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100th Sunday Snog - calling all authors!

On the 22nd September Victoria Blisse is celebrating the 100th Sunday Snog at blissekiss.co.uk and she's looking for 100 authors to join in with 100 kissing excerpts and a prize giveaway on their blog. It's a huge event hoping to raise some money for Médecins Sans Frontières (doctors without boarders) and the brilliant work they do too. Lets kiss it better for those in need.
Please note a kiss from any book of any heat level of any pairing is welcome at the Sunday Snog. It doesn't even have to be a kiss on the lips, feel free to use your imagination!
For more info check here:
http://blissekiss.co.uk/100th/
And if you need more details or help getting set up for the snog then please email Victoria at (no spaces) victoria @ victoriablisse.co .uk and she'll do all she can to answer your questions.

Look who’s here...It’s Jenny Kane!!

For the past 9 years I’ve been writing away under the pen name Kay Jaybee - and WOW- have I had the most fun!!
14 solo publications, 3 new novels lined up, press appearances, erotic readings, modelling sessions, and even been up for a Best Author award! Let’s face it, I’ve done everything (and more) that I have ever wanted to do - except one thing.
That ‘one thing’ was to have a novel published outside of the erotica genre. This isn’t because I’m ashamed of what I do, or because I don’t consider erotica ‘real writing’ - far from it - but simply so I could prove to myself I could do it - that I could write something that didn’t have sex as the lynchpin of the story.
And, after years of deliberating over whether I was brave enough to step outside of my erotic comfort zone, I have finally dipped my toe into the world of contemporary romance- and so the new me has been born!
May I introduce you to Jenny Kane!!
My very first novel as Jenny is called AnotherCup of Coffee !!


Here’s the blurb...
Thirteen years ago Amy Crane ran away from everyone and everything she knew, ending up in an unfamiliar city with no obvious past and no idea of her future. Now, though, that past has just arrived on her doorstep, in the shape of an old music cassette that Amy hasn’t seen since she was at university.
Digging out her long-neglected Walkman, Amy listens to the lyrics that soundtracked her student days. As long-buried memories are wrenched from the places in her mind where she’s kept them safely locked away for over a decade, Amy is suddenly tired of hiding.
It’s time to confront everything about her life. Time to find all the friends she left behind in England, when her heart got broken and the life she was building for herself was shattered. Time to make sense of all the feelings she’s been bottling up for all this time. And most of all, it’s time to discover why Jack has sent her tape back to her now, after all these years…
With her mantra, New life, New job, New home, playing on a continuous loop in her head, Amy gears herself up with yet another a bucket-sized cup of coffee, as she goes forth to lay the ghost of first love to rest...
I did worry at first that it would be difficult to write this novel. That I’d be itching to pop in the occasional sex scene just so I’d feel on safe ground- but to my surprise that didn’t happen once. Perhaps it was because one of the main characters is an erotica writer, who I can naturally relate to, and that a great deal of the action (as the title would suggest) takes place in coffee shops (my spiritual home!)
I confess however, I am nervous about unleashing Another Cup of Coffee on the world - what if no one likes it? What if it flops? What if I’m never asked to write another romance again????? EEEKKK- Paranoid thoughts- maybe, but quite normal for us writer types I assure you!!
I guess I’ll just have to wait and see if people enjoy my non sexy work as well as my kink- if you fancy seeing what all the fuss is about- then you can order your copy of Another Cup of Coffee here...
Amazon UK    Amazon US
Thanks again for letting me visit you today, Lily.
Jenny xx



Bio
Jenny Kane is the author of the contemporary romance Another Cup of Coffee (Accent Press, 2013). This is Jenny’s first novel, but more are in the pipeline... 
Keep your eye on her blog at www.jennykane.co.uk
You can also follow Jenny- 
Twitter @JennyKaneAuthor https://twitter.com/JennyKaneAuthor
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/JennyKaneRomance?ref=hl  
Jenny also writes as the erotica author Kay Jaybee.
As Kay she has written several novels, novella’s and short stories, including,  The Retreat, (Xcite 2013), The Voyeur, (Xcite 2012), Making Him Wait(Sweetmeats, 2012), The Perfect Submissive (Xcite, 2012), Digging Deep, A Sticky Situation (Xcite 2012), and The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012). Details of all Kay’s work can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk 

Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog, this week a smooch from The Virgin, book #1 in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy. Be warned, it's not a kiss on the lips!


