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New Release! Bound and Breathless: Passionate Kink by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #kink #bdsm #dominance #submission #bondage #analsex #nippleclamps #buttplug #flogging #femdom #cutting #electricplay #humiliation #cuckold #fantasy #spanking #caning #polyamory

Bound and BreathlessBlurb

For some people, kink is a game, a way to spice up sex by adding a hint of taboo. This book isn’t about those people.

These stories dig deeper, baring souls, exposing the heady thrill of power and surrender, intimacy and complicity. In the passionate dance of dominant and submissive, there is no tomorrow. There is only now, balanced between pleasure and pain, breathless with forbidden possibilities.

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R-Rated Excerpt – from Just a Spanking

I am dressed as he requires, short skirt with no panties, silk blouse with no bra, and my favorite lace-up boots. I fidget on the seat as he drives up 101. The plastic is sticky against my bare skin and getting stickier by the minute. He stubbornly keeps his eyes on the road.

I part my thighs. The car fills with the ripe scent of my pussy. His nostrils twitch but otherwise he ignores me. My nipples feel as huge and hungry as they do when he winds them with rubber bands. I try to keep still. Each whisper of silk across my breasts makes my cunt clench and weep.

He opens the car door – a gentleman Dom – and helps me out. The brief contact of palm on palm makes me shudder with want. I follow him up the stairs to his apartment, watching his strong buttocks shift in his trousers as he climbs. I think about how they tense and relax when he fucks me. I’m panting by the time we reach the third floor, but not from exertion.

The door swings open. He steps aside, gesturing for me to enter. Normally he’d have me pressed against the wall, knee in my crotch and hands under my blouse, before the lock clicked shut. Today he simply stands beside me, a half-smile on his full lips, as I survey the familiar room.

He has already set things up. In the dining area, the table has been pushed out of the way. Two of the chairs face us, side by side, flanked on the left by the ottoman that normally sits in front of the armchair. That armchair is the usual location for his spankings, but I can see that tonight will be different. He’s trying to minimize my contact with his body. Clever man.

“Strip,” he orders, as he has so many times before. My heart somersaults in my chest, as it always does. He seats himself in the middle chair to watch me remove the few clothes I’m wearing.

I can feel the weight of his eyes, tracing my curves, lingering on my swelling breasts. I move as slowly and sensuously as I can, working to arouse him, to undermine his resolution not to touch me. His pants are loose. I can’t really tell whether his cock is hard, but his lips are parted and there’s a flush on his cheeks.

“Behave yourself, Becca,” he warns. “No teasing, or you’ll get the cane after I’m finished with your spanking. In fact, you’re guaranteed the cane if you’re not naked in ten seconds.”

His threat has the desired effect. I tear off my blouse and a button goes flying into the corner. I don’t care. I stand naked before him, awaiting his instructions.

He makes me wait. Heat shimmers through me. Blood pounds in my ears. I study my toes and listen to my breath. Fear and excitement co-mingle, until I can’t tell one from the other. My bratty determination to make him touch me fades away, although my clit still throbs and my juices trickle down my thighs. All I want is to please him. I’ll wait forever if that is what it takes. Indeed, a part of me would rather wait than know what comes next.

“All right, Rebecca,” he says finally. “Kneel on the footstool and stretch your body across my legs.”

I look up to find that he has placed one of the throw pillows on his lap. I understand that he wants a barrier between my body and his possible erection. Plus the cushion is too soft to provide much friction. Obviously he has planned this carefully. I would not have expected less from him.

I am awkward as I clamber onto the ottoman and spread my body across his lap. The padded stool is the perfect height. When I bend at the hip, my belly rests on the cushion and my ass is in air, just to the right of his body. I rest my chest on the chair to his left, cradling my head in my crossed arms. I’m not uncomfortable. I feel stable and well-supported.

“Thighs together. That’s right. Bring your knees closer to the chair. Good.” I comply as promptly as I can. The shift raises my butt higher. I’m totally accessible. Completely vulnerable.

It’s delicious.

Usually he warms me up when he’s about to spank me. He will stroke and knead my buttocks, then pinch me hard just as I am starting to relax. More often than not he’ll slip a blunt finger between my cheeks and swirl it around in my pussy. He’ll tell me what a pervert I am, to be so wet at the mere thought of being beaten. I’ll be torn between embarrassment and pride. I know that this is one reason why he wants me.

