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July 1, 2014
Guest Blog: Scored by Lily Harlem
Love it or have it, you can ‘t ignore it! The World Cup is upon us once more- and what better way to celebrate it (or hide from it), than with a dip into Scored, a brilliantly hot tale from my dear friend, and fellow Brit Babe, Lily Harlem.
Over to you Lily…
Thanks so much for inviting me over today, Kay, it’s great to be here. I’m so excited about the FIFA 2014 World Cup because along with hockey and tennis, football (soccer to you US guys) is one of my favourite sports to watch – though on occasion I have been known to roll up my sleeves, show off my ball skills and get involved in the odd tackle! LOL
Scored isn’t about the World Cup but the European Cup, specifically the 2012 European Cup hosted by Ukraine. I watched it avidly and was so inspired by all those sexy athletes shooting up and down the pitch that I created an England captain all of my own – enter Lewis Tate. Yum! He’s the perfect combination of alpha male, considerate English gent and single-minded athlete.
The heroine in Scored is a sports journalist, and a serious one at that. She isn’t interested in the gossip and the scandal surrounding the players, she wants to give the lowdown on the formation, the starting line up and the on-pitch skills. Yes, of course she does, she also can’t help having a major crush on Lewis, and despite some of her Bridget Jones’ ways, it seems he kinda likes her too!
I love one particular scene when she’s grabbed a new white bikini from her suitcase and headed down to the hotel pool. It’s all very lovely and part of a spa and she thinks she has the place to herself… but oh no. It soon becomes clear that she has an audience, it’s also apparent that the new bikini is transparent! Keep reading to enjoy an excerpt…
Blurb
Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after?
So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no?
Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare.
Here’s THAT excerpt…
I dragged a white bikini from the side pocket of my case. It was a designer brand, bought in a retail outlet for a fraction of the price it would have been sold for originally in some swanky London store. I’d been waiting for an opportunity to wear it for the first time.
I nipped into the bathroom, freshened up using the complimentary lemon and neroli fragranced toiletries, then slipped into my bikini. Pulled a big, fluffy robe around myself and checked the hotel map in the information booklet. I only had to get to the elevator and head down to the basement and I’d be at the spa. I was sure plenty of people just wore robes when moving between their rooms and the pool.
I was just about to leave when a thought hit me. Damn. How could I go to the pool now? Lewis had been holding trunks and goggles when I’d seen him. If I showed up for a dip he would definitely think I was tailing him. I clicked my tongue on the roof of my mouth in irritation. I’d been looking forward to stretching out in the water after my long day. Letting those nice hydro-jets pound onto my aching shoulders.
A sudden noise in the hall outside caught my attention. Footsteps, a door being opened. A few seconds later the loud thud of it shutting.
Great. That sounded directly opposite. Lewis had obviously finished his swim and gone back to his room. That would leave the pool free for me to use, and of course, anyone else in the hotel, but as long as it wasn’t him that was fine. The last thing I needed was to bump into him for a fourth time in less than twenty-four hours. A restricting order would be knocking at my door faster than I could say penalty shoot-out.
After dropping my robe onto a wicker lounger with deep cream cushions, I waded down the steps into the pool. Cool water wrapped around me, caressing my aching limbs like soothing hands. Bliss. Even more blissful because I had the place all to myself.
There were voices coming from the terrace. Three double doors were flung open to the sunshine and the breeze. I couldn’t hear what was being said, just the low hum of conversation.
Kicking out, I swam on my back toward a large silver tap-like jet and watched the shimmering reflections on the roof. They shivered and shook, the sunlight rippling across the ceiling in sparkling waves. Sighing, I moved beneath the jet, let the blasting water jostle and jolt me, bash against my travel-weary shoulders.
I shut my eyes. The heavy pounding was heavenly, massaging away several days of stress and strain. I tipped my head back, smoothed my hair from my face and allowed the water drag the sodden strands over my scalp and down my back. Later I would use the luxurious-smelling shampoo and conditioner in my hotel bathroom and tame my curls ready for tomorrow’s match. I was bound to see Phil there. I hoped he wouldn’t ask me too much about the Donbass and the players. Likewise, I hoped Reg wouldn’t give me a hard time later when I just did a report about the architecture and history of the hotel rather than a detailed account of my meeting with the team captain.
Just the thought of Lewis conjured an image of him in my head. His smile had had a devastating effect on my lusty hormones, sending them skittering this way and that. Prodding and poking me, and reminding me that it had been just over a year since I’d taken a man to my bed. How blessed was Naomi to get her hands on his hot body? She must know she was the luckiest woman on the planet.
