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Its Party Time at the House of Erotica- New Equipment Anyone?

Its Party Time at the House of Erotica- New Equipment Anyone?

Well, when I say ‘New Equipment’ I am of course referring to ‘Equipment and Other Stories’ my latest anthology to hit the e-shelves at the House of Erotica!

This is my second anthology containing 3 HOT stories from my archive- Equipment (sex toys and MF kink); The Girl Next Door (MF romantic lust fuelled bondage); Searching For Her (FF, MFF sex, kinky with BDSM)

To his lust driven delight, Lee Cooper’s opinion that his girlfriend simply doesn’t have the Equipment to take control in the bedroom is quickly and deliciously disproved. Meanwhile, Kim is sick of her gorgeous neighbour Jack bringing home a non-stop string of unsuitable women to screw, while completely failing to notice the girl right under his nose. Taking extreme measures, Kim sets out to prove she is more than just The Girl Next Door. Mark’s girlfriend is Searching For Her- the perfect woman to make her lover’s dreams come true. A quest which leads her into the path of more than one willing young lady… From BDSM action, to sex toy play, and the fun of threesomes, each of the couples in Equipment, gets far more than they bargained for…

The three stories within Equipment are all centred on the concept of making fantasies come true; sometimes by using sex toys, bondage or instruction- but always through the use of the characters plentiful erotic imagination and romantic lust…

In Equipment, local mechanic Lee, is given an unexpected lesson in the pleasures that can be found by concentrating on exploring the butt alone…

In The Girl Next Door, Kim is heartily sick of her friend and neighbour not recognising how good he could have it if he noticed her, and not the endless string of plastic blonde’s he brings home on a regular basis. The direct action she takes is steaming- and not just because the water in the shower is hot- you’ll see!!

In Searching For Her, one of the most popular M/F fantasies is explored. A woman is sent upon a mission by her lover to find them the perfect woman for them to share. She must report back to her partner on the results of her research again and again, until the right woman is finally found. Once a willing female has been located, the fun really begins…

I have so much fun writing erotica- especially when I add in additional elements, such as sex toys or a third partner. These ‘extras’ add to the dynamic of any relationship, whether it be new or established. The hit of a paddle may give huge pleasure to the recipient, and the wielder of the weapon, but to me as a writer it is the thoughts that go through the characters minds that really turn me on.

In Equipment and Other Stories I experiment with a host of these ‘additional elements’- if you like a little extra something with your erotica, why not take a peep?

In the meantime- here is a tasty extract from the title story-

Equipment

The moment I saw his naked arse, I knew that I wanted to fuck it, and I told him so. It was the first time I’d seen Lee Cooper unsure of himself. For a split second a veil of uncertainty, possibly even fear, had crossed his generally ultra-confident square features. It didn’t last though, and he was soon shrugging my statement off with a lad-ish laugh, ‘you ain’t got the equipment baby,’ as he eased his solid cock into my willing body.

I started working part-time at the garage, where Lee is employed as a mechanic, three months ago. The first thing he said to me, as his clear brown eyes appraised my slight frame and red plaited hair was, ‘I’m looking forward to pulling on those pigtails honey.’  From anybody else I wouldn’t have taken a comment like that, but somehow from Lee it was okay. He exuded a sort of sexual confidence, and the instant and silent knowledge that eventually we would fuck radiated from his every pore. It would have been foolish of me to deny that unspoken understanding, and I privately looked forward to the day I’d discover if the tattoos that adorned his muscular arms, extended to his chest and down his legs.

That was three flirtatious months ago, and it had been fun letting the erotic tension build between us, getting more intense as the weeks of inaction ticked by, but finally, Lee’s resolve had broken. He told me, as he hammered an impatient fist on my front door during his lunch hour, that he’d been changing the oil in a beat-up old motorcar, when he’d realised he couldn’t hold on another moment.

After the glorious frisson of the wait, there was always the risk that the reality wouldn’t live up to the expectation. I hadn’t been disappointed however, far from it.

I smiled to myself as Lee dragged his grubby boiler suit back on, and disappeared down my garden path at a run. His words echoed in my head, “You ain’t got the equipment baby.” A wicked twinkle began to shine in my eyes at the prospect of what lay ahead for the unsuspecting mechanic, and speaking across the empty room, I said, ‘Well actually Mr Lee Cooper, I have all the equipment we could possibly need…’

The thought of his tight arse, of claiming it as my own, of taking control of Lee for a while, and perhaps robbing him of a portion of his macho-attitude, grew within me, and I began to lay plans for the temporary domination of this alpha-male.

On Lee’s next visit, predictably the following lunchtime, I embarked on a mission to both enjoy myself, and to lull him into a false sense of security, neither mentioning how delicious I found his backside, nor my eventual intentions for it. As his calloused hands made their way over my naked chest, pinching my nipples with exquisitely painful squeezes, I groaned with genuine pleasure. Stroking the beautifully toned body that pushed against mine, I relished the sight of the tanned multi-tattooed chest I’d so recently discovered.

It was on Lee’s fourth visit that I kept my hands exclusively on his backside. Patting it gently, smoothing it, and caressing it, in a totally non-threatening way, as my new lover pumped himself swiftly in and out of me.

On the fifth visit Lee announced he’d had a dream about tying me up. His face, when I told him that he could do just that, was a picture. I’m not sure if he was more turned on by the fact he could do anything he liked to me, while my hands were secured behind my naked back, or by the feeling of power my helplessness gave him. I suspect the latter. As Lee’s warm tongue explored my stomach, and ducked skilfully between my spread legs, I wallowed submissively in the blissful feelings that engulfed me.

During visit number six, a rare after work encounter, while Lee was both fucking and smacking my arse with stingingly wonderful efficiency, the last few parts of my plan fell into place, and I knew that my need to take his firm neat backside was reaching the point of obsession.

