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An Interview with Jennifer Kacey (@jenniferkacey)

I’m delighted to introduce Jennifer Kacey, a fellow Ellora’s Cave author. She’s here to tell us about herself, her writing and Channing Tatum.


A Very Menage ChristmasTell us about yourself. Both your writing self and your non-writing self. What are your interests and hobbies? Do you have a day job, etc?

Hi Lucy!!! Thanks for having me! Umm, okay let’s see….I do have a day job. My husband and I own a manufacturing plant. We make security cameras. Keeps us very busy but I love what we do and our employees, each and every one of them are amazing and part of our family!! We have a 10 yr old son going on 40 and live on a 5.5 acre plot of land in TX which is beautiful and open. As for writing, I tend to write BDSM stories hopefully hot enough to melt your eyebrows and that of anyone else sitting close to you. I like my stories intense and a bit dirty. Plus, writing keeps me out of trouble…mostly. *grins* I love crocheting and I sing in the church choir, read when I have time, which was like three years ago I think, oh and sleep. Mmmmm, blessed sleep, I consider that a hobby now since I have to schedule it along with everything else. I love every tiny piece of my life and am intensely thankful I am so blessed with things to occupy my day.


Give us the background on your latest release.

My latest release is A Very Ménage Christmas. My first editor at EC asked if I wanted to write a Christmas story, and I thought about it seriously, for about, ummm, three seconds? Maybe four. I LOVE CHRISTMAS! It’s a magical time of year, full of possibilities and magic and wonder, and I couldn’t help but want to write something to encompass all of that, plus my own bit of naughty to make the season extra bright! The characters in this book would not shut up. They needed to get together and they wanted it now. I decided to oblige them and worked it into my writing schedule. Skye and Jackson will be getting another big book later in the series, but I think they needed a bit of a…release…of holiday tension. Nick was more than happy to help spread a bit of Christmas cheer and gets his own book, Jenna’s Consent which is #4 in the series. I’ve got a LOT to write!!!


How did you get started with writing? And what was your route to publication like?

I had a dream back in…2008 I think it was. It was a VERY intense dream, a woman running down the hallway of a hospital in the administration section. A man pursued her but not in a violent manner, he followed her to apologize. She’d walked in on a meeting with he and one of his other employees. He shrugged off the relationship they had, saying she was nothing to him. Another member of his staff and nothing else. She was crushed, heartbroken when he denied her. The next night I had another dream. Same scene but a continuation of it from the night before. And the next night it continued, until the fourth night…nothing. Just…nothing. I panicked. I HAD TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED! So, I sat down at my laptop and wrote down the dream, filled in blanks here, figured out how they met there. It took me 3 months and 105,000 words, but now in Final Promise, I know what happens. ***GRINS***


What are you currently working on?

Okay I’m currently working on…hold on let me count…

Edits for Haleigh’s Ink, with edits for Orgasm University hot on her tail. I’m writing Laila’s Lies, a quickie I’ll be adding into the Members Only series. I’m also working on Kneel, a novella for the same series, Jenna’s Consent, same series and I just turned in Nico’s Curse. That one’s a stand-alone short novel where the hero seriously pissed off a witch and she had the means to make him pay for it.

Yeah, so between 5-7 books are in the process normally all the time. I really have a lot to say if you couldn’t tell already. I LOVE WRITING!!!


Do you have a particular Muse for your writing? Do any of your characters bear startling resemblances to sexy celebrities or people you admire?

A particular Muse, huh, not that I know of. I don’t have a celebrity that I’m crushed out over. They’re people just like you and me so I tend to draw inspiration from people I actually know. Scenes I get to witness in the BDSM world and honestly just everyday things. I have notebooks with me all the time so anything that pops into my head I write down IMMEDIATELY so it’s not lost. Like last night…we were sitting at the table eating dinner at a seafood restaurant and this quote flashed into my head. I grabbed the notepad from my purse and wrote, “She froze. Unable to speak, completely and utterly gagged by nothing more than circumstance.” Where did it come from? Who the hell knows. What book is it for? No idea yet, but I’ll find somewhere that it fits perfectly. And then when I go back and read it, I’ll remember where I was when I wrote it. It makes my books very personal for me. The freedom to do that, to write what I do, is amazing.


Where do you see yourself in five years? Both writing-wise and non-writing-wise?

Writing wise I hope to be on the best seller lists consistently with each new book. I hope to be going to more conferences to learn and teach. I would love to be writing full time by then, but I love my “REAL” job so much I can’t imagine ever getting to the point I want to leave. I hope to have a multi-book deal with one of the five traditional NY publishers, and **cross my fingers** I hope the first contract will come sometime this year. Non-writing wise I hope to be exactly where I’m at right now, except in a new house which we’re designing as we speak. SQUEEEEEE!


And now for some silly questions…

Muscled or skinny? – muscled all the way

Tall or short? – tall

Boxers or briefs? – no thank you *curtsy*

Moustache or beard? – Mmm…today I’m going to say beard

Long hair or shaven head? – bald

Tattoos or piercings? – yes PLEASE!

Intelligent or funny? – intelligent

Blond, brunette or red head? – blond

Hottest celebrity (tell us why, if you like)? –Channing  Tatum cause he’s hot and that half smile he has **swoons**


Top same-sex crush (or opposite sex if you already like same-sex!) – Her name is **redacted to protect the guilt** she is seriously yummy!

Most disliked celebrity (tell us why, if you like) – no clue, I have no time for anything but family, work and writing

Favourite food – ice cream

Favourite book (tell us why, if you like) – it made my brain hurt to pick just one so I’m going to pick a category instead. BDSM Erotic books. I read what I write like I am what I eat. Wonder if I taste like mint chocolate chip ice cream?

Favourite place in the world (tell us why, if you like) – On the beach in FL. Anywhere on the East coast really. The water is so blue and crystal clear, and the sound of it sinks inside my soul and stays for a while. It’s sunny and warm even when it’s cold and it makes me feel happy and recharged and thankful to be alive. DAMMIT!! Now I need to go to the beach.

Anything else you’d like to add? – THANK YOU FOR READING ALL OF THIS!! Seriously, you are a dedicated rock star with sticktoitivness and great taste!


Now give us the blurb, an extract and buy links for your latest release.

Excerpt can be found here

Members Only, Book Three

Skye has spent her life being the perfect daughter for her prominent, wealthy parents. She says all the right things, wears all the right clothes…and lies through her teeth about the kind of sex she needs. The bland “gentlemen” she dates don’t know a thing about what gets her going—and when they find out, they run screaming. In her deepest, naughtiest dreams, she finds a man…or two…who knows just how to tie her up and tease her until she’s begging for more. But those guys don’t really exist, do they?

Jackson wants one thing for Christmas, and her name is Skye. He’s watched her from afar for ages, biding his time, waiting for his chance to give her the kind of pleasure she craves. And this Christmas he’s going to get his way. He’s enlisted his buddy Nick and the two of them are going to give Skye a holiday treat she’ll never forget.

Inside Scoop: This holiday threesome features bondage and spanking benches…and creates whole new uses for Christmas lights and candy canes.

A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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Jennifer KaceyNow give us your author bio and website/social media links.

Jennifer Kacey is a wife, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

Website – http://www.jenniferkacey.com/
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/jennifer.kacey.7
Twitter – https://twitter.com/JenniferKacey
Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6941549.Jennifer_Kacey
Pinterest – http://pinterest.com/jenniferkacey/

Thanks again for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed this interview and wish you the best of luck with your latest release. Many sales!

An Interview with Suz deMello

Suz deMelloI’m delighted to welcome Suz deMello to my site today, where’s she dishing the dirt on herself and her latest release, Queen’s Quest, just released with Ellora’s Cave. Welcome, Suz!


Tell us about yourself. Both your writing self and your non-writing self. What are your interests and hobbies? Do you have a day job, etc?

When I separated from my ex-husband, I made up my mind that I wanted an interesting life. Since 2006, I’ve visited ten countries outside the USA and lived in a couple, most notably Thailand and China, where I taught English to toddlers for nearly a year.

I currently live in northern California with my mother, who is 83, and watch out for her.  Hot yoga and travel are my favorite hobbies. I’m currently working on several different projects, most notably another “Highland Vampires” novel, and planning another trip to Europe in the autumn.


Give us the background on your latest release.

Queen’s Quest was inspired by a sci-fi show I watched long ago about a planet that didn’t spin, but eternally presented the same face to its sun. It was intriguing but the plot didn’t match the interesting concept. But the idea stayed on my mind for a decade. I made a point of forgetting almost everything about the show so my story would be completely different.

Oddly, I started writing a book about this unearthly, futuristic world when I was living in Thailand, and no setting in the novel resembles Chiang Mai, where I lived.


How did you get started with writing? And what was your route to publication like?

Looking back on my journey, the road to the publication of my first book wasn’t all that difficult—though it seemed hard at the time.

I started writing my first manuscript after taking classes on writing, where I learned that romance novels comprise an enormous part of the fiction market. I decided I could do that also, and did. At the time I was working as a trial attorney, a fairly difficult and stressful life. I was eager to find an alternative.

After I’d written four complete manuscripts, I focused on selling one. That occurred in the middle of 1999—fairly soon after I’d started writing in November 1996. I sold a historical romance to Zebra/Kensington, which sold well and won an award for the best historical romance of its year.


What are you currently working on?

I have a number of pending projects. Two are revisions of earlier works to make them better, more complete and sexier. Another project is a writing treatise on story and plot. And I’m planning my next book in the “Highland Vampires” series.


