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Road Trip is Free!

Excellent news! Road Trip, a mini-anthology from Xcite Books containing my super hot sugar daddy story, In Search of Bookcases, is currently free!

Here are the blurbs for the stories included:

Road Trip

Emma’s never had such good sex as when, in her university days, she found herself being banged, up against the wall in a grotty flat with an unknowing fellow student just a few feet away. Now that she’s older, wiser and worried about creasing her business suit, can a younger man persuade her to risk everything for a quickie in a public place?

In Search Of Bookcases

Sophia works in an upmarket London department store. Enter Declan, a hot older man – he’s sexy, available and loaded, but down to earth too. As she helps him to furnish his luxury home, his purchasing frenzy is littered with flirting and double entendres, so when Declan leaves, Sophia’s left feeling more than a little flustered. But when she realises he’s left something behind, Sophia does the decent thing and returns it to him, with some seriously sexy results.

Motion of the Ocean

Seduction isn’t part of the plan for newly-divorced Suzanne when she accepts an invitation for a relaxing weekend at the ocean – then she meets Mark, the 22-year-old son of a close friend. His hard young body proves to be too great a temptation and, using the pretext of a moonlight swim, she shows him a few of the tricks that only a more experienced older woman can offer.

The Gaze

Dale is an old cuss who works construction. At nearly 50 years old, this grizzled man is surprised to engage the attention of a 19-year-old boy, who gazes at him from the bus stop day after day. After nearly three weeks of scrutiny, it’s Dale who finds the confidence to finally make the first move.

I’ve Got My Eyes On You

Who is the young man who repeatedly appears in the same places as Eleanor? As a woman in her late forties, she should be flattered. But is he just an admirer or could he be a stalker? Eleanor determines to find out. Her efforts lead her down the road to some unexpected revelations, not least concerning her own sexuality.

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You can also read an extract from my story here.

Filthy Friday: Tanith Davenport

Check out Tanith Davenport’s fab post in this series to help promote the erotic anthology, Smut by the Sea.

Say a big hello to Tanith!

Dive Right In

When I write, sometimes I have a title in mind, other times it comes later. With I Like It Wet, the title came first. There was a certain cadence to it, as well as a certain spice. I pencilled it in as a potential title for a shower sex story and put it to one side.

And then I met Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse at Eroticon. They handed me a card for Smut By The Sea and that was that – shower sex became beach sex. And since I had recently been to Scarborough and been utterly soaked during a walk down the seafront, I immediately had the idea for the ultimate water kink – being drenched by waves.

Talia was a great character to write. I read far too many heroines, even today, who have no purpose in life beyond finding a man and no sexuality until he awakens it. Talia, however, is a junior fashion designer who has plans for her future career and takes control of her own pleasure – something which drives my hero, Jay, absolutely wild. A fellow designer and a passionate man, Jay is used to being underestimated and misconstrued by those around him, so the discovery that Talia also has hidden depths is enough to ignite sparks between them.

And Scarborough is a great place to fall in love. I go there a lot and I love the place.

So next time I go, I may slip down to the beach and think about Talia and Jay frolicking in the waves. In the meantime, I hope everyone else enjoys reading all about it – and maybe discovering they also like it wet.

Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

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Follow the Rainbow Book Reviews Blog Hop

As part of the Follow the Rainbow Book Reviews Blog Hop, I’m going to answer the question: What does writing GLBTQ literature mean to me?

I write gay, lesbian and bisexual fiction (as well as straight fiction). I love it because I have so much freedom. I can fix up any kind of pairing (or more-ing! Just made up a word there), make it erotica, erotic romance or pure romance. I also write contemporary and paranormal stuff, which adds in even more writing fodder. Because of this, I’ve written contemporary lesbian stuff, paranormal lesbian stuff, contemporary bisexual stuff, military gay stuff… you get the picture. I can just write whatever stories come into my head and I don’t have to worry if the guys like other guys, or the girls like both, and so on.

