Ten Years As Kay- Part 3- The Podcasts and Pictures

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September 19  |  News  |   Kay Jaybee

Welcome to the final of my mini blog series to celebrate my 10th anniversary of working in the world of erotica! It’s amazing how many things I’ve done as a result of my writing!

I can’t believe it was way back in Sept 2008 that I did my first ever podcast. Boy was I nervous! Thanks to the wonderful Dr Dick, aka Richard Wagner- I was quickly put at my ease- and so began, not only my first interview of many- but a friendship with Richard that I have treasured ever since.

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If you want to listen to that first (2-part) podcast- here are the links!

Podcast 1

Podcast 2

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It wasn’t long after that, that I did my first radio interview, for Talk Radio over in Spain- oh my word!! What a nightmare! Although I had been prepared for it to be a live show, and I’d been given all the questions that would be asked beforehand, I was a bag of nerves- not helped by the fact that in each advert break on the radio beforehand the presenter was making me sound like the dominatrix from hell! This was really annoying, as the whole point of the interview was to show that erotica writers were just normal wives, mum’s etc- not the stereotyped figures of the style she was alluding to!

When she actually began the interview, she didn’t ask me a single pre-prepared question, and was really hostile. All I could think about was the 3 million listeners!!! EEKKK.

I did my best, and was told it went well- but needless to say, that is not a station I will be going back to!!

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I’ve lost count of the number of blogs I’ve written, newspaper and magazine articles I’ve been in, and the talks and readings I’ve given- and I’m still amazed by it all- amazed that people even ask me to do those things! And I really don’t want that feeling of ‘I’m not worthy’ to go. How awful it would be if that was the sort of thing I came to ‘expect’ to do! I’m just a writer after all!

I think one of the proudest moments for me, must have been when photographer David Woolfall took some pictures of myself and many of my peers, for The Independent. These photos have since appeared in many other magazines and online newspapers!! Incredible!!

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And talking of proud moments- how can I not mention, the moment I was asked to be a Brit Babe! Or the day that  I learnt I’d been nominated for Best Erotica Writer of the Year by the ETO, and then going along, with my dear BB friends to the award ceremony- and then when KD won!!! Well- I was so proud I actually thought I might burst! Magic day.

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Five Brit Babes and Two Awards!

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Bringing things more up to date, last week I was lucky enough to be interviewed by the heavenly voiced, Rose Caraway, as part of her series promotion the forthcoming, Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica. I was honoured to be approached by Rose last year to write a short story for her book, and was even more ‘chuffed’ (Rose’s favourite English word), when that story was accepted. I loved talking to Rose- she is just wonderful- and if you’d like to hear what we said- take a listen-

Podcast with Rose Caraway

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I have been so lucky over the past 10 years- I’ve done things I never dreamed I’d ever do- photo shoots (with thanks to Vanity Studios), spanked people in a library (thanks Smut UK!), read erotica to strangers (bless you Sh! Women’s Store), taken a spanking lesson (ditto!)…Not what my teachers planned for me when I left school, that’s for sure!!

I’ll leave you in peace now- thank you so much for all your support over the last decade- let’s raise a cuppa to the next 10!!

 

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Happy reading everyone!

Kay xxx

 

 

 

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Ten Years as Kay- Part 2

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September 17  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

If you are a regular follower of this blog, then you can’t failed to have noticed that this month marks the tenth anniversary of my life ‘as’ Kay Jaybee!! I was only going to try this writing lark for fun. A hobby to see if I could actually write or not. Is it me, or had it got a little bit out of hand? It wasn’t supposed to be more than a short term bit of fun…Has writing taken over my life?

There is one very simple answer to that- YES!!!

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This is NOT a complaint however – although there are certainly times when I wish I could turn my imagination off just for a little while!

As each summer comes around, I down my smut wielding pen for the duration of my children’s school holidays, and frequently question my sanity. What the heck am I doing? I get up early, write all morning, work at my ‘proper’ job all afternoon, then write all evening, usually until gone ten at night. And the crazy thing is- when I’m not writing, when I have ‘day’s off’- I’m grumpy!! Every day without writing feels like a waste somehow! This cannot be right.

