New Release: Seven Deadly Sins

by | Dec 11, 2012 | | 0 Comments

Are you ready to sin? I certainly hope so, because the Seven Deadly Sins anthology is here! Dreamt up way back in March, as myself, Lily Harlem, Victoria Blisse and K D Grace sat around a hotel bar table late at night, this book has been a long time coming. Once the idea was conceived, there was no ignoring it. The four of us immediately jumped at the idea, then as we all got back to work the following week it became very real. We pulled in three other author buddies and took one sin each. I’d already snapped up Pride, and as Lily Harlem suggested I make mine a lesbian piece, I did just that.

My story is called The Sweetest Revenge (which is also available as a standalone story), and here’s a bit more about it:

Abigail’s had a crush on Mackenzie the motorcycle courier for months, but Mackenzie doesn’t even know she exists. Nothing exists for Mackenzie, though, except for her pride and joy – her Ducati Monster.

After an unpleasant encounter, Abigail decides to get her own back on Mackenzie – in the worst possible way. Despite the pleas of her colleagues, Abigail plans to hide Mackenzie’s precious motorbike, and take the haughty bitch down a peg or two.

Naturally, when Mackenzie discovers her bike is gone, there are fireworks. It’s April 1st, so she suspects trickery rather than criminal activity, but that doesn’t mean the person responsible will be getting off lightly…

All the stories in this erotic anthology are illustrated, but it turned out that my illustration is the one allowed for promotional purposes. So here’s a sneak peek. If you want to see the rest of the illustrations, you’ll have to buy a print copy, or grab your eBook copy from Waterstones, as most retailers don’t allow the images – as you can see, they’re very rude! 😉

The way Mackenzie’s breathing had increased hinted to Abigail that the other woman wasn’t unaffected by their proximity, but she wasn’t quite as weak-kneed. “Well, how about we wipe the slate clean, and start again?”

“Okay, that sounds great to me.”

“You haven’t heard my terms yet.”

“Terms?”

“Yes, for wiping the slate clean. It doesn’t happen just like that”—she clicked her fingers—”with me, you know. I like to make things a little more fun.”

The look on Mackenzie’s face seemed to indicate that her fun wasn’t of the sweet and innocent kind. Suddenly, she pulled away from Abigail and walked back towards her bike. She reached into the helmet which was still hanging from one of the handlebars and pulled out her gloves. Flicking them back and forth in her hand, she said, “So, you up for some fun?” Then, just in case Abigail had had any doubts as to what she was talking about, she thwacked the gloves against her palm, and grinned widely at the older woman.

Abigail opened her mouth but couldn’t seem to make any sound come out. Did she seriously mean…? Here?

“Well?” Mackenzie indicated the seat of her bike. “I’ll be gentle. It’s clearly your first time.”

Abigail was still too stunned to correct her. She had, in fact, been spanked before. A few times. And she’d enjoyed it. But it had been nothing too heavy, and certainly not with leather gloves. And absolutely, one hundred per cent not bent over a motorcycle in a public place!

“Come on,” the redhead said, waving the gloves once more. “No one will see. That door is shut, and nobody is going to come wandering around the side of the building any time soon, are they? That’s why you hid my bike here in the first place, wasn’t it? Go on,” she wheedled, “just six of the best, and all will be forgiven.”

Abigail finally found her voice. “And what do I get to do to you in return?”

Mackenzie wiggled her eyebrows and grinned wickedly. “Anything you like.”

“Anything?”

“Yep. I’m a pretty adventurous kind of a girl.”

Intrigued? You should be. My story nestles in this super hot anthology alongside tawdry tales from K D Grace, Lily Harlem, Victoria Blisse, Lexie Bay, Rebecca Bond and Sarah Masters. But watch out, your fingers might get scorched! 😉 You can also grab my standalone story here: The Sweetest Revenge.

Sunday Snog/Blissekiss – Cupid

by | Dec 9, 2012 | | 0 Comments

It’s time for a very special Sunday Snog! This one is part of Blissemas and is a Blissekiss event. Which means… as well as getting some super hot snogging action, you can also win prizes!

The awesome Blisses are giving away a bundle of print books as a grand prize and all comments on all blogs will go into the draw to win the Kindle Fire, too. So make sure to leave a comment – there’s lots at stake!

CupidSo, without further ado, here’s my snog. It’s from my Christmas release, Reindeer Games: Cupid. It’s actually set in early January, but there’s definitely a holiday vibe about it! There are also several other books in the Reindeer Games series to check out!

