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Victoria Blisse’s newest BDSM novella is available for Pre-order at Totally Bound now. It’s the story of a shy vanilla woman and how she meets the only man she’s ever wanted to submit to. Felicity discovers her kinky side with the help of a Man she only knows as ‘Sir.’

 

Blurb:

Blushing, hesitant Felicity does something incredibly brave and submits to a man she only knows as Sir, but will his demands push her beyond her limits?

Felicity attends the local burlesque fair just to sell her Quietly Cute jewelry. A handsome stranger offers to spank her, and she surprises herself by submitting. Sir makes her choose the implement he will use to take her spanking virginity—and uses it to great effect.

She finds herself becoming the sexy, self-made billionaire’s sub, who is punished with bondage, forced into exhibitionism, hot wax and other delicious tortures. Felicity submits willingly, becoming braver with every interaction. But when Samuel offers her the means to establish her business and pulls her out of the poverty she lives in, she snaps, seeing it as an insult to her pride and possibly even a payment for her sexual services.

Can Samuel convince her otherwise, or will she walk out of his life forever?

General Release Date: 17th November 2015

 

  Excerpt:

“Oh, I think of you all the time, Felicity. When I’m meant to be concentrating on the figures, one…” She felt an explosion of heat just above her belly button a second after he paused, and she gasped and pulled her stomach in.

“Two.” Another drop landed a little higher, between her ribs, and she felt the two hot impact spots melting together into a river of warmth.

“Well, you get the idea.”

She heard the mirth in his voice. He was enjoying watching her squirm. Another drop of wax splashed between her breasts. The impact burned, and she writhed against her bonds. It wasn’t nice, it wasn’t pleasant, but the warmth and the condensing pull of the cooling wax was strangely sensual. She wanted more as much as she wanted it to stop.

“I think of you over breakfast, whenever I see a pretty item of jewelery, when I look out of my office window, when I touch my desk. I see you there, stretched out and eager for your spanking. I think about you when I pick up my briefcase, when I loosen my tie. All the time, Felicity. You’re always on my mind.”

She heard a rasp, sensed movement beside her. Had he put the candle down?

“I get overwhelmed by thoughts of you all the time.”

Another dribble landed at the top of her left breast and the drop turned into a stream that burned a trail down to just before her nipple. She clenched her teeth, expecting the burning to explode on her sensitive nub, but it didn’t. She relaxed.

“Another confession, Felicity. When I think of you, I get turned on.”

 

You can Pre-order Something Brave from Totally Bound now, Early download will be available on the 20th October exclusively at my publisher’s site and general release is the 17th November.

 

Bio:

Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.

Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut events, days and nights dedicated to erotica, fun and prizes. Check out http://ilovesmut.uk  for more details.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook http://facebook.com/victoriablisse , Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse  and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse

To find out more check out http://victoriablisse.co.uk

 

Lucy Felthouse: Girls Will be Girls

Be sure to check out this new release from Lucy Felthouse.  Six of her best loved lesbian shorts in one volume.  Unmissable!

Blurb:

Six sexy Sapphic tales from the pen of popular lesbian erotica author, Lucy Felthouse.

Christmas cheer with colleagues, a driving disaster turned good, hot older women, girls in uniform, gorgeous gardeners and naughty fun in a changing cubicle… this collection contains a variety of erotic tales sure to tickle your fancy.

Available to buy exclusively from Amazon, and to read as part of the Kindle Unlimited programme: http://mybook.to/girlswillbegirls (universal Amazon link)

Add to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26218151-girls-will-be-girls

*****

Excerpt:

She was now mere inches away, but the thickness of the bushes meant she could still only see the boots and now a bit more of the green trousers. Stepping onto the mud, she crouched down beside the feet, carefully pushing the foliage aside so she could see what the hell was going on, and figure out what she was going to do about it.

The view opened up, and Verity, far from seeing a helpless person lying on the soil, was presented with a green-clad arse reversing hurriedly in her direction!

“Hey!” she said, letting go of the branches and shifting back so abruptly she ended up on her own arse on the grass. “Be careful! Are you all right?”

As the body continued emerging, Verity slowly came to realise her mistake. Dirt-covered trousers, a filthy black waterproof coat, gloved hands, and a head topped with a floppy hat were soon visible. Slim white cables trailing from each ear and disappearing into the collar of the coat explained why she hadn’t been heard calling out, or received a response.

