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November 16, 2017
A tasty taster from Wednesday on Thursday
It’s almost a year since I finished writing Wednesday on Thursday– I can’t believe how fast the time has gone. Today I thought I’d share a little from its coffee soaked, word obsessed, pages.
Blurb
There are rumours that the coffee guy has “a thing” about words.
Shrugging off her friend’s concern about the way the man in the café stares at her every lunch hour, Wednesday can’t see how his love of words could possibly be hazardous.
The fact is, Wednesday rather enjoys being the centre of an attractive man’s undivided attention. His dark blue eyes alone have provided her with many delicious erotic fantasies, a welcome distraction from the pressures of the real world and a dull job.
It’s totally harmless…
…until there’s an accident with a cup of coffee.
After soaking Wednesday with a hot latte, the coffee guy’s attention suddenly becomes far more enticing—and dangerous.
Drawn into a bizarre world of human behavioural research, where crosswords are used to initiate sexual experiments, Wednesday finds herself driven, not by a desire to further scientific research, but by the need to be rewarded for her hard work by the coffee guy’s captivating research assistant.
A stunning redhead by the name of Thursday…
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Buy Links
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N5SOMT0?ref_=pe_2427780_160035660
Extract from Wednesday on Thursday
… Wednesday had selected her clothes with more care than usual. She told herself she was wearing her best underwear because it gave her more confidence. It was absolutely not because she’d spent a largely sleepless night dreaming of the coffee guy’s expression as he ran his shrewd gaze over her jet black satin bra with matching knickers.
With one extra button open on her shirt, Wednesday left her flat, raking her hand restlessly through her long chestnut hair. She kept telling herself that he was just a bloke who got off on the power of making her feel sexy. That was perfectly all right by her, because he clearly had no intention of doing anything beyond titillating her imagination.
Wednesday had experienced her fair share of relationships during her twenty-nine years, but no-one had ever managed to arouse her with a single glance before.
‘For goodness sake, woman, you don’t even know his name!’ Even though she kept trying to talk sense into herself, the four hours until lunchtime couldn’t pass fast enough.
By the time her break finally arrived, Wednesday thought her heart was going to thud right through her chest with nervous tension. Walking into the café, she was more than usually aware of the sound of her heels clattering across the wooden floor.
Wednesday forced herself not to look for him, to just queue up for her latte and toasted sandwich as she always did. Even though she managed to prevent herself from obviously surveying the busy room, she covertly hunted for him nonetheless.
He wasn’t there. A sensation of disappointment gripped her. She felt stupid; humiliated even. But only briefly.
There was an envelope on her regular table.
Sitting down with her food and drink, Wednesday gaped at the cream coloured envelope. Her name was written in clear script across its front.
Wednesday took a soothing sip of her drink as she wondered if the coffee guy was hidden nearby. She had an uneasy feeling that, if he was secretly observing her, he’d be getting off on watching her reactions. Struggling to steady her erratic breathing, Wednesday was more than a little aware that her tits were doing their best to burst through their satin holster.
Exhaling slowly, she opened the envelope.
The words had an instant impact on her internal temperature gauge. Wednesday’s body began to alternate between flushing with heat and shivering with cold, as if she was getting a fever and a chill at the same time.
Dear Wednesday,
Forgive my rudeness for not having properly introduced myself before now.
My name is Lucas.
I will be blunt. I find you fascinating, and would like to make love to you. I would like to say my intentions are honourable, but they are not. They are lust-driven, and I feel it only fair you know that from the start.
If you are interested in knowing more, then please come to the address below once you have consumed your toasted sandwich. If you choose not to visit, then I will leave you in peace from this moment forward.
Whatever your decision, I would prevail upon you to keep this correspondence private.
Flat 1.
56 Chambers Way.
Regards,
L x
P.S. I apologise for the coffee incident. I trust I did not damage you. I will make the sincerity of my regret known to you should you decide to be my guest.
Wednesday didn’t finish her lunch.
Her legs had started taking her in the direction of Chambers Way without bothering to ask the rest of her if it was a good idea or not.
She knew the address.
The building, a private block of flats, was only two hundred metres from the office block where Wednesday had been employed as an administration clerk for the past two years.
Knowing she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t find out what was within Flat 1, with her pulse racing, Wednesday hovered outside a dark green front door.
A door that led to Lucas and whatever he planned to do by way of an apology.
