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September 13, 2015
Eleven Years in Erotica…
I’m fairly sure that this time last year I said something like, ‘How can I possibly have been working in the world of erotica writing for ten years?’ And now, here I am, twelve months later, and I’m still here!
Eleven years! I can’t begin to imagine how many ultra erotic scenarios I’ve dreamt up over all that time, but I do know there have been over 140 stories, long and short, which have escaped from my relentless imagination!
It’s been quite a year for me, with my win at the ETO Awards and an honouree mention by the National Leather Association for excellence in BDSM writing. (For Knowing Her Place– 3rd part of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy)
There have been so many changes since I first dipped a toe (or biro) into the world of naughty words. Obviously, the two biggest impacts have happened relatively recently- self publication (KDP from Amazon), and its subsequent flooding of the market with poor quality fiction, and the publication of Fifty Shades of Grey.
Another change- one that is particularly sad to me- is the lack of opportunities to submit short stories to anthologies. By short stories I mean stories that are 2000-5000 words- not stories that are 10,000-15,000 words long. Cleis Press proudly continue the short story submission, but few others within erotica still do. Why is this a problem? Because writing short stories- precise short stories that don’t allow for waffle or excess narrative- is an important skill, and a vital tool in becoming a better writer. Writing such tales can help you develop a voice of your own. Heaven knows it is all too easy to copy someone else’s voice, but we already have a Sylvia Day – we don’t need any more people copying her formula thank you very much!
In the last couple of months however I have noticed (and I hope this isn’t simply wishful thinking), that standards are- at last- beginning to rise again within erotica writing. New voices are coming through- and they can actually write. I kid you not! It would be unfair to name names- but they are out there, just a few so far, but they are snapping at my heels…. and I couldn’t be more delighted.
Erotica isn’t through the woods yet. Publishing as an industry remains a mess, and all I said about erotica in my blog about winning the ETO award is still the case. And of course, while James embarks upon a mission to rewrite her trilogy in different ways, and the copycat fiction continues, we have serious ground to cover if we are ever going to be taken seriously as a genre…but I can at least see, if I squint, light beginning to peep through the end of the tunnel as good new writers battle through the fog of crap.
There has been one other major change in the last two years – and that is with my own writing life. In the early years I knocked out the erotica with an abandon that – looking back- was frighteningly fast. Since the end of 2013 however things have changed, for I am not just Kay any more. As many of you will know, I am also Jenny Kane– and Jenny sells books- because mainstream romance is easy to market. So, as the reality of getting my children through higher education bites, I have been spending the majority of my time writing romances with terrifying speed, and not tales of BDSM and physical pleasure.
I am still here though- waving the Kay flag, proudly being a Brit Babe, writing as many short stories as I can, and plotting and planning for a time when I can get the next naughty novel underway- it will happen- but patience will be required!
At the moment I am busily writing a new kinky Christmas story…more about that in November…and in October I will be teaching a writing workshop at Smut Manchester on how to sex up the supermarket!! Tickets for that are available now if you fancy it!! Here’s the link- http://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/smut-manchester-2015-sponsored-by-amazingocouk-tickets-16087184201
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And so- here I am- typing this blog in my corner of the café where I have spent the last 3 of my 11 years in erotica, cooking up my storylines. Why not join me in raising a cuppa to erotica? Here’s to hope for the future of the genre- to the Brit Babes- to Eroticon-to Smut UK- to Sexpo- to Sexihibtion- to the ETO- and to all the erotica bloggers, writers, and readers out there- and to another year of sexy thinking!!
Happy reading,
Kay xxx
September 10, 2015
KJB’s Tip Time: Ribbons
Sometimes very simple items can be put to a far more interesting use; take ribbon for example.
This weekend why not explore some of the ways in which a strip silky satin material can enhance your sex life.
Tickle the very end of a length of ribbon against the skin, the nipples, the balls, and send shivers of longing down your lover’s spine.
One end of a longer length of ribbon could be carefully tied around the penis, with the remainder falling away like a lead. Differing amounts of pressure can be applied to the cock by tugging lightly on the lead, tightening and loosening the knotted ribbon, leaving your man in no doubt as to who is in control.
If you have an entire spool of ribbon you can really go to town, from the gentle teasing of the flesh, to minor bondage, to the complete mummification of your lover’s chest…use your imagination and enjoy!
Enjoy your weekend.
Kay x
(PS- Have fun- but remember to stay safe. Be aware of allergies, personal limits, and your health at all times. I want you to have a fun weekend, not a trip to A&E. xx)
September 9, 2015
Guest Post from Rebecca Black: A Taste for Three
I’m pleased to be able to welcome Rebecca Black to me site today to talk about her brand new release!
Over to you Rebecca…
Thanks so much for hosting me today and letting me give my new book A Taste For Three a big shout out. I love a good ménage story, so when I decided to write a book it was always going to involve three people. I think this story has all the ingredients for a spicy ménage: two sexy chefs, and a restaurateur, all bringing their special talents to the mix!
I aim to write erotic romance with plenty of heart as well as plenty of hot sex. Here’s a little taste just for you…
Blurb:
What’s worse than wanting a man she can’t have? Wanting his best friend as well, that’s what. Double the torture, double the sexual frustration, and double the pain in her heart when she desires everything she can’t have.
Chef Ellie Masters has a problem. Not only is she in love with two gorgeous men, but they both just happen to be her bosses. She’s holding back for all the right reasons, but is there a way for them to be together or will their powerful sexual attraction tear them apart?
In the sensual world of their French restaurant, Jack Quinn and Nate Johnson must find a way to level the playing field if they want more than just sumptuous food from their talented chef. Going to work has never been so sexy. A Taste for Three will leave you savouring this delicious menage and wanting more.
Excerpt:
Her gaze moved from one to the other with an expectant look on her face. Her eyes rested on Jack when he leaned forward to rest his arms on the table. His beer was between his big hands and she watched his fingers trace the drops of condensation as they raced down the bottle.
