Sunday Snog – Just Couldn’t Wait (And a F*R*E*E*B*I*E)

by | Jun 30, 2013 | | 0 Comments

Sunday Snog

Uniform BehaviourIn honour of Armed Forces Day, which took place yesterday in the UK, I’m featuring my story from Uniform Behaviour as my Sunday Snog. And that’s not all… the publisher kindly consented to make the book free on All Romance eBooks, too. So grab your copy quick!

Taking another sip of fizz, she put the bottle back on the desk and stepped towards Sam. She  pushed him towards the desk until the edge hit his legs. He sat down, putting him at a much more manageable height. Then she kissed him. He tasted of champagne and smelled of a subtle but masculine scent. He slipped his arms beneath hers, grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. His strength had put her a little off-balance and her instinct was to grab his biceps to steady herself. It didn’t work. Carla’s fingers had encountered solid muscle – and plenty of it, which resulted in her feeling all the more giddy. Was there no end to this guy’s perfection?

Still grasping one of his arms and squeezing – subtly, she hoped – she moved her other hand to his hair. Carla had always had a thing for guys with long hair. Too often though, guys either had awful pony tails or greasy locks – hardly a turn-on. Not so with Sam. His hair was clean and soft, ideal for tangling fingers into. So that’s what she did, using her grip as leverage to deepen their kiss. He responded by looping his hands together behind her back, completely enveloping her in his arms. Just as well, really, as the mixture of champagne and lust was turning Carla into a weak-kneed mess.

Realising neither of them was really in control of the situation any more, Carla decided to relax and just go with the flow. Their tongues explored one another’s mouths and their hands were wandering. Carla slipped her hand from Sam’s hair downwards. She briefly fiddled with his bow tie, grinning to herself as she remembered what he was wearing, then trailed her hand down his chest and torso. She encountered more muscle. He was definitely hiding a nice firm body beneath that outfit.


You can get your hands on Uniform Behaviour here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

Smut by the Sea – Scarborough Will Never Be the Same!

by | Jun 27, 2013 | | 2 Comments

The journey to Scarborough was hellish due to something happening on the A1 (M), but boy was it worth it! After dumping bags and a speedy change of clothes, it was to the Black Lion for drinks and jollity. It wasn’t too late a night because the next day was going to be busy, but it was very fun!

Saturday morning dawned noisily with the seagulls we all wanted to shoot, and we headed over to the library to help set up. Then we sneaked off for breakfast and came back in time for the doors to be opened to the public. From then on, there was hardly time to breathe as Victoria kicked off with an introduction, then myself, Tabitha Rayne and Rachel Kincaid did some reading. I started the audience off gently with a nice sweet passage from A French Affair. I thought it was a little early for full on raunch! The other two girls more than made up for it with some hot steampunk and a naughty tale of premature ejaculation 😉

There was a break, and the next reading panel consisted of Ashley Lister, Lexie Bay, K D Grace reading as Grace Marshall and Jennifer Denys. I have to say that I’m not a fan of poetry, but Ashley Lister’s funny poems are more than enough to change my mind. Lovely Lexie read a passage from her story in Coming Together: With Curves, Grace Marshall got us hot under the collar with a snippet of sexiness in a lift, and last but not least, Jennifer had us all giggling with a very humorous piece from one of her books.

Next up was another break, whereby Victoria and I told people to come and grab us if they had any questions. It was an opportunity to check up on the bookstall and the erotic tombola, very capably manned by mine and Victoria’s respective other halves.

Slave Nano then launched his very naughty BDSM novel, Adventures in Fetishland, which involved some fabulous costumes: The Mad Hatter, The Red Queen and the Dormouse, to name just a few. This was certainly not smut for the faint-hearted!

The next section was a panel consisting of myself, Victoria, Ashley Lister and K D Grace in which we answered questions on writing erotica and getting it published. As always, no one wanted to ask the first question, but once someone did we were fielding queries left, right and centre. I hope we provided people with lots of useful information!

Next was the afternoon’s final reading section with Janine Ashbless, Liv Honeywell, Domitri Xavier and Gemma Parkes. I must confess I wasn’t in the room for this one as I was rushing around sorting out other things, but I have it on very good authority that the readings were excellent.

