Mid Week Tease: After all, the menu also listed Sex on the Beach… #MWTease

by | May 18, 2016 | | 8 Comments

MWTease15Hi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! Here’s another snippet from my M/F erotic romance novella, City Nights: One Night in Budapest. I hope you enjoy it! This will probably be my last post from this book before I move onto something new.

One Night in Budapest“Yes, thank you,” he replied, and held a small notepad and pen aloft. “I have come to take your drinks order.”

“Oh!” Bloody hell—she’d been so intent on sightseeing that she’d completely forgotten to look at the menu on the table. “I’m so sorry, but I haven’t looked yet. Do you want to come back in a minute?”

He shrugged. “I believe everyone else’s orders have been taken, so I can wait while you look at the cocktail list.”

“All right.” She flashed an apologetic smile and snatched up the menu. Skimming through until she spotted something she liked the sound of, she said, “I’ll have a Woo Woo, please.”

A little heat infused her cheeks at asking for something that sounded so utterly ridiculous, but Emil didn’t seem to notice. He was probably used to worse. After all, the menu also listed Sex on the Beach, Blow Job, Screaming Orgasm, Quick Fuck and Slippery Nipple as options. Woo Woo was nothing in comparison. She herself shouldn’t be quite so sensitive to the daft names—after all, she spent enough time out on the town with her university friends, who often sipped on cocktails, screaming with laughter as they told each other what they’d got. Hermione usually had drinks with non-embarrassing names —asking for a bottle of cider was no problem at all, even when stone-cold sober.

Grab your copy of One Night in Budapest here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/city-nights-one-night-budapest/

And add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29345184-one-night-in-budapest

Don’t forget to check out all the other blogs taking part!

The Collector – An Anthology Re-released! by Kay Jaybee (@kay_jaybee)

by | May 17, 2016 | | 0 Comments

kj-thecollector-200It’s been ten years since I first wrote my linked anthology style novel, The Collector, and almost eight years since it was first published.

Recently the rights to the original books manuscript returned to me, and so I decided to re-edit the whole book, give it a brand new cover, and to add in 2 HOT NEW STORIES!

With the re-release of this, my very first solo full length piece on the 17th May, I’ve found myself looking back to The Collector’s origins. It all began one early morning sat in a crowded coffee shop at Heathrow airport, while I was talking to a very dear friend on the phone, while awaiting a flight.

It was due to that brief conversation that, not only was the idea for The Collector conceived, but that I privately made the decision to stay in the world of erotica writing, and not branch out to try my luck with other genres.

 

Blurb

Gathering salaciously erotic stories against an everyday backdrop of bus trips, train journeys, coffee shops, and restaurants, The Collector documents a wide variety of sexual encounters as she travels Great Britain.

The Collector’s research takes her into every arena of the erotic experience, from love, lust, submission and dominance, to voyeurism and beyond.

Are you brave enough to see if it was your supposedly private conversation she overheard – and then wrote down?

 

Before writing The Collector I’d already had a far number of short stories published, and was bursting with plenty of ideas for new ones. However, I wanted to write something longer; something that was as long as a novella or short novel, but which had the variety of an anthology.

I digress…so there I was sat sipping coffee at the airport when my friend called me. All he said down the phone was “go buy The Observer newspaper.” Curious, I did just that, and there, between a front cover shot of Joan Collins, and a back cover advert for new encyclopaedia’s, was an article all about female erotica writers.

Back then, erotica was an even more of a hidden world than it is now, and as I read I knew I wanted to stay part of it. Enthused with new zip and a determination to be every bit as successful as those brave women revealing their secret writing persona’s to the press, I extracted my ever ready notebook from my bag, and began to look at the people around me. I wanted to write- but where to start? As I watched the ever moving crowd, I began to wonder what each individual would want me to write for them. What would their fantasies be? What kinky secrets of their own would they share given half the chance?

It was from these musings that the idea for The Collector was born. A book of stories ‘collected’ by a woman in pursuit of as many sexual exploits as she could. And what better way to start, than to combine my own dream to one day be a successful writer of erotica, and the fantasy of one of my other friends, who (like so many others, be they male or female) visualises being picked up by a beautiful intelligent woman for sex in a no strings attached way. This story became, New Territory, the first of kinky work within The Collector; a tale which had been completely drafted by the time my plane reached its destination.

