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December 13, 2013
ADVENT CALENDAR – DAY 13
Day 13!!
YES MA’AM
December 12, 2013
December 11, 2013
ADVENT CALENDAR- DAY 11
Day 11!!
QUICK KINK ONE
December 10, 2013
The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour – Day 3
I am delighted to be hosting Day 3 (and therefore Chapter 3) of this amazing blog tour- I’m not going to ramble on- but just hand you straight over to the brilliant Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae….
Welcome to The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour. This is a very special tour as over twelve days the first twelve chapters of The Novice, book #1 in the Sexy as Hell series by Harlem Dae – http://www.harlemdae.com will be published, one per day, per blog, for you to get a taste of Victor and Zara’s wild and erotic journey. A huge thank you to Kay for hosting us today.
About Sexy as Hell – Sexy as Hell is an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.
Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar.
Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins.
Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs…
Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge.
Please note, in order to enjoy Victor and Zara’s adventures, the trilogy must be read in order.
The Novice is the first book, the second The Player and finally The Vixen. Here is the back cover information for The Novice.
London – one meeting, one month of lessons and a landslide of depraved new desires.
My journey to hell started with a decaff coffee. Nothing more than a grey mug full of dull-brown liquid devoid of its most useful ingredient.
One sip, one smile, one touch of her hand and it was soon clear my life wasn’t destined to stay dull. Oh, no, suddenly I had a month of bedroom education planned by a sultry vixen who intended to broaden my horizons beyond my usual peach-pink palette.
She wanted to take me to deep purples and navy blues and the pitch blackness that was pure sin. And on the other side of that blackness was a place that might look like Hell, with debauchery and wantonness, people playing devil’s advocate, luring innocents into the hotter, steamier corners of the world.
Her world.
Oh, yes, she promised each night to take me there and paint me an orange-and-red picture that would come alive, flickering like flames, enticing me, holding me spellbound and eager to learn more. To touch, explore, drown in coming.
And drown I would. I was no match for her tricks and taunts. My only chance of survival was to show her that I was no vanilla virgin. I had a rainbow of mastery up my sleeve, too, and if she just opened her eyes, she might be dazzled enough to stay—stay and take ‘my’ lessons. If she didn’t kill me first, that was, with pleasure.
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So what are people saying about the Sexy as Hell Trilogy? I’m pleased to report that it’s all good, no, more than good. This trilogy has been described on Amazon as “far better than the 50 Shades of Grey”, one reader said, “I’ve read many erotic novels and BDSM books but these ones are by far my favourites.” another stated, “I was looking to be titillated yes, but instead was captured by the story of Zara and Victor.” You can read all the glowing reviews on the Harlem Dae website, plus read the FREE Harlem Dae magazine with all the inside gossip about the Sexy as Hell Trilogy and what it was like for two authors writing nearly 300k together and how their characters inspired them to keep on writing.
So finally, with just a last warning that this story is boundary pushing, hot, edgy and dark and not for those of a delicate disposition. It’s BDSM primarily but has a slow burn romance that tips everything on its head as feelings intensify and souls are bared.
Links
Tour Information/Where to find all the chapters – http://www.harlemdae.com/p/sexy-as-hell-on-tour.html
Harlem Dae Website – http://www.harlemdae.com
The Novice –Amazon http://www.amazon.com/The-Novice-Book-Sexy-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00G002LHE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1382286311&sr=8-1&keywords=the+novice+by+harlem+dae
Amazon UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Novice-Book-Sexy-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00G002LHE/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1382369723&sr=1-1&keywords=The+Novice+-+Book+%231+in+the+Sexy+as+Hell+Trilogy
The Player – Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/The-Player-Trilogy-Erotic-ebook/dp/B00E251FOO/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1
The Vixen – Amazon http://www.amazon.com/The-Vixen-Trilogy-Erotic-ebook/dp/B00E251KU8/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1
Chapter Three
How the bloody hell did I end up being sucked off by the crazy woman from the damn coffee shop? No, it was more than sucked off, she was gulping and guzzling me deep into her sublimely hot throat. It wasn’t your regular blowjob—those I had some modicum of self-control over. No, this, delivered by a wanton, trickster of a creature, had me consumed, completely possessed. Three wickedly rich slurps connecting her palate to my cock and it was all over. I’d never come to the boil so fast or hit the finish line with such devastating speed. I wasn’t proud of either fact. To tell you the truth, I was fucking embarrassed.
