I have a brand new novella OUT NOW!!!
My brand new novella is an erotic
adventure which take’s you into the world of obsession- with a twist. A very
puzzling twist. Quite literally.
It’s amazing where drinking a cup of coffee and a doing
a crossword puzzle can lead you...
Blurb
There are
rumours that the coffee guy has “a thing” about words.
Shrugging off
her friend’s concern about the way the man in the cafe stares at her every
lunch hour, Wednesday can’t see how his love of words could possibly be
hazardous.
The fact is,
Wednesday rather enjoys being the centre of an attractive man’s undivided
attention. His dark blue eyes alone have provided her with many delicious
erotic fantasies, a welcome distraction from the pressures of the real world
and a dull job.
It’s totally
harmless...
...until
there’s an accident with a cup of coffee.
After soaking
Wednesday with a hot latte, the coffee guy’s attention suddenly becomes far
more enticing—and dangerous.
Drawn into a
bizarre world of human behavioural research, where crosswords are used to
initiate sexual experiments, Wednesday finds herself driven, not by a desire to
further scientific research, but by the need to be rewarded for her hard work
by the coffee guy’s captivating research assistant.
A stunning redhead by the name of Thursday...
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Extract
from Wednesday on Thursday
Prologue
Sat at her usual
table, stirring a spoonful of sugar into her latte, Wednesday began her daily
cycle of speculation. Who was he? Did he come into the café at other times and
fixate on other customers? What was going through his mind while he observed
her so intently? Why didn’t it bother her?
Most men noticed
Wednesday’s chest first; some opted for checking out her arse. A rare few went
further with their assessment, and engaged her in conversation before they
tried their luck.
But not this
man; the one she referred to as the coffee guy.
With a double
shot espresso in his hand, the first time he’d set eyes on Wednesday, the
coffee guy had started with an unashamed assessment of her chest, then, over a
period of several weeks, studied her from the top of her head to the toes of
her shoes.
Instinct told
Wednesday to avoid the coffee guy at all costs. The way he examined her with
his enquiring midnight blue eyes was so unsettling. And yet...
Whenever
Wednesday walked into the café she frequented during her lunch break, the
coffee guy would be there. From the moment she took her first step through the
door, his focus would shift from his drink to the queue of customers, where it
would become fixed upon her.
She thought
she’d imagined it at first, but as time had gone by, Wednesday had become
increasingly convinced it really was her he was watching.
It had crossed
her mind that maybe she should be scared, that this man could be some sort of
voyeuristic stalker. But Wednesday didn’t feel threatened; just intrigued and
aroused, although she wasn’t sure why.
Only once had he
spoken to her.
A swapped lunch
break with her friend Carol had placed Wednesday behind the coffee guy in the
queue.
Her coffee had
already been in her hand when he’d stepped back and accidentally knocked into
her, spilling the beverage down her front in a breathtaking cascade of wet
heat.
Wednesday had watched helplessly as the
liquid seeped through her black shirt, ran down her purple pencil skirt, and
travelled on an unstoppable route into her boots.
Too stunned to
talk, she’d tugged the wet material of her shirt outwards, not caring that she
might be giving the world a generous view of her cleavage.
‘Wednesday, are
you okay?’ The barista behind the counter had rushed to her side, pushing a wad
of paper napkins into her hands. ‘You can use the staffroom if you like. There
are spare T-shirts in there. Help yourself.’
Feeling like an
unwilling contestant in a wet T-shirt competition, Wednesday had rushed towards
the door marked Staff Only.
It was only once
she’d walked into the staffroom that she realised the man who’d caused the
accident had followed her.
‘Your name is
Wednesday?’
‘Yes.’
‘I find that rather
pleasing.’
Then, without a
word of apology for ruining her clothes and potentially scalding her, the
coffee guy had disappeared.
All Wednesday
had been left with was the lingering blaze of his navy blue eyes, which had
heated her flesh just as much as the spilt drink...
Happy reading!
Kay xx
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Bio
Kay Jaybee was named
Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO, and received an honouree mention at the
NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.
Kay Jaybee has written
over 150 erotic stories, including Wednesday
on Thursday, (KDP, 2017), The
Collector, (KDP, 2016), The Perfect
Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect
Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite 2011-14), The New Room, (Xcite, 2015), The Voyeur, (Xcite 2012), Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats, 2012), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014),
and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress,
2013.
Details of all her
short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
You can follow Kay on -
Twitter- https://twitter.com/kay_jaybee
Facebook -http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor
Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.html
Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane and medieval crime
as Jennifer Ash – www.jennykane.co.uk
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