February 19th, 2014 | 1 Comment »

Guest post! From erotica writer extraordinaire KD Grace! Whom I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. In fact, we took each other’s pictures next to giant marble penis columns, but that’s a story for another time. Today’s story is about her new one, Fulfilling the Contract.  So I will turn the blog over to her.

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Thanks for having me over, Shar! What a pleasure to be here on day three of the Fulfilling the Contract blog tour. How appropriate that I get to talk about fun in Vegas on your blog. You were there when Elsa and Nick’s story really began. In fact, you may recognise some of the piccies.

I never expected to like Vegas. It was way down my list of touristy places to check out. But in September 2011, the Erotic Authors Association had a conference there. I was going to see my sister in Oregon about that same time, so I was able to make the trip work. I was looking forward to the conference. I was looking forward meeting some of my heroes in the erotica world – including the exotic, secretive Sharazade – But seeing Vegas … not so much.

I arrived from England jet-lagged and loggy, in need of a good walk. It was an easy 90 degrees out on the Strip, and after I got checked into the Flamingo I headed out exploring. I figured I could duck into the air conditioning as needed, but I wanted to find out for myself just what made Vegas the place of legends.

I was in love with the place in my first ten minutes. I walked amid a festive crowd. Some were carrying brightly coloured cocktails in ginormous plastic take-out cups, some were toting rucksack, shaded from the sun by baseball caps, some wore nosebleed heals and skirts that might have been tattooed on. It was an erotica writer’s dream come true. Everywhere there was a sense of decadent, naughtiness, a sense of ‘I won’t tell if you don’t-ness.’ It felt like everyone was brazenly and cheerfully flashing each other, because they knew, in the midst of so many people doing exactly the same, anonymity was guaranteed. I only ever remember feeling that way in one other place, and that was New Orleans.

But Vegas isn’t New Orleans. There’s no sense of what’s old and connected in Vegas. Vegas could very well be a desert mirage. It pops up out of the Mojave like an oasis of gigantic glass and concrete neon-bedecked dildos. Freud would be intrigued. And so was I. Nothing is real, in fact everything is meant to make you forget reality for a few days and let your id dance naked in the soaring fountain in front of The Bellagio.

I’m a hater of crowds, and I like my feet well-rooted. I don’t like fake and I can’t be bothered with casinos. And yet, I absolutely fell head-over-heels in love with Vegas. Vegas is glitz and glam standing brazen and defiant against the desolation of endless desert and distant mountains. I love that contrast. The view from the high rise hotels is the edge of civilisation and the stunning space that stretches beyond. The views! Vegas is surely all about views. Vegas is a city built for the eyes — sparkle, colour, shape, people watching at its best.

After that first time, I hadn’t been back to England very long before Elsa and Nick began to fill my thoughts with their Vegas views, with their voyeuristic fantasies that could have been set in no other city. The story had to be written, and it had to be a sequel to The Initiation of Holly, thus it became book two of The Mount Series. Mount Vegas is very different from The Mount in London, but then in a city that’s so young and so brazen and so desperate to be seen and admired, how could it not be?

I went back last spring leaving the drizzle and fog of South England for the desert warmth. I wrote pages of notes and observations. I walked the Strip playing out scenes in my head between Elsa and Nick. I drove in the desert, thinking about Nick’s house outside the city, thinking about his love for the empty spaces. I even spent couple of hours in a casino. It could have been tedious, me with my dwindling $10 worth of quarters. But I wasn’t there alone. Nick and Elsa were whispering in my ear, sharing naughty plans for a scene at a Blackjack table. And I wrote still more pages of notes. In that sun-drenched, neon-studded five days, the one thing I was certain of when I boarded the plane at McCarran Airport was that I would most definitely be back.

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Blurb:

Limo driver, NICK CHASE’s bad night gets worse when he picks up TANYA POVIC at a bar only to discover the explosive sex they share lands her in breach of her very strange contract. Blaming himself that Tanya will lose the large completion bonus earmarked for her mother’s surgery, Nick negotiates with her boss, the tough and mysterious ELSA CRANE, to allow him to fulfill Tanya’s contract and secure her bonus.

Elsa runs Mount Vegas, which offers voyeuristic pleasures for a price. Nick’s job, with Elsa and her quirky team, is to give clients something worth watching through the plate glass windows of Vegas’s luxury hotels and beyond. The learning curve is steep and kinky. As Nick and Elsa’s relationship sizzles and ignites more than hotel room rendezvouses are exposed. In this sequel to The Initiation of Ms Holly things get positively dangerous as Rita Holly and her team are called in from London to lend a helping hand. Bets are being placed. Will Nick fulfill the contract? Will he and Elsa take the gamble? And will they find a way to win at the high stakes, double or nothing, game of hearts?

Available from: http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/fulfilling-the-contract/

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Excerpt:

‘Surely you can give Tanya one more chance,’ Nick said. ‘And really, it was my fault. I’d had a bad day and I wasn’t on my best behaviour.’

