Guest – Sofia Grey

A Welsh Wolf in Wellington blog tour

 

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Cuba Street

Since most of Sasha’s story takes place in Wellington, the compact and thriving capital city of New Zealand. I though it would be fun to feature a different part of the city – especially those mentioned in the book – on each tour ‘stop’. Come and join me on a truly unique virtual tour of Wellington J

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Cuba Street is THE heart of Wellington’s nightlife. Clubs, bars, restaurants, fast food, movies, theatre… everything you might want, and all packed into a small area of town. Saturday night here is much like Saturday night in any city, except not so rowdy. Not so many arrests or violence. New Zealand is a polite society in general, and for the most part, its citizens look out for each other. A colleague of mine left her brand new Diesel jacket in a fast food bar the other week – and it was returned to her intact, still with her money in the pocket.

 

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With two University campuses in the city, students descend on the myriad of attractions, fuelled by cheap booze and a party atmosphere, but even with snogging couples on each street corner, it doesn’t feel seedy.

It’s very different to what Sasha’s used to, and one of the themes in A Handful of Wolf is the idea of being away from home, and everything that’s familiar. Wellington has a huge and thriving population of shifters, but they behave very differently to the Snowdonia Wolves.

Excerpt

In this extract, Megan and her friends have taken Sasha to the nightclub Mighty Mike’s:

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Megan handed him a shot glass of clear liquid. Tequila. He knew from the smell. He knocked back the drink while mentally calculating the state of his bank balance. Severely depleted after paying for the broken glasses earlier, and insisting on picking up the tab for dinner. He had enough for a couple of rounds for the girls and then he was broke until payday. He’d made one beer last while they were in Foxglove and he’d do the same here.

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Sasha stuck by Megan’s side while she tossed down shots with the girls, and as she tottered on unsteady heels toward the stage. “Howlin’ Wolves are on next.” It took a moment before he realized she meant the live act. There were howling wolves all around, mixing easily with the very bohemian crowd. He felt like a hick. He’d never seen so many tattoos or piercings, and the way they knocked back their drinks made him feel distinctly uneasy. Shifters usually had a higher tolerance for alcohol than humans, but even these wolves were off their heads. How did Megan and her friends keep up? He clung to his half empty bottle of beer like a lifeline.

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A Handful Of Wolf  is available 25 November 2013, from Liquid Silver Books.

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Sasha’s not a looking-to-the-future kind of guy, but he’s made an exception with his plans to travel and meet lots of pretty girls. Too bad his Pack Alpha, fate, and reality have other ideas about his trip abroad. He’s pretty sure he didn’t sign on to be a diplomat for the Snowdonia Wolf Pack. Or to find a Mate. Especially not a human Mate.

Megan knows better than to let a sweet-talking charmer get under her skin, but Sasha’s sexy playfulness is making her forget all her rules. Except one: she’s not willing to risk her heart by falling in love. The gorgeous boy from Wales can only be a fling, especially since her over-protective brothers hate him on sight.

In the midst of a wolf uprising, a hesitant Mate, and Megan’s complicated family ties, Sasha learns that sometimes impulsiveness is dangerous and even lethal. Can he show Megan why they belong together before it all comes crashing down around him and he loses his Mate forever?

 

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Giveaway

I’m giving away 3 copies of A Handful of Wolf, to 3 lucky commenters across the tour. Just leave a comment at whichever site you visit, and you’ll go into the draw. The more comments you leave, the more chances you get to win J

Links

Amazon:

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www.SofiaGrey.com

Catch me blogging with Allyson Lindt at www.GeminiGirls.com

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Twitter: @SofiaGreyAuthor

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Blog Tour details

25-November – www.GeminiGirls.com

27-November – Silken Sheets & Seduction (http://silkensheetsandseduction.wordpress.com/)

27-November – Facebook Party!