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Then I speak to my writer friends and my beloved Brit Babes, and breathe more calmly again- it seems this clawing at the walls is totally normal when life comes between us and our pens or laptops. We simply have to accept that as soon as we have our first story accepted by a publisher, we leave normality behind us. For at that point the drug has been injected, and we are hooked for life- hooked on getting that next publication… then one more, and maybe a novella, then perhaps a novel- and if that novel does okay, perhaps we’ll write another one…

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Ten years though!!! How the hell did that happen? How come I am still thinking of naughty yet delicious ways to make people suffer in the name of sex? Where do these ideas all come from?  I have NO idea- let’s just hope the inspiration keeps coming, and I can add to the collection of publications I have out in the world.

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Thinking of all my publications- and if I break it down into individual story sales, unbelievably we are talking about 100 pieces of smut with my name on them- I got to wondering which my most popular stories really are?  Which ones you guys liked the best?

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Is it the short stories or the novels, the novella’s or the trilogy? Who is your favourite character? John the courier from Not Her Type? Miss Sanders or Mrs Peters from The Perfect Submissive Trilogy? Do you like the dark and mysterious Mark from The Voyeur? Paint spattering Maddie from Making Him Wait? Or maybe you have a soft spot for clumsy Sally from A Sticky Situation or sexy Harrison, the archaeologist from Digging Deep?

I’d love to know who rocks your boat the most- leave me a comment telling me who your favourite character from my work and you could win a signed KJB paperback of your choice!!

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This competition will close on Monday 22nd Sept- don’t forget to leave your email so I can tell you if you’ve won!

Happy reading- and thank you for all your support over the last ten years!!

Kay xxx

 

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Ten Years as Kay- Part 1

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September 15  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

10th anniThis week see’s the 10th anniversary of the first time I picked up a pen and wrote some erotica! A fact that, in itself, seems impossible to me – a shy, self-conscious, paranoiac woman who has never quite got used to the fact that people actually want to by her books! (For which I THANK YOU ALL!!).

As with any anniversary, I have found myself reflecting on all that has happened both to myself and to the world of erotica in general- and what a roller coaster ride it has been. Or perhaps it’s been more of a carousel, a long roundabout of constant ups and downs!

My first piece of erotica was a written on a paper serviette in a cafe in Aberdeenshire. I swear the idea came to be from nowhere. I don’t know why I was suddenly thinking about a cross dressing male who liked to have his arse spanked- but that is exactly what happened.

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It took some time for me to be brave enough to do anything with the story. It was a couple of weeks before it made it onto a proper piece of paper, and several more before it was typed onto my computer and edited into shape. The amount of courage it took me to look up erotica publishers on the Internet- and the covert way I went about it- seems laughable now.

I sent off my story- which I rather unimaginatively had called Jen and Tim to Cleis Press- never expecting to hear anything again, and in the meantime, I’d written a rather kinky poem called Regrets, which I sent to the much missed Oysters and Chocolate web site. Then, I told myself to leave it alone, to look after my children and take up knitting or something. I never expected to hear back from either publisher. I certainly never expected to get both pieces taken- and I truly never expected the buzz the feeling of acceptance gave me- that was it- I was hooked- an addict to the acceptance of a publisher for the rest of my life!

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It took 40 short story and poetry publications before I was brave enough to write something longer, and when I did, I cheated!

The Collector is both an anthology and a short novel- a set of different erotic stories- one for every genre within the discipline. I learnt a great deal from writing hat book- and I still hold it in great affection.

Now, 10 years later, with over 100 stories to my name, including many novellas and novels, including the gratifyingly popular The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, I am still addicted, still hungry for the ‘yes’ of a publisher. Having a back record to your name never guarantees a story will be taken, and nor should it. Each new tale I write has to be worth publication on its own merits; it shouldn’t be published just because KJB wrote it.

Of course, I’d be a fool to suggest that every erotica story that has got ‘out there’ is worthy of its publication. The two biggest impacts on erotica writing in the past decade, self publication (KDP from Amazon) and the subsequent flooding of the market with poor quality fiction, and the publication of Fifty Shades of Gray are testament to that. Yes- I‘m generalising, but you get my point!

