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Virgin Territory: an extract

She couldn't think of any alternative. Much as she loved Anna and Esme, she could not allow them to keep controlling her life like this.

She had to leave.

And she had to find Saul so that she could tell him, so that she could plead with him to take her away from all this.

She headed down the drive, and the sudden shade of the trees sent a chill down her back. After a short walk up the lane she stood before the church, its narrow steeple standing proud, a landmark that could be seen for miles around. There was no sign of the masons, though, and the churchyard was quiet.

She thought the site must be deserted and so was surprised when she rounded a corner and saw Jasper and Patrick sitting on a gravestone, drinking beer and staring at her with blank eyes.

Both men were stripped to the waist, leathery skin glistening in the sun. The hair on Jasper's chest and shoulders was like a rug, it was so thick.

"I... I was looking for Saul," she said.

Jasper nodded. "He's not here," he said.

"He was, but he isn't now," added Patrick.

"I told him to go."

"Told him there was no work today."

And as they spoke, something strange started to happen to their voices. Their pitch shifted, raised an octave or more; their accents became more delicate, refined, their tones less raspy and gruff.

"I thought you might come looking," said Jasper, and suddenly his expression shifted, as if the muscles had been pulled in unaccustomed directions. Now, not only did he sound like Esme, his face took on her expressions, too.

"I said she would," said Patrick, talking with Anna's voice and peering at Ruth with Anna's pale blue eyes.

She hadn't noticed them rise to their feet but they were standing now, hesitating as if waiting for a command.

"Do you know where he is?" Ruth asked. Talking seemed to make things seem more normal, but it didn't last.

"Far away from here, if he has any sense," said Jasper in Esme's voice, running a hand down over his chest, fingers trailing through thick hair. "You need to remember how this place works," he added.

Ruth recalled the sisters' words the previous day before they summoned the village's men to them: they'd said the villagers needed reminding of how things worked...

Before she could even make the decision to run Patrick had her by the arm, his fingers sharp like talons.

Ruth struggled, but he had her securely.

"Time for you to have a little reminder," said Jasper in his sing-song voice as he reached down, undid his belt and then his trousers.

Ruth continued to struggle but now Patrick was behind her, pincering both arms, his reek of sweat filling every breath she took. Hooking one of her arms through his so that he could hold her one-handed, he reached round with his free hand, tore at the blouse top of her dress, and started to squeeze at an exposed breast.

Stepping free of his trousers, Jasper stood before her. His cock was not the longest she'd seen, but it was broad and it stood hard, twitching as if alive, as if Charmed.

"You going to fight some more?" he asked softly, running a finger down her jawline.

With a foot in the back of one of Ruth's knees, Patrick made her kneel, and then Jasper took a fistful of her hair.

"You not going to fight?" he said in Esme's gentlest tones, the voice she had used when she had nursed Ruth through childhood fevers and adolescent traumas. "How disappointing. I do like it when they fight a bit..."

(continues...)


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Inkless Erotica

What a fabulous new site this is! Inkless Erotica brings together a rapidly expanding group of my favourite erotic authors, listing details of their work including purchasing links and full descriptions, erotica news and more. On top of all this, all profits after the authors have been paid go to charity.

The site's creators have done an excellent job, and I know I'll be using it as a shortcut to the good stuff (which can be so hard to find if you just try trawling through Amazon).

The site can be found at http://inklesserotica.com/

And here's my own page there: http://inklesserotica.com/author/pollyjadams/

Two new cover previews

I've just seen the covers for my next two ebooks, and I'm rather pleased.
Virgin Territory is the final instalment of my paranormal erotica series, The Touch. I'm working on the final edit for this one now, and it should be available soon.
The second cover is for when I bundle the entire series into a single volume, which will also appear later this month.

Extract: All Come Together, a tale of paranormal erotica

Back in the village... he hadn't expected this.

The first streets had been quiet, but now... now a woman hung out of an upper-storey window, topless. Naked for all he knew. "Hey, lover boy," she called to him, words slurring. "Come here, lover boy."

Up against a wall, lovers tangled. Two women kissing hard, legs tangled, grinding. As he watched, one tore open the other's top and dropped her head to suck and bite at a dark nipple.