My search then began in earnest for interesting triggers, ideas, and sexy dreams, to turn into stories. Some very short to stimulate the readers imagination, such as Jay (a lesbian night club orgy) and Crushed (an interesting way to pass the time in a bar queue). Others much longer, such as Sweets (a must read if you like liquorice) and Treasure (a young man’s dream come true!).

I knew it would be a gamble including the very short tales- as they either really appeal, or really frustrate- but on the whole the feedback from my reader’s has been good. It would also be true to say, the shorter stories were much harder to write than the longer ones, but were a lot of fun to construct around the fantasy’s I gleaned from my sources of research.

So- how much of The Collector did I really collect? Well- that would be telling, but if I haven’t thanked my sources of inspiration already, then I do now!

It has been a joy to add 2 new stories to the mix! So, if you have already read The Collector, there is something new for you to discover within its pages in the shape of The Scottish Fantasy and Wrong.

The Collector is available as an e-book. It will be available as a paperback very soon!

Buy The Collector now, or read as part of your Kindle Unlimited subscription: http://getbook.at/thecollector

 

Extract – The Scottish Fantasy

Stacie gasped as the door opened. The dark shine to the man’s slate eyes as he regarded her and her friend Kate was in danger of taking Stacie’s breath away, and he hadn’t even spoken yet.

Tall, broad, with a tanned face and short spiked hair, a hint of stubble shadowed his square chin. Obviously surprised to see two young women walking through the woods so late on a winter’s afternoon, the ranger ushered them inside his wooden hut.

Introducing himself as Rob—Like Rob Roy! Stacie’s inner voice shouted at her. How perfect is that!—he looked at them enquiringly, ‘I dunna ken what you’re doin’ here, hens.’

Stacie’s brow furrowed. She’d thought that the Scottish spoke English.

Kate laughed as she saw her friend’s confused expression. ‘He means he doesn’t understand what we want, honey. “Dunna ken” means “don’t know” and “hen” is the local term for girl.’  Turning toward the ranger, Kate smiled. ‘This is Stacie, and I’m Kate. Stacie hasn’t got her ear geared into the local accent yet; she’s American.’

‘I guess that means an American accent.’ The ranger spoke so softly, Stacie felt herself melting on the spot. ‘I rather like those.’

Ignoring her friend, whose eyes were on stalks, leaving her in no doubt that Stacie was on an internal lust trip, Kate said, ‘We’re really sorry to bother you so late, but could you tell us where we are? We seem to be on a much longer trail than we intended to be, and we’ve lost the track.’

Rob’s dark eyes bored into her as she spoke. Kate couldn’t decide if their presence mildly amused him, or if he was merely tolerating the interruption to his work.

‘We’ve run out of water as well. Could we fill up our bottles here, please?’

‘It’s a good job you stopped, hen.’ The ranger pulled a map off his cluttered desk and pointed a thick finger at a red dotted line. ‘You’re here, on the all day walk. It’s called that for sound reasons.’

Lost in an erotic daydream, Stacie wasn’t listening to a word he said, just to the sound of his voice; the beautiful, gentle burr of his accent. She judged it fitted neatly half way between Ewan McGregor and Sean Connery.

When Kate had invited her friend over from the States for a couple of weeks exploring the Grampians of Scotland, Stacie had been thrilled. Not only could she catch up with her gorgeous friend and occasional lover, she could visit an area of the world that had always held a fantasy for her. Kilts, burly men in tight white vests, cabers being tossed, heather, whiskey, and mountains topped with snow.

The heather and mountains were a reality sure enough, as were the late night tots of warming whiskey she’d shared with Kate as they snuggled up together in the king-sized bed their Deeside hotel room provided. But until now, in this ranger’s office, hidden away in the woods near the flooded caves of Burn O’Vat, Stacie hadn’t seen anyone who even came close to the Celtic man of her late night fantasies.

Stacie felt mesmerised by the ranger. Despite the coldness of the late winter air he wore no coat, and his green sweater sleeves were rolled back to show arms honed by hard work. Forget kilts, this was as close to perfection as Stacie’s Scottish fantasy was ever going to get.

‘I’ll fill your bottles right enough, but if you’ll heed my advice, you’ll go back on the route you came. Far quicker and safer. It’ll be dark in about two hours.’