Of course it means that some readers will only either read my GLBTQ stuff, or my straight stuff, because they don’t like the other pairings. But it can also mean that readers that find me through one avenue of work may be tempted to try reading something different. I’ve had several reviews where the reviewer has said that my work was the first lesbian stuff they’d read, and that’s awesome.

So, if I were to boil it down to a couple of words, I’d say freedom and variety. That’s what writing GLBTQ literature means to me.

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Sex Toy Review: Lovehoney Mains Powered Magic Wand Vibrator

I’ve been eyeing one of these up for ages, so when I saw that the Lovehoney Mains Powered Magic Wand Vibrator was available to purchase from Lovehoney‘s Oh! Points scheme, and that I had enough, I placed my order. And wow, am I glad I did.

I used to have one trusty toy that did its job every single time, but it was due for replacement, and I think I’ve found it. The Lovehoney Mains Powered Magic Wand Vibrator means I never have to buy batteries again – hurrah!

It took a while to get used to this toy because it’s much bigger and heavier than my previous “best buddy” but once I figured it out, I was sold. Even the lowest setting on this bad boy is super powerful. But of course, with great power comes… great noise. Unless you live with someone that is deaf then you absolutely couldn’t use this while they were home. Not even under your bed covers.

But it’s a small price to pay for a mains powered toy that absolutely does the job. If you like your vibrations super intense, then it’s definitely worth forking out for this toy – which isn’t that expensive, all things considered.

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Sunday Snog – Dodging

Here’s a snog-tastic snippet from Smut by the Sea, which is an erotic anthology that I co-edited with Victoria Blisse. It also contains my story, Dodging.

“Wow,” he said, standing so close to me that we were almost touching, “you found a great place for us to be alone. Anyone would think you planned it!”



I was grateful that the shade from the cliffs hid my blush. I shrugged. “I come here a lot, is all. I’ve been exploring this beach since I could walk!”



“Well,” he replied, moving so I was trapped between his considerable frame and the chalky wall behind me, “I’m very glad you did.”



Then, he leaned down and kissed me. Part of me wanted to protest—hey, I’m meant to be seducing you, not the other way around!—but as his large, strong hands cupped my face and his warm slippery tongue demanded access to my mouth, I realised I didn’t care. The end result was going to be the same.



I closed my eyes and my head swam with dizzying lust as Finlay’s skilled mouth licked, sucked and nibbled at mine. His hands moved from my face and down my body, gripping my hips and pulling me closer to him. I felt the insistent press of his erection through his combats and a fresh burst of arousal zipped to my groin. At this rate I was going to melt into a puddle of sexy hormones on the sand and get washed away when the tide came in.



Since Finlay had made the first move, throwing me off my stride, my hands were still hanging uselessly by my sides. Realising I could be doing something far more interesting with them, I shucked my bag off my shoulder onto the sand, then reached up to grab the impressive biceps that had so captivated me when I’d first spotted him. I squeezed, enjoying the feel of hard muscle beneath warm skin, and wondering how best to take advantage of the great strength Finlay clearly had.



He pressed me harder into the cliff face, and I rolled my hips in response, desperate to get some friction on my neglected clit. A rumble of laughter came from deep inside his chest, and he slipped a hand between our bodies and cupped my pubic mound. I couldn’t help it, I ground against him like a horny teenager, wanting more, wanting his cock thrusting inside me and fucking us both into blissful oblivion. I pulled away from our kiss and said as much—though not nearly as eloquently. He laughed again.



“Far be it for me to deprive a lady. But first—” he backed away and undid my jeans, then pulled them and my thong down in one go, “—I want to eat your pussy.”



I wasn’t going to argue with that sexy sentiment, so I kicked off one of my shoes and helped Finlay as he slid the denim down and off my leg. Then he grabbed my ankle and hoisted it so my foot rested on his shoulder. I placed the flats of my hands against the rock behind me, bracing myself for what I hoped would be a true oral delight. I wasn’t disappointed.

You can get your hands on Smut by the Sea here.

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

Filthy Friday: M. A. Stacie

This is the first blog post in a series I’m hosting to give readers an insight into the stories in erotic anthology, Smut by the Sea.

Say a big hello to M. A. Stacie!