This woman hadn’t hurt herself. She was a fucking gardener!

Frozen in her uncomfortable position, Verity wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. Perhaps as revenge for her landing on it so hard. But she had no such luck. Instead, she heard, “What on earth are you doing down there? Are you all right?”

Struck dumb, Verity nodded and took the now glove-free hand that was offered to her, allowing the other woman to pull her up off the grass. “I—I’m fine,” she finally forced out, breaking the brief eye contact and making a show of brushing herself down, though it was probably only her bottom that was dirty. Her cheeks blazed, and she took a step back, hoping to beat a hasty retreat.

“Well, I’m glad. But it still doesn’t explain what you were doing down there.” The ear buds now hung down the woman’s front, and she was apparently poised, awaiting a reply.

Verity shook her head. “I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you.”

Narrowing her eyes, the gardener said, “Try me.”

Christ. Just to add insult to injury, it seemed she was now suspected of some kind of wrongdoing, too! “I—I was over there,” she pointed to where she’d come from, “and I saw your wellies poking out from the bushes. I panicked because I thought someone had fallen and hurt themselves. I came over to try and help. I did call out to you, to see if you were all right. But all I could see was the boots and a little bit of your trousers. I had no idea what was going on. Much less that you were the bloody gardener and remained oblivious to what I was up to because you had headphones in! I crouched down and pushed the bushes aside so I could see you better, and the next thing I know you’re shuffling back towards me. I shifted out of the way and ended up tumbling over on my bum.”

It seemed her story was too amusing to be anything but true, because the gardener grinned widely, then clapped a hand over her mouth momentarily. “I’m so sorry,” she then said, “I didn’t hear you, honestly. But I guess I can see why you thought that. Thank you so much for coming to check on me, but it really wasn’t necessary. All I was doing was fighting with a particularly vicious weed.” She pointed down to an uprooted plant at her feet, then widened her eyes. “Are you all right? You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”

Twisting to try and look at her bottom, Verity brushed again at the seat of her jeans. “Yes, I’m fine, thank you. Just a bit of muck and grass stains, I think. Nothing that won’t come out in the washing machine.”

“Oh, good. I’m glad. I feel bad enough as it is without thinking you’ve hurt yourself or ruined your clothes, too.”

“No, I’m good. And I’m glad you’re okay, too.”

Silence hung between them for a few moments. Then Verity took another step back. “Right, well, I’d better get going, anyway. Nice to meet you.” She turned to go, but the other woman’s voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Hey, wait. No need to rush off. I’m just about to go on my tea break. Want to join me? Perhaps a brew will make up for it?” Her green eyes—apt, for a gardener, Verity thought—sparkled with humour and intelligence, and for the first time, Verity realised that, underneath the grubby gardening gear and large hat was a very attractive woman.

Still, an excuse was on the tip of her tongue—she had come here to be alone, after all—but fate intervened. Or the British weather did, anyway. A handful of fat raindrops fell onto her, followed by a few more. Then, the heavens truly opened.

*****

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

 

Victoria Blisse has Good Manors

Good Manors is the latest offering from the Queen of Smut, Victoria Blisse. Part of the ‘What’s Her Secret Series’ of books from Totally Bound, this is a novel with twists, turns, secrets and steaming hot erotic encounters.

Set in an English country Manor, Victoria’s novel has a uniquely British feel and gives a glimpse behind the scenes of the aristocracy including its seedier side. Told from the point of view of both of the main characters, you see through the eyes of both the secret keeper and the one kept in the dark.

Blurb:

Mallard Hall plays host to games of submission and Dominance for one unique couple, but do the secrets of the past threaten the new bonds being forged?

India Grace, a respected journalist, is assigned to the estate for a behind the scenes look at how it runs. It is the last place in the world she wants to be. Back when she was young and naïve she took a photo of old Lord Mallard, which led to her success and his downfall. She carries the guilt with her to the location and it’s constantly in the back of her mind when she meets the hall’s latest owner, Xander Patrick.

Xander’s father died when he was only thirteen, and he doesn’t hold many good memories of him. He helped his mum build Mallard Hall back up, and since her death struggles to keep it going single-handedly. The last thing he needs is a meddling journalist poking into estate business, especially when the meagre profits are mysteriously disappearing.

