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Excerpt from Unconventional by Lucy Felthouse: @cw1985 #erotic #romance

From the very second I laid eyes on him, it was clear he was unconventional. If I’m being truthful, I thought he looked like a complete nutter—someone I’d probably cross the road to avoid. Even in the daytime. He was tall and skinny, with a shock of black hair—still apparent under his hairnet—and pale skin. Kind of like Edward Scissorhands. Only—mercifully—without the scissors for hands part. A vine-looking tattoo began at his left wrist, worked its way up his arm, then snaked beneath the sleeve of his T-shirt…to who knew where?Oddly, even though I mentally kicked myself for thinking it, I found myself wanting to find out. Did it stop at his upper arm, his shoulder? Did it continue over his back, his chest, twine its way around a pectoral, sneaking in toward the nipple? Or even farther south, perhaps?Even if you took Mr. Unusual out of the equation, there was nothing normal about the situation I found myself in. After all, what recent graduate of law school finds themselves volunteering in a soup kitchen? A recent graduate who lost her head—and heart—over a bad boy, that’s who.Most people seem to think that those who study law are smart. Super smart, actually. There’s a reason for that—folks who study law are smart. If they pass all the exams, that is. And I did—with distinction. Which makes me clever on paper, I suppose, but apparently lacking in common sense, or perhaps I just have severely poor judgment. Or both.However you want to look at it, I fucked up. Big time. I fell for the wrong guy, trusted him, and ended up caught up in something that got me arrested.It could have been the end of my law career. Before it had even started, and after all those years of education—not to mention a rather large chunk of my parents’ cash. Fortunately, they’ve got plenty of it, due to my daddy’s successful career. He works in law, too, which, luckily for me, means he’s got friends in high places.So it was less voluntary work, more community service. Otherwise known as do-this-or-you’ll-get-a-criminal-record-and-kiss-your-career-goodbye.Fixing my potential glittering career in my mind, I took a deep breath and crossed the industrial-looking kitchen, heading toward him. He looked utterly at home chopping carrots—he was like one of those chefs you see on the telly, his hand and the knife he gripped moving so fast they were almost a blur. I cringed at the thought of trying such a thing. Never mind the end of my career, it’d be the end of my fingers.Approaching cautiously—I didn’t want to startle him and cause a horrific accident—I waited until he’d finished his carrot before speaking. “Um, hi.”Turning quickly, still with his knife in his hand, he smiled. “Ah, hello. You must be Penny.”For a moment, I was so caught up in his eyes that I couldn’t reply. Fortunately, I managed to get a grip before I was the one who was a nutter. “Um, yes, that’s right. I’m here to help out.”As though suddenly realizing he still held the knife, he glanced at it in his hand, then quickly put it down on the counter. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to greet you with a blade! I’m so used to using the things that it’s like they’re an extension of my arm.”Hmm, so maybe he’s Edward Knifehands. I suppressed a shudder.Those stunning eyes—such an unnatural yet beautiful blue—twinkling, he held out his now empty hand. “I’m Maddox Black. Pleased to meet you. And very pleased to have you here.”We shook. As we did so, the heat that had sparked inside me when we’d made eye contact began to intensify.Christ, no, Penny. You just ditched one bad boy. The last thing you need to do is swap him for another one.



