Take Control: Stories of Male Domination/Female Submission

Over the past few years I've moved a fair way away from my writing roots as a complier of short sexy stories. I love writing erotic novels, but every now and then I like to go back to where it all began, and blast out a burst or two of instant kink.

When I began my career in smuttage I was lucky enough to work for the much missed Oysters and Chocolate. During my time with them I penned dozens of stories, four of which appear in my latest anthology. Published by 1001 NightsPress (the home of my incredibly kinky courier novella, Not Her Type), this fresh fantasy collection is called Take Control: Stories of Male Domination/Female Submission

Blurb
Take Control: Stories of Male Domination/Female Submission is a collection of toe curlingly sexy tales of bondage and female submission from the pen of best selling writer Kay Jaybee. From a spankingly delicious Dinner With Tess, to a Staged public sex fantasy, an unforgettable alfresco hosing in Deluged, a kinky scientific Experiment, and the realisation of a long held threesome fantasy in The Necklace, Take Control offers five bite sized stories that will satisfy any lover quality erotica.

Here's an extract from Dinner With Tess

Tess was aware she was being watched.
As she danced, she became increasingly self-conscious under the
scrutiny of the unknown man’s piercingly clear blue eyes.
Signalling through the deafening noise of the club’s heaving dance
floor, Tess managed to communicate to her friend Claire that she
wanted to sit down. Tess was sure that if she stopped dancing, the
man would find someone else on whom to focus his unnerving
attention.
She was wrong. He continued to observe her, unblinking, as
having purchased some much-needed refreshment, Tess and Claire
leant against the stainless steel rail that surrounded the club and
surveyed the throng cavorting before them.
‘Do you see that guy over there?’ Tess asked Claire as discreetly as
the musical din would allow. ‘No, don’t let him see you look! He’s been
watching me for ages.’
‘Lucky you!’ Claire ignored the worried edge to her friend’s voice
and grinned approvingly towards the tall, thick set, casually
handsome man, with penetrating blue eyes. ‘He’s gorgeous.’
‘A bit daunting, though, don’t you think?’
‘Daunting? Oh, Tess, honestly, live a little.’ Claire, who hadn’t a
cautious bone in her body, stared directly at the stranger. ‘If he’s
interested in you, go for it, have a fling. It looks as if he’d give you a
good time.’
‘Claire! Really! He’s way out of my league.’
‘Don’t be such a mouse! You’re a good-looking lass, smashing red
hair, cute little body. Relax a bit, will you?’
Tess risked a glance in the stranger’s direction. She felt her pulse
quicken anxiously as he noticed her furtive look, and with slow
purposeful movements, approached. When he told her his name was
Jon, and that he was going to buy her a drink, Tess’s mouth hadn’t
been able to find the words to say anything, so he’d simply gone and
fetched one anyway.
From that moment, she had been ensnared, hypnotised by Jon’s
strength, his quiet authority, and the promise of an undiscovered lust,
which seemed to reflect back at her from his deep shining eyes.
Tess had spent the early part of the morning in the kitchen. This
was to be the first time Jon introduced her to his friends, and Tess
had suggested she cook for them. A roast chicken perhaps?
Something warm and welcoming to greet them on their return from
the photography club meeting they were attending.
Jon had smiled his sexy smile and agreed that a trussed-up bird
sounded exactly like something they’d all appreciate. Tess had been
thrilled when he congratulated her idea by fucking her
unceremoniously against the kitchen door.
She’d never met anyone like him before. Jon seemed consumed by
lust, and, even though it had been almost a month since they’d met,
Tess still found it hard to believe she was the centre of his attention.
As he was obviously a dominant man, she had been quickly awarded
the role of submissive; and to her surprise, and perhaps aided by her
natural reticence, had discovered that she rather liked being told how
to behave, what to wear, and what to say.

Jon’s laughing voice echoed through the hallway and into the kitchen
as Tess went to greet his friends.
‘Here she is!’ Jon’s arm swept around his girlfriend. ‘Tess, meet
Jack and Ed, my friends from the club.’
‘Hello.’ She spoke clearly, trying to cover her shyness. As she
shook their hands, Tess couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable by the
way they looked at her. It was as if they were assessing her in some
way, and she suddenly felt very aware of the shortness of her denim
skirt and the thinness of her white cotton blouse.
‘Most lovely.’ Jack nodded approvingly at Jon.
‘She’ll do well.’ Ed’s eyes x-rayed Tess as he spoke.
A private shiver shot up Tess’s spine. Do well for what?...