‘Thanks, I think we’ll do that.’ Kate watched as he took their empty water bottles over to his sink. His back view was as stunning as his front. The goldfish expression on Stacie’s face told her girlfriend that she was mentally undressing him, and Kate began to do the same.  Well aware that Stacie had serious fantasy issues where Scottish men were concerned, Kate wondered just how turned on her friend was. Did she have damp knickers? Were her nipples hard?

As Kate’s thoughts rambled, her own arousal began to tweak up a notch. Perhaps… She took a deep breath. Well, why not?

‘It must be lonely here, on your own all day.’ Kate knew the line was a bit lame, but she didn’t care. A sideways glance at Stacie showed that her lover had understood her intentions, and approved.

Rob didn’t look round. He didn’t need to. He could sense the two sets of eyes on his back; they were almost scorching him. Taking his time to fill the second bottle, the ranger thought the situation through.

Two of them, both hot totty. One a blonde, one a redhead. One English. One American. A tasty combination. Their bulky winter coats, sensible walking trousers and boots didn’t give much away, but he was willing to bet that once all the layers were off, they would be a sight to behold. He could be wrong, he supposed, but maybe…

Rob replied to Kate’s question. ‘I like it well enough, hen. I ken it’s quiet, but I like peace and quiet.’

‘So, you don’t get… lonely, then?’ Kate knew she was being blatant, but she didn’t care. If she could pull this off, it would be the perfect holiday present for her friend. Stacie, her mouth dry with anticipation, stepped forward. Pulling off her gloves to reveal pale hands with violently clashing purple nail-varnished tips, she took the full bottles from Rob’s hands. Making certain her fingers brushed his as she did so.

‘Thank you,’ Stacie purred as she passed one of the bottles to her partner. The tacit standoff that followed as tension rippled through the small office room-cum-workshop was eventually broken by Rob.

‘Would you lassies like something to warm you up before you go?’  His sentence, delivered in a deadpan tone, could have been suggesting something as mundane as sharing of a mug of hot chocolate, but his sparkling eyes hinted at so much more.

Stacie’s pulse quickened as Kate casually replied, ‘Well, if it’s not too much trouble, that would be lovely.’ Another normal sentence, but packed with enough eyelash-fluttering that she might as well have screamed out ‘Fuck us now!’

‘I was about to light the fire.’ Rob knelt at a small grate, already neatly piled with kindling. ‘Perhaps you’d like to lose your jackets for a while. When this takes, this place gets pretty hot.’

The girls’ eyes were drawn to the hopping, spluttering flames. They threw their coats over their backpacks, which they’d already dumped by the front door.

Taking his time with the fire, the ranger didn’t stir from where he crouched until it had taken to his satisfaction, and was smoking nicely up the chimney. Then, with a measured movement, he stood and faced his guests, who with unspoken agreement had divested themselves of far more than just their coats. Somehow Rob managed to keep his face passive as his eyes travelled from the top of each girl’s head down to their toes.

They stood naked. Holding hands. So, lovers in their own right, then. Nice. He smiled. It had been over fifteen years since he’d been with two women at the same time. A memory that kept him warm during the dark winter days and nights as he guarded the woodland and its wildlife.

Deciding against comment, Rob took a silent moment to choose which girl he’d treat rough and which one he’d simply treat. Then, with a pace that neither girl would have associated with the man whose previous movements had been so controlled and steady, he stripped…

Buy The Collector now, or read as part of your Kindle Unlimited subscription: http://getbook.at/thecollector

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Bio

For over a decade Kay Jaybee has lived a nomadic existence across the British Isles, collecting stories as she travels.

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO

Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay Jaybee wrote The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite 2011-14), The New Room, (Xcite, 2015), The Voyeur, (Xcite 2012), Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats, 2012), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress, 2013.

Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

You can follow Kay on –

Twitter- https://twitter.com/kay_jaybee

Facebook –http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor

Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybee

Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.html

New Release! Hearts & Handcuffs: Romantic Kink by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai)

by | May 16, 2016 | | 1 Comment

Hearts and HandcuffsComplementary Fantasies

Why do I find BDSM exciting, to write and to read? It is not, primarily, the taboo nature of the topic. It’s not because I think that restraint or pain is pleasurable or sexy per se—though paradoxically, it might feel that way at the time. Rather, I’m drawn to relationships involving dominance and submission because of the way the desires of the top and the bottom interlock, like pieces of a puzzle.