Saucy Seaside Stories

Huge thanks to Lucy for inviting me onto her blog. It’s a pleasure to be asked, and to be included in the Smut by the Sea anthology.

My short, Ice Cream Kisses, is one of the many stories within in the wonderful anthology, and I stumbled upon the submission call after Lucy sent out a tweet. I adore the great British seaside and spent many summers making sand castles and riding on the funfair. There’s nowhere quite like it so I knew I had to write something for it.

The seaside always reminds me of ice cream, fish and chips and those really greasy, sugary donuts you buy on the pier. Yum! However, the idea of writing a sexy scene within a chip shop or donut stall didn’t quite do it for me. That’s how my lush ice cream man started out. I’m sure my dad would be horrified that I’d turned my childhood memories into smutty fantasies.

With many of my short stories, I like to add a back story, but one that doesn’t give all the answers. Skye will therefore always be a little bit of an anomaly. Ice Cream Kisses is just one small moment in her life. Her past, and future for that matter, are left to the reader’s imagination.

Deciding exactly what my couple would get up to was the hardest (no pun intended) part of all. I find the excitement and nerves when a couple could get caught always intriguing to read though writing it was a challenge. I’d chosen a very busy seaside—Brighton Beach, and at a very busy time—an open air concert, so keeping the anxiety level while still conveying what the couple were up to was taxing. There was certainly a lot of ‘Fat Boy Slim’ music played while writing it…just to get the atmosphere, as he’s held a few open air concerts on Brighton Beach.

There may also have been a little product testing with the ice cream. It would have been wrong not to research the story, right? People say write what you know. Well, now I know an awful lot about ice cream, but maybe not so much about saucy interludes with the ice cream seller in the back of his shop.

Thanks again to Lucy!

 

M.A. Stacie

Xx

Website: www.mastacie.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/MAStacie

Twitter: @MAStacie

Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Buy your copy here!

Guest Blog: C. Margery Kempe

The Magic of the Serpentine

The magic of Kensington Gardens—home of Peter Pan—may be well known, but its adjacent neighbour, The Serpentine, may be less so. It got a big boost during the Olympics because the Triathalon began there.

Go Brownlees!

I set the opening of The Swan Prince there even though the initial spark of the idea came to me in Galway. Living in the west coast town you just can’t miss the swans everywhere you go. They rule the city! And don’t they know it, too. They pose for pictures or else sail regally up the Corrib.

The Serpentine is a more tame sort of place than Ireland’s wild coast, but it seems the perfect place for a swan prince in exile. After all it was created by the wish of Queen Caroline back in the 18th century. Although artificial, royal gardener Charles Bridgeman created it to appear natural.

In the 19th century the lake got a new notoriety when the poet Percy Bysshe Shelley’s pregnant first wife drowned herself in its waters. He married Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin just a couple weeks later. That tragedy was just one of several that coloured the mind who created the immortal Frankenstein.

The Serpentine is the border between the magic of Kensington Park and the more brisk busyness of Hyde Park, with its Speaker’s Corner and horse paths. As you cross over the Serpentine Bridge, it offers a moment of contemplation. The boaters dot its surface offering Londoners and tourists alike a little oasis of gentle fun in the midst of the bustling city.

And if you haven’t enjoyed the café at the water’s edge, you just haven’t had one of the nicest treats in London.

Here’s a little snippet of the novelette, where Lena and Charles head to the café after he dramatically rescues her brother Freddy from the waters:

Lena smiled and turned to the young man trying to dry his clothes with the rough blanket. “Can I buy you a tea and cake? And maybe you’ll tell me your name?”

When he laughed, Lena admired the easy smile he gave her, the deep blue eyes and the fine, strong features of his face. The startling white stripe in his hair didn’t appear to be any indication of age, for his face looked as young as her own.

“Charles Downing.” He shook her hand. Even chilled by the waters of the Serpentine, the warmth of his grasp and the feeling of his skin against hers, sent familiar feelings shooting through her. His gaze held hers. Then they both flushed and looked away from each other. What is this? Lena thought.

