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August 2, 2012
New Release! 'Fulfill Me' by Victoria Blisse
Fulfill Me by Victoria BlisseCaitlyn is out to get what she wants and she desperately wants Nick Casey, Star of Dobsons Digs the biggest soap on TV. She will do anything to get into his life but one thing, one person always stops her. His annoying yet handsome PA Mike. But there is more to Nick and to Mike than she could ever have first imagined. She ends up on a journey from one side of BDSM to the complete opposite and all the time she’s just looking for the man who can make her whole.
Excerpt I pick up my coat, and feel Nick’s hands helping me into it, like the gentleman he obviously is. We walk outside, I wave to the others as I leave, my hand in the crook of Nick’s arm, my face set in a knowing smirk that I know will drive the others crazy. Outside Nick leads me to a sleek grey Porsche Boxster. He leads me to the passenger side door and lets me in, holding the door until I sit down, then he closes it gently behind me. He is a gentleman (or paranoid about his Porsche getting beaten up) and I admire his strong frame as he walks around the front of the car, seating himself beside me.
“Where am I taking you?” I reply with my address and he nods, “Yeah, I know where you mean, it’s not far from where I live, actually.”
“Oh good. I’m glad you won’t be going too far out of your way.”
He drives with the confidence and speed of a secret spy. He takes a particularly sharp corner, pretending to overbalance I reach out my hand till it lands on his thigh, and squeeze it, as if I were using it to break my fall.
“Sorry,” he croaks. “I get a bit carried away sometimes.”
“No problem.” I reply, my hand still lying at the top of his thigh. “I’m just a bit of a delicate girly girl sometimes.” I squeeze his thigh again, and feel his cock twitch in his pants. I am wet, I want to just pull the lever to lie the chair back and let him take me here and now. Not that he could do that. Driving and fucking at the same time is impossible, even for a big star like Nick.
I lift my hand away, so he can get to the gear stick, I lick my lips, as I think about getting my hands on his gear stick that I can see pressing against the crotch of his jeans. When he pulls up outside my flat, I smile over to him as I undo my safety belt. “Thank you so much for the lift, you saved me the trial of finding a taxi on a Friday night.”
“It was definitely my pleasure,” he replies, leaning over, angled towards me. I tip into the middle myself and land a gentle kiss on his cheek, then I feel his skin move below my lips, and suddenly I’m lip to lip with a sex god. With my sexual fantasy.
My hand presses onto his arm to hold me up and his other hand sweeps down my bare arm giving me goose bumps and setting my spine to trembling. My lips are fused to his, the nerves alight, as if they’re melting onto his, hot, liquid kisses which slip into the French, tongues rolling against one another, dueling and caressing.
This isn’t just a kiss it is the kiss. The most important of an episode, the one where their lips finally meet, fireworks, screaming classical violins and neon lighting all try to take the moment, but the lips have it. The kiss is the main star and everything else fades into the background. When a couple of my motor neurons manage to spark once again, I pull out of the kiss. I know it’s important to take control now, to deprive him of me, not to cling or seem too wanting.
I take a staggered breath and unclick my door. “I’ll see you Monday then Nick.” I manage to squeeze the words out between my raw lips.
“See you then, Caitlyn. Goodbye.”
I step out and walk directly to my door, fighting the urge to turn round and watch him drive away. I struggle to walk as the blood is pumping around me so fast, I feel like I’ve just gotten off a treadmill. Once through the door I strike my fist into the air, and yell, “YESSSSSSSSSS!”
I startle Old Mr. Connors who was coming home from his night cap. I apologise sheepishly and run up the stairs to the safety of my flat.
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July 31, 2012
Guest Post - Kay Jaybee
I'd like to welcome Kay Jaybee here today with her very successful novel 'The Perfect Submissive'. It was so highly praised, and in demand, as an ebook that it has now been released in paperback format as well. You'll be able to understand why if you read the tempting excerpt!
Thanks for inviting me to crash your site today, so I can tell you a bit about my new paperback, The Perfect Submissive. Although it has been out as an e-book for a year now, the paperback version is hot off the press, and I couldn’t be happier with it.
I have been writing erotica for almost seven years now, and over that time I have built up something of a reputation for penning tales of the S&M and BDSM persuasion. Never has this reputation been more deserved than with The Perfect Submissive, which I have to confess, definitely falls into the heavier side of erotica. In other words, it is pretty full on!
Blurb- Hidden behind the Fables Hotels respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its guests.When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotels exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she instantly recognises the young woman's potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education.Under the tutelage of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with her unexpected training schedule, the increasingly erotic chill she experiences each time she survives a new level of correction, and a truly sexy exercise routine. Temporarily distracted from her intimidating rule over Fable’s top floor by an enigmatic artist, Mrs Peters begins to plan how she can secure his obedient assistance, in grooming Jess into the perfect submissive...
