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May 10, 2014
Brit Babe Nominations at the ETO!!
Forgive the brevity of this post- I am neck deep in edits, am planning the next novel, and my ‘real’ job is chilling at me from the corner of the room- oh, and there is ironing to do (when isn’t there?!)- but I just had to nip by to shout YIPPEE!!!
I have just heard that for the second year running I have been nominated in the Best Erotic Writer category at this year ETO Awards!!!
As if this wasn’t fantastic news enough, I am up there with two of my dearest friends and colleagues, the wonderful Kd Grace and the non-stop Lucy Felthouse- both part of the Brit Babe team! Believe me when I tell you that without the support of the Brit Babes, I’d have given up this writing lark a long time ago!! Their support and encouragement is constant and essential!!
Not only that- but the fourth lady in the five nomination line up is the one and only Violet Blue!! A leading figure in sex education, editor of some of the best anthologies in the business and- most important of all (to me anyway)- Violet was the first person to publish any of my work in a book!!
The final runner in the best writer group is the one and only Sylvia Day, waving the flag for hot romance for the second year running!!
I’ve placed my vote- which was very very difficult- not just within the writer a category, but for best publisher (I’ve written for all buy one of the 5 nominees), best retailer, best product….the list is long, and each nominee really deserves to be there!!
So if you are in the trade, and can vote- please do!! http://www.erotictradeonly.com/
Four of the Brit Babes will be attending the awards at the NEC in June this year- myself, KD Grace, Victoria Blisse, and Lexie Bay – so if you’re coming along- do find us and say hello!
Happy voting everyone,
Kay xx
May 6, 2014
Guest Post by Jennifer Denys; Writing Werewolf Stories
I’m thrilled to welcome the smashing Jennifer Denys to my site today! Let’s talk werewolves!!
Over to you Jennifer…
When I told a friend I had written a werewolf story her comment was, “How do you research werewolves?” They are, after all, a mythical/unreal creature. This is a very good question!
My latest story, ‘Torn Between Two Lovers’ is due out later in the Summer (June/July). This is the second in ‘The Haunt of the Wolves’ series – ‘Collared by Wolves’ was the first book, out last year. All books in this series are, or will be, set in the vicinity of a werewolf BDSM club.
So, I imagine you are asking, how on earth did the idea of werewolves and BDSM come together? Well, that is quite simple when you think of alpha wolves being the dominant males with their harem of submissive females. From there it is a logical step from alpha Dom and submissive werewolves to other aspects of BDSM.
I had great fun considering what makes werewolf BDSM different from human BDSM. This included biting and clawing, being chained up, which is much more of a punishment as they find it humiliating, sex being allowed in public, and they prefer to have sex in their wolf forms.
This excerpt is from ‘Collared by Wolves’ and is in the viewpoint of Griff, a very alpha Dom:
It was illegal for sex acts to be performed in public, but this club, commonly known as “The Haunt,” managed to stay secret from the human authorities, partly because of the mysterious Shroud. No one knew where it came from other than it had been spoken about for generations. But also, due to the remote location in a forest a long way from human habitation, not even near any werewolf homes, it had been possible to stay secret. He chuckled to himself. “Deer Park” was a misnomer as there weren’t any deer there, not where wolves lived.
This venue was necessary as it was the only place he knew of where werewolves like he could act out their darker BDSM needs, ones that were frowned on even within the wolf community. Of course, they could go to a human club offering this lifestyle in a town or city, but none of them could turn into their animal selves there.
Shaking his head he chuckled at image of human Doms peeing in their pants at sight of a werewolf sub turning wolf as he whipped her.
In both books there is a human character who didn’t know that werewolves existed until that point. It was great to play with what scares them the most – the BDSM or the fact that the other characters have an animal self to their personalities – and a wild animal self that could potentially kill them. The difference, though, was that in the first book the heroine was the human who was fascinated by BDSM and in the second it is one of the heroes who is the human, who is totally not into BDSM. This is the new book out and the heroine has to decide if she wants the rough hero (alpha werewolf Dom) or the smooth hero (gentle, sensuous human).