A little over two weeks after Lee had first turned up on my doorstep, I decided the time had come to act.  Laying out my sex toys in a neat row near my pillow, I hid them from view with my duvet. Removing the clutter of clothes from the battered old armchair I keep in the corner of my bedroom, I adjusted its position so that it was at the foot of the bed. Then I took off my regular jeans and t-shirt, and put on my tight black Lycra bodice and matching knickers. The caress of the clinging material against my flesh was enough to increase my pulse-rate, and boot-up the arousal I had been so carefully keeping in check.

Lee’s distinctive knock on the door came at almost exactly seven o’clock as we’d arranged. I smiled quietly to myself at his promptness and, wrapping myself in a black silk robe, descended the stairs to collect my unwitting victim…

Equipment and Other Stories is available from All Romance (House of Erotica) and all other good e-retailers.

I also have another three story anthology available from the House of Erotica- so while you’re having a look at Equipment, why not check out Tied to the Kitchen Sink as well!

Thanks for dropping by today- Don’t forget to visit all the other House of Erotica party goers this week!

Kay xx

 

A New Collection- The Best of Kay Jaybee!!!

When I warned you a couple of weeks ago that this was going to be a busy autumn, I wasn’t kidding!!

First my brand new HOT off the press novel, Making Him Wait- A Tale of Denial, Discipline and Reward (Sweetmeats Press), came out on Kindle and as a paperback, then my first solo work, The Collector (Austin & Macauley) was re-launched with a new look in paperback, and now, just to pop the cherry on top of my cream cake, Xcite have released this…

Photo courtesy of http://www.vanitystudios.co.uk/

Fourteen of the very best erotic tales of dominance, submission, bondage, and romantic lust, are delivered with lashings of kink from the pen of Kay Jaybee. From the sexual adventures recalled by a woman as she stares at her favourite shirt, to a deliciously dirty orgy on a bed of cardboard boxes, the after-hours education of a rookie soldier, and the bizarre obsession of an Egyptologist, each story shows why Kay Jaybee has been hailed as ‘a master of the craft of erotica’ (Oysters and Chocolate). As a girl writes messages of lust on the body of her best friend’s lover, and a mistress’s employment of ropes and chains on her slave co-insides with the application of emulsion, we discover just how Kay has earned her reputation for producing ‘super-heated kinky stories,’ (Kd Grace), which are ‘a sublime pleasure to read’ (Violet Blue). 

It’s a very odd feeling to read a blurb like that about your own work! I know I often say it, but I honestly can’t believe how much has happened to me ‘writing wise’ in the last few years – let alone during the last few months. That I have enough stories published with Xcite to warrant them publishing a ‘Best Of…’ collection is an amazing feeling- and I’d like to thank Hazel and the team for putting up with me for so long!

The stories tucked inside The Best of Kay Jaybee come from the Xcite anthologies I’ve been lucky enough to have work in since 2008, (such as Cardboard, Coated, and The Fuck-Me Cabbie),  as well as from my three solo Xcite collections, Quick Kink One (inc. The Shirt), Quick Kink Two (inc.The Bride wore Rubber) and Yes Ma’am (inc. Lying in Wait).

As you’d expect from me, there are a fair number of dominance and submission related stories included in this anthology, but there is also a heap of romantic lust, explored fantasies, and happily kinky threesome play.

You can buy The Best of Kay Jaybee exclusively from Amazon UK and Amazon.com until January 2013- after which it will be out for general release.

If you’ve never read any of my work before, then The Best of Kay Jaybee is just the right place to start before you venture on to discover my novellas (A Sticky Situation, The Circus, Not Her Type) and novels…

Kayxx

PS- And yes- that is me on the cover of The Best of Kay Jaybee- who’d have thought I’d be a cover girl at my age!!! I’d like to extend a HUGE thank you to the guys and gals of Vanity Studios for working their magic on me!!

 

Putting Grace Marshall On The Spot!!

Today I am overjoyed to welcome one of the newest names on the erotic romance block- Grace Marshall- Hang on a minute, don’t I know that face? Umm- Let the interrogation begin…

Grace Marshall a.k.a Kd Grace at Lincoln City

 

KJB: Do you think you need to be a romantic to write romance? Would you consider yourself a romantic?

GM: I’m DEFINITELY a romantic, and way more so than I would like to be at times, but it is who I am, and it’s made for some fun writing.

Yes, I do think you have to be a romantic to write romance, BUT, I think that we all have a little bit of romantic in us, and we all really want our own Happily Ever After. Honestly, I’ve never known anyone who when given the choice would choose the ‘Not so happy ever after’ ending for their own lives.

KJB: It’s no secret that you have a more, shall we say “erotically word-playful” alter ego- the incredible KD Grace- how would you say your writing style differs under the banner of Grace Marshall?

GM: I think we’re opposite sides of the same romantic coin. While KD approached romance through erotica, I approach the erotic through romance. With KD, the sex is there from the beginning, and it’s always an integral part of the story. With my work, the sex is a part of the ‘pay-off.’ I don’t want to say it’s earned, but it’s definitely a part of the goal. For me the story is all about the chemistry that develops between to people who are attracted to each other on more levels than just sexually. I play a lot more with sexual tension than KD does. HOWEVER, when it comes time for the Big Event, I leave the bedroom doors wide open and invite my readers right on in.

KJB: The cover of Executive Decision alone looks enticing- can you give us an idea about what we can expect from its pages?

GM: You can expect both romance and sex and lots of drama. Ellis and Dee are both very intelligent, very driven people, and they find themselves in a situation that calls for all of that intelligence and drive and the amazing teamwork that goes far deeper than just their working relationship.

Here’s the blurb:

Sex in the contract – it’s the only way super-focused, over-worked CEO, Ellison Thorne, is ever going to get laid. That’s what his retiring business partner and secret match-maker, Beverly Neumann, thinks. She’s convinced no-strings, stress-free sex in certain employee contracts would raise productivity and minimize stress — perfect for a busy executive like Ellis. But she’s joking, right?

