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Digging Deep is FREE- Here’s a Taster…

I’m delighted to be able to tell you that my Xcite erotic romance, Digging Deep is FREE on all Amazon sites until midnight on Sunday 19th May (UK time)

Based (loosely!!!) on my own adventures as an archaeologist in Tunisia many years ago, this novella was immense fun to write. Here’s the first chapter to whet your appetite…

Chapter One

Irritably adjusting her wide-brimmed hat for the third time in as many minutes, Dr Beth Andrews felt the sting of the African sun sear the back of her neck through the tresses of her long, ginger hair.

She never dreamt she’d miss the stubborn, muddy clay of the British earth she was used to hunting through in her search for archaeological data, but the uncooperatively fine white sand of North Africa was enough to try the patience of a saint.

Throwing down her brush in overheated exasperation, Beth thought fondly of her excavation trowel. Her tool of choice had quickly been rendered obsolete in the face of so much sand, and a job that was, by necessity, slow was reduced to a snail’s pace as the metre by metre square of the Ancient Roman bath house site in which she worked backfilled in on itself with every sweep of her light bristled brush.

It had been a dream come true for Beth when she’d been selected to lead the University of Wales’s excavation team, digging the sprawling Ancient Roman city of Lepti Major on the outskirts of Sousse in Tunisia. She had longed to experience new exotic sites and see new exotic sights. The chance to uncover stunning mosaics and city roads that hadn’t been trodden for 1000 years was an opportunity she’d had no intention of letting pass by.

The fact she’d be sharing responsibility for the site with her archaeological hero, the unimaginatively named Dr Harrison Harris from Colorado, an American academic who’d been the subject of many of Beth’s private fantasies since she’d fallen in love with his work, not to mention the photograph of him on the back cover of his books, in her first year as a student, was neither here nor there.

Flicking her eyes covertly over towards Harrison, Beth averted her attention away from the slight increase in her pulse rate by recalling what the site’s previous supervisor had said about working in Africa’s extreme temperatures. “Scalding by day, and freezing by night”. Linda had warned Beth that her freckle-spotted, sensitive flesh would loathe being either fried or frozen just as much as her archaeological brain would relish the challenge of constructing a city from its remains.

Beth hated the fact that Linda had been right. She’d never been rendered so sweaty, not to mention so blotched with extra heat-induced freckles, in her life. There couldn’t have been a centimetre of her body that hadn’t got a fresh cluster of beige dots on it. After only a week under the sun, it was becoming a struggle to hold on to her generally calm approach to life, and Beth was finding that her temper, which rarely flared in the UK, was on a permanently short fuse.

What got to her most was that none of her colleagues seemed to be suffering at all. They were all happily tanning as they worked, and sleeping off their exhaustion with ease at night.

It hadn’t taken Beth more than a few hours of digging in the unshaded bath house on her first day to see that a survival technique was required to prevent the elements disrupting her professional judgement. She tried thinking about work, home, rain, and even walks in the snow as she worked, but only one thing successfully diverted her attention from the exposure of her unusually pale flesh to the elements, and that was to allow her mind to fill with erotic scenarios and fantasies, while her hands got on with the job in hand.

This specialised amusement had the benefit of taking her mind off the sun that managed to scald her back even through three layers of thin cotton, and had the added bonus of warming her at night. Lying on her thin camping mattress, Beth would recall all she’d pondered during the day, engendering an ardour between her thighs that her fingers deftly maximised, leaving her physically warmer and bodily sated, and thus making it easier for her to fall asleep.

At first, Beth had been determined that Harrison would not feature in her erotic musings. Her resolve had not lasted long, however, and although she did her best to make the men in her sexy survival scenarios anonymous, the American’s face crept in with increasing frequency.

Manoeuvring a layer of burning sand from one side of her section to the other, Beth considered her colleague. His reputation as an expert in Roman archaeology was renowned. Beth had never dreamt she’d ever meet him, let alone work with him as an equal. His knowledge and academic intellect had been enough to make her heart flutter for years. Yet what Harrison was like in reality was not at all how she’d assumed he’d be.

She’d envisaged him as being chatty, tall, slim, dark-haired, and weather-tanned. He’d probably wear glasses for reading, and be forever clad in T-shirts and large-pocketed shorts as he leapt around excavations like a gazelle.

In fact, she’d hardly heard Harrison’s distinct Colorado accent. He seemed to prefer his own company to that of the group. When he did talk to Beth, he called her “doll,” which made her feel like a lump of mass-produced, animated plastic.

Harrison was about 5 foot 7, not the 6 foot plus she’d pictured, and his spiked hair was a sun-kissed blond and not brown. His build was stocky and muscular, his bare arms and legs permanently gritted with granules of sand, and although he moved with a speed which would have been the envy of any gazelle, he managed to proceed around the site somehow without making a sound.

The problem is, Beth thought as she traced the outline of what she suspected might be a Roman drain gully, I built up an image of him based on a book cover’s black-and-white out of date headshot, and I was way off.

She’d been right about Harrison wearing knee-length shorts, though. Everyone on the dig wore such shorts, except for the stick thin, heavy-chested blonde on the American team, who might as well have been wearing knickers her shorts were so scanty. Beth sighed as she looked down at her own attire. A protective covering of baggy clothing shrouded her limbs, and her porcelain neck was hidden beneath spirals of her ginger hair, which glowed as if she’d been hit by radiation rather than African sunlight.

Ryan wasn’t helping either. The most charismatic of her students had been so enthusiastic on his first morning that he’d headed to the site before everybody else, without waiting for Beth to detail where to dig. Consequently, he’d powered through the ground in an alarmingly gung-ho manner, neglected the recording of each strata-graphic layer and, with his six-pack and biceps shining against 120 degrees of sunshine, had crashed his shovel into the corner of a mosaic that had been safely protected by the landscape for hundreds of years, breaking off half-a-dozen exquisitely coloured tessera cubes, and rendering one of the depicted Medusa’s snakes partially headless.

Beth had gone ballistic. To his credit, Ryan had been mortified. He’d begged her not to tell anyone. For the sake of the university’s reputation, not to mention her fear that Harrison would take one look at her careless student, assume she was no good at supervision, and send her home, she had agreed it would be their secret. Ever since, however, Ryan had been driving Beth mad with his attempts to make it up to her at every opportunity.

Only that morning he’d lent so close to Beth as he informed her he was going to make up for his blunder that his soft Welsh tones had vibrated against her skin. His manner was so blatantly suggestive that she hadn’t been able to prevent the inappropriate smile that had very briefly crossed her lips.

Picking up her dustpan and brush, Beth stroked away the grains of sand that sat between her and her judgement as to whether the lines being revealed were part of the bath house drainage system or not. Expertly tracing the changing colours in the freshly uncovered ground, Beth, confident that her theory was correct, and that the ancient shadows of the gully she could see could be followed across the ground with ease, readopted her technique to deviate her attention from the cruel climate, while her fingers worked the earth.

What exactly is Ryan offering? she wondered. A sneaky snog behind the equipment cupboard? A cooling down of my chest with his tongue? Or is he more ambitious than that? Does he imagine me naked, face down, spread-eagled over an empty wheelbarrow with his cock between my legs; or see us together in the shower, washing off the worst of the sand that seems to be permanently stuck to my body while he shoves his dick down my throat?

For goodness’ sake, woman! she chided herself. Beth was surprised to find her chest, whose generous size she’d always loved before, but now heartily wished was small enough to go without the extra layer of material her bra provided, was becoming taut. Cross with herself, she shook her hair out from beneath her hat, as if trying to dislodge the thoughts from her head. Having random erotic dreams might be the only thing that keeps you sane in this blast furnace – but you must not consider your students! Get a grip!

Briskly returning to the matter in hand, Beth cut through a layer of denser sand, wishing Ryan wasn’t working the section directly behind her. She daren’t turn to check he was all right like she did her other students. The last time she’d done so, she had caught him ogling her butt with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, which couldn’t have been mistaken for anything other than the type of lustful intentions her own imagination had just so colourfully displayed to her. Ever since then, she had been more than a little self-conscious of the stretch of her cotton combats over her backside.

Crouching on her haunches, letting her eyes roam across the site as a whole, Beth struck Ryan from her mind, and began weighing up the significance of what she was excavating in relation to what else was opening up on the dig before her. As she leant in closer, a glitter of something just below the upper level of the sand caught her eye. Trailing her brush across the yellow surface, she mentally listed all the hidden things that might shine: mosaic tesserae, jewellery, votive offerings to the gods …

With a sharp scream, Beth stumbled backwards out of her square in a mad scramble to escape. Her find was none of the things archaeologists dream of uncovering. In the haste to get away, her left foot caught on the guide string that divided her metre section from the next. Tripping, she fell heavily backwards.