Without allowing herself to think about what she was doing, Wednesday knocked twice…
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Happy reading,
Kay x
November 3, 2017
A Sticky Situation: a taste of erotic romance
A Sticky Situation is an erotic romance with a decidedly tasty edge…
If there is a paving stone to trip over, or a drink to knock over, then Sally Briers will trip over it or spill it. Yet somehow Sally is the successful face of marketing for a major pharmaceutical company; much to the disbelief of her new boss, Cameron James.
Forced to work together on a week-long conference in an Oxford hotel, Sally is dreading spending so much time with arrogant new boy Cameron; whose presence somehow makes her even clumsier than usual.
Cameron on the other hand, just hopes that he’ll be able to stay professional, and keep his irrational desire to lick up all the accidently split food and drink that is permanently to be found down Sally’s temptingly curvy body, all to himself.
It could be a very long week- unless Cameron can find a way of making Sally slop so much of her after show champagne, that he has no choice but to march her off and relieve her of her sodden clothing… He is sure that, if he could find a way to stop Sally resenting him taking her previous bosses job, then they could enjoy no end of sticky situations together…
After the arrival of new boy, Cameron James, to Zelcon Pharmaceuticals, Sally takes and instant dislike to him- a dislike that is tainted further with distrust when she learns that he is to be her new boss. Cameron however, has serious sexual fantasy issues about his new assistant- but he just can’t see how someone so clumsy can be as good at her job as everyone says she is…
Not only was this the first proper erotic romance I’d ever written (no whips or chains!), but A Sticky Situation was my first foray into the word of food (and indeed drink) sex- and it was terrific fun to do!
Initially inspired by me spilling a breakfast of marmalade on toast down my front in full view of an entire café full of people, I began to wonder how I could work my own regular foodie clumsiness into a sexy love story, and which foods I could play with!
I toyed with the idea of a variety of fruit juices running over naked bodies; ice cream deserts being smeared into interesting places, and even selectively dotted spots of marmite- however, on this occasion, these foodstuffs didn’t make the grade! Avoiding my usual BDSM moments in the interests of a softer romance, I nonetheless stayed faithful to my kinky story style with the help of champagne, ice, and even a vast helping of Chinese noodles…
…Resting Sally’s juddering frame against the bed, Cameron’s eyes fell on the carton of noodles. Taking up a single strand of the cold sticky string, he held it between finger and thumb, bringing the end against Sally’s hypersensitive nipples. It was high time he lived out one of the fantasies she had inspired…
Her eyes flew open as the tacky pasta began to circle her right tit, reminding Sally of the snake hidden away on his backside. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as she watched, mesmerised, as the elongated noodle began to hide her boob.
Picking up another noodle with quiet reverence, Cameron said, ‘I was going to tell you about my fantasy…’
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If you’d like to read about Sally and Cameron’s adventures, then you can buy A Sticky Situation from all good book and e-retailers, including-
http://www.amazon.com/Sticky…/dp/B00L4N4JZE/ref=sr_1_13…
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Happy reading,
Kay xx
October 31, 2017
Happy Halloween: Fancy a Dark Knight?
What can I tempt you with that’s dark and sexy and perhaps a bit spooky as well? I’m not known for writing paranormal or ghostly goings on, but I have touched upon the dark side of erotica once or twice…
Here’s a tasty extract from one the tales within The Collector
The Dark Knight is set in a gloomy, damp, abandoned, castle dungeon. It is there, that Heather’s medieval submissive fantasy is about to take an unexpected turn. This extract begins immediately after Heather has received the beating she so desperately needed…
…Paul dropped the twig. ‘You’d like me to kiss you better now wouldn’t you?’
Heather nodded fervently.
‘Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but that’s not going to happen.’ He beckoned to Clare to approach him.
She moved quickly to his side, letting her cloak fall to the floor, revealing her tall slim darkly tanned body. With no hesitation Paul leant forward and began to suckle and lick Clare’s right nipple.
Heather’s mouth, dry and sticky, clenched around the cloth, her eyes were bright with tears of desperation. That was her attention, that was what she needed, it was hers by right.
Paul looked up at Heather, ‘You look a mess!’ Then he turned to Clare’s left breast, licking and nibbling at her nipple until she began to sway and rock against him.