I’d clenched my fists at some point and now the strands of her hair, woven through the softer skin at the seams of my fingers, were nylon-sharp with tension.
But she didn’t complain at my firm grip. Her head kept bobbing, her tongue slipping and sliding and hugging me like a silken, moist blanket.
I wanted her to keep going, I needed her to stop. As my climax dissipated, sensations washed through me in an avalanche of release. It was both exquisite and agony and it scared the shit out of me.
“Please.” I shifted on the chair. “Please, no more.” I was panting and breathless, my vision foggy, and I had a tingling in my fingertips.
I dragged in a deep breath, willing the oxygen to circulate. My heart was thudding so hard I could feel the flow of the cardiac contractions, top to base, rippling within the inner walls of my chest.
Keep going, you onerous bugger.
Pulling harder at her hair, I shut my eyes. I didn’t need to see Julie writhing in the afterglow of her orgasm. I’d had as much as I could take. The bombardment of pleasure, extreme pleasure, in one short, sharp blast was the same as getting a slap around the face or a kick up the backside. I needed to re-align my senses and let my body calm down.
I opened my eyes as Zara raised her head. She kept her hand coiled around my cock. There was a drip of cum sitting right in the centre of her bottom lip.
She must have sensed the droplet there, or seen me staring, because she made a show of scooping up the cum, balancing it on the pointy pink end of her tongue and then drawing it into that sinful mouth of hers.
My cock twitched against her palm; my heart continued to thud.
Dirty bitch.
“So, Victor,” she said with a smug smile, “did you know watching a woman flagellating herself to orgasm would turn you on so much?” She tilted her head and tumbles of her now messy, tangled hair slipped over her shoulders.
I fingered my damp brow, worrying that I was clammy. No, just sweaty. Sweat I could handle. Sweat could be wiped away and forgotten on the sleeve of my shirt.
“Is that a rhetorical question?” I pressed my arm over my forehead then gripped the arms of the chair again.
She laughed, not with humour, just with the mirth of being right. “You’re so sweet.”
“I’m not sweet.” I frowned.
She bloody annoyed me. She was so damn cocky and sure of herself and now she thought I was sweet of all things. I perhaps had some issues, limitations, and I wasn’t as clued up on the seedier aspects of the city as she was, but I wasn’t fucking sweet. I was a successful businessman—no, more than successful, I had my career by the balls and was dragging it exactly where I wanted it to go and making a tidy fortune along the way. Had been for several years now.
“Ah, you prefer to be considered manly, don’t you?” She stroked my face, temple, cheek, chin and then up the other side in a caressing, sweeping gesture.
It didn’t feel caring. It felt like she was mocking me. I hated to be mocked and she’d done more than her fair share of it tonight. Hell, I couldn’t remember when anyone had last dared mock me. Yet here she was…
The redness of anger that grabbed me sent sharp fingers of heat over my skin. My temper could reach Richter scale proportions, it was true, but it hadn’t for so long. Not for years now. I couldn’t afford for it to. But Zara, she was taking me to the edge of that cliff.
No, I wouldn’t tip over the ledge. She wasn’t worth it. This wasn’t worth it. And certainly it wouldn’t be ideal considering the already rampant rate of my heart. I sucked in a great pull of air, held my breath and tried to force the air out, feeling the pressure increase in my lungs. My heart clattered all the harder, almost rocking my whole body to its tempo. I should be willing it to slow down but all I could think about was getting up, tucking my cock away and leaving.
All this crap about hanging around with her for a month while she showed me new things was bullshit. I’d said yes out of curiosity. Out of not wanting to go back on my word or look a coward.
“You can be manly and sweet,” she whispered onto my lips.
