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BooQfest, The Festival with a Literary Bent #event #uk #england #lgbt

Hi everyone,

For those of you with easy access to the middle of England, I’m taking part in booQfest in Northampton city centre on the 11th of October. It’s a LGBT literary festival which is absolutely FREE!

I’ll be reading snippets from some of my gay and lesbian work, as well as answering questions, then sticking around after my session to sell and sign books, give away swag, chat and so on.

The event is 12pm – 4pm, and my session begins at 1pm. The full listing and details are available on the booQfest website, here. You can also like the event on Facebook, and follow them on Twitter.

I hope to see you there!

Lucy x***

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To Swing or Not to Swing, That is the Question by Jennifer Denys

Standing before the door, she shook her fingers to calm down. She was equally excited and nervous, and ran a hand over her stomach as if to quell the butterflies.

Not too flabby. She hated her stomach—as did many women her age—but one advantage of a basque is that it held everything in. At least until she took it off.

She made a face.

Okay, but if I’m on my back the flab spreads out and doesn’t make me look like I have a beer belly. Must remember to avoid being on top.

This is a short excerpt from my latest short story ‘Kink After Dinner’. I had fun writing this story about a married, middle aged woman with a son at university and an 18 year old daughter who thinks her parents are old-fashioned. Beth suffers from hot flushes and an expanding waistline. This is very much taken from my own experiences (at least the menopause and weight gain – the only person in my household is Holly the rabbit).

However, Beth decides that life is too short. Shedding her inhibitions she takes up BDSM and ‘swinging’.

A final, hasty glance down the street confirmed there was no one about, and she knocked, slightly worried about entering this house. If her daughter knew this couple were swingers, then chances are others did—and what would the neighbours say if they saw her visiting on her own?

Hearing some footsteps, she said to herself in a resigned tone of voice, “Too late now.”

Wikipedia says that, according to 2005 estimates by the Kinsey Institute and others, swingers account for two to four percent of married couples with numbers in excess of 4 million people in North America. As of 2011, some experts believe that there are as many as 15 million Americans swinging on a regular basis. I have certainly met a small number of women who also have boyfriends as well as husbands or someone they co-habit with, possibly because of the nature of what we write and most of us being women. Generally it isn’t something I’ve ever heard a non-erotica writer admit to doing.

The phenomenon of swinging is regarded by some as arising from the sexual revolution of the 1960s, but much of what you read refers to ‘wife swapping’ rather than ‘husband swapping’ but just one section on Wikipedia talks about the wife taking male lovers.

Among the Bari tribe of Venezuela, when a woman becomes pregnant, the women often take other male lovers. These additional lovers then take on the role of secondary or tertiary fathers to the child. If the primary father should die, the other men then have a social obligation to support these children. Research has shown that children with such “extra” fathers have improved life outcomes, in this economically and resource-poor area of the jungle

(Hey, can I have two men to help me take care of the rabbit? LOL)

So, back to ‘Kink After Dinner’ – Beth meets up with her swinging friends and has a great time. Did I call on my own experiences in relation to the BDSM and ‘swinging’?……….I will leave that up to your imagination!

 

To find out more about what Beth gets up to here is the blurb:

Kink After Dinner. 8pm. Usual place. Wear the new purple basque – no knickers. Expect some SERIOUS (!) paddling. No touching until then. Master.

 

Beth hurriedly hides the note she has received so her family won’t see it.

Her daughter regards her parents as stuck in the mud. If only she knew!  When Beth decided to throw off her inhibitions she was able to thoroughly enjoy her middle years, despite the usual body issues, including attending a BDSM event and starting a relationship with a Dom.

Putting on her purple bustier and high heels as ordered, and covering up with a coat, she leaves her husband engrossed in his carpentry workshop to walk to a neighbour’s house. This is the home of swinging couple, Alistair and Helen, with whom she’s had several encounters over the past year. And this begins a wonderful evening of kink—bondage, spanking, paddling, handcuffs, and orgasm denial.

Then her husband turns up.

