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Mid Week Tease: The last thing she remembered was shucking off her backpack… #reverseharem #whychoose #ku #kindleunlimited

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! I’m already switching things up because I’ve another new release, hot on the heels of my last one. Duty Bound is a reverse harem collection featuring stories from myself, Felicity Brandon, Katie Douglas and Lily Harlem. You can buy it or read it as part of your Kindle Unlimited subscription. I’ll be sharing a few snippets from my story, Chasing the Chambermaid.

Duty BoundPrologue

Only the slop, slop, slopping sound of her painfully slow footsteps through the thick, sucking mud convinced Connie White she was actually making any progress. Her limbs and extremities had long since gone so numb that she couldn’t be sure otherwise.

Come on, Con, just a little bit further. That sign said something about an estate, and an estate means buildings. A bloody cowshed will do—anything for some respite from this infernal sodding weather.

She pushed on for several more minutes, then gasped with shock and relief when her next step met not with sloppy mud or waterlogged grass, but a track. A rough track, but a track nonetheless. And it had to lead somewhere, surely? It ran left to right across the line she’d been taking, so Connie had to make a decision. Which way would lead her to… something? She was already soaked to the skin and freezing cold, so a couple of seconds of rumination wouldn’t make the slightest bit of difference to her physical state. She really didn’t want to end up going in the wrong direction and heading further away from any semblance of civilisation.

She took a breath and remembered her gran’s—long since dead, bless her—nonsensical motto—or one of them, anyway: If in doubt, turn left.

Connie shrugged, and another of her gran’s daft phrases flitted into her brain. In for a penny, in for a pound.

She hoiked her backpack higher, hunched her shoulders against the relentless wind and rain, and turned left. Moments later, she was rewarded as the hulking shape of a building appeared from the sheets of wind-buffeted rain. Excitement gave her a burst of energy, spurring her on. Fifty feet. Forty. Twenty-five. God, what was this place? It looked so old and decrepit the Vikings could have left it behind. Doesn’t matter. If it provides even a modicum of shelter, it’s an improvement on where you slept last night. The wooden bench on the tiny village’s green hadn’t exactly been the warmest or most comfortable place to lay her head. And she shuddered to think about what would have happened if someone unsavoury had happened across her, alone and vulnerable. She’d been very glad to wake up and hurriedly continue on her journey that morning.

The last few feet went by in a blur of motion, her body still numb and not entirely under her control. At least the track was easier to walk on. It wasn’t particularly smooth, but at least it wasn’t trying to pull off her walking boots, like the sucking mud had been.

Finally, she burst through the building’s heavy door, only the adrenaline pumping in her veins making it possible to even shift the thing. Fuck, I’m exhausted.

The last thing she remembered was shucking off her backpack and slamming the door against the elements. Then silence.

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Mid Week Tease: Though it definitely wasn’t a thumb, sore or otherwise. #lesfic #lesbian #erotica

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease and Happy New Year! I’m delighted to be sharing a tease from my first release of the year, Sapphic Seduction, a lesbian erotica anthology, out now.

Sapphic SeductionShrugging, Verity carried on walking. She was here now—she wasn’t going to leave just in case it rained. Even if it did, so what? A little rain never killed anyone. It could actually be kind of refreshing.

Putting one foot in front of the other, she followed her nose through the landscape, admiring everything she saw, and exchanging polite nods and smiles with the handful of people she met. And it was only a handful. Perhaps others had checked the weather forecast before coming out and had been deterred. More fool them.

On the other hand, though, she thanked them. It meant she had the place pretty much to herself. Smiling, she allowed her imagination to run away with itself, painting a picture of a scenario where Verity owned the stately home currently hidden from view, and was wandering in her own private gardens. Every tree, every bush, every flower, every blade of grass was on her land, and she loved it. Having such an amazing place to call her own… well, she knew how lucky she was.

She was snapped out of her grand and wonderful fantasy by something that didn’t look quite right. Blinking, she focussed on whatever it was over to her left-hand side that seemed to stand out like a sore thumb. She frowned and stepped closer, still not entirely sure what she was seeing. Though it definitely wasn’t a thumb, sore or otherwise.

When her brain caught up, rearranging the shiny red rubber with blue polka dots from this mysterious thing to the pair of wellington boots it actually was, Verity gasped. Shit—someone had fallen over and landed in the undergrowth! All she could see now was the footwear, and a portion of the dark-green trousers tucked into them.

Hurrying over, she fumbled in her pocket for her mobile, thinking to ring an ambulance, or a doctor at the very least. However, the restrictive material of her jeans would not give up the device as she moved. Swearing to herself, Verity decided to check on the person first—likely a woman, in such funky wellies, and they were too big for a child—and see if she could make her more comfortable before she tried again for the phone.

Her heart pounded as she left the path and stepped onto the grass, then over to the dirt border. She was probably damaging something, but figured helping an injured person was way more important than preserving grass and rare plants.