Making a living out of writing sex scenes is great fun whichever way you look at it. For me however, it is the kinkier scenes that are the most interesting and attractive to both read and create. To be able to invent interesting and unusual- yet believable (if somewhat muscle stretching), ways to provide pleasure is a challenge I really enjoy. Taking everyday objects and turning them into instruments of eroticism- through either direct pleasure, or through pleasure via desired pain, is a wonderful way to spend my days! For example, why just use a paintbrush to paint with? Miss Jess Sanders has been tied to an art table in the Fables Hotel’s pseudo school room for what seems like hours, and now, at last, physical relief has arrived...‘Master Philips, this is Miss Jess Sanders, the new administration clerk, and soon, well ... let’s just say, I have high hopes for this young lady.’Jess’s brain galloped off at a number of conflicting tangents as Lee nodded in evident understanding. An understanding Jess certainly did not share. What high hopes?‘While you were lying here enjoying yourself, Miss Sanders, Master Philips here, has proffered me a great service.’Jess said nothing, her eyes trained on the white tabletop before her, not wanting to see the predatory look of either of the people who towered over her. She could feel the sexual tension rising in the stale air of the room, and her body tingled.Daring another glance at the young man, Jess took in the short dark hair, the slim body, the midnight blue eyes, and the unmistakable bulge of a hard cock beneath his suit trousers, which made her pussy give an involuntary spasm against the brush.‘As you can see, Master Philip, Miss Sanders has been corked with one of the heftier classrooms paintbrushes. Just a little something to keep that untutored body amused in my absence.’Jess closed her eyes as she heard Mrs Peters talking about her as if she was a mere thing, a toy to be played with. The idea appalled her, and yet, somehow the thought that they could do whatever they liked to her, sent another shot of desire through her abused frame, confusing her further.Lee said nothing, but watched as Mrs Peters’ hand went towards the bristles that extruded from the girl’s cunt. Jess groaned as it was abruptly pulled out, leaving her pussy emptier than ever.Sardonically observing Lee’s aroused state, the manageress asked him, ‘Would you like your dick to replace the brush handle for Miss Sanders? I’m sure that right now she is feeling particularly in need of filling, and I know you have a cock worthy of the job.’Without raising his head, Lee replied, ‘Thank you Mrs Peters, I would.’‘Then assist me.’Swiftly Jess’s bindings were untied. It felt strange to be free, and the clerk’s shoulders cracked as she moved, flexing her arms and legs to get her blood circulating again. Jess wasn’t allowed her freedom for long however, as Mrs Peters yanked her arms sharply behind her back, re-tying her wrists, and shoving her into the larger and more comfortable teacher’s chair, her butt on the very edge of the seat, her legs spread.‘As you are aware, Master Philips, I consider patience one of life’s greatest virtues, a lesson I think, by the look of desperation that is shining so blatantly in Miss Sanders’ eyes, it is high time she learnt.’‘Yes Mrs Peters.’ Lee deflated slightly as he realised he would have to wait a little longer for his reward, but felt better when Laura passed him the paintbrush, knowing precisely what he was supposed to do with it.Jess, her eyes wide, her throat drier than ever, watched as Lee ran the brush’s soft bristles between his fingers. Kneeling before Jess, he placed the tip of the paintbrush on the very end of her right nipple. Gasping with shock at the sensitivity of the touch, Jess began to shiver against the sweeping strokes Lee focused on her breast.‘I must congratulate you, Master Philips.’ Mrs Peters spoke with approval. ‘You have an excellent technique there, arousing, and stimulating, without being quite enough to make your subject come.’Jess groaned. Why wouldn’t they let her come? As the deliciously torturous brush moved onto her left tit, tears of desire and frustration gathered at the corner of her eyes. She knew she was minutes away from begging. Begging to be fucked, begging to be allowed to come; begging for a warm mouth to come to her pussy, her chest, her mouth.Her quivers turned to shakes as her stomach knotted with the build up of a fast approaching climax.A gesture from Laura and Lee dropped the brush, causing tears of desperation to course down Jess’s cheeks. ‘Now, Miss Sanders, you have to learn to pace yourself. This is as much for our enjoyment as yours, and we are not ready to let you come yet.’Blinking in disbelief at her superior’s words, Jess felt the tears dry against her face, as once again the brush was employed by Lee, this time along her tethered arms, her unsteady legs and her taut stomach. Concentrating hard on not pleading for more direct attention, Jess tried to ignore the growing ache between her legs, and the increasingly obvious presence of Lee’s erection.Jess’s persistent moans turned to helpless whimpers as Mrs Peters finally broke the tension, ‘You may remove your clothes, Lee.’The young man moved with uncaring speed and Jess gulped as she saw the neatly circumcised penis that was pointing at her hungrily, slide into the waiting rubber.Ordered to sit up straight, Jess obeyed as the barman gratefully sank his length into Jess’s slick snatch. Their mutual sighs of relief made Mrs Peters issue a sharp sneering laugh, ‘So young and so desperate.’Picking up the brush, the manageress began to stroke the cream bristles back over Jess’s tormented nipples, as Lee heaved against her, slapping his backside and balls against her in his urgency to come.Jess screamed out her climax, her body rocking in shocked pent up pleasure.As Jess slumped against the barman, Mrs Peters dropped the brush to the floor. ‘You see, Miss Sanders, some things are so much better if they are promised, but withheld for a while. If you are made to wait, you appreciate things all the more. Don’t you think?’‘Yes, Mrs Peters.’ Jess spoke automatically through breathless lips. There really wasn’t anything else she could say...