Enter her hand-picked replacement, Dee Henning. Young, hungry, gifted, Dee is the queen of no time for sex. When negotiations on a major project break down, and Dee and Ellis end up in each other’s arms, the Executive Sex Clause suddenly becomes more than a joke. In fact hot executive sex just might be the ultimate secret weapon for success. But secrets seldom remain secret, and Dee and Ellis soon learn there’s no such thing as no-strings where the heart is concerned.

KJB: Writing for a living is no easy feat- what do you do when the flow of words clogs up and you need to kick start the grey matter?

GM: I go for a long walk. I’ve never had a difficult spot that couldn’t be solved by a good walk. Either that or I do a little weeding in the vegetable patch. We have an allotment now, so there’s always LOTS of weeding to do.

KJB: ED is the first of a trilogy- do you have titles for its sequels yet? When can we expect Grace Marshall’s first wares to hit the shelves?

GM:  Yes! I have titles and covers for the next two books in the trilogy. Book two is Identity Crisis and book three is The exhibition.  An Executive Decision is out now on Kindle eBook and will be released in print 1st November. It’s already available for pre-order.

Find Grace Marshall here:

Website: http://gracemarshallromance.co.uk/

Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/GraceMarshallRomance

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/GM_Romance

I’m delighted to say Grace has provided a tasty morsel from her novel to sample today…enjoy…

Excerpt:

‘I can’t believe you just did that.’ Dee whispered, applying plenty of tongue to seashell hollow of his ear and inhaling sharply as he ground himself against her, forcing her back still further into the corner.

‘If the damned elevator doesn’t hurry up, I’m gonna do a whole lot more than that.’ He took time out from his kneadings to guide her hand into his pocket, then shifted just enough to impress upon her the urgency of the situation.

‘My God, Mr Thorne, I’m amazed you can even walk.’

‘Actually, I was hoping for a ride, Ms Henning.’ He guided her hand to mirror and intensify the tight, almost undetectable rocking of his hips.

Meanwhile the businessman produced a bottle of something volatile and passed it around while singing a version of ‘Yesterday’ that would have brought tears to Lennon and McCartney’s eyes. Once assured Dee knew her way around the inside of his pocket, Ellis retraced the route to the closest breast. His other hand snaked up under the front of her skirt, and with a slight tilting of her hips to open a path, he maneuvered into her panties. In the subtle, but intense rubbing and stroking that ensued, she nearly forgot where they were until the door opened and disgorged everyone but themselves and the elderly couple. Ellis quickly pulled his hand from beneath her skirt and licked wet fingers, the way a chef might test his favorite recipe. In a futile attempt to look respectable, they rode the last two floors straightening clothing and breathing heavily, finally making a quick escape to their suite.

By the time they got inside, Ellis’s shirt was unbuttoned and he was working on his belt. She yanked down the zipper of her skirt and stepped out of it.

Standing with his trousers around his ankles, Ellis shoved her blouse and the unhooked bra out of the way and reintroduced her nipples to his enthusiastic tongue. ‘Come on.’ He gasped, when he finally pulled away and kicked aside his trousers. ‘My bed’s in here.’ Hooking a finger into the waistband of her thong he pulled her at a fast trot through the sitting room. At the door to his bedroom, she grabbed his boxers from behind nearly tripping him as she tugged them down, freeing his erection, and giving herself a mouth-watering view of his ass.

Struggling to regain his balance, he turned on her. ‘So, that’s how you want to play, is it?’

‘This is how I want to play.’ She pushed him against the wall and dropped to her knees in front of him before he could take the initiative. Then she dragged the boxers down still further so she could cup the weight of his balls in one hand while the other closed around his erection.

‘Dee.’ His voice was tight, edgy. ‘Dee, what are you doing?’ He ran a hand down to cup her chin and lifted it until she met his gaze.

‘I told you I wanted to taste you. You said you’d put it on the calendar. You didn’t forget, did you? Of course not. Ellison Thorne would never forget an important meeting.’ She took him into her mouth, afraid if she waited she might lose courage, she might remember who she really was in this relationship and not be able to do what she so badly wanted to do.

‘Jesus, Dee.’ He sucked breath between his teeth and grunted. ‘I won’t be able to hold off long with you doing that. Are you sure?’

‘Positive.’ She pulled away from him just enough to speak, running her fisted hand down the length of him, slickened and shiny with her saliva. ‘I want to taste you. I want to see your pleasure.’

He was thick and heavy, more than she could take into her mouth. She wrapped her fingers tightly around the base of his erection, where it rose from the soft press of pubic curls. She sheathed him with her lips hard pressed around his girth, her tongue stroking and caressing the underside of his penis, taking in the shape of him, the rounded tip, the tight slit, the path of veins coursing beneath the skin. His flesh was warm and hard and the scent of was slightly yeasty, like bread baking. It was a scent that made her hungry in parts of her that had nothing to do with her belly. His large hand cupped the back of her head and controlled her movements, and she let him, yielding and opening more to him with each controlled thrust of his hips. All of him was hard, like he was one giant muscle waiting to flex, waiting to explode with power. And she felt all of his need as though it were her own building between her legs where she gaped hungry and begging and wet.

‘Are you sure?’ he asked again, his voice forced up the back of his throat with effort she felt at the base of his spine where she now rested an open palm. ‘Because I can’t … Because I won’t be able to …’

She murmured and tried to nod, intensifying her efforts to match the crescendo of his need, tightening her grip until her cheeks ached, until her tongue thrust, until her eyes watered with her efforts to breathe around his assault on her mouth, the assault she had encouraged, the assault she had demanded.

His control slipped. She gagged, then placed a hand against his hip and forced herself to relax as his fingers curled in her hair, as his breath caught in his throat, as his control slipped again then vanished. He shuddered his orgasm into her mouth in a strangled cry that could have been pain as easily as pleasure. At first he tried to push her away, but she clung to him taking his semen, all of it, taking the taste of him, the rich, thick taste of him onto her tongue, into her throat, swallowing back the heat and the tension and the power of the man she admired most in the world until she was weak and giddy from the act, until she was euphoric and drunk from the feel of him. Then he slid down the wall onto the floor next to her, taking her into his arms. ‘Now you know how I taste.’ He took her mouth like he wanted to possess it, like he wanted to devour it. When he pulled away, he forced a laugh that tightened his abdominal muscles beneath her open palm. ‘And now I know how I taste.’

