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December 18, 2013
Devilish Delights! Guest Post from Jill Barry
Here we are with only a couple of weeks until Christmas- how about a new novel from Jill Barry to spice up that Christmas Stocking?
Over to you Jill…
Kay, it’s great to be here with you. I’d like to begin by mentioning my love of musicals. Since becoming a published author I’ve often looked at the leading man with the critical eye of a romance writer hoping to find inspiration for the perfect hero. Well, that’s my excuse!
The idea of a young woman falling for a singer wasn’t enough. I needed to drag my heroine out of her comfort zone – make her vulnerable. I’m used to travelling between Wales and London, so setting Devilish Delights in these places appealed.
Laura takes on a temporary house and shop-sitting stint for her aunt and uncle in Wales. But the night before they go away, my heroine tags along with her aunt to a fundraising event where the delectable west end singer Alex Conway is performing. Laura is mesmerised by him but events conspire … and I hope you’ll read the book and find out much, much more. It’s said that authors shouldn’t make a main character a fictional star because stars are too driven. Too obsessed with striving for more and more success. Hopefully I’ve addressed this by introducing a second man so Laura is faced with another new situation while Alex performs in the West End, attends rehearsals and so on. Laura’s two temporary worlds collide, with a startling result.
I had fun, fabricating the fictitious musical that lends its title to this novel. As Laura says – think Witches of Eastwick meets The Rocky Horror Show but set in the UK and with a political theme. Alex, who’s setting the West End on fire, gets to play both the Devil and the Prime Minister but not both at once. And I seize the chance to inject as much magic, passion and colour into my stage setting as possible.
Writing as Jill Barry has opened up new options for me throughout 2013. A Life Less Lonely – my medical romance with a difference is available as an ebook. With one D C Thomson pocket novel published and another due out in January, I’m hoping they’ll like my idea for a serial. I’m also submitting short stories to women’s magazines – which is how I began my writing career.
Thank you, Kay, for inviting me and a very big thank you to anyone reading this.
Jill
You can purchase your ticket to Devilish Delights at
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Jill Barry is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jill-Barry/600174610034329
Jill would be delighted to have you following her on Twitter @barry_jill
Jill Barry author page: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Jill-Barry/e/B00FE0GQJ0
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Many thanks for dropping by today Jill!
Happy Reading Everyone,
Kay xx
ADVENT CALENDAR- DAY 18
Day 18!!
GRATIS- MIDWINTER TALES
December 17, 2013
Interview with Mitzi Szereto- The Wilde Passions of Dorian Gray
It’s almost Christmas, and I have a total gift of a guest for you today! The wonderful Mitzi Szereto has kindly taken time to answer a few questions about her fantastic new book- The Wilde Passions of Dorian Gray…Oscar Wilde was never like this when I was at school…
What inspired you to write The Wilde Passions of Dorian Gray?
Mitzi: I actually had the idea to write this book several years ago, though I hadn’t planned on how I would develop it or that it would end up as a sequel to Oscar Wilde’s classic novel. I’ve loved The Picture of Dorian Gray since the first time I read it at the age of 10. I was captivated by Dorian – his beauty, his perfection, the way others saw him and reacted to him. He’s an iconic character and represents a lot about our society that isn’t particularly good: its superficiality, its obsession with youth and beauty, its shallowness, its selfishness. The themes explored in the original novel are as timeless and relevant today as when Oscar Wilde wrote about them more than a hundred years ago, if not more so! But it isn’t only these things that are fascinating to read and write about. It’s also the Gothic horror element. I’ve always enjoyed this area of literature, so to have an opportunity to work in this area was something I just couldn’t pass up.
This is not the first classic you have rewritten into an erotic format. Do you do a lot of research before you start writing beyond reading the original texts?
Mitzi: I didn’t actually approach this book via an erotic format and as I mentioned, it is not a rewrite or re-imagining, but a sequel. However, there is without doubt a great deal of erotic content in the book – some quite extreme, in fact! Having said that, the published work by Oscar Wilde contained implied erotic content, particularly of a homoerotic nature. In my research I discovered that he was forced to do a lot of cutting before it was finally published. One can only wonder what The Picture of Dorian Gray might have been like had Wilde written it today without any censorship issues or literary hindrances or concerns about being put in prison (though he was put in prison anyway, but not as a result of his work). Perhaps it might have turned out as hair-raising and shocking as my book!