****

If you'd like to find out what happens to Tess, you can buy Take Control from-
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HYI8BHA

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00HYI8BHA


Happy reading,
Kay xxx
****

Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

You can follow Kay on Twitter- kay_jaybee,

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Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.html

Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk  

Got Patience?

Okay, so, I’m gonna rant!

I’m teaching my daughter to drive. Let me start by saying, she’s not a bad little driver and is more logical and patient than the other two I’ve had the pleasure —  and I use the term loosely — of instructing.

This is my third. I think I’ve done my time.

My first two were boys. One who was just hell on wheels from the moment he sat behind the wheel and still is. And one who just couldn’t care less whether he learned to drive or not. In fact, my college man still hasn’t gone to get his licence and relies on family and friends to chauffer him around. I find it strange that he has no interest. When I was growing up, that’s what all the boys (and some of us girls) wanted, was the get their 365. That’s what we called it back then, here in Canada. The day they turned sixteen they were down at the MTO writing the written test. And I’m dating myself. We have a graduated licensing system now. And it’s just a pain in the backside. Lots of silly rules, regulations and restrictions. But I guess getting a licence is that first little bit of freedom and independence that we get a taste of and we crave that adult-like behaviour. First learn to drive and then it’s only a hop skip and jump to graduation; then see ya, mum and dad.

But my complaint today is with everybody else on the road. Everyone is in such a freakin’ hurry and have zero patience. As if my poor baby, isn’t white knuckled enough, worrying that she might hurt ‘daddy’s’ car, she’s worrying about the jack-wagon behind us, that’s tailgating or whipping out to pass her on a solid line or giving her a dirty look if she stops quick or shoots a little over the line at a light or a stop sign.

If it wouldn’t embarrass her to no end, I just want to put a sign in the back window:

Student driver on board. Please show some patience. Remember you had to learn once too.

And let me tell you, that’s a lot more polite than what I’m thinking when we’re out there. I just want to drag them out of the car by the neck and jack-wagon is the tamest expletive I would use.

And I know that I’m guilty of it too, I’m certain. If I’m in a hurry or aggravated in the first place, I’ve been known to pull up and get closer than I should; especially if I’ve been cut off. And not give a thought to who’s in the car up ahead or what their circumstance might be. Whether a student, a nervous driver, somebody’s grandma or grandpa or some poor sap just having a shitty day.

So, if you’re out and about (can you just hear my Canadian accent there) — oot in aboot — and someone annoys you or is in your way, just show a little patience, ‘cause you never know when that’s gonna be you or someone you love being harassed by the jack-wagons of the world. (Or perhaps, it's just me and I have zero patience) Na!

Take care, until next time,

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Cover Reveal for Pulled Over

This is book #1 in the Serve and Submit Series I'm writing. Each stand alone erotic romance is very short, 6,000 words, and very hot. All heroes wear a uniform of some kind, too. Pulled Over comes out in February!

Misconduct by Lily Harlem

Misconduct, book #6 in my Hot Ice series will be released from Ellora's Cave on the 31st January 2014.

The Hot Ice books do not need to be read in order to be enjoyed, so if you want to jump in at Misconduct, that's fine. But if you want to find out more about the other bad boys of the Vipers hockey team and start at the beginning, details are on my website.

Manage the Vipers hockey team! Me? Well, that’s my role now. Shame a gorgeous, cocky-assed goaltender is testing my patience. Sweet cheeks—really, is that any way to refer to the boss? Dustin “Speed” Reed certainly seems to think so.

It’s okay though. I’ll escape to my billionaire father’s paradise retreat. Except Dustin decides to jump on for the ride. Then the tension really heats up, hotter than the scorching midday sun.

I want to slap him and kiss him. Push him away and rip off his clothes. The feeling is mutual—a potent cocktail of anger mixed with lust. I know we shouldn’t. It can’t end well, especially when I’m going give him the sack as soon as I push him out of it.

But what’s the fun in having rules if no one ever breaks them? I’ll take what I can, give him what he wants and worry about balancing the books tomorrow. Surely my heart will be fine.

