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January 9, 2013
Digging Deep! An Archaeological Erotic Romance
I am delighted to announce the arrival of my very first publication of 2013!
Digging Deep is the second of my Secret Library e-novellas for Xcite- following hot on the heels of my first, A Sticky Situation.
An erotic story, which focuses as much on romance as kinky encounters, Digging Deep was inspired by my own adventures as a student of archaeology.
Blurb-
As site supervisor on an archaeological dig, in the grounds of the Ancient Roman city of Leptis Minus in Tunisia, Dr Beth Andrew’s hands are well and truly full. Her first foreign excavation, which she co-runs with the American archaeologist Dr Harrison Harris, gets off to a shaky start due to the jealous interference of Harrison’s ex, and an overzealous student… Love and lust really can cloud even the cleverest person’s judgement!
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I was 19 years old when I worked on the Leptis Minus dig in Tunisia. It was, without doubt, one of the most amazing sites I ever had the privilege to work on. I was part of a team who excavated throughout the summer months, burning and freezing beneath the day and night time elements, exploring the fascinating Roman site, as part of our university degrees. I should say however, that although Digging Deep is based around the work of the university’s of Wales and Colorado, it was two different academic institutions who really took part!
I can still remember how the sun would scorch me through the layers of my cotton tops, and how the sand got everywhere! I also went off fish for years- we really did have it every meal- and I’ve never eaten olives since field walking for hours and hours through the never ending olive groves!!
The Olive Groves of Lepti Minus
Here’s the very first peep of Chapter One to tickle your erotically romantic taste buds…
Chapter One
Irritably adjusting her wide-brimmed hat for the third time in as many minutes, Dr Beth Andrews felt the sting of the African sun sear the back of her neck through the tresses of her long, ginger hair.
She never dreamt she’d miss the stubborn, muddy clay of the British earth she was used to hunting through in her search for archaeological data, but the uncooperatively fine white sand of North Africa was enough to try the patience of a saint.
Throwing down her brush in overheated exasperation, Beth thought fondly of her excavation trowel. Her tool of choice had quickly been rendered obsolete in the face of so much sand, and a job that was, by necessity, slow was reduced to a snail’s pace as the metre by metre square of the Ancient Roman bath house site in which she worked backfilled in on itself with every sweep of her light bristled brush.
It had been a dream come true for Beth when she’d been selected to lead the University of Wales’s excavation team, digging the sprawling Ancient Roman city of Lepti Major on the outskirts of Sousse in Tunisia. She had longed to experience new exotic sites and see new exotic sights. The chance to uncover stunning mosaics and city roads that hadn’t been trodden for 1000 years was an opportunity she’d had no intention of letting pass by.
The fact she’d be sharing responsibility for the site with her archaeological hero, the unimaginatively named Dr Harrison Harris from Colorado, an American academic who’d been the subject of many of Beth’s private fantasies since she’d fallen in love with his work, not to mention the photograph of him on the back cover of his books, in her first year as a student, was neither here nor there.
Flicking her eyes covertly over towards Harrison, Beth averted her attention away from the slight increase in her pulse rate by recalling what the site’s previous supervisor had said about working in Africa’s extreme temperatures. “Scalding by day, and freezing by night”. Linda had warned Beth that her freckle-spotted, sensitive flesh would loathe being either fried or frozen just as much as her archaeological brain would relish the challenge of constructing a city from its remains.
Beth hated the fact that Linda had been right. She’d never been rendered so sweaty, not to mention so blotched with extra heat-induced freckles, in her life. There couldn’t have been a centimetre of her body that hadn’t got a fresh cluster of beige dots on it. After only a week under the sun, it was becoming a struggle to hold on to her generally calm approach to life, and Beth was finding that her temper, which rarely flared in the UK, was on a permanently short fuse.
What got to her most was that none of her colleagues seemed to be suffering at all. They were all happily tanning as they worked, and sleeping off their exhaustion with ease at night.
It hadn’t taken Beth more than a few hours of digging in the unshaded bath house on her first day to see that a survival technique was required to prevent the elements disrupting her professional judgement. She tried thinking about work, home, rain, and even walks in the snow as she worked, but only one thing successfully diverted her attention from the exposure of her unusually pale flesh to the elements, and that was to allow her mind to fill with erotic scenarios and fantasies, while her fingers got on with the job in hand.
This specialised amusement had the benefit of taking her mind off the sun that managed to scald her back even through three layers of thin cotton, and had the added bonus of warming her at night. Lying on her thin camping mattress, Beth would recall all she’d pondered during the day, engendering an ardour between her thighs that her fingers deftly maximised, leaving her physically warmer and bodily sated, and thus making it easier for her to fall asleep.
At first, Beth had been determined that Harrison would not feature in her erotic musings. Her resolve had not lasted long, however, and although she did her best to make the men in her sexy survival scenarios anonymous, the American’s face crept in with increasing frequency.
Manoeuvring a layer of burning sand from one side of her section to the other, Beth considered her colleague. His reputation as an expert in Roman archaeology was renowned. Beth had never dreamt she’d ever meet him, let alone work with him as an equal. His knowledge and academic intellect had been enough to make her heart flutter for years. Yet what Harrison was like in reality was not at all how she’d assumed he’d be.
She’d envisaged him as being chatty, tall, slim, dark-haired, and weather-tanned. He’d probably wear glasses for reading, and be forever clad in T-shirts and large-pocketed shorts as he leapt around excavations like a gazelle.
In fact, she’d hardly heard Harrison’s distinct Colorado accent. He seemed to prefer his own company to that of the group. When he did talk to Beth, he called her “doll,” which made her feel like a lump of mass-produced, animated plastic.