If you fancy delving in to the world of Mrs Peters and discovering how Jess copes with her submissive education, The Perfect Submissive is available in paperback, as an e-novel, and as an e-trilogy (Part1- Hidden Agenda, Part 2- The Art of Submissive Survival, Part 3- Room 54)Thanks again for letting me visit todayKayxx
Bio Kay Jaybee wrote the novel The Perfect Submissive (Xcite 2012), and the novellas A Sticky Situation(Xcite, 2012), and Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (OCPress, 2011). She’s also written the anthologies Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010), and The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2008). Kay has had over 60 short stories published by Cleis Press (inc. Best of Best Women’s Erotica 2, Best Women’s Erotica 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2012; Best Bondage 2012, Sweet Love, Smooth, Gotta Have It, Sweet Confessions), Black Lace (Sexy Little Numbers), Mammoth (The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica),Xcite (inc.Ultimate Sins, Boy Fun, Power Play, Threesomes, Finger Music), Penguin (Oysters and Chocolate; Erotic Stories of Every Flavor), Seal (Oysters and Chocolate; Nice Girls, Naughty Sex),and Sweetmeats Press (Immoral Views). She is awaiting the publishing of her second novel,Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats Press, 2012) Details of her work past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
Buy Links Xcite Amazon (UK) Amazon (US)Barnes & Noble
Thanks for inviting me to crash your site today, so I can tell you a bit about my new paperback, The Perfect Submissive. Although it has been out as an e-book for a year now, the paperback version is hot off the press, and I couldn’t be happier with it.
I have been writing erotica for almost seven years now, and over that time I have built up something of a reputation for penning tales of the S&M and BDSM persuasion. Never has this reputation been more deserved than with The Perfect Submissive, which I have to confess, definitely falls into the heavier side of erotica. In other words, it is pretty full on!
Blurb- Hidden behind the Fables Hotels respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its guests.When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotels exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she instantly recognises the young woman's potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education.Under the tutelage of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with her unexpected training schedule, the increasingly erotic chill she experiences each time she survives a new level of correction, and a truly sexy exercise routine. Temporarily distracted from her intimidating rule over Fable’s top floor by an enigmatic artist, Mrs Peters begins to plan how she can secure his obedient assistance, in grooming Jess into the perfect submissive...
Making a living out of writing sex scenes is great fun whichever way you look at it. For me however, it is the kinkier scenes that are the most interesting and attractive to both read and create. To be able to invent interesting and unusual- yet believable (if somewhat muscle stretching), ways to provide pleasure is a challenge I really enjoy. Taking everyday objects and turning them into instruments of eroticism- through either direct pleasure, or through pleasure via desired pain, is a wonderful way to spend my days! For example, why just use a paintbrush to paint with? Miss Jess Sanders has been tied to an art table in the Fables Hotel’s pseudo school room for what seems like hours, and now, at last, physical relief has arrived...‘Master Philips, this is Miss Jess Sanders, the new administration clerk, and soon, well ... let’s just say, I have high hopes for this young lady.’Jess’s brain galloped off at a number of conflicting tangents as Lee nodded in evident understanding. An understanding Jess certainly did not share. What high hopes?‘While you were lying here enjoying yourself, Miss Sanders, Master Philips here, has proffered me a great service.’Jess said nothing, her eyes trained on the white tabletop before her, not wanting to see the predatory look of either of the people who towered over her. She could feel the sexual tension rising in the stale air of the room, and her body tingled.Daring another glance at the young man, Jess took in the short dark hair, the slim body, the midnight blue eyes, and the unmistakable bulge of a hard cock beneath his suit trousers, which made her pussy give an involuntary spasm against the brush.