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July 30, 2013
Testing Tom by Lucy Felthouse
Blurb:
When Katrina’s ex, Tom, turns up on her doorstep, he’s literally the last person she was expecting to see. After dumping her and running off with a vanilla chick, Tom broke the Domme’s heart and left her seriously hurting. So when he returns, begging for another chance, Katrina is understandably very confused and protective of her bruised feelings. She finds it very difficult to believe that he’s turned his back on a vanilla lifestyle for good and wants to be with her, a professional dominatrix. Rather than letting her head or her heart figure out what to do, whether to forgive him, she decides to put Tom through a series of challenges that will prove his devotion to her—or not. Testing Tom is not something she’d ever expected she’d have to do, but to her, it’s the only way she can be sure whether he’s back for good.
Available from:
http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=667
Excerpt:
Katrina was halfway through an episode of her favorite drama series when her doorbell rang. She jumped, gasping as her heart lurched painfully, then pressed ‘pause’ on the remote control. Wincing slightly as she unfolded her legs from beneath her bottom—she’d been watching the program back-to-back for a couple of hours and she was stiff—she moved to the window and peered out through a gap in the curtains, careful not to let the mystery visitor see her, should she need to ignore them. Cold callers were common in her area, and drove her crazy. If she wanted to buy something, she’d contact them, not the other way around.
As it happened, it wasn’t a salesperson. She ducked back from the window, clenched her hands into fists.
“What the fuck is he doing here?”
He was literally the last person she’d expected to see standing at her door. Prince William or George Clooney would have been less of a shock.
For there, outside her house, stood the man that had broken her heart several months ago. Thomas Black. She hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him since, and now, totally out of the blue, he’d turned up.
Katrina contemplated ignoring him, going back to her show and pretending she wasn’t in. But apparently that wasn’t an option.
“I know you’re there, Katrina,” he yelled through the letterbox, “your car is on the drive, and I can see the glow of the telly through the curtains.”
Katrina decided it was time to get thicker curtains. Not wanting to cause a scene, which her nosey neighbors would no doubt adore, she moved to the front door, unlocked it and flung it open.
“Get in,” she said, quickly closing the door behind him, then turning to face her unwanted visitor. “What the hell do you want?”
He held his hands up in supplication, then spoke. “Look, I know I’m probably the last person you expected to see—wanted to see—but I have to talk to you. Please?”
He adopted the puppy-dog look he’d long-since perfected. Katrina sighed.
“You’ve got five minutes. Sit down.”
They moved over to the sitting area, and Katrina deliberately sat in the chair, so Tom couldn’t sit next to her. Settling onto the end of the sofa nearest to her, he clasped his hands together, presumably to summon his courage, and began.
“Kat, I’m here to say I’m sorry, all right? I was wrong, so wrong, to finish with you the way I did and go off with Alicia.”
“She dumped you, has she?” Katrina clenched her teeth, and felt the rage beginning to build inside her. If Tom thought he could come running back to her because his bimbo had ditched him, then he had another think coming.
“No,” he said firmly, and, she suspected, honestly. “I finished with her, actually. When I realized that I wasn’t happy with her. She never made me feel the way you do, Kat. Not once. And I know, I know it’s my fault. I wanted something… different from what we had, or at least I thought I did. I couldn’t help thinking at the time that what we did was wrong, was weird. Abnormal, even. So when Alicia started flirting with me at work, I started thinking perhaps I should try for something normal. Like everybody else out there.”
He fixed her with his soulful gaze, and continued. “But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Yes, Alicia offered me normality, a vanilla relationship, but I soon discovered it couldn’t satisfy me. Sure, she could make me come in all the usual ways—”
“Ugh, I don’t want to hear this, Tom. I don’t want to hear about your sex life with someone else!”
“Sorry, Kat. Please, just let me finish?”
When she gave a curt nod, he carried on speaking.
“Alicia could make me come in all the usual ways—I am just a man, after all—but it wasn’t the same. Wasn’t as good. It wasn’t long before I started to miss you, miss what we had together, both in and out of the bedroom. I ignored it for as long as I could, forced myself to make the effort with Alicia, but it just got to the stage where I couldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t ignore what I was, what I enjoyed, what I needed. And that’s you, Kat. I need you, and everything that goes with you.”
As a Domme, Katrina had become an expert in hiding her feelings, whether she was aroused, angry, happy, sad… it was all stuffed behind a stern facial expression. Now, though, she almost faltered. When Tom had left her, she’d remained cool and silent until the door had slammed. Then she’d broken down. She’d been deeply in love with him, and his decision had left her devastated. Months down the line, her love for him hadn’t faded, not one bit, and the fact that he was here, right now, apparently trying to get her back, was something she’d never expected. She didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or throw something at him.
She didn’t do any of those things. She kept her face straight, her thoughts whizzing through her head at a hundred miles per hour. Eventually, after letting him squirm in his seat for a minute or so, she replied. “So what exactly are you saying, Tom? What do you want?” She knew the answer, but she wanted to make him suffer, the way he had done to her after ditching her for something, someone, that could never satisfy him.
*****
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women’s Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. 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
July 28, 2013
Extract from Sexy as Hell by Harlem Dae!!
I’m away on my holidays for a few days- what better hands to leave you in than those of my fellow Brit Babes Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae… careful guys- this is HOT!!!
Sexy as Hell Trilogy -
The Virgin, The Player and The Vixen
By Harlem Dae
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.
About the Authors
Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae have been writing together for several years on top of their individual author projects. Their joint name is now Harlem Dae. They enjoy being represented by traditional houses including HarperCollins and Total-E- Bound as well self-publishing their sexy stories on Amazon. Both live in the UK and gain great satisfaction from bouncing characters and their raunchy antics back and forth, growing, nurturing and stoking plot lines until they steam off the page and push boundaries. They consider themselves to be solitary, whacky, spontaneous and desirous for many things including perfection and are frequently caught sending messages back and forth referring to each other as Rodney and Delboy.
About the Sexy as Hell Novels
The Virgin – Book #1
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.
The Player – Book #2
Tuscany – New lovers, new lessons and an eruption of uncontrollable lust.
The real world was working for me, its pastel shades and straight-and-narrow route a familiar path to tread. It suited me, this normality; it was good for me too. Or so I thought, because the new light in my life, Catherine, was not quite fulfilling my needs. Her lack of colour, the weak whispers of her kisses were not touching my soul the way I’d become accustomed to. I needed more.