And with a grave seriousness, he turned his gaze to her brother and said, “Pleased to meet you, Freddy.”

“Let’s have cakes!” Freddy exclaimed, nearly tripping over his blanket and immediately dragging his new friend toward the café. Charles grinned back at Lena and allowed himself to be jerked along.

“Freddy, don’t pull on Charles like that. He doesn’t even know you.”

“It’s all right, really.” He laughed again.

Charles’s voice had a wonderful warm tone that caused little vibrations along Lena’s skin, waking her senses. Oh my. She laughed, too. She found it rare to be so instantly at ease with someone, and so fascinated. It had been so long since she had felt that frisson of instant fascination—and attraction.

Freddy jumped up and down at the counter, demanding hot chocolate and cake. Charles wanted to demur from anything, but Lena insisted he at least have a coffee. “If only to drive away the chill,” she said with mock seriousness.

They sipped their hot drinks and chatted between outbursts from Freddy, who saw the need to name everything he could in the café. In no time at all, Lena confessed her despair about her joblessness and Charles offered a sympathetic ear.

“You moan that your life is so dull and then when something catastrophic occurs, you realise just how good things had been.” He sighed and looked away.

“Ah, you too?” Lena watched the faraway look in Charles’ eyes. A shadow crossed his face, as if a storm had blown in from the coast. “I’m glad I have my folks to rely on, but it’s a bit miserable feeling, as if I have no say-so in my own life.”

Charles gave her a rueful smile. “I no longer have family to protect me. I suppose I should be happy enough on my own, but I envy your safety net.”

Lena put a hand over his. “How awful to be on your own!”

Charles shrugged, but he didn’t remove his hand from under hers. “We do what we can with the fate we’ve been handed.”

“Why don’t you come to tea?” Lena asked, surprising even herself with the sudden inspiration. “We can always add one more place.” Don’t push, Lena, maybe he has a girl friend. Or boyfriend. Or somewhere to be.

Charles smiled, but with regret. “I can’t do that. But tomorrow . . . would you like to meet up for lunch?”

Lena balanced her initial regret against this new possibility. “Sure. Where shall we meet?”

“Peter Pan?”

Lena grinned. If there were anything that could make this handsome man even more appealing to her it would be a fondness for Pan and his statue, her favourite spot in Kensington Park.

“What time?”

C. Margery Kempe is a writer of erotic romance distinguished by its humour, intelligence and fearless sensual pleasures. Her stories range from contemporary thrillers to medieval era fairy tales. An English professor by day, she also writes on medieval literature, film, creative writing and New Media, as well as humor, drama, mainstream and genre fiction under her real name and non-explicit romance as Kit Marlowe.

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Guest Blog: JoAnne Kenrick

Bittersweet Symphony released Friday, officially. It’s book three in the Tales from the Coffin series. For those unfamiliar with the series, here’s a quick low down:

Estella is a vampire. Stood up at the altar by Dracula over a hundred years ago, has ever since lived in a dank basement of an old Cemetery house in York, England where she likes to play with her food by telling erotic ghostly tales. It gets the blood pumping in her victims, making them nice and juicy…if you know what I mean?

Lucy Rot is a zombie, and Estella’s lover and servant. It’s her job to lure in the food for the night because Estella is a bit of a hermit – Yes, she still wears her old wedding dress from time to time, in true Haversham style.

The ladies are often visited by Bone Cruncher, who is mysterious as he is sexy and dangerous.

Each book in this series shares more of Estella and Lucy’s story via their introduction of the stories with twisted endings. Read the series in order to follow Estella, Lucy, and The Cruncher’s love story.  Or, if you’re in the mood for a quick, twisted paranormal fix that’s smexy hawt…then pick one and dive in. But be warned, Estella and Lucy may be beautiful creatures of the night, but they do bite so keep those hands in!

BITTERSWEET SYMPHONY is a friends-to-lovers story set in a country manor in the Welsh border town of Ross-on-Wye. But of course, you know things ain’t gonna be peachy when it’s Estella doing the storytelling.

