I
am fascinated by words. Their origins, the way we use them and the power they
have. Words are, without doubt, the most powerful weapons on earth. Used
thoughtlessly, they can cause great hurt and harm; break hearts, minds and
start wars. Used well, and the results can be beyond rewarding.
My kinky novella, Wednesday on Thursday was born from my belief in the power of words and from a curiosity I have in the phenomena that is human sexual behaviour. What could happen, I wondered, if someone became obsessed with how individuals react to certain words when used in certain situations? Certain erotic situations.
I
won’t pretend that this concept wasn’t a hell of a challenge. The idea remained
neglected and scribbled in one of my many notebooks for months before I worked
out how to deliver it. I couldn‘t simply write about someone who spent hours sat
on the edge of a bed listing off kinky words to someone in a state of undress.
I
needed a story.
Something
different.
I
wanted a way to make the words we associate with sexual activity more
interesting and erotically charged than they already are...and I wanted those
words to be delivered in a manner that was accessible and understood by
everyone- before I twisted it.
And then I saw him.
There was
a man sat in the corner of my local coffee shop. He had a very particular sort
of smile on his face as he bent over his newspaper, and espresso in one hand,
and a pen in the other. There was something about him that told me his mind was
full of images that had nothing at all to do with the newspapers crossword he’d
started to do.
His
expression, the strong smell of coffee, and his partly completed crossword,
started something snowballing in my imagination...
Words
turn me on. Intelligence turns me on even more...
I
immediately returned to my notebook and asked myself what might happen if a man
with a fascination for reactions to words orchestrated his ideas through a
serious of experiments. Experiments conducted via crossword puzzles and quizzes.
Suddenly
I had a hero who was crossword puzzle freak- a man consumed with discovering
how erotic words make women tick.
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 cafe 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...
I have a few – but the one that
really ‘does it’ for me is unbuttoning.
Unzipping
is a close second- and I rather love the word please – said in the right way you understand!
Happy reading,
Kay x
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