Filthy Friday: Tanith Davenport

Check out Tanith Davenport’s fab post in this series to help promote the erotic anthology, Smut by the Sea.

Say a big hello to Tanith!

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When I write, sometimes I have a title in mind, other times it comes later. With I Like It Wet, the title came first. There was a certain cadence to it, as well as a certain spice. I pencilled it in as a potential title for a shower sex story and put it to one side.

And then I met Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse at Eroticon. They handed me a card for Smut By The Sea and that was that – shower sex became beach sex. And since I had recently been to Scarborough and been utterly soaked during a walk down the seafront, I immediately had the idea for the ultimate water kink – being drenched by waves.

Talia was a great character to write. I read far too many heroines, even today, who have no purpose in life beyond finding a man and no sexuality until he awakens it. Talia, however, is a junior fashion designer who has plans for her future career and takes control of her own pleasure – something which drives my hero, Jay, absolutely wild. A fellow designer and a passionate man, Jay is used to being underestimated and misconstrued by those around him, so the discovery that Talia also has hidden depths is enough to ignite sparks between them.

And Scarborough is a great place to fall in love. I go there a lot and I love the place.

So next time I go, I may slip down to the beach and think about Talia and Jay frolicking in the waves. In the meantime, I hope everyone else enjoys reading all about it – and maybe discovering they also like it wet.

Smut by the SeaLight hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Buy your copy here!

Filthy Friday: M. A. Stacie

This is the first blog post in a series I’m hosting to give readers an insight into the stories in erotic anthology, Smut by the Sea.

Say a big hello to M. A. Stacie!

Saucy Seaside Stories

Huge thanks to Lucy for inviting me onto her blog. It’s a pleasure to be asked, and to be included in the Smut by the Sea anthology.

My short, Ice Cream Kisses, is one of the many stories within in the wonderful anthology, and I stumbled upon the submission call after Lucy sent out a tweet. I adore the great British seaside and spent many summers making sand castles and riding on the funfair. There’s nowhere quite like it so I knew I had to write something for it.

The seaside always reminds me of ice cream, fish and chips and those really greasy, sugary donuts you buy on the pier. Yum! However, the idea of writing a sexy scene within a chip shop or donut stall didn’t quite do it for me. That’s how my lush ice cream man started out. I’m sure my dad would be horrified that I’d turned my childhood memories into smutty fantasies.

With many of my short stories, I like to add a back story, but one that doesn’t give all the answers. Skye will therefore always be a little bit of an anomaly. Ice Cream Kisses is just one small moment in her life. Her past, and future for that matter, are left to the reader’s imagination.

Deciding exactly what my couple would get up to was the hardest (no pun intended) part of all. I find the excitement and nerves when a couple could get caught always intriguing to read though writing it was a challenge. I’d chosen a very busy seaside—Brighton Beach, and at a very busy time—an open air concert, so keeping the anxiety level while still conveying what the couple were up to was taxing. There was certainly a lot of ‘Fat Boy Slim’ music played while writing it…just to get the atmosphere, as he’s held a few open air concerts on Brighton Beach.

There may also have been a little product testing with the ice cream. It would have been wrong not to research the story, right? People say write what you know. Well, now I know an awful lot about ice cream, but maybe not so much about saucy interludes with the ice cream seller in the back of his shop.

Thanks again to Lucy!

 

M.A. Stacie

Xx

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Smut by the SeaLight hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Buy your copy here!

Guest Blog: C. Margery Kempe

The Magic of the Serpentine

The magic of Kensington Gardens—home of Peter Pan—may be well known, but its adjacent neighbour, The Serpentine, may be less so. It got a big boost during the Olympics because the Triathalon began there.

Go Brownlees!

The Swan PrinceI set the opening of The Swan Prince there even though the initial spark of the idea came to me in Galway. Living in the west coast town you just can’t miss the swans everywhere you go. They rule the city! And don’t they know it, too. They pose for pictures or else sail regally up the Corrib.

The Serpentine is a more tame sort of place than Ireland’s wild coast, but it seems the perfect place for a swan prince in exile. After all it was created by the wish of Queen Caroline back in the 18th century. Although artificial, royal gardener Charles Bridgeman created it to appear natural.

