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September 6, 2015
Sunday Snog
Welcome to Sunday Snog. This week a few from my erotic menage a trois novella Escape to the Country.
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When the stress of city living takes its toll on Annie and Tim, a dirty weekend in the country visiting sexy friends proves to be just the antidote.
London life is hard going for Annie and Tim, and despite being in love, they're just not hitting the spot in the bedroom.
So, in an attempt to put the steam back into their relationship, Tim whisks Annie to the Cotswolds to visit Matt and Jane his uber-cool, sexually liberal friends from University.
As the temperature heats to melting point in the chocolate box cottage so does the sex, and Annie, with the help of her hosts, discovers a variety of hidden carnal desires, not just in herself but also Tim.
Who would have thought he'd be into that? Who would have thought ‘that' would have her buzzing from head to toe?
Reader Advisory: This book contains Ménage scenes and both M/M and F/F intimacy.
Teresa slept all night spooning me. It was cosy and comforting to have two gently snoring bodies surrounding me, holding me, and I went into a deep, black sleep that re- charged me like a whole week of sleeping would.As I came round, listening to the birds claiming their territory in the cottage garden, I became aware of Tim’s breathing altering. It had become shallower and fractured. I curled my hand over his waist, worried he was having one of his bad dreams. His abs were tensed to granite. I felt a tremble in his muscles and a sheen of sweat lay on his skin.As I moved farther my fingers meshed with hair—silky, long hair that was definitely not Tim’s.I flicked my eyes open, confusion buzzing in my sleepy brain.“Shh...” Teresa let Tim’s dick slip from her mouth and caught it in her waiting palm. “He’s still asleep.” She grinned like a naughty little girl pinching sweets from a candy shop.Tim let out a groan and shifted his head on the pillow. She flicked her thumb over his moist slit and his cock twitched back towards her mouth as if begging for more.“Join me,” she whispered. “What man doesn’t want to wake up to find two girls sucking him off?”I looked back at Tim’s face. His eyes were screwed up tight and his lips had pressed into a straight line. His black stubble was becoming positively beard-like and I realised how much I loved waking up with him, how much I loved his Sunday morning, devil-may-care look as opposed to his serious suited and booted, the-weight-of-the-world-on-his-shoulders look. I had a sudden overwhelming desire to give him pleasure, to start off his day the way just looking at him had started off mine—superbly.I grinned at Teresa and slunk down the bed. She licked her wide bee-stung lips and offered me my boyfriend’s rigid cock like she was offering me a lick of her lollypop.I pressed my flattened tongue over his slick, dewy head, tasted Teresa and Tim all mixed together, then popped him into my mouth and began to swirl the tip of my tongue around the ridge of flesh below his glans. Teresa kept her fist around his shaft, worked up till she met my lips then dropped back down.Tim’s hips twitched and his long, low groan added to the bird song filtering into the room.I hadn’t given Tim head many times. It was something he never asked for, though always seemed to appreciate it if the mood took me to have a go. I suddenly wondered why this part of our sex life had been neglected. It was so sensual, so empowering, so damn delicious. Musky and manly, not to mention Tim’s moans of pleasure went straight to my clit.“Relax your throat,” Teresa whispered. “Take him all the way in, right to the back.”I looked into her startling blue eyes, only inches from mine. I didn’t usually swallow him much beyond the head; that was my technique.“Like this,” she said. Her shoulder bumped into mine. “Let me show you.”My heart squeezed. Should I feel indignant at her interference? Should I tell her where to go? Tim was, after all, my boyfriend.She must have sensed my hesitation, because she smoothed back a wayward lock of my hair and drew her brows together. “I’ll show you how I do it for Carl,” she murmured. “He taught me how men really like it done and then you can have a go. Tim will thank you for it, I promise.”I released his penis from my mouth. She grinned triumphantly, got onto her knees between his thighs and bobbed her head over him, positioning his dick like a circus sword swallower prepared his tool. She flicked her bouncing curls over her shoulders and stretched her mouth into a wide ‘O’.She sank downwards and my pussy clenched as I watched his thickly engorged cock disappear into her pretty mouth. She carried on going, her cheeks bulged, her fists clenched, and her nostrils flared. Finally, she reached the base of the shaft, the corners of her mouth where stretched thin and white and her eyes tightly shut.Tim let out a deep rumble from the base of his chest and he murmured something incoherent. Teresa began to slide back up, leaving a trail of sparkling saliva on his silky skin as she went. She followed where her lips had been with her fingers, massaging and stroking the neat straight veins that ran up his shaft.I became impatient for my turn. “Okay,” I whispered, my hand joining hers in the stroking and massaging of his cock. “I can do that.”With a soft popping noise, she released him into my palm. “Breathe through your nose,” she murmured, catching a drip trickling down her chin. “And beat the gag reflex, it gets easier.” Her hand slid down to his balls, catching them in her palm and rolling them like two snooker balls in a bag. “He’s got a beautiful dick,” she said into my ear. “Make sure you treat it well.”I had every intention of treating it well. I swallowed and licked my lips. My whole body was buzzing. I was determined to take him in as deep as Teresa just had—no, make that deeper. I wanted to hear that low rumble of pleasure when I hit base, I wanted to hear it louder, more Neanderthal.Tim’s hips shifted beneath me. I was suddenly worried he’d wake up before I had a chance to experiment with the depth I could take him. I sank down and spread my lips around the large head of his cock. I kept on going, felt the ridges of his glans slide over my teeth. He was so hot and hard, silk on steel. I used my hand wrapped around his base to judge how far I had left to go. I was only half way and already my mouth felt shoved full. I didn’t think I would be able to go as far as Teresa, but I was determined to try.He smoothed over my tongue and hit the back of my throat. My sensitive tissues gagged in response. My heart rate increased and a pulse in my temple beat a wild tempo.“Go past it,” Teresa murmured, cupping my tight jaw-line with her hand. “It’ll ease in a second. You’ll get used to it.”I begged my brain to tell my body what to do. Pulling a long ribbon of air through my nostrils I sank down another inch. The head of his cock made deeper progress and slid way down my throat.Tim hissed as his hips jerked almost violently.I swallowed to control my gag and felt him stroking the delicate, sensitive tissue.“Jeez, Annie,” Tim muttered in a tortured voice. “What a fucking start to the day...”
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Grab your copy of Escape to the Country from Totally Bound, Amazon and all other good ebook retailers.
September 4, 2015
Talk Sexy To Me ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MSSAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS108
Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. Here's a few from Breathe You In which I'll confess is one of my most favourite stories that I've ever written because it had been inside of me, waiting to pour out, for a very long time. I adore the English hero Ruben Strong, he's strong as his name suggests but also vulnerable and needs Katie before he even met her!