It is also interesting to research the myths/stories around werewolves and what qualities we associate with werewolves which include greater strength than human or wolf, transformation to take place at full moon, vulnerable to silver bullets, a human can become a werewolf if bitten by one. Now many of these are modern developments invented for works of fiction!!
Historical methods of identifying a werewolf are intriguing: eyebrows meeting over the bridge of the nose, low set ears, swinging gait, curved fingernails, bristles under the tongue (that last is a Russian superstition), and a person who devours recently buried corpses (a trait going back to medieval Europe!)
So how does one become a werewolf other than being bitten by one? Apparently by wearing a belt made of wolfskin, drinking rainwater out of the footprint of a werewolf, being born with epilepsy(!), making a pact with the devil, and – I love this one – in Italy, France or Germany a man or woman could turn into a werewolf by sleeping outside on a Summer night (but only on certain Wednesdays or Fridays) with the light of the full moon shining directly on their face!!!!
Now suppose you have been unlucky enough to become a werewolf, methods to remove the curse include: wolfsbane, exorcism, being struck on the forehead with a knife, piercing your hands with a nail, being addressed it three times by your Christian name.
The conclusion to researching werewolf myths is that you can pretty much make up anything you like, so I don’t feel too bad making my werewolves into BDSM-loving ones!
What I do like doing with my werewolf stories is to include lots of wolf behaviours, eg growling, licking, sniffing, howling, and so on – or how the humans react when the werewolves change into the human forms. This is an unedited excerpt from the new story ‘Torn Between Two Lovers’:
A gurgle of terror went through Jace as Stefan changed forms and he couldn’t speak, or even think, coherently for a few moments until Evie—or rather the wolf that was Evie—came up to him. Hysterically he wondered if they had wolf names of if he had to call them by their human names. In the meantime wolf Evie was licking his hand. “Nice girl, good girl. Just don’t eat me.”
Jace swore that Stefan chortled at him. Glancing over, the bigger wolf certainly had a smile on his face. But that could always be a gleam of delight at the thought of ready human food.
Evie butted her head under his hand, rubbing her muzzle along his palm.
“Okay, so you want me to stroke you?” He did as she seemed to desire. The fur on her back was coarser than he expected. As he got bolder and pushed his fingers into her dense coat, he could feel much softer, but thicker fur. “Hey, this feels almost wool-like.”
In response, Evie pushed her body against his legs, wrapping a long tail around his knees, before slapping the tip against his butt persistently, almost as if she was trying to get him to move.
“So, I take it that means sit down and cuddle up, eh?”
However, Jace was surprised when she threw herself onto the ground, rolling on her side. His jaw dropped. As he watched Evie looked over her shoulder, jerking her nose behind her, clearly wanting him to lie down at her back.
He glanced over at Stefan who was just sitting there. When he hesitated, though, the big wolf growled at him making Jace jump. It wasn’t a loud growl, but it was still scary and he quickly did as they requested.
I also considered how werewolf women may differ from human ones. This includes their bodies being taller and leaner than their human counterparts. Whilst ‘Collared by Wolves’ has a female heroine, the new one due out ‘Torn Between Two Lovers’ has a werewolf heroine – so it was fun to work on the differences between the two women, the human being more rounded, with bigger breasts.
Would I like to be a werewolf female myself? Oh yes! Particularly a werewolf submissive *big grin*.
Look out for ‘Torn Between Two Lovers’ in the summer (which features two minor characters, Evie and Stefan, from the first book as the main characters along with a new character, Jace), but if you want to read ‘Collared by Wolves’ in the meantime it is available on Amazon.
Jennifer Denys – http://jennifer-denys.blogspot.co.uk/
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Huge thanks again Jennifer!
Happy reading,
Kay x
May 4, 2014
HOT NEW COVER for Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man
I make no secret of the fact that of all the stories I’ve ever written, Not Her Type, is one of my favourites. So I was chuffed to bits when my publisher (1001 NightsPress) told me that it was to receive a brand new extra tasty cover!!