Heather could only watch as her Master stared back at her. ‘Everything you crave I shall give to Clare.’ Paul kept his eyes on Heather for a split second longer, and then turned back to Clare, kissing her deeply, running his tongue around her mouth, and wrapping her inside his cloak to provide her chilled flesh some warmth. Then he turned Clare round and, pushing her to the floor, climbed on top of her so he could thrust his stiff cock into her wet opening in full view of his prisoner.
Hot jealously whipped through Heather. She no longer cared if he punished her further. After all, what else could he do? She closed her eyes, but that alone was not enough to block out what was happening before her as Clare began to mewl gently and Paul’s grunts of satisfaction filled the room.
She’d wanted humiliation, we’ll she’d got it. Heather opened her eyes again, facing the fact that her fantasy had got away from her. Yet, in that moment of realisation, she felt an erotic thrill shoot through her like no other. This was something even darker than her dreams, something vicious, something… better…
If you’d like to read the rest of this- possibly my darkest ever short story- you can find it in The Collector at-
http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01EVVGYB2?ref_=pe_2427780_160035660
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01EVVGYB2?ref_=pe_2427780_160035660
Happy reading everyone!
Kay xxx
October 20, 2017
Mrs Peters has redecorated: The Fifth Floor
I am extremely excited to be able to reveal the brand new covers for my BDSM erotic suspense/romance series, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy.
After five years, I decided it was time to give my award winning series a face lift, a re-edit, and add back in a few scenes that were previously considered too hot to handle and so never made it to the publication stage…
As you may recall, book one of the trilogy used to be called The Perfect Submissive. However, I never did like that title for novel one – so now it has a new title – The Fifth Floor.
So, what does the cover look like now…
The Fifth Floor will be available, chapter by chapter, on the Radish app from today until 25th November – and then in December, you’ll be able to buy it in e-book and paperback form.
If you haven’t encountered The Perfect Submissive Trilogy before, here’s the blurb-
Hidden behind the respectable façade of the Fables Hotel in Oxfordshire, five specially-adapted rooms await visitors to the fifth floor. Here, Mrs Peters is mistress of an adult entertainment facility pandering to the kinky requirements of its guests. When she meets Jess Sanders, she recognises the young woman’s potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education.
Under the tutelage of dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with an erotically-demanding training schedule and a truly sexy exercise regime. But will she come to terms with her new career?
Meanwhile, Mrs Peters is temporarily distracted from her intimidating rule over the fifth floor by artist, Sam Wheeler – who she believes can help her in her mission to transform Jess into the perfect submissive…
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I’m really excited about re-releasing my novels to a new generation of readers, while hopefully making some of my faithful readers smile along the way!
Fancy seeing the covers for the rest of the trilogy?
Here you go! I love them!
If you can’t wait until The Fifth Floor is out in e-book or paperback form, then why not upload the Radish app to you PC or phone, and start reading today!
Happy reading,
Kay xx
October 18, 2017
Guest post by Sarah Dahl: What is “sensual” – as opposed to just “hot”?
I’m delighted to welcome Sarah Dahl to my place today. Why not settle down for a touch of Viking action, and a great blog.
Sarah Dahl writes sensual Viking romance short stories as the “Tales of Freya”. So far, she has published three: “The Current – A Battle of Seduction”, “The Awakening – Embrace beyond Passion”, and “Monk – Captured by Temptation”, of which you can read an excerpt here:
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“Alistair tears his gaze away from his mistress’s parted lips. Oh God, have mercy; what kind of test is this …. He frantically tries to remember the words that kept his mind occupied during the previous nights, the words that saved him from touching himself at the sound of the couple’s love-making. But now, with her slender fingers on the fabric of his cowl — How can such a sensation, a mere bodily feeling, so easily steer his mind away from his vows, his beliefs, his promises? Was he ever even honest with himself, ever really convinced of his chosen way of life?
He jerks backwards to escape Runa’s touch. The racing of the pulse in his throat scares him.
Runa exchanges a smile with her husband, then her hands find their way underneath Alistair’s cowl.
Alistair freezes, his eyes drowning in hers as skin meets skin for the first time. He winces, but can’t move. The gently crackling fire in the hall sends just enough light through the rough wicker wall to read their faces, see motions and emotions, without laying it all bare like the cruel sun.
Maybe He is looking the other way just now …. Alistair swallows hard against the dryness of his mouth. He couldn’t find a verse strong enough to weaken the power of his mistress’s hands on him. Under his cowl, her hands move up, across his stomach, and to his chest, soft and gentle, inoffensive, exploring him.