With regard to actual research, I did do quite a lot for The Wilde Passions of Dorian Gray – far more than I needed to for say, Pride and Prejudice: Hidden Lusts. The latter was a sex parody of the novel by Jane Austen, therefore I mostly just needed my twisted imagination and the original text of the book to work from, with the occasional foray into checking out a fact pertaining to costuming or something else related to the time period. For The Wilde Passions of Dorian Gray, I had to deal with several geographical locations and several time periods, requiring me to conduct a considerable amount of research to get the facts right, be they historical or geographical or whatever. I don’t want to give too much away, but you’ll find references to many famous people from the literary and art worlds in the section of the book set in Paris, though none of them are ever mentioned by name. The places mentioned are also authentic, such as the jazz clubs and brothels Dorian and his glitterati friends frequented. I had a lot of fun inserting famous people into the Paris segment and chronicling their adventures with Dorian. I sometimes think I should create a quiz to see who guesses correctly as to their identities!
What other authors/books do you like to read?
Mitzi: I read all over the literary spectrum and much of it depends on my mood as to what I might read. Lately I’ve been reading a lot of crime novels. Other times I’ll be combing the shelves for ethnic literary fiction. Then still others I’ll be on a horror or paranormal binge. I love a good psychological thriller and I love books that transport me somewhere different from my own sphere of experience or reference. There are books that have become my die-hard favorites and which I will never forget, such as Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov; The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy; The Color Purple by Alice Walker; The Jungle by Upton Sinclair; and An American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser. These are books I’d be happy to read more than once; in fact, some I already have. Examples of authors whom I’ve read consistently over the years include Ruth Rendell and Margaret Atwood as well as Dean Koontz and Stephen King.
How do you write? Pen and Paper? Computer?
Mitzi: Computer, and always on a laptop. I could never write longhand. I doubt I’ll ever be a Dame Barbara Cartland dictating her books to her minion either (not that I can afford one!). I need to have my fingertips working those keys and my eyes seeing on the screen what they produce.
I love the idea of a minion to dictate to!! (Especially if I could have one of those cute yellow ones from Despicable Me!) Thank you ever so much for visiting today- would you like to tempt us with a short extract from your new book?
Extract:
Dorian remained as flawless as ever. He knew that no matter where he went, the situation would repeat itself, therefore he adopted a more primitive form of existence, neither mingling in society nor engaging with others save for acquiring the basic necessities of life. He passed nearly two decades in this fashion, reaching places as far-flung as India and, eventually, the southernmost end of Peru, where he decided to remain for a while. The years had gone by slowly, and he felt the tedium of each one, not to mention the anguish of tamping down his desires like a fire doused by a torrent of cold water. There were no more salacious reports following him from country to country and continent to continent, leading to his whereabouts like a trail of breadcrumbs. Since fleeing Marrakesh Dorian had avoided establishments catering to the more debauched members of society, knowing that even a small taste of such delights would propel him back into his old life. Instead he fought the urge for fleshly sensation until he believed he would go mad, finding a perverse enjoyment in his self-deprivation that added to his repertoire of sensations.
The war raging in Europe had ended, leaving behind ravaged landscapes and countless casualties. But his native England had endured. Dorian wondered if he would ever step foot upon its shores again. Was there anyone left alive whom he had once known? He thought of Lord Henry and the last time he’d seen him. It had been that evening he’d relayed with such naïve pride his sparing of Hettie Merton’s chastity.
“Play me a nocturne, Dorian, and, as you play, tell me, in a low voice, how you have kept your youth,” Lord Henry had said. “You must have some secret. I am only ten years older than you are, and I am wrinkled, and bald, and yellow.”
Only ten years older.
Even back then it was difficult to imagine so small a number separating them in age when the eye declared otherwise. Could dear Harry still be alive somewhere in the world at this very moment? Dorian hoped it to be so. The man had been like a father, a lover, a god. Although at the end he had disappointed him, Lord Henry was the closest Dorian had ever been to another human being—and this had given him a curious sense of belonging, which he’d never experienced since.
Dorian settled for a time in a quiet valley located in the shadow of a volcano in the south of Peru. To anyone in the village who asked—and with a population comprised exclusively of Quechuas there were enough who overcame their shyness to speak to him—Dorian claimed to be a man of faith who had come seeking spiritual enlightenment so that he might pass on his knowledge to others. This was how he’d first learned of a monastery located high up in the mountains. Its presence proved to be an unexpected bonus, since everyone believed this was why he’d chosen to come here. To add further credence to his tale, Dorian purchased a battered old typewriter from a shopkeeper in a nearby town, which he kept out on the scarred wooden table beneath the dusty window of his room in the event the old woman from whom he rented his lodgings called in when he was absent. He quite enjoyed his new persona and even spent some time typing away on the decrepit instrument, finding that his random entries would, indeed, make a fine book after he was finished, particularly since they pertained mostly to the hedonistic philosophies Lord Henry had instructed him in.