The two try to keep their distance but find themselves drawn together in many unexpected ways. A meal leads to an investigation of secret passageways and from that India and Xander explore their attraction, using different rooms of the hall for their kinky games.

In the end India’s secret will have to come out, but will it bring the couple closer together or tear them apart?

Excerpt

I got everything ready for what I hoped would be a date and a successful one at that, then rushed along to the staffroom to wait for India.

She kept me waiting for thirty minutes.

“Sorry I’m late,” she purred on entering the room. “It takes rather a while for me to get pretty.”

“Wow.” I was close to speechless. She was naturally gorgeous and didn’t need anything to enhance that but she wore the most striking dress in a scarlet velvet that hugged her curves and showed off her pale flesh at bosom and thigh. “Just wow.” I shook my head.

What am I doing?

She looked like the cat who’d got the cream. She stood defiantly, like she was challenging me to a duel. I was at once petrified and highly turned on. This woman wasn’t going to roll over and surrender.

Pearls dangled from her ears and surrounded her neck. I was transfixed as she ran a finger across the collar of white beads at her throat,making me think of other white, creamy droplets as she showed off the scarlet of her nails.

“We’re not eating in here tonight.” I smiled. “I thought we’d really push the boat out as it’s your last night here.”

“Lead the way, then.” She almost sounded disinterested but the glint in her eye gave her away.

“I only asked you to wear a pretty dress, India, not one that was prone to give me a heart attack.”

“I like to go beyond a man’s expectations.” She winked.

“Oh, you certainly did that.”

I led her down the corridor, her little heels click, click, clicking all the way to the dining room.

She gasped when we entered and it was my turn to smirk. I’d set up a smaller table by the fireplace and placed candles on a bright white tablecloth then I pulled up two of our most opulent chairs. The upholstery matched her dress. The logs crackled in the grate and set a romantic glow around the room. I’d lit the candelabras along the huge state table but that was the only light, and it flickered and highlighted the polished silver and the beautifully detailed gold floral pattern on the dark red flocked wallpaper.

“Well, they didn’t have electric lights back in the day, so I thought we’d keep things authentic.”I captured her cold fingers and led her over to the table. I pulled back a chair and helped her sit. “Champagne?”

“Yes, please,” she replied.

I walked over to the side table and retrieved a bottle from the ice bucket then deftly popped the cork.

“It’s beautiful in here.” She spoke when the pop of the cork and its impressive echo around the room came to a stop.

“This was the room that needed the most restoration. I’m very proud of it. It’s barely ever used, though, which is a shame, but then when you know how much the flooring cost you do tend to worry about crumbs.”

“Oh, thanks for that. I’m definitely not going to be able to eat anything now.”

“Don’t worry.” I laughed. “We do own a vacuum.”

I carried over the two champagne flutes, passed one to her then offered mine forward.

“A toast.” I looked deep into her eyes. “Good Manors.” I lifted my glass and tipped it toward her.

“Good Manors,” she echoed and touched her flute to mine.

I watched as she took a sip, the bubbles licking her ruby red lips. I didn’t know how long I stared at her but she eventually dropped her gaze and I shook myself out of the stupor.

“Food, that’s what we need next.” I coughed and walked back over to the side table.“I know we’re in a very traditional space but I thought something meze inspired would be good. I don’t want to spend half the night in the kitchen.” I picked up the silver tray and carried it back to her.I popped little bowls on the table, filled with olives and mini mozzarella, roasted peppers and sun blush tomatoes,then followed them with plates of cured meats.

“Wow, this is a spread.” She gasped.

“Well, I wasn’t sure what you liked so I got a bit carried away. There’s another load yet, hold on.”

I took the tray back with me and headed toward the hot box. I was impressed by how warm it had kept the food. I’d borrowed it from the caterer we used for weddings. Well, they’d left it after the last event so I was fairly certain they’d not mind. I’d made many of the dishes for the first time from recipes I’d found online, things like patasbravas and tortilla, and mixed them with my own favorite, paella. I’d never traveled outside the UK but I did enjoy trying foods from exotic locations. It was a way of traveling without leaving the hall.

“Help yourself”—I gestured toward the food then sat down—“there’s plenty to go round.”

“I don’t know where to start.” She laughed. “It all looks so good. Thanks, Xander.”

“You’re welcome, but you’ve not tried anything yet!”