‘The Prize’ by Ashe Barker
A night to remember…When she shows up at the prestigious Vivant Club to claim her raffle prize of one month’s free membership Jessie Barnett doesn’t know what to expect. She’s trembling as she enters, but her inner submissive is dancing for joy, and nothing is going to stop her claiming what she has won.Jessie is no stranger to the BDSM scene, but this is a new club, a new city, she knows no one and has no idea what to expect. That’s all right though, as it turns out the two powerful Doms who are hers for the evening have no doubt at all what they require from her – complete surrender, on her knees.Jessie is happy to comply, this is what she came here in search of. But will one evening’s pleasure, however intense, however delightfully tinged with exquisite pain, be enough? Once she has submitted to them totally, will Mark and Greg see their business with her as having been concluded? Or is there more to be won, a greater prize, hovering just beyond her reach?Reader Advisory: This story contains scenes of bondage, impact play, nipple clamping, spanking, caning, use of sex toys, anal play and double penetration.
‘Devious Tactics’ by Katy Swann
She’s been caught in his playroom. Should she leave or should she resort to devious tactics to get what she wants?When Sami Jenkins is offered the chance to write a major scoop for her newspaper, she jumps at it. All she has to do is find proof that a successful businessman is a drug dealer. If she succeeds she will land a promotion that will secure her future as a top investigative journalist.But Sami isn’t prepared for Jet’s powerful charisma when she meets him. As an ex Air Force fighter pilot, Jet is both commanding and charming, leaving Sami confused by her attraction to him. When she attends a party hosted by Jet on his lavish yacht, she sneaks off to search his office. Sami doesn’t find any evidence of drugs, but what she does stumble across leaves her speechless. She has inadvertently found Jet Whitely’s extravagant and very kinky playroom.When Jet catches her he gives her a choice. Either he calls the police and she can explain to them what she was doing there, or she can stay and discover the delights that his playroom has to offer. But can she trust someone she suspects of being a criminal to tie her up and do unspeakably delicious things to her body?Reader Advisory: This story contains scenes of BDSM including spanking, bondage and Dominance and submission.
‘An Intimate Friendship’ by Rosalie Stanton
A simple request. A single night. A relationship changed forever.For Walker, embracing his nature as a Dominant was not easy, especially since it jeopardized his relationship with his best friend, Sasha. Though years have passed, he has not quite gotten over her initial rejection. His club, Escapade, is his solace—the one place where he can comfortably be himself.The night Sasha went to Escapade to finalize a business partnership, she saw things that sparked in her a bone-deep hunger. Now Sasha believes she might be a sexual submissive, but she needs to know for certain before she embraces the lifestyle. And there is only one man she trusts to tie her up.Walker has spent the past ten years trying to bury his feelings for Sasha, believing she could never fully accept him. When she asks him to be her guide in exploring his world, though, everything changes. He knows he can’t say no, but he goes in with reservations. She could reject him all over again in a way it would be impossible to recover from.And if she doesn’t reject him, Walker knows a single night will never be enough.
‘Unconventional’ by Lucy Felthouse
Penny’s being punished for doing something stupid. But will her punishment turn out to be the best-ever reward?Penny was caught out in the wrong place, at the wrong time. As a recently graduated law student, the brush with the law could put an end to her career before it’s even begun. But thanks to her lawyer daddy’s contacts, she’s been given a second chance. A chance to redeem herself and make her stupid behavior go away.Which is how she ends up working in a soup kitchen, preparing and serving meals to those who are having a rough time of it. She’s not keen on the idea, and when she meets Maddox, the guy in charge, she’s even less keen. A tall, skinny, mad-haired, tattooed guy, Maddox is the sort of person Penny would normally cross the road to avoid. But once she gets to know him, she starts to see things differently. He’s had a checkered past himself, and has now put it behind him and enjoys a glittering, prosperous career as a top chef.Maddox may have unconventional looks, but Penny quickly grows to like him, and, much to her surprise, finds herself attracted to him. He’s a lot older than her, and their lives are at completely different stages, but in spite of this, there’s an undeniable connection between them.When Maddox makes Penny an unconventional offer, will she have the courage to take him up on it? And if she does, where will it lead?Reader Advisory: This story contains scenes of sensation play and figging.
‘Maid’ by Anarie Brady
Alice, far from horrified by her new boss’ methods of discipline, embraces a new job, a new lifestyle and a new relationship.Billionaire Vincent Vanderson holds his household staff to the same exacting standards that he holds himself. But when his newest maid, Miss Alice, responds so deliciously to her first discipline, his thoughts turn far more carnal then professional.
‘The Auction’ by Rose C. Carole
When David puts his sub Jenna up for auction, they both get more than they bargained for.Jenna is unhappy that her Dom is putting her up for auction at their club event. But he isn’t exceeding her limits, so she has to do as he says. Watching the other participants offer themselves up and get bought increases Jenna’s confidence and as the evening goes on, she finds beauty in unexpected places.Watching the scenes after the auction is over definitely excites her and her two Doms for the evening, so that by the time they have their own scene in the harem room, everyone is so turned on they can’t wait. After an intense experience, Jenna comes to realize that not only have she and her Dom connected in a way they hadn’t before, but they’ve learned a lot about each other that will help keep the fires alive in their relationship well into the future.

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Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Lest We Forget #RemembranceSunday #BreconBeacons

Mr H loves to march me around the Brecon Beacons in Wales at the weekend - good job I'm fit and find it kind of romantic! - and when we were there recently we came across this crash site.
It's from World War II and marks the spot where 6 Canadian servicemen lost their lives. They were flying low and hit the side of the mountain. The wreckage from the plane is still there, as is a small rocky monument and plaque.
On Remembrance Sunday, people trek up the mountain (it's a good hour of uphill climbing and ridgeway walking to get to it) and pay their respects. As it's not very accessible to many people, I wanted to take these pictures to share as a mark of respect. They will never be forgotten.








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Sexy in the Sky with an X-Rated Lily Harlem @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSS167

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week's theme is sky high so I'm going to rocket up the passion with an excerpt from my soon to be released X-RATED.

