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Making Him Wait- A Teasing Taster…

It’s been a little while since I shared a little teaser from my own work on this blog- so today I thought I’d treat you to a little bit of erotic art action…

Published by Sweetmeats Press, I am very proud to have kicked off their range of un-illustrated novels, to be aimed at a world-wide, rather than a Western audience alone!

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile, Maddie’s recent meeting with local electrician, Theo Hunter, adds an extra degree of interest to her life. Theo, she decides, would be the perfect man to have a little fun with- but not until after the exhibition is complete. Until that time, he is simply going to have to wait…

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

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EXTRACT

Ignoring the buzz of her mobile phone, Maddie placed the worn stub of charcoal to the side of her easel and took a step back from the girl before her.

Maddie nodded with approval as her newest model – a petite blonde – flexed the muscles she’d been keeping stock still for the previous half hour.

“Control, Freya – at least the appearance of control – is everything.” The artist reached out an affectionate hand to her muse.

Freya rocked a little on her bare feet as Maddie touched her lightly freckled cheek. “No need to look so worried, honey. You are doing brilliantly. It’s a difficult pose to hold for so long.”

“Thank you.” Blushing an endearing shade of pink, Freya lowered the hands she’d nervously clenched before her, giving her employer another chance to see the neat triangle of her semi-shaved pussy.

Maddie, her jeans and t-shirt smeared and spattered with all the mediums of her trade, did not feel the need to mention to Freya that her own knickers were sodden, nor that beneath her holster bra, her nipples were rock hard.

A further buzz from her mobile alerted Maddie to the arrival of another text message. In fact a steady string of muffled noises from her mobile, coming from the pit of her handbag, had been announcing the arrival of texts every ten minutes or so throughout the morning.

Smiling to herself, Maddie continued to disregard her phone and considered the exquisite outline of her companion’s porcelain frame. Most people came to Maddie to be drawn or painted, sometimes as a commission for a lover, husband or wife. Some, however, like Freya, came to the studio as a way of improving their self-confidence. Despite her generally shy demeanour, Freya had proved to be very good at posing as Maddie required and the artist had offered her an occasional job as a life model.

Sometimes Maddie felt she was more therapist than artist – specifically a sex therapist – as men and women alike shared their most intimate secrets while standing on the other side of her easel. Maddie’s studio certainly had the air of an erotic fantasy confessional about it. She wasn’t complaining, however. No other life would do for her now. The job satisfaction Maddie achieved from listening to the dreams and fantasies of others while she recreated them onto canvas, went hand in glove with the personal physical gratification it gave her.

Money being either plentiful or non-existent, depending on the current success of her commissions and sales, Maddie had been forced to develop an alternative form of payment for her models – a reward system for good work. Maddie could tell from the rise and fall of Freya’s chest and the glistening damp skin at the top of her thighs, that she was more than ready to be paid for today’s session.

Closing in on her model, Maddie simultaneously cupped Freya’s slick pussy and left breast with her charcoal-blackened hands, causing an involuntary shiver to ripple through the younger woman’s body.

“Your progress really is outstanding, honey. Few of my models can stay as motionless as you can.” Congratulating Freya on her skill, Maddie left two dark palm prints on the girl’s tits and tapped at the inside of her legs. “Open up. I think you have deserved a treat after all your hard work.”

Gliding her palm over Freya’s mound, Maddie slipped a gentle finger into the slippery canal of the model’s frantically clutching sex, enjoying the murmured mew of contentment that escaped from her lipstick-free mouth.

Pumping gently, the artist brought Freya close to orgasm with steady increases and decreases of pressure – her own mind straying to her mobile. Maddie wondered where Theo was and what he was doing. She knew what he was thinking about. She always knew that. Theo thought about her.

Pushing her happily sex-drugged model onto an armchair, Maddie’s own arousal kicked up a notch as she bent to lick Freya’s nub, swiftly bringing her to the dawn of a shuddering release.

While continuing to take pleasure in the sweet taste of another woman on her lips, Maddie considered how she’d phrase her responses to all the messages Theo had sent and how she’d tell him precisely what and who had held up her replies.

Inhaling Freya’s climactic scent, Maddie’s hands roamed up and over the small, orgasm-jacked body, her thoughts still with Theo. His work-calloused right hand was probably on his dick at that very moment. A heady hit of power consumed Maddie – a power as intense as the climax of the woman panting hard in the chair before her.

Maddie loved making him wait...

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

Oh- before I go- I will give you one excellent piece of advice- if you ever meet anyone like Maddie, you should make absolutely sure that you listen very carefully to every word that person says; otherwise you might find that what you think they are offering you, is very different from what they are offering you..

If you would like to buy Making Him Wait, it is available from Amazon, Amazon.com, Sweetmeats Press, The Book Depository, WHSmiths, and other good book and e-retailers.

Happy reading,

Kay xxx

Nicole Gestalt – An Editor’s Perspective

Today it is my pleasure to welcome Nicola Gestalt, talking a little about her experience editing the House of Erotica anthology, Valves and Vixens. Over to you Nicola…

Valves & Vixens:  An Editor’s Perspective

This is an anthology I’ve wanted to do for a while so I was very happy when House of Erotica gave me the go ahead and opportunity to run with it. Having settled on the name and then seeing the cover design I knew we were on to something. The cover is just simply gorgeous what do you think?

