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Pre-Order - BAD IDEA

My story in the HIS RULES anthology is being released as a standalone read. You can pre-order BAD IDEA now from Pride Publishing, or wait and grab from all other good retailers on 16th August.
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Bad ideas can sometimes be the best!
Roughneck Riders are not an MC club you mess with, least of all their rough and tough gang leader Heavy. But Heavy has a secret that has to be kept, no matter what—his heart belongs to a man. It shouldn’t. He’s supposed to be into women, like the other guys in the club. Junk is just too cute to resist, though. Add in his delectable body, his sweet submission and his willingness to accept Heavy’s sadism, and the couple are a perfect match.
Junk’s a probie, proving his worth to the club and demonstrating his mechanical know-how. He’s lived on the edge for a long time, flitting from one place to the next. But now that he’s settling in as a Roughneck, life is looking up. Not least because he’s in love—soul-eating, cock-thickening obsessive love. He can’t tell anyone about his desire for Heavy, but what he can do is push his lover’s buttons, all day, in full view of everyone, until he’s damned sure the night will bring a whole host of sinful delights and wicked punishments that will leave him marked, bruised and most of all, wholly satisfied.




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Why Cape Town?

Grab a copy of ONE NIGHT IN CAPE TOWN and be seduced on a mountain top by a seriously sexy backpacker who knows exactly what he needs to do not only to survive, but also to claim the woman he wants!



So why did I decide on Cape Town when I opted to write for the City Nights Series? Well, that’s easy. Mr Harlem and I recently enjoyed a trip to South Africa and completely fell in love with the place. It's not hard to tell why, here's a few photographs I took while trekking over and around Table Mountain...

Table Mountain view from Cape Town

View from the top - Cape Town with Robben Island in the distance on the left.

Cable Car - we didn't hike!

Just one of the many steep tracks over the top, that isn't completely flat!

We love mountains and often stomp up our local ones in Wales, but Table Mountain was somewhere I’d always wanted to visit. I wasn’t disappointed. The views are stunning and hiking over the flat top to the furthest point, Mclear’s Beacon, was great fun (and hot and tiring!).


It occurred to me while we were up there, and hadn’t seen any other tourists for some time, how wild the place is. There’s animals – baboons, dasai, the odd big cat like a serval – and it really does feel remote, not least because the weather can change quickly and then, if it's windy, the cable car stops working. The only option when that happens is to hike down to the city which takes about 3 hours.

Dasai - their nearest relative is the elephant. They're actually pretty tame.

Lizard on Maclear's Beacon. He was doing 'press-ups' to keep cool.




And it's this bad weather which rolls in fast which gave me the idea for my couple to get stuck on the mountain top for the night. Luckily the hero, Levi, is pretty adept at survival and they manage to shelter, but it’s cold, so of course, me being me, I thought up some sexy ways for them to keep warm. Let’s just say they’re soon distracted from the storm and focusing solely on each other and the pleasure they’re finding.
Thanks for reading, and if you ever get the chance to visit Cape Town, do take a trip up the mountain, and if you have a hot companion (like I did!) then all the better.
Lily x


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The week before her big day, Tia catches her fiancé getting down and dirty with her best friend. She quickly washes her hands of them both. But why waste a perfectly good and very expensive honeymoon to her dream spot-South Africa?
After bumping into the same cute guy three times in Cape Town, Tia's reminded she still has desires. Before long, they’re hiking over Table Mountain together, and getting to know each other.
But when trouble brews in the African sky, a wild storm leaves them stranded on the mountain as night falls. Levi's survival skills provide them with quick shelter as the storm rages above. But for Tia, another storm rages between her and her sexy saviour. Will he teach her to trust again? Or is there more to the hot American than meets the eye?


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Sunday Snog - GRAND SLAM

Welcome to Sunday Snog! If you're loving all those hot tennis players at Wimbledon, be sure to check out GRAND SLAM, a co-authored MF BDSM novel featuring the sexiest, kinkiest tennis superstar around!