More of everything in my darkly addictive rainbow; the wicked wantonness of sin, the depraved pleasure of seedy seduction and the prism of delight I took in being struck…and of doing the striking. I missed the fireworks, the brilliant displays of Technicolor ecstasy that strung me out and bared me to my bones. I wanted to go there again, and take Catherine, too, see if I could have that pyrotechnic display with her. Did she have a riot of vibrant shades beneath her skin or was she magnolia to the core?
My teacher, Zara, told me I could discover her palette. That all I needed to do was show Catherine my world, my new world, the one I’d never inhabited alone. Zara couldn’t come with me this time, she had a new student now. I was on my own, it was down to me. Or was it?
It seemed my teacher had other ideas after all, and when she sashayed back into my life with her rules and murmurs of encouragement, I had no choice but to listen to her, take her advice, follow her lead, even though I knew nothing ever ended well with her. But resistance was futile, my protests fell on deaf ears. But that suited my plans, didn’t it?
The Vixen – Book #3
Venice – Two people, a shed load of baggage and a way forward that takes extreme to new limits.
In an explosion of clarity, the mist cleared and I understood what my lascivious teacher, Zara, really was beneath the surface. I couldn’t see her beautiful core. Like a dank fog warning off poor unfortunates who wandered her way, she wouldn’t let the darkness lift, refused to light the way. But she gave me a key. It was small, stiff, and I was afraid of what I’d find if I turned it. But I did. I couldn’t resist. She did that to me.
In a tumble of truths, I understood her bleak voids and why she filled them with sharp slicing reds and hostile bruising purples. What had happened, what they’d done had bled her of colour and created a woman who needed so much more and always would—for all of time. But I could give her back that vibrancy, I was sure I could; my colours complimented hers and I had plenty of them. My needs could switch to take her to those grey places she needed to visit again in order to obliterate the memories that caused her pain. In the space they’d occupied, I’d create a pile of shimmering, perfectly cut-diamond memories, a rainbow cloud of sugar mist to replace that dankness. I could do it; I would help her become more beautiful than anything I’d seen before.
And within that new, delicate ‘thing’ was us. Victor and Zara. Unconventional, extreme, romantic, we spanned every shimmering stroke of the rainbow and all the coal-black shadows on the way down to Hell. But together we could fight demons. I would be her knight in shining armour even if it pushed me to the very limits of what I ever believed I could do to a woman. And what thrilled me, was if I bared my soul, found the courage to be a monster as well as an angel, I had a very real chance of making her mine—or did I? Because the only thing predictable about Zara, was that she was completely unpredictable.
Sexy as Hell Magazine
Or link to - http://joom.ag/ScNX
Buy Links
Amazon US
The Virgin – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E251FBW
The Player – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E251FOO
The Vixen – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E251KU8
Amazon UK
Author Links
Harlem Dae website http://www.harlemdae.com
Harlem Dae on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/NatalieDaeandLilyHarlem
Harlem Dae on Amazon US http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Harlem%20Dae&search-alias=digital-text&sort=relevancerank
Excerpt from The Virgin
I sighed then sipped my coffee, wondering what on earth was the matter with me. Perhaps this game with Victor was dragging me down. If that was the case, I couldn’t wait for it to be over. I stared into space, working out what to show him next. There were the Swedes—mustn’t forget those—but maybe they’d be better off left for the finale. God, that would give him a last visual to remember his time with me by. I could only hope he learned from what I was teaching him and didn’t file it in the back of his mind. What a waste if he didn’t use it with future women, either as a sub or having a go at domination himself. When he’d got going last night he’d given off an unstoppable energy. It was muted assertiveness yes, but I was pretty sure it was there.
Bile rose into my throat.
Was I coming down with something? That would be all I’d need, being sick smack bang in the middle of a bet. I breathed deeply, waiting for a slash of nausea to strike, but nothing came. Maybe the milk in the coffee wasn’t as fresh as it could be. I shrugged, once again studying the men in the coffee shop. One of them, nice-looking and hair much like Victor’s, greying a bit at the temples but not quite as long at the back as his, was typing steadfastly on his laptop. I wondered what he did for a living that meant he spent his coffee break working. Or perhaps he wasn’t working at all. He might well be firing off saucy emails to a woman who read them while frigging her clit. Would Victor be up for something like that?
I wasn’t about to wait to find out. I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone. Having stored his email address in my mind, I tapped the icon for my mail app and typed it in, taking a moment to think on what to put. In the subject line I typed CAN YOU WALK PROPERLY TODAY? then proceeded with the main entry.
Dear Mr Doesn’t-Know-It-All-But-Knows-A-Bit-More-Than-Before,
I hope this email finds you in good spirits. How is your arse? Sore? I imagine it is. Mine isn’t, just in case you were wondering. I have a blissful kind of ache going on down there, and every time I move I think of you with your cock inside me. I have to admit, I’m wondering how that cock would feel in my cunt again, but we have plenty of time for me to find out, don’t we?
Now, about tonight. I doubt your back hole is up for any more invasions just yet, so I thought us watching a performance might be the best way to go. There’s an act you haven’t seen yet—The Harlequin; you’ll see why when you get there—and it will show you a thing or two.
8 o’clock sharp at Eden Street. If you don’t turn up this time…well, it’d be pointless if you didn’t. You know damn well I’ll only come and find you and do what I have in mind anyway. And you’ll enjoy it, I promise.
By the way, I’m enjoying a lovely coffee. Isn’t it about time you took a break?
Mistress Z
I smiled as I hit SEND, imagining his mail alarm tinkling, him opening his email browser thinking it was a client or one of his staff, only to find little old me had barged into his inbox. I wanted to barge into his inbox for real, but like I’d said to him, I didn’t think his arse could take another invasion so soon.
I sipped and gazed around while waiting for his response. If he didn’t send one immediately, then that was all right. He might be busy drawing or in a meeting or something. I hoped he wasn’t—hoped he was at his desk, bored and waiting for a decent distraction. Did he ever get bored at work, what with all those important projects to be getting on with?
My phone gave a solitary blip, and I looked down to see a number one in the corner of my mail icon. Excited, and wanting to laugh so loud it made people stare, I opened my mail.