With all that put into place I organised the deadline and then released it into the world. Soon stories were flooding in and I was happily surprised about the number of submissions I received. Even happier with the number of really good submissions I received. We had so many in fact that House of Erotica agreed to let me put together a second volume even before the deadline of the first.

Reading through the submissions at time felt like an uphill struggle due to the number of them that were coming in but I was so glad of that! I had a great spread as well and was happy to see that they weren’t all set in Victorian England as so many Steampunk stories tend to be. Instead we had stories from feudal Japan all the way to New Orleans with a few surprising stops in-between.

When I read stories I put them into three different piles. The Yes Pile is the stories I have read and know I just have to accept. The No Pile is where stories that don’t fit the submission guidelines end up sometimes it’s because they are too short, too long or simply don’t fit at all. The Maybe Pile is the one that is most populated as that has the stories I like but can’t quite see how they all fit together as an anthology yet. Once the deadline is over and I’ve read all the stories I will revisit the Maybe Pile and work out which ones fit the ones I have already accepted, trying to cut down on stories that are too similar to ones I have already accepted. This is what takes the most time but eventually I ended up with the stories I felt worked well together and covered the spread of pairings and heat levels.

The stories are then jiggled around to find the best way of putting them together and of course edited.

Once the foreword was written by the simply amazing Professor Elemental we put the whole book together and turned it into Valves & Vixens!

And being a glutton for punishment I’m doing it all over again for Valves & Vixens Volume 2 and Cosmic Encounters (for those science fiction fans out there).

You can buy Valves & Vixens in both ebook and print here:

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00LAD2QKS

Amazon USA: http://amzn.com/B00LAD2QKS

All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-valvesvixens-1556820-362.html

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Many thanks to Nicola for dropping by today,

Happy reading everyone,

Kay xx

 

Guest Post: Introducing Alice Raine!

I am delighted to introduce a relatively new voice (or pen) to the world of erotica today. Alice Raine is one of the most popular Cariad authors in the Xcite stable- not to mention an all round lovely lass. Over to you Alice…

Well here goes, my first ever blog post! A huge thanks to Kay for the invite be here today.

I’m new to the whole author scene, so rather than unattractively flinging links to my books in your face I thought that instead I’d use this post to share a little about my writing journey; how I got here, what I write, and why I write. At the end of the article, once I’ve won you over with my dazzling wit, charm and wonderful personality, then I’ll fling the book links in your direction…

It’s probably similar for most authors, but there suddenly came a day where I just started to feel a need to write, like a compulsion really, I just couldn’t bear to keep the ideas in my head any longer so I sat at my desk and just started to splurge the contents of my brain onto paper in random notes and jottings which, over time, became story plots, character ideas or bizarre fantastical settings. Ideas would literally pop up from nowhere; a quirky character on a station platform, an article in the local newspaper, snippets of a conversation overheard in the pub, even my dreams started to have a plot structure to them!

For years my writing was just a hobby, I never shared my work with anyone, but I was content to know that my stories were at least out of my head and nestled safely in my laptop. Only recently have I managed to do anything more with my work, so for me the entire ‘being published’ thing is still shiny, new and hugely exciting. People are reading my books… my ideas… and what’s more, they seem to be enjoying them… it’s just such a bizarre thought that it gives me goose bumps just thinking about it!

Like most writers my first venture in submitting a manuscript – a vampire series – was rejected by everyone that I sent it to. The dreaded ‘thanks, but no thanks’ slips arriving in the post thick and fast. As disappointing as this initial phase was, I did however receive some amazing feedback from Darley Anderson, a hugely famous and well respected literary agent in London. Despite how busy he must have been, he’d actually taken the time to respond to my submittal with two pages of constructive feedback, all personally hand written in flowing fountain pen and signed by the man himself. The basic premise of his comments was that he saw promise in my writing style and had generously given me several tips to help improve it.

So how does a girl go from writing vampire books to producing a four book series of contemporary adult romance with a fair bit of saucy action, you may ask? This is actually where the story gets really interesting. I’d adapted my writing using the tips Darley had given me all those years before and in the interim had written several chick lit romance novels – all very gentle and about as non-erotic as you can get. It was when sending these off in a further attempt to get published that a literary agent responded to me via email, her comment was, “I like your writing style, but it’s not very cutting edge content, we need something grittier, something a little darker… have you by any chance read a book called Fifty Shades of Grey?” At her words I rolled my eyes (in a very Anastasia Steele like gesture) and immediately saw where she was going with the conversation.

Of course luckily I had read Fifty Shades, who hasn’t? It was a new release at the time, but it was still plastered everywhere I looked so it would have been pretty hard to have missed it. And so it went from there, she encouraged me to write a more erotic novel and never being one to turn down a challenge that’s exactly what I did. Supply and demand I suppose.

Five months later after some fairly eye-watering internet research and very long nights typing, ‘The Darkness Within Him’ was complete; part one of a tale following the lives of a famous pianist Nicholas Jackson and his businessman brother Nathaniel, both men with a troubled past and equally kinky sex lives to go along with it. The original literary agent who’d suggested I write it had rather inconveniently retired by this point, but undeterred I set off in search of other publishers or agents, and a few months later through the delightful medium of Twitter I found my lovely publisher, Accent Press.

