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June 23, 2012
Courting Passion by Elizabeth Lapthorne
OUT NOW!!!!!- and I've read it, its fab :-)
BlurbBook two in The Agency Series
Garth and Katherine try to find the mole within the Agency. They must follow the trail of two killers and use their wits and growing trust in each other to survive their mission.
Katherine Hitchins initially believes Garth Spenser to be the mole she is trying to uncover within the Agency. With the casual arrogance of so many cowboy Agents he fires her senses. Chemistry crackles between them. She finally has to admit this isn’t the traitor she seeks.
Together they must race to uncover who the real mole is, while trying to find the man responsible for kidnapping and torturing Garth’s partner and murdering Katherine’s old partner in cold blood. As they get closer to the answers they seek the sexual tension between them skyrockets and soon they both find themselves breaking more rules than they had ever thought possible.
Excerpt
About 24 hours later
Garth locked the two goons into the back seat of their car. Tennent had a bullet in his shoulder so, with his wrists cuffed, there appeared to be no fight left in him. Dixon—currently unconscious—was similarly restrained but posed even less trouble. With both men secure, Garth watched as Jack Berwick assisted Victor into the other car.
Victor, his mentor and one of the few people on earth who truly mattered to Garth, paused as the back door opened. Garth caught Victor's gaze as he looked up at him. Garth nodded at him. Victor acknowledged it and tilted his head in return before making slow, tender progress into the car.
Victor's face was badly cut and bruised from repeated beatings. One eye was swollen shut. Caked blood stained his face. He cradled one arm, the collarbone having been broken, probably in multiple places from the bruises that were already blossoming.
Garth noticed his mentor also walked stiffly, with a noticeable limp as if he wanted to curl in on himself, but still refused to show even a hint of weakness. Garth had a feeling there were other broken bones and internal damage not easily visible. Regardless of all this, Victor was alive and that was the important thing.
They had exchanged a hard drive with all the sensitive data Katherine had mentioned during Garth's 'interrogation' for Victor's life. Their enemy had escaped. Superficially, Oscar Jennings resembled what Garth might look like in twenty or thirty years' time. From the front, in clear light, Garth believed the resemblance between the two men was passing at best.
Despite that, Garth could understand why a few brief glances had the witnesses making statements that pointed fingers his way.
Garth returned his attention to Katherine. Her lower lip trembled as she assisted her partner's comatose body into the back of the ambulance. Two medics crouched on either side, monitoring Tarek's vital signs. With the medics in control there was little he or Katherine could do to assist her partner in any way. Garth had moved aside to give her some time and privacy to say her goodbyes before she handed Tarek's care over.
A ricochet had caught Tarek in the neck during the firefight exchange. They had rushed to stop the bleeding, but it had been touch and go. Tarek clung to life, he needed a hospital's care.
That's the way this industry worked, Garth thought, not unsympathetically. One day you're here, the next you might not be.
Katherine stood and Garth couldn't help himself, he let his gaze linger over endless curves. Soft hair the colour of spun gold was pulled back into a tight chignon. She knelt beside her partner, her large, expressive brown eyes filled with unshed tears.
Desire hit Garth hard. Katherine's full, round breasts strained against the buttons of her shirt. His hands itched to cup them, to hold her luscious body close, to press those silky mounds together and thrust his hard prick up through them.
With effort, Garth pulled himself back under control as Katherine clambered to her feet, pressed her fingertips to her lips then transferred the kiss to Tarek's cheek. She climbed down from the ambulance and waved to the driver that he was clear to go. The siren wailed as they pulled away, the vehicle moving at a fast pace.
Unsteadily, Katherine crossed over to him. Garth rested a hand on her shoulder and guided her away from where the van had stopped. They walked out on to the grass and between the shrubbery that had been planted to separate the green fields from the parking lot.
"Back-up will take at least another ten minutes to get here because of the traffic," he said. "Let's sit on the grass. The place is deserted now. Tarek will be fine. He's in the best possible hands."
"He can't go through all of this for nothing," Katherine insisted. "I won't let this be a waste. He's my partner."
Garth smiled, though it wasn't a humorous gesture. He understood all too well the mixture of fear, anger and overwhelming duty Katherine grappled with.
"Ready to throw out the rule book?" he teased.
She nodded. "Absolutely. It hasn't helped a damn bit on this bloody case. Why not toss it aside?"
Garth's heart twinged for her. He wanted her badly, yes, but more than that—she touched him. Her fierceness, her warrior's courage. She could match him, blow for blow and keep up with him stride for stride. Without conscious thought, he palmed Katherine's jaw, turned her mouth to his and kissed her passionately.
Find out more about Elizabeth Lapthorne and her books here
Lily x
June 22, 2012
Off the Beaten Track by Lucy Felthouse
BLURB
When workaholic Libby Strong’s friends and family make her take a long overdue holiday, she’s not impressed. A week of lounging by a swimming pool and doing nothing is not her idea of fun. In an act of rebellion, she books a day trip, touring in a jeep. When her guide arrives, Libby’s astonished to discover she’s the only patron going on the trip. But as hunky Demetrio takes her off the beaten track and deep into the beautiful Portuguese countryside, she soon leaves her worries behind and hangs on tight for the ride of her life.
Available from:
All Romance eBooks
Resplendence Publishing
1PlaceforRomance.com
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Barnes & Noble
EXCERPT
Libby huffed and puffed as she made her way up the steep slope leading to the rear exit of the hotel complex. She swore the builders had had secret CCTV cameras installed so they could watch people suffer their poor planning for years to come. At least it was early. Had it been lunchtime, she’d surely have passed out with the heat.Ah well, Libby thought as she finally reached the road, it’ll be worth it. This trip is going to be amazing.As she stood on the mercifully flat pavement and got her breath back, a thought niggled at her. Nobody else was here. Panicking, Libby wrenched open her bag and pulled out her paperwork. She examined it, then a glance at her watch confirmed she had both the right date and time. So where was everyone? Yes, she was ten minutes early but surely the others should be here by now? Looking down the slope she’d just ascended, Libby frowned as she saw it was deserted. Everywhere was deserted.Fuck, she thought, perhaps they were all here earlier and they’ve gone without me!The rumble of an engine distracted Libby from her worries. Turning, she saw a jeep trundling down the road towards her. She watched hopefully as the driver pulled the vehicle up beside where she stood and reached into the passenger seat.Picking up a clipboard, the man glanced down, then at her, and said, “You are Libby Strong?”She nodded.The man grinned widely, revealing dimples in both cheeks, and hopped out of the jeep. Walking around the vehicle to where she stood, he held out a hand.“I am Demetrio. Your guide for the day.”Libby took his hand and shook it. It was warm and strong. Much like the rest of him, she suspected, as she gave him a subtle once over. He was tall, with black curly hair to his shoulders, luscious brown eyes and olive skin. A white t-shirt bearing the holiday company’s logo covered his top half—though without obscuring his impressive biceps—and he wore longish tan colored shorts on the bottom. A pair of non-descript white-ish trainers and faded red cap completed his outfit.“I’m Libby,” she said, even though he already knew her name. She was just being polite. “Pleased to meet you.”They broke off the handshake and Demetrio smiled again, then moved to the passenger side of the jeep and pulled open the door.“Please,” he said, gesturing she should get in.Libby did as she was told, but couldn’t help asking the burning question.“Where is everyone else?”Demetrio waited until she was safely in the passenger seat, closed the door and made his way to the driver’s side. He got in, then turned to her.“There is nobody else. You are only person on this trip. You get best views!”He laughed then , the flash of white teeth against olive skin resulting in an unexpected jolt in Libby’s nether regions. She studied his profile for a few seconds, then grudgingly admitted to herself that Demetrio was, in fact, very attractive. Despite the fact she was a red-blooded woman, she rarely noticed such things.Like most people, she’d come on this holiday to recharge her batteries. Unlike most people, she’d been practically forced into it. Libby was somewhat of a workaholic, which left her little time for anything else. It was this fact which had cost her her last relationship. The long working hours, frequent rain checks on their dates and her lack of interest in any kind of affection, let alone sex, had finally caused James to walk away.Libby had barely noticed. She’d just carried on working, and working…until her friends and family had finally intervened. They’d booked the holiday to Portugal, arranged with her boss for her to have the time off, and basically given her little choice but to go.