“You all right, love?” A deep voice came from my right.I turned. A group of several men, all in jeans and short-sleeved shirts wandered past.One with blond hair was grinning at me as he walked, hands shoved into his jeans pockets.“Yes,” I said.“Maybe catch you for a drink in The Slippery?” He nodded ahead and smiled wider. He had dazzling blue eyes and a small diamond earring.I pushed my hair over my shoulders. “I’m meeting friends.”“Ah,” he said. “A man can still hope.”“Come on, Romeo.” His mate banged him on the shoulder. “She’s well out of your league.”“I know.” Blond Guy shrugged and winked at me. “Hope is always worth hanging on to though.”They wandered off. Again, I paused. The blond man was cute—a hot bum neatly encased in denim, and broad shoulders accentuated by a fitted shirt. But whilst I could appreciate a fine specimen, I suddenly wished Ruben was with me, that he was at my side to give me a quick smile and squeeze my hand before I met these new people.I adored the way his eyes narrowed when he grinned and the way tiny lines creased at the corners. His lips were familiar now, too—their shape, their taste, how they moved when he spoke and laughed. I was missing him this week. I hoped he was having a nice night out with his old teammates, chatting about wild days gone by, but still, I was looking forward to the next time I saw him smile, heard his voice, felt his arms around me.I summoned my courage and, shoving aside a trespassing thought about turning around and going home, I walked up to The Slippery Slope.I’d just put my hand on the door when I heard my mobile phone beep. Quickly I stepped sideways, not entering the pub but standing beneath one of the large black lamps out of the way of other drinkers moving in and out. I plucked my phone from my bag. It was a message from Ruben. A lovely little shiver, almost a caress, tickled the base of my neck and settled in my chest. I hit Open.
Hope you’re having a great time with new friends. Looking forward to seeing you Friday. Shall we snuggle up on the back row of the cinema and eat popcorn? The new Bond movie looks amazing. X
I read it twice. Had he been missing me at the same time I was hankering for him? I tapped a quick reply.
Just about to meet Janine and her friends. Cinema sounds great. I’ll check out the times. X
After hitting Send, I slipped the phone away. As soon as I did, another text message came through.
They’ll love you. See you Friday. X PS I’m still on a high from the other night!
I smiled and let warmth that had nothing to do with the balmy evening wrap around me. Suddenly, instead of feeling nervous, I felt positive again. I’d always been fine meeting new people in the past. Got on with everyone, no problems, but tonight, I couldn’t deny that I did feel nervous. They’ll love you, was the right thing to say and also how Matt would have reassured me.And as for still being on a high, well, I could understand that. I certainly was. Quickly, I messaged back a simple...
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Then pushed into the bar.
Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer's Recommended Read of 2013 and is available from all good ebook retailers including the publisher Totally Bound and Amazon.
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Soul-aching desire was only the first layer of emotion around a secret I had to keep for all of time.
If the road to heaven starts in hell, then I was ready to start climbing my way out and Ruben Strong was the man to accompany me. With his devastating good looks, seductively sexy charm and lust for adrenaline, he was sure to make it a sensual and erotic experience as well as one to re-awake the passionate, throw-caution-to-the-wind woman I’d once been.
I’d given Ruben something, though, without him realizing, and that gift had come from the man I’d loved before. But I couldn’t tell Ruben. I had to keep that a tight secret even on the nights our naked bodies wound together, sought out pleasure and hit the dizzy heights of ecstasy—because Ruben had my husband’s heart, literally, and that heart was still in love with me, so it seemed, and now I was in love with Ruben.
Emotions tangled with bliss and fears were locked away as I surrendered to the touch of Ruben’s hands, the taste of his skin and the sounds of his pleasure. I couldn’t deny that Ruben had brought me back to life the same way I had him, and there was no way I was giving up that feeling, not for anyone.
Rebecca Black - A Taste for Three
Thanks so much for hosting me today and letting me give my new book A Taste For Three a big shout out. I love a good menage story, so when I decided to write a book it was always going to involve three people. I think this story has all the ingredients for a spicy menage: two sexy chefs, and a restaurateur, all bringing their special talents to the mix!
I aim to write erotic romance with plenty of heart as well as plenty of hot sex. Here's a little taste just for you...
Blurb:
What's worse than wanting a man she can't have? Wanting his best friend as well, that’s what. Double the torture, double the sexual frustration, and double the pain in her heart when she desires everything she can't have.
Chef Ellie Masters has a problem. Not only is she in love with two gorgeous men, but they both just happen to be her bosses. She’s holding back for all the right reasons, but is there a way for them to be together or will their powerful sexual attraction tear them apart?
In the sensual world of their French restaurant, Jack Quinn and Nate Johnson must find a way to level the playing field if they want more than just sumptuous food from their talented chef. Going to work has never been so sexy. A Taste for Three will leave you savouring this delicious menage and wanting more.
Excerpt:
Her gaze moved from one to the other with an expectant look on her face. Her eyes rested on Jack when he leaned forward to rest his arms on the table. His beer was between his big hands and she watched his fingers trace the drops of condensation as they raced down the bottle.
“Us.” Jack’s hazel eyes locked with hers.
She swallowed. Hard. “Us? What do you mean?”
“The three of us. There’s more going on between us than just work.” His words held a note of conviction.
Oh God! He said three. He definitely said three. They couldn’t possibly know that she wanted both of them, could they? How the hell had she given that away? She thought she’d been so professional with them.
“Stop panicking, Ellie. Nothing we say or do from now on will affect our plans for the restaurants.” Nate’s calming words helped to some extent, but she still hadn’t taken her eyes off Jack. He was watching her like he expected her to run at any moment. He looked like he’d enjoy chasing her down and catching her too.
“I don’t understand…”
“We want you, Ellie. We need to know if you feel the same way.” Jack stated.
“We? What does that mean? I...both of you? But…”
“Yes. We want you. We need to know if you feel the same. Would you be prepared to be with us both?”
How was she supposed to respond to that? Nothing in her limited experience with men had prepared her for this conversation. She couldn’t see how anything good—well, apart from the sex—was going to come from this. How were they supposed to juggle working together, fucking, and being in a threesome? She wanted to though, so badly. Oh God, just the thought of having both of them.
But she just couldn’t risk it. What would happen when it was over? How could they possibly remain friends and work together? She’d be completely alone again if she had to leave. Her brain felt like it was in danger of a full meltdown. The temptation to run was strong and before she knew what she was doing, she’d jumped up. Her chair fell back. A distant part of her brain knew this wasn’t the most dignified way to handle this, but her fight or flight response was definitely urging her to get the hell out of there and not make a massive mistake.
She vaguely registered Nate’s shocked expression turning into a fleeting look of distress, but she didn’t get far before a steely arm grabbed her around her waist, yanking her off her feet. She was fairly sure she let out a little squeal as she landed on Jack’s lap.
“What the hell, Ellie?”
“Jack, calm down. She’s obviously freaked out.”
“I get that, but when did running away solve anything? We’re all adults here. If she doesn’t want this, all she has to do is say no.”
“We’ve gone about this all wrong, come on too strong. She’s scared. God, Ellie, we never wanted that. We just want to be with you. That’s all we’ve ever wanted.”
Jack’s arm held her firmly around her middle while his other hand rested on her hip.
Her heart was still trying to beat its way out of her chest, but she couldn’t ignore the heat emanating from his body. The hand on her hip kept gently, rhythmically flexing and releasing. She started to relax as she quietly listened to their words. She could hear the anxiety in both their voices and felt a rush of guilt at how she’d reacted. She was such a naive idiot—but she’d beat herself up for that later. Right now, she needed to make things right with the two most important men in her life.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have tried to run off like that.”