“Us.” Jack’s hazel eyes locked with hers.
She swallowed. Hard. “Us? What do you mean?”
“The three of us. There’s more going on between us than just work.” His words held a note of conviction.
Oh God! He said three. He definitely said three. They couldn’t possibly know that she wanted both of them, could they? How the hell had she given that away? She thought she’d been so professional with them.
“Stop panicking, Ellie. Nothing we say or do from now on will affect our plans for the restaurants.” Nate’s calming words helped to some extent, but she still hadn’t taken her eyes off Jack. He was watching her like he expected her to run at any moment. He looked like he’d enjoy chasing her down and catching her too.
“I don’t understand…”
“We want you, Ellie. We need to know if you feel the same way.” Jack stated.
“We? What does that mean? I…both of you? But…”
“Yes. We want you. We need to know if you feel the same. Would you be prepared to be with us both?”
How was she supposed to respond to that? Nothing in her limited experience with men had prepared her for this conversation. She couldn’t see how anything good—well, apart from the sex—was going to come from this. How were they supposed to juggle working together, fucking, and being in a threesome? She wanted to though, so badly. Oh God, just the thought of having both of them.
But she just couldn’t risk it. What would happen when it was over? How could they possibly remain friends and work together? She’d be completely alone again if she had to leave. Her brain felt like it was in danger of a full meltdown. The temptation to run was strong and before she knew what she was doing, she’d jumped up. Her chair fell back. A distant part of her brain knew this wasn’t the most dignified way to handle this, but her fight or flight response was definitely urging her to get the hell out of there and not make a massive mistake.
She vaguely registered Nate’s shocked expression turning into a fleeting look of distress, but she didn’t get far before a steely arm grabbed her around her waist, yanking her off her feet. She was fairly sure she let out a little squeal as she landed on Jack’s lap.
“What the hell, Ellie?”
“Jack, calm down. She’s obviously freaked out.”
“I get that, but when did running away solve anything? We’re all adults here. If she doesn’t want this, all she has to do is say no.”
“We’ve gone about this all wrong, come on too strong. She’s scared. God, Ellie, we never wanted that. We just want to be with you. That’s all we’ve ever wanted.”
Jack’s arm held her firmly around her middle while his other hand rested on her hip.
Her heart was still trying to beat its way out of her chest, but she couldn’t ignore the heat emanating from his body. The hand on her hip kept gently, rhythmically flexing and releasing. She started to relax as she quietly listened to their words. She could hear the anxiety in both their voices and felt a rush of guilt at how she’d reacted. She was such a naive idiot—but she’d beat herself up for that later. Right now, she needed to make things right with the two most important men in her life.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have tried to run off like that.”
“Jesus, don’t apologize, Ellie.” Nate reached across the table to take her hand. “It’s ok that you don’t want this. We’ll carry on and forget we ever mentioned it. Nothing needs to change—”
“I want it,” she whispered.
Purchase Links:
Evernight Publishing http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-...
Amazon myBook.to/ATasteForThree (This is the universal link)
All Romance https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-atasteforthree-1876639-149.html
Book Strand http://www.bookstrand.com/a-taste-for-three-mfm
Author Bio:
Rebecca Black is a Yorkshire girl born and bred. She is first and foremost a voracious reader and an author of erotica and erotic romance. She believes that the hottest sex scenes are the ones where emotions are involved (plus lots of dirty talk, lots of spanking, licking and sucking and well… you get the idea). She is the author of A Taste For Three (m/m/f) from Evernight and has several short stories due to be released in erotic anthologies and another book due out with Evernight in September ’15 Let’s Ride (f/f). Rebecca blogs regularly at Rebecca Black Erotica (http://rebeccablackerotica.com/) and is a contributor to the fantastic Cliterati (http://www.cliterati.co.uk/) magazine.
Find her at:
Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008596128363)
Twitter (https://twitter.com/Northerngirl76?lang=en-gb)
Tumblr (http://rebeccablackwords.tumblr.com/)
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Many thanks to Rebecca for visiting today- and good luck with your first release!
Happy reading
Kay x
September 8, 2015
Release Blitz from Lucy Felthouse: Sated
Out Now! – Sated by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #erotica #menage #paranormal
Blurb:
A human, a vampire and a werewolf walked into a bar. Sexy is what happens next.
Since getting together with her vampire boyfriend, Ace, Aneesa is enjoying a sex life she could never have with a human. Ace has skill, strength, stamina…and is massively adventurous. Aneesa is checking things off her sexual bucket list at a rate of knots. However, she hasn’t even come close to experiencing the ultimate item on her list. So when Ace beats her to it, proposing a threesome with his werewolf friend, Barton, Aneesa’s definitely up for it.
Barton is attractive, smart and sexy—almost too good to be true, in fact. Aneesa decides not to jump straight into things, but makes sure it’s what she truly wants. However, it turns out Barton’s not so easily dissuaded.
Will Aneesa get the ultimate erotic experience she’s desired for so long? Will she be truly sated, or is the plan doomed to failure?
Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sated/
Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25950736-sated
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Excerpt:
A human, a vampire and a werewolf walked into a bar. Sounds like the start of a bad joke. I can assure you it isn’t. And telling you that, actually, the human and the vampire walked into the bar together, and found the werewolf already there, probably doesn’t make it sound any better. Well tough, because that’s the way it went down.
Ace and I met at a Halloween fancy dress party. I know, I know—cliché of clichés. And yes, he was dressed as a vampire—Albeit a horrendously exaggerated one—all slicked-back hair, über pale skin and visible fangs. In real life, he actually looks no different to you or I. Okay, he is a bit pale. But at the time, I’d laughed at him and asked if he thought vampires weren’t a bit overdone—it was when Twilight was at the height of its popularity—all angsty teens and stalkerish behaviour.