I slowly blew out my breath, felt a modicum of normality return.
She leaned in, closer still, as though trying to breathe in my air. When she spoke her lips brushed mine as her mouth moved around the syllables. “Right now what I’m holding is all man.” She gave my dick a stroke and the traitorous blighter twitched despite the fact it was softening. “But your blue eyes, they’re sweet as sugar.”
“Stop saying sweet.” I’d spoken through gritted teeth.
“Okay, how about delightful, does that sound better?”
“Marginally.” I frowned.
“So what do you think? You want to stay and see the next show? See if we can wake Sid Vicious up again?” She squeezed my cock. “Or shall we go somewhere else?”
“Please, do not start naming my dick. We’re not nearly familiar enough for that kind of crap.” Talk about taking liberties. Even Helen, after four years together, hadn’t baptised my prick.
“Oh, but I beg to differ. You’ve just come down my throat, doesn’t that give me some kind of naming rights?”
I shifted, pushing her off my lap and dislodging her hold on my cock. “No, it doesn’t. I didn’t exactly have much say in the matter, did I?”
“But you didn’t complain.” She licked her lips. “And it didn’t take long, did it?”
I stood, stuffed my cock away and turned from the window, blocking out the view of Julie, shining with sweat and red with lashmarks as she bowed and smiled at her audience. “I’m out of here.”
“Where are we going?” She stood, placed one hand on her hip and straightened out her hair with the other.
“We?”
“Yes, we.’
“We’re not going anywhere. I’m going home.” I needed to chill out, lay the hell down, take one of my pills. It was about due.
She pouted. “But, Victor, I thought we were together now, for the month.”
“What, twenty-four-seven?” She couldn’t be serious. She’d bloody suffocate me. Not to mention I had a shedload of work to be getting on with.
“Well, no, not twenty-four-seven, but at night at least. You know, right up until the witching hour.”
You’re a fucking witch. The words were on my tongue, but I didn’t let them escape, even though they were slippery suckers and desperate to get out. “Witching hour?”
“Yeah, until at least midnight, every night.”
“Every night.” I shook my head and gave a derisive snort. She was off her head. I had a multi-million-pound business to run.
She frowned and narrowed her eyes. “I thought we’d agreed that you, the great Victor…” She drew a circle in the air, as though reeling my surname from my mouth.
“Partridge.” I offered my surname, for the third time, a little grudgingly.
“That you, Victor Partridge, need a teacher?”
“Well, you seemed to decide that I need one and that you were qualified for the job.” I walked to the door and reached for the handle.
Suddenly she was behind me, pushing insistently and moving me forward. Before I could react, I was pressed to the door, pinned in place by her connecting her body with as much of mine as possible. My breath blew out and the tips of my shoes kicked the base with a sharp thud.
“Hey,” I said, shocked at the violent way she’d cornered me and was keeping me prisoner.
The tense peaks of her breasts were slotted against my back, her mound on my right buttock and her knees jutting into mine. If she bent her legs sharply I’d crumble.
A wave of irritation crested then broke through me. The surface of the door was super-cool on my hot cheek. “Hey.”
I went to turn, but she flattened her mouth to my ear, stroked her tongue along the outer crease and then inside the hole. Her breaths were as loud as a storm, and a moist heat filtered down my neck. For a moment the sensation was disorientating and I reached for the doorframe, needing something to hold on to.
“Shh,” she said. “Just give it up, will you? I thought we’d agreed you’d have a go at switching and not always having your finger on the pulse.”
Great analogy.
“Victor, just surrender to me, for the smallest pocket of time. Be mine, be under my command.” Her voice was like that of a siren, all hypnotic and floaty and the only thing my brain could register. “Relax, breathe deep. You have no responsibility but to give up responsibility. I will care for you. I will take all that weight off your shoulders and carry it for you, nothing can hurt you here.”
She rested her hands over mine, interlocking our fingers as she wriggled them and then leaned even closer into me.