Flushed with an embarrassment that enflamed her already pinkened features, Beth found herself being scooped onto Ryan’s lap, his arms wrapped protectively around her.

Alerted by the unexpected shriek, the other students in the immediate vicinity began to gather round. Most of them, however, backed away the moment they saw what had caused Beth’s unusual lack of professionalism; except for the leggy American, who looked at Ryan in disgust, pointedly rolled her eyes at Beth, and returned to her work.

Beth didn’t have time to think about the blonde’s unsympathetic reaction. All her attention was on the bronze snake which hadn’t appreciated its home being disturbed by an inquisitive human. She was convinced it was staring straight at her, its tongue flicking, smelling the air around it in an accusatory manner.

Her initial shock subsiding, and abruptly sensible of where she was, and how it must appear to see one of the supervisors in the embrace of a student, Beth scrambled shakily to her feet. She wasn’t sure if she was more mortified by her public reaction to the snake, or by the fact that her body felt more than a little content at being cradled so protectively in Ryan’s arms so recently after her erotic ruminations had headed in his direction. ‘I’m sorry, everyone! That was a bit of a shock. I’m not good with snakes.’

‘Don’t worry about it, boss.’ Ryan ran a consoling hand down Beth’s cotton-covered arm, creating small prickles of uninvited lust that appeared on top of the prickles of fear already there, and sending them both tripping towards her crotch.

Rueing her kinky imagination, Beth took another step away from her student. Moving rather too fast, she collided with the stocky frame of Harrison Harris. He’d crossed the site on his ever-silent feet to see what all the fuss was about without her even noticing, causing Beth to jump out of her skin for a second time. ‘Honestly. Harrison, don’t you ever make a sound when you move?’

‘Hardly ever!’ He treated her to one of his Colorado smiles, making Beth suspect that he was privately laughing at her. ‘You OK, doll?’

Not stopping to waste her breath on asking him for the umpteenth time not to call her “doll”, Beth did her best to ignore the twinkle in Harrison’s eye that confirmed he found the situation hilarious, and settled for being grateful that he hadn’t vocalised his mirth in front of their charges.

‘I’m fine. The snake took me by surprise.’

Beth had no doubt this little episode would be site folklore by dinner time. She didn’t usually care about that sort of thing, and was always one of the first to laugh when she made a fool of herself, but now she found her face darkening with embarrassment in the face of her colleague.

‘Is that all?’ Harrison bent down and retrieved the brush Beth had abandoned in her hurry to move away from the snake. ‘You’re sure?’

‘I’m sure. Just shock. I don’t like snakes. I haven’t damaged anything, I hope.’

‘No harm done.’ Harrison shot Ryan a look which plainly said “this time”, making Beth wonder if the timing of the breaking of the mosaic had gone unnoticed after all. ‘Here you go, doll.’ He gestured to the creature. ‘He’s just a sand snake. Won’t do you any harm. I’ll move him somewhere safe.’

‘Thank you.’ Beth’s words came out rather weakly as the unfortunate creature was picked up and repositioned against a dune of previously excavated sand, into which it quickly disappeared. Seeing Harrison rehome the creature with no more fuss than if he’d moved a worm from a flower bed to a vegetable patch made Beth even more cross with herself for being so feeble in front of a man she’d so badly wanted to impress. She found herself babbling in explanation, ‘Insects I have no problem with. Spiders are cool. But snakes … I can’t stand them.’

This time Harrison did laugh openly, wiping one of his calloused palms across his forehead, smearing dirt into his spiky hair and knocking back his faded Stetson in the process. ‘You’re a regular Indiana Jones, doll!’

Keen to keep the general atmosphere light, Beth added, ‘Well. As long as I don’t get chased by any oversized boulders or attacked by a tribe of pygmies with blowpipes then I guess I can live with the comparison!’

Taking a hefty swig from her water bottle, she smiled, relieved that her ability to laugh at herself was finally reasserting itself after days of being diminished by the heat.

Harrison grinned as he strolled to his side of the dig. ‘Gotta love that dry English sense of humour, doll.’

Beth called after him, ‘Thanks for the snake removal, Harry.’

He kept walking as he corrected her. ‘Harrison. It’s Harrison, I told you. I don’t like being called Harry.’

She shouted at his retreating back, ‘And I don’t like being referred to as a doll. It makes me sound like a character in an American B-movie! Message received?’

Still laughing, Harrison didn’t look round, but held up a hand as if in defeat. ‘Gotcha, doll! Message received.’

Stepping back into her square, Beth looked at her watch. It wasn’t even ten o’clock in the morning, and the heat was already making it feel as if someone was systematically pouring paint stripper across her shoulders. She could hear her students chatting happily as they worked. All except for Ryan, who was unusually quiet.

Beth sighed as she recalled Harrison’s glare towards Ryan, and realised it wasn’t just her rationale she’d left in the colder climate of home, but her common sense as well. It was time to come clean about how Ryan had messed up the mosaic and, more importantly, why she hadn’t reported the incident straight away.

Her decision made, Beth’s hands returned to working the ground, while her imagination speculated how it might have felt if Harrison had been the one she’d accidently sat on. Would I have wanted to get up quite so quickly? Her pussy twitched as if in confirmation, as her green eyes studied the Roman drain …

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Happy reading!!

Kay xx

Guest Post from Victoria Blisse- Rob and Lou’s Wild Weekends

I’m delighted to have fellow Brit Babe, and wonderful friend, Victoria Blisse with me today. Get a cuppa, sit yourselves down comfortably, and enjoy…

Introduction to Rob and Lou.

Robert Nimble is thirty-five years old, he’s tech support for a large Internet host, and loves to play computer games to relax. He’s married to Louise Nimble, who’s a child minder, and a year younger than her husband. She bakes to unwind. Taking the old adage that stressed is desserts spelt backwards to heart.

Robert and Louise are more often known by the shortenings of their names—Rob and Lou. They’ve been married for ten years and have two children: Connor, who is six, and Elizabeth, who’s four.  They live in a terraced house in a suburban outskirt of Manchester. As a family, they enjoy their yearly week-long holiday to Scarborough, and visits to the cinema to watch films that the kids and adults giggle at in equal measure.  In the school holidays, they’ll often be found in museums and parks, enjoying the culture and the beauty of Britain.

They’re a smiley family, although Rob can get grumpy when his tech genius isn’t taken seriously enough, and Lou may have the patience of a saint with children, but more than two hours with her in-laws has her pulling out her hair. The children are mostly well-behaved, with an inclination to the curious, and the mischief that goes hand in hand with that. If they do run into the back of your legs, or scare you with their latest pet insect, they will apologise politely and you’re likely to instantly forgive them.

This book is not about the day-to-day life of this family, but those weekends and rare occasions that Lou and Rob get some time to themselves to indulge their sensual natures. Rob enjoys seeing his darling wife in very little clothing, and likes to indulge in intricate and imaginative role plays. Lou enjoys a bit of spanking, some domination, and bondage. She wouldn’t say she was into BDSM, per se; she just likes to dip a toe in the shallow end of that particularly pervy pond.  They both like to flirt with erotic danger, playing about in public places in hopes of possibly being caught.

Rob and Lou’s Wild Weekends are just that, so hold on and enjoy the ride.

Here’s the Blurb!!-

Hold on tight, it’s going to get wild! Rob and Lou could pass you in the streets and you’d likely not notice them. They’re in their thirties, have a family and jobs to hold down and they do it with smiles on their faces. But occasionally they get a little time off and that’s when things get seriously sexy.

Light-hearted and fun, this mini-anthology features episodes from this couple’s wild weekends. Making the most of the mud, finding the erotic nature of an apron and even having a sexy visit to a fish and chip shop. Rob and Lou make the mundane much more pleasurable so join them on their kinky ride.

The Brit Babes have awarded this set of tales a Hot and Saucy Rating!!

Here are 3 wonderful excerpts to whet the appetite!!

Mild Excerpt:

A Massage and More.

“I think I might be a masochist.” I sighed and headed into the kitchen to get myself a cold drink. I love Zumba. One night a week, I don the only pair of sporty three-quarter length trousers I own and a baggy T-shirt and I spend a pleasant hour sweating, singing, and dancing with other crazy women. It really is fun. It’s my treat, and every week I look forward to it. And I love learning new routines but blimey, do they catch up with me the next day.