Tonight, though, the only warm up is more waiting. He doesn’t touch me, though I can feel his eyes like ghostly fingers on my exposed flesh. My cunt feels heavy and swollen, pressed against the cushion. I shift my position the tiniest bit and pleasure sparks from my clit to my nipples and back again in a maddening cycle.

“Be still,” he orders. “No squirming around. No humping the pillow. This is a spanking, pure and simple. You may yell or cry as much as you want. But I don’t want you to move. That will spoil it.”

There’s menace in his voice, and promise. We are about to embark on a new adventure together.

“Do you understand?”

I’m sure he feels me tremble as I nod, but he doesn’t chide me. Instead he brings the flat of his hand down hard on my ass.

“Ow!” I’m startled more than hurt. The sting races like a wildfire from my cheek to my clit. The swollen nub compressed between my thighs is a red hot coal. “Ouch!” Before the echoes die he lands another blow, sharp and precise, on the opposite mound. Brief pain flares before pleasure drowns it.

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About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

New Release: Properly, Or Not At All #spanking #bdsm #domination #submission #eroticromance

Properly, Or Not At All

Hi lovelies,

I’m delighted to announce that my sexy spanking erotic romance short story, Properly, Or Not At All, has been given a revamp! I got the rights back, so I’ve re-edited it, given it a lush new cover, and re-released it!

Here’s what it’s all about:

Can a husband and wife cope when one of their favourite sexual pastimes is taken away from them?

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 them under a lot of strain. It’s a big part of their sex life, and they’ll miss it badly.

They try to find a way around their unfortunate predicament, but in the end, Tristan declares 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? She continues to put her mind towards the issue and she indulges in some solo experimentation, with mixed results.

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

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Happy Reading!

Lucy x

Coming Soon – Eyes Wide Open #menage #threesome #bdsm #romance

Hi folks,

I’m delighted to announce that my MMF BDSM erotic romance novel, Eyes Wide Open, has had a new lick of paint and a revamp! I will be republishing this updated and re-edited book on 12th September, and it’s available for pre-order at most retailers now (still waiting for some retailers to get it live!).

Here’s what it’s all about:

A chance meeting opens Fiona’s eyes to some very sexy possibilities.

Recent graduate Fiona Gillespie is stuck working in a grimy pub in London’s East End, and living in a horrid flat. It’s only while she figures out what she wants to do career-wise, but that’s easier said than done.

When she sees an advertisement for a job at a plush Mayfair hotel, she jumps at the chance. Determination and a spot of luck land Fiona her dream role—and it comes with accommodation included.

Her job and living situation sorted, things are on the up. Unfortunately, her personal life is lacklustre. It doesn’t bother her, though—not until she meets businessmen James and Logan, and her head is well and truly turned.

When a misunderstanding leads Fiona to James and Logan’s sumptuous top-floor hotel suite, she has no idea what she’s about to uncover. Her imagination runs wild, but not wild enough to get to the truth—James and Logan are a couple, and they’re into some seriously intriguing activities.

Fascinated, she launches herself into a whole new world with the two men. But is this just physical, or is their arrangement set to become something more?

Pre-order yours now:
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Happy Reading!

Lucy x

Domination (Surrender #2) by Tina Donahue (@tinadonahue) #giveaway

DominationBlurb:

Three dominant men will rock her world…

Surrender might be a wanton Malibu club, but it’s hardly fun and games for Jacquie. As the owner’s assistant, she’s all work and no play. That changes when three bad boy rockers scout the lifestyle club as a provocative idea for their new album.

As the frontman for Dominant Men, Max is lusciously male and unqualified alpha, eagerly playing Dom to a willing sub. Backup singer and lyricist Andy is more laid back. However, his wild, reddish locks hint at the fire within, which he proves in bed. Entertainment reporters have dubbed composer Devlin ‘the blond devil’. To him, vanilla sex is for when you’re too old to make the effort. The more daring the play, including BDSM, the faster he’s onboard.

Ready to live, Jacquie offers to be their carnal guide through Surrender, willingly delivering herself to these sexy beasts for an adventure like no other.

This is book two in the Surrender series but can be enjoyed as a standalone

Publisher’s Note: This steamy, contemporary, reverse harem romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of sensual scenes, power exchange, and adult language. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Available from: Blushing Books | Amazon UK | Amazon US

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Excerpt:

“Guess I was wrong about you guys and what you’d like.” Her words proved steady despite her still-racing heart. “If you don’t want to—”

“Hold on.” Max shot to his feet, followed by Devlin and Andy. “I—we—didn’t say that. It’s just—”

“What?” She advanced.