He hurried on, only to find a group of women in the street near to the inn, blocking his way.

They saw him and it was as if a pack of predators had spotted prey.

"Hey, Saul," said one of them, a woman he half-recognised. "Saul, you going to show us what you got? Where's a man when you want one? Off fucking the witches of the Hall. Well we can all play at that now, can't we? Saul? Saul? Come here, Saul."

Buffeted from woman to woman, he tried at first to treat it as a joke and laugh it off, but they kept blocking his way and so he tried to force his way through.

Just a short distance to go to the inn and refuge, a door he could barricade himself behind until this madness evaporated.

One of the women caught his shirt and pulled, ripping it, and the sight of bare flesh seemed to drive them into a frenzy.

Another grabbed his belt, and then there were hands all over him, scratching and stroking, hands on his chest, on his arse, hands squeezing his cock through his trousers, hands buried in his hair. He would have fallen, but all the clutching hands supported him, and suddenly he was being lifted, carried at waist height in the middle of the throng.

Trousers parted, hands pulled at his hard cock and suddenly he feared they might pull it right off. Hands... hands... he didn't know how many hands, pulling and squeezing and scratching as they carried him.

A gunshot froze the scene, and Saul was half-dropped, half-released so that he could manage to extricate himself, to stand.

He was wearing only open, torn trousers now, and one boot.

He forced his way through the crowd and there was Rosie, his saviour, standing at the side door of the inn with a shotgun pointed skywards, smirking at his rapidly dwindling erection.

"Get inside, Saul," she said softly. "You really don't want to be out on a night like this. Not if you want to stay in one piece. Not with half the village out for a revenge fuck while their men are up at the Hall with the sisters."

[...continues]

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Whose story is it anyway? Point of view in erotic fiction

Some writers are chameleons, slipping smoothly from oneviewpoint to another, finding the voice of diverse characters with the skill ofthe greatest mimics. Most of us, though, tend to find ways of telling stories thatwe know work, allowing us to concentrate on other aspects, such ascharacterisation, setting, atmosphere and the story itself. And, of course, inthe case of erotica, allowing us to concentrate on turning you on, seducing youwith our words.

When it comes to point of view, a lot of erotica is writtenfirst person: I saw this, I did that, I did him...It gets you inside your protagonist's head, gives you an inside feed on whatthey experience as the story progresses. Third person viewpoint, on the otherhand, gives you a little more distance, even though you can still get insidecharacters' heads. It can make the whole thing a little voyeuristic, and itallows you to switch from character to character (although please don't do thistoo much: it makes me dizzy!). 
I write in lots of fields, under various names, and I loveexperimenting with ways of telling my stories. Erotica, however, is by itsnature very intimate, very personal, and this tends to dictate how I tell mystories.
Until recently, I've stuck to the woman's point of view.It's what I know, so I can be authentic. It's what appeals to me. It's whatturns me on. And I think it works for a lot of readers, too: female readerstend to prefer the woman's perspective, and from what I've picked up ondiscussion boards and talking to male friends, a lot of men don't want to gettoo intimate with a male viewpoint – they don't want another man there, intheir heads, when they're getting horny.
My first erotic book, You ,is a set of stories told first-person from the woman's perspective; taking arather unconventional twist, the stories are addressed to her male partner: Ido this and this is how you respond, and so on. I found that aparticularly intense viewpoint, and that book is still one of my mostsuccessful.
Subsequent books stuck to a more conventional woman's tightthird-person viewpoint: she did this, she did that – but allowing us still toget inside her head. This is what works best for me, as a writer and as areader: it allows us to identify closely with the protagonist, without thatprotagonist being me.
My current paranormal series, The Touch, has drawn me away from this storytelling mode, though.The opening story had to be told from two perspectives, and so it opens withthe story told third-person from my male protagonist's viewpoint, and laterswitches to my female protagonist. It's been an interesting challenge tellingan erotic story from a man's point of view, and I can tell you I've had to payparticular attention to the research to get it right! An unexpected bonus isthe realisation of how erotic it can be to describe a single encounter fromboth sides: I know what it feels like to be fucked, but what are the physicalsensations of the man fucking me? How does he feel when he comes? What worksfor him?
Having opened the series in the heads of both characers withthe first volume, Touched , I've stuckwith this approach for the second, Touched Again , and the story is told from both perspectives. With two more volumesto go, I'll stick with it. I like this approach and it certainly suits thestory, which is a bit more fully developed than with shorter pieces: whilethere's still an awful lot of sex in this series, including two large-scalegang-bang scenes (another first for me), the four stories are driven by theback-story of two lovers and the magic that contains them. To hold serialfiction like this together over several instalments, you need more than justhot sex. No, really you do. Alternating perspectives is one way of bothbuilding the story and hotting it up!
After this series, though, who knows? As I say, I've foundit quite horny getting into both partners' heads, and experiencing the sexscenes from both sides, so it's a technique I'm sure I'll use again. And if itworks for me, I hope it works for my readers, too!