His skin tingles where her fingers trail. Little, shy waves of pleasure spread across his torso and settle in his lap. He wants to weep at the intimacy her caress offers. With a mere touch, she sets his small, solitary world on fire.
His sight blackens, his mind empties, and he breaks into a very pagan sweat.”
What is “sensual” – as opposed to just “hot”?
By definition, sensual means enjoyable, pleasing, fulfilling to the senses (mostly with a sexual onnotation). And hey, we’re talking about steamy romance some might describe as erotica, BUT I strongly disagree: My writing colleague and a master of the genre, J.D. Lexx, described my craft as “intricate plots that just happen to be sensual”. The erotic undertones or actions aren’t just a means to an end. They are embedded in plots with depth and character development, authentic setting- and period-descriptions. The sexual tension unfolds slowly. There is real longing, a deep yearning for the other person, I show the multi-layered emotions and conflicts the protagonists have to go through. I don’t follow the usual rules of neither romance nor erotica.
Maybe that’s because I’m German. My definition of sensual includes: vulnerability. A letting down of defences. My protagonists let their love- (and sex-) interest “in”, they open up and reveal their weaknesses. Which is particularly attractive when a Viking does it; the typical image of a strong, invincible warrior, who suddenly faces the vulnerability that comes with deep longing for “the one”. I make use of that contradiction, this tension, in my stories. All the Tales of Freya feature a strong warrior (or shield maiden!) who through their deep desire and love for someone become vulnerable and vincible. But in the course of my tales, they also become even stronger through their emotions and the will to risk something for their fulfilment. Because their life receives an – unforeseen – direction, a meaning, and a clear destination. Their lives change from a simple fighting life (like in “The Current”, the first Tale), or no fighting life and meaninglessness (like in “The Awakening”) to something more. Warriors who are fearless in the shieldwall suddenly learn what real fear is – for their world view, or for someone they love (I explore this in the upcoming “Bonds”, which ties into the first story “Current”). Their desire reveals their true depths, the new meaning they want in their lives, and what they have to overcome (especially prominent in this latest story “Monk”. Here the sexual act transforms our protagonist in several ways and makes him question his entire choice of life).
This is very emotional and requires that I do my protagonists justice. I don’t want just to use the pretty warrior bodies for the readers’ pleasure. I reveal the people behind the armour. I want to drag readers into their world and minds. They aren’t cardboard warriors, they are characters with flaws and dreams – and fear. I want readers to feel for them, root for them, enjoy with them when their dream comes true and changes their life. So my writing has to be exceptionally intimate, not just hot. It has to be “sensual” in the German sense. The sensuality and sexual tension has to have a deep meaning and stakes to be high, to unfold in an emotionally impactful way. Which then hopefully impacts the reader more, too. “My sex” isn’t just a carnal act. It’s about fulfilment, about real emotions, and questioning your chosen path. My people risk something to gain something they really truly desire for the longer term. They become stronger through it. They change. “Hotness” alone, or what we’d call “just sex” doesn’t change the protagonists. Real emotions do. When something inside them shifts and something grows that takes over, that alters their goals and dreams. This is what happens in my historical fiction which just happens to be sexy: real stakes, real change.
So in my Tales of Freya, the sexual tension and desire I introduce are a means to dive deep into the character’s cores, and fast. I have to make their emotions unfold in record time – unlike in a novel, my story and character arcs are much, much shorter. But I want to achieve a lot in that short space: character development, rising stakes, risk, and a life-changing outcome: In “Monk – Captured by Temptation” the sensual act shatters the world views of both my monk and his Viking captors, and after their daring encounter they come out as changed people with new outlooks on life. I hope you enjoy watching the drama – and sexiness 
October 16, 2017
Trying something new: Grabbing a Radish…
After years of concentrating on both traditional and self publishing, I have recently taken on a different publishing medium. I’ve started to place my work on the reading app platform- Radish.
I have to confess that until recently I believed a radish to be a small, peppery, salad item that I love to eat- but can’t, because they most certainly do not love me back.
These days when I talk about Radish I am referring to the app that you can install onto your phone or computer, from which you can download reading matter.
Each book on Radish can be downloaded on an episode-by-episode or chapter-by-chapter level. Sometimes the stories are free, sometimes they take a few ‘coins’ to unlock. These coins are purchased in the same way you’d buy coins to play games such as Candy Crush.
In other words- the app is simple and easy to use- and it is full of great fiction which you can take with you anywhere.