Had Dorian been anyone else he might have been content with his new existence. Life had been pared down to a beautiful kind of simplicity, and for some it might have been enough. For Dorian it was not. The pressure of his lust had been building like the pressure inside the volcano that hovered over the valley; an explosion was imminent. The catalyst that finally triggered it would need to be masterfully executed, for he had many arid years of self-denial to make up for.
Donning the humble garb of a peasant that had become his daily attire, Dorian set forth on foot for the mountains, looking like a man with nothing but the clothing on his back and his wits to guide him. When he first set out he had no purpose or destination in mind, yet his feet seemed to be leading him somewhere. The first night he slept rough, awakening dusty and dirty and resembling the impoverished beggars that occasionally traveled through the towns and villages. His shabby appearance combined with a few words of Quechua aided him well enough to locate a bed on the second night. The fact that it was located inside the monastery he’d been told about gave rise to a plan that would be his masterwork of corruption. It came to him the moment he saw the young priest working in the vineyards. The frank purity in his broad brown face cried out to Dorian to sully it.
At the monastery he was given a tiny cell-like room in which to sleep. The little cot that served as a bed proved as hard and unwelcoming as a boulder, but it inspired within Dorian thoughts of martyrdom, re-invigorating his former fascination with the Roman Catholic Church and men who lived lives devoid of fleshly pleasure. He spent a fitful first night, though this didn’t stem from discomfort in his accommodations, but rather his mounting excitement over his intention to commit an act of sacrilege so hellishly divine he could smell the brimstone in his nostrils.
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Book description for:
The Wilde Passions of Dorian Gray – a novel by Mitzi Szereto
What if Dorian Gray Faked His Death and Led a Secret Life?
Inspired by Oscar Wilde’s classic novel The Picture of Dorian Gray, Mitzi Szereto’s The Wilde Passions of Dorian Gray continues where Wilde left off, bringing Dorian Gray back from the dead in this Faustian tale of a man of eternal youth and great physical beauty who lives a life of corruption, decadence, and hedonism. The story begins in the bordellos of Jazz-Age Paris, moving to the opium dens of Marrakesh and the alluring anonymity of South America. In his pursuit of sensation and carnal thrills, Dorian’s desires turn increasingly extreme as he leaves behind yet more devastation and death. He ultimately settles in present-day New Orleans, joining forces with a group of like-minded beings known as the Night People. They inadvertently return to Dorian his humanity when he falls in love with a young woman he rescues from becoming their victim. Will she be his redemption? Or will she be his final curse?
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Author bio:
Mitzi Szereto (http://mitziszereto.com) is a bestselling multi-genre author and anthology editor, has her own blog “Errant Ramblings: Mitzi Szereto’s Weblog” (http://mitziszereto.com/blog), and is the creator/presenter of the Web channel “Mitzi TV” (http://mitziszereto.com/tv), which covers “quirky” London. Her books include Thrones of Desire: Erotic Tales of Swords, Mist and Fire; Pride and Prejudice: Hidden Lusts; Normal for Norfolk (The Thelonious T. Bear Chronicles); Red Velvet and Absinthe: Paranormal Erotic Romance; Getting Even: Revenge Stories; and In Sleeping Beauty’s Bed: Erotic Fairy Tales. Mitzi has pioneered erotic writing workshops in the UK and mainland Europe, teaching them from the Cheltenham Festival of Literature to the Greek islands. She’s also lectured in creative writing at several British universities and performed readings of her work in several countries. Her anthology Erotic Travel Tales 2 is the first anthology of erotica to feature a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. She divides her time between the UK and USA.
Author Links:
Mitzi Szereto website: http://mitziszereto.com
Mitzi Szereto on Twitter: https://twitter.com/mitziszereto
Mitzi Szereto Facebook fan page: https://www.facebook.com/mitziszereto.fanpage
Mitzi TV: http://mitziszereto.com/tv
Errant Ramblings: Mitzi Szereto’s Weblog: http://mitziszereto.com/blog
Mitzi Szereto Google+ Fan Page: https://plus.google.com/u/0/b/105002950509883985630/+Mitziszereto/posts
Mitzi Szereto on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/72445.Mitzi_Szereto
Mitzi Szereto on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Mitzi-Szereto/e/B001JS3YLE/
The Wilde Passions of Dorian Gray website: http://mitziszereto.com/wildepassionsofdoriangray/
Buy Links:
http://www.amazon.com/Wilde-Passions-Dorian-Gray-Novel/dp/1573449652/
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Wilde-Passions-Dorian-Gray-Novel/dp/1573449652/
http://www.amazon.ca/Wilde-Passions-Dorian-Gray-Novel/dp/1573449652/
http://www.fishpond.com.au/Books/Wilde-Passions-of-Dorian-Gray-Mitzi-Szereto/9781573449656
http://www.fishpond.co.nz/Books/Wilde-Passions-of-Dorian-Gray-Mitzi-Szereto/9781573449656
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Many thanks Mitzi for taking the time out for me to interview you today!