The break between daytime and evening events was next, and myself and my other half dashed out into the Scarborough sun/rain/sun/rain pattern for a play on the 2p machines, some candy floss and a chip cob. Then it was back up the hill to the library.

The evening event was ticketed and people were supplied with swag bags, free drinks and nibbles, and much more. Unfortunately, the burlesque act for the evening had car trouble and so Victoria did some skilful juggling of the schedule and everyone was still suitably entertained.

There were readings from Smut by the Sea Volume 1, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Smut in the City and Slave Nano read from Adventures in Fetishland, Gemma Parkes treated us to another snippet of a hot story and K D Grace read from The Pet Shop. There was also time for more questions and giggles, then it was time to call it a night. Well, sort of.

Many people stayed behind to help pack up and we did it in such record time that Victoria and Kev had to wait for the caretaker to arrive, while the rest of us carted stuff back to the hotel and got freshened up. Then we headed back to the Black Lion for buffet, drinks and karaoke. It was a pretty messy night, it has to be said. It included me singing karaoke (an X-Factor hopeful I am not) with Tabitha Rayne, sausage rolls being thrown, breadsticks, Strongbow, vodka and balloons. There are still photographs emerging here and there and let’s just say not a single one of them is sensible!

I had a fabulous time overall, was happy to meet up with buddies that live all over the country and meet some people I’d not met before, notably Tilly Hunter, who also stepped in to read. She says it was her first time, but she was so good I’m not convinced! Kerry-Ann McDade gets a very special mention as she travelled all the way from Northern Ireland to be with us. I also had a great time chatting with the Crowned Jewels folk, Anna Sky, a lovely lady called Bea, the owner of Cupido Magazine (a Norwegian magazine that’s featured one of my stories), and many other people I’m sure I’ve forgotten. There were also people I didn’t get much chance to talk to, but hopefully there will be many more chances in future as Victoria and Kevin take the UK by storm with their Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City events. Here’s to next time, guys!

Sunday Snog – Dodging

by | Jun 23, 2013 | | 1 Comment

Sunday Snog

Smut by the SeaIn honour of Smut by the Sea, the event, which was yesterday, I’m posting a snog-tastic snippet from Smut by the Sea, which is an erotic anthology that I co-edited with Victoria Blisse. It also contains my story, Dodging.

“Wow,” he said, standing so close to me that we were almost touching, “you found a great place for us to be alone. Anyone would think you planned it!”

I was grateful that the shade from the cliffs hid my blush. I shrugged. “I come here a lot, is all. I’ve been exploring this beach since I could walk!”

“Well,” he replied, moving so I was trapped between his considerable frame and the chalky wall behind me, “I’m very glad you did.”

Then, he leaned down and kissed me. Part of me wanted to protest—hey, I’m meant to be seducing you, not the other way around!—but as his large, strong hands cupped my face and his warm slippery tongue demanded access to my mouth, I realised I didn’t care. The end result was going to be the same.

I closed my eyes and my head swam with dizzying lust as Finlay’s skilled mouth licked, sucked and nibbled at mine. His hands moved from my face and down my body, gripping my hips and pulling me closer to him. I felt the insistent press of his erection through his combats and a fresh burst of arousal zipped to my groin. At this rate I was going to melt into a puddle of sexy hormones on the sand and get washed away when the tide came in.

Since Finlay had made the first move, throwing me off my stride, my hands were still hanging uselessly by my sides. Realising I could be doing something far more interesting with them, I shucked my bag off my shoulder onto the sand, then reached up to grab the impressive biceps that had so captivated me when I’d first spotted him. I squeezed, enjoying the feel of hard muscle beneath warm skin, and wondering how best to take advantage of the great strength Finlay clearly had.

He pressed me harder into the cliff face, and I rolled my hips in response, desperate to get some friction on my neglected clit. A rumble of laughter came from deep inside his chest, and he slipped a hand between our bodies and cupped my pubic mound. I couldn’t help it, I ground against him like a horny teenager, wanting more, wanting his cock thrusting inside me and fucking us both into blissful oblivion. I pulled away from our kiss and said as much—though not nearly as eloquently. He laughed again.