Do you have a particular Muse for your writing? Do any of your characters bear startling resemblances to sexy celebrities or people you admire?

For my last book, I hung photos of Ralph Fiennes as Heathcliff around my writing space. This time around, my hero more closely resembles Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes, and I’ve created a collage featuring him, a suitable heroine and a couple of photos of the setting. I also create a playlist for most of the books I write, and that also helps me get into my writing space.


Where do you see yourself in five years? Both writing-wise and non-writing-wise?

(smiling) That’s pretty hard to predict. A lot depends upon what goes on with my family. Most likely I will be here in northern California doing what I do—having a great life.


And now for some silly questions…

Muscled or skinny? I’m tall and slender. I like men who are long, lean and strong.

Tall or short? Tall.

Boxers or briefs? Commando

Moustache or beard? Both, either or neither

Long hair or shaven head? I love long hair but shaven is okay as long as the face, the eyes, the smile are there.

Tattoos or piercings? Not particularly.

Intelligent or funny? Both, I hope.

Blond, brunette or red head? I’m a bottle blonde 🙂

Hottest celebrity (tell us why, if you like)?  Only one?

Top same-sex crush (or opposite sex if you already like same-sex!) Wow, that’s a hard one. I’m not often attracted to women, and if I am, she’s someone I know.

Most disliked celebrity (tell us why, if you like) Miley Cyrus. Slutty and creepy. People like her give kink and sex a bad reputation.

Favourite food Only one?

Favourite book (tell us why, if you like) Only one?

Favourite place in the world (tell us why, if you like) Probably London or Venice, and why should be evident.


Now give us the blurb, an extract and buy links for your latest release.

Blurb: Queen’s Quest

Janus is a planet which lacks both tilt and spin, and its Shadowlands are the pewter band of dusk dividing the violently hot Lightside of the planet from its Darkside, imprisoned by eternal night. Because of the peculiar conformation of the planet, birthrates are low and indiscriminate mating encouraged.

Audryn, Queen of Shadow has reached that time in her life when she must choose a King to rule with her or fail to bear an heir, casting not only her realm but all of Janus into chaos.

Despite her duty, she is reluctant to share power, even a bit distrustful. Janus’ nobles vie for Audryn’s hand. Although she enjoys trysting with all her suitors, none seize her heart.

Then Storne, the warrior Prince of Darkness, arrives to claim her as his bride.

Will his masterful ways allure or repel the willful Queen?

Queen's QuestExtract:

Excerpt from Chapter Five, Queen’s Quest

I sent a message to Storne, the Prince of Darkness, requesting that he attend me toward the end of my toilette, and told Maia to prepare me with especial care for that evening’s dinner. I sent out all other servants so I could speak with her privately about him.

As I reclined on a golden velvet settee, she shaved me, a bolster beneath my hips and my legs wide so my pussy was accessible. With quick, deft strokes of the razor, she cleared the curls from both sides of my delta, then from my labia, so the area ‘round my clitoris was smooth. She then cleansed me with a damp cloth before massaging my sex flesh with lotion scented with soothing lavender and chamomile.

I raised my arms above my head, lifting my breasts so they crinkled in the cool air. Storne, I thought, and I tingled from head to toe. “What did you think of him?”

She did not ask me the subject of my question, but said, “I like him. He is direct and honest in his ways, and has the respect of his men.” She fluffed a powderpuff between my thighs.

I sighed, my pussy throbbing. “How large is his…entourage?”

“Large enough, I trow. The DarkDwellers make dwarves of us all.”

“I have a task for you.”

Maia set the shaving implements on the sideboard, then turned to regard me with her fullest attention. I sat up and took a hairbrush, handing it to her. As she brushed, I talked.

“I do not wish the leaders of Darkness and Light to ever be alone together.”

She paused, and the brush stilled. “I see your concern. If they join against Shadow, we would have no chance against their combined forces.”

“Yes. We would be squeezed like an orange in a press, the life-giving juices extracted and the dry husk left to rot.” Fear twisted deep in my belly.

The brushing resumed. “Kaldir strikes me as ignorant of statecraft.”

“I agree. He may not have thought of such a strategy, but Storne…”

“Yes. I, also, believe it must have occurred to the Prince of Darkness. Storne is far too canny a warrior to allow this opportunity to pass unheeded.”

“Or at least considered the possibilities. He has a reputation as a fine soldier.”

The brushing concluded, she tugged at a bellpull. “I will make certain that Darkness and Light do not merge. But you must also do your part.”

I smiled. “That will be my pleasure.”

Several of my ladies entered, opening wardrobes and bringing out gowns for my inspection. Others braided my hair and pinned it to the top of my head like a crown while others rimmed my eyes with charcoal, pinkened my lips with a rose tint. With unaccustomed nerves, I dithered over my choices, wondering which dress or what color would most entice Storne. I finally said, “The rose pink, the one trimmed with gold lace.” I felt overheated, and the gown was of thin, slick satin. Cooling, as in cooling my lust. I did not want to indulge in hasty actions with the Prince of Darkness.

I continued, “And high shoes. I do not wish to look like a dwarf.”

Maia emitted a sharp bark of laughter as she found pink stockings, which were fastened above my knees with ruffled garters of golden lace. She draped a pink chemise over my head, which was followed by a matching corset, laced tightly to show my narrow waist and lift my breasts. I slid my feet into the heeled slippers, and as the satin gown was tossed over my head, I heard a door open, followed by the clatter of boots.

“Lord Storne.” Maia’s tone was respectful.

I shook my head free of the enveloping folds of lace and satin as she tugged the gown into place. “Good evening,” I said.

“Audryn.” Without being bidden, he approached. He reached for me, then stopped. “May I?”

“Y-yes.” I did not know what he intended, but…

His smile transformed his angular face. He wrapped a big hand behind my neck. His grasp was firm, warm, the skin of his palm a little rough, from swordplay or riding, I imagined. I tried to breathe through a tight, nervous throat.

He kissed me full on the lips, rather than a chaste buss on my cheek, which would have been proper. Though he did not intrude his tongue, the contact was warm, vital and vigorous, hinting at the pleasure we could share.

As he withdrew, his gaze met mine, the gray eyes demanding, gentle and amused. How he packed so many emotions into one glance was a mystery to me. I told myself I was imagining more in his look than actually was there.

I had become infatuated by the Prince of Darkness swiftly…far too swiftly. That was bad. I could not make decisions affecting the history and welfare of my realm based on a passing fancy.

Maia bustled around me, fastening golden earbobs onto my lobes, bracelets on my wrists. Another lady laced my gown up the back. I was grateful for their presence, for the respite that the mundane tasks afforded; I could collect myself, regain my lost poise.

When I was dressed, Storne said, “Let’s walk before dinner.”

“Certainly.” I donned long, pink satin gloves. Fingerless, they wouldn’t impede me when eating or touching. Again, anxiety cramped me to the guts, but I laid a hand onto his elbow.

He had bathed from top to toe. Most of his dark mane hung loose, but the thick locks at each side of his face were braided, leaving his features, angular but pleasing, exposed. Amber and musk from the EastMarch scented his hair. He wore fine garments subdued in color: deep blue shot and trimmed with silver. The hue complemented his coloring. Hose of the same rich tone limned brawny legs. He was aware of Shadowland fashion, for his codpiece was large and embroidered with thick silver thread. His velvet doublet bore a design with the sacred oak and fiery mountain, traditional symbols of Darkside nobility, nature-worshippers all.

His gray eyes continued expressive, holding intelligence and humor, and his mouth was unexpectedly sensual. A fantasy image of his lips caressing my pussy drifted across my mind.

He led me through the palace with a sure step, showing no uncertainty. Our respective retinues followed. Behind me, the train of my gown swept the slates, but as it didn’t have panniers or hoops, our bodies occasionally bumped as we walked. Each contact shot a scintillating trail of desire along my skin.

“Do you know your way? Where are we going?” I asked.

He cast me an amused glance. “I had a free hour to explore your castle. It is an admirable stronghold.”

He took me to the same terrace where I’d so joyously given my virginity on my Exhibition Day. When our servants attempted to follow, I said, “It’s all right. There are plenty of people below.”

True enough; down on the lawns, tearing apart the sod, a herd of magnificent taqqa milled and stamped, huge animals with shaggy ochre-colored pelts, massive humped shoulders and curved horns, themselves long, sharp weapons. Some of the beasts were mounted by armored warriors almost as big as Storne, while the rest were laden. Servants, both Shadowlanders and Darksiders, busily unloaded and stacked boxes, baskets, trunks, rugs and portmanteaux. That our people worked together amicably was not lost on me.

“For you,” Storne said.

I stared at him.


My eyes widened. “You owe me no tribute, and you cannot buy me.”

“No, but I see that I must woo you.” That smile again, so unexpected from such a solemn mien. “I am but a rough warrior, but I wish to be your rough warrior.”

Pleasure robbed me of speech. I was touched by his courtliness, so at odds with his earlier arrogance. And he was an astute judge of character. He had taken my measure immediately and adjusted his approach. He had also come prepared for any eventuality.

He took out a small pouch from a hidden pocket in his doublet. “My first gift to you.”

My face felt too small for my smile. “Thank you.” Excited, I reached for the red satin bag, hoping it contained jewelry. Darkside boasted a wealth of minerals and gems, and its artisans excelled in the craft of jewelry design.