Have a very Happy Christmas,
Happy Reading Everyone!
Kay xx
ADVENT CALENDAR- DAY17
Day 17!!
COCKTALES-ALL NIGHT LONG
December 16, 2013
Guest Blog by Tamsin Flowers- The Crimson Bond
I’m delighted to welcome the wonderful Tamsin Flowers back with my site today, to tempt us with a little of her latest work, The Crimson Bond.
Over to you Tamsin…
Happy Christmas and a big thank you to Kay for having me over today to talk about my new release, The Crimson Bond. It’s the story of a vampire love triangle and it was so much fun to write that I’m now deeply immersed in writing the sequel to it—and it will eventually grow into a trilogy. See, there’s that number again – three!
One thing that was interesting to think about when I was considering the changing relationship between my three central characters was the fact that vampires are immortal and could, in theory—if no one sticks a stake through their heart—live forever. So how does that play out for a couple. Vampires are volatile, passionate and driven by lust but even the deep emotional bonds they form must be stretched and strained over the centuries. In my story, the original vampire couple, Etienne and Elouise, have been together for a century when a naïve young student, Willow Jackson, catches their attention. The lust Willow stirs up in both of them sets the wheels in motion for an epic story of blood lust and vampire passion, jealousy, revenge and ultimately, a love that can never be buried…
In the excerpt, Willow believes she has been bitten by a vampire and goes to confront the man whom she hold responsible. However, it is his wife, Elouise, she runs into – a first encounter that will change the course of her life forever…
Enjoy it and have a wonderful holiday break!
Tamsin xxx
Blurb
Willow Jackson develops an unhealthy obsession Etienne Corbeau; little does she realise he’s a suave, sophisticated vampire. After appearing in her dreams, Willow is astounded to find Etienne in her room for real and even more shocked when, in the throes of a passion she can’t resist, he sinks his teeth into her neck and drinks her blood.
But Etienne is greedy and to save Willow’s life, his wife Elouise forces her to drink vampire blood. From this moment Willow is herself a vampire, forming an unbreakable bond with Elouise which forces her to choose between the beautiful new vampire and her husband of two centuries.
As Willow learns to tame her bloodlust and vampire sex carries her to new heights of physical pleasure, Elouise is snatched away from her. The battle lines are drawn: now she and Etienne will fight for possession of the woman they both love…
Excerpt
“What’s your name?” said Willow, still leaning back against the wall. Her voice was shaky and she glanced at where she’d left the whisky on the table.
The woman followed her gaze and picked up the glass.
“I’m Elouise. Elouise Day. I married Etienne in 1920, the year he changed me.”
“Changed you?” Willow couldn’t believe the woman in front of her was claiming to have been married for nearly a hundred years.
“Into a vampire.”
She pointed up to her open mouth with a finger and for the first time Willow noticed two sharper looking teeth on either side of her upper jaw. Hardly fangs, but definitely pointed.
She stepped toward Willow with the glass and held it to her lips. Willow gulped the strong alcohol gratefully.
“For you to have become a vampire, you would have had to drink some of his blood in return.” Her eyes narrowed for a second. “Which I assume you didn’t?”
“No,” said Willow, shaking her head.
Elouise put the glass down on the table behind her. She was standing very close to Willow now and she placed one of her hands on Willow’s shoulder. She stared intensely at Willow’s face with sharp, emerald eyes. Willow took a nervous breath. The air around her smelled deliciously of sandalwood and myrrh.
“Etienne was telling the truth. You are very beautiful.” Her voice had lowered by a half tone and she spoke slowly, each word caressing Willow’s ears.
In a sudden blur of movement she had both Willow’s hands pinned back against the wall above her head. Her wrists were crossed and held in a vice-like grip by one of Elouise’s hands. With her other hand, she gently peeled away the dressing on Willow’s neck. She moved in closer until Willow felt the vampire’s breath on her throat.