“Jesus, don’t apologize, Ellie.” Nate reached across the table to take her hand. “It’s ok that you don’t want this. We’ll carry on and forget we ever mentioned it. Nothing needs to change—”
“I want it,” she whispered.
Purchase Links:
Evernight Publishing
Amazon
All Romance
Book Strand
Author Bio:
Rebecca Black is a Yorkshire girl born and bred. She is first and foremost a voracious reader and an author of erotica and erotic romance. She believes that the hottest sex scenes are the ones where emotions are involved (plus lots of dirty talk, lots of spanking, licking and sucking and well… you get the idea). She is the author of A Taste For Three (m/m/f) from Evernight and has several short stories due to be released in erotic anthologies and another book due out with Evernight in September '15 Let's Ride (f/f). Rebecca blogs regularly at Rebecca Black Erotica and is a contributor to the fantastic Cliterati magazine.
Find her at:
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Rebecca Black - A Taste for Three
Thanks so much for hosting me today and letting me give my new book A Taste For Three a big shout out. I love a good menage story, so when I decided to write a book it was always going to involve three people. I think this story has all the ingredients for a spicy menage: two sexy chefs, and a restaurateur, all bringing their special talents to the mix!
I aim to write erotic romance with plenty of heart as well as plenty of hot sex. Here's a little taste just for you...
Blurb:
What's worse than wanting a man she can't have? Wanting his best friend as well, that’s what. Double the torture, double the sexual frustration, and double the pain in her heart when she desires everything she can't have.
Chef Ellie Masters has a problem. Not only is she in love with two gorgeous men, but they both just happen to be her bosses. She’s holding back for all the right reasons, but is there a way for them to be together or will their powerful sexual attraction tear them apart?
In the sensual world of their French restaurant, Jack Quinn and Nate Johnson must find a way to level the playing field if they want more than just sumptuous food from their talented chef. Going to work has never been so sexy. A Taste for Three will leave you savouring this delicious menage and wanting more.
Excerpt:
Her gaze moved from one to the other with an expectant look on her face. Her eyes rested on Jack when he leaned forward to rest his arms on the table. His beer was between his big hands and she watched his fingers trace the drops of condensation as they raced down the bottle.
“Us.” Jack’s hazel eyes locked with hers.
She swallowed. Hard. “Us? What do you mean?”
“The three of us. There’s more going on between us than just work.” His words held a note of conviction.
Oh God! He said three. He definitely said three. They couldn’t possibly know that she wanted both of them, could they? How the hell had she given that away? She thought she’d been so professional with them.
“Stop panicking, Ellie. Nothing we say or do from now on will affect our plans for the restaurants.” Nate’s calming words helped to some extent, but she still hadn’t taken her eyes off Jack. He was watching her like he expected her to run at any moment. He looked like he’d enjoy chasing her down and catching her too.
“I don’t understand…”
“We want you, Ellie. We need to know if you feel the same way.” Jack stated.
“We? What does that mean? I...both of you? But…”
“Yes. We want you. We need to know if you feel the same. Would you be prepared to be with us both?”
How was she supposed to respond to that? Nothing in her limited experience with men had prepared her for this conversation. She couldn’t see how anything good—well, apart from the sex—was going to come from this. How were they supposed to juggle working together, fucking, and being in a threesome? She wanted to though, so badly. Oh God, just the thought of having both of them.
But she just couldn’t risk it. What would happen when it was over? How could they possibly remain friends and work together? She’d be completely alone again if she had to leave. Her brain felt like it was in danger of a full meltdown. The temptation to run was strong and before she knew what she was doing, she’d jumped up. Her chair fell back. A distant part of her brain knew this wasn’t the most dignified way to handle this, but her fight or flight response was definitely urging her to get the hell out of there and not make a massive mistake.
She vaguely registered Nate’s shocked expression turning into a fleeting look of distress, but she didn’t get far before a steely arm grabbed her around her waist, yanking her off her feet. She was fairly sure she let out a little squeal as she landed on Jack’s lap.
“What the hell, Ellie?”
“Jack, calm down. She’s obviously freaked out.”
“I get that, but when did running away solve anything? We’re all adults here. If she doesn’t want this, all she has to do is say no.”
“We’ve gone about this all wrong, come on too strong. She’s scared. God, Ellie, we never wanted that. We just want to be with you. That’s all we’ve ever wanted.”
Jack’s arm held her firmly around her middle while his other hand rested on her hip.
Her heart was still trying to beat its way out of her chest, but she couldn’t ignore the heat emanating from his body. The hand on her hip kept gently, rhythmically flexing and releasing. She started to relax as she quietly listened to their words. She could hear the anxiety in both their voices and felt a rush of guilt at how she’d reacted. She was such a naive idiot—but she’d beat herself up for that later. Right now, she needed to make things right with the two most important men in her life.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have tried to run off like that.”
“Jesus, don’t apologize, Ellie.” Nate reached across the table to take her hand. “It’s ok that you don’t want this. We’ll carry on and forget we ever mentioned it. Nothing needs to change—”
“I want it,” she whispered.
Purchase Links:
Evernight Publishing
Amazon
All Romance
Book Strand
Author Bio:
Rebecca Black is a Yorkshire girl born and bred. She is first and foremost a voracious reader and an author of erotica and erotic romance. She believes that the hottest sex scenes are the ones where emotions are involved (plus lots of dirty talk, lots of spanking, licking and sucking and well… you get the idea). She is the author of A Taste For Three (m/m/f) from Evernight and has several short stories due to be released in erotic anthologies and another book due out with Evernight in September '15 Let's Ride (f/f). Rebecca blogs regularly at Rebecca Black Erotica and is a contributor to the fantastic Cliterati magazine.
Find her at:
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September 1, 2015
Dreaming of Greece
Toy Boy - erotic romance cougar story.
Oh, how I adore summer. The sun, the long, lazy evenings and eating outdoors. One particular summer that I remember with great fondness was a year Mr H and I went to Greece. We decided to have a go at sailing, and although neither of us were experts, we had a few lessons and joined a flotilla. We had an amazing time, so amazing in fact that I was inspired to set Toy Boy there. Toy Boy is my new short novel which has been hailed by reviewers as 'the perfect summer read'.
So today I thought I'd share a few photographs that I took of the Ionian Islands while visiting this wonderful part of the world.
We started off our adventure in the beautiful port of Fiscardo. My hero and heroine in Toy Boy, Sullivan and Kay meet here for the first time. It's a small harbour, with busy little restaurants around the port and spectacular views of Ithaca its neighbour.
Having lunch here was just perfect and as you can see there are fish in abundance.
The cats liked the fish too...
We were put in charge of a Beneteau 32, again the boat Sullivan charters in Toy Boy. It was so freeing to be out in the ocean, picking small coves to anchor for lunch and then when we got too hot we'd jump into the sea for a dip.
We saw turtles, sun fish and dolphins on our travels, all of which I've included in the book, and yes, I was as captivated as Kay is.
The colours are one of the things that's really stayed with me. In Greece every colour seemed to be brighter, more vivid and vibrant than back home. The white-sun overhead bleaching the houses, bouncing off the sea and giving it this gorgeous rich aquamarine when we went shallow but rich navy in the depths.