He’d laughed right back, a joyous, melodious sound that had heat pooling in my groin—then as suddenly as it had arrived, his mirth disappeared. Then he’d said, “Overdone or not, we’re here to stay. And I don’t fucking sparkle.”
My heart had been pounding, and my mouth had gone dry. Somehow, I’d known he wasn’t joking. And, although my conscious brain had shut down, my subconscious had had my back, because I’d heard myself say, “Well, thank fuck for that, because I’ve never been a fan of glitter.”
He’d laughed again, the sound tugging at my very core. And—apologies for yet another cliché—we’ve been together ever since.
Several years later and we’re still as madly in love as ever, and still fucking like rabbits. Sex with a vampire is everything you’d expect it to be—energetic, powerful, finessed, mind-blowing and packed with stamina. Providing you can keep up, that is.
In addition to our unquenchable lust for each other, Ace and I have engaged in bondage, sex toys, spanking, anal, pegging—almost an A to Z of things to do in bed. Some we’ve tried and discarded, others have been a regular part of our sexual repertoire.
And yet, our latest adventure was the most exciting yet. You see, after mine and Ace’s initial meeting, I was given an almighty education in everything it meant to be a vampire. Myths were dispelled, other beliefs were confirmed—he definitely didn’t sparkle—and yet more things I’d never even thought of were seared into my brain.
So when Ace announced he had a friend who was a werewolf, I didn’t even bat an eyelid. It was the follow up information that surprised me.
“He wants to what?” The tone of my voice by the end of the sentence was so high that probably only dogs could hear me. And yet it was genuine surprise, rather than disapproval, that fuelled my reaction.
Raising his eyebrows, Ace gave me that sexy smirk that always gets my blood pounding through my veins and my pussy aching to be filled. “You heard me, Aneesa. My friend Barton would like to screw you. With me present, of course, and actively taking part.”
“A th-threesome?” I stumbled over the word—not because I was horrified. Quite the opposite, in fact. Being fucked by two hot guys at once had long been on my sexual bucket list—a list that, since meeting Ace, had had items checked off it at a rate of knots. I was going to have to start thinking of some more shit to put on it. I was way too young to have completed my bucket list—sexual or not—for Christ’s sake!
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Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
September 6, 2015
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters Day 14: Kay Jaybee
I don’t know about you, but for this past fortnight has just flown by! I hope you aren’t too full of tasty treats to miss out on my last offering of the series.
Today I’m sharing a complete story with you from my very first solo book, The Collector. A collection of 21 stories, each very different, it was designed to be a menu for those who wanted to sample new elements of the erotica genre. Enjoy!
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.
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Here’s an extract from The Collector to whet your appetite…
Chapter Fifteen
Some years ago, when I was still respectable, I went to university. Whilst I was there, I made the best friends I’ve ever had, one of whom is still heavily embroiled in student life. Over the past ten years Jack has worked his way from one degree to another, determined to put off entering the “real world” for as long as possible.
Recently we had one of our regular coffee trips together, to catch up on all the gossip. One look at Jack, a broad smile plastered across his face, his deep blue eyes twinkling as he sipped his coffee, and I knew he had a story to tell. Being one of my greatest supporters, he was more than willing to help me note down his adventure.
Crushed
The general din from the concert behind me had reached such a level of confusion that hand signals were now the only possible means of communication. As I slowly inched closer to the bar I began to wonder how on earth I’d get our drinks back through the heaving mass of people.
Thankful that I wasn’t claustrophobic, I slowly shuffled along with the crowd. I could still move my arms but, otherwise I was almost totally immobilised. For some unseen reason we had all come to a complete full stop. Being above average height gave me the advantage of spotting potential “sliding into gaps” opportunities, but eventually I had to accept that I was going nowhere fast, and was destined to remain thirsty for sometime.
I looked around at my temporary colleagues. Apart from hair colour, and a stab at gender, I couldn’t really tell you much about the people who were standing so close to me that we knew what the sides of each others legs felt like.
My mind started to wander. A thirty or so deep crowd of people, all piling in one direction – what were they all thinking? How many pockets had been picked? How many people were accidentally on purpose feeling up the person in front of them?
I began to imagine how I’d react if a strange pair of hands started to stroke my arse as I stood there, unable to move, my protests going unheard. My hands began to itch as I turned my attention to the person directly in front of me. Female, above average height, red hair in tidy bunches, short skirt; older than eighteen I guessed, perhaps younger than twenty five.
I was so close to her that as I looked down I had an excellent view of the top of her head. My crotch was already lightly rubbing against her flimsy skirted rear, and the urge to put my hands over her shoulders and slide them down onto her breasts (which my imagination had decided would be both full and firm), was overwhelming.
I still can’t believe I did it. What if she’d screamed? I’d have been arrested for sure, if anyone should have had heard her.
I would like to be able to say I’d been tentative and gentle; testing the water. But I was straight on, squeezing her tits hard (which were actually small, but beautifully tight). I felt her body stiffen as her attempts to instantly turn around were inhibited by the general crush. I tensed, expecting a slap across my kneading digits. It didn’t come. Instead her body shuffled within its confined space, her own hands slipping behind her and flipping up her short skirt to reveal a pair of neat pale buttocks encased in creamy lace knickers, which she pushed against my hard confined dick.
I must confess to a moments panic then. What if we were spotted? Her intentions were obviously as impure as my own. I took a deep breath to calm myself; there was no way any extra pushing could be viewed as odd. For all I knew the entire crowd could have been at it. The only person who may have been more suspicious than the rest was the guy behind me. As I pulled back slightly from this amazing girl, I could feel his cock was also hard. Or was I simply imagining it?
Wriggling one hand down between her arse and my denims,’ I undid my flies and freed my cock. She must have known what I was doing as she instantly pressed back harder, standing on her toes to feel my length better against her buttocks.