NEW RELEASE BITTERSWEET SYMPHONY, Tales from the Coffin book 3
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The Bone Cruncher hasn’t visited in a while, and Estella thinks it’s something she did. Misery loves company, but she loves food more. Putting on a smile, she musters up an erotic story. But can she make it to the end of the tale without comfort eating?

To onlookers, Seren lived the high life in London with her orchestra conductor of a husband. She had a major case of unrequited love for her best friend, though, so their relationship was doomed from the beginning. Divorce papers served, it’s time for her to go back to her home town on the England-Wales border and face the music.

Owen, now a postman of their little market town, is thrilled to see Seren when he shows up at her doorstep with mail. It’s not long before they’re releasing their pent up lust and love for each other. Within that mail, though, are letters addressed to Seren’s parents. They’re from her ex and hold a truth Seren is too fearful to face. Even with Owen by her side.

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EXCERPT Lucy and Estella

“Lucy, be a dear and catch food for me?” Estella called from her gothed-out coffin, using a commanding tone. She stroked the plush velvet lining that cradled her dead body, sat, and fluttered her long lashes at her faithful little zombie then stretched her arms. Sleeping in a box might protect her from sunlight, but darn, it gave her cramps.

“Already taken care of, so please present yourself to the dinner guest.” Lucy dragged toward her with her usual slump and groans, her step hindered by the tight leather mini her mistress insisted she wear. So short, it exposed Lucy’s translucent red French knickers and dark curls. Pleased to see her squeezed into it, Estella took in the peep show and her mouth crooked to the side.

Lucy frowned. “Why’d you have to pick out outfits for me that show my muff?” She tugged at the skirt to cover herself. Estella scoffed and stumbled to standing, her ivory-colored legs askew and not at all proper.

“Because it reminds me why I keep you around.” She did not appreciate the back chat, and decided she’d have to teach her deady bear a lesson to snap her back in line—later, when they were alone. “Offer our guests some refreshments while I dress.”

“Finger sandwiches?” Lucy threw her hands up, palms out, and wiggled her fingers. Well, the ones she had left, anyway. “Oh don’t look at me like that. I’ll wash my hands first.”

“Don’t be vulgar, Lucy. Ladies shouldn’t mock the living with their missing digits.” Estella slipped her moth-ridden and ancient wedding gown over the corset squeezing in her waist, taking extra care with the fragile fabric. “Do me up?”

EXCERPT Ghost story

“Right before you were due to marry Andrew. How could I forget?”

“I guess I knew he wasn’t the one for me…even back then,” she muttered. Aghast, she glanced up in hopes he hadn’t heard her.

He stared at her, his intense gaze caressing her, seeping deep into her skin and sending goose bumps over her arms. If only he would reach out and sooth her aching heart.

There was no escaping how she felt about him now. Panic grabbed at her. Gasping for air, she clenched her chest with her left hand and tried not to focus on her pounding heart. Hard to breath. She hadn’t felt this way, ever, with Andrew. But Owen had always had this effect on her. Stupid friend-zone. She cursed him moving next door as a child. If only they hadn’t been tree house buddies or sandpit allies.

Itching to have his touch over her, to wipe away the prickles breaking out all over her body, the throb in her pussy intensified.

“No wedding ring?” He dropped the letters he’d been clutching before whisking her into a spinning embrace. He gripped her tight, whirling her into a rush of excitement.

Tales from the Coffin series, in order

Strange and Beautiful – out now

All the Pretty Faces – out now

Bittersweet Symphony – out now

 

Treacle and Treason releases October 26th:

It’s Bonfire Night, but the fireworks in Estella’s boudoir are more impressive than any rocket or sparkler.  She has more pressing things on her mind than trivial traditions like burning the guy and crunching her canines on treacle toffee. A spot of unrequited love, and her little deady bear’s rotting body.

What better way to distract herself than to entertain you with a ghostly retelling of the infamous Guy Fawkes and the Fifth of November legend.

 FOR MORE ABOUT TALES FROM THE COFFIN VISIT:http://talesfromthecoffin.blogspot.com

Also watch out for Threesome Sweetness, coming soon – Irish Kisses book3.