Elsa tossed the headset back onto the dressing table and rubbed the back of her neck. ‘Mr Chase, unless you want to fulfil Tanya’s contract for her, this conversation is over. It’s been a long day, and I’ve had enough. Pagan will escort the two of you back downstairs and since Tanya no longer works for me, I don’t care if you fuck her brains out. Now if you’d –’

‘Alright,’ Nick interrupted. ‘I will.’

Suddenly all eyes were on him. ‘Tell me what to do and I’ll fulfil the contract for her.

After all, it’s my fault she’s in breach.’

Tanya gave a little yelp that sounded like a kitten in distress and Elsa laughed out loud. ‘Mr Chase, you don’t even know what Tanya’s contract involves.’

‘I assume it has something to do with what’s going on in room 2031. It’s not prostitution is it?’

‘No! No, is not prostitution,’ Tanya said, the excitement nearly vibration through her voice. ‘Is nothing like that.’

‘Well actually it’s something like that,’ Elsa corrected. ‘My people get paid for sex.’

‘I don’t understand,’ Nick said.’

She nodded him over to one of the scopes set up at the bedroom window. When he balked, she nodded again. ‘Go ahead; check out what’s going on in room 2031.’

Nick nearly knocked the scope out of focus at his first view of the naked ass of a man pistoning his cock into a woman bent over a big bed. Her head was buried between the legs of another woman, who was pinching her own nipples for all she was worth and writhing beneath the serious tongue action.

‘Then they are prostitutes.’ Nick’s voice was suddenly a whisper, as though he feared he might disturb the people he viewed through the scope.

‘No.’ Elsa leaned close to him as though she could see over his shoulder. ‘They all work for me, and they get paid a lot of money to have sex with each other while someone else watches.’

With difficulty, Nick took his eyes off what was going on in the scope. He suddenly felt dizzy. ‘Let me get this straight, these people –’ he nodded around the room ‘– All of these people and those –’ he pointed to the scope ‘—have sex with each other and people pay money to watch.’

Elsa nodded ‘A lot of money.’

‘And that’s what Tanya was doing? That’s what the contract’s about, having sex and letting people watch?’

‘That’s what the contract’s about,’ Elsa said. With a smirk, she pulled Tanya’s red panties out of Nick’s pocket where he’d forgotten he’d stuffed after he’d picked them up from the parking lot at the Mango. She handed them back to Tanya and replaced them with a black business card, briskly patting his pocket as she did so. ‘I know how much you loath your job, Mr Chase, and I can almost guarantee you’d find what Tanya does a lot more satisfying. But –’ she ran a hand down and gave his crotch a quick grope ‘– It takes some serious balls.’

He elbowed her away and shoved past Tanya and Pagan. ‘You people are all crazy if you think I would … if you think I might …’

Elsa offered him a smile that he felt, much to his discomfort, right down between his legs. Then she lifted an eyebrow and gave a shrug that made the dark gloss of her hair shimmer in the subdued lighting. ‘You asked.’

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About K D Grace

K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available. She was nominated for ETO’s Best Erotic Author 2013.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition are all available.

Find K D Here:                       

Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/

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April 20th, 2013 | 2 Comments »

Ah… disclaimer. I edited and published this book — or rather, re-edited and republished it, since it originally was released by the fantastic-but-no-longer-in-business OC Press. So yeah, I’m touting something I have a stake in. But it’s something I’ve read and re-read, and I love it! So I will tout it!

I love the concept — being attracted to someone who really isn’t your type. In this case, really really isn’t your type. What do you do, in that case? Do you let your head talk your heart out of it? Do you let your, ahem, baser instincts talk you into it? I don’t think there’s one blanket answer for every couple. But I like this couple’s solution.

I also like the premise for the story, the “hot delivery guy.” Like Kay, I work from home, and I do love getting boxes and packages in the mail, even when they’re work. And after a while, I do get to know the mail carrier, the regular FedEx people, the DHL guy… although the only person I ever met in a bathrobe was a woman. “I bet you see this a lot,” I said in my embarrassment. “Not really,” she answered, not making it any better! But enough about me. Let’s have Kay explain how this story came about.

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Couriers, Cardboard boxes, and Kink

I’m delighted to visit Sharazade’s wonderful blog today- and even more thrilled that my kinky courier Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man has found a permanent home with her publishing house 1001 Nights Press!

So — why did I write about a kinky courier? Well…

For the last twelve years or so I have been employed by a company that allows me to work from home. As a consequence, all my work needs to be sent to me — and that means dealing with a great many different delivery companies, and therefore couriers every week.

Being a friendly type — and very nosey — I have struck up friendships with a number of these guys (not had a female courier to date — but maybe one day!) and boy, am I here to tell you that they have imaginations that make even me blush!! All day on their own, doing nothing but driving and looking at cardboard boxes — their minds wander, their eyes shine like the devil himself… Oh, and they drink very sweet tea!!