What do you think?
Available right now!! You can pick up Not Her Type at all good e-retailers, including…
(Nook) Barnes and Noble – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/not-her-type-kay-jaybee/1112631775?ean=2940148956501
Kobo- http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/not-her-type-erotic-adventures-with-a-delivery-man-2
ITunes – https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id791075960
If you would rather have a paperback- fear not, that has been updated as well!
Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-Delivery/dp/1484881184
Amazon.com- http://www.amazon.com/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-Delivery/dp/1484881184
If you love your kink extra hot- then Not Her Type is the read for you!!
Here are just a couple of the amazing reviews some of my readers have left about my naughty delivery man tale on Amazon…
‘Be still my beating heart. I had to read this all in one sitting. One sexy romp after another. Yum! If only I could find a man just like John. He’s TOTALLY my type.’
‘Amazing book…The story was endearing and the characters really made the imagination run wild…’
‘…I loved this erotic novel with a brilliant variety and frequency of sex scenes…Kay has explored the more kinkier side of sex, each scene exceptionally well placed and so very very hot. I found both characters totally believable and relatable particularly Jenny; although I always prefer my men rough round the edges and this book shows you why. Maybe get your boyfriends to read this book girls, give them some inspiration if they need any…’
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I hope you like the new look cover!!
Happy reading,
Kay xx
May 1, 2014
Cover Reveal for City Nights: One Night in Paris by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)
Blurb:
Jacob is nearly forty, and has recently come to the sudden realisation that he’s not doing much with his life. Sure, he’s got his own successful business, but what’s the point in earning lots of money and not doing anything or going anywhere to spend it?
He’s in serious danger of being all work and no play, so he starts to rectify this by organising a twenty four hour layover in Paris en route to a meeting in Dubai. Whilst there, he goes on a bus tour of the city, and there meets Annabelle, a fellow Brit who’s studying in Paris. There’s clearly an attraction between the two of them, so when the gorgeous Annabelle makes an indecent proposal to help Jacob fill his time in Paris, who is he to refuse?
More info and excerpt: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/city-nights-one-night-in-paris/
Add to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21923363-one-night-in-paris
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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, and is book editor for Cliterati. 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
April 29, 2014
You Can Grab Lily Harlem in Lots of Places!
It’s time to put the kettle on, for my dear friend Lily Harlem has popped by to tell us all about some of her amazing books…
Over to you Lily… (biscuit with that cuppa?)
Thanks for inviting me over to your blog today, Kay, you know how much I adore dropping in for a cup of tea and a chat. I’ve brought news of several of my novels which have previously only been available on Amazon but are now available for purchase on Barnes and Noble, Kobo, iBooks and All Romance eBooks. These books have all earned many five star reviews and I felt it was time to let my characters spread their wings and inhabit e-readers other than Kindle. Here are the details…
THE GLASS KNOT
What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man?
This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her.
But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally.
Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they’d have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most.
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BREATHE YOU IN
Soul-aching desire was just the beginning!
If the road to Heaven starts in Hell then I was ready to start climbing my way out and Ruben Strong was the man to accompany me. With his devastating good looks, seductively sexy charm and lust for adrenaline he was sure to make it a sensual and erotic experience as well as one to re-awake the passionate, throw-caution-to-the-wind woman I’d once been.
I’d given Ruben something, though, without him realizing, and that gift had come from the man I’d loved before. But I couldn’t tell Ruben. I had to keep that a tight secret even as our naked bodies wound together, sought out pleasure and hit the dizzy heights of ecstasy as one. Because Ruben had my husband’s heart, literally, and that heart was still in love with me, so it seemed, and now I was in love with Ruben.
Emotions tangled with bliss, and fears were locked away as I surrendered to the touch of Ruben’s hands, the taste of his skin and the sounds of his pleasure. I couldn’t deny that Ruben had brought me back to life the same way I had him and there was no way I was giving up that feeling, not for anyone.
