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The Collector – An Anthology Re-released! by Kay Jaybee (@kay_jaybee)

kj-thecollector-200It’s been ten years since I first wrote my linked anthology style novel, The Collector, and almost eight years since it was first published.

Recently the rights to the original books manuscript returned to me, and so I decided to re-edit the whole book, give it a brand new cover, and to add in 2 HOT NEW STORIES!

With the re-release of this, my very first solo full length piece on the 17th May, I’ve found myself looking back to The Collector’s origins. It all began one early morning sat in a crowded coffee shop at Heathrow airport, while I was talking to a very dear friend on the phone, while awaiting a flight.

It was due to that brief conversation that, not only was the idea for The Collector conceived, but that I privately made the decision to stay in the world of erotica writing, and not branch out to try my luck with other genres.

 

Blurb

Gathering salaciously erotic stories against an everyday backdrop of bus trips, train journeys, coffee shops, and restaurants, The Collector documents a wide variety of sexual encounters as she travels Great Britain.

The Collector’s research takes her into every arena of the erotic experience, from love, lust, submission and dominance, to voyeurism and beyond.

Are you brave enough to see if it was your supposedly private conversation she overheard – and then wrote down?

 

Before writing The Collector I’d already had a far number of short stories published, and was bursting with plenty of ideas for new ones. However, I wanted to write something longer; something that was as long as a novella or short novel, but which had the variety of an anthology.

I digress…so there I was sat sipping coffee at the airport when my friend called me. All he said down the phone was “go buy The Observer newspaper.” Curious, I did just that, and there, between a front cover shot of Joan Collins, and a back cover advert for new encyclopaedia’s, was an article all about female erotica writers.

Back then, erotica was an even more of a hidden world than it is now, and as I read I knew I wanted to stay part of it. Enthused with new zip and a determination to be every bit as successful as those brave women revealing their secret writing persona’s to the press, I extracted my ever ready notebook from my bag, and began to look at the people around me. I wanted to write- but where to start? As I watched the ever moving crowd, I began to wonder what each individual would want me to write for them. What would their fantasies be? What kinky secrets of their own would they share given half the chance?

It was from these musings that the idea for The Collector was born. A book of stories ‘collected’ by a woman in pursuit of as many sexual exploits as she could. And what better way to start, than to combine my own dream to one day be a successful writer of erotica, and the fantasy of one of my other friends, who (like so many others, be they male or female) visualises being picked up by a beautiful intelligent woman for sex in a no strings attached way. This story became, New Territory, the first of kinky work within The Collector; a tale which had been completely drafted by the time my plane reached its destination.

My search then began in earnest for interesting triggers, ideas, and sexy dreams, to turn into stories. Some very short to stimulate the readers imagination, such as Jay (a lesbian night club orgy) and Crushed (an interesting way to pass the time in a bar queue). Others much longer, such as Sweets (a must read if you like liquorice) and Treasure (a young man’s dream come true!).

I knew it would be a gamble including the very short tales- as they either really appeal, or really frustrate- but on the whole the feedback from my reader’s has been good. It would also be true to say, the shorter stories were much harder to write than the longer ones, but were a lot of fun to construct around the fantasy’s I gleaned from my sources of research.

So- how much of The Collector did I really collect? Well- that would be telling, but if I haven’t thanked my sources of inspiration already, then I do now!

It has been a joy to add 2 new stories to the mix! So, if you have already read The Collector, there is something new for you to discover within its pages in the shape of The Scottish Fantasy and Wrong.

The Collector is available as an e-book. It will be available as a paperback very soon!

Buy The Collector now, or read as part of your Kindle Unlimited subscription: http://getbook.at/thecollector

 

Extract – The Scottish Fantasy

Stacie gasped as the door opened. The dark shine to the man’s slate eyes as he regarded her and her friend Kate was in danger of taking Stacie’s breath away, and he hadn’t even spoken yet.

Tall, broad, with a tanned face and short spiked hair, a hint of stubble shadowed his square chin. Obviously surprised to see two young women walking through the woods so late on a winter’s afternoon, the ranger ushered them inside his wooden hut.