The more I got to know these blokes back in the early days of my job, the more I realised that story material was just waiting to be tapped from them — and before long I had enough ideas harvested from their flirty comments, to write a different sexy tale every day for the rest of my life! Instead, I wrote Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures with a Delivery Man

When Jenny’s regular film courier, John, reveals how she has become the centre of his sexual dream world, Jenny’s quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought she’d long since abandoned. 

One unexpected, head swimming romp later, and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again, and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend that it hadn’t happened?

When the following Tuesday arrives and John reappears on Jenny’s doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There is only one problem. John really really isn’t Jenny’s type…

The majority of the couriers I have encountered over the years have caught onto the fact that a little flirting goes a long way. Something that my Not Her Type storyline takes full advantage of — exercising the forever naughty imagination of my delivery men to extremes!!

I’ve only every come across two exceptions to this chirpy courier mould so far! These contenders for ‘the grumpiest delivery man in the world’, and are luckily employed by a company I seldom have to use! I honestly think it might kill them both to crack a smile! I frequently have the urge to tell them how much they are letting the side down! Hasn’t anyone ever told them that a smile to your customers makes the day go some much quicker- not to mention it makes it SO much more fun!

The number of women (and men) that have serious delivery guy/gal fantasies is HUGE!! Over the years my courier boys have told me many tales- mostly true- about being hit on, upon the doorstep.  My favourite being that of the driver who has to call on a particular woman every Monday with a stationery order; every time- even though the order always arrives at about 2pm- she opens the door to her courier in the nude- and every time he has to pretend he hasn’t noticed! Her courier is obviously EXACTLY her type- or perhaps she just goes for the smell of cardboard?? Stranger things have happened!

If my boys are to be believed, then they are regularly flashed at, propositioned, and in one less amusing case, stalked. It makes the unwanted attention one gets when writing erotica look positively tame by comparison!!  But face it boys — on the whole — YOU LOVE IT!!!

So to all you courier fantasists out there- I hope Not Her Type; Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man hits the spot for you!! Here’s an extract to keep you going!!

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Where the hell is he?

It was already two o’clock. Over the past months, even before things had become physical, Jenny had gotten used to John arriving at almost exactly one in the afternoon. His failure to appear by two was beginning to worry her. Sometimes he delivered her weekly quota of DVDs five minutes early, sometimes he brought them ten minutes late, but he had never been this late. Never a whole hour behind schedule.

 Perhaps he’s on holiday… Perhaps he’s ill? Has he got sick kids that he needs to look after? Has the van broken down somewhere remote? What if the van’s been in a crash, what if…?

A multitude of crises, big and small, roamed Jenny’s head. A sense of helplessness crept over her, and she started pacing around the house without really registering what she was doing. ‘I don’t even have his number, for goodness’ sake!’ Jenny railed at the kitchen at large, fussing with the dishes she’d left to drain by the sink. ‘Does he even have a mobile phone? Surely everyone has one!’

Peering out of the window through the pouring autumn rain, hoping to see the film library van turn onto the road, she gave herself a shake. This is ridiculous! You’re not some love-struck teenager. He’s probably been held up for some logically dull reason. You pay his company to deliver your films, so they WILL be delivered. Stop being pathetic, and go do some work, woman!

Forcing herself to be sensible, Jenny sat at her computer desk and studied the wild arrangement of ultra-dull spreadsheets that confronted her. She might as well have been trying to read Mandarin for all the sense she could make of the invoices she was supposed to be processing. It was hopeless. Consumed with desire, all she could think about was that John was not with her. That his strong hands were not walking across her flesh, that his mouth wasn’t against her own, that the arousal the afternoon had promised had been left hanging. She got up again, returning aimlessly to her vigil, pacing by the kitchen window.

Damn, he promised we’d have time to share information about each other today. Will I ever get to know more about my hot delivery man?

That was when it hit her. Jenny stopped dead, her stockinged feet gliding a little against the tiled floor. Approximately half an hour a week, that’s all she had with this guy. So far that meant they’d been together, in the biblical sense, for less than four hours. Yet it had assumed such massive importance. It was just sex, for goodness’ sake! And just sex without ties is exactly what I need after the disastrous relationships I’ve had in the past! But even as she thought it, Jenny knew it wasn’t that simple. After so long living like a hermit, the genie had been let out of the bottle, and, like it or not, she knew she couldn’t go back to being celibate again.

Trying and failing to ignore the intensifying dampness between her legs, Jenny marched back into the living room and glanced again at the clock that glowed at the bottom right-hand corner of her computer screen. It was a quarter past two. Wiping her sweaty hands down the back of her jeans, she decided to be practical.

So, John’s not going to come; or if he is coming, he’ll be running so late that he’ll be in a tearing rush and won’t have time to stop. Therefore, if I want to get anything done this afternoon, I’ll have to take some personal action.

The instant she thought about going it alone, Jenny’s breasts, craving the attention they’d been anticipating for the last hour, puckered against her black satin bra. Leaning back in her swivel chair, closing her eyes, she imagined that her fingers belonged to John. Running them slowly across her thin maroon shirt, she undid the buttons one at a time. Jenny couldn’t help but giggle as she pictured John’s chunky fingers stumbling over the tiny fastenings, getting so frustrated he would jerk the whole garment over her head.