*****
Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, House of Erotica, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth.
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June 20, 2012
DESSERT - release date July 13th
DESSERT my spicy novella for the Ellora's Cave for Men line will be available from 13th of July. Its rampant and sexy and told from the male point of view, especially designed to get your man hot under the collar and ready for action!!
Blurb
Nyotaimori was new for me, eating my dinner off a beautiful, naked woman an experience I’d never been lucky enough to indulge in. So when a customer treated me to a meal at The Geisha Plate it was an effort to keep my cock under control and my focus on the food. Damn, it had been a while!
But control myself I did until, that is, the spice levels cranked to boiling point and dessert turned out to be a mind-blowing, soul-twistingly delicious blowjob. I instantly craved more.
Plus I’m not a guy who likes debt, I had to return the favor by hook or by crook, it was an urge that threatened to consume me. Luckily my lovely Geisha girl turned out to be the sweetest woman I’d ever had the pleasure of pleasuring, and her healthy appetite for getting raw and naked with me for starters, main course and dessert turned out to be a wild ride for my every fantasy, and enough to keep me more than satisfied in every department.
Excerpt
The sushi and sashimi gradually diminished, my stomach felt full and I have to say, so did my dick. The lovely breasts shifting before me and the absolute physical control our Geisha plate had over her dainty little body could not be ignored.“That was truly delicious,” I said, wiping my fingers on my napkin.“I am glad you approve.”I smiled and licked my lips. The fresh, fragrant flavors hummed gently in my mouth. So many delicious tingles on my tongue and tangy essences had been enjoyed.The curtain drew back and with perfect swiftness waiters removed the now empty leaves from our lovely plate, exposing her slopes and curves in all their lusciousness once again.Another glass of sake was poured and enjoyed.“Thank you so much for accompanying me to The Geisha Plate,” Rai said. “I hope you enjoyed your meal as well as hearing all about Koni’s new products.”“Very much,” I said, my head a little muzzy from the strong rice wine. “I will certainly be interested in contracting stock for both national and international stores.”Rai grinned, balling his rosy cheeks into two apples. That news and the wine had made him flushed too. I was pleased—it made me feel less inept at handling my drink.“I hope you won’t mind,” Rai said, “if I leave you to enjoy dessert alone. Jun will be waiting up for me. Naturally Koni will be picking up the evening’s bill so have whatever you fancy.”“Well, I…” Dessert? Despite the small morsels of sushi, I’d eaten a whole big pile of the stuff. I wasn’t sure I could handle anything more to eat.“Dessert in this restaurant is highly recommended,” Rai said, standing, his expression one of firm insistence.I glanced at our exposed—except for the white flower over her pussy—plate. She was, as she had been throughout the entire meal, completely still, completely passive.Rai held out his hand. I shifted upward and took it.“Enjoy,” he said with a smile. “I will call you next week, with your permission of course, to organize contracts.”“Absolutely, looking forward to it.” I sat back on my cushion. Perhaps something sweet before I caught a cab home would be nice. I was in no rush to get back to my bed—alone. Stretching out on cool sheets and sleeping without being disturbed by another human presence had gotten old several months ago.Rai gave a brief bow, shifted from our booth and drew the heavy curtains up tight.I poured another shot of sake, rasped my hand over my stubbled chin and sighed. Fleetingly, thoughts of our business conversation popped into my mind but before I knew it my gaze was roaming the woman before me and appreciating the sight. Several grains of the rice I’d spilled were still on her flesh. There was also a seaweed-like strand of nori on her right thigh, curled like a question mark. And although the scent of cooking filled the air, I could almost believe that the subtle scent of woman was also tickling my nostrils—petals, sugar and spice.Suddenly she flicked her eyes open. I wouldn’t have noticed except for I was staring at her face when those long lashes fluttered upward.My heart flipped in surprise and a bubble of both suppressed lust and shock popped in my belly.She stared straight up at me with the darkest brown eyes I’d ever seen. Eyes that held such richness and such depth that I could have just jumped straight in and drowned a happy man.She poked out the tip of her tongue, pointed and pink, and swept over the scarlet lipstick at the center of her mouth.My dick responded to the action. It had settled slightly but was instantly heading back to full hardness. I tried to will it into submission but without success. That damn tip of her tongue was just too much for the dirty side of my imagination.She moved her arms, dainty movements but they seemed startling after such a prolonged period of stillness. She rose, her breasts shifting from their side-sloped position to a perfect palmful of softness with heavy undersides. Her nipples stayed jutting out, like ripe cherries topping cupcakes.“Mr. Alan,” she said in a tinkling little voice. “Are you ready for dessert?”“I-I, er, yes…yes.” Why was I stuttering? I never stuttered.The pale corners of her mouth tipped and the reflection of the candles sparkled in her eyes. She slid to the very edge of the table and the flower covering her pussy lips fell to the floor as well as the few remaining grains of rice and the clinging piece of nori.Instinctively I reached for the flower, clasped the short stalk and handed it to her, at the same time wondering what she would use as modesty when she left the booth to order my dessert.“Thank you,” she said. Her voice was almost singsong, music to my ears, a tickle to my cock.I struggled to keep my attention on her face. For although I’d stared at her luscious body for over an hour, now that she was moving there were a whole load of other pretty curves and seductive shapes to appreciate and study. Sexual awareness simmered inside me and the effect of her proximity vibrated in my belly so hard that I was sure she’d be able to feel it in the air.“Please rest back,” she said, nodding to the solid wall that held the bell and the row of candles. I couldn’t have rested on the wall directly behind me, it appeared made of paper with a crisscross of dark wooden struts.I twisted and shuffled backward, the stiff fullness of my dick hindering my movements.“I hope you enjoy your dessert as much as you have enjoyed your main course,” she said, dropping to her knees in the small gap between table and my cushion-style chair.Her shiny raven-black hair spread over her shoulders, several strands skimming the rise of her breast, the blunt ends twirling around her nipples.“Well, yes, I am sure I will. The food here is lovely.”I gulped as she placed elegant hands on my knees. Her nails were long and painted pale pink. Her gaze stayed locked on mine.What is she doing?She smoothed her palms up my thighs. My skin was hypersensitive, I was so turned-on by her nakedness and the rubbing of the cotton on my leg. A new glut of lust shot to my cock. I glanced at the curtain, opened my mouth to speak.“Shh,” she soothed, her eyelids drooping as though heavy with a lust that matched my own. “No one will come in.”“But—”“Just enjoy your dessert, Mr. Alan. For you it is all part of the service at The Geisha Plate.”Her gaze was so intense I could hardly breathe. And when the tips of her fingers brushed the bulge at my groin I did actually stop breathing. Held my breath tight as though I was about to jump into the ocean for a deep-sea dive.She licked her lips, slowly, suggestively, smudging the red blob of lipstick at their center.Is she going to do what I think she is?No!My whole body was strumming with primal tension. My balls ached and boiled, my gut clenched. If I’d felt a little drunk before, now I was as sober as a rock. I was here in the moment, caught up in the spell she’d weaved around me.“Relax,” she said, cupping my dick through my pants. “Relax and let me suck your penis into my mouth.”Fucking hell!Blowing out a breath, I balled my fists. Had I heard her right? Had she really just said she was going to suck my penis into her mouth? Maybe I wasn’t as sober as I thought and I was hearing things I wanted to hear. Because right now, the thought of her sucking my cock was the most beautiful thing I could imagine.She tilted her head, her hair shifting on her shoulders like a river of silk. Her super-long lashes batted against her cheeks. “You would like that, wouldn’t you, Mr. Alan?”What man wouldn’t? This was a dream come true. A blowjob all part of the service.Hell yeah!