I was about to retort that I’d do no such thing. I was his psychologist and I’d stay in my chair, but something in me wanted to comply with his request. Perhaps it was the way he’d said it, as if I had no choice but to go to him, or maybe it was some kind of magnetism his sexy aura gave off that pulled me in like a fish on a line.Placing the notebook and pen on the chair, I moved to the window and stood next to him, about a foot away.“Some people like pain,” he said, still not looking at me.“Masochists you mean?”“Yes, I suppose.”Shit, was he trying to tell me that he enjoyed the pain the accident had left him with? If so, we really needed to discuss this. “That’s not the majority of people though.”“No, but more than you think. And some people like administering pain.” He turned to me, cocked his head slightly and moved into the space I’d left between us.I looked into his eyes. Swallowed and tasted his cologne as it traveled into my nostrils and then laced my tongue. “Would you consider them to be good people, Travis? These individuals that like to hurt others.”“I’ve known a few people who like to give and receive higher sensations, and most of them I consider to be good friends as well as good people.”I hesitated, felt his body heat radiating toward me, wrapping around me as I pondered his words. We were close, very close, and his consuming presence made logical thinking much harder than normal. “I’m not quite sure what you’re telling me.”“You talk about pain like it’s a bad thing, Marie.”“It is.”He smiled but it wasn’t a sweet smile, more like one of a hunter who’d spotted prey.“Pain is unpleasant for a reason,” I said. “Because it’s bad.”“I disagree.” He raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes. It was a challenging, cocky gesture. A tingle snaked its way up my spine and threatened to wreak havoc in my body by turning into a tremble. But I beat it down. I wouldn’t let a patient get to me this way. I was the one who was supposed to be holding the reins here.“Maybe, Marie, you should open your mind to new ideas with a little more grace.”“I fail to see how I haven’t been graceful in discussing your theory that pain is good.”“Can we keep it that way?”“I hope so.”“In that case,” he flicked his attention from my eyes and looked at my hair, “would you like me to demonstrate?”Damn, the guy made me feel tiny. Even though I was wearing heels, his broad chest and wide shoulders were looming over me. “Okay.”He twitched the right side of his mouth into a half-smile. Now he looked like a hunter who’d captured his prey. A trickle of fight or flight seeped into my system. Which would be my best option?“Now that’s the first rule.” He reached up and undid the clasp holding my hair on the top of my head. It tumbled around my shoulders as the clasp fell to the floor. “Consent.”“Doesn’t consent require knowing what you’re agreeing to?” Fuck, with him this close and stroking my hair, spreading it out, I’d pretty much agree to anything. Who was I kidding? Fight or flight was not an option, the only thing that shot through my mind was giving myself over to him. Allowing him to do whatever he wanted, control my body, feed it what it needed.Damn, it had been too long since I’d been with a man. It was making me desperate.He slotted his other hand over the left side of my head, the sound of him sliding his fingers over the shell of my ear noisy. My breath hitched and I locked my knees to stabilize my stance. I stared up at him, noting the small shafts of black hair sneaking out of his skin on his chin and the way his bottom lip was a little plumper than the top.“You see, some pain,” he said, gathering my hair up at my crown and tugging to create tension on the roots, “can heighten the awareness of everything else going on in the body.”He pulled harder, forcing my head to tip back.I gasped as discomfort shot across my scalp.He increased the pressure a little more.I reached out and clutched at his shirt, felt his hard chest beneath. “Travis, I—”“Shh, I’m just showing you.” He slipped his arm around my waist, dragged me close and yanked my hair, really hard.“Ow, I—” A barrage of sensations blasted through my system. The feel of him pressing up against me, hot, hard, male, all wide pecs and solid thighs. The pain from having my hair tugged with force and the awareness that my belly was shoved right up against his groin. A groin that held a wedge of thick flesh.“Just feel,” he whispered, hovering his lips over mine. “Endorphins are rushing into your bloodstream, giving you a natural high as pain alerts your nerve endings that something exciting is happening.” He slid his free hand up my back, tracing the outline of my spine through my blouse.I breathed in the air he was breathing out, warm and sweet. The scream of hurt in my scalp made me want to wriggle but being held so firmly and confidently kept me still. The heat of the discomfort slipped down my nape and neck and over my shoulders, then combined with the lovely sensation of him stroking my back.“Can you feel it?” he whispered. “Pain mixing with pleasure, the lines between the two blurring.”I could feel it with every fiber of my being. My skin was alive with awareness, my breasts were heavy and desperate for stimulation, and between my legs I was buzzing for action. Good, hard man action, preferably of the naked, sweaty variety. “Yes,” I gasped.He adjusted his hold on my ponytail of hair, stepping the pull up another level.“Ouch.” I fisted my hands against his chest. “Travis, please, let me go.”“If you promise me one thing.”“Ow, yes, come on.” I squirmed against him. That really did bloody hurt now. “What?”He shut his eyes, sucked in a breath. Pushed harder into my body as he squeezed me closer.Even with the distraction of having my hair yanked I could make out his now completely solid erection. “Travis!”“Just remember what it is your body is crying out for at this moment in time.”More.That was the word that jumped into my brain, flooding my thoughts and blinding me with shock that I could want more pain, more hair-pulling, more heat blasting through my body.Suddenly he released me and stepped back. I staggered as he turned and left me staring at his shoulders.I let my hands fall to my sides, pulled in a deep breath and watched as he walked to the window, spread out his palms on the glass and leaned forward.