The sub aches to relinquishes control to her master. She holds nothing back. She bares not only her body but her doubts, her fears, her secret fantasies. She lets down all her barriers, trusting her Dom to takes responsibility for her pleasure and safety.

Meanwhile, the dominant wants nothing more than to take that control when it’s offered.  He (or she) can exercise his will over his sub, do anything that pleases him, knowing that his actions also excite and satisfy her—because his pleasure makes her surrender more complete.

I love writing stories where everyone gets what he or she wants. Like the ones in this collection!

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X Rated Excerpt  (from  “Spank Me Again, Stranger”)

Jake retrieved her shoe. She remained there, unresisting, while he slipped her foot back into the sandal and tightened the strap. “Happy Birthday, Audra! You took that like a trouper.” His lips brushed hers for a moment, but were gone so swiftly she thought she might have imagined the gesture. “Everyone, let’s give our birthday girl a big hand…”

Audra stumbled off the stage and pushed her way through the cheering crowd. The pressure in her swollen pussy and the ache in her punished ass were her only realities. She had to get away, find some privacy, give herself some relief.

The ladies’ room was outside, behind the building. Audra followed the signs. She practically burst into tears when she found the one-person facility was occupied.

She couldn’t wait. Slipping into the shadows, she crumpled her skirt to her waist and yanked her panties down to her knees. The fabric scraped over her pummeled ass. Damn him! She wouldn’t be able to sit down for days. The perverse thought just made her hornier.

Spreading her thighs wide, she plunged two fingers into her slick hole while settling her thumb against her clit. Pleasure arced up her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Yes…” she hissed. “Oh, yeah…”

She was on the brink already—right where that bastard had left her. Her clit spiked up, engorged and hungry. She worried it back and forth, rubbing furiously. No time for teasing. She needed to come, right now.

Her climax gathered, winding tighter, drawing closer but still out of reach. The wail of a bass guitar leaked into the night as someone opened the door of bar. He was in there, playing his music as if nothing had happened, while she pinched her clit and ground her fist into her cunt like a maniac. Damn him, she’d make him pay, she’d make him…

“Let me do that.” A massive man-shaped silhouette blocked out the stars.

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Blurb

Kink can be life-changing, cathartic, a spiritual experience. Sometimes, though, it’s just plain fun—particularly when your partner is someone special. Hearts & Handcuffs presents the lighter side of BDSM—the naughty joy to be found in exploring your pervy fantasies with someone whose desires complement your own—in six sizzling short stories that showcase Lisabet Sarai’s famously sexy prose.

In “Spank-o-gram”, a grumpy birthday boy receives an unexpected gift from his distant lover. “Wired” shows the extremes a woman will go to in order to get the attention of the man she wants. A neglected and frustrated slave turns the tables on her master in “Domestic Goddess”. In “Spank Me Again, Stranger”, a city gal learns how they celebrate birthdays out in ranch country. A case of mistaken identity leads to a dream come true in “Routine Maintenance”. The title tale “Hearts and Handcuffs” is a Valentine’s Day role playing romp, complete with costumes.

Open the cover, dive into Lisabet Sarai’s imagination—the ultimate aphrodisiac—and savor these gems of romantic kink.

Buy Links

Amazon  US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01FE2ADB4/

Amazon UK –  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01FE2ADB4/

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B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hearts-handcuffs-lisabet-sarai/1123779304?ean=2940153012407

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/hearts-handcuffs-romantic-kink

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30164967-hearts-handcuffs

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lisabetFaceAbout Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai writes in many genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Her debut novel Raw Silk  has become a kink classic, and her recent genre-busting BDSM erotic romance The Gazillionaire and the Virgin  has been praised as “realistic D/s with hot as hell kinky sex”.

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

Self-Love is in the Air Blog Hop #SelfLoveIsInTheAir

by | May 13, 2016 | | 1 Comment

Self love is in the Air Hop

I’m delighted to be joining in with this fabulous blog hop, sponsored by Ruby Glow – a sex toy designed by my good friend Tabitha Rayne. It’s all about self-love, and given May is Masturbation Month, it’s very fitting!

So, do be sure to check out all the posts, comment, share them, tweet them, as there are some amazing prizes to be won! For example…

Grand Prize

Ruby Glow by Rocks Off and paperback copies of Sexy Just Got Rich by Brit Babes, Chemical S[ex] edited by Oleander Plume and A Clockwork Butterfly by Tabitha Rayne.