Harrison was about 5 foot 7, not the 6 foot plus she’d pictured, and his spiked hair was a sun-kissed blond and not brown. His build was stocky and muscular, his bare arms and legs permanently gritted with granules of sand, and although he moved with a speed which would have been the envy of any gazelle, he managed to proceed around the site somehow without making a sound.
The problem is, Beth thought as she traced the outline of what she suspected might be a Roman drain gully, I built up an image of him based on a book cover’s black-and-white out of date headshot, and I was way off.
She’d been right about Harrison wearing knee-length shorts, though. Everyone on the dig wore such shorts, except for the stick thin, heavy-chested blonde on the American team, who might as well have been wearing knickers her shorts were so scanty. Beth sighed as she looked down at her own attire. A protective covering of baggy clothing shrouded her limbs, and her porcelain neck was hidden beneath spirals of her ginger hair, which glowed as if she’d been hit by radiation rather than African sunlight.
Ryan wasn’t helping either. The most charismatic of her students had been so enthusiastic on his first morning that he’d headed to the site before everybody else, without waiting for Beth to detail where to dig. Consequently, he’d powered through the ground in an alarmingly gung-ho manner, neglected the recording of each strata-graphic layer and, with his six-pack and biceps shining against 120 degrees of sunshine, had crashed his shovel into the corner of a mosaic that had been safely protected by the landscape for hundreds of years, breaking off half-a-dozen exquisitely coloured tessera tiles, and rendering one of the depicted Medusa’s snakes partially headless.
Beth had gone ballistic. To his credit, Ryan had been mortified. He’d begged her not to tell anyone. For the sake of the university’s reputation, not to mention her fear that Harrison would take one look at her careless student, assume she was no good at supervision, and send her home, she had agreed it would be their secret. Ever since, however, Ryan had been driving Beth mad with his attempts to make it up to her at every opportunity.
Only that morning he’d lent so close to Beth as he informed her he was going to make up for his blunder that his soft Welsh tones had vibrated against her skin. His manner was so blatantly suggestive that she hadn’t been able to prevent the inappropriate smile that had very briefly crossed her lips.
Picking up her dustpan and brush, Beth stroked away the grains of sand that sat between her and her judgement as to whether the lines being revealed were part of the bath house drainage system or not. Expertly tracing the changing colours in the freshly uncovered ground, Beth, confident that her theory was correct, and that the ancient shadows of the gully she could see could be followed across the ground with ease, readopted her technique to deviate her attention from the cruel climate, while her fingers worked the earth.
What exactly is Ryan offering? she wondered. A sneaky snog behind the equipment cupboard? A cooling down of my chest with his tongue? Or is he more ambitious than that?…
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If you’d like to carry on reading, then Digging Deep is currently available from –
Happy Reading!!
Kay xx
January 6, 2013
Breaking the Old Routine- Whether I Want To Or Not!!
Like many writers, I am a creature of routine.
My weekday’s go like this-
7am- Get up
8.30am- Get the children to school
8.45am- Walk to coffee shop
9am- Write- black coffee, and either toast and marmalade, or a bowl of scrambled egg close to hand
11.30am- Go home and do my ‘proper job’
1.30pm- Walk back to cafe
1.45pm- Write or edit with black coffee to hand
3pm- Home
3.30pm- Collect children
4pm- ‘Proper job’
6pm- Dinner
7pm- ‘Proper job’
8.30pm- until I collapse from tiredness- Editing and blog works
Take that routine away from me and I’m a nightmare waiting to happen. An explosion ready to go off!
Confine me to the house in the mornings and- well- you don’t want to know. All ideas of Kay Jaybee being a nice person can be forgotten if I don’t have access to a coffee out of the house by 10am in the morning!!
I wish I wasn’t like this- so regimented- but I’ve always been a self-control freak, and despite all attempts to change, I just do not function well outside of these self imposed boundaries.
Coping with school holidays and weekends can be a challenge- but I always know when they’re coming, and I can talk myself round and prepare myself for forced inaction (yes- I am a workaholic!)
It’s the unforeseen I find it hard to cope with- the bouts of illness that knock me off my feet – like at the moment. I have this flu bug that’s going around (How dare it hit me now when I am so busy!! Do viruses have no respect for smut that need’s writing!?).
Then there’s the household things that go wrong- like today- our boiler has packed up. A lovely little chap has been to fix it temporarily- but I have to wait in tomorrow for his colleague to fit a new part to it… TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s a Monday!!
Tomorrow is the 7th January. It see’s the start of a new school term. Consequently it also marks the start of a brand new writing year for me. I have been looking forward to that date since before Christmas. Not because I don’t love having time off with my children, but because I love my job SO much.
So here I am, writing this blog to help me calm down- telling myself very sternly, that starting writing on 8th January and not the 7th is not earth shattering -that another day to get over the flu is a good idea anyway - and that this frustration at not being able to crack on with my latest novel is natural.
I had almost convinced myself- I really had- and then I discovered that the car has been booked in for a service on Thursday- oh, and on Friday I have to take my parent’s hamster home, and then “if you have a minute Kay could you just ……………….”
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Apologises in advance to those awaiting The Perfect Submissive sequel- I am going as fast as I can- if it helps, at least I can announce to you that it is to be a trilogy…and it will be STEAMING HOT!!!!!!!!!!
Happy Reading
Kay xx
January 2, 2013
Goodbye 2012, Hello 2013!!
It’s that time again- time to reflect over the year just passed and shout a big HELLO to a fresh new one!
Well, what a year 2012 was!!
In fact, so much has happened over the last twelve months, that writing this blog is making me wonder how I squeezed it all in!
As well as having a handful of new short stories sprinkled across various anthologies (such as Best Bondage Erotica 2013), and on the brilliant www.oystersandchocolate.com, I’ve managed to edge my foot slighty further through the door of novel writing- and boy does that feel good!