He pulled it out of my reach. “Let me show you. Rumor tells me that women of the Shadowlands enjoy this kind of gift, and I will enjoy knowing that you wear it.” He tugged apart the drawstring at the pouch’s top and upended it above his cupped palm. A stream of molten gold spilled forth, resolving into a fine chain, nearly three feet long.

Puzzled, I took it out of his hand and held it up to examine it by the light of the torches lining the marble terrace. The chain had little scissor-like appendages at each end, each maybe the size of my thumbnail. The scissors had curved blades that weren’t sharp but were lined with tiny seed pearls, leaving a circular gap in the center perhaps the size of a baby pea. The ends were curlicued to wrap around each other.

I raised my brows at Storne.

“Allow me.” But he didn’t take the chain, instead reaching for my bodice.

I gasped and pulled away. “Sir, you presume too much.”

“Do I?” He paced the length of the terrace, then returned. “Audryn, there is only one sure test of our ability to rule together, and this mating is a radical step neither of us can take without some…experimentation. I know you approach your seventeenth starturn, and you have sworn to crown your king on that day.”

My jaw tightened. “Your spies are most effective.”

“Thus, time grows short. Please.” He reached for me again, and this time I did not resist. He was right; besides, I wanted him to touch me intimately. Though his hands were rough, he handled my breasts with tenderness, lifting them above the gown and away from the corset’s confinement, resting them atop my lace-trimmed neckline. Cool air washed my breasts, a delightful sensation. My nipples wrinkled. He passed a hand over the mounded flesh, traced one curved pink aureole’s edge. Need flared through me, and my pussy dampened anew.

He smiled. “I suppose that I will have to learn to enjoy the public sex that your customs demand. And I may as well begin…now.” He slid an arm around me and bent his head to kiss first one nipple and then the other, licking around the aureole, sucking to lengthen the tips until they were hard and distended.

He gripped my left one between his teeth and gave it a sharp little nip. I gasped, “Storne!”

“Did that hurt?”

“A little.”

He rubbed his lips over the tiny pain he’d caused, and the sting dissolved into a haze of pleasure. He took one of the scissorlike appendages and opened the clasp, then closed it around my swollen nipple.

The tiny pearls gripped the very tip of my breast, lighting a spark of need that zipped to my pussy. I rested my face against his chest, breathing deeply in a vain attempt to control my reaction. I felt heat in my cheeks and the softness of his velvet doublet, my pulsing clit…an array of dizzying sensations.

He dropped the chain, and the slight weight tugging on my nipple built my pussy’s spark into a fire. He lifted my right breast higher and pinched my nipple, kissed and licked the tip. When it also swelled, he fastened the other clip to it. The fire roared into a blaze, and I grabbed his shoulders, flinging back my head. He laid a trail of kisses across my bare chest, up to my throat, along my jawline before he reached my lips.

This time, he took my mouth with a commanding kiss, holding me so tightly that I could feel the embroidery on his doublet abrade my naked breasts. My captured nipples rubbed across velvet, scraped across silver thread. I tore my lips away from his and I cried out, heedless of the warriors and servants below. I cared for nothing but the man who held me in his arms, who had claimed me when he chained my breasts, took my mouth.

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Now give us your author bio and website/social media links.

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com
–For editing services, email her at suzswift@yahoo.com
–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift, and visit her group pages at
http://www.facebook.com/HotWriters and https://www.facebook.com/pages/Red-Hot-Authors-Cafe/1378227469100902
–She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun
–Her current blog is http://www.fearlessfastpacedfiction.com

Thanks again for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed this interview and wish you the best of luck with your latest release. Many sales!

Interview with Annabeth Albert (@annabethalbert)

I’m happy to introduce Annabeth Albert to my site for the first time. Find out more about her, her books and ponytailed hotties…


Move MeTell us about yourself. Both your writing self and your non-writing self. What are your interests and hobbies? Do you have a day job, etc?

My writing self writes both m/f and m/m erotic romance. I joke that I write “heart warming smut” as my stories are both sweet and just a little naughty. In the past I’ve written contemporary romance and young adult romance before finding a home on the spicy side of things.  I’m married with two young kids and I’m an adjunct professor. Does Twitter count as a hobby? I’m a frequent late-night tweeter. I’m a sports junkie and can’t wait for the winter Olympics to start. Oh and I’m a compulsive knitter—I hate just sitting without something to do.


Give us the background on your latest release.

When I saw that EC wanted more married stories, I immediately knew that I wanted to do one. The question of what happens AFTER a happy ending has always fascinated me, and I wanted to look at the hard work it takes to keep happily-ever-after going. I also knew that I wanted a story where the conflict didn’t center around cheating temptation. I wanted an average couple finding their way back from okay to fabulous.


How did you get started with writing? And what was your route to publication like?

I started writing my first book in 2003 while I was in graduate school. I finally finished that book in 2005, and while it didn’t sell, I discovered RWA and the awesome community of romance writers. I went onto to write another four books that still live under my bed. Then in 2012 I decided to see what would happen if I upped the spicy content in my writing. A few months later, I sold book #6 to Ellora’s Cave and book #7 to MLR press. My path to publication was lined with hundreds of rejection letters and close calls. Having five books not sell was really disheartening, and I was tempted to give up writing at several points. But I’m glad I kept on it.


What are you currently working on?

I have a full-length m/m erotic romance featuring a music reality show, a bad boy, and a kinky virgin hero that is currently on submission along with a m/m novella about a barista with a crush on one of his customers. Right now I’m working on a m/m friends-to-lovers story.


Do you have a particular Muse for your writing? Do any of your characters bear startling resemblances to sexy celebrities or people you admire?

My muse can be fickle so I beat her into submission by making myself do something related to my WIP every day. I use Pandora and copious amounts of coffee to coax her into cooperating. Sometimes a particular picture or celebrity may influence my brainstorming but most of the time I have an idea then go hunt down some images to help things along.


Where do you see yourself in five years? Both writing-wise and non-writing-wise?

I have young kids so I have trouble thinking that far ahead. Writing wise I want to get faster, more productive, and have a decent sized backlist in five years.


And now for some silly questions…

Muscled or skinny? Both? I am an equal opportunity appreciator of body types J

Tall or short? I love tall heroes, but I’ve also got a soft spot for height challenged heroes like Lorelei James’ Chasin’ Eight.

Boxers or briefs? Boxers.

Moustache or beard? Beard. If you’re going to go fuzzy, go bold!

Long hair or shaven head? Both! I’m married to a pony-tailed hottie, but I love bald-by-choice too.

Tattoos or piercings? Ink is sexier than steel to me!

Intelligent or funny? Both! A girl can dream!

Blond, brunette or red head? All three 🙂 But I love a great ginger hero!

Hottest celebrity (tell us why, if you like)? Jamie on Mythbusters. A hot, commanding nerd who knows how to use explosives? Yes, please!

Top same-sex crush (or opposite sex if you already like same-sex!) Reese Witherspoon—I’ve loved her since Man in the Moon back in the 90s.

Most disliked celebrity (tell us why, if you like) Duck Dynasty

Favourite food—Mangoes!

Favourite book (tell us why, if you like) Just one? Really? Promises by Marie Sexton is very high on my list because it was the first m/m I read, and it opened up a whole new world for me.

Favourite place in the world (tell us why, if you like)—My bed because I see too little of it!

Anything else you’d like to add? I love making new friends on twitter @AnnabethAlbert and facebook! See my contact deets below!


Now give us the blurb, an extract and buy links for your latest release.

Mark and Jill Evans have an enviable marriage—great kids, nice house and a loving relationship. But lately, Jill can’t escape the feeling that things have gotten a bit stale. Mark’s been working long hours and she misses the days when their bed was used for more than folding laundry.

When Mark reveals that he’s landed a big new client—and a chance to move the family to France for a year—Jill objects and sparks a passionate stand-off. Mark proposes a sexy bet to settle their disagreement about moving, and his wife can’t wait for the games to begin. The battleground is the bedroom, and it’s a no-holds-barred war to see who moves first.

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“The last time I was covered in whipped cream, I wasn’t wearing quite so many clothes.” Jill snagged a stray red cup as she rounded up discarded plates and forks. A shout echoed from the living room followed by the sounds of electronic violence. “And I definitely didn’t have a house of teens.”

Bree made a strangled sound. “Jill á la mode?”

Jill glanced over at her friend, who’d collapsed onto one of the bar stools. Jill leaned back against the granite breakfast bar, surveying the damage wrought by a dozen eighth graders in under an hour. The kids had abandoned the open kitchen-great room space in favor of the video games in the living room—no matter what their architect had intended, there were no “formal” spaces in the house, only varying distributions of the kids’ stuff.

“What?” Jill’s cheeks heated. Maybe she had been far too long without adult conversation. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had fun with sundae toppings.”

“Oh, I have.” Bree’s smile of newlywed contentment made Jill grind her teeth.

Jealousy? A low ache bloomed in her gut. Oh yeah, she was jealous. But she couldn’t let that show. She straightened her smile and lightened her voice. “And probably a whole lot wilder in Barbados. You didn’t even get a honeymoon tan.”

“I just can’t picture…” Bree trailed off, cheeks pinkening. “Not that I picture you and Mark at all… I mean, I never thought of you guys as being… Oh crap. I’ll just shut up now.” She buried her face in her arms.

“What? We don’t seem like the wild monkey-sex types?” Not anymore, at least.

And when had that changed? She’d never been the type to kiss and brag in the carpool lineup, but she and Mark had good sex. And okay, maybe it wasn’t the wild, over-the-top, sweaty marathon of their twenties, but it was good. Except when it wasn’t anything at all. She grabbed a dishtowel and scrubbed at a nonexistent stain on the beige granite.