No one else budged or seemed to breathe.

She wasn’t doing too well on that front either. Upon reaching Max, she cupped his face. Heat barreled through her at his bristly cheeks and size, lean yet muscular, male to the nth degree. Her mouth watered and her heart yearned. She stroked his bottom lip.

He inhaled sharply, his lids fluttering.

So he wasn’t immune to her charms.

Thrilled, she nestled closer, her boobs to his pecs, thighs joined, pussy snug against his rigid cock. Crazy good and reassuring. Nothing on this planet could match him wanting her, except the others doing the same. Feeling playful, she stroked his neck. “You don’t like this? Or this?” She fitted her mouth to his.

He froze.

She speared her tongue between his lips.

A growl erupted from him, quivering his chest.

Her nipples peaked. She pushed closer.

So did he, wrapping his arm around her, one hand smack on her ass, the other on her throat, lifting her face to his.

Taking charge.

Yes, yes, yes! Lost in his male power, she melted against him and suckled his tongue, enjoying his fresh taste, his youth and good health evident.

A more primitive sound burst from him, his embrace intensifying, verifying his need. He pushed her tongue from his mouth and filled hers instead, his desire keeping her from making a sound.

Their kiss turned savage, the kind new lovers indulge in. Yet, an unexpected familiarity made their passion comfortable and safe as if they were also friends.

She’d like that, but wouldn’t push. This was about having fun.

Nerve endings fired, her skin tingling. Time stopped and the world drifted away, only their pleasure registering, his fragrance filling her, his strength encouraging her to submit.

She allowed him to enjoy her as she did the same to him. But she still had Andy and Devlin to consider. Neglecting them wasn’t something she could do.

With more will than Jacquie knew she owned, she pulled her mouth from Max’s.

His lips were damp from her. He panted.

So did she. Leaving him was the hardest thing she’d ever do, but she eased back.

A frown touched his dark eyes.

She cradled his cheek. “That’s only the beginning.”

Devlin caught her wrist, lust hardening his features. “You and I haven’t even begun.” He gathered her to him.

Resisting wasn’t something she could manage.

They fit perfectly. Woman to man. Dom to sub.

He cupped her ass and pulled her against his erect dick, his smile coarse, a male animal in his prime, knowing what a female not only wanted but required.

Never had she imagined a moment like this. Breathing wasn’t possible, thinking hopeless. A pulse beat deep within her pussy, her sex wanting more.

Unable to deny herself, she slipped her arms around his shoulders and parted her lips.

He filled her quickly and well, his tongue plunging as deep as possible, demanding everything she had to give.

Nothing else would do.

They ground against each other, replicating a hard fuck, their hearts beating as one, their heat melding.

He held her tighter, imprisoning her for his desire, a glutton who’d take what he could… while also thrilling her.

The room dipped and swayed, her dizziness increasing. She held onto him, requiring his big body to keep on her feet.

He angled his mouth for greater penetration, his kiss bruising and insatiable, his taste different from Max’s but as fine.

Precisely what she required. Limp yet edgy, she seesawed between the two feelings until her lungs burned. Needing air and to tend to Andy, she tore her mouth free.

Devlin rested his forehead against hers and breathed hard.

Lucky him. She had trouble sucking in any air.

Lightheaded as hell, she staggered from him to Andy. “Hey.”

His smile lit up his face. He stroked her arms. “Hi.”

“We’re talking too much.” She claimed his mouth.

He moaned and eased her close, more romantic than the others, but his hold on her as firm. He wasn’t about to let her go.

Nor would she do so to him. She slipped her arms around his torso and breathed him in, like the love song he penned.

Beer scented his breath. He tasted minty, possibly from toothpaste, his clean fragrance and tenderness undoing her.

His kiss explored rather than demanded, its power as great as Max’s and Devlin’s more commanding ways. She needed both sides of a man, giving and dominant. Andy provided the perfect mixture. The others would too.

Something coiled within her, excitement building, pleasure hardening her nipples and constricting her pussy, heat settling there, creating a dull ache only a man could relieve.

She snuggled closer, drawn to Andy’s hard body, as sinewy as the others’.