Lily x
Blurb
Nyotaimori was new for me, eating my dinner off a beautiful, naked woman an experience I’d never been lucky enough to indulge in. So when a customer treated me to a meal at The Geisha Plate it was an effort to keep my cock under control and my focus on the food. Damn, it had been a while!
But control myself I did until, that is, the spice levels cranked to boiling point and dessert turned out to be a mind-blowing, soul-twistingly delicious blowjob. I instantly craved more.
Plus I’m not a guy who likes debt, I had to return the favor by hook or by crook, it was an urge that threatened to consume me. Luckily my lovely Geisha girl turned out to be the sweetest woman I’d ever had the pleasure of pleasuring, and her healthy appetite for getting raw and naked with me for starters, main course and dessert turned out to be a wild ride for my every fantasy, and enough to keep me more than satisfied in every department.
Excerpt
The sushi and sashimi gradually diminished, my stomach felt full and I have to say, so did my dick. The lovely breasts shifting before me and the absolute physical control our Geisha plate had over her dainty little body could not be ignored.“That was truly delicious,” I said, wiping my fingers on my napkin.“I am glad you approve.”I smiled and licked my lips. The fresh, fragrant flavors hummed gently in my mouth. So many delicious tingles on my tongue and tangy essences had been enjoyed.The curtain drew back and with perfect swiftness waiters removed the now empty leaves from our lovely plate, exposing her slopes and curves in all their lusciousness once again.Another glass of sake was poured and enjoyed.“Thank you so much for accompanying me to The Geisha Plate,” Rai said. “I hope you enjoyed your meal as well as hearing all about Koni’s new products.”“Very much,” I said, my head a little muzzy from the strong rice wine. “I will certainly be interested in contracting stock for both national and international stores.”Rai grinned, balling his rosy cheeks into two apples. That news and the wine had made him flushed too. I was pleased—it made me feel less inept at handling my drink.“I hope you won’t mind,” Rai said, “if I leave you to enjoy dessert alone. Jun will be waiting up for me. Naturally Koni will be picking up the evening’s bill so have whatever you fancy.”“Well, I…” Dessert? Despite the small morsels of sushi, I’d eaten a whole big pile of the stuff. I wasn’t sure I could handle anything more to eat.“Dessert in this restaurant is highly recommended,” Rai said, standing, his expression one of firm insistence.I glanced at our exposed—except for the white flower over her pussy—plate. She was, as she had been throughout the entire meal, completely still, completely passive.Rai held out his hand. I shifted upward and took it.“Enjoy,” he said with a smile. “I will call you next week, with your permission of course, to organize contracts.”“Absolutely, looking forward to it.” I sat back on my cushion. Perhaps something sweet before I caught a cab home would be nice. I was in no rush to get back to my bed—alone. Stretching out on cool sheets and sleeping without being disturbed by another human presence had gotten old several months ago.Rai gave a brief bow, shifted from our booth and drew the heavy curtains up tight.I poured another shot of sake, rasped my hand over my stubbled chin and sighed. Fleetingly, thoughts of our business conversation popped into my mind but before I knew it my gaze was roaming the woman before me and appreciating the sight. Several grains of the rice I’d spilled were still on her flesh. There was also a seaweed-like strand of nori on her right thigh, curled like a question mark. And although the scent of cooking filled the air, I could almost believe that the subtle scent of woman was also tickling my nostrils—petals, sugar and spice.Suddenly she flicked her eyes open. I wouldn’t have noticed except for I was staring at her face when those long lashes fluttered upward.My heart flipped in surprise and a bubble of both suppressed lust and shock popped in my belly.She stared straight up at me with the darkest brown eyes I’d ever seen. Eyes that held such richness and such depth that I could have just jumped straight in and drowned a happy man.She poked out the tip of her tongue, pointed and pink, and swept over the scarlet lipstick at the center of her mouth.My dick responded to the action. It had settled slightly but was instantly heading back to full hardness. I tried to will it into submission but without success. That damn tip of her tongue was just too much for the dirty side of my imagination.She moved her arms, dainty movements but they seemed startling after such a prolonged period of stillness. She rose, her breasts shifting from their side-sloped position to a perfect palmful of softness with heavy undersides. Her nipples stayed jutting out, like ripe cherries topping cupcakes.“Mr. Alan,” she said in a tinkling little voice. “Are you ready for dessert?”“I-I, er, yes…yes.” Why was I stuttering? I never stuttered.The pale corners of her mouth tipped and the reflection of the candles sparkled in her eyes. She slid to the very edge of the table and the flower covering her pussy lips fell to the floor as well as the few remaining grains of rice and the clinging piece of nori.Instinctively I reached for the flower, clasped the short stalk and handed it to her, at the same time wondering what she would use as modesty when she left the booth to order my dessert.“Thank you,” she said. Her voice was almost singsong, music to my ears, a tickle to my cock.I struggled to keep my attention on her face. For although I’d stared at her luscious body for over an hour, now that she was moving there were a whole load of other pretty curves and seductive shapes to appreciate and study. Sexual awareness simmered inside me and the effect of her proximity vibrated in my belly so hard that I was sure she’d be able to feel it in the air.“Please rest back,” she said, nodding to the solid wall that held the bell and the row of candles. I couldn’t have rested on the wall directly behind me, it appeared made of paper with a crisscross of dark wooden struts.I twisted and shuffled backward, the stiff fullness of my dick hindering my movements.“I hope you enjoy your dessert as much as you have enjoyed your main course,” she said, dropping to her knees in the small gap between table and my cushion-style chair.Her shiny raven-black hair spread over her shoulders, several strands skimming the rise of her breast, the blunt ends twirling around her nipples.“Well, yes, I am sure I will. The food here is lovely.”I gulped as she placed elegant hands on my knees. Her nails were long and painted pale pink. Her gaze stayed locked on mine.What is she doing?She smoothed her palms up my thighs. My skin was hypersensitive, I was so turned-on by her nakedness and the rubbing of the cotton on my leg. A new glut of lust shot to my cock. I glanced at the curtain, opened my mouth to speak.“Shh,” she soothed, her eyelids drooping as though heavy with a lust that matched my own. “No one will come in.”“But—”“Just enjoy your dessert, Mr. Alan. For you it is all part of the service at The Geisha Plate.”Her gaze was so intense I could hardly breathe. And when the tips of her fingers brushed the bulge at my groin I did actually stop breathing. Held my breath tight as though I was about to jump into the ocean for a deep-sea dive.She licked her lips, slowly, suggestively, smudging the red blob of lipstick at their center.Is she going to do what I think she is?No!My whole body was strumming with primal tension. My balls ached and boiled, my gut clenched. If I’d felt a little drunk before, now I was as sober as a rock. I was here in the moment, caught up in the spell she’d weaved around me.“Relax,” she said, cupping my dick through my pants. “Relax and let me suck your penis into my mouth.”Fucking hell!Blowing out a breath, I balled my fists. Had I heard her right? Had she really just said she was going to suck my penis into her mouth? Maybe I wasn’t as sober as I thought and I was hearing things I wanted to hear. Because right now, the thought of her sucking my cock was the most beautiful thing I could imagine.She tilted her head, her hair shifting on her shoulders like a river of silk. Her super-long lashes batted against her cheeks. “You would like that, wouldn’t you, Mr. Alan?”What man wouldn’t? This was a dream come true. A blowjob all part of the service.Hell yeah!