28-November – Rosanna Leo (http://rosannaleo.blogspot.com)

29-November – Barbara Elsborg (http://barbaraelsborg.blogspot.com)

30-November – Love, Lust & Laptops (http://lovelustandlaptops.wordpress.com/)

1-December – CoverReveals (http://coverreveals.blogspot.com)

2-December – Daisy Banks Advent Calendar (http://daisybanks.wordpress.com/)

3-December – Sotia Lazu (http://justsotia.blogspot.com)

4-December – Lissa Matthews (http://lissamatthews.com/blog/)

5-December – Kimber Vale (http://kimbervale.wordpress.com/)

6-December – Tina Carreiro (tinacarreiro.blogspot.com)

8-December – Layne Macadam (http://www.laynemacadam.com/#!blog/cfxc/)

10-December – Laura Kaye (http://laurakayeauthor.blogspot.com)

 

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About Author

Romance author Sofia Grey spends her days managing projects in the corporate world and her nights hanging out with wolf shifters and alpha males. She devours pretty much anything in the fiction line, but she prefers her romances to be hot, and her heroes to have hidden depths. When writing, she enjoys peeling back the layers to expose her characters’ flaws and always makes them work hard for their happy endings.

 

Guest Post – Shelley Munro with Contest!

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Maxwell’s: The New Home of Burlesque

Meet Julia Maxwell. Her family arrived in Auckland, New Zealand several generations ago and went into the entertainment business. Their place on Karangahape Road—known locally as K’ Road—caused a few ripples, especially when Julia’s grandfather turned The Last Frontier into a strip club.

Fast forward a few years and The Final Frontier isn’t doing well. Other clubs have opened up in opposition, and Elise Maxwell, Julia’s mother and the current owner has health problems. Added to that, the man who she trusted to manage the place for her has run off with all the takings. Now the mortgage payment is due and things are looking dire.

Julia visits The Last Frontier with her girlfriends, and she’s shocked at the changes and the way the club has become so run down. Since the club has been in the Maxwell family for so long, Julia feels it’s her duty to try to save it. It’s time to haul The Last Frontier kicking and screaming into the future.

So, what does Julia do?

1. She redecorates the interior of the club.

2. She decides to go into burlesque rather than continuing with the tired strip routines.

3. She renames the club Maxwell’s.

4. She hires new dancers, although most are working for the competition.

5. She aims for a classier place to attract both male and female customers.

Julia is a dancer. During her late teens, she performed onstage as a stripper to earn money to pay for her education. Now the club is going into burlesque, which is a routine often done with adult humor, music and dance. The lines between stripping and burlesque have blurred over the years. A stripper removes his or her clothes while a burlesque performer is more likely to tease. Julia’s dancers mostly tease.

Here are a couple of quotes taken from The Burlesque Handbook by Jo Weldon.

“Burlesque is making and having fun, usually in a short dance that either begins or ends with some kind of nudity.” ~ Julie Atlas Muz

“Burlesque is a private joke between you and the audience that slowly reveals itself as the clothes hit the floor.” ~ Tanya Cheen

Let’s hope Julia’s new venture is successful, and she finds more dancers soon. If any of you are looking for a job, the costumes are sure pretty! I have a liking for blue and lots of sparkles, a long blonde wig and a sexy mask to conceal my identity. Oh, and a pair of blue strappy sandals to go with my Velcro dress.

What type of sexy costume would entice you into applying for a job at Maxwell’s? Answer this question, complete the rafflecopter and go into a draw to win an Amazon Gift Certificate.

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Here’s the blurb for Past Regrets

Never look back…unless that’s where your heart belongs.

Love and Friendship, Book 2

Julia Maxwell was a seize-the-moment party girl until the night she spent with up-and-coming rocker Ryan Callander. From that moment, she was a one-man woman. Pity he hasn’t kept with the program.

Tired of the secrets that have kept her out of the press and Ryan’s fans happy, angry with mounting evidence of infidelity, Julia is older, wiser, and determined to divorce his cheatin’ ass.

Ryan’s long European tour had more than its share of hard knocks—one of which landed on his head when he was mugged. Divorce papers waiting for him at home are a shock that fills in some of the holes in his sketchy memory. But it could be too late to salvage his marriage.

