Friday, 28 December 2012

Release day!!!!! Wine and Nine. #releaseday #erotica #shortstories #kindle

It is amazing what can happen as a result of an online chat. You see a while ago as a critique group -The Nuthouse Scribblers, we  were organizing a weekend visit to Scotland where one of our members lives. So while we were chatting online we joked about how the wine will flow and how the nine of us meeting should pen something. There in that chat a seed was planted. So around the kitchen table the idea was pimped again and all agreed to write a short 2k story to fit the theme. And here it is!!!

Don't you just love the cover!

Well here is our first venture in Self Publishing! I am soooooooooo excited!

How about a taste?

Magic Mac and his Mystical tours, the brochure said. What it didn't tell the participants of this coach trip is that the quaint Scottish Inn they stopped at held a secret.
When you add women, wine, and men the outcome is never certain. Will it be happy ever after or is this just the beginning?
Find out in these nine scorching erotic short stories, guaranteed to raise a kilt or two.

So go on treat yourself to some hot stories!

It is available from:

Sunday, 23 December 2012

A different kind of gift.

A friend suggested a gift exchange in the form of a 250 word flash.

So Merry Christmas Matt.


Has she done as I commanded? Matt strode along the hotel corridor. The beige anonymous surroundings suited his purpose tonight. What started out as an anonymous liaison had turned into something else, something more personal. The teasing, flirting and occasional glimpses of enticing, smooth skin had been fun at first. She had called the shots but now it was his turn. He had played the waiting game, the 'friend', the sympathetic ear but now he wanted more, in fact he wanted all of her.

217. The door he was looking for. Matt pulled the key card out of his jean pocket, pushed the plastic card into the slot and waited. Instantly, a flash of green told him he had access to the room. The metal door handle was cold as he pushed the door open.

Dim lights greeted him. First command obeyed. He closed the door behind him and stepped slowly along the small passageway into the main area where a freshly made bed dominated the room. There on the floor, right next to the bed with her back to the entrance she sat. Long blonde hair fell along the length of her back but two round ass cheeks were visible. Yes, she was naked. Command two and three obeyed. Good girl.

He stood right behind her, his cock hard from the moment he saw her on her knees. It would have to wait. He placed his bag on the bed and began to unpack his toys!

Saturday, 15 December 2012

Book spotlight...London Saint James

When London Saint James asked if anyone was willing to help promote her new book I put my hand up. It is always a good thing to support fellow writer because you also will need their support sometime.
However, that said, when I opened the book material I was fascinated and I am sure you will be.

Here is a little more about the book. Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One is part of Evernight Publishing's Romance on the Go!

Here is the blurb.
Tristan Blackthorn has toiled to find his lost love. He finally decides to use Blackthorn Printing, along with his newly created Dark Tales Diaries, as a way to find her. Will her story be one of the three tales in Volume One?

Mistress Guinevere’s calling card is her Red Stilettos. She specializes in a particular fetish and always maintains her control, until a man from her past returns to test her will.

A recently divorced woman experiences the effects of empty nest syndrome after her twins head off to college. With the clock ticking away, she decides it’s far past time to seek out something that has always eluded her. Will she find what she’s looking for with The Leather’s Edge? 

And a bored computer programmer learns what it’s like to feel sexual freedom after being bound by a Master in Safe Word.

Hmm a sexy cover right?

Well here is an excerpt and it's rather hot! Be Warned: bondage, anal sex, sex toys, fetish