“We’ve been stuck in a rut. I’ve been stuck in a rut,” Lucan said. He released her and reached for his belt buckle. “And now it’s time to get the hell out of that rut.”Her belly clenched as she watched his big fingers work fast. There was urgency to his movements.What the hell was he going to do?She glanced lower, there was a long, thick bulge behind his suit pants. He had an erection.“Lucan,” she gasped. “What...?”“You want fucking like that woman on there.” He jerked his head at the laptop. “I can do that for you. You don’t need to watch porn to get what you need, baby. Not when I’m here and I’m hot for you.”“But...” Oh God, was he going to ass fuck her? Is that what she’d brought on herself? She’d never seen him like this. Heard him speak to her like this.It was new, exciting, but also terrifying.He shoved at his pants, his red boxers going down with them. His crisp shirt hung over his patch of dark pubic hair and his cock stuck rudely from the slit of his shirt.Damn, when had she last seen his penis? She’d forgotten how well hung he was.“Turn around,” he said throatily as he took hold of her shoulders and spun her to face her dressing table.She stumbled a little but he kept her upright.He then tipped her over so her palms were flat on the table, and kicked her feet wide with his.“Lucan, not my...oh...” She wasn’t ready for him to fuck her ass, and not like this...not...“You’ll get what I give you.”She stared at his reflection in the mirror as he gripped her hips, the way the man on the porn movie had gripped his co-star.Oh God.“Lucan,” she gasped again. Anticipation zinged through her. Delight filled her mind. Seeing, hearing, feeling Lucan’s earnest, his desire to enter her, was a turn on in itself.But oh God, it was going to be so...



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This weekend, Polly and Lucan work the kinks into their relationship.
When Polly is caught in a compromising position with a toy and a hardcore video, she doesn’t think her husband will ever go near her again. She feels twisted, nothing like the sweet wife he married. Little does she know, she’s awakened a monster by prodding Lucan’s sexual beast and making him sit up and take notice.
Finally.
But what about Lucan’s needs? He’s been so busy at work that things have gotten out of his grip to the point he can’t even remember his fantasies.
During a weekend of passion and turmoil, heat and pleasure, they vow to never drift apart again. Neither can imagine just how far they’ll go to please the other, or how well matched their particular variety of kinks are.

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, my favourite day of the week! Carrying on from last week, here's a few from my D/s story AT HER HUSBAND'S COMMAND.

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In their cottage in the country, thirty-two-year-old submissive Melody and her dominant husband Ivor have the freedom to enjoy intimate gatherings with friends who share their particular interests. But when a new—and very beautiful—young woman makes her first appearance at one of their parties, Melody cannot help growing envious of the attention she receives.
As soon as Ivor learns of his wife’s reaction to this new woman’s presence, he makes it very clear to Melody that their bond is stronger than ever and there will never be room for anyone but her in his heart. But when she persists in letting her unfounded jealousy get the better of her, will Ivor follow through with his promise of a long, hard, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking?



Kyle turned the board over a few times, then appeared to test the weight of it. “Nice.” He nodded. “I like it.”“I think you will,” Ivor said.“Perhaps we should try it out,” Rupert said. “If that would be agreeable with everyone.” “I don’t see why not,” Ivor said.Rupert turned to Lottie. “We want your arse.”“Yes, Sir.” She had her hands in her lap and dropped her gaze to look at them. “Of course, Sir. Whatever you wish, Sir.”“Bend over the table.” Rupert stood and held the back of her chair.As Lottie got to her feet, he moved the chair to one side, well out of the way.Melody watched on, excitement running through her at the prospect of seeing the board in action. It was however tinged with a little jealousy that she wasn’t going to be the guinea pig, and that Lottie had stolen the leading role.Kyle also stood, wooden board still in his hand. “May I?”“Of course,” Rupert said.Kyle set his hand in the centre of Lottie’s back and pushed her so her body was flat on the table.She folded her arms and pressed her brow to them, as though staring at the table’s surface. Rupert pulled up the base of her white dress, exposing the orbs of her buttocks. It seemed she, like all the subs in the room, had not been permitted to use underwear.From where Melody sat she could see Lottie’s buttocks were already pink, the lingering heat of her earlier spanking still evident. She glanced at Ivor; he too was looking at Lottie’s delicate arse.A fizz of jealousy went through her and she hoped she’d hidden it in her expression.“She does exasperate me when she can’t decide what to wear for an evening out like this.” Rupert rubbed Lottie’s flushed skin. “So she was punished and I took the decision out of her hands and laid out this outfit.”“A very wise course of action,” Ivor said, looking at Melody. A twitch of a smile tugged at his lips. “My sub also can’t decide what to wear on occasion so I, too, take the matter from her hands.”Kyle gave the breadboard a practice swing.“I think this will be a punishment my sub will enjoy,” Rupert said, eyeing the board. “And maybe next time there will be no need for a fuss about clothing or making us nearly late for our dinner engagement.”“I can see why you’re thinking that way,” Kyle said, still swiping the board through the air.“Yes. So feel free to try it on her whenever you’re ready.”



