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UNITED IN LOVE - Coming Soon

The world could use a lot more love, which is why being united in love is the theme of this short story collection. Each of the characters are dealing with horrific and heartbreaking situations—loss, grief, war, divorce, dementia, disputes over land and more, but what they all have in common is that, with the help of love, of unity, they come through. It may not be all happily-ever-after—since life just doesn’t work that way—but positivity and solidarity shine through in each of the tales and will warm your heart.
So enjoy these stories of unexpected companionship, old lovers reuniting, second chances and creative problem-solving, with the knowledge that the proceeds from your purchase will also have a deeply positive effect—with every penny going to the British Red Cross’s UK Solidarity Fund.


CONTAINS MY STORY, THE VALKYRIE'S MORTAL - HOT VIKING ANYONE?
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Special Guest - Tony Flyer

Please welcome Tony Flyer to my blog today to chat about poetry and his story LAZY SUNDAY which features in the new SINFUL PLEASURES anthology. I also have a story in this new collectiong titled FIREWORKS.
Magic WordsBy Tony Fyler
Never underestimate the power of love poetry.It’s the best tool in the would-be lover’s romantic arsenal, and it always has been. Better than money, better than power, better than even a hot body, poetry has been building bridges between hearts, between minds, and crucially between bodies, for thousands of years. Money is cold. Fun, but cold. Power is harsh. Seductive, but harsh. Hot bodies grow colder over time, and you need to be invested in the change to still find sparks. But poetry is magic, because poetry is woven out of words, and words…Words are extraordinary. Words are emotions given flesh and bones, set free in the world, with the power to change it forever. Words are teardrops with spikes on, and smiles made of sound. Words are I have a dream, and One small step, but they’re also I do, and Yes, and Forever. Words are promises and kisses, hopes and dreams and all we know when we look in our lover’s eyes. They are the hands that intertwine, the breath we take so close it could be theirs, the kiss we dare to say we hope for, and all that follows on.Words are the hopes of actions on which love is built.Which of course is why love poetry has been building bridges between bodies, and laying the foundations of lives lived together, for thousands of years. The Ancient Greeks did it. The Romans did it. So did the Persians. Even the Bible, often castigated for its generally sexually censorious tone, gets its poetical swaying sashay on from time to time – check out The Song of Solomon and the bride’s confession of her love. World class ancient erotica, right there.That, I suppose, is that point. We live in a sex-drenched glorious exhausting world, but the erotica we have today is the evolution of all the ancient love poems ever scribbled by suitors in the desperate hope of melting the hearts of those they loved or wanted. None of which, I have to say, was in my mind when I sat down to write Lazy Sunday. None of that had the time to be in my mind – I only discovered the submission call for the anthology the night before the deadline closed, and I’d never written erotica for public consumption before in my life. ‘Good,’ said my wife. ‘You’ll get out of your own way then.’ She’s forever telling me to get out of my own way – to stop writing with my brain, and just write with my heart. To be fair, she’s got reasons for telling me that.We first ‘met’ in an online writing group run by a mutual friend. She lived in rural New York State, I was a Welshman newly arrived in London, a seeming world away. We chatted by email in and out of the group, and then she wrote a short story, a peek behind the veil of her everyday life. I read it, and sent her feedback, and told our mutual friend ‘I want to be in this woman’s life somehow, however she’ll have me.’She read my feedback, and turned to her colleague in work, announcing ‘Oh god…I want to marry this man.’But New York, London, family, careers, how was that ever going to work? She decided that, powerful as our attraction was – an attraction mostly based in words pinged back and forth across the Atlantic – she shouldn’t, couldn’t let herself take me seriously.So I got out of my own way, and I wrote her a love poem.And then, a couple of years later, I read it to a wider world at an intimate ceremony, when the impossible became possible, because we’d decided it had to be. Love poetry. Magic. Words that change the world, from hopes to realities, from maybes and daydreams to waking up next to the one you love.   I am a Welshman, my wife’s an American.Lazy Sunday is written from the viewpoint of a Welshman, married to an American. But that of course is where the similarity ends – when you love, you do not give away your lover’s real secrets; that would be monstrous. But with a deadline ticking, and never having written this kind of story before in my life, I got out of my own way and wrote what to me feels like a love song to a long-married couple, their banter, their shared life – and the magic power of poetry to bring them in and focus them, and make all the world go away.
Tony Fyler is Editor-in-Chief at Jefferson Franklin Editing, and spends his days telling writers what they need to know, rather than what they necessarily want to hear. To get a free sample chapter edit, email enquiries@jefferson-franklin.co.uk.  www.jefferson-franklin.co.ukwww.facebook.com/JeffersonFranklinEditing Follow him @JFEditing on Twitter  Meanwhile, the writing for which he has far too little time can be found at www.fylerwrites.co.uk@FylerWrites