“We need wine.” Bree gestured to the bottle she’d brought, which sported a little bow and card—Mom needs a birthday present too! She grabbed two plastic cups from the stack of party things.

“What? Are we seventeen?” Jill snatched the cups away and returned them to the counter. Tonight she felt every minute of the five years separating their ages—her bones hurt and, unlike Bree, she didn’t have a sexy excuse. “I’ve got real glasses.” Somewhere.

She snared the footstool, then stretched to reach the top shelf. Somehow an assortment of plastic tumblers and thermoses had relegated her good crystal to the cheap seats behind a turkey platter. Thanksgiving. That was the last time we used the good dishes and served wine.

Feeling more boring by the second, she poured a generous amount of wine into two glasses.

“These are pretty.” Bree twirled her glass,looking at the lines of color snaking up the stem, glinting from deep inside the crystal.

“They were a wedding present from my dad.” Looking at the glasses, Jill could almost hear the rustle of satin and the smell of chrysanthemums and feel the weight of her father’s hand as he’d told her how proud her mother would have been. Other women always talked about how nervous they’d been on their wedding days. Not her. She’d never been more sure of anything in her life. “Fifteen years ago this year.”

Bree’s eyes narrowed, and Jill could see her friend doing the math in her head.

“Yeah,” Jill said. “Mallory was a bit of an early wedding present. Mark’s mother swears she was the biggest preemie she’s ever seen. Married in October, baby by Easter.”

“Cheers.” Bree raised her glass. “To the happiest couple I know.”

“Other than you and Jack.”

“Other than me and Jack.” Bree’s smug smile was back and so was Jill’s ache. “But really—you guys are totally my inspiration. Fifteen years. Three kids. And apparently you still know your way around a can of Reddi-whip.”

Not anytime lately. Jill took a healthy swallow of wine, the oaky  flavor making her throat tighten and her eyes sting. Or maybe that was from the effort of not confessing to Bree how wrong her assumption was. No, she’s not wrong. Mark and I are happy. We are.

Want to find out how Jill and Mark rekindle their passion and strengthen their bond? Read the rest of Move Me!


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Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer in a variety of subgenres.

Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two toddlers.

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Interview with Karenna Colcroft

Please welcome Karenna Colcroft, a fellow Ellora’s Cave author, with a fabulous interview and dishing the dirt on her latest release, Whatever He Wants, part of the Boys Will Do Boys series.

Whatever He WantsTell us about yourself. Both your writing self and your non-writing self. What are your interests and hobbies? Do you have a day job, etc?

My writing self is far more interesting than my non-writing self! As Karenna Colcroft, I’ve had over 40 romances published, including short stories, novellas, and full-length novels. My new Ellora’s Cave release Whatever He Wants is my 46th romance release, though some of the early ones are now out of print. I started writing erotic romance in 2006 on a challenge from a friend, and my first e-book was published in March 2009. As Jo Ramsey, I write young adult fiction, and have had 21 titles published in that category since January 2010.

As for non-writing… Hmm. I don’t have any hobbies, and my only interests are reading and watching TV. I’m the mother of two teenagers, and am married to a man I call my “real-life romance hero” husband because he’s done so much for my children (who are from my first marriage) and me since he met us. Including telling me earlier this year to quit the day job to write full-time, which I’ve been doing since September.


Give us the background on your latest release.

When I started writing erotic romance, I focused on heterosexual romance because I didn’t know if I could write male/male accurately. But then I gave it a try in late 2010 for an anthology that honoured a writing friend of mine. (The Wishing on a Blue Star anthology from Dreamspinner Press.) And when I realized I actually was capable of writing male/male romance, I continued doing so. I became so comfortable with it that I considered giving up writing hetero stuff.

I’d already had several hetero romances published with Ellora’s Cave and wanted to continue writing for them, but wasn’t sure about publishing male/male with them. But then months ago, they issued a call for male/male stories for a collection called “Boys Will Do Boys,” and I decided to give it a go. Whatever He Wants is the result of that decision.

(For those who may be wondering, I chose not to completely give up writing hetero romance; I have a hetero contemporary novel under contract with Ellora’s Cave now.)


How did you get started with writing? And what was your route to publication like?

I’ve been making up stories since I was about three years old, and started writing them down when I was five. Even back then, I knew that someday, I wanted to see my stories in books like the ones I read. From then through university and into my first marriage, I mostly wrote stories for teens and pre-teens, but I never completely had the confidence to submit any.

In 2000, I was teaching special education at a very small school in a rural area, and my budget was not high enough to buy phonics-based reading materials for my students. So I wrote my own, and those 75 stories (1-2 pages apiece), along with the comprehension and phonics worksheets I developed to use with the stories, became my first publication in 2002, when a small educational press released them.

I continued writing fiction for teens, and in 2005 I met someone who became my first beta reader and my biggest cheerleader. He also became a close friend, and I confided in him about some issues from my past. In summer 2006, he challenged me, because of what I told him, to write something showing “sex in a positive light,” and since I almost always accept writing challenges, I did. I was impressed with my results, so I continued writing very short erotica stories, and a year later—by which time I’d divorced my first husband and was dating again—a man I was seeing suggested I submit my stories to the Literotica site. So I did that for about a year and a half, and through Literotica, I found my first publisher.


What are you currently working on?

I’m currently catching up on some revisions. I mentioned liking writing challenges… At the beginning of November, after submitting a novel to one of my publishers, I gave myself the challenge of writing 15 short stories from November 11-30. I completed that challenge on November 28, with eight young adult short stories and seven romance/erotica shorts, and I’m currently revising a few of them to submit to publications.


Do you have a particular Muse for your writing? Do any of your characters bear startling resemblances to sexy celebrities or people you admire?

My muse’s name is Dominic, and he’s a bossy pain in the ass who leans over my shoulder and corrects my grammar and phrasing while I type. Okay, he’s a figment of my imagination, but sometimes he makes it hard to remember that! I don’t generally use real-life people, either folks I know or celebrities, as inspiration for my characters’ appearances.


Where do you see yourself in five years? Both writing-wise and non-writing-wise?

Writing-wise, in five years I hope to have an agent and/or contracts with at least one of the “big time” romance or young adult publishers. I’ll still be writing full-time, and will still be splitting my time between erotic romance and young adult. And I’ll be earning enough that all my credit cards and my car will have long since been paid off.

Non-writing, I honestly don’t know. I’ll still be married to hubby. Both of my kids will be out of the house, since they’re currently 18 and 15 years old. So I really have no answer to that.


And now for some silly questions…

Muscled or skinny? Muscled

Tall or short? Tall

Boxers or briefs? Boxer-briefs… the best of both worlds

Moustache or beard? Neither (though hubby has both)

Long hair or shaven head? Long hair

Tattoos or piercings? Tats

Intelligent or funny? Both!

Blond, brunette or red head? Brunette

Hottest celebrity (tell us why, if you like)? I don’t know… Honestly, I can’t think of one.

Top same-sex crush (or opposite sex if you already like same-sex!) I don’t have any same-sex crushes.

Most disliked celebrity (tell us why, if you like) See my answer to #15

Favourite food Scallion pancake

Favourite book (tell us why, if you like) Oh, no… there are WAY too many books I love to choose just one as a favourite!

Favourite place in the world (tell us why, if you like) Lunenburg, Nova Scotia (Canada). It’s my mother’s home town, and as a child/teen, it was the safest place in my life.

Anything else you’d like to add? If any readers would like to suggest a hobby they think I would enjoy (other than cross-stitch embroidery; I used to love doing that, but my vision is too poor now, I just tried it last month and couldn’t see the holes to get the needle through!), I would love to hear suggestions… and I’ll draw one name from the commenters to receive a PDF copy of Whatever He Wants.


Now give us the blurb, an extract and buy links for your latest release.

BLURB: Grad student Randall has a reputation to uphold. He’s too busy to fall in love, and is known among his friends as the king of one-night stands. He prefers it that way until he meets Isaiah at a party.

Against all of Randall’s expectations, Isaiah turns out to be exactly what he’s looking for, and for the first time Randall’s heart gets involved. Randall doesn’t know whether Isaiah is truly interested in him or just playing the player, but to find out, Randall will do whatever Isaiah wants.

Inside Scoop: This book contains some Dominance/submission action between a guy who lives for one-night stands and the guy who wants to tame him.



The table was covered with platters of sandwich meats and rolls, vegetables and chips, along with bottles of vodka, rum, juice and soda. Randall slapped together a couple of sandwiches on a paper plate and added a handful of chips. He reached for a red plastic cup from the stack at the other end of the table. A smooth hand with slightly hairy knuckles blocked him.

Glaring, Randall looked up at the owner of the hand. It was not a wise move to come between him and his food and drink when he was this hungry and pissy. He readied a few scathing words but found himself speechless when he saw pale-blond, almost white shaggy hair and brilliant blue eyes set in a slightly tanned face.

The guy could have stepped out of a painting. He was gorgeous.

Randall’s cock started to stiffen and he gulped. He refused to get besotted by some random stranger. At least not until he’d had something to eat.

“Sorry.” The guy grinned. “I’m so thirsty I wasn’t even paying attention. After you.”

“Thanks.” Flustered, Randall took a cup and half filled it with rum then topped it off with cola.

“Pour me one of those, would you?” The guy set an empty cup in front of Randall. “I’m Isaiah.”