The first major event for me in 2012 was the upgrade of The Perfect Submissive from an ebook to a paperback. I will never forget the moment Hazel from Xcite contacted me to tell me that my first novel’s reviews had been so good that Xcite were willing to take a gamble on me, and produce it in hardcopy. I was sat in my favourite cafe writing the conclusion to novel number two when I read her email! Extra caffiene and chocolate was consumed that day I can tell you!!
Then, hot of the back of this excitement came the news that my novella A Sticky Situation was to form part of the new Secret Library collection- little did I know that this was to become one of my best selling e-books, and my first visit to the top 5 of the Amazon UK Erotica charts!!
These stories were closely followed by the release of my second BDSM novel, The Voyeur (Xcite), and then, only three months later, novel number three, Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats Press)!
The icing on my writing cake (as if the year could get any better!!!) was the publication of my very own The Best of Kay Jaybee collection!
Then, my very first solo work, The Collector, which was kindly termed “a unique take on erotica” was given a beautiful new cover for the publication of its 2nd edition!
Beyond publications, 2012 was incredible for many other reasons! I’ve had some amazing guests on my blog! From Kd Grace, Ashley Lister, Donna George Storey, Jeremy Edwards, along with many other wonderful writers and artists, right up to the lovely Lily Harlem on 18th December.
I’ve also been lucky enough to visit lots of my fellow writer’s blog sites, and was priviledged to be interviewed, along with Shanna Germain, by Dr Dick, for his Erotic Mind series, and then- to bring us up to date- my latest Christmas story Candy at Christmas (Christmas Eve story on Oysters and Chocolate) was turned into a podcast by the Sexy Librarian herself- the lovely Rose Caraway, whose beautiful voice turned my tale into one of the most popular erotic podcasts ever!! (Still in shock about that to be honest!!)
Add to that my trip to the libraries of Dudley with the wonderful Kd Grace (to share the word on erotica as part of the Between the Sheets promotion), taking part in several readings at the Sh! Women’s Store, the first Eroticon conference in Bristol back in March, and my second photo shoot with Vanity Studies, then 2012 has been a hum dinger!!!
So- how can 2013 top that!!?? Well, the next Eroticon awaits in March, and I hope to do a reading or two- or three- back at Sh!…
My next Secret Library novella for Xcite, Digging Deep, will be out in March, and there will be new novels…the sequel to The Perfect Submissive, a romance, and something else…but you’ll have to wait and see what that ‘something’ will be….
And to start 2013 off in style, you can get the first part of The Perfect Submissive (Hidden Agenda) FREE for your Kindle on Amazon from today until 6th January!!! Just follow these links-
So here’s to it! HAPPY 2013 EVERYONE!!
I wish you all fantastic adventures in the months to come!
Love Kay xx
December 21, 2012
Kay’s Christmas Blog!
Christmas is upon us once again!
And this year it is an extra exciting festive season for me from a writing perspective. Not only am I lucky enough to have the Christmas Day hot spot on www.oystersandchocolate.com covered with my brand new (extremely kinky) tale, Candy at Christmas, but that very same story has also become the Christmas podcast featured on the gorgeous Rose Caraway’s The Sexy Librarian iTunes show!!
There is something very special about writing a Christmas story, and if you are still stuck for a Christmas gift, and you want something both kinky and festive, why not treat a loved one (or a potential loved one) to a festive anthology? Here are two suggestions for you…
Santa’s Hot Secrets (Xcite, 2012) contains a whole Christmas sack’s worth of fun smut for your delight- including my MFF threesome tale, All I Want For Christmas, which tells what happens when Holly and Ivy get together in an English hotel…
Or, should you prefer a tale with a spot of festive music thrown in, then maybe you should check out my story, Carol Singing (also a threesome tale- I obviously have “plus one” literary urges this time of year!) in Seriously Sexy Stocking Fillers (Xcite, 2011)?
Before I sign off for the Christmas holidays, I would like to wish you all a VERY HAPPY CHRISTMAS, and to extend a colossal THANK YOU for all your support over the last twelve months. This has been an amazing year- can’t wait for the next one!!
See you in January !!! Kay xx
December 17, 2012
Guest Blog- Lily Harlem has HOT ICE!!
I’m delighted to have the lovely Lily Harlem at my place today for a pre-Christmas mince pie, and to give us a taster of her incredibly yummy new novel Teamwork - part of her excellent Hot Ice series.
Over to you Lily…
Thanks so much, Kay for inviting me over today. It’s always fun to come and hang out here.
For those of you who don’t know me, like Kay, I’m a UK author. I write erotic romance and have been published on both sides of the pond. Today I’m very excited about a new release in my Hot Ice series, Teamwork.
This is the fourth book about those seriously bad boys of the ice. These stories don’t need to be read in order, each novel features a new hero and heroine and follows their journey of love and lust. Though if you do read them in order, the hero of the next book is briefly introduced in the previous.
Here is the blurb for Teamwork
What I know about hockey could fit on the back of a stamp. So my latest patient may be one of the NHL’s hottest defensemen, but I’m not exactly blown away by his stardom. Add in the fact that he’s a surly, growling grump, and I’m more than happy to work my magic on his battered body and then hot-foot to my date with his teammate, Todd “Pretty” Carty.
Todd is sex on a stick, a slice of man heaven and I want a bit of the action, preferably of the bedroom variety. But when Raven emerges from his bad mood and throws his energy into blowing my mind with just one kiss, I find my head spinning and my libido raging.
What I didn’t bargain on is these hard-training, hard-playing hockey players working as efficiently off the ice as on it when it comes to getting results. But who am I to complain when satisfaction is their ultimate goal?
