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My Sexy Saturday #11 – #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 that sexy character. So I’ve selected a snippet from Reindeer Games: Cupid, where there are sparks flying between Cassius and Carina.

He gave her a mock glare, and had to restrain a smile as her eyes widened. He’d obviously convinced her he really was annoyed. Pausing for a beat, he grinned at her. “I’m only teasing you. You’re in luck. It is Cadbury’s. My favourite.”



Carina beamed back. “Seriously? Mine too!” She looked down, then up at him through her lashes. “I don’t suppose you have marshmallows, too?”



Cassius laughed. “Sure. And while I’m in the kitchen, I’ll see if I can rustle up Brad Pitt to deliver it to you, shall I?”



“No, it’s okay,” Carina said, giggling. “Brad Pitt does nothing for me. You’re more than adequate, Cassius.”



He thought he saw her blush as she spoke, and wondered if she was attracted to him. He certainly hoped so. He hadn’t thought of her in that way when he’d first seen her—he was too focussed on getting her inside and making sure she was all right. But now, as she sat barefoot on his sofa — making demands about hot chocolate and marshmallows — he came to the conclusion that she was damn cute, and he’d like to get to know her better. Providing she was single, of course.



“Flatterer,” he said before he could stop himself, “don’t let your boyfriend catch you saying things like that. You’ll get me into trouble.”



This time there was no mistaking the blush. She gave him a wry grin. “There’s no one to get you into trouble with, I’m afraid. I asked Santa to leave a hot, nice guy under my tree this year, but he didn’t come through for me.”

You can buy Reindeer Games: Cupid here.

Please use the list below to head on over to the other blogs participating in My Sexy Saturday, and don’t forget to leave us all comments, we love ‘em!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Guest Blogger: Harlem Dae

More Brit Babes goodness! This time, it’s Harlem Dae, aka, Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae, that are sharing the goodies. Enjoy…

 

Welcome to The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour. This is a very special tour as over twelve days the first twelve chapters of The Novice (previously titled The Virgin), book #1 in the Sexy as Hell series by Harlem Dae – http://www.harlemdae.com  will be published, one per day, per blog, for you to get a taste of Victor and Zara’s wild and erotic journey. A huge thank you to Lucy for hosting chapter 5 today!

About Sexy as Hell – Sexy as Hell is an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.

Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar.

Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins.

Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs…

Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge.

Please note, in order to enjoy Victor and Zara’s adventures, the trilogy must be read in order.

 

The Novice is the first book, the second The Player and finally The Vixen. Here is the back cover information for The Novice.

London – one meeting, one month of lessons and a landslide of depraved new desires.

My journey to hell started with a decaff coffee. Nothing more than a grey mug full of dull-brown liquid devoid of its most useful ingredient.

One sip, one smile, one touch of her hand and it was soon clear my life wasn’t destined to stay dull. Oh, no, suddenly I had a month of bedroom education planned by a sultry vixen who intended to broaden my horizons beyond my usual peach-pink palette.

She wanted to take me to deep purples and navy blues and the pitch blackness that was pure sin. And on the other side of that blackness was a place that might look like Hell, with debauchery and wantonness, people playing devil’s advocate, luring innocents into the hotter, steamier corners of the world.

Her world.

Oh, yes, she promised each night to take me there and paint me an orange-and-red picture that would come alive, flickering like flames, enticing me, holding me spellbound and eager to learn more. To touch, explore, drown in coming.

And drown I would. I was no match for her tricks and taunts. My only chance of survival was to show her that I was no vanilla virgin. I had a rainbow of mastery up my sleeve, too, and if she just opened her eyes, she might be dazzled enough to stay—stay and take ‘my’ lessons. If she didn’t kill me first, that was, with pleasure.

* * * * *

So what are people saying about the Sexy as Hell Trilogy? I’m pleased to report that it’s all good, no, more than good. This trilogy has been described on Amazon as “far better than the 50 Shades of Grey”, one reader said, “I’ve read many erotic novels and BDSM books but these ones are by far my favourites.” another stated, “I was looking to be titillated yes, but instead was captured by the story of Zara and Victor.” You can read all the glowing reviews on the Harlem Dae website, plus read the FREE Harlem Dae magazine with all the inside gossip about the Sexy as Hell Trilogy and what it was like for two authors writing nearly 300k together and how their characters inspired them to keep on writing.

So finally, with just a last warning that this story is boundary pushing, hot, edgy and dark and not for those of a delicate disposition. It’s BDSM primarily but has a slow burn romance that tips everything on its head as feelings intensify and souls are bared.

Links

Tour Information/Where to find all the chapters – http://www.harlemdae.com/p/sexy-as-hell-on-tour.html

Harlem Dae Website – http://www.harlemdae.com

The Novice – Amazon US | Amazon UK

The Player – Amazon US | Amazon UK

The Vixen – Amazon US | Amazon UK

 

Chapter Five

After leaving Victor’s office, I sashayed down the hallway and past Mary’s desk, giving her a smile that I hoped would soothe her bruised ego. I hadn’t meant to upset her—Heaven forbid she have palpitations caused by me—but I’d woken with the mission to give that man a reminder of the previous night and wouldn’t have let anyone stop me. She pursed her lips in what I could only take to be a disapproving grimace and looked me up and down, a frown appearing when she stilled her gaze on my short skirt. I mentally shrugged off her dissatisfaction with my appearance and smiled wider. She continued to stare as I sauntered towards the door. I felt her watching me leave the reception area, as though her eyes shot out red-hot lasers that bored into my back, but, once out in the fresh, cool air, I forgot all about her.

As I walked along the street, heading for the coffee shop, my phone bleeped, signalling a text message. I smirked, sure it would be Victor, knowing it would be him. I’d hooked many a man in the past and he’d be no different. Digging into my handbag, I found my phone and read the message.

Coffee shop. Now.