Here are a few more images, just because I have them and want to share...
This final picture was taken at sunset and is Ithaca settling down for the night.
I hope you enjoyed my pictures and learning how I put my experiences of my wonderful holiday into my summer read . If you'd like to read an excerpt from Toy Boy, click here. There are loads of great reviews too and you can pick up your copy from all good ebook retailers including the publisher Totally Bound and Amazon/Amazon UK.
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Getting something unexpected can be a shock, but it can also be a wonderful treat, if you allow yourself to indulge, that is.
Kay is bubbling with excitement. She’s booked a sailing holiday of a lifetime in Greece with a man she’s fallen for hook, line and sinker. They met on the Internet. She’s from Oxford, he’s from Washington State. She’s a business lecturer, he runs his own successful business.
They’re perfect for each other, and she can’t wait to meet him and spend time in and out of his bed, allowing him to seduce her for real and not just with softly spoken words over the telephone.
But when she arrives in the idyllic port of Fiscardo, she’s in for a shock. There’s a reason Sullivan’s photographs were grainy, and it’s not because he’s sporting a potbelly or balding as she’d suspected. It’s because he’s over a decade younger than her and could rival any Greek god in the looks department. What’s more, his sex appeal and lust for her is off the scale.
Should Kay take what she can with her ‘toy boy’ and have some fun in the sun or hop on the first plane back to England? It’s a tricky decision for a woman who believed she couldn’t be surprised by life anymore.
Oh, how I adore summer. The sun, the long, lazy evenings and eating outdoors. One particular summer that I remember with great fondness was a year Mr H and I went to Greece. We decided to have a go at sailing, and although neither of us were experts, we had a few lessons and joined a flotilla. We had an amazing time, so amazing in fact that I was inspired to set Toy Boy there. Toy Boy is my new short novel which has been hailed by reviewers as 'the perfect summer read'.
So today I thought I'd share a few photographs that I took of the Ionian Islands while visiting this wonderful part of the world.
We started off our adventure in the beautiful port of Fiscardo. My hero and heroine in Toy Boy, Sullivan and Kay meet here for the first time. It's a small harbour, with busy little restaurants around the port and spectacular views of Ithaca its neighbour.
Having lunch here was just perfect and as you can see there are fish in abundance.
The cats liked the fish too...
We were put in charge of a Beneteau 32, again the boat Sullivan charters in Toy Boy. It was so freeing to be out in the ocean, picking small coves to anchor for lunch and then when we got too hot we'd jump into the sea for a dip.
We saw turtles, sun fish and dolphins on our travels, all of which I've included in the book, and yes, I was as captivated as Kay is.
The colours are one of the things that's really stayed with me. In Greece every colour seemed to be brighter, more vivid and vibrant than back home. The white-sun overhead bleaching the houses, bouncing off the sea and giving it this gorgeous rich aquamarine when we went shallow but rich navy in the depths.
Here are a few more images, just because I have them and want to share...
This final picture was taken at sunset and is Ithaca settling down for the night.
I hope you enjoyed my pictures and learning how I put my experiences of my wonderful holiday into my summer read . If you'd like to read an excerpt from Toy Boy, click here. There are loads of great reviews too and you can pick up your copy from all good ebook retailers including the publisher Totally Bound and Amazon/Amazon UK.
Back Cover information
Getting something unexpected can be a shock, but it can also be a wonderful treat, if you allow yourself to indulge, that is.
Kay is bubbling with excitement. She’s booked a sailing holiday of a lifetime in Greece with a man she’s fallen for hook, line and sinker. They met on the Internet. She’s from Oxford, he’s from Washington State. She’s a business lecturer, he runs his own successful business.
They’re perfect for each other, and she can’t wait to meet him and spend time in and out of his bed, allowing him to seduce her for real and not just with softly spoken words over the telephone.
But when she arrives in the idyllic port of Fiscardo, she’s in for a shock. There’s a reason Sullivan’s photographs were grainy, and it’s not because he’s sporting a potbelly or balding as she’d suspected. It’s because he’s over a decade younger than her and could rival any Greek god in the looks department. What’s more, his sex appeal and lust for her is off the scale.
Should Kay take what she can with her ‘toy boy’ and have some fun in the sun or hop on the first plane back to England? It’s a tricky decision for a woman who believed she couldn’t be surprised by life anymore.
August 30, 2015
Masturbation Monday - Orchestrating Manoeurvres #erotica #romance #menageatrois
Masturbation Monday has been going for a whole year - Happy Birthday! - and it's only now I get round to joining in... here goes...
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The life of a broken hearted supermodel can get pretty dull - there's only so much champagne and caviar one can handle. So, when the opportunity to hook up with two stunning Italian pianists with talented fingers, perfect rhythm and sublime composing presented itself, what could I say but yes, yes yes!
I flopped back on my mountain of pillows, gasping, writhing and shoving Enrique—my new thick, black Rampant Rocker vibrator—into my pussy higher and harder. He was great—long, wide and lined with vein-shaped ridges. And because he was so new to my collection, he seemed to have extra energy, extra enthusiasm for pleasing me. It was as if he was competing for a favoured position in my top drawer.“Oh, yes, yes,” I called out, upping the speed and finally letting his wicked forked attachment buzz around my clit. “Oh, yes, Enrique!” I twanged forward, sweat forming in my cleavage and my heart pounding. Flattening my palm over my pussy, I held him against my deliciously tormented clitoris. Electric sensations surged through my nerves. My internal muscles clamped and moisture seeped over his shaft, easing his way as I pumped his impressive girth in and out, in and out.I squeezed my eyelids shut and instantly Dale’s face appeared before me, a hot sheen on his brow and his mouth parted as he gave in to a fierce climax. Tearing open my eyes to shake the painful, memory-laden image, I stared at the huge framed poster of my own face gracing the cover of Vogue last month and came—sharp, intense and breath-taking. God, Enrique is good, worth every penny.Panting, I pulled Enrique out and tossed him to the bottom of the bed. He’d served his purpose. Started my day with an orgasm. That was why I’d bought him. Carlo just wasn’t doing it for me anymore, his pink, plastic shaft pale and insipid, his rotating glans no longer a novelty and he just didn’t hit the spot with his thin little ears.I glanced at the clock and sighed. Ten forty-five. I supposed I should get out of bed. Perhaps I could go and get a pedicure—I was already fed up with the Baby Bunting-coloured nail varnish I’d had applied three days ago at The Spa. Or maybe Naomi would be up for champagne and caviar at Jenson’s. I frowned and tried to remember if she was eating at the moment. I couldn’t be sure, but it was worth a try. I rolled onto my stomach and reached for my cell. There were two missed calls, one from my agent and one from my mother. I would sort them out tomorrow.“Naomi, darling,” I said when she answered on the first ring. “What are you doing today? Fancy some bubbles?” I flipped onto my back and stretched my legs up towards the ceiling, a combined inside leg of an impressive sixty-six inches.“Tiffany, babe, I thought you would be here. It’s the Tiara event.”I sat upright and folded my legs. “What...today?”“Yes, didn’t you speak to Rachel?”I groaned. “No, I’ve been avoiding her. She’s crazy at the moment, too many hormones.” My agent of four years was in the first few months of pregnancy and driving me nuts with her talk of babies. As if I would be interested in babies—if I didn’t have a perfectly flat stomach I would be out of a job.“Well you ought to give her a call.”“Yeah, I guess I’ll brace myself.”“Come on, snap out of it. Where’s your spark gone? Enough moping already, get back out working, if not for the money then for your sanity.”I could always rely on Naomi to say it how it was. Since Dale had left me three months ago, I’d struggled to get my usual enthusiasm for the world of modelling that I loved so much. Some people had their hearts broken and threw themselves into work—not me. I just wanted to lounge around, play with my toys then head out for something bubbly to drown my sorrows in.“It will do you good, Tiff,” Naomi was saying, “to get some gigs in the diary and meet some new people. Don’t let him win like this, babe. Show him what he’s missing and he’ll come crawling back.”Sliding to the side of the bed, I had a sudden rush of determination. She was right. I would snap out of my wallowing. Okay, so Dale had wanted a ‘break’ from dating one of the UK’s highest paid models but still, surely I could find a way with all my connections and attributes to make him wake up to his foolishness. Let him see that I was more than just a face and a body.I’d made him happy, he needed me in his life, our love was meant to be. I knew all that, so why didn’t he?I stood and squared my shoulders, pulling in a deep breath. Yes, I’d hit him with a media slap so hard he’d crawl back, begging, on hands and knees. I would teach him that asking for a ‘break’ then not calling all this time to make up was the biggest mistake he’d ever made.