Introducing himself as Rob—Like Rob Roy! Stacie’s inner voice shouted at her. How perfect is that!—he looked at them enquiringly, ‘I dunna ken what you’re doin’ here, hens.’

Stacie’s brow furrowed. She’d thought that the Scottish spoke English.

Kate laughed as she saw her friend’s confused expression. ‘He means he doesn’t understand what we want, honey. “Dunna ken” means “don’t know” and “hen” is the local term for girl.’  Turning toward the ranger, Kate smiled. ‘This is Stacie, and I’m Kate. Stacie hasn’t got her ear geared into the local accent yet; she’s American.’

‘I guess that means an American accent.’ The ranger spoke so softly, Stacie felt herself melting on the spot. ‘I rather like those.’

Ignoring her friend, whose eyes were on stalks, leaving her in no doubt that Stacie was on an internal lust trip, Kate said, ‘We’re really sorry to bother you so late, but could you tell us where we are? We seem to be on a much longer trail than we intended to be, and we’ve lost the track.’

Rob’s dark eyes bored into her as she spoke. Kate couldn’t decide if their presence mildly amused him, or if he was merely tolerating the interruption to his work.

‘We’ve run out of water as well. Could we fill up our bottles here, please?’

‘It’s a good job you stopped, hen.’ The ranger pulled a map off his cluttered desk and pointed a thick finger at a red dotted line. ‘You’re here, on the all day walk. It’s called that for sound reasons.’

Lost in an erotic daydream, Stacie wasn’t listening to a word he said, just to the sound of his voice; the beautiful, gentle burr of his accent. She judged it fitted neatly half way between Ewan McGregor and Sean Connery.

When Kate had invited her friend over from the States for a couple of weeks exploring the Grampians of Scotland, Stacie had been thrilled. Not only could she catch up with her gorgeous friend and occasional lover, she could visit an area of the world that had always held a fantasy for her. Kilts, burly men in tight white vests, cabers being tossed, heather, whiskey, and mountains topped with snow.

The heather and mountains were a reality sure enough, as were the late night tots of warming whiskey she’d shared with Kate as they snuggled up together in the king-sized bed their Deeside hotel room provided. But until now, in this ranger’s office, hidden away in the woods near the flooded caves of Burn O’Vat, Stacie hadn’t seen anyone who even came close to the Celtic man of her late night fantasies.

Stacie felt mesmerised by the ranger. Despite the coldness of the late winter air he wore no coat, and his green sweater sleeves were rolled back to show arms honed by hard work. Forget kilts, this was as close to perfection as Stacie’s Scottish fantasy was ever going to get.

‘I’ll fill your bottles right enough, but if you’ll heed my advice, you’ll go back on the route you came. Far quicker and safer. It’ll be dark in about two hours.’

‘Thanks, I think we’ll do that.’ Kate watched as he took their empty water bottles over to his sink. His back view was as stunning as his front. The goldfish expression on Stacie’s face told her girlfriend that she was mentally undressing him, and Kate began to do the same.  Well aware that Stacie had serious fantasy issues where Scottish men were concerned, Kate wondered just how turned on her friend was. Did she have damp knickers? Were her nipples hard?

As Kate’s thoughts rambled, her own arousal began to tweak up a notch. Perhaps… She took a deep breath. Well, why not?

‘It must be lonely here, on your own all day.’ Kate knew the line was a bit lame, but she didn’t care. A sideways glance at Stacie showed that her lover had understood her intentions, and approved.

Rob didn’t look round. He didn’t need to. He could sense the two sets of eyes on his back; they were almost scorching him. Taking his time to fill the second bottle, the ranger thought the situation through.

Two of them, both hot totty. One a blonde, one a redhead. One English. One American. A tasty combination. Their bulky winter coats, sensible walking trousers and boots didn’t give much away, but he was willing to bet that once all the layers were off, they would be a sight to behold. He could be wrong, he supposed, but maybe…

Rob replied to Kate’s question. ‘I like it well enough, hen. I ken it’s quiet, but I like peace and quiet.’