Writing this post now I suddenly feel a strange compulsion to stand up and confess “My name is Alice Raine… and I write erotic romance.” But I’m sat typing this in a busy coffee shop, so I think I’d better refrain, I’d hate to be the reason someone choked on their chocolate muffin or sprayed their companion with a mouthful of latte. Of course if I did announce it to the folks around me those last two words – ‘erotic romance’ – would have to be uttered in a low, hushed whisper, because let’s face it, even with the post ‘Fifty Shades’ acceptance of contemporary adult fiction that has made ‘erotica’ almost mainstream, there is still that slightly risqué edge to it that often makes people shift uncomfortably in their seats and feel the need to pretend they don’t read it, or write it.

Since I’ve started down this writing route I’ve found two common responses when I tell people about the books I’ve been lucky enough to get published; they’re either completely not bothered by the genre and just interested in what it’s like to write an entire book, or they cock their head to the side and raise an eyebrow in that curious way that tells me they are trying to work out exactly what I get up to in my bedroom. I can’t help but think that they’d be rather disappointed if I confessed that what I do most in my bed is sleep…

And that as they say, is my writing journey in a nutshell! So far it’s been hugely exciting working with Accent Press, books 1 and 2 of my Untwisted series are currently out, with number 3 being released on the 4th of December this year. They seem to be doing really well in the Amazon chart, the response from readers has been great, and there is even a paperback release planned for Valentine’s Day next year. I’m really hopeful that this could be a huge turning point in my life, perhaps that long sought after dream of doing what I love for a living might actually become a possibility!

If you’d like to keep up with my journey feel free to follow me on Twitter or Facebook on the links at the bottom of this post.

Now, before I sign off, it’s time for the sales pitch! Nah, I’m only kidding, instead of trying a fancy spiel to make you buy, I’ll simply attach the links for the first two books in my Untwisted series so you can have a look if it takes your fancy.

Thanks for reading, and once again, thanks to Kay for hosting!

Alice xx

Book links:

Book 1, The Darkness Within Him: http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Darkness-Within-Him-Untwisted-ebook/dp/B00LO3RLMC

Book 2, Out of the Darkness: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Out-Darkness-The-Untwisted-Book-ebook/dp/B00M0KBUES/ref=pd_sim_kinc_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=0P0FEV9XS6NHFPMPK6QR

Contact me!

Twitter: @aliceraine1

Facebook: www.facebook.com/pages/Alice-Raine/1433662383579684

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Many thanks for coming by today Alice! I’m proud to have been your first blog host!!

Happy reading,

Kay xx

 

 

Ten Years As Kay- Part 3- The Podcasts and Pictures

Welcome to the final of my mini blog series to celebrate my 10th anniversary of working in the world of erotica! It’s amazing how many things I’ve done as a result of my writing!

I can’t believe it was way back in Sept 2008 that I did my first ever podcast. Boy was I nervous! Thanks to the wonderful Dr Dick, aka Richard Wagner- I was quickly put at my ease- and so began, not only my first interview of many- but a friendship with Richard that I have treasured ever since.

If you want to listen to that first (2-part) podcast- here are the links!

Podcast 1

Podcast 2

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It wasn’t long after that, that I did my first radio interview, for Talk Radio over in Spain- oh my word!! What a nightmare! Although I had been prepared for it to be a live show, and I’d been given all the questions that would be asked beforehand, I was a bag of nerves- not helped by the fact that in each advert break on the radio beforehand the presenter was making me sound like the dominatrix from hell! This was really annoying, as the whole point of the interview was to show that erotica writers were just normal wives, mum’s etc- not the stereotyped figures of the style she was alluding to!

When she actually began the interview, she didn’t ask me a single pre-prepared question, and was really hostile. All I could think about was the 3 million listeners!!! EEKKK.

I did my best, and was told it went well- but needless to say, that is not a station I will be going back to!!

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I’ve lost count of the number of blogs I’ve written, newspaper and magazine articles I’ve been in, and the talks and readings I’ve given- and I’m still amazed by it all- amazed that people even ask me to do those things! And I really don’t want that feeling of ‘I’m not worthy’ to go. How awful it would be if that was the sort of thing I came to ‘expect’ to do! I’m just a writer after all!

I think one of the proudest moments for me, must have been when photographer David Woolfall took some pictures of myself and many of my peers, for The Independent. These photos have since appeared in many other magazines and online newspapers!! Incredible!!

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And talking of proud moments- how can I not mention, the moment I was asked to be a Brit Babe! Or the day that  I learnt I’d been nominated for Best Erotica Writer of the Year by the ETO, and then going along, with my dear BB friends to the award ceremony- and then when KD won!!! Well- I was so proud I actually thought I might burst! Magic day.

Five Brit Babes and Two Awards!

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Bringing things more up to date, last week I was lucky enough to be interviewed by the heavenly voiced, Rose Caraway, as part of her series promotion the forthcoming, Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica. I was honoured to be approached by Rose last year to write a short story for her book, and was even more ‘chuffed’ (Rose’s favourite English word), when that story was accepted. I loved talking to Rose- she is just wonderful- and if you’d like to hear what we said- take a listen-

Podcast with Rose Caraway

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I have been so lucky over the past 10 years- I’ve done things I never dreamed I’d ever do- photo shoots (with thanks to Vanity Studios), spanked people in a library (thanks Smut UK!), read erotica to strangers (bless you Sh! Women’s Store), taken a spanking lesson (ditto!)…Not what my teachers planned for me when I left school, that’s for sure!!

I’ll leave you in peace now- thank you so much for all your support over the last decade- let’s raise a cuppa to the next 10!!

 

Happy reading everyone!