I wondered if people in the main room could see us like this. What they’d think of Zara hemming me in. Preventing me from leaving and me letting her have her way. Oh, I knew I was stronger than her, my brawn no match for her petite stature, and I could escape with one lunge if I threw my full body weight into it. No doubt send her sprawling in the process. But I didn’t want that. Because, pressed against the door, bending to her will, I noticed that the fluttering in my chest was easing.
“Good boy,” she said, her lips tracing the shell of my ear, her teeth just grazing the fleshy lobe. “That’s it, relax. I’ve got you. There’s nothing to worry about, you’re safe with me.”
I closed my eyes. It was as though she was melting into me, becoming part of me. Taking over all my senses with her touch and the wind of her breaths. I let myself drift. Tension wept from my body, seemingly soaking backwards, into hers.
Suddenly she stepped away. “You may go.” Her voice was harsh, the sing-song quality gone as quickly as it had arrived.
I balled my fists, and a whoosh of air plundered my lungs. “Yes.” I managed. My back, though previously hot and tacky, felt cold and naked without her, and my fingers were stiff and empty.
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Nine p.m. You know where I live. Pick me up in that fancy car of yours you told me about.”
“Tomorrow, I don’t know if…” I hesitated and stared at a knot in the wood of the door that had been painted over but was still faintly visible. Tomorrow was a full day of catching up on some tax returns I’d been putting off for weeks, and there was the Morton project that still needed work. I’d been anticipating a sixteen-hour day at least. “Okay, I’ll see you at nine.”
I opened the door, stepped through it and into the hall. Damn, I’d have to work the weekend now.
“Victor,” she called.
I stopped but didn’t look back. She wanted me to, so I didn’t. She’d caught me in her web, but I didn’t have to do everything she said. Which meant I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of facing her now as well as everything else.
“You’ve made great progress for a first night,” she said with a chuckle in her tone. “I might be able to knock that sweetness out of you after all.”
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Oh boy!!!! That was some Christmas present!! Don’t miss the other stops on the tour guys!! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and lie down!!
Happy Reading,
Kay xx
ADVENT CALENDAR- DAY 10
Day 10!! 
DIGGING DEEP
Amazon US link- http://www.amazon.com/Digging-Deep-Xcite-Romance-ebook/dp/B00AY1J0OM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1357654446&sr=8-1&keywords=digging+deep+kay+jaybee
UK link- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Digging-Deep-Xcite-Romance-ebook/dp/B00AY1J0OM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1357654789&sr=8-1
December 9, 2013
ADVENT CALENDAR – DAY 9
Day 9!!
A STICKY SITUATION
Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sticky-Situation-Xcite-Romance-ebook/dp/B0086X6XQ8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1360509794&sr=8-1
Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/Sticky-Situation-Xcite-Romance-ebook/dp/B0086X6XQ8/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1360509882&sr=1-2&keywords=a+sticky+situation
December 8, 2013
Guest Blog from Victoria Blisse- Sweet and Sexy Seasonal Treats.
I huge happy welcome today for my wonderful friend, and fellow Brit Babe, Victoria Blisse!
Over to you Victoria…
Ho, ho, ho it’s that time of the year again – Blissemas. What else did you think I was going to say?
Blissemas is the season of fun, sexy blogs and big, big prizes. I hope you’ll join in!
The inspiration for my three week long blog hop came from Christmas, I suppose that’s fairly obvious, because I love this time of year and adore expressing the joy of the season in life and in my writing world too. Hence I have lots of Christmas books. I’m going to tell you about my three latest ones today, so you can choose which is the best bit of Blisse for you!
A Blisse Christmas Collection
Blurb:
A collection of sweet, sensual and hot stories from the queen of festivities, Victoria Blisse.
A sexy indulgence for you to enjoy this yuletide with all the sights, scents and tastes of Christmas without the calories and hard work. Snuggle up and relax into stories of sleigh rides, snowy interludes and Christmas couplings. A truly festive treat just for you.
Sexy snippet:
I don’t remember much that happened between my dip in the snow and Lucy sitting on the
floor in front of me and rubbing my feet. I know things did happen but the sheer excitement
of Lucy’s touch seemed to erase the memory of anything that came before it.