In the 19th century the lake got a new notoriety when the poet Percy Bysshe Shelley’s pregnant first wife drowned herself in its waters. He married Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin just a couple weeks later. That tragedy was just one of several that coloured the mind who created the immortal Frankenstein.

The Serpentine is the border between the magic of Kensington Park and the more brisk busyness of Hyde Park, with its Speaker’s Corner and horse paths. As you cross over the Serpentine Bridge, it offers a moment of contemplation. The boaters dot its surface offering Londoners and tourists alike a little oasis of gentle fun in the midst of the bustling city.

And if you haven’t enjoyed the café at the water’s edge, you just haven’t had one of the nicest treats in London.

Here’s a little snippet of the novelette, where Lena and Charles head to the café after he dramatically rescues her brother Freddy from the waters:

Lena smiled and turned to the young man trying to dry his clothes with the rough blanket. “Can I buy you a tea and cake? And maybe you’ll tell me your name?”

When he laughed, Lena admired the easy smile he gave her, the deep blue eyes and the fine, strong features of his face. The startling white stripe in his hair didn’t appear to be any indication of age, for his face looked as young as her own.

“Charles Downing.” He shook her hand. Even chilled by the waters of the Serpentine, the warmth of his grasp and the feeling of his skin against hers, sent familiar feelings shooting through her. His gaze held hers. Then they both flushed and looked away from each other. What is this? Lena thought.

And with a grave seriousness, he turned his gaze to her brother and said, “Pleased to meet you, Freddy.”

“Let’s have cakes!” Freddy exclaimed, nearly tripping over his blanket and immediately dragging his new friend toward the café. Charles grinned back at Lena and allowed himself to be jerked along.

“Freddy, don’t pull on Charles like that. He doesn’t even know you.”

“It’s all right, really.” He laughed again.

Charles’s voice had a wonderful warm tone that caused little vibrations along Lena’s skin, waking her senses. Oh my. She laughed, too. She found it rare to be so instantly at ease with someone, and so fascinated. It had been so long since she had felt that frisson of instant fascination—and attraction.

Freddy jumped up and down at the counter, demanding hot chocolate and cake. Charles wanted to demur from anything, but Lena insisted he at least have a coffee. “If only to drive away the chill,” she said with mock seriousness.

They sipped their hot drinks and chatted between outbursts from Freddy, who saw the need to name everything he could in the café. In no time at all, Lena confessed her despair about her joblessness and Charles offered a sympathetic ear.

“You moan that your life is so dull and then when something catastrophic occurs, you realise just how good things had been.” He sighed and looked away.

“Ah, you too?” Lena watched the faraway look in Charles’ eyes. A shadow crossed his face, as if a storm had blown in from the coast. “I’m glad I have my folks to rely on, but it’s a bit miserable feeling, as if I have no say-so in my own life.”

Charles gave her a rueful smile. “I no longer have family to protect me. I suppose I should be happy enough on my own, but I envy your safety net.”

Lena put a hand over his. “How awful to be on your own!”

Charles shrugged, but he didn’t remove his hand from under hers. “We do what we can with the fate we’ve been handed.”

“Why don’t you come to tea?” Lena asked, surprising even herself with the sudden inspiration. “We can always add one more place.” Don’t push, Lena, maybe he has a girl friend. Or boyfriend. Or somewhere to be.

Charles smiled, but with regret. “I can’t do that. But tomorrow . . . would you like to meet up for lunch?”

Lena balanced her initial regret against this new possibility. “Sure. Where shall we meet?”

“Peter Pan?”

Lena grinned. If there were anything that could make this handsome man even more appealing to her it would be a fondness for Pan and his statue, her favourite spot in Kensington Park.

“What time?”

C. Margery Kempe is a writer of erotic romance distinguished by its humour, intelligence and fearless sensual pleasures. Her stories range from contemporary thrillers to medieval era fairy tales. An English professor by day, she also writes on medieval literature, film, creative writing and New Media, as well as humor, drama, mainstream and genre fiction under her real name and non-explicit romance as Kit Marlowe.