I am very grateful to fellow author Emmanuelle de Maupassant for recommending that I apply to be a Radish author.
I still can’t believe they accepted me!
So far you can read 6 episodes from my short story collection, A Kink a Day- Book One, on Radish. Once the whole book has been released, I shall start adding on A Kink a Day Book Two and Three. In the meantime- keep your eyes open, because I’m going to adding the first novel in the updated and new look The Perfect Submissive Trilogy- The Fifth Floor, to Radish in the near future.
Once each book has been through Radish, I will release them as e-books and (in some cases) as paperbacks….It’s all so exciting!!
If you want to read my stories- and lots of other stories as well- then you can find Radish here.
Happy reading,
Kay xx
October 10, 2017
A Kink a Day: Cover Release and Download Alert
Drum roll please….
I am delighted to be able to announce that the updating and re-editing of much of my Kay work is moving at great a pace. So much so that today I can reveal my three newest book covers…
I LOVE THEM!!!
A Kink a Day is a new series of anthologies designed to provide you with one short hit of kink every evening- a little relief after a hard day at the office- with an extra nibble of sexy story-age at the weekend…
Some of the stories have been released before in my (no longer available) Quick Kink one and two collections. Others are brand new.
A Kink a Day is re-edited, revamped, and will (hopefully) keep you in short erotic stories of all types, styles and strengths for ages and ages!
At the moment, A Kink a Day- Book One is being released, story by story, on the Radish platform. This app is available on your phone, and you can pay (via coins similar to those you’d use in Candy Crush etc.) , to read one story at a time. I have just released the first tale- A Leading Conversation- and I will be adding the others very soon indeed.
Once the entire book has been through Radish, I intend to make it available on Kindle…watch this space. I have SO many plans….
Not only am I updating all my short stories, but also my novels. I can’t wait to show you my new Perfect Submissive Trilogy covers!
Happy reading (and downloading)
Kay xx
October 8, 2017
The Challenge – A Hot New Reverse Harem Series By Lily Harlem
I’m delighted to have the wonderful Lily Harlem popping by today with a sneak peek from her brand new series…
The Challenge – A Hot New Reverse Harem Series
What’s reverse harem? Basically it’s having your cake and eating it, one girl, however many hot guys she can handle, no jealousy. Think of it as a tasty little nibble here and there, a few big delicious bites when the mood arises and a whole lot of flirty, steamy fun.
So, with that cleared up here’s a little about erotic romance series THE CHALLENGE by Lily Harlem. It’s a new on-going contemporary reverse harem best-read-in-order series that sizzles from the page. The first book CASTAWAYS is available for pre-order at just 99c and will release on 15th October (grab your copy now while it’s cheap!), and book two TEARAWAYS is also available for pre-order, release date 26th October.
*Please note, the entire series will be available on Kindle Unlimited*
Back Cover Information for CASTAWAYS.
Olivia Bailey is up for The Challenge. Why the heck wouldn’t she be? With mariner qualifications piled high, engineering experience to rival someone twice her age, she’s ready to take on the mighty Pacific Ocean and win. But what about her fellow crew? Five guys, four nationalities. A billionaire’s heir who likes to take charge in every aspect of life, an outback expert with a heart-stopping smile, a Spanish chef with mouthwatering moves and sexy twins who reveal themselves slowly, until it matters, then they act fast. An adventure was what Olivia wanted, it’s certainly what she gets. Because things at sea happen in a heartbeat, friendships grow, tempers heat and desire flares. But what about when it all upends? When the unexpected happens? Will they pull together, or will fear drag the crew of The Temptress apart?
PRE-ORDER NOW – http://myBook.to/Castaways
Back Cover Information for TEARAWAYS
Having survived The Challenge, Olivia is now hitting the road with her five sexy men. Seeing them all dressed in tight leathers, with big, growling Harleys between their legs, is enough to have her pulse racing and her mouth watering. So naturally, before long bonds strengthen, love blooms and they’re all enjoying the ride of their lives.
But with little more than bikes and the clothes on their backs, how will they survive a long, arduous journey? Having a billionaire’s heir in their midst is no help when Dante Vidal is insisting on them being cashless and having to work for their supper.
Amongst all of that, Olivia finds herself performing a complex juggling act. Having Alpha males sparring, sparks flying and tempers flaring needs a strong woman to take charge. Is she up for the challenge of keeping her men happy, connected and most of all satisfied? One thing is for sure, it’s a task she’s willing to throw herself into heart, body and soul.