Throwing the blouse to the floor, stroking her palms over her tits, she teased her nipples through the soft material of her bra. Exhaling slowly, letting go of some of the tension that had built up in the seemingly endless wait for her courier, she allowed a single digit to stray around the waistband of her jeans.

The insistent ringing of the front doorbell interrupted Jenny’s musings and, half-naked, she dashed to the door. John hastened inside, grumbling about road-work and customers who lost rented DVDs. His face, however, showed amused approval at her disheveled state, and he grinned, ‘Nice bra, Jen! You couldn’t wait for me, then?’ before he assaulted her breasts with his mouth.

Sighing, Jenny asked, ‘Are you sure you have time?’ Her question was genuine, but as she spoke, John’s fingers travelled firmly over her rigid nipples sending a quake of need through her nervous system that she couldn’t have hidden if her life depended on it.

‘Don’t ask stupid questions.’ John wrenched his pants down a few inches. ‘I’ve been pumping blood down there for the last two hours thinking of you, babe. Of course I’m up for it!’

Without bothering to remove his rain-soaked coat, John hauled Jenny’s denims and knickers off. Positioning her so she was crouched over the edge of the sofa, her face in the cushions, her knees spread apart on the floor, John impaled his cock into her soaking pussy. Grasping her hips in his calloused hands, he drove into her with such vigor that the sofa shifted across the carpet…

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If you’d like to find out what  happens next, you can buy Not Her Type in e-book format from

Amazon US and Amazon UK. (And the other Amazons too, of course.) Soon out in paperback, too!

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Kay Jaybee should really be sitting in a dusty university library, translating Medieval Latin criminal records and writing research documents that hardly anyone will ever want to read! However, one day back in 2005, an idea came to her for a story that was so saucy she had no option but to write it down!

Over the years, Kay has lived and worked in Scotland, Wales, and all over England. Currently tucked up in the southwest of England, she is bringing up her family with one hand and writing with the other.

So far, Kay has written over 70 short stories and had 14 solo publications, including the novels Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), and The Perfect Submissive (Xcite, 2011); the novellas Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus (Sweetmeats Press, 2011); the anthologies The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment (All Romance, 2012), Yes, Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One, Quick Kink Two (Xcite, 2010), The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 1st ed. 2008, 2nd ed. 2012, and the short story Punished (Sweetmeats Press, 2013).

You can find details of Kay’s work at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

You can follow Kay on Twitter- kay_jaybee

And on Facebook- http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor

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April 1st, 2013 | No Comments »

 

Whoo hoo! One of my favorite authors, both for what she writes and for who she is, has done it again! I know this one is good because —  ahem — I edited it. So I’ve read it through a few times. It’s part of Katie’s Imortalis series, and yet it could be easily read and loved on its own. This one features the hot side-kick Nicholas. Hot as in hot-tempered, and as in … heh … just hot. ;) Read it and see!

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Synopsis:

A gathering storm of violence is on the horizon. Whispered threats of the Acta Sanctorum’s return have the supernatural world abuzz. Only recently aware of the other world hidden behind our own, Kitara Vanders has barely scratched the surface of what being supernatural truly means. A special woman in her own right, she possesses unique telepathic abilities, gifts that have recently come under the scrutiny of the Acta Sanctorum, a fanatical organization whose mission is to cleanse the world of anything supernatural. Targeted and marked for death, Kitara’s only hope lies with the lethally seductive yet emotionally scarred warrior Nicholas.

Knowing full well the atrocities of which the Acta Sanctorum is capable, Nicholas is all too eager for the battle to begin. Fueled by pain and rage from the loss of his mate, he’s itching for a fight, but one thing stands in his way: Kitara, a beautiful dark-haired woman with unique psychic abilities and an unusual link to the Saints. Despite his resolve to remain focused on his mission, a purely physical relationship binds them together in a way neither of them expected. And when her life hangs in the balance, Nicholas finds his own is teetering on the edge too.

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Shall we have an excerpt? Oh, yes, let’s!

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“You act like you haven’t seen a woman before.” Kitara teased.

“It’s been a long time.”

She must have picked up the hesitation in his voice. “I’m sorry, was that rude of me? I just meant—”

Nicholas silenced her with a finger. “Tonight is for us. No pain. No past. Just this.” He had to remind himself as well. He found himself connecting with her in ways he had not thought possible before. But she was not his. And would never be. Tonight was for fun. Stress relief. Taking their mind off things. Hell, any excuse would work, but the bottom line was, none of this would happen again.

His hand traveled down to the small thatch of curls between her legs. He captured her lips again as his fingers found her clit. She was so wet, so hot, and Nicholas loved the way her body responded to his touch.

Kitara moaned into his mouth as he rolled her nub between his fingers. She reached out and wove her fingers into his soft dark hair, tugging and yanking as he hit just the right spots.

He loved that little tug and pull as she tightened her grip in response to his movements, encouraging him to do more. Nicholas gently pinched and parted her nether lips, then dipped a finger into the heat between.