Lily x
First Chapters!
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June 19, 2012
Please welcome Kay Jaybee
I am so thrilled that the awesome Kay Jaybee has dropped by to share some seriously sexy excerpts with us today. Please join me in giving her a very warm welcome.
Sourcing the Saucy BitsBy Kay Jaybee
When the lovely Lily asked me to come and guest on her website today I was absolutely delighted- “Choose the hottest scenes from your work to share with us” said Lily- I jumped at her offer.
I’ve never looked at my work in a scene by scene way before, and the idea fascinated me. Then I thought- hang on a minute- what is saucy for one person, is tame to another (or too much and a complete turn off) - so how could I pick things that would appeal to everyone?
I have been lucky enough to have 80 or so stories published, so I have plenty of scenes to source, and after a bit of a trawl through my archive, I gave up trying to gather up erotic episodes that would please everybody, and selected the ones that I loved writing the most!
So here we go- four snapshots of my work from four different publications- this is pure self indulgence- thanks Lily!!
My first kinky caper comes from Chapter 9 (Ripped Off) of Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (OCPress, 2011) – okay, so who wouldn’t want this to happen to them...?
The text arrived at eight in the morning.1:00pm - be dressed in old clothes. Bra, knickers, everything. I’m gonna rip them from your body, and then I’m going to…Jenny’s internal temperature sky rocketed. What? What is he going to…? Texting fast, she asked what he was planning, but all she got was an enigmatic, Wait and see dirty girl.Shivering, adorned only in an ancient oyster bra and a pair of fading matching knickers she’d fished from the very bottom of her underwear drawer, Jenny hunted through the remainder of her meager collection of clothes. Dragging a pair of holed and worn jeans and a thinning summer skirt from her closet, she threw them across the bed. Skirts rip easier, but it’s freezing outside and jeans are warmer, and if I leave the belt off…jeans then.Choosing a top was easier. Jenny put on a white cotton shirt left over from her days as an office worker, and buttoned it halfway up to show a hint of cleavage that she was sure John would appreciate. Grabbing her hairbrush, she attacked her hair, and, with only minutes to spare, decided to sweep it up into an almost-tidy ponytail.It was exactly one o’clock when he rapped on the door, but rather than wait for Jenny to come to greet him, John stormed straight in, pointing at her, “Are those your old clothes?”Without wasting time waiting for a reply, John took hold of Jenny and propelled her forwards. Tipping her up so she was half lying, half propped against the sofa, her jeans were off before she’d even registered her position, the zip fly torn beyond fixing. Lost in a haze of momentum, Jenny didn’t even notice her knickers coming down, but when she found them later, the seams were neatly split down each side, as if the two pieces of material had never been joined in the first place.How did he know that I have always wanted someone to treat me like this?The blouse was next. John manhandled her into a standing position, her back against his chest. Jenny felt dizzy as he grabbed the opening of her top and heaved. Buttons flew in all directions as the crisp fabric gave no resistance to his strength, and her bra was effortlessly snapped at its sides, the clasp forgotten altogether.Jenny’s mind spun at his erotic savagery as, seconds later, her forehead was buried into the top of the settee cushions. With her knees resting on the bottom of the sofa, and one of John’s knees firmly angled into the small of her back, she was pinioned in place....
Trust me – this chapter gets very much hotter! (It sooo does - Lily)
Second I have taken an excerpt from The Perfect Submissive (Xcite e-book, 2011/ paperback 2012). Set in an adult only hotel, the manageress Mrs Peters, is training a new assistant. In Chapter 7, Mrs Peters’ resident dominatrix, Miss Sarah, has been given the task of training Jess up. This starts with a very interesting exercise routine, which we join at the half way point, when poor Jess is already exhausted...