Willow turned her head away from the vampire. But the rest of her body was powerless to move, paralyzed by something stronger than fright. Elouise Day had a power that drained her will to resist. She felt the stroke of a tongue close to her collarbone, gliding over the two wounds.
Not again, she thought to herself and a whimper escaped her lips. But even as she shied away from the female vampire, she needed to experience the searing combination of pain and pleasure again.
“Shhhhhh, pretty girl,” whispered Elouise, lifting her head to look up at her. She touched Willow’s mouth with a soft finger, a caress that made Willow’s legs weaker still.
“Etienne,” she called in a deep, guttural voice. “Come and watch me feed on your little blood-baby.”
Willow saw a streak of grey cross the room and then Etienne Corbeau appeared at his wife’s side. He put a hand up to her bobbed hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her head back, kissing her ferociously inches from Willow’s face. Willow felt the pleasure sensors deep within her waken and stir.
Then he pushed Elouise roughly away and turned the full beam of his dark eyes on Willow. Elouise licked her lips with a satisfied smile.
“Please let me go,” whispered Willow.
But as she said it, her mind was bombarded with memories of what had happened last time she’d seen Etienne. His hands on her breasts and his mouth at her throat. The searing pain had become as addictive as pleasure. She whimpered as her back arched involuntarily, thrusting her hips away from the wall toward the vampire.
As fear was overcome by longing, Willow felt both of the vampires’ hands on her body.
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Buy links
You’ll find The Crimson Bond at Secret Cravings, Amazon US, Amazon UK, All Romance and Smashwords.
Bio
Tamsin Flowers loves to write light-hearted erotica, often with a twist in the tail/tale and a sense of fun. In the words of one reviewer, ‘Ms Flowers has a way of describing sexual tension that forces itself upon your own body.’ Her stories have appeared in a wide variety of anthologies , for publishers including Cleis Press, Xcite Books and Go Deeper Press. She has now graduated to novellas with the intention of penning her magnum opus in the very near future. In the meantime, like most erotica writers, she finds herself working on at least ten stories at once: while she figures out whose leg belongs in which story, you can find out more about her at Tamsin’s Superotica or Tamsin Flowers.
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Many thanks again Tamsin for taking time out at this busy time of year to come and share your delicious story with us.
Have a wonderful Christmas.
Happy reading everyone.
Kay xxx
ADVENT CALENDAR – DAY 16
Day 16!!
FINGER MUSIC
December 15, 2013
INTERVIEW WITH SERENA FOLKES- Guest Blog with Primula Bond
I’m delighted to welcome back Primula Bond to my site today- and boy does she have a wonderful interview to share- let’s get to know Serena Folkes…
Over to you Primula…
INTERVIEW WITH SERENA FOLKES
NO LONGER THE COUNTRY BUMPKIN
Serena Folkes is the heroine of Primula Bond’s Unbreakable Trilogy. In the first book, The Silver Chain, she meets her hero, the gallery owner Gustav Levi, who offers to finance and launch her debut photography exhibition in return for her company and sexual favours. As they get to know each other and overcame the damage wreaked on them by her wretched childhood and his abusive marriage, the arrangement swiftly moves past the professional, and they have become passionate lovers. From being reserved and mistrustful, Serena has been drawn to Gustav’s magnetic power and his underlying need to love again, and he has returned that love and trust by asking her to live with him.
But just as they are celebrating the success of her sell-out exhibition and are making plans to travel to New York together, Gustav’s estranged, manipulative younger brother, Pierre, appears out of the blue. With Serena’s encouragement Gustav longs to restore their old closeness, but in The Golden Locket she realises that Pierre’s presence in their lives is not only re-opening old wounds but threatens their hard-won security and their very relationship.
Serena has torn herself away from Gustav’s side in their stunning new penthouse apartment on the Upper West Side, to have a chat with us tonight.
You’ve come a long way in the last few months, Serena. Literally. You’re living in New York now. But before we talk about life at the top, tell us a little bit about your background.
Well, it’s no secret that I had a very cold, isolated, unhappy upbringing. I was abandoned when I was four days old on some church steps and I was adopted and brought to Devon by the man who found me. The adoption should never have gone through. He and his wife should never have been allowed to keep a dog, let alone a child. I was treated like an infestation, an unwelcome intruder in their lives. The cuckoo in a very bare nest. Basically I was neglected for sixteen years.
What happened when you were sixteen?
I left home and went to live in a caravan with my boyfriend Jake. He was a bit of a rough diamond, but looking back on that traumatic childhood I realise now that he saved my life, and I hope one day I get the chance to thank him properly. Last time I saw him he was still pretty bitter about our break up, even though he’s doing OK now as a cub reporter on the local rag. But we were never going to be together long term.