She was already sopping wet. Kitara whimpered as Nicholas coated his fingers in her sweet juices.

The heady scent of her arousal taunted him. He needed a taste. Nicholas pulled away from her delicious lips and met her lusty eyes. “Lie back.” It was an order, not a request, and one Kitara was more than willing to follow.

She relaxed back onto the mattress and spread her legs out in offering to him.

Nicholas shucked off his clothes and knelt before her reverently, as if praying to the gods for the bountiful feast that lay before him.

He slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted her legs up to pull her closer. He dragged in a long, slow breath, taking in every note of her sweet perfume before giving her a gentle lash of his tongue.

Her body jerked as his velvety tongue swirled across her engorged clit. He nibbled at it and sucked it hard into his mouth. Kitara couldn’t hold back her whimpering sobs, begging with each panting breath for more.

Nicholas continued his exploration. He delved between her folds, lapping up her juice like a cat with cream, savoring her sweet essence.

He could spend all day drinking from her fountain and enjoying the sounds of her pleasure. He traced every inch of her lips with his tongue as if mapping out every delectable inch of her.

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There’s more where that came from! Find Dark Salvation at these e-tailers:

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Katie Salidas is a Super Woman! Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She can get the munchkins off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim lessons.  She can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, She still finds the time to keep the hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this and still have time to write.

And if you can believe all of those lies, there is some beautiful swamp land in Florida for sale…

Katie Salidas resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. Mother, wife, and author, she does try to do it all, often causing sleep deprivation and many nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is her passion, and she hopes that her passion will bring you hours of entertainment.
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February 18th, 2013 | 1 Comment »

 

No, no, no, that is not a mistake! It should not be “Digging Deeply.” Read on to find out why …

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Diversionary Thinking

by

Kay Jaybee

Many thanks to Sharazade for inviting me along today, to talk a little about my latest e-novella from Xcite, Digging Deep.

Blurb:

Dr Beth Andrew’s first foreign excavation as a site leader, which she co-run’s with the American archaeologist Dr Harrison Harris, gets off to a shaky start due to the jealous interference of Harrison’s ex, and an overzealous student… Love and lust really can cloud even the cleverest person’s judgement!

Working under extremes of temperature is a challenge to say the least. As an archaeologist excavating in the Sousse area of Tunisia many years ago, I found this out the hard way. With the sun searing our backs at a less than comfortable 120 degrees, we knelt daily to our sand shifting labours, excavating an Ancient Roman bath house. Then, at night time, as we lay on thin camping mats’ against a bare concrete floor, the temperature would drop to almost freezing. It was clear to us all that survival techniques would be required to stop us going mad from overheating and lack of sleep!

All these years later, and I have never forgotten how difficult it was to operate in those conditions; even though I was doing a job that I absolutely loved. So when I decided to reflect some of my archaeological experiences within Digging Deep, it seemed obvious to develop a very special coping mechanism for my lead character Dr Beth Andrews- something fun to help her concentrate on her work while being boiled then frozen!

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…Irritably adjusting her wide-brimmed hat for the third time in as many minutes, Dr Beth Andrews felt the sting of the African sun sear the back of her neck through the tresses of her long, ginger hair.

She never dreamt she’d miss the stubborn, muddy clay of the British earth she was used to hunting through in her search for archaeological data, but the uncooperatively fine white sand of North Africa was enough to try the patience of a saint.

Throwing down her brush in overheated exasperation, Beth thought fondly of her excavation trowel. Her tool of choice had quickly been rendered obsolete in the face of so much sand, and a job that was, by necessity, slow was reduced to a snail’s pace as the metre by metre square of the Ancient Roman bath house site in which she worked backfilled in on itself with every sweep of her light bristled brush.

It had been a dream come true for Beth when she’d been selected to lead the University of Wales’s excavation team, digging the sprawling Ancient Roman city of Lepti Major on the outskirts of Sousse in Tunisia. She had longed to experience new exotic sites and see new exotic sights. The chance to uncover stunning mosaics and city roads that hadn’t been trodden for 1000 years was an opportunity she’d had no intention of letting pass by.

The fact she’d be sharing responsibility for the site with her archaeological hero, the unimaginatively named Dr Harrison Harris from Colorado, an American academic who’d been the subject of many of Beth’s private fantasies since she’d fallen in love with his work, not to mention the photograph of him on the back cover of his books, in her first year as a student, was neither here nor there.

Flicking her eyes covertly over towards Harrison, Beth averted her attention away from the slight increase in her pulse rate by recalling what the site’s previous supervisor had said about working in Africa’s extreme temperatures. “Scalding by day, and freezing by night”. Linda had warned Beth that her freckle-spotted, sensitive flesh would loathe being either fried or frozen just as much as her archaeological brain would relish the challenge of constructing a city from its remains…

…It hadn’t taken Beth more than a few hours of digging in the unshaded bath house on her first day to see that a survival technique was required to prevent the elements disrupting her professional judgement. She tried thinking about work, home, rain, and even walks in the snow as she worked, but only one thing successfully diverted her attention from the exposure of her unusually pale flesh to the elements, and that was to allow her mind to fill with erotic scenarios and fantasies, while her fingers got on with the job in hand.