‘As you can see, Master Philip, Miss Sanders has been corked with one of the heftier classrooms paintbrushes. Just a little something to keep that untutored body amused in my absence.’Jess closed her eyes as she heard Mrs Peters talking about her as if she was a mere thing, a toy to be played with. The idea appalled her, and yet, somehow the thought that they could do whatever they liked to her, sent another shot of desire through her abused frame, confusing her further.Lee said nothing, but watched as Mrs Peters’ hand went towards the bristles that extruded from the girl’s cunt. Jess groaned as it was abruptly pulled out, leaving her pussy emptier than ever.Sardonically observing Lee’s aroused state, the manageress asked him, ‘Would you like your dick to replace the brush handle for Miss Sanders? I’m sure that right now she is feeling particularly in need of filling, and I know you have a cock worthy of the job.’Without raising his head, Lee replied, ‘Thank you Mrs Peters, I would.’‘Then assist me.’Swiftly Jess’s bindings were untied. It felt strange to be free, and the clerk’s shoulders cracked as she moved, flexing her arms and legs to get her blood circulating again. Jess wasn’t allowed her freedom for long however, as Mrs Peters yanked her arms sharply behind her back, re-tying her wrists, and shoving her into the larger and more comfortable teacher’s chair, her butt on the very edge of the seat, her legs spread.‘As you are aware, Master Philips, I consider patience one of life’s greatest virtues, a lesson I think, by the look of desperation that is shining so blatantly in Miss Sanders’ eyes, it is high time she learnt.’‘Yes Mrs Peters.’ Lee deflated slightly as he realised he would have to wait a little longer for his reward, but felt better when Laura passed him the paintbrush, knowing precisely what he was supposed to do with it.Jess, her eyes wide, her throat drier than ever, watched as Lee ran the brush’s soft bristles between his fingers. Kneeling before Jess, he placed the tip of the paintbrush on the very end of her right nipple. Gasping with shock at the sensitivity of the touch, Jess began to shiver against the sweeping strokes Lee focused on her breast.‘I must congratulate you, Master Philips.’ Mrs Peters spoke with approval. ‘You have an excellent technique there, arousing, and stimulating, without being quite enough to make your subject come.’Jess groaned. Why wouldn’t they let her come? As the deliciously torturous brush moved onto her left tit, tears of desire and frustration gathered at the corner of her eyes. She knew she was minutes away from begging. Begging to be fucked, begging to be allowed to come; begging for a warm mouth to come to her pussy, her chest, her mouth.Her quivers turned to shakes as her stomach knotted with the build up of a fast approaching climax.A gesture from Laura and Lee dropped the brush, causing tears of desperation to course down Jess’s cheeks. ‘Now, Miss Sanders, you have to learn to pace yourself. This is as much for our enjoyment as yours, and we are not ready to let you come yet.’Blinking in disbelief at her superior’s words, Jess felt the tears dry against her face, as once again the brush was employed by Lee, this time along her tethered arms, her unsteady legs and her taut stomach. Concentrating hard on not pleading for more direct attention, Jess tried to ignore the growing ache between her legs, and the increasingly obvious presence of Lee’s erection.Jess’s persistent moans turned to helpless whimpers as Mrs Peters finally broke the tension, ‘You may remove your clothes, Lee.’The young man moved with uncaring speed and Jess gulped as she saw the neatly circumcised penis that was pointing at her hungrily, slide into the waiting rubber.Ordered to sit up straight, Jess obeyed as the barman gratefully sank his length into Jess’s slick snatch. Their mutual sighs of relief made Mrs Peters issue a sharp sneering laugh, ‘So young and so desperate.’Picking up the brush, the manageress began to stroke the cream bristles back over Jess’s tormented nipples, as Lee heaved against her, slapping his backside and balls against her in his urgency to come.Jess screamed out her climax, her body rocking in shocked pent up pleasure.As Jess slumped against the barman, Mrs Peters dropped the brush to the floor. ‘You see, Miss Sanders, some things are so much better if they are promised, but withheld for a while. If you are made to wait, you appreciate things all the more. Don’t you think?’‘Yes, Mrs Peters.’ Jess spoke automatically through breathless lips. There really wasn’t anything else she could say...