CUFFED - OUT TODAY

Cuffed to a brooding, rough and tough cop, proves to be as dangerous as it is sexy for reporter Roxie Diamond.


All journalist Roxie Diamond wants is the chance to ride with the London night patrol. Reporting on women who sell their bodies to survive is her latest assignment, and she’s on the case. Trouble is, the two hot cops she’s partnered with couldn’t be more different. Officer Rudy is displeased to have a tag-along, but he can brood all he likes while she admires his partner’s cute ass and broad shoulders.
Roxie doesn’t count on getting involved in a human trafficking case. Before she knows it she’s snatched, interrogated, and her world is turned upside down. Her sullen cop takes her safety seriously, but how can he protect her if they’re handcuffed together and locked in an abandoned warehouse?
Spending an evening skin to skin with Officer Rudy has Roxie thinking about all sorts of things. Just how close is he to his partner? Will the anger in his eyes turn to desire if she confesses her lust? And can they really do that, while in such a dangerous predicament? 


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Welcome to MY SEXY SATURDAY, this week we're all about sexy bosses! In my new release CUFFED, journalist Roxie Diamond has not one but two guys in charge of her for the night. Here's the details about this erotic, hot cop, romantic suspense.

All journalist Roxie Diamond wants is the chance to ride with the London night patrol. Reporting on women who sell their bodies to survive is her latest assignment, and she’s on the case. Trouble is, the two hot cops she’s partnered with couldn’t be more different. Officer Rudy is displeased to have a tag-along, but he can brood all he likes while she admires his partner’s cute ass and broad shoulders.
Roxie doesn’t count on getting involved in a human trafficking case. Before she knows it she’s snatched, interrogated, and her world is turned upside down. Her sullen cop takes her safety seriously, but how can he protect her if they’re handcuffed together and locked in an abandoned warehouse?
Spending an evening skin to skin with Officer Rudy has Roxie thinking about all sorts of things. Just how close is he to his partner? Will the anger in his eyes turn to desire if she confesses her lust? And can they really do that, while in such a dangerous predicament?