Available from:

eBook

Amazon UK

Amazon US 

Xcite Books

Print

Amazon UK

Amazon US

Barnes & Noble

The Book Depository

Xcite Books

Thanks again to Grace for stopping by today. I can’t recommend her new novel enough- it really is top notch romantic erotica. If you missed my review of An Executive Decision, just follow this link.

Happy Reading.

Kay xx

 

The Collector – It’s Re-launch Day!!

Today’s the day!!

After four years my very first solo work The Collector, has been given a face lift! The old black cover has gone, and has been replaced with this…I love it!

 

Not quite an anthology, not really a novel, it’s a- well- let’s call it a linked anthology- or maybe a novel in parts…Why not take a look and decide for yourself what category it might slot in to?

Here’s the blurb-

The Collector sits silently alone, engrossed in her tales of lust, submission and dominance. Has she already engraved your erotic exploits on her salacious list?

She may look like she is scribbling randomly in her notebook, but she is secretly listening to, and recording, the overheard fantasies and indiscretions of others.

Forever hungry for stories, when The Collector’s sources run dry, her appetite for tales of instruction and voyeurism drives her to do some research of her own before sharing her provocative experiments on paper.

It is time for the world’s raunchiest chronicler to come to light.

The stories that have been collected by the narrator – which vary in length from flash fiction pieces of only a few hundred words, to much longer stories - cover lustful romance, lesbian exploration, domination, submission, voyeurism and solo fun.

Each piece is introduced by the collector herself, so you can discover just how she came across them.

And who is this collector? Well, she is just like you or I- she is a woman in the crowd, at the back of the bus, in the corner of the cafe- one clue for you- she always, always, carries a notebook with her…always. Keep your eyes open, and maybe you’ll see her, before she sees you…

You can find the new look The Collector on Amazon UK, Amazon. com, and on all good paperback and e-retailer sites.

I’ll be back with more ‘Th Collector’ info soon!

Enjoy folks. xx

 

 

Making Him Wait- Paperback Launch Day!!

It’s LAUNCH DAY!!!  Cue balloons and a fanfare!!!!

Hot on the heels of its Kindle release, my brand new novel, Making Him Wait is out in paperback TODAY!!

Maddie Templeton has always been an unconventional artist. Themes of submission and domination pulse through her erotic artwork, and she’s happily explored these lustful themes both on and off the canvas.

But, when Theo Hunter enters her life, she is presented with a new challenge. Maddie sets out to test his resolve as she teases, torments and toys with him. But, as Maddie drives Theo to breaking point, she soon becomes unsure whether her own resolve will hold out!

At the same time, Maddie must put on the exhibition of a lifetime. As the hottest gallery in town clamours for her best work, Maddie pushes her models harder and higher until they are physically, sexually and emotionally exhausted. Will Maddie’s models continue to submit to her, or will she push them too far? And will she be ready for the exhibition in time?

The only way to find out is to wait and see…and the waiting only makes it sweeter!

Making Him Wait is my longest work to date- it’s packed with text sex, self-control, domination, submission, and lots and lots of very erotic works of art…

If you would like to buy Making Him Wait, it is available as a paperback or e-book from Amazon UK, Amazon .com, Sweetmeats Press, and all good retailers.

Making Him Wait is the very first in Sweetmeats HOT new range of non-illustrated books, all ready to hit a world wide, rather than a Western Audience alone- do you think the world is ready for Kay Jaybee!!!??

I am so excited about the launch of this book- I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it for you.  Pop back to my blog soon to find details of the places where you’ll soon be able to read free snippets to whet the appetite!!

Happy Reading

Kay xx

 

Kxxx

Good Times!!

Where on earth do I start? So much wonderful stuff is happening at the moment- I can hardly believe it!

I mean- take this week for example- I’ve had two great guests on my blog (Nephylium and Elizabeth Black), and I’ve been interviewed alongside the gorgeous Shanna Germain by Richard Wagner (aka Dr Dick), discussing the effect of 50 Shades on erotica.

As if that wasn’t enough- you can currently get the second part of The Perfect Submissive in it’s trilogy form ‘The Art of Submissive Survival’ FREE on Amazon UK, Amazon.com and Amazon DE until this Sunday at midnight!!

 

And as I look forward to the week ahead, the news gets even more exciting…

Not only will my second BDSM novel, The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), start popping up all over the place, rather than just on Amazon, but (as you can’t fail to have noticed if you follow this blog), my third novel, Making Him Wait, is coming out on paperback on Monday, with the re-launch of my very first book, The Collector hot on its heels on Wednesday!!

Hang on- there’s more!!

On Monday 29th October, you’ll be able to read my one and only sexy paranormal story, ‘Blinked‘, on the fabulous www.oystersandchocolate.com, which will be followed by another of my stories in a few weeks time (The Letter), and…yes… you’ll get a hot new kinky Christmas tale from me in December (more news on that to come!)

I bet you think I’ve finished -but I haven’t- In the next few weeks there is going to be ANOTHER Kay Jaybee production hitting the e-shelves… are you ready for a Best Of Kay Jaybee Collection? I hope so- because Xcite will be publishing it very soon!!

I’m out of breath just reading about it all!!

Just before I head off to London for the weekend to enjoy a night of readings at the wonderful Sh! Women’s Store, I’d like to thank you all for your support. If you lovely folk didn’t read my work, then none of these wonderful things would be happening.

Huge hugs!!