And you can read an excerpt HERE http://drb1stchp.com/2012/12/teamwork-by-lily-harlem/
My Hot Ice series suits me very well as I love sport, not just to watch but also to participate in. I cycle, horse-ride, have dabbled in martial arts and competed on the trampoline in my younger days. I also enjoy being a spectator, never missing a big football game, and also, following my local ice hockey team, The Cardiff Devils. When the Olympics were on this year, that was it, everything else I was supposed to be doing just ground to a halt.
But Teamwork was double the fun for me to write as ménage is one of my most favourite subgenre’s. In fact my very first full-length novel was SHARED http://www.ellorascave.com/shared.html about a threesome who come together in the most unusual of circumstances. I adore the dynamics of three characters, not just in the bedroom but also out of it. In fact this appealed to me so much I went on to write SHARED TOO http://www.ellorascave.com/shared-too-1.html which addresses the deeper issues effecting a long-term relationship. Not just the first flush of love but the ups and downs life throws at everyone and how three people in a marriage cope with that. It was a blast to write, though hard at times, not everyone behaves as they should in real life, and that was also the case in this book.
But I am going to take a little break from writing over the Christmas holidays and enjoy the festive fun. The tree is up, the mince pie’s are waiting to be enjoyed and the presents are, well, half bought – I guess I will have to do some shopping before I put my feet up.
Thanks so much for reading, have a wonderful holiday season.
Lily x
Website http://www.lilyharlem.com/
Blog http://www.lilyharlem.blogspot.com/
Twitter https://twitter.com/#!/lily_harlem
Facebook http://en-gb.facebook.com/people/Lily-Harlem/100003519563064
Facebook author page http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lily-Harlem-author-page/200182030094568
Pinterest http://pinterest.com/lilyharlem/
Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4070110.Lily_Harlem
Thank you ever so much for coming to visit us today Lily!
Have a lovely break and a wonderful Christmas!!
Kay xxxxxxx
December 13, 2012
Guest Blog- Rose Caraway: I’m Okay, You’re Okay
I always love having guests over. Today I’d like you to give an extra special welcome to the delicious Rose Caraway!
I’m Okay, You’re Okay!
Hey everybody! Rose Caraway here, visiting the “Queen of Kink”, Kay Jaybee’s Blog. Thank you so very much Kay for the invite! Kiss! Kiss!
Working on The Pleasure Dial
I have very generously been given this opportunity to sort of lay-out and explain a little bit about who I am and what it is I do. This post will hopefully do just that.
Many of you already know that I am the Writer/Voice/Co-Producer for “The Kiss Me Quick’s” podcast in iTunes. I am also the Voice/Co-Producer/Story-Picker for, “The Sexy Librarian” podcast, found in iTunes as well.
My podcasting journey began a little more than a year ago, when my Husband/ Producer/Graphics & Web Designer/First Reader suggested that I do something with my writing and launch my very own podcast. (He gets all the fancy titles because he’s way better at all that stuff than me and I just don’t have time any longer to do everything myself.) We have both been long-time fans of fellow podcasters, Mia Martina and Dan Savage (and so many others that the list is too long to put here). With my man being the technical genius that he is, “Stupid Fish Productions” was born and immediately thereafter, “The Kiss Me Quick’s” podcast! Without his brilliance, my dream to be a writer would not have become a reality and the KMQ wouldn’t have come into being. He’s a very talented and patient, patient man who has sat in the background silently getting this incredible engine moving. Thank you, hunny bunny.
I have been writing short stories for as long as I can remember. My favorite genres are horror and erotica and I love to combine the two. The strongest influences in my writing style come from Stephen King and The Twilight Zone. I do love the traditional love-story smutty’s but, POW! Right in the solar plexus without any fear, is my favorite kind of erotica. Allen Dusk, Shanna Germain, Selena Kitt, Angela Caperton, Jeremy Edwards and coming soon, Kay Jaybee. (All deliciously artistic and provocative authors featured on “The Sexy Librarian” podcast. Need I say more? I didn’t think so.)
“Why audio, Rose and why on earth do you make your shows for free?!”
Well, my curious friends the reason is very simple. Podcasting is the way of the future and it’s the most efficient and widely available way I know to reach nearly everyone on this planet instantly and not obligate anyone to buy a damn thing. So many wonderful people out there are looking for someone they can trust and my husband and I work our tails off to prove that “The Kiss Me Quick’s” and “The Sexy Librarian” podcasts are top quality, by providing an entertainment that has, in my humble opinion, proven itself to be such. In building this foundation, fans know where they can go to get more of the same quality entertainment.
It is quite stunning, actually. People have listened to my shows from countries I have never even heard of. My voice has literally, been heard around the world. Seriously, I sit back frequently in awe of that single, astounding fact. I tell my husband to pinch me sometimes because I just can’t believe that my dream is becoming a reality. Audio is the key.
“Okay, that makes sense. But still, ‘why’ do you do it? What is the ‘real’ reason?”
I want to show people that I am a normal woman who loves/needs sex and I am fed up with having to feel ashamed of it. I guess that maybe, I want to be the one that gives people permission to know it’s okay to feel the same way I do. Let me be blunt. I dislike having to hide the fact that I am a sexual being, like it’s some kind of wretched secret that must be shoved into the back of a dark closet behind lock-and-key, shamefully kept out of sight until the sun goes down so no one knows that my husband and I like to fuck.