He used her mouth well, his desire mounting and growing wild, their kiss rough and greedy, his hand on her breast, hers on his tight ass.

Too much and not enough, the contradiction overwhelming, depleting her strength.

She sagged against him, unable to support her weight.

He finished their kiss and stroked her back, her face to his neck. She licked it.

His chuckle rumbled in his chest. “You good?”

“Mmm.”

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About Tina:

Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels were Readers’ Choice Award winners. Another three were named finalists in the EPIC competition. One of her erotic contemporary romances was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for one of her erotic romances. Two of her titles received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Another two won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

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Out Now – The Story of Jo by Justine Elyot (@sinfulpress @JustineElyot)

The Story of JoI met a man called Emmett, and now I belong to him.

Bestselling UK author, Justine Elyot, is back with her latest erotica novel, The Story of Jo.

Due for release on October 1st 2018 by Sinful Press, The Story of Jo takes us on a whirlwind romance through the eyes of Jo, as she gives in to her submissive side under the loving tutelage of Emmett. But when Emmett’s friend and mentor appears on the scene, Jo has to decide if she’s willing to risk everything she has to become submissive to two masters.

Justine Elyot is the author of On Demand, The Business of Pleasure and Meeting Her Match. Her fiction has been published by Black Lace, Xcite, Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, and Mischief.

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Blurb:

Twenty-something Jo meets Emmett on a team-building course, and her initial disdain for him soon turns into attraction.

With Emmett’s strong but loving hand to guide her, Jo unleashes her inner submissive and they embark on an intense voyage of sexual discovery.

Their mutual fascination sees them exploring bondage, spanking, toys and more, and their romance is as perfect as Jo could hope for, until another man appears on the scene.

She knows that Emmett hero-worships his former boss and mentor, Charles, but when she finds out that Charles is the man who introduced Emmett to the art of domination, she has no idea how to feel.

With fierce desire growing between the three of them, can they find a way to explore this new dynamic without destroying what they already have?

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Excerpt:

“I want complete control of you in the bedroom,” he said.

The words shocked me to the core, and when I say ‘core’ I mean the area between my legs.

“Complete…control,” I repeated breathily.

“Within limits,” he amended. “Nothing that will damage or traumatise you, obviously. It’s for your pleasure as much as mine.” He laughed softly and ran a fingertip along my lips. “The look on your face…I’d like to photograph it.”

“Are you talking about, y’know, kinky stuff?”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You look shocked. Are you shocked?”

Was I?

“No,” I said. “I mean…no.”

“So you are that way inclined?” He raised an eyebrow.

“In theory,” I said. “I’ve read…things. But never done…things.”

“But you’d like to do…things?”

Could I admit that I’d dreamed of a man like Emmett, who would come and take possession of my body and my sexuality, relieving me of the irksome responsibility? I’d dreamed of a man who would be dominant yet sensitive, cruel but loving, with a resolutely filthy imagination.

Did he actually exist?

And did I have the courage to find out?

He pulled me in close again.

“Do you want me to take you in hand?” he asked, his voice low and sticky in my ear.

“God, yes,” I shivered.

“Mmm,” his appreciative response turned into a kiss, one of those long, slow, trembly types that only end when your legs start to give way. One hand slid slowly down my spine, moulding itself to the curve of my bottom and squeezing.

“You’re still dressed,” he accused, his mouth still close enough for his hot breath to whisper over my skin. Red wine, spearmint, salmon, a bitter coffee note further back.

“Sorry.”

He quieted me with another kiss, then set his fingers to work on my shirt.

The Story of Jo is available to buy from all major online retailers including:

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The Voyeur – Unlucky 13? A Guest Post by Kay Jaybee (@kay_jaybee @sinfulpress)

Many thanks for letting me visit your blog today to share a little of my physiological erotic ménage novel, The Voyeur. Newly, rereleased by Sinful Press, The Voyeur, is a dark, twisting, love story- but just who is in love with whom?

Wealthy businessman and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of thirteen fantasies he is intent on turning into reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite S&M club; Mark is helped to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his staff. His Personal Assistant, Anya Grant, and his Housekeeper, Clara Hooper.

Upon the backs of his willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s ultimate fantasy – Fantasy 13- can take place.

But have the girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold does the Bridge’s Gentleman’s Club, Anya’s previous employer, have over Mark? A place Anya was only too delighted to escape from.