PRE-ORDER NOW – http://myBook.to/Tearaways
Excerpt from CASTAWAYS
“How is my galley?” Raul asked, pulling on a t-shirt, then settling back in his seat.
“All tidy.”
“You are too good to me, mi niña hermosa.”
“I try.”
Mason appeared on deck. “I suggest, Captain, that we shift a degree west, it will put us in line with a tiny crop of islands. Uninhabited, but it might be nice to see land on day three.”
“Good plan.” Harry nodded and looked down at the compass. He then turned the helm a fraction. “Can’t believe we’ll be on our third day tomorrow. We’ve made good progress.”
“Yeah, I agree,” Evan said, plucking a pack of cards from the pocket of his shorts. “Who’s up for poker?”
“Si.” Raul rubbed his hands together and grinned.
“I’m game,” Mason said, sitting next to him. “What are we playing for?”
“Let’s make it strip poker.” Evan twitched his eyebrows at Olivia.
“I think not.” She laughed. “That would leave me at a definite disadvantage.”
“You call having five blokes admiring your body a disadvantage?” Evan chuckled. The sun had given his cheeks a faint pink hue and his lips were shiny, as if he’d slicked on balm.
Damn it, the guy could be an advert for healthy, outdoor living.
“Knowing you lot, you’d club together and fix it so I lost.” She narrowed her eyes at him.
“I wouldn’t.” Lucas shook his head.
It was the first time he’d spoken in front of everyone, but Olivia decided not to make a thing about that. “Okay, not Lucas, but the rest of you would.”
“I think it’s sad,” Raul said. “That you have so low opinion of us.”
“It’s not that.” She shrugged. “You’re just guys, with lots of testosterone and you like…” She glanced at her chest. “Boobs.”
“Boobs!” Evan burst out laughing. “Yeah, we like boobs.”
“What are boobs?” Raul asked.
“These.” She pointed at her breasts.
“Ah, boobs!” Raul grinned. “I learn another new English word.”
“I bet she could teach you some more.” Evan winked at her and dropped the deck of cards into his hand.
“Probably. But I won’t.”
Lucas took over the helm and Harry sat at the table, his elbows propped on it and leaning forward. “We play for who gets to take Olivia out on a date in Sydney.”
“Fine by me,” Mason said.
“But what if I don’t want to go on a date…with any of you.”
“Ah, you will.” Evan expertly shuffled the pack.
She frowned. “And what if I win? What do I get?”
“To choose who takes you out on a date.” Harry grinned. It was a cocky grin, as though he presumed it would be him she picked.
“What if I don’t want to go out with any of you?” How could she not? She looked around the table. Four guys, very different both physically and in personality, but each gorgeous, intelligent, witty and very eligible. Throw in sweet, sensitive Lucas who was also a lean, strong guy in the prime of his life and just waiting to be discovered, and most girls would be salivating at the thought of being able to take a pick. “No scrap that,” she said. “What if I can’t choose?”
“What because we’re all so hot it’s an impossible decision?” Harry asked.
“Well, I guess I’d have to go by personality, and thinking you’re hot might not be the best trait.”
“Hey.” He held up his hands. “I’m only saying what the gossip mags and my one million Twitter followers tell me.”
“One million Twitter followers?” Mason said. “Jeez, you really got that much to say?”
“No.” Harry shrugged and picked up his deal of cards. “But what can I do? They follow me, I don’t follow them.”
“I bet you get loads of girls desperate for you to notice them,” Olivia said. “All hoping to bag themselves a billionaire.”
“For the record, I’m not a billionaire, my father is.”
“And you’ll inherit it some day,” Mason pointed out.
“Some of it. I’ve got a sister remember. It’ll get halved.”
“But still be in the billions?” Evan said.
“I guess.” Harry looked away, a slight crease between his eyebrows.
For the first time Olivia wondered if he’d like to have grown up in a normal family, with a normal childhood. His must have been one of privilege and indulgence. How had that molded him into the man he was today? Did he regret not blending in with the crowd, or did it suit him to harness attention wherever he went?
She made a sudden decision to never treat him differently from the other crew, okay he was the captain, but other than that, he was just a guy whose father happened to be stinking rich.
And damn it, he was cute with it.
“Everyone know the rules?” Evan asked, turning his hand over.
“Aye,” Mason nodded.