She needed to sit for a few minutes before she figured out an escape plan.Dragging her arms behind herself, she noticed a dead weight about her right wrist and there was something cold circling it.What?She rolled to her side, not appreciating how near the edge of the bed she was, and toppled to the floor.Except she didn’t land on the floor. She landed on a body, a person.The air huffed from her as their chests connected hard. “What the fuck...” he grunted.“Rudy?”She stared down at the face she’d craved to see rushing to her rescue.“Oh my God, are you okay?” she asked.He was sporting a large purple and black bruise beneath his right eye and there was a gash in the center of the bruise.“Better if...you weren’t...on me.” He gasped for breath and shifted.“Sorry, sorry.” She rolled to the side. It was then she realized what the dead weight around her wrist was.Rudy.They’d been handcuffed together.“Oh, shit,” she muttered, looking at the shiny silver hoop that went around her wrist and was connected by a slim chain to the shackle around his.He raised his head and followed her line of sight. “Great,” he muttered. “Fucking perfect.”

Special Guest - Kathryn Lively

Even One-Hit Wonders Deserve a Second Chance


How often have you thought about an old TV show or movie you enjoyed and wondered whatever became of the stars who kind of faded from view? When you see Sixteen Candles on AMC, for example, you don’t have to search far to find Molly Ringwald or Anthony Michael Hall because they’re still active, but oh…what about Jake Ryan? ;) Every once in a while I’ll see a “where are they now” click-bait story revealing the whereabouts of former actor Michael Schoeffling, and others like him, and it’s this curiosity that partly inspired my newest romance, Finish What You Started.
I’m not an actor, but I have undergone the career shift from teaching to writing. When we hear stories of former child stars it seems some are bleaker than others. A few transition to adulthood and keep their careers, some fall into financial or legal trouble, and others retire from the public life and start over. Finish What You Started is about two former child stars determined to shed the images thrust on them by their iconic TV roles. Gabby wants to work behind the camera, Dash wants to be a serious actor and leave the geek character he played behind. Initially it doesn’t work out, but when these two meet up after ten years they have a second chance at fame, and love.
All Dash wants to do is prove he has talent beyond his Urkel-like character on TV. Hollywood is ready to dismiss him as a one-hit wonder or one-trick pony, but he’s about to prove everybody wrong.
What is your favorite one-hit wonder? It could be a show, song, a movie, whatever. I’d love to know. I’d also love it if you entered the giveaway below. I’m sending out to one winner a prize pack featuring a delightfully snarky coffee mug, a gorgeous mini-notebook, and one audiobook from my backlist, to be gifted via Audible. Good luck!

Finish What You Started by Kathryn Lively
Contemporary Romance Totally Bound Publishing