Available from:

Luminosity Publishing

Amazon UK

Amazon US

All Romance eBooks

Coffee Time Romance

*****

About the Author:

Jennifer is a bestselling author in various genre (BDSM, contemporary, sci-fi, paranormal with historical and fantasy in her works in progress) with several different publishers. An Englishwoman through and through she lives in a beautiful historical city and is game to try most things once. She’s had a tattoo done on her calf, flown down zip wires 100 feet up in the trees, and was photographed nude by a professional photographer. All of which have taken place since she turned 50! Many of her experiences end up in her books… but you will have to read them to find out what! Do contact Jennifer – she loves to hear from her fans. She posts to her blog three times a week and is on Facebook daily.

http://jennifer-denys.blogspot.com/

Sunday Snog – One Night in Paris

It’s time for another Sunday Snog, yay! This week, I’m sharing a sexy snog from City Nights: One Night in Paris, my M/F contemporary erotic romance novella from Tirgearr Publishing.

“Dubai won’t compare. Not even close. ‘Cos you won’t be there.” He reached for the room service menu, plucking it from her grasp. “Got enough energy for some more sexy time before we eat?”



Annabelle let the menu go without a fight. Standing, she kicked off her shoes and made for the bed. “If you have, I have.”



Tossing the menu down next to his phone, Jacob grinned. “Well that’s a resounding yes then.” Following her onto the mattress, he lay down beside her and pulled her in for a kiss. His arousal had been simmering up until that moment, but now it was boiling. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he nibbled at her bottom lip before slipping his tongue into her mouth. She tasted of the flavoured water she’d grabbed from a shop on their way back to the hotel. Strawberry, he thought.



The kiss was the most leisurely one they’d shared all day. It was still packed with all the heat and urgency of the previous ones, but none of the rushing. They knew they had a good long while before Jacob had to pack up and head for the airport, and although neither of them had actually said anything, he could feel that this time, their lovemaking was going to be just that—lovemaking. And he intended to make the most of it. Right into the night.

You can get your hands on One Night in Paris here.

Add it to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21923363-one-night-in-paris

Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

My Sexy Saturday #37 – A Sexy Summer Fling #MySexySaturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is a sexy summer fling. I’m sharing an excerpt from City Nights: One Night in Paris, my M/F erotic romance novella from Tirgearr Publishing.

Mercifully she was, and ten minutes later the arrangements had been made. Uttering his thanks down the line, he ended the call, put his phone down on the sideboard and crossed to the chairs, where Annabelle sat in one, perusing the room service menu.



Placing his hands on her shoulders, he gave them a little rub, bending to drop a kiss on the top of her head. “It’s sorted,” he said happily. “Diane managed to tweak the booking online so I’ll have almost two days here on the way back.”



Tilting her back to look at him, Annabelle’s upside-down smile warmed his heart. It was ridiculously early days for this relationship, but he had a good feeling.

You can buy One Night in Paris here.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x

What is it about Bridlington? by Slave Nano

When I wrote my story, ‘One Scoop or Two?’ for Smut by the Sea vol.1, I decided to set it in Bridlington, a traditional seaside town on the Yorkshire coast of the UK. Now good old ‘Brid’ is a typical English seaside resort just up the road from where I live and not exactly up there as one of the most exotic locations a smutty story has been set in. The thing is Bridlington fitted in so well with the idea for that particular story in which Kayleigh is disappointed when her boyfriend’s promise of a romantic weekend only takes her to Bridlington, though luckily their weekend gets an erotic boost when they get locked inside an ice cream parlour.

Immediately after the book was published I became aware of authors who had either used, or gone off to research, various exciting places for their books and I got very envious. I resolved there and then not to set a story in a place as un-exciting as Brid again. I would set a story in South of France, a Greek Island or the Caribbean and use that as an excuse for that all important and necessary research trip. When the call for submissions for Smut by the Sea vol.3 came out I started scouring the holiday guides for a sun-bursting exotic location that I simply had to visit to ensure my story would have that authentic feel.