How has that background shaped you?
I grew a kind of shell which protected me from the worst of it. I’m no psychologist, but I could have turned into a loner or inherited their monstrous ways. Instead I was lucky enough to bond with my adoptive cousin Polly on her rare visits to Devon, and there was Jake, and also the people at the riding stables I used to stay with at weekends, and also my art lecturers at college, and they all showed me that there were genuine, kind people in the world. On a personal level the shell, though fairly thin, kept me from trusting or loving too much. And on the outside it made me determined to work hard in order to get the hell out of there. Even so I take nothing for granted. I still pinch myself every morning when I wake up with a diary full of influential clients to photograph, and Mr Levi by my side. But I’m acutely aware that it could all be snatched away from me in an instant.
We’ll come to Gustav in a minute. First let’s talk a little more about the photography, which after all is what brought you two together. Why did you choose that as your career?
The first time I looked through a camera lens it encapsulated how I saw the world. A photographer is outside looking in, and as a child I was made to feel like the outsider. But I realised that I could turn away from all the ugliness. I could choose what I was looking at. When I had my camera in my hand I no longer felt lonely, or helpless. Through a camera lens you see what you want to see. Things become what you want them to become. You can place things, and frame them, as you choose. You’re not just seeing a flower, or a horse, or a sea shell. As a photographer you can give everyday objects an entirely different aspect just by composition or lighting. But it’s human beings that interest me most.
Which brings us on to the voyeuristic aspect of your work.
On my travels round Europe last summer, my first real taste of freedom, I was taking photographs as an art form, usually outside and in public. I soon discovered that if people know you are taking photographs they either get cross or inhibited, or they take it as a compliment. Either way they rarely behave naturally. So rather than pander to those reactions I wanted to become invisible. This is where the zoom lens comes in handy. It creates an intimate detachment, if that makes sense. A detached intimacy? At first I’d be out and about photographing girls oiling each other on the beach, or lovers kissing on benches, but it was when I followed this little nun in Venice right inside her enclosed convent and saw the sisters in their cells undressing and flagellating, that I got that real voyeur’s thrill. So now I either persuade people to let me come inside and act as if I’m not there, or I secretly watch my subjects through windows and doors as they go about their private business.
That’s pretty kinky, isn’t it?
Oh, very. I’ve been open about how I’m vicariously turned on by what I’m seeing. But it’s not just me and my subjects who get aroused. The people coming to my exhibitions and buying my work obviously enjoy this voyeuristic tendency. Since arriving in New York I’ve lined up several ‘at home’ commissions, at least two of which have already involved more than two participants, shall we say, as well as some full-on audience participation from me. So I reckon I’ve corned this niche of the market!
So let’s go back to Gustav. What first attracted you to him?
That’s like the Mrs Merton interview on TV years ago, when she asked someone what attracted them to their rich, successful husband? I mean, have you seen my Gustav? He’s got everything. Not just a huge wallet! He’s tall, dark, handsome, has great dress sense, a sexy deep voice, those amazing eyes – have you seen his eyes? They pull you in, like magnets. His hands, they’re really big, you know, and warm? As for the rest of him.. how long have you got? So yeah, it was a physical thing at first, I don’t mind admitting that. I bet he’d say the same thing about me – God, I hope he would! But I could equally have run a mile, because he was scary, too. I had him down as a vampire. There was this haunted, distant look about him. I know the reason for that now, but back then it just made me want to get closer to him.
And when was the moment you properly fell for him?
I think it was when he first touched me. Touched my hair, I mean. We went and had a martini in the Dukes Hotel bar, and when I left he helped me with my coat – did I tell you he’s a real gentleman? – and when he pulled my hair out from my collar he ran his hands through it, and it was the sexiest, most tender thing anyone had ever done for me. The people who brought me up used to hack my hair off when it got past my ears. They called it ugly and ginger. That’s why I have it so ridiculously long now.
We know that the silver chain was Gustav’s symbolic way of tying you to him and keeping you in his power, but what did it mean to you?
Life with Gustav is full of firsts. The bracelet he gave me to attach the silver chain was the first piece of jewellery I’ve ever had, so that made it unique and precious, and the silver chain seemed a pretty extension of that. I liked that he used it to keep me close. It may have been meant as a form of bondage, but also it made me feel desired, and safe. It was also a signal to the world, if the world was watching, that we were together. If he thought it would frighten or cow me, he was wrong. It just made me feel strong whenever he clipped it on. And it turned me on, if I’m honest. Because every time I see that silvery sparkle, I know what’s coming!