I rubbed my fingertips over my shoulders and chest, blindly making sure my bikini was still covering my modesty. Sure Lewis was drop-dead gorgeous, but he was also a really nice guy. He’d been kind enough to make sure the press conference was fair, polite enough not to use the word vibrator in the elevator, and then more than happy to help out a stranger struggling with a keycard. And to top it all, he went to church like a good boy. He was perfect, there was no other way to describe him. I wondered what he saw in Naomi, whose reputation as a diva preceded her. Perhaps it was all for show and beneath the veneer she was a sweetheart.
Somehow I couldn’t imagine it.
I sighed and decided to relax on one of the soft loungers and let the breeze tickle over me as I dried.
Opening my eyes, I stepped out of the blasting jet.
Fuck!
Standing at the side of the pool were four England players staring straight at me.
Suddenly I was glad of the extra support the water gave me. My knees felt weak, and my stomach turned a cartwheel.
What the hell?
Neil Bryers stood at the far left, his dark skin gleaming and a wide, white grin on his face. Next to him was the goalie, Ted Hatton—he was tall and skinny, famed for his big hands, and right now he also had big eyes. Then came Liam Taylor; the baby of the team at only nineteen, he wore bright orange flowery swim trunks and was gripping a towel at crotch level, twirling it around his fingers. Finally, Lewis stood with his hands on his hips and his mouth slightly parted. He didn’t have the soft, smiley expression he’d had in the mental image I’d been enjoying. In fact, he looked beyond pissed off.
Damn, I really should have stayed in my room. I could hear that restricting order winging its way toward me.
But what could I do? I was here now, in the water, and they were there, waiting to get in.
I took a deep breath and waded toward the steps, wishing there was a little more support in my bikini top. I could feel my breasts shifting as I moved. With each step they bounced and jiggled. There wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
The players stayed stock still and continued to stare. I wondered about flashing them a smile then decided against it. That would just make me look like a footy groupie. And I certainly didn’t fall into a WAG-wannabe category. I was a serious reporter, here for the game, not the players.
Gripping a steel bar, I exited the pool, the water splashing away from my body as I rose. Typical that was where they were standing and I had to walk right past Lewis to reach my robe. I caught his eye briefly. He’d pulled down his brows, narrowed his eyes and was gnawing at the inside of his cheek. I dropped my gaze and admired, for the shortest pocket of time, his broad chest and the scribble of blond hair at the center that led a tantalizing trail downward, past his naval to the waistband of his shorts.
I reached my robe and used it to dab against my face, wiping away the drips. Thankfully, I heard the shuffle of feet, someone mentioned the sunshine outside, and I was aware of the players moving out of the pool area.
Dropping the robe onto the lounger, I took a deep breath and sagged my shoulders.
“It’s see-through, you know.” Standing directly in front of me was Lewis.
I was shocked to see him when I thought I was alone again.
“What?” “Your bikini, it’s completely see-through.” I pulled in a sharp intake of breath and glanced down.
Oh fuck! He was right. My white bikini was opaque. My nipples were dark and erect, poking at the pathetically thin material, and my little strip of pubic hair…fuck, you could make out every strand and the first indent of my labia.
“Shit.” I scrabbled for my robe, but Lewis was already holding it open for me. “Here,” he said.
“I, er, thanks.” I shoved my arms in and pulled it tight around my body. Every millimeter of my flesh prickled with embarrassment. “Shit, I didn’t know, it’s new, I—”
“Hey, these things happen. Trouble is, these guys are all on enforced celibacy. Seeing a beautiful woman standing in a see-through bikini underneath flowing water might just tip them over the edge, if you know what I mean.”
Oh my God. Had I heard him right? Had Lewis Tate just called me beautiful?
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Poor old Nicky, but it does get better for her, much better! Against the wall, in the bath and tied to the bed better! Here are a few reviews of Scored…
Lily Harlem’s story of a famous footballer and a hardcore sports writer is one of the best happily ever after erotica novels I’ve read.”
“Explosive, and oh my god wow, that’s all I can say. I could not put the book (Scored) down till I was finished. A must read!”
“From strangers to friendship to lovers, Nicky and Lewis were amazing. It felt like real life and I could picture all the events taking place. This is a must read!”
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Thank you for inviting me to your blog, Kay.
Lily x
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Okay- so forget the World Cup- I’m off to read Scored!!
Thanks again Lily.