Kay xxx

 

 

 

Ten Years as Kay- Part 2

If you are a regular follower of this blog, then you can’t failed to have noticed that this month marks the tenth anniversary of my life ‘as’ Kay Jaybee!! I was only going to try this writing lark for fun. A hobby to see if I could actually write or not. Is it me, or had it got a little bit out of hand? It wasn’t supposed to be more than a short term bit of fun…Has writing taken over my life?

There is one very simple answer to that- YES!!!

This is NOT a complaint however – although there are certainly times when I wish I could turn my imagination off just for a little while!

As each summer comes around, I down my smut wielding pen for the duration of my children’s school holidays, and frequently question my sanity. What the heck am I doing? I get up early, write all morning, work at my ‘proper’ job all afternoon, then write all evening, usually until gone ten at night. And the crazy thing is- when I’m not writing, when I have ‘day’s off’- I’m grumpy!! Every day without writing feels like a waste somehow! This cannot be right.

Then I speak to my writer friends and my beloved Brit Babes, and breathe more calmly again- it seems this clawing at the walls is totally normal when life comes between us and our pens or laptops. We simply have to accept that as soon as we have our first story accepted by a publisher, we leave normality behind us. For at that point the drug has been injected, and we are hooked for life- hooked on getting that next publication… then one more, and maybe a novella, then perhaps a novel- and if that novel does okay, perhaps we’ll write another one…

Ten years though!!! How the hell did that happen? How come I am still thinking of naughty yet delicious ways to make people suffer in the name of sex? Where do these ideas all come from?  I have NO idea- let’s just hope the inspiration keeps coming, and I can add to the collection of publications I have out in the world.

Thinking of all my publications- and if I break it down into individual story sales, unbelievably we are talking about 100 pieces of smut with my name on them- I got to wondering which my most popular stories really are?  Which ones you guys liked the best?

Is it the short stories or the novels, the novella’s or the trilogy? Who is your favourite character? John the courier from Not Her Type? Miss Sanders or Mrs Peters from The Perfect Submissive Trilogy? Do you like the dark and mysterious Mark from The Voyeur? Paint spattering Maddie from Making Him Wait? Or maybe you have a soft spot for clumsy Sally from A Sticky Situation or sexy Harrison, the archaeologist from Digging Deep?

I’d love to know who rocks your boat the most- leave me a comment telling me who your favourite character from my work and you could win a signed KJB paperback of your choice!!

This competition will close on Monday 22nd Sept- don’t forget to leave your email so I can tell you if you’ve won!

Happy reading- and thank you for all your support over the last ten years!!

Kay xxx

 

Ten Years as Kay- Part 1

This week see’s the 10th anniversary of the first time I picked up a pen and wrote some erotica! A fact that, in itself, seems impossible to me – a shy, self-conscious, paranoiac woman who has never quite got used to the fact that people actually want to by her books! (For which I THANK YOU ALL!!).

As with any anniversary, I have found myself reflecting on all that has happened both to myself and to the world of erotica in general- and what a roller coaster ride it has been. Or perhaps it’s been more of a carousel, a long roundabout of constant ups and downs!

My first piece of erotica was a written on a paper serviette in a cafe in Aberdeenshire. I swear the idea came to be from nowhere. I don’t know why I was suddenly thinking about a cross dressing male who liked to have his arse spanked- but that is exactly what happened.

It took some time for me to be brave enough to do anything with the story. It was a couple of weeks before it made it onto a proper piece of paper, and several more before it was typed onto my computer and edited into shape. The amount of courage it took me to look up erotica publishers on the Internet- and the covert way I went about it- seems laughable now.

I sent off my story- which I rather unimaginatively had called Jen and Tim to Cleis Press- never expecting to hear anything again, and in the meantime, I’d written a rather kinky poem called Regrets, which I sent to the much missed Oysters and Chocolate web site. Then, I told myself to leave it alone, to look after my children and take up knitting or something. I never expected to hear back from either publisher. I certainly never expected to get both pieces taken- and I truly never expected the buzz the feeling of acceptance gave me- that was it- I was hooked- an addict to the acceptance of a publisher for the rest of my life!

It took 40 short story and poetry publications before I was brave enough to write something longer, and when I did, I cheated!

The Collector is both an anthology and a short novel- a set of different erotic stories- one for every genre within the discipline. I learnt a great deal from writing hat book- and I still hold it in great affection.

Now, 10 years later, with over 100 stories to my name, including many novellas and novels, including the gratifyingly popular The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, I am still addicted, still hungry for the ‘yes’ of a publisher. Having a back record to your name never guarantees a story will be taken, and nor should it. Each new tale I write has to be worth publication on its own merits; it shouldn’t be published just because KJB wrote it.

Of course, I’d be a fool to suggest that every erotica story that has got ‘out there’ is worthy of its publication. The two biggest impacts on erotica writing in the past decade, self publication (KDP from Amazon) and the subsequent flooding of the market with poor quality fiction, and the publication of Fifty Shades of Gray are testament to that. Yes- I‘m generalising, but you get my point!

So here I am, 10 years on, with over 100 stories to my name, including the gratifyingly popular The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place), and I’m still scribbling.

(If you want to read more about my reflections on the last decade in erotica- then check out the October edition of the ETO magazine!! xx)

And what of the next decade?

Well- I can EXCLUSIVELY reveal here that there will be one extra short finale to the Perfect Submissive story!! So watch this space in February 2015!!