Dear Mistress Z,
You are so naughty, emailing me like this. What did I tell you last night? I’m a busy man—too busy to be having filthy email conversations with you. Too busy to take a bloody break.
Yes, I’ll be at Eden Street at 8, not because you ordered me there but because I want to see The Harlequin. I enjoy a good show—perhaps you’d like me to take you to one of my kind some day? And yes, my arse is sore, thank you very much.
Mr Won’t-Take-Any-More-Orders-For-The-Rest-Of-The-Day
Ha! So he wasn’t so busy that he didn’t have time to respond. And as for not taking any more orders…he’d be taking them tonight.
Dear Mr I’m-Too-Busy-For-My-Mistress-Who-Likes-To-Put-Things-Up-My-Arse,
Thank you so much for your prompt response, despite being a very busy man. I appreciate you finding the time to squeeze me into your hectic schedule. I should be flattered. However, there’s always time for a bit of slap and tickle, and I aim to show you that all work and no play might make Victor a very dull man. And it had made you dull, hadn’t it? Admit it. When was the last time you had fun before you met me? Lighten up a little.
If you have a client sitting opposite your desk—and I can’t imagine you being so rude as to write filth to me if you did; again, not enough balls—or you have someone in your office, or perhaps you’re in someone else’s office and answering mail on your phone, just imagine what they’d think if they knew what we were talking about. Don’t you think it makes for an interesting deviance from your usual boring day? What a secret to have, sending raunchy messages to a woman when no one else knows.
What a secret to have when a woman emails you saying she’d like nothing more than to pay you a visit, yank down your trousers, and stuff your very hard cock into her mouth.
And you are hard, aren’t you?
Mistress Z
I sent the message and smiled. I was skating on thin ice here, risking annoying him or getting him so exasperated that the next response from him might not be so kind. Still, it was passing the time, and I could imagine him now, reading my message with a too-hard cock and no way to relieve it unless he visited the bathroom and took himself in hand. If he was in a meeting, all the better. A stiffy when sitting at a conference table could only make him want to see me tonight all the more.
My alert pinged.
Dear Mistress-Z-Who-Is-So-Infuriating-She-Makes-Me-Want-To-Scream,
I’m alone in my office, trying to work, and no, that doesn’t mean you can send me more of your dirty little messages. I really do need to get along here, and it’s all very well saying I should have secrets and should enjoy all this email sex malarkey—and I am in a way, I just wish you hadn’t chosen today to do it—but I have deadlines.
I don’t want to brush you off, believe me I don’t, but in answer to your question, yes, I’m too damn hard and it’s going to take a while for me to stop thinking about your pert little body and concentrate on work.
Now stop it. I mean it, just stop.
Mr Wants-To-Fuck-Around-With-You-But-Can’t
A grin a mile wide spread across my face. That was all I’d been after, him admitting he wanted me, giving me some assurance that he’d be at Eden Street tonight. Oh, I knew he’d said he’d be there, but after his no-show before, I’d had to make sure. And now I knew he wanted to fuck me, was sitting at his desk trying to deflate his cock, I was on cloud nine.
As I was just about to hug myself in victory, the man who looked a bit like Victor came up to my table. I stared at him, wondering what he could want, and slid my phone back into my bag.
“May I join you?” he asked.
“If you like,” I said, giving him my best I-can-hook-you-in-a-heartbeat smile. It felt wrong on my face, stretching it painfully, and I didn’t understand why. “So,” I said, following my usual patter, “what brings a hunk like you here?”
He grinned, blue eyes flashing, and placed his laptop on the table. “Having the chance to pick up a woman like you.”
Oh, someone else who thought he should be the one to run the show. I refrained from rolling my eyes and gave him another smile instead. Inwardly I sighed at having to go through this again, when all I wanted was to go home and think about tonight. I didn’t like other men encroaching on my time when I was teaching someone else.
So why were you here the other day then? The day Victor dropped in and caught you looking at other men?
I frowned. All right, so I was a hypocrite. I’d have to be honest with myself—this man wasn’t floating my boat, no matter how similar to Victor he was. No matter how attractive he was.
“I’m not here to be picked up,” I said. “I’m…well, I’m seeing someone.”
I stood and grabbed my bag, slinging the strap over my shoulder and heading to the door without looking back. I couldn’t believe I’d said that to him, had turned down the chance at a one-night stand come the end of the month. But it was all I’d been able to think of to get rid of him, to make my exit appear acceptable.
There was no other reason for saying what I had at all.
The future…
Look out for secondary characters in the trilogy, they all have their own sexy as hell stories to tell and they’re coming soon! More details about The Star, The Harlequin and The Mistress on the Harlem Dae website.
WOW!!!! Need I say more???
Not surprisingly this trilogy has a Brit Babe rating of…
Happy Reading Everyone
Kay xx
July 25, 2013
Guest Blog- Zander Vyne Talks Erotica
I am delighted to welcome the wonderful Zander Vyne to my site today!
Over to you Zander…
After Fifty Shades of Grey and countless copy-cats, I almost hate to say I write erotica. I like porno as much as the next person, so let me explain my hang-up. You see, real erotica is not always about pleasure or sex, just as sex is not always about the body. Sex can leave you wanting or satiated, physically and emotionally. Sex involves emotions (even for men, despite what some would have you believe). It can make you sad, happy, relieved, or something else entirely. Sex can heal or wound. Real erotica explores more than desire, more than body parts, and more than orgasms. It digs deeper than surface emotions. Real erotica doesn’t necessarily require you to feel horny when you read it. Real erotica often challenges you to think about yourself as a whole being. It asks you to explore the ways sex unites us, rips us apart, embarrasses us, or defines us. Real erotica can shine a light into our most secret, dark corners. Real erotica can make you uncomfortable, or squirmy. Real erotica doesn’t condemn or judge or exploit. Real erotica often features people we recognize in ourselves. Imperfect people. People who don’t have movie-star looks or Christian Grey’s bank account.
Since I began writing erotica in 2005, I’ve written stories about many facets of sexuality, from the serious to the absurd, the sad to the joyous, and everything in between. I love a challenge, and often write stories to push my own boundaries or to understand something that makes me uncomfortable. I often write from a male perspective. For many years, my readers believed I was a man, simply because I avoided the gender issue at all in my bios. I love to shock the senses, and do not shy away from difficult subjects. When I write BDSM it’s about more than toys and playacting; it’s about what drives people to delve into it (and, shocker, it’s usually not because they were abused as children). Horror is my favorite genre to read, so much of my erotica could be classified as erotic horror. My goal is simply to create the best stories I can. No genre is off-limits. If I offend you with my fiction, good. If I turn you on, okay. If I make you think, nirvana. It’s all about the emotions to me.