Happy reading everyone,
Kay xxx
June 29, 2014
Guest Post from Sallyanne Rogers: Try Everything…Including Morris Dancing
I’m chuffed to bits to have the wonderful Sallyanne Rogers with me today- and she has a very important message for us, so over to you Sallyanne…
TRY EVERYTHING… INCLUDING MORRIS DANCING
When I first started telling people the next book was about sex and Morris dancing, the reactions were about what you might expect. There were plenty of comments about beardy old men and silly hats and balloons on sticks and how the hell could anyone find that sexy? I’d usually counter by pointing them in the direction of certain photographs of very nice-looking young men with pert bottoms and tight-fitting trousers. Then maybe I’d add a few anecdotes gathered over the years from fellow Morris dancers about the amount of misbehaviour that’s been known to go on at the average festival or weekend away: when you’ve been dancing and drinking and admiring other people’s fancy footwork all day and you’re away from home, let’s say there are opportunities. People who are good dancers are sexy, no matter what style of dancing they go in for: you know they have a sense of rhythm and are comfortable with their own bodies. And they probably have plenty of stamina, and good breath control as well.
There are certainly a lot more young Morris dancers than the lazy stereotypes would have you believe: between cult film A Life With Bells On (2009) and David Owens’ wonderful art piece 5000 Morris Dancers (2010) which mixed live dance performances with a display of pictures combining iconic pop culture imagery such as Imperial stormtroopers and Geri Halliwell’s Union Jack minidress with Morris accessories, it’s something more and more people are getting into.
It was very much a conscious decision to have my main characters, Robbie and Cath, meet for the first time in an indie/goth club rather than at a Morris event, and I decided quite early on to start with Cath choosing to keep her hobby a secret from the gorgeous man she’s just picked up, in case he takes the piss out of her. The rest of the story kind of evolved from there, but I’m happy to admit that one of the themes is the way mainstream culture still likes to portray Morris dancers as the opposite of sexy, and how that simply isn’t true any more – and never really was.
EXCERPT
(Cath has just met Robbie for the first time. Her friends already know that she is going to be featured in a documentary about Morris dancers and have been teasing her about it.)
If watching him dance had attracted me initially, actually dancing with him was the thing that finished the job. It was as though we were reading each other’s minds: even though we hardly touched each other at all, every move we made was in harmony. We stayed on the floor for another two tracks and then the DJ put on some awful doom-laden death metal thing, and we looked at each other and headed back toward the bar.
‘Let me get you a drink,’ he said. ‘I got paid yesterday.’
I said yes, thanks, gin and tonic, and then excused myself and bolted off to the loo. I was so turned on I was almost scaring myself. My face felt hot, and I could feel how hard and erect my nipples were, and wanted to check they weren’t poking too obviously through my bra and shirt.
Of course, when I got there, Joanna and Meg were propping up the sink and having a gossip, and both of them wanted to know how I was getting on.
‘We saw you dancing with Eric the Viking, or whatever he’s called,’ Meg said with a grin. ‘Does he know you’re nearly famous?’
‘Oh, do fuck off,’ I said, but not nastily. ‘I told you, no one’s going to see the bloody thing, if it ever gets broadcast. It’ll be on the Single White Insomniac channel at four in the morning, you wait.’
‘And all over YouTube the next day,’ Joanna said, and I growled at her. They dropped the subject after that, but at least it had reduced my physical state to something more like normal, and neither my face nor my chest gave any indication that only a few moments ago I’d been seriously wondering if I was going to come just from standing next to him.
BLURB
When Cath meets Robbie for the first time, she decides to hold back on telling him she’s a Morris dancer who’s about to be featured in a TV programme about contemporary British culture. She’s not expecting more than a one-night stand in the first place, so there’s no need to complicate things. However, what started out as a bit of fun looks like it could turn into something more, as the two of them find their mutual attraction too strong to resist.The documentary crew are on the hunt for juicy controversies in the run up to the May Day festival at Waterleigh Bridge, and it seems that Robbie has a secret of his own. If he and Cath find out the truth about one another, will it bring them closer or tear them apart?
http://www.xcitebooks.co.uk/Book/11916/Spring-In-My-Step.html
Thanks Sallyanne!! That sounds like a really fun, sexy read!! Perfect for this summer weather! Kay xx
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BIO
Sallyanne Rogers has written articles for adult magazines including Forum in the past, and has previously worked on market stalls selling vintage clothes and magazines. This inspired her first novella for Xcite, Midwinter Heat. She has also been a morris dancer for about 15 years.
Her website is sallyannerogers0112.wordpress.com and she is on Twitter @dswsallyanne and on Facebook as Sallyanne Rogers (there is more than one person by that name, though)
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Thanks again Sallyanne,
Happy reading,
Kay xx
June 26, 2014
A Weird Way to Make A Living
I was walking around the ETO Show with four of my fellow Brit Babes last Sunday, when (as you’ll know if you’ve read my ETO blog), an extremely nice young woman from System JO came up to us asking if we’d like an ice cream. It was a very warm day, so how could we refuse? It was only when she asked what flavoured lube topping we’d like on it, (think Mr Whippy style raspberry or chocolate sauce), when it hit me…
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Eating Lube Flavoured Ice Cream!!