Throwing my head back and letting out a peal of laughter, gaining a few odd or startled looks from passersby—and no, I didn’t give a damn—I entered the coffee shop, heading for the counter with such determination in my stride I imagined I appeared demented. Oh, but I was giddy with victory not insanity, with the knowledge that once again I’d wrapped a bloke around my little finger. Hell, my whole hand. I ordered espresso for us both. The young woman behind the counter eyed me curiously, possibly wondering why I wanted two cups. I paid, thanked her, and made my way to the table we’d occupied yesterday.

And waited for him to come in.

He did, a flurry of cold air entering with him, his face flushed and his tie skew-whiff, loosened slightly at the knot. The top button of his shirt being undone gave him a rakish air, and I had to squeeze my legs together to battle off a wave of arousal. He gazed about—funny how he didn’t immediately look to where we’d met—and I chuckled, wondering whether he hadn’t done so because by now he knew I liked to mix things up. He stood just in front of the slowly closing door, appearing lost and so out of his depth that I had a momentary pang of sorrow for him. It vanished the second he caught sight of me and studied me with an expression that said in no uncertain terms he was here to discuss my behaviour. I hid another smirk and adopted a poker face as he weaved between the tables and stood beside ours with seemingly no intention of sitting down. I cocked my head to look at him, widening my eyes a tad then narrowing them. Licked my lips, the taste of cum still on my tongue.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” he said quietly, with an air of menace I wouldn’t have suspected he could adopt.

Not wanting to let him see he’d surprised me, intrigued me, or cowed me, I said loudly, “What, give you a blowjob?”

He blushed, a furious shade of red that I guessed was embarrassment mixed with anger. He clenched his hands into fists and clamped his lips together, clearly fighting an urge to either slap me, admonish me, or stalk out. Instead he sat opposite, drawing his coffee towards him and taking a hefty sip. Wincing at the burn, he recovered his composure and glared at me, fingers twitching around his cup.

“You’re one hell of an infuriating little bitch, Watson,” he said, the raging red of his cheeks fading a bit but his eyes still glinting with frustration.

I ogled him, the gorgeous bastard, and smiled.

He sighed, a dragged-from-the-bottom-of-his-lungs exhalation, and it seemed all the fight left him with that burst of air. “What the hell have I done agreeing to this crap?” He shook his head, gaze scouring my face, his confusion evident by the furrowing of his brow and his mouth going slack.

“You’ve agreed to some fun,” I said, “and from where I’m sitting you need some. You’re so uptight. Relax. Live a little.”

“I’m supposed to stay relaxed. I was relaxed until you came along. Now I’m at sixes and bloody sevens, and that really isn’t what I need. What my heart needs.”

Good Lord, had he started getting feelings for me? Now that was something I hadn’t expected. This talk of hearts had me squirming in my seat. If he mentioned love I’d stop the bet and walk away, never to look back.

“Supposed to stay relaxed?” I asked, then sipped some of my coffee.

“Yes, but you’ve gone and blown that right out of the water. You’re bad for my health, Zara. Seriously bad.”

It was something anyone would say, a casual comment, but I got the impression he’d meant it literally. Maybe he had blood pressure problems—stood to reason, what with him running his own business—and me waltzing into his life doing unexpected things had possibly wreaked havoc with his pulse rate. I opened my mouth to pry, to coax a confession out of him, then thought better of it. My imagination was running away with me, that was all.

Instead, I said, “So do some breathing exercises when we’re together. That’ll sort you out.” I’d sounded blasé, but if anything it would help him to calm down further. “I don’t mean to be a health hazard, you know. I can’t control your reactions to me, that’s your job. All you have to do is say the word and I’ll float out of your life as easily as I’d floated into it. One word. Go. Or leave. Or even two words. Piss off. Something like that.”

He smiled then, expelling another breath, and I knew I had him back on side. Any anger he’d been harbouring was dissipating, and in another few seconds he’d be wrapped around my finger again. Tightly.

“I have a feeling,” he said, “that you know I can’t tell you to piss off.”

“Of course I know that.”  I smiled again, reaching out to grasp his wrist.

His pulse was a mite fast beneath my fingertips, but as the seconds passed with us staring at one another, it slowed to a steady, acceptable beat. I glanced at his fingers curled around his cup, noting that they didn’t twitch anymore, then returned my attention to his face. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was well and truly smitten with me, something I’d have to watch during our month together. I had no time for serious relationships, just casual, easy-as-hell liaisons that filled the time pleasantly but gave me no grief. Victor would be treated the same as all the others, cast aside, but I hoped we’d part as friends. There was something about him that had already burrowed inside me. The need to know him after, but not, I swear, for anything other than companionship. A coffee shop or wine bar buddy when we were both at a loose end. Someone to give a blowjob to and for me to receive a cunt lick in return. Nice and off-the-cuff, not strings attached. Strings had a habit of becoming knotted, and a jumbled mess wasn’t on the cards for me. It couldn’t be, ever.

“I ought to hate you,” he said, “but damned if I can. You turned up this morning as though you actually had read my thoughts.”

“Ah, I just hoped you’d be thinking about me this morning, that’s all.”

“Of course I bloody was. You knew I would be. Last night ensured that. And here we are…”

“Yes, and here we are.” I stroked the inside of his wrist. “Much as I’d like to sit and natter, I have to get to work.” Leave them wanting more, that was my motto.

“But I’ve only just got here.” He frowned. “And isn’t that place shut in the day?”

Oh yes, I’d need to watch him. He thought too much.

“Look, if I choose to see you outside of our appointed times,” I said, “then that’s okay. I’m the one in charge of this little trip, I’m the one who decides when and where you become more enlightened to the alternative pleasures of life. You don’t choose the times or the locations. That’s part of the deal. I should have made that clear from the start. So, basically, you wait on me and do as I say when I say it, not the other way around.”

“So you expect me to just drop what I’m doing in the office so you can”—he leant forward—“suck my cock whenever you damn well want?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t do that. It isn’t possible. I could have clients.”

“Then you’d get rid of them.” I stood, trying hard to hold back laughter.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “This isn’t going to work.” He drank some coffee, stared down at the cup, then pushed it away from him as though it was tainted. “That isn’t decaff, is it? Shit.”