Masturbation and Creativity by Kd Grace

If it's not too late to say it- Happy New Year Everyone!
I recently had an excellent blog on my own site (www.kayjaybee.me.uk) from the wonderful Kd Grace- It was so good I just HAD to share it with you.
So sit down comfortably and enjoy...
Kay Jaybee xxx

 

Masturbation and Creativity

By K D Grace/Grace Marshall

As a novelist, who writes erotic romance, I’m proud to be a frequent masturbator, and I’m always a bit surprised that anyone could be ashamed of such a powerful creative force.

The ancient Egyptians believed masturbation was a creative act in its own right. In the Heliopolis creation myth, the god Amen rises from the primeval ocean, Nun, and masturbates the divine son and daughter into existence, and they populate the world. Even if I look at the Judeo/Christian myth in the first two chapters of Genesis, where God speaks the world into existence, I’m still looking at a solo act.

Eric Francis on Betty Dodson and Carlin Ross’s Sex Information Online site writes, ‘Masturbation is the most elemental form of sexuality, requiring only awareness and a body.

Awareness and a body. Masturbating the world into existence. It happens all the time. At the risk of offering too much information, my understanding of sex, my deepest understanding of my own sexuality, comes from awareness and my own body. That’s what I have to work with. My understanding of writing, my deepest understanding of the creative forces in me also comes from awareness and my own self.

I’m astounded that in a world where solitude and the meditative tradition is a part of almost every religious discipline, we shy away from the very concepts that could have well given birth to it, awareness and Body. There can be no awareness without a body. And how can we possibly understand the boundaries and the limits of either without the two rubbing up against each other. Our act of one-ness, our proto-sexuality, as Eric Francis calls it, I suggest is, by its boundary-exploring nature, also our proto-creativity.

Some quotes taken from my blog post: http://kdgrace.co.uk/blog/masturbation-and-creativity/

Blurb for An Executive Decision:

Sex in the contract – it’s the only way super-focused, over-worked CEO, Ellison Thorne, is ever going to get laid. That’s what his retiring business partner and secret match-maker, Beverly Neumann, thinks. She’s convinced no-strings, stress-free sex in certain employee contracts would raise productivity and minimize stress — perfect for a busy executive like Ellis. But she’s joking, right?

Enter her hand-picked replacement, Dee Henning. Young, hungry, gifted, Dee is the queen of no time for sex. When negotiations on a major project break down, and Dee and Ellis end up in each other’s arms, the Executive Sex Clause suddenly becomes more than a joke. In fact hot executive sex just might be the ultimate secret weapon for success. But secrets seldom remain secret, and Dee and Ellis soon learn there’s no such thing as no-strings where the heart is concerned.

Excerpt from An Executive Decision:

At last he pushed his chair back and looked up at her. ‘Marston refused the proposal.’

‘I’m sorry,’ she said again.

‘Not that it was a huge surprise, but I could have done nicely without him berating me for hiring someone incompetent and irresponsible to take Beverly’s place. That didn’t exactly make my day. What the hell happened?’

She felt the heat rising up her spine and onto her ears. ‘I overslept.’ She forced the words out into the chilled room.

‘You overslept?’

‘Yes.’ She nodded imperceptibly, feeling the scrutiny of his glare.

For a long moment he just stared at her. She forced herself to meet his gaze and held her tongue, afraid if she tried to say anything she’d burst into tears, and she despised women who cried.

‘That’s it, then? You overslept.’

She nodded again, swallowing hard.

‘Well that’s a relief.’ He leaned forward in his chair and rose almost as though he were going to leap over the desk and pounce. The tension in his body was palpable. ‘I was afraid you were lying on the freeway somewhere in a pool of blood. I’m so relieved that it was nothing so dire, and that you simply overslept.’ With each word, his voice grew louder until he wasn’t exactly yelling, but neither was there any way she could miss his message as each word drove her deeper into her chair until she felt as trapped as if she had been tied there.

‘I’m sorry,’ she forced a whisper through the roadblock in her throat, but the stinging behind her eyes warned that a swift exit would be necessary if she were to avoid the flood.