“Far be it for me to deprive a lady. But first—” he backed away and undid my jeans, then pulled them and my thong down in one go, “—I want to eat your pussy.”

I wasn’t going to argue with that sexy sentiment, so I kicked off one of my shoes and helped Finlay as he slid the denim down and off my leg. Then he grabbed my ankle and hoisted it so my foot rested on his shoulder. I placed the flats of my hands against the rock behind me, bracing myself for what I hoped would be a true oral delight. I wasn’t disappointed.


You can get your hands on Smut by the Sea here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

Sunday Snog – A French Affair

by | Jun 2, 2013 | | 0 Comments

Sunday Snog

A French AffairHere’s another snog from my just-released erotic romance novella, A French Affair. This book was such fun to write, especially as I sent my characters on a lovely day trip to my favourite city – Paris. Enjoy the snog 😉

He was so wide-eyed, so earnest, and his words so meaningful that she didn’t know how to respond. So she let her body do the talking instead. Walking backwards and pulling him along with her, she perched on the edge of the kitchen table and wrapped her arms and legs around him, guiding his head down for another kiss. She gave it her everything, doing her best to tell him with actions what she couldn’t seem to put into words. That she thought it would be worth it too. That she’d let go of her past and make a fresh start with him, and do her very best to make him happy.


You can get your hands on A French Affair here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

Guest Blogger: Victoria Blisse

by | May 31, 2013 | | 0 Comments

Lou’s 3 top tips to getting sexy on a budget

I love my husband to bits but he’s not a billionaire. Sometimes we have to get a bit creative if we want to spice up our sex lives. Here’s my top tips to help you out if you’re looking to get sexy without breaking the bank (or your back come to that)!

Use what you’ve got

If you look online you can find a million and one different doodahs and gadgets for improving your sex life, a lot of them cost a fortune. My advice to you is see what you’ve got at home already that can double up as a sex toy.

Belts and ties are good for bondage, a wooden spoon might make a good spanker (check it on yourself first to see if you can take the pain!) and baby oil can be really nice for a massage. I have heard you have to be careful what oils you use if you’re using condoms, though, so proceed with caution. You’ll be amazed what you have at home that can work…try wearing your apron and nothing else or maybe there’s an alternative use for your feather duster…

Take some time

One really important part to sex for me is the intimacy you get from it. It’s really important to make time to spend with your other half where you can just be together. Time costs nothing and even an hour, just snuggled on the sofa watching a film is good for a relationship and your sex drive. Remember, sex isn’t just about the in and out, if you know what I mean. Other intimate acts count too!

Mad Skillz

We all have our own special talents. Rob makes me playlists of music for my phone, to remind me he loves me. I bake for him whenever I can and food is good seduction. Dipping fruit into melted chocolate and feeding it to your lover is sexy, if a little messy, but it doesn’t cost the earth. Think of something you’re good at and use it to enhance your sex life. Write him a love letter, take a sexy photo and send it to his phone. If you can dance, strip for him, if you can’t do it anyway. Just try a new way to show your love, it’ll keep things fresh and exciting for you both.

I hope my tips help you out. Please comment and let me know your tips for hot sex on a budget so I can try them out on Rob, thanks.

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Excerpt:

It was only a small parcel in a typical brown padded envelope. It wasn’t expected, which is why I spent so long looking it over. The return address didn’t ring a bell, and I really couldn’t imagine what it could be so, finally, I opened it. I grinned to myself as I did. My husband Rob would have laughed at me, spending so long looking at the wrapping and wondering. He doesn’t get why I like to eke out the anticipation in moments like this.

Inside was a square of white with a lacy frill all around it. When I opened it up, I found ties –it was a pinny. Inside the parcel was a sealed envelope. I opened it to find a card covered in small red love hearts.

Wear this tonight and only this xxx

PS Kids are going to my mum’s for tea tonight, so don’t worry.

I recognised my husband’s handwriting immediately and chuckled when I remembered a conversation we’d held in a restaurant once about pinnies and their attractiveness. Well, Rob had been staring at this red-headed waitress (he loves auburn hair) with cute curves and pouty lips, and I had to pull him up on it.