“Randall.” He poured the drink and held the cup up for Isaiah to take. He tried to avoid the guy’s eyes. He’d never seen eyes so intensely bright and it wouldn’t take much for them to pull him in.

He wasn’t like Brad. He had no interest in relationships. He didn’t have the time or energy for them. Even a fuck-buddy arrangement was too much effort. He just wanted to get off and go home. But if he let himself hook up with Isaiah, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stick to his usual standards.

“Haven’t seen you around.” Isaiah took a sip of his drink and grimaced. “Damn, that’s strong.”

“It isn’t that strong.” Randall sipped his own. Exactly the way he usually had it. “You aren’t used to alcohol, huh?”

“As a matter of fact, no. I’m usually the designated driver.” Isaiah took another sip. “But it’s my birthday so I’m partying tonight. My buddies thought this would be a good way to celebrate.”

“Hanging around a bunch of loud drunks who won’t even be able to stay on their feet to dance within a couple hours?” Randall rolled his eyes at himself. Nothing like insulting the entire guest list, including Isaiah’s friends. “Sorry. Grouchy grad student here. I’m a bit cynical tonight. Happy birthday.”

“No issue and thanks.” Isaiah’s smile was as brilliant as his eyes. “Grouchy because you work too hard or because you don’t have enough fun?”

“Aren’t those the same thing?”

“Not necessarily.” Isaiah leaned against the table and immediately jumped up. “Shit. Fucking thing is not stable. Working too hard doesn’t mean you don’t leave time for fun. Some people manage to do both.”

“I don’t have enough fun.” Randall took a deep breath and faced Isaiah full on. His cock stiffened a bit more. Apparently he was in the mood for a guy. At least for this one.

He hesitated to proposition Isaiah. The guy might take it wrong. Hell, he didn’t even know if Isaiah gay, bi or one hundred percent straight. Not that he’d ever met anyone in the latter category. He’d fucked a few guys who’d claimed to be straight but hadn’t had any objection to shoving their cocks into a guy’s mouth or a nice, tight ass.

If he’d been faced with any other guy, Randall would already have started with the pick-up lines. Isaiah was different. Randall couldn’t have said how. He just knew he didn’t want to push the guy.

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Author bio and links

Karenna Colcroft is the alter ego of a shy, sedate wife and mother who is not a werewolf. (And who was dared to put that last line in her bio…) She started writing stories at age five, and wrote her first erotic romance in 2006 on a challenge from a friend. Her first book was published in March 2009, and since then she has had numerous short stories, novellas, and novels published. Karenna lives in the northeastern United States with her two teens, her real-life romance hero husband, two cats, and a pet mouse who is plotting to take over the world.

Find out more about Karenna and her books (and her blog!) on her website, http://www.karennacolcroft.com

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/KarennaColcroft

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Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Karenna-Colcroft/e/B0031HAOUK/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

Goodreads author page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3088615.Karenna_Colcroft


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Thanks, and likewise with your upcoming release! I’m looking forward to you visiting my blog on December 18!

Interview: Nancy Corrigan

Tell us about yourself. Both your writing self and your non-writing self. What are your interests and hobbies? Do you have a day job, etc?

First the basics, I’m married to my college sweetheart and have 3 wonderful children. I have a boxer who is convinced she’s a lap dog, a senior citizen cat who demands her needs are met immediately and a ball python. My passions…hmmm, tattoos (I have 7), classic cars and music (hard rock to blues).

Unexpected Find is my debut release with Ellora’s Cave. When not writing, I work as a chemist in a pharmaceutical lab.


Give us the background on your latest release.

The idea for this series grew from my passion for animals (big cats in particular) along with the influence of Laurann Dohner’s New Species series and Gena Showalter’s Lords of the Underworld. I was fascinated by the idea of having the “demons” sharing the Lords bodies and I love the passion in EC’s books. The two combined into the Royals, multi-feline shifters who house animal spirits and are doubly driven by their primal instincts.


How did you get started with writing? And what was your route to publication like?

I never actually meant to start writing but Rafe and Jasmine’s story just wouldn’t leave me. I had to write it.

My road to publication was a blessing I didn’t expect. My story was picked out of the slush pile at Ellora’s cave and the rest is history.


What are you currently working on?

I’m currently splitting my time between book 3 of the Royal Pride and book 1 of a new series for Ellora’s.


Do you have a particular Muse for your writing? Do any of your characters bear startling resemblances to sexy celebrities or people you admire?

No Muse. And yes, my characters are influenced by many things—celebrities, sexy photos on Facebook, people I know or see on the street.


Where do you see yourself in five years? Both writing-wise and non-writing-wise?

Still writing. Although I never planned to write, I love it. It’s become my passion and now that I’ve allowed this world to form in my mind, there are all these hot, alpha men who want their story told.

Non-writing wise, my children will be in high school so I’m sure they’ll keep me busy.


And now for some silly questions…

Muscled or skinny? Muscled

Tall or short? Tall

Boxers or briefs? Boxers or commando-lol

Moustache or beard? beard

Long hair or shaven head? Oh, that’s a tough one…depends on the man. Love both!

Tattoos or piercings? Tattoos

Intelligent or funny? Intelligent

Blond, brunette or red head? Blond

Hottest celebrity (tell us why, if you like)? Henry Cavill

Top same-sex crush (or opposite sex if you already like same-sex!) Kelly Ripa

Most disliked celebrity (tell us why, if you like)

Favourite food? Pizza

Favourite book (tell us why, if you like) Oh so many…New Species series, Christine Feehan’s Dark series and…I could keep going on and on. I love to read.

Favourite place in the world (tell us why, if you like) Anywhere my family is.


Unexpected FindNow give us the blurb, an extract and buy links for your latest release.

Unexpected Find

Nancy Corrigan

Royal Pride, Book 1

Since the murder of her best friend, Jazz is stuck in a safe but lonely way of life. She’s willing to sacrifice everything to keep her family safe from the shifter world. The sexy stranger who struts into her friend’s bar changes everything. From the first glance Jazz knows she’s sunk—their chemistry sizzles from across the room, it’ll be undeniable up close.

Rafe wants Jazz from the second he sets eyes on her. The depth of the need that swamps him every time he’s near her surprises him. It takes every last ounce of his self-control not to pounce on Jazz and make her his. Only her distrust of his shifter nature holds him back. He counts it as a win every time his beloved human gives in to their passion and takes him to her bed. But Rafe’s patience isn’t infinite and he’ll do whatever it takes, face any danger—past or present—to ensure that Jazz becomes his. Forever.

A Romantica® Paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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The butterflies in her belly took flight. The man was a romantic. “You know, I’m starting to enjoy the odd way you talk. It makes me feel as if I walked into a world where princesses wait to be swept away by their knight in shining armor.”

He grinned, the sad look replaced by amusement. Releasing her hands, he slid his around her waist. “You would make a beautiful princess.”

“Would I?”

“One to be fought for.” He twirled a lock of her hair around a finger. “What about me? Would I fill the role of your knight in shining armor?”

She smiled, completely charmed by this man. She ran her hands over his chest, luxuriated in the layers of muscle under her palms. “I don’t know if any horse would be able to carry you for long. I see you more as a warrior, a conqueror.”

“One who demands the bonny ladies as his reward after a battle?” He swept her into his arms. She gasped and grabbed his shoulders. Lust heated his eyes as he mapped her face. “Oh yes, I like this fantasy and in it I get to choose you as my booty.” He bent his head closer so his golden eyes filled her vision. “I think I might keep you, Jasmine.”

Her breath hitched. “I think you have a wild imagination.”

“Or a hopeful one.” He eased back but watched her with that focused gaze she was starting to associate with him. “I want you.”

The lust-hazed glint to his eyes told her exactly what he wanted. For once in her life, she did too—but it couldn’t happen. She had responsibilities. Spontaneity and motherhood did not mesh. The little episode in Josh’s office proved that. She would’ve been mortified if Sara walked in while they were having sex. Everyone in town would’ve known within the hour. The other playgroup moms would find out, maybe shun her or at least look at her negatively. No. Any liaisons she had would have to be planned and kept hidden.

She licked her upper lip. “I haven’t had sex in a really long time, Rafe.” She dropped her gaze and stared at his chin. “What we did tonight wasn’t like me either. I’m not like that. Easy.”

He brushed his lips over her forehead. “I know.” He set her on her feet and took her hand. “Come, let’s get you home.”

She walked with him around the side of the building to the parking lot. He led her right in the direction of her car, not even pausing by the other ones or asking where she’d parked. A feeling of unease slithered over her. She stopped and tugged on his arm. He looked at her with scrunched brows.

She jerked her chin toward her car. “Why do you think I parked there?”

He ran a hand through his hair, glanced toward the cluster of vehicles then back to her. “Your keys. You drive a Ford and I figured you’d be parked by a light.”

Intuitive or something more? Doubt crept into her mind and fed the apprehension. She pointed across the lot to the cars near the front door. “Why not think I parked there?”

A sheltered mask slid over the warm and open expression he’d worn since she’d met him. The first trickling of fear snaked into her consciousness and her earlier suspicion came back.

He shook his head and the hard look disappeared. Using the hand he held, he tucked her against his side. “I am sorry, Jasmine. I just assumed that since you arrived so late you would’ve been forced to park as far away as I did.”

He gave her another reassuring squeeze and led her toward the other side of the lot.

She stopped him after a few feet. Embarrassment rose. Just because she was worried about Tony’s murder and whether or not the killer had been looking for money or a kid he could sell didn’t mean she had to think everyone she met was a criminal or a rogue shifter. She couldn’t believe she was reading so much into his actions, but paranoia had become a part of her personality. She questioned everybody’s motives. She had to.