‘So, you don’t get… lonely, then?’ Kate knew she was being blatant, but she didn’t care. If she could pull this off, it would be the perfect holiday present for her friend. Stacie, her mouth dry with anticipation, stepped forward. Pulling off her gloves to reveal pale hands with violently clashing purple nail-varnished tips, she took the full bottles from Rob’s hands. Making certain her fingers brushed his as she did so.

‘Thank you,’ Stacie purred as she passed one of the bottles to her partner. The tacit standoff that followed as tension rippled through the small office room-cum-workshop was eventually broken by Rob.

‘Would you lassies like something to warm you up before you go?’  His sentence, delivered in a deadpan tone, could have been suggesting something as mundane as sharing of a mug of hot chocolate, but his sparkling eyes hinted at so much more.

Stacie’s pulse quickened as Kate casually replied, ‘Well, if it’s not too much trouble, that would be lovely.’ Another normal sentence, but packed with enough eyelash-fluttering that she might as well have screamed out ‘Fuck us now!’

‘I was about to light the fire.’ Rob knelt at a small grate, already neatly piled with kindling. ‘Perhaps you’d like to lose your jackets for a while. When this takes, this place gets pretty hot.’

The girls’ eyes were drawn to the hopping, spluttering flames. They threw their coats over their backpacks, which they’d already dumped by the front door.

Taking his time with the fire, the ranger didn’t stir from where he crouched until it had taken to his satisfaction, and was smoking nicely up the chimney. Then, with a measured movement, he stood and faced his guests, who with unspoken agreement had divested themselves of far more than just their coats. Somehow Rob managed to keep his face passive as his eyes travelled from the top of each girl’s head down to their toes.

They stood naked. Holding hands. So, lovers in their own right, then. Nice. He smiled. It had been over fifteen years since he’d been with two women at the same time. A memory that kept him warm during the dark winter days and nights as he guarded the woodland and its wildlife.

Deciding against comment, Rob took a silent moment to choose which girl he’d treat rough and which one he’d simply treat. Then, with a pace that neither girl would have associated with the man whose previous movements had been so controlled and steady, he stripped…

Buy The Collector now, or read as part of your Kindle Unlimited subscription: http://getbook.at/thecollector

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Bio

For over a decade Kay Jaybee has lived a nomadic existence across the British Isles, collecting stories as she travels.

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO

Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay Jaybee wrote 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

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

Cover Reveal for Over the Knee (@totally_bound) #erotica #romance #spanking

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Hi everyone,

What do you think to this luscious cover, created by the cover art whizz that is Posh Gosh of Totally Bound Publishing? I think it’s amazing! The Over the Knee anthology is due to hit the shelves in October. It contains my story, Properly, Or Not At All, as well as tales from Ashe Barker, Lily Harlem, Katy Swann, Wendi Zwaduk and Dolly Watt.

Here’s a taster of what my story’s about:

Tristan and Jayme are not only devoted husband and wife, they are also Dominant and submissive, with a particular penchant for spanking. They’ve been playing delicious kinky games for the fifteen years they’ve been together and couldn’t be happier. However, when Tristan develops a health issue that means he can’t redden his wife’s backside for a while, it puts both of them under a lot of strain. It’s a big part of their sex life, and one they’ll miss badly.

They try to find a way around their unfortunate predicament, but it’s not easy. In the end, Tristan declares that he will either spank Jayme’s bottom properly, or not at all.

The prospect of no spanking at all dismays Jayme, but she has no other choice. Or does she? Continuing to put her mind towards the issue, she indulges in some solo experimentation, with mixed results.

But how will Tristan feel when he finds out his wife has gone behind his back?

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Do Your Bit for Charity #erotica #charity

Hi everyone,

For those of you that visit this site regularly, or chat to me on social media will know, I like to help charities whenever I can. I’ve contributed stories to several charity anthologies now, as well as edited one, co-edited one and helped to promote lots!