If Ryan thinks flirtatious smiles, seductive touches, and hot-and-heavy kisses are going to smooth things over, Julia’s got a hammer with his name on it. To her surprise, he picks it up, determined to rebuild a bright future for both of them. But the past is lurking with some missing pieces that could bring their hearts crashing down.

Product Warnings

Contains a pissed ex-stripper turned burlesque dancer, a bunch of nosy friends and a smooth-talking rocker with one thing on his mind. Stripper poles and skimpy costumes may be involved. 

Available at 30% discount right now at Samhain Publishing http://store.samhainpublishing.com/past-regrets-p-72998.html

Amazon  http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00CZ8MCII

Barnes & Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/past-regrets-shelley-munro/1115456463?ean=9781619218093

Shelley Munro lives in New Zealand with her husband and a rambunctious puppy called Bella. She writes spicy romances for Carina Press, Ellora’s Cave and Samhain Publishing. To learn more about Shelley and her books visit her website at http://www.shelleymunro.com

Guest Post – Meg Benjamin

I am thrilled today to have author Meg Benjamin visiting! I love when authors who’ve never been here with us before stop by. I’m always learning something new…

MediumRare72webThe Medium and the Skeptic

In book two of my Ramos Family/Medium trilogy, Medium Rare, my heroine (a medium) falls for a professional skeptic. Now it’s a little more complicated than that where the skeptic is concerned, but he is somebody with a long history of debunking supernatural fraud. My heroine most definitely isn’t a fraud, but at first he doesn’t know that. Hijinks, as usual, ensue.

One advantage of having both a full-blown supernatural character and a skeptic in the book was that it allowed me to acknowledge both sides of my own nature. In my daily life, I’m pretty much a thorough-going skeptic. Don’t believe in Big Foot. Totally convinced that the Loch Ness Monster is a hoax. I’m afraid I even doubt the Amityville Horror ever existed (although it was a huge money-maker for all involved). By creating my skeptical hero, Evan Delwin, I can indulge all my own skeptical bent, exposing phony mediums and being outraged at the way they exploit the bereaved.

At the same time, though, I love ghost stories. Always have. And I freely admit to feeling a little…uneasy in places that have a ghostly kind of vibe. Deserted towns high in the mountains, for example. Or the remains of their cemeteries (the Iron City Cemetery outside St. Elmo, CO, is particularly spooky). My heroine, Rose Ramos, lets me lean a little heavily on that side of my psyche. In Rose’s world, when things go bump in the night, it’s rarely just the house settling.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOf course, when Rose and Evan get together, you’ve got a real clash of opposites. Rose wisely figures that Evan’s not going to be exactly sympathetic to her line of work. On the other hand, anyone who hangs out in Rose’s vicinity for any length of time is going to be exposed to a fair amount of weirdness. The Ramos family and its long association with ghoulies, ghosties, long-legged beasties and things that go bump in the night pretty much guarantee it.

Here’s a brief excerpt where Rose is trying her best to distract Evan from her latest supernatural encounter.

His lips drifted down the side of her throat, leaving liquid heat and need where he touched. His hands moved along the sides of her body, stroking lines of fire along her breasts, her belly, her hips.

“Rose,” he murmured against her ear, “Rosie.”

A deep ache began throbbing low in her body, and she cupped her hands on either side of his face, pulling his mouth back to hers.

His lips moved against hers again, his tongue slipping in. She tangled her fingers in his hair, rasping her own tongue along his.

Her heart rate accelerated almost painfully. Her clothes felt too tight, and there were far too many of them. She wanted to pull them off and toss them at her feet. No, she wanted him to pull them off and toss them—anywhere.

She moved her hands to his chest, fingers tugging at the buttons on his chambray shirt. His hands moved to her waist, jerking her T-shirt free and moving to the button on her shorts.

Something hard hit the window with a shuddering thump that seemed to echo throughout the room.

She jerked back from his embrace as Helen galloped into the room beside them, snarling at the curtains.

“What the hell?” Evan flipped his shirt back over his chest, but not before she’d seen a sizzling expanse of muscle and dark hair.

Well, damn!

She turned to check the front windows. A crack ran down the entire length of one of them, smaller cracks radiating from the center.