If you fancy delving in to the world of Mrs Peters and discovering how Jess copes with her submissive education, The Perfect Submissive is available in paperback, as an e-novel, and as an e-trilogy (Part1- Hidden Agenda, Part 2- The Art of Submissive Survival, Part 3- Room 54)Thanks again for letting me visit todayKayxx
Bio Kay Jaybee wrote the novel The Perfect Submissive (Xcite 2012), and the novellas A Sticky Situation(Xcite, 2012), and Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (OCPress, 2011). She’s also written the anthologies Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010), and The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2008). Kay has had over 60 short stories published by Cleis Press (inc. Best of Best Women’s Erotica 2, Best Women’s Erotica 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2012; Best Bondage 2012, Sweet Love, Smooth, Gotta Have It, Sweet Confessions), Black Lace (Sexy Little Numbers), Mammoth (The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica),Xcite (inc.Ultimate Sins, Boy Fun, Power Play, Threesomes, Finger Music), Penguin (Oysters and Chocolate; Erotic Stories of Every Flavor), Seal (Oysters and Chocolate; Nice Girls, Naughty Sex),and Sweetmeats Press (Immoral Views). She is awaiting the publishing of her second novel,Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats Press, 2012) Details of her work past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
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July 24, 2012
The Emerald Room - A new Anthology from Scarlett Knight
The Emerald Room by Scarlett KnightExperience the passion that ignites when handsome older men connect with young beautiful women. This steamy collection of four erotic short stories includes the kind of sexy encounters that only a blending of experience and youth can bring. Read how a composed college professor gives over to his lust for one of his faithful students, witness a seasoned theatre director succumbing to the stubborn wiles of a hot young actress in his play, and more.Available from:Amazon UK
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And all other good eBook retailers.*****Excerpt:The Emerald Room bar was one of the classier joints where Nate got paid to play these days. Every Friday for the past two months, he put on a jacket and bowtie and sat at their shiny baby grand, tickling the keys for his two-hour set. It was a hell of a lot better than some of the trashy spots he was forced to waste his talent in, places whose patrons were so noisy and crude, where his music drowned beneath the sound of shrill laughter and glass breaking. But not this place.Aside from the nice paycheck, and aside from the sleek marble-topped bar and tall cherry wood seats, and aside from the polite, well-dressed folks who not only listened to him but tipped as well, there was the goddess. She always showed up when he was about thirty minutes into his set, usually around the time he was playing soundtrack tunes from movies like The Godfather. In she'd stride, wearing one of her killer dresses. Sometimes it was the little black one, her hair cascading like a golden wave down her bare back. Other times she wore the sparkling red number. Tonight she donned a silver gown with a slit all the way up to the top of her right leg, the lacy band of her stocking peeking out whenever she moved just right on the barstool.God, did Nate have a thing for stockings.Her black stilettos only made her heavenly legs even more mouthwatering, the way they caused the calf muscles to flex just right. In between songs he took a sip of his bourbon and loosened his tie. To imagine those legs wrapped around him…it was the fuel for many a fantasy after he went home, too chicken shit to talk to her.
June 12, 2012
The Lucky Seven!
The wonderful Aimee Duffy has just tagged me in her post The Lucky Seven, thanks for nominating me Aimee :-)
The challenge. Post seven lines from an unpublished work of fiction. My current WIP (nearly finished) was called Riding High last week, but over the weekend I had inspiration and it's now got the title 'Choices'. It has been one of those tricky ones to write... but it's getting there finally (and no I've not edited it yet!!).So, the rules: § Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript (fiction or non-fiction)§ Go to line 7§ Post on your blog the next 7 lines, or sentences, as they are – no cheating § Tag 7 other authors to do the same
She’d sit with him, just for a bit, just for a drink before she threw him out and closed the place up for the night. “You do get people in here then?” He shifted in closer, his gaze intent on hers. “Yeah, real people.” “It has its attractions, even without all the people.” She tried to ignore his finger as it traced a slow line of heat from her elbow right down to her wrist, tried to ignore the almost indiscernible pressure from his fingertips that was sending a flutter of want straight between her thighs. “Bright lights aren’t everything you know.”
And the seven lucky nominees are - Raven McAllan Doris O'Connor Lucy Felthouse Toni Sands Annie Seaton Melissa Munns Tea Cooper
June 5, 2012
Tour update....
I hope you enjoyed the excerpts and posts last week on my blog tour, if you want to find out more you can find me at the following places this week -
Monday - I was with K D Grace at A Hopeful Romantic talking about control and past experiences.
Tuesday, I'm over at Simply Ali and if you ever wondered about how I fill my day then you can find out!
On Wednesday at The Erotic Literary Salon I'm talking about why I wrote Forfeit, and why erotica is suddenly in the news even though it's been around a very long time!
Victoria Blisse has been kind enough to host me on Thursday, where I'm chatting about the scary business of letting my debut novel out into the big wide world.
On Friday I'm stopping off at Book Reviews and More by Kathy, which is sadly the last stop of the tour.
Don't forget, there is a new excerpt to read each day and a little insight into either me, the characters or the book. Enjoy :-)
Last Thursday I visited Aine, who was also kind enough to review Forfeit. If you missed the interview/review you can read the full review by clicking here.
Forfeit is a wonderfully sexy, hot, need a cold shower while reading, story about Cat and Brent..... So take a chance on a very sexy read and grab a copy of Forfeit! read more
Monday - I was with K D Grace at A Hopeful Romantic talking about control and past experiences.
Tuesday, I'm over at Simply Ali and if you ever wondered about how I fill my day then you can find out!
On Wednesday at The Erotic Literary Salon I'm talking about why I wrote Forfeit, and why erotica is suddenly in the news even though it's been around a very long time!