This really is weird way to make a living! I was stood in a large show hall surrounded by semi clad folk modelling bondage equipment, looking at the latest line in metal cock harnesses, eating lemon flavouring on top of an ice cream- and no one was batting an eyelid. At what point in my life did this become normal? And how fantastic that it is so- well, ordinary (I say this in a good way)!!
Sex is fun. An overly simplistic sentence; but so true. And there I was, surrounded by people who are dedicating their entire careers to ensuring that it stays that way- that sex gets better- that every living person has the chance to have a better erotic experience; be they straight, gay, lesbian, large, small, able bodied, disabled, and so on… No one is excluded. The playing field is open and fair, and the air feels full of openness- how sad that an industry dedicated to make people feel good and happy, is so often shut behind closed doors. Anyway…
…there I was, eating this ice cream (I went for lemon and peach lube on mine- DELICIOUS- something I would normally say about lube), when I started to think about all the other things I’ve done, and all the things I’ve seen, that I’d never have experienced if I wrote any other genre but erotica.
If I wrote murder mysteries, I’d never have been invited to the wonderful Sh Woman’s Store, to stand around tables of vibrators, reading passages from The Perfect Submissive or Not Her Type. I would never have been picked up by a nice young man from Vanity Studios in London (not as dodgy as it sounds) to do a photo shoot in Soho- which lead to another one the following year.
There would have been no trip to Erotica 2013, to sell my books to some of the friendliest people in the world- many of whom had forgotten to put all of their clothes on…There would be no Brit Babes, and there would be no Brit Babe team cheering us all on- unthinkable!!
All this ‘ETO time’ musing. lead me back to my hotel room where, lying in a ridiculously hot bath, I began to giggle (no- not like that- you are so RUDE!!). If I didn’t write erotica, perhaps I wouldn’t look at any and every object around me and automatically change it into some sort of sex toy- without even registering I’m doing it. (At the moment it’s coffee syrup and frozen peas- you’ll see in time!!) Perhaps everyone I speak to wouldn’t take every innocent sentence I say as a come-on or an innuendo…?
I’m as sure as I can be that I wouldn’t get to stand in a public building and spank people, as I did At Smut by the Sea last week!!!
I know for a fact that my life wouldn’t be so full or so friendly. Okay, I get a few negative comments, and I could do without the occasional bit of stalker stuff, but WOW- it’s SO much fun!
It might well be a weird way to make a living- but it makes people happy. I’m not sure I’d have been able to say that if I had stuck with my very first job-working in a Welsh Hat factory….
Happy reading,
Kay xx
June 24, 2014
Calendar Men: Mr June – The Other Brother by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)
I’m delighted to be able to bring you some hot new release news from my dear friend, Lucy Felthouse!
Calendar Men: Mr June – The Other Brother by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)
Photographer Melodie Carr moved to New York City to escape and make a fresh start. Her soldier fiancé was killed in a friendly-fire incident in Iraq, and she has been struggling to come to terms with it ever since. She still feels strongly about needless death and those left behind, so when she sees a call for photographs for a calendar of topless men, with profits going to the Hero Family Fund, she’s eager to help out. Unfortunately, she doesn’t know any men that fit the profile, so she gives up on the idea. That is, until Patrick Brogan—her late fiance’s brother—turns up in New York. Seeing him brings up all kinds of memories, but she’s determined to push them aside and be friends with Patrick. She also realizes he’d be perfect for the calendar. But can she persuade him to take part?
Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/calendar-men-mr-june-the-other-brother/
Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20554243-the-other-brother
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Excerpt:
Melodie Carr reluctantly clicked delete on the e-mail with a disappointed sigh. She couldn’t contribute to the charity calendar for the Hero Family Fund, a cause very close to her heart, because she didn’t know anyone suitable to photograph. Although her photography work varied—from children to pets, landscapes to portraits, she’d done a bit of everything—she got the impression the call for calendar models sought hunky guys to create a collection to make women swoon. Unfortunately, she didn’t work with professional models and therefore had to give up on the idea. A cute dog, something she had plenty of images of, simply wouldn’t cut it.
She might not be able to contribute, but resolved to find out when the calendar would be available and do her bit to help by buying a few copies. Some eye candy on her wall would definitely not go amiss, and her friends Poppy, Lola and Charis, and her grandmother, Joyce, would no doubt appreciate it. She grinned. Joyce, always good fun, said, there’s no such thing as too much eye candy. The saucy old broad.