I have four short stories coming out soon-

Taped – The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica ed. Rose Caraway (Cleis Press) – you can hear me being interviewed about this story here

Barista Girls – Sapphic Smut (House of Erotica)

Sex Wears Black and Red – Mammoth Book of Uniforms (Mammoth)

Mr Greenline – Mammoth Book of Uniforms (Mammoth)

There will also be a new anthology next year- title to be decided!

And of course, the other ‘me’ Jenny Kane is really busy with the recent release of the contemporary romance novel Romancing Robin Hood, and the imminent release of my first picture book for children , There’s A Cow in the Flat…plus ‘Jenny’ has 2 more novels and a novella brewing.

I’ll leave you now- but I’ll be back soon with Part 2 of my anniversary blog and a great competition!

Happy reading,

Kay xxx

A Snog for Sommer! – Cold shower of champagne anyone?

I’m delighted to be able to join in today’s big Blisskiss and do some Smut for Good at the same time, by sending a massive snog to my lovely e-friend Sommer Marsden!!

Check out all the blogs taking part here- and keep your eyes open for lots of great competitions, and find out how to donate to this wonderful cause- the fight against cancer! http://smutforgood.co.uk/a-snog-for-sommer/

My snog for today comes from my erotic romance novella, A Sticky Situation- here’s the blurb…

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…

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A Sticky Situation was my first foray into the realms of erotic romance. I have written romantic episodes within much (shall we say) ‘harder’ erotic stories and novels, but this time I have left my BDSM toys locked away in the cupboard under the stairs in favour of a lighter touch.

Fear not however, this novella is still packed with KJB style kink, for as Sally and Cameron begin their enforced period of work together at a conference; their road from mutual dislike to mutual lust is far for straightforward! There is more than a dollop of misunderstanding, some inconvenient fantasies, mysterious anonymous notes, a slug of ice-cold store-cupboard action, a splatter of dinner, a dousing of wine, and a sip or two of champagne before they can even contemplate a happy ending…Delicious…

Extract…

…the word “wet” didn’t really cover it this time. She was drenched. They both were.

Cameron pressed his back against the closed store room door behind him, his shirt, tie, and suit trousers had turned from light shades of blue and grey to dark, where the weight of the water had fallen against him.

Shivering, ice cubes in her cleavage, her dress clinging to every curve of her body, Sally violently kicked the champagne buckets away from her feet, and advanced on Cameron with an air of pure unadulterated anger carved into her round face. ‘You … you!’ She spat out her words, incoherent with rage, ‘Look at me! Again! They say I’m the clumsy one, but I’m nothing compared to you! Look what you’ve done to me!’

‘And me. I’m soaked as well.’ Despite feeling horribly uncomfortable in his sopping clothes, Cameron found it an effort to sound cross when he’d so successfully achieved his goal. There was no way she could meet David looking like this.

‘Good. I’m glad you’re wet too.’ Something about Cameron made her feel like stamping her foot and having a tantrum. Sally rubbed her arms, sighing as she spoke ‘I’m fucking freezing.’

‘Me too. We have to get these clothes off ASAP or we’ll both catch pneumonia!’

Cameron had already taken off his tie, and was unbuttoning his shirt with speed, minuscule chunks of ice dropping from him as he moved.

Sally tried not to be impressed by the firm torso that was being so unexpectedly revealed. It was far more muscular than she’d thought it would be, and as the cotton material came away from his shoulders, she found herself giving a small involuntary gasp as her eyes were confronted by a three inch long Celtic cross tattoo at the very top of his right arm.

She shook herself, very aware of the ice trapped against her bra, and how much she really needed to take off her own clothes. That was typical Cameron. He was so damn infuriating. She wouldn’t be able to get comfortable until she was back in her room. It was all right for him to take off his top, but she could hardly do that. It was bad enough that he was staring at her as if he had X-ray vision; examining her as if she was already devoid of clothing.

Common sense took hold of her. ‘What are you doing? You can’t strip off in here! People will think we’ve been up to something when you leave!’

‘I don’t care what people think. You’re a mass of goose pimples, woman. Take that bloody dress off. It’s virtually see-through now it’s soggy anyway, so it isn’t a case of preserving your dignity is it?’

Shaking openly now, Sally didn’t want to think about having to run through Reception towards the lifts looking a total mess for the second time that day. She attempted to get past Cameron to the door without glancing at his torso, which was having an unreasonable effect on her libido. Men like Cameron were not supposed to have tattoos. Somehow it felt as if he was being unfair to her whole belief system just by having one. She began to wonder if he had any more, then taking a firm hand with her imagination said, ‘Just let me get back to my room, then I can warm up and sort out this dress. God knows what I’ll wear tomorrow!’

Cameron caught Sally’s arm, the heat of his touch surprising her considering how cold they both were. She found herself being propelled towards him in the small space, her chest squashed against his. He was so close, his grip so tight, and yet not only couldn’t she move, she found she wasn’t even trying to pull away. A voice at the back of Sally’s head was yelling at her, asking why she wasn’t struggling, but she ignored it, for the rest of her body seemed to know exactly what she wanted to do.

Seizing the hem of Sally’s dress, Cameron moved quickly, his pulse thudding in his ears, expecting her to slap him away at any second, as he yanked the jet black fabric over her head.

Her breasts ached, but only partly because they had been doused in cold water. Not waiting for Cameron to help, Sally unhooked her black bra, whimpering with the relief at the removal of its restraining presence.