Miss Sarah sat astride Jess’s legs, trapping her in place against the gym mats. Splayed fingers ran provocatively around the outline of Jess’s tits, igniting every nerve in her body, ‘I have an incentive scheme in mind. Sit up.’Jess struggled to her elbows and Miss Sarah deftly reached around her back and undid her bra, peeling it off with a sticky sucking sound. Then shuffling forward, she licked the nipple of each breast just once, sending shock waves of pleasure through Jess’s tired frame.‘Each time you sit up properly, you will have a nipple tongued.’Wishing this wasn’t such a strong incentive, but privately knowing it was Jess nodded, her face flushed with shame.‘Good girl, I knew you would.’With a deep breath, her hands behind her head, Jess sat up, but failed to get as far as Miss Sarah and sank back in defeat.‘Again.’Jess winced as she rose upwards, determined to reach the mouth that was already parting to take in her right teat. The contact was fleeting and moist and delicious, and Jess suddenly found she had the hidden reserves to move again, this time being rewarded on the left side. Five sit ups later and Miss Sarah began to laugh, before saying, ‘Enough,’ and Jess sagged back, relieved, but instantly missing the stimulation and violently aware of the heat that was coursing between her legs.Rising abruptly, Miss Sarah returned to her usual business-like demeanour. ‘Up.’Taking her time to rise to her quaking legs Jess did as she was told, before drinking from the water bottle that was offered to her.‘A quick cycle I think.’ Jess walked unsteadily to the nearest bike and went to sit down, but was stopped. ‘These need to be put in place first.’Jess’s eyes goggled at the tiny set of love balls Miss Sarah had produced from nowhere. Tug those pants down, girl and open those legs.’Clumsily, the clerk did as she was told, almost coming as the slender fingers slipped the weighted spheres easily inside her wet channel, before pulling up the knickers to keep them in place.‘Cycle.’With every laboured turn of the pedals the love balls slid around inside her, and Jess could feel the knot of an orgasm rise in her like fire.‘Hold in those stomach muscles. Keep control, girl! Consider this a practice for when I make you do this exercise without knickers on!’Jess pulled in her tummy for all she was worth; the tighter she clenched her muscles the more the balls stayed still. But each time she lost concentration, the heavy spheres rolled towards the mouth of her vagina, and Jess had to re-double her efforts to keep them contained; their pressure adding to the need she felt magnifying by the second. By the time Miss Sarah shouted ‘Stop,’ tension oozed from every pore of Jess’s shattered body.The moment she stopped pedalling the love balls swung within her, and unable to stop it, a climax zipped through her untutored flesh and she shook and shuddered against the bike. Not daring to look at Miss Sarah, Jess quickened herself, the disapproving silence of the room enveloping her......‘We are almost out of time. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you these sessions are to become a regular thing, and, if you do as you’re told, then I will be rewarding you -occasionally. Now, we’ll finish with a run. This is only a small room, so I suggest four circuits of the perimeter.’Jess looked at her in exhausted horror, ‘I can’t.’‘Not like that you can’t, certainly. Take those knickers off; you need to get some air down there, girl.’No longer caring about anything but the possibility of a rest, Jess dragged the wet satin away, and following the direction that Miss Sarah was pointing in, began to jog around the room. Her breasts swayed madly and the air seemed to caress her body, inflaming it all over again.Observing the figure that was obeying her, knowing she’d only have to say the word and she’d willingly allow herself to be fucked, Miss Sarah frowned to herself. Mrs Peters might have designs on forming this girl into the ideal submissive assistant, but she began to wonder if this girl could be dangerous...
The Third extract comes from my short story, A Delivery of Words; the first tale in my anthology, Quick Kink One (Xcite e-book, 2010) Written from the perspective of a male visitor to the home of an erotica writer, it features the dirtiest book in the English language- the Dictionary...
“...Next to a closed lap-top lay a pile of books, a few of them obviously tomes on erotica, but the one on the top was a dictionary. Somehow the very ordinariness of the dictionary extinguished my desire, it seemed wrong for someone like her to own any literature that wasn’t lurid in some way.Her gaze followed my own, and she picked up the thick, obviously well thumbed, paperback. ‘The dictionary. The dirtiest book ever written.’‘What?’Lowering her voice until it reached a slow husky sexy tone she said, ‘It contains every word I use. Every word. Every sentence I write comes from in here.’ Standing only inches away from me, her unblinking eyes, bored into mine, ‘I mix the words, change them, arrange them into whatever I want…whatever you want.’The author was almost whispering now, and I was hanging on her every utterance. All I could think of was the very nearness of her, the fact that I was so close to her moist lips, her neat breasts and her soft bobbed red hair.‘Say a word Joe. Any word from the dictionary.’I regarded her blankly for a second, distracted from my longing for her body by a request which seemed quite out of keeping with our situation.‘A word, Joe. Say the word you want to say right now.’My brain clicked into gear as she flicked the dictionary in front of my eyes, as if it was some sort of naughty sex toy, and I said, ‘Kiss.’I had expected her to kiss me straight away, but she didn’t. She nodded, as if to say I’d done the right thing, took a step away from me, and turned to the relevant page of the dictionary.‘Kiss: to touch with the lips in an expression of greeting; to join lips with another in love or desire.’ Then, placing the book down on the short sofa behind her, she turned back to me, ‘I think we can manage that, don’t you?’Then her lips met mine. Her kiss went way beyond the dull, rather bland, description she’d just read. This was a woman who knew how to kiss, how to have sex with just mouth to mouth contact, and when she pulled away I felt bereft, but she just looked calm and returned to flicking through her dictionary.I said nothing. I realised then, as I beheld her cool composure, what I suppose I’d known all along, that this was just research for her. An interesting anecdote for her to share with me, and then immortalised in her next anthology. I should have minded, had some pride or something, but I didn’t, for she was already asking me for another word, and my brain was reeling with possibilities. I didn’t know which area of her anatomy to name first.My eyes ran over her tight cream vest top, which just hinted at the patterned bra beneath, down to her short denim skirt, and on to her bare legs and feet. I wondered if she had any knickers on underneath. She was still looking up at me through her long eyelashes, the green of her pupils flashing as she awaited my next word.‘Vest.’ Seldom had that word ever sounded so sexy, and I waited with held breath and sticky palms while she turned back to her book. I marvelled at the quiet control of this woman who, at a foot shorter than me, had quickly and skilfully established her power over me.‘Vest: an undergarment covering the top half of the body; an American word for waistcoat.’Much to my disappointment, she didn’t take the garment off as soon as she’d finished reading, but just stood in front of me, silent and waiting.That was when I finally understood the full nature of the game she was playing. You may think I was slow in catching on, but my brain had been taken over by my dick, and it was hard work to concentrate on anything other than the fact that eventually I would be allowed to fuck this strange creature- at least, I hoped I would.With a throaty murmur I said, ‘Remove.’Her fingers, less agile than they had been in her haste to oblige, found the relevant word. ‘Remove: to take away and place elsewhere; to dismiss; to do away with.’Once she’d finished reading she tore the vest from her torso in one movement. I stared at her, and croaked out the word, ‘Bra,’ literally licking my lips with anticipation.‘Bra: under garment worn by women to support their breasts.’I stepped forward, eager to hold her newly revealed tits. They were small, round and pert, with neat dark nipples that pointed invitingly at me. The writer however, moved away. I was confused for a second, as her body language clearly told me that she wanted me to touch her as badly as I wanted to oblige. Then I remembered, and said, ‘Touch.’...
My final choice contains a taster from my story, Dear Claire, which features in my Fem Dom anthology Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), and is maybe more what Kay Jaybee reader’s have come to expect. Claire has left her friend Ali a present- her partner Rick, who Ali has been told is waiting for her in the bedroom...
...The reason for Rick’s lack of response was immediately apparent. Ali’s mouth slammed shut. She didn’t know where to look first. All she could think, as she hovered immobilised in the doorway, her eyes roaming with pussy clenching leisure over Rick’s tied frame, was that Claire had intended her to find him like this. She evidently had more in common with her friend than she’d previously thought.
Rick was stood side on to the end of the bed; his legs positioned about half a metre apart. A solid metal shackle, fastened to the leg of the bed frame, surrounded and connected each ankle. He was effectively pinioned to the spot.
His arms were secured behind his back with a pair of leather cuffs, and his dangerous brown eyes were hidden beneath a heavily padded strip of black material, which also covered his ears. Ali realised that he hadn’t even heard her calls. And even if he had been able to hear her, the hard ball gag wedged between his teeth would have prevented him from responding.
With heart pounding disbelief, almost on tiptoe, Ali walked towards the man who haunted her dreams, not sure whether to visit his front or back view first. She opted for his rear.
Her surprise at finding Rick bound and helpless paled into insignificance compared to the shock of what her emerald green eyes spied as she observed his tight arse. On the right buttock, tattooed in tiny neat red script, were the words ‘If I don’t obey my mistress, I will suffer.’