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August 29, 2015
Sunday Snog
Excerpt from sexy romance novel The Glass Knot - on special offer this weekend at Amazon.
Welcome to Sunday Snog. Here's a smooch from The Glass Knot which just happens to be at the bargain price of 99c/99p for a few days only!
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What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man?
This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her.
But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally.
Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most.
Several cars passed by, their tires hissing through the growing puddles. A bus splashed water up from the gutter, soaking my feet. Eventually, I pushed my way through the garden gate. Water dripped off the end of my nose, and as a streak of lightning was accompanied by a wild clap of thunder, I ran the last few steps up to the door. It wasn’t locked and I barged in, my breaths short and my clothes sticking to my skin.“I was just coming to look for you.” Nick stood in the center of the hallway with his feet hip width apart and car keys in hand.I slammed the door and leaned back against it, catching my breath. I blinked away rain drops and looked at him as a blinding flash of lightning seared through the bay window. His outline flickered, his face coming twice, three times into brilliant, bright definition.“It’s horrid out there.” I put the bag on the floor, being careful to place it on the hessian mat and not on the wooden flooring. “I should have a towel before I drip everywhere.”There was not a dry square inch on my whole body. My t-shirt had become see-through, my thin lace bra outlined in detail, and my nipples, much to my embarrassment, could be clearly made out.I shivered as trickles of water ran from the hem of my short skirt onto my knees and down my shins. Pulled my wet hair from where it had stuck to my cheeks, and looked at Nick again.He was staring at me, lips parted, brows low, eyes ablaze.A huge crack of thunder roared around us.Suddenly I didn’t feel so chilled anymore. There was something wild about his expression that was making me as hot as hell. My heart skipped, like a stone over a pond, tripping and fast.His keys landed on the hard floor with a noisy clatter. “Nick?”Silence.“Nick, what is it?”Silence.“Nick, you’re scaring me.”“Not half as fucking much as I’m scaring myself.” His sizzling gaze roamed my body, from my head right down to my toes. The hairs on my arms rose, goosebumps attacked me, my nipples jutted out even farther.“What...what do you mean?” I asked.“I need to try something.”Between one gasping breath and the next he was in front of me. His nostrils flared and his teeth gritted as he harnessed my wrists and pinned them to the door on either side of my head.“Nick, I...what...?”He dropped his head to mine, his lips just a hair’s-breadth away. I could see flecks of amber at the base of his irises, like whiskey glinting through crystal.“Keep still,” he snapped.I sucked in a sharp breath, breathed in his darkly spiced scent.“Don’t move,” he murmured, a twitch tugging at his cheek.His lips touched mine, just, gently at first, but within a few seconds urgency overspilled.“Nick,” I gasped, thoughts, emotions and desire spinning inside me. “What—?” “Ah, you feel and taste amazing. I knew you would. I want you, Laura. I want to hear you come again. I want to feel your pussy around my dick and your little body in my arms. I want to have what Josh has with you. I want you to be mine too.”Oh my God.I didn’t get a chance to respond, because he was kissing me again, hard and desperate. His tongue delving deep and his stubble raking over my chin. I was glad to be pinned to the door, because his frenetic determination to kiss and get close to me had my knees watery and weak and my stomach doing wild somersaults. I never thought Nick would want me. But it seemed he did.I kissed him back, showing him with my mouth and my tongue how much I approved of his advances. I wanted him too. Desperately.Oh, my God, what are we doing?I struggled and twisted from his kiss. “Nick, we can’t, what about Josh?” How could I do this again, come between them? I was such a selfish cow.“It’s okay, it will be okay,” he said breathlessly, his body pressing into mine and holding me secure.“But we can’t go behind his back, we can’t do this and—”“Shh.” His lips were hovering over mine. “Josh will understand, in fact he’ll be thrilled if we get it together.” He kissed me again.“Nick,” I mumbled into his mouth. “I—”“And it’s not behind his back, we’ll tell him the minute he gets in. Josh will be cool with it, like I said before, I know him better than he knows himself.”“Are you sure?” I searched his eyes, desperate to see the truth in what he was saying.“Yes, Josh will understand, perfectly, Laura, things are different now, trust me.”I swallowed tightly and tried to keep sight of rational thought through my foggy haze of lust.“Laura, do you want me?” Nick’s voice was tense, fraught.“Yes, oh, yes, but I don’t know how when I want Josh too.” I shook my head, confusion spinning in my brain. “But yes, Nick, yes, I care about you so much and I want you too.”The twitching muscle in his cheek was hammering along at an alarming pace. “And you understand me?” he asked through gritted teeth.“Yes, I do, I really understand you, what you want and what you need.” “So what the hell are we waiting for?”“But, Josh—?”“This will make Josh’s fucking day. I promise.”Okay, I’m persuaded.It was me who kissed Nick this time, my need and want billowing up my body and pouring out through my lips.He groaned, captured my wrists in one hand and hoisted them way above my head. With his other, he palmed my breasts.I arched my back, always wanting more on my breasts. The sensation of wet material and firm big hands was exquisitely rough and I gave into my greed.His kisses traveled across my damp cheek and down my dripping neck. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this again for a woman,” he gasped. “But I can’t help myself with you.”“Nick, oh, God, please...”He grabbed the base of my skirt and yanked the small scrap of material upward, over my hips. There was tightness around my buttocks and a ripping sound. My thong being swiftly removed.Finally he released my wrists, but only so he could tear open his fly.I grabbed his shoulders, unable to bear a moment of no connection. His hard muscles were tight and moving frantically.“Ah, sweet baby,” he said, slamming my body into the door with his own. “I need to get inside you.” In one swift move he lifted me up so we were face level.I wrapped my legs around his waist. My wet clothes stuck to his now damp ones, but I barely registered the cold anymore. His plump cock was nudging at my entrance. His hard, wide head prodding forward. Getting him inside me was all that mattered.A strobe of lightning filled the now dark hallway, thunder bellowed alongside it. He tunneled right to the hilt on the first thrust, his cock long and rigid. Our cries mingled with the thunder shaking the cottage.“Ah, yeah, that’s amazing,” he ground out. “Ah, fuck, Laura. Is this what you want?”I locked my feet in the small of his back, cupped his sharply stubbled cheeks in my palms. “Yes, I want you to be part of me too,” I panted onto his lips. “So fuck me, Nick, make me come again.”It was as though something in him snapped. If he’d been wild before, now he was positively animalistic. He shunted in, pulled out, forged back in harder. I hung on for the wild ride, my back pressed against the door and my thighs clinging to his waist. His thrusts were too jarring for us to kiss. It was all about satisfaction, increasing the speed, the friction, the pressure building in our bodies.I shouted out, loud and abandoned to let him know how fabulous he was making me feel.His hair-covered pubic bone ground up into my clit and his steel-hard cock bashed over my swollen G-spot. With alarming swiftness he delivered me a mind- blowing orgasm. “Ah, Nick, I’m coming, oh...oh, yes...” I found his mouth and tried to kiss him, but I had no control of my lips as a climax stormed through me. There was more lightning and thunder around us, above us, but what exploded in my body was so tremendous, so awe-inspiring, all I could do was sob out my release.