Fancy A Free Cocktale?

If so, then pay a visit to the iTunes store, where the Xcite short story collection, Cocktales Vol 1, is available for free till August 31st. As well as my ménage tale, Two Girls One Cop, you’ll also find stories by the talented line-up of Justine Elyot, Sylvia Lowry, Eva Hore, Shashauna P. Thomas, KD Grace, Sommer Marsden and J. Smith.

To pick up your copy, click on the cover below go to iTunes. Then sit back and enjoy some truly delicious Cocktales.

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The Art of Submission

TheBigBookofSubmissioncoverArt galleries are such sober places. Forget about those occasional exhibitions where you’re encouraged to touch or somehow interact with the work on display; usually you’re standing in silent appreciation of the skill of artist who’ve been dead for hundreds of years.

Yet, something about this atmosphere makes them a prime location for people looking to hook up. I’m sure I’m not the only person who’s been chatted up in an art gallery – in my case, it was while admiring the Pre-Raphelites in the Tate Britain. This was a few years back, and while I brushed off the approach as nicely as I could, a) I was already spoken for and b) I really, really wanted to make the most of my first opportunity to get up close and personal with Millais’ Ophelia, a painting that had haunted me since I first saw it in an encyclopaedia I was bought for my 11th birthday.

640px-Millais_-_OpheliaThe unspoken need to be on your best behaviour, coupled with that faint undercurrent of sex, inspired me to write Sunday In The Art Gallery With George, my contribution to The Big Book Of Submission, the latest anthology of short short stories edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. Mina loves to play the brat and, bored out of her mind on a gallery visit, she sees a perfect opportunity to act out. Here’s how the story begins:

George has been looking at the woman’s ass for the last ten minutes. I know it’s only rendered as a series of broad charcoal strokes on canvas, but he’s studying it as intently as if it were warm, bare flesh. Yes, he may be an ass man, but this is taking it a little far.

I scuff the toe of my black patent T-bar shoe on the wooden floor, trying to attract his attention. We take turns at choosing how we’ll spend our Sundays, and as soon as he said he was going to take me to the art gallery I knew I was in for an afternoon of sheer, unrelenting tedium.

“Can we go yet?” I ask, my voice loud enough to make the frumpy, middle-aged woman admiring the reclining nude to our right turn in my direction. Her gaze scans my too-short skirt, my swinging ponytail tied with a childish polka-dot ribbon, and she can’t keep her obvious distaste from her expression. Wherever she thinks my place should be, it’s certainly not in the hushed confines of an art gallery.

To find out how Mina misbehaves, and read 68 other stories that cover the whole delicious spectrum of submission, pick up The Big Book of Submission here. And check out the Tumblr blog post where you’ll find all the details of the stops on the virtual blog tour and learn more from Rachel about this fantastic book by clicking on the image below.


Backlist Blast: His

hisHere’s some hot BDSM to start your week, courtesy of my Xcite novella, His. Sean is a novice who dreams of submitting. Dante is the owner of a men-only club where masters and slaves can interact. When they meet, Dante sees Sean’s potential, and invites him to view a room he only shows to a select few:

A single overhead light cast a soft red glow over the room. Arranged on the walls were racks of whips, canes and other instruments I couldn’t put a name to. A large wooden X-shaped cross stood in the far corner. Even though I was fairly sure I knew what I was looking at, I still asked, ‘What is this place?’

‘Some might call it a dungeon,’ Dante replied. ‘I prefer the term playroom.’ He wandered into the centre of the room, pausing by a high stool with a padded leather top. ‘This is where I enjoy my private time.’

I didn’t know how to react. I was aware people had these secret dungeons, and I’d heard about the type of games they played, but I’d never thought I’d actually find myself in one. Until tonight, dominance, submission and corporal punishment had just been stories I’d seen in magazines. Stories that had got me so excited I’d had to stroke my cock as I read about some young stud bending to the whim of his stern, arrogant master, but ones rooted purely in fantasy – or so I’d thought.

Now my mind was racing, trying the term “master” for size as I looked at Dante.
He took one of the implements down from the wall. Made of worn leather, it was about two feet long, and split into two halfway along its length.

I shook my head. This time, when the words came to my lips, I didn’t try to hold them back. ‘No, sir.’