Happy weekend everyone. Don’t forget to pop by on Monday- more news awaits…

Kay xxx

 

 

Guest Blog- Elizabeth Black Interviews Tita, the Heroine of “Trouble In Thigh High Boots”

Today I have the wonderful Elizabeth Black dropping by to interview the heroine of her fabulous book, “Trouble In Thigh High Boots.” This is fun!! Over to you Elizabeth…

Tita is my heroine in my new novella “Trouble In Thigh High Boots”, which is an erotic retelling of the fairy tale Puss In Boots. Tita is Puss. She has agreed to be interviewed today. She is a shapeshifter who takes the form of a cat and shifts to human female form. Today, she is my guest and she is taking her human form.

Elizabeth Black: Thank you for being here today, Tita.

Tita: (sipping a cup of warm cream) You’re welcome, and thank you for having me. Feel free to ask me anything you like. No topic is off limits. I’m not easily offended so take your best shot.

EB: I just might do exactly that. Tita is a lovely name.

Tita: Thank you. It’s short for “Gatita”, which is Spanish for “female kitten”. It’s not my real name, though.

EB: What’s your real name?

Tita: (grinning) I only tell that to the person I love.

EB: (grinning back) And who is that?

Tita: (winking) You’ll have to read “Trouble In Thigh High Boots” to find out. I will say that I view love in a different way. I can love more than one person at once although in the long run I will be faithful to only one.  By the end of the book, you’ll learn who that person is.

EB: You say “person” instead of “man” or “woman”. What is your sexual orientation, if you don’t mind my asking?

Tita: I don’t mind at all. I’m bisexual, although I lean more towards preferring men than women. As far as I’m concerned, being bisexual allows me to love more people. It also gets me rejected by twice as many people, although I’m not often rejected. I spend a lot of time searching for love and excitement, which is only natural since I’m a cat. When I make a commitment to one person I’m faithful.

EB: Tell me more about your views on love.

Tita: Love is all around us. We just have to recognize it and seize it when it’s within our grasp. I have different levels of intimacy with different people. I’m closest to a man and woman I’ve known for a very long time. We go way back. There’s also my true love who thankfully sees love in the same way I do. We have a very open and honest relationship. The more the merrier, I say.

EB: Do you see lovemaking as an art?

Tita: In some ways I do. The human body is like a finely tuned watch. All the parts work together to create a wondrous whole. I know exactly how to tease my partner to turn him or her into an erotic puddle of goo.

EB: How are you different from a human lover, since you are shapeshifter.

Tita: I do retain some of my cat qualities when I shift, which makes for very exciting lovemaking. For instance, my tongue never becomes completely smooth after I shift. It’s still a bit rough like a cat’s but rough in a pleasant way. Imagine that kind of light texture on your most sensitive parts of your body, and you’ll see why I’m quite the lover.

EB: You’re quite an impressive sight to see. You’re nearly six feet tall and your flame colored hair is impressive. Do you intimidate people?

Tita: (laughing and tossing her long red hair) I suppose I do, but I don’t use my physique to influence my power over people, although it definitely has an effect. I use my cunning. I’m a cat, after all. (She stretches her legs and arches her back to drive the point home.) For instance, when it comes to Herp the ogre, I played on his weaknesses to get the outcome I needed. He abused the local farmers for a very long time, and I’d had enough of it. He nearly impoverished two of my closest friends, Georgy and his wife, Lyubov. They are very special friends, if you get my meaning. (She grins) I know what makes people tick so I can give them what they need.

EB: One of those people is your Master, Dylan. Or should I say, the Marquis of Carabas!

Tita: Dylan was suffering so much I had to do something to help him. He was starving and couldn’t bring in enough money as a cobbler, even though is leatherwork was incredible.

EB: But he tried to drown you.

Tita: Yes he did but I don’t blame him. When I first met him I was in cat form and he had no idea what I really was. He tried to drown me in a lake behind his home when he first inherited me. I guess he wanted the mule his brother Zane got. When I spoke to him for the first time he was so startled he dropped me in the water. I didn’t like that. I don’t like getting wet. So I made a deal with him. I certainly wasn’t going to spend my life living from hand to mouth and I didn’t want that for Dylan either. So I set my plan in motion to make both of us comfortable for the rest of our lives.

EB: And what plan was that?

Tita (grinning): Read the book. There’s far too much to tell in one interview.

EB: You mentioned Dylan’s brother, Zane. What’s he like?

Tita: (spitting on the ground) He’s horrid. Vicious and arrogant. And he has far too much pride and greed for his own good. We don’t exactly see eye to eye. I deal with him quite effectively. He wanted me for his own but I wouldn’t have any part of him.

EB: He liked the way you dressed.

Tita: (laughing) Most people do. I do like to make an entrance, and my leather corset and thigh high boots make quite the impression. I’m no shrinking violet and my attire makes that very clear. I know what I want and I pursue it until I get it. More often than not, I succeed. (stretching her legs and flexing her feet) How do you liked these boots? Dylan made them.

EB: They’re beautiful. Very sexy, too.

Tita: That’s what I like best about them. Plus they have stiletto heels so they make me even taller than six feet. I like my height.

EB: What are your plans for the future?

Tita: To live life to the fullest, enjoy myself, and spend time with those I love. And to drink lots of cream. (She sips cream from her cup.)

EB: That’s a fabulous way to live. Thank you for being here with me today, Tita. I wish you the best in your life and I wish the best for those important to you.

Tita: Thank you. It was a pleasure being here today.