So what went wrong? How did I end up writing another story set in Bridlington? The problem was rock pools. I just had the idea of basing a story around rock pools both because I didn’t think that it had been done yet in Smut by the Sea and also because I had personal knowledge of the perfect location. That place was Flamborough Head, just a few miles outside of, yes, you’ve guessed – Bridlington.

Now the rock pools beneath the chalk cliffs at Flamborough Head are a remarkable place. I’d been there a few times when it was possible to get down to the shore from the lighthouse car park. Now the coast has eroded quite a bit and that path is blocked off as it’s dangerous (though that doesn’t put Laura, the character in my story, off). When the tide is out you get a huge expanse of rock pools teeming with sea-life. I remember going down there exploring them with my children. It’s an amazing place and you really do feel like you’ve entered into another world, which is just how Laura and Josh feel about it in my story. So, Bridlington and Flamborough Head really were the perfect location for my story.

That’s it though – never again! If there’s a Smut by the Sea vol.4 I’m definitely going to find the most exotic location ever!

 

Story Extract

That was the final straw.  Laura stormed off.  She wasn’t going to put up with that.  They could get a taxi to the next stop on their piss-up; she certainly wasn’t going to drive them.  In a furious mood she headed back to the guest house to get out of the ridiculous outfit.  The comments had hit a nerve though.  It really was a while since she’d been with anybody and, when she reflected on it; a year without sex, where had that time gone?

She knew where she’d go; where she often came out to at a weekend when she wanted some time to herself.  Shit, she realised, she’d been doing that way too much recently.  It was her favourite place though; a place where you could lose yourself and reflect on stuff or just get lost in another world.  This was the rock pools at Flamborough Head just a few miles up the coast from Bridlington.  She knew the tide would be going out, she’d already checked before she came out for the weekend, so the conditions would be perfect for a bit of exploring.

It wasn’t long before she got there.  She parked up and collected her fishing net and bucket for collecting and examining specimens.  Walking to the cliff edge she took a furtive look around her to make sure nobody was looking, pulled back the ‘Danger – Crumbling Cliffs’ sign and scrambled down the cliff face.  The clay cliffs were eroding here but it was the one point that afforded some, albeit hazardous, access to the shore.  Ha, health and safety!  She’d done it loads of time before.  And in some ways she didn’t mind; after all, the sign put everybody else off, which meant if you were determined or stupid enough to ignore it, you were guaranteed complete solitude at the most beautiful and absorbing place she knew.

Yes, she know all the facts and figures; the largest chalk reef in Europe, extending six kilometres out to sea, the most extensive kelp forests and some of the most varied and abundant sea life in the country.  But it was more than that.  This was a place where you could lose yourself.

She had soon scrambled down the cliff and stood at the bottom, a tiny figure, dwarfed by the vast chalk cliffs that towered over her.  She breathed in the sea air and already felt revived and invigorated.  The bastards, what a cheek.  That was it, she resolved.  She wasn’t going to hang out with that crowd again.  But she’d forget all that as she stepped carefully across the slimy carpet of seaweed covered rocks taking care to keep her balance.

She walked for a bit to stretch her legs, then after a while crouched down at the side of one of the larger rock pools.  It was like a window into another universe.  The kelp, dark and limpid on the rock surface assumed a life of its own in the rock pool.  The pools were teeming with life.  Laura was lost in her reverie.  The insults from her so-called friends had receded and were forgotten as she lost herself in this alternate world.

Grab a copy of Smut by the Sea Volume 3 here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/smut-by-the-sea-volume-3/

 

About the author

Slave Nano is a writer of erotic stories with dark and exotic content in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings often drawing on the themes of female supremacy, bdsm and fetish but with a seam of quirky humour running through them as well. He has contributed to the Smut by the Sea and More Smut for Chocoholics anthologies and has also had short stories and novellas published by Xcite Books, House of Erotica, Coming Together and Greenwoman Publishing. His full length erotic novel, ‘Adventures in Fetishland’, a bdsm/fetish re-invention of Alice in Wonderland was published by Xcite Books. He has been known to dress up as a Fetish Hatter to promote his work.