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This weekend, Polly and Lucan work the kinks into their relationship.
When Polly is caught in a compromising position with a toy and a hardcore video, she doesn't think her husband will ever go near her again. She feels twisted, nothing like the sweet wife he married. Little does she know, she's awakened a monster by prodding Lucan's sexual beast and making him sit up and take notice.
Finally.
What about Lucan's needs? He's been so busy at work that things have gotten out of his grip to the point he can't even remember his fantasies.
During a weekend of passion and turmoil, heat and pleasure, they vow to never drift apart again. Neither can imagine just how far they'll go to please the other, or how well matched their particular variety of kinks are.

Out Now! The Billionaire and the Wild Man by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse (@cw1985 @victoriablisse) #romance #erotica

Blurb:
Flynn Gifford is enjoying a simple existence in a rural Derbyshire village when Caroline Rogers crashes into his life, barefoot and panicked.
Their lives could hardly be more different—she owns a successful luxury hotel chain, and he’s a penniless nomad who’s off the grid—yet neither can deny the attraction that burns between them. As Caroline reluctantly starts to open up to him, Flynn finds himself divulging some secrets of his own, secrets he thought he’d take to his grave.
But can a billionaire and a wild man ever make a relationship work, or will their secrets keep them apart?

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I’m busy minding my own business, clearing up litter in a field on the outskirts of Hartington when what can only be described as a crazy woman appears, seemingly from nowhere. She’s all wild-eyed, and her blonde hair looks damp. Her outfit is unremarkable, except for the fact she’s got nothing on her feet. Bright red toenails seem massively out of place in this rural village. She seems out of place. I’m not sure why I think this, but somehow, she just doesn’t appear to belong. So what the hell is she doing here?Normally, I steer clear of other folk unless it’s absolutely necessary, but this woman looks like she needs help. Serious help. If she’s crossed the road with her feet like that, then they’re going to be scratched to buggery, maybe even cut.Taking a deep breath, I chuck the empty crisp packet I’ve been holding into my rubbish bag. Then I place it next to the tree I’m standing beside and step out into the woman’s path. I’m used to people not seeing me—or behaving like they haven’t seen me, anyway—so I’m not surprised when she lets out a shriek that could wake the dead and freezes in front of me.“Hey, hey,” I say gently, holding my hands up placatingly. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to come and see if you were all right. I can’t help but notice you’re not wearing any shoes. You’re not hurt, are you?” The concern in my voice confuses me, but then my brain catches up. If this chick is so desperate to get away that she’s gone without shoes, then something’s wrong. Seriously wrong.I look around, half-expecting to see an angry husband chasing after her, or maybe even a shopkeeper. She could be a thief. Glancing at her again, I realize that can’t possibly be the case, unless she’s stolen something invisible. All she has are the clothes on her back.She still hasn’t spoken, so I try again, attempting to make myself appear friendly, welcoming. Not an easy thing when you’re over six feet tall and pretty wide, too. Also, the fact I haven’t had a change of clothes, shave, or a haircut for a while won’t help. I wouldn’t blame her if she ran away, to be honest. I must look a fright, but I haven’t peered into a mirror—or even a window—for a good few days, so I can’t be sure.“Sweetheart, please answer me. Are you hurt? Is there someone after you?”She looks around, then back at me. Shakes her head. I’m confused—if there’s no one after her, why did she look behind her?I crouch down. “Are your feet okay? Cut?”Finally, I get a verbal reply. “N-no. I mean, yes. They’re okay. Not cut. At least … I don’t think so.”She lifts each foot in turn, checking the soles. They’re fine. Now she’s answered another of my questions, too. Her accent doesn’t sound local. More like southern England. London, perhaps.I suppress an involuntary shudder. The thought of London, the big, dirty, smoky city, does not impress me. Horrible bloody place. But at least it explains why the blonde doesn’t appear to fit in. She’s not from around here.


Author Bios:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
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Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Author and all round Cheeky Wench. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut by the Sea (Vol.1), Smut by the Sea (Vol.2), Smut by the Sea (Vol.3), and Smut in the City Anthologies.She is the mistress of Smut UK putting on Smut Events, Days & Evenings dedicated to erotica, socializing, fun and prizes. Check out Smut Nights, Smut by the Sea: Scarborough, and Smut Manchester for more info.Born near Manchester, England, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.You can often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest.


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Inspiration!

It's funny what can inspire a story, lately I've been getting my kick starts for plots, characters and scenes from a variety of sources.


For example, it was a comment from Mr H about our breadboards making great spanking paddles that set me off writing AT HER HUSBAND'S COMMAND. In this novella the breadboard becomes as much a character as the characters and all the Doms and subs who come to tea want a go with it!