Cameron’s quiet murmur of satisfaction at the sight of the tits he’d fantasised about on so many occasions was lost as he bent in the narrow space, immediately burying his head between then,

For a split second Sally’s brain engaged, and she stepped away. Cameron shuffled after her, and fixing his mouth around Sally’s right breast, kissed it lightly between hungry bites, his lips warming her outside and in. Sally found she couldn’t move. In fact she wanted to be closer. Much closer.

Grasping his shoulders, Sally inched nearer, forcing more of her breast into his mouth, groaning in delight as his other hand yanked at her knickers, which had developed a new wet sheen that had nothing at all to do with the emptying of the champagne buckets. She stepped out of her underwear quickly, shaking her knickers from the heels of each shoe.

Peering up, Cameron took in her beauty with an air that was part bewildered wonder and part animal lust. Catching her around the waist, he hoisted Sally up, pushing her bum onto a shelf behind her, so that they were face to face. Neither spoke, talking would have broken whatever spell they were under. He landed his lips on hers, more crushing her than kissing her, as she hungrily responded. Her mouth taking out the fury she felt towards this impossible man…

If you want to know what happens next you can buy a copy as an ebook or a paperback from Amazon UK, Amzon.com and all good online retailers.

OR- you could win a copy today! Just leave me  a comment telling me who you’d most like to be trapped in a cupboard with… (leave email address as well so I can contact you if you’ve won!)

Happy reading!

Don’t forget to check out all the other Smut for Good blogs- http://smutforgood.co.uk/a-snog-for-sommer/ from some of the very best in the business, including Kd Grace, Victoria Blisse, Alison Tyler, Janine Ashbless and many many more!

So lovely readers, just hop around the different blogs and different snogs all day from today, and you’ll be able to win prizes! If you can donate some money too that would be absolutely wonderful. If you can manage to share the Snog for Summer too that’d be great. Here’s an example of a message you could post on twitter (it’s short enough) and facebook to spread the word:

Snog for Sommer! Enjoy the excerpts, win prizes and donate to help @sommer_marsden and family fight cancer! http://ht.ly/Ao8Lv

Kay xx

Lucy Felthouse delivers some Timeless Desire!

Today I’m featuring the release of Lucy Felthouse’s latest release!

Out Now – Timeless Desire by Lucy Felthouse @cw1985 #erotica #romance #paranormal #ghost

Blurb:

Emily arrives at Westbury Hall with a job to do. She’s to clean and conserve all of the books in their impressive library, preserving them for future generations. Not long into her stay at the house, she bumps into the night guard, George. She’d expected an old, balding guy with a comb over, so the hunky chap she actually meets is a very pleasant surprise. The introductions complete, George leaves Emily in peace to get on with her job. But when a falling photograph sets off a chain reaction of ghostly events, Emily and George are thrown together in order to find out who—or what—is causing them. Their investigation uncovers a tragic past, a lost love, and a stunning secret.

PLEASE NOTE: This is a revised and extended of a previously published title, Love Through Time.

Available from: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-...

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...

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Excerpt:

Emily received some strange looks and frowns from the people she passed as she walked across the graveled drive towards the front entrance of Westbury Hall. She could appreciate their confusion. It was closing time for the stately home and the last of the visitors were being politely ushered out of the building, yet she was heading inside. What’s more, she’d been invited. She had a job to do.

An elderly lady stood in the porch smiling and nodding as she held the door open for those departing the property. Most of them seemed in no hurry to leave, stopping to make comments to the woman, thanking her for a lovely visit and so on. Emily waited patiently, allowing the patrons to leave before attempting to get in. When the staff member—most likely a volunteer, Emily thought—caught sight of her, she gave her a polite nod of acknowledgment.

Finally, the last of Westbury Hall’s visitors moved out, leaving Emily free to enter. Climbing the single stone step to the threshold of the front porch, she took the hand that had already been offered to her.

Shaking Emily’s hand with a surprising firmness, the woman said, “You must be Miss Stone.” Her smart appearance and the intelligence in her eyes indicated that despite her advancing age, she was far from past it, “I’m Mrs. Thompson, house supervisor.”

“I am,” replied Emily, dropping her hand back to her side, “but please, call me Emily. It’s lovely to meet you. So, house supervisor? Do you live on site?” Not a volunteer, then, but a paid member of staff.

Indicating Emily should step inside the entrance hall, Mrs. Thompson proceeded to close and lock the porch and front doors of the house, securing them in.

“I do,” the older woman said, turning back to face Emily, “I have rooms in a separate building just off the back of this one. So you needn’t worry about me disturbing you.”

“Oh no,” said Emily, worried she’d inadvertently rubbed Mrs.  Thompson up the wrong way, “I didn’t mean that. I was just curious, that’s all. You’re more than welcome to see me at work, Mrs. Thompson, although I’m afraid you won’t see anything terribly exciting.”

Mrs. Thompson smiled now, the warmth reaching her eyes. Emily almost sagged with relief. She’d yet to see the extent of the work she had to do, but she’d been told it was no easy task, so she could be here for some time. The last thing she needed was to upset any of the staff.

“Oh, you’d be surprised, my dear. This is a fascinating old place. Of course, all these old houses have history, but Westbury Hall’s is particularly rich.”

Emily smiled. The woman’s enthusiasm was infectious. “Well then,” she replied, “I can’t wait to learn more about it. I hope you’ll feed me some historical tidbits throughout the time I’m here?”

Mrs. Thompson gave an enigmatic smile. Then, startling Emily somewhat, she turned smartly on her heel and walked deeper into the house. “Come, my dear, I won’t hold you up any longer. I’ll show you to the library, where you’ll soon start uncovering Westbury’s illustrious history for yourself.”