About the Book
In this business, it gets hot under the spotlight…
Once a teen idol, Gabby Randall now spends her time behind the camera. With her show Danse Macabre scripted and greenlit for a popular streaming site, she has everything she wants…except her star. Deadlines are looming and she’s desperate to cast the role of a modern-day, motorcycle-riding Grim Reaper. She never thought she’d end up hiring her former co-star, TV’s most beloved geek…and her ex-husband.
Until the day he dies, people will remember Dash Gregory as Freddie “Grody” Grodin, the token geek friend of the cool kids at Wondermancer High. After years of casting agents overlooking him for plum roles, Dash wants to show Hollywood he’s more than a one-note player. He’s ready to break the vicious typecasting cycle, and he’s set his sights on the lead role in a sexy new series too hot for network TV.
When the director yells “Cut!” the star wants to keep up the action behind the scenes. Are Dash and Gabby willing to make ratings history again?
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When he returned to the main room, he found the trays folded and back on the rack, and Ace snuggled into Gabby’s side. “Later, buddy.” He snapped his fingers and the terrier bounced toward the bathroom. “He’s too suave for his own good,” he told Gabby with a smile, which soon fell on seeing her suddenly melancholy.
“What’s wrong? Was it dinner? Do you need—?”
“No, everything was great. Perfect.” She moved to sip her wine, but instead set it on the coffee table. “I was just thinking of what we had here tonight, and it played out like a typical night at home.” After a beat she added, “Well, a typical night if we—I—were a couple. Married…whatever.”
“I hear you.” Damn, she looked cute when she rambled. “I haven’t done typical in a while, and it’s not bad. I still owe you a dinner out, though. I do want to celebrate with something fancy.”
“I’d rather do this again.” Gabby kicked off her shoes and tucked one foot under her. Comfy, at home, not bad at all. “I’ve wanted to do something like this every day for the last ten years.”
With you. She didn’t say the words, but he imagined them on her lips as she bit down.
He sensed a flood coming as she blinked rapidly, and he looked around for something to help stem it. He never bought tissues, usually used TP if he needed to blow his nose, and the idea of handing her a full roll seemed absurd. He settled in next to Gabby, ready to lend a shoulder.
“We don’t have to talk about it if it hurts too much,” he said, more for himself. His mother had once offered to pay for therapy to help him through the worst of the breakup, but he’d refused. Work served him well, when he got it, and he preferred to keep his feelings about Gabby to himself.
Well, himself and one other person.
“I’ll be fine.” Gabby stuck a pinkie finger in her eye to rid it of a tear. “You know me, I’ve always been an emotional gal. Remember when we filmed Doctor Arturo’s death scene?” She sighed and looked at him. “I bawled for days.”
“So did he. He’d just bought a house when he was written out.”
 “I also don’t normally wear skirts this short,” she said.
He had no reason to object. “Yeah, I wondered about that. You were always a conservative dresser.” Product of a Catholic family, he guessed, but he liked that about her. Gabby wore everything well, but his mind kept returning to the naughty librarian fantasy. Maybe stick a few pencils in her hair, done up in a bun with a few tendrils hanging loose…
“What’s that look on your face?”
“Hm?” The bubble popped, and he shrugged. “I just remembered I need to renew my library card.”
“You are so silly. What does that have to do with what we’re talking about?”
He chose not to say. “I’m sorry. Just a crazy day. So there’s a reason for the wardrobe change?”
Gabby smiled, flushed. “It goes back to that ‘special friend’ misunderstanding.”
“Ah.”
“I hoped to outdo her. Yes, I’m shallow.” She rolled her eyes.
“No, you’re a human with insecurities. Just like me. It doesn’t help we both grew up in show business families where that sort of thing is encouraged.” He could spend the rest of the evening reminding her of all the crap stage parents foisted on their children. You had to have a cuter face than the other boys reading for your part. Your dimples had to go deeper, your freckles had to cross the bridge of your nose just so. How often had Walter and Marie drilled the importance of looking better than every ingénue in California into Gabby’s head?
It didn’t go away easily. He could relate. Though his mother hadn’t been as bad as Marie Randall, she’d put pressure on him more than once during casting calls.
He stretched out his arm, inviting her close. For a moment they sat on the sofa and he held her, and it felt nice. It felt like home, like what the last ten years should have been for them. “You will always have a special place in my heart,” he said. “Whatever happens between us on this show, it can only result in good things.”
She pulled back a bit to regard him. “I want to tell you something.” After a beat she added, “Since our first time in Vegas…there hasn’t been a second time for me. With anybody.”
Huh? “For real? Why are you telling me—”
“I’m not asking for you to say the same thing, Dash. I never expected you to go celibate, and I didn’t think it’d be this way for me. I just got busy with work.” She shook her head. “I wanted you to know because…” she swallowed hard, “I never wanted another first time with anybody else.”
She gazed into his eyes. Her deep brown gaze, smooth as chocolate and calling to his soul, drew him closer. He was done for.
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Grand Slam Gets a New Look!

Lucy and I are delighted to announce that everyone’s favourite dominant tennis player, Travis Connolly, is back – and just in time for Wimbledon! And he’s got a brand new cover and a brand new price! If you’ve read GRAND SLAM before, though, the content remains the same.


For those of you that aren’t familiar with the book, here’s what it’s all about:
California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed, Travis Connolly, resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills. Instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.
I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.


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One Night in Cape Town - OUT NOW!

ONE NIGHT IN CAPE TOWN has just hit the shelves. Grab your copy of this sexy story today!