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SCORED
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 savour 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.
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STORIES FOR WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN
Stories for When the Sun Goes Down is a compilation of 10 erotic and romantic stories by multi-published, award-winning author Lily Harlem. They’re perfect for snuggling up in bed with on a cold winter night, sizzling from your ereader on the beach, or even better, reading aloud to a lover to get the sultry mood just right for an evening of fun.
Contents
Madam President
The Champagne Whore
Shy Bird
The Actress
Making Shapes
I Promise to Please
I Promise to Surrender
I Promise to Perform
A Classic Wedding Night
Stable Manners
Please note most stories have been previously published in a variety of US and UK anthologies.
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Because these four books are recently uploaded to these vendors they have few or no reviews. So if you have already enjoyed any of these stories and feel like doing a little writing yourself, a rating or review would be hugely appreciated so other readers have an idea of what they are purchasing. Many thanks for having me over to play, Kay.
Lily x
About Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award winning author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including Ellora’s Cave, HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite and Sweetmeat Press. Her HOT ICE series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Glass Knot and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release in 2012.
Her latest novel, Breathe You In, is a super-sexy romance with a twist that will not only heat you up but stay with you for years to come.
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae – check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set Trilogy available exclusively on Amazon – The Novice, The Player and The Vixen – and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel ‘every woman should read’.
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
Lily Links
Website http://www.lilyharlem.com/
Blog http://www.lilyharlem.blogspot.com/
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Google+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/106837751333678531161/posts
Harlem Dae http://www.harlemdae.com
Raw Talent http://rawtalentseries.co.uk
BritBabes http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk
Hockey Romance http://www.hockeyromance.com
Newsletter Subscription http://www.lilyharlem.com/newsletter-subscription.html
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Thanks Lily!! I think we should open a bottle of wine while I decide which of these brilliant books I’ll read first!
Kay xx
April 25, 2014
Kink on the Doorstep: Not Her Type Sale Ends Soon!!
There’s not long left to snap up your e-book version of Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man at the bargain price of 77p or $1.29!! (Buy links below)
The inspiration for my courier connected story came from many of the tales that the various delivery men that visit my home have told me over the last twelve years. I swear their list of kinky ponderings is non-stop!
Since writing Not Her Type I have got to thinking about all the other professions where there is an opportunity for a spot of sexy ‘hit and run.’
How many of you out there have coveted the man who’s come to service the washing machine? Fancied the plumber- standing just that little bit too close to his bent over backside while he attacks your blocked u-bend?
What would be the ultimate challenge in doorstep seduction? The window cleaner?- Bit too cliché perhaps? The guy or gal who turns up at your front door trying to flog you double glazing or convert you to a ‘definitely cheaper- honest’ electricity supplier? The Avon Lady? The fit young student earning pin money trying to get you to sign up to a monthly charity donation scheme?
Surely the ultimate challenge to end all impromptu seduction challenges would be the Jehovah’s Witness?- A step too far perhaps?? Fair enough.
Each and every one of these scenario’s can form the potential kick off for a juicy new short story. Even as I type this blog, my erotica cogs are a turning…so much material…so little time…
It is from such ponderings as these that Not Her Type was born, after hearing more erotic (and downright pornographic and frequently physically impossible), fantasies and confessions from the delivery men who have visited my home over the years with various work related packages every week. (Not including my current one I should add!)
Such is the nature of the courier’s tight schedule, that any lust he or she has the opportunity to release during the course of his or her day, will be very quickly delivered indeed.
Jenny, the customer who becomes the centre of every sexual fantasy her courier, John has, in Not Her Type, discovers very early on that no matter how much she looks forward to her lusty encounters with her fuck-me handsome lover- it’s rarely going to last more than five minutes!
…Jenny had been ready for an hour. Dressed as per his request. Black jeans, black low-cut shirt, black bra, black knickers.
A rare text from John late the night before had warned her that even compared to normal, they wouldn’t have long. But then, we never had long.