A slight movement of the red and blue boots reassured and panicked Verity in equal measure. Although reassured that the person was able to move, she panicked that doing so could be injuring them further. “H-hello?” she called out. “It’s okay, please don’t move. I’ve come to help you. Just relax, I’m here to help.”

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Mid Week Tease: She’d come here for some peace and solitude… #lesfic #lesbian #erotica

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease and Happy New Year! I’m delighted to be sharing a tease from what will be my first release of the year, Sapphic Seduction, a lesbian erotica anthology, releasing tomorrow.

Sapphic SeductionVerity’s phone buzzed in her pocket, reminding her of an angry—and insistent—bee. Sighing, she pulled the device out and looked at the screen. Rolling her eyes, she rejected the call, then pressed the off button. Fuck her family and their petty dramas—she did enough for them, and they never appreciated it. Let them deal with their own shit for a change. She’d come here for some peace and solitude, and that was what she was damn well going to get.

After showing her membership card to the kindly old lady at the kiosk, Verity passed through the gate and into the gardens of Biddulph Grange. The beautiful stately home, sadly, was private, but the stunning landscaped gardens were open to the public. The place was already off the beaten track—nestled as it was, deep in the Staffordshire countryside—but once Verity stepped inside the huge gardens, she felt a million miles from anywhere.

Closing her eyes momentarily, she pulled in a deep breath through her nostrils, and released it from her mouth. Already she felt better, the stress and irritation seeping out of her and disappearing into the gravelled path beneath her feet. This place was her refuge, her sanctuary. She never told anyone where she went when she disappeared off for a few hours every couple of weeks—more often if her family was being more difficult than usual—and that was the beauty of it. No one knew where she was, no one could bother her. All she had was herself and the cacophony of nature within the garden walls, and that was precisely how she wanted it.

Letting out a contented sigh this time, she shut out all the unpleasant thoughts, emptying her mind, and concentrated only on what was around her. What she could see, what she could hear, what she could smell.

Her favourite thing about the gardens—aside from their being her escape—was the fact they seemed to look different every time she visited. Nature took its course: trees and bushes grew, plants flowered, leaves turned and dropped. New plants were introduced, old or diseased ones were removed.

The wildlife was wonderful, too. A huge variety of birds fluttered, swooped and hopped around, tweeting, twittering and singing. Butterflies and squirrels also made frequent appearances. They never failed to make Verity smile, and today was no exception. A further weight was lifted from her as her lips curved into a grin, and she breathed in deeply through her nostrils. The air smelled fresh, yet something lingered, hinting at something to come.

Verity tilted her head back and looked up at the sky. Hmm, that could be it. There was a thick covering of cloud, not particularly ominous-looking, but then that was British weather for you. It could, and did, change in the blink of an eye.

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Mid Week Tease: She frowned. A caller looking for her? #erorom #romance #steamy

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! This week I’m sharing another snippet from The Other Brother, a M/F steamy erotic romance novella which is a perfect quick read in between holiday tasks. It follows on directly from last week’s. I hope you enjoy it!

The Other BrotherShe pressed the button. “Hello?”

“Hi,” a male voice said. “Are you Melodie? Melodie Carr?”

“I am.” She frowned. A caller looking for her? Had she ordered something and forgotten about it? “Who’s calling?”

“It’s Patrick,” came the reply. “Patrick Brogan.”

“Patrick…” Gaping, she laid a hand on the wall to steady herself as the bottom dropped out of her world. Evidently, running to New York City—albeit under the pretence of a good career move—hadn’t been enough. Her past still followed her, trying to flood her with reminders of what she’d lost.

“Melodie?”

Christ, the man’s persistent. She never should have admitted her identity before asking his. She could have told him he’d got the wrong address and sent him away.

Not that it would have worked. There was only one place he could have got her details—her parents. Plus, she was one of the few residents who had a name next to her button on the panel outside.

“Are you there?”

Damn her parents. Damn her late fiancé’s brother. Why couldn’t they just leave her alone?

A moment ago she’d been craving a familiar face, and now there was one outside, waiting to get in. She should let him come up—it wasn’t his fault his brother had died, after all. He’d been as devastated as her.

She buzzed him in. “Come on up.”

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Mid Week Tease: …there’s no such thing as too much eye candy. #erorom #romance #steamy

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! This week I’m switching to another book – The Other Brother, a M/F steamy erotic romance novella which is a perfect quick read in between holiday tasks. I hope you enjoy it!

The Other BrotherMelodie Carr clicked delete on the email with a disappointed sigh. She couldn’t contribute to the charity calendar, despite the cause being very close to her heart, as she didn’t know anyone suitable to photograph. Although her photography work varied; from children to pets, landscapes to portraits, the call for calendar models sought hunky guys who would make women swoon. Unfortunately, she didn’t work with professional models and therefore had to give up on the idea. A cute dog, something she had plenty of images of, simply wouldn’t cut it.