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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

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Happy reading,

Kay xx

Tied to the Kitchen Sink- A Little Cupboard BDSM

Here I am, home from a wet and windy holiday, and ready to get back into routine- so ~I thought I’d kick off by sharing a little of my BDSM short story collection, Tied to the Kitchen Sink.

BLURB- Will can hardly believe his eyes when he receives the ultimate in birthday gifts. Karen, the girl of his fantasies, has been left tied to his kitchen sinks’ taps, ready to be played with exactly as he chooses. Meanwhile, Becky is having a spank filled first day in her new job, and a BDSM curious male allows himself to be lured into a dominatrix’s layer, by the tempting lyrics of a truly bad poem. Whether bound in ropes or handcuffs, as they are shackled to the bed, kitchen sink, or within the confines of a fetishists supply cupboard, the willing victims of Tied to the Kitchen Sinks’ kinky S&M and BDSM action, find their darkest and sexiest dreams coming true.

One of the elements of writing erotica that I enjoy the most is to take random mundane things, such as hairbrushes, books, chairs, or cardboard boxes, and give them far more interesting uses than the one they were designed for. With the three short stories tucked within the e-pages of my anthology, Tied to the Kitchen Sink, I had particular fun playing with this idea.

The use of a kitchen sink in the first (and title) story is far more interesting than just for washing up in! And in the final story, The Bad Poet, the implications hidden within a poorly written poem are played out over a small table and a bed that holds far more than sheets, pillows and a duvet!

It was with the middle story, Becky, which takes place in a very unusual office, where even the most minor mistake is punished by the BDSM obsessed boss and his secretary, Miss Harriet, that I had the most fun. Not only did I completely corrupt the use of blotting paper (no, I’m not going to tell you how!), but I totally rethought the type of items that might be found in an office stationery cupboard…

…It is an unusual cupboard. From floor to ceiling in height, it has an increased depth hidden behind its grey metal doors. The shelves that surrounded the walls are set well back so that at least two people could occupy the remaining space with the doors closed. On every shelf there was a collection of instruments; canes, whips, paddles, nipple clamps. There was all the necessary material to keep a correction freak going for years; ribbons, ropes, cuffs, chains, gags. The more you looked the more your heart froze and your eyes widened. Becky looked. Her face revealed nothing.

Miss Harriet had silently come out of her office. Without a word she stood behind Becky and helped her off with her remaining clothes. She was so beautiful. I realised I hadn’t really looked at Becky properly before. I already wanted to touch; I began to imagine her beating my breasts with a short stick, before soothing them with her tongue.

I came back to reality. Such feelings must not be displayed here. Becky was now just inside the cupboard doors, facing her audience. She seemed to shine. How had she got to this point so quickly? It had taken me many beatings before I had learnt to enjoy it, and even after nearly eighteen months I could never be so open about it. I still have the shame. Maybe I need it.

Becky stared through us as she looked straight ahead. Miss Harriet had taken one of her slim wrists and was tying it to a conveniently placed hook on one of the shelves with a silk cord. Then the other wrist was secured, then the ankles, and finally, a thin silver collar was snapped securely around her neck, its long leather lead dangling provocatively between her breasts.

Miss Harriet stepped out of the cupboard and looked to her boss for approval. He nodded. I could clearly see, when I dared to glance, that his dick was straining against his suit trousers. They shut the doors of the cupboard and we all heard Becky gasp. She had expected pain, arousal. They had given her nothing…

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If you fancy discovering what that blotting paper was used for, just how awful my poetry can be, and exactly how the kitchen sink was misused, you can buy Tied to the Kitchen Sink at Amazon UK, Amazon.com, and all good e-retailers.

Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tied-Kitchen-Sink-BDSM-Erotica-ebook/dp/B008J46P1W/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1391959394&sr=8-1&keywords=Tied+to+the+kitchen+sink+kay+jaybee

Amazon.com – http://www.amazon.com/Tied-Kitchen-Sink-BDSM-Erotica-ebook/dp/B008J46P1W/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1391959472&sr=8-1&keywords=Tied+to+the+kitchen+sink+kay+jaybee

Happy reading!

Kay xx

 

 

 

A Little Holiday Reading…

Hello lovely readers- I’m away on my holidays at the moment, so I thought I’d leave you with something nice to read while I’m away- fancy a trip to Tunisia?

Digging Deep Blurb-

Dr Beth Andrew’s first foreign excavation as a site leader, which she co-run’s with the American archaeologist Dr Harrison Harris, gets off to a shaky start due to the jealous interference of Harrison’s ex, and an overzealous student… Love and lust really can cloud even the cleverest person’s judgement!

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Influenced by my own adventures as an archaeologist in Africa, Digging Deep is the second of my Carid stories for Xcite.

Extract-

Hidden away in the garden at the rear of the house they were staying in, taking advantage of a few moments’ peace between the end of the morning’s digging and lunch, Harrison rested his back against the shaded trunk of a large-leafed palm tree. He’d told himself he was there so he could update his notes without being disturbed, but he knew he was really just avoiding Beth.

He screwed his eyes up against the ideas that seemed to circle on continuous loop through his head. She is a decade younger than me, lives in another continent, and is a colleague. So don’t even think about it! Determined not to contradict this train of thought with reminders of how badly he wanted to find out how far Beth’s freckles travelled across her body, what the spring of her russet ringlets would feel like in his fingers, or speculate about how she seemed to make him laugh even when the most ordinary words came out of her mouth in her cute English accent, Harrison had decided to keep as much distance between himself and Beth as possible. It would help if she wasn’t so damn good at her job.