Why should I have to conceal the cover of the erotica novel I’m reading or keep the fact that I like to listen to sexy stories on the down low? Because it’s crude? It’s not appropriate? It isn’t lady-like? Please. It makes my lover a very happy man, thus I’m sexually satisfied and our relationship is healthy and my marriage is exciting. Isn’t that a source of pride that I should be joyful about? In this day and age, why is it still necessary for us to hide our sexuality? Well, this is an exciting time! We are getting closer and closer, I am very happy to say, to where we are finally being judged less and less by our sexuality. We aren’t there yet, but we are so close to a new kind of Sexual Revolution! Woo! How fabulous would the norm be if you could find yourself in a conversation among friends and someone offhandedly mentions that, by-the-way, they have read and re-read their favorite Kay Jaybee novel and are now ready to put curiosity aside and finally have their lover spank them?
Today’s world is moving so fast, too fast for some of us that we can’t keep up. Sadly, our Sexiest Desires and Heart-Pounding Romances get very little attention these days. Audio Erotica is freaking magical! Not only can it mentally take you to places that deeply stir your passion, but I make it ridiculously accessible! While you’re driving to or from work, while doing chores, exercising (please use caution while on a treadmill), shopping, cooking dinner, even while waiting for your kids to get out of school, you can listen to some of the world’s most lust filled tales that will blow your mind and get you primed for some potentially great sex. Where else can you find yourself naked, in the darkest dungeon, on your knees and at the mercy of the hottest, hardest billionaire? Where can we become transformed into a male porn star, have a provocative woman eagerly splayed out on the hood of a Yugo while slowly dragging your tongue over her tasty pink bits?
Thank goodness Erotica is coming into the main-steam media’s focus. We need to feel free to admit to our sexual desires and share our fantasies with our lovers without being “frady-cats” of what others might think. Luckily, most of us know that BDSM isn’t just for submissive men or dungeon-dwelling Goth-girls, but we lack the courage to admit that it’s something many of us are curious about. Podcasting is my public broadcasting system to let the world know, we are all okay for wanting titillation, for wanting our wrists bound and our lovers to demand that we say, “Please Master, take me.” Plus, just because we aren’t kids anymore doesn’t mean we can’t play. I love providing the playground for others to play on. As I told Van Roberts during an interview on the “Lickety Split” podcast, “If I can encourage people out there to have a good evening with their lover, I am a happy girl.” (These may not be the actual words I used, as I was extremely nervous about my first interview, but you get the point.)
I have had loads of emails from fans thanking me for what I do and that truly makes me smile. I am not kidding. I cannot tell you how many times a fan has brought tears to my eyes because they have listened to one of my shows and were compelled to tell me about how much they enjoyed the freedom they experienced from it!
Before I go, please understand that I am not saying we need to burst out-loud with an obnoxious air explaining in too much detail how much we enjoyed banging our partner last night in the middle of Sunday dinner. But when the topic of sex comes up, as it always does, let’s relax and not judge people negatively because they enjoy Erotica.
My job is to entertain open-minded adults (whom I lovingly refer to as, Lurid Listener’s) and feed that Passion within that keeps sex exciting! I want to bring as much variety as I can, as well. Believe me, the fans let me know what they like, don’t like, and want more of. And I pay very close attention. I listen. My husband and I have found our contribution to society and have spent countless hours striving to get better and better every day. (In between our own passionate love making, of course!)
So, I say, let’s take the shame, fear, embarrassment and all ignorant judgments and negative labels and shove them into the back of the closet. Let’s allow ourselves the sexual freedom and chance to get to know Erotica better so that we can relax, have a good time with our lovers and most of all, be happy.
Yours Truly,
Rose Caraway
Website: The Kiss Me Quick’s and The Sexy Librarian
Facebook: The Kiss Me Quick’s
Twitter: @rosecaraway
Email: thekissmequicks@gmail.com
Thank you so much for blogging for us today Rose. That was wonderful. I couldn’t agree more with what you’ve said here!
I LOVE how you’ve given my latest Christmas short story for www.oystersandchocolate.com a gorgeous Sexy Librarian style cover! If you’d like to hear Rose read my story- you can find it here! If you’ve never heard Rose read guys, you really must- her voice is VERY sexy!
Happy reading AND listening!!
Kay x
December 12, 2012
IT’S BLISSEMAS!! LET’S DELIVER CHRISTMAS!!
Okay, I admit it- I am a big kid and I LOVE CHRISTMAS!! Therefore I was delighted to be invited by the smashing Victoria Blisse to take part in her Blissemas extravaganza.
Why not follow all the Blissemas Blogs- You could win the Blissemas Kindle Fire! Simply leave a comment on this blog and all the others listed at blissemas.co.uk and for each comment you’ll win an entry into the draw! Please note only one comment per person per blog will be counted. Please check out http://blissemas.co.uk for terms and conditions.
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Each year I take great pleasure in writing a Christmas story for the wonderful erotica site, Oysters and Chocolate. My first seasonal tale for Oysters, Santa’s Little Helper, escaped from my pen back in 2006, was about a really naughty Santa and his Chief Fairy, in a Department store Christmas grotto. Since then I have played with tinsel, baubles, carol singers and Christmas cake…and this year…well, you’ll have to wait and see…
My favourite of all the Christmas stories I’ve penned for Oysters formed the final part of my serial, Going Against Type. Don’t be rushing off to read it though guys! It no longer appears on the site for, as those of you that regularly follow my work will know, Going Against Type – exactly one year ago this week- became the highly kinky novella, Not Her Type; Erotica Adventures With A Delivery Man!
Jenny and John, the mismatched couple that are living out all their fantasies in Not Her Type, have been on a very long erotic journey before they share Christmas Eve together, from a spontaneous romp on Jenny’s living room floor, to a gorgeously delicious van journey, the world’s fasted fuck, and a very wet bathroom adventure!!!