“Oh...my...God...” He froze. After such frenzied thrusting, he suddenly stilled, pulled in a breath so deep his chest crushed me into the door. “Ah, ah, ah, ah...”As my pussy quivered around his cock warmth spread inside me. I sank my hips down as hard as I could, feeling the softness of his balls on my ass as I took every last inch of his pulsating cock.“Oh, Laura, Laura, Laura,” he gasped, kissing me again. “It has never been like that with a woman for me, never been so wild and desperate and my passion reciprocated like that, you’re stunning.”“You’re not so bad yourself.”He pulled out and gently lowered my feet to the floor.I felt dizzy, my pussy humming and twitching through the last shreds of my orgasm.He tucked his cock away and reached for my ripped thong. “Sorry, I’ll buy you more.”I took it from him. “Don’t worry about it.” I shivered and tipped my head, dragged in a deep breath. There was a distant beeping sound. “What’s that?”“A house alarm.” He reached forward and tenderly pushed my straggly hair out of my face. “I guess the storm has cut the electricity to the village, it often happens.” Despite what we’d just done one thought filled my mind. “Damn, I won’t be able to cook dinner for you and Josh.”He stooped and picked up my bag from the farm shop. “Go shower, baby, warm up. I’ll figure something out for us to eat.” He gave me a lopsided grin. A grin that was so far removed from the tight smiles he’d given me when I’d first arrived at Barn View that my heart swelled with joy. It seemed I’d just made him as happy as he’d made me.I stood under hot water, shampooing my hair and thinking of what I’d done with Nick and all that it meant. He’d been like a man possessed. I’d felt like a woman possessed. All the new thoughts and feelings I’d had for him had erupted into a crazy, consuming passion. It had burst out as loud and as powerful as any storm. And now, now the overwhelming emotion was one of completion, a deep, pit-of-the-stomach satisfaction. Sleeping with Josh, feeling him hold me, inside me, was one of the most beautiful things that had happened in a very long time, if ever. But it wasn’t until Nick had plunged into my depths, gazed at me with want and desire, that I realized something had been missing.I need Nick the same way I need Josh.
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The Glass Knot is available from Amazon
Welcome to Sunday Snog. Here's a smooch from The Glass Knot which just happens to be at the bargain price of 99c/99p for a few days only!
Back Cover Information
What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man?
This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her.
But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally.
Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most.
Several cars passed by, their tires hissing through the growing puddles. A bus splashed water up from the gutter, soaking my feet. Eventually, I pushed my way through the garden gate. Water dripped off the end of my nose, and as a streak of lightning was accompanied by a wild clap of thunder, I ran the last few steps up to the door. It wasn’t locked and I barged in, my breaths short and my clothes sticking to my skin.“I was just coming to look for you.” Nick stood in the center of the hallway with his feet hip width apart and car keys in hand.I slammed the door and leaned back against it, catching my breath. I blinked away rain drops and looked at him as a blinding flash of lightning seared through the bay window. His outline flickered, his face coming twice, three times into brilliant, bright definition.“It’s horrid out there.” I put the bag on the floor, being careful to place it on the hessian mat and not on the wooden flooring. “I should have a towel before I drip everywhere.”There was not a dry square inch on my whole body. My t-shirt had become see-through, my thin lace bra outlined in detail, and my nipples, much to my embarrassment, could be clearly made out.I shivered as trickles of water ran from the hem of my short skirt onto my knees and down my shins. Pulled my wet hair from where it had stuck to my cheeks, and looked at Nick again.He was staring at me, lips parted, brows low, eyes ablaze.A huge crack of thunder roared around us.Suddenly I didn’t feel so chilled anymore. There was something wild about his expression that was making me as hot as hell. My heart skipped, like a stone over a pond, tripping and fast.His keys landed on the hard floor with a noisy clatter. “Nick?”Silence.“Nick, what is it?”Silence.“Nick, you’re scaring me.”“Not half as fucking much as I’m scaring myself.” His sizzling gaze roamed my body, from my head right down to my toes. The hairs on my arms rose, goosebumps attacked me, my nipples jutted out even farther.“What...what do you mean?” I asked.“I need to try something.”Between one gasping breath and the next he was in front of me. His nostrils flared and his teeth gritted as he harnessed my wrists and pinned them to the door on either side of my head.“Nick, I...what...?”He dropped his head to mine, his lips just a hair’s-breadth away. I could see flecks of amber at the base of his irises, like whiskey glinting through crystal.“Keep still,” he snapped.I sucked in a sharp breath, breathed in his darkly spiced scent.“Don’t move,” he murmured, a twitch tugging at his cheek.His lips touched mine, just, gently at first, but within a few seconds urgency overspilled.“Nick,” I gasped, thoughts, emotions and desire spinning inside me. “What—?” “Ah, you feel and taste amazing. I knew you would. I want you, Laura. I want to hear you come again. I want to feel your pussy around my dick and your little body in my arms. I want to have what Josh has with you. I want you to be mine too.”Oh my God.I didn’t get a chance to respond, because he was kissing me again, hard and desperate. His tongue delving deep and his stubble raking over my chin. I was glad to be pinned to the door, because his frenetic determination to kiss and get close to me had my knees watery and weak and my stomach doing wild somersaults. I never thought Nick would want me. But it seemed he did.I kissed him back, showing him with my mouth and my tongue how much I approved of his advances. I wanted him too. Desperately.Oh, my God, what are we doing?I struggled and twisted from his kiss. “Nick, we can’t, what about Josh?” How could I do this again, come between them? I was such a selfish cow.“It’s okay, it will be okay,” he said breathlessly, his body pressing into mine and holding me secure.“But we can’t go behind his back, we can’t do this and—”“Shh.” His lips were hovering over mine. “Josh will understand, in fact he’ll be thrilled if we get it together.” He kissed me again.“Nick,” I mumbled into his mouth. “I—”“And it’s not behind his back, we’ll tell him the minute he gets in. Josh will be cool with it, like I said before, I know him better than he knows himself.”“Are you sure?” I searched his eyes, desperate to see the truth in what he was saying.“Yes, Josh will understand, perfectly, Laura, things are different now, trust me.”I swallowed tightly and tried to keep sight of rational thought through my foggy haze of lust.“Laura, do you want me?” Nick’s voice was tense, fraught.“Yes, oh, yes, but I don’t know how when I want Josh too.” I shook my head, confusion spinning in my brain. “But yes, Nick, yes, I care about you so much and I want you too.”The twitching muscle in his cheek was hammering along at an alarming pace. “And you understand me?” he asked through gritted teeth.