Her hands were so soft and gentle and their massaging did more than warm my toes. I felt the
heat all through my body, and I mean everywhere. Her touch ignited my passion so much that
I hoped she would not be able to see any tenting of her patchwork quilt around my crotch.
I did my best to stay silent, I really did, but her gentle touch just was too much pleasure to
bear and I let out a moan of delight.
Buy Links: http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/a-blisse-christmas-collection
Really Cooking
Blurb:
Three hot men and one curvy woman, now we’re really cooking.
After breaking out of a truly awful relationship Paula finds herself floundering until she bumps into Gary. He cheers her up with a much coveted appointment at Flair, where more than her hair gets pampered. In return she offers Shane and Gary a cooking lesson to cheer up their ready-meal laden week.
The Friday feast turns into a sex laden success and becomes a recurring weekly date. Paula loves having the sexual attention of two hot bi guys but longs for something deeper.
Shane sets her up with professional chef, Nigel McCormack. Paula responds to his dominant appeal and the delights of all three men together. But how will Paula fair when she takes up a position in Nigel’s professional kitchen, will she capture his heart or will he return to his first love, food?
Sexy Snippet:
Hey ,’ I exclaimed, trying my hardest to struggle against them, ‘what are you doing?’
I giggled then as Shane ran his fingers up and down my ribs, one of my biggest tickle spots.
‘Giving you just what you deserve,’ Shane replied and manhandled me onto the floor. ‘Isn’t that right, Gary ?’
‘Oh yeah, totally ,’ Gary agreed and pushed the coffee table away from the sofa. Then he turned me over until I was on my knees, my hands gripping onto my sofa for dear life. ‘You’ve been a very naughty girl.’
‘Naughty , me?’ I gasped, my heart pounding and my skin buzzing with anticipation as the lads moved back and the imaginary imprints of their hands held me in place, my buttocks on show to both of them.
‘Yes,’ Gary said, his hand slapping down on my bottom, ‘you.’ Another smack hit my cheek and made me yelp.
Buy Links: http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/really-cooking
Making it Real
Blurb:
He’s her secret fantasy, but can she turn her dreams into reality?
Mary loves the internet but is surprised to find herself falling in love over it.
Will is a mysterious, sexy American she meets on a forum and soon it becomes apparent they have Chemistry. Part time waitress and full time author Mary is thrilled to find out her online crush is visiting England on business and plans to seduce him.
But will the heat that freely flows from monitor to monitor be present in the cold reality of Manchester in winter?
Sexy Snippet: The action heated up quickly, with him running his hands through my hair, down my shoulders and back, kissing me deeply, long and hard. I was not used to him taking so much action, apart from the one time he’d arranged it all and played Dom. Usually he was just the recipient of my typing, of my fantasies. This time he was really throwing himself into it.
He typed furiously and I found my cyber clothes falling off. He slowly stripped me and kissed and nibbled and licked until I was writhing with pleasure.
Buy Links: http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/making-it-real
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Bio-
Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.
Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut by the Sea event taking place at Scarborough Library (UK) on the 14th June 2014. A day dedicated to erotica with lots of author readings, fun giveaways and exciting talks.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB’s Resident “Naked Chef”) and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook http://facebook.com/victoriablisse , Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse
To find out more check out http://victoriablisse.co.uk
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Many thanks for coming over to share so much seasonal smuttiness Victoria!!!
Have a Very Happy Christmas- and don’t forget Blissmas everyone!!
Kay xx
It’s Blissemas!!!! Let’s Kink Christmas
Christmas is just around the corner, and once again I’m delighted to be taking part in the fabulous Blissemas promotion!!
Don’t miss out on your opportunity to win some fabulous prizes. All you have to do is write a comment on as many of the blogs as you visit- and trust me- you won’t want to miss a single one!! Check out http://blissemas.co.uk/ every day from 28th November until 18th December until Christmas for all the rules, plu your chance to read some amazing erotica, and win some prizes- including as eReader of your choice and a $100 gift card!!! If you missed any of the blogs so far- don’t worry- you can go back and look at them now!!