Web site: http://www.slavenano.co.uk/writing

Facebook (Nano Vaslen): http://www.facebook.com/nano.vaslen

Pinterest: http://uk.pinterest.com/nanovaslen/

Amazon author profile: http://www.amazon.co.uk/-/e/B005EBU1QI

You’re Sexy and I Know It by Sara Daniel (@SSaraDaniel)

For me (and I’m guessing most people), physical perfection is something so far from being attainable I know I’ll never get there and don’t sweat the many imperfections on my skin and body. However, when I decided to set a book in the modeling world, I knew these flaws (and perceived imperfections) would play a big part in shaping my hero and heroine’s psyche.

A point struck me as I wrote this book, and again I think it’s true of most people. What a person sees as a less-than-perfect feature of their own body is beautiful and perfect (even sexy and arousing!) in the eyes of others, especially the people who care about them.

 

A Model Hero

Gretchen Meyers is a full-figured woman living in a model thin world. Desperate to end her mother’s constant, nagging stream of dieting and fashion “advice,” Gretchen tackles the challenge of reviving her mother’s faltering modeling agency. All she needs is to woo back Kyle Ramsey, once the hottest model in the country.

Making the preemptive choice to turn his back on his career seemed Kyle’s only option until Gretchen comes calling. He doesn’t care what she wants to offer him, the answer is no. Still, he’s intrigued by her refreshing personality and all her lovely, lush curves.

When tragedy strikes, Kyle finds comfort and healing in Gretchen’s arms. But he can’t trust her with his career-ending secret and she doesn’t believe their relationship will survive the long term. He’s perfect and she’s not even close. Can the fragile ties holding them together survive Kyle’s opportunity to become a true model hero?

 

Excerpt:

The restaurant scene, then, had done its job. Gretchen would have to send Jamie flowers. No, she’d send a box of fattening chocolates instead. “Did you enjoy your evening after I left?”

Kyle’s gaze narrowed, he pushed himself out of the chair. “Did you arrange with Jamie to drop by our table?”

“How could I, when I had no idea where we were going for dinner until we were there?” Not to mention, she’d have preferred to sever essential body parts than ask Jamie Feldman for anything. But her irrational possessiveness was her own problem. “The important thing is you had a good time, and you’re ready to make up for everything you’ve been missing over the past year.”

“Those things aren’t important at all.” He advanced on her slowly.

She took a step back and came up against the door she’d closed a moment before.

Kyle flashed a predatory smile. He took her purse and briefcase from her shoulder, setting them aside. Then he rested his forearms on either side of her head and stared into her eyes, his lips a scant inch from hers as he spoke. “I’m here for you. Our date deserves another shot.”

Her heart thundered. The thick eyelashes framing his gray-green eyes mesmerized her. He stood too near for her to formulate a coherent response. This much physical perfection and sex appeal should be outlawed. Her mind was not equipped to handle it.

“What do you say?” he asked.

Yes, take me. “I say, why me?” Her voice rose with an embarrassing squeak as she struggled to compose a rational argument and remind herself she was in her office, just feet away from her employees who’d never seen her anything less than one hundred percent professional. “I get why you went out with me on Saturday. You’d shut yourself away from the world, and I was the first woman to find you. But you’ve been reminded you can have Jamie or anyone else you crook your finger for. Why do you still want me?”

His gaze softened with a tenderness that pierced her heart. He brushed his thumb along her cheek. “How could I not want you, Gretchen? You’re smart and funny and beautiful and not afraid to let a guy who has no idea what you like order for you on a first date.”

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Sara Daniel writes what she loves—irresistible romance, from sweet to erotic and everything in between. She lives her own happily-ever-after romance with her hero husband. Connect with her online at:

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Mid Week Tease: “When her gaze fell on the window, she rolled her eyes again.” #MWTease

Hi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease. This week I’m sharing another tease from Timeless Desire, my paranormal erotic romance short story which just went up for pre-order. It’s releasing on 10th September. Thank you SO much to those of you that have pre-ordered already! This snippet follows on directly from last week’s.

When her gaze fell on the window, she rolled her eyes again. Of course. Old houses like Westbury more often than not had panes of glass which didn’t fit into their frames properly, or they’d slipped, been damaged. The draught was coming from the window. Emily crossed the room to the window, drew the curtains—she’d open them again before she left, and Mrs. Thompson would never be any the wiser—and sat back down again. Shaking her head at her own stupidity, Emily continued working on the book she’d just abandoned, quickly becoming absorbed in her task once more.



A noise from over by the ladder startled Emily, making her jump and almost jab herself in the eye with the end of the brush she was using. Turning, she saw that the photograph she’d righted earlier after its little mishap was once more lying down. She’d obviously not fixed the stand properly. Downing tools, Emily stomped across the room, cross at the seemingly endless interruptions, and grabbed the photograph. She checked the stand to make sure it held firm, then wagged a finger at the man in the image.



“Just you behave. I’ve got too much work to do to put up with your shenanigans, if you don’t mind.”

You can get your copy of Timeless Desire here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/timeless-desire/

And add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22911436-timeless-desire

Don’t forget to check out all the other blogs taking part!

Changing Characters… Or Not by Raven McAllan

It’s funny how my characters tell me very firmly who they are, what they are and insist I write just that. No trying to change them. It just won’t work.

By trial and error, I’ve now accepted that.

Nina and Dominic were no exception. In fact I wondered at times if they would ever get together, they were so blooming stubborn.

However they had fun trying to show each other whom they were and want they wanted.

I just wrote what they told me to—as you do.

This is the result.

 

Blurb:

Nina Mack is no sub. So why then do all her senses scream at her to submit to the enigmatic Dominic Christopher?

When the two meet at her friend’s hen party at Dommissimma, sparks fly. Their attraction is immediate and explosive, but how can Nina ever allow herself to enter into a relationship with a Dom?

Dominic has lost interest in BDSM since the death of his wife, so the insistent tug of awareness toward the volatile and decidedly bratty Nina is a welcome surprise.

With his inner Dom firmly awakened can he convince Nina to give their relationship a try?

Time will tell if these two can find their own Dom/sub relationship and reclaim happiness.

 

A wee tease for you…

Nic held out his hand for the keys, and after a brief startled glance, Nina passed them to him. He locked the door and handed them back. She tucked them inside her handbag.

“Why did you do that?” Nina asked once she was inside the car with him. “Lock my door? I’ve been doing it for years.”

“Good.” Nic checked the flow of traffic and overtook a bus. “And when we’re together I’ll do it for you.”

“But why?” Nina asked again. “Why not just let me lock up?”

There’s that word again.

“I swear the first word you ever spoke was why,” Nic said as he turned the car into the street where Dommissimma was situated. “And I bet it will be your last. I agree that to question things you don’t understand is a good thing, but by heck, Nina, you’d even question why I asked for dark chocolate not milk.”

“No, I wouldn’t then,” she said in a triumphant tone. “Because dark chocolate helps to control the sub drop a sub might get after a scene. Or a Dom for that matter.” She didn’t add so there, but Nic could hear it inferred in her voice.

“Good. I’ve found one action you won’t question. I wonder if there’s any more?” He stopped the car in the half empty car park and switched of the engine. “Not too busy, but it looks like there’ll be enough going on so you’ll be able to gauge your reactions. Let me come ‘round and help you out. And before you say anything, that, plus locking your door are just some of those common courtesies we spoke of over the phone. To me I don’t do it as a Dom, I do it as a man.”

“I might question it, the chocolate. I’d wonder who it was for.” Nina said as they approached the nondescript door to Dommissimma. “Seeing as we’re not scening.”

“Not at the moment.” Nic agreed with her. “But who knows when we might need it.” He looked at her pale face. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I don’t want you passing out or anything.” Her pallor worried him. He hoped she wasn’t anemic.

“What?” She sounded surprised. “I’m fine, why?”?”You’re as white as a sheet.”?”I usually am,” Nina said. “But in this case I think it’s hunger, worry I might let you down rather than natural Celtic pale skin, and oh sh—oot, I recognize that car.” Nina waved toward a dark saloon in the corner of the car park. “Beware of nosy Doms. That’s Edan’s, and if he’s here it’s a shoe in Athol will be as well.”

“Why are you hungry?” Nic honed in on her first reason.

“Running late, apprehension, forgot to buy bread, take your pick. And now a crowing Athol.”

Nic grinned and kissed her nose. She wrinkled it. “That tickles.”

“It’ll be directed at me as well as you, anima mia. I’ve only been around when needed these last few years. And there’s no need to be apprehensive. We’re not scening, and you said nothing frightened you, just that it wasn’t your thing, so why worry?”

“I didn’t say it was logical,” Nina said. “I can’t explain it, there’s no logical explanation, in fact no explanation at all. It makes no sense, but it’s how I feel.” She bit her lip and gave a deprecating smile. “Stupid or what?”

Nic tugged her to one side of the door. “Not stupid. But I’m going to do my damnedest to change how you feel. Nina, love, nothing you can say or do will let me down.” Unless it’s let’s get out of here, or I don’t want to see you again, Nic. “Remember you can safe word me over anything. And a nip just here,” he put her thumb and forefinger on the back of his hand, “will alert me if something is bothering you and we need to move away and talk. Yes?”

“Yes.”?”Then are you ready?”?Nina blinked and squared her shoulders. “Yes, Sir, I’m ready.”

He could see her mindset changing as she spoke.?”Then let’s go in.”

***

Available from:

Evernight Publishing

Amazon UK

Amazon US

All Romance eBooks

Bookstrand

and me… www.ravenmcallan.com

Happy reading,

Love R x

*****

Raven Bio…

Well what can I say?

I’m growing old disgracefully and loving it.

Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.

Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.

I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I’m often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I’m not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.

Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

The Beast of Birch Hill by Naomi Clark

Blurb:

Wildlife photographer and cryptozoology blogger Emma Jordan came to Birch Hill expecting to find another urban legend. The rumours of a big cat stalking the woods around this quiet town surely had to be just that – rumours. But when the evidence starts to pile up that Birch Hill really does have a killer cat on the loose, Emma finds herself caught in a confusing game of cat and mouse. And her blossoming relationship with Abi Blakely might just be pushing her further into danger.

Available from:

Amazon UK

Amazon US

All Romance eBooks

Evernight Publishing

 

Excerpt:

A couple of hours later, showered, changed, and feeling human again, Emma headed back to Abigail’s Bakes. She told herself she was just looking to grab a quick lunch and sit somewhere pleasant while she updated her blog. Privately she had to admit it would be nice to just look at Abi while she worked.

The place was much busier than it had been that morning; it was full of kids and families jostling for table space. Abi and a younger girl worked the counter with cheer and ease, and cafe was filled with chatter and laughter. Emma joined the queue, trying to catch Abi’s eye. When Abi saw her, she waved and favored Emma with that infectious smile.

“How was your hike? Did you catch the Beast yet?” she asked Emma as she served her.

“Not yet. Maybe later.” Emma picked out a bacon and cheese strudel and a spiced apple muffin. “Do you have wifi in here? I need to get online.”

Abi passed her a slip of paper with a password on it along with her food. “Help yourself. Catch you later.”

Emma smiled, hoping the words weren’t just a mere formality. She found a table tucked away in the corner and flipped open her netbook. Her main source of income was her photography, supplying stock images for websites and brochures, entering as many competitions as she could, and doing the occasional teaching course if she wasn’t traveling. It was steady money, and a hefty inheritance from a grandparent she’d never met allowed her to live in comfort and indulge her other passion – the alien big cat stories. Her blog, After Dark All Cats Are Leopards, was one of the better-regarded in both the cryptid and sceptic communities and she had a steady following. When she’d announced last week that she was heading for Birch Hill, her views had skyrocketed, and even though she didn’t have much news to add yet, it was probably a good idea to update now.

She plugged her digital camera into the netbook and uploaded the photos she’d taken, eating as she worked. The strudel and the muffin were both perfectly delicious, and she allowed herself a brief fantasy of kidnapping Abi and making her bake for her full-time.

She didn’t notice Abi had joined her until the other woman pushed a cup of coffee to her. “Looks like thirsty work,” Abi remarked.