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Guest Blog: JoAnne Kenrick

Bittersweet Symphony released Friday, officially. It’s book three in the Tales from the Coffin series. For those unfamiliar with the series, here’s a quick low down:

Estella is a vampire. Stood up at the altar by Dracula over a hundred years ago, has ever since lived in a dank basement of an old Cemetery house in York, England where she likes to play with her food by telling erotic ghostly tales. It gets the blood pumping in her victims, making them nice and juicy…if you know what I mean?

Lucy Rot is a zombie, and Estella’s lover and servant. It’s her job to lure in the food for the night because Estella is a bit of a hermit – Yes, she still wears her old wedding dress from time to time, in true Haversham style.

The ladies are often visited by Bone Cruncher, who is mysterious as he is sexy and dangerous.

Each book in this series shares more of Estella and Lucy’s story via their introduction of the stories with twisted endings. Read the series in order to follow Estella, Lucy, and The Cruncher’s love story.  Or, if you’re in the mood for a quick, twisted paranormal fix that’s smexy hawt…then pick one and dive in. But be warned, Estella and Lucy may be beautiful creatures of the night, but they do bite so keep those hands in!

BITTERSWEET SYMPHONY is a friends-to-lovers story set in a country manor in the Welsh border town of Ross-on-Wye. But of course, you know things ain’t gonna be peachy when it’s Estella doing the storytelling.

NEW RELEASE BITTERSWEET SYMPHONY, Tales from the Coffin book 3

Bittersweet SymphonyBLURB

The Bone Cruncher hasn’t visited in a while, and Estella thinks it’s something she did. Misery loves company, but she loves food more. Putting on a smile, she musters up an erotic story. But can she make it to the end of the tale without comfort eating?

To onlookers, Seren lived the high life in London with her orchestra conductor of a husband. She had a major case of unrequited love for her best friend, though, so their relationship was doomed from the beginning. Divorce papers served, it’s time for her to go back to her home town on the England-Wales border and face the music.

Owen, now a postman of their little market town, is thrilled to see Seren when he shows up at her doorstep with mail. It’s not long before they’re releasing their pent up lust and love for each other. Within that mail, though, are letters addressed to Seren’s parents. They’re from her ex and hold a truth Seren is too fearful to face. Even with Owen by her side.

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EXCERPT Lucy and Estella

“Lucy, be a dear and catch food for me?” Estella called from her gothed-out coffin, using a commanding tone. She stroked the plush velvet lining that cradled her dead body, sat, and fluttered her long lashes at her faithful little zombie then stretched her arms. Sleeping in a box might protect her from sunlight, but darn, it gave her cramps.

“Already taken care of, so please present yourself to the dinner guest.” Lucy dragged toward her with her usual slump and groans, her step hindered by the tight leather mini her mistress insisted she wear. So short, it exposed Lucy’s translucent red French knickers and dark curls. Pleased to see her squeezed into it, Estella took in the peep show and her mouth crooked to the side.

Lucy frowned. “Why’d you have to pick out outfits for me that show my muff?” She tugged at the skirt to cover herself. Estella scoffed and stumbled to standing, her ivory-colored legs askew and not at all proper.

“Because it reminds me why I keep you around.” She did not appreciate the back chat, and decided she’d have to teach her deady bear a lesson to snap her back in line—later, when they were alone. “Offer our guests some refreshments while I dress.”

“Finger sandwiches?” Lucy threw her hands up, palms out, and wiggled her fingers. Well, the ones she had left, anyway. “Oh don’t look at me like that. I’ll wash my hands first.”

“Don’t be vulgar, Lucy. Ladies shouldn’t mock the living with their missing digits.” Estella slipped her moth-ridden and ancient wedding gown over the corset squeezing in her waist, taking extra care with the fragile fabric. “Do me up?”

EXCERPT Ghost story

“Right before you were due to marry Andrew. How could I forget?”

“I guess I knew he wasn’t the one for me…even back then,” she muttered. Aghast, she glanced up in hopes he hadn’t heard her.

He stared at her, his intense gaze caressing her, seeping deep into her skin and sending goose bumps over her arms. If only he would reach out and sooth her aching heart.