Russian Heat is book #7 in my Hot Ice series, and it was a TV documentary about Russia that got me not only writing but setting a good chunk of the story in the snowy wilderness of Northern Russia.


I adored spending time there, in my head with my characters. I've never been, but it's definitely on my bucket list to go and explore.

It's no secret that one of the first novels I wrote, SHARED, was inspired by a newspaper advert I saw in a local paper, it read...

Little did I know that this set me off on a two novel adventure with Ariane, Liam and Quinn.

Coming in December is my novella X-RATED. Before I started writing this I'd already decided I wanted to play with the dynamics of a married couple rekindling their spark for one another. I wasn't sure where to start the story, but then wandering around social media I came across a story of someone being caught masturbating and how mortified they were for a variety of reasons.


I decided to turn this on its head and make it a very positive thing, clearly if a wife is having to please herself, the husband needs to take a look at what he's missing. It's a fun story, completely kinky, and action packed.

I wrote BITE MARK and CLAW MARK sometime ago, but still the inspiration for those books, particularly a secret worshipful company of vampires living in London, has stayed with me. 

Mr H took me to London, he had an early meeting near Smithfield Market - where all the local butchers congregate to trade. It was early December, there was hardly anyone around and a thick fog lurked in the back streets. He left me having a cup of tea in a cafe and went to his meeting, and I sat, quietly, looking out of the window at the eerie setting. It wasn't hard to imagine supernatural occurrences and how people could just vanish, right there, in the very heart of London.

I'm actually in between books right now, and waiting for inspiration to strike again. I have no idea where it will come from or what genre the story will be, but what I am grateful for is having the imagination to create pages and pages of story from just a picture, a song, a comment or an experience. That's something I'll always be thankful for.
Thank you for reading.
Lily x

Masturbation Monday

It's another Monday, which means it's Masturbation Monday! This weeks prompt reminds me of a scene from SHARED TOO and is one of my few F/F moments.