EB: Buy “Trouble In Thigh High Boots” to learn more about Tita and how she overcomes some huge hurdles to get what she wants out of life. She also is very loyal to those she loves. You’ll see that in how she treats her Master Dylan, otherwise known as the Marquis of Carabas. Information about the book is below:

TROUBLE IN THIGH HIGH BOOTS

Buy Links:

Amazon US: http://tinyurl.com/trouble-amazon-us

Amazon UK: http://tinyurl.com/trouble-amazon-uk

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/240534

Coming soon: Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Apple, and AllRomanceEbooks

Blurb:

Tita is a Puss In Boots with a little something extra. Being a magical creature, she shifts from a kitty into the form of an alluring, ginger-haired woman when the situation demands it. And what a situation she finds herself in! Her new master Dylan is a poor man who needs a boost in the world. Sly Tita uses her seductive wiles to pass him off to the villagers and the king as the Marquis of Carabas in order to help both of them gain their fortunes. Her plan is not without its problems. Dylan’s malicious brother, Zane, lusts after Tita, and he wants her all to himself, but she refuses to succumb to his treachery. Being a cat first and foremost, she purrs in the arms of her many lovers but her heart belongs to only one man – the king. She hopes that in ensuring Dylan his lofty place in the world the king finds a place in his heart for her. Her life becomes an erotic adventure in reaching her goals.

Excerpt:

Her stiletto heels clicked on the hardwood floor, attracting the king’s attention. When he turned toward her, her heart nearly stopped at the unabashed thrilled look on his face when he set eyes on her. She sniffed the air and smelled castile soap and fragrant oil of rosemary. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he expected me. Maybe his knights told him I was on my way.

“Ah, cat, you have returned! How delightful!” The king’s jolly laugh boomed around the high-ceilinged room. “My sister told me she saw you on the road. Your rabbits were absolutely delicious. I saved a morsel in case you returned.”

She smiled and batted her lashes at him. Stop it! You’re acting like a peckish school girl with a bad crush! “You are too kind, Your Highness. Before I accept your gracious offer of food, might I offer you another present from the Marquis of Carabas?”

“Another present? Your Marquis is quite impressive. First, the fattest rabbits I’ve seen in these parts in a long time, and now more gifts! Yes, please, do show me what you have to offer.”

Oh, I’ll show you much more than you expect, sire. She lifted her knapsack and prepared to open it, but hesitated. The king looked dejected.

“What’s wrong?”

“I want this gift to be a special surprise for you, sire, but I can’t have you looking at me when I give it to you.”

“Well, what shall we do then?”

“I had an idea.” She opened the knapsack a tiny bit, reached inside, and pulled out a silk blindfold. “How about we play a game?”

He clapped his hands. “I love games! Cat, you are quite the adventuress!”

Little do you know… “I do my best, Your Highness.” She held the blindfold between her claws. “May I approach you and slip this over your eyes, sire?”

“Of course you may.”

“You trust me?”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“How do you know I won’t shield your eyes and then slit your throat?”

“Because there’s something special about you, cat. I can’t put my finger on it, but you are very intriguing. I’m willing to trust you with my life.”

Her heart melted at his words, and she took great pride in feeling his affection even though he had not yet seen her in her human form. What would he think of her once he saw her long legs, full breasts, and thick tawny hair? Would he ravish her when he felt the warmth from her heart and tasted the sweetness of her breath? How would he react to the tenderness she longed to give him?

When would he remember her, if he remembered her at all? She had never spoken to him or shifted in front of him when she lived in the castle. Her heart ached with love and memories of his tender caresses and playful roughhousing. If only he recalled her!

She walked to him as he sat in his favorite chair, and then she leapt onto his lap. He ran his fingers through her long fur without thinking twice about it, as many humans did when accosted by a cat, although certainly not most. She had met her share of men and women who beat her and threw pans of water at her. Zane’s face flashed into her mind. When would she see him again? Tita knew he would make another appearance soon, aware of his cruelty and greed. She shook her head and quickly shoved his memory away. She would not allow him room in her head to ruin her time with the king.

Thankfully, her king was not cruel. She purred with pleasure as he scratched her behind her ears. Ooooh, he found my most sensitive sweet spot! I can’t stand it! Let me at him! In a fit of arousal, she rubbed her mouth against his hand, leaving her scent on his skin.

She stared into his deep blue eyes and paused before lifting her blindfold. I wonder if he can see into my soul when he gazes into my eyes. One look will show him a world he’s never before seen. She gazed at him, wishing he could read her mind, to sense the love she felt for him.

“You have lovely eyes, cat. The color of a deep sea – quiet on the surface, but I suspect there is quite a bit of turmoil in those depths.” He ran one hand over her back, stroking her length until she arched in response. “Your eyes are very human. Long-lashed and expressive. Are you enchanted?”

“In a way, sire, yes I am. But I’m not cursed. I can give you what you need.”

“And what might that be?”

“Let me show you.” She slipped the blindfold over his eyes and waited for him to sit back and relax. When his breathing eased, she curled into his lap, placing both paws on his shoulders. “Don’t be afraid. And whatever you do, don’t remove the blindfold. I’m about to give you my surprise.”

As her body lengthened and stretched, she stroked his hair. Paws elongated into palms and fingers and she scratched his scalp with her long nails. He moaned and curled his head into her embrace, but as her furry body grew into curvy feminine form, he backed away with a gasp of alarm.

“Please don’t be afraid,” she whispered in a deep, mellow voice that sang in his ear. “I won’t hurt you.” She guided his hands from his sides to her bare hips. “Touch me. Feel me.”

*****

Many thanks Elizabeth- that was delicious!!

Kay xx

 

 

The Collector- Mark 2 – COMING SOON!

If you listen carefully I am sure you’ll be able to hear the sound of me doing some serious Happy Dancing around the house as I shout Yippee!!!,

Why such merriment in the Jaybee home? Well…

Let me take you back to September 2008. There was a great deal of over excited jumping around in my home then as well- because that was when my very first solo work of erotica was published – The Collector was born.

And now- four years later, not only is The Collector available for the Kindle as well- but it’s being re-released!! I just LOVE the new cover!

 

 

 

Here’s a quick reminder of what lurks within its mega-kinky pages…

The Collector sits silently alone; engrossed in her tales of lust, submission and dominance. Has she already engraved your erotic exploits on her salacious list?

She may look like she is scribbling randomly in her notebook, but she is secretly listening to, and recording, the overheard fantasies and indiscretions of others.

Forever hungry for stories, when The Collector’s sources run dry, her appetite for tales of instruction and voyeurism drives her to do some research of her own, before sharing her provocative experiments on paper.