Helen danced in front of the lacy sheers, barking frantically now.

“Helen, cut it out,” Rose murmured, moving beside her. The fog still swirled, silvery and dense, just beyond the glass. She leaned forward.

A large black object ricocheted off the window next to her, shuddering the glass in the wooden frame. 

Here’s the blurb for Medium Rare:

There are no skeletons in her closet…only ghosts

Rose Ramos was a reference librarian, until she inherited her grandmother’s house—and the family talent for connecting with the other side…

Moving into the lovely Victorian in San Antonio’s King William District is a dream come true for Rose—and also a nightmare. That’s the only explanation she has for the man hovering above her bed. But Skag is a ghost who’s been part of Rose’s family for generations. And now he’s all hers.

When Evan Delwin, a reporter out to debunk the city’s newest celebrity, posts an ad looking for a research assistant to investigate a famous medium making his home in San Antonio, Skag suggests that Rose apply for the job. Delving into the dark side has its own dangers for Rose—including trying to resist Delwin’s manly charms. But as the investigation draws them closer together, the deadly currents surrounding the medium threaten to destroy them all…

Buy links:

Amazon | Barnes and Noble

Meg Benjamin writes contemporary romance for Samhain Publishing and paranormal romance for Berkley InterMix. Her books have won an EPIC Award for Contemporary Romance, the Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award, the New England Romance Writers Beanpot Award, and the Holt Medallion among other honors. Meg lives in Colorado.

Her Web site is http://www.MegBenjamin.com and her blog is http://megbenj1.wordpress.com/. You can follow her on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/meg.benjamin1), Pinterest (http://pinterest.com/megbenjamin/), and Twitter (http://twitter.com/megbenj1). Meg loves to hear from readers—contact her at meg@megbenjamin.com.

 

 

Guest Post – Chandra Ryan

One of my favorite people in this business is author Chandra Ryan. I met her at Lori Foster’s Reader Author Get Together a couple of years ago. She’s one of the most genuine, kind, gracious, and delightful women I know. (Her husband, he’s pretty amazing and awesome too). If you’ve never checked her out, you should do so… You won’t be sorry.

Opposites Attract

Or so the saying goes. But, as tons of niche dating sites pop up on the Internet, it makes a person wonder if the age-old maxim is true. Can a person who lives in the country fall in love with someone from a big city? And if so, where would they live? Or are they better off just avoiding the whole situation and going with a site that weeds out all of the city dwellers?

I’ll be the first to say that I don’t know anything about the modern dating game. What I know about the old dating game (see someone attractive across the room, bat your eyelashes, hope they buy you a drink, get their number) probably wouldn’t even fill a thimble. I’ve been married long enough that the entire field has changed around me. But, being married to someone I would probably never bump into on the dating sites, it makes me wonder if niche is right when it comes to love.

My husband is from a different race, religion, and socioeconomic background than I. He loves coffee. I’d never really drank the stuff until we married and even now I drink more tea than coffee. He listened to alternative music. I listened to…well…whatever was on the radio. He was a bona fide geek and I was a flirt. He likes his food very spicy and I like not being in pain when I eat. We were about as opposite as opposite gets. So what niche site would we have met on?

And then I got to thinking about my newest release. Or would it be my newest re-release? Regardless, I don’t think there’s a site out there where Izzy and Jacob would’ve crossed paths. He’d be on the human sites and she’d be on the Community ones. He’d be on the law enforcement sites and she’d be on the ones for recovering addicts. He’d be on the justice ones and she’d be on the revenge sites. So where would a human and a shape shifter meet? Thankfully they didn’t decide to go niche.

Don’t get me wrong; I have several friends who’ve had lots of success on dating sites. Dating sites are wonderful, especially for busy people who don’t have the time to stand around and bat their eyelashes all night hoping for a drink. But if you’re registered on the site for coffee lovers, every once in awhile give a girl who loves tea a chance. She might know other, un-caffeinated, ways to wake you up in the morning.

inkintheblood_msrBlurb:

Prequel to Bond Betrayed

Izzy has lived between two worlds her entire life—one filled with magic and darkness, the other populated by mundane humans. She was born into the magical world of the Community. But sexy, forbidden DEA agent Jacob belongs to the other.