This year, I’m proud to be included again in Maxim Jakubowski’s Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica collection with my story, La Belle Mort that combines Victorian horror and a death-row theme. One of the best compliments I’ve ever received from a reader was on this story. “This is the product of a sick and twisted mind,” they said. My answer? “Thank you!”
In a market saturated with porno calling itself erotica, and poorly written books jumping on the Fifty Shades of Grey bandwagon, there are still writers who offer something more than body parts moving in paper-thin plots. These are a few of my favorites (besides Kay Jaybee, of course):
Charlotte Stein – http://charlottestein.net/ – She’s edgy and unexpected. Her prose is razor sharp. Whether she makes you laugh or fidget or sigh with pleasure, you’ll be entertained.
Remittance Girl – http://remittancegirl.com – RG has a knack for writing believable people and lush, foreign settings. Her work holds its own against mainstream writers. When I grow up, I want to be her.
Rose de Fer – http://poisonthorns.blogspot.com/ – Rose writes lush, gothic flavored stories and books in a distinctive and captivating voice. Her latest novella is a take on the Bride of Frankenstein story.
Mitzi Szereto – http://mitziszereto.com/ – Mitzi writes novels, though she always includes short fiction in collections she edits (lucky readers!). My favorite is Red Velvet and Absinthe, though you can’t go wrong with anything she’s involved with.
Thanks, Kay, for inviting me over to your blog. I love connecting one-on-one with readers and sharing the love of fabulous books. Visit me and read free excerpts and full stories on my blog, or chat with me on Twitter or Facebook. If you’d like to get more involved, come join my group, The Slush Pile, on Facebook. As a Beta Reader you’ll get free reads, be part of the creative process, and read books and stories long before they’re published. Hope to see you there!
Thanks again for coming to visit Zander- great post!
Kay xx
July 22, 2013
Maybe, One Day, Sometime…Perhaps? Never?
I, like all writers, had a dream when I first started to write- I dreamt of seeing a row of my books on a bookshop shelf one day.
You may not have noticed, but you can buy erotic books in actual shops now! Yes- shocking isn’t it!!
Alright, I was being sarcastic- but right now I’m a touch disillusioned with the world of erotica when it comes to actually buying hold-in-your-hands books. Which is ironic, as you can’t move through a supermarket, newsagents, or bookshop without getting a face full of “Popular erotica.”
Now- I don’t really have a problem with such books- I wish the majority of it was better written- but that’s another story. We all have different tastes, and that’s how it should be. I confess however, that I thought- well hoped- that with all the recent hype, folk would move on from those ‘lift off the shelf’ books, to seek out erotica from those of us that have been slogging away for years, honing our trade.
That has happened to some extent (mainly in the e-book arena)- I’ve been very lucky. I’ve had people find my work after reading James- and I’ve been gratified by comments from some of my newer readers-such as –
‘The Perfect Submissive makes 50 Shades look like a waste of paper’ and
‘I thought James was fantastic- then I read The Voyeur- WOW- Shades was nothing compared to this…’
I could go on- but I won’t because it is coming across like I’m showing off or attacking James-and that’s not the point of this blog at all. My point is, that the expected surge of, and demand for, paperback sales never happened. Well- it did for 2 months, then there were 2 okay-ish months sales wise in the e-book world- and now, well…
I, like so many of my colleagues are only still writing because we are addicted to what we do-not because we are making a living at it. As Remittance Girl so rightly told us all at this years Eroticon conference- “If you are in erotica to make money- get out now!”
I have never been in this to make big bucks- I just love what I do. I have a day job, and my husband is a very kind supportive wage earner. However, there are times, and they are becoming increasingly frequent, when I do wonder why I’m up until midnight, scribbling away to earn the equivalent of less than 10p and hour. I am not after ‘things’ or big houses, or cars, but it would be nice to be able to not worry about how we are going to pay for the kids to go to university in a few years, and not to have to do that very special dance I do when the boiler needs servicing, or the car needs an MOT, and I simply can’t afford for it to fail.
As I’ve already said however, I really am one of the lucky ones- other’s have given up, disillusioned, and with the sad feeling that all their hard work at getting intelligently written erotica for intelligent men and women out into the world has been a battle that was so nearly won- and then was taken away by a mass of billionaire erotica, which in its turn has inspired a lot of badly produced self published erotica, which in its turn is drowning out the well done self published erotica out there….(but that’s another rant for another day.)
A little while ago I was actually told by a major publisher that my writing was too good for them to publish – that I was too broadsheet when the world wants tabloid, and that I should maybe watch reality TV to see what people are actually after. I wanted to shout- ‘but none of my friends watch reality TV, but they all read! Every moment they have they have their noses stuck in a book (yes a book, not a Kindle)- they all have brains- they are all clever (whether academically or not), – and not one of them wants to read one more story implying that it’s only rich people who are handsome, sexy and successful’. (Do read Kd Grace’s brilliant blog post on this- she rants to perfection!)
I seem to have gone off at a tangent- And breathe… So, back to paperbacks…
Okay- so it has been possible to buy erotica paperbacks in shops for years and years- usually along the (almost extinct) top shelf. They have long been the preserve of service stations, and could be found tucked away in corners in some of the larger bookshops etc- and yes, a few erotica writers books have now edged their way onto the occasional noticeable shelf- including my own Making Him Wait- which is available in a few airports and railway stations.
But as it now costs publishers approx. £2000 a time simply to get a single title on a bookshop shelf, this is going to happen less and less- and soon traditional erotica will be the preserve of Amazon and online sellers only… Who can blame publishers for not spending that kind of money in that way when there is so much else to spend it on? This means the difference between the popular conception of ’making it’ and not ‘making it’ is growing by the day- and the dream I had when I was a new writer of seeing rows of my books in Waterstones and other bookshops is unlikely to ever come true.
And yet, somehow, I can’t quite stop hoping…
And, more to the point, I won’t be stopping writing either – I dread to think what I’d be like if I did- the powder keg of ideas in my head would explode with no where to go! Self indulgent perhaps- but I needed to get this off my chest!
Erotica- although still a wonderful world in which to work, with a huge amount of positive things happening, and some of the friendliest most supportive people in the world working within it- is a very different place than it was before April 2012- and not necessarily a better one.
The battle of well written erotica may have suffered a major skirmish defeat- but I’m darn sure the war hasn’t been totally lost yet!! So if you’ll excuse me, I will go, roll up my sleeves, put my tin hat on, grab my whip and pen, and carry on fighting!
Maybe one day I’ll get some books in that mainstream bookshop. Maybe.
Kay x
July 17, 2013
Guest Blog- Justine Elyot- What Do You Like To Call It?
I am delighted to welcome the fabulous writer and my lovely friend, Justine Elyot- and I’m ever more delighted to tell you that she’s talking spanking…
Over to you Justine….
What Do You Like To Call It?
The English Vice? Corporal punishment? This Thing We Do (handily shortened to TTWD)? Or just plain old-fashioned spanking? (Not so old-fashioned, though – the word ‘spanking’ dates back to the eighteenth century but I don’t think it was in common usage in that sense, especially in the UK, until quite a bit later.)
There are as many ways to talk about it as there are ways to do it – for an erotic writer, spanking is the gift that keeps on giving. That’s why my new Black Lace collection, Seven Scarlet Tales, focuses on a group of spanking enthusiasts and the various ways they indulge their tastes.
I’ve been reading spanking stories and blogs for years, and I thought it would be nice to pay tribute to some of the sites, writers and performers who have inspired me the most.
The Spanking Writers: http://www.spankingwriters.com/blog/
I started following this when it was genuinely ‘writers’ plural rather than singular. It has provided endless amusement, education and pleasure over the years and is a treasure trove of good stuff.
A Voice In The Corner: http://voiceinthecorner.com/
I’m a particular fan of the curator’s spanking stories, which are often rather epic in scope and include sci-fi, fantasy and historical settings. They are always well-written and character-driven, often presented from (and for) the point of view of the top, which makes a nice change.
Dreams of Spanking: http://dreamsofspanking.com/pages/main/recent
Dreams of Spanking is a relatively new site, but I’ve been following the adventures of its creator, Pandora Blake, for a while now. You will find spanking films and picture galleries here, featuring a variety of scenarios and dynamics, all intended to satisfy the female gaze. Hurrah! (My favourite, for fairly obvious reasons, is the one based on a scene from one of my books – check out Kinky.)
Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies: http://www.zilledefeu.com/
There are many, many personal spanko blogs out there, but I think perhaps my very favourite is this one. Always beautifully written, presented and illustrated, it’s an absolute treat to read.
How about you? Do you have any recommendations for me? I’d love to hear them.
In the meantime, here’s a little snippet from Seven Scarlet Tales:
‘Wet,’ he murmured. ‘What a very bad creature you must be. Do you always get this wet when you’re about to be spanked?’
‘I don’t know,’ I whispered.
He looked up sharply.
‘How can you not know?’
‘I’ve never done it before. Apart from, y’know, on stage.’
He took a step back, frowning.
‘Turn around,’ he said.
I presented my rear view.
‘No marks,’ he said. ‘Your Petruchio can’t have tamed you very much. He’s left the better part of the job to me. Do you think you can be tamed, Ms Reddish?’
‘I doubt it,’ I said, suddenly defiant. I wanted the conflict, the tension. I wanted to reprise my stage role and have him overpower me until I had to submit.
‘Oh, you doubt it, do you? There’s a challenge if ever I heard one. Very well. Kneel down now.’
I did it. The seat of the chair was uncomfortable on my knees but it was good to be able to cling to the back rung.
‘This is for your friend, Emma,’ he said laconically, ‘though I’ll be giving her the message in person as well, make no mistake.’
His hand was at once sharper and harder than Leo’s. I think he had it held in a particular way, the palm open but the fingers tight. It was more painful than Leo’s fumbling lunges.
I yelped and almost tipped the chair forward, but he put a hand on my shoulder and carried on.
What was this like? Was it what I had expected? It hurt more than I thought it would, the peppery sting spreading across my cheeks. Peregrine never left me a moment to process each stroke but laid them on quickly until I was soon gasping and wriggling around. I held on to the chair, though, my knuckles whitening as the heat built.
‘And here’s something else for being a little schemer.’
If possible, he began to smack even harder. I was uncomfortable now, itching between my legs and sore above them. I felt my skin tighten under the onslaught. I waggled my feet and jerked out a plea to stop. I didn’t want him to stop. I just needed to catch a breath.
‘You’ve bitten off more than you can chew,’ he said dispassionately, holding fire. ‘It’s not unusual. I’ve often rendezvoused with girls who promised more than they could deliver. Get your dress on and run along now.’
‘No.’ My voice ground against my lungs, low and hoarse. ‘I can take it. Just…not used to it.’
‘Are you sure? Because what I just gave you was only a warm-up. You’ll find you can bear a bit more, perhaps, now that you’re good and hot.’
‘I can. I’m sure I can. Give me more.’
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If, like Callie, you want more, Seven Scarlet Tales is available now: http://www.whsmith.co.uk/Products/Seven-Scarlet-Tales+Paperback+9780352347305
Thanks, Kay, for having me!
What a wonderful resource for anyone who wants to learn more about spanking! And WOW Seven Scarlet Tales sounds HOT!!!
Check out Justine’s Briterotica Blog here- http://briterotica.tumblr.com/post/55504227785/kay-jaybee
And her wonderful web site here- www.justineelyot.com
Thanks for coming by Justine!
Happy Reading Everyone!
Kay xx
July 14, 2013
Random Acts of Kindness
I’ll be honest- I wasn’t sure whether to write this blog- and then I wasn’t sure if I should post it. Why? Because this one comes from me- the real me- not Kay or Joshua or Jenny or John and Jen or any of my other alias- just me.
All sounds a bit twee doesn’t it! But bear with me- I’m not going soft on you I promise. I have just two rules in life- the first is that if someone is kind to you, however small the gesture, you say thank you. The second is, that if you can do something kind for someone, you do it.