It is time for the world’s raunchiest chronicler comes to light.

The 21 stories included in this book have been compiled by an anonymous central narrator referred to as The Collector, who either acquires the tales from a willing third party (Cupboard Lust), or overhears information and fills in the blanks herself (Learning).

She is not a call girl or a sex club queen, but an ordinary woman  with an extra-ordinary hobby. For she sits in coffee shops by day, gaining a strange pleasure from writing up her salacious literature in public.

Travelling on public transport as much as possible, listening to conversations in restaurants, pubs and cafes, she keeps her eyes and ears open for potential material.

When sources run dry The Collector takes matters into her own hands, engineering situations worth writing about by doing some direct research (Treasure). Occasionally she visits select clubs and private houses, which are guaranteed to provide the type of material required to retell the most erotic of adventures (Tequila).

Divided into chapters, the stories vary vastly in length from c.250 words to c.4000 words. Each tale is pulled together with a short narrative, which offers a brief history to the piece, without frustrating the reader intent on the stories themselves. From New Territory, which provides information about both our narrator and her writing, to Alone, The Collector takes the reader through every gambit of the sexual experience. Lust, submission, dominance, instruction, voyeurism and masturbation, are all observed within the genres of heterosexual, lesbian and solo sex.

Here are two snippets from some of the reviews The Collector has already received-

This book gives an entertaining and provocative glance into the sex-lives of an eclectic selection of people, each with a kinky tale to tell.

From the truly bizarre—“Sweets” … To the super sexy—“New Territory” … To the truly intense—“Tequila” … each story is delightfully different from the next…

Kay Jaybee gets her fingers deep into the sex lives of strangers, acquaintances and friends, most often from her favorite perch in the coffeehouse. There is no need to peep into your neighbor’s bedroom windows now, just open the book and find out what’s going on in the pants of those around you…

Reviewed by Jordan LaRousse,  Oysters and Chocolate

…What I really loved about this book was the fact it all felt very real. The author herself admitted that there are embellishments on some of the stories, and that some have come purely from her imagination. But what makes it so interesting is the fact that the erotic escapades between the covers of the book could happen.

The tales aren’t about desert islands or exotic places we can only dream about. It could be real. Your neighbour could be doing it. Your colleagues could be doing it. That woman in the supermarket. Anyone, anywhere. And for me, that made it very, very sexy.

I also loved the brevity of the stories. They don’t need to be any longer. They’re just snippets of life; naughty sex scenes. There’s no “they met, they fell in love and fell into bed” type thing. No character development is needed. It’s just pure, unadulterated filth. And it’s fabulous. Highly recommended.

Reviewed by Erotica For All

I’d love you to join me in celebrating the rebirth of my very first paperback!

From 31st Oct you’ll be able to get the new look version of The Collector from Amazon UK, Amazon.com, and all major book and e-retailers.

Keep your eyes peeled- because there will be a The Collector tour soon!

Kay xx

Guest Post- Nephylim

Today I am delighted to be welcoming Nephylim to my site. Over to you…

INTRODUCTION

I have always had a fascination with the paranormal, from angels to ghosts to faeries and when I was asked to do an anthology dealing with these themes I jumped at the chance. That and I have never tried writing actual erotica. It was just too good an opportunity to pass up.

My style of writing is to always go for something different. My stories take unexpected twists or deal with out-of-the-ordinary characters. While stories of 5,000 words didn’t give me as much freedom as I’m used to, to develop the quirks, I managed to find plenty.

There was never any prospect of sparkling vampires here but I wanted something different and so came up with a story where the ‘victim’ turned the tables on his attacker and gave the vampire something to sink his teeth into. The angel takes a break from the final battle of good and evil to be with his demon lover. The werewolf is an angsty teenager and the faery is an ancient spirit unearthed in a tomb excavation. Out of them all only the ghost is as you might have imagined him to be.

Writing short stories full of sex was…interesting and yes, I did get fed up with it by the end. However, I have to point out that it isn’t all the stories are about. I can’t write stories without substance and I believe these have it, as well as humour, excitement and romance. Not your usual erotica or your usual paranormal.

An interesting experiment turned into what I consider to be some of the best short stories I have ever written.

DESCRIPTION

Aster is a vampire looking for someone. When he finds Kia his plan is to fuck him and drain him, but Kia has other ideas. Recognising Aster as the man he’s been waiting for, he turns the tide and seduces him, shocking him with secrets from the past. Together, they enter into an encounter that blows their minds and changes their lives forever.

Lucien is a werewolf. He’s always known he’s different. Definitely not an Alpha like his father. More akin to the bitches than the muscular Beta’s or lithe hunters he finds himself drawn to. When the enigmatic lone wolf arrives, with his pure white hair and ice blue eyes, Lucien is lost at first glance. After a burning hot dream he finally submits to the dominant male destined to be his mate for life.

Dema and Meri’el are an unlikely coupling. In the final war against good and evil they find themselves on opposing sides. Dema the demon and Meri’el the son of the King of Angels. Drugging each other with their bodies they unleash the primal fury of their true natures and rock the foundations of the earth and the heavens.

Grey doesn’t believe in curses. When he uncovers a cavern deep under the mountain feared by the villagers as a faery tomb, he scoffs at the superstition, until he meets a stranger who lures him into the wood. A steamy encounter in a forest glade has him wondering if being cursed is such a bad thing after all.

Shay is mourning the death of his soul mate, tormented by the fact he’d never told him how much he loved him. A knife in the back in a dark alley steals his chance to finally prove his commitment, until ghostly whisper in the same alley leads to a night of passion and the second chance both men crave, to finally find peace.

EXCERPT

Demon they called him. Demon, for the red of his eyes, for the black of his skin, patterned with swirls and patterns of red, and for his leathery wings, now furled tight against his back. And yes, he supposed that demon he was, yet those he fought were no less ferocious than he, no more strangers to battle and the atrocities inherent therein.