The latest of the bunch is An Intimate Education, a super-hot 22-story eBook. ALL proceeds from this anthology go to Brook, a UK charity which provides sex and wellbeing advice to youngsters. Here’s the blurb:

Featuring 22 erotic stories from authors across the globe, An Intimate Education spans a range of sexualities, genders and desires. The stories show the diversity of erotica, taking in romantic sex, kinky sex, paranormal sex and a lot more besides. All stories show that safe can be sexy.

Created to celebrate the first ever Erotic World Book Day (#EWBD), all profits from An Intimate Education will go to sexual health and well being charity, Brook.

It’ll cost you less than a cup of coffee, so why not 1-click this baby, get yourself some hot erotica AND do something for a good cause all at the same time? Buy links here.

Want to see other charity projects I’ve been involved in? They’re listed below:

Happy Reading!
Lucy x

My Sexy Saturday #52 – A Sexy Sleigh Ride #MySexySaturday

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is a sexy sleigh ride (well, I got the sexy part right, anyway!). I’m sharing another snippet (following on from last week’s) from my story Love on Location, which appears in Brit Boys: On Boys, a M/M boxed set. It’s due for release on 30th December and is available for pre-order now. What’s more, the price will be increasing after release, so bag it at a bargain price now 😉 It’s already a bestseller at Amazon and All Romance eBooks!

Theo was vaguely aware that the rain was increasing in speed, creating a dull roar as the droplets drummed onto every surface they could reach.

The wind picked up, too, forcing the rain at an angle into their so-called shelter, making them wetter by the second.

None of that really made an impact, though. It was background noise—literally—to what was happening between him and Eddie. The other man’s reaction to his sudden movement had been wholly favourable, and the outside world had dissolved away as they became wrapped up in each other.

The coarseness of Eddie’s ginger hair against Theo’s fingers was in direct contrast with his lips, which were surprisingly soft and supple. And boy, did he know what to do with them. Theo had no idea what Eddie’s previous experience was, if any, but he was a mighty fine kisser.

Their bodies melded together, their wet clothes making squelching noises which were barely noticed as tongues duelled, teeth nibbled, hands wandered and cocks stiffened.

Theo felt as though his blood was rushing through his veins at a hundred miles an hour. It was exhilarating—all the tiny hairs on his body seemed to stand on end as his cells strained towards Eddie, aching to be closer.

Backing Eddie up to one of the bridge’s supporting walls, he crushed their bodies together once more, desperately wishing they were both completely naked, and also somewhere more private. Another part of him, though, felt that the moment, the time, the place and the situation were utterly perfect.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x


My Sexy Saturday #51 – A Sexy Morning #MySexySaturday

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is a sexy morning. I’m sharing my first sexy snippet from my story Love on Location, which appears in Brit Boys: On Boys, a M/M boxed set. It’s due for release on 30th December and is available for pre-order now. What’s more, the price will be increasing after release, so bag it at a bargain price now 😉 It’s already a bestseller at Amazon and All Romance eBooks!

“I’m not playing anything. I’m asking you a question. Why do you think I’m not interested?”

“Because you said you weren’t.”

“No, I didn’t. If you’re talking about the ‘assume’ conversation, then if you think back, you’ll realise I didn’t actually say I wasn’t attracted to you. But then you buggered off before I had chance to say anything else.”

Theo blinked rapidly, recalling the conversation and realising that Eddie was right. “So what are you saying?” He met Eddie’s gaze.

“I’m saying, you idiot, that I am attracted to you. I was just hurt, confused, pissed off—especially when you said that nothing could ever happen between us. Why is that, precisely?”

As they continued looking at each other, Eddie’s stare intense and questioning all at once, Theo replied, “You know what? For the life of me, I can’t fucking remember.”

Reaching out, he grabbed the back of Eddie’s neck and roughly pulled him in for a kiss.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x


My Sexy Saturday #50 – Our Sexy Little Words #MySexySaturday

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is our sexy little words. I’m sharing another sexy snippet from Multi-Orgasmic. It’s FREE for Kindle Unlimited users, or you can buy it to keep forever. Enjoy!