I glanced around the busy room to make sure no one was watching, then slid off my chair. The white tablecloth only reached three quarters of the way to the vintage-style flooring and wouldn’t fully hide me should anyone look our way, but given that we were in a corner, I could only hope that what I was about to do would go unnoticed. It was pretty dark under the table, and the centre pole pressed into my side as I crawled across to rest my forearms on his thighs.“Zara, I really don’t think—” His voice was strung with tension, the words tumbling down beneath the table in an angry, anxious, whispered flow.I wondered if he’d be able to go through with it. Let his propriety go for just a few minutes and be the bad boy that I knew nestled in the far corners of his soul.“Shh!” I whispered. “Shh and keep still.”I unzipped his trousers then pulled his cock out, licking my lips in anticipation of swallowing his growing hardness whole.He shifted closer as he tried to bat me away, his actions conflicting but hiding nothing from me. He wanted it as much as I did.And fuck did I want it. I needed to purge That Man out of my head, and giving Victor pleasure and teaching him to be naughty in public was my way of doing it. I knew Victor would be uncomfortable, probably getting redder by the minute, and a thrill went through me at having such control.I licked his tip—pre-cum there already—then smiled at him being so excited that he was leaking. His flavour burst on my tongue, and I savoured it, staring at his expanding cock, salivating. Instead of a teasing dance with my lips, I plunged him deep inside.He gasped, his legs snapping together, and I elbowed them open, wedging myself between them. From my previous oral forays, I’d gathered he loved a blowjob and would be hard pressed not to come.I pulled up, sucking hard, then slid down again until his pubes tickled my lips. I inhaled the scent of his curls, the musky odour making my cunt leak as I bobbed my head up and down, fast and steady.“Christ, Zara, don’t...”“Are you ready to order, sir?” a woman asked.I sucked on.“Um, uh... Not just yet.” He’d sounded in pain.I smiled around his cock and, as I eased up, scraped my teeth over the head. “My...oh...my dinner guest is indisposed at present. Perhaps,” he cleared his throat, “you’d give me another five minutes?” Five minutes was too long.“Of course, sir.”I took him deep, his tip touching the back of my throat.“Oh, God,” he whispered. “I’m...stop, please stop!”I ignored him, letting him plunder my mouth as he raised his hips, the small movement belying his request. His vein throbbed, and I helped him along by massaging him with one hand while stroking his balls with the other. His cock thickened a second before cum shot out in bursts, hot wetness smacking into the back of my throat. I swallowed everything he gave, listening to his soft “Ah, ah, ah”, and he lowered his hands under the table to grip at my hair. He fisted it, pulled hard, and another, final stream burst from him, flowing over my tongue. I drew up, letting his pulsing cock leave my mouth, and carefully tucked him away. He released my hair and, backing up, I ran my fingers through it, hoping it was tidy enough not to give off that I’ve-been-sucking-my-dinner-date-under-the-table look.Back in my seat, I studied him. His face was indeed flushed, and his bottom lip trembled with a tic. He stared at me, and I picked up on his silent question: What the hell were you thinking?“That’s better,” I said, giving him a smile then licking my lips.“Zara, you are so bad. Too bad.”I smirked and looked away. And wished I hadn’t. That Man sat two tables across from us, his face like thunder, his eyes also sending me a message: I saw that. I saw everything you just did.

Find out more about the Sexy as Hell Trilogy on the Harlem Dae website. And look out for the other two books in the series, The Player and The Vixen.