He has no idea her world even exists.But that doesn’t mean he hasn’t noticed her. They’ve worked together for the past six months, attempting to bring down her drug-dealing half brother while driving each other crazy with pent-up desire. But now that it’s time to say goodbye, they both find it impossible to let go.

After one passionate night together Izzy realizes her mistake. She can’t bring him into her world. She has to end things before she gets too attached. When he refuses to leave, she must find a way to guide him through the darkness.

Inside Scoop: In this scorching urban fantasy, ink is thicker than blood.

A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Publisher’s Note: This book was previously published elsewhere and has been revised for Ellora’s Cave.

Excerpt: 

She ran her fingertips over her lips as she thought of the kiss. It’d been in that second that she’d finally seen what she’d been hiding from herself all these months. She wanted him and not in a momentary kind of way. If he were to share her bed, that’s where she’d want him to stay. But a relationship built on lies would never work and she couldn’t tell him the truth.

So it’s best for it to end like this. But the words were hollow. And even after repeating them a hundred times, they still didn’t help.

Tucked securely into her cozy apartment, she changed into her favorite black silk nightgown and started brewing a cup of tea while the melodic angst of her favorite singer filled the room. She should be in bed, but she was still too worked up from her brief exchange with Jacob to give in to her exhaustion.

She was just about to take a sip of her tea when the ringing of her cell phone stopped her. At first she was irritated by the intrusion. But when Restricted Number flashed across the screen, her stomach began to twist nervously. There was only one restricted number that ever called her. After answering the call, she brought the phone to her ear. “Agent Phinney.”

“I hope I’m not waking you.” Even over the phone, his deep voice had a rough edge to it that made her breath catch.

“No, I wasn’t in bed.”

“Good. I wanted to talk to you.”

“I don’t think—” She needed to make a clean break but her heart ached at the words she was about to say. She never got the chance to say them though.

“I’m standing in front of your door. Please, Izzy…”

She looked up at the door as the line went dead. Her heart raced at the thought of him being so close. Crossing the room, she practiced her well-rehearsed speech in her head. But her carefully memorized words disappeared as she opened the door. Her eyes swept over him hungrily, taking in everything from his tousled hair to the black t- shirt and tight jeans he’d been wearing earlier at the bust. He was easily the sexiest man she’d ever met.

His gaze slid over her before he picked her up by the waist and, kissing her passionately, then walked into the apartment. He closed the door with a quick kick once they were safely inside and then gently lowered her until she was standing on her own once more.

If you want to know more about Ink in the Blood there’s an excerpt on the Ellora’s Cave site: http://www.ellorascave.com/ink-in-the-blood.html

Or on my author website: www.ChandraRyan.com

Or you can download a sample off of Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Ink-in-the-Blood-ebook/dp/B00EAV3RIC/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1376355243&sr=1-3

 

Guest Post: Kay Jaybee

Lyrical Inspiration

By Kay Jaybee

The question I’m most frequently asked as a writer of erotica is, ‘Where do you get your ideas from?’ The truth is that my creative processes can be sparked off by literally anything; overheard conversations, pictures, locations, even aromas. Another influence has to be music. Or to be more specific; lyrics. No matter how much I like or dislike the tune of a particular piece of music, it is the words that sell a song to me.

A fascination with listening intently to every single word of a song began back in my high school days. Many a fad swept my secondary school; one of which was to select hit songs that summed up the personality of each pupil, and ‘label’ them with that song. My shy persona and general wallflower status, led to me being forever associated with the song Goodie Two Shoes by Adam and the Ants, with particular reference to the line ‘Don’t drink, don’t smoke. What do you do?’ – (oh the irony!!! If they knew me now!!)

I just love the way lyrics can be woven together to tell a story. You only have to pay close attention to the words someone like Adele sings, to hear how beautifully they can be linked to tell short musical stories that we can all relate to.