There was no escaping how she felt about him now. Panic grabbed at her. Gasping for air, she clenched her chest with her left hand and tried not to focus on her pounding heart. Hard to breath. She hadn’t felt this way, ever, with Andrew. But Owen had always had this effect on her. Stupid friend-zone. She cursed him moving next door as a child. If only they hadn’t been tree house buddies or sandpit allies.

Itching to have his touch over her, to wipe away the prickles breaking out all over her body, the throb in her pussy intensified.

“No wedding ring?” He dropped the letters he’d been clutching before whisking her into a spinning embrace. He gripped her tight, whirling her into a rush of excitement.

Tales from the Coffin series, in order

Strange and Beautiful – out now

All the Pretty Faces – out now

Bittersweet Symphony – out now

 

Treacle And TreasonTreacle and Treason releases October 26th:

It’s Bonfire Night, but the fireworks in Estella’s boudoir are more impressive than any rocket or sparkler.  She has more pressing things on her mind than trivial traditions like burning the guy and crunching her canines on treacle toffee. A spot of unrequited love, and her little deady bear’s rotting body.

What better way to distract herself than to entertain you with a ghostly retelling of the infamous Guy Fawkes and the Fifth of November legend.

 FOR MORE ABOUT TALES FROM THE COFFIN VISIT:http://talesfromthecoffin.blogspot.com

Also watch out for Threesome Sweetness, coming soon – Irish Kisses book3.

 

Books for Bunnies

Books for Bunnies is an event set up by the blogger over at The Bunny’s Review and coordinated with the help of blogger Alchemy of Scrawl. 

These two ladies have worked tirelessly in getting authors to donate eBooks for the event.   Currently there are over 100 eBooks that have been donated, along with over 30 print books.  Some of the print books are even signed by the author’s themselves.

The event is to help raise money for the House Rabbit Society.  The House Rabbit Society (or HRS) is a 501 non-profit organization to help raise awareness and to rescue rabbits from animal shelters.  Below is a little about the background of the HRS.

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Guest Blog: RJ Scott

Apparently in square mileage terms England is the size of Louisiana. Does that help my American friends visualise how big England is? Whether or not this fact about Louisiana is true it certainly reinforces one thing – everything that you find in England is in a very small space! Also our entire country is only as big as a single American state.

I live in the centre of England. It takes five hours or so to drive to the Lizard (The very bottom left point) and probably a similar amount of time to drive up the country to the border with Scotland in the North.

Within an hour of leaving my house I can hit London, Windsor Castle, Pinewood Studios (where they filmed Harry Potter and film James Bond) Stratford Upon Avon, Banbury… Within two I can be near Stonehenge or the sea. Within three I can be into Wales, or down to Dover and Battle (where the Battle of Hastings took place), or up into the Peak District and even Yorkshire.

We literally trip over history every time we step out of our door. My town is connected to the Civil War, Henry VIII & Anne Boleyn, the 7/7 bombings and it was where certain scenes in the Clockwork Orange were filmed. There are castles and manor houses within a slow Sunday drive and I think as a people we don’t appreciate what is outside our door.

My book, The Gallows Tree, is set in a very real village near me, and part of the authenticity of the story was actually to walk the same paths that Cody and Seb would have walked. I have an image in my head of the exact place that Cody saw the horse and the lovers and I have seen Seb’s manor house that he shares with his brothers…

I would love to share it with you too.

RJ XXXX

The Gallows Tree is available from Silver Publishing and all other ebook outlets.

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My website is www.rjscott.co.uk and I love to hear from readers rj@rjscott.co.uk

The Gallows TreeGallows Tree:

Cody Garret arrives in England to restore Mill Cottage, but he’s actually come to heal. What he doesn’t count on are Sebastian Toulson-Brown and the destinies woven into the story of the mill, including the sycamore trees that surround it.

Cody Garret is only just finding his way after an abusive relationship ended with his ex in prison. Coming to England to restore Mill Cottage is his way of running so he has time to heal. His goal is simple—hire a company to help make the mill cottage saleable then go back to the States.

What he doesn’t count on is meeting Sebastian Toulson-Brown, the brother of his contractor and the man who may be able to show him he can stop running.

But first Cody and Sebastian must deal with the ghosts of lost loves and the destinies that are woven into the story of the mill and the sycamore trees that stand on its land, one of which might be the gallows tree.