He was already speaking as he came into the house, his tone hectoring, “No time to explain. I have a stupidly large new van and company. A new assistant to train. He’s practicing parking. We’ve got two minutes until he manages to get the truck into a space. Then he’ll be knocking on the door.”
Jenny’s mouth opened to argue, to say that two minutes was impossible, but she didn’t have the chance to say anything as she was driven to her knees with the order, “Suck my cock.”
In the back of Jenny’s mind, the countdown began….
So, if you are a connoisseur of the daytime quickie- then perhaps delivery men, Avon ladies, or window cleaners are the folks for you!!
Buy links…
Happy reading everyone!!
Kay xxx
April 24, 2014
The Brit Babes Hit The SubClub!!
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The Brit Babes have taken over The SubClub Books, you can read revealing interviews with all 8 of us sexy girls and check out this great site by clicking on the Babe below…
The Need To Write
It’s pouring with rain outside- it often is down here in the South West of England. Even though it is only 8am in the morning, the corner of the cafe in which I sit and write every morning is filling up fast.
I’m a familiar face in here. I usually sit at the same table- although only because it has good light – I’m not precious about sitting in the same spot or anything. Consequently I am something of a fixture and fitting, and people that come to the cafe regularly see me here, writing away, every time they come through the door. There is even a rumour that I keep a rolled up sleeping bag and pillow under the table, and never actually go home.
About ten minutes ago, one of the lovely regulars came and asked me a question I’m pretty sure they’ve been dying to ask for months. ‘Why are you always writing, don’t you ever get a day off?’
It’s a good question. One my husband asks pointedly every now and then.
The answer is simple- well ‘simple’ is probably pushing it!
I need to write.
Don’t confuse this with being the same as ‘I want to write.’ That is a different thing altogether.
Once upon a time I did want to write. I dreamt of completed stories, and maybe one day having a book all of my own.
These days it’s an addiction. An unstoppable, nail biting, obsession of disappointment and triumph. A roller coaster I can’t imagine ever getting off.
I used to fit my writing around my job and my life, now it is very much the other way around. As a consequence of course I get massive hits of guilt. So, rather than giving my job less time, I give it more; as I live in fear of letting my employers down, and am frequently to be found processing spreadsheets late into the night.
Then comes the real guilt- when you find yourself only half listening to what your child has been up to at school because you have just thought of a killer line for your latest book and if you don’t write it down NOW, you’ll actually explode!
My children (who luckily for me are both very creative in their own right, and totally get the feeling of absorption which producing something unique brings), are wonderful. Whenever I apologise to them for being only half as attentive a parent as I should be, they tell me off for being daft. Telling me they are just fine thank you very much- and could they have a life to karate, their friend’s house, the cafe now please…
Sometimes I look around at my undusted house, with the fluff on the carpet sometimes reaching epidemic proportions, and feel very sorry for my husband. He didn’t sign up for this. When we met and married almost 18 years ago, I was almost the complete opposite of who I am now. My home was cleaned and scrubbed to within an inch of its life. Dust was captured long before it had the chance to settle, and it was a rare day when there wasn’t a fresh cake baking in the over. And somehow, alongside all this, I had 3 part time jobs and was doing a PhD.
My husband must miss that multitalented woman, domestic goddess, and fellow academic. Sometimes I think he deserves a medal for putting up with me, because- to get back to the point of this blog- I really do only have a one week off a year for a holiday, along with a few random days off at Christmas and Easter each year. Not because I have a maverick boss yelling at me, not because I am forced to- but because I can’t stop. I just can’t.
Okay, there are lots of deadlines to deal with, and there are times when I am genuinely very much up against time- but often I have to work because- well, I have to work! If I don’t I’m a ratty, fidgety, grumpy person who is in serious danger of losing my usually permanent smile.
And why wouldn’t I smile all the time- I am addicted to the best job in the world!!
So be warned anyone out here who hopes to write a book some day. You too could also be kidnapped by the world of the imagination- a world that is so much safer than the real one, because you are always in charge. You get to pick the words that shape the lives of everyone you invent- a powerful narcotic indeed…. (Oh- and if you do want to risk it and write-make sure you are married to a very very understanding husband or wife!!!)