A thought occurred to her. She may not be able to contribute, but she could find out when the calendar would be available and do her bit to help by buying a few copies. Some eye candy on her wall would definitely not go amiss, and her friends Poppy, Lola, and Charis, and her grandmother, Joyce, would no doubt appreciate it. She grinned. Joyce, always good fun, said, there’s no such thing as too much eye candy. The saucy old broad.

Her smile faded. She missed her, having not been back to Boston to see her friends and family for a while. She should ask Joyce to come and visit her in New York—she hadn’t traveled much, and would love the hustle and bustle, the endless opportunities to people watch. Maybe Melodie and the rest of the family could club together and buy her a ticket for her birthday. It sure would be nice to see a familiar face. Skype was great, but it wasn’t the same as being with someone in person.

The buzzer to her apartment went off. Melodie groaned. With so many numbers on the panel outside that didn’t have names on them due to a high rotation of occupants, visitors often rang her place to see who lived where. She’d lost count of the number of times she had to direct visitors and delivery men to the right part of the building.

She took her time getting to the intercom, hoping whoever it was would go away. No such luck—the buzzer squawked again. She inhaled deeply, trying to rein in her annoyance and avoid being rude or abrupt.

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Mid Week Tease: Why on earth did the man have such an effect on her? #bdsm #bbw #rubenesque #mfm #menage

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! This week I’m sharing another snippet from my first-ever novel, Stately Pleasures. We’re on to chapter two now, and I’ll be switching to something else soon, so enjoy it while you can 😉

Stately PleasuresShe laughed, and Alice nodded because it was what was expected. But really, she didn’t know, and she now knew more about pregnancy and motherhood than she cared to. Ugh. She was a career girl through and through, and babies weren’t on her agenda for the foreseeable future, maybe never. If a maternal streak suddenly appeared, perhaps she’d reconsider. But at thirty, she doubted it would now. Not to mention the fact that she was missing a vital ingredient required for baby-making in the first place—a man.

As if by magic, a man appeared. Jeremy stepped from the gloomy hallway to their left and smiled at them. “Hello, ladies. Glad to see you here, Alice. I’m looking forward to working with you. I’m sure you’re going to be a valuable asset, more than capable of running the place when Erin here embraces motherhood.”

“Th-thank you, Mr Davenport. I can’t wait to get stuck in. I’m going to be like a sponge for the next couple of weeks, soaking up all the information Erin gives me.”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Alice’s face grew hot. What a stupid thing to say; she sounded like a child! It was just as well she’d signed the contract they’d biked over to her the previous week—at least they couldn’t sack her for saying something daft. Why on earth did the man have such an effect on her? His proximity meant she could smell his no doubt very expensive aftershave, and fuck, was it intoxicating. It certainly didn’t help her state of mind.

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Mid Week Tease: She was stunned, almost into numbness. #bdsm #bbw #rubenesque #mfm #menage

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! This week I’m sharing another snippet from my first-ever novel, Stately Pleasures. We’re on to chapter two now, and I’ll be switching to something else soon, so enjoy it while you can 😉

Stately PleasuresThe second time Alice arrived at Davenport Manor, she wasn’t nervous. She was stunned, almost into numbness. After the absolute shocker of an interview where she’d come across as a bumbling buffoon, she’d been convinced she was out of the running for the role. After all, who would employ someone to do such a pressurised, important job if they couldn’t handle a simple interview?

And yet, they’d taken her on. She was so surprised she’d actually thought she was asleep and dreaming the whole thing when she received the phone call. But after a pinch hard enough to make her yelp and leave a bruise, she came to her senses. And rejoiced. She’d done it. Alice was temporary property manager of Davenport Manor. She’d be working alongside Erin for a couple of weeks, but then the place was hers. Sort of. As far as she was concerned, baby Clarke couldn’t arrive soon enough.

Alice walked through the front entrance, beaming as she realised it would be the last time she did that. After today, she’d arrive earlier—today she’d been required to turn up at ten, as the doors opened to the public, giving Erin time to brief the staff beforehand—and use the side door that all the other staff members and volunteers did.

Thankfully, Erin was waiting inside the entrance hall for her. She’d doubted she’d be able to find Davenport’s office again, but she didn’t want to come across as stupid by having to ask, so Erin’s presence was a lifesaver.

The older woman smiled as she caught sight of her, and waddled forward with her hand stuck out. “Hi, Alice.” They shook hands, then parted.

“Morning, Erin. How you doing?” She nodded at the other woman’s belly.

“Oh, you know,” Erin replied, spreading her hands across the stretched expanse of skin and stroking it through her loose dress, “Okay. Not brilliant. Ready to have him or her out, so I can feel like myself again. But then I guess that won’t happen for a while either, because I’ll be suffering sleepless nights, sore and leaky nipples… you know the drill.”

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