“Yes, I do, I really understand you, what you want and what you need.” “So what the hell are we waiting for?”“But, Josh—?”“This will make Josh’s fucking day. I promise.”Okay, I’m persuaded.It was me who kissed Nick this time, my need and want billowing up my body and pouring out through my lips.He groaned, captured my wrists in one hand and hoisted them way above my head. With his other, he palmed my breasts.I arched my back, always wanting more on my breasts. The sensation of wet material and firm big hands was exquisitely rough and I gave into my greed.His kisses traveled across my damp cheek and down my dripping neck. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this again for a woman,” he gasped. “But I can’t help myself with you.”“Nick, oh, God, please...”He grabbed the base of my skirt and yanked the small scrap of material upward, over my hips. There was tightness around my buttocks and a ripping sound. My thong being swiftly removed.Finally he released my wrists, but only so he could tear open his fly.I grabbed his shoulders, unable to bear a moment of no connection. His hard muscles were tight and moving frantically.“Ah, sweet baby,” he said, slamming my body into the door with his own. “I need to get inside you.” In one swift move he lifted me up so we were face level.I wrapped my legs around his waist. My wet clothes stuck to his now damp ones, but I barely registered the cold anymore. His plump cock was nudging at my entrance. His hard, wide head prodding forward. Getting him inside me was all that mattered.A strobe of lightning filled the now dark hallway, thunder bellowed alongside it. He tunneled right to the hilt on the first thrust, his cock long and rigid. Our cries mingled with the thunder shaking the cottage.“Ah, yeah, that’s amazing,” he ground out. “Ah, fuck, Laura. Is this what you want?”I locked my feet in the small of his back, cupped his sharply stubbled cheeks in my palms. “Yes, I want you to be part of me too,” I panted onto his lips. “So fuck me, Nick, make me come again.”It was as though something in him snapped. If he’d been wild before, now he was positively animalistic. He shunted in, pulled out, forged back in harder. I hung on for the wild ride, my back pressed against the door and my thighs clinging to his waist. His thrusts were too jarring for us to kiss. It was all about satisfaction, increasing the speed, the friction, the pressure building in our bodies.I shouted out, loud and abandoned to let him know how fabulous he was making me feel.His hair-covered pubic bone ground up into my clit and his steel-hard cock bashed over my swollen G-spot. With alarming swiftness he delivered me a mind- blowing orgasm. “Ah, Nick, I’m coming, oh...oh, yes...” I found his mouth and tried to kiss him, but I had no control of my lips as a climax stormed through me. There was more lightning and thunder around us, above us, but what exploded in my body was so tremendous, so awe-inspiring, all I could do was sob out my release.“Oh...my...God...” He froze. After such frenzied thrusting, he suddenly stilled, pulled in a breath so deep his chest crushed me into the door. “Ah, ah, ah, ah...”As my pussy quivered around his cock warmth spread inside me. I sank my hips down as hard as I could, feeling the softness of his balls on my ass as I took every last inch of his pulsating cock.“Oh, Laura, Laura, Laura,” he gasped, kissing me again. “It has never been like that with a woman for me, never been so wild and desperate and my passion reciprocated like that, you’re stunning.”“You’re not so bad yourself.”He pulled out and gently lowered my feet to the floor.I felt dizzy, my pussy humming and twitching through the last shreds of my orgasm.He tucked his cock away and reached for my ripped thong. “Sorry, I’ll buy you more.”I took it from him. “Don’t worry about it.” I shivered and tipped my head, dragged in a deep breath. There was a distant beeping sound. “What’s that?”“A house alarm.” He reached forward and tenderly pushed my straggly hair out of my face. “I guess the storm has cut the electricity to the village, it often happens.” Despite what we’d just done one thought filled my mind. “Damn, I won’t be able to cook dinner for you and Josh.”He stooped and picked up my bag from the farm shop. “Go shower, baby, warm up. I’ll figure something out for us to eat.” He gave me a lopsided grin. A grin that was so far removed from the tight smiles he’d given me when I’d first arrived at Barn View that my heart swelled with joy. It seemed I’d just made him as happy as he’d made me.I stood under hot water, shampooing my hair and thinking of what I’d done with Nick and all that it meant. He’d been like a man possessed. I’d felt like a woman possessed. All the new thoughts and feelings I’d had for him had erupted into a crazy, consuming passion. It had burst out as loud and as powerful as any storm. And now, now the overwhelming emotion was one of completion, a deep, pit-of-the-stomach satisfaction. Sleeping with Josh, feeling him hold me, inside me, was one of the most beautiful things that had happened in a very long time, if ever. But it wasn’t until Nick had plunged into my depths, gazed at me with want and desire, that I realized something had been missing.I need Nick the same way I need Josh.
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The Glass Knot is available from Amazon
August 28, 2015
Sexy Has It ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors #MSS107
On sale sexy novel - The Glass Knot - 99c/99p at Amazon only
Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week a 'sexy has it' moment from my menage a trois novel The Glass Knot which just happens to be on sale over the long summer bank holiday weekend.
Back Cover Information
What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man?
This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her.
But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally.
Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most.
“Josh, oh, I’ve missed you so much. I want you.”“And you’re going to get me,” he said, dropping down and taking my mouth in a kiss that left no doubt in my mind exactly what was going to happen next.We both struggled with my skinny jeans. I twisted and kicked, and my sandals flew off, forgotten. Hay poked at my buttocks, tickled my thighs. Impatience swelled as my pants proved stubborn slipping over my feet.Eventually, I lay beneath him, half naked and my pussy buzzing for connection with his cock.He lifted his head and sucked in a heavy breath. His eyes were a wild dark blue, the color of a mountain lake, the sky before a storm.“Josh, please, now.”With deft movements he rolled on a condom and positioned the head of his cock at my slick entrance. He hooked his arm behind one of my knees, tugged upwards and stretched me wide and open. I lifted my other leg and dug my heel into the hard orb of his ass, spreading myself ready for his invasion.He hovered over me.I was just about to tell him to get on with it when he blasted in.“Argh, oh God...” I cried. Pain and pleasure mingled ferociously. I hadn’t been expecting such a rapid and thick filling“Shit, sorry.” He froze.I twisted my head in the hay and arched my back. “No, no, oh, please don’t stop, it’s amazing, oh Josh, just fuck me.”“I want you so bad but I don’t want to hurt you.”“You’re not. Please, take me. Like you did before.”He groaned long and low and shoved his cock into me so completely his balls mashed against my ass.I hid my face in his neck, nipped his taut tendons with my teeth. Loving the sensation his big dick created deep within me, and the way the hardness of his pubic bone ground over my clit.“You feel even better than I remember,” Josh whispered hotly into the shell of my ear. “So wet and warm and tight.”