Okay- don’t groan- I know it sounds even more twee now- but I have my reasons for this blog. I just want to say thank you to a few people…
I walked into my local Costa the other day- the day before my birthday- (I write in there most days, and I’ve got to know the staff well)-to find a surprise waiting for me…thank you Michelle, Claire, Jules and the whole coffee serving team…
Next, I have to thank Lily Harlem- my friend, fellow Brit Babe, and writer extraordinaire. Last Friday, on the blog of our mutual friend (and Brit Babe) Victoria Blisse, Lily was talking about the taboo of watersports in erotic writing, and kindly mentioned my book, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures. Within that tale there is a chapter that tackles wet play – it has shocked some, but to many it has been a welcome introduction to something they have never dared to admit to wanting to do…Lily didn’t have to mention my book, but she did- thanks hun.
The next person I want to send a special thank you to is Ness, aka Norfolk Erotica, who has got hold of some copies of my novel Making Him Wait, and made it recommended reading for her reading group. I mean -wow- how generous is that!!
Then to the 271 people who sent me birthday messages on FB, Twitter, and my web site, even though I’ve never met most of you- that is just so very kind.
I could go on and on- my friends and colleagues are so lovely- Annie and Debs are always there for me- Kd, Lucy, and my other fellow Brit Babes keep me sane on a daily basis- my fans, who send me lovely reviews and messages, my publishers for keeping me in work, my gorgeous couriers, who always give me a smile, and spend time they don’t really have to chat and check I’m ok, not to forget the guys and gals at the courier hub, who always spend the time to check everything is alright- even though it always is…
Enough now though- I don’t want you all to drown in a sea of goo- and anyway, I have to go and pick my whip and pen back up, pull on those stoking, and go and be Kay again- well, at least for a couple of hours!!
So here’s to random acts of kindness everywhere- from the tiny to the huge- they mean a lot, and each one is appreciated.
Thank you
K xx
July 12, 2013
Kay’s Birthday Blog!
Oh hell- 41!!! How is that possible? How on earth have I been pottering my way around this mad world of ours for 41 years!!
It’s funny really- I had no issues or hang ups with turning 40. In fact, I could go as far as to say it has been my favourite age so far by a long way!! 41 though- that feels odd. I keep wondering if I should invest in some high neck lines and skirts that never venture above mid-calf?? Is this official middle age now? Do I have to start acting my age? And if so- how do I do that? And why, do I feel more like a teenager now, than I ever did when I was a teenager? All I did then was sit in my bedroom with the curtains closed, reading non-stop!? Rather like my own teenager does now actually…ummmm.
It is traditional with birthday blogs’ to look back at the past years achievements, – I guess we all do this in an attempt to feel as if we haven’t wasted a year on housework, and make getting another year older feel justified rather than a disaster!- So let’s give it a go!
Well- it has been quite a 12 months for me!! My recent nomination as Best Author at the ETO awards was definitely one of the most rewarding moments. It was an experience I will never forget- made all the better for being able to share the experience with my writing partner in crime and close friend, Kd Grace.
Signing Books With Kd Grace at the ETO Show
But what about the books- the actual reason I’m here- have I produced enough of those in the last twelve months?
Well- my sexy archaeological Xcite romance Digging Deep came out on Kindle, and then more recently it, and my other romantic novella, A Sticky Situation, were realised as mini paperbacks.
My gorgeously kinky courier novel, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man was re-released by 1001 Nights Press as an e-book, and in beautiful paperback! As you’ll know if you read my blog regularly, I have a major soft spot for this novella, and to have it available now in paperback form is a dream come true.
One of the most exciting things that happened since I turned 40, was Xcite asking me to turn my BDSM novel, The Perfect Submissive into a trilogy. You may well have heard the shouts of YIPPEE resounding from the South of England as I yelled with glee the day the contract was confirmed!!! Consequently, I have spent a good part of the last six months writing the sequel to the adventures of Jess Sanders, Miss Sarah and Mrs Peters. Entitled The Retreat, Part 2 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy will be hitting the world in October- so if you haven’t read part one yet- now’s a good time to have a gander!!
To pop the cherry onto that particular cupcake, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy has now got beautiful classy new covers- check these babies out!!
If you add to that, all the wonderful guest bloggers I’ve had visit my site, all the bloggers who have been kind enough to invite to their sites, and the wonderfully kind reviews I’ve received for my work, then my achievements over the last twelve months don’t look too feeble after all do they?
But hang on… that isn’t quite all- for since I reached the BIG 40, three other important events have occurred in my writing life- first I became a Brit Babe!!! One of 8 erotica writers who are very proud to have put together a combined library of all our work, so that our readers are able to find a large quantity of quality erotica in one place- so much easier than trawling through Amazon in the hope of finding a new author that might be good- but might not!!
And of course, I had my recent interview in the popular Woman’s Own magazine too!!
Then last- but not least- and we have breaking news here dear readers! I am proud to be able to announce that I am no longer just writing under the name Kay Jaybee!! From the end of August this year, you’ll be able to read the very first contemporary romance by Jenny Kane- yep- that’s me too!!!
I’ll bring you more details nearer the time- but suffice it to say that I am very excited about the arrival of ‘Another Cup Of Coffee’ onto the world’s book shelves…If you want to follow me as @JennyKaneAuthor on Twitter then please do!!
Well, I’ve just read this blog back through. I guess I haven’t done too bad over the last year- 2 novels, 1 novella- not to mention the 4 anthologies that I have new short stories in. Then it won’t be long until the Christmas anthology I’m working on now is complete, and the two new novels that I have lined up to write before I’m 42 will need plotting out…!!
That’s not too shabby is it!
I’m off to eat some birthday cake!! And maybe pop some balloons- because, I think I might just leave off being a grown up until I’m 42- or maybe 43…
Kay xx
July 11, 2013
Magazine Moment!
I just had to zip by with a mini blog today to shout YIPPEE!! I’m appearing in this week’s Woman’s Own magazine!! How totally weird, and really rather cool is that?!
It’s funny how things turn out in life- about a year ago I was interviewed for another magazine by a very nice journalist, but after much negotiation, the interview was never used, as – mean thingy that I am- I refused to allow a photograph of my children in the article, and the editor really didn’t like that!
Bless that journalist however, for he didn’t forget me, and two months ago, he asked permission to pass my details onto the lovely Katie at Woman’s Own- and low and beyond- we have an article!!!
SO, if you want to have a peep at some background into my “Sexy Double Life” (Sexy? More like hard slog, blood, sweat and tears 
), then check out the Woman’s Own magazine dated 15th July!! I’m on p.49, along with 2 other far more interesting women than me!!!
A big thanks to Katie, Fran and the team at Woman’s Own- and Matt, for hooking me up with them in the first place.
Happy reading everyone,
Kay xxx
July 8, 2013
Anything She Wants- A Sneaky Peep At Some Ladylit!!
A few weeks ago I was delighted to find an email in my inbox, telling me that one of my stories had been picked by the lovely Harper Bliss, to appear in her Ladylit lesbian story anthology Anything She Wants.
Just check out this Table of Contents, and you’ll see why I was so honoured to be included…
Table of contents
Cliché by Kay Jaybee
The Corner Chair by Laila Blake
Loving the Lady by Lucy Felthouse
Hooked by Erzabet Bishop
Blurring the Boundary by Sarah Ellen
Steps by L.C. Spoering
The Dress by Vanessa de Sade
Behind Closed Doors by Kelly Lawrence
Debbie Does Dalhousie by Giselle Renarde
Vee’s Notebook by Alyssa Linn Palmer
Safer Places by Ariel Graham
Alphas by Harper Bliss
Here’s the blurb-
In the office, on the set of a movie or on the bathroom floor, the ladies in this anthology don’t care where they get it on. Power play, first time encounters and office rivalry get the characters in these twelve stories so riled up, the only way to go is down and dirty. Tales of spanking, a wild all-female college party and a waitress with a strap-on grace the pages of Ladylit’s first multi-author lesbian erotica anthology.
Caution: Reading ‘Anything She Wants’ will make you wet!
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So – fancy a few teasing titbits from this anthology? Of course you do!!
Here come 3 beginnings from 3 of these girl on girl stories- and to kick off this list of temptation, we have the start of Lucy Felthouse’s story…
Loving The Lady
In relationships with large age differences, people often assume it is the older person who instigates it. Something to do with power, or confidence, I guess.
But when it came to Clarissa and me, those people couldn’t be more wrong. It was me who did all the running—I was determined to get my lady.
And a lady she was. As soon as I laid eyes on her at a posh charity do at the golf club I work at, I wanted her. Despite her advancing years, she looked truly stunning in a high-necked and high-backed midnight blue dress and matching shoes. She had a glass of obscenely expensive champagne in her hand—I should know, I’d poured it—and was surrounded by smiling, simpering people who appeared to hang on to her every word.
Only someone so used to watching people, so used to reading their body language, could have known that she didn’t really want to be there. That someone was me. I observed and noticed the too-tight grip on the crystal glass, the occasional clenching of her jaw and the slightly abandoned look in her eye as she forced another smile…
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Thanks Lucy- yummy!!!
Now, before you rush off to find out what happens next in Lucy’s tale, I’m delighted to be able to share with you the opening of Erzabet Bishop’s wonderful story…
Hooked
“No, Jessica. You hook it like this.” Gripping the scarlet sport weight yarn in her
hand, Mercy manoeuvred the hook until the stitch came out just right. “Class, I
want you to all take out your phones and look up how to do a single crochet
stitch.”
Nine distinct grumbles ensued, but the women laughed and pulled out their
androids and iPhones, linking to the internet.
“Excellent. This is one of the best ways to watch and learn. Repeat after me.
Videos are my friend.”
A chorus of feminine voices echoed her own and everyone began to laugh.
“Mercy, you kill me.” Jessica grinned, holding up the bikini top she had
been working on for two months. “When are you going to get your Naughty
Crochet series up and running?”
“Oh. I don’t know. Soon maybe.”
“But we need you! Who else is going to show us how to crochet a thong, for
goodness sake?”
“You are doing great, Jess.” Mercy gave her shoulders a squeeze and turned
to face the group.
“Okay, gang. The project list for this month includes a bondage cuff pattern
or a simple headband for you ladies who don’t want to frighten the fish, so to
speak.” Mercy smiled as the group began to titter with laughter. “The project
models are up on the board for you to see. Personally, I think the black and pink
ones are wicked cool.”
“Mercy?” A young redhead in the back of the room stood up.
“Yes, Arlene.”
“Can you help me with last month’s project? I can’t seem to get this right at
all.” Arlene held up a gray vibrator cozy that was supposed to be rectangular but
had somehow gone horribly wrong.
“Oh wow, honey. What have you done?” Joan, a woman in her mid-forties
asked, holding up her own completed project.
“Remember that little scarf you made last Christmas, Joan? Don’t judge.”
Mercy raised her eyebrows and smiled. “Can you see if you can help Arlene
figure out where her stitches went wonky while I get everyone set up?”
“Sure.” Joan slid her chair down and the two began comparing notes.
“Thanks.” Mercy looked around the room. Ladies were poking through
some of the new wools and synthetics she had brought back with her from
market. Others were at the back of the room in the kitchen sampling the iced tea
and cookies she had prepared while they decided what kinkery they were going
to create this week…
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Thanks Erzabet!! Okay- I know you really need to go and buy the book now, but before you dash off- here’s a mini taster from the beginning of my own story…
Cliché
Lauren breathed the words in my ear, “Tell me a story.”
I couldn’t help but smile at her expression; her brown eyes were wide, clear and eager as they looked into mine. Lying together, naked, face to face, and pleasantly sticky from an afternoon of excessive fucking, our limbs were comfortably entangled in the hotel’s black satin sheets. “What sort of story?”
“Tell me what happened when you went to visit your publisher.”
I swept a stray chestnut hair from her forehead. “The fantasy version I assume?”
“Oh yes.”
I shuffled closer to her, my red hair sinking deeper into the goose down pillows, my breasts rubbing against her feather soft chest, enjoying the brush of her nipples against my own.
Lauren loves it when I make up stories just for her, and as she has been the inspiration for most of the erotica I have written over the years, it would be churlish of me to object.
“Right then,” I stroked my free hand along the tanned arm that lay above the sheets, “are you lying comfortably? Then I’ll begin.”
My girl chuckled, pressing her curvaceous body harder against mine as I took a moment to think before launching into my tale.
“The secretary sat in the outer office. Despite the air conditioning that murmured constantly in the background, it was warm and stuffy, and she’d already discarded her grey suit jacket to the back of her swivel chair…”
Lauren interrupted me. “Can you make her blonde please?”
“That is so cliché, honey.”
“Clichés are clichés for good reason. That’s what you writers say, isn’t it?” Lauren replied, her twinkling eyes daring me to disagree.