“Beg your pardon for being nice and paying for your coffee. Next time you can get it your bloody self,” I said. “And this is going to work. You’ll make it work. You won’t be able to help yourself.”

I left him sitting there, his mouth wide open, his eyes just as wide. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t afford to. If I had, I might well have felt sorry for him again.

Outside, the bite to the air soon sorted me out, blowing away all thoughts of any empathy I might have given Victor. I settled my mind on my work shift that evening and decided to mix things up a bit. I’d been bored with my usual routine lately, and meeting Victor had given me the boost I needed to try something different. Oh, I’d stick to the basics but fancied adding some little extras. After all, it wouldn’t do to have clients straying because I’d become predictable. There were those, of course, who liked everything the same, but they’d just have to suck it up and accept a new show from me.

I hopped onto a bus, having forgone using my car this morning, and let my mind idle while the double decker took me to my destination. Once again Victor had been positively fuming, yet I’d managed to placate him within a few minutes. I suspected it was the lack of control he couldn’t handle, things being taken out of his hands and put firmly into mine, but if he wanted to be taught new things, he’d have to get used to it. Would want to get used to it, if only to see where I took him, what I showed him. I thought of Lovisa and Halsten then, the sex-crazed Swedes, and it reminded me to check whether they were working this week. It might be fun to push Victor’s boundaries faster than I’d originally intended. Watching him watching them would be a sight and a half.

The bus lurched to a stop. I got off and walked down the alleyway to my work’s front door. I knocked, glanced up at the hidden camera situated above the lintel, and smiled. The door lock snapped, and I pushed inside.

“Hey, Fifi,” I said to our other receptionist, closing the door then going up to the desk.

Fifi gave me a knowing smile; her lips were painted almost black, a stark contrast against her neon red hair. “Heard you brought a virgin in last night, you naughty girl.”

I laughed. “I did, and what a virgin he is.” I sighed dramatically. “Which reminds me, are Lovisa and Halsten on this week?”

Fifi glanced at the rota in front of her. “They are indeed. God, are you bringing your virgin back to watch them? So soon after his first time? I heard you startled the shit out of him with Julie. That is so bad for a newbie. Talk about not easing him in gently.”

“He needs shocking,” I said. “Thinks he knows it all. Well, he did, until he met me.”

“Poor bastard. I don’t envy him. You’re ruthless, anyone ever tell you that?”

I shook my head. “No need. I already know it. I intend to open his eyes. Widely.”

“Sounds to me like you’ve already done that. You’ll give the man a heart attack if you’re not careful. Silver-haired at the temples, so I’m told. You’d better watch his ticker doesn’t give out on you, the amount of shocks you’re giving him.”

I dismissed her words with a wave of my hand. “Oh, behave. He’s fine. And it’s fun, teaching an older dog new tricks. More fun than I thought it would be.”

And it was fun. I just had to make sure I didn’t get used to it.

Or him.

I said a cheery tarra to Fifi and headed for the dressing room. Along with a change of routine, I thought I might switch my get-up a bit. It was all very well wearing a black PVC all-in-one most days, but I fancied showing a bit of skin before I stripped. Just enough to whet their appetites. A promise of what was to be revealed. I shuffled through the outfits on the rail, discarding some immediately, umming and ahhing over others. What would I want Victor to see me in? He’d already copped an eyeful of me naked, but for men, or so I’d been told, a woman dressed in just the right outfit drove them wilder than an instantaneous show of bare skin.

I spied a sleeve poking out from between a wedge of clothing.

Hmmm. Yes, I believed I’d found the perfect item.

Sapphic Christmassy Goodness Available Early!

Hi everyone,

More fantastic news – A Christmas to Remember, a lesbian erotic anthology I’m part of, is available early! It also contains stories from Erzabet Bishop, Laila Blake, Harper Bliss and Cheyenne Blue.

Here’s the blurb:

From the obligatory office party to a cabin in the woods, Christmas celebrations come in all shapes and sizes. The ladies in this Christmas anthology like to keep it original though, and get their festive groove on in bed shops and the Australian outback, not to mention the ‘Mermaids and Mistletoe Masquerade Ball’… A Christmas to Remember contains five lesbian erotica stories that will make your Christmas merry AND hot.

And don’t you just love that cover? *fans self*

So, what are you waiting for? Grab yourself some Sapphic sexiness this holiday season: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-christmas-to-remember/

Add it to Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19373970-a-christmas-to-remember

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

P.S. If gay erotic romance is more your thing, Illicit Relations is now also available for pre-order on Kobo, and is already storming up the charts. *happy dance*

P.P.S. I just signed and sent back a contract for a lesbian novella last night. Once I have it countersigned by the publisher, I’ll be sure to spill the beans ***

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Illicit Relations on Pre-Order! (M/M Erotic Romance)

Hi everyone,

I’m delighted to announce that my upcoming m/m erotic romance release, Illicit Relations, which comes out in exactly one week, is available for pre-order on Amazon! I had a great deal of fun writing this almost-taboo novella. Here’s the blurb:

Terry’s had a crush on his second cousin Justin for what seems like forever. He’s hidden it as well as possible, knowing that the other man is out of bounds, forbidden fruit. Second cousins getting together isn’t actually illegal, but for Justin the relationship is too close—he just can’t contemplate them being together.

But when some new information comes to light about Terry’s birth and his place in the family, the whole game changes. Suddenly the relationship isn’t so impossible, and things soon begin to get hot and heavy.

Pre-order your copy now (make it quick, as Amazon’s got it discounted at the moment!): Amazon UK | Amazon US

Add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18741652-illicit-relations

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Interview with Zee Monodee

Tell us about yourself. Both your writing self and your non-writing self. What are your interests and hobbies? Do you have a day job, etc?

Hello everyone! Pleasure to be here; thanks to lovely Lucy for inviting me over.

Okay, about me… I’m 30 years old, and sometimes it feels like I finished secondary school yesterday. But I just need to glance at my 10-yr-old son to know that cannot be the case, and then into the picture comes the husband, this man I’ve been with for almost 12 years now without throttling him (or vice versa, lol!) I live in Mauritius, born and raised here actually, and despite a stint abroad in England, home is where the heart is and mine was always on my island (especially when I met my husband here while trying to get over a very bad divorce. Yep, you read that right – I was already married and divorced at 18).

So basically, I’m your typical fun-loving gal – I love pop music, fashion, movies, TV shows, soap operas. I’m of Indian origin, so anything with drama draws me like a magnet to iron. And of course, I love to read. I could spend all my time in my reading corner downing book after book, but sadly, that’s not real life.

As for the day job, well I’m firstly a freelance editor, but since July 2012, I have been managing the Ubuntu line (geared to romance set in Africa and/or with African characters) at Decadent Publishing. It’s a challenging post but I relish a good challenge and there’s nothing I love more than finding a gem in the submissions and getting to bring an author into the spotlight.

And of course, I’m an author. I write mainly contemporary romance. Some of these works are set in Mauritius, where I showcase the culture I grew up in. Lately, a lot of my work is veering toward small town romances set in rural England – there’s something lovely and romantically magical to me about village life in the UK. Then I indulge my love of the paranormal (Uh, hello? I’m Zee and I’m a Supernatural junkie. Yes, the TV show) through the self-published Eternelles series I co-write with my bestie, Natalie G. Owens.

 

Give us the background on your latest release.

Well, I totally did not see this one veering into a series. It started as a thought a couple years back – I’d just finished dealing with a second bout of cancer (yes, 2x survivor of breast cancer here, and yes, too – it hit me twice in my 20s. Cancer doesn’t wait for later, so ladies, please take heed and check your boobies every month! It can save your life, like it did mine).

So yeah, there I was like a veritable encyclopaedia of first-hand cancer knowledge, and my bestie suggested: why not exploit all this and turn it into a story?

That’s how the character of Megha Saran was born, and her romance meant she fell in love with the most unlikely man ever – her super-playboy boss, Magnus Tramell. Now, Magnus’ family is very rich and in the village where they hail from, they’re almost considered like royalty. Since I’ve always loved the county of Surrey, it came as no surprise that I invented a small village there called Daimsbury.

Then life butted in and deadlines on other works crept up, so this story got relegated to the backburner. But sometime this year, one of the editors at Decadent Publishing mentioned a new line starting. In a nutshell, these would be category-style stories in a short length. Needless to say, I was intrigued. What could I write to submit to that line?

And the idea of Daimsbury popped inside my head again. Like, why not use a setting I’ve already created and peopled with some intriguing characters?

Now I’m a huge – and I really mean huge – fan of the TV show Supernatural. Jensen Ackles (considered by many, especially in the fandom, to be the hottest man alive) and Jared Padalecki (the hottest nerd alive, at least in the show, coz he’s no nerd in real life, lol) play two brothers fighting against Evil. So far, neither has got even the hint of a happy ending. It got me thinking – what if Dean and Sam (as they are known in the show) were regular blokes who also got a happy ending?

Jensen/Dean being the eldest, I had to start with him. J I wanted the characters in this series to be young, around their thirties. What sort of conflict can you give an early 30s bloke? Oooh, what if he had a teenage daughter? And what if this being-involved-in-a-teenage-pregnancy angle meant he lost the girl he really loved and wanted to marry all along? And what happened to this girl? That’s how Liam Morelli and Honor Whelan were born, and theirs became a story of former best friends finding themselves and a second chance at love over a Christmas season.

 

How did you get started with writing? And what was your route to publication like?

I have to say thanks to cancer for getting me to pursue my dream of writing. So there I was, just-turned 22. I was happily married, had an adorable toddler, and even my then-5-yr-old stepson seemed to like me and didn’t see me as an evil stepmum or something. I’d taken a break from corporate work (I used to be an after-sales department coordinator) to bring up my son, and was pursuing my degree via distance learning on the side. Life couldn’t get any better. Then the lump came, seemingly overnight. Less than 2 weeks later, I had a diagnosis of super-aggressive malignant breast cancer and it was a miracle I was still alive.

You know when they say that facing death and getting away with it gives you a different outlook, like a second chance at life? I was alive, and wanted to celebrate that fact every single moment of my life. It had always been my dream to write ‘one day’, but when I told my husband about this, he told me this: ‘One day is now. You make it happen.’

So that’s how I picked up the pen (and the keyboard) to start my first story. Writing this tale of divorce in Mauritius and a second chance at love became an anchor to me, and it kept me going and powering on between chemotherapy sessions and all the other treatments for the cancer.

That story was first published in Mauritius, in print. But my writing proficiency didn’t match the local market’s pace, so I turned to e-pubs in the US to push my work through. And that’s been it. Never looked back again.

 

What are you currently working on?

Well, I just finished my first NaNoWriMo, and the novel I penned for that challenge ended into a longer, single-title romance. Set in a rural village in North Yorkshire, it’s the tale of an anorexic supermodel whose family kidnaps her from backstage at a fashion week and forces her to lay low in this village until she’s realised how much she’s putting her life in danger because of the anorexia. On the first morning there, the model tries to break out…only to land onto the path of the very handsome, Viking-god-like pub owner and chef. Suddenly, staying in this sleepy place doesn’t look like Purgatory anymore.

It’s Book 1 in a series I’ve titled Havisham Park. I am now editing and polishing before I can submit this to a publisher. It’s fun, because I had to learn how to speak Yorkshire (which is a veritable other language from English, lol!) and then the village and its inhabitants came to life while I was writing. I’ve totally fallen in love with this world and cannot wait to get back to it.

 

Do you have a particular Muse for your writing? Do any of your characters bear startling resemblances to sexy celebrities or people you admire?

Muse? No, not really. I do hear ‘the voices’ though *grin* Authors will know what I mean. But yeah, characters scream to be written, and that’s muse enough for me.

And yes – almost every time, my characters will bear striking physical resemblances to sexy celebrities, especially men I’ve ogled/found hunky. The heroines, too, will look like someone famous. For example, in Bad Luck With Besties, Book 1 in The Daimsbury Chronicles, you already know that Liam Morelli, the hero, is templated off actor Jensen Ackles. Honor Whelan looks a lot like Katie Perry (especially with her blunt-cut fringe and those big eyes).

I prefer to work with a physical likeness because I always visualize my scenes before I write them, and this is easier to do when I have a definite physical image in my head, like an actor/puppet I’m having play out the scene. Helps keep my focus and consistency, then.

And yes, too – creating hunky romance heroes is a perfect excuse to indulge in eye candy research

 

Where do you see yourself in five years? Both writing-wise and non-writing-wise?

Writing-wise: a few series under my belt, and hopefully, these will be successful ones so I’ll still get to indulge in dabbling into those worlds and bringing their inhabitants to life for the length of a story. I hope to be a ‘recognised’ name by then, and readers seeking my stories for a good time.

Non-writing-wise: …to tell you the truth, I have absolutely no clue here. Hopefully, still married to my wonderful husband and watching the kids grow. My stepson will be out of the house/an adult by then, while my son will be in the last years of secondary school. I hope both will have grown into decent, respectable men and beautiful human beings. And yeah – me celebrating another 5 years of being cancer free.

 

And now for some silly questions…

Muscled or skinny?

Muscled. Not the bodybuilder type coz that’s a bit freaky, but some muscle even on a lean frame is, imo, necessary (and yeah, a man cannot, I repeat, cannot, have smaller hips than I do!)

 

Tall or short?

Tall. At 5’2, almost any male will tower over me, but I love my high heels so my man’s got to be tall for us not to look like Nicole Kidman and Tom Cruise

 

Boxers or briefs?

Doesn’t matter. He’ll lose either when it matters *wink*

 

Moustache or beard?

Beard + moustache or nothing at all. I find moustache-alone rather creepy And beards can be sexy

 

Long hair or shaven head?

Hmmm… Both have their particular allure. I’d go with shaven head, though, coz I tend to find balding men sexy (hello, Jason Statham!)

 

Tattoos or piercings?

Tattoos! Piercings are scary, like, what if I hurt him without meaning to because of that scrap of metal in whatever-body part?

 

Intelligent or funny?

I’d go with funny. Nobody likes a bore, even if he’s super intelligent. That being said, nerds are sexy, though…

 

Blond, brunette or red head?

Being of Indian origin and living in a land where almost everyone has dark hair, I have a definite propensity to like blond men (half my heroes, or more, are blond…)

 

Hottest celebrity (tell us why, if you like)?

Hmmm, now that’s a very tough one…. So many to choose; do I have to settle for just one? It’s a tossup between Hugh Jackman and Chris Hemsworth. Yes, they’re both gorgeous men with adorable smiles and voices to make you swoon, but what attracts me most on top of all that is they’re both family men. I find that the epitome of hotness – a man dedicated to his wife and children.

 

Top same-sex crush (or opposite sex if you already like same-sex!)

Another tough one…. Charlize Theron. That woman kicks arse and she is gorgeous!

 

Most disliked celebrity (tell us why, if you like)

Kim Kardashian. Do I really need to state out the obvious why?

 

Favourite food

Hands-down, pizza!

 

Favourite book (tell us why, if you like)

The Undomestic Goddess by Sophie Kinsella. It is funny and smart and somehow, real, because this could totally happen, and I love the way the heroine’s eyes become open to what really matters in life. And yes, the laughter.

 

Favourite place in the world (tell us why, if you like)

My home country, Mauritius. It’s got beauty and what I cherish most – tolerance. I’m a “covered” Muslim woman yet nobody gives me a second glance or calls me a potential terrorist here despite my conservative dressing-type.

 

Anything else you’d like to add?

Lol – I think I’ve rambled enough. *wink*

 

Now give us the blurb, an extract and buy links for your latest release.

 

Title: Bad Luck with Besties

Series: The Daimsbury Chronicles

Book #: 1

Genre: Contemporary romance

Heat level: Sweet

Publisher: Decadent Publishing, LLC

 

Blurb:

Honor Whelan always trips into bad luck with male best friends. Abandoned by her bestie of eleven years who got her pregnant during a one-night-stand, she finds herself destitute and alone, with no other choice but to head home to the Surrey village of Daimsbury.

Fifteen years earlier, Honor left Daimsbury because her then best friend and the boy she loved, Liam Morelli, got another friend pregnant.

Honor had run…but today, she can no longer hide. Especially not when fate knocks her straight into Liam’s path, and he starts to show signs of wanting a second chance.

Will her luck finally change or will she continue to fight bad luck with besties?

 

Excerpt:

She let her gaze travel to the dining table, bare except for the two white documents in stark contrast against the mahogany wood. Which one should she contemplate first? Not that she hadn’t spent the past three months pouring over them. Glancing at the papers shocked her with solid punch to the gut. Every single time.

What had she expected, really? Jonathan might have gotten her up the duff during one drunken night, yet he still remained totally gay. The flat and all its contents belonged to him. He wouldn’t get his hands on her book collection, that was for sure. Everything else, he’d ditched, like a person picked up a rotten sock with the barest pinch of fingers and tossed the smelly rag in the rubbish bin.

A flutter, akin to something pulling inside, started in her belly. She placed a hand on the spot where a baby grew in her. She could almost feel the kid calming from the touch. Doctors could say whatever they wanted; she knew her body. Her baby was alive and proud to exist. Why couldn’t Jonathan see that?

She sighed. Her gaze landed on the eviction papers. Her three months’ notice would run up tomorrow, and she no longer held hope that Jonathan would come round and tell her everything had been a mistake, that he hadn’t meant to eject her, and his child, out of his life and throw her out on her arse, to boot.

She’d been an idiot. The minute she’d confessed about her pregnancy, all shades of her best friend for the past eleven years had vanished. The cold, hard man she’d faced had turned tail and run to his former lover, the same one who had dumped him like a rotten sock, too. The most misogynistic bastard Honor had ever encountered. No wonder Jonathan, under his influence, sent her not only an eviction notice, but also the papers wherein he renounced all rights to the baby and requested she never bother him with anything pertaining to the child.

How could she have been so wrong about him? A tear rolled down her cheek. She should know, shouldn’t she, having an awful track record with male best friends. Hadn’t Liam Morelli gotten Rose Payne, the other member of their trinity, pregnant when they’d been seventeen?

And speaking of Liam. No, she couldn’t think of him. He’d returned to Daimsbury where she was headed, but no other choice lay before her. She had to go back, because the family house in that Surrey village was her only remaining possession.

Buy Links:

Amazon UK

Amazon US

Decadent Publishing

 

Now give us your author bio and website/social media links.

Stories about love, life, relationships… in a melting-pot of culture

Zee is an author who grew up on a fence – on one side there was modernity and the global world, on the other there was culture and traditions. Putting up with the culture for half of her life, one day she decided she’d stand tall on her wall and dip toes every now and then into both sides of her non-conventional upbringing.

From this resolution spanned a world of adaptation and learning to live on said wall. The realization also came that many other young women of the world were on their own fence.

This particular position became her favourite when she decided to pursue her lifelong dream of writing – her heroines all sit ‘on a fence’, whether cultural or societal, in today’s world or in times past, and face dilemmas about life and love.

Hailing from the multicultural island of Mauritius, Zee is a degree holder in Communications Science. She is married, mum to a tween son, & stepmum to a teenage lad.

Website & blog: http://zeemonodee.blogspot.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/ZeeMonodee

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/zee.monodee

Goodreads:  http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4836171.Zee_Monodee

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/zeemonodee/

Thanks again for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed this interview and wish you the best of luck with your latest release. Many sales!

Random Acts of Trust by Julia Kent

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent comes the newest book in the Random series…

Giving up is hard…but giving in is even harder.

When did my life become a demented episode from The Mindy Project?

Moving to Boston to begin grad school meant I was supposed to start a new life — not dig through a past I thought I’d left behind four years ago. But when I saw the poster for Random Acts of Crazy, all I could think about was the drummer, Sam Hinton, the boy I’d loved in high school and who disappeared with my heart.

Who knew I’d become the living version of Magic Mike?

Seeing Amy Smithson at my gig and watching her win a kiss from my bandmate, Liam, was a gut punch. Four years ago we squared off in a high school debate that had higher stakes than we ever imagined, and here I was…wanting what I’d walked away from. Are there too many secrets between us to allow her to trust me again?

And can I trust myself?

The second book in the Random series after the wildly successful New York Times and USA Today bestseller Random Acts of Crazy, Random Acts of Trust is a New Adult romantic comedy that explores the love between one man, one woman, and ends with one Happily Ever After (and no cliffhangers or chickens!). Fate took their lives by storm four years ago and put an unbreachable gulf between Sam and Amy. This 87,000 word/346 printed page book asks: Can time really heal all wounds…or are some scars too deep?

Available from:

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Barnes & Noble

Kobobooks.com

Smashwords

Bookstrand

All Romance eBooks

*****

Bio:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent turned to writing contemporary romance after deciding that life is too short not to have fun. She writes romantic comedy with an edge, and new adult books that push contemporary boundaries. From billionaires to BBWs to rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every book she writes, but unlike Trevor from Random Acts of Crazy, she has never kissed a chicken.

She loves to hear from her readers by email at jkentauthor@gmail.com, on Twitter @jkentauthor, and on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/jkentauthor . Visit my blog at http://jkentauthor.blogspot.com

*****

There’s a huge giveaway over on Julia’s blog:

http://jkentauthor.blogspot.com/2013/12/random-acts-of-trust-giveaway-win-prize.html

My Sexy Saturday #10 – #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 I just had sexy. So I’ve selected a snippet from my co-authored BDSM erotic romance novel, Grand Slam. This is the morning after Travis and Marie’s first time, you know

Sunday morning passed in a blur of fucking and fried food. It was completely and utterly unhealthy sustenance, but at some point in the night Marie and I had had a sleepy conversation about things we missed about home—and an English breakfast was one of them. I’d resolved to make one when we got up—which was closer to lunchtime than breakfast time.



I didn’t have all of the essential ingredients in my fridge, unfortunately—it seemed black pudding was elusive in L.A.—but I did a damn good job of the bacon, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, fried bread, sausages and baked beans. Marie was in charge of making us each a mug of English breakfast tea while I was working my culinary magic—or at least it smelled like magic.



When we finally sat at the table, me in shorts and a t-shirt, Marie in last night’s dress, we shared an excited grin before tucking in. “Oh my God,” Marie said, after chewing and swallowing a mouthful of food, “that is so good. I think we may have made a mistake here. After eating this, we’ll be booking the next flights home!”



I laughed. “I know what you mean. The bacon and sausages aren’t quite what we’d get in England, but they’ll do in a pinch. At some point I’ll find one of those supermarkets that sells proper British food.”



“Oh yeah!” Marie said, waving her fork around excitedly. “You’ll have to let me know when you find one. I haven’t had a bar of proper Cadbury’s chocolate in far too long! Like six days or something. The stuff they have over here just doesn’t taste the same. It’s a different recipe or something.”



“Oh you’re a chocoholic, are you?” It suddenly occurred to me how little I really knew about her and I resolved to try to rectify that.



“Not just chocolate. Pretty much anything sweet. I have a real sweet tooth.”

You can buy Grand Slam here.

Please use the list below to head on over to the other blogs participating in My Sexy Saturday, and don’t forget to leave us all comments, we love ‘em!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

New Release: Girls Rule, Boys Drool

Hi everyone,

I’m delighted to announce another new release! Girls Rule, Boys Drool is a collection of lesbian erotica.

Here’s the blurb:

Three lesbian erotic short stories from popular writer Lucy Felthouse.

Girls Rule, Boys Drool

Boyish dyke Toni is working at the local golf club, serving champagne to arrogant, privileged folk when she spots Clarissa. She’s one of the posh people, but she looks like she’d rather be somewhere else—anywhere else. Toni’s immediately smitten and wants to put a smile on the older woman’s beautiful face, so she decides to show Clarissa just why girls rule and boys drool.

Making An Impression

Joely’s holiday has consisted mainly of chilling out by the hotel pool, having the occasional swim and reading lots. That is, until a hot brunette arrives and suddenly, Joely has trouble concentrating on anything else. Her gaydar non-existent, Joely decides on an unusual course of action to find out whether the newcomer bats for the same side as her.

Fear as an Aphrodisiac

Girlfriends Nikki and Sonya are on holiday in Edinburgh, Scotland’s capital city. They’re having fun sightseeing, until a super-scary tourist attraction sends Nikki into meltdown. Once outside again, Nikki slowly starts to feel better—and, much to her surprise, horny. Quickly realising that the fear has acted as a potent aphrodisiac, she decides to take advantage of that fact, right there in the middle of the city.

More info, excerpt and buy links are here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/girls-rule-boys-drool/

Add it to Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19230294-girls-rule-boys-drool

Don’t you just love that cover?

Happy reading,

Lucy x***

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Interview with Karenna Colcroft

Please welcome Karenna Colcroft, a fellow Ellora’s Cave author, with a fabulous interview and dishing the dirt on her latest release, Whatever He Wants, part of the Boys Will Do Boys series.

Tell us about yourself. Both your writing self and your non-writing self. What are your interests and hobbies? Do you have a day job, etc?

My writing self is far more interesting than my non-writing self! As Karenna Colcroft, I’ve had over 40 romances published, including short stories, novellas, and full-length novels. My new Ellora’s Cave release Whatever He Wants is my 46th romance release, though some of the early ones are now out of print. I started writing erotic romance in 2006 on a challenge from a friend, and my first e-book was published in March 2009. As Jo Ramsey, I write young adult fiction, and have had 21 titles published in that category since January 2010.

As for non-writing… Hmm. I don’t have any hobbies, and my only interests are reading and watching TV. I’m the mother of two teenagers, and am married to a man I call my “real-life romance hero” husband because he’s done so much for my children (who are from my first marriage) and me since he met us. Including telling me earlier this year to quit the day job to write full-time, which I’ve been doing since September.

 

Give us the background on your latest release.

When I started writing erotic romance, I focused on heterosexual romance because I didn’t know if I could write male/male accurately. But then I gave it a try in late 2010 for an anthology that honoured a writing friend of mine. (The Wishing on a Blue Star anthology from Dreamspinner Press.) And when I realized I actually was capable of writing male/male romance, I continued doing so. I became so comfortable with it that I considered giving up writing hetero stuff.

I’d already had several hetero romances published with Ellora’s Cave and wanted to continue writing for them, but wasn’t sure about publishing male/male with them. But then months ago, they issued a call for male/male stories for a collection called “Boys Will Do Boys,” and I decided to give it a go. Whatever He Wants is the result of that decision.

(For those who may be wondering, I chose not to completely give up writing hetero romance; I have a hetero contemporary novel under contract with Ellora’s Cave now.)

 

How did you get started with writing? And what was your route to publication like?

I’ve been making up stories since I was about three years old, and started writing them down when I was five. Even back then, I knew that someday, I wanted to see my stories in books like the ones I read. From then through university and into my first marriage, I mostly wrote stories for teens and pre-teens, but I never completely had the confidence to submit any.

In 2000, I was teaching special education at a very small school in a rural area, and my budget was not high enough to buy phonics-based reading materials for my students. So I wrote my own, and those 75 stories (1-2 pages apiece), along with the comprehension and phonics worksheets I developed to use with the stories, became my first publication in 2002, when a small educational press released them.

I continued writing fiction for teens, and in 2005 I met someone who became my first beta reader and my biggest cheerleader. He also became a close friend, and I confided in him about some issues from my past. In summer 2006, he challenged me, because of what I told him, to write something showing “sex in a positive light,” and since I almost always accept writing challenges, I did. I was impressed with my results, so I continued writing very short erotica stories, and a year later—by which time I’d divorced my first husband and was dating again—a man I was seeing suggested I submit my stories to the Literotica site. So I did that for about a year and a half, and through Literotica, I found my first publisher.

 

What are you currently working on?

I’m currently catching up on some revisions. I mentioned liking writing challenges… At the beginning of November, after submitting a novel to one of my publishers, I gave myself the challenge of writing 15 short stories from November 11-30. I completed that challenge on November 28, with eight young adult short stories and seven romance/erotica shorts, and I’m currently revising a few of them to submit to publications.

 

Do you have a particular Muse for your writing? Do any of your characters bear startling resemblances to sexy celebrities or people you admire?

My muse’s name is Dominic, and he’s a bossy pain in the ass who leans over my shoulder and corrects my grammar and phrasing while I type. Okay, he’s a figment of my imagination, but sometimes he makes it hard to remember that! I don’t generally use real-life people, either folks I know or celebrities, as inspiration for my characters’ appearances.

 

Where do you see yourself in five years? Both writing-wise and non-writing-wise?

Writing-wise, in five years I hope to have an agent and/or contracts with at least one of the “big time” romance or young adult publishers. I’ll still be writing full-time, and will still be splitting my time between erotic romance and young adult. And I’ll be earning enough that all my credit cards and my car will have long since been paid off.

Non-writing, I honestly don’t know. I’ll still be married to hubby. Both of my kids will be out of the house, since they’re currently 18 and 15 years old. So I really have no answer to that.

 

And now for some silly questions…

Muscled or skinny? Muscled

Tall or short? Tall

Boxers or briefs? Boxer-briefs… the best of both worlds

Moustache or beard? Neither (though hubby has both)

Long hair or shaven head? Long hair

Tattoos or piercings? Tats

Intelligent or funny? Both!

Blond, brunette or red head? Brunette

Hottest celebrity (tell us why, if you like)? I don’t know… Honestly, I can’t think of one.

Top same-sex crush (or opposite sex if you already like same-sex!) I don’t have any same-sex crushes.

Most disliked celebrity (tell us why, if you like) See my answer to #15

Favourite food Scallion pancake

Favourite book (tell us why, if you like) Oh, no… there are WAY too many books I love to choose just one as a favourite!

Favourite place in the world (tell us why, if you like) Lunenburg, Nova Scotia (Canada). It’s my mother’s home town, and as a child/teen, it was the safest place in my life.