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The Glass Knot is only available from Amazon.
Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week a 'sexy has it' moment from my menage a trois novel The Glass Knot which just happens to be on sale over the long summer bank holiday weekend.
Back Cover Information
What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man?
This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her.
But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally.
Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most.
“Josh, oh, I’ve missed you so much. I want you.”“And you’re going to get me,” he said, dropping down and taking my mouth in a kiss that left no doubt in my mind exactly what was going to happen next.We both struggled with my skinny jeans. I twisted and kicked, and my sandals flew off, forgotten. Hay poked at my buttocks, tickled my thighs. Impatience swelled as my pants proved stubborn slipping over my feet.Eventually, I lay beneath him, half naked and my pussy buzzing for connection with his cock.He lifted his head and sucked in a heavy breath. His eyes were a wild dark blue, the color of a mountain lake, the sky before a storm.“Josh, please, now.”With deft movements he rolled on a condom and positioned the head of his cock at my slick entrance. He hooked his arm behind one of my knees, tugged upwards and stretched me wide and open. I lifted my other leg and dug my heel into the hard orb of his ass, spreading myself ready for his invasion.He hovered over me.I was just about to tell him to get on with it when he blasted in.“Argh, oh God...” I cried. Pain and pleasure mingled ferociously. I hadn’t been expecting such a rapid and thick filling“Shit, sorry.” He froze.I twisted my head in the hay and arched my back. “No, no, oh, please don’t stop, it’s amazing, oh Josh, just fuck me.”“I want you so bad but I don’t want to hurt you.”“You’re not. Please, take me. Like you did before.”He groaned long and low and shoved his cock into me so completely his balls mashed against my ass.I hid my face in his neck, nipped his taut tendons with my teeth. Loving the sensation his big dick created deep within me, and the way the hardness of his pubic bone ground over my clit.“You feel even better than I remember,” Josh whispered hotly into the shell of my ear. “So wet and warm and tight.”
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Spankings from my GBLT erotic romance Dark Warrior
Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a few from Dark Warrior which is my sexy MM novel set in Kenya.
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While some passions live on the surface, others—wilder, darker passions—have to be kept buried deep.
Dr. Leo Rotherham is following his calling by working in rural Kenya for the charity Medics On Hand. While he expected a primitive way of life and limited medical supplies, what he doesn’t bargain on is falling for handsome village warrior, Malik.
Malik is well respected, knowledgeable and loyal to his tribe. He’s also beautiful, brave, modern and, much to Leo’s dismay, married—isn’t he?
No, it turns out Malik is as free as the animals that roam the African plains at night.
Soon the tension is building between the two men and Leo isn’t sure if he’s coming or going. Whenever he’s around Malik he can’t help but notice the reflected look of lust in his eyes and feel the longing sizzling between them.
Malik stands too close, not close enough. Forbidden attraction simmers between them and the need grows to dizzying heights. But dare they admit to each other what it is they want? And are they brave enough to act on their desires and be honest about their lust? One thing is for sure, a passion this big, this powerful, can’t be contained and it’s all going to explode in the most spectacular of ways.
Still Malik rubbed and massaged Leo’s buttocks, pushing them in big circles. The flesh was taut and didn’t give much, the skin at his crack stretched on the outward rotation making him moan with the sensual burn of it.His hole was on show. He knew it, rude and ready for Malik to use as he wanted. Leo hoped he would keep his promise of hard and fast. It was what he needed after such a sexual dry spell.A string of slaps hit his left buttock. The sound echoed around the small room and sung through Leo’s ears.He loved the heat, the burn of a slap. How did Malik just get that? He moaned—a happy grumble that came up from his chest and vibrated through his throat. It was cut short when cool pressure circled the wrinkled skin of his anus.“Let me in,” Malik said, pushing his finger in right up to his knuckle.Leo forced himself to relax and relished that first touch, that first moment of being penetrated by Malik. “More,” he demanded, pushing his arse backward.“Here.”Another slippery digit found its way in.Leo dropped his forehead to the bed. All he wanted to do was concentrate on thisluscious invasion.“Damn, you’re tight,” Malik murmured. “Tight and hot and I can’t wait to sink my bigdick deep. So deep you’ll think it’s coming out of your throat.”
To enjoy Leo and Malik's steamy story please purchase from Pride Publishing, Amazon or any other good ebook retailers. Enjoy the rest of your Saturday Spankings!
Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a few from Dark Warrior which is my sexy MM novel set in Kenya.
Back Cover Information
While some passions live on the surface, others—wilder, darker passions—have to be kept buried deep.
Dr. Leo Rotherham is following his calling by working in rural Kenya for the charity Medics On Hand. While he expected a primitive way of life and limited medical supplies, what he doesn’t bargain on is falling for handsome village warrior, Malik.
Malik is well respected, knowledgeable and loyal to his tribe. He’s also beautiful, brave, modern and, much to Leo’s dismay, married—isn’t he?
No, it turns out Malik is as free as the animals that roam the African plains at night.
Soon the tension is building between the two men and Leo isn’t sure if he’s coming or going. Whenever he’s around Malik he can’t help but notice the reflected look of lust in his eyes and feel the longing sizzling between them.
Malik stands too close, not close enough. Forbidden attraction simmers between them and the need grows to dizzying heights. But dare they admit to each other what it is they want? And are they brave enough to act on their desires and be honest about their lust? One thing is for sure, a passion this big, this powerful, can’t be contained and it’s all going to explode in the most spectacular of ways.
Still Malik rubbed and massaged Leo’s buttocks, pushing them in big circles. The flesh was taut and didn’t give much, the skin at his crack stretched on the outward rotation making him moan with the sensual burn of it.His hole was on show. He knew it, rude and ready for Malik to use as he wanted. Leo hoped he would keep his promise of hard and fast. It was what he needed after such a sexual dry spell.A string of slaps hit his left buttock. The sound echoed around the small room and sung through Leo’s ears.He loved the heat, the burn of a slap. How did Malik just get that? He moaned—a happy grumble that came up from his chest and vibrated through his throat. It was cut short when cool pressure circled the wrinkled skin of his anus.“Let me in,” Malik said, pushing his finger in right up to his knuckle.Leo forced himself to relax and relished that first touch, that first moment of being penetrated by Malik. “More,” he demanded, pushing his arse backward.“Here.”Another slippery digit found its way in.Leo dropped his forehead to the bed. All he wanted to do was concentrate on thisluscious invasion.“Damn, you’re tight,” Malik murmured. “Tight and hot and I can’t wait to sink my bigdick deep. So deep you’ll think it’s coming out of your throat.”
To enjoy Leo and Malik's steamy story please purchase from Pride Publishing, Amazon or any other good ebook retailers. Enjoy the rest of your Saturday Spankings!
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