‘Sorry? You’re sorry? Tally had to pick up the slack. Do you have any idea how that looked? Just when I was starting to make progress with Marston, just when the man was beginning to listen to reason, you oversleep. You made Jamison’s deal seem all the sweeter, that’s what you did. Now, tell me what the hell’s going on.’

'Pardon?’                                          

He moved from behind his desk and paced the carpet in front of her like a bull ready to charge. ‘You’re supposed to be working to shore up the situation with Scribal. I told you up front that’s your major concern at the moment, then not only do you oversleep and miss an important meeting, but I find out you’ve been working on something else behind my back.’ Before she could respond, he turned on her. ‘Is Trouvères what you’ve been staying up half the night and missing meetings for? When I hired you, I never thought you, of all people, would neglect your responsibilities.’

‘I’m not neglecting anything. If you would just --’

He interrupted her. ‘Don’t think just because I gave you this job, you suddenly know it all. I took a big risk hiring you.’ He stopped pacing and rooted himself in front of her, close enough that she had to strain her neck to look up at him. ‘You want to do something; you bring it to me first. You’re not ready to make that kind of decision on your own. You don’t have the experience it takes to…to…  You’re not Beverly.’

His words were a hard slap, felt more than heard above the roar in her ears. She wasn’t sure the ragged breathing her brain finally registered in the chasm of silence that followed his tirade was his or her own.

The phone rang into the charged atmosphere and Ellis jerked it from its cradle in a strangle hold. ‘This had better be good, Lynn. Wade? What the hell does he want? Can’t it wait?  We’re not finished yet. I can what?’ He heaved a sigh of resignation and slammed the receiver back down. ‘Wade wants to see you right now. He says I can get back to you on this, and believe me, I intend to.’ He nodded toward the door. ‘Well, go on, at least don’t keep him waiting. Pick up the notes on the meeting from Sandra.’

She stood on trembling legs and turned to go. As she reached for the door, he called to her. ‘Dee, I strongly suggest you make no more attempts to prove Marston right about you.’

 *****

Still breathing like a freight train, Ellis watched Dee disappear shutting the door behind her. He grabbed up the phone and called his secretary. ‘Lynn, hold all my calls. I don’t want to be disturbed. How long? Until I say otherwise, that’s how long.’ He slammed the receiver down, snapped his laptop shut and stormed down the hall to the lounge.

He shoved his way out of his jacket and tossed it across the wingback chair, then practically strangled himself in his efforts to loosen his tie. From the coffee table he grabbed up the remote and plunged the room into the wild raucous ride of the third movement of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. Then he dropped onto the sofa struggling to breath, struggling to regain control, struggling to figure out what the hell had just happened. All through the meeting, when Dee didn’t show up, he was terrified that something horrible had happened, terrified that he would lose Dee the same way he had lost Beverly. And the relief he felt at seeing her. Jesus, the relief was like nothing he’s ever felt before.

If Lynn hadn’t called, if Wade hadn’t demanded Dee’s presence … If Ellis had had one more second with her, he would have yanked her up from the chair and fucked her senseless right there in the middle of the day with all of Pneuma Inc just outside his door, fucked her as though he might never get another chance, fucked her as though his life depended on it, and that’s exactly how it felt. He wiped cold sweat from his forehead and struggled to breathe. If he’d lost her, Jesus! He couldn’t even bear the thought.

He jerked open his fly and sucked a harsh breath as he released himself into his hand and began to tug on his cock like the world was coming to an end. Christ, he couldn’t go on like this. It felt like he was always either avoiding her or jerking off thinking about her. And fuck if he wasn’t thinking about her all the time; the shape of her, the feel of her, the sass of her. He’d never wanted anything so badly. And then … and then she fucks up so royally that all he wanted to do was punish her, to turn her over his knee for giving him such a scare, to … to … to fuck her until she couldn’t walk.

The image flashed through his head, the image of him bending her over his desk and shoving up her skirt, the image of him ripping aside her panties, the image of him making her sorry she’d overslept, the image of him making her sorry she’d made him feel all those things, things he didn’t want to feel, the image of him dropping his trousers and shoving his cock up into her very contrite, very wet slit and … That was it. Before he could reach for his handkerchief, before he could even think about making it to the bathroom, he convulsed his load out over the coffee table to the driving piano crescendo hammering into his ears and to visions of Dee Henning bent over his desk moaning and writhing beneath him.

 

 

An Executive Decision is available from:

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About K D Grace/Grace Marshall

K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available. She was nominated for ETO’s Best Erotic Author 2013.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition are all available.

Find K D Here:                                                                   

Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/       

                http://gracemarshallromance.co.uk/                     

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/KDGraceAuthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/KD_Grace        

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Cover Reveal for Scent of a Wolf's Mate!

Release date sometime in March!

Stately Pleasures by Lucy Felthouse

Alice Brown has just landed her dream job. Property manager at Davenport Manor, a British stately home. It’s only a nine-month contract to cover maternity leave, but it’s the boost up the career ladder she so desperately needs.

Unfortunately, things don’t get off to the best start, when Alice finds her boss, Jeremy Davenport, in a compromising position. Far from being embarrassed by what’s happened, Jeremy turns things around on Alice and makes her out to be the one in the wrong. So when he and his best friend and head of security, Ethan Hayes, then throw an ultimatum at her, she’s so stunned and confused that she goes along with their indecent proposal.

When the dust settles and Alice has time to think about things, though, she realises that perhaps it isn’t such a bad thing. There are worse things she could be doing to advance her career, after all.

Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/stately-pleasures/

Add to Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18756618-stately-pleasures 

*****

Excerpt:

Alice took a deep breath, in through her nose and out through her mouth. Repeated the process once more. Then, realising she could sit there all day doing it and not feel any calmer, she forced herself to step out of the car and close and lock the door.

She bent to peer into the wing mirror of the vehicle and checked her hair and make-up. Satisfied, she straightened, then turned on her heel and walked quickly across the driveway to the great house before her nerve failed her.

Davenport Manor was currently open for visitors, so she walked in through the front door and was met by a smiling elderly lady.

‘Can I help you?’ the woman asked kindly.

‘Yes, please.’ Alice twisted her hands together nervously. ‘I’m here to see Mr Davenport. I’m here for an interview for the property manager’s role.’

‘Yes, of course,’ the woman replied, ‘that’s today, isn’t it? Follow me; I’ll take you to Mr Davenport’s office. But just hang on one second.’

She ducked through the doorway into the next room and spoke with her colleague. Alice guessed she was letting her co-worker know she’d be gone for a few minutes. A few seconds later, she was back. ‘OK, follow me, Miss …’

‘Brown,’ Alice said, then fell in behind the other woman as she led her to Mr Davenport’s office, and the interview that could change her life for ever. It was hardly surprising that she was shaking like a leaf.

Alice quickly felt lost as their journey took several twists and turns along dim corridors – their blinds drawn to protect paintings, tapestries, and furniture from the sunlight – and up a flight of stairs. She had a few seconds to worry about finding her way if she was lucky enough to get the job, then, suddenly, her guide stopped outside a door and turned around.

‘Here you go, Miss Brown. Mr Davenport’s office. Good luck with your interview.’

Alice smiled and thanked the elderly woman, then smoothed down her skirt, which also conveniently helped wipe the nervous sweat off her hands. She stood up straight, gave herself a mental pep talk about being more than qualified for the role, and knocked on the door.

‘Enter.’

Alice knew that voice could only belong to Jeremy Davenport. The posh accent, and the fact he’d said “enter” instead of “come in”, screamed money and an upper-class upbringing. Alice was suddenly nervous of her broad Midlands accent and lowly background, despite the fact she’d worked her backside off to get into a decent university in order to gain a Bachelor of Arts degree and then a Master’s degree. No matter what she sounded like, or what her past was, she had all the skills necessary to do the job she was about to be interviewed for.

Suddenly, she realised that she’d left rather a long pause before opening the door, and she turned the handle before the occupants of the room thought they were about to interview some kind of simpleton who couldn’t follow a simple instruction.

Fixing a polite – but hopefully not inane – smile onto her face, Alice stepped into Jeremy Davenport’s office. Her first thought – which certainly did nothing to help her nerves – was good God, he’s hot.

Jeremy sat behind a desk, with a heavily pregnant woman sitting beside it. Alice barely noticed the woman. All she saw was him. A man with cropped dark brown hair, hazel/green eyes, a jawline you could cut bread with, and lips that looked capable of doing incredibly wicked, sexual things to a woman. Or a man. Alice had no idea what his sexuality was, but she found herself hoping he liked women.

She chastised herself. Even if he did like women, he wouldn’t go for someone like her. A Plain Jane, with mousy brown shoulder-length hair, blue eyes, average height and above average weight. Alice had always known she’d never be a supermodel, so she’d worked extra hard academically, and here she was. About to be interviewed for her dream job.

*****

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over eighty publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Get Started in Writing Erotic Fiction by Judith Watts and Mirren Baxter

Post by Lily Harlem

It is with great pleasure that we welcome Judith Watts and Mirren Baxter to Outrageous today. Get Started in Writing Erotic Fiction is a brilliant new book that tells it how it is and I'm thrilled to say that I contributed a few 'pearls of wisdom' to the text as I had the great fortune to bump into Judith and Mirren at Eroticon in 2013, just as they were setting out on their adventure of writing this 'how to' book. So without further ado, let me hand you over to these wonderfully helpful ladies...

Hi everyone, and thank you, Lily, for inviting us to Outrageous!

At the cinema recently, we were reminded that depictions of sex can make people very uncomfortable.  Admittedly, Blue is the Warmest Colour has some of the longest and most explicit sex scenes that we’ve ever seen in mainstream cinema.  But at the very first hint of raunch, the woman sitting in front of us snatched her smartphone from her bag, fired it up and proceeded to stab away at her emails.  It was completely distracting.  The light from her screen took our attention away from the big screen, but her font size was too small for us to find out what on earth could be more compelling than the unfolding story, damn it.  When she did it again at the start of every sex scene, we realised that she wasn’t dealing with an emergency; she was completely mortified and had to invent a reason to look away.   Despite all the changes in society, sex can still be an awkward subject.  

With this potential for awkwardness in mind, Get Started in Writing Erotic Fiction is aimed at people who are interested in writing erotic fiction but who need some help.  Readers might be erotic fiction fans who have never written before, trying to find out how to go about it, or they might be experienced non-erotic writers who understand only too well how difficult it can be to write well about such a complex and emotive subject.  

When we meet brand new writers, they often mention three areas of concern, regardless of the genre that they’re working in:

I have an idea for a story, but I don’t know if it’s any good. 

I don’t know how to start. 

I’ve written something, but it’s terrible. 

Our book addresses these issues from the erotic fiction writer’s perspective.  For example, one of our first writing exercises tackles the first two concerns with a prompt:

The First Time

First times carry significant weight. Whether it’s the first meeting, the first kiss or your first publication, these occasions often involve strong and varied emotions, ranging from nervous trepidation to delirious excitement. They are fun to write about and satisfying to read.

• Write about the first time. Which first is up to you, but make

it sexual, important and positive.

• Start with ‘It all happened when …’.

• Just write. Include everything you want to say about that

memorable first. Don’t worry about spelling or grammar.

Enjoy remembering. Aim for 500 words.

We’ve included topics specific to erotic fiction (such as issues of consent and a nod to the the ‘erotica versus porn’ debate), information about the erotic fiction market, and chapters about traditional and self-publishing.  The book was designed to give step-by-step support; the workshop exercises can take new erotic fiction writers from their first inspiration to getting their work ‘out there.’

One of the unexpected pleasures in writing Get Started in Writing Erotic Fiction was finding out how welcoming and supportive the erotic fiction community can be.  We were lucky to meet some fabulous established authors who were happy to contribute advice for new writers.  As well as the wonderful Lily Harlem, we have advice from Lucy Felthouse, Victoria Blisse, Remittance Girl (Madeleine Morris), MK Elliot and Tabitha Rayne.  Without exception, everyone that we’ve met and spoken to in relation to this project has been approachable and friendly - this is encouraging news for any new writer.

Ultimately, we want to support new erotic fiction writers because we’re fans; we’d like to see more captivating, sexy stories that are well written and professionally presented reaching a larger audience, please.  We hope that Get Started in Writing Erotic Fiction will help new writers to achieve exactly that.

Buy in paperback and Kindle from...

Free - Anything for Him by Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae

Currently free on Amazon UK, Anything for Him written by myself and Natalie Dae! Go grab your copy of this dark, obsessive tale that twists love and lust with wild and dirty fantasies!

For other buy links head over to Mischief at HarperCollins.