I eased the delicate lace knickers to one side and rubbed myself against her rounded flesh. Her hands snaked around behind her and she grabbed my tip with expert fingers. I tried to suppress a groan, but failed, and anxiously looked around at the still oblivious crowd, as her fingers grasped the end of my shaft.
I have no idea how I kept such an impassive expression on my face. A total stranger was wanking me against her bum, and my head was full of the picture we must be creating. What’s more, each time she forced me back fractionally I brushed against the anonymous guy behind me. I swear he was getting harder all the time and I longed to be able to include him in our secret sex.
I guess I became reckless then, because as she smoothed my dick I began to push back harder. All the time I was waiting to be found out, waiting for a cry of protest. None came.
Grateful of her perfect height, I slipped a hand down as far as I could, feeling between her legs, fingering her slippery wetness. Perhaps she was wearing high heels, I couldn’t tell.
I knew I couldn’t hang on much longer. Sandwiched between this horny girl and a hard man, I thought I’d explode with the thought of the situation alone. Knocking her hand away, I notched my shaft against her and pushed into her dampness. Biting my tongue to conceal the noise rising in my throat, I eased into her; each time making sure the guy behind knew exactly what was happening. I longed for him to put a hand around me, to feel for himself how well my cock fitted inside this willing woman. He didn’t, but the idea of it was the final straw in this delicious situation, and I quickly filled her with my come.
As I pulled out (not easy in the limited space), I could just see the first trickle of my liquid as it began to run down her legs, before she daintily pulled her knickers back into place and recovered herself with the little green skirt.
The crowd had hardly moved. I don’t suppose the whole thing had taken more than five minutes, but it sure made waiting for that pint a whole lot more interesting.
I hadn’t really thought about the people to the side of us; I am still not sure whether they knew what had happened or not; if they did, no one said anything.
When I finally did reach the bar, the girl had long since been lost in the crush ahead of me, but a friendly voice from behind offered to buy me a drink, and quietly thanked me for making his wait in the queue so enjoyable.
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The Collector can be purchased as an ebook or in paperback from all good retailers including-
Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Collector-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1849633517/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1352239556&sr=1-1
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So here we are then- at the end of this years tasters. I hope you have enjoyed delving into the erotic past of myself and my literary friends. It’s been great fun sharing all the tasters with- look out for Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters again next year!!!
Happy Reading,
Kay xx
September 4, 2015
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters Day 13: Kay Jaybee
No trip into my erotica archive is complete without a taster from part of my best selling BDSM series, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy.
For the penultimate day of my Tasty Tasters, I’ve decided to take you into the strange world of The Retreat, where life could be a fairy tale- or maybe not…This sequel to Book One in the trilogy (The Perfect Submissive), carries on from 6 months after we have left Miss Jess Sanders adjusting to her new life at the Fables Hotel…
Blurb
Just as Jess is beginning to relax into her new life as a submissive at The Fables Hotel, her employer Mrs Peters announces that she is loaning both Jess, and her dominatrix Miss Sarah, to one of their most demanding clients; Mr David Proctor.
Whisked away by the mysterious Kane to The Retreat, hidden in a remote part of Scotland, Jess and Miss Sarah find themselves teaching another submissive to meet Proctor’s exacting rules.
As Jess comes to terms with the techniques of The Retreat Mistress, and the strictly overpowering dominatrix Lady Tia, she discovers that Proctor’s motives may not be all they seem.
Just who or what is Fairtasia? And why does Jess feel like she’s walked into a warped fairy tale?
In order to get back to The Fables, Jess is going to have to be more than just a perfect submissive…
Extract
Prologue
‘Please Sir. Please! I won’t let you down.’
David Proctor peered at the woman crouched before him. The top of her head, haphazardly piled with blonde curls, was all he could see of her bowed face.
‘I can learn. I can.’ Her voice quivered with deep-seated yearning, ‘I’ll learn to be whoever you want me to be.’
The heated softness of her Scottish accent added a dimension to David’s arousal which he hadn’t expected. No stranger to the world of submission and domination, he’d never met anyone so keen to be subservient to him before.
With his ego growing almost as much as his cock, which nudged against the inside of his suit trousers, David hunkered down beside the girl. Her bare buttocks bore the pleasing marks of his palm. The fading prints were a blotched pink now, but they’d blazed red only moments ago, when he’d pinned her across his lap, spanking her backside again and again in punishment for her repeated disobedience. Or rather, for her failure to obey, despite her repeated efforts to please him.
The cook’s breasts, just over a handful in size, were dotted with freckles, and as he fondled them between his fingers, David’s mind seethed with images of all the things a willing slave could do for him.
Lifting her lowered head by the chin, David fixed his hazel eyes into her sapphire ones, ‘But you refuse to climax when I tell you to.’ His voice wasn’t angry, but it was hard. David Proctor was, and would always be, an unyielding business man. If there was nothing in any arrangement of long term benefit for him, it wouldn’t happen.
‘I want to though Sir. I really want to, I… Forgive me, but you make me hang on for so long before granting permission to come, and then I can’t. I am so sorry, I…’
‘SShhhh.’ David ran his fingers through the wisps of hair that had escaped her hooked up ponytail. There was no denying that she intrigued him. With each stroke of her wavy locks he thought.
The Retreat did need another submissive. And soon, if his business plans were to expand in the direction he intended. The man Fairtasia was sending to represent them was due any day now, and not long after that, their delegates would arrive.
‘Please Sir?’ The cooks pupils seemed impossibly wide as she held his eyes, and but for the occasional shiver of denied desire, her bare legs didn’t move against the stone kitchen floor, proving just how good her stamina was already. ‘Lady Tia could teach me.’
‘Tr…ain…ing.’ David spoke the thought slowly, as if to himself, mulling each letter over with his tongue, but the young woman leapt upon the word.
‘Training! Yes Sir! Dr Ewen says Lady Tia is the best dominatrix there is.’