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So here I am, 10 years on, with over 100 stories to my name, including the gratifyingly popular The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place), and I’m still scribbling.

(If you want to read more about my reflections on the last decade in erotica- then check out the October edition of the ETO magazine!! xx)

And what of the next decade?

Well- I can EXCLUSIVELY reveal here that there will be one extra short finale to the Perfect Submissive story!! So watch this space in February 2015!!

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I have four short stories coming out soon-

Taped – The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica ed. Rose Caraway (Cleis Press) – you can hear me being interviewed about this story here

Barista Girls – Sapphic Smut (House of Erotica)

Sex Wears Black and Red – Mammoth Book of Uniforms (Mammoth)

Mr Greenline – Mammoth Book of Uniforms (Mammoth)

There will also be a new anthology next year- title to be decided!

And of course, the other ‘me’ Jenny Kane is really busy with the recent release of the contemporary romance novel Romancing Robin Hood, and the imminent release of my first picture book for children , There’s A Cow in the Flat…plus ‘Jenny’ has 2 more novels and a novella brewing.

I’ll leave you now- but I’ll be back soon with Part 2 of my anniversary blog and a great competition!

Happy reading,

Kay xxx

A Snog for Sommer! – Cold shower of champagne anyone?

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September 14  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

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I’m delighted to be able to join in today’s big Blisskiss and do some Smut for Good at the same time, by sending a massive snog to my lovely e-friend Sommer Marsden!!

Check out all the blogs taking part here- and keep your eyes open for lots of great competitions, and find out how to donate to this wonderful cause- the fight against cancer! http://smutforgood.co.uk/a-snog-for-sommer/

My snog for today comes from my erotic romance novella, A Sticky Situation- here’s the blurb…

If there is a paving stone to trip over, or a drink to knock over, then Sally Briers will trip over it or spill it. Yet somehow Sally is the successful face of marketing for a major pharmaceutical company; much to the disbelief of her new boss, Cameron James.

Forced to work together on a week-long conference in an Oxford hotel, Sally is dreading spending so much time with arrogant new boy Cameron; whose presence somehow makes her even clumsier than usual.

Cameron on the other hand, just hopes that he’ll be able to stay professional, and keep his irrational desire to lick up all the accidently split food and drink that is permanently to be found down Sally’s temptingly curvy body, all to himself.

It could be a very long week- unless Cameron can find a way of making Sally slop so much of her after show champagne, that he has no choice but to march her off and relieve her of her sodden clothing… He is sure that, if he could find a way to stop Sally resenting him taking her previous bosses job, then they could enjoy no end of sticky situations together…

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A Sticky Situation was my first foray into the realms of erotic romance. I have written romantic episodes within much (shall we say) ‘harder’ erotic stories and novels, but this time I have left my BDSM toys locked away in the cupboard under the stairs in favour of a lighter touch.

Fear not however, this novella is still packed with KJB style kink, for as Sally and Cameron begin their enforced period of work together at a conference; their road from mutual dislike to mutual lust is far for straightforward! There is more than a dollop of misunderstanding, some inconvenient fantasies, mysterious anonymous notes, a slug of ice-cold store-cupboard action, a splatter of dinner, a dousing of wine, and a sip or two of champagne before they can even contemplate a happy ending…Delicious…

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…the word “wet” didn’t really cover it this time. She was drenched. They both were.

Cameron pressed his back against the closed store room door behind him, his shirt, tie, and suit trousers had turned from light shades of blue and grey to dark, where the weight of the water had fallen against him.

Shivering, ice cubes in her cleavage, her dress clinging to every curve of her body, Sally violently kicked the champagne buckets away from her feet, and advanced on Cameron with an air of pure unadulterated anger carved into her round face. ‘You … you!’ She spat out her words, incoherent with rage, ‘Look at me! Again! They say I’m the clumsy one, but I’m nothing compared to you! Look what you’ve done to me!’

‘And me. I’m soaked as well.’ Despite feeling horribly uncomfortable in his sopping clothes, Cameron found it an effort to sound cross when he’d so successfully achieved his goal. There was no way she could meet David looking like this.

‘Good. I’m glad you’re wet too.’ Something about Cameron made her feel like stamping her foot and having a tantrum. Sally rubbed her arms, sighing as she spoke ‘I’m fucking freezing.’

‘Me too. We have to get these clothes off ASAP or we’ll both catch pneumonia!’

Cameron had already taken off his tie, and was unbuttoning his shirt with speed, minuscule chunks of ice dropping from him as he moved.

Sally tried not to be impressed by the firm torso that was being so unexpectedly revealed. It was far more muscular than she’d thought it would be, and as the cotton material came away from his shoulders, she found herself giving a small involuntary gasp as her eyes were confronted by a three inch long Celtic cross tattoo at the very top of his right arm.

She shook herself, very aware of the ice trapped against her bra, and how much she really needed to take off her own clothes. That was typical Cameron. He was so damn infuriating. She wouldn’t be able to get comfortable until she was back in her room. It was all right for him to take off his top, but she could hardly do that. It was bad enough that he was staring at her as if he had X-ray vision; examining her as if she was already devoid of clothing.

Common sense took hold of her. ‘What are you doing? You can’t strip off in here! People will think we’ve been up to something when you leave!’

‘I don’t care what people think. You’re a mass of goose pimples, woman. Take that bloody dress off. It’s virtually see-through now it’s soggy anyway, so it isn’t a case of preserving your dignity is it?’

Shaking openly now, Sally didn’t want to think about having to run through Reception towards the lifts looking a total mess for the second time that day. She attempted to get past Cameron to the door without glancing at his torso, which was having an unreasonable effect on her libido. Men like Cameron were not supposed to have tattoos. Somehow it felt as if he was being unfair to her whole belief system just by having one. She began to wonder if he had any more, then taking a firm hand with her imagination said, ‘Just let me get back to my room, then I can warm up and sort out this dress. God knows what I’ll wear tomorrow!’

Cameron caught Sally’s arm, the heat of his touch surprising her considering how cold they both were. She found herself being propelled towards him in the small space, her chest squashed against his. He was so close, his grip so tight, and yet not only couldn’t she move, she found she wasn’t even trying to pull away. A voice at the back of Sally’s head was yelling at her, asking why she wasn’t struggling, but she ignored it, for the rest of her body seemed to know exactly what she wanted to do.

Seizing the hem of Sally’s dress, Cameron moved quickly, his pulse thudding in his ears, expecting her to slap him away at any second, as he yanked the jet black fabric over her head.

Her breasts ached, but only partly because they had been doused in cold water. Not waiting for Cameron to help, Sally unhooked her black bra, whimpering with the relief at the removal of its restraining presence.

Cameron’s quiet murmur of satisfaction at the sight of the tits he’d fantasised about on so many occasions was lost as he bent in the narrow space, immediately burying his head between then,

For a split second Sally’s brain engaged, and she stepped away. Cameron shuffled after her, and fixing his mouth around Sally’s right breast, kissed it lightly between hungry bites, his lips warming her outside and in. Sally found she couldn’t move. In fact she wanted to be closer. Much closer.

Grasping his shoulders, Sally inched nearer, forcing more of her breast into his mouth, groaning in delight as his other hand yanked at her knickers, which had developed a new wet sheen that had nothing at all to do with the emptying of the champagne buckets. She stepped out of her underwear quickly, shaking her knickers from the heels of each shoe.

Peering up, Cameron took in her beauty with an air that was part bewildered wonder and part animal lust. Catching her around the waist, he hoisted Sally up, pushing her bum onto a shelf behind her, so that they were face to face. Neither spoke, talking would have broken whatever spell they were under. He landed his lips on hers, more crushing her than kissing her, as she hungrily responded. Her mouth taking out the fury she felt towards this impossible man…

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If you want to know what happens next you can buy a copy as an ebook or a paperback from Amazon UK, Amzon.com and all good online retailers.

OR- you could win a copy today! Just leave me  a comment telling me who you’d most like to be trapped in a cupboard with… (leave email address as well so I can contact you if you’ve won!)

Happy reading!

Don’t forget to check out all the other Smut for Good blogs- http://smutforgood.co.uk/a-snog-for-sommer/ from some of the very best in the business, including Kd Grace, Victoria Blisse, Alison Tyler, Janine Ashbless and many many more!

So lovely readers, just hop around the different blogs and different snogs all day from today, and you’ll be able to win prizes! If you can donate some money too that would be absolutely wonderful. If you can manage to share the Snog for Summer too that’d be great. Here’s an example of a message you could post on twitter (it’s short enough) and facebook to spread the word:

Snog for Sommer! Enjoy the excerpts, win prizes and donate to help @sommer_marsden and family fight cancer! http://ht.ly/Ao8Lv

Kay xx

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Lucy Felthouse delivers some Timeless Desire!

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September 12  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

Today I’m featuring the release of Lucy Felthouse’s latest release!

Out Now – Timeless Desire by Lucy Felthouse @cw1985 #erotica #romance #paranormal #ghost

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Blurb:

Emily arrives at Westbury Hall with a job to do. She’s to clean and conserve all of the books in their impressive library, preserving them for future generations. Not long into her stay at the house, she bumps into the night guard, George. She’d expected an old, balding guy with a comb over, so the hunky chap she actually meets is a very pleasant surprise. The introductions complete, George leaves Emily in peace to get on with her job. But when a falling photograph sets off a chain reaction of ghostly events, Emily and George are thrown together in order to find out who—or what—is causing them. Their investigation uncovers a tragic past, a lost love, and a stunning secret.

PLEASE NOTE: This is a revised and extended of a previously published title, Love Through Time.

Available from: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/timeless-desire/

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22911436-timeless-desire

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Excerpt:

Emily received some strange looks and frowns from the people she passed as she walked across the graveled drive towards the front entrance of Westbury Hall. She could appreciate their confusion. It was closing time for the stately home and the last of the visitors were being politely ushered out of the building, yet she was heading inside. What’s more, she’d been invited. She had a job to do.

An elderly lady stood in the porch smiling and nodding as she held the door open for those departing the property. Most of them seemed in no hurry to leave, stopping to make comments to the woman, thanking her for a lovely visit and so on. Emily waited patiently, allowing the patrons to leave before attempting to get in. When the staff member—most likely a volunteer, Emily thought—caught sight of her, she gave her a polite nod of acknowledgment.

Finally, the last of Westbury Hall’s visitors moved out, leaving Emily free to enter. Climbing the single stone step to the threshold of the front porch, she took the hand that had already been offered to her.

Shaking Emily’s hand with a surprising firmness, the woman said, “You must be Miss Stone.” Her smart appearance and the intelligence in her eyes indicated that despite her advancing age, she was far from past it, “I’m Mrs. Thompson, house supervisor.”

“I am,” replied Emily, dropping her hand back to her side, “but please, call me Emily. It’s lovely to meet you. So, house supervisor? Do you live on site?” Not a volunteer, then, but a paid member of staff.

Indicating Emily should step inside the entrance hall, Mrs. Thompson proceeded to close and lock the porch and front doors of the house, securing them in.

“I do,” the older woman said, turning back to face Emily, “I have rooms in a separate building just off the back of this one. So you needn’t worry about me disturbing you.”

“Oh no,” said Emily, worried she’d inadvertently rubbed Mrs.  Thompson up the wrong way, “I didn’t mean that. I was just curious, that’s all. You’re more than welcome to see me at work, Mrs. Thompson, although I’m afraid you won’t see anything terribly exciting.”

Mrs. Thompson smiled now, the warmth reaching her eyes. Emily almost sagged with relief. She’d yet to see the extent of the work she had to do, but she’d been told it was no easy task, so she could be here for some time. The last thing she needed was to upset any of the staff.

“Oh, you’d be surprised, my dear. This is a fascinating old place. Of course, all these old houses have history, but Westbury Hall’s is particularly rich.”

Emily smiled. The woman’s enthusiasm was infectious. “Well then,” she replied, “I can’t wait to learn more about it. I hope you’ll feed me some historical tidbits throughout the time I’m here?”

Mrs. Thompson gave an enigmatic smile. Then, startling Emily somewhat, she turned smartly on her heel and walked deeper into the house. “Come, my dear, I won’t hold you up any longer. I’ll show you to the library, where you’ll soon start uncovering Westbury’s illustrious history for yourself.”

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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Happy reading,

Kay xx

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