‘It’s a tawse. They used them in Scottish schools, in the days when it was still legal to dish out corporal punishment to children.’ The way he spoke made it clear he thought it was a good thing that no longer happened. ‘A couple of strokes of this across the palm of your hand, or the seat of your trousers, and you were very unlikely to misbehave again. More than that, this is a genuine Lochgelly tawse, among the finest of its type in the world. It was acquired for me from a retired schoolmaster in Dundee. I think it’s seen as much action in the three years I’ve had it as it saw in its entire time with him …’

Dante stroked the tawse reverently, then put it back in its place. He came to stand close to me. Without thinking, I bowed my head, afraid of what I might see if I met his gaze.

‘It’s maybe a little harsh for a beginner like you, Sean, much as I’d love to see it raising welts on that tight arse of yours. We’ll start you off with something a little gentler, I think.’

‘Start me off?’ My cock twitched in my underwear.

So begins Sean’s journey into submission, which you can follow in His, available from Xcite and Amazon.

Enjoy Summer Sensations With Totally Bound

Looking for the hottest beach reads of the summer? Like to get them at a bargain price? Want the chance to win a Kindle Fire? Then you need to check out the Totally Bound site between today and August 15th. Every day, they’ll have a different offer on their fabulous selection of books, as well as a prize giveaway. Click on the image below to visit the site and check out today’s specials.

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Sunday Snog – Someone Else’s Skin

Greetings, Sunday Snoggers! As part of this week’s  kiss-tastic action over at Blissekiss, I’m sharing a snog from what’s still one of my personal favourites among my books, Someone Else’s Skin. A tale of body-swapping, time-travelling and very kinky rock musicians, it features a cheeky little kiss as part of a threesome between heroine Annie, her boyfriend, Matt, and his fellow bandmate, Kevin:

Tsomeone else's skin 2013he night air still held more than a trace of warmth as we stood on the sidewalk outside the club. We had to wait less than a minute before a yellow cab cruised into view. Matt flagged it down and gave the driver our address. The three of us squeezed into the back seat, Matt and Kevin making sure I was between the two of them. I had barely complied with the recorded announcement reminding me to buckle my seat belt before my skirt had been lifted almost to my waist and each of the guys had a hand between my legs. Kevin was busy with my clit while Matt’s finger rubbed gently against the entrance to my arse.

I was sure the driver was using his mirror to watch us, but before I could open my mouth to object, Matt had locked his lips to mine and was kissing me hard. By the time the cab pulled up outside our building, I was so weak with arousal I practically had to be carried to the front door. The cabbie said nothing as Matt paid him, but I had a vision of the man pulling over in some quiet parking spot so he could pull his cock out of his pants and jerk off.

Once inside the apartment, we went straight to the bedroom. Matt had me naked in seconds, then I lay back on the bed to watch him and Kevin strip off. Suddenly, I was being confronted by two nicely sized cocks, already well on the way to being hard. Kevin’s, I noticed, was uncut, the head beginning to emerge from its smooth sleeve of skin. I couldn’t wait to touch it, and reached out a hand in greedy anticipation.

Matt looked on, stroking himself, as I made myself familiar with Kevin’s body. His muscles were more defined than Matt’s, his abs almost ridged to my touch, and the Celtic band wasn’t his only tattoo, I soon discovered. He had a black rose, its stem encircled with barbed wire, on his left arse cheek. I wondered how many other girls besides me had seen it.

‘I thought of having a tattoo done once,’ I said, giving that rose a little kiss. ‘Something in a secret place so only my lovers would ever find out about it.’

‘You never told me that,’ Matt said.

‘You never asked,’ I replied, beckoning him to join us on the bed.

The hot threesome action continues in Someone Else’s Skin, available from Amazon and Xcite, and don’t forget to check out the other hot snogs being served up at Blissekiss.


An Essay About Maids of Honour, Unicorns, and Pee – Guest Post By Lucy Woodhull

Hi, I’m rom com author Lucy Woodhull, and I’ve survived being a maid of honour.  I even got a pretty dress, although I never did use it a second time.  That’s a lie for the ages, that we’ll all wear our bridesmaids dresses again.  It’s right up there with only eating one potato chip, or that we’ll win the lottery if we play this time…

I was maid of honour to my bestie, and she was matron of honour to me.  It was those experiences that led me to write a scene in my new book, The Wrath of Dimple.  It’s book three in my Samantha Lytton contemporary rom-com series about a wannabe-actress turned movie star and the art thief who ruins her life in the most orgasmic way possible.