There is something about Christmas that gives a kinky story that extra hint of spice (cinnamon and nutmeg of course!) All those extra items to throw into the mix-including wrapping paper…
As Jenny wrapped the Christmas gifts, she mulled over her relationship with John. It hadn’t taken long for the old pattern to return. John turned up every Tuesday, they had fantastic, quickie sex, and then he disappeared back to work, just as he always did, and Jenny would get on with her accounts. He hadn’t told her what he’d been up to during those missing weeks, and she had given up asking. In fact, the only real change was that Jenny had finally relaxed. She no longer worried about whether John would turn up or not. Tuesday would come, and he would appear.
Occasionally, John would send her a sexually charged text, like, “I want to see you with a woman again” or, “How about a foursome?”
Every time they were due to see each other, Jenny decided that that would be the day she would tell him that he was the first man who she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about—in her whole life. She vowed to tell him that she feared the lust factor had been joined by another, far more frightening, L-word. But the second they caught sight of each other, something took over. Passion, greed, desire—they all combined, and they’d fuck. Just fuck. “I mean,” Jenny addressed the sticky tape as she attempted to find the beginning of the roll, “why chat to your DVD delivery man over coffee when he could be tipping you upside down over the side of the armchair and giving your backside a proper seeing to?”
Reigning in her increasingly lurid imagination, Jenny looked down at the few remaining presents she had to wrap for the following day. She tried to divert her attention from all the things she’d rather be doing on a Tuesday afternoon by humming Christmas carols along to the radio.
The knock at her door made her jump, and Jenny physically had to restrain herself from running to see who the caller was. So what if it’s one o’clock? It’s Christmas Eve, he isn’t working, and he won’t come. It’ll be my next door neighbor with some mince pies or something. Her pulse thudded violently in her chest as Jenny moved to the door, convinced that the hope she couldn’t prevent from rising in her chest was about to leave her disappointed.
The silhouette through the glass panel in her front door was unmistakeable.
“I was just passing.” The shine in John’s deep brown eyes told her this was a blatant lie.
A wide smile crossed her face as Jenny let him in, “I thought you might be away for Christmas or something.”
“I thought you might be too.”
A feeling of awkwardness came over Jenny. Despite everything they had done together, there was nevertheless so much they didn’t know about each other. She felt almost shy as she spoke, “I was going to text, but I didn’t want to get in the way of your life or anything.”
“Same here. I thought you might be with family.” A large, rough hand raked through the back of her hair, easing out the knots, sending little currents of craving down Jenny’s neck and into her chest. Then, slipping a hand into hers, John steered Jenny toward the living room, swiftly banishing any uncertainty.
Gesturing to the middle of the floor, he said, “Last minute wrapping?”
“A few bits for the neighbor’s kids.” She could feel her pulse accelerating as he looked at her, “My family all live abroad, it’s just me in the UK.”
“That’s a big roll of paper for those little gifts.”
She wasn’t sure if it was the way he spoke or the look on his face that gave him away, but Jenny knew what was going to happen before he moved. In seconds, John had stripped her naked, and Jenny was being enveloped in large swathes of jolly, silver-star covered gift-wrap.
“Don’t move, and don’t speak, okay?”
Nodding, she tried not to laugh as John wrestled with the dispenser, before he cut off length after length of sticky tape, which he used to secure the paper tighter and tighter around her. Jenny’s arms became pinned to her sides, and her legs were clamped together as if she was some sort of bizarrely festive Egyptian mummy.
Stepping back to admire his work, John’s face creased with hunger, and Jenny’s urge to giggle dissolved. She could feel her breasts chafing against the smooth, figure hugging covering, and suddenly she realized how desperately she wanted them to be free so that John could hold them, suck them, hit them…do whatever he wanted with them.
John began hunting around the room for something. Jenny however, could only wonder how long it would be before she could suck his shaft, or feel him slide between her legs. She wanted to speak, to ask him to kiss her, but she’d promised not to talk, and didn’t want to distract him from whatever he was going to do next.
He stood so close to Jenny that his dark eyes tunnelled into hers. He peeled his clothes off at a speed that made the lightning disposal of Jenny’s garments seem positively drawn out.
Attempting to distract herself from the need to speak, Jenny traced her eyes over the line of his chest, the hairs so soft and inviting, his tattoos just begging for fresh examination, and his cock, hard and firm, pointed at Jenny accusingly, as if making its owner as horny as hell was a crime.
Shuffling her feet unsteadily on the carpet, she watched as he began to unwind the satin purple ribbon she’d spent ages draping around her Christmas tree. Her throat turned the texture of sandpaper as she comprehended the meaning behind the devious expression in John’s eyes. He brought the two-meter garland toward her.
Naked and emanating power, John began to wind the ribbon around her neck in a large bow. Picking up a pair of scissors from the floor, he cut off the remaining strip of fabric, “I started thinking about doing this last night. I even have some rolls of gift-wrap in the van. I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw this lot waiting for me.”
Wide eyed, Jenny saw her film courier twist part of the ribbon around his arm, before approaching her. Again, she guessed what he was about to do, and she tensed as the first bind of the silky material went over her eyes and around the back of her neck, trapping her hair.
Mewling into the purple darkness, and deprived of the sight of his gorgeous body, Jenny felt John’s fingers fiddling with the knot behind her head. Then his hands came to her elbows. “You look incredible. Are you okay?”
She nodded awkwardly; glad he was holding her, afraid she would topple over at any moment.
“Good girl. You remembered not to talk,” John’s breath tickled her neck as he said, “You are, without doubt, the most tempting Christmas present I’ve ever seen.”
As he spoke, her breasts, already swollen with their need to be touched, became taut and hot, and pussy juice began to leak along her inner thighs.
The pressure of his palm as he pushed it against her wrapped-up mound made Jenny stagger so much that John had to steady her with this free arm. Moaning as his fingers encased and probed her enclosed clit, Jenny’s liquid flowed freer, soaking the paper, turning the crackling sound it had initially made into a wet, squelchy rustle.