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Every year I take great pleasure in writing a new Christmas or Winter time tale- this year I’ve popped together a new anthology of five festive fantasises to tempt you with!
Blurb-
What’s your favourite part of the Christmas celebration? Decorating the tree with tinsel, the heavenly aroma of cinnamon and fruit from Christmas cakes and puddings, the office Christmas party, a visit to Santa’s grotto, the presents? Kay Jaybee’s Christmas Kink twists all of these festive traditions into five individual episodes of hot erotica that will leave you fanning yourself with the nearest Christmas card…
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Romantic, steamy, with a touch of S&M, and a sprinkling of cinnamon (yes, really) – I hope I’ve managed to add a little Christmas kink into this anthology for everyone.
Here’s a tasty taster from the first story…
Santa’s Little Helper
Jay gazed approvingly at her reflection in the tinsel decorated mirror. The gold material shimmered as she turned from side-to-side. Cut to fit tightly against her chest, the bodice section gave way to an extremely short, almost tutu style skirt, of the finest silvery gauze.
Her fingers trailed through the soft folds before she reached around to stroke the feather like wings that protruded from her back.
The fabric curtain was drawn back and the sales assistant drew breath. ‘You are possibly the most beautiful fairy ever destined to top a Christmas tree.’ He pulled the ties tighter at the back of the bodice, forcing Jay to stand up taller. ‘You are also the sexiest.’ He pushed two exquisite high-heeled shoes towards her white stocking clad feet, enjoying the view as her tiny gold thong flashed in front of his eyes when she bent slightly to slip them on.
As a final touch he slid a delicate glittering tiara onto her short curled hair, and put a wand in her hand. ‘Now, all that’s missing is a smile.’
‘I am smiling.’
‘That’s not a smile, that’s the evil grin of a wicked slut who knows that every guy that claps eyes on you is going to be asking Santa Claus if he can screw you for Christmas.’
Jay laughed.
‘I was thinking you could go for the child friendly smile. After all, you’re supposed to be Santa’s Little Helper at one of the department stores right?’
Jay nodded, and tried to wipe the lust off her face. Not easy when she felt so damn horny dressed like an expensive tree decoration. She thanked the assistant, paid the costume hire charge and, wrapping a large black cloak around her shoulders, left the shop for her place of work.
The shop assistant had been right, she was to be Santa’s Little Helper, but this was not a grotto for children; his joke had been closer to the truth than he’d thought. As Jay reached ‘Spanks’, the club she’d worked in for two years, she slipped into one of the back rooms, and into the discreetly advertised grotto.
Santa, already dressed in his traditional red and white, with huge false beard and hat in place, stared at her with giveaway young eyes as she hung up her cloak. He didn’t say anything, but slipped a gloved hand up her skirt and slowly stroked the tops of her legs. Jay purred at him, enjoying the sensations for a few seconds before moving away.
It was show time.
The queue was fairly small, but as visits to Santa had been by appointment only, this was not a surprise.
After the first five men had sat on Santa’s lap and asked to have their Christmas wishes granted, for which they had already paid handsomely, Jay was glad to have a break. She needed a drink to remove the taste of condom and sweat from the three blow jobs she’d given, and needed to calm her own rising desire after the last two guys activities.
They had visited Santa together, sitting on a knee each, they’d requested an intimate examination of her chest. Santa had obliged, removed his gloves and undid her bodice…’
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If you’d like to see what Santa did next, or you fancy dipping into the other stories- Decorations, Cake Mix, Candy at Christmas or The Little Red Dress- you can buy Christmas Kink on Amazon at-
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GI2DDQM
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Hope you enjoyed that!! Don’t forget to visit all the other stops on this fabulous Blog Party!! http://blissemas.co.uk/
Happy Christmas!!
Kay xx
ADVENT CALENDAR -DAY 8
December 7, 2013
Gratis: Midwinter Tales
It is with great pleasure, and no little amount of pride, that I can announce the forthcoming release of a brilliant new anthology of erotica- Gratis: Midwinter Tales.