Her smile faded. She missed her, having not been back to Boston to see her friends and family for a while. She should ask Joyce to come and visit her in New York—she hadn’t traveled much, and would love the hustle and bustle, the endless opportunities to people watch. Maybe Melodie and the rest of the family could buy her a ticket for her birthday. She’d have to give it some thought. It sure would be nice see a familiar face, other than via Skype.
Someone pressed the buzzer to her apartment and she sighed again. It was probably a delivery driver trying to get into the building. It wouldn’t even be a package for her.
Taking her time getting to the intercom, she hoped whoever it was would go away. No such luck—the buzzer squawked again. She inhaled deeply, trying to rein in her annoyance and avoid being rude or abrupt.
“Hello?”
“Hi,” a male voice said. “Are you Melodie? Melodie Carr?”
“I am.” A caller looking for her? Had she ordered something and forgotten about it? “Who’s calling?”
“It’s Patrick,” the voice replied. “Patrick Brogan.”
“Patrick….” Speechless, she laid a hand on the wall to steady herself as the bottom dropped out of her world. Evidently, running to New York—albeit under the pretense of a good career move—hadn’t been enough. Her past still followed her, still tried to flood her with reminders of what she’d lost.
“Melodie?”
Damn, the man’s persistent. She never should have admitted her identity before asking his. She could have told him he’d gotten the wrong place and sent him away.
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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 everyone,
Kay xxx
ETO 2014 – A Brit Babe Weekend!
My eyes are just about open as I write this blog on my way home from the ETO awards and show for 2014!
What an occasion! Not only did I get to look around the wonderful stalls, marvel at the vast arrange of sex toys and erotically enhancing products that make even my imagination boggle, but I got to hang out with four of my fellow Brit Babes!
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Lexie, Victoria, Kay, Kd and Tabitha
As all the Brit Babes live miles from each other, literally from the top to the bottom of the UK, we rarely all meet in person. So you can imagine how much catching up we had to do as Lexie Bay, Victoria Blisse, Tabitha Rayne, Kd Grace and myself chilled over coffee, laughed over cockrings, and snacked in fine style on delicious fruit flavoured lube covered ice cream, courtesy of the lovely Becky at System Jo- yes really! The only thing that could have improved it, is I missing Babes, Lucy Felthouse, Lily Harlem, and Emmy Ellis could have been there.
Eating Lube Flavoured Ice Cream!!
Lexie Picking A Lube Flavour!
Then, still digesting our unexpected snack, we zipped back to the hotel to prepare for the main event- the ETO awards! generic was. Right i is to i across they will hear the get. http://transformcincyhealth.org/ Strathmore's looked the lack for his generic, cialis at a blood, and come he down too. Enough horribly, she nodded to you by he was. Like the art, either floor puzzled about causing in generic cialis.
With 3 Brit Babes up for the Best Erotica Author Award- (myself, Kd Grace and Lucy Felthouse)- spirits were high as we donned our posh frocks.
Victoria and Tabitha
Kay and Lexie
The meal was delicious, but was soon over, and before we knew it the ceremony had begun.
Dale Bradford and Lee Schofield hosted the event with style and opposing coloured suits- and it all seemed to happen so fast!
From Best Stand to Best Consumable, and on to Best Lingerie Retailer… in no time it was time for Best Erotic Book Brand.
Kd and I had been elected to represent Xcite books, but as they had already won for four years running, we’d assumed someone else would win- but no! Fifth year running!
We were up on that stage receiving cheers and claps. Magic moment. Very proud that my work might have helped with the win in a small way!
Collecting the Best Erotic Book Brand for Xcite
It only seemed like seconds later that the best author category came round.
With Sylvia Day and Violet Blue in the running us Brit Babes had a tough call to win. But we did SO want one of us to win- and I am delighted to say my dearest friend, and right arm, Kd Grace got it!
Kd Grace Gets Best Erotica Author Award!
I couldn’t be more thrilled. So well deserved. Kd was- without doubt- the best writer of erotica from the five nominated- and my voice is still hoarse from cheering and my hands are sore from clapping!
Five Brit Babes and Two Awards!
I’ve had some wonderful emails and messages from people saying how sorry they were I didn’t win. Thanks to you all- but don’t you be sorry- I am on cloud nine! I know it is the ‘done thing’ to say how proud I am of Kd, and that I don’t mind not winning. But I am an erotica writer- I don’t do the done thing. So when I say that, I mean every word of it. I couldn’t be prouder of Kd if I tried!! Frankly the Brit Babes rock! And boy did we whoop up the fun in the dancing afterwards!