Ooh, you’re making me feel quite hot under the collar. So what is the significance of the golden locket?
It’s beautiful, isn’t it? The same jeweller made it as made the silver chain. So it’s my second ever piece of jewellery. Gustav gave it to me for Christmas. Our first Christmas together. And like the silver chain it symbolises our togetherness, because I can’t take it off. He’s still playing games with me though, because there’s a secret object inside that rattles whenever I move. A constant reminder of him, even when we’re apart. And he won’t tell me what is in there until I’ve earned it.
Does Gustav’s past bother you?
No-one likes thinking about their lover’s ex, do they? Gustav was even jealous about Jake at one point, for heaven’s sake. Gustav did tell me about his ex-wife and how their abusive marriage belittled him. She sounds like one of these temptress types who bewitch men and threaten women. But she’s history. So what bothered me was the other subjects that were taboo. The subject of his brother Pierre in particular. His Achilles heel. That was a huge barrier between us. So when Pierre turned up at the gallery unnannounced just before Christmas, turns out he’s my cousin’s American boyfriend no less, there was this awful showdown, but I was glad in a way because it was all out in the open. I’m a bit dismayed to find out that the crux of their feud was, you guessed it, the bloody ex wife. I had no idea how poisonous she really was, seducing his beloved younger brother right under his nose. But at least Gustav can resolve this terrible estrangement now. I love him, so I want to help him.
That’s very understanding of you. So what do you think of Pierre?
First impressions? He’s too like Gustav for comfort. They are almost like peas in a pod, and yet they are totally different, too. They look alike. Sound alike. But then you spot these little differences. Gustav is taller. Pierre has thicker hair. Gustav’s voice is educated. Pierre has acquired a kind of twang. Gustav is measured, cool, fair. Pierre seems to be quick-tempered, wary, and defensive. A therapist might sum up that he’s Gustav’s dark side.
You’ve obviously examined him closely. But I suppose the question was, do you like him?
In a word? Yes and no. Oh, that’s three words, isn’t it? He’s stimulating company, he can turn on the Levi charm when he wants, no doubt about that. I’m intrigued, but I do feel I’m on egg shells, too. I’ve never really been on my own with him but even so I can tell there’s still resentment, certainly from his side, and I worry that he could still find a way to hurt Gustav. Also, a new problem has arisen since we were all together at the New Year. Pierre has just dumped my cousin Polly, and it’s all very difficult because she doesn’t know why and she’s distraught. She thinks the influence of ex-wife Margot might be behind it. Or he may just be screwing his way round the dancers he works with. Polly’s asked me to find out what’s going on, but Pierre has a way of toying with me. He tries to get me to side with him against Gustav because we’re the same age and Gustasv is older. I think he might fancy me. I try not to respond, I don’t fancy him, of course not, I’ve got Gustav, but Pierre does have a way of catching you off guard. Dangerous. That’s what I reckon. He’s attractive, but dangerous.
Quite easy to avoid him, I would have thought. New York’s a big city. So how are you settling in?
Loving it. I feel as if this place was just there across the Atlantic, waiting for me to touch down. It gives me a real buzz and because I’ve had quite a lot of work on, I feel part of the fabric already. I’ve had some pretty kinky adventures since I arrived here. Gustav is really letting me spread my wings socially and sexually, but he likes his provisos, and the proviso is that he accompanies me on my more controversial commissions. Anything involving threesomes, in other words. And that’s fine. More than fine. I want him with me. It turns me on to know he’s watching me when I’m working. Viewing me when I’m viewing. So I’m the voyeur, viewed. And then we have a stunning apartment on the Upper West Side overlooking Central Park. The man I love is rooting for me. So most of the time I feel like a very, very lucky girl.
And what next for Gustav/Folkes Enterprises?
Well, I’ve got two big commissions coming up. One is with Pierre, in fact, at the theatre where he’s the set and cosume designer. I’m filming a day in the life behind the scenes as the dancers dress up and perform. Pierre wants to pitch it to some reality show producers in Hollywood. I’m a bit anxious, to be honest, especially as Gustav can’t be with me for that job. Then we’re off to Venice for the carnivale which will be fantastic! So there’s no holding me back at the moment!
Thanks Serena, and good luck with all that the future brings!
Thanks. I have a funny feeling I’m going to need it!
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EXCERPT FROM THE GOLDEN LOCKET
The waiter approaches to take our plates and refill our glasses of wine. He hesitates, eyes flickering over where my hand is massaging my man’s thigh. I give him my best Bambi stare back, followed by a deliberate flutter of the eyelashes. Lower my left eyelid in a slow wink and see the flush creep up his thin neck.