This specialised amusement had the benefit of taking her mind off the sun that managed to scald her back even through three layers of thin cotton, and had the added bonus of warming her at night. Lying on her thin camping mattress, Beth would recall all she’d pondered during the day, engendering an ardour between her thighs that her fingers deftly maximised, leaving her physically warmer and bodily sated, and thus making it easier for her to fall asleep.

At first, Beth had been determined that Harrison would not feature in her erotic musings. Her resolve had not lasted long, however, and although she did her best to make the men in her sexy survival scenarios anonymous, the American’s face crept in with increasing frequency.

Manoeuvring a layer of burning sand from one side of her section to the other, Beth considered her colleague. His reputation as an expert in Roman archaeology was renowned. Beth had never dreamt she’d ever meet him, let alone work with him as an equal. His knowledge and academic intellect had been enough to make her heart flutter for years. Yet what Harrison was like in reality was not at all how she’d assumed he’d be.

She’d envisaged him as being chatty, tall, slim, dark-haired, and weather-tanned. He’d probably wear glasses for reading, and be forever clad in T-shirts and large-pocketed shorts as he leapt around excavations like a gazelle.

In fact, she’d hardly heard Harrison’s distinct Colorado accent. He seemed to prefer his own company to that of the group. When he did talk to Beth, he called her “doll,” which made her feel like a lump of mass-produced, animated plastic.

Harrison was about 5 foot 7, not the 6 foot plus she’d pictured, and his spiked hair was a sun-kissed blond and not brown. His build was stocky and muscular, his bare arms and legs permanently gritted with granules of sand, and although he moved with a speed which would have been the envy of any gazelle, he managed to proceed around the site somehow without making a sound.

The problem is, Beth thought as she traced the outline of what she suspected might be a Roman drain gully, I built up an image of him based on a book cover’s black-and-white out of date headshot, and I was way off.

She’d been right about Harrison wearing knee-length shorts, though. Everyone on the dig wore such shorts, except for the stick thin, heavy-chested blonde on the American team, who might as well have been wearing knickers her shorts were so scanty. Beth sighed as she looked down at her own attire. A protective covering of baggy clothing shrouded her limbs, and her porcelain neck was hidden beneath spirals of her ginger hair, which glowed as if she’d been hit by radiation rather than African sunlight.

Ryan wasn’t helping either. The most charismatic of her students had been so enthusiastic on his first morning that he’d headed to the site before everybody else, without waiting for Beth to detail where to dig. Consequently, he’d powered through the ground in an alarmingly gung-ho manner, neglected the recording of each strata-graphic layer and, with his six-pack and biceps shining against 120 degrees of sunshine, had crashed his shovel into the corner of a mosaic that had been safely protected by the landscape for hundreds of years, breaking off half-a-dozen exquisitely coloured tesserra tiles, and rendering one of the depicted Medusa’s snakes partially headless.

Beth had gone ballistic. To his credit, Ryan had been mortified. He’d begged her not to tell anyone. For the sake of the university’s reputation, not to mention her fear that Harrison would take one look at her careless student, assume she was no good at supervision, and send her home, she had agreed it would be their secret. Ever since, however, Ryan had been driving Beth mad with his attempts to make it up to her at every opportunity.

Only that morning he’d lent so close to Beth as he informed her he was going to make up for his blunder that his soft Welsh tones had vibrated against her skin. His manner was so blatantly suggestive that she hadn’t been able to prevent the inappropriate smile that had very briefly crossed her lips…

…What exactly is Ryan offering? she wondered. A sneaky snog behind the equipment cupboard? A cooling down of my chest with his tongue? Or is he more ambitious than that? Does he imagine me naked, face down, spread-eagled over an empty wheelbarrow with his cock between my legs; or see us together in the shower, washing off the worst of the sand that seems to be permanently stuck to my body while he shoves his dick down my throat?

For goodness’ sake, woman! She chided herself. Beth was surprised to find her chest, whose generous size she’d always loved before, but now heartily wished was small enough to go without the extra layer of material her bra provided, was becoming taut. Cross with herself, she shook her hair out from beneath her hat, as if trying to dislodge the thoughts from her head. Having random erotic dreams might be the only thing that keeps you sane in this blast furnace – but you must not consider your students! Get a grip!

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Even though Beth’s adventures are purely fictitious, the bizarre effect of too much heat is very real. There is nothing like an uncomfortable working environment to make us all lose our sense of perspective, and turn the most convivial, laid back, person into a paranoid mess… have a read, you’ll see what I mean…

 

If you’d like to find out what happens next, then Digging Deep is available as an e-novella from

Amazon US and Amazon UK.