‘She is indeed good, but…’ The Retreat’s new owner reached his hands back to the girl’s tits, and felt his cock stiffen further as her nipples pressed greedily against his skin, ‘I’m not sure Lady Tia’s field of expertise will be sufficient in this case. Spankings and beatings you can already take, and plainly enjoy.’
The girl re-dipped her face. She was obviously trying not to let her disappointment in her own shortcomings show. There was no doubt she was submissive material- and yet- not quite. Her deference to him however, and his urgent requirement for an additional member of staff, made David’s mind up for him.
‘I think it’s time I contacted a friend in England. I’m sure she’ll send us the help we need.’ Manipulating the cook’s chest with greater vigour, relishing the resulting gasp of pain tinged pleasure that flew from her lips; David’s round face gave a calculating smile.
His eyes had fallen upon the giant range in the centre of The Retreat’s antique kitchen. Then his gaze travelled to the table next to it. A huge old fashioned pottery jar of ginger powder, and another of brown sugar, sat awaiting the sidetracked cooks’ attention.
For weeks David had been contemplating how to impress the Fairtasia company delegation. He knew that the final securing of the contract he wanted from them so badly, would depend on the outcome of the party The Retreat was hosting for them in a month’s time.
In order for the head of Fairtasia to sign on the dotted line, and make their business arrangement official, the evening would have to be unforgettable. Now, as he looked about him, David knew precisely what theme that party was going to take. And how fitting it would be.
‘Alisha.’
The cook jerked her head up hopefully at her employer’s use of her first name.
‘You may train to be The Retreat’s new submissive. Lady Tia can begin your lessons as you suggest.’ David unzipped the fly of his trousers. As he freed his dick, he had to suppress a laugh as the girl eyed it hungrily. ‘You may also address me as David. I don’t like Sir. I never have. Now suck me off.’
‘Yes David.’
‘Good girl.’ Extracting his mobile from his pocket, David tapped in a number as the cook’s velvet mouth engulfed him.
The sucking of Alisha’s lips and tongue working around his length was the only sound in the granite room, as David waited for his call to be picked up.
‘Ah, Fables Hotel? Could you put me through to Mrs Peters’ office please?… Not there?… Please tell her that Mr Proctor has a proposition for her; and that time is of the essence.’
Pocketing his mobile, David tangled his fingers into the cook’s increasingly messed up hair. Tilting his groin forward, admiring the way Alisha amended her position so she didn’t gag, but took him deeper, David asked, ‘Tell me, how much do you know about fairytales…?’
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Well- if that has perked your curiosity- then you can buyThe Retreat from Xcite or Amazon in either paperback or e-book form via these links…
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Sadly, we are almost at the end of this years Tasty Tasters! For the final day, I thought I’d take you back to where is all began for me…so I’ll see you tomorrow for a dip into The Collector.
Happy Reading Everyone.
Kay xx
September 3, 2015
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters Day 12: Justine Elyot
The days are just zipping away! We have reached Day 12 of our dip into the archives of erotica, and I’m delighted to welcome one of the best in the business. It’s Justine Elyot!
Over to you Justine…
Hello, and thanks to Kay for giving us all the opportunity to wax nostalgic (sounds like a kinky bedroom practice, doesn’t it?). Summer holidays are still hanging on in there – just about – so I’ve decided to wax nostalgic about a little traveller’s tale of mine. Originally entitled Hungarian Rhapsody and written for Xcite’s Secret Library range, it’s since been repackaged as a Cariad Single Romance called Bewitched in Budapest. By any name, I loved writing this tale of a linguistically-challenged romance between a once-bitten-twice-shy Brit girl and her handsome Hungarian suitor.
Here’s how it opens:
“On my first night in Budapest, I woke up to find a strange man in my bed.
Now, while the decision to come here had been taken so rapidly that I hadn’t had time to do any research on the place and had little idea of what to expect, I was fairly sure this wasn’t normal. I’d had vague notions of goulash, gypsy violinists and splendid nineteenth century architecture. A strange man in my bed, not so much.
In the low dawn light filtering through the ill-fitting shutters, I turned my head fractionally – afraid of waking him – and tried to discern the contours of his head and upper body. Judging by the shape beneath the covers and the feet sticking out of the bottom, he was tall and well-built. His face in repose was peaceful and rather touching, but in a more animated state I could imagine it being proud and even fierce, or perhaps I was just projecting my own prejudices about men with large moustaches. Moustaches like that always seemed to come with a bayonet, in my mind. The full lips below the thicket blew out brief whistles of air whenever he exhaled. He had long eyelashes and thick, dark hair. Like most of the Hungarian men I’d spotted between the airport and the apartment, he was a looker.
But what the hell was he doing here?
Carefully, with infinite precision, I edged my body away from him. The heel of my left foot found the place where the mattress ended and my toes flexed, looking for the floor. Just at the moment I tried to pivot my hips away, he flung an arm across my chest. His arm was very heavy and I abandoned all my efforts to handle this situation calmly and screamed.
He grunted and muttered something completely incomprehensible and then his eyelids fluttered and I did my best to scramble away but that arm was just a dead weight, so I kicked him hard in the shin and tried to bite him.
That woke him up.”
Talk about getting the characters into bed early! But the mysterious stranger is soon doing more than snoring… Let the outline give you an idea.
” Ruby had no idea what to expect from her trip to Budapest, but a strange man in her bed on her first night probably wasn’t it. Once the mistake is ironed out, though, and introductions made, she finds herself strangely drawn to the handsome Hungarian, despite her vow of holiday celibacy. Does Janos have what it takes to break her resolve and discover the secrets she is hiding, or will she be able to resist his increasingly wild seduction tactics? Against the romantic backdrop of a city made for lovers, personalities clash. They also bump. And grind.”
If that’s piqued your interest, here’s the Amazon link: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bewitched-Budapest-Cariad-Singles-Book-ebook/dp/B00L4B5WF2/ref=sr_1_97?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1439669746&sr=1-97&keywords=justine+elyot
Thanks for reading!