“No, Lou, No.” He shook his head. “I am helplessly addicted to pinnies. I can’t help it.”

“Pinnies?” I lifted one brow and pinched his thigh under the table. “You’re turned on by tiny little aprons?”

“Yes.” He nodded solemnly.  “It’s a terrible affliction.”

“What’s your favourite kind?”

“White ones with lacy bits,” he replied, licking his lips salaciously.

That night, I whispered dirty sweet nothings in his ear while we fucked in the comfort of our hotel room bed. I told a story where I was a simple girl, waiting on tables in a quaint old tea shop, wearing a little lacy pinny. I giggled. He chuckled, but as my tale got hotter, the noises we made became strangled and lust-filled.

“You watch me until the end of my shift,” I whispered, hunched over him, my soft thighs stretched around his waist as his hard erection filled me. I moved gently up and down and continued the tale. “Then follow me outside into the alley. Before I can cry out, you clamp your hand over my mouth and push me roughly against the wall. I struggle helplessly but you hold me down and whisper about knowing I want it. How I’d teased you and how I would get what I’d been asking for.”

I still remember how he gripped my hips tightly when I rode him. I continued my story through groans of pleasure.

“You spin me around, press me into the harsh brick of the wall, and pull up my skirt. Grabbing hold of my prim pinny, you fuck me. I’m soaking wet, so you slide right in. You fuck me there in an alley, the girl you just met, the girl you hardly know.”

My words turned into unintelligible mumblings at the point where ecstasy took over. And ever since our holiday, with the visit to that restaurant and the evening’s tale of indecency in an apron, we’ve found a mutual fondness for the uniform of waiting staff and hotel workers alike. So, if Rob wanted me naked in nothing but a pinny for Valentine’s, that’s what he could have.

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Rob and Lou's Wild WeekendsHold on tight, it’s going to get wild! Rob and Lou could pass you in the streets and you’d likely not notice them. They’re in their thirties, have a family and jobs to hold down and they do it with smiles on their faces. But occasionally they get a little time off and that’s when things get seriously sexy.

Light-hearted and fun, this mini-anthology features episodes from this couple’s wild weekends. Making the most of the mud, finding the erotic nature of an apron and even having a sexy visit to a fish and chip shop. Rob and Lou make the mundane much more pleasurable so join them on their kinky ride.

Includes a bonus short story Damsel in Distress and excerpts from other ebooks by the award winning queen of rosy, raunchy and rubenesque erotic romance, Victoria Blisse.

Buy links and more info: http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/rob-lous-wild-weekends

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Sunday Snog – A French Affair

by | May 26, 2013 | | 1 Comment

Sunday Snog

A French AffairHere’s another snog from my just-released erotic romance novella, A French Affair. This book was such fun to write, especially as I sent my characters on a lovely day trip to my favourite city – Paris. Enjoy the snog 😉

The mischief in his eyes and the smile threatening to take over his lips were infectious. Sydney couldn’t help it – she laughed. And once she started, she couldn’t stop. When she eventually calmed down enough to take a breath, she put the gifts he’d brought her on the worktop and stepped over to where he stood by the boiling kettle. She slipped her arms around his waist, and he quickly reciprocated.

Harry leant down for a kiss, then paused, seemingly thinking better of it. ‘Does that mean you’re going to give us a chance?’

Standing on her tiptoes, Sydney pressed a kiss to his lips. ‘What do you think?’

‘I’m going to take that as a yes.’ With that, he captured her mouth with his, and they quickly became lost in one another, this time with no reason to stop.

Sydney felt much better about their kiss this time. Firstly, she too had spent time during the night thinking about their potential relationship. She’d eventually come to the conclusion that it was pointless trying to guess what would happen. The only way to find out if things would work out between them was to try. She couldn’t punish him – and herself – for her ex’s deceit. If she never trusted another man again, then she’d never be happy. And she deserved happiness – everyone did.

She pulled away, feeling pleasantly dizzy and sucking in a much-needed deep breath.


You can get your hands on A French Affair here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

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