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Guest Blog with M.K. Elliott- The Seduction of a Series

It’s with great pleasure that I welcome Marissa Elliot to my site today to talk about reading and writing a series.

Over to you Marissa…

The Seduction of a Series

I love reading series books, and I love writing them as well. Falling in love with characters is part of the joy of both reading and writing, so being able to immerse yourself in a storyline where you don’t have to leave the characters for a very long time is an absolute joy.

Series books and serials are everywhere at the moment—from Sylvia Day’s ‘Crossfire’ books to Hugh Howey’s ‘Wool’. No matter what the genre, series books are hot stuff

If you’re a writer, series books also have the advantage of selling well. If you’ve got a series, it gives you more options as far as promotion goes—you can offer the first book in the series as either free or at a reduced price. If you put time or money into advertising one of the books in the series, it’s inevitably going to have a knock on effect onto the other books. Once you’ve hooked the reader into that series, they’re almost guaranteed to go on and read the rest of the books.

I’ve recently completed my first series of five books (The Serenity Series), written in my fantasy name, Marissa Farrar, and the first book in my new series (The Spirit Shifters—yes, I like the alliteration of the letter ‘S’!) will be out next month. I’ve used free prequel short stories which lead onto my novels and novellas as a way to hook in readers (‘One Bite’ is the free short story for my vampire novella, ‘Deadly Beauty’), and I’ve even linked relatively unrelated anthologies together by using a series name (my ‘Some Love it…’ series, starting with ‘Some Love it Hot’.)

My latest erotic project, ‘Model, Wanted,’ is a serial. The first part is already out, and I intend to publish the rest in 10k chunks, assuming this is where each part finds its natural break. Read to the end of this blog if you want to check out a seriously steamy excerpt of the first part!

So I guess you could say I’m a bit of a series whore! Hopefully, with this amount of series books under my belt, I’ve learnt a few things about writing them. Here are five things to consider when writing a series:

1.)    Make sure each book ends with a satisfying finish. Yes, it’s fine to leave certain questions unanswered, but there must be a beginning, middle and an end, just like any standalone novel.

2.)    A story arch needs to be considered for the whole series, not just for each book. When you’re planning, consider what you want to achieve by the time the whole series is finished.

3.)    Secondary characters make great primary characters. If a secondary character has a fascinating back story, this can be used to chase their story into the next book by having them as the lead character.

4.)    Watch out for ‘rules’ you set yourself which make it difficult for continuation in later books.

5.)    Make each book bigger and better than the previous book—up the stakes, kill off more characters, write hotter sex!

So what about you? Do you love to read series books, or even write them? What are your favourites, and, if you’re a writer, do you have any tips as to what makes a good series?

Model, Wanted: Part One

Blurb

Eric Rutherford is a photographer with aspirations. At the top of his game, he creates images for five star hotels and portraits for wealthy families

But Eric has a dream. He longs to create erotic art. He has an eye for a woman’s beauty, but he doesn’t just want to photograph a woman naked, he also wants to tie her up, and down. He wants to bind rope across her breasts, tight enough that the rope leaves an imprint on her skin. He wants to have her on her knees, with her hands handcuffed to her ankles. He wants to whip her rounded pale bottom with a leather flogger, and then photograph the red stripes.

So his search for his perfect model begins and when an advert brings the beautiful, blonde Anya into his apartment, his one fear is that she’ll say no.

Follow erotic photographer, Eric, and model, Anya’s sexy exploits as they push the boundaries of not only their art, but their relationship. How far will they go to fulfill their sexual and artistic desires?

Please note: This book has a word count of approximately 11,000, or 36 pages of a paperback. It contains explicit scenes not intended for anyone below the age of 18.Eric and Anya’s story will be published as a serial, with a new addition to be released every couple of months at only $0.99!

Excerpt

Back in his apartment, Eric waited for Anya with his nerves on edge. Not only did he have a hundred things he wanted to ask her, he also had something prepared which he hoped she’d want to do.

She walked into his apartment and headed straight to his studio area, not mentioning what had happened earlier. He couldn’t let it go so easily.

“What were you doing at the university today, Anya?”

She turned to him with her innocent smile. “Perhaps I was following you.”

“Really? How did you know where I’d be?”

She shrugged. “I saw a poster in the hall. I’m a student at the college.”

“Is that right?” He didn’t know whether to believe her or not. She was such an enigma. He couldn’t tell when she was being serious.

“Am I not allowed to speak to you outside of this apartment?”

“Yes, of course you can.” She always managed to trip him up. “I just …” Want to know more about you.

He couldn’t say it, not allow her into his life as any more than a subject of his art.

“Good.” She smiled. “So, what do you have planned for me today?”

From his box of tricks, he lifted a length of hemp rope. Her eyes widened, but she nodded and began to undress.

This was his time now. He would take control of her, harness her to his own will.

He bound the rope around her body, first around the narrowest part of her waist, knotting it at her navel. Then he brought one end up, between her breasts and across, to loop over her shoulder and down her slender back, down to her waist. He repeated the motion with the other end of the rope, tying it tight so the ridges dug into her soft, delicate skin. The result was that the rope tightened around each breast individually, squeezing them toward him. Her nipples were rock-hard, crinkled peaks, and he longed to touch them, graze his palm across the hardened nubs. But he did not.

“It’s not hurting you?” he asked.

Her lips were slack, her breathing shallow, but she shook her head. “It’s fine.”

He’d finally managed to affect her, he could tell.

Eric stepped back and lifted his camera, moving around her to snap shots of her bound breasts, stomach, and shoulders. Already, he could see the red marks of the rope and the thought of removing the rope to photograph those marks made him dizzy with anticipation.

But he wasn’t finished yet. He picked up another length. “Can you handle more?” he asked.

“Yes, oh, yes.”

Gently, he reached down and nudged her naked thighs apart. Again, he started with a loop around her waist, knotted, instead, at the base of her spine. This time he headed downward, pulling the rope between her thighs so it pressed between the crack of her buttocks. He looped it back over the length of rope at her navel and pulled tight, the coarse rope pressing between the delicate lips of her cunt, right against her clitoris.

Anya gasped and then exhaled a small, shuddery breath.

“Is this okay?” he asked her again, not wanting to hurt her, but still wanting to take their art to the edge.

She nodded frantically, “Oh, yes.”

Eric continued to wrap the rope around her body, framing her buttocks, encasing her thighs.

“Lie back,” he instructed. “Spread your legs.”

She did as she was told.

Such perfect contrast, the coarse material against the delicate lips of her pussy. The contact against her clit sending the blood rushing to her most sensitive area. The inner lips almost purple with stimulation. He took a number of shots.

“Turn over.”

She rolled onto her stomach.

“Lift your ass in the air.”

Every movement would be creating more friction against her clit. He saw her arousal in the wetness on her pussy lips when she lifted her ass for him, heard it in the moan she tried to stifle against the wooden floor. The rope hid the perfect star of her anus and, for that, he experienced a momentary dip of disappointment, though it didn’t last long. He knew what his next project would be—to capture her sweet ass. Perhaps she would even allow him to penetrate her with something? He had a slim, silver butt plug that would look stunning as it slipped into that tight little hole, the light glinting off the metal.

Oh, fuck. The idea caused more blood to rush to his cock, his balls tightening, his dick throbbing. Or perhaps his cock would look better in her ass, swelling the spot at her lower back as he held himself deep.

He had to stop now.

“Okay,” he forced himself to say. “I think we’ve done enough for today. You did beautifully.”

She turned her head to look at him. “You’re not going to leave me like this?”

How did she mean, still tied up or ultimately unsatisfied?

“No, of course not.”

He got to his knees beside her, carefully undoing the knots around her middle. With tenderness, he unraveled the rope, revealing the red marks he knew would be imprinted into her skin. The rope fell in a pile beside her and she rolled her shoulders, about to move.

“Wait, just one minute.” He held a hand out, stilling her. “I can’t miss this.”

Eric grabbed his camera again, taking shots of the imprints on her skin, her shoulders, hips and thighs.

She turned her face to him, her eyes locking with his. “Are we done?”

“Yes.”

The air between them buzzed with tension. He wanted to kiss her, but he forced himself to step back, needing to keep control of himself. His life was about control, a strict regime which kept him on track. If he allowed himself to veer to far from it, he didn’t know if he’d find his way back again. Desperate to create perfection, he’d suffered from obsessive behavior about his work when he’d been younger, something that had plunged him into a depression, feeling like he’d never be able to achieve what his heart and soul desired. He’d work every hour, trying to obtain that perfect image, neglecting sleep and food, running himself into the ground.

Would she be his downfall? he wondered. Or his saviour?

M.K. Elliott

Bio

M.K. Elliott (a.k.a Marissa Farrar) is the author of eight novels, two novellas, and numerous short story collections. While traditionally published by small presses since 2009, she discovered she only started making enough money to live on when she started to self-publish her work. Since then, she has had a #1 best-selling erotica collection on Barnes & Noble, and her novels and short story collections have also been on the best-seller lists for their genres on Amazon.

When she’s not writing (which isn’t often!) she spends time with her young family in Devon. She’s come to term with the fact that her house will always be a bit of a mess. Since the money has started rolling in, her husband has finally stopped complaining about the amount of time she spends at her computer.

If you want to learn more about M.K. (Marissa) please visit her M.K. facebook page https://www.facebook.com/M.K.Elliotts.Erotica or her Marissa Farrar facebook page https://www.facebook.com/marissa.farrar.author as this is where she hangs out the most!

Thanks again Marissa- great blog! I now have the urge to write a series!

Happy Reading Everyone!

Kay xx

Don’t Wait!! Making Him Wait is ONLY $1.20 or 75p!!!

My full length BDSM erotic romance, Making Him Wait is available at a massively reduced price on Kindle from 14th-16th June on Amazon!

$1.20 on Amazon.com!!

75p on Amazon UK!!

Why you should read it? Here are a couple of Making Him Wait’s reviews-

‘…This book is very clever. The main characters and the supporting cast are (literally) painted and yet they evolve and emerge as the story progresses, filling the pages with unexpected plots-twists and grenades to become new and exciting pawns moving through the carefully crafted game Kay Jaybee sets out through Maddie and Theo, her main characters…Much of the book takes place within the same four walls, however it is never dull, nor even similar to the previous chapter. The plot manoeuvres around the artwork and sexual tension and desires of the characters brilliantly, with the nature of the paintings, and the poses often becoming blurred with the reality of the erotic encounters. I found the book incredibly imaginative, especially on the artistic front, both drawn, painted, bound and photographed!…I would fully recommend that you all go and buy Making Him Wait, a 5 star novel…. When is the second book out?!…’ (5 star review) Full review at  Miss Lily’s Pad

‘”Making Him Wait” held me captive, made me blush, had me yearning for more before I was even ready to let the previous chapter go. The story unfolds dripping with eroticism, every character wantonly submitting to Maddie’s artistic, commanding eye… Erotica’s “Queen of Kink” has nailed the freedom of Kink, fearlessly. Kay Jaybee writes with a masterful insight and sucks her readers into the fascinating domain of domination and submission. A realm where one’s words must be listened to very carefully and choices are empowering.’ (5 star review) Rose Caraway reviewing on Amazon.com 

Recommended as one of the best Books To Read After Fifty Shades- Making Him Wait is an erotic BDSM romance, with lashings of kink and a non-stop plot!

Buy Now

Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), is available in print format from Amazon UK and Amazon US, and at the reduced price in Kindle format from Amazon UK and Amazon US.

Happy reading everyone!

Kxx

Don’t Wait!! Making Him Wait is ONLY 99c or 75p!!!

My full length BDSM erotic romance, Making Him Wait is available at a massively reduced price on Kindle from 14th-16th June on Amazon!

99c on Amazon.com!!

75p on Amazon UK!!

Why you should read it? Here are a couple of Making Him Wait’s reviews-

‘…This book is very clever. The main characters and the supporting cast are (literally) painted and yet they evolve and emerge as the story progresses, filling the pages with unexpected plots-twists and grenades to become new and exciting pawns moving through the carefully crafted game Kay Jaybee sets out through Maddie and Theo, her main characters…Much of the book takes place within the same four walls, however it is never dull, nor even similar to the previous chapter. The plot manoeuvres around the artwork and sexual tension and desires of the characters brilliantly, with the nature of the paintings, and the poses often becoming blurred with the reality of the erotic encounters. I found the book incredibly imaginative, especially on the artistic front, both drawn, painted, bound and photographed!…I would fully recommend that you all go and buy Making Him Wait, a 5 star novel…. When is the second book out?!…’ (5 star review) Full review at  Miss Lily’s Pad

‘”Making Him Wait” held me captive, made me blush, had me yearning for more before I was even ready to let the previous chapter go. The story unfolds dripping with eroticism, every character wantonly submitting to Maddie’s artistic, commanding eye… Erotica’s “Queen of Kink” has nailed the freedom of Kink, fearlessly. Kay Jaybee writes with a masterful insight and sucks her readers into the fascinating domain of domination and submission. A realm where one’s words must be listened to very carefully and choices are empowering.’ (5 star review) Rose Caraway reviewing on Amazon.com 

Recommended as one of the best Books To Read After Fifty Shades- Making Him Wait is an erotic BDSM romance, with lashings of kink and a non-stop plot!

Buy Now

Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), is available in print format from Amazon UK and Amazon US, and at the reduced price in Kindle format from Amazon UK and Amazon US.

Happy reading everyone!

Kxx

Guest Blog- Liv Honywell – Rabbits in Headlight!

Hi everyone, I’d like you to give a warm welcome to the lovely Liv Honeywell!

I had the great delight to meet Liv at Eroticon last March, and what a smasher she is! Over to you Liv…

Rabbits in Headlight!

I started writing BDSM erotica back in 1998. I should have hundreds of books out by now, right? Nope, only two.

Why? Because for years I didn’t have the confidence to think that anyone would actually want to publish them. I dreamed of sending them off and getting the big advance, perhaps like so many of us do, but never did anything with them.

Nothing happened until last year when a very good friend, who is also a brilliantly gifted writer, read my stories and asked me what on earth I was thinking not trying to get them published.

I thought about it for a few days and then sent off ‘Imagine…’ to Silver Moon Books, thinking I’d get no reply at all or some awful stinging rejection about how terrible it was. I inbox stalked, I bit my nails – I think we’ve all been there J. And within a couple of days, they wrote back with an acceptance!

Happy ending all round then? That’s it, I did it? And what’s all this got to do with rabbits, you might be wondering?

So there I was a newly published writer. Obviously the millions would start to roll in now! Hmmm, not so much.

There’s just so much to learn, isn’t there? Your writer website – what should be on it? How do you build it? Blogger or WordPress? WordPress.org or WordPress.com? Facebook, Twitter, Google+, book marketing, how to get guest blogs and interviews and reviews. The list is endless!

And that is why I felt like a rabbit caught in headlights at first. How on earth was I going to get to grips with all this?

Now, unless it’s just me, there are an awful lot of new writers feeling exactly the same out there.

What saved it for me was getting on Facebook and chatting to other authors. I can’t begin to tell you how much wonderful advice and support I’ve had from people who really do have hundreds of books out there, who have been published for years and have so much knowledge.

I’ve found a welcoming and supportive community, where most people are happy to chat and share what they know, and without it there may not have been a book two.

Things I’ve learned so far:

 

Don’t be too shy to chat to people and ask for help. Join some Facebook groups for your genre and build relationships.

 

You can’t do everything at once. Take your time. Learn at your own pace. And don’t compare yourself to anyone else. So what if they’ve got thousands of followers on Twitter and you’ve only got fifty? Focus on what you can do.

 

Read in your genre and out of it.

 

Keep learning. Always keep learning.

 

If  you are self publishing, get a professional cover done and use a      professional editor.

 

Publishers are human too. They want good stories, they want to like what you send –  it’s easier for them if they do. Most of them don’t like writing rejections any more than we like getting them. They don’t sit there all day evilly planning what excoriating things they can say to demoralise the nearest hapless writer.

 

Keep writing! The more you write, the better you will get.

Finally… If you’ve got a story, don’t let your own fears hold you back. Send it out to some publishers. If it gets rejected, have a good honest look at it – especially if the publisher is kind enough to give you feedback – tweak it if it needs it, and then send it out again. Again and again if necessary. Write some more, send them out too. Don’t quit, don’t ever give up!

And whatever you do, don’t wait 14 years before you submit your first story! Trust me!

*****

Thanks Liv!! Brilliant advice!!

In addition to her wonderful blog, Liv has agreed to share the blurb and an extract from her latest book, Coming Ready or Not!

Blurb:

Meet Will and Abby. An ordinary couple that you wouldn’t give a second glance at if they were walking down the street. Except they share a wonderful secret and bond as they explore their Master/slave relationship.

This is a loving couple, full of good humour, but nothing in any relationship is perfect and sometimes things go wrong. Even the strongest will in the world can’t always obey and with that comes consequences…

Three vignettes, The Edge, Bad Girl, and Breathless focus on control. Can Abby be taken to the edge of pleasure and not cross over? She wants to obey and to hold on. But can she? And what will happen to her if she can’t?

Holding on has never felt so good…

Warning: This book is adults only. It contains adult language, caning, spanking, face slapping, gags, a brief mention of anal sex and orgasm denial

Excerpt:

I am not sure whether I am relieved or sorry when I finally hear your key in the door. I put my hands behind my back and look down at the floor, my stomach twisting in knots over what is about to happen.

I hear your footsteps enter the room and come closer. You sit opposite me in the chair near the fire, resting a cane across your lap.

“I’m glad you remembered. I’m here, Abby. Have you got something you want to say to me?”

For a long moment I am tongue-tied. There is so much I want to say and yet the words won’t come.

You shift in your seat, waiting, and suddenly, almost without me realising it, I begin to talk.

“Sir… Master, I’m sorry. I came without your permission and I’m so sorry. And it’s not because of the punishment or because I want to come or because you’re going to cane me. I’m sorry because I genuinely am, because I want to do my best for you. I want to please you and I know I didn’t do that the other day. I… please, Sir. Please will you cane me, please punish me.”

You are silent through all of this. I can feel your eyes on me but you give me no sign whether it is what you want to hear or not and let me stumble through it.

More silence. Perhaps I’ve not said what you wanted. My tongue seems to tumble all by itself to fill the silence.

“Please punish me, please cane me, Sir. I beg you.”

My face flames, not for the first time this week, in humiliation at having to beg.

The rest of what I say is incoherent but it seems to be enough. You lean forward and stroke my hair and my cheek.

“Very nice. Thank you. Now, head on the floor. Get that bottom in the air for me, Abby. And don’t forget to count the strokes.”

You stand and walk behind me, whipping the cane through the air as you go, and I tense at the sound.

*****

Buying Links:

Amazon US – http://amzn.to/14aeYm2

Amazon UK – http://amzn.to/135xK03

Liv’s Bio:

When not writing about delicious, hot male dominants and the female subs who love them, I’m usually doing something craft-like, reading, baking, eating the results of said baking, and attempting to satisfy the demands of His High and Mighty Dominance (the cat!). My first story, Imagine, was published with Silver Moon Books last year and Coming, Ready or Not is my first solo book.

You can follow me on my blog – www.liv-honeywell.com, Twitter – http://www.twitter.com/LivHoneywell or Facebook https://www.facebook.com/LivHoneywellErotica, and my Amazon page is here: https://www.amazon.com/author/livhoneywell

Thanks again for popping by Liv!

Happy Reading Everyone,

Kay xx

Tamsin Flowers Talks Sense of Smell

Hi,

First off, I’d like to say thanks to Kay for having me on her blog.  Kay is an erotica writer that I’ve admired since long before I started to write erotica myself, so it’s truly a thrill come and post on her blog – and I hope she’ll do me the honour of a return visit soon!

I thought today I’d blog about an aspect of writing erotica that I’ve been giving quite a bit of thought to recently – writing about the sense of smell.  Of course, anyone who’s studied creative writing will be familiar with the old adage about making reference to all five senses in your work, and I have to say this is particularly true when writing about sex.  However, some of the senses come more easily than others, if you’ll pardon the pun.  We’re all highly visual – it’s the dominant human sense – and it’s easy enough to write what you see.  And when it comes to sex, the sense of touch is obviously integral to writing about any sensuous experience.  Hearing, likewise presents no problems… he said, she said, she screamed, he moaned and the bedsprings groaned!

But when it comes to smell, (and I would almost include taste in the same breath, though actually it’s probably the least written about sense,) things become a little more complex.  For me, smell is one of the most important parts of sex.  Your lover’s smell can be simply intoxicating when you’re falling in love and the smell on your bodies when you’ve just had sex is part of the aphrodisiac.  But walk into a room where someone else has just had sex – ugh, it’s rank!  The same goes for scents and perfumes – one woman’s most sensual scent is another man’s poison.

However, writing it down – that’s tough.  Any of my twitter followers may have noticed that I quite often tweet about what scent I’m wearing.  For me it’s as important a decision at the start of the day as my choice of clothes; certain outfits and scents are for work, others are for pleasure.  But when I’m writing fiction, I never give my characters particular perfumes to wear.  It simply wouldn’t work.  What would it tell you about the character that they wore, say, Nina Ricci’s L’Air du Temps if you don’t know what it smells like?  And if you do know, whether you like that perfume or hate it will obviously colour your view of the character.

So instead, things are a little vague, a little generic perhaps – but I try to give an impression that can then be filled in by the readers’ imaginations.  This is how I described a character in a recent work-in-progress:

“One spray too many of a cologne he should have spent more money on.”

I think that gives the picture without naming names or ingredients…  Or this:

“Rock music blasted out and on a tiny dance floor sweaty bodies heaved to the beat.  I had to elbow my way to the bar and I couldn’t call it whether I trod on more toes than trod on mine.  But I liked it; the air smelt sexy with the collective fug of hot girls having fun.”

It’s an interesting challenge and part of the fun of writing erotica – and I’d love to hear how other people handle it.

Tamsin

xxx

You can find out more about my books and read some longer excerpts at www.tamsinflowers.com or why not take a sniff of my writing by downloading my two new stories at Ether Books?

Your Desire: The Mistress  http://ethr.me/p2493

Your Desire: The Submissive http://bit.ly/bpvC84

Guest Blog- Natalie Acres Shares Her Cowboy Boots!

I’m delighted to welcome Natalie Acres to my site today. Why not sit back and enjoy a peek behind the scenes with Natalie and the Cowboy Boots’ Operatives, as she celebrates the debut of Cowboy Boots and Inexpressible Longing On Sale Now!

Over to you Natalie…

When I began writing Cowboy Boots and Untamed Hearts, I knew the majority of the Cowboy Boots books would be classified as ménage and it made perfect sense to write the series as such since our heroes travel together as one unit.

Using vigilante-type tactics within a collective group, The Underground Unit is funded by private resources. Team members have relinquished their normal lives to serve and protect US citizens while fighting cartels and foreign threats. Ideally, each Underground Unit member would be able to separate work and recreation, but due to the nature of their dangerous careers, they’re often marked for dead as soon as they begin their first assignment.

As one might imagine, it’s not easy to start a relationship when one’s home is a fortress, a compound complete with underground tunnels and security measures to insure a rapid escape should a terrorist come to call. The operatives must be willing and able to walk away from their homes and lives without any regard for what they will be required to leave behind. Relationships make for complications unless intimate bonds are formed with individuals who understand what is required of the Underground Unit and their significant others.

The Underground fellows are fiercely loyal to the women they love and several of our heroines have strong family ties to some of the Unit’s original founding members. Since these women are accustomed to the life, some of them have become operatives. Others have simply embraced the adventure and danger because they realize if they want to hold and love the men they adore, they must accept their choices.

Our heroines, for the most part, are very strong women. The exception would be Sydney in Cowboy Boots and Untamed Hearts. Sydney grew up living beside the Donovan brothers, all of whom were groomed for the Underground Unit.  As the daughter of one of the Unit’s founders, Sydney is under the Donovans’ protection and in many ways they’ve always loved her.  They’ve also guarded her to a fault. While Sydney isn’t as strong as our other heroines, she loves and supports her men unconditionally.

The women in Cowboy Boots and Unfinished Business, Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts, and Cowboy Boots and Unadulterated Pleasures are operatives. They fight beside the fellows they love and their heroes work overtime to insure their women never receive so much as a scratch on their pretty little heads.

A variety of businesses are used to help our operatives conceal their covers. Farm operations and casino properties are fronts for the Underground Unit. Now, with the forthcoming installment, Cowboy Boots and Inexpressible Longing, we’ll step inside the Unit’s Underground Clubs. The first club in the series is The Underground Club in Las Vegas, a BDSM lifestyle club managed by Drew Remington from Cowboy Boots and Unfinished Business.

As personalities vary so do our operatives’ interests in their significant others. After loving and losing a woman he once shared with his brothers, Drew Remington is hell bent on a traditional relationship, in part because he has secretly carried a torch for a woman he has known for most of his life, a sexy vixen he has no intention of sharing with his unit or anyone else.

While writing Drew’s story, I spotted a number of opportunities for the Cowboy Boots series, particularly since a new group of operatives will soon emerge and receive their first assignments. Some of these men will work in teams while others will report to duty in major cities with the perfect covers as Underground Club owners.

The Cowboy Boots books with multiple partners/ménage situations are quickly spotted due to the number of male bodies on the cover. Additionally, readers can easily determine which books are multiple partner stories by looking for the prefix ‘Un’ in the second part of the title. The upcoming M/F romantic thrillers have the prefix “In” in the second part of the title. The M/F installments will have “The Underground Clubs” splashed across the top left.  All Cowboy Boots books contain BDSM elements.

Below, you’ll find a preview of Cowboy Boots and Inexpressible Longing, coming to Siren-Bookstrand on June 3rd.  I hope you’ll join us for the Cowboy Boots journey. These operatives are gearing up to deliver one adventure after another!

Natalie Acres

http://www.amazon.com/Natalie-Acres/e/B002T575KC/

www.Twitter.com/NatalieAcres

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Cowboy Boots and Inexpressible Longing

Cowboy Boots, Book Five, Part One in The Underground Clubs

Written by Natalie Acres

Coming to Siren-Bookstrand on June 3, 2013

 His pain is far greater than his need for love

 Master Drew Remington knows pain. He understands its fury.

He has walked through its unrelenting terror and remembers the torment in his brother’s eyes as he lay dying in front of him.

His affliction is too vast to overcome

Oh yes, Master Drew knows heartache. He watched as his father was gunned down by a hired assassin and understands what it’s like to feel helpless, utterly consumed by a harrowing tragedy that left his family in ruins.

Only one woman can heal his soul and mend his wounded heart

A former lover, Suzy Matthews, reenters Master Drew’s life. Suzy is determined to win her Master’s heart, but as she plans to embrace the love she and Master Drew share, an emerging war finally erupts. Soon, Suzy is used as a pawn in a very dangerous game set to unfold between old enemies looking to settle one final score.

Story Excerpt:

“He’s got her,” Drew said.

“No shit.” Crue’s voice filled his ears. “Gabe and I have clear shots in the guest room. We can take out all but one of his men. Esparza’s son is standing at his twelve o’clock.”

“Don’t take those shots,” Drew whispered, easing closer to Esparza and Suzy. He couldn’t risk a complication. Suzy’s life was on the line.

“Damn it, Drew. If we don’t take them out, you won’t stand a chance when they scatter,” Gabe snapped.

“Then I won’t stand a chance.” He tucked his weapon at his waist and walked down the hallway with his hands in the air. This was like déjà vu, only worse. Suzy was on the floor. Esparza’s gun was aimed at her head. Damn if he didn’t know how that felt. He’d been there. He’d done that.

Damn man must’ve liked reliving moments in life. As Drew locked gazes with Esparza, he reminded himself of where he’d been, what heartache he’d suffered, all at the hands of a monster.

This damn devil had been at the root of all his problems. He’d taken away the heart and soul of his family. He’d killed his father and slaughtered his brother. Now, he had his woman!

He’d be damned if he’d let him take one more person he cared about. And he wasn’t about to lose his life to Esparza so another one of his brothers would face off with him in the future.

It was time to end this. The moment had come. It was time to send a devil back to hell.

“What have we here?” Esparza cocked the gun.

“You’ll never get away with this,” Drew told him, glancing at Suzy. “We have the place surrounded.”

“Really?” Esparza threw his head back and laughed. “My property is twenty-five acres and your team—your team of six or seven men—has my place surrounded?”

“Your surveillance must’ve failed you somewhere, Esparza. We’ve pulled divisions from across the country.” Drew crept forward as he spoke. “I don’t foresee any way out of this for you.”

Esparza sneered. “I don’t see any positive outcome for your girl. Do you?”

Drew flinched. “I still can’t figure out why you have her. She’s been in town for two days and you think there’s some sort of lasting connection between us?”

Suzy shot him a quick glance. He wanted to run to her as soon as he implied she wasn’t important to him. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and reassure her.

Again, Esparza tossed his head back. “You’re living in Vegas now. Haven’t you learned the laws of the land, yet? You can bluff a skilled player, a player who cares about the end result more than the temporary win. But you cannot—or at least you shouldn’t—bluff a true gambler. These individuals will go all-in without considering the risks.”

“Let her go,” Drew said, still holding his hands high. Manny was behind him now. Drew had worked with him long enough to feel him like a second skin. Scott was positioned at the other end of the hall. There was a little red dot on the side of Esparza’s head.

“Do you remember the time we spent together in Virginia, Drew?” Esparza grinned. “Of course you do. I’m the reason behind that drive you have now. When you rise every morning, I’m the only excuse you have to get out of bed. I’m your inspiration when you pound the pavement for four or five miles every day, and I’m—me, Drew, and no one else—the very reason you’ll never know a peaceful rest when you lay down at night and go to sleep.”

“You’re fucking insane.”

“And I speak the truth,” Esparza said. “We share a history that can never been separated. Don’t you feel it, Drew? I do. We’re linked together by what I now consider a very beautiful past, one wrought with murder and deceit, fraud and manipulation. Death surrounds us. Your father took away my family. I’ve slowly killed off yours. We meet, separate, and reunite again. We are so much a part of one another’s lives now that we’re almost family.”

Esparza yanked Suzy’s head back. “When families play together, darling, they stay together. You understand that. Don’t you?”

Copyright ©2013 Natalie Acres

This post was prepared for specific blog owners and social media sites. No part of this post or excerpt may be copied or changed without explicit permission from the author or publisher. Contact natalieacres@yahoo.com for information.

*****

Adult Excerpt Follows Below:

She loved him. Oh how she loved him.

Drew removed the vibrator and rose over her like a force to be reckoned with, a powerful surge behind a bolt of electricity. His broad shoulders, cut pecs, and muscular arms and legs were only part of the package. Drew Remington was indeed a beautiful man. He had features so dark they were haunting, a symbol of trouble. That’s what he represented. Danger and seduction, sex. Oh God yes, how much he resembled the epitome of sex.

Even the disturbing shadows circling his brown eyes were enticing. They were part of what made the man intriguing, yet explained why he was so distant and reserved.

His fingers plunged inside her pussy and her hips shot off the bed. “Master Drew, please.”

He smacked her bare mound and a gush of racing heat blasted through her channel. She slapped her hands against the mattress and used her heels to pump closer to those prying fingers, that manual stimulation now driving her wild.

Her head tilted forward and back as he fucked her with probing digits. His mouth fell open and his eyes grew heavy.

Reaching for him, she pumped his cock, suddenly aware of the fact that he’d already suited up to play, already slipped the condom on when she’d apparently been too involved in the pleasure to notice.

“You will do what I tell you to do while you’re here,” he said, leaving one finger right inside her cunt as if to show her how well he could give, how easily he could take away. “Tell me you understand.”

“Yes. I understand, Master Drew.”

He shoved three fingers inside her, rotating them in a scooping-like fashion. “And you’ll stay out of trouble, sub. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her pussy now an inferno as he continued to stir her juices, work with her arousal. “I understand perfectly.”

Bending over her body, he flicked her clit and she came apart. His head bobbed up and down as he sipped at the hardened bud, licked at her pussy lips and rigorously fingered her.

Coming to his knees, Drew reached behind him and released her legs. “I want to feel those shapely thighs squeezing me, sub.”

Without another word, he slammed into her with one even thrust. Planting his hands on either side of her head, he worked his hips back and forth, moving them from side to side as he screwed her.

“Now say it,” he rasped, dragging his lips across hers.

Her nipples throbbed. Her pussy wept. It was all she could do to keep from wrapping her arms around him while screaming out his name, chanting about her everlasting love and undying devotion.

“Say what?”

Surely he didn’t want her to tell him again. Had Drew really changed that much while they’d been apart? Did he need her now when he hadn’t needed her in the past? Was he ready for more than he’d given her before?

He pushed the weight of his cock high inside her quivering cunt. “Tell me.” His lips assaulted hers as his cock strummed inside her. “Now, sub. Fucking tell me now!”

As she started to profess her love all over again, her release rolled forward. Her pussy vibrated with the warning and she tried to resist, fought to hold back until her Master gave her permission.

“Damn you! I need to hear you tell me you love me again. Tell me you love me as much as I’ve always loved you!”

There was no stopping her then. She came apart in his arms, screaming his name, crying out for more, and yes, oh God yes. She told him she loved him over and over again.

Suzy would love him until the day she died.

*****

WOW!! Yummy…thanks Natalie…

Get reading folks!!

Kay xx

FREE Quick Kink!

I’m delighted to be able to announce that two of my anthologies are FREE on iTunes until 9th June!!

Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two each contain 12 smoulderingly stories- some vanilla, some BDSM, some romantic, some dark- ALL extremely kinky!!

From ‘A Delivery of Words’- (the very first delivery man tale I ever wrote!!), to the antics of an adventurous young woman’s top in ‘The Shirt’, to an ultra bizarre wedding in ‘The Bride Wore Rubber’, I promise there is something for every lover of erotica within these two volumes e-pages!!

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If you enjoy these stories, then why not treat yourself to one of my other short story collections!

If you like a bit of FemDom- then Yes Ma’am is just the thing- 6 bursts of delicious obedience!

Prefer some BDSM? Then check out Equipment - each of its 3 tale gives a different angle on the joys of submission and domination…

And if you like everything, or haven’t a clue what sort of erotica to try first, then check out The Collector…it really is a smorgasbord of erotic choices…

Enjoy your FREE snatches of Quick Kink guys- and don’t forget, if you like what you’ve read, a review on Amazon or Goodreads would put you right at the top of my Christmas card list!!

Happy Reading!

Kay xx

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Guest Post – Suzanne Portnoy- I Must Apologise

Today I’m delighted to have the incredible Suzanne Portnoy visiting my site! And wow- what a story she has to tell…

Over to you Suzanne…

I MUST APOLOGISE to the good people of the UK. It seems our national identity as the land of “no sex please, we’re British” is at risk. The Americans are saying such nasty things about me, I’m afraid I may yet bring everyone down with me – at least the old ones, who’ve popped out a couple of kids and are now expected to use beds only for sleeping.

Me, I wrote a book that chronicles my history as a woman who using her bed – and other venues – for sleeping around. ‘The Butcher, the Baker, the Candlestick Maker’ is the story of my sexual history. Graciously tagged an ‘erotic memoir, it came out in June 2006 and is now being republished thanks to the growing demand for erotica. A number of U.K. newspapers wrote about the book, and shortly afterward someone visited my website to tip me off to a growing hellfire heating up in my name. A message board on a conservative American website, Right Nation (www.rightnation.us), picked up a Sunday Times piece in which I discussed my reasons for writing the book.

‘Is her name down in the dictionary next to the word ‘slut?’ was a typical posting that appeared within hours of the article appearing in the paper. I skimmed through the three dozen other comments. ‘One thing this woman will probably never get from a man…..respect.  I hope she regularly gets tested for AIDs.’  I’ve never been much of a masochist but somehow felt compelled to check back 24 hours later. Nearly one hundred people had posted responses, all but one echoing the original sentiment, only in increasingly stronger language.

Alas, this was merely a variation on the theme I’ve been hearing since I first announced my plans to write the book. ‘I can’t believe you’re writing that kind of book. I could never be so public about my private sex life,’ said one girlfriend when I told her of my plan to put my sexual history on the page. She lives in London, a city of saunas, half a dozen fetish clubs, private and public swingers parties, so I found her distaste for the idea a bit puritan. There’s enough sex in this town that people refer to it as the new Amsterdam. Our red light zone stretches from Soho to Shoreditch.

There are people in the media helping to perpetuate the no-sex-for-mum myth.

“So, you’ve fulfilled your biological destiny by having two children,” asked one BBC radio presenter.  “Why do you need to have sex anymore?”

Excuse me? My biological destiny is to take pleasure in sex, not to retire after having sex only for reproductive purposes. Lying back, thinking of tomorrow’s carpool schedule, if not ye olde England, is not my style. Having a good time, in my free time, is. And, at 44, I’m having quite a number of good times lately. I am hardly alone.

I challenged the BBC presenter. ‘Are you suggesting sex isn’t a part of life?’ His question genuinely puzzled me.  ‘Why shouldn’t a middle-aged woman want to have sex?’ ‘Well,’ he replied, ‘There are people who would say that at your age you might prefer to be doing something else.’

Discussing my book inevitably involves discussing life. I’m happy to discuss casual sex with strangers, monogamy, and marriage, the sexual choices I’ve made, the places where I find sex, the way I schedule my adult fun around my duties as a working mother. Yet, I’d like to know: since when is having sex after 40 newsworthy? And when did we revert to the myth that sex stopped when motherhood began? Sex doesn’t end just because a woman has become a mother. If sex ended after motherhood, none of us would have siblings.

The comments from the website and the radio presenter suggest was that, at 44, I shouldn’t be having sex or even talking about it, that at my age I should be happy to be settled down with a good book or embroidery.  It’s not just that imagining a middle-aged woman having sex is the discomfiting equivalent of thinking about your parents still ‘doing it.’  It’s that a mother having sex is wrong, bad, evil, immoral, scandalous.

Despite the growth of swinging clubs, swapping and other unconventional sexual activities mostly practiced by couples over 35, it seems few people want to talk about middle-aged people having sex.  Yet, according to Dr. Sarah Brewer, ‘Women are said to reach their physical sexual peak in their thirties or forties.’ From my own experience I know that’s true. Indeed, had my sex life been as good, or frequent, before the age of 35, my memoir would be at least a three-volume set. The difference, for me, is that now, in addition to merely reaching my sexual peak, I’ve learned to communicate well enough to make sure it’s enjoyable:

I’m experienced enough to know what I like and don’t like, I’m willing to communicate with my lovers – and to drop those who aren’t willing to respond. Sex is a mutually beneficial act, a partnership and I’m pleased to report that it only gets better with age.

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Here’s an extract from…

T H E  BU T C H ER,  T H E  B AKER,  T H E  C A N DLES T I C K  M AKER

AN   APER I T I F   A T   R IO’S

Mr New   York,   Action   Man,   the   Scottish   Antonio Banderas, the French Gigolo, the Danish Pastry, Tantric  Andy, Opera Man, and on and on. And on. I rarely call them by their names. My friend Michelle says my men shouldn’t get a name until I’ve slept with them three times and, using her criteria, most of them remain nameless. That doesn’t bother me. I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I’m looking for sex. It’s my weekend retreat.

That’s where Rio’s comes in.

My kids-free weekends always start with me in the car. There’s the rush out of my office at five-thirty p.m., the zigzag through the Hampstead back streets to avoid the rush-hour traffic, and the quick hello to the kids, who are usually so immersed in the latest PlayStation game they barely notice my greeting. I yank clothes out of the laundry basket,

making sure I’ve got enough tops, pants and pyjamas, adding something heavy for a sudden cold snap and something light for a rare British heatwave. I got divorced almost five years ago and my kids still don’t keep any clothes with my ex, so we operate on a rotating wardrobe scheme whereby every other week, when my ex has the kids, I ferry a bag of stuff over to his spotless penthouse flat, which he will later wash and return to me on Sunday when I collect the kids.

Weekends start off well if I’ve got the kids in the car by six- thirty and over to their father a few minutes later. If I make it to Rio’s by seven, I get fucked for free. Otherwise, the admission fee kicks in, and I’m paying £11 for the privilege of getting laid. Until Sunday evening, when I cross London again to pick up my sons, it’s ‘me’ time.

Many Friday evenings I’m tempted to stay home, pour a glass of wine and put my feet up, rather than serve as a human shuttle service. It’s a struggle to get ready to go out on the town. I’m tired after a busy work week. My super king-size bed is calling, calling, even if I’ll be jumping into it alone. And yet I think, Stop being so pathetic. You’ve just turned forty-four, for fuck’s sake, and there are many men out there. And I’ve only got four days and two nights a month  to  meet  them. When my ex-husband has custody, I have my freedom. And freedom means sex.

The temptation to stay home is short-lived tonight, bested by the temptations to be found at Rio’s and the opportunity to be seduced by an anonymous male and serviced by him. I’ve got a web date and although, as usual for a Friday, part of me wants to take the easy option and send him a text to call the whole thing off, I can’t. My date has travelled from Winchester to see me. Calling it off so late, and after his two-and-a-half-hour drive, would be rude. I was brought up to be a good girl.

His picture and his profile on TotallyGorgeous.com look pretty good. His photo shows off his fair hair and broad shoulders. He is wearing a blue Lacoste shirt – public- schoolboy vanilla – but he looks tall and athletic and his broad shoulders stretch the cotton at the collar and sleeve. Nice. Not as ‘totally gorgeous’ as the site’s name promises, not a super- model, but good enough for one evening. He said he works in finance, which, since he lives too far south to work in the City, makes me wonder if he sells pension plans: boring.

‘What are you into?’ he asked, after a few email exchanges, when we spoke on the phone. ‘Do you ever go out clubbing?’ I told him I went to fetish clubs from time to time, and that excited him. He actually gasped, which made me wonder just how extensive a sexual history someone in a Lacoste shirt really had. I always get worried when guys think going to a fetish club is the height of decadence. Anyone who’s ever spent ten minutes in Torture Garden knows these places are costume parties for grown-ups. There’s always the same middle-aged man in chaps being  spanked  by  his  overweight  dominatrix  partner,  while hotties hover on the periphery, watching the show.

‘I wouldn’t mind being your companion at a fetish club if you’re ever short of a date,’ Mr Lacoste had said. He seemed disappointed when I told him I had a regular partner for fetish- club nights, but we agreed to get together anyway.

The only other guy I’ve met on TotallyGorgeous was also in finance – a banker with a penchant for talking dirty but who had bipolar disorder. Halfway through a blowjob he said to me, in his upper-crust English accent, ‘You know, I haven’t had an orgasm in ten years.’

I took this as a challenge, the equivalent of climbing Mount Everest to make him come. I failed. He was on lithium. While I was on Everest, he was in the clouds. I got a nice steak frites from the banker, at least. Tonight I’m hoping for three courses and a sexual aperitif…

*****

It just remains for me to say a BIG THANK YOU to Suzanne for sharing her story on my blog today! I thought I’d had to put up with some crap from folk who disagree with what I do- but boy I’ve had it easy by comparison!!

Here’s the Amazon Links to buy Suzanne’s amazing book-

UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Butcher-Baker-Candlestick-Maker-ebook/dp/B00BFTT6S2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1369668149&sr=8-1&keywords=the+butcher+the+baker+the+candlestick+maker

US- http://www.amazon.com/Butcher-Baker-Candlestick-Maker-ebook/dp/B00351YF8O/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1369668239&sr=8-2&keywords=butcher+baker+candlestick+maker

If you want more details check out the info on this press release!

Happy Reading Everyone

Kay xx

 

Trilogy Confusion- The Perfect Submissive Unconfused!

Just zipping by to untangle a touch of confusion over The Perfect Submissive Trilogy!

At the end of 2011 I was thrilled to have my BDSM novel The Perfect Submissive published. I’ll never forget how amazing it felt to hear I was to have my very first full length story thrust upon an unsuspecting the world!

Such was its popularity, that Xcite decided to split the novel into three parts, to form a mini e-trilogy, each with its own title-

Part 1 – Hidden Agenda

Part 2- The Art of Submissive Survival

Part 3- Room 54

Little did either myself, or the team at Xcite, realise just how well received my first novel would be! Much to my delight, it was so popular, that back in January I was asked to keep the story of Miss Jess Sanders going, and write another two novels all about her adventures.

Of course, this means that The Perfect Submissive will soon have another Part 2 (The Retreat) and a new Part 3 (Knowing Her Place)!!! Hence the confusion!!

So- in summary- The Perfect Submissive is a novel which can either be purchased as a whole story, or in three short e-books, and is soon to be followed by two more complete long novels.

Hope that helps a bit folks!

And, at the risk of confusing things further- The Retreat (Part 2) will be out in October!! (I finished writing it yesterday- just the edits to go!!)

Happy Reading folks!!

(And thanks guys- without you folk, I’d never have been asked to write these sequels!)

Kay xx

 

 

 

 

Marvellous May!

Well here we are, almost half way through 2013 already, and life continues to be as hectic as ever. I thought it might be fun to share a quick round-up style blog with you today- if I’m honest, as much for my benefit as yours! I swear if I don’t write it down, I have no grasp on the ups and downs of every day life!

A friend of mine, who is a great fan of Ronan Keating (someone has to be), is forever telling me that life really is a roller coaster- and to be honest, I’m beginning to think he’s right!

Luckily for me there are plenty of ups to balance the occasional downs. If you follow me on Twitter (kay_jaybee), you will probably have noticed that I’m on the short list for Best Erotic Writer 2013, as voted for by subscribers to the ETO Magazine!!!

When I first saw my name connected with the awards via Twitter, I honestly thought it was a hoax- just a bit of spam- but soon I discovered that this wasn’t the case at all. I was utterly stunned- and very flattered! I can’t believe I’m up on a short list with erotica supremos Rachel Krammer Bussel and Kd Grace!! Also on the list- proving how much has changed in the erotic world in the last 18 months- are the mega popular hot romance authors EL James and Sylvia Day. So let’s face it- the chances of me getting any further are slim- but WOW, who cares, I was nominated!!! Chuffed to bits!!

I’m really looking forward to heading up to this years ETO Show, signing a few books at the Xcite stand, and soaking up the atmosphere- whilst having my ‘ideas’ notebook close at hand…

There are loads of categories to vote for at the ETO Awards, so if you are registered to receive the magazine don’t forget to vote for your favourite author, retailer, publisher and so on.

Continuing on the upward course of my roller coaster ride, I’m pleased to say that my latest work in progress The Retreat (the full length sequel to The Perfect Submissive), only has two more chapters left to write before I hit the editing stage. That means it will be ready in plenty of time for its launch in October- which is just as well as I’ve been asked to write two short stories and another novel before the year is out…. and breathe….

Alongside having had lots of fab guest bloggers on this site so far this year, and a heap of fun working as part of the Brit Babes, there is one more major ‘up’ to report so far this month! And that is the arrival through the post (in fact, by wonderful coincidence, it came via courier), of my copy of the paperback edition of Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man. What can I tell you- I LOVE IT!!!!

The front cover is lush, the back cover is beautiful, and the quality of the paper is superb. It is just a joy to hold in the hand. Do you get the impression I’m pleased with how this book has turned out??

And believe me- the timing of this books graduation from e-book to paperback could not be better- if you need a short punchy read for National Masturbation month- look no further…you get my point!!

So, there we have it- not a bad haul on the ‘ups’ front! But where life gives you ups there are bound to be downs…

But hey- you don’t want to hear about my Internet problems, ‘real’ work issues,…….

So let’s forget the downs and celebrate the fact that May is Masturbation Month by taking a peep at a suitably fitting extract from my hot erotic romance A Sticky Situation… I hope it hits the spot…

…Dumping her holdall without ceremony, relieved to be in the one place where it didn’t matter if she got half a can of cola down her chin, Sally kicked off her comfy travelling shoes, letting her feet luxuriate in some well deserved air, prior to them being held prisoner in stupidly high heels for the next few days.

In an hour she would have to start being Miss Sally Briers, “marketing queen”, but for now she could simply rest. Closing her eyes, Sally’s imagination returned to the pages of the book she’d been reading on the train. Carol had thrust it into her hand as she’d deposited her at the station, telling her it would relax her, but all it had done was make Sally regret telling Carol about her, well- built-tradesmen-with-tattoo, fantasy. She had become horny to the point where she’d wondered if she could risk losing her seat to someone else while she nipped into the toilet cubicle to give herself a good seeing to.

At last she could work off the ache that the erotic novel had caused in her clit. Keeping her eyes shut, Sally trailed a hand down her front, undoing the buttons of her shirt, making believe that her hands belonged to the grubby, stubbled, cock-sure garage mechanic who had given the heroine of the story such a thorough fucking.

Peeling open her top, her fingers danced over her breasts as her legs opened wider. Her skirt was already rucked up around her waist, and her bare legs were bent expectantly at the knee. As Sally clutched at her chest, she pictured the fictional mechanic’s mouth landing on her nipples, drawing them out with his tongue. She shoved her bra unceremoniously above her tits, and plucked at her teats, until they were stiff enough to pull at in unison with thoughts of oil stained fingers in her head.

Behind her eyelids, she could clearly see him strip away his dirty boiler suit, before his large nail-blunted hands roamed roughly over her body; the bulky man’s jeans barely holding the bulge at his groin. Sliding her palm downwards, tracing the line of her waistband, she could see her fantasy man’s digits reach out to undo his belt, and ease his erect shaft from his clothing. As her imaginary lover stroked his tip over her panty covered clit, Sally tucked a finger inside her knickers and ran it along the folds of her snatch.

Raising her hips, Sally manhandled her clit harder, while wetting a finger and using it to massage her right nipple, feeling little flickers of electricity sparking within her stomach, she continued to caress herself, visualising Cameron as he lowered his lips to her nub and … Cameron!

Sally’s eyes flew open, and her hands were temporarily immobilised in position against her fast dampening pussy and her chest. How did he elbow his way into my perfect “bit of rough” fantasy!

It was all Carol’s fault. She’d gone on and on in the car, winding Sally up about hotel flings, and how Cameron might not be so bad after all.

Almost imperceptibly, Sally’s fingertips started to move across her slit again, too far along the road towards climax to want to stop just because Cameron bloody James had interrupted her seam of concentration.

Clamping her clear green eyes shut, Sally sank deeper against her pillows, searching for the image of her greasy, sweetly sweaty, tattooed, dream lover.

Drumming her fingers with increasing pace over her pussy, pushing two digits inside her channel, she swirled sticky moisture around her hole. Pinching her left and then right nipples in quick rotation, Sally’s mind jumped between shots of her heavy voiced mechanic and the smooth physique of her senior colleague.

Close to the edge, Sally pressed onwards, making her hips rise to meet her own fingers as a third slipped inside her. With a final tug at her full creamy flesh, she juddered; mewls of personal pleasure escaping from her lips, her brain continuing to merge the visions in her head, creating a tattooed hero who looked frighteningly like Cameron James in oil spattered overalls.

Catching her breath, Sally allowed her pulse to stop thudding in her ears before she swung her legs so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed. ‘Bloody Cameron, bloody James!!!’ She scooped up a towel and headed to the shower, ‘I can’t even have a wank without him butting in!’…

You can read the rest of A Sticky Situation by buying it from…

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-

Happy Reading,

Kay xx

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