 

Bio:

Kay Jaybee wrote the novels Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), The Perfect Submissive (Xcite 2012), as well as the novellas, Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 60 short stories published by Cleis Press (inc. Best of Best Women’s Erotica 2, Best Women’s Erotica 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2012; Best Bondage 2012 and 2013, Sweet Love, Smooth, Gotta Have It, Sweet Confessions), Black Lace (Sexy Little Numbers), Mammoth (The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica), Xcite (inc.Ultimate Sin, Boy Fun, Power Play, Threesomes, Finger Music, Tricks For Kicks), Penguin (Oysters and Chocolate; Erotic Stories of Every Flavor), Seal (Oysters and Chocolate; Nice Girls, Naughty Sex),and Sweetmeats Press (Immoral Views).

Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

You can follow Kay on Twitter at @kay_jaybee

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January 7th, 2013 | 1 Comment »

I remember thinking once that I’d reserve this blog for interviews with erotica writers, and reviews of erotica, as well as my own thoughts. But erotica spills over, of course, into things like … well, I don’t really get “zombie erotica,” to be honest. But I get erotic scenes in romance. Of course! And I love romance in my erotica. So when I saw the chance to host Bella Andre … yeah, I grabbed it, of course! Her romances are steamy, and she’s a prolific and successful indie author, and I admire the heck out of that.

As a disclaimer, I have to say that I did not write the interview questions that appear below. But I selected the interview with Bella as a writer as the piece I most wanted for my blog. It’s good stuff. Oh, and there are prizes. I should say that too. “There are prizes!” But if you’re interested in how an indie author became such a successful author, I think the real prize is in the content of her interview. So read on! Please note her answer to #10 especially! (Oh, and I don’t mean to be crass, but … you know why we get such great content? You know why authors do blog tours — which are a ton of work for them and great value for readers? So you can try their books! Of course! The Sullivan books are just $5 a pop at the moment. Treat yourself.)

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Please enjoy this interview with Bella Andre, New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of the contemporary romance series, The Sullivans. Then read on to learn how you can win huge prizes as part of this blog tour, including special romantic swag baskets for each book, an iPad Mini, Kindle Fire, Nook Color, and Kobo eReader, and Amazon and iTunes gift cards!

 

Interview with Bella Andre

about her writing habits and success

 

1. Tell us about writing and publishing your very first novel. What were your expectations when you first waded into the self-publishing pond? Is there anything you would do differently if given another chance?

I honestly had no expectations other than some of my loyal readers would finally get a chance to read my book – and that was enough for me. Meeting so many new readers and fans has been icing on a cake I had no idea was being served.

2. You’re an icon in the indie publishing community. Your success is something we all aspire to. What do you believe has been the greatest contributing factor to the success of your novels?

Thank you, that’s lovely to hear. I’ve so enjoyed self-publishing these past couple of years, and I’ve been lucky to have the most wonderful fans with me every step of the way. There are so many things that go into success, but I think my focus and determination – along with the best readers in the world – have been the biggest factors.

3. What was your reaction when you first found out you broke onto the New York Times and USA Today best-sellers’ lists? How did you celebrate?

Actually, it’s kind of a funny story. I was on my way to the RWA National conference last summer and was sitting in the airport in Albany, New York when I found out I had three books on the USA Today bestsellers list. I called my husband and we had a mini celebration on the phone. I flew into Atlanta where I was switching planes for Anaheim, and when we landed I turned on my phone and checked my email. An agent (not mine, I was agentless at the time) had emailed me with the title “CONGRATULATIONS, New York Times!” That was when I found out I also had three books on the New York Times bestseller list…and I started crying. On the airplane. With a very conservative woman sitting next to me. She must have thought I was losing it, because she promptly turned her back on me.  Of course I called my husband and cried happy tears some more. That night when I got into Anaheim, all of my closest writing friends came up to my room and we celebrated. It was AWESOME!

4. You’ve recently shared some very exciting news—Harlequin MIRA has optioned the print rights for The Sullivans in a record-breaking seven-figure deal. Congratulations! How did this transpire? And how does it affect your writing and publishing plans?

Thank you, I’m beyond thrilled about it and Harlequin have been a dream to work with. They are so incredibly enthusiastic about putting The Sullivans out in paperback in English all over the world, with a simultaneous launch in the US, the UK, Canada and Australia starting this June and going back-to-back each month with the first eight books through April 2014.

My ebook sales numbers for the self-published Sullivan series had been growing bigger and bigger in the year since I’d started publishing the series, and I knew a print-only deal was going to happen soon. When so many Sullivans hit the New York Times and USA Today all at once, that was when the publishers started calling and making offers. I truly feel that Harlequin is the *perfect* publisher for my sexy, emotional contemporary romance Sullivan series.

Because I retained all of my ebook, audiobook, foreign translation and film/TV rights, I am continuing to put out my Sullivans, and other future books, as self-published ebooks and audio books. I have released seven Sullivan ebooks so far and the eighth (ALWAYS ON MY MIND, Lori Sullivan’s story) will be out this spring…and I have a great idea for a brand new series that I hope to start writing this year as well. I have licensed the series in Brazil, France and Portugal so far, and the first two books are already big bestsellers in Brazil, which is very exciting.