In order to find out, Mark’s girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought they’d left behind them all over again; and while they do, Mark will watch…

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There is something about the number 13. Unlucky for some- but not for me. To me it’s always been a very lucky number. I was born on the thirteenth of the month; as were many other members of my family. If asked to pick a number at random; it will always be number 13. Far from being cursed, I’ve had a pretty charmed life; although the road has been undeniably rocky from time to time! For others however, 13 will always carry a darker side.

For Anya (PA) and Clara (Housekeeper), the employees of dedicated voyeur and business man ,Mark Parker, the number 13 means only one thing- the final fantasy on a list of ever more demanding erotic challenges.

Chapter One of The Voyeur dives straight into the action, describing the two-pronged, ultra BDSM fantasy, “number 12.”

Extract

Mark took a step closer to his PA. “Tonight,” he said, pulling off Anya’s shirt and bra, exposing her luscious chest to the cool of the room, “you will both face a combination of experiences that together make up Fantasy 12. Won’t it be lovely to be able to tick another task off our list, girls?”

They didn’t answer; experience had taught them that nine times out of ten their employer’s questions were rhetorical.

Mark twisted the women round; removing Clara’s top as he did so, so he could see both his employees’ bare backs. There, in neat script, a permanent pen had been used to write ‘Fantasy 1’, ‘Fantasy 2’ and so on, all the way down–the numbers following the length of their spines, finishing with the words ‘Fantasy 13’. The first eleven rows of black lettering had bright red ticks next to them.

“Only two more tasks left to go.”

This time the girls risked a fleeting glance at each other; exchanging a look of mutual blood-hammering exhilaration twinned with an erotic anticipation it would have been hypocritical to deny.

Mark, during his brief periods of leisure, had painstakingly detailed many lust-driven scenarios he wished to both direct and bring to life. He often wrote notes, accompanied by intricate diagrams of erotic, slightly disturbing, but ultimately satisfying fantasies, in a leather-bound journal that only he was allowed to read.

Anya and Clara knew that the final fantasy, when it came, would be more difficult and different to anything they’d ever previous experienced. They feared it.

They also longed for it.

Mark was a clever man, for as each new task unfolded he pushed his faithful staff along with him, darkening their desires and needs. Changing them so they slowly became closer and closer to his own. Making his girls as keen as he was to see how far they could go. To see how much they could physically take as they accompanied him on his journey of extreme sexual sightseeing.

A cold, clammy sheen of perspiration broke out on Anya’s face, arms, and breasts as Mark danced a finger across her skin. “You will both go to your room and change into the clothes I’ve placed upon your beds. You will remain there until I call you.” Mark pointed to the door, and his employees headed to their small, twin-bedded room without a sound.

As Anya considered some of the things she and Clara had been required to do over the last six months, she privately reassured herself that the trepidation shooting down her spine was understandable and acceptable. It was also irrational, for she knew that Fantasy 12 would not only be tolerable, but enjoyable; and that just because the end of the list was in sight, it didn’t mean the night ahead would involve anything worse than Mark had asked of them before. She could handle this. They both could–no problem.

Then Anya saw her outfit.

Her bed supported nothing but a leather dog collar.

Staring at the total lack of clothing, Anya almost conveyed her horror to Clara, but her lover stopped her with an urgent shake of the head. There was no privacy here, and they never knew if the webcams positioned in every room were switched on or not…

Both Anya and Clara begin to see the end of their six month long sexual adventure in sight- but then Mark announces that, before they can discover the contents of the ultimate challenge- Fantasy 13- they will have to re-enact some of the earlier tasks all over again.

If you’d like to discover how Anya and Clara came to work for Mark in the first place, and what other challenges they choose to endure, you can buy The Voyeur from all other good retailers, including-

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Bio

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 has over 180 erotica publications including, A Kink a Day- Book One (KJBooks, 2018), The Voyeur (Sinful Press, 2018), Knowing Her Place-Book 3: The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (KJBooks, 2018),  The Retreat- Book2: The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (KJBooks, 2018), Making Him Wait (Sinful Press, 2018), The Fifth Floor- Book1;The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (KJBooks, 2017), Wednesday on Thursday, (KDP, 2017), The Collector (KDP, 2016), 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 –

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Kay also writes contemporary romance and children’s picture books as Jenny Kane www.jennykane.co.uk and historical fiction as Jennifer Ash www.jenniferash.co.uk