“Darling.” Rob walked up behind me and rested his hands on my hips. “Want me to give you a massage?”

“Oh, that’d be lovely. But the kids are in.”

“And? They’re in bed and fast asleep by now. I’m only offering you a massage.”

“Pfft.” I don’t complain about it, but Rob always gets distracted when he massages me. It’s a good kind of distraction, but the kids were in the house and I was worried they’d wake up.

“Oh, come on, sweetie. I’m just trying to be nice.”  His hands ran up my back and he gripped my shoulders.  I was about to come up with a convincing excuse when he dug his thumbs into the muscles either side of my spine and rubbed his fingers forward. It was absolute heaven to my poor aching bits, and he took my moan of relief as a ‘yes’ and took my hand to lead me up the stairs. I didn’t resist because, well, I didn’t want to. Sometimes you’ve just got to lay back and hope to God the kids don’t wake up.

“While you get naked and comfortable, I’ll go and get the massage oil,” Rob said at the bedroom door. I nodded. There was no noise from either of the kids’ rooms so I headed into mine, stripping my T-shirt off on the way and wincing. I eased out of my shorts and knickers, pulled off my bra, before leaping onto the cool sheets on the bed. It was a warm summer’s evening and the sun still poured in through the window.  I probably should have shut the curtains, but I was comfortable and didn’t want to move. If the folks across the road wanted to watch, they were free to. I suspected they’d need binoculars, though.

“Now, there’s a sight to behold,” Rob growled. He closed the door behind him with a gentle ‘click’.  I turned to look at him—he was already half-way out of his top.

“Hey, Mr Masseur, you don’t need to get naked to rub me.”

“I do if I don’t want to get lotion all over my clothes. You’d only moan at me if I did.” He poked out his tongue.

“Fair enough.” I shrugged and watched him shed the rest of his clothes. I love the sight of my naked husband. It always creates naughty thoughts in my mind, and that night I was hoping that he’d hurry with the massage so he could get on and fuck me.  Yes, I am easily swayed, especially because Zumba makes me horny. I love moving my body to the rhythm of the beat, the slinky salsa moves make me think of sex and Rob. Sadly, though, we’d both been too tired the night before to act on it. I hoped the extra waiting time would make the experience all the better.

Rob moved our special book behind the door. I kept a large, hardback novel beside the bed just for this kind of occasion. It might not keep the kids out completely but it would hold them back long enough for both of us to leap under the covers, if needs be. When you have children, you have to be inventive.

Medium Spiced Excerpt:

Mud is Good and Wetter is Better.

“I told you this was a fucking bad idea,” I yelled. “How the hell did I let you convince me to go camping on a bank holiday?”

“If I remember rightly, you were the one who suggested borrowing my brother’s tent.”  Rob pulled the door flaps closed and shook the water off his anorak.

“I was just being polite,” I grumbled. “I didn’t think he’d actually lend it to us.”

“And they’ve taken the kids for the long weekend. We really shouldn’t grumble.”

“But it’s cold and it’s wet and it’s miserable and I want to go home.”

“Well, Lou, we could do that but—”

“But what?” I threw my hands in the air. “Don’t tell me you’re actually enjoying this.”

“Well, no, that’s not it. It’s just that, erm, well. Just look out the tent flap and check out the car.”

I muttered and mumbled, shot evils at my darling husband, and crawled past him to look out into the storm. He passed me a torch so I could see into the murk. It wasn’t really late, but the storm had brought darkness early, and even though it was the middle of August, it felt like a dark, oppressive winter night.  I’d told Rob it would be a bad idea. It would rain, I’d be cold, but he didn’t listen. He wanted to go on a grand adventure. Something deep inside him ached to sleep under the stars, separated from nature by a bit of whippy canvas. Being the good and loving wife I am, I gave in. Also, Rob’s brother and his girlfriend had happily acquiesced to have our kids for the weekend, so I was looking forward to some adult alone time, even if it did mean I had to wear my thermals in the middle of summer.

When I spied our well-loved family car standing where we parked it, surrounded by a quagmire of mud, I really did wish I’d persuaded Rob to stay at home and just pretend we went camping. We’d not be stuck in the wild in the middle of a thunderstorm then.  We’d be rolling around in bed, eating snacks we don’t let the children eat, and fucking with abandon.

“Fuck.” I cursed. “I told you we should have parked it in the car park.”

“You did no such thing,” Rob exclaimed. “You dragged me in here and fucked my brains out.”

He was quite right, I had. Well, he looked all sexy with his sweat-beaded brow. I’d enjoyed watching him pitch the tent. It involved a lot of bending over, and my husband has a bloody gorgeous arse. I spent my time pretending to help, but really I was ogling his body and thinking wicked thoughts about having my way with him. So, instead of telling him we needed to park on the tarmac at the car park, I kissed him and pulled him into the tent. I didn’t strip him, I just opened his trousers. I had to struggle out of my own jeans so I could only watch him stroke his cock for a frustratingly long time, but as soon as I could I climbed on top of him. I pushed him down and straddled his waist. The scent of the crushed grass, mixed with his musk was so primal that it added excitement to what we were doing. I pushed down until I felt him stretch me. It was a heady mix and made me feel connected to nature in some kind of primitive way.

Hot Excerpt:

Rob and Lou’s Domestic Discipline.

It was only a small parcel in a typical brown padded envelope. It wasn’t expected, which is why I spent so long looking it over. The return address didn’t ring a bell, and I really couldn’t imagine what it could be so, finally, I opened it. I grinned to myself as I did. My husband Rob would have laughed at me, spending so long looking at the wrapping and wondering. He doesn’t get why I like to eke out the anticipation in moments like this.

Inside was a square of white with a lacy frill all around it. When I opened it up, I found ties –it was a pinny. Inside the parcel was a sealed envelope. I opened it to find a card covered in small red love hearts.

Wear this tonight and only this xxx

PS Kids are going to my mum’s for tea tonight, so don’t worry.

I recognised my husband’s handwriting immediately and chuckled when I remembered a conversation we’d held in a restaurant once about pinnies and their attractiveness. Well, Rob had been staring at this red-headed waitress (he loves auburn hair) with cute curves and pouty lips, and I had to pull him up on it.

“No, Lou, No.” He shook his head. “I am helplessly addicted to pinnies. I can’t help it.”

“Pinnies?” I lifted one brow and pinched his thigh under the table. “You’re turned on by tiny little aprons?”

“Yes.” He nodded solemnly.  “It’s a terrible affliction.”

“What’s your favourite kind?”

“White ones with lacy bits,” he replied, licking his lips salaciously.

That night, I whispered dirty sweet nothings in his ear while we fucked in the comfort of our hotel room bed. I told a story where I was a simple girl, waiting on tables in a quaint old tea shop, wearing a little lacy pinny. I giggled. He chuckled, but as my tale got hotter, the noises we made became strangled and lust-filled.

“You watch me until the end of my shift,” I whispered, hunched over him, my soft thighs stretched around his waist as his hard erection filled me. I moved gently up and down and continued the tale. “Then follow me outside into the alley. Before I can cry out, you clamp your hand over my mouth and push me roughly against the wall. I struggle helplessly but you hold me down and whisper about knowing I want it. How I’d teased you and how I would get what I’d been asking for.”

I still remember how he gripped my hips tightly when I rode him. I continued my story through groans of pleasure.

“You spin me around, press me into the harsh brick of the wall, and pull up my skirt. Grabbing hold of my prim pinny, you fuck me. I’m soaking wet, so you slide right in. You fuck me there in an alley, the girl you just met, the girl you hardly know.”

My words turned into unintelligible mumblings at the point where ecstasy took over. And ever since our holiday, with the visit to that restaurant and the evening’s tale of indecency in an apron, we’ve found a mutual fondness for the uniform of waiting staff and hotel workers alike. So, if Rob wanted me naked in nothing but a pinny for Valentine’s, that’s what he could have.

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Phew!!! Steamy stuff!!

Thanks for sharing your latest tale with us today Victoria!

Don’t forget to check out Victoria’s Brit Blog page!

Happy Reading!!

Kay x

 

Best Brit Babe Bits…So Far…

It can’t have escaped your notice that a force to be reckoned with has hit the world of erotica- The Brit Babes!!

I am incredibly proud to be part of this elite team of authors, bringing you a selection of very different types and styles of sexy writing. Okay- so I went a bit A-Team there- but you see what I’m saying!!

In case you haven’t met us yet, my fellow Brit Babes are, Lexie Bay, Lily Harlem, Natalie Dae, Kd Grace, Lucy Felthouse, Tabitha Rayne and Victoria Blisse.