“What a hot, little bad girl you are.”
Jenny felt the layers of wrapping paper between her legs start to mulch as John kneaded and pinched her flesh. Then, with a grunt of frustration, he lifted her off her feet and laid her on the floor. An urgent hand came to her right breast, kneading her tit, creasing and crumpling the gift-wrap.
Abruptly John stopped, his weight lifted from her, and a sense of bereavement consumed her body. She had no idea how she managed not to plead for more.
The purple ribbon over her eyes became darker, and Jenny realized he must have turned the lights off. Then the chirpy Christmas tunes that had been playing in the background disappeared as the radio was clicked off. Silence filled the room. Uncertainty crept through Jenny’s mind, and a drizzle of perspiration trickled between the packaging and the back of her neck. Her ears strained to pick up a sound, but she couldn’t hear anything, not even her man’s breathing.
Time seemed to pass slowly as Jenny lay like a fallen statue, painfully aware of the friction of the saturated paper as it clung to her pussy. Every part of her body ached for a continuation of the attention it had been receiving. The ribbon against her eyes felt tighter than ever, but Jenny began to wish it was between her teeth, gagging as well as blinding her, for there was no way she could stay quiet for much longer. Clamping her jaw, Jenny was determined not to break the rules, but the more she thought, the more her resolve began to crack.
“John?”…
Well, I’d better let you go now- you are probably in a hurry to go and buy a few rolls of extra long gift wrap…
If you’d like to read about Jenny and John’s courier kink, or see what happened next on Christmas Eve, then you can buy Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man from OCPress, Amazon UK, Amazon.com, and all other good e-retailers.
And don’t forget- if you want to hear me read a little bit from Not Her Type, you can listen here- http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=i4JNks6dHeU
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Have a very HAPPY KINKY CHRISTMAS everyone!!!
Kay xxx
December 11, 2012
Seasonal Guest Blog- Dirty Books for December by Lucy Felthouse
I’m delighted to have fellow writer, and my very good friend, Lucy Felthouse to my site today- over to you Lucy…
Dirty Books for December by Lucy Felthouse
Hello everyone, and huge thanks to the lovely Kay for letting me take over her site today. I’m going to dish the dirt on… well, dirty books. I have two new releases (not including anthology appearances!) out this month, and I’m here to tell you about them. So, here goes:
A Taste of London is my first book from Ellora’s Cave. It belongs to their EC For Men range, but there’s absolutely no reason why women can’t read it, too. It’s basically very focussed on male fantasy and contains not a jot of romance – it’s pure erotica. It follows lead character Ryan Stonebridge as he begins his gap year. The action starts in London, then the next books go to Paris and Rome. After that… who knows?
Here’s the blurb:
Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst are heading off on the trip of a lifetime. They’re spending their gap year traveling the world and expect lots of sun, sights and sex. The guys have a couple of days in the English capital before catching the Eurostar to Paris. Unfortunately, a family emergency means that Kristian has to head back home for a while, leaving Ryan to continue the trip alone.
Luckily for Ryan, he’s an attractive guy and there is no shortage of gorgeous women available to help take his mind off Kristian’s family drama.
You can check out a trailer and an excerpt here, as well as where you can buy it from: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-taste-of-london/
My second release, Reindeer Games: Cupid is different in many ways. For starters, it’s a paranormal tale, and it’s packed full of romance, as well as lots of sexy bits 
It’s part of the Reindeer Games series, which is a joint effort between myself and some of the other ladies from the Wickedly Sexy Writers group. We all took one or more reindeer and wrote an erotic romance tale about them. Mine’s the first to be released, on the 17th December, and the other books follow on after that. Mine is, I believe, the only one based in the UK. It’s also my first ever Christmas story. Ahhh
Here’s the blurb:
As a postman by day, and one of Santa’s reindeer on a single very special night, Cassius Cupid eats, sleeps, and breathes deliveries. He doesn’t mind, but sometimes wishes that someone would send him something more exciting than bills and junk mail.
One cold January morning, Cassius gets his wish. A young woman arrives with a parcel. Turns out it’s for his housemate – but Cassius doesn’t care. All he’s interested in is Carina – the beautiful female courier.
Has Cupid finally met his match?
You can read an excerpt here, and from the 17th December, you’ll see buy links, too: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/cupid/
You can add both books to your Goodreads shelves. Find me here: http://www.goodreads.com/cw1985
So, there are two of my sexy and sensual offerings for December. I hope you enjoy my dirty books Happy Reading! xx
Many thanks for sharing two of your very tasty sounding Christmas time treats with us today Lucy!! They both sound wonderful- but as the second one is about a postman, I may just have to read that one first… Kay xxx
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Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story – so she did. It went down a storm and she’s never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Evernight Publishing, House of Erotica, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Secret Cravings Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
December 10, 2012
Between the Sheets- Erotica Chatter in the Black Country
It can’t have escaped your notice that erotica has escaped from it brown paper bag covering, and is sneaking its way into the light. There is still a long way to go- but drives like the Between the Sheets promotion, to bring erotica to the libraries of England and Wales, is a fantastic step in the right direction!!
All set up at Kingswinford Library
On Wednesday 5th Dec, in the esteemed company of my fellow writer and close friend, KD Grace, I travelled through the floods to the Black Country region of the UK, and visited two of Dudley’s libraries- Kingswinford and Stourbridge. We were there to talk about our writing, why we write erotica, share a few snippets of our work, and answer any questions that were thrown at us.
From chatting about how we developed our ideas (with the able assistance of a plate of biscuits!), to hearing hilarious stories from our audience (the lady revealing how she used to sneak out of work to look at a copy of the Kama Sutra in WHSMith’s will stay with me forever!), to in depth discussions about how perceptions of women and sexuality are reflected in erotic fiction, there were few subjects we didn’t cover!