Early Download - Cassie's Choice, League of Love book 7.

Wishing Everyone a Happy and Prosperous New Year!

 

It’s been six months since I’ve had a new release so I’m very excited to announce that Cassie’s Choice, book 7 in my League of Love series is now available for early download at Totally Bound Publishing.

I’m not sure why it took me so long to get this story down, Riley and Cassie’s romance started way back in book 4 of my series, Pippa’s Fantasy. The only reason I could come up with was that I had known Riley from when he was just a boy. I met him in the very first book I ever penned. So I guess it’s a bit like thinking of your own children in a sexual relationship – you simply just don’t go there ;)

Although in saying that I do recall asking my eldest son if he could give me any advice on a scene I was writing that involved a little bit of rope play. Yes, that was an awkward conversation and apparently son is not really into that sort of thing so was of very little help.  Kids today, no imagination! J

 

Here is an excerpt from Cassie’s Choice, I hope you enjoy it. 

Cassie started to think her spur of the moment idea was turning out to be a massive mistake. She could hardly believe she was standing in Riley’s kitchen, staring at his back. His broad shoulders were within the reach of her fingers. She only needed to take one step forward and she would have been able to wrap her arms around his waist, lean her body into his muscular back. The T-shirt he wore stretched deliciously, enticingly over that wide expanse, reminding her of times past, when snuggling into the warmth of Riley’s body was as natural as breathing.

But that was then and after the offhanded comment he’d made and her incredibly stupid response, Cassie doubted she would ever get the chance to lay her hands on him again. Why she’d admitted to being lonely was beyond her. Desperate Cassie needed to be reeled back in and locked away if they were ever going to have a chance at being friends. And that was why she had made the decision to come here in the first place. She had been feeling so guilty that Pippa and Rook had been avoiding Riley. It was not fair to him for her mistakes to come between them. Cassie had hoped that if she could get Riley to talk to her maybe they could move on and everything would settle back down.

Well, that was the excuse she had made up for herself—but now standing so close to the man who had haunted her dreams for the past few years, Cassie was having a hard time remembering those reasons. She wanted to hold him. More to the point, she wanted to feel his arms around her body. And more than that, she wanted to feel his cock buried deep in her aroused and eager pussy. The man had done nothing but offer to make her a cup of tea and she was ready to fuck him senseless—yes, Desperate Cassie needed to be put back in her cage, and quickly.

“Fuck it!”

Cassie was still trying to figure out what Riley had meant when he spun around to face her. “I’m sorry for what I’m about to do…but I just can’t seem to stop myself.”

When Riley placed his hands on either side of her head and dragged her face towards his, Cassie was in shock, but as their lips met, her body rejoiced. Ignoring the sounds of warning bells and the thoughts—This is a very bad idea, Cassie—that were running through her mind, she fell into the kiss. The warmth from his touch, the slight pain from the way his tight grip on her hair added to the fire that began to smoulder from within her. She was kissing Riley Walters.

As Riley plundered her mouth with his tongue, he realigned his body to crowd hers. The hardness of his chest abraded her beaded nipples and she rubbed against him like a cat in heat. She wound her arms around his waist, shoving her hands under his shirt. Skin. She felt his skin beneath her hands and it was everything she remembered. The heat emanating from his body, and the sense of strength he exhibited in his toned, well-defined physique, so good. Cassie ran her fingers up his spine, every bump of his vertebrae familiar, perfect. It was such an assault on her senses that her ears were ringing—the high-pitched whistling in unison with her soaring emotions.

Then the heat was gone. Riley stepped away. Let go of her.

“The kettle… I have to turn it off,” he said as he turned his back on her again. Her head was spinning. What is going on? Finally it sank in.

The whistling? Kettle—it was the water boiling… Cassie sighed, making a long, loud noise. Talk about bad timing. How she wished she could stop her blood from boiling as easily as flicking a switch on a kettle. What was worrying her even more was that Riley did not appear in any hurry to resume where they had left off. She didn’t know what to do. What to say.

“Riley…”

“Cassie, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Riley’s words drove through her like a knife. The perfect switch to cool her raging libido. She turned from inferno to ice in one short sentence.

He was sorry for kissing her. Rage replaced sexual hunger. He was not getting away with it again.

 

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