“Si. Very well.” Raul grinned as he looked at his cards.
Olivia looked at hers. Not great, but it would be a start.
They played for an hour and a half. There was much laughter, quite a few insults and possibly some cheating on Raul’s behalf.
Mason took a turn at the helm so Lucas could join in and he won his hand quickly.
“Last game,” Harry said. “It’s getting late.” He glanced at his watch.
“Ah, but I want to play all night,” Raul said. “I love to play poker. Better with rum but this is what it is.”
“Nah, last one.” Harry shrugged.
Olivia pulled her fleece up around her neck. It was getting chilly, she’d be glad to get to bed.
Her last deal of the pack was a great one, and within a minute she’d won.
“Bravo,” Mason said.
“Are you sure you’re not a hustler?” Evan asked.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” She grinned.
“You must have a prize,” Raul said.
“Okay.” She paused. “Kind as it is of you all to offer yourselves up for dates in Sydney, what I’d really like is…”
All five men looked at her. Lucas seemed to have held his breath, and Evan tugged on his bottom lip as if a whole bunch of wicked thoughts were going through his mind. Harry raised his eyebrows and Mason leaned closer.
“Tell us,” Raul said. “Anything we have, it is yours.”
“Did I see some hot chocolate in the galley?” she asked.
“Si.” Raul nodded.
“That’s what I’d like as my prize. Then to bed….alone.”
All five men seemed to sag a little as they sat back. Lucas returned his attention to the helm.
“I will do it for you. I will get your prize.” Raul stood.
“Thank you.” She passed her cards to Evan who was stacking the pack together again.
Had any of the guys really thought she’d pick one of them as her prize? Was it so obvious she fancied them all?
Oh God.
I do. I really do.
And I’d never be able to choose between them…
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About Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award winning, bestselling author of sexy romance. After giving up a busy career in nursing she now spends her time enjoying her army of rescued pets and penning steamy stories. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including, HarperCollins, Evernight, and Stormy Night Publications. She also self-publishes novels that range from emotionally charged erotic romance, to steamy ménage a trois.
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This series looks incredible!!
Thanks Lily!
Happy reading everyone,
Kay xx
September 27, 2017
Reclaiming Wednesday
It’s Wednesday- and for the first time in way too long, I have had a Kay day- a real Wicked Wednesday!
For the past year I’ve had to give the other ‘mes’ priority as -frankly- I sell more books as Jenny Kane and Jennifer Ash, than I do as Kay. However, after receiving all the rights back to my erotica novels- not to mention nearly all my anthologies- I have decided it’s time to make Wednesday’s Kay days again.
I am in the process of revamping, reediting, and generally improving, all of my erotica- one book at a time. As you can imagine, after being in the business for so long, that leaves a hell of a lot of books demanding my attention- and I will be tackling them one at a time!
I am starting with my anthologies and one of my novels…I will reveal which very soon.
The anthologies will all be available on Radish first (an online download app for Android)- and then on Amazon etc in Kindle format. The novels will be Kindle etc first, and then paperback if demand is high enough…
I have to say, it has been tremendous fun going back over my old work, picking new covers, rewriting blurbs- groaning at past missed editing errors- and laughing at how times have changed! It seems funny now to read about a man who delivers videos door to door- 13 years ago the mobile video rental van was part of life!
I’d better go and get on with the re-edits. Don’t forget lots of my books are still available to buy- just check out the book lists at the top of this blog page.
Happy reading,
Kay x
September 11, 2017
All Change: Important Announcment
Hello lovely readers.
Well- here I am on my 13th anniversary of being Kay Jaybee, and rather than announcing the arrival of a new book, I’m announcing the temporary withdrawal of a number of books instead.
It’s no secret that the erotica market has crumbled in the face of the rise of erotic romance, and a great many publishers have fallen by the wayside. Others have simply decided to stop selling erotica, while more still have given their authors the option of retrieving their rights.
A combination of these factors have all happened to me over the last year,and as a result I no longer have any erotica novels, and only a few solos anthologies, available to buy.
I should stress this is a temporary situation – I will be re-editing and either self publishing, or applying to new publishers (should any still exist), to get The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, Making Him Wait and The Voyeur back on the market.
In the meantime, my novellas, such as Wednesday on Thursday, Not Her Type, and The Collector, are still out there- as are my many many short stories.
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Thank you for your patience lovely folk.
Hugs
Kay xx
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