Happy reading,
Kay xx
April 22, 2014
Preorder News: In Your Corner by Sarah Castille
Today I’m delighted to be able to bring you this pre-order feature from the wonderful Sarah Castille…
In Your Corner
by Sarah Castille (@sarah_castille)
BLURB:
“You have to go. I won’t be able to control myself. I’ve wanted you so bad for so long and after I’ve been in the cage…I can’t think straight.” He gives a guttural groan and his fist clenches on my hip.
Primitive. Primal. His need speaks to me. I tighten my grip on his neck and rock up to kiss him. He takes over. His kiss is hard and demanding.
“Mine.” His voice is raw, savage and for a moment I truly believe he may lose control.
He rules in the ring
Two years ago, Jake and Amanda were going hot and heavy. But when Jake wanted more, Amanda walked away. Jake immersed himself in mixed martial arts, living life on the edge. But that didn’t dull the pain of Amanda’s rejection-until a chance encounter throws them together.
A high-powered lawyer, Amanda was a no-strings-attached kind of girl. But two years after her breakup with Jake, she still hasn’t found anyone who gets her heart pumping the way he did. And then he shows up in her boardroom, hot as sin and needing help…
But can he rule her heart?
Jake is darker, sexier, and impossible to resist. As their chemistry builds, Amanda’s not sure if she can stay in control, or if she’s finally willing to let him claim her body and soul.
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Excerpt: In Your Corner
“Don’t move.”
Totally immersed in painting the cupboard, I freeze mid–paint stroke at the sound of Jake’s deep voice behind me.
“What? Am I doing something wrong?”
He closes the distance between us and runs his finger along the back waistband of my gym pants, sending delicious tingles up my spine. Then he slides his hands around my waist, bared by the rise of my T-shirt as I stretch to reach the top of the cupboard with my paintbrush.
“Yes. You look too damn sexy. Do you know what it does to a man when he catches a glimpse of something he isn’t meant to see?”
“I hope it makes him tell the woman she can call off the panic attack and drop her arm,” I mutter as I do just that. “I also hope it makes him decide his hands might be of better use somewhere other than around her waist.”
Jake slides his fingers around to my stomach, resting them just over my mound and his voice drops to a low growl. “I could make use of them here.”
“So says the man who turned down a good offer just the other night at Redemption.” I remove his hands and turn to face him, putting on a brave face while inside I seethe. Who does he think he is coming on to me after brushing me off?
“No games, Jake. You made your position clear. I got that. I’m not interested in being screwed around.”
He presses his hands against the cupboard on either side of my head, caging me with his body. “What are you interested in?”
“Moving on,” I say honestly.
His pulse throbs in his neck and his eyes harden. “With whom?”
“No one right now.”
He gives a satisfied grunt as if I had just cleared up a question in his mind. “Everyone is out back having a good time. You should be there too.”
“There’s a lot of work to do. I want to get it done. The faster I open shop, the faster I can start my lawsuit against Farnsworth.” I slip under his arm and edge along the counter.
“You’ve been working since six o’clock this morning.”
Grabbing a clean cloth from the counter, I make an effort to wipe the grease off my face. “I’m used to working twenty-hour days. I’m not afraid of hard work.” But I am afraid of mercurial fighters who run hot one minute and cold the next.
His face softens, and he takes the cloth from my hand and holds it under the tap. The pipes gurgle when he turns the rusty faucet and water gushes out, skimming over the cloth and trickling into the sink below. Without warning, he lifts me and settles me on the counter.
“You don’t have to work like that anymore.” His voice is calm, soothing. I am momentarily lulled out of work mode and into heat mode as he eases his hips between my legs and reaches to turn off the faucet. “It’s Saturday night. Time to relax and have fun.” With a firm hand, he cups my jaw and then wipes the cloth gently over my nose, forehead, and cheeks.