The first erotic poem I ever wrote, Regrets, illustrates how lyrics can set off my imagination. The opening line of this poem is ‘Regrets, I’ve had a few…’

I’m not sure whether Frank Sinatra would have approved of my borrowing of 5 words from My Way, but then again, as Mr Sinatra wasn’t exactly “Mr Shrinking Violet”, he might have loved my rhyming words of desperate eroticism!!

“Regrets, I’ve had a few.

Most of them to do with you.

I should have shagged you on the floor.

In the kitchen; against a door.

I could have pressed you to a mirror,

And seen your sweat marks shine and shimmer…”

Getting more up to date; it was a line from the Snow Patrol song, You’re All I Have, that sowed the seeds of inspirations for the nature of the lead male character, Mark Parker, in the my erotic BDSM psychological romance, The Voyeur. The lyric in question is ‘There is a darkness deep in you; a frightening magic I cling to…’ A sentence which hints at a compelling obsession, a willing coercion that (in the case of The Voyeur) weaves the dominant character of Mark, and his two female employees, (Bi lovers Anya and Clara), into an uncertain game of dominance and control.

So, what music do I play while writing my erotica; which let’s face it, tends to feature the rougher side of sex?

Over the years I have put together a few playlists to urge my work frazzled brain into writing mode. Each is varied, and is fashioned to whether I’m writing down and dirty BDSM, or slightly milder calmer S&M kink. Two songs however, appear on every one of my playlists, for there is something deeply erotic and edgy about each of them.

Despite not being a big fan of David Bowie, the first track is his classic ‘Let’s Dance.’ Just the rasping way he sings the introductory line, (Let’s dance put on your red shoes and dance the blues), is enough to make all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The lyrics are both romantic and sexy, and yet hopelessly so. You just know that whoever the song is being aimed at isn’t going to get the happy ending they yearn for. Such is the lot for so many of my poor characters! (Just check out my Fem Dom anthology Yes Ma’am to find some hot sexy encounters, but without the happy ever afters!)

The second song that always features on my playlists is Underwear by Britpop group Pulp. I’ve lost count of how many individual stories that song has kick started. Nearly everything Pulp’s lead singer, Jarvis Cocker, sings has a heady kinky edge to it, but Underwear is the cream on the cake for me. If you’ve never heard it- then you must find it on You Tube or treat yourself to the mega sexy album Different Class!  I promise that inspiration will soon follow.

Alongside the confessions of my local couriers, the entire manuscript of Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (1001 Nights Press) was sparked by the concept the song presents. Why might someone feel compelled to keep meeting someone secretly for sex?  Are they really helpless to fight that compulsion, despite the wrestling they do with their conscience?

“Why don’t you close the door and shut the curtains
‘cos you’re not going anywhere.
He’s coming up the stairs and in a moment he’ll want to see your underwear.
You couldn’t stop it now. There’s no way to get out.
He’s standing far too near. How the hell did you get here.
Semi-naked in somebody else’s room.
I’d give my whole life to see it.
Just you stood there only in your underwear…”

If I’m really struggling to write, then I always turn to the music of 80’s pop group, Depeche Mode. More or less everything they performed is cut with undertones of submission and dominance. How could they not be with titles such as Master and Servant and Just Can’t Get Enough? My favourite of their works has to be Personal Jesus. The catch line, ‘Reach out and touch me’ was running through my head as I created Jess Saunders, the lead character and unwitting new sub, from my novel The Perfect Submissive. Bless her; no matter how much Jess pleads to be touched, she just has to wait until everyone else has had their fun first, (and even then she is sometimes left wanting).

So, do you see a pattern building in my song choices? Need more clues? Other tracks on my erotica writing playlist include Love is a Stranger by The Eurythmics, Human by The Killers, Big Mistake by Natalie Imbruglia, I Want Your Love by Transvision Vamp…and so on…They are compulsion songs. All about power, control, and simmering sexual tension; and if you have never read any of my work, then just a quick listen to that lot would give you a big clue as to what you can expect!!

Thanks for inviting me over Lissa!

Kay xx

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, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), 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 70 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.

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

You can follow Kay on Twitter- kay_jaybee

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

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

Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/

 

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