The evidence of this suffering was obvious. Across his butt cheeks and the top of his legs, old welds and bruises littered his skin. An image of Claire bedecked in black leather entered her mind. It wasn’t difficult to picture her whipping her lover for a whole host of unknown crimes.
Reaching out a hand, Ali hovered it in front of his scarred flesh. Her damp knickered desire at odds with the fact that she was about to touch her friends lover. Yet, Claire had set this up. The more Ali thought about it, the more she knew it was okay, and the idea that Rick might not know it was her, only increased her body’s nervous frisson. In fact, until she touched him, he wouldn’t know anyone was with him at all. Reverently tracing the healing line of a past lash, Ali experienced a rush of adrenalin fuelled pleasure run down her spine and tickle her snatch.
Aware that he was not alone, Rick’s head twisted left and right, his senses straining to work out where his unseen companion was. Ignoring his flailing, Ali knelt as close as possible to the tattoo. Inhaling the aroma of masculinity, her sharp turquoise fingernails followed the loops of calligraphy.
From her crouched position, Ali could see Rick’s balls. Passing a hand through his rigidly immobile legs, she teased his scrotum, enjoying the increased tensing of his leg muscles. Suddenly her fingers met a new and unexpected texture.
Moving around him quickly, Ali found herself facing the most solid dick she’d ever seen in her life, all neatly done up in a bright red ribbon. Two small silver keys were attached to either end of the garland, both presumably corresponding to the locks at his ankles and wrists. Ali’s final doubts about betraying Claire dissolved in an instant. The bow adorning his shaft was presenting Rick as if he was a gift. ..
I hope you’ve enjoyed these four titbits from the KJB chronicles! Many thanks again to Lily for letting me drop by to play today
Hugs
Kay xwww.kayjaybee.me.uk
Sourcing the Saucy BitsBy Kay Jaybee
When the lovely Lily asked me to come and guest on her website today I was absolutely delighted- “Choose the hottest scenes from your work to share with us” said Lily- I jumped at her offer.
I’ve never looked at my work in a scene by scene way before, and the idea fascinated me. Then I thought- hang on a minute- what is saucy for one person, is tame to another (or too much and a complete turn off) - so how could I pick things that would appeal to everyone?
I have been lucky enough to have 80 or so stories published, so I have plenty of scenes to source, and after a bit of a trawl through my archive, I gave up trying to gather up erotic episodes that would please everybody, and selected the ones that I loved writing the most!
So here we go- four snapshots of my work from four different publications- this is pure self indulgence- thanks Lily!!
My first kinky caper comes from Chapter 9 (Ripped Off) of Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (OCPress, 2011) – okay, so who wouldn’t want this to happen to them...?
The text arrived at eight in the morning.1:00pm - be dressed in old clothes. Bra, knickers, everything. I’m gonna rip them from your body, and then I’m going to…Jenny’s internal temperature sky rocketed. What? What is he going to…? Texting fast, she asked what he was planning, but all she got was an enigmatic, Wait and see dirty girl.Shivering, adorned only in an ancient oyster bra and a pair of fading matching knickers she’d fished from the very bottom of her underwear drawer, Jenny hunted through the remainder of her meager collection of clothes. Dragging a pair of holed and worn jeans and a thinning summer skirt from her closet, she threw them across the bed. Skirts rip easier, but it’s freezing outside and jeans are warmer, and if I leave the belt off…jeans then.Choosing a top was easier. Jenny put on a white cotton shirt left over from her days as an office worker, and buttoned it halfway up to show a hint of cleavage that she was sure John would appreciate. Grabbing her hairbrush, she attacked her hair, and, with only minutes to spare, decided to sweep it up into an almost-tidy ponytail.It was exactly one o’clock when he rapped on the door, but rather than wait for Jenny to come to greet him, John stormed straight in, pointing at her, “Are those your old clothes?”Without wasting time waiting for a reply, John took hold of Jenny and propelled her forwards. Tipping her up so she was half lying, half propped against the sofa, her jeans were off before she’d even registered her position, the zip fly torn beyond fixing. Lost in a haze of momentum, Jenny didn’t even notice her knickers coming down, but when she found them later, the seams were neatly split down each side, as if the two pieces of material had never been joined in the first place.How did he know that I have always wanted someone to treat me like this?The blouse was next. John manhandled her into a standing position, her back against his chest. Jenny felt dizzy as he grabbed the opening of her top and heaved. Buttons flew in all directions as the crisp fabric gave no resistance to his strength, and her bra was effortlessly snapped at its sides, the clasp forgotten altogether.Jenny’s mind spun at his erotic savagery as, seconds later, her forehead was buried into the top of the settee cushions. With her knees resting on the bottom of the sofa, and one of John’s knees firmly angled into the small of her back, she was pinioned in place....
Trust me – this chapter gets very much hotter! (It sooo does - Lily)
Second I have taken an excerpt from The Perfect Submissive (Xcite e-book, 2011/ paperback 2012). Set in an adult only hotel, the manageress Mrs Peters, is training a new assistant. In Chapter 7, Mrs Peters’ resident dominatrix, Miss Sarah, has been given the task of training Jess up. This starts with a very interesting exercise routine, which we join at the half way point, when poor Jess is already exhausted...
Miss Sarah sat astride Jess’s legs, trapping her in place against the gym mats. Splayed fingers ran provocatively around the outline of Jess’s tits, igniting every nerve in her body, ‘I have an incentive scheme in mind. Sit up.’Jess struggled to her elbows and Miss Sarah deftly reached around her back and undid her bra, peeling it off with a sticky sucking sound. Then shuffling forward, she licked the nipple of each breast just once, sending shock waves of pleasure through Jess’s tired frame.‘Each time you sit up properly, you will have a nipple tongued.’Wishing this wasn’t such a strong incentive, but privately knowing it was Jess nodded, her face flushed with shame.‘Good girl, I knew you would.’With a deep breath, her hands behind her head, Jess sat up, but failed to get as far as Miss Sarah and sank back in defeat.‘Again.’Jess winced as she rose upwards, determined to reach the mouth that was already parting to take in her right teat. The contact was fleeting and moist and delicious, and Jess suddenly found she had the hidden reserves to move again, this time being rewarded on the left side. Five sit ups later and Miss Sarah began to laugh, before saying, ‘Enough,’ and Jess sagged back, relieved, but instantly missing the stimulation and violently aware of the heat that was coursing between her legs.Rising abruptly, Miss Sarah returned to her usual business-like demeanour. ‘Up.’Taking her time to rise to her quaking legs Jess did as she was told, before drinking from the water bottle that was offered to her.‘A quick cycle I think.’ Jess walked unsteadily to the nearest bike and went to sit down, but was stopped. ‘These need to be put in place first.’Jess’s eyes goggled at the tiny set of love balls Miss Sarah had produced from nowhere. Tug those pants down, girl and open those legs.’Clumsily, the clerk did as she was told, almost coming as the slender fingers slipped the weighted spheres easily inside her wet channel, before pulling up the knickers to keep them in place.‘Cycle.’With every laboured turn of the pedals the love balls slid around inside her, and Jess could feel the knot of an orgasm rise in her like fire.‘Hold in those stomach muscles. Keep control, girl! Consider this a practice for when I make you do this exercise without knickers on!’Jess pulled in her tummy for all she was worth; the tighter she clenched her muscles the more the balls stayed still. But each time she lost concentration, the heavy spheres rolled towards the mouth of her vagina, and Jess had to re-double her efforts to keep them contained; their pressure adding to the need she felt magnifying by the second. By the time Miss Sarah shouted ‘Stop,’ tension oozed from every pore of Jess’s shattered body.The moment she stopped pedalling the love balls swung within her, and unable to stop it, a climax zipped through her untutored flesh and she shook and shuddered against the bike. Not daring to look at Miss Sarah, Jess quickened herself, the disapproving silence of the room enveloping her......‘We are almost out of time. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you these sessions are to become a regular thing, and, if you do as you’re told, then I will be rewarding you -occasionally. Now, we’ll finish with a run. This is only a small room, so I suggest four circuits of the perimeter.’Jess looked at her in exhausted horror, ‘I can’t.’‘Not like that you can’t, certainly. Take those knickers off; you need to get some air down there, girl.’No longer caring about anything but the possibility of a rest, Jess dragged the wet satin away, and following the direction that Miss Sarah was pointing in, began to jog around the room. Her breasts swayed madly and the air seemed to caress her body, inflaming it all over again.Observing the figure that was obeying her, knowing she’d only have to say the word and she’d willingly allow herself to be fucked, Miss Sarah frowned to herself. Mrs Peters might have designs on forming this girl into the ideal submissive assistant, but she began to wonder if this girl could be dangerous...