Turning to face her, he felt simultaneous lurches in his chest and groin. She really was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. In all his long years, he didn’t think he’d felt quite this strongly about someone — and, if he was honest with himself, it scared him. Particularly since he knew it was going to kill him—not literally, of course—when they broke up.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

Cassius shook his head, as though to rid himself of his maudlin thoughts. “Nothing,” he replied, stepping towards her, “I was just thinking about how beautiful you are.”

She lowered her eyes demurely, and a wash of colour crept across her cheeks. It was totally adorable, and Cassius’ rapidly swelling cock leapt in response. She seemed to get a grip on herself, and looked back up at him. “Thank you. You’re pretty damn gorgeous yourself. Now kiss me.”

“It would be my pleasure.” He leaned down to do just that, but then stopped. “Oh, hang on one moment.”

A little crease appeared between her eyebrows as he backed off. Then he walked over to his bedside table, removed his glasses and put them down. “Okay, I’m all yours.”

“Well, thank fuck for that! Come here.” She shuffled back on the bed until she was leaning against the pillows, and patted the space next to her.

Cassius didn’t hesitate. He noticed she’d already taken off her shoes, and he quickly pulled his off before joining her on the mattress and moving instantly into her open arms. Their lips met, and once more Cassius was astounded by the strength of feeling he had for this woman. It was as though she’d cast some kind of spell on him, almost like the mating bond that some of his kind experienced. But he’d never expected to feel that—his reindeer colleagues were all spoken for, and he’d never been attracted to any of the girls, anyway. He’d resigned himself to the fact that any attachments he had would be of the human, not supernatural, variety.

As his tongue slipped sensuously against Carina’s, and their hands wandered across each other’s bodies, he came to the conclusion that was just fine. If this was human love, then he was more than happy with it. Carina was perfect — and for the time being, at least, she was his.


Check out the blurb and buy links here – it’s available from 17th December, and you can add it to your Goodreads shelves here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Victoria’s site and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted and get commenting in order to be in with a chance of winning some awesome prizes.

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Sunday Snog – A Taste of London

by | Dec 2, 2012 | | 3 Comments

Sunday Snog

A Taste of LondonThis week, I’ve chosen a snippet from my upcoming Ellora’s Cave book, A Taste of London. It’s the first in a series for their Ellora’s Cave for Men range, which basically means it’s pure erotica and focussed on male fantasy. Romance is allowed in the range, but it doesn’t appear in this particular story. It comes out on the 7th December, and pretty soon I’ll be working on the next instalment, A Taste of Paris. Also, just because it’s aimed at men doesn’t mean women can’t enjoy it, too. I’ve read other books from the Ellora’s Cave for Men series and enjoyed them very much! 😀

“Glad you could make it,” she said, slipping her arms around his waist and looking up at him. “I was beginning to think you’d done a runner.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Why would I want to do that? I mean, have you seen you? I was just making sure that no one saw what we were up to, that’s all. Doing as the lady asked.”

Rose raised an eyebrow. “And what lady would that be? I don’t see any lady.”

“Well, that may be true, but I’m here anyway. Now stop talking.”

He gave her no choice but to shut up as he leaned down and kissed her. He cupped her delicious arse cheeks in his hands and pulled her tightly to him, making damn sure she could feel his hard-on pressing against her.

Rose moaned and Ryan took advantage of her open mouth to slip his tongue inside and seek hers out. She responded immediately, deepening their kiss until it became so frantic and hungry that they pulled away after a few minutes, gasping. Ryan grinned as he looked down at Rose. Her hair was mussed, her eyes sparkled and she had vivid splashes of color that were definitely not makeup across her dimpled cheeks. He was pleased to know that he was having an effect on her, as she was on him.

“Fuck,” Rose said, running her fingers through her hair. “That was…” She paused, seemingly groping for the right word. “Fucking incredible.”

“I second that motion,” Ryan replied. “So how would you like to do it again?”

“Oh, I’d like to all right. But first let’s get naked.”

“You don’t need to tell me twice.”


Check out the blurb and buy links here.

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

Sunday Snog – The Sweetest Revenge

by | Nov 25, 2012 | | 1 Comment

Sunday Snog

Seven Deadly SinsI’ve had to cheat a tad this week. Luckily, Victoria Blisse has always said any kind of lips are acceptable. Therefore, below I’ve posted some seriously hot sentences below with the “other” kind of kissing. The excerpt is taken from my lesbian story, The Sweetest Revenge, which appears in the Seven Deadly Sins anthology, due to be published on the 30th November by Sweetmeats Press. I’m delighted to be snuggling between the covers of this super hot illustrated anthology with K D Grace, Rebecca Bond, Lily Harlem, Lexie Bay and Sarah Masters. We’ve all taken a “sin” and made it our own… enjoy!