“Well yes, but there are clichés, and then there are downright unbelievably stereotypical plot lines!”
“But I like unbelievable cliché’d stereotypical plot lines!” Lauren’s face fell into a fake pout that made me want to giggle.
“Oh, all right then.” I dug her playfully in the ribs, and carried on.
“Her long blonde hair hung loose, partially obscuring her porcelain neck, as she looked up on my arrival.
‘I’m a little early I’m afraid. I’ve come to see Miss Philips.’
‘Of course.’ The secretary pushed her glasses further up her nose as she scanned the appointment book that lay open to one side of her computer. ‘It’s Miss Cooper, isn’t it? Miss Philips is running a bit late I’m afraid. Could I get you a coffee or anything else whilst you wait?’
I accepted her offer of refreshment, and sank down on the cream sofa that ran the complete length of the wall opposite her desk. As I sat, I watched the secretary hold a chunky white cup and saucer under the coffee machine, my mind already filling with ammunition for a new story. I could easily visualise this woman naked, maybe still in her ridiculously high silver heels. My fingers itched to record my thoughts, and once she’d passed me my drink, I reached for my ever present notebook…”
Drawing breath, I looked at my companion. Lauren’s eyes were rapt as she hung on my words. “Don’t stop. What happened next?”…
*****
Well I hope you enjoyed that guys!!
Before I go, here’s a little info about Lucy and Erzabet, along with a BIG thank you to them for sharing their work with us today.
Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could first pound keys on her parent’s old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books. She is a contributing author to Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, Corset Magazine: Sex Around the World Issue, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2, Slave Girls (upcoming) Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers (coming soon) Kink-E magazine, Coming Together: Girl on Girl (upcoming), Shifters and Coming Together: Hungry for Love. She is the author of the Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires and Samhain Shadows (upcoming). She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores.
Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.
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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 seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women’s Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. 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
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Thanks again to Lucy and Erzabet, and to Harper Bliss for allowing me to reprint these small sections from her anthology.
Happy Reading Everyone!!
Kay xx
July 4, 2013
5 Days of 1001 Nights Press – Day 5- A Skiff of Snow by Sharazade- FREE via exclusive code…
Day 5!!! How did we get here so fast?!
Last, but certainly not least, on our week long wander through the 1001 Nights Press library, we come to a fabulously funny and very clever A Skiff of Snow, by the gorgeous Sharazade!!
I just love this story. It plays beautifully on the misunderstandings that can so easily occur if you confuse American English with British English!
And from today using this special COUPON from Smashwords- you can get it for FREE!!!!!
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I adore this short erotic tale- see what you think…
Blurb
Miranda’s on vacation in a foreign country, and she’d like nothing better than to meet–and, well, greet–a handsome local man. But cultural and linguistic differences seem to thwart her every attempt. How can she tell a man what she wants if they can’t understand each other?
Follow Miranda’s adventures as she attempts to overcome the language divide between English–and the English.
An erotic short story of 5000 words. Contains graphic language, lusty situations, and variant spellings.
Extract…
A Skiff of Snow
Top 10 Things I Like About England Great Britain
1. The men
2. The way the men talk (accents!!)
3. Shopping
4. The sights
Oh, what the hell. 5-10 would just be “the men” again. This whole country is like some Playground of Lust for me. Part of that might be my mood, granted. I just got out of a three-year, nine-month relationship (academic calendar). Nothing dramatic; it died of boredom. Just before we did. He actually broke up with me by text message, and when I first got the message I had to stop and think who he was. Well, I know three people named “Jim.” But still. We’d long since stopped sending sexy texts to each other. We’d go to classes, hang out with separate groups of friends, and on weekends we’d watch TV together, have perfunctory sex, and then go to sleep. There was nothing wrong with him, but let’s face it, there was no spark. It was a case of “any sex is better than none.” I wasn’t exactly heartbroken when we split – except then I was left with no sex!
At first I’d worried that London wouldn’t be different enough from any large American city to make me really feel that I was in another country. That lasted about, oh, five minutes.
For one thing, everyone in England (well, except for other tourists like me) speaks with a British accent. Yes, yes, I know, that’s obvious – except that somehow it still came as a surprise to hear everyone talking that way. What is it about a British accent? Or British accents, I should say, because there are so many different ones. I’m no Professor Higgins, I can’t tell a London accent from a Leeds accent (or from a Welsh accent, which certainly pissed off a bartender once), but I don’t care, they all sound delicious. Sexy. If I shut my eyes, I want to sleep with every man who speaks to me. If I open them, that only eliminates the ones who wear wedding rings. They sound good, and they look good.
The only hard part about listening to them – English people, I mean – is figuring out what they’re saying. Oh, I knew the basics before I came here – we say apartment, they say flat – but there some were really more confusing. Like I guess kids don’t sing “Skip to My Lou” here. Or if they did, it wouldn’t mean the same thing at all, though it made me smile inside every time I saw a restroom. Then in the tube station (there’s another one, tube for subway – pronounced “chewb”), there’s a sign at the edge of the train platform: Mind the gap. What? OK, the gap is that small space between the platform and the train car. You have to step over it to get into the train. I don’t mind doing that. So shouldn’t it be, Don’t mind the gap? Are they telling you that you ought to be annoyed?
A nice woman next to me on the train (sorry, the tube) explained that “mind” in this sense means “pay attention to.” The British mind the gap, they mind the children, and they never mind the bollocks. That last one means… well, it means that lady had some very colorful vocabulary for someone about the same age as my mother. Or “colourful,” I guess it should be. I swear I can hear the extra “u” in when English people say words like that. Yesterday I asked a man to tell me about his “favorite neighborhood” in London just to listen to him. And his favourite neighbourhood even had a theatre in it. Ah, heaven!
I had a few days in London, just seeing the sights—the men at the Tate Gallery, the men wandering around Kensington Gardens, the men outside Buckingham Palace, and just the ordinary men. They were all so nice! And special, somehow.
Like I went to buy a paper – and the little stand said News Agent. Agent! Doesn’t that sound sexy? Like James Bond. The agent was gorgeous, too. Dark, and … well, dark. Dark-skinned, with dark eyes. Of Indian descent, perhaps? I could totally imagine him having champagne with me in a swank hotel, after we’d escaped from some international spies, and before I could finish, he would take my glass, push me down onto the bed, and …
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