Extract: Touched Again, a tale of paranormal erotica

Saul woke late, exhausted. He felt as if he hadn't slept at all.

He'd dreamed in the night, a broken, disturbed dream that fled from his memory even as he came fully awake.

A dream of sex. But... there had been nobody there. The feel of hands on his dick. Stroking, pulling, rubbing. The feel of a mouth sliding down around his shaft until he hit tight, resistant throat; a slight scrape of teeth along his length. And then, later, a different warmth, a different wetness engulfing him.

In his dream he had woken, although now he understood that he could not have actually woken and it had just been the dream taking a different turn. He had looked down his naked body, then, and seen his cock standing proud, pulsing and jerking to the invisible movements of his phantom lover.

Finally: a hot jet of semen, spitting into the air and landing on his belly and ribs in a long, slick streak.

A dream. A dream of sex. A dream unlike any he had known before. 

...continues
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New cover for Easy as One, Two, Three

I like the old cover for this one, but didn't think it quite fitted with the story, so after discussions with my publishing partner we've changed the cover. A young woman in the shower is perfect for the first episode of the story where J is in the shower fantasising about the new gym instructor. What do you think?

Sample Sunday

Sample Sunday: when writers send tweets with links to free samples of their work, and retweet other writers' Sample Sunday tweets in order to share audiences around. I'm not sure how effective it is: at worst it's just a handful of indie writers tweeting to each other. But hell, I'm going to give it a go.

Anyhow... What I propose is that I'll list below the tweets of my own titles I've scheduled. I wouldn't expect anyone to retweet them all, but it'd be great if anyone who reads this would be willing to retweet one or two. And I'll keep an eye on those who retweet to see if I can return the favour. Also, if you'd like to comment here with your Sample Sunday tweets, I'll tweet those too.

Note: I'm trying to stick to erotica for now, so won't retweet anything that doesn't fall into the erotica/romance categories.

Sample Sunday tweets should include:
your tweet name (eg, @PollyJAdams)the #samplesunday tagyour genre tag (eg #erotica )a URL to link to your free sampleif you have room, a snippet to give a flavour of your work So here are mine:

"And then you're going to have to watch me play..." You by @PollyJAdams #samplesunday #erotica http://ow.ly/7cKvt #kindle #sex

"What was his cock like? How would it feel in her hand? How would he taste?" Easy by @PollyJAdams http://ow.ly/7ibLK #samplesunday #erotica

Letting Go: a ghostly story of love, loss and sexual abandon by @PollyJAdams http://ow.ly/1zyGZh #samplesunday #erotica #paranormal

"If you win, I'm going to have to undress you and handcuff you to the bed..." You by @PollyJAdams #samplesunday #erotica http://ow.ly/7cKvt

"I hate to be rude, but could we just go somewhere and fuck?" #samplesunday #erotica from @PollyJAdams http://bitly.com/s7JKhw

"The invisible hand still gripped his cock but now... wetness" http://ow.ly/7rfDy #paranormal #erotica by @PollyJAdams #samplesunday