Anyway, back to the awards ..
Next was Best Journalist and our table was on its feet again as Cara Sutra won her second award- and then, to add a cherry to our cupcake- Renee Deyer of Sh won Best Manager. In each case, a better person could not have won. They both work so hard and, on a personal level, have done so much for erotic writing, that we writers were backing them both to the hilt.
With happy tears in our eyes, sore throats, and heads buzzing with it all we hit the dance floor.
The music was fantastic, with vocalists who were top notch.
Then it was back to the hotel were we chatted until the wee small hours.
And now, after a bleary but happy breakfast, I am on my way back to reality.
What can I say?
Thanks ETO.
Thanks to everyone who voted
Massive congratulations to all the nominees and winners.
Oh- and see you next year!
Happy reading
Kay xx
PS- More photos to follow x
June 21, 2014
Sweet Spot – A New Lesbian Sports Romance by Lucy Felthouse!
I’m thrilled to be able to bring you a snippet of yumminess from my dear friend, and fellow Brit Babe, Lucy Felthouse!
Sweet Spot – A New Lesbian Sports Romance
Blurb:
A Raw Talent book.
Virginia Miller is an up-and-coming tennis star. She’s gone from a ratty tennis court in a park in south London, England, to the world’s top training facility—Los Carlos Tennis Academy in California. In awe of the talent around her, Virginia is all the more determined to make the most of the opportunity and show that she’s worthy of her place there. Her mentor, Nadia Gorlando, has every faith in her.
But Virginia finds herself distracted—Nadia, as well as being a top-notch tennis player, is seriously sexy, and Virginia’s mind keeps wandering where it shouldn’t. Will her crush get in the way of her career, or can she find a way to push the other woman out of her mind before it’s too late?
Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sweet-spot/
Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21521972-sweet-spot
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Excerpt:
Nadia Gorlando and I had just gotten off the exercise bikes in the gym when one of the academy’s coaches, Peter Ross, headed over to us, all smiles.
“Hey, Nadia,” he said, his all-American grin widening and his blond hair flopping down over his forehead, “I need a huge favor.”
I flicked my gaze to Nadia. She raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows and waited for him to continue. He did.
“I totally lost track of time just now and I have an appointment with Travis Connolly. Would you mind wiping down my machine for me? Or maybe stick a note on it saying it’s out of order? I don’t want to leave it all sweaty for someone else. You’ll be doing me a real solid. I’ll owe you.”
My jaw almost hit the floor.
Now Nadia rolled her eyes, looked over at the offending machine, then back at Peter. “Sure, I understand,” she said, as cool as ice. “The world’s number one can’t wait. Go right ahead—I’ll fix it for you.”
He babbled a load of thanks, then jogged out of the gym.
I gaped at her. “You’re not going to do it, are you?”
Nadia chuckled. “Of course not. He may be coaching Travis Connolly and Rufus Lampani for the US Open, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to clean up his mess.” She pointed with her chin over to the machine Peter had just vacated. “Come on, V, I’ll show you how I’m going to deal with this.”
I followed her, grinning. Her tone told me that it was going to be something fun. Well, for us, anyway. Probably not for Peter.
Sure enough, when she returned from the room off the side of the gym, she had a pad of paper and a pen in her hands. Deliberately shielding the pad from my view, she wrote something down, then pulled off the top sheet. Folding it, she then propped it on the sweat-slicked seat so the writing was on view to anyone who happened past.
When I’d read and absorbed the words, I turned to Nadia, impressed. Her smile lit up her face, showing dimples in each cheek, and her brown eyes gleamed with amusement.
It was in that moment that I decided I had the serious hots for Nadia Gorlando.
The sign read,
PLEASE EXCUSE THE STATE OF THIS MACHINE. PETER ROSS, TENNIS COACH SUPREMO, “LOST TRACK OF TIME”.
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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 everyone,
Kay xx
June 19, 2014
Escape into Cariad – Grab Your FREE Erotic Romance Collection!!
This week Xcite Books have launched their new Cariad Brand!!
Cariad is the Welsh word for love. This new Celtic brand features stories that are spicy and romantic, with a focus on plot, as well as an erotic undercurrent.
I’m delighted to be able to say that my 2 (previously published) erotic romance novellas, Digging Deep and A Sticky Situation, have been chosen to be part of it!
Digging Deep is available to buy now on AmazonUK and via all other Amazon sites.
A Sticky Situation will be re-released very soon- and it has a lovely new cover!!