Using her fingers to pull apart Mackenzie’s pussy lips, Abigail went to town on eating her out. She licked up all of the juices from the redhead’s vulva, deliberately avoiding her clit, then thrust her tongue inside her wet hole. Mackenzie moaned and writhed on the bed—though as her movement was restricted, she could do nothing about the fact her lover intended to tease her for as long as possible, before being allowed to come.

Abigail also moaned—the taste of Mackenzie’s cunt was delicious and she felt as though she was in heaven. She wanted nothing more than to make the younger girl come—which she knew would take a matter of minutes if she touched her clit—but was determined to hold back until Mackenzie was at absolutely fever pitch—and begging for it.

Sliding her tongue up, she felt Mackenzie tense beneath her. She held back a laugh. The other girl obviously thought she was going to lick her clit. No such luck. She simply flicked her tongue from side to side mere millimetres below the swollen bud of flesh, before moving back down. Only this time she didn’t stop when she got to Mackenzie’s entrance. She went lower, pushing open the redhead’s luscious ass cheeks and slipping her tongue between them and to the crinkled hole of her anus.

A yelp came from the head of the bed, and Abigail’s own arousal soared as Mackenzie’s breathing grew faster, and more juices gushed from her pussy, down her perineum and onto her waiting tongue. She pushed it deeper into the tight hole, thrusting and fucking and growing more frantic as she resisted the temptation to suck Mackenzie’s clit into her mouth and stimulate it until she climaxed.


Check out the blurb and buy links here.

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

New Release: Proving Santa Exists by Victoria Blisse

by | Nov 22, 2012 | | 0 Comments

Here’s something very special for you all. My good buddy and fellow Northern Bird Victoria Blisse has a new release – Proving Santa Exists! And here are all the details, so you can heat up your Kindle in the run up to Christmas.

Proving Santa ExistsBlurb:

When Jonathan transfers from the U.S to the Manchester branch of Computers Inc., Jenny is the first person to make him feel at home. Finding out about his bleak Christmases as a boy, she makes up her mind to involve him in all her English Christmas traditions.

Passion sparks between the two as they decorate the Christmas tree. Who would have thought such an innocent activity could become so sexually charged? Can Jenny succeed in seducing the hot American and also prove to him that Santa really does exist?

* Includes the Full Seasonal Recipes for meals & snacks mentioned in the story.

Bag your copy: Amazon UK | Amazon US

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Excerpt:

“How are you enjoying your Christmas so far?” I ask, the film credits fading into the background.

“It’s been amazing,” Jonathan enthuses as his eyes meet mine, then a serious shadow darkens their flame. “Christmas was never anything special when I was a kid. We never had a tree. The home said it cost too much and it was a fire hazard.”

I tut and shake my head.

“The highlight was the Santa. We knew he wasn’t real, just a man dressed as Santa. He’d bring each of us a toy. I got a little car one year. I still have it.”

“How come you knew it wasn’t the real Father Christmas?”

“Because we knew there was no real Santa. They told us so all the time. They told us not to get our hopes up because Santa didn’t exist and wouldn’t bring us what we wanted on Christmas Eve.”

“What?” I’m outraged. I feel my blood boiling with the harsh cruelty of it. “Santa does exist.”

“You don’t believe that, do you?” He shakes his head, his eyes wide.

“Yes, yes I do.” I nod my head emphatically. “Maybe not in the way a child does, but I heartily believe in the spirit of Father Christmas. I believe in the meaning behind the make-believe. My faith is in the giving, which is the true centre of the festive season—the heart of it all. It’s all about making life better for other people and, through that, enhancing your own life. Santa definitely exists.”

Suddenly, those lips are on mine again, and his arms wrap around me. I feel his cheek against my skin. I feel moisture there: the trail of a tear. I close my eyes and kiss back, giving. I give him the softest, gentlest kiss I can. I want him to feel cherished. My heart throbs in pain at the harshness he’s suffered in his life. I want to smooth over all those rough edges; I want him to see what I mean about Father Christmas existing.

I pull him closer to me. My arms wrap tighter around him, and I stroke his back to offer comfort. Our lips, in contrast, are joined lustfully. With every small move, I feel my heart beat harder and faster. I become dizzy with the speed at which the blood is whizzing around my body, making every inch of me zing with the created friction and heat. His body presses me back against the sofa arm, twisting my own beneath him.