Extract: Touched, a tale of paranormal erotica

He woke to hands on his cock, one gripping tight around the base, the palm pressed down on his balls, the other running lightly along his shaft, up and down, a light, delicate touch. "Hnh?" he grunted, shifting on his small mattress and wondering how she had got in. "Rosie?"For a moment longer, he kept his eyes shut, savouring the sensation, the hand sliding over the head of his dick, rolling his foreskin back and forth.He opened his eyes. "Rosie... Oh, Rosie..."The room was in darkness, the storm still blowing wild outside."Rosie?"He hauled himself into a half-sitting position, her hands still working his dick."Rosie?"He found a match, struck it.Nothing.No one there.And still, the hands wanked him, his cock hard, as if carved from stone."Rosie?"He struck another match, found the oil lamp on the floor, lit it.As the dim light intensified and his eyes adjusted, he peered into the gloom.He was alone. He looked down his body to where his erection tented the blanket.Scared now, he tugged at the cover, pulled it aside.His cock stood high and proud, pointing at the ceiling, everything about it defying gravity. As he watched, it jerked back and forth, side to side, and he could see the skin along his shaft rippling as the invisible hand pulled, saw the foreskin rolling over his shining wet glans, covering it, and then pulling back, exposing him again.His heart raced as a surge of panic threatened to swamp him.For long seconds all he could do was stay there, half lying, half sitting, staring at his dick as it jerked and twitched, as if possessed.He waved a hand, down, over his crotch, but he encountered nothing, nobody. Yet still: the grip on his dick, the wanking.He wanted to get up. Run.But where? If there was still anyone in the bar what kind of reception would he get? Butt-naked, cock hard, gibbering and screaming...A change, a shift, the invisible hand still gripping the base of his cock but now... wetness, firm pressure on the exposed head of his dick, the firmness sliding down around his shaft, wet warmth engulfing him.He tipped his head back and groaned....continues
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Extract: The Virgin and the Three Brothers

Once upon a time there was a princess who learned that she liked to have sex, and lots of it.
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In this contemporary fairy-tale, Jade Redfearn has led a sheltered life, but now must choose one of three brothers as her partner. Will it be athletic tennis coach Joe, shy genius Adam, or ultra-successful Luke? With the help of her wealthy father's all-knowing PA Gwendolyn, Jade sets out on a quest to find out.

Extract: The Virgin and the Three Brothers

They talked for the entire evening, about their childhoods, their parents, the world, Adam's brothers, about anything and everything. Jade hadn't had so much fun in ages, and she couldn't remember ever being appreciated and enjoyed as much as this.

At the end of the evening they were the last to leave the restaurant and it was an automatic, unthinking thing for Jade to coil her fingers into Adam's as they emerged onto the city street.

They walked the short distance to the station and Adam took her other hand and kissed her tenderly on the cheek, and that could have been how the night ended. But instead, she turned her head slightly and her lips brushed against his cheek as he pulled away. He paused, turned, and their lips met, pressed, softly at first and then harder, more urgently.

"I... I have a place not far," he said, when they pulled apart a short time later. "That is..."

They made it to his front door, pushed through, swung it shut behind them and then they were kissing, her hands on his face, his around the narrowing of her waist. She pushed him back against a wall, hooked a hand into the neck of his shirt, and held him tight while she kissed him again.

He pulled away, took her hand, led her through to another room, a bedroom. Light from the street gave the room a half-lit, shadowy appearance. She looked around and then he was holding her, hands running over her, a delicate, teasing touch.

He found the top button of her blouse, freed it, worked down. Pulling it open, his head moved down, lips and teeth working at the skin of her neck, her collarbone, the first swell of her breasts.

Her bra was loose. She hadn't noticed him free it, had been lost to his touch.

He pushed it aside and his lips found a nipple, sending an almost electric thrill through her body.

He started to flick at it with the tip of his tongue and it was as if she was transported from her body and there was just her nipple and that flicking, lapping sensation.

Lying back on the bed a little later, her breasts exposed, and his mouth on her smooth belly, she felt the heel of his hand pressing against the mound of her pussy. She reached down and freed her skirt, allowing him to pull it free.

Just in her delicate satin knickers now, she wriggled up the bed so that she could rest her feet on it, her knees up, legs parted.

For a moment, he paused over her and then he dipped his head again, gently biting and tonguing her belly, her hip, the outside of one thigh.
...continues

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