The Third extract comes from my short story, A Delivery of Words; the first tale in my anthology, Quick Kink One (Xcite e-book, 2010) Written from the perspective of a male visitor to the home of an erotica writer, it features the dirtiest book in the English language- the Dictionary...
“...Next to a closed lap-top lay a pile of books, a few of them obviously tomes on erotica, but the one on the top was a dictionary. Somehow the very ordinariness of the dictionary extinguished my desire, it seemed wrong for someone like her to own any literature that wasn’t lurid in some way.Her gaze followed my own, and she picked up the thick, obviously well thumbed, paperback. ‘The dictionary. The dirtiest book ever written.’‘What?’Lowering her voice until it reached a slow husky sexy tone she said, ‘It contains every word I use. Every word. Every sentence I write comes from in here.’ Standing only inches away from me, her unblinking eyes, bored into mine, ‘I mix the words, change them, arrange them into whatever I want…whatever you want.’The author was almost whispering now, and I was hanging on her every utterance. All I could think of was the very nearness of her, the fact that I was so close to her moist lips, her neat breasts and her soft bobbed red hair.‘Say a word Joe. Any word from the dictionary.’I regarded her blankly for a second, distracted from my longing for her body by a request which seemed quite out of keeping with our situation.‘A word, Joe. Say the word you want to say right now.’My brain clicked into gear as she flicked the dictionary in front of my eyes, as if it was some sort of naughty sex toy, and I said, ‘Kiss.’I had expected her to kiss me straight away, but she didn’t. She nodded, as if to say I’d done the right thing, took a step away from me, and turned to the relevant page of the dictionary.‘Kiss: to touch with the lips in an expression of greeting; to join lips with another in love or desire.’ Then, placing the book down on the short sofa behind her, she turned back to me, ‘I think we can manage that, don’t you?’Then her lips met mine. Her kiss went way beyond the dull, rather bland, description she’d just read. This was a woman who knew how to kiss, how to have sex with just mouth to mouth contact, and when she pulled away I felt bereft, but she just looked calm and returned to flicking through her dictionary.I said nothing. I realised then, as I beheld her cool composure, what I suppose I’d known all along, that this was just research for her. An interesting anecdote for her to share with me, and then immortalised in her next anthology. I should have minded, had some pride or something, but I didn’t, for she was already asking me for another word, and my brain was reeling with possibilities. I didn’t know which area of her anatomy to name first.My eyes ran over her tight cream vest top, which just hinted at the patterned bra beneath, down to her short denim skirt, and on to her bare legs and feet. I wondered if she had any knickers on underneath. She was still looking up at me through her long eyelashes, the green of her pupils flashing as she awaited my next word.‘Vest.’ Seldom had that word ever sounded so sexy, and I waited with held breath and sticky palms while she turned back to her book. I marvelled at the quiet control of this woman who, at a foot shorter than me, had quickly and skilfully established her power over me.‘Vest: an undergarment covering the top half of the body; an American word for waistcoat.’Much to my disappointment, she didn’t take the garment off as soon as she’d finished reading, but just stood in front of me, silent and waiting.That was when I finally understood the full nature of the game she was playing. You may think I was slow in catching on, but my brain had been taken over by my dick, and it was hard work to concentrate on anything other than the fact that eventually I would be allowed to fuck this strange creature- at least, I hoped I would.With a throaty murmur I said, ‘Remove.’Her fingers, less agile than they had been in her haste to oblige, found the relevant word. ‘Remove: to take away and place elsewhere; to dismiss; to do away with.’Once she’d finished reading she tore the vest from her torso in one movement. I stared at her, and croaked out the word, ‘Bra,’ literally licking my lips with anticipation.‘Bra: under garment worn by women to support their breasts.’I stepped forward, eager to hold her newly revealed tits. They were small, round and pert, with neat dark nipples that pointed invitingly at me. The writer however, moved away. I was confused for a second, as her body language clearly told me that she wanted me to touch her as badly as I wanted to oblige. Then I remembered, and said, ‘Touch.’...
My final choice contains a taster from my story, Dear Claire, which features in my Fem Dom anthology Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), and is maybe more what Kay Jaybee reader’s have come to expect. Claire has left her friend Ali a present- her partner Rick, who Ali has been told is waiting for her in the bedroom...
...The reason for Rick’s lack of response was immediately apparent. Ali’s mouth slammed shut. She didn’t know where to look first. All she could think, as she hovered immobilised in the doorway, her eyes roaming with pussy clenching leisure over Rick’s tied frame, was that Claire had intended her to find him like this. She evidently had more in common with her friend than she’d previously thought.
Rick was stood side on to the end of the bed; his legs positioned about half a metre apart. A solid metal shackle, fastened to the leg of the bed frame, surrounded and connected each ankle. He was effectively pinioned to the spot.
His arms were secured behind his back with a pair of leather cuffs, and his dangerous brown eyes were hidden beneath a heavily padded strip of black material, which also covered his ears. Ali realised that he hadn’t even heard her calls. And even if he had been able to hear her, the hard ball gag wedged between his teeth would have prevented him from responding.
With heart pounding disbelief, almost on tiptoe, Ali walked towards the man who haunted her dreams, not sure whether to visit his front or back view first. She opted for his rear.
Her surprise at finding Rick bound and helpless paled into insignificance compared to the shock of what her emerald green eyes spied as she observed his tight arse. On the right buttock, tattooed in tiny neat red script, were the words ‘If I don’t obey my mistress, I will suffer.’