Anything else you’d like to add? If any readers would like to suggest a hobby they think I would enjoy (other than cross-stitch embroidery; I used to love doing that, but my vision is too poor now, I just tried it last month and couldn’t see the holes to get the needle through!), I would love to hear suggestions… and I’ll draw one name from the commenters to receive a PDF copy of Whatever He Wants.

 

Now give us the blurb, an extract and buy links for your latest release.

BLURB: Grad student Randall has a reputation to uphold. He’s too busy to fall in love, and is known among his friends as the king of one-night stands. He prefers it that way until he meets Isaiah at a party.

Against all of Randall’s expectations, Isaiah turns out to be exactly what he’s looking for, and for the first time Randall’s heart gets involved. Randall doesn’t know whether Isaiah is truly interested in him or just playing the player, but to find out, Randall will do whatever Isaiah wants.

Inside Scoop: This book contains some Dominance/submission action between a guy who lives for one-night stands and the guy who wants to tame him.

 

EXTRACT (UNEDITED):

The table was covered with platters of sandwich meats and rolls, vegetables and chips, along with bottles of vodka, rum, juice and soda. Randall slapped together a couple of sandwiches on a paper plate and added a handful of chips. He reached for a red plastic cup from the stack at the other end of the table. A smooth hand with slightly hairy knuckles blocked him.

Glaring, Randall looked up at the owner of the hand. It was not a wise move to come between him and his food and drink when he was this hungry and pissy. He readied a few scathing words but found himself speechless when he saw pale-blond, almost white shaggy hair and brilliant blue eyes set in a slightly tanned face.

The guy could have stepped out of a painting. He was gorgeous.

Randall’s cock started to stiffen and he gulped. He refused to get besotted by some random stranger. At least not until he’d had something to eat.

“Sorry.” The guy grinned. “I’m so thirsty I wasn’t even paying attention. After you.”

“Thanks.” Flustered, Randall took a cup and half filled it with rum then topped it off with cola.

“Pour me one of those, would you?” The guy set an empty cup in front of Randall. “I’m Isaiah.”

“Randall.” He poured the drink and held the cup up for Isaiah to take. He tried to avoid the guy’s eyes. He’d never seen eyes so intensely bright and it wouldn’t take much for them to pull him in.

He wasn’t like Brad. He had no interest in relationships. He didn’t have the time or energy for them. Even a fuck-buddy arrangement was too much effort. He just wanted to get off and go home. But if he let himself hook up with Isaiah, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stick to his usual standards.

“Haven’t seen you around.” Isaiah took a sip of his drink and grimaced. “Damn, that’s strong.”

“It isn’t that strong.” Randall sipped his own. Exactly the way he usually had it. “You aren’t used to alcohol, huh?”

“As a matter of fact, no. I’m usually the designated driver.” Isaiah took another sip. “But it’s my birthday so I’m partying tonight. My buddies thought this would be a good way to celebrate.”

“Hanging around a bunch of loud drunks who won’t even be able to stay on their feet to dance within a couple hours?” Randall rolled his eyes at himself. Nothing like insulting the entire guest list, including Isaiah’s friends. “Sorry. Grouchy grad student here. I’m a bit cynical tonight. Happy birthday.”

“No issue and thanks.” Isaiah’s smile was as brilliant as his eyes. “Grouchy because you work too hard or because you don’t have enough fun?”

“Aren’t those the same thing?”

“Not necessarily.” Isaiah leaned against the table and immediately jumped up. “Shit. Fucking thing is not stable. Working too hard doesn’t mean you don’t leave time for fun. Some people manage to do both.”

“I don’t have enough fun.” Randall took a deep breath and faced Isaiah full on. His cock stiffened a bit more. Apparently he was in the mood for a guy. At least for this one.

He hesitated to proposition Isaiah. The guy might take it wrong. Hell, he didn’t even know if Isaiah gay, bi or one hundred percent straight. Not that he’d ever met anyone in the latter category. He’d fucked a few guys who’d claimed to be straight but hadn’t had any objection to shoving their cocks into a guy’s mouth or a nice, tight ass.

If he’d been faced with any other guy, Randall would already have started with the pick-up lines. Isaiah was different. Randall couldn’t have said how. He just knew he didn’t want to push the guy.

Available from Ellora’s Cave | Amazon UK | Amazon US

 

Author bio and links

Karenna Colcroft is the alter ego of a shy, sedate wife and mother who is not a werewolf. (And who was dared to put that last line in her bio…) She started writing stories at age five, and wrote her first erotic romance in 2006 on a challenge from a friend. Her first book was published in March 2009, and since then she has had numerous short stories, novellas, and novels published. Karenna lives in the northeastern United States with her two teens, her real-life romance hero husband, two cats, and a pet mouse who is plotting to take over the world.

Find out more about Karenna and her books (and her blog!) on her website, http://www.karennacolcroft.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/karenna.colcroft

Twitter: https://twitter.com/KarennaColcroft

Tumblr: http://karennacolcroft.tumblr.com

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/karennacolcroft/boards/

Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Karenna-Colcroft/e/B0031HAOUK/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

Goodreads author page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3088615.Karenna_Colcroft

 

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Thanks, and likewise with your upcoming release! I’m looking forward to you visiting my blog on December 18!***

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A Fantastic Review for Love’s Reprise!

I was delighted to be sent this fantastic review of Love’s Reprise over at Spanking Romance Reviews. Check it out:

“Each of these stories is a love story, but what you’ll get is so much more. They are each chock-full of steamy sex scenes that will fog up your computer scene as well as…you guessed it! Strong, dominant women who like to take charge and spank the ones they love. If you’re looking for hot scenes and tender romances—and some rekindled flames that burn rather hot—then I suggest you pick up a copy of this book, stat. This was a highly entertaining, thoroughly enjoyable book! All the stories were well written and interesting. Give it a read—you’ll be glad you did!”

And that’s just a snippet! If you want to read the whole review, go here.

And if you want to find out more about this sexy anthology, and grab your own copy, go here.