Thankfully, she didn’t. She returned the embrace, slipping her arms around his neck and kissing him back with a bruising ferocity. So it seemed she did like the pain. That was something clearly worth knowing. Their tongues brushed together, explored, tickled and fought until Jesse was dizzy with need. Pulling away, he gasped for air, then said, “Roxanne, I really need to fuck you, but I don’t have a condom.”

A coquettish smile taking over her lips, she replied, “It’s okay, I do.” She moved over to a bank of lockers, opened one of the doors and pulled out a handbag. Dipping her hand inside, she rummaged around a little and emerged with a foil packet.

“Wow, you’re prepared.” He couldn’t hide his surprise.

“Wouldn’t you be if you were one of the few women on an army base?”

“Touché. Now, shall we make use of it?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely. Get your cock out.”

The woman really was full of surprises. Doing as he was told, he undid his combats and pulled his cock out, stroking it up and down a couple of times while she ripped open the packet. Taking the protection from her, he rolled it down his shaft carefully, then pushed on the base to make sure it was secure.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x


My Sexy Saturday #49 – Sexy Down the Avenue #MySexySaturday

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is sexy down the avenue. I don’t have anything historical, though, so I’m sharing another sexy snippet from Multi-Orgasmic, which released last week. It’s FREE for Kindle Unlimited users, or you can buy it to keep forever. Enjoy!

Taking her actions as a resounding yes, he asked her a question. “So you want me to punish you then, do you, Rochelle?” As far as he was concerned, that was her last chance to back out. He was a nice guy, not a pushover.

She nodded emphatically, and he gave what he hoped was a cool smile.

“Very good. Well, you can start by sucking my cock.” Okay, so it wasn’t exactly a punishment—well, maybe for some women, but probably not this one—but he was in charge, and he wanted her to suck him off. He needed to come, and then he could concentrate better and turn his mind to some more traditional, and wicked, chastisements.

Rochelle dropped immediately to her knees in front of him and grasped his shaft between her slim fingers. It twitched, and she flashed a grin up at him before stroking him slowly a few times, then pulling his foreskin back gently until he was completely exposed. Then she bent her head and flicked her tongue around the sensitive underside of his glans, concentrating on the frenulum. He gasped and fisted his fingers into her wet hair. He wasn’t going to force himself into her mouth, but God, did he need something to hold on to. She’d barely touched him and already he felt himself rocketing towards climax. Well, it had been a while. Not to mention Rochelle was totally gorgeous, clearly good with her mouth, and the circumstances were very hot.

His groan filled the air and he rocked his hips gently, hinting that he wanted his cock to be inside her mouth. He wasn’t going to push it any further, not just yet. He didn’t know if she was submissive enough to simply take everything he gave, or whether she’d bite back—literally. Happily for Evan, Rochelle took it all in her stride, continuing to tease him for just a little longer before enveloping his shaft in the hot wetness. A strangled yelp escaped his lips as she sunk further onto him, until her nose was touching his pubic hair and he could feel her gag reflex squeezing around his glans. Wow, the girl really did know how to give good head.

It seemed she was enjoying it, too, as a glance downwards showed she had a hand between her spread thighs. The dressing gown prevented him from seeing exactly what she was doing, but his imagination more than filled in the gaps. Then a series of decidedly slick sounds confirmed his erotic imaginings to be true.

Unfortunately—or fortunately, dependent on which way you looked at it—Evan couldn’t take any more. The totally unexpected erotic situation he’d found himself in, plus the fact he’d been so busy at the conference all week that masturbation had been off the menu, meant that he was more than ready to come. So he did. He couldn’t help it; he tightened his grip on her damp locks and thrust deep into her throat a couple of times before letting out a howl that probably roused all the neighbourhood’s dogs, and emptying his balls inside her mouth. If he was in a relationship where he had some deep feelings for the woman, or he knew she wasn’t so keen on having spunk in her mouth, he’d have felt guilty about the amount he was unloading into her. But he didn’t have deep feelings, he had dominant feelings and so he held Rochelle’s head in place until he was done coming.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x