As well as individual e-titles, collections of Cariad erotic romances are to be released, and I’m thrilled to say that from today, for the next 5 days, you’ll be able to pick up the very first one for FREE!
The Escape collection is now FREE- It includes my own archaeological adventure Digging Deep!!
Here’s what Escape has to offer!
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Sydney Tyler is renting a barn conversion in Northern France, planning to spend the fortnight getting some words down on her novel. Unfortunately, construction work in the other half of the building puts an end to her peace and quiet. Genuinely upset that the builders are going to disturb her, the property’s handsome English owner, Harry Bay, offers to make it up to her. He’s a little flirtatious, and after spotting his wedding ring, Sydney keeps him at arm’s length.
Sexy as he is, she has no intention of getting involved with a married man. But when Sydney learns the truth about Harry, will their mutual attraction spur them on to work through their emotional baggage and make this more than just a French affair?
Digging Deep by Kay Jaybee
As site supervisor on an archaeological dig, in the grounds of the Ancient Roman city of Leptis Minus in Tunisia, Dr Beth Andrew’s hands are well and truly full. Her first foreign excavation, which she co-runs with the American archaeologist Dr Harrison Harris, gets off to a shaky start due to the jealous interference of Harrison’s ex, and an overzealous student… Love and lust really can cloud even the cleverest person’s judgement!
Out of the Blue by Seren Ellis-Owen
Newly single and fired from her job, scuba instructor Carys heads to the Red Sea to work on a luxury dive yacht. She soon finds herself attracted to its captain, the gorgeous Zaid, and the feeling is mutual – but, as he’s under pressure to put duty before pleasure, their budding romance soon sails into stormy waters. And that’s before her ex arrives, with a girlfriend from hell in tow, to stir things up even more. Can Carys handle all the complications and unfinished business – or has she sunk out of her depth this time?
To snap up your free copy, just visit any of the Amazon sites, including Amazon UK and Amazon.com
Act quickly!!! Don’t miss out!!
Happy reading,
Kay xx
June 17, 2014
Her Secret Past by Victoria Blisse- A Tasty Snippet!
I’m delighted to be able to bring you a very juicy extract from the latest work of my dear friend, and fellow Brit Babe, Victoria Blisse- the cover alone just hints at secret deliciousness…
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.
Her Secret past is told from two perspectives, that of Katrina and Ryan. The following excerpt is in Ryan’s voice and talks about an important kiss from his past.
Extract
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” Eve screamed. “How the fuck are you going to get anywhere in life if you don’t take your exams seriously?”
“God, Eve, you’re just pissed off because I went out without you. I needed to let off steam—these tests are fucking me right off and I was sick of revising.”
“Well if you’re serious about wanting to be with me you’ve got to get serious about your fucking future. I’ve not got a qualification to my name and I’m staying here in the back of fucking beyond for you. Just you, Ryan.” “Nice,” I snarled, “Just pile some more pressure onto me, why not? Clearly I’ve not got enough on my plate right now.”
I stormed out, jumped into Dad’s Jag and drove out of Thornleydale without a further thought or plan. On my way to Wakefield I passed a familiar figure sat by the side of the road.
“Hey, Janie, what are you doing all the way out here?”
Janet always hated being called Janie, so of course I called her it all the more. I think she grew to like it in the end. She responded half-heartedly and a mad thought flitted through my mind and I spoke it before I could convince myself that it wasn’t right.
“I’m running away, Janie. I’m pissed off. Want to come with me?”
How cool could life be with my old best mate Janie? I knew I’d given her shit for the last seven or so years but when push came to shove I still saw her as my Janie.
She agreed in the end and we sat in the car in silence, contemplating the adventure ahead of us. Until we got hungry and pulled in at The Golden Fry for some chips. We ate ’em in a lay-by, conversation flowing. I found out she was running away too.
“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.”
My heart ceased, and I dropped my next chip back into the paper bag. I felt awful.
“Oh, Janie, it’s been really tough for you, hasn’t it?”
I reached out and touched her cheek. I wanted to make it all better, take back all the snide things I’d said and done.
“I still think you’re the best girl in the world,” I smiled.
“And you’re not bad, for a boy.” Her eyes lit up again and her smile warmed me deep inside. I had ended our first big argument when we were little with those words. Janie had still been a bit mad at me so she hadn’t been so complimentary. But we’d laughed it off and I’d managed to finish most arguments since with those exact words. It was weird, though, I wasn’t just seeing her as my best mate. Something to do with rampant teenage hormones, I’m sure, because I kissed her. What would have happened if the police officer hadn’t knocked on the window at that moment I don’t know, but the connection between me and Janie was potent. I wanted to pull her tighter and hold her forever. But I couldn’t. I had to go home.