5. You write fast! Not only do you produce several novels per year, you produce several well written, polished novels per year. What is your writing process like? Do you have any advice for other wordsmiths struggling with productivity?

Thanks for the great compliment. I work so hard on my stories to make sure they’re emotional and fun and sexy and that they take my readers out of their lives for a little while. I write every day, everywhere, no matter what. I don’t wait for inspiration or a muse to come calling. Fortunately, my favorite thing is writing. In fact, today as I was sniffling over my keyboard during a really emotional scene between my hero and heroine, I was thinking how very happy it made me to be able to write books all day…and to know that I have the best fans in the world waiting to read them!

6. In the early days, what did you do to market your books? Would you recommend these strategies to writers in today’s market?

I took a really personal approach. Because I had started digital publishing in response to my readers who had emailed asking me for books, whenever I released a book, I individually emailed each and every single reader to let them know about it. Now, thanks to Facebook and Twitter, I can interact with my readers in other ways that let me spend more time on actually writing, and I recommend doing anything that puts you in touch with your readers.

7. How has making it big changed your approach to writing and marketing your work? Has it changed your approach?

I truly believe that my fans want me to spend more time writing and less time gabbing.  So I always err on the side of writing…and then once I’ve met my page count goals for the day, I go onto twitter and Facebook and answer emails.

8. You’ve connected with a large international fan base. Do readers abroad respond differently to your novels than those in the USA? Which countries in particular have fallen in love with your work?

I’m having a love affair with my Brazilian readers, and I also love love love my Australia/New Zealand, UK and Canadian readers as well! They’re so passionate and supportive of The Sullivans – but I’ve been really fortunate to find readers everywhere have been kind and amazing.

9. You attend a lot of conferences. Recently, you delivered the keynote address at the 2012 Book Expo America. How have conferences contributed to your writing career?

Conferences are an amazing opportunity to stay abreast of what’s happening in the business. I get incredible value out of networking in the lounge and hearing what people are up to and what ideas they have. The thing is, I truly love this business and everyone I’ve met had been wonderful…so it’s really not work at all for me. In fact, going to a conference and meeting with people is always such fun.

10. My, you are a busy bee! How do you find balance between writing, publishing, and promoting your books and the rest of your life? Any tips for the rest of us?

Give up sleep and sanity…and have an awesome husband who is happy to take care of absolutely everything non-book-related in your life! But seriously – get a good team behind you. I have a team of beta readers, editors, proofers and digital file producers, I work with great bloggers, and I also have the love and support of my family. Everyone thinks “indie publishing” means being independent, but it’s not the case at all. While you get to be charge of your own career and your own vision, you also work with tons of great people to put your book out there!


fall in love

The Sullivans are on tour with Novel Publicity. Follow along for your chance to win amazing prizes. We’ve got special romantic swag baskets for each book, an iPad Mini, Kindle Fire, Nook Color, and Kobo eReader, and Amazon and iTunes gift cards. WOW!

You’ll also get introduced to this amazing contemporary romance series via excerpts as well as interviews with and guest posts from New York Times and USA Today best-selling author, Bella Andre. You’ll definitely want to learn more about the family that has captured the world’s heart.

All the info you need to join the fun and enter to win amazing prizes is RIGHT HERE. Remember, winning is as easy as clicking a button or leaving a blog comment–easy to enter; easy to win!

To Win the Prizes:

  1. Purchase any of the Sullivan ebooks by Bella Andre for just $4.99 (optional)
  2. Enter the Rafflecopter contest on Novel Publicity (go here)
  3. Visit today’s featured social media event (that’s where the HUGE prizes are)

About The Sullivans: In this sexy, emotional and funny contemporary romance series, each member of the Sullivan family will eventually find true love…usually where he or she least expects it.

Get the eBooks via Amazon US, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, the iBookStore, or the Kobo Store.

Audiobooks are also available for the first five in the series (with more coming soon). Plus, keep an eye out for paperback editions coming from Harlequin Romance starting Summer 2013.

All Sullivan Covers

Bella Andre_1About the Author: New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Bella Andre has always been a writer. Songs came first, and then non-fiction books, but as soon as she started writing her first romance novel, she knew she’d found her perfect career. Known for “sensual, empowered stories enveloped in heady romance” (Publishers Weekly) about sizzling alpha heroes and the strong women they’ll love forever, nearly all of her novels have appeared on Top 10 lists at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Apple and Kobo.

Her books have been Cosmopolitan Magazine “Red Hot Reads” twice and have been translated into nine languages. Winner of the Award of Excellence, The Washington Post has called her “One of the top digital writers in America” and she has been featured by NPR, USA Today, Forbes, and The Wall Street Journal. She has given the keynote speech at Book Expo America on her self-publishing success and has sold more than one million books.

If not behind her computer, you can find her reading her favorite authors, hiking, swimming or laughing. Married with two children, Bella splits her time between the Northern California wine country and a 100-year-old log cabin in the Adirondacks.

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