There may also be prizes on the various blogs, and even some spot prizes!

I’m giving away a backlist title – after the post you’ll see my Rafflecopter.

Now, without further ado, here is my post, which is a (very) short story from my erotica collection, Multi-Orgasmic. It’s called Chasing:

 

You’ve heard of those storm chaser folks, haven’t you? The ones that go out seeking tornados and stuff so they can do scientific research on them? Well, I’m like them. Only I chase orgasms, not tornados. And I’m not interested in research—scientific or otherwise—just the extreme pleasure each and every climax gives me.

I guess you’re wondering why I’ve compared myself to a storm chaser now, aren’t you? After all, orgasms are two-a-penny, right? Not for me. I used the comparison because my climaxes are as unpredictable as the weather, and so elusive that I have to chase them relentlessly, using specialised equipment.

I was nineteen when I had my first orgasm, and it was courtesy of my brand new vibrator. I’d had several lovers by then, but none of them had even come close to making me come. It didn’t mean that the sex was crap—far from it, in some cases—but for some reason, my clitoris would simply not co-operate. It became a constant source of frustration—for both myself and my sex partners—and I was convinced there was something wrong with me. I read books, I searched the Internet, and soon discovered that I wasn’t alone. According to many sources, the problem was psychological, not physical. They also said that if I couldn’t make myself come, then how could I expect anyone else to?

I tried. Really I did. I watched porn, read dirty books, pulled out the lube and masturbated until my fingers went stiff, my wrists ached, and my lady parts were sore. I ended up more frustrated than ever, and eventually headed into a sex shop and purchased myself a rabbit vibe.

The first time I used it, I came so quickly that I barely knew what it felt like. I was left breathless, with my cunt spasming wildly around the shaft of the toy and a flush that ran from my chest up to my cheeks.

Oddly, my first emotion was relief. So I could orgasm, I just needed something battery-operated to help me out. It was better than nothing, and once my clit had recovered from its sensitivity, I switched the toy on again and teased my body into a second climax. That time I was more able to savour the sensation. I can’t think of a word that truly captures how it was. Think divine, heavenly, blissful; times that by ten and you’re somewhere in the right region.

From then on I was hooked. I now knew exactly how wonderful it felt to climax, and I wanted more. Knowing I was physically able to come from clitoral stimulation took a weight off my mind. I thought perhaps it would clear the mental block that was preventing me from coming by my own hand and with partners. Sadly, that wasn’t the case. Lots more toy-free masturbation and several sexual partners later and I was still orgasm-less.

Thankfully I always had my vibrator as backup, and every time I went grocery shopping I added batteries to my basket. I came perilously close to turning into a teenage boy. Not literally, of course, but in the locking-myself-in-my-room-and-going-through-lots-of-tissues way. I just got addicted to the feeling that so many women take for granted, and pushed my body over the edge again and again, marvelling at how completely amazing and mind-blowing it was, each and every time.

Now, though, I have a much better handle on things. I know that I can come, and that the ability isn’t going to disappear. I hope.

It’s getting harder. Compared to the first time, when I came so quickly I hardly knew what had hit me, it’s growing increasingly more difficult. In the months and years since that eye-opening moment, I’ve bought every type of sex toy going. More rabbit-style vibrators, dildos, wands, bullets, remote-controlled knickers… you name it, I’ve bought it. I should probably have shares in the battery manufacturing companies, I’m spending that much money with them. The trouble is, no matter how wonderful and powerful these toys claim to be, there’s only one that can make me come.

My trusty rabbit. It alone can tease my stubborn clit into submission, bring that delicious tightening sensation to my abdomen, make my pussy flutter and give me climaxes so extreme that I writhe on the bed and yell so loud my neighbours probably think I’m being murdered.

My first one broke, you know. I panicked. The thought of never being able to come again struck terror into the very depths of my soul. I literally dropped everything and ran to the computer to order another one, exactly the same. Thankfully they still stocked that particular model.

I don’t know what I’ll do if they discontinue it. Maybe I should buy several and keep them in storage, just in case.

I know it sounds crazy. Excessive. But can you imagine having one single thing, just one way of making yourself feel on top of the world? And to risk it being taken away? You wouldn’t, would you? It’s unthinkable. I’m trying new things all the time, just hoping that there’s something, or someone, else that will shake my clit into submission and break me into tiny fragments of ecstasy. So far, there’s nothing or no one. But I’m having fun trying.