Although we have only been up and running as a group for approximately six weeks, we have already had a massive response in kind comments from followers of the Brit Babes site. So, with the permission of a few of those fans, I am going to share (in no particular order, and in their own words), some of their favourite stories/extracts/ideas with you right now…

First up, comes a shout out for Lily Harlem’s The Glass Knot –

I like Chapter 11 a lot!: When Laura comes back from getting groceries all soaking wet due to the rain. She comes in and she slams her back against the door and Nick just stares at her like its the first time he has ever noticed her. He had to have her right then and there…

(Thanks to DH)

And then, for Lily’s novella, Enchanted Submission…

Who knew that Far Far away had dirty princesses in their mists? Loved it all. I have watched so many Disney movies and they are all sweet but I am chuffed that someone bought out their naughty side..

(Thanks to DH)

Moving from Lily’s work, we have a shout out for her writing partner, Natalie Dae. In this instance she is writing under the name Geraldine O’Hara- In praise of The Pearl Necklace

I adored the simplicity of this story and found myself really warming to Sasha. Her frankness was hilarious and I was very appreciative of her honesty …..no matter how blunt! Short, sweet and funny. Her secret thoughts about her minder are fab!

(Thanks Sassy)

 

It seems fitting to come to the co-written Hard next- by both Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae

Loved how simple the idea behind this was ….one man and one woman straight talking about pushing their sexual boundaries – probably runs true in many households!

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Next we come to Moon Shy, crafted by the writing machine that is Victoria Blisse!!

I love the use of the desk during lunch break when Jenny decides to give Lowell a blow Job. Also when Lowell was in wolf form and he protected

Jenny from Dessie when he didn’t really know who she was but he remembered her smell. Very sweet! (Thanks to DH)

 

And staying with Victoria’s work, let’s have some Temporay Insanity!

The ‘sex bet’ was such a fantastic idea and the risque situations the three end up in really got me going …..I was so curious as to how they’d beat their previous attempt, and wasn’t disappointed either. Great little twist at the end re the true identity of Carolines’ ‘play things’

(Thanks Sassy)

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I’m flattered to have had a couple of mentions for my own work in this ‘Fav Bit’s’ collection-

The Perfect Submissive: When Jess finally realizes she is being punished for pleasuring herself when Mrs. Peters told her not to.

Well I really liked a lot in this one and I would be here typing all day! lol

(Thanks again to DH)

There was an almost stately presence about her [Laura Peters], an elegance that screamed control and suggested an innate unquenchable sexuality. In other words, Sam thought as he studied her, this woman is dangerous…His [Sam] mouth dropped open as Laura went on, ‘I on the other hand, love my work, and I can promise you that I am everything I seem and more…’

(Thanks to PT)

Next came a shout out for my kinky courier!

Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures of a Delivery Man

The whole book was great! The anticipation of what was going to happen every week had me on the edge of my seat. What really sticks out in my head is when John told Jenny to go the department store ladies room. While there she was to wank herself off and take pictures while doing it. Instead she videoed it and sent it John. With my luck I would get caught and thrown in jail! Hehe

(Thanks to DH)

Then- we have a mini cheer for The Collector

The entire Sweets story- it was incredible- buy me liquorice now!!

(Thanks to DL)

And my final book to grab a mention in this favourite bit list is The Voyeur

The opening club scene of The Voyeur… you have many feelings tested from feeling abashed at what you’re reading; yes even me but in a good way; to arousal; questioning if you should be aroused; pushes and positively questions your boundaries. With these little fleeting moments would I, could I….

(Thanks to CUB)

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Next we have a wonderful hoorah for Grace Marshall (aka Kd Grace) and An Executive Decision:

Loved the whole thing! Who wouldn’t want to work for a gorgeous boss and have an ESC (Executive Sex Clause).  I knew Ellis was in trouble when he got jealous because of a hug between Dee and Jason. He was head over heels in love after their first sexual encounter!

(Thanks to DH)

And now we take a trip to Kd Grace’s The Pet Shop for a huge cheer!!

The food sex scene of K.D.’s in the first part of The Pet Shop is just one of the best food sex scenes ever committed to paper or screen. Just luscious!

(Thanks to CUB)

Instead of the blatant sexuality sex [Stella] expected, he [Tino] simply laid his head on her shoulder, his warm breath raising the fine hair along the back of her neck. His heart hammered a heavy drumbeat that matched her own, her nipples seemed to be pressing ever forward to get nearer to it.

He [Tino] swallowed up her [Stella] words in an open-mouth kiss, taking her breath away, taking her ability to think with the hear of it, the expressive depth of it. He bit her lip as he pulled back, still holding her gaze.  ’Tino’s not here,’ he repeated. His voice held the tiniest edge of warning.

(Thanks to PT)

WOW!!  The contrast in characters between Tino and Vincent is fantastic …..they’re both so completely different and both managed to get my heart racing. Loved the Pet Manual, so many helpful hints and gave the reader a greater understanding of everything. I was hooked from the opening line as the story’s straight in there and I was captivated until the very end.  Love it when Tino ‘presents his arse for punishment’

(Thanks to Sassy)

Still waving the flag for Kd Grace- were off for a walk in her Kinky Boots

She [Jill] yelped and jerked in the chair, and the vertebrae in her neck popped. ‘Did you feel that?’ She was a hair’s breath away from tumbling into orgasm, and the man [Finn] had done nothing more than lace her boots. His pupils dilated, his breathing fast. For a second neither of them moved. Time itself didn’t even move, like everything was holding its breath, like everything was waiting, barely able to contain the anticipation, the excitement.

(Thanks to PT)

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The next book to have a snippet picked this time round, is Tabitha Rayne’s  A Clockwork Butterfly.

Loved this from start to finish, especially the first meeting between Angelo and Lena. I love the shyness and the fact they weren’t too sure what to expect from each other from sounds to looks. I also love the descriptive text Tabitha uses as this makes all the lovemaking so moving and sensual. My fave chapter was the last one, as Tabitha did a great job of leaving me ‘needing’ to know what happens next! Totally addictive!

(Thanks Sassy)

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We’ve had a thumbs up for The Perfect Submissive- now comes Lucy Felthouse’s The Perfect Dom.

I just loved Balancing the Books- hot hot hot!!

(Thanks to DL)

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And last, but not in any way least, comes  Lexie Bay’s Inside Looking Out.

Not only was this story sexy- but it had me in stiches. So real- so funny!!

(Thanks to DL)

I would like to thank DH, PT, DL, CUB, and Sassy for allowing me to use their quotes, thoughts, and shout outs in my blog today!

I’ll be back with more Brit Babes Best Bits in a couple of months. Why not log onto our site, and see if our work tickles your fancy. If you let us know what you think, then next time I might be featuring your ‘Best Bit’!!

Happy Reading!

Kay xx

 

 

 

 

Gracefully Aroused: The Best of K D Grace

From a love spell that doesn’t quite go to plan to a farmhand who needs a little discipline; from a woman who is addicted to the confessional to a personal trainer with a very unorthodox method of guaranteeing his clients they’ll look fab come bikini season, K D Grace will tell you a naughty story with a twist. Before there was Ms Holly and the Pet Shop, before there were sexy ghosts, before Grace Marshall upped the romance ante, K D Grace was into quickies, and here’s a selection of her naughtiest.

Hired Hand

Pretty city boy, Tim Harris, is the last man Suzie Sheridan would have hired to help her on the farm had he not been the only one who applied for the job. But with strict discipline generously applied in all the right places, even Suzie is amazed at just how good a hired hand Tim turns out to be …

Personal Trainer

Penny Davis can’t afford to hire a personal trainer to get her fit for bikini season until ex-military hard man, Hawk Sturgis, offers her an unorthodox fitness regimen and an even more unorthodox payment plan, guaranteed to have her heating up the beach in her new bikini just in time for the summer hols.

Accidental Hitchhiker

On a road trip across America, Liz Martin’s car breaks down in the middle of nowhere South Dakota, and the ride a Good Samaritan lorry driver offers her is not exactly the one she expected.

Productivity

Under the careful supervision of his unorthodox management consultant, a stressed company CEO learns a hands-on technique guaranteed to up productivity.

Flaws

Love spells are the most dangerous kind of magic. Mick Denver learns the hard way when he enlists Sally Haddon, a witch who specialises in sex magic, to help him win the affections of his new co-worker, the exquisite and dangerous Darlene.