His gentle touch, the warmth of his hand, his breath, minty and sweet, and his hard body nestled between my thighs all converge in an unbearable rush of sensation. I grab his wrist, forcing his hand away.
“Jake…I’m good. Really. There’s so much to do. I’ll come out when I’m done and I’ve cleaned myself up.”
“I like you this way,” he murmurs. “You look…cute. Real.”
“Real?”
He brushes his thumb over my cheek. “Amanda without the armor. Your clothes, hair, makeup…nothing is perfect. It’s just the real you. I never got to see the real you before.”
Torn between being mortified and pleased, I reach for another cloth. “Real Amanda is covered in dirt and has holes in her sweats.”
He traces a finger down my throat to rest in the hollow at the base of my neck. The room heats to one hundred degrees, and if I’m not mistaken, I hear the sound of my blood boiling.
“I like holes in sweats.” His voice drops, husky and low, and his finger continues its downward journey into the vee of my shirt.
“Jake…”
He traces lightly over the crescent of my breast. “I like dirty girls,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire. “I can’t stay away.”
Oh God. Every bit of warmth rushes to my center as his deep, sensual voice ignites one of my dark fantasies. Jake, straddling my bound body, growling commands, telling me what he’s going to do to me in the filthiest language I know. A soft moan escapes my lips and we’re back on the roller coaster again.
“This game you’re playing confuses me.” His heart beats strong against my palm when I lay my hand over his chest.
“Me too.”
“Then what are you doing?”
His eyes take on a feral gleam and my breasts tingle.
“Playing dirty,” he growls. Tangling his hand in my hair, he tugs my head back, exposing my throat to the heated slide of his lips. “Sometimes you have to stop thinking too much and just go with it.”
My breath comes in short pants as he sucks gently on the pulse at the base of my throat. Barely able to form a coherent thought for the pounding of blood in my temples, I scramble for sanity. “There’s too much between us to just go with it. We need to talk…”
His hand closes in my hair, twisting roughly. “Lawyers talk. You don’t look like a lawyer now. You look fucking sexy, and your mouth is all lush and pink and needing to be kissed. You want to talk, Amanda, or you want that kiss?” He nips the hollow at the base of my neck.
Pleasure and pain meld together and I whimper as a heated rush of sensation floods my veins. “Kiss.”
Jake smiles. “My dirty girl wants a dirty kiss.” Holding my face, he slants his mouth over mine and kisses me.
Soft kiss. Sweet kiss. Warm, firm lips tasting faintly of coffee. His five o’clock shadow brushes my chin as his tongue eases my lips open to stroke against mine. My body melts against him as he explores my mouth, leaving nothing untouched. Tongues wind and tangle. Two years of fantasies coalesce in a single rasping breath.
“’S not so dirty,” I mumble against his lips.
“Oh, you don’t know how dirty I can be.” Jake grips my hair and tugs my head back with a firm, hard yank, sending little bolts of lightning straight to my core. Then he kisses me hard and fast. Rough. His teeth scrape my bottom lip as his tongue dives deep, filling me, taking what I have to give and demanding more. The pounding of my heart shifts from lust to fear as he consumes me, and for a moment I worry he has forgotten I need to breathe.
When he breaks the kiss, I draw in a long, ragged breath. “You never kissed me like that before.”
“You were never like this before,” he murmurs, his fingers easing up my shirt, his thumb tracing over the crescent of my breasts. “Raw and open, vulnerable, needing my help. So fucking real.”
My breath catches in my throat as he explores, cupping and squeezing my breasts and then teasing my nipples through my lace bra until they are tight, aching peaks.
“My clothes. Take them off.”
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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Sarah Castille, worked and traveled abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes erotic contemporary romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who tame them.
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Other books in the series:
The first book in the series (all standalone stories), Against the Ropes, was a Publishers Weekly Top Ten Pick for Romance & Erotica for Fall 2013 and was also a #1 Erotic Romance Best seller on Amazon. It also won the JABBIC contest for sexiest cover. http://www.amazon.com/Against-Ropes-Sarah-Castille-ebook/dp/B00DDWIT3M
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Happy reading,
Kay xx
April 20, 2014
Blisse Bunnies Blog Hop: A Touch of Yumminess
It’s time to count bunnies!!!