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Here’s a blurb for the third book in the series, The Wrath of Dimple:

Unforgettable. That’s what she’s not.

Life is perfect for Samantha Lytton, big-screen superheroine. Her acting career flourishes, the bad guys from her past are in prison, and she’s married her true love, be-dimpled ex-thief Sam. Everything is so rosy and idyllic, it’s like a freaking princess movie. Well, an R-rated one. Nothing could mar Sam and Samantha’s fairy-tale romance!

Except the moment in the emergency room when Sam, his head cracked open, turns to his beloved wife and asks, “Who the hell are you?”

He’s suffering from…Samnesia! (At least he still laughs at Samantha’s stupid puns.) How on earth did that happen? If Samantha is going to live her very own soap opera, she’d choose an evil twin over amnesia any day.

With no idea who has attacked Sam or why, Samantha is left in the depths of despair with a hunk who doesn’t remember her, a creepy film director who’s getting more threatening by the minute, and, oh yeah, the people who continue to try to murder Sam. How do you solve a mystery wrapped in a head bandage inside an empty skull? Nothing a little Norwegian fish porn and a lot of cleavage can’t fix. Hopefully.

Samantha needs every ounce of her courage to win her husband back before their enemies catch up to finish them both off. She thought their love was written in the stars, but it might just be scribbled on an Etch-A-Sketch.

As an author, I enjoy being mean to my characters for the reader’s amusement; it’s a huge perk!  So one of the things I did to Samantha in this book was have her attend her best friend’s wedding as the matron of honour right after her own wedding…that Sam, her husband, doesn’t remember.  Sam’s amnesia (or Samnesia, as it is commonly known) leads to quite a few awkward, heart-wrenching, and funny moments for poor Samantha.

She’s a trooper, though, and only sheds a few sad/sexually frustrated tears…for she has Very Important Duties ™ to perform as matron of honour for her best friend Ellen, who is marrying her fiancée Nicolette.  (“Matron of honour” duties are more fun than “wife of clueless man who doesn’t remember you” duties, FYI.)

I was a bride once upon a time, and I know what a pain in the butt a wedding is.  Fun, but a lot of work.  It’s the maid/matron’s job to make sure the bride is kept away from irritants, but close to the booze and food.  In that spirit, I present from The Wrath of Dimple:

Ellen the Bridezilla’s Rules for Samantha, Her Official Matron of Honour and Fellow Olivia Newton-John Lover:

  • Always have cheese at the ready.
  • Ditto on champagne.
  • Know the whereabouts of Wife at all times.
  • Listen to any and all dirty talk about the honeymoon, and nod encouragingly.
  • Keep Mrs Bonner, Rick, Other Rick, Leslie and Jackass YA Author Camilla away from Bride, lest boredom and/or rage cause her makeup to melt.
  • Accompany Bride to bathroom and hold up her dress when she needs to wee.
  • Tell Bride she is beautiful because it’s true, she is flawless at all times.
  • Attend to any fuckups that upset Bride.
  • Stab a bitch at Bride’s request.


My bestie did these things for me (although thankfully no stabbing was necessary), and I will be eternally grateful.  She held up ten pounds of dress so I could pee—that’s what a best friend does.  Well, that and give you a stuffed unicorn in the hospital when your husband has been bashed on the head and left for dead.  But I sincerely hope that you will never have to experience that for real—just in my book!

If you’d like to read more about Sam and Samantha’s adventures, you can find all three books at Totally Bound.  Thank you very much for reading, and you look smashing in that outfit today!

Love, Lucy

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Win A $100 Amazon Gift Card With Hungry For More

Hungry For More: Romantic Fantasies For Women is released via Cleis Press’s new Tempted Romance imprint on August 12th. The book features stories by many of the hottest names in erotica, including Giselle Renarde, Jacqueline Applebee, D.L. King, Jeremy Edwards and Valerie Alexander, and my own contribution, Something Sleazy, is the tale of a couple who decide to act out a fantasy involving voyeurism and man-0n-man action.

Editor Rachel Kramer Bussel is offering the fantastic prize of a $100 Amazon gift card to one lucky winner, and all you have to do is pre-order the Kindle version of Hungry for More via

For full details of how to enter, as well as a full table of contributors and a sneak peek of Rachel’s introduction to the anthology, Getting Explicit, just click on the cover below. Good luck, and happy reading!

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