“It smells wonderful, though, and you didn’t poison me last night.” She giggled.

“No, that’s true.” I nodded. “Though I have heard my kisses are deadly.”

“Well, I’m still here.” She fluttered her lashes and looked down at the end of her fork.

I loved the pink suffusion on her cheeks. Making her blush was fun. I wondered how good her butt cheeks would look in the same shade of pink and had to shift in my seat as my cock leapt in the confines of my trousers.

“So you are. Maybe I didn’t kiss you hard enough,” I teased.

“I’m not sure if I’m excited or scared. It seems you want to kill me, Xander.”

“No, my kiss might slay you but there’s a secret potion I know will revive you if that happens.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really.” I nodded. I think the champagne bubbles had gone straight to my head, or maybe my decision to go for it was making me so brazen.

“Well, in that case then I won’t worry anymore.”

“Good.”

 

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of light BDSM and voyeurism.

General Release Date: 15th September 2015

  Buy Links:

Totally Bound

Amazon.com

Amazon.co.uk

All Romance Ebooks

Barnes and Noble

Kobo

Reviews:

“Pure Blisse!” Karen Shenton

“The sex scenes are off-the-charts kind of HAWT…” The TBR Pile

“Full of sexy encounters and a gut wrenching confessionGood Manors is a great page turner.” Alison Grieg

“I loved the writing on this book, it was engaging and sexy, with a hint of intrigue.” Momof3infl

Bio:

Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.

Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut events, days and nights dedicated to erotica, fun and prizes. Check out http://ilovesmut.uk  for more details.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook http://facebook.com/victoriablisse , Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse  and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse

To find out more check out http://victoriablisse.co.uk

 

 

Coming soon from Ylva Publishing: Never-Tied Nora

I’ve been writing erotic short stories since 1999. 16 years? Honestly? It seems like yesterday that I sent my first short story off to the very wonderful Clean Sheets with much trepidation. There’s been nearly 100 of my short stories in print since then, but they’ve all been short. 5000 words give or take. Until now.

I’m delighted that my first longer work will be out at the end of this year from Ylva Publishing. If you read lesbian fiction in any shape or form, you are bound to know them. I certainly knew of them long before I submitted my novella, and I couldn’t have been more pleased when they accepted it.

Never-Tied Nora is a lesbian romance (with lots of spicy bits) set in London. It’s about two Anglo-Irish women, Nora and Geraldine, and their love affair against the background of a long-running feud between their families.

I hope to be able to share the cover with you and more details very soon, but in the meantime, you can read more about Never-Tied Nora over at Ylva’s blog.

New novel from Lucy Felthouse: Eyes Wide Open

Lucy Felthouse is so reliable. I don’t mean that she’ll remember your birthday and pick up a pint of milk for you if you forget (although she’s also so nice that she probably would!). I’m talking about her writing. If you pick up a story of hers you know, without a doubt, that you’ll get a well-written engrossing story,with believable characters. Oh, and it will be steaming hot and sexy. STEAMING hot and VERY sexy. It takes a lot of skill and professionalism to get such a reliably consistent level of great story-telling, and Lucy has that in spades. Buckets.

So when she said that she had a new novel out, an m/m/f menage novel no less, I knew immediately that a) it is something I want to read; b) it is something YOU want to read; and c) it will be a well written, steaming hot, engrossing story. Oh, and Lucy? When you’re down the corner shop, would you mind picking up a pint of low-fat for me and a bag of Twisties?

So here’s the details of Lucy’s new standalone novel, Eyes Wide Shut, out now in the Totally Five Star imprint:

An ordinary girl catapulted into an extraordinary world meets two even more extraordinary men—but what will she do when she discovers their sexy secret?

Fiona Gillespie moved to London shortly after graduating to take advantage of the opportunities the capital could offer. However, months later, she’s still living in a horrid flat and working in a grimy East End pub. The problem is, she doesn’t really know what she wants to do, career-wise. So when she happens upon an advertisement for a job at a plush Mayfair hotel, she jumps at the chance. A great deal of determination and a spot of luck land Fiona her dream role.

But working at the Totally Five Star London is just the beginning. She adores the role and flourishes, impressing her bosses and making her increasingly determined to climb the career ladder.