“No, you were right. I was just curious, I guess. You’re a very observant man.”

He looked at her, the careful mask back on. “It’s second nature, I suppose. A consequence of my…job.”

“Really? What do you do?”

“Security,” he grumbled and led her forward.

She considered that. It fit. She could easily see him working as a bodyguard for some important official or maybe a rock star. She grinned at the possibilities.

Before she knew it, they were at her car. She unlocked the door but Rafe planted his hands on either side of her body and caged her in. He leaned against her back and the evidence of his arousal pressed into her. With his mouth near her ear, he whispered, “I don’t want to let you go.”

The desire in his voice stirred hers back to life. She turned in his arms. Her reaction to Rafe wasn’t normal for her but she couldn’t deny it. Instant lust. She knew that’s all it was, even if he claimed it was more, but she’d been without a man for so long. This feeling was one she’d forgotten about. The crazy ‘nothing else matters’ one that made her want to roll around naked and sweaty with him until she sated the lust.

He nudged against her neck, urging her to accept him. Unable to resist, she bent her head and relished the nipping bites along her jaw. He fisted her hair and tugged, tearing a moan from her throat. He swallowed the sound with his mouth over hers. She opened for him, drew him in and their tongues twined and rolled. Slow at first, then with a growing hunger that left her breathless. She squirmed in his arms, desperate for the relief he could give.

He released the firm grip on her hair, swept his hands down her back and over her sides. With his fingers digging into her hips, he pulled her closer. The hard length of his erection pressed into her belly but he made no move to touch her more intimately. Didn’t slip his fingers into her panties. Didn’t counter the thumping in her clit. Didn’t ease the unbearable ache. He simply wrapped her in his arms and continued to kiss her.

After a long moment, he eased the tight embrace and skimmed the fingers that had brought her to orgasm a few minutes ago over her body. Up her spine, down her arms. He moved them to match the quicker pace his mouth took, but he didn’t come close to her breasts or her sex. And not touching her intimately heightened her arousal, built the anticipation. She had never wanted to have sex more than right in this moment.

She wasn’t sure how long they kissed but he finally pulled back and stared into her eyes.

“Invite me home, Jasmine.”


Nancy CorriganAuthor Bio

I’ve always been an avid reader and encourage everyone to escape the hectic daily grind with a few minutes a day in your favorite book.

I’m lucky enough to share my cat’s home with my three wonderful children, husband, dog and snake. When not writing, I work as a chemist in a pharmaceutical lab.

My passions beyond reading and family include music, classic cars, tattoos and animals (all of which have found their way into my writing in one form or another).

So that’s a little bit about me…

Website: http://www.nancycorriganauthor.com
Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/NancyCorriganAuthor
Facebook profile: http://www.facebook.com/nancy.corrigan.79
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/Nancy_Corrigan
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/nancycorrigan79
Goodreads author: http://www.goodreads.com/Nancy_Corrigan

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An Interview with Victoria Blisse

Please welcome my friend, fellow Northern Bird, fellow Brit Babe, fellow editor and co-author, Victoria Blisse. Wow, we do a lot together, don’t we? It must be a good sign that we’re not sick of each other yet 😉 Anyway, I interviewed Victoria about herself, her writing, her latest release and more, so check it out.

1. Tell us about yourself. Both your writing self and your non-writing self. What are your interests and hobbies? Do you have a day job, etc?

Okay, I’m Victoria Blisse. I love to bake, sew and read when I’m not writing and when I am writing I’m serving up sexy stories about Rubenesque beauties.  Writing is my life, as is being a wife and a mum. My guilty love is Strictly Come Dancing and if you want to buy me a sweet treat I love Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. Mmm, yum.

2. Give us the background on your latest release.

Sharing Nicely features not one but two hot billionaires with a curvy cutie who won’t take no for an answer. She gets these two sworn enemies to share nicely and both spend one night with her.

It was a fun novel to write and gave me an opportunity to write about a masquerade ball, something I’m fascinated by.

3. How did you get started with writing? And what was your route to publication like?

I’ve always written, well, since I was old enough to know how to. I’ve written stories and poems forever and got erotic about 12 years ago. I haven’t looked back since! I was first published in 2006 and now have over 50 stories out there and published ranging from short stories to novels.

4.  What are you currently working on?

I’m editing up a novella which I’m hoping to extend into a novel. Originally I wrote the novella in a weekend (yeah, really!) and I’m enjoying going back over it and expanding on it. The working title is Unscripted Desires and the story is set in a theatre.

5.  Do you have a particular Muse for your writing? Do any of your characters bear startling resemblances to sexy celebrities or people you admire?

I pick up inspiration everywhere and anywhere, often when I’m sitting on a bus or train, actually. My WIP has a hero who’s very similar in my mind to John Simm, better known as The Master from Doctor Who. Mmm, tasty.

6.  Where do you see yourself in five years? Both writing-wise and non-writing-wise?

In five years time I’ll have a daughter who’s finished secondary school, wow. I would like to see me still writing, being published and keeping my readers happy.

I love my life just as it is.


And now for some silly questions…

Muscled or skinny?   Love me some skinny goodness. Mmm.

Tall or short? Whichever way he comes. 😉

Boxers or briefs? Boxers

Moustache or beard? Neither *shudders* but if I have to choose, moustache.

Long hair or shaven head? Long Hair I reckon, something to hang on to.

Tattoos or piercings? Tattoos are pretty!

Intelligent or funny? Gah, can’t I have both? I do love a funny guy, though.

Blond, brunette or red head? I don’t care, really. I do have a soft spot for gingers though.

Hottest celebrity (tell us why, if you like)? I love David Tennent of Dr Who Fame. It’s all in the eyes.

Top same-sex crush (or opposite sex if you already like same-sex!) I would like Shakira to show me how to wiggle my hips like she does!

Most disliked celebrity (tell us why, if you like) Will Young, he sounds like a strangled cat!

Favourite food All of it! I do love cheesecake and meringue and chocolate and parsnips and…no, I can’t choose really.

Favourite book (tell us why, if you like) One? Just one? You cruel thing. Okay I’ll go with my favourite Romance, Jane Eyre.

Favourite place in the world (tell us why, if you like) Scarborough, the bestest Seaside town in the world. I’ve been there at least once a year since I was a kid.

Anything else you’d like to add?  Thanks for having me!



“So, are you two ready?” he asked. “I’ll get Chester to bring the limo round.”

“We can go in mine,” Darren snapped.

“Oh, don’t start this again.” I shook my head. “Decide nicely or I’ll be getting the damn Tube home.”

If the billionaires could be so abrupt with me, I’d be snappy with them.

“Fine,” Darren shrugged, “but we’re going back to my hotel.”

“Where are you staying?”

While the boys argued amongst themselves I took the date book and locked it away in my desk. I’d filled up a lot of the year and some dates had drifted into the next one. With the business I’d secured I was guaranteed to finish the fiscal year pleasantly in profit. I might even be able to afford a holiday. If I could persuade myself to stay away from Diamonds long enough.

When I walked back over to them the boys were silent.

“So, are we actually ready now?”

Greg reacted first, slipping his arm into mine and smiling.

“Yes, it seems me and Darren are staying at the same hotel.”

“Wonderful,” I smiled, intensely relieved. “Lead the way.”

Darren took hold of my other arm and we strode out together. I wasn’t expecting the barrage of flashing lights and yelled questions that greeted us. I supposed I had been a little naïve. The boys, with the aid of some huge security guards, pushed past the demands and we scooted into the back of a shiny black limousine. The mellow scent of leather filled the interior. Everything sparkled. I felt like we were in a separate car to the driver who was way, way down at the front.

“Are we going to the hotel, sir?” a polite voice asked. It sounded like it came from behind me, which was puzzling until I realised there was some kind of intercom device. Greg reached to the side of the limo and pressed a button.

“Yes, please, Chester.”

I would have liked more space to actually enjoy the ride home but I was crowded by two competing men and so spent my time flipping my gaze from one to the other, answering questions. Both were squeezed up close to me and both seemed determined to seduce me. I found that mind-spinningly crazy.

“What perfume are you wearing?” Darren ducked his head to sniff at my neck. I was very aware of his lips hovering just above my pulse point. I wished he’d kiss me there.

“Oh, I don’t know. Something fruity.” My mind went completely blank.

“You smell good enough to eat.” Darren continued and his lips did touch my skin but only for the briefest second. My whole body tightened at the gentle kiss.

“Your dress is beautiful.” It seemed Greg was not to be outdone—in fact he boldly ran his hand down my body from my shoulder, over my breast and lower. “I love the feel of velvet.”

“Thank you,” I squeaked then cleared my throat. “Thanks, I love velvet too.”

Tension zinged through me, sexual and otherwise. These two guys who I’d only just met were making me into a battlefield. They were warring to control me.

I wasn’t a woman who enjoyed being mollycoddled. I took decisions, I dived into situations and I expected all of my staff to be respectful to both men and women. I’d reprimanded several for sexism and would go as far as to sack someone if they didn’t change their ways. I should have been appalled by the situation—I wasn’t just a trophy or a business contract. I should have kicked up a fuss and left then and there.

But I didn’t. I liked being the centre of attention. I liked being the prize they both wanted.

I waited for the next move but we pulled up outside the hotel so I had to wait until we exited the car. Again, both men linked arms with me. It was cold outside but apart from the cool breeze on my cheeks I barely felt it because their hard bodies protected me from the elements.