Victoria Blisse has been kind enough to host me on Thursday, where I'm chatting about the scary business of letting my debut novel out into the big wide world.
On Friday I'm stopping off at Book Reviews and More by Kathy, which is sadly the last stop of the tour.
Don't forget, there is a new excerpt to read each day and a little insight into either me, the characters or the book. Enjoy :-)
Last Thursday I visited Aine, who was also kind enough to review Forfeit. If you missed the interview/review you can read the full review by clicking here.
Forfeit is a wonderfully sexy, hot, need a cold shower while reading, story about Cat and Brent..... So take a chance on a very sexy read and grab a copy of Forfeit! read more
May 29, 2012
Hot excerpts and sexy insights.. join me on my tour!
It's week one of my 'Forfeit' blog tour and I'd love it if you can spare the time to join me and have a chat. I'm posting a new excerpt at each stop along the way, enjoy :-)
Yesterday I was with Gemma Parkes talking about love, lust and why I write erotica.
Today, Tuesday, I'm over at Simply Sexy Stories chatting to Nichelle, I'm revealing a few new facts about me, Cat and Brent, and there is a hot menage excerpt from Forfeit.
Tomorrow I'll be popping to see Lily Harlem talking about what inspired me to write the story.
Thursday I am being interviewed over at House Millar with Aine P Massie with an excerpt where there is more than food being served at the dinner table!
And the last stop of the week is Release Notes where you can read Cat's story.
Which excerpt grabbed you? And is there anything else you'd like to know about me, Cat, Brent or how the whole story came about?
I'm touring again next week - more details to follow!
Yesterday I was with Gemma Parkes talking about love, lust and why I write erotica.
Today, Tuesday, I'm over at Simply Sexy Stories chatting to Nichelle, I'm revealing a few new facts about me, Cat and Brent, and there is a hot menage excerpt from Forfeit.
Tomorrow I'll be popping to see Lily Harlem talking about what inspired me to write the story.
Thursday I am being interviewed over at House Millar with Aine P Massie with an excerpt where there is more than food being served at the dinner table!
And the last stop of the week is Release Notes where you can read Cat's story.
Which excerpt grabbed you? And is there anything else you'd like to know about me, Cat, Brent or how the whole story came about?
I'm touring again next week - more details to follow!
May 28, 2012
Love, lust and writing erotic romance..
It's day one of my blog tour today and you can catch me over at Gemma Parkes place where I'm talking about love, lust and why I decided to write an erotic novel. Thanks for having me Gemma :-)
May 18, 2012
Perceptions
When I first announced the release of my debut novel to friends, family and the public at large I got a very mixed response. Which I expected. Why? Because it was erotica.
Having sex, and writing and talking about it, has been going on since day dot (big surprise eh?) - unless conception is indeed immaculate on a worldwide scale. (And no I don't want to get into discussions on what immaculate conception does and doesn't actually mean!)
So what's the problem? Is it that we aren't supposed to talk about it ('it' being sex, shhh)? Or that we aren't supposed to do it, or write about it, for enjoyment? Is it about embarrassment - that we might actually enjoy reading erotica, that it might turn us on and we really don't want anyone to know?
Having sex for enjoyment, as opposed to procreation, is of course a stalling point for some people. But again, lust and pleasure are not new ideas, think Roman orgy, the sex toy industry and DH Lawrence just for starters. No, no stop thinking - we aren't supposed to do that!
'That book' has stirred a lot of interest in the world of erotica, and whether you love it or loathe it, you have to admit that for those involved in the world of erotic writing (and probably other associated industries) it is a win win situation. More people are buying erotica, reading it and talking about it. And maybe they're doing it?! (There are stats that suggests people who read/write erotica/romance have better sex lives, which I can believe.) But some of those same readers would be shocked if they found out a family member or friend was actually penning the stuff.
So why? I had an interesting conversation the other day, starting with a discreet statement about my rampant sex life (who knew?!) which got me thinking... about perceptions.
When I write contemporary romance no-one assumes I know any millionaires, have had a broken heart, fly off to Paris every weekend, or that I've had a secret pregnancy... they don't assume I've lived the way my characters do. In the same way that readers don't assume crime writers have murdered, or fantasy/paranormal writers have met angels or vampires.
But for some reason if you write about sex, the assumption is it's based on practical experience (unless you're writing paranormal erotica maybe?!)....that the BDSM writer has been whipped into shape until her bum burns, that the menage writer loves nothing more than 3 men with her morning coffee, that being tied to the bed naked is how every Sunday starts, that anal sex is a turning point of her every relationship.... now yeah I've done some naughty things, and I've fantasised about other things, but then there are some ideas that do nothing personally for me at all. But I'm not going to say what does it for me and what doesn't. That's me. And personal.