Emma jumped, then grinned. “Bloggers are powered entirely by caffeine. Thanks.”

“So I looked you up after you left,” Abi said. “Why big cats?” She leaned her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands. Her dark curls framed her face perfectly, her expression attentive and interested. Emma squirmed a little under her keen gaze.

“When I was a kid I wanted to find Bigfoot,” Emma confessed. “My dad used to take me out hiking in the Rocky Mountains and tell me stories about Bigfoot and skinwalkers, all kinds of stuff. I just loved it. Then I grew up and decided there wasn’t much chance of Bigfoot really being out there. But big cats? Definitely.”

“You’re so sure? Even though nobody’s found a breeding population of wild tigers anywhere?” Abi asked with a grin.

“America’s a big country. There’s plenty of space for wide-roaming animals to hide. And big cats are generally elusive in their natural territories anyway. Yeah, I’m sure. People brought lions and tigers over here with circuses in the nineteenth century and there are thousands of people keeping them illegally today. There are orphanages for abandoned exotic animals up and down the country. It’s not completely ridiculous that some escape or are released into the wild. And cats are so adaptable. Even if we’re not talking big breeding populations, I think it’s more likely that there are non-native big cats out there than not.”

“You love this stuff, don’t you?” Abi said, looking thoughtful.

Emma flushed. “Was I rambling?”

“No, it’s interesting! I wish I could come out big cat hunting with you, but Jed probably wouldn’t let me.” She stuck her tongue out as if she’d eaten something distasteful.

“Well, he’s not coming either,” Emma said. “I take it he’s more than just prickly with you?”

Abi shuffled Emma’s empty plates around, looking embarrassed. “Oh, we just…clash. He’s pretty conservative and I’m not. He thinks I lower the tone of the neighborhood.”

“Not a fan of baked goods?” Emma joked.

“Baked goods or lesbians,” Abi said with a shrug.

Emma’s heart gave a little twist, but she kept her tone calm and amused as she replied. “Oh dear. I’d better not answer any personal questions he asks me then.”

Abi gave her a thoughtful look again that turned into a shy smile. “So what are you doing for the rest of the day? I’m off this afternoon.”

“I’m going back into the woods this evening but I’m free til then. Maybe…” Emma searched for something that didn’t sound too forward but still made it plain she liked Abi. “Maybe we could hang out?” Ugh. Lame.

Abi didn’t seem to notice. She flashed a dazzling smile. “How about a guided tour of Birch Hill? There’s not much to see, but with the right company it has a certain charm.”

“It’s a date.”

Abi stood, grabbing Emma’s plates. “Give me an hour and we’re on.”

Emma watched her sashay away with a flutter of excitement. If the Beast of Birch Hill didn’t show up, Abi might prove just as exciting.

 

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Sunday Snog – Timeless Desire

It’s time for another Sunday Snog, yay! This week, I’m sharing a sexy snog from Timeless Desire, my upcoming paranormal erotic romance short story. It’s coming out on 10th September, and is available for pre-order now.

Emily shook her head. “Nope. And I don’t normally sleep with guys on the first date, let alone the non-date. But I guess these are extenuating circumstances. Or something.”



“Mmm. Or something.”



George leaned down, capturing Emily’s lips in a kiss which made her extremely grateful he was holding her up. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to stay on her feet otherwise. He was slow, gentle, and very, very sensual. As his tongue slid between her lips and sought hers out, Emily felt her pussy grow thick and heavy with want. Wrapping her arms around his broad frame, she found that her hands were at about the right height to rest on his arse—perfect.



Cupping his firm buttocks and pulling him even more tightly to her, Emily upped the pace on their kiss. Already the unpleasantness, the sadness, of the evening was receding into the recesses of her mind, and her body was encouraging her to enjoy the here and now.



Breaking off the kiss suddenly, Emily opened her eyes to see George looking confused—and worried. She smiled, giving his buttocks a playful squeeze. “Don’t worry, I haven’t changed my mind. I just think that we’re wearing far too many clothes. Don’t you?”

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