She pulled back a fraction and murmured, “Ariane, you taste like heaven.” Then her mouth opened over mine and her tongue pushed in past my teeth. It was so new to feel her in me, touching me. Her flavor was divine, champagne and candy, girly and fresh. I wanted more and I slid my hands up her back and kissed her eagerly. Our chests pressed together, her neat, firm breasts landed above mine. Her fingers traveled into my hair, sending a new wave of sensation shivering down my spine. The kitchen door slammed shut.We snapped apart as if electrocuted. “Liam,” I gasped, scooting away from Eve. He stood stock still and stared at me. The overhead lights reflected in the lenses of his spectacles, his arms hung at his sides and his mouth opened and closed without uttering a sound. “Liam, I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m so sorry.”Oh god. I’d kissed Eve, passionately, my whole body had cried out for hers. He would go crazy. A tremble of fear replaced the tremble of desire in my core. I was about to see my chilled-out husband flip. Flip out spectacularly . But he didn’t. Liam stood for the longest of moments, his eyes drilling into me as a dense silence filled the room. Then the corners of his mouth tilted and he pushed his windblown hair away from his forehead. “Don’t mind me,” he said. “I’m not opposed to a little girl-on-girl action.” I swallowed down a lump the size of one of the pizza boxes. “You’re not?” I asked shakily. “Hell no, I’m a guy, girls together are sexy as hell.” His grin turned into a full- wattage beam. “And besides, life’s too short not to indulge in a little of what you fancy, baby.” I glanced at Eve, who’d leaned against the counter with her arms folded. She tilted her eyebrows at me in a so-what-are-we-waiting-for? kind of way. “Are you sure, Liam?” I asked, looking back at him. He shrugged and behind his spectacles his eyes narrowed. “I love you, Ariane, and you love me. If you want to explore a new part of your sexuality with Eve, go ahead. It’s just sex and I know you’ll come back to me, just like you knew Quinn would come back to you.” He shoved his hand into his jeans pocket and shifted his feet. “But if you are going to take it upstairs, then go into the spare room.” My mind spun. Take it upstairs? I guess that had been the next thing for Eve and me. We’d been pressing up against each other with hungry urgency. Suddenly my stomach fluttered all over again as I realized what Liam’s last words meant. He wanted to watch Eve and me on the secret camera. Naughty sparks of excitement pinged through my body at the thought of this new way to turn my men on. “Er, yes, okay,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “But can you tell Quinn where we are?” I looked at him meaningfully. Liam walked to the fridge, grabbed a beer and popped the top. “Yep, I’ll tell him. Just make sure it’s the spare room and not our bed.” He took a slug from the bottle and strolled out of the kitchen.I turned to Eve. She tugged on her bottom lip as her mouth stretched into a smile. “Understanding guy you’ve got there,” she said, uncrossing her arms. “Yes.” The desire in me was swelling again. Eve was beautiful, standing there radiating feminine sexiness. The air around her was charged. It was flowing toward me in waves and I understood what Quinn had been so drawn to, so hypnotized by. “So do you want to explore a new part of your sexuality?” she asked. I tipped my head and dropped my gaze down her body. Her nipples were visible through her thin sweater, two tight beads pressing against the material. I knew what her breasts looked like. I knew they were pert and pink, smaller than mine. But I wanted to know what they felt like, to touch and taste the way Quinn had done. An ache spread like liquid through my core, tweaking my own nipples and settling in my pussy. “Yes,” I said, almost breathless with longing. “Yes, let’s go upstairs.” Eve reached for her enormous handbag and we climbed the stairs in silence. I led the way into the spare room. She left the door ajar as I flicked on the bedside lamps, filling the room with a softly muted glow. I glanced at the partially concealed camera and wondered if Liam had flicked on the TV yet. Who was I kidding? Of course he would have. Eve sat on the bed next to her handbag. She peeled off her top to reveal a pale lemon-colored bra. The cups were trimmed with white lace and the shoulder straps had three tiny daisies leading upward. My fingertips tingled with the desire to touch the daisies, dip below the cup, smooth over the soft skin of her breast and pluck at her pale pink nipples. She smiled up at me. “Have you really never been with a girl before?” I shook my head. “No.” She studied me with narrowed eyes. “I think you’ll like it, Ariane, you’ve been saturated by all that testosterone for years.” She stood and walked to me. We were standing sideways to the camera. “A little female attention will do you good.” I didn’t doubt it would, but I also wanted to give her some attention too. Her skin’s warmth radiated toward me and her enchanting scent had wrapped around me once more. She was a woman but she was different from me—taller, leaner, smaller. I was curious and eager to explore, to see how it would work between us. And the thought that Liam and hopefully Quinn were watching made it all the more thrilling, all the more erotic. “Take your top off, Ariane,” Eve murmured, reaching for the base of my sweater. I let her tug the material upward and over my head. She dropped it on the floor next to her own. Her gaze homed in on my breasts, encased in the black balcony bra I’d worn to seduce Quinn that morning. “So pretty,” she said, touching the cup right in the center, right where my nipple was straining for attention. “So, so pretty.” I snatched in a breath as heat seared my body. She smiled then lowered her head and kissed me again, gently and slowly, her tongue just dipping into my mouth. She cupped my heavy breast and squeezed lightly, reverently, sending deep sensations of yearning to my pussy . I broke the kiss, keen to touch her breasts. Reached for the small front clasp between the cups of her bra and twisted it free. The material sprang open and she slid the straps down her arms, letting it fall to the floor. “You’re beautiful,” I said. I meant it. The camera hadn’t done Eve justice. Her breasts were a perfect alabaster white, the nipples the most delicate shade of rose-petal pink I’d ever seen, and they stood with a high perkiness that was sassy and confident. As if they were waiting to be admired and adored. There was only one thought in my mind and that was to taste her. I dipped my head, kissed her right breast, once, just on the top rise. Her skin was soft as feathers on my lips. Hungry for more, I took her whole nipple into my mouth. “Oh god, Ariane,” she gasped, swaying toward me and placing her hands on my head. Encouraged, I generated a gentle suction and tickled her with my tongue. She moaned approvingly, raking her fingers through my hair. I used my hand to feed her tantalizing flesh gently toward my mouth. She tasted so sugary, like honey and flowers and hot summer days. Her nipple was pliant, hard but pliant and as I flicked and sucked I felt her body leaning toward me. She wanted more. I was going to give her more. After treating her other breast to the same attention, I looked into her face. Her eyes were glazed, her lips parted, her breath trembling in her chest. “Lose these.” I tugged at the button on her neat black pants. She nodded and quickly shucked them off. I dipped my finger just under the waistband of her pretty white daisy knickers. “And these,” I said with a smile. I thought of the camera. Liam and Quinn couldn’t hear what we were saying but they wouldn’t need to―the actions spoke for themselves. A new thrill went through me at the thought of their rapt faces. I wondered if they were hard yet. Eve pushed down her panties, revealing her pale blonde triangle of pubic hair. I stared into her eyes and pressed my middle finger to her mound, dipped just into the soft crease of her lips the way I’d seen her do in front of Quinn. “You’re hot,” I whispered, keeping my finger where it was and absorbing the satiny, moist feeling of another woman’s intimate parts. “I’m hot for you,” she murmured. “Take your clothes off too, Ariane. I want to touch you as well.” I withdrew my hand and stepped out of my jeans and knickers. We were both completely naked. “Lie down with me,” Eve said, twining her fingers with mine and tugging me to the bed. We lay down, side by side. Eve slid her hands to my face and we kissed, indulgently, wetly. We were in no mad rush, we knew we would both get what we wanted from each other. Imagining Liam and Quinn watching us, getting turned-on by our naughty girly antics, had me positioning my limbs like an actress might. I was caught in the moment with Eve but also acutely aware of my audience. “I want to make you come with my mouth,” Eve murmured, tipping my shoulder so I lay on my back. “I want to taste you, lick you, feel you come under my tongue, on my tongue. Can I do that to you, Ariane? Can I be the first woman to kiss you down there?” I gazed into her eyes. They sparkled with desire and longing. She’d meant what she’d said. “Yes,” I said quietly. “Yes, make me come.” I squirmed, suddenly impatient for this new experience. She smiled in a self-satisfied way and slid her body down mine. Our breasts squashed briefly, her slight ones against my heavier ones as she headed lower. She kissed my sternum, my hard, needy nipples and my navel, her tongue lapping and scrolling over my skin. As I parted my thighs for her I stared at the camera, at Quinn and Liam on the other side of the lens. I was making out with a woman, the men were secretly watching. We were being so bad. It was so deliciously good. Dragging my gaze away, I shifted up to my elbows and watched Eve’s fingers dip below my bare mound. She went straight for my entrance, rimming and circling the sensitive ridge of flesh she found there before smoothly penetrating me with one, long slim finger. “Oh god,” I gasped. The small penetration was exquisite in its delicateness and my pussy gripped it frantically. “You like that?” Eve asked in a hoarse whisper, studying her own movements carefully. “Yes, oh yes,” I hissed, now fascinated by the sensation and the sight of her other fingers moving over and around my clit as daintily as a pianist’s, tickling and spreading pliable flesh. As she worked me I began to swell and throb, a huge rush of heat and blood speeding to my clit and making it pulse wonderfully. “I love your bare pussy,” she said, pulling her finger out then smoothing back in, even higher this time. “Your lips are soft and dark like velvet.” Her warm breath washed over my skin. “Liam likes it,” I managed and then groaned as her finger hooked forward and stroked my G-spot. “I bet he does,” she said. “And I bet he likes to do this too.” She removed her finger from my pussy and then carefully, with splayed digits, spread my labia so the glossy, pea-sized bud of my clit was left unprotected and jutting forward. The cool air circled over my exposed flesh and I watched as the tip of her tongue darted out, like a snake, and she flicked it across my pale, vulnerable clit. I cried out at the profound feeling, hard and soft, delicate and strong. My elbows collapsed and my back hit the mattress. “Not exactly like that,” I gasped. Again I twisted my face to the camera. What would the guys be thinking? They were the only people who’d done this to me for years, so many years. Would they be jealous? Would they be remembering my flavor and texture as they watched? 

