if she’d drawn blood, and his cock surged so strongly in her hand that he feared he’d come right there. ‘Shut up, Garrett,’ she growled against his mouth. ‘I need you to fuck me, so just shut up.’

He heard the crackle of foil and with a slight of hand that nearly took his breath away she sheathed him in the condom, then with hands that seemed as full of anger and need as the rest of her, she ripped open the fly of her shredded jeans and shoved them down. Christ! There were no panties! ‘I need you, Garrett.’ She struggled to breath. ‘I need you to fuck me right now. I can’t wait. Right now. Right now!’ She turned her back to him still shoving and pushing at the jeans until they were down around her thighs and the rounded heart shape of her bottom shown in the pale light. Then she bent over and rested a palm onto the seat of the park bench. With the other hand, she reached behind her, grabbed his hip and pulled him up close until his cock pressed into the valley between her buttocks. ‘Do it, Garrett. I can’t stand it any longer. Do it now!’ She wasn’t trying to be quiet. She wasn’t trying to be subtle. She didn’t care that there were other people still using the park, that they might get caught, and Garrett felt like he’d burst at the very thought of what they were doing – and where. She opened herself to him and shifted her hips, while he, with one hand low on her back and the other on his cock fumbled and maneuvered until he slid home. She grunted a curse and pushed back onto him hard, and they both cried out as they began to thrust.

Her beret tumbled off behind the park bench and he grabbed at her ponytail as it fell free reining her in with it. He yanked her back toward him like it might help him control her somehow. He yanked her back until he could bury his mouth against her neck, rake her pulse point with his teeth, suckle and nip until the sounds coming from both their throats were feral groans and grunts.

With a quick movement, she unhooked her bra, grabbed his free hand and guided it to the bounce and the fullness of her breasts, nipples tight and puckered against the rake of his thumb. Then she grabbed his hand from her hair and guided his fingers to her mouth, licking and nibbling before she shoved them down between her legs, down to the heavy strain of her clit.

They were both too far gone to hold back much longer, and it took little more than a stroke between her legs before she came, growling and straining and nearly collapsing onto the bench as he came juddering in hard waves inside her.

It was only as their breathing began to return to normal that he could hear her sniffles. As he pulled out, she stood and wiped her nose on the back of her hand, then jerked her jeans up as though they had made her angry somehow.

She stuffed her bra into the pocket of his hoodie with a hard shove, bent to retrieve her beret, and was already heading down the path before he could deal with the condom and get settled back into his track bottoms.

About K D Grace
K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast rout across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.
K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Book two, Riding the Ether, is now available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, books one and two of her Executive Decisions Trilogy are now available.
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