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Many thanks Justine!
Make sure you don’t miss the last two days of my Tasty Taster series over the weekend!
Happy reading,
Kay xx
September 2, 2015
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters Day 11: Victoria Blisse
It’s Day 11, and I’m joined by another of my brilliant Brit Babe friends today, the awesome Victoria Blisse. I believe she has secrets to share!
Over to you Victoria…
Secrets, we all have them, we all keep them for other people. I think it’s why fiction revolving around them prove so popular. We all know that it could all back fire, one slip of the tongue and that secret could be the talk of the town.
In Her Secret Past two people carry secret burdens and are brought together by a house filled with the results of decades of hoarding. Caught your Attention? Okay, well here’s the blurb:
A past she wants to forget, a secret that will change everything and a hunky guy who should have known better.
It’s no secret that Katrina Quinn has been caught having an affair with her hunky co-star. Hounded by the press she has escaped to Yorkshire, England and the remote seclusion of Copse Cottage. It’s a house packed full of junk and memories—far too much for one woman to handle.
For odd job man Ryan Taylor, being hired to clear clutter while ogling one of Hollywood’s hottest stars seems like easy money. A good way to escape his jealous, drunken girlfriend, Eve, who seems intent on making his life a misery. But Copse Cottage is haunted with his happy past, stirring anew his longing for the girl he used to call the best in the world.
A stolen beat-up suitcase is going to change everything—secrets will be revealed, hearts will be broken all over again and the biggest mystery of all will finally be answered.
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Excerpt:
“Oh, Janie”—Ryan leaned over the hand brake and covered my hand with his—“you’re so sweet. But surely by now you know I’m completely thick. I can’t go to university. I’m just going to end up working for Dad.”
“You… You… You… You’re not thick,” I stuttered, my body humming with his touch, my voice fighting to break through the earthquake of emotion. “You’re really bright. And good with your hands. I’ve still got the jewellery box you made me for my tenth birthday.”
“You still have that?” Ryan asked, eyes widening, mouth softening into a smile. His hand was still over mine, heating my fingers to boiling point.
“Sure, it’s beautiful. Actually, it’s in my bag now.”
He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.
“I’m running away too.”
“No,” he exclaimed, “really? Why are you running away?”
“Maybe you are thick, Ry,” I scoffed gently. “Can’t you guess? My dad left us, my mum’s not been the same since and I’m the butt of everyone’s joke at school. I can’t take all that anymore.”
I swallowed hard—a lump had formed in my throat. My skin felt electrified and there was a waterfall of tears pressing at the backs of my eyes.
“Oh, Janie, it’s been really tough for you, hasn’t it?”
His strong, soft hand cupped my cheek, and as a tear slipped down he gently wiped it away with his thumb.
“I still think you’re the best girl in the world,” he whispered, his breath caressing my lips he was so very close.
“And you’re not bad, for a boy,” I replied with a wry smile, remembering back to the first argument we’d ever had. Ryan hadn’t wanted to play pretend mummies and daddies with me even though I’d told him he could be a builder for his job and I’d let him play with my Lego. I’d run off crying and he’d followed me and told me he was sorry and that he thought I was the best girl in the world.
I had still been mad at him, so I had just said, “You’re not bad, for a boy.”
We’d laughed then, like six-year-olds do, and had got back to playing.
I snapped back to the present, his lips so close to mine, his hand on my cheek. I felt as though I was shaking, my whole body taken by a quake of shock and lust. His lips met mine and I stilled. Quiet peace reigned for a moment. I was at the pinnacle of bliss, everything was perfect and light. Then he moved his lips and the agitation returned. I burned deep in the pit of my stomach, my skin itched for his touch and I burned up, waiting for more.
He was my first kiss. I didn’t know what I was doing but instinct pushed me forward. I reached out to grab at his biceps, needing to feel more of him—he kept me grounded. I’d fall away into a chasm of darkness if I let go. I wanted to know it was real. Could I get him to pinch me to make sure I wasn’t dreaming?
Link: http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/her-secret-past
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Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.
Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut events, days and nights dedicated to erotica, fun and prizes. Check out http://ilovesmut.uk for more details.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook http://facebook.com/victoriablisse , Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse
To find out more check out http://victoriablisse.co.uk
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Many thanks Victoria! Fantastic extract.
Just three more archive dipping days left folks. Don’t miss tomorrow’s guest- the amazing Justine Elyot. A lovely lady, and an incredible writer.
Happy reading,
Kay xx
September 1, 2015
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters Day 10: Tabitha Rayne
It’s Day 10, and today we are joined by the delicious Tabitha Rayne, who is leading us to The Meeting Point, (Book 3 in The Clockwork Butterfly Trilogy).
Be gentle with us Tabitha… (as if!!)
Blurb
A story of love, freedom, and the future of mankind.
Deborah Regan has broken free from the prison where she’s been unjustly held for the past eight years. The scale of the devastation to the land outside is overwhelming. Toxins have taken hold, and the planet is dying. Deborah vows to find her lover Marcus and flee to the safety of the hills where their story first began.
Marcus is one of the few remaining men left on earth, and Deborah finds him held captive at a pleasure farm where he is kept to service rich and powerful women. Escape for him is complex and dangerous. They can only hope that the trio who helped Deborah before will come to their aid. Marcus has heard from his clients over the years of a mythical place with its own microclimate that toxin clouds seem to miss. He is sure they can find it and will be able to build a future together.
Mae, Lena, and Angelo feel compelled to find Deborah and Marcus who they know have a special connection that might prove essential to their survival. They make haste to track the couple and realize the plan they have chosen is fraught with danger and conflict.
Will they make it to the utopia Marcus dreams of?
(Content Warning: contains graphic sex scenes with multiple partners, including m/f and f/f sexual interaction, strong language, and end of the world shenanigans – This is the explosive climax to Taking Flight and A Clockwork Butterfly.)