    “It’s been a long time,” he said in a voice that still sent shivers up my spine. “I was in town, and decided, why not?”
     I crossed my arms and eyed him suspiciously. “Humm…”
     “That’s it? All you have to say is, ‘Humm?’”
     “Humm is better than what I was really thinking, Marcus.”
     His mouth twitched at the corners, and I hated the fact I noticed how damn sexy his lips were.
     “Guinn,” he said.
    “Guinevere,” I corrected. I set my expression to that of unyielding stone and ignored those sparkling straight white teeth as he smiled. His wicked ways no longer affected me. I’d broken his spell two years ago, and I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. I was Mistress Guinevere. I was in control, he wasn’t, and I would never relinquish the balance of power out of my favor again.
    He tilted his head in that roguish way and eyed me. Heat radiated from my core. “So, am I to stand here in the hall or are you going to let me come in, Guinevere?”
     “I hate you, Marcus, so why should I let you in?”
     “Hate is a strong word for someone who claimed no feelings for me whatsoever as she stormed out of my apartment a couple of years ago.”
     “What do you want? I don’t have times for your games,” I said rather tersely.
     “Let me in. Then I’ll tell you.”
     “You’re going to have to do better than that, Marcus. What’s wrong? Have you lost your touch? If you think that will entice me, you are so wrong.”
     Marcus Warner, Master Dom, pulled out a gorgeous pair of thigh-high, red leather, spike-heeled boots from behind his back, holding them out in front of him so I could see every lovely inch of the unmistakable Italian craftsmanship on the handmade beauties.
     “You won’t let me in even if I’m baring gifts?”
     I eyed the boots before returning my gaze to him.
    “What’s the old saying?” I asked. His perfectly shaped eyebrow lifted. “Isn’t it, beware of those baring gifts?”
     He dangled the boots. Swinging them from side to side. Tempting me.
    I’ll give Marcus his dues. Since the first day I met him, he had my number, and during the year I spent with him, I gave him too much of myself, falling back into what I believed to be the weakness I worked so hard with Mistress Payne to rid myself of.
    Marcus sniffed the leather of the boots in his hand, giving me that smile again. He knew me well, maybe too well, and he knew those boots would be like kryptonite, cracking my will.
    “All right. You can come in, but only for a while.”
     “That’s my little, Guinn,” he said.
     “I’m not your little anything, and don’t call me Guinn!” I stepped aside so he could enter, shutting the door behind him.
    He strolled into my apartment as though he belonged, sat the boots down on my glass coffee table, and took a seat, rather casually, on my leather couch. He patted the space next to him.
     “Well, come on. I’m not going to bite, unless you want me to,” he said, releasing his sexy sideway smirk.
     I took a seat in the chair across from the couch. This was my house, and I’d sit where I wanted to.
    He chuckled, shook his head, leaned back, and kicked his feet out, positioning them under my coffee table.
     “Marcus, are you going to tell me why you’re here?”
     “To see you.”
     “I’m not buying that.”
     He shrugged.
     “Aren’t you going to try on the boots?”
     “No,” I said.
     “You know you want to,” he baited.
     “Listen. I’m not sure what you are up to, and frankly I really don’t care—”
     “I’m up to the business of you,” he said.
     “What do you mean?”
     “Maybe I let you go too soon. Maybe I regret it. Maybe I’ve decided it’s been long enough, and I want you back.”
     I snorted. “I left you, remember? You didn’t let me do anything.”
     There was that grin of his. The one that makes any woman consider her panties, his mouth, his tongue… Stop it, Guinevere. Don’t forget this is Marcus, the man you loath.
     “Really?” His onyx-colored eyes met me, and held me there with him. Stare for stare, we were locked in a secret power play for dominance.
     “We never worked well together,” I said. “You’re a dom, and I’m a dom, and neither is willing to give.”
     “Baby, you’re a switch. You like to dominate, but you also like to be dominated.”
     “No. I’m not,” I protested.
     “You always liked it when I took the control,” he said, assuredly. “With one word, you were wet for me.”
     “I like being in control. And I have no intention or interest in being submissive. Not for you, not for anybody.”
     “How long are you going to keep telling yourself that lie?”
     I stood up, pissed off and ready to rage. “Marcus, I don’t have to explain anything, justify my life and my choices, or put up with your shit. I think your time is up. I’d like to say it was good seeing you again, but that would be a lie.”
    “You’ve always lied to yourself when it comes to me and how I make you feel.”
     “You don’t make me feel anything, Marcus. Get over yourself.”
     I marched to the front door. Marcus followed behind me. I reached for the knob, and was stopped by his large hand as it covered mine. He placed his mouth to my ear. His warm breath tickled across my cheek.
    “Guinevere,” he said in a low, deep growl. Immediately, my sex trembled. And fuckadie, fuck, fuck, he was right. One word. And that one word was my name falling from his lips. 

WOW! I love the sound of this book so off I go to hunt it down!

Why not join me? Here are the places you can find it.

Dark Tales Diaries: Volume 1 Buy Links

You can find out more about London here:

Monday, 10 December 2012

Evernight's Holiday Blog Hop!

Welcome to the Evernight Holiday Blog Hop!
We love the holidays, we love making our readers happy and we love giving away swag. What better way to do that than to hold a blog hop?

Here's how it works... the more blogs you hop to (shown below) the more chance you have of winning prizes. Each site on the hop is offering a prize and Evernight is offering an iPad 2 as the grand prize! To be in with a chance of winning the site prize simply follow the blog you're visiting and leave a comment which includes your email address. Each entry on each blog is then counted towards the grand prize draw. The more entries you have, the better your chance of winning that iPad 2! You also get extra points for liking the Evernight Facebook page!/evernightpublishing. Just make sure you let us know in the comments that you've done so.
Happy hopping!

My first release Gypsy Butterfly was part of an anthology called ECLIPSE OF THE BLOOD MOON, with 4 other fabulous authors.
Here is the blurb:

When the blood moon coincides with Halloween, the forces of darkness unite to wreak their evil spells. Will this All Hallows Eve bring joy or sorrow? Curses abound and destiny calls, as a vampire watches over his human. Devils atone to the moon, and shifters hunt their mate on land protected by a powerful white witch. An angel takes human shape to protect the gypsy girl he loves, and a black widow hunts her prey in human form.
In these five chilling and sexy tales, is love enough to break the cycle? Or is all lost under the orange glow of the menacing sphere in the sky?
So if you would like to win a copy of this anthology, all you have to do is follow this blog please and leave a comment with your email address.
Easy as pie!

So happy hopping!
Here are the other blogs to hop along to!