They whisked me across the marble frontage, past the liveried doorman and into a huge reception area. It glittered with prestige and marble. Everything was perfect, neat and tidy. There was nothing overly ornate or showy but you could tell by the purposeful minimalism that this was a very classy place. The kind of place I’d only ever imagined visiting.

We moved across the hall into the bar. Again it was big, shiny but understated. The bar was long and all the staff behind it were in immaculately cut uniforms. They all looked smart and tidy and I looked on with envy. I wished I could get my own staff to look so impressive.

“What would you like to drink?” Darren asked and smirked at Greg.

“I’d love a glass of water, really,” I replied, “I’m so thirsty.”

“I’ll get them to send over some water too, but should we have some champagne? It was a very good night for us all after all.”

Both Darren and Greg had won awards and I was sure they’d both made several deals too as they played the room.

“Yes, why not?” Greg answered before me. “Champagne sounds good.”

When Darren moved away Greg turned to me.

“Look, Kerry, I really would love to spend the night with you but it is killing me to be nice to him.”

“This is you being nice?”

“Exactly.” He almost smiled. I found it surprisingly endearing. “Please can we dump the other guy?”

“No.” I was very firm, it surprised even me. “No, I said I wanted to spend time with you both, so that is what’s going to happen. If you don’t like it, you can leave.”

“God, woman. You’re infuriatingly stubborn.” He growled.

“Now that is a case of the pot calling the kettle black.” I laughed.

Greg sighed. “I’m not used to being told what to do, Kerry. I’m the one in control.”

“I’d noticed, but if you want me, you play by my rules.” It was fun playing him at his own game.

“Oh, I want you.” His growl turned to a gravelly purr. It wasn’t cute, it was the noise of a killer beast merely at rest. Any moment he could pounce and rip me apart. It turned me on. I wriggled in my seat and my damp knickers chafed against my plump lips.

“Then you’ll share nicely.” I leaned in and kissed him. He was shocked, almost as much as I was. His lips were hard and ungiving for a moment—I thought maybe I’d pushed him too far—but then they melted, opened and pushed back and I felt his pent-up arousal running into me. I released my frustrated desire with every move of my lips.

We pulled apart and I had to pant to regain my breath while he licked his lips like he was savouring the taste.

“I’ll do it for you,” he said. I was intoxicated with the power of having him under my control.

“Hey, I want one too.” Darren came back, placed a glass of water before me and pressed his lips to mine. His were plump and giving. He prodded his tongue between my lips, into my mouth, taking control of the kiss and control of me. I felt like I might explode into a million pieces. I hadn’t been kissed in months and now I’d had two smoking hot smooches in as many minutes from two very hot but very different men.

“Okay,” I gasped when he pulled away, “now you’re even.”

The guys glowered at each other. I looked around the room to calm my nerves. Not a single person looked at us. Obviously such things happened often in bars of high-class hotels. It didn’t happen often to me. At all, in fact. I wondered if I was dreaming. I pinched my thigh below the table. It hurt. I definitely wasn’t dreaming.

A tall, skinny waiter brought us a bottle of champagne stood in a silver ice bucket. Balanced on his tray were three tall flutes. He transferred everything to our table with great pomp. I was in awe of his skill.

“Thank you,” I called. He nodded his head politely and walked off.

I knew a little about wine and champagne, only because my barman told me what I needed to order. The champagne in the bucket was clearly expensive—I’d never even heard of the name—and it was suitably French, obviously. I was sure Darren had ordered the most expensive in the place just to outdo Greg. I outdid both of them by just sipping at my water.

“Shall we take the rest of the bottle to my room?”

I nearly choked when I heard what Greg had said.


“Well, you wanted us to share nicely and I don’t think that even in an establishment like this where confidentiality is taken seriously we could share you, nicely or otherwise, right here in the bar.”

It took a moment to register that Greg Stamford, billionaire high-flyer and serious hottie, was propositioning me for a threesome. I’d agreed to it earlier, but it still seemed too much like a fairy tale to be actually real.

“I agree, mate. We’d get chucked out. Want to go to my room? It’s the Ambassador Suite.” Darren announced this like I should be impressed. Maybe it was the most expensive room in the hotel? I wasn’t sure.

“My room has the best view over the city,” Greg snapped.

“Yes, that’s what they tell people who can’t get in the Ambassador Suite.”

“Boys, stop it.” My voice was quite loud. The low murmur of conversation stopped for a moment, then carried on.

“Look. You are both very rich, I get it. You both want to be top dog, I get that too, but would you stop bickering like bloody schoolboys, okay? I am very flattered, truly, and I never in a million years would have imagined being in this situation…” I left the sentence hanging and gathered my thoughts.

“Please don’t say no.” Darren’s smile dissipated. “I’m sorry.”

“Well—” I tried to continue with my tirade. I had the moral high ground. I was going to say thanks but no thanks and leave both gentleman hanging, but say that I hoped they’d both still honour their bookings. I was going to make a stand, I really was. Then… Well, I’m not quite sure what happened.

“I’m sorry too,” Greg added. “We’re just billionaires used to getting our own way. Let’s go to the Ambassador Suite, it’s a lovely room.”

Had I heard that right? Had Greg Stamford apologised and ceded to his most hated rival?

“Yes, let’s,” Darren nodded. “Please, Kerry?”

I challenge any woman alive to not cave in when hit with not one but two sets of puppy dog eyes from intensely handsome men. I couldn’t do it.

“Come on then,” I whispered, “lead the way.”


Sharing NicelyTwo hot, sexy billionaires know what they want and they want her, but will they be happy to share nicely?

Kerry Matthews is used to stress—she runs her own high-end London club called Diamonds, but what she isn’t used to is attention from two very persuasive and powerful men.

Darren Bennett and Greg Stamford are life-long rivals, but call a truce to spend one night with sassy, curvy Kerry. They’re not content to share forever though. They both have a selfish desire to possess her completely.

Darren buys her seductive lingerie, flowers and chocolates, Greg flies her to Paris for a romantic break, cleans her flat and makes her breakfast in bed. Both vying to cement their place in her heart. She needs to decide between them but is dazzled by their persuasive personas and extravagant gifts.

Reader Advisory: This book contains a scene of MFM Ménage and some violence.

Book Link: http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/sharing-nicely


Victoria BlisseBio:

Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.

Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut by the Sea Event taking place at Scarborough Library (UK) on the 22nd June 2013. A day dedicated to Erotica with a mini erotic marketplace and lots of Author Readings, Fun Giveaways and Exciting Talks.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB’s Resident “Naked Chef”) and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook http://facebook.com/victoriablisse , Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse  and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse

To find out more check out http://victoriablisse.co.uk


Thanks again for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed this interview and wish you the best of luck with your latest release. Many sales!

An Interview with Kay Jaybee

I’ve put together some fun interview questions for the site, and have asked my fellow Brit Babes to complete them. Here’s the first interviewee – the fabulous Kay Jaybee. Take it away, Kay…

Kay Jaybee1. Tell us about yourself. Both your writing self and your non-writing self. What are your interests and hobbies? Do you have a day job, etc?

Hello! Well, I’m Kay Jaybee- and I’m also Jenny Kane- and sometimes- when I have time- I’m me!!

Kay is 5ft 5, wears short skirts, boots and is rather flirty.

Jenny is 5ft 5, wears jeans and is rather shy.

I am 5ft 5- I wear short skirts sometimes- but only with tights so think they could repel lasers, but mostly I’m a jeans and trainers girl.
Once my family are off to work and school, I start my days with a trip to my local coffee shop, where I write for 2 hours. After that I head home, where I work over the Internet as an admin assistant for a distance learning company for a further 2 hours. Then, it’s back to the coffee shop again to write some more!

Once upon a time I had a hobby I loved- it was writing- then one day, without me even noticing, my hobby was my job!! I live, breathe, sleep and dream writing!!

On the very rare occasions when I’m not writing, I love to walk. I’m very lucky to live near a great number of wonderful walking places, and just adore exploring new woods and moors. I also LOVE history. Many years ago I was an archaeologist, and a medieval history tutor, and I still get overexcited about being able to clamber over castles, roman villas, and other ancient sites!!

2. Give us the background on your latest release.

My latest release, The Retreat (out in Oct 2013), is the sequel to my BDSM novel, The Perfect Submissive.

This was a book I never thought I’d write! Originally The Perfect Submissive was intended to be a standalone story. However, much to my delight, it was so popular, that Xcite asked me to extend the story of Miss Jess Sanders, not just with a sequel, but with a trilogy!
After my initial joy, I then began to panic- what would I write? I wasn’t sure what challenges I’d make Jess face! It wasn’t a case of having no ideas- but of having way too many!

It was a conversation with my friend Debs that set the plot for The Retreat going. The second Debs suggested sending Jess away to a retreat, cut off from the rest of the world; I knew exactly what I’d make Jess face- and where she’d face it. I lived in Scotland for some years, and as a lover of history, I visited as many of the beautiful castles there. The Retreat is based on a cross between the gorgeous castles, Crathes, Drum and Fraser.

When Debs added that maybe I should include a fairytale theme my mind went into over-drive…

3. How did you get started with writing? And what was your route to publication like?

I started to write erotic by accident- an idea popped into my head 9 years ago while I was sitting in a cafe in Scotland. I just had to write it down, and the only thing to hand was a paper napkin. So, my very first short story saw life as scribbles on a napkin covered in the crumbs from a Mars Bar scone!!