Hard Times at the Nymphomaniac Rehabilitation Facility

Sadie’s sexual appetite is out of control, and a spell at the Nymphomaniac Rehabilitation Facility is intended to put it right. It isn’t long before fellow inmate Carol is showing her how to bend the facility’s strict rules, earning them both punishments that are more than worth the crime.

Confessions

Confession is good for the soul, but Hail Marys and Our Fathers aren’t nearly enough to gain absolution when Jilly confesses to an unsuspecting priest that confession makes her come.

Excavations

While volunteering on an archaeological dig, Gina and Mike discover new and exciting ways to help their workaholic professor relieve stress – and he introduces them to one or two methods of his own, which are far from academic.

Seeing Red

We all give off body heat, but only Jenny can see the red glow it gives off, darker and more intense the more turned on we become. When she’s compelled to follow a fellow bus passenger whose scarlet desires are too powerful to ignore, she learns the real secret of her unique vision.

Pheromones

An unusually powerful sense of smell gives Chloe the ability to sniff out the scents of people in lust. When she volunteers for a research trial into pheromones, she doesn’t realise the scientist in charge will have the perfect, sexy aroma she’s always craved in a lover.

Available from:

Amazon UK

Amazon US

Xcite Books

Coming soon to all other good eBook retailers.

 

Hired Hand

It irritated Suzie the way Tim Harris worked without a shirt, like he didn’t know how distracting that was. She watched him muck out the barn, grunting slightly with each thrust of the pitch fork, breathing heavily from the effort. If she closed her eyes she could easily imagine him doing something else. To her.

She dragged her gaze away from the hard play of muscles, muscles that, no doubt, came from some cushy air conditioned gym, which is probably where he got his tan.

Working bare-chested might cool him down a bit, but it only made her hotter. She had nearly forgotten the clit-stiffening scent of sweaty maleness, earthy and slightly piquant, a scent that, amid the barnyard animal smells, caused her own animal nature to squirm and stretch and sniff.

He was too damn good looking to be a real hired hand. From Chicago, he said, by way of London – in England! He arrived complete with an accent that never failed to make her tits tight. Rural Missouri was a long way from London. What would a pretty city boy know about farming? He would have been the last man she would have hired had he not been the only one who applied for the job.

‘Let me see your hands,’ she commanded.

He jumped and nearly dropped the pitch fork. ‘I didn’t hear you come in, Suzie.’

She tried to keep her eyes on his and not the muscles of his belly, tensing and relaxing into his low-slung jeans that always seemed to be hiding something just barely contained, something she hadn’t stopped thinking about since he arrived at Sheridan Farm.

He removed his gloves and held his hands out, palms up for her inspection, offering her a warm smile. ‘Blisters are healed. I’m starting to get callouses.’

‘About damn time. I’m not paying you to be an invalid.’ She couldn’t help herself; she gave his palms an open-handed stroke, thinking how good those callouses would feel against more sensitive parts of her body.

As she did so, he dropped a glove. She stooped to pick it up, closer to his groin than she intended, close enough to notice his package was straining his Levis this morning. The tangy, male rutting smell made her mouth water. Suddenly the sweat between her breasts wasn’t the only moisture she was feeling. She fought back the urge to jerk open his fly and bury her face against his bulge, reminding herself she hadn’t earned the respect of the other farmers without discipline and self-control.

After her father’s death, she kept the family farm working against all odds, and she wasn’t going to let some city boy’s bulging jeans slow her down. She stood quickly and handed back his glove.

‘I’m going into town to get the seed corn. You can drive a tractor, right?’

‘I can drive anything you need me to drive,’ he replied.

She assumed that meant he didn’t know a standard transmission from a pogo stick. But when the time came Tim was as good as his word. Ike Melbourne had offered her the use of his tractor for the day, since his son was getting married. While Tim ploughed the field behind the barn she used Ike’s tractor to plant the south 40. It was supposed to rain on Wednesday. With the extra tractor hopefully they’d be done before the weather hit.

She planned to plant into the night, breaking long enough to tend livestock before dark. She hurried about feeding the chickens and the pigs, hearing the steady purr of Tim’s tractor in the field behind the barn. She was checking the water tank in the pig pen when she noticed the silence.

Wiping her hands on her jeans, she walked around the side of the barn. Beyond the stand of oak and elm just on the other side of the fence the tractor stood empty and silent.

*****

K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she, cuz otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast rout across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.

K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel,Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, books one and two of her Executive Decisions Trilogy are now available.

Links:

http://kdgrace.co.uk

http://www.twitter.com/kd_grace

http://www.facebook.com/kdgraceauthor

Not Her Type- Order Your Paperback Copy Now!!

It’s available now!!!

John and Jenny’s adventures have hit the world of the paperback book.

Only a slim volume- after all it is a novella, rather than a full length novel- but I promise that once you open the first page, the action begins- and it simply doesn’t stop- not for a minute (or paragraph!)

So if you’ve enjoyed my kinky courier’s adventures on Kindle, and would like to have a “hold in your hand” copy of the tale, or if you simply have an aversion to reading off a screen- now’s your chance to catch some paperbacked kink!

Perhaps, like me, you like to inhale the special scent of a book, and savour the tactile experience of feeling pages between your fingertips!

Why not see if Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (1001 Nights Press) tickles your fancy!!

Buy Links-

Amazon.com- http://www.amazon.com/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-Delivery/dp/1484881184

Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-Delivery/dp/1484881184

Here are a few of the lovely things some of my readers have said about Not Her Type…

“…This book is for those who like a little excitement and likes to expect the

unexpected…”

“Be still my beating heart. I had to read this all in one sitting. One sexy romp

after another. Yum! If only I could find a man just like John. He’s TOTALLY my type.”

“…if you are after a hot steamy read with a great variety of kinky sex scenes with two very relatable characters, you will love this novella and maybe even get a few tips along the way….”

“This novella definitely has me looking at my UPS and FedEx guys in a different light…”

If you’d like to read more reviews, check out my dedicated Not Her Type page or Goodreads.

Happy reading!!

Kay xx

 

 

Not Her Type- Paperback News!!

Hi lovely readers!!

Excuse the short nature of this most mini of blog posts (I have a good excuse for its brevity- I’m madly trying to finish my next novel), but I just had to let you know…

Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man is coming out in PAPERBACK any day now!!!!!!!!!!!!

As soon as I have an exact release date I’ll let you know.

Absolutely over the moon – I wonder who’ll deliver my books when the time comes….

Kay xx

Unknotting The Knots- Spa Day Blog plus FREE Read

Okay, I admit it- I was scared stiff.

Ever since my wonderful parents gave me my 40th birthday present last summer, I was a bag of nerves.

Why? Because my gift was a spa day- and the thought of being anywhere that even marginally resembles a gym sends me into cold sweats. I won’t bore you with the details as to why I was bricking it at the thought of a gift other’s would jump for joy over- let’s just say I had a very rough time at school on the gym front, which resulted in a phobia that has never shifted.

However, my Mum is just THE BEST- any time spent in her company is fun- and I really did need a break. Which is why I was given the gift in the first place! My 10 hr day writing schedule, plus job, plus family, was beginning to get to me a bit last year, and Mum decided that making me sit still for a few hours was the answer! And who am I to argue with my Mum!!

So, I got there- I will admit to having a minor panic attack on the way- but only a little one! Clutching my notebook and a pen, I told myself that this was just a fact finding research mission, and not a day of being surrounded by perfect people, who’d look down on my second hand jeans and supermarket bought trainers.

Pushing open the posh double doors, and entering the Somerset based hotel and spa, which was to be my place of torture of the next five hours, I was immediately greeted by a very pretty, very smiley, and very friendly receptionist!

Okay- so I was wrong. The people were lovely. There wasn’t a stick thin model, an overdone oiled bicep, or a single sneer in the direction of my rather faded foot wear, in sight!

The place was wonderfully quiet- no one laughed at the fact that I had never had a facial or a massage before and so had no idea what to expect, and no one looked at me weirdly for not wearing make up, or carrying a carrier bag containing my swim kit, rather than a Prada special!!

As I had no idea what actual spa treatment I wanted, I was given an mixture of all three- and oh my word didn’t the story ideas flow!! If you have never been brushed- stop what you are doing, and go a book a session right now!!!

For that was how my hour of treatment began, with the lovely Carly taking what looked for all the world like a cloths brush, and scrubbing my limbs one by one! Then, under expertly positioned towels, listening to calming music, the pace upped, and I was massaged. All my knots, and there were many, were unknotted.

How I didn’t fall asleep I don’ know!! By the time the whole session had seamlessly moved onto a facial, I was more physically relaxed than I have ever been.