Extract
Lena wriggled her toes on the pebbly river bed, parting her legs as she did, feeling the rise of her arousal swish and sway in the current. Her arms trailed out languidly over the surface, and she lifted her tits out of the water for Angelo to view her unbearably tight nipples.
He did. He was standing on the river bank fully erect now, and his eyes shifted from Mae’s chest to Lena’s and his fingers wrapped around his cock. Mae looked to Lena and winked, taking her own nipples between her fingertips and pulling them, making Angelo wank harder. Lena did the same, relishing the display from both her lovers.
The fact that the older couple was still watching them didn’t bother Lena at all. In fact, she threw them a sideways glance and was amazed to feel turned on as Hazel caught her eye and smiled. The effect on her pussy was incredible. She wanted to put on a show for them. She wanted to give them the pleasure of watching a sex show, the same way they had just given one to her and her lovers.
Lena released one of her nipples and moved closer to Mae, smoothing her fingers down over the woman’s back then buttocks. Mae sighed and let her head fall back a little while still watching Angelo. Lena’s fingers probed between the crease of Mae’s buttocks and found entry between her thighs. Lena separated the flesh and fingered Mae, astounded at how she could feel the slippery wetness even in the water. Her middle finger was swallowed up into the woman’s hungry cunt and a growl released from her throat. Lena was so turned on now, she craved touch, and she pulled Mae’s hand down to her own pussy and held it on her mound, pressing it hard, humping the fleshy heel of her palm while fingering Mae.
Mae bucked and pressed against her, twitching her ass into Lena’s hand. Fluid leaked and mingled in the cold water, and Lena pulled out her finger and ran it up to the pucker of Mae’s asshole. There was resistance at first, so Lena leaned in to Mae’s ear.
“Let me in, you little tease.” Her words must have hit the spot and Mae groaned, spreading herself for the invasion. Lena pushed quickly and firmly and eased her way into Mae’s tight ring. Angelo was still watching, and Lena wondered if he could know what was going on, but by the crazed, lusty look in his eyes, he must have had a good idea.
“Angelo, get in here and fuck me,” demanded Mae as Lena’s finger slipped further into her ass. He didn’t need to be asked twice and made a perfect shallow dive, barely a splash, and swam under the water to them, surfacing between Mae’s tits.
“My, my, what do we have going on here?” He was hoarse, obviously trying to ignore the ferocious cold.
“I’m having my asshole fingered by my lover and I want you inside my sopping cunt, right now.”
Lena’s cheeks flushed. Mae always knew how to make her feel the tip between shame and arousal. Angelo smiled at her past Mae then pulled the two women toward him.
“Your wish,” he said, and Lena felt pressure on her fingers, through the walls between her lover’s intimate passages, “is my command.”
And with that, he lifted Mae onto his dick and slid right up inside her. Lena could feel every millimeter as it went in and was glad to still have Mae and her other hand clamped to her own cunt. She was so aroused now, her hips seemed to be bucking of their own accord as the fucking intensified. Just as she began to surge and soar on her climax, she glanced over at Birch and Hazel who were kissing passionately. As she watched their hands masturbate each other, a white light engulfed her and she came hard, bucking her pelvis into Mae’s hand as her tight asshole clutched and suckled her finger.
At the serene height of her orgasm, she sensed others around her, darting through her quizzically, but oozing love. One, two, three of the entities passed through her then suddenly everything dimmed and a great sorrow washed over Lena. She came to as Mae and Angelo thrashed and climaxed together, growling and tearing at each other with desperate grabbing hands.
Lena was sated, but bewildered. She looked over at Birch and Hazel who also looked a little puzzled.
“That was fucking amazing!” shrieked Mae, her face shining with post-coital glory. “Now can we please…get…out…of…this…f-f-fucking freezing river?” She made to move forward and Lena pulled her finger free.
Once they were shivering on the bank, hopping around to try and get dry, Lena went over to Birch and Hazel.
“What was that? Who was there? I felt so sad—like something had left me.”
The older couple acknowledged that they shared the same feeling, but offered no explanation…
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Buy links
All Romance
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-themeetingpoint-1553325-340.html
Amazon
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Meeting-Point-Clockwork-Butterfly-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00KZNW2XK/
http://www.amazon.com/Meeting-Point-Clockwork-Butterfly-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00KZNW2XK/
Publisher
http://beachwalkpress.com/the-meeting-point/
Itunes
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id940590074
Scrbd
https://www.scribd.com/book/246367864/The-Meeting-Point-The-Clockwork-Butterfly-Trilogy-3
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Bio:
Tabitha Rayne has been told she is quirky, lovely and kinky – not necessarily in that order or by the same person. She writes erotic romance and as long as there’s a love scene, she’ll explore any genre. She also has a passion for painting nudes. Her novels are with Beachwalk Press and her short stories are included in anthologies from Xcite, Oysters & Chocolate, Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, Burning Books Press, Velvet Books and House of Erotica.
Social media
https://twitter.com/TabithaErotica
Goodreads
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4563479.Tabitha_Rayne
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Tabitha-Rayne-Author/158082444215098
Amazon Author page
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tabitha-Rayne/e/B005ZBL0JE/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1
https://uk.pinterest.com/pintabitha/
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Many thanks for such great extract Tabitha! Before you all rush off to The Meeting Point of your choosing- just a quick reminder that there will be another Tasty Taster along tomorrow. The gorgeous Victoria Blisse will be here to tickle those erogenous zones…
Happy reading,
Kay x
August 31, 2015
Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters Day 9: Janine Ashbless
It’s Day 9, and I’m delighted to welcome another of my favourite erotica writers to my site today. I have had the pleasure of meeting Janine Ashbless many times over the last decade, and she is every bit as lovely as she is talented.