Excerpt from “Lazy Sunday” Sinful Pleasures   The time I first discovered her poetry weakness, outside, in the park, with my back against a tree. Reading French poetry, being desperately pretentious. She was doing the sun dress thing that Summer, and she looked like something from a watercolour in the yellow dress with strawberries on, and a broad straw hat. As I read, she closed her eyes, her breathing getting heavier.“Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe,” I read.She reached over, letting her hand lie, as if testing a theory, in my lap.I looked down, surprised but thrilled, and flared a welcome to her. She took off the sun hat, then unzipped me, pulling out my cock and covering her hand with the hat. “Keep reading,” she said, the Summer thick in her voice.I did, the words, the intonations rising and falling along with her fist on me. I’d just started “La vie est une fleur dont l’amour est le miel” when she squeezed the base of my cock, I thought to make me stop.“Le miel,” she repeated, seeming content and yet frowning.“Life is the flower, and love is the honey,” I translated. She nodded, as if to say she wasn’t an imbecile.“Oui,” she said, releasing me from her grip and letting the hat cover my modesty. “It’s no good,” she decided, her voice quavering. “Was gonna wait till I got you home, but that can’t happen now.” She reached quickly up both sides of the sun dress and drew her panties down, letting the dress fall quickly back into place and handing me the sodden scrap of fabric. That was it, that was the word, it was absolutely sodden, like you read about in stories and don’t believe until you experience it for yourself and realise you underestimate a woman at your peril.“One day, my darling,” she said, her voice raw and thick as she pulled the hat away, exposing me to the breeze and any wandering eyes, “I’m going to sink down your body while you read me this stuff, and I am going to suck your cock and blow your tiny mind to the sound of the French poets.”
BlurbSinful Press welcomes you to lose yourself in Sinful Pleasures.  Join us as we weave our way from mainstream erotic romance to surreal sex-filled dreamscapes and everything in between, created by some of the best new and established voices in the erotica genre. Janine Ashbless, Ella Scandal, Sonni de Soto, Jo Henny Wolf, Lily Harlem, Lady Divine, Gail Williams, Samantha MacLeod, Tony Fyler, Ellie Barker, Lisa McCarthy


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Mid Week Tease - CONFESSION #MWTease #newrelease #erotic #romance

Welcome to Mid Week Tease. I'm celebrating as CONFESSION has just hit the shelves. Here's a few to tease you...


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When Reverend Mark encounters a beautiful woman in his new congregation, he can’t begin to imagine what secrets and desires will be revealed when the church falls silent. Because Clara is no ordinary member of the flock, she’s temptation personified, sin wrapped up in pleasure, and living his Earthly life without her at his side isn’t something his heart or soul can contemplate.

He spread the strands of her hair out, watching his own movements as he did so. “Yes, that day is imprinted on my memory. Of course it happened before I made my commitments to God, our relations, and I’ve made my peace with the fact we were out of wedlock.”“We were young, in love, experimenting the way all teens do.”“In love.” His gaze lifted and connected with hers. “Yes, we were, very much so.”She bit on her bottom lip. Could he love her again? Was there still a kernel of longing in his heart for her? They’d ended so brutally, like a Band-Aid being ripped from a wound that hadn’t healed, and for her at least, it still hadn’t healed. It was raw, and it ached in the very center of her soul.He leaned forward a little, his attention now on her mouth.Damn it, she wanted to kiss him, even if it meant going to hell. Surely burning for all eternity would be a small price to pay to have his lips on hers once more.Does he want to kiss me?Suddenly he straightened and looked in the direction they’d been walking. “We should…”“Yes. Come on, this way.” She snatched in a breath and balled her hands into fists. She had to stay strong. Reverend Mark was off limits, no matter how tempting he was.

RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW - pre-order now!

You can now pre-order your copy of RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW direct from the publisher!

Contains my sexy MM story UNDERCOVER
Samuel’s job is to scrutinize the store’s customers and make sure everyone stays on the right side of the law. One sexy guy in particular has him not only hot under the collar, but filling his dreams, and starring in his wildest fantasies. Yet he can’t pluck up the courage to spark a conversation and find out if those lingering looks mean what he thinks they do.
Until, that is, a misdemeanour occurs giving him the chance to haul hot bloke into his office. The only trouble is, Samuel soon realizes he’s bitten off more than he can chew. This man isn’t going to take a reprimand lying down, not matter how much attraction is fizzing between them.
There’s only one thing for it, and that’s to allow the heat between them to reach combustion point even if it means switching, pushing boundaries and bending the rules. Undercover or not, burning desire and scorching lust can’t be ignored.