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Jilted at the alter! Well, not quite, but the week before Tia’s big day she caught her cheating rat-bag of a fiancé getting down and dirty with her best friend. That was it, end of, game over, it had been a close call. She's washed her hands of them both.
But why waste a perfectly good and very expensive honeymoon? Tia had always dreamed of South Africa, longed for blue sky, adventure and sights to remember. Her feet were itchy, she couldn’t stand the sympathy at home, so she’s bitten the bullet and travelled thousands of miles to a new continent, alone.
Lions and rhinos, elephants and zebra are all well and good, but when she bumps into the same cute guy three times in a row in Cape Town, she’s reminded that she still has desires. Before long they’re hiking over Table Mountain together, enjoying the view, enjoying each other. Levi is charming and funny, sexy and strong. Perhaps she will learn to trust enough to have romance and love in her future…maybe…one day.
But trouble brews in the African sky and a wild storm leaves them stranded, no way off the mountain as night falls. They have to keep cool to survive but things soon heat up in their make-shift shelter. As the thunder roars above them, the earth moves for Tia. But can a honeymoon romance ever be more than a good time? Or is there more to Levi, the hot America surfer whose lust for travel seems as potent as his lust for her?


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ONE NIGHT IN CAPE TOWN hits the shelves on 29th of June, but if you pre-order it from Amazon you can grab it for just 99c/99p!
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Digging Deep by Kay Jaybee - An Archaeological Extract!

As the first glimpses of summer sunshine begin to make themselves visible across the English countryside, I find myself thinking back to the summers I used to spend as an archaeologist, excavating under the desert skies of NorthAfrica. As well as the occasional archaeological report, I also wrote an erotic romance based - with much fictional embellishment - on those experiences in Tunisia...
Many thanks to lovely Lily, for letting me come and share a snippet from, Digging Deep, with you today.
Blurb-Dr Beth Andrew’s first foreign excavation as a site leader, which she co-run’s with the American archaeologist Dr Harrison Harris, gets off to a shaky start due to the jealous interference of Harrison’s ex, and an overzealous student... Love and lust really can cloud even the cleverest person’s judgement!