The evidence of this suffering was obvious. Across his butt cheeks and the top of his legs, old welds and bruises littered his skin. An image of Claire bedecked in black leather entered her mind. It wasn’t difficult to picture her whipping her lover for a whole host of unknown crimes.
Reaching out a hand, Ali hovered it in front of his scarred flesh. Her damp knickered desire at odds with the fact that she was about to touch her friends lover. Yet, Claire had set this up. The more Ali thought about it, the more she knew it was okay, and the idea that Rick might not know it was her, only increased her body’s nervous frisson. In fact, until she touched him, he wouldn’t know anyone was with him at all. Reverently tracing the healing line of a past lash, Ali experienced a rush of adrenalin fuelled pleasure run down her spine and tickle her snatch.
Aware that he was not alone, Rick’s head twisted left and right, his senses straining to work out where his unseen companion was. Ignoring his flailing, Ali knelt as close as possible to the tattoo. Inhaling the aroma of masculinity, her sharp turquoise fingernails followed the loops of calligraphy.
From her crouched position, Ali could see Rick’s balls. Passing a hand through his rigidly immobile legs, she teased his scrotum, enjoying the increased tensing of his leg muscles. Suddenly her fingers met a new and unexpected texture.
Moving around him quickly, Ali found herself facing the most solid dick she’d ever seen in her life, all neatly done up in a bright red ribbon. Two small silver keys were attached to either end of the garland, both presumably corresponding to the locks at his ankles and wrists. Ali’s final doubts about betraying Claire dissolved in an instant. The bow adorning his shaft was presenting Rick as if he was a gift. ..
I hope you’ve enjoyed these four titbits from the KJB chronicles! Many thanks again to Lily for letting me drop by to play today
Hugs
Kay xwww.kayjaybee.me.uk
June 18, 2012
Tagged!
Okay, I have been tagged by K D Grace, she well and truly got me... ;-)
This is what happens, the seven people K D tagged go into one of their books to either page 7 or page 77, go down to line 7, then post the next 7 lines or sentences on their blog. That done, the next step is to tag 7 writers.
I have taken my 7 lines from SCORED a sexy sport story about the England football team (soccer team to you US guys!).
Blurb
Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after?
So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no?
Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare.
(Scored is only just out but has already received several 5* reviews and the Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books!!)
Buy Link Amazon US
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Page 77, line 7...
I could only imagine what we must look like. Me on the bed, arms tied wide and him hovering over me, butt naked and beautiful as he gorged on my tits. Slowly his attentions drifted south. My pussy reacted by clenching and my clit twitched. Was he really going to kiss me down there? It had been so long. I couldn’t even remember when... “Honey, open up.” He nudged at my thighs. I parted my legs. Cool air washed over my pussy and I was again glad of the blindfold. Just enjoy.
And now, who shall I tag????? I know Victoria Blisse Juniper Bell Stacey Espino Jennifer Denys Kay Jaybee Savannah Chase Karen Booth
Of course they only have to play if they want to...
Lily x
This is what happens, the seven people K D tagged go into one of their books to either page 7 or page 77, go down to line 7, then post the next 7 lines or sentences on their blog. That done, the next step is to tag 7 writers.
I have taken my 7 lines from SCORED a sexy sport story about the England football team (soccer team to you US guys!).
Blurb
Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after?
So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no?
Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare.
(Scored is only just out but has already received several 5* reviews and the Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books!!)
Buy Link Amazon US
Buy Link Amazon UK
Page 77, line 7...
I could only imagine what we must look like. Me on the bed, arms tied wide and him hovering over me, butt naked and beautiful as he gorged on my tits. Slowly his attentions drifted south. My pussy reacted by clenching and my clit twitched. Was he really going to kiss me down there? It had been so long. I couldn’t even remember when... “Honey, open up.” He nudged at my thighs. I parted my legs. Cool air washed over my pussy and I was again glad of the blindfold. Just enjoy.
And now, who shall I tag????? I know Victoria Blisse Juniper Bell Stacey Espino Jennifer Denys Kay Jaybee Savannah Chase Karen Booth
Of course they only have to play if they want to...
Lily x
June 15, 2012
I've been interviewed!
The lovely ladies at Silken Sheets and Seduction have invited me over today. Please stop by and say hi...
June 13, 2012
Oh, David...
I should have done this ages ago, its been such a joy to source scrumptious pictures of Mr. David Beckham to post on my blog. I guess it took writing SCORED to really get me in the hot soccer-star mood, plus I had another awesome review in for this steamy novel today - check out Victoria Blisse's verdict HERE. I am thrilled that she enjoyed it as like me she is a mad footy fan herself.
Here you go, girls and boys...no drooling (well, a little bit is allowed!)
If that's got you in the mood for a steamy football story then grab a copy of SCORED and find out how my fictional captain of the England football team performs both on and off the pitch!!!
Buy Links
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Have a great day
Lily x
Due to popular demand from commenters...the butt shots!!!
Here you go, girls and boys...no drooling (well, a little bit is allowed!)
If that's got you in the mood for a steamy football story then grab a copy of SCORED and find out how my fictional captain of the England football team performs both on and off the pitch!!!
Buy Links
Buy Link Amazon.com
Buy Link Amazon.co.uk
Have a great day
Lily x
Due to popular demand from commenters...the butt shots!!!
June 12, 2012
Newsletter
Every now and then I like to write a little newsletter about what I've been up to and I've found the easiest way to do this is to post it on my website.
You can read Summer 2012 edition here.
And if you would like to sign up for my monthly draw to win a Lily Harlem Ellora's Cave ebook of your choice, then just fill in the comment form and write NEWSLETTER in the box, that way I can let you know when I have a new newsletter out :-)
Lily x
You can read Summer 2012 edition here.
And if you would like to sign up for my monthly draw to win a Lily Harlem Ellora's Cave ebook of your choice, then just fill in the comment form and write NEWSLETTER in the box, that way I can let you know when I have a new newsletter out :-)
Lily x
June 11, 2012
Where I am!
I am very fortunate this week to have been invited to hang out on several awesome blogs.
You can find me chatting about inspiration on Kendra Edyn's lovely blog where I am also holding a contest to win any one of my Ellora's Cave backlist.
I'm at Guilty Pleasure Book Reviews - somewhere I always love hanging out as so many people stop by and leave comments.
The Log Line Blog, a great idea, and I can vouch for the fact that its always a challenge as an author to condense a 60,000 word novel into one sentence!
The Log Line BlogYour Book's First Impression
Finally, Scored is being showcased on Erotica For All, definitely a site worth a visit if you enjoy erotic romance because there is a wealth of information about books and authors and what's new.
Hope to see you there.
Lily x
You can find me chatting about inspiration on Kendra Edyn's lovely blog where I am also holding a contest to win any one of my Ellora's Cave backlist.
I'm at Guilty Pleasure Book Reviews - somewhere I always love hanging out as so many people stop by and leave comments.
The Log Line Blog, a great idea, and I can vouch for the fact that its always a challenge as an author to condense a 60,000 word novel into one sentence!
The Log Line BlogYour Book's First Impression
Finally, Scored is being showcased on Erotica For All, definitely a site worth a visit if you enjoy erotic romance because there is a wealth of information about books and authors and what's new.
Hope to see you there.
Lily x