Mentally however…that was quite a different matter…

Plotlines seethed and squirmed, burst and thrust, and zipped and popped through my head. My eyes fell upon a wooden spoon used for placing hot stones on willing victims spines- on the stack of towels warming on the heater- on a large wooden fret worked box- on a row of lotion bottles…Oh boy- not one of those things was given its usual function in the confines of my overactive imagination…

So- brace yourselves lovely readers- the kink might well be taking a dip into the spa side…

In the meantime, while I work out what devilish ways I’m going to use that wooden spoon, here’s a story designed to prove that you can have a lot of fun taking exercise without facing the gym!!…

Exercise Plan

“I didn’t notice any change to my appearance at first. I guess my trousers had become a little looser, but I just tugged on a belt and didn’t think anything of it. Then, last week, my friend Tara commented on how much sleeker I was looking these days. She asked if I’d adopted an exercise plan. Tara has always been obsessed with diets and exercise routines. F-Plan, De-tox, Atkins, Tums and Bums toning, Pilates – you name it, she has tried it. Not that Tara needs to of course; she’s a paranoid slim person, dead scared of being any other way.

I, on the other hand, have always veered towards the plump, something not helped by two pregnancies, which took my rounded stomach and made it into a jelly belly. I’ve tried to slim on and off over the years, but it is just so damn hard with kids, work, a monster chocolate craving, and an innate loathing of all things sporty.

It must have been about four months ago when my husband Harry returned, brimming with success, from a business trip to Amsterdam. Keen to celebrate, as soon as the kids were asleep, he whisked me up to our bedroom and, sitting me on the edge of the bed, presented me with a parcel all wrapped up in pretty paper. I could tell by the expression that flickered across his face that this wasn’t just going to be the usual bottle of duty-free perfume.

I peeled back the gift-wrap very carefully and gasped in surprise at what lay inside. Harry had never shown any interest in anything remotely kinky. Sex has always been great, but just basic meat and veg if you get my meaning. Amsterdam must have been a good influence on him.

Wordlessly, I cradled the vibrator between the palms of my hands. About nine inches of, glittery silver, suitably textured, cock substitute started up at me.

Harry’s face flushed with anticipation as he dropped two batteries into my lap, telling me to, ‘Slot‘um in.’

I’d obviously looked shocked, as his forehead had creased with uncertainty, asking me anxiously if I was pleased.  We’d talked about spicing our love life up a bit, and he’d thought the vibrator was a good place to start.

I cut through his worries with a string of reassuring words. In truth I was thrilled, but I didn’t want to seem too thrilled, after all, I didn’t want him to think I was after a replacement cock. After all, male egos are just so easily dented!

Minutes later the rubber dick was vibrating across my palm. I giggled both in delight and mild embarrassment as the tube danced in my hands, but not for long, as Harry jumped on top of me, virtually ripping my clothes from my body, and oh boy! It was fantastic. As Harry forced my present between my legs, rubbing my instantly slippery clit, I was consumed by a thousand little nerve tingling shocks sparking between my legs, then better and better. Harry was wedged firmly between my legs, and he held the vibrating dildo firmly against my clit. It was heaven, a long held private fantasy fulfilled.

I couldn’t sleep that night. My fingers were itching to get hold of my new toy, and my mind seethed with future possibilities about what I’d do with it once I was alone. In secret.

I imagined how I’d sneak off for a few moments stolen pleasure. How I’d indulge myself whilst I was alone in the house each afternoon, bringing myself to the point of ecstasy over and over again. Private playtime seemed so much more appealing than ironing or washing up the cereal encrusted breakfast dishes that usually awaited my attention after work. The following afternoon couldn’t come quick enough.

Sat at my desk the next day, supposedly typing up various legal documents, I continued to allow my imagination to run riot. What would I do first? Would I turn the vibrator onto a low throb and slowly tease my nipples through my blouse, before gradually increasing the speed? As I took off first my top, and then my bra, would I press the juddering tool harder against the tips of my breasts until they were rock hard and I was aching with desire?

Would I strip off straight away, lie back on the bed and roll the silver shaft over my stomach, along my arms and across my pussy, until at last, when I couldn’t wait any longer, I’d flick it to full pelt, and press it firmly over my waiting nub?

Perhaps I’d close my eyes and put its length between my teeth, licking and kissing it, as if it was my husbands’ deliciously thick dick, before pulling it out and wedging it unceremoniously between my hungry legs?

Dragged out of my erotic musings by the blessed arrival of one o’clock, I saved my work (such as it was), and switched off the computer. I virtually ran home. Without wasting time eating lunch, I bolted upstairs and pulled the vibrator from its hiding place at the bottom of my knickers drawer, and laid it reverently on the bed.

Throwing down my bag and shrugging off my jacket, I held my new silver friend between my hands. Gently I kissed its top, picturing how much my husband would have enjoyed such a gesture.

So many possibilities; where should I start? I closed my eyes as I sat on the edge of my bed, allowing my brain to fill with exotic tableaus. Men, women; together, alone, all interacting in a complex variety of lustful abandon. A second later I lay back on the soft duvet, I was one of them. I was with them. My right arm and hand an extension of their wanton activities, as I surrendered myself to my lust driven thoughts.

In answer to an imaginary order, I stood and stripped off my clothes. As my invisible master’s and mistresses required, I crouched onto my lower arms and knees in the very centre of my bed.  I pushed the dildo onto its most gentle setting and began to caress its tip across my swinging tits. Teasing their swelling sides, their global width, I inched it agonizingly slowly to my nipples, as if a foreign torturous hand was conspiring to drive me mad with desire.

Finally, my hand and tool were permitted to move on, playing around my belly button, towards the delicate v of my pussy. Circling (still with the vibrator on its lowest setting), but never touching the growing heat of my neglected clit, I began to shudder. My one supporting arm was tired, but the men and women in my head were in control, and they would not allow me to stop. I called out; begging them to let me run the rubber across my need, but all they consented was for me to turn up the speed.

As the pulse of the vibrator shot up I nearly leapt off the bed as the wonderfully powerful sensations knocked out the connection to my orgy laden dreams and forced me to, at long last, drag the tool across my sticky clit.

Yelling and bucking against the silver wand, I scrambled off the bed and onto my knees. Slipping the pulsating rod between my pussy lips, I pumped my legs and hips up and down, increasing the pace of my thrusts as I slipped a finger over my distended and sensitive nub, coming in waves of mouth-watering ecstasy.

And that’s how I’ve done it, lost all the weight. Those stolen delicious moments every day; half an hour in the bedroom here, ten minutes bent over the bath there. Legs pumping, hips grinding, tits swaying, fingers teasing. Exercise like no other. Exercise that has become an addiction. A secret need. A compulsion.

I have to confess that I am now also the proud owner of a viciously pulsating pocket vibrator. It accompanies me everywhere. Trips to the staff toilet have never been so rewarding. Just think how many calories you can burn off with five minutes of solo fucking against a bolted bathroom door, a deeply wedged instrument of pleasure hammering within your deepest core.

Perhaps I should market the idea. I could call it the X-Plan…”

You can find this story- and many others in my erotic anthology Quick Kink One, available from-

Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Quick-Kink-One-bite-sized-ebook/dp/B008GU4372/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1367596740&sr=8-1&keywords=Quick+Kink+One+kay+jaybee

Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/Quick-Kink-One-bite-sized-ebook/dp/B008GU4372/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1367596989&sr=8-1&keywords=Quick+Kink+one+kay+jaybee

Happy reading everyone

Kay xx

 

Guest Blog from Harper Bliss- The Inspiring Qualities Of Location

I’m doing a happy dance this morning- why? Because I have Harper Bliss on my web site!!! I’ve had the pleasure of meeting the lovely Harper on a couple of occasions, and each time I have been blown away by her overwhelmingly positive attitude to life, erotica, the universe, and everything. So, with that- it’s over to you Harper… 

First of all, thank you, Kay, for having me on your fabulous blog! I always feel so blessed to be invited to a fellow erotica writer’s virtual home. I say virtual, because it’s very unlikely I’ll ever get invited to a fellow author’s actual home. Not because of extreme anti-social behaviour on my part or bad manners or anything like that, but simply because I live in Hong Kong and I’ve yet to meet any peers of mine on this lovely peninsula. And that brings me to the topic I want to discuss in this guest post today: location!

The very first erotic story I wrote (Hired Help) is set in Paris, and the two after that take place in Berlin (Learning Curve) ,and Phuket (The Honeymoon).

Location is very important to my stories and it’s no wonder that I’ve set an entire series in Hong Kong. Despite sexy not being one of the first words I would associate with this concrete jungle I live in, its versatile beauty can’t be denied. Hong Kong is not just a convenient city because almost everything you can think of is available 24/7, but also because every landscape imaginable (except anything to do with snow, for which I’m quite glad) is accessible with a thirty-minute taxi ride.

We have the high rises in the city centre—the image most people have of Hong Kong. The foot bridges, the traffic dominated by red cabs, the crowds spilling out on the pavements no matter what time of day. But we also have beaches, many beaches (gay, tourist, family, secluded…) We have a country side of which the surface largely surpasses that of the city centre with its glass buildings and polluting buses. We have the ocean and we have near-deserted islands, but best of all, we have mountains.

When I first arrived in Hong Kong two and a half years ago I was convinced that the only weekend pass-times were shopping and drinking. When you never venture out of Central, to a large extent, they are the only alternatives to not working in this work-obsessed city. But, around the time when I started writing my Hong Kong-based High Rise series, I discovered hiking and it was love at first, erm, walk. The hikes I have been on have filtered into the High Rise novellas and one hiking scene is even pivotal to two of the characters’ story line.

Here’s a short excerpt…

“Oh my god,” Isabella exclaimed. “I really thought I had seen it all.” Sweat dripped out of her hair and every muscle in her legs burned, but the view below her was staggering. Hong Kong stretched out panoramically in front of her. The tall buildings of the island to the left and the old airport to the right. In between a clear blue sky and green slopes tumbling down.

“See, now this is romantic,” Nat said. “You and me on top of this hill with this view. I’m fairly certain babies have been made here.”

Isabella giggled. A natural endorphin high pushed all negative feelings to the back of her brain. Alex and Maddie hadn’t reached the top yet and it was just the two of them. She inched closer to Nat, willing to forget and eager to touch…

*****

Up until a few months ago I wouldn’t have dreamed of getting up at the crack of dawn on a Sunday to strap on my hiking shoes. Now I look forward to it all week because it wasn’t until I started hiking that I could see the full beauty of Hong Kong. Here are a few pictures to prove my point.

 

Anyway, this guest blog is not meant to be an advert for hiking. I’m not saying that the High Rise series could not have been set anywhere else, but Hong Kong does attract a certain type of person and the characters in the series do reflect that. We have Maddie, a jaded workaholic investment banker, which is as close to the cliché of the Hong Kong expat as you could get (but I couldn’t imagine a story set in Hong Kong without one.) We have local girl Alex, who radically goes against the ingrained ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ culture by being out to her parents. Together, they make quite the pair. (The other two characters, Nat and Isabella, are less archetypal for Hong Kong, but they are by far the most explosive couple I’ve ever written.) So, for me, deciding to create a series set in Hong Kong made all the pieces fall into place. Hong Kong came first, then the high rise building in which the four characters live and only then did Maddie, Alex, Nat and Isabella come to life in my head. And I swear that, sometimes, I spot them making their way through the crowded mobs of Hong Kong Island.

 

About the High Rise series

Four women. One building. A million complications.

High Rise is a series of lesbian erotic romance novellas focusing on four women who live in The Ivy, the ‘sexiest building in Hong Kong’.

There’s Alex, a local gym instructor with a broken heart. Her room mate Nat, a celebrated American writer who moved to Hong Kong for love. Their upstairs neighbour Maddie, a workaholic investment banker. And the penthouse inhabitant, Isabella, a psychiatrist who’s lived in the city for fifteen years.

Romances develop and untangle as these four women get to know each other better.

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About Harper Bliss

Harper Bliss has travelled the world in search of sexual satisfaction. She now resides in a hot Asian country and dedicates her time to writing down the stories that have inspired and aroused her. Harper has had short stories published in anthologies by Xcite Books, House of Erotica and Storm Moon Press. She is the author of the High Rise series and several other novelettes and novellas for Ladylit.

Website: www.harperbliss.com

Twitter: @HarperBliss

Facebook: www.facebook.com/HarperBliss

P.S. Any Hong Kong erotica writers out there? Let’s go for a hike some time!

Thanks again Harper! Location is so important to a plot. It’s always the first element of any story I write, and I love to discover how other writer’s view it. You are so lucky to live in such a beautiful, and inspiring place!

Happy reading everyone,

Kay xxx

Xciting Times!

What a wonderful week!!! Not one, but two, Xcite gigs out in the big wide world!!

On Saturday night, I was at Sh! Women’s Store in Hoxton, with the wonderful Kd Grace (who was also being Grace Marshall!), sharing our latest wares from the Xcite stable- Elemental Fire and Identity Crisis from Kd, and The Perfect Submissive- with an exclusive from my Autumn release, The Retreat, from me!!!

As ever, Sh did us proud- champagne, cupcakes, and wonderful guests!

And to add the cherry to the cupcakes- the incredible Moorita Encantarda- burlesque star extraordinaire- performed a scene from the erotic play Kd Grace has written all about Medusa- all I can say is WOW!!! It was AMAZING!! (I’ll be blogging more about that soon!)

No sooner had Kd and I left London, and we were on our way to one of my favourite places- Cardiff- for the Xcite Kinky World Book Night!

Organised by the amazing team at Xcite, Kd and I were joined by lovely Lucy Felthouse for an evening of readings, from both ourselves, and the audience! These brave first time readers really stole the show during the open mic session! I swear they were all amazing- and not at all scared stiff that if they overran their five minute time slots, I would spank them on the bottom with a paddle!!

After a kinky game of bingo, and a lively question and answer session, for which our fellow Brit Babe, the fabulous Lily Harlem joined us, it was drinks all round, and giggles a plenty!!

A HUGE thank you to Claire, Lauren and Greg of Xcite- what a brilliant evening!!

Kay xxxx

 

Tasty Taster from Brit Babe Lily Harlem- Breath You In

 

My fellow Brit Babe, the wonderful Lily Harlem, has a brand new story out. It’s a sexy romance that you just won’t want to put down…

 

Blurb

Sometimes you don’t realize how special a moment is until it’s a memory.

When he held me in his arms I saw a handsome, vibrant man with desire in his eyes and love in his heart. But Ruben Strong was more than that; he was a way out of my darkness, a glimmer of light peeking through my shroud—he was a piece of what I no longer had.

What he didn’t know, but I did, was that he’d been waiting for me. It had taken me time and courage to go looking for him, but if I hadn’t done what I’d done on my bleakest day, he wouldn’t have been there for me to find.

My tumbling decisions led to a meeting that tipped everything I thought I knew about myself upside down. Lying warm and naked in his bed, my old memories became new ones and our souls talked to each other in a way only we could understand. And our bodies, once we were brave enough to hum a quiet tune, quickly produced a beautifully sexy song that threw open the doors to love and laughter in my life once more.

Reader advisory – Breathe You In is a romance with themes of love, loss and hope and contains several explicit sex scenes.

This amazing tale has a Brit Babe heat rating of…

Excerpt

My new flat felt alive, as if it were a real home. The sweet, grassy breeze ambled from the living room to the kitchen. The pan on the stove was bubbling away, creating steam that clung to the window. The tangy smell of the onions I’d fried filled my nose, and I could hear the TV, only the news, someone talking, but knowing Ruben was in the living room, that it wouldn’t be empty and soulless when I moved from one room to the other, created a feeling of hope in me—one that made me warm and content for the first time in a long time.

I also felt I knew Ruben better for having seen a glimpse into his old life. Understood how much he’d had to change because of his illness. Maybe he was right. Perhaps he would go back to his old job one day. Return to a wild, hedonistic, fast life of racing and globe trotting and leggy women with perfect bodies. I couldn’t show him my old life, or ever go back to it, but it had been nice to see his.

I flicked the pasta off the boil and stood in the kitchen doorway, one hand on the frame, pushing my hair from my face with the other.

Ruben looked up. Stared at me. He pulled in a deep breath and frowned.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes, I…”

I didn’t move. “What?”

“It’s just…”

“Tell me?”

He smiled. “You’ll think I’m being stupid.”

“No I won’t.”

“I had a dream last night, it just came back to me, really vivid.”

“What was it about?” I straightened.

“You.”

“Me?” I couldn’t deny the little thrill that word gave me, to think I’d been in this handsome man’s dream.

“You were stood, just like that, in a doorway, holding the side, fiddling with your hair.”

“Whose doorway?”

He silenced the TV. Put the remote on the tall table by the sofa. “Mine. My bedroom.”

“I see.”

He trailed his gaze down my body. Licked his lips.

“And what was I wearing?” I asked. Part of me was desperate to know, the other part afraid to ask. This was a new way for me to be with anyone other than Matt.

“White,” he said. “You were in white.”

“A dress?”

He smiled, shook his head. “Oh, no, white stockings with lace around your thighs. White teeny, tiny knickers and a corset‐style top, you know that…” He put his cupped hands on his chest and smiled. “That made you look really pretty here.”

“Sounds like a very detailed dream.”

“It was. It was hot.” He nodded, bit on his bottom lip. “You were hot.”

A tremble started in my stomach and moved lower. Ruben thought I was hot. Hot enough to dream in detail about me. That in itself was like being kissed passionately. It turned my attraction for him to top level; it made me feel like the woman I had been once.

I even remembered a white outfit like that. It was something I’d taken on honeymoon to surprise Matt with one night. I could almost see his face again. His eyes instantly heavy with lust, his lips moist where he’d licked them the moment I’d appeared in the doorway.

Ruben was wearing the same look now, and he shifted on the sofa the same way Matt had shifted on the bed.

Taking a deep breath, I walked toward Ruben, wishing I had that outfit on, and straddled his lap. I dug my knees into the cushions and I rested my hands on his shoulders, let my bum settle on his thighs.

“Tell me more?” I said in what I hoped was a suitably sexy voice.

Ruben swallowed, frowned a little and looked into my eyes. “We were alone, there was only us there. It was warm, you smelled of fruit—papaya, melon, all things sweet.”

I smiled. “This is a very specific dream.”

He touched my cheek with the back of his index finger. “I know, and it’s all flooding back to me like it was a real memory.”

“Maybe we should make it real, one day.”

“I’d like that.” He leaned forward and touched his lips to mine. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?” he said with a smile.

“I’m not gorgeous, not really.”

He jerked his head. “Why would you say that?”

“Well, the women you must have had, you know, when you and Dean Cudditch were out together, swanning around glamorous places.”

“That was just fun. Messing about, there was never anyone serious. I was too busy traveling the world, being part of the winning team.”

“But weren’t they…?”

“They weren’t you. Katie. Matt must have told you all the time how beautiful you are. I get the impression from you that he was a great bloke, a wonderful husband who made you feel special and treasured.”

I nodded. “He was, he did, but…” I glanced downward, kept that delicate balance of mine on the straight and narrow. “But now, well, I’m a bit thinner than I was and smiles don’t come so easy.”

“I’ve seen you smile plenty since I met you, and each one has gone into my happy memory bank.”

His words made me smile again.

“See, beautiful,” he said.

“Thank you. It’s nice to hear someone say that.”

“It’s nice to have a sexy woman sitting on my lap.” He kissed me, softly, and stroked his fingers through my hair.

I broke the kiss and touched his hair too. I loved the longish strands and the way they flowed through my fingers like fluid silk.

He slid his hands down the column of my neck and reached for the first button on my work blouse. As he undid it, his smile slipped, and his eyebrows hung heavy in concentration.

My heart tripped. My nipples tightened. The dark look in his eyes was so sexy it went straight to my head, like a shot of alcohol.

He undid the next button, and the next, his jaw seeming to get tenser with each twist of his fingers.

I sat absolutely still, the tops of his thighs pressing into the backs of mine. Watching his face, each blink, each slight twitch of his cheek and the way he dampened his lower lip with the tip of his tongue. It was all making me want to grab him for a kiss but equally kept me frozen, fascinated.

When all the buttons were undone, he looked up at my face. It was a silent question.

I glanced out of the window—nothing but treetops.

I nodded.

Carefully, he slid the blouse off my shoulders, revealing my white lacy bra. It had a small daisy in the center of the cups and one at the base of each strap.

“That’s so much better than my dream,” he whispered, his breath like a caress on my chest. “And you are perfect.”

Words danced on my tongue. Words that wanted to explain that I used to be a cup size bigger and filled out my bra better. That maybe I would again one day. But I held them in, swallowed them down. They had no place in this moment with Ruben. Besides, he looked happy with what he saw.

I reached behind myself, unclipped the hook of my bra, let it fall open, but then held it in place with one arm across my chest.

“Katie, if you want to wait…?”

“No, this is fine. More than fine, I want this.” I let the straps slide off my arms and tossed the bra to the floor. “It feels right with you.”

And it did. I’d worried that I’d feel like an adulterous woman being with another man. But with Ruben, well, it was different. Matt was part of it. Part of Ruben. Part of us.

Ruben collected the slight weight of the undersides of my breasts in his hands. Watching his own movements, he parted his lips and his features softened.

His touch was electric and sent a plethora of forgotten sensations blasting through my chest, spiking my nipples and making my flesh feel heavy and engorged.

I pressed into him, just a little, needing more but not wanting to appear greedy. Fearing if I did that, I’d push myself into a wall and cause the bubble to shatter.

He rubbed his thumbs over my nipples. They were tiny stalks, erect and tight. I stuttered in a breath, the stimulation arousing and wonderful.

He glanced up at me. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Yes, I like you touching me.”

“I like touching you.” The left side of his mouth rose into a languid half grin.

He moved his right hand to the center of my back. Held me firm as he leaned forward and took my left nipple into his mouth.

I gasped and ran my hands into his hair, held him close and arched my spine. Damn, it had been so long since I’d enjoyed this feeling. It was heavenly. Releasing a breath, I watched as the huff of air from my lungs shifted the hair on the top of his head. He moved to the other breast, feeding my nipple into his mouth and tweaking it with his tongue. He massaged and gently squeezed the now damp breast he’d just given attention to.

A type of fever was growing in me. But it was fever of the good kind. Between my legs felt heavy, needy. I had the urge to move just a fraction farther forward in Ruben’s lap and see if the erection I suspected was there was as hard as it had been yesterday.

I stayed still.

Ruben kissed up my sternum, my neck, and found my mouth. He was still fondling my right breast as he kissed me, wetly, hungrily and with a little less control than yesterday.

Running my hand down his chest and over his belly, I found his groin. The folds of denim could do nothing to hide the swell of his hard cock. I itched to hold it, release it. Learn the shape and weight of him the way he’d just done to me. I popped the top button, but as I did so, he grabbed my wrist, pulled back from our kiss.

“Katie,” he said slightly breathlessly.

“What’s wrong?” I stilled.

He looked away.

“We can be ourselves together,” I said gently. “Tell me.”

“I like that.” He gently pinched my chin with his fingers and thumb.

“What?”

“That there is a ‘we’. Us together.”

“Me too.” I grazed my lips over his. “So tell me.”

He nodded and released my wrist. “It’s just, well, I want you to do whatever it is you want to do, but…”
He shut his eyes, as though frustrated with himself.

“But what?”

“But, well, I won’t deny it, I’m a bit anxious, you know, about doing this, with this.” He placed his hand on his chest.

“With your new heart?”

He nodded.

I took hold of the bottom of his t-shirt and peeled it up and over his head, threw it down by my bra. “This heart,” I said, placing a kiss over his scar, “is a good, strong heart that can handle me just fine.”

“I’m sure it will be okay it’s just…”

“You want to take it slow?” I shrugged. “I want to take it slow too. We don’t have to go all the way, not if it’s too soon. We can have some other fun.”

“God, you must think I’m a wimp.” A flash of wounded pride crossed his face.

“There’s nothing wimpy about that package you’ve got in your pants, mister. It’s feeling like a whole lot of hot, hard man to me.”

He laughed. “You always say the right thing, you know that?”

I smiled and pressed my palm over his cock, squeezed through the denim.

His face fell serious. “That feels good. Your hand on me.”

“I can make it feel even better, if you want me to.”

He paused, then nodded. “Yes. That’s what I want.”

I wriggled and slipped between his legs, so mine were folded on the floor and my shoulders were between his thighs. I began to undo the buttons on his jeans.

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Lily Harlem Bio

Lily Harlem is a multi-published, award-winning author of contemporary erotic romance. She lives in the UK with her husband and a bunch of animals, all rescued, and loves to spend her days immersed in imagination.

Her books are a mixture of full-length novels and short stories, some are one offs, some are sequels or part of a series (all can be enjoyed as stand-alone reads). What they each have in common are colorful characters travelling on everyone’s favorite journey — falling in love. If the story isn’t deliciously romantic and down and dirty sexy, it won’t be written, at least not by Lily. So with the bedroom door left well and truly open you are warned to hang on for a steamy, sensual ride – or rides as the case might be!

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Links

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Thanks for sharing your wonderful story Lily!!

Happy Reading Everyone!!

Kay xx