Angels they were called. Angels, for their bright eyes, for their pale skin, glowing with light from within, and for their pure, feathered wings that spread from their backs like those of great birds.  Some of them, Seraphim they were called, could kill at a glance, turn man or demon to dust in his shoes. And they were the side of good, while he and all his people were ‘bad’.

The great fight between good and evil, this battle was called. The final battle over the souls of men. He couldn’t care less about men, their souls of any part of them. Sure, some of him kind liked to dabble in the small lives of humans, but the angels interfered on a large wider scale. No, this battle wasn’t about men, it was about territory and power. It was one he hoped would be decided very soon. In fact, he was hopeful that it would be ended with the dawn, when the King of Angels discovered his son missing, and a letter in its place, inviting him to the negotiating table. He happened to know that the king valued his son greatly and, if he wasn’t prepared to parlay through force he was sure to be prepared to do so for love… wasn’t he.

He jumped when a hand touched his shoulder, then relaxed as they slid around him, to encircle him in a world of soft whiteness.

“I missed you in our bed,” a sweet voice purred in his ear. “I thought I might find you here. You should rest, tomorrow will be a long, hard day.”

The demon sighed and leaned back into the arms of his lover, who nestled a cheek against his hair. He tilted up his head and the smell of roses enveloped him, as the taller man bent his head to kiss him.

“So many have died,” he said sadly, when his lips were freed. “So many – “

“Don’t think about what has gone. Think about how many lives will be saved when we parlay tomorrow.”

“Will they? Will the king…”

He turned and rested his forehead against the fine skin of his lover’s shoulder. A pair of pure white wings encircled him and he raised his hand, burying his fingers in the downy under-feathers. Looking up into the face of the angel who towered over him, he smiled and all his worries fell away.

“Come back to bed,” Meri’el whispered and he followed.

The bedchamber was dimly lit with muted lamps behind the pale, gauzy curtains that obscured the walls and made it seem as if they were lying inside a cloud. That was Meri’el’s influence. Dema preferred black.

Dema stood at the foot of the bed and gazed down at that snow white wings spread out over the bed like a coverlet and the pale, translucent beauty lying between them, his golden hair standing up around his head like a halo.

“You are so beautiful,” Dema breathed. “How can you love someone like me?”

“Someone like you? Someone who is passionate and wild and beautiful? It’s easy, my love. Come love me with passion.”

A red light flared in Dema’s eyes, turning his vision crimson and he sank down into the soft feathers, taking possession of Meri’el’s lips. Meri’el’s arms reached around him and pulled him close, the hard leathery body against the soft yielding flesh.

Meri’el’s breath hitched as Dema’s hardness stabbed into his hip. His own erection, standing up from its bed of gold, slapped against his stomach as he raised his hips, writhing  and trying to rub himself against his lover.

Dema, just as desperate moved to straddle Meri’el, trapping their cocks between them, moving his hips to massage them together. Meri’el whimpered, gasping and clawing at Dema’s back with his fingernails, ineffective against the tough, leathery skin. “Take me, take me,” he gasped.

BLURB

Five stories of the paranormal, designed to thrill and tease the senses and to challenge all you’ve ever been told about the creatures that go Hump in the Night.

BUY LINKS

All Romance http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-humpinthenight-786310-144.html

Amazon (UK)  http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hump-Night-Gay-Erotica-ebook/dp/B007Y7IC9S/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1336126590&sr=1-1

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Hump-Night-Gay-Erotica-ebook/dp/B007Y7IC9S/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1336126590&sr=1-1

Apple  http://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/hump-in-the-night/id524978900?mt=11

BIO

Nephylim was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was 16, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun to clean.

Nephylim has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces, nephews and cousin and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in play.

Later in life, Nephylim became the storyteller for a re enactment group who travelled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.

It was here she began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.

In present times, Nephylim lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son and her two cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close. The part of her that needs to earn money is a lawyer, but the deepest, and most important part of her is a storyteller and artist, and always will be.

GENERAL LINKS

Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4462803.Nephylim

Blog – http://Nephylim-author.blogspot.co.uk

Facebook Page https://www.facebook.com/Nephylim.author

Thanks ever so much to Nephylim for stopping by today!

Kay xx

Making Him Wait- AVAILABLE ON KINDLE NOW!!!

My latest novel, Making Him Wait, has just hit the e-shelves, and will be out in paperback form on 29th Oct!

Check out this cover- I just love it!

Making Him Wait, my longest novel to date, is published by Sweetmeats Press, and I am very proud to announce that it has been chosen to kick off their brand new range of un-illustrated novels. These new works will be aimed at a world-wide, rather than a just a Western, audience!

It is ironic then perhaps that Making Him Wait is all about an artist who specialises in erotic and sensual creations.

Let me give you a little hint as to what it’s all about…

The artist in question is one Maddie Templeton- a complete control freak- or more accurately – a self-control freak.

When, after years of painting commissions, Maddie gets the chance to have her first ever art exhibition at the newly refurnish Stripped Banana gallery, she jumps into action. But the time given to create twelve brand new works of art is short, and only by enlisting the help of her favourite models and clients, such as Sara (as featured on the cover of the book), Jake, Freya, and the insufferable Tania, her self-centred vamp of an ex-girlfriend, does Maddie have any chance at all of getting her pieces completed on time.

Meanwhile, Maddie’s recent meeting with local electrician, Theo Hunter, is adding an extra degree of interest to her life…

High kink all the way, Making Him Wait is a lust fuelled erotic romance that has fun with text sex, straight sex, girl/girl sex…you get the idea!! There is lots of sex…and a trolley… I am saying no more!!!

I hope that little plot-line teaser has whetted your appetite!

The Kindle version is available NOW!! You can buy it from Amazon, Amazon.com and all good e-retailers.

If you would like to pre-order the paperback version of Making Him Wait, it is currently available from Amazon, Amazon.com, Sweetmeats Press, and all good retailers.

Happy reading everyone!!!

Kay xxx