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Welcome to the happy-slappy day of the week - Saturday Spankings! My new novella AT HER HUSBAND'S COMMAND is a feast of spanking that was inspired when Mr H noted what a great paddle our bread board would make.

So here's a moment from the beginning of the book, when Melody and Ivor are preparing for their dinner guests...



She smoothed a crease from the black satin tablecloth she’d carefully ironed earlier, and straightened the antique candelabra she’d set in the middle.“Bend over.”Her breath caught in her throat as a firm pressure was applied to the centre of her back. She did as instructed, folding double until her breasts pressed on the tablecloth and the cool material rubbed her cheek.So we have got time?She smiled, but only briefly, because then she bit down on her bottom lip so he wouldn’t guess her feeling of triumph that she’d gotten to him.“There is a time and a place for giving your master suggestive looks and allowing desire to fill your eyes,” Ivor said, dragging up her skirt and exposing her naked buttocks.Cool air washed over her skin and a tremble attacked her pussy. Her heart rate picked up.“And when we have our friends’ visit to prepare for, it is very inconvenient for you to make me think of reddening your arse and wanting to fuck you.”“I’m sorry, Sir.” She closed her eyes. She wasn’t sorry, not at all. If she’d been damp in the kitchen watching him knead the bread, now she was very definitely wet.He stroked her buttocks, the small calluses on his palms scratching her flesh. “You’re marked from last night.”“Yes, Sir.”“Was it too much?”“No, of course not.”“Good.” He delivered one hard slap to each buttock, the sound echoing around the room and clattering over the slate tiled floor. It was just the kind of noise they didn’t need neighbours hearing.Melody barely flinched. Until the sting of his slaps layered into fire, she could handle it fine.“You wanted to be the bread?” he asked, stepping away from her.“Yes,” she whispered. “I did.”“Open your eyes.”She did as instructed. He was standing to the side of the table and held up the long wooden serving plank that the bread would be placed on later. It had a handle and a large flat rectangular surface the size of a small tray.Her heart rate picked up. She’d been spanked with many implements over the years but this... this was new.And scary.“If you can’t sit down later, if you need to eat your meal standing, then that’s your own fault,” he said, rubbing his hand over the surface of his newest toy. “And you can explain to the guests that you flirted shamelessly with your master when you should have been preparing for their visit.”Melody didn’t think her flirting had been particularly shameless, but if Ivor said it was, she’d go along with it. Arguing would be futile, plus the glint of excitement in his eyes thrilled her. His new spanking paddle had clearly got him really hot under the collar.She risked a glance at his groin, just visible over the surface of the table. Sure enough, a long, thick bulge strained at his fly.A groan escaped her throat. God, would he fuck her too? Now? Just a quick fast one after he’d reddened her buttocks to give them both some release and possibly a little stamina for later?Later... a few sweet hours and then...She didn’t have time to think about later because the air behind her whooshed in a cool breeze, then a crack of pain covered both of her arse cheeks.She cried out and shifted up the table.Fuck, that had hurt. The pain was deep and profound as well as sharp and mean.Another hard whack.She went up onto her tiptoes and clenched the tablecloth, gripping it in her fists.“Mmm, very nice,” he said, caressing her arse. “A beautiful, broad band of redness.”“Yes, Sir,” she murmured.“I must use this more often.”