Thanks for coming to visit my part of the Blisse Bunnies Blog Hop! Don’t forget to visit all the great blogs involved between 21st -26th April, to read some delicious smut- and if you count all the cartoon bunnies you could win the amazing Grand Prize!!! You can find all the links you need right here- http://blissebunnies.co.uk/chase
Before I treat you to a touch of kink – here are a few Easter Egg facts for you…
In 2013, in the UK alone, over 90 million Easter Eggs were sold.
The world’s most popular chocolate egg is the Cadbury’s Crème Egg
The very first Cadbury’s Easter Egg was solid, and was made my John Cadbury in 1865.
In 1873 Fry’s chocolate of Bristol produced the first ever hollow egg, followed by Cadbury’s in 1875!
For me, there is nothing so delicious as Easter Egg chocolate. There is something about it that makes it taste even better than all the other chocolate that’s available for the rest of the year! Yummy!!!
And talking of yummy- here’s a little super kinky taster for you from my erotic romance, A Sticky Situation…
As the shower burnt its jet of water into his head and shoulders, Cameron scrubbed his body furiously with soap, trying to wash away all thoughts of Sally. It had been years since he’d let a woman get to him like this. What worried him most was that he didn’t just want to sleep with her. He actually wanted her to like him. This was new territory for Cameron James. As he stood there, beneath the steaming deluge, he couldn’t stop himself from envisaging exactly what he’d like to do with her.
He saw her bent at the end of his bed, waiting for him to kiss her firm arse.
He visualised her lying on her back, her legs wide open. Sally beaming up at him as he lowered himself onto her; her chest swollen and her nipples hard as he ate them, his thick cock sinking into her moist channel.
Cameron could almost taste her as he felt his dick go rigid where he stood, droplets of water cascading off it as, with eyes firmly closed, her saw his mouth coming to Sally’s indescribably soft mound. In his mind he drank from her, the heated water of the shower combining with her liquid, sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both as she tangled her fingers in his hair. Sally was moaning quietly, one hand leaving his head as she squeezed herself, playing her own fingertips across her beautiful almond tinted nipples.
Steadying one hand on the cubicle wall, Cameron’s fist came to his erection as his thoughts became more graphic, more urgent. He pumped slowly at first, as he saw Sally crouched next to him, the light pressure of her small palms pushing him to his feet so she could wrap her lips around his shaft. At first, she’d simply lick the tip enquiringly, as though she was trying a new flavoured ice cream for the very first time. Then, she’d speed up, lapping him with extended strokes, punctuating each move with a kiss to his balls; her nails discovering each inch of his hips and thighs.
Cameron’s whole frame shuddered, his wrist moving faster and faster along his length, the water almost forgotten as it pounded into his bent neck and ran down his back. Nothing mattered but the images in his head and the action of his hand. Sally had engulfed his cock in her mouth now. Sucking and teasing him out, almost stretching his pole, she was drawing him into her, until he was securely within her throat.
He could feel his orgasm rising, his brain flashing with differing shots of Sally as he wanked, of her lips at his dick, of his face between her legs, or her wet dress, clinging to the outline of her curves so temptingly, of how he’d marvelled at his ability not to grab her in the lift and tell her she was driving him nuts, and that he was a nice guy really. Of him slurping fallen food from her neck, of kissing her mouth, her breasts, her thighs; his hands everywhere as he stared into her beautiful emerald eyes…
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Hope that extract got you in the mood for a little something…
If you’d like to see what happened next, you can buy A Sticky Situation from-
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I hope you enjoy the rest of the blog hop! Don’t forget to count those bunnies, and check out all the other blogs! http://blissebunnies.co.uk/chase
All the rules, and how to enter the competition can be found here- http://blissebunnies.co.uk/rules
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Happy Easter!!
Kay xx
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