Janine is sharing a delicious extract from her incredibly sexy novel Named and Shamed today. You might want to sit down for this one…
Blurb:
“Once upon a time, a naughty girl called Tansy stole a very precious manuscript from a kindly antiquarian. But all of the world’s ancient and powerful magic, lost for centuries, has returned…and now there is much more at stake than a few sheets of parchment! Thus begins a rude and rugged fairy tale, the likes of which you NEVER read when you were little! Poor Tansy is led though the most pleasurable trials and the most shameful tribulations as her quest unfolds before her. Orgasmic joy and abject humiliation are laid upon Tansy in equal measure as she straddles the two worlds of magic and man. Fantasy and BDSM slither together to make NAMED & SHAMED the consummate adult fable. Immerse yourself in this dark and depraved fairy tale, and may all your endings be happy ever after!”
Excerpt:
(Tansy is about to realise that she has come under a fairy curse)
Hell. I shook myself out of my reverie, confused. What was I doing, fantasising about Vince and Gavin in almost the same breath? I looked down and saw that my hand was pressed hard against my pubic mound, grinding my swollen clit. My body had recovered from last night’s hammering and — obviously over-stimulated — was now ready for more.
I really needed to cum. Again. Okay, another wank, then.
No, I realised with a sickening lurch, as at that moment the bathroom door slammed shut. What I really needed was to get out of the house before I had to face Gail.
Throwing on my T-shirt and skirt and a pair of sandals, I was out of the front door before she emerged from the shower. My plan was to go fetch my impounded car from Croydon, and on a Saturday morning that meant taking the Underground, so I set out walking to the station.
It was just a bit unfortunate that I’d headed off before I had any chance to cool down. Even as I walked, I was uncomfortably aware of the heat and emptiness of my sex, and the way my panties felt as if they were rubbing in all the wrong places. I suppose everyone gets that sensation sometime – the random hard-on, the crazy gotta-frig-now itch. Well, I had it bad that morning. It made nearly every man I passed a sudden source of interest. Furtively I eyed them up — the delivery guy dropping off crates of tinned food at the corner store, the two youths smoking on the bench outside the Tube entrance, the busker at the bottom of the escalator — wondering what they looked like naked, how big their tools were, what they’d feel like fucking me good and hard.
God, every man had a cock. It sounds stupid, but it was like the revelation of a great secret. Every one of them was capable of fucking me. Think of the potential.
My feet felt clumsy, tripping me up. An unfocused excitement made my blood run quickly. I shook my head at myself, bemused and irritated . . . yet enjoying it too.
Then the next Northern Line train arrived, and things got worse.
It was a Saturday in the middle of summer so of course the ventilation had broken down. And a big chunk of the Underground wasn’t operating because of weekend maintenance, so by the time I got to the middle of town every train, platform and stairwell was packed out. It was sweaty and hot, and inside the carriages we were pressed together, standing room only. I stared into space, pretending not to notice the hot young Spanish student-types I was crammed in against, my breasts bumping softly against the back of the taller one as the train swayed. The stuffy air in here was making me feel a bit dizzy. I hung my weight from the hand-strap overhead, feeling the tick of my pulse in my engorged clit and wishing I could touch it just to get some relief. Wishing I could lick that student’s beautiful neck and feel the stir of his nape hair under my tongue.
That’s when it happened. Someone behind me – unseen and anonymous – cupped my ass briefly with one hand.
Hey, it’s not like it’s the first time I’ve been groped on public transport. Normally I make damn sure I protest and embarrass the hell out of them. But this time, I just stood there. The weight of my own churning appetite seemed to pin me in place. When I didn’t react, the hand took the opportunity for another pass, squeezing the full curve of my bum-cheek a little more boldly.
A hot bubble of arousal burst in my sex, releasing a trickle that flooded my knicker gusset.
Tansy, I admonished myself. You dirty cow. Stop this now. But my body wasn’t listening.
Surreptitiously, moving with the sway of the train, my unseen admirer shifted in a tiny bit closer. It was definitely a man: I could smell his aftershave and his skin, and feel his bulk at my back. But I had no idea what he looked like. I licked my dry lips and blinked at the advert over the door, aware now that my nipples, despite the heat of the day, had hardened to points that were poking the Spanish guy quite insistently. I wondered how he didn’t notice, but he was deep in conversation with his friend. I wondered what was happening to me, that I should respond to this molestation so submissively. It wasn’t like me to be shy or fearful.
But then this wasn’t shyness or fear. It was dirty, thrilling pleasure.
The hand moved, sliding all over my right cheek. The flower-print skirt I was wearing was really quite short and those fingers found the edge easily. I wasn’t wearing tights. Warm fingertips brushed my bare skin. Oh God . . . . that felt good.
Involuntarily, I let out a tiny moan, and the eyes of Spanish guy’s friend flicked to me. I flushed, then switched to gazing at the shadowy pipework flashing past the window. My ass was being bumped now, quite gently, by a hard knot of trouser-clad flesh. Shit, thought I. He has a hard-on.
The train gave a sudden lurch around a curve and everyone staggered a little. The man behind me took the opportunity to grasp my hip and pull my ass into his crotch. I didn’t resist. I could feel his erection fighting against his clothes, pressing against my bum.
A stranger’s rubbing his dick against me. And I’m letting him…
Janine Ashbless (Photograph by David Woolfall)
jenny hendrix fucked by voodooJanine Ashbless Bio:
Janine Ashbless has had 11 books of erotica published by Black Lace, Samhain and others. Her short stories have appeared in many anthologies including Best Women’s Erotica (three times) and Best Bondage Erotica. Most of her fiction has paranormal or dark fantasy themes. She’s currently writing an erotic romance trilogy about fallen angels: the first, Cover Him with Darkness, published 2014.
www.janineashbless.blogspot.com
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Many thanks for sharing this most tasty of tastes with us today Janine.
Don’t forget to come back tomorrow, for a bite from the archive of Tabitha Rayne…
Happy reading,
Kay xx
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