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Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. Here's a few from HIRED, book #1 in my HOT ICE series, which is FREE for everyone and widely available.

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"Sometimes a deal really is too good to be true."
One hundred grand to babysit bad boy Logan “Phoenix” Taylor on a paradise island—seriously, how bad could he be?Frankly, it didn’t matter. Not when it would make my dreams of going to nursing school possible. I wasn’t even expected to talk to him, just hang out in a luxurious villa on a private beach and study. Simple, right?
But I hadn’t counted on Logan being so deliciously bad that he was oh so good. And when the temperature cranked to boiling point, he knew just how to satisfy the deepest, darkest part of my soul and give my body exactly what it needed. Amongst the sand and waves, we transported each other to an exquisite world of pleasure where only we existed, only we mattered.
But the heady mix of emotions and lust couldn’t keep things from spiraling out of control back in reality, where I had to keep the secret that I’d been hired to entertain him…even if it shattered my delicate heart. Even if it cost me my destiny.


As the water beat onto my back, I placed the sponge on the top curve of his shoulders and wiped from left to right. The pouring water slid the bubbles over his gleaming, golden skin. I squeezed some more and watched the soapy stream run through every trough and dip of his back, down the neat crack of his butt and on to his solid thighs, finally settling around his ankles before swirling down the drain.I touched the phoenix again and trailed upward to several crescent nail marks at the base of his shoulder blades—stab marks from my frenzied orgasm on the sofa. “Sorry about this,” I said.“My favorite kind of wound,” he said in a tight voice.“Yes, but I’m still sorry if I hurt you.”He huffed. “You didn’t hurt me.” His voice was as dry as he was wet. “But if you feel bad and want to make it up to me, feel free to, at any time.”I knew exactly how I was going to make it up to him. “Okay, turn around again.”He shifted and loomed over me with the look of the devil in the depths of his eyes. But I pressed firmly against his water-slick chest until he was backed against the tiles. “I’ve finished with your shoulders and butt now,” I said. “Though I reckon your front needs attention.”He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and narrowed his eyes. He looked like he was done playing my game and was about to grab me. But he didn’t, he stayed where I’d put him, though his fists clenched and his muscles tensed. Deliberately, slowly, I refilled the sponge with shower gel, worked up a lather and set it on his right collarbone. Sliding it to the left, I squeezed and watched as white froth trickled down his sternum, caught through the fuzz at his navel and settled in his pubic hair. “You’re getting good and clean now,” I said, shifting the sponge to the right collarbone again. “What do you think, Logan?”“Clean as I’m ever gonna get,” he growled as a muscle flexed in his cheek. I’d noticed this happened when he was getting frustrated or impatient. I couldn’t decide if it was cute or dangerous—probably the latter.I dropped the sponge on the floor and rested my hands on top of his soapy hips, right where the sharp angle of muscle tapered inward and downward from his six-pack. “Does that mean you’re always a little bit dirty?” I licked my lips. “Even when you’re soaped up in the shower?”“Only when I’m in the shower and your mouth is looking so damn appealing.”“You like my mouth?”“Hell, yeah, sexiest mouth I’ve ever seen.”He leaned in for a kiss but I dodged and shoved him back against the tiles by his hips. “Mmm, I’m glad about that,” I said, pulling provocatively on my lower lip with my teeth. “Because I’m hungry, really hungry.” I looked down at his erect cock jutting forward, slid my fingers into his pubes and tangled them in wiry hairs. Then I headed lower and wrapped my right hand around his thick, rigid shaft and sent the left to cup his balls.Logan let out a groan. “Ahh, fuck,” he said, looking down. “Your little hands are so sweet on me.”

HOT ICE is a 7 book series following the fortunes of the sexy Vipers who play to win on and off the ice. More details on my website.




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