While her career is flying, though, her love life is non-existent. She hasn’t even thought about men, never mind met or dated one for months, so when she bumps into two gorgeous businessmen in the hotel, she’s surprised to find her head has been well and truly turned. Even more surprisingly, they flirt with her—both of them! She’s drawn to James and Logan, despite feeling that they’re way out of her league.

When a misunderstanding leads Fiona to James and Logan’s sumptuous top-floor suite, she has no idea what she’s about to uncover. Scenes of people-trafficking, drug-pushing and wild sex parties all appear in her active imagination. Yet what she actually sees is something she’d never even considered before, something that piques her interest.

After discovering their sexy secret, what will she do with this new-found knowledge?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal play, spanking, sex toys and bondage.

Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/eyes-wide-open-totally-five-star-london/

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Excerpt:

Continuing to surreptitiously peer at the men over the rim of her glass, it hit her that this was the first time in months that she’d looked at a man with interest, much less two men—and at the same time! But, ready to snatch her gaze away if one of them happened to glance at her, she realized that it wasn’t surprising that the pair had attracted her attention.

The tailored business suits would draw the eye even on an ugly guy. But on these two, the fine clothing was practically an orgasm for the gaze. They sat opposite each other, and their angle to her meant that she had a view of both their profiles—lucky her.

The one to her right had very dark, almost black hair, with a bit of a curl to it, a long straight nose, a trimmed goatee and, if she wasn’t mistaken, deep blue eyes. It was hard to tell for sure from this distance and perspective.

The one on her left had lighter, shorter hair, stubble that by some magical feat still looked smart, and the most sinful lips she’d ever set eyes on. And speaking of eyes, she thought perhaps his were green. What she wouldn’t give to go and check both of them out close up, preferably naked.

Shocked at her own sudden lustful thoughts, she inhaled more than drank another sip of the juice. Unfortunately, it hit her throat all wrong and she almost slammed the glass down as she started to cough. She tried so hard to suppress the cough, eager not to draw attention to herself, that she made it worse. Snatching up the thick linen serviette from the table, she held it to her mouth as she spluttered in a most embarrassing manner, and tears began to roll down her cheeks. By now, she was sure that the whole damn restaurant was staring at her, and she wished the tablecloths reached the floor, like the ones in the restaurant upstairs, so she could hide under the table until she regained her composure.

Swallowing repeatedly to try to soothe her irritated throat, she gasped as a gentle hand laid on her shoulder, which set her off all over again.

“Oh God,” came a voice. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you jump. I just wanted to make sure you were all right. See if I could help.”

Unable to speak, Fiona waved a hand to try to signal that she’d be okay, but unless the guy was a mind reader, he’d have no luck figuring that out. Blinking through the tears that marred her vision, her urge to hide underneath the table grew stronger. Christ, it was only the hottie with the blue eyes. And, if she wasn’t mistaken, his sexy friend with the green eyes was also hovering close by, concern etched into his handsome features.

Managing to drag in a breath, she huffed out, “Thank you.”

Just then, Jeremy arrived with a carafe of water, complete with ice, and poured her a glassful. “Here you go, Fiona. Drink this. Are you all right? Anything else I can get you?”

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Release Day – First: Sensual Lesbian Stories of New Beginnings

Do you remember your first time?

What did you think of just then? I’m willing to be a fair number of you thought of your first sexual experience. This is an erotica blog after all.

Today, I’m talking about my new anthology release, First: Sensual Lesbian Stories of New Beginnings published by Ladylit. You’re probably still thinking about first sexual experiences, aren’t you? However, this anthology is a collection of stories about lesbians, about first experiences, and about sex. All three of those things feature in every story, but that’s where the similarities end.

First: Sensual Lesbian Stories of New Beginnings takes a wider sweep over the canvas of first times. A woman sees her lover for the first time after years of blindness. For the first time in her life, a top trusts her girlfriend enough to let her take control. A connection forged in a bar in New Mexico encourages a breast cancer survivor to take a lover. Stories of new love and first lesbian encounters intermingle with other emotional and physical firsts, and the excitement of new experiences: an around the world flight, the thrill of a carnival, and even the first time to see the sea.

To celebrate the release of First: Sensual Lesbian Stories of New Beginnings some of the contributors talk about first times of their own.