You can see from our happy faces how much we were enjoying ourselves!
With Kd Grace at Kingwinsford Library
I confess I was very nervous before we started! I am used to reading the kinkier passages from my books outloud to the audiences of Sh Women’s store, who are very used to erotica in all its forms- but to share my work, my thoughts, and my motives for writing erotica with the general public was daunting!
What if we accidentally offended folk? What if everyone was too embarrassed to ask questions? What if people came along with the intention of just being anti-erotica?
These worries were TOTALLY unfounded. I have never received such a warm welcome in my life!
Reading a snippet from A Sticky Situation
Kd and I were quite unprepared for how excited our audience was by our visit. We were both stunned, and extremely flattered, when the few books we took with us as giveaways were not only snapped up, but were very politely squabbled over!!
I must shout out a massive thank you to Jill, Jill and Hilary, and all the other lovely library folk of Kingswinsford and Stourbridge Libraries for looking after us so well, and to the people who can along to hear us talk about our writing passion, including the Reading Group run by the smashing Sally (who I will forever think of as Biscuit Girl!!)
Chatting in Stourbridge Library
If you would like to see which books will be on the erotica reading list at those libraries taking part in the Stellar Libraries Between the Sheets promotion, you can see it here- and I am proud to add that Dudley Libraries have ordered four of my own books to their list – The Perfect Submissive, The Voyeur, The Collector and Making Him Wait.
Thanks again Black Country folk- YOU WERE FABULOUS!!
Happy Reading everyone xx
December 9, 2012
Not Her Type- Courier Kink Birthday Blog
WELCOME!!!
If you are a regular reader of either my blog or my work, it can’t have escaped your notice that there certain themes readily associated with my writing-
Domination – Submission – All elements of self-control – The emotions that go with each of these themes- And…COURIERS!!!!
Why couriers? It’s simple- Due to the requirements of my ‘proper’ job, I know so many of them !
‘My boys’, as they are collectively known, are a constant source of information fantasy wise- whether I want to hear them or not! – And more importantly, they are the nicest, kindest blokes you’d ever wise to meet. (Okay, they are quite hot too- but that’s just a perk of the job, right?)
Oh- and stories about couriers are just the most fun to write stories about!
They are very popular with my readers as well! (Check out Cardboard (Sex at Work, Xcite) and A Delivery of Words (Quick Kink One, Xcite) to name but two of my courier focused tales).
I know I’ve told you this before, so why do I bring this subject up again now? Because it is time to say
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
to the longest of all my works of courier kink-
Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With a Delivery Man
is
1 YEAR OLD !!
When the girls at www.oystersandchocolate.com asked me to write a novella for them I was so excited- and I have to confess, despite all the other novels and novella’s I’ve penned before or since, NHT will always have a special place in my heart, simply because it was an absolute joy to write!
A little while ago, I was asked by one of my readers, who I’d pick to “play” John, the bad boy courier in question, should I ever have to chose an actor to adopt the role.
What a great question to consider on its first anniversary, and I thought it might be fun to invite you all along today to see who you would pick to act the role! For me the choice for John is not a difficult one! I have long known who’d get that part if I had my way!
John is a hot guy with a twinkle in his eye. He is flawed, and there is something about him that is hidden and almost reserved- but only almost!! A bit of rough then…
Ray Winstone as Will Scarlet (Swoon)
A young Ray Winstone would have been ideal, but in the absence of a time machine to take us back to the delicious Ray’s “Will Scarlet” days, there is only one man for the job. It has to be Mr Max Beesley. (For our American cousins- he has starred in a heap of stuff over here in the UK, but is probably best known to you guys as being Robbie Williams best mate). However, we all have our own imaginations, and I’d be VERY interested to know who YOU would give the role to?
Max Beesley
Now comes the harder question. Who would play Jenny, the customer with whom John carries out every fantasy he has ever had? They start gently, but boy does the pace grow into what can only be called an extremely FULL-ON heavy kink, with a touch of BDSM and control. I have NO idea who could play that role!
Help me guys- I know this is pure fantasy- but indulge me! Who could play Jenny? Come up with a name that fits the part and I may just send you a little giftie!!
Blurb - When Jenny’s regular film courier, John, reveals how she has become the centre of his sexual dream world, Jenny’s quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought she’d long since abandoned.
One unexpected, head swimming romp later, and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again, and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend that it hadn’t happened?
When the following Tuesday arrives and John reappears on Jenny’s doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There is only one problem. John really really isn’t Jenny’s type….
If you’ve never read NHT, you can catch some snippets at this link, and on my OC Press page. You can also hear me read from a chapter called ‘Ripped Off’ on YouTube…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=i4JNks6dHeU
Come back soon- for we will be celebrating Christmas with John and Jenny on 13th Dec in my Blissmas Special…
In the meantime, join me in wishing my favourite of all the stories I have ever written, a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY – I await your suggestions as to who could play John and Jenny with interest… Seriously guys- who’d do you think could is up to the job?
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WOW- you guys are WONDERFUL- Here are some of the suggested Candidates for John and Jenny so far!!!
Stephen Arnell for John?
Colin Farrel for John?
Anne Hathaway for Jenny?
Me?? !!
Idris Elba for John?
Romala Garai for Jenny?
Debra Messing for Jenny?
Ben Affleck for John?
Bruce Willis for John?
These are all fantastic guys! Keep them coming!
You can buy NHT as a Kindle ebook from Amazon UK, US, and direct from OCPress in all forms of download.
For now, while you are having a little think, let me leave you with a picture of the ULTIMATE delivery man…
Thanks for popping by! See you soon!
Kay xx
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