His lips leave mine and kiss a fizzing trail of pleasure down my neck to my collar bone. His hands rise from their position on my hips to slide under my loose-fitting red jumper and up higher to cup my breasts. The shock of his cool hands through the thin, lacy gauze is deliciously arousing. I groan my appreciation as his fingers dig into the cups and ease out the masses of abundant tit-flesh beneath. Pushing the wool of my jumper up with the tops of his wrists, his lips leave the soft flesh at the hollow of my neck.

Moments later, after my jumper is completely removed, their warm wetness encompasses my nipple, sending even more intense ripples of pleasure throughout my body. I feel him shift until he’s on his knees in front of me. One of my legs is still on the floor, the other is crossed in front of my pubis. I slip a hand between our bodies, running it under his shirt, feeling that soft, supple skin that I’ve only just glimpsed before. I follow the soft trail of hair down from his belly button to the top of his jeans. I feel more than hear the moan he emits from around my nipple as I pop open the brass button, then slide down the zipper.

I can’t believe I am being so forward, but as he doesn’t move to stop me, I yank his jeans and his boxers down to the middle of his thighs. My action emboldens him and he moves back, allowing me to spread my thighs around him. Jonathan strokes down to my legs and pulls up the full length of long, billowing skirt, his mouth still feasting on the white meat of my breasts. A hand of mine rubs through the wiry hair trailing down to his cock. When my flesh touches his, I melt. He’s hard and hot and very willing.

Bag your copy: Amazon UK | Amazon US

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Victoria BlisseVictoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

Find out more at http://victoriablisse.co.uk or follow and friend Victoria: http://twitter.com/victoriablisse http://facebook.com/victoriablisse

Sunday Snog – No Boys Allowed

by | Nov 18, 2012 | | 0 Comments

Sunday Snog

No Boys AllowedHere’s a saucy snippet from my story, No Boys Allowed, which appears in the House of Erotica mini-anthology of the same name. It contains three of my sexy Sapphic tales.

But then, she thought, would that be such a bad thing? It wasn’t a crime to be attracted to a flatmate, was it? And the only way she’d find out if Kacey felt the same was if she said—or did—something.

She didn’t get the chance. The questions and thoughts were still whirring through her head when Kacey shuffled along the sofa towards her and put a hand on her knee.

“Look, I wouldn’t normally be this forward, but hey, I’ve had a couple of glasses of wine. Plus I want to get this over with so whatever the outcome is, we can get on with our lives. I like you—have done since I met you—and I’m just wondering… if you feel the same?”

Leigh snorted. She couldn’t help it. She’d been so busy psyching herself up to make a move on Kacey that it simply hadn’t occurred to her that the reverse was also happening. “I was just going to say something rather similar myself.”

Kacey’s eyes widened. “Seriously? I was convinced you were going to tell me to get lost. But I just knew that if I didn’t ask, I’d never know. But now it seems that I would have known, because if I hadn’t asked, you’d have asked me. Oh, you know what I mean! Come here.”

Now the two of them knew their feelings were reciprocated, the awkwardness dissipated. Leigh moved into Kacey’s open arms, and wrapped her own around the other girl. There were mere millimetres between their faces. They stared at one another for a few seconds, tension sizzling below the surface. Leigh watched as Kacey’s lips curved into a devilish smile, then she bit her lip, as though trying to behave.

Leigh smiled back, and the spell was broken. Good behaviour was no longer an option. They both moved to close the gap between them. Leigh closed her eyes and pulled in a breath through her nostrils as their lips touched. There was a faint taste of lip balm. Cherry, or strawberry perhaps, she wasn’t sure. She quickly stopped caring as their kiss deepened, and she slid her tongue into the moist warmth of Kacey’s mouth. She sought the other girl’s tongue, and they tangled together, battling for dominance. There was give and take, however, and they explored one another’s mouths, tasting, tickling, teasing. It was delicious; soft, warm, and unbelievably erotic. A groan issued from deep in her throat.

Then Kacey sucked Leigh’s bottom lip into her mouth. The dampness between her thighs increased, and the throbbing of her clit intensified. She moved her hands around to Kacey’s front and cupped her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and smiling as she felt the other girl’s nipples stiffen beneath her palms. She pinched them, and smiled when Kacey made an indignant noise—all without breaking their kiss.

Moving one hand up behind Kacey’s neck and tangling it into her hair, Leigh pulled the brunette more tightly to her. Their kissing grew more frenzied, urgent; tongues dancing and caressing one another, breathing increasingly erratic, bodies pressing together. Leigh’s heart pounded, and the pulse in her throat raced. The soft warmth of the other girl’s mouth against her own was sending her into a blissful pre-orgasmic meltdown.

Suddenly Kacey pulled back, heaving a sigh. “Phew.” She grinned. “What’s say we take this into my room?”


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