So to everyone that knows me, and those that don't, I like writing what I write. Which is why it works, and why I do it. And I hope some of you enjoy reading it. But my characters aren't me. And the situations aren't based on personal experience (well little bits might be). I'm a writer: I create, I fantasise.
And no, I'm not standing here in leather, knee high black boots with my flogger at hand as I write this. Just in case you wondered....
If you want to know a little bit more about me, and read a few naughty excerpts I'm visiting Sidney Bristol on Tuesday at http://sidneybristol.com/blog/ Please stop by!
My blog tour starts at the end of May (lots of insights and free excerpts!!) so pop back next week to find out where I'm heading.
Having sex, and writing and talking about it, has been going on since day dot (big surprise eh?) - unless conception is indeed immaculate on a worldwide scale. (And no I don't want to get into discussions on what immaculate conception does and doesn't actually mean!)
So what's the problem? Is it that we aren't supposed to talk about it ('it' being sex, shhh)? Or that we aren't supposed to do it, or write about it, for enjoyment? Is it about embarrassment - that we might actually enjoy reading erotica, that it might turn us on and we really don't want anyone to know?
Having sex for enjoyment, as opposed to procreation, is of course a stalling point for some people. But again, lust and pleasure are not new ideas, think Roman orgy, the sex toy industry and DH Lawrence just for starters. No, no stop thinking - we aren't supposed to do that!
'That book' has stirred a lot of interest in the world of erotica, and whether you love it or loathe it, you have to admit that for those involved in the world of erotic writing (and probably other associated industries) it is a win win situation. More people are buying erotica, reading it and talking about it. And maybe they're doing it?! (There are stats that suggests people who read/write erotica/romance have better sex lives, which I can believe.) But some of those same readers would be shocked if they found out a family member or friend was actually penning the stuff.
So why? I had an interesting conversation the other day, starting with a discreet statement about my rampant sex life (who knew?!) which got me thinking... about perceptions.
When I write contemporary romance no-one assumes I know any millionaires, have had a broken heart, fly off to Paris every weekend, or that I've had a secret pregnancy... they don't assume I've lived the way my characters do. In the same way that readers don't assume crime writers have murdered, or fantasy/paranormal writers have met angels or vampires.
But for some reason if you write about sex, the assumption is it's based on practical experience (unless you're writing paranormal erotica maybe?!)....that the BDSM writer has been whipped into shape until her bum burns, that the menage writer loves nothing more than 3 men with her morning coffee, that being tied to the bed naked is how every Sunday starts, that anal sex is a turning point of her every relationship.... now yeah I've done some naughty things, and I've fantasised about other things, but then there are some ideas that do nothing personally for me at all. But I'm not going to say what does it for me and what doesn't. That's me. And personal.
So to everyone that knows me, and those that don't, I like writing what I write. Which is why it works, and why I do it. And I hope some of you enjoy reading it. But my characters aren't me. And the situations aren't based on personal experience (well little bits might be). I'm a writer: I create, I fantasise.
And no, I'm not standing here in leather, knee high black boots with my flogger at hand as I write this. Just in case you wondered....
If you want to know a little bit more about me, and read a few naughty excerpts I'm visiting Sidney Bristol on Tuesday at http://sidneybristol.com/blog/ Please stop by!
My blog tour starts at the end of May (lots of insights and free excerpts!!) so pop back next week to find out where I'm heading.
May 3, 2012
Trust me!
I'm over at Delighted Reader today talking about trust, honesty and BDSM!
I wrote 'Forfeit' because I had this character in my head, Cat, who was sexy and in control, she was everything outwardly that you can admire in a girl - but she was just too much in control. She'd learned that it was better not to trust people with her emotions, not to show too much of the girl she really was. And then she met Brent, a man who never settled for second best, he wanted to let the real Cat loose on the world!
Now, could you resist the type of man who loves you just for who you are? One hundred per cent you. A man who doesn't want to change a single thing about you - except the doubts you have about yourself. Sexy hey?
I'd love it if you've got time to pop over and let me know what you think about Cat, Brent and the inspiration for their story :-) Just click here to go to Delighted Reader and read my guest post and a review of the book!
I wrote 'Forfeit' because I had this character in my head, Cat, who was sexy and in control, she was everything outwardly that you can admire in a girl - but she was just too much in control. She'd learned that it was better not to trust people with her emotions, not to show too much of the girl she really was. And then she met Brent, a man who never settled for second best, he wanted to let the real Cat loose on the world!
Now, could you resist the type of man who loves you just for who you are? One hundred per cent you. A man who doesn't want to change a single thing about you - except the doubts you have about yourself. Sexy hey?
I'd love it if you've got time to pop over and let me know what you think about Cat, Brent and the inspiration for their story :-) Just click here to go to Delighted Reader and read my guest post and a review of the book!