I was very lucky- that first story was taken by Cleis Press. If it hadn’t been, I don’t think I’d have written another one. After that early publication I discovered Oysters and Chocolate – the much missed, and totally brilliant erotica site- for whom I wrote over 20 stories, before going on to publish my first solo book, The Collector (Austin & Macauley).

At the same time as working with Oysters, I also began to write short stories for Xcite, and before I knew it, Quick Kink One was created; soon to be followed by its sister book, Quick Kink Two. Thanks to the success of those early anthologies, I was offered the chance to do a novel- which lead to my bestseller, The Perfect Submissive- since then I’ve never looked back… I keep waiting for it all to go wrong…I never take any publication for granted, and I always keep my fingers crossed!!

4. What are you currently working on?

I am currently working on the third instalment of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy. Entitled Knowing Her Place, we catch up with Miss Jess Sanders fresh from her adventures at The Retreat…I’m going to say no more, as The Retreat has only just been released, and I don’t want to spoil it for you!!!

5. Do you have a particular Muse for your writing? Do any of your characters bear startling resemblances to sexy celebrities or people you admire?

Almost all of my story ideas are triggered my quite mundane things- overheard conversations, objects being left in the wrong place which cause my mind to leap ahead- wondering why certain things are where they shouldn’t be- for example, why has someone left an umbrella in a supermarket freezer…you’d be amazed what my imagination could do with that!!

I have one muse who occasionally inspires me. He isn’t a celeb (I have very little time for them truth be told), but a real person who, although he couldn’t be more different from me, always manages to trip my mind onto the correct track for any story I need to write should the dreaded writers block strike.

6. Where do you see yourself in five years? Both writing-wise and non-writing-wise?

Well, assuming my daughters still want to go to University, I’ll be completely broke as I try to support them! I hope I’ll still be writing some erotica, but my main aim is to expand out of the genre, and have at least 3 more Jenny Kane (my contemporary romance alter ego) novels out there…and maybe a play…

And now for some silly questions…

7. Muscled or skinny? Skinny (well- a build between the two if I can be picky!!)

8. Tall or short? Short (although my husband is tall- whoops!

9. Boxers or briefs? Boxers

10. Moustache or beard? Beard (neither for preference)

11. Long hair or shaven head? Shaven hair for a man, long for a woman

12. Tattoos or piercings? Tattoos (neither for preference)

13. Intelligent or funny? Funny (can’t I have both?)

14. Blond, brunette or red head? Red head

15. Hottest celebrity (tell us why, if you like)? Tricky as I don’t really follow the celebrity thing- but someone who has really earned their fame, who also used to tickle my fancy was Ray Winstone as a young man- he was so hot in Robin of Sherwood- and he still has a twinkle in his eye!

16. Top same-sex crush (or opposite sex if you already like same-sex!) Drew Barrymore

17. Most disliked celebrity (tell us why, if you like)- anyone who is famous for being on a reality TV show, but has done nothing else with their lives, is a major turn off for me.

18. Favourite food Chinese- especially the starter platters you get in Chinese restaurants.

19. Favourite book (tell us why, if you like) – This is tricky- I like so many different genres! It would have to be The Rose Revived by Katie Fforde for a light read, The Daughters of Cain by Colin Dexter for a touch of crime, and Men at Arms by Terry Pratchett for cynical brilliance!

20. Favourite place in the world (tell us why, if you like) – I love so many places- but Dartmoor has to be up there – it’s so barren, yet so vibrant, and you can walk for miles without seeing another living soul. Not only that, but the footprints of our ancient ancestors are invisibly marked all over it- paradise for an ex-archaeologist who likes a leg stretch!

21. Anything else you’d like to add? If you ever meet me, offer me a cup of coffee- I’ll be a friend for life xx

My latest release is The Retreat- Part 2 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy.

The RetreatBlurb-

Just as Jess is beginning to relax into her new life as a submissive at The Fables Hotel, her employer Mrs Peters announces that she is loaning both Jess, and her dominatrix Miss Sarah, to one of their most demanding clients; Mr David Proctor.

Whisked away by the mysterious Kane to The Retreat, hidden in a remote part of Scotland, Jess and Miss Sarah find themselves teaching another submissive to meet Proctor’s exacting rules.

As Jess comes to terms with the techniques of The Retreat Mistress, and the strictly overpowering dominatrix Lady Tia, she discovers that Proctor’s motives may not be all they seem.

Just who or what is Fairtasia? And why does Jess feel like she’s walked into a warped fairy tale?

In order to get back to The Fables, Jess is going to have to be more than just a perfect submissive…


JESS WASN’T SURE exactly what she’d expected to happen once they’d been escorted into the castle. What she had been sure of, however, was that Miss Sarah was would be right. The moment they crossed the threshold into David Proctor’s territory, they’d be subjected to some kind of sexual action that would make their in-flight entertainment look mild.

The submissive had spent the final part of the journey mentally preparing herself for an instant stripping, beating, and group fuck by every member of the staff she was there to meet. She’d contemplated being fastened to some sort of table or chair, so that her naked frame could be examined and teased to the point when her endurance broke; and being the target for every sort of sex toy ever invented. What Jess had not expected was nothing.

When she and Miss Sarah had finally been ordered to approach the castle, they’d stuck close together, walking slowly. As they’d stepped before the main door, someone from within had let out a whistle, and a male-shaped shadow had appeared from the gloom of the night. Steering Jess by the neck, the stranger had taken her inside, while Kane emerged from the door and shoved Miss Sarah in a totally different direction.

Ushered through the large entrance hall, with barely enough time to take in more than the solid, whitewashed walls, and the profusion of bold tartan chairs and sofas, Jess had been vaguely conscious of a group of people standing to one side. They mutely observed her being swiftly manoeuvred past them.

Still held by the back of the neck, she was frogmarched along a narrow corridor by a slim young man Jess hadn’t been able to see clearly in the dark. Whoever he was, he had kept purposely behind her as they strode through the castle, and she hadn’t dared ask him anything as she saw that a spiral staircase of bare stone lay ahead of them.

Two minutes later, they’d reached an open wooden door. With no corridors to either the left or right, there was no other way to go but through, and Jess had suddenly been reminded of Rapunzel, who’d been imprisoned in a room at the top of a tower with nowhere to run.

The guide held her by the shoulders. His unspoken instruction that she should not try to look at him was made clear by the intensity of his grip. With an unexpected burst of speed, the man then took a step down, at the same time urging Jess firmly forward. No sooner had she stepped into the room than the door was snapped shut behind her, and Jess had found herself alone in a circular space which had curtains drawn all the way around it.

Five minutes later, she was still taking slow, deep breaths as she tried to soothe herself. Whatever was happening would be for a reason, and if she knew David Proctor like she thought she did, Jess was sure that somewhere in the room there was probably a camera observing her every move, gauging how she was reacting to this enforced situation.

Standing still, she cast her eyes around the room. If life at Fables had taught her anything, it was that the more detail she took in about her surroundings, and the more attention she paid to every word spoken to her, the more she’d learn, and the better her chances of survival and erotic contentment would be.

‘So, I’m inside the turret, then.’ In the centre of the room, a spindle-backed wooden chair sat next to a matching table. ‘All that’s missing here is a spinning wheel. Forget Rapunzel, this is Sleeping Beauty!’ Jess muttered to herself as she walked around the rug-covered stone floor, skirting the very edges of the room as if she was a tiger patrolling the surrounds of its cage. She ran her hands across the floor to ceiling dark purple velvet curtains. Unsure if she wanted to see or not, she drew them back.

The majority of the room’s walls were constructed of large blocks of bare granite, but as Jess threw open the third curtain, she stepped back in surprise. A wooden door, about four feet high, and two foot across, had been built into the curve of the stone. ‘OK, so maybe this isn’t Sleeping Beauty after all. Maybe it’s Snow White.’

With her heart thumping, Jess placed her hand on the brass doorknob, and bent to see what was through the doorway. ‘Oh thank God!’
It was a washroom. A modern shower cubicle, sink, and toilet were plumbed into the exquisitely tiled carpeted semicircle. Making use of the facilities, Jess wondered if this was to be her room; where she was to spend all her time when she wasn’t doing whatever it was that Proctor expected her to do.

Returning to the larger room, Jess continued to throw back the curtains, wondering if any other cubbyholes were secretly attached to this turret. No more doors appeared but, drawing back the last pair of drapes, Jess jumped as she came face to face with her own bedraggled reflection.

A huge, round mirror stared at her. ‘So maybe this is Snow White! Complete with the scary mirror on the wall and the dwarf-sized door. Which means, I only have the Wicked Queen left to meet.’

As soon as she’d spoken the words she slammed her hand to her mouth, wishing she hadn’t said them out loud. Until that point she’d considered herself to be doing well. She’d shown whoever was watching her via the camera she was convinced was installed in the turret somewhere that she was capable of acting calmly, and was brave enough to explore, not merely sitting and cowering on the chair awaiting her fate. Now she’d blown it. I might as well have laid on the bed and wanked without permission, Jess thought crossly. Instantly, she wished she hadn’t had that thought either, for some solo comfort from her fingers over her ever-damp clit would been have more than welcome…

You can buy The Retreat from-

Amazon UK



Kay Jaybee wrote the novels The RetreatPart 2 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2013), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), The Perfect Submissive (Xcite 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 70 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.

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, Facebook http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybee and the Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/

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

Thanks again for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed this interview and wish you the best of luck with your latest release. Many sales!

Thank you!!
Kay xxx