He sighed hard. Work relationships were never a good idea – especially when they were only destined to work together for three months of the year! His year with Linda, Beth’s predecessor, had proved that. Anyway, such indiscretions were unprofessional, and Harrison had always prided himself on his professionalism.

As he urged himself to stop contemplating why Beth, in her multiple layers of clothing, felt more attractive to him than any of the semi-clad females who worked around the site, Harrison suddenly sensed that he wasn’t alone. Lifting his head from his notes, he saw Candida lounging against the wall on the opposite side of the dust-soiled garden.

His heart sank. Of all his students, she was the last person he felt like talking to. For a second, Harrison assumed she’d been looking for him, but swallowed a muted murmur of relief when she faced the other way, and tapped urgently against the touch screen of her phone.

Intent on staying focused on the report he was writing, Harrison sat silently against the side of the house, hoping that his student wouldn’t spot him. Bending his head to his work, Harrison snapped it up again as Candida’s grating voice echoed around the small, square garden.

‘Of course I’m not ignoring your calls.’

Raising his eyebrows, he immediately felt sorry for whoever was at the other end of the phone. Candida might well have been a sight for sore eyes with her rounded chest, flat stomach, and tanned legs that seemed to go on forever, but her voice was enough to scour the varnish off wood, and her “I’m beautiful and therefore you will love me” attitude was proof, if any was needed, that Candida Harker was Daddy’s little princess through and through. Not for the first time, Harrison cursed that the “daddy” in question was the owner of Harker International, the company providing most of the sponsorship for the dig, and so her presence on the team was secured each time Colorado University came to the site.

Harrison’s attempts to ignore the rest of her conversation were abruptly halted as Candida pronounced down the phone, ‘Well, you were right. She should have an eye kept on her. Who’d have thought it of someone so mousy and dull? I mean, she is so white and spotty she could be mistaken for the ghost of a leopard!’

There was a break from Candida’s high-decibel yakking, as whoever was on the other end of the call spoke, before she responded, ‘Well, yes, it seems she does have some sort of MILF quality. I tell you, no American guy would humiliate himself like that with anyone who wasn’t at least of goddess status. Which she most certainly is not! And not because he was in her debt!’

Trying not to care which of the English students Candida was ripping apart, and hoping like hell that everyone else was out of earshot of her diatribe, Harrison frowned as his student went on.

‘Supervisory skills? How the hell should I know? I’m on Harrison’s team, thank God. And will not be swapping under any circumstances.’

Harrison’s head jerked back up, his ears straining for information. Beth? She was bad-mouthing Beth. Why? He didn’t dare even rustle his papers, although he was sure Candida was so involved in her call that an entire herd of elephants could go by and she wouldn’t notice.

‘Yes, I know, but I don’t want …’

There was an odd hint of panic in his student’s voice now, and Harrison began to wish that the person on the other end of the phone was as loud as Candida, so he could hear whatever it was they were saying.

‘OK – well, I wasn’t going to tell you this …’

Like hell. Harrison recognised when Candida was building up to spill some slanderous scandal.

‘I don’t think it is her ability as an archaeologist that is in question. It is her relationship with her students. With one student in particular.’

A vision of Beth’s flushed face as she sat on Ryan’s lap, after the snake had frightened her, flashed through Harrison’s brain.

Candida was nodding in satisfaction, her previously concerned countenance replaced with one of smug relief. ‘Yes. Yes, that’s right.’

Harrison closed his eyes. Who the hell was on the end of that line? He gripped his papers, physically having to stop himself from getting up and ripping the cell phone from Candida’s hand so he could challenge the unseen recipient.

‘Well, OK, but it isn’t pretty.’ Candida paused as if for dramatic effect, as Harrison impatiently waited to hear what her coup de grâce against his colleague was going to be. A feeling of foreboding crept ever faster up his spine as he heard her say, ‘One of her students is fucking her in return for her silence.’

Harrison felt as though he’d swallowed an orange whole as a triumphant Candida went on. ‘Yes! Every day! Just so she won’t tell anyone he broke the mosaic he was excavating. Apparently, yesterday lunchtime Beth made Ryan beg! Can you credit it! She actually made him beg! And all that time the bitch was naked and getting a good time up on the open roof. Fuck! I mean, what would she have made him do if he’d smashed the whole thing, and not just crumbled the edge a bit?’

With the use of Beth’s name, the last vestige of hope that Harrison had been mistaken about what he’d heard evaporated. It isn’t true, he told himself. It can’t be – can it? But what is Candida up to? His appetite for lunch disappeared as, with morbid fascination, he continued to listen …

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If you’d like to find out what happens next, then Digging Deep is available as a Cariad e-novella or paperback from –

cheap levitra http://drjudy4health.com/ http://mentalhealthnews.org/about/ Amazon UK - http://www.amazon.co.uk/Digging-Deep-Cariad-Singles-Book-ebook/dp/B00L2GR7C0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1404411608&sr=1-1&keywords=Digging+Deep+kay+jaybee

Amazon.com-  http://www.amazon.com/Digging-Deep-Cariad-Singles-Book-ebook/dp/B00L2GR7C0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1404411692&sr=1-1&keywords=digging+deep+kay+jaybee

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Happy holidays!!

Kay xxx