Extract-Hidden away in the garden at the rear of the house they were staying in, taking advantage of a few moments’ peace between the end of the morning’s digging and lunch, Harrison rested his back against the shaded trunk of a large-leafed palm tree. He’d told himself he was there so he could update his notes without being disturbed, but he knew he was really just avoiding Beth. He screwed his eyes up against the ideas that seemed to circle on continuous loop through his head. She is a decade younger than me, lives in another continent, and is a colleague. So don’t even think about it! Determined not to contradict this train of thought with reminders of how badly he wanted to find out how far Beth’s freckles travelled across her body, what the spring of her russet ringlets would feel like in his fingers, or speculate about how she seemed to make him laugh even when the most ordinary words came out of her mouth in her cute English accent, Harrison had decided to keep as much distance between himself and Beth as possible. It would help if she wasn’t so damn good at her job. He sighed hard. Work relationships were never a good idea – especially when they were only destined to work together for three months of the year! His year with Linda, Beth’s predecessor, had proved that. Anyway, such indiscretions were unprofessional, and Harrison had always prided himself on his professionalism. As he urged himself to stop contemplating why Beth, in her multiple layers of clothing, felt more attractive to him than any of the semi-clad females who worked around the site, Harrison suddenly sensed that he wasn’t alone. Lifting his head from his notes, he saw Candida lounging against the wall on the opposite side of the dust-soiled garden. His heart sank. Of all his students, she was the last person he felt like talking to. For a second, Harrison assumed she’d been looking for him, but swallowed a muted murmur of relief when she faced the other way, and tapped urgently against the touch screen of her phone. Intent on staying focused on the report he was writing, Harrison sat silently against the side of the house, hoping that his student wouldn’t spot him. Bending his head to his work, Harrison snapped it up again as Candida’s grating voice echoed around the small, square garden. ‘Of course I’m not ignoring your calls.’ Raising his eyebrows, he immediately felt sorry for whoever was at the other end of the phone. Candida might well have been a sight for sore eyes with her rounded chest, flat stomach, and tanned legs that seemed to go on forever, but her voice was enough to scour the varnish off wood, and her “I’m beautiful and therefore you will love me” attitude was proof, if any was needed, that Candida Harker was Daddy’s little princess through and through. Not for the first time, Harrison cursed that the “daddy” in question was the owner of Harker International, the company providing most of the sponsorship for the dig, and so her presence on the team was secured each time Colorado University came to the site. Harrison’s attempts to ignore the rest of her conversation were abruptly halted as Candida pronounced down the phone, ‘Well, you were right. She should have an eye kept on her. Who’d have thought it of someone so mousy and dull? I mean, she is so white and spotty she could be mistaken for the ghost of a leopard!’ There was a break from Candida’s high-decibel yakking, as whoever was on the other end of the call spoke, before she responded, ‘Well, yes, it seems she does have some sort of MILF quality. I tell you, no American guy would humiliate himself like that with anyone who wasn’t at least of goddess status. Which she most certainly is not! And not because he was in her debt!’ Trying not to care which of the English students Candida was ripping apart, and hoping like hell that everyone else was out of earshot of her diatribe, Harrison frowned as his student went on. ‘Supervisory skills? How the hell should I know? I’m on Harrison’s team, thank God. And will not be swapping under any circumstances.’ Harrison’s head jerked back up, his ears straining for information. Beth? She was bad-mouthing Beth. Why? He didn’t dare even rustle his papers, although he was sure Candida was so involved in her call that an entire herd of elephants could go by and she wouldn’t notice. ‘Yes, I know, but I don’t want …’ There was an odd hint of panic in his student’s voice now, and Harrison began to wish that the person on the other end of the phone was as loud as Candida, so he could hear whatever it was they were saying. ‘OK – well, I wasn’t going to tell you this …’ Like hell. Harrison recognised when Candida was building up to spill some slanderous scandal. ‘I don’t think it is her ability as an archaeologist that is in question. It is her relationship with her students. With one student in particular.’ A vision of Beth’s flushed face as she sat on Ryan’s lap, after the snake had frightened her, flashed through Harrison’s brain. Candida was nodding in satisfaction, her previously concerned countenance replaced with one of smug relief. ‘Yes. Yes, that’s right.’ Harrison closed his eyes. Who the hell was on the end of that line? He gripped his papers, physically having to stop himself from getting up and ripping the cell phone from Candida’s hand so he could challenge the unseen recipient. ‘Well, OK, but it isn’t pretty.’ Candida paused as if for dramatic effect, as Harrison impatiently waited to hear what her coup de grâce against his colleague was going to be. A feeling of foreboding crept ever faster up his spine as he heard her say, ‘One of her students is fucking her in return for her silence.’ Harrison felt as though he’d swallowed an orange whole as a triumphant Candida went on. ‘Yes! Every day! Just so she won’t tell anyone he broke the mosaic he was excavating. Apparently, yesterday lunchtime Beth made Ryan beg! Can you credit it! She actually made him beg! And all that time the bitch was naked and getting a good time up on the open roof. Fuck! I mean, what would she have made him do if he’d smashed the whole thing, and not just crumbled the edge a bit?’ With the use of Beth’s name, the last vestige of hope that Harrison had been mistaken about what he’d heard evaporated. It isn’t true, he told himself. It can’t be – can it? But what is Candida up to? His appetite for lunch disappeared as, with morbid fascination, he continued to listen …

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Bio- Kay Jaybee
Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETOKay was also nominated as the Best Erotica Writer in 2013, 2014 and 2016.
Kay wrote the The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2011-14), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep(Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (KDP, 2016), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment,(All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink Oneand Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 100 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.
Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk You can follow Kay on Twitter @kay_jaybee, Facebook http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybeeBrit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.html
Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk