Upping Production

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August 27  |  BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance  |   Kay Jaybee

Frankly I’m not writing as much erotica as I used to these days. This is partly because the ‘other’ me, Jenny Kane, sells heaps more books and I have a mortgage to pay- and partly because I’ve been around so long.  I didn’t want to get to the point where I heard my readers declare that everything I wrote was the same.

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This is a damming accusation I’ve heard levelled at many writers- sometimes justifiably- and I’d hate to hear it about my own work. (If you so think all my work is the same, be kind and DON’T tell me!!) It’s one thing to have a recognised style, but another to write the same story over and over again, simply changing the character names and locations….

Lately however, I’ve been open to many new influences (my lips are sealed), and so I’ve been upping the smutty production again!

I’m thrilled to have a forthcoming short story, set in an African quarry, called Brick Dust, coming out in the next edition of Best Woman’s Erotica of the Year Vol 2.

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I’ve also been working on two news short stories for another anthology…details soon…And a brand new novella!

I’m not going to reveal too much about this new book  yet…but I can tell you that it’s a MFF tale based around a man’s fascination (obsession) with the human reaction to certain words…

Watch this space…

Happy reading,

Kay xx

 

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My First Time: H K Carlton

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August 24  |  Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance, Interview  |   Kay Jaybee

It’s interview time again folks. In the hot seat- revealing her ‘First Time’ – is my lovely friend in erotica H K Carlton. Why not join us for a cuppa and a chat?

First Time

Can you remember writing the first story you actually wanted to write, rather than those you were forced to write at school? What was it about?

The first story I remember writing, funnily enough was probably an erotic story, or at least as risqué as a girl can get at fourteen. It was nothing more than a fantasy about a friend of my brothers. As I recall, it was the first time I used the word cock. How scandalous! It wasn’t a word I was allowed to use. Not that a young lady of that age should be using certain words but I came from a fairly strict and somewhat religious household and certain things were not to be said let alone written.

Unfortunately, I shoved the unfinished story, under my bed and one day while vacuuming, my mum found it. Sex of any kind was not discussed in that house.  Instead of addressing the issue with me, for some unknown reason, my mother turned it over to my holier-than-thou older sister who took great pleasure in handing my pitiful little blue-lined sheets with the dirty words on them, back to me, all crumbled from the run-in with the vacuum hose. I remember she said, “Mom found these,” with a sanctimonious smirk on her face. I was so embarrassed. They’d obviously read it. In tears, I tore it up and I never wrote another story, not even ‘acceptable’ ones, outside of schoolwork, while I still lived under my parent’s roof. Sadly, that was the end of my writing for many years before I found the courage to try again.

On a happier note, I do recall writing a story for grade 8 creative writing class, that did not feel like an assignment at all. I had such a ball writing it. It was one of those times when my pencil couldn’t keep up with my thoughts. It was the first time I’d ever earned an A++. Hell, I believe it was the only time. LOL. I was extremely proud, especially when the teacher’s comments were complimentary and encouraging. Eleven pages of foolscap. Anybody remember that stuff? J It was about a stolen ring. I still remember the title, The Winkwaddle Detective Agency. I’m off to copyright that right now! J

What was your first official publication? Was that erotica?

My first book was entitled Swap, an erotic contemporary romance for Totally Bound, about a woman who had the hots for her hunky brother-in-law. I had two submissions out at that time, to two different publishers. Swap, to TB, and a historical romance with another publisher. Happily, both were accepted within weeks of each other.

I had no idea I’d be an erotica writer- it just came from nowhere! Was writing erotica something you intended to do, or was it a bit of a shock?

It was a total shock for me as well, especially after the bumpy start. I never thought being a published author was in the cards for me, regardless of genre. When I finally found the courage to write again, I did it for me with no intention of doing anything with it. My head was so full, I had to get it down on paper and out of my mind. When I finished, I didn’t feel like it was half bad. So, I did a whole lot of research and started fumbling my way through the process.

I intended to write historical romance because it was the genre I loved reading most, at the time. I’ve penned a few historical romances, but even they push the line of what true historical romance readers want to read. The sex scenes are a bit too explicit even if the language is tamed.

In Lost Time, I was able to combine both my loves—the historical elements along with erotic romance. To this day, it is still one of my favourites.

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What affect did that have on your life?

I’m busier and have had to figure out how to budget my time between work and real life. But I’ve also kept my writing a secret from the majority of my family and that can be tricky at times when deadlines and release dates loom. Of course, my husband and kids know. My three children are extremely supportive and proud of me. I’ve always encouraged them to follow their dreams and they are happy for me that I’ve gone after mine. My closest sister (I have two, this one is not to be confused with the censorial one :p) has always been my champion and confidante. She was one of the first people I told when I began sending out submissions. But I have kept this secret from my mother, out of respect for her beliefs, and from my other siblings. I can only imagine my oldest sister’s smirk now, if she found out about my dirty little secret. LOL. Though perhaps now, the joke’s on her. 😉

Does your first published story reflect your current writing style?

I find this a hard question to answer at the moment. I’ve been going through a bit of a rough patch, writing lately. It’s not writer’s block, the ideas are there, but I feel as though I’m all over the place and second guessing everything. But then again, perhaps that does reflect my writing style. Though when I look back at my first publication Swap, I wonder if that wasn’t a more genuine HK than some of the things I’ve been writing recently.

What are you working on at the moment?

At the moment, I have several things on the go, including a sequel to Lost Time —though I have been working on it for years—It just hasn’t come together to my liking yet. I’d also like to continue Miranda and Jordan’s story, from Next Weekend, about a couple who discover a little something new about one another. One small problem, they are in the midst of divorce proceedings.

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I’m also looking forward to starting edits on an m/m, erotica, gay-for-you story, Adrenaline Lust, that has been contracted to eXtasy Books. Also in the past week or so, I’ve finished final edits for an f/f erotic short story, entitled In the Flesh, which will be included in the Ladies Only anthology for Pride Publishing.

 

 

Author Links

Blog http://pickagenrealready.blogspot.ca

Twitter https://twitter.com/authorhkcarlton

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/authorhk.carlton

Amazon http://viewAuthor.at/HKCarlton

Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6544863.H_K_Carlton

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Buy Links

Lost Time

Totally Bound https://www.totallybound.com/book/lost-time

Amazon  http://getBook.at/LT

Pre-Order Ladies Only Anthology

Pride Publishing  https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/ladies-only

Amazon http://myBook.to/LOantho

Adrenaline Lust – Coming soon Add to your wish list http://www.extasybooks.com/adrenaline-lust/ EXtasy Books

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Thank you so much for such a great- and heartbreakingly honest – interview. I can’t imagine who awful you must have felt to have your earliest work mocked. I take my hat off to you for trying again later.

Also- I want you to write that detective book!!

Happy reading,

Kay x

 

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Sex Toy Review: Sportsheets Neck and Wrist Restraint

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August 23  |  BDSM, News, Reviews  |   Kay Jaybee

As followers of this blog will know, I rarely do reviews for books these days.  And you are even less likely to find a sex toy review on this site – alas, time is just so short these days!

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However, the lovely people at Bondage Bunnies were recently kind enough to send me an item to test for them. The sort of item that would feel very at home amongst Mrs Peters collection on the fifth floor of the Fables Hotel in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy!

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Quite simply, the Sportsheets Neck and Wrist Restraint is a must in the tool kit of any BDSM practitioner. It is the perfect next step for anyone who enjoys using handcuffs, but wants to ‘up the game.’

Beautifully crafted to give numerous different options within one easy to use product, this item will hold your Sub so that he, or she, is restrained against themselves, or in conjunction to any object you see fit.

Attached to the body via a comfortable, easily adjustable, neck strap, the Neck and Wrist Restraint is made from a strong strip of heavy duty webbing (20 inches in length), with 9 D rings against its side; onto which you can clip anything you wish. (A lead with which to take your Sub for a walk  would be my personal first item of choice- but hey, I’m a control freak…)

With a pair of adjustable neoprene cuffs, that can be attached to any of the D-rings, as part of the package, you can bind your partner at the wrists or the ankles. As the cuffs are comfortable, and can fit most widths of wrists and ankles, then problems of the restraint being too big or small are non-existent. (And of course, you can always make an additional purchase, and add an extra pair of cuffs via the D rings, and secure both wrists and ankles at the same time)

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Fixed at the neck and wrists using Velcro, the material is wonderfully soft. It should not leave abrasive marks against the skin, even after long term use..

This is not an easy restraint for anyone to escape from unaided (although in the interests of safety it is not impossible). But then, why would you want to escape when so much fun and sexual gratification awaits you?

If you enjoy testing your own sexual boundaries, or those of your partner- if you want to discover just how far you are both willing to push yourselves into the arena of submissive and dominator, then this is precisely the item you’ve been looking for.

I may just have to tell Mrs Peters and Miss Sarah about this restraint…just in case they haven’t purchased it yet…

If you want to look at more restraints as well as this one- check out https://www.bondagebunnies.co.uk/collections/bondage-gear/restraints/

Happy experimenting,

Kay x

 

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FREE READ-Chapter 1- Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man

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August 21  |  BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

Hello everyone. If like me, you’re wishing you were enjoying the fun at Sexhibition, you might fancy a little bit of kinky wordage to cheer you up!

Happy reading…

Free Read – Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures of a Delivery Man

(copyright- Kay Jaybee and 1001NightsPress)

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Chapter 1

Tuesday – It Begins

What the hell am I doing? I’m a good girl; I just don’t do things like this.

A tiny fraction of Jenny’s conscience screamed at her. The remainder of her brain sent her hands on a thorough exploration of the densely haired chest that had unexpectedly appeared from beneath her companion’s polo-shirt. The fact that Jenny had never liked men with hairy chests seemed irrelevant.

Standing in front of her, diving a hand under Jenny’s top, John squeezed her left nipple hard, wonderfully hard, making her squeal with pain-tingling gratification. Removing her shirt at top speed, John freed her breasts from their confinement.

Moving as if on auto-pilot, Jenny’s fingers visited his trousers’ waistband, but in her haste she couldn’t get his belt undone. Rescuing her from her embarrassment with a smile, John mumbled something about it always being difficult to open and undid it himself. Jenny barely heard him as a neat pair of charcoal grey boxers appeared, swiftly followed by—Oh My God—the most beautiful dick she had seen in years, perhaps ever.

As she knelt before him, the voice in Jenny’s head continued its rant, reminding her that she hated giving blowjobs. Since her first experience as a college student, she had neither liked the taste of cock, nor the sensation of being gagged. Now however, working on instincts she never knew she had, Jenny took John deep within her throat. She felt his fingers drag urgently through her knotty, brown hair, raking her scalp as she greedily worked him around her mouth.

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“Hell girl, have you any idea how often I’ve dreamt of you doing this?” John confessed. “Night after night I wank about you, about you holding me in your throat like this.”

Jenny was consumed with a perverse pride as she listened to John’s words—making her wonder if she should admit to the stolen moments she’d spent alone with a silver vibrator and her own filthy imaginings. Imaginings contrary to her normal fantasies; fantasies that often featured him.

His penis felt fantastic in her mouth, but the restless ache in Jenny’s pussy was becoming unbearable, and she pulled away, panting. The instant she let go of his shaft, John tugged her back to her feet and grasped her butt, kneading it in a way that would give her bruises for days to come, while kissing her as if his life depended on it.

Conveniently forgetting that she didn’t like the feel of stubble against her skin, Jenny relished the burn of his unshaven face grazing her, scraping her cheeks as their lips and teeth clashed together.

Her head buzzed, and her nipples were tickled by his chest hairs, and Jenny began to feel as if she were overdosing on desire. She badly wanted to slow everything down but, at the same time, she needed to go faster. She wasn’t far from climax, and the mere idea of their illicit situation was enough to send Jenny to the very edge of orgasm.

Recognizing how close she was, John shoved his customer’s knickers unceremoniously to her ankles. “I want to see you on your hands and knees,” he ordered.

Sinking against the carpet as instructed, Jenny’s breathing snagged as she heard the sharp rip of a condom packet being opened. Seconds later, Jenny found her courier’s thick cock sliding into her from behind. She was about to tell him how fantastically full she felt when John wiped all coherent thought from Jenny’s head by jamming his thumb up her arse.

Nuzzling his mouth against Jenny’s neck, John thrust against her, holding her hips as they frantically moved together. Trembling, Jenny’s knees began to buckle, and her elbows quaked. Seeing she was about to collapse to the floor, John eased out of her body, and flipped her onto her back, before plunging his dick inside her again. She clung onto his tattooed arms (ignoring her lifelong aversion to body art), relishing in the glorious warmth of her orgasm, as he shot his spunk into her naked body.

As soon as their breathing levels returned to normal, John knelt close to Jenny, teasing out the springy curls of her hair as he spoke, “I’m sorry Jen. I don’t like just walking out on you, but I have to go. I’m behind with my rounds.” Jenny watched her courier dress with lightning speed, leaving in a flurry of promises and assurances that he’d return the following week.

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The living room seemed so large, so empty once John’s bulky frame had gone. Stunned and disheveled, Jenny stared at the space around her as delayed shock kicked in. How the hell had that happened?

 It had been years since Jenny had had sex. Twelve years, in fact; if you discounted one brief and unsatisfactory encounter that occurred three years ago. That was four thousand, three hundred, and eighty days of a self-imposed embargo after one-too-many broken hearts. She had survived by surrounding herself with friends, reading hundreds of erotica books, and giving in to countless masturbation sessions. But now, out of nowhere, right in the middle of her lounge,  , when she should have been sitting at her little desk checking other peoples’ accounts, she’d been thoroughly and expertly fucked.

Standing perfectly motionless, and very aware of her pulse pounding against her chest in the eerie quiet, Jenny tried to figure out what on earth had just happened. How their usual coffee break, with each of them sitting on either side of her dining table, had developed into a semi-naked romp on the sofa.

John had been in her home for only thirty minutes, and twenty of those had been spent discussing the DVDs that he’d come to deliver, just as he did every Tuesday. Then, he’d said something about how much he enjoyed their weekly chats, how hers was the only home where he was received as a friend, and how he always felt strange leaving her without so much as a hug.

Thinking back, trying to make sense of it all, Jenny thought that perhaps she’d laughed nervously when he’d said that, and told him she’d liked their “putting the world to rights” time as well.

That was when he’d actually hugged her for real, and she’d looked up into his wide, dark brown eyes and, in all of her thirty-three years, she had never felt a twist of lust like the one she felt then. It had burnt into her like some sort of erotic radiation.

How did I not see that coming? How bloody naive have I become? Jenny wondered. Shit, I don’t even know if he’s single…It’s been so long since I had a quick fuck. Too long…Hell, now I want another one, and soon. Damn.

Running upstairs to her bedroom, Jenny stripped off her hastily donned clothes and stared critically into the full-length mirror. Do I look different? No, my arms are still a touch too flabby, my backside a little too big, and my skin too pale.

She felt different though. A bit like the girl she used to be, when she’d been a student. When she’d been braver.

As Jenny carried on staring at her reflection, she allowed her hands to trace the outline of her body, a body that was already infused with the heady aftershocks of being totally seen to. Flashbacks of her past assailed her. Things she’d consigned to the back of her mind and nailed up into a little box, never to be opened again—parts of her life that she had long since given up on.

Losing all concept of time as she stood there, naked, still able to feel the mark of his fingers on her flesh, Jenny shook her head, trying to dismiss the memories that her body’s unscheduled reawakening had brought to the surface. She wondered just how many customers John had seduced with those dangerous eyes. How many other sets of fingertips had tripped lightly over the Japanese-styled characters tattooed on his muscular arms?

“Let’s face it,” she spoke sternly to her reflection, “that was just a one-off. Next week he’ll just want a quick coffee as usual.” Doing her best to pull herself together, Jenny unhooked her wrap from the back of her bedroom door. Heading to the shower, her wits were a tattered mass of contradictions—the elation she felt from the astounding sex was at odds with the very clear proclamation that was niggling at the back of her head. Jenny honey, he just isn’t your type. He isn’t even close!

If you want to know what happens next (and I can promise you one hell of a kinky ride), you can buy Not Her Type in either eBook or paperback form from….

Links-

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-ebook/dp/B00C8PDEE4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1365345730&sr=8-1&keywords=Not+Her+TYpe+kay+jaybee 

Amazon.com – http://www.amazon.com/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-ebook/dp/B00C8PDEE4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1365345892&sr=8-1&keywords=Not+Her+Type+kay+jaybee

1001 NightsPress- http://1001nightspress.com/#!/page_KayJaybee

Happy Reading!!

Kay

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Being around for ages…

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August 16  |  BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

In only one months time I will have been indulging in this writing lark for 12 years. I never dreamt I’d be around so long!

There are many advantages of being considered one of the “old school” – something that happens more and more these days, and seems to have a lot to do with the fact I was a pre- Fifty Shades erotica pedlar.

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For me, it’s a more relaxing affair writing erotica these days. It hit me the other day that my old manic need to have a new publication out every five minutes has gone. I suppose the need to prove myself has passed – although I am yet to reach the stage where I think what I write is any good! I never think that- and I can’t imagine that I ever will.

I’ve also got used to being asked for all sorts of advice, from how to write, how to get published, and how to sell books once all the ‘hard’ work is done. It only seems a minute ago that I was the one too scared to ask for help- now I’m running erotica writing workshops! Only two weeks ago I was sat in the lovely Octavo Wine Bar and Bookshop near Cardiff Bay teaching the finer points of sexing up the ordinary within erotica.

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It was tremendous fun, and I feel incredibly privileged to be able to chat to aspiring writers. Of course, it is also reassuring to know that erotica still has talented writers interested in joining its ranks – heartening after the past few years of poor quality material by half-heartened writers flooding the e-market in the hope of making a quick few quid.

I chose to think it’s experience that has brought me this privilege rather than age!!

Having said that I’m more relaxed about this erotica lark these days, I should say that doesn’t mean I don’t get extremely over excited when I get a story accepted. When nice things happen I still feel the same sense adrenalin rush as I did when my first story was taken all those years ago.

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This week for example, when the latest ETO Magazine came out, I discovered that my BDSM romantic trilogy, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy,  is currently Xcite Books best selling book! And for that matter, The Voyeur (my darker BDSM threesome novel) is at number 10 in the chart!! The smile on my face when I saw that was wide indeed.

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With more writing workshops lined up (Kd Grace and I will be teaching at Sh! Hoxton in September- details soon), a new book almost written, and new sex toys waiting to be tested (I get gifts sent to me all the time in the hope I’ll review them- now that is a perk of being an ‘established name’), my life in erotica continues a pace…and I still love every second of it.

Happy reading,

Kay xx

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