April 24, 2012
Forfeit - the first part of the fantasy...
Here's another excerpt from 'Forfeit', enjoy!
Cat stepped from the plush hotel lobby into the lift and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t recognise the girl staring back. It wasn’t her, it was some glamorous sex kitten out to seduce. Her heart was beating an uneven tattoo as she bit her lip nervously. Her whole body said one thing. Sex. From the killer “fuck-me” heels, all the way up to the red lipstick and heavy kohl eyes. She shifted her weight experimentally, sending one hip out, and the satin of the dress parted obligingly to show a long, stocking-clad leg. The heavy material caressed the inside of her thigh, sending a shiver of naughtiness through her. She ran her tongue over her lips nervously, the dampness glistening under the bright lights. Fuck me, her whole image said. Well, actually it said fuck me, please, in a sophisticated way.Suddenly she realised that the lift had stopped and the doors were open. And she could his reflection in the mirror. Watching her. Waiting for her. At once both familiar and a stranger. His dark waves were slicked back, the crisp white shirt emphasising his broad shoulders, the top buttons open, revealing the first of the dark hairs that she knew led down to his stomach, all the way to the hard-on waiting for her in the tailored trousers.She spun round, and for a second she just stared. He was gorgeous. Even with all his clothes on there was something about him that was almost animal-like. Primal. Her mouth went suddenly dry, but the heat that had coiled in her stomach the moment she saw him was already spreading between her thighs.‘Come in.’ His voice was as deep as ever, but the normal honey coating was gone. There was a harsh edge she’d never heard before, a roughness that made her aware of every tingling inch of her body. She stepped out of the lift, conscious of the sway of her hips that the high heels emphasised, paused for a moment to let her wrap slip from her shoulders onto the floor, as her instructions had told her to. Then she took a step closer, and now she could see his eyes properly, dark eyes that were searing a path over her body with a hunger he couldn’t disguise.Fully dressed, she felt more naked and exposed than she ever had as he studied her wordlessly. The satin dress he had sent skated over her full breasts, exposing more than it covered as it shimmered down, hugging her waist, caressing her hips, slashed from waist to floor to expose a slim thigh, the top of her stockings disappearing tantalisingly below the fabric. At each step she had taken the soft material skated over her skin like a caress, tightened over her butt as though he had his hands on it, the taut silence heightening every sensation.He stood up slowly, still taller than her even when she was wearing the come-and-fuck-me heels. She didn’t speak; just watched him wordlessly as he stood inches from her. His scent surrounded her, that masculine mix of aftershave, soap, of his arousal, mingled together, stirring her body. He was behind her now, his breath warm against the back of her neck, then he reached out, ran the back of his hand down the side of her face, down her neck, the gentle touch scorching a trail. Her tongue darted out, dampening her lips, and she was dimly aware that she was swaying under his touch, swaying into his hand. Against his body. His gentle laugh sent a shiver down her, then his lips were on her neck, his mouth sucking the soft spot where it met her shoulder, his hands gently kneading the top of her arms. She closed her eyes, clenching her hands into fists as he licked, nibbled and sucked, sending shards of desire straight between her legs. She clenched her thighs together, wanting to heighten the throbbing sensation in her pussy.And then his warm hands were on her waist, burning through the thin fabric, wandering down to her hips, kneading, caressing until she had to close her eyes, lean back against him. She could feel the length of his erection against her back, hard and long, and as his hands drifted down towards her mound she wriggled against him. Moved her hands over his, wanting to push them further down, harder against her, wanting the strong fingers to feel her wetness, her need. Willing him to push her forward, roll her dress up to her hips, and relieve the burning ache between her legs.His hands skated over her thighs, thumbs tantalizingly close to her pussy, and she groaned, her hands drifting up to her breasts.‘I didn’t tell you to do that.’ The soft words against her ear held a command as he pushed her hands down, and in one movement he had unzipped the dress and stepped back to watch it slither down and pool round her ankles. ‘I’m taking care of you tonight and all you have to do is let me.’ She could feel the dampness between her thighs at the whispered words. ‘That’s all, darling.’ She knew he could tell that was the hardest thing in the world for her. Unless she really didn’t have any choice.He spun her round, his eyes hooded now, predatory as he took her in. The stockings and suspenders, the G-string, the lace bra her nipples were forcing themselves uncomfortably against, the abrasive material sending a new wave of need straight to her crotch.‘Over there.’ His voice had dropped to a low note of command that resonated through her body, a sound that dried her mouth, tightened her throat. He nodded and she half-turned, suddenly noticing the large floor-to-ceiling window with the city lights spread below it. ‘Stand against the glass, facing me.’ One sheet of glass between her arse and every person that passed by. She wanted to complain, but she’d promised not to, and now the cold glass against her buttocks made her gasp, then sent a new wave of anticipation through her.