Sinful Pleasures - Release Day

Sinful Press welcomes you to lose yourself in Sinful Pleasures. 
Join us as we weave our way from mainstream erotic romance to surreal dreamscapes and everything in between, created by some of the best new and established voices in the erotica genre. 


Contains my story - FIREWORKS

#SexySnippets - CONFESSION #erotic #romance

I'm so excited to be here, this is my first time with Sexy Snippets. I hope you enjoy this little snippet from my newest release CONFESSION.

When Reverend Mark encounters a beautiful woman in his new congregation, he can’t begin to imagine what secrets and desires will be revealed when the church falls silent. Because Clara is no ordinary member of the flock, she’s temptation personified, sin wrapped up in pleasure, and living his Earthly life without her at his side isn’t something his heart or soul can contemplate.

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He knew full well Corinthians stated sex outside of marriage was immoral, sinful, and should be condemned. But damn it, Mark was pretty sure sex, right now, with Clara would be wondrous, special, and deeply connecting.As they walked, he was aware of himself hardening. He frowned and shoved his hands into his pockets again.Sex with Clara right now was not going to happen. He was simply seeing her safely do her door, the way a good Christian man should.“This is it,” she said, pausing at a flight of concrete stairs.He glanced at the tall high rise. “I’ll come up with you.”

Saturday Spankings - X-RATED #SatSpanks #Audiobook #KU

Welcome to another Saturday Spankings - here's a few swift ones from X-Rated (now also available as an audio book and KU).

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



He made swift work of reattaching the strap so she couldn’t move from the new position.“How does that feel?” he asked, picking up the flogger again.She didn’t reply.He slapped the flogger against his thigh. The sting was a shock. He’d have to be careful. “Answer me.”“I…yes, it’s okay like this.” She sounded nervous.“We’ll just try one, baby, if it’s not working for you, then never again.”She nodded.“Relax, just relax.”He didn’t want to rush, so he spent a couple of minutes sweeping the flogger over her body, toes to head, letting her concentrate on the kitten-soft sensation.When he was sure she was at ease, her breathing steady, he set his attention on her buttock.He tried a small thwack.She barely flinched.He did it again. A little harder.She murmured.Again he hit, more strength behind it.She sucked in a breath.“Too much?” he asked.“No, no, I can handle it.”“Do you want more?”“Yes, more.” She nodded feverishly.

Confession OUT TODAY

EVER FANCIED SEDUCING A SEXY GUY IN A CASSOCK?IF SO, FIND OUT MORE IN CONFESSION WHICH IS OUT NOW AND IT'S HOT, HOT, HOT!




When Reverend Mark encounters a beautiful woman in his new congregation, he can’t begin to imagine what secrets and desires will be revealed when the church falls silent. Because Clara is no ordinary member of the flock, she’s temptation personified, sin wrapped up in pleasure, and living his Earthly life without her at his side isn’t something his heart or soul can contemplate.

Complete Us - Available for Pre-Order NOW

You can now pre-order book #4, COMPLETE US in my brand new REDWOOD SHIFTERS series direct from the publisher. It will land on your reader on 29th August. (General release date 26th September).


Book #4 in the Redwood Shifters Series
Patrick’s life with his shifter mate Greg is idyllic. In love and lust they exist in a wonderful bubble of contentment and satisfaction in the Redwood Forest, giving into their needs and desires whenever the mood takes them.
Until one day Patrick stumbles across an injured dog. His wounds are shocking, it’s even more sickening how he got them.
Neither Patrick or Greg can abandon the poor creature and they take him into their home and their hearts. But when the new addition to their family turns out to be so much more than a dog can they act on what their bodies are crying out for? Will a third man in their relationship upset the applecart? He certainly thinks it will and it seems he’ll need convincing otherwise.

Out Now-ROUGH 'N' TOUGH #badboy #bookboyfriend #erotic #romance

Previously part of the British Bad Boys Boxed Set which is no longer available, ROUGH 'N' TOUGH is now available as an individual story or a free read on Kindle Unlimited.

It’s safe to say Carmel was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. A life of privilege and luxury is all she’s known. But that doesn’t mean she’s been lucky in love and with a nasty ex on the loose her trip home to study for exams isn’t going well.
Until that is the sexy Irish gardener her father has employed steps into the foray. Then things get really interesting, really fast. Before she knows it she’s stealing out into the darkness for an adventure her imagination could never have dreamt up. One thing is for sure, Harper is as good as he is bad, and as kinky as he is sexy. Carmel will never be the same again.
Please note, this book contains a dabble into mild breath play and an Irish traveller who will charm your pants off!