Then I take a real twisted delight in pressing my hand against Gustav’s zipper, letting the waiter see the way my elbow and arm are moving while he tries to clear the plates and lay spoons without dropping anything in his eagerness to see. I rub my palm between Gustav’s legs, and feel the hardness growing.
The plates rattle as the waiter balances them up his arm. He backs away, and I see him retreat to the corner of the room where he nudges a fellow waiter and jerks his head over towards us.
Gustav is in my thrall now. He presses his hand on top of mine, moving it faster and harder over him. His face remains calm, other than the tell-tale spark in his eyes. The calmer he remains, the more determined I am to break his cool. If I take him all the way to the edge there will be the jump of his Adam’s apple, the black molasses glaze in his eyes which tells me he’s about to come.
His voice is husky now. ‘Never say never could be a risky adage.’
‘Risky is where the fun is, don’t you agree?’ Under the table I continue to massage him until he starts to buck gently against my hand. I glance over at the waiter. He’s still staring at me, his hand moving in his trouser pocket. I twiddle innocently with my wineglass before lifting it, puckering my mouth slowly, and taking a long sip.
‘Oh, you’re transforming before my very eyes, Serena,’ Gustav murmurs as I fondle and drive him to the point of no return. ‘What have I done to you?’
I laugh softly as he bucks against me one more time then slumps back. I remove my hand, tuck it under my chin thoughtfully. Glance over at the waiter and mouth at him show’s over.
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Thanks ever so much for sharing that brilliant interview Primula!!
Happy reading everyone,
Kay xx
ADVENT CALENDAR- DAY 15
Day 15!!
SERIOUSLY SEXY STOCKING FILLERS
December 14, 2013
The Power of the Little Red Dress- Blissemas Kissmas from Kay Jaybee
I’m delighted to be taking part in this years Blissmas Kissmas…
I thought I’d bring you a kiss from my new festive anthology, Christmas Kink today- from the story, The Little Red Dress.
In this snogging extract, normally sensible Alice, is being swayed by both the wanton behaviour of the gorgeous little red dress she has been persuaded to wear to the office Christmas party, and her desire for revenge against Gary, the man who publically dumped her at the Christmas party last year…
Letting the dress do the thinking, aware that Gary would be there any moment, with her pulse thumping faster and faster, and her blood coursing through her veins with a strange chilled heat, Alice tiled her stomach forward, so it met the blondes and said, ‘I think we should give him much more to think about than that…’ And, before she had given herself a chance to think, Alice leant forward and brushed Susie’s lips with her own.
She hadn’t been prepared for the shot of electricity that instantly ricocheted through her frame. Alice wasn’t sure if she’d planned to kiss Susie harder all along, or if that first small kiss had been intended to be a one off, but suddenly there were no doubts and no questions. There were just hands and lips.
As Susie’s palms pressed Alice’s breasts through the scarlet material, she whispered, ‘Your first time with a woman?’
‘No, but it’s been a long time.’ Alice reciprocated by rotating the flat of her hands over Susie’s breasts, ‘Gary has no idea I’m flexible in my approach to sex.’
‘He will have in a minute.’ Susie kept up the pressure of one hand over Alice’s left breast, while hooking her other hand under the little red dress, working it up the clinging fabric.
Alice gasped, in the concentrated buzz of adrenaline her new circumstances had bought she’d totally forgotten that she was going commando. Her pussy twitched with desire as one of Susie’s fingers met her smoothly shaven mound.
The gasp was echoed by Susie, whose blue eyes dilated like saucers, ‘Wow, you beautiful hussy you! I had expected a thong!’
‘Complaining?’ Alice rocked her hips further forward, so that more of her pussy could feel the exploring finger.
‘Oh hell no.’ Susie began to match the rotations of Alice’s palms at her chest with the movements of the digit, while adding a thumb to the mix; using it to nudge Alice’s clit every few seconds.
With their mouths glued together, Alice’s world became focused on the tongue, lips, and fingers of the woman opposite her. She was so close to climax. All evening it had been as if her dress had been subconsciously goading her on, and now all Alice wanted to do was come against this unknown woman, and then return the compliment.
No sooner had she had the thought, than Alice’s channel muscles began to spasm and flex, her stomach flipping with pleasure, as the hand at her breast abruptly thrust itself down her cleavage and pinched a rock hard nipple, forcing an orgasm to wash over her…
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Merry Christmas
Kay xx
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