“Christmas has come early: Nine writers work together to create the must-read Free Holiday release of 2013. Every one of the twelve stories contained within Gratis: Midwinter Tales serves as a satisfying bite out of each author’s repertoire, to tempt and seduce and sweep you off your feet. Our stories comfortably straddle both erotica and romance genres and cover a variety of themes. Some are innocent, others seek to force you to your knees, but all have something in common: they’ll make you feel.
Gratis : Midwinter Tales comprises works by Chloe Thurlow, E.A. Chapterhouse, Elizabeth Woodham, Hedonist Six, Jason Jaxx, Kay Jaybee, KM Dylan, Livilla Sanders and M.J. Carey. We hope you’ll find a new favourite author, or nine, within these pages.”
Contents
Snow Falls Softly by Chloe Thurlow, In the Mood by E.A. Chapterhouse, Wicked Games by Elizabeth Woodham, Virgin by Hedonist Six, White (Lights Out) by Jason Jaxx, A Pair Well Met, Blinked, and The New Year Dancers by Kay Jaybee, The Future First Lady of France by KM Dylan, Glove, and A Penheligon Christmas by M.J. Carey.
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I was extremely flattered when I was invited to take part in this erotic enterprise- and what company I’m in! Just check out this list of biographies from my fellow authors- and their tasty story blurbs…
Chloe Thurlow
Bio- Chloe Thurlow is an insomniac and writes her books in the dead hours of night to the sound of the planes flying low over the Thames into Heathrow. She is the author of five erotic novels and a cult blog at www.chloethurlow.com
Chloe Thurlow
Blurb- Snow Falls Softly
It is the night when Jools feels as if she is gripped in the hands of destiny, a night of uncontrollable passion, a love so deep it feels as if her soul is bursting. It begins to snow as Josh takes her in his arms and kisses her eyes, her neck. He draws her top over her head and her breath catches as his long kiss caresses the hollow of her throat. In two days, Josh will marry another woman unless Jools can convince him to stay or the snow that falls and keeps falling prevents him from going.
Livilla Sanders
Bio- I don’t exist. We’ll never meet. I am a figment of my owner’s imagination. She loves cats and chocolate.
Connect with my imagination: http://t.co/eJwd2xXFXb
My erotic stories, ‘The Spanish Artist’ and ‘Cassie’s Call’, are available now, and I’m working on a collection of short stories, ‘Casual Collisions’, due out very soon.
Blurb- Irrecusable
‘Irrecusable’, my contribution to Gratis: Midwinter Tales, is told by Kate Parkinson. She encounters the alluring sexual force that is Séverine Rogers, a star character who features in ‘Cassie’s Call’, and the focus of my forthcoming novel ‘Séverine’. Kate is persuaded to attend a New Year celebration, and is targeted by the charming and charismatic Séverine, who embarks on a captivating seduction abundant with erotic possibilities, exposing a compelling world of secret desire she has only ever dreamed of.
Elizabeth Woodham
Bio and Blurb- I adore writing and work in a number of genres. Writing erotica is stimulating; I like to explore age-gap scenarios and feature older man, younger woman relationships in ‘It’s a Sin’ and ‘Eleanor’. ‘Wicked Games’, my contribution to Gratis: Midwinter Tales, is driven by a desire to share a little of Matthew Fletcher’s back story. Told from more than one point of view, my aim is to take you deep inside his character. We first meet Matthew in ‘Eleanor’, a novella, where he introduces Eleanor Grant to control, dominance, bindings, and wild sex, in an escalation of wicked games. Matthew and Eleanor’s story continues in ‘Falconworth’, an erotic tale set in a medieval manor, sprinkled with a dusting of history and mystery, due for release in 2014. www.elizabethwoodham.com
Elizabeth Woodham
M J Carey
Bio- Martin J Carey: author of BDSM Erotica; shorts and novellas in The Sisterhood series, and the House of Penheligon novels. My stories have been written over years of commutes on the train to work. I travel quite extensively and my stories are set in locations I know and love: Australia, France, Cornwall as well as closer to home, not very far from London. http://www.mjcarey.net
Blurb- Glove
In a moment of calm, away from the hustle of the day before Christmas Eve, a woman lays a tribute to her dead lover in the cemetery. Her memories are bitter-sweet, his hold upon her still as strong as ever. She knows she needs to finish mourning and find her way back to life. A young man watches her as she reflects upon the past. She sees him.