So that’s why I continue to chase climax, with my specialised equipment. Because I won’t give them up. I won’t. I can’t.

Maybe I should try therapy. I’m beginning to think it’ll be cheaper than all these damn batteries.

 

Want more orgasms? Check out Multi-Orgasmic here.

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She’s Got It All by @JewelQuinlan Now Available in #Audiobook #ContemporaryRomance

by | May 11, 2016 | | 0 Comments

*Link to trailer on YouTube:  https://youtu.be/_NAe-Du28pQ

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Blurb:

She’s living her dream, not knowing she’s stolen someone else’s…

For Kayla Cross, getting a job as a DJ at legendary club Grace in Ibiza is a dream come true. It’s what she has worked for her entire life. Even if she had to do it behind her parents’ back, like a dirty secret—then and now. She left everything behind in order to give it her all, and she finds it’s going to take far more than the level of confidence she has in order to pull it off.

Lex Granger thought the job was his. But it wasn’t. And not getting the DJ job means another season of bartending, and watching longingly as others play on stage. When his boss orders him to make Kayla feel at home, he almost rebels. But his need to pay bills wins over his emotions. He resents his competition but can’t help being affected by her sunny disposition, talent, and long, lean form. Walking the line between admiration and envy can be agony…

 

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Listening Time:  4 hrs 55 mn

Narrated By:  Melissa Moran

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Excerpt:

Kayla had seamlessly taken control of the sound system a few minutes ago and the stuff she had been playing was good, better than the typical pre-recorded shit. But what caught his attention now was the sound of her voice. She was singing into the mic on her headset. Not lyrics but a beautiful stream of notes that seemed to flutter from her gut up to her vocal cords in a lilting sound that was captivating.

The notes she sang rose and fell, exotic and mysterious with the intriguing underlying beat. Her voice called, it drew…and soon women rose from their seats to the small dance area to move and sway with the music, and the men followed them. The same people who had been oblivious of the music a moment before as they’d smoked and talked were now giving their full attention to Kayla.

It wasn’t just the music that mesmerized them; it was Kayla herself. She was a vision. Her blonde hair gleamed under the lights, and her shoulders and hips writhed in a sexy dance, and all the while she continued to turn knobs and flip switches to make the music she sang to. She was absorbed in it and having a great time. Sometimes her hair flicked when she gyrated, as if in punctuation to her movements. Combined with the sound of her voice, she was like a beacon—the song of an angel caressing and drawing everyone in. It was like nothing he’d ever heard before.

“Hola!” said a man in an aggressive tone, waving a one hundred Euro bill. “Can we get ten shots of Patrón?”

“Of course. Right away, friend.” Lex focused back in on his job.

It was awhile before he could come back up for air. But when he did, he noticed that the space was packed with bodies dancing to the music Kayla played. And, although she was keeping it mellow as instructed, it was the biggest crowd he’d ever seen on the terrace during the day. Security continuously went through, trying to keep key paths clear.

Hands holding cell phones were up in the air, outstretched toward her, as they took pictures and videos. Through it all, she wore the brightest smile he’d ever seen, occasionally lifting one hand to press the earphones closer. She changed the tempo to a faster beat and the crowd responded with cheers. She bounced up and down in joy, hand waving above her head with exhilaration, and the people lifted and pumped their fists in mimicry.

She was every bit as good as any DJ they’d had before and more. She was the embodiment of everything he thought he would have experienced and felt had it been him on the stage. Somehow, she caught him watching, and gave him a cheery wave. Embarrassed, he waved awkwardly back, and then pulled his eyes back down to the bar. And, even though he could acknowledge that Rick had been right, that she was good, he couldn’t help feeling the tiny nugget of palpable distaste lodged deep in his chest.

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About the author, Jewel Quinlan:

Restless by nature, Jewel Quinlan is an avid traveler and has visited 16 countries so far. Lover of ice cream, beer and red wine she tries to stay fit when she’s not typing madly on her computer concocting another tale. In her spare time she likes to do yoga, hike, learn German and play with her spoiled Chihuahua; Penny. It is Penny’s mission in life to keep Jewel from the keyboard. But, with the help of dog-chew-making-companies, Jewel has been able to distract her canine companion and continues to get thousands of words on the page for your enjoyment.

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