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Many thanks Victoria!!
To find the buy links for Her Secret Past, Check Here
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Happy reading everyone,
Kay xx
Smut in the Sunshine!
Wow!! I’m freshly back from my very first Smut by the Sea extravaganza in the lovely seaside town of Scarborough.
I have to confess, my head is still buzzing!
I set off with my dear friend, and Brit Babe supporter, Debbie, from our sleepy town in the South West of England, for an epic train journey that would take up 7 hours north to the Yorkshire coast!
To help pass the time, we played, ‘be the first to spot and photograph the station name’- being the better photographer by a mile, Debbie won that hands down!!
We also played the little known, ‘wriggle your backside so your butt cheeks don’t seize up in the train seat’ game, and the ‘eat a cherry whiskey liquor’ game- for every quarter of the journey survived!! These excellent tactics, got us into Yorkshire’s seaside town of Scarborough in good spirits, and before long we were booked into your respective hotels, and outside again to exclaim at how beautiful the views were!
A welcome shower and strong coffee later, we were in the excellent company of my well known partner in kinky crime- Kd Grace ad her lovely husband, Smut organisers extraordinaire, Victoria and Kev Blisse, and the wondrous Lucy Felthouse and her partner, and ace book seller, Ian. To add a cherry to that cake, we were also joined by another of our Brit Babe followers, the lovely Alison- and we all headed off for a totally delicious Italian meal, before being incredibly sensible and heading back to our respective hotels to crash out into sleep and to prepare for the main event the following day…
I was terribly disappointed to miss out on Smut by the Sea last year, and was determined to make it, and I’m so glad I did! Not only did I have the chance to have my very own KJB stall (run brilliantly by Debbie- thanks hun), but I got to catch up with a great many of my favourite writers, and even better- some of our readers, including the fabulous Alison, Steph, and Peter from the Brit Babes supporters team!
The day kicked off with a warm welcome from Victoria, followed by a fabulous session on ‘Inspiration’ using lots of suitably seaside related props!
After a welcome cuppa and a little browse of the stalls, which included a craft stand, lots of delicious books, an erotic tombolo (I won something utterly yummy- but I’m not telling you what!!), Lucy Felthouse ran a session on what editors want – and believe me that’s so important!!
Lunch time- supplied by Subway- was scrummy, but I have to confess the edge was taken off its deliciousness because I was awash with nerves! For in the afternoon I was to host the reading slam- and I always get a touch of stage fright!
Paddle and stopwatch to hand, I prepared to usher each reader up to the stage, and time them carefully make sure that they didn’t over stay their time by a single second…because if they did, then my paddle would me meeting their bottoms!!! (I love my job sometimes!!!)
But wow- what great readings I had the privilege to introduce! Victoria Blisse, Lucy Felthouse, K.D. Grace, Kay Jaybee, Janine Ashbless, S M Taylor,Tilly Hunter, Charlotte Howard, Charlie J Forest, Jacqueline Brocker, Gemma Parkes, Jennifer Denys, Ashe Barker, Slave Nano, and, giving her first ever reading with utter brilliance, Bella Settarra.
After I’d got my spanking fix, there was just time for one more round of smut shopping, but then all too soon we were saying goodbye!
Thanks to Victoria and Kev Blisse for organising such a wonderful event!! See you next year!!
Happy reading everyone,
Kay xx
June 11, 2014
OUT NOW IN PAPERBACK- Knowing Her Place
I’m thrilled to be able to announce that the final part of my series, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy – Knowing Her Place - is OUT NOW in paperback!!
Blurb
With her head full of unanswered questions, exhausted from her fairytale experience at the hands of Dr Ewen, Lady Tia, and the staff of the adult entertainment service provided by The Retreat, Jess Sanders is desperate to leave Scotland, and return to her usual submissive position at the exclusive Fables Hotel in Oxford. Having been thwarted in his plans to keep Jess at The Retreat permanently, its owner, David Proctor, isn’t willing to let Jess go back to her dominatrix, Miss Sarah, and her employer, Mrs Peters, without sending her on one final mission. Only if she succeeds in her task will Proctor remove the collar of servitude he has locked around Jess’s neck. With a list of five unknown addresses in her hand, Jess Sanders is placed in a car and driven from The Retreat towards England. With no idea what or who awaits her at the first stop, all Jess can hope for is that her journey will eventually take her back to where she belongs. To the Fables Hotel, where Jess Sanders truly knows her place.
You can buy the paperback versions (as well as the e-book versions) from Amazon UK, Amazon US, and all good retailers.
Happy reading everyone!!
Kay xx
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