Blurb- A Penheligon Christmas
Set on Christmas day 1998, a few years before the events in the novel: House of Penheligon: Danielle’s rules, this short story tells the origin of Lizzie, maidservant to the House. Alicia Penheligon has returned from London and is keen to play Santa Claus to her sister Danielle, her cousin Imogene and the rest of the household.
Hedonist Six
Bio- Hedonist (or simply “H.”) is an author of Erotica / Erotic Romance based in rainy England. Addicted to caffeine, chocolate and impure thoughts, she likes to write short stories and serial novels dealing with those aspects of the human condition that we all think about, yet dare not discuss openly. No-one is perfect, neither are her characters, which makes them all the more relatable and well-liked by her fans. www.hedonistsix.com
Blurb- Virgin
After nearly four years with Jeff, everything fell apart. I found myself single, scared, but somehow liberated as well. Rather than stumble into another ill advised relationship, my best friend Sally helped me find focus. I would spend the next few months “finding myself” sexually. That’s how The Rebound List was born.
And -this- is how my journey begins: with a virgin. Number one on my naughty bucket list…
What (or whom) would you do to celebrate your freedom after your first serious relationship breaks down?
E.A. Chapterhouse
Bio- A geologist, archaeologist, explorer, mountaineer and writer, I travel a lot and am usually found on a plane, it seems, more than on the ground, where, ideally I want to be. My archaeology and exploration is a fortunate consequence of my work as a geologist. I write for my job, while writing erotica is my hobby.
My erotic stories are dedicated to the muse; she who inspires me and without whom, these stories would not exist. http://eachapterhouse.weebly.com/
Blurb- In the mood
A moment in time, as if unfolding a calendar to find a secret day within, EAC and the Muse go to a celebration for a legend of the big band era. Their shared moment is captured by memories, sounds, colours and an intruding photographer.
KM Dylan
Bio- K M Dylan is a former model turned author. She is half French, half American and lives in NYC. Ms. Dylan’s career in fashion and her sexual adventures have provided the inspirational material for her erotic novels. For more information about K M Dylan and her books, visit her Facebook author page at www.facebook.com/KMDylan or her blog kmdylan.tumblr.com where she posts NSFW thoughts and pictures that inspire her erotica (for adults only).
KM Dylan
Synopsis for The Future First Lady of France
Fashion supermodel Katie Wolfer’s scandalous journey of sexual awakening takes a sharp turn as her charismatic fiancé, Victor de Goncourt, begins campaigning to be elected the president of France. His baleful grandmother, the Duchess, demands that Katie clean up her act, and Katie wonders, does she have what it takes to be the first lady of France?
This story picks up where the first two volumes of Katie’s fictionalized erotic memoirs (the Cult of Beauty series) leave off, but it stands on its own.
Jason Jaxx
Bio- Jason Jaxx is a self-published erotica author. Due to a stressful job that offers little creative outlet, he views writing as a welcome release and challenges himself to explore different themes and styles. http://wordsfromthewhiteroom.wordpress.com
Blurb- White (Lights Out)
A late night walk through the snow finds Jack alone with thoughts of love, lust, pain and possibility.
And then there’s me. I have three stories within Gratis…
How long would you wait in the cold on New Year’s Eve in the hope of getting a glimpse of an erotic ceremony that might not even happen? In The New Year Dancers a new sexual acolyte is adopted in the mists of a midnight forest. An arranged marriage takes an unexpected twist in A Pair Well Met, a force fantasy retelling of A Taming of the Shrew, and something not entirely human is in control in Blinked…but what is it…
Launch day is 12th December! So why not treat yourself to this incredible erotic compendium of skilfully constructed smut? It won’t cost you a penny…
Happy reading
Kay xx
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