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

Welcome to Saturday Spankings. Here's a few from The Virgin, book #1 in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy. Zara has taken Victor to the sex den she works at in Soho, London and is treating him to a few spanks with a paddle as he watches a very unusual show from a private viewing room.


“Oh, God,” Victor groaned.“That’s it,” I said, “come, come for me now and take all this pain with you.” But he didn’t come, he just kept on taking the slaps as The Harlequin stood, removed the costume and raised the snake in the air.“She’s a fucking man!” Victor said, dropping his hands from the window and stepping backwards. “Jesus Christ, a man with tits like that. And what the hell just happened, he came with the snake around his cock, fucking hell, too bloody freaky...”“Yeah, but look at your dick.” I chucked the paddle onto the chair, gripped his chin and harnessed his attention. “He turned you on. Did you ever think a spank and a bloke would get the great Victor Partridge just about coming all over the wall in a sex den?”He gripped my wrists, hard, yanked them upwards, towards his chest. My whole body jerked into his, our chests colliding.A wild, feral flash seared over his white-hot eyes as he forced me backwards, up against the wall, his movements swift and strong.Finally, I could see what I’d been searching for.

Secondary characters are getting their own short stories, including The Harlequin - coming soon.
Newest Amazon review for The Virgin...
First you must be open minded about BDSM, then you must be able to read it in a solitary place because you are going to get hot and bothered. At first I didn't think I would like it, then I could not put it down. The tension holds for the entire book. 50 Shades is bogus next to this gem. You are going to be buying all the books in the series and looking for more from Lily Harlem and Miss Dae. I think you will like what you read. Just try not to read it on the bus.
Find out more about Sexy as Hell and read the free magazine on the Harlem Dae website.

Oh Get A Grip!

Please  join me over at Oh Get A Grip! where I am chatting about using real people as inspiration for my writing.

Hello Germany!

I know I have quite a few readers in Germany and I just wanted to take the opportunity to say hi and share this link to German Amazon. My books are all available to purchase there, though not in German language, sadly, but in English. Funnily enough I did study German at school many moons ago and occasionally attempt to muddle through a conversation! I've also visited several times on trips with friends and Mr H, to visit family spending time there and to sightsee. I adore the Black Forest region and exploring the small, picturesque villages that are off the tourist trail.

First Chapter Free - Grand Slam

That's right, you can read the entire first chapter of Grand Slam for FREE on D Renee Bagby's First Chapter blog!

Shower anyone?

Grand Slam is going on Tour!

Virtual book tour, that is! Lucy and I will be guest blogging and running an awesome giveaway at these sites during September:

2nd September: http://simplyali.com/
3rd September: http://dawnsreadingnook.blogspot.com/
4th September: http://wowfromthescarfprincess.blogspot.com/
5th September: http://louisabacio.blogspot.com
6th September: http://www.liv-honeywell.com/
9th September: http://delightedreader.com/
10th September: http://www.michellegrahambooks.com/
11th September: http://galestanley.blogspot.com/
12th September: http://adrianakraft.com/blog/
13th September: http://www.yougottaread.com
We hope you’ll stop by and see us on tour!
Here’s our blog tour page.

Weekend Writing Warriors #WeWrWa

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. Here is a sexy little snippet taken from a shower scene in my newly released erotic romance Grand Slam, co-authored with Lucy Felthouse.


He kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth, sweeping around ’til he found mine.I gave as good as I got, holding him to me tight, again not caring about water or cum stains on my dress.Another shiver of pleasure attacked his body and I squeezed him to me tighter.He slid his fingers into my hair, holding me firm as his kiss intensified. I hadn’t orgasmed but I was tingling all over, my knees weak, my breaths hard to catch.Eventually he pulled away but kept his lips hovering over mine. “You’re making me break rules,” he said with a shake of his head.“I get the feeling you’ve always been a rule breaker, Travis, I don’t think I have anything to do with it.”


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 so shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I bury 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 is certain, being not just master of the court but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.



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