Annabeth Leong, whose story about a woman’s first competitive boxing match kicks off the anthology reminisces about what attracted her to boxing:

I remember the first time I heard about women’s boxing was in a big article in Vogue about Marlen Esparza. They had absolutely gorgeous pictures of her training, wearing awesome red boxing shoes, and also modeling stylish clothes. I had a huge crush and wanted to be as much like her as possible. I always think about her workout regimen when I practice boxing myself—though of course I don’t come anywhere close to what she does!

In case anyone is curious, here’s a link to the article (with an amazing picture right up top).

An excerpt from Annabeth’s story Roses and Thorns

Ruth sighed, tucked in the ends of her wraps, and turned to Arlene. Her tough, tattooed girlfriend had first caught her eye with a butch swagger to die for, but now she fretted and paced. She tripped over the half-spilled contents of another girl’s backpack. The familiar smells of sweat and rubber training mats focused Ruth, but Arlene didn’t seem to notice them.

“I’m going to be fine,” Ruth told her, but she didn’t even pause. Ruth stepped closer, bumping her hip with a wrapped hand. “I’m going to be fine,” she repeated.

“That other girl is going to hit you,” Arlene said.

Ruth laughed. “And you can cheer when I hit her back.”

Andi Marquette has contributed a compelling story The Sum of Our Parts about a woman dealing with the aftermath of a mastectomy. Here, Andi shares her own story:

The first hour after surgery is always a bitch, and I remember thinking exactly that as I gingerly got out of my hospital bed and walked slowly to the bathroom dragging that damn wheeled IV rack with me. I kept my left arm close against my body because it was also my first official hour awake without my left breast, and things on that side of my body were uncomfortable and sore. It was February, 2012 and I remember thinking on that trip to the bathroom how much I hate hospitals and why the hell is my pee blue before I remembered that I had gotten an injection of dye the morning of the surgery to light up my lymph nodes. The surgeon took a few of those, too, for checking. All clear. Thank whatever deities for that. No chemo or radiation required. Thank you, again, deities.

I didn’t look at my chest until I got home the next day. I didn’t want to, but you have to in order to deal with the drain and its tubing, which you have for 2-3 weeks, sometimes longer after surgery. That first time I looked at my chest post-surgery, I remember carefully unbuttoning my shirt—I wore really baggy flannel shirts that buttoned in the front while I had my drain tube—and exposing the puffy slash across my pectoral. It looked weird, I decided. The surgeon had done a great job with the incision, but my body was no longer how it had been for the first 45 years of my life. That was hard. I avoided looking at my chest as much as possible for months, only doing it in the weeks after surgery to deal with the drain. I didn’t even look at it much when I got my first prosthesis and mastectomy bra a few months after surgery.

Basically, it took a good eight months for me to really look at my body in the mirror and not freak out about the blank expanse of skin on my chest. It took another six months before I settled in with the reality of life without a breast, but it was about two years after surgery before the prosthesis and mastectomy bras became part of my daily routine, and just something I do in the mornings and evenings.

The Sum of Our Parts is the first story I’ve written featuring a character—Kim Perez—who is dealing with what I did. Kim is thus a watermark for me, because I’m comfortable enough now with the new geography of my body to write part of my experience, something I couldn’t do prior to this. And though I don’t yet have a tattoo to map my geography, Kim does, and there’s a scene in the story that I hope captures a bit of the experience for some of us every time we look in a mirror after losing a breast. Here’s part of it:

Kim studied herself in the mirror. She was finally used to seeing her chest with one breast, twenty-two months and twenty days after the fact. Seven months ago she’d decided on a tattoo to mark where her breast had been, and she liked how that tatt looked, the vibrant greens, yellows, blues, and reds of Quetzalcoatl, the Aztec god who sometimes took the appearance of a feathered serpent. He did on her skin, a dragon without legs whose body was a muscular, serpentine splash of life over her scar, and his tail curled up to her shoulder, while his feathered fierce head rested on her sternum, almost touching her remaining breast, across a background of glyphs from one of the god’s temples.

The tattoo artist had taken several sessions to do it, given its size and color. All Kim had felt during each of them was the pressure from the tattoo gun because the mastectomy had taken nerve sensation along with breast tissue, and she was mostly numb from her armpit to an inch below her scar. The surgeon had said that would happen. She might get sensation back. She might not.

Kim pressed on her skin, and traced the lines of Quetzalcoatl’s tail down to her scar, barely visible, until she found the spot where the numbness ended below it. She ran her fingertips slowly back and forth along that boundary, and wondered how another woman might see and feel her, if Kim decided to remove her shirt and allowed someone to touch her again.

She thought then about Jordan, and the little buzz she’d gotten last week. Kim liked the buzz, and she liked thinking about Jordan, but losing a breast had affected her more than she had predicted, though she’d never worn feminine-cut clothing or worked to attract a male gaze. Funny, how she carried the weight of culture, history, and womanhood somewhere in her psyche.

With fantastic stories by favorite writers such as Sacchi Green, Harper Bliss, Tamsin Flowers, Allison Wonderland, and Jeremy Edwards, the variety in this anthology means there is something for everyone.

Check out First: Sensual Lesbian Stories of New Beginnings on Amazon or visit Ladylit’s site for other distributor information.

Victoria Blisse talks about The Point

For the month of September Victoria Blisse is the Special Feature Author at Totally Bound. She has recently revamped all three of her Point Vamp books and the next in the series will be out on the 22nd September.

To celebrate these new editions, all the books have sexy new covers and each book has its own special offer. Until the 30th September you can pick up The Point, the first book of the Point Vamp series completely free of charge from Totally Bound.

Series Blurb:

What is The Point? It is the hottest club in town for both Vampires and humans alike. It has a large dance floor and a bar like any other club but once you disappear behind the VIP only door you find out what makes The Point so unique. Sex, blood and lust all behind closed doors and only accessed by the chosen ones.

Now, you become a chosen one and get to see the sexy world behind that door.

Welcome to The Point.

The Point Blurb:

Love conquers all, that is the point but can it bridge the differences between a vampire and a woman?

Hugh is twenty eight. He has been twenty eight for nearly one hundred years. Hugh is a vampire. He owns a club called The Point and he pays girls to have sex with him. He then counts to ten as he sucks their blood to semi-satisfy his lust.

Elizabeth is a doctor, she loves her job but likes to escape into the countryside now and then. When she twists her ankle Hugh comes to her aid. He carries her curvy form all the way back to his home. He takes care of her ankle and the rest of her body too but he goes too far and sucks her perfectly intoxicating blood.

How can these two lovers have any kind of relationship? They don’t know, only time will reveal the answers.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of blood shed.

Publisher’s Note: This book has previously been published under the same title by Totally Bound. It has been expanded, revised and re-edited for re-release.

General Release Date: 1st September 2015



Excerpt:

She was a beautiful thing, this girl, all rosy and bright and full of the kind of curves a man could enjoy getting lost in. She would taste fabulous, he could tell. She had a lot of life in her, and if he were to drain her, he’d not need another meal for a month. But no, he must not even think like that. His brows wrinkled as he mentally scolded himself. He did not feed on random girls. No, he only sucked those who wanted to be sucked at the club. No one else, nowhere else. It was the rules. His rules and he would not break them.

He opened the wardrobe and took a moment to steady himself. All of his mother’s clothes hung there, as pristine as they’d always been with only the dust of ages to sully them. He pulled out the first that came to hand, shook it then laid it across his arm. His mother would not mind him using her clothes. She had always been a charitable soul. Thinking about his mother made his heart ache, so he shook his head and purposefully strode down the landing to the stairs.

When he walked back into the warm sitting room, the girl did not look immediately to him. He walked closer and realised as he glanced down that she was sleeping. Her face was peaceful, and he wished he could leave her like that, but she was still a little damp and a lot cold. He would have to disturb her.

“Erm, hello?” he called, and her eyes fluttered open.

“Oh, yes, sorry. I must have dozed off.” She smiled in her disorientation then took the towel he proffered for her use.

“I’m sorry I had to wake you, dear lady, but I do not want you to catch your death of cold.”

He laid the dress down over a single chair close to the fire and went to help her with the towel.

“Oh, gosh, I couldn’t possibly wear that, I mean, it’s antique, isn’t it? It’s like that beautiful dress in the portrait, and I really don’t think I’d fit in it anyway.” She flustered, waving her hands, her cheeks flushed red.

“It will fit you perfectly,” he replied, “and you could not wear any clothes of mine. This is all I have in the way of suitable clothing for a lady. Now we need to get you out of those wet things.” He knelt at her feet and started to untie the one trainer she still had on.

“I can undress myself,” she screeched.

“I know you can, dear woman, but you have a twisted ankle. You cannot do this without aid today. Do not worry for I will not force myself upon you. I will aid you and nothing more.”

“I know,” she sighed. “I know. I’m a little sensitive about anyone seeing me, you know, unclothed. I’m not particularly beautiful with my clothes on, and with them off, I look considerably worse.”

“I cannot believe that is true,” he said. “You are more than pretty as you are.”

He put the trainer to one side and delicately plucked off her sock, gently smoothing his hands down her soft skin. “Do you need help with your top?”

Before she could answer, he stood and reached down to her waist. Her hand hovered just around her stomach for a moment then she raised her arms. Hugh lifted the clinging, damp material up and over her head.

“What’s your name?” she blurted out. “I mean, you’re undressing me, and I don’t even know who you are.”

“I am Hugh Jacobson,” he replied then picked up the towel and draped it around her shoulders, his gaze concentrated on the luscious mounds of her breasts as he did so. They were like scoops of cold, tempting ice cream in their lacy shells.

“And I’m Elizabeth Chapman,” she said. “Doctor Elizabeth Chapman.”

“A pleasure to meet you,” he said as he rubbed the towel up and down her arms. “Although, I am sorry our meeting was under such circumstances.”

Pick up your free copy of The Point at Totally Bound now!

Cover and TOC Reveal – First: Sensual Lesbian Stories of New Beginnings

Look! Look! This is the very gorgeous cover for First: Sensual Lesbian Stories of New Beginnings which will be released on 10 September 2015.

Dive into these fifteen sizzling tales of lesbian love and romance and experience the wonder, the joy, and the magic of new beginnings.

A woman sees her lover for the first time after years of blindness. For the first time in her life, a top trusts her girlfriend enough to let her take control. A connection forged in a bar in New Mexico encourages a breast cancer survivor to take a lover. Stories of new love and first lesbian encounters intermingle with other emotional and physical firsts, and the excitement of new experiences: an around the world flight, the thrill of a carnival, and even the first time to see the sea.

With fantastic stories by favorite writers such as Sacchi Green, Harper Bliss, Annabeth Leong, Allison Wonderland, and Jeremy Edwards, the variety in this anthology means there is something for everyone.

Here’s the awesome Table of Contents

Roses and Thorns by Annabeth Leong

The Opposite of Darkness by Harper Bliss

The Talkies by Jeremy Edwards

Before the Bus Comes by Tamsin Flowers

Whole Again by Brenda Murphy

Pulling by Sacchi Green

The First Peonies by Ivy Newman

Repossession by Emily L. Byrne

That Summer by Vanessa de Sade

Amelia by Cheyenne Blue

The Ghost of She by Jillian Boyd

The Sum of Our Parts by Andi Marquette

Soar Spot by Allison Wonderland

Sea by Rosie Bower

Dissolving by Cela Winter

First! First! First!

Yes, I’m still here. I haven’t gone away, at least not permanently. I have been in Canada and Colorado since my last post, and I have been roaming around Queensland. And I have been writing and editing like crazy.

My second anthology will be out very, very soon. “First: sensual lesbian stories of new beginnings” is due out from Ladylit on 10 September. More on this in a day or two, including the TOC and a peek at the cover.

I’m also in the final throes of editing a lesbian erotic romance which will be published by Ylva later in the year. I’m very excited about that.

In other news, I’m discovered the New York Times No Knead Bread Recipe, which is AMAZING and makes me very happy, and I’ve realized I’m definitely too old to spend any time at indoor trampoline parks if I don’t want to be inhaling Advil for the following week.

Yes, I’m still here. I haven’t gone away, at least not ...

Yes, I’m still here. I haven’t gone away, at least not permanently. I have been in Canada and Colorado since my last post, and I have been roaming around Queensland. And I have been writing and editing like crazy.

My second anthology will be out very, very soon. “First: sensual lesbian stories of new beginnings” is due out from Ladylit on 10 September. More on this in a day or two, including the TOC and a peek at the cover.

I’m also in the final throes of editing a lesbian erotic romance which will be published by Ylva later in the year. I’m very excited about that.

In other news, I’m discovered the New York Times No Knead Bread Recipe, which is AMAZING and makes me very happy, and I’ve realized I’m definitely too